Shapeshifting Love
Mystique eventually came to the realization that she was being used by Erik. That he only kept her around for a single purpose, her body. But not for her body she understood.
That was the only reason Erik latched onto her power of being able to transform herself into any given form. So he could once again be with the one person whom he cared for. The one person whom he had unintentionally pushed away.
Erik would come to her room at night. Every night. He’d sweet talk her just like always but when it came right down to it he wasn’t interested in her no matter how many times he uttered the phrase “mutant and proud” in regard to her blue skin.
She thought herself beautiful in his eyes once upon a time, like he said long ago, “a creature not meant to be covered up.”
He had her wrapped around his finger just like any piece of metal he could bend with his mind at will. And so Mystique fell in love with him as twisted as it seemed, mutating herself into the form of his beloved when they’d have sex if only to see the satisfied expression on his face. She’d imagine it was her that put it there.
Erik would pretend that it was real, that the man with the piercing blue eyes was really there looking into his own and that he was actually running his fingers through the soft locks of brown hair as they lie together in his bed afterwards.
She didn’t question him when he’d leave his helmet on when they fucked. She knew that he did not wish for the telepath to know of his desire.
Mystique would never tell Erik that on more than one occasion she could swear to feeling Charles inside her mind, indulging in the fantasy himself.