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[mythorhuman]

Spell & Vow

The Vampire King of New Orleans stood bored beneath a crystal chandelier. Klaus half-listening to a werewolf envoy drone on about territory lines. The immortal hybrid, royal menace, charming bastard, was many things—but tonight, he was a prisoner in silk and shadows.

Until she walked in.

Not walked—glided. Like smoke, like spellwork.

A woman in black. Magic humming around her like a second skin. Her gaze skimmed the room with detached interest before landing on him. For one breathless second, Klaus thought the world had slowed.

He abandoned the envoy mid-sentence.

“Let me guess,” he said, appearing at her side, “you’re the goddess they sent to put me out of my misery?”

The woman barely spared him a glance. “If I were, you’d already be ash.”

Klaus laughed. “Deadly and beautiful. Do all the witches from Salem flirt with murder?”

She sipped her drink. “Only when charmed by narcissists with blood on their breath.”

Undeterred, Klaus leaned in. “You’re new to New Orleans. I’d remember a face like yours.”

“That’s the thing about powerful women,” she replied coolly. “We leave an impression without even trying.”

He was officially intrigued. She was nothing like the simpering vampire socialites craving attention. She was no desperate witch aching for favor. This one was steel wrapped in lace, and she looked at him like he was a mosquito.

“Tell me your name,” Klaus said, voice low, seductive.

“No.”

“No?”

“You’ll learn it soon enough.”

He tilted his head. “Are we playing a game, love?”

“Only if losing bruises your ego.”

Klaus smiled. “You’re very sure of yourself.”

She met his eyes, unflinching. “I have no reason not to be.”

“Then let me give you one.” His voice dropped. “Dance with me. Let the room watch.”

She laughed in his face. Her face full of disbelief.

“You think a dance is all it takes? That because you’re the Vampire King , women just melt at your feet?”

“They usually do,” he admitted.

“Well, handsome,” she said, stepping back, “I’m not usual. And you’re not nearly as charming as you think.”

Klaus was halfway between insulted and enamored. “You wound me.”

“I’d aim lower,” she said. “But I don’t want to damage your pride too early. We’ve got a long engagement ahead of us.”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

She tilted her head, all innocence. “Oh. You don’t know.”

“Know what?”

She held out her hand, palm up, magic sparking like a whisper of thunderclouds. “Bonnie Bennett. Firstborn heir of the Salem witches. Ph.D. candidate. Fluent in Latin. Terrible at compromise. Your betrothed, apparently.”

Klaus stared. Openly. Speechless.

Bonnie smirked. “Surprise.”

He recovered with a slow, incredulous smile. “Well. That is… unexpectedly delightful.”

“Is it?” she asked. “Because I’m still deciding whether this whole marriage thing is a political disaster or just a cosmic joke.”

“I’m sure I’ll grow on you,” Klaus purred.

“Like fungus?”

He chuckled. “You’ve got teeth, love.”

“Good. You’ll need thick skin.”

She turned to walk away.

Klaus called after her, amused and aroused, “You know, I’m suddenly much more excited about this union.”

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glowing faintly. “Don’t be. You’re still the last man on earth I’d choose.”

[mythorhuman]

Playing Pretend

The last bell echoed through Mystic Falls High like a warning shot. Students poured out of the double doors in droves. Bonnie slowly, deliberately, left the building. Each of her steps rehearsed like a scene in a play she hadn’t wanted to write.

The target was already watching.

Across the lot, Matt leaned against his truck, arms folded. Elena stood next to him, her expression tight with concern. And Caroline? Caroline wasn’t saying a word. She was staring toward the far edge of the parking lot—toward the glossy black SUV.

“That’s the third time he’s picked her up this week,” Elena said, voice low.

Matt shook his head. “It doesn’t make sense. Bonnie hates him.”

“People don’t make out with people they hate,” Caroline snapped, eyes locked ahead. “I heard them yesterday, in the woods. The giggling. The moaning. She’s not even trying to hide it anymore.”

Elena flinched. “Are you sure it wasn’t—?”

“It was her. I know her laugh. And his voice.” Caroline’s lips curled into something bitter. “She’s with him. Sleeping with him. Letting him in her head. Or worse—her bed.”

Matt scowled. “She wouldn’t. Not Bonnie.”

“She already did,” Caroline said, her voice barely a whisper. “And she’s doing it again.”

And there he was. Klaus, stepped out of the car casually to greet his favorite pracitioner of magic. He stood confidently, arms crossed, eyes locked on Bonnie as she descended the front steps.

“My little witch,” he called, only loud enough for anyone with supernatural hearing to pick up.

Bonnie didn’t smile. Not yet. But she walked toward him with purpose, hips swaying. It wasn’t seduction. It was strategy.

“Still loitering like a creep, I see,” she teased, stopping a breath too close to him.

Klaus reached out to touch her arm. “Still pretending you don’t love the attention.”

“You’re blocking traffic.”

“I’m blocking temptation,” he murmured. “Very different thing.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “You’re exhausting.”

“And you’re irresistible,” Klaus said. His fingers slipped beneath her chin, tilting her face up with slow, practiced intimacy. “But let’s not argue in front of your classmates. You’re causing quite the scandal.”

“You’re the scandal,” she said, voice lower now. “I’m just collateral damage.”

Behind them, Caroline’s jaw dropped.

“She’s flirting with him,” Elena whispered, horror creeping in.

Matt looked stunned. “That’s not flirting. That’s like verbal foreplay.”

“She’s grinning at him,” Caroline added, her voice rising. “Bonnie is grinning at Klaus Mikaelson. What the hell is happening?”

They weren’t wrong. Bonnie was smiling now. Just a little.

Klaus leaned in to whisper in her ear. “They’re watching.”

“Good,” she hummed back. “Play your part.”

“Oh, darling,” he purred, caressing her cheek with his fingers, “I was born for it.”

Without warning, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to the corner of her jaw. Bonnie gasped just audibly enough for vampire ears, and lightly pushed against his chest.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she warned.

“Too late,” he said, hand settling on her waist.

Bonnie turned toward the parking lot where her friends stood frozen in disbelief.

She waved.

Caroline turned away.

“Well,” Klaus said brightly. “Shall we, sweetheart?”

She didn’t reply and just let him open the door and slide her. A few moments later, they were rolling out of the lot. It wasn’t until they’d crossed town lines that Bonnie finally exhaled.

“They’re completely convinced,” she muttered.

Klaus smirked. “You’re quite the actress.”

“You kissed me.”

“You leaned into it.”

“I did not.”

“You didn’t pull away.” Klaus glanced sideways.

Bonnie gave him a long look. “You’re lucky I haven’t set you on fire yet.”

“Ah, the sweet thrill of foreplay,” Klaus drawled. “How long are we keeping up the ruse? Because at this rate, I may have to make it real just to stay in character.”

Bonnie snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself. You talk too much.”

“And you let me.” He grinned. “How noble of you to fake a sordid affair with the town’s favorite villain. All to keep your little friends safe.”

Bonnie’s smile faded. “If they think I’m compromised, they’ll keep their distance. That’s what matters.”

“And what happens when the enemy realizes it’s an act?”

“Then I stop pretending,” she said quietly. “And burn everything down.”

Klaus looked at her then with curious eyes. And his smirk changed.

“Remind me,” he said softly. “Which one of us is the monster again?”

Bonnie looked out the window. “Guess we’ll find out.”

[mythorhuman]

The Cutest Prisoner & His Warden

The cell was dark, damp, and laced with a hundred binding spells fueled by the hundred witches that gave Bonnie their power before the sacrifice. Klaus chained to the wall of the Salvatore Boarding House dungeon, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Bonnie stood at the edge of the cell, expression cool as ever.

"I must say, Klaus. You look good in chains."

His smirk widened. "If you wanted me tied up, you only had to ask."

She rolled her eyes. "Something tells me you're not the one used to wearing handcuffs in the bedroom."

"For you, I'd make an exception." His voice dipped low, velvet smooth. "A pretty little witch like you? I could get used to the restraints."

"Do you say that to all your witches?"

"All my witches aren’t worth the effort."

"That certainly makes me feel special," she said dryly, unimpressed.

He leaned forward as far as the chains would allow. "Special enough to release me?"

Bonnie stepped closer, peering down at him. "Why would I do that? You've done nothing but ruin our lives."

"I thought women liked bad boys."

"You're not a bad boy, Klaus. You're a monster."

"A very handsome monster," he offered, smiling lazily, eyes raking over her in admiration.

"Not handsome enough to escape from here."

"So you agree that I’m handsome?"

"You’re not disgusting to look at," she admitted with a mock shrug.

"You think I’m cute."

Amusement flickered across her face. "You’re the cutest prisoner I’ve ever seen. Look at those dimples."

He chuckled, low and husky. "You’ll free me eventually."

She turned on her heel and started up the step.

"Not a chance."

[mythorhuman]

KLONNIE WEEKEND 2025 – PICK YOUR ROMCOM POISON

All Klonnie-inspired fanworks are welcome! Drabbles, gifs, edits, art, whatever your muse brings.

[mythorhuman]

bonnie + abandonment

[mythorhuman]

bonnie + abandonment

[mythorhuman]

Kat Graham believes systemic racism is why Bamon never happened. She is correct.

I saw some of my mutuals and fellow Bonnie fans discuss this video and felt prompted to share this. This panel was on March 15th, 2025. Kat believes Enzo was only chosen for Bonnie because he was not as popular as Damon was (applies for Jeremy as well.) While this conversation is about Bamon this heavily implies her feelings towards Bonnie's other romantic pairings that Kat was interested in that were pitched by her male peers.

Klaus loved witches and Greta Martin was devoted to him (the relationship was sexual) Joseph was aware of Klaus attraction/circle of witches and wanted to work with Kat more than what he gotten. Bonnie was vulnerable from the issues with her friends and parents. Klonnie was pitched and would have made sense with the storylines. Klaus attraction and kinship to witches was retconned and ignored. All done to avoid having Bonnie be with a popular character while using those racist motivations in creating that other Klaus ship that became popular in season 3.

The sad truth is Bonnie was never going to get "the guy" or "the girl" because of racism. Those dynamics and relationships for Bonnie was never going to work not because of who Bonnie was or who the other partner was. But, because of Hollywood/TVD's writing room (Julie, Dries, etc..)weren't going to allow them to work for her. Those writers made exceptions for everyone but couldn't with Bonnie or Kat.

[mythorhuman]

A Taste of Trouble

Here's the last little drabble before Klonnie Weekend (starts May 2!). Dinner was supposed to be about negotiations. Bonnie showed up with a plan. Klaus showed up with a different kind of appetite.

The restaurant was empty, candlelight flickering against the polished glass. It should have felt romantic, but Bonnie sat stiff as a board across from Klaus. Her arms were crossed, and she glared at the Original Hybrid before her.

"I'm doing this to help keep my friends safe, not because I like you," she snapped. She accepted his dinner invitation to negotiate a truce, and yet Klaus was more interested in discussing her personal life

Klaus leaned back lazily in his chair, swirling the blood-red wine in his glass. His eyes dragged over her, slowly, appreciatively.

"I think you do like me. Why else would you wear such a dress?" he said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You wanted to talk over dinner. I wanted to dress appropriately."

"Well, I am very impressed," he said, voice low and heavy.

"I didn't wear this to impress you."

"Yes, but I can still appreciate the view."

Bonnie ground her teeth together. "You should focus on your girlfriend." She remembered the foolish Martin witch, Greta, who looked at Klaus like he hung the moon and giggled each time Klaus made eye contact with her.

He waved a dismissive hand. "I already told you she is not my girlfriend. Terms like that mean nothing in the supernatural world."

Bonnie scowled. "Vampires don't have girlfriends or boyfriends?"

"Dating is for humans," Klaus said, leaning forward. "For witches, wolves, and vampires, there are spouses, partners, or mates. And that is why I do not take your relationship seriously."

"That is enough," Bonnie snapped as she closed her fist.

Klaus smirked, unbothered. "Have I hit a nerve? Suggesting you belong with a real man?"

"No, you are..." she spluttered.

"I am what? Making you believe you deserve more?"

Bonnie shook her head frantically. "I can't stay."

"No, please," Klaus said, his voice soft. "All of this is for you."

"This is not a good idea," Bonnie muttered. "And I am not a cheater."

"You would not be thinking of cheating if you did not feel something."

"Goodbye, Klaus," she hissed.

Before she could leave, Klaus blurred forward, snatching her phone off the table. Bonnie gasped, lunging for it, but he was already texting.

"KLAUS!" she shouted.

He raised his brows innocently. "There. You are single."

Her phone buzzed, Jeremy's name flashing across the screen. Why are you breaking up with me? it read.

Bonnie's mouth dropped open. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Saved you from impending doom," Klaus said, utterly unapologetic.

"Why would you ruin my relationship?" she cried.

"You wanted this," Klaus said with a devilish smile. "Secretly."

"I barely even know you!" Bonnie protested.

"If you want to fix it," Klaus said, tossing the phone onto the table, "call him. Apologize."

"You call him!" she snapped.

Klaus shrugged. "Do you really want me to tell that boy we are having dinner alone?"

Bonnie's eyes lit with fury. "He does not need to know about this."

Too late. Klaus picked up her phone again and dialed.

"Hello, Gilbert," Klaus drawled when Jeremy answered. "You are not good enough for Bonnie. She is moving on. With me. And I can't wait to taste her." Before Jeremy could respond, Klaus hung up and blocked the number.

Bonnie was trembling with fury and something worse, something hotter.

"You are impossible!" she hissed.

Klaus smiled, showing his fangs. "You will thank me later."

Bonnie barely had time to react. One second, she was pissed beyond belief and the next, Klaus had crossed the space between them and crashed his mouth against hers.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, greedy, and devastating. His hands gripped her waist, dragging her flush against him. Bonnie gasped into the kiss, and Klaus used the moment to deepen it, his tongue sliding against hers.

Before she knew it, Klaus hoisted her up effortlessly and sat her right on the edge of their table as a couple of empty glasses crashed to the floor. She barely noticed, too overwhelmed by the way his hands roamed her thighs and hips. Klaus kissed her like he was starving and she was the only thing that could satisfy him.

Bonnie was supposed to hate him and walk away like a good little witch. Instead, she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist to close the distance between them.

"You drive me insane," the Bennett witch breathed between kisses.

Klaus just smiled against her mouth.

"And yet, you still can't let me go," he whispered back. “Do you want me to let you go?”

Bonnie should say no, pull herself away from the hybrid but instead something inside of her burned. “No, don’t let me go,”

“Allow me to serve you, little witch.” Klaus purred, lowering down as he squeezed her hips.

“I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” Bonnie said, she gasped at Klaus’s soft kisses on her legs.

“All I ask is to hear my name.”

[mythorhuman]

How to Trick an Original (Don’t)

Happy (late) April Fools! Bonnie shows up at the Mikaelson mansion with news, and Klaus is not ready. There’s magic, snark, and one very flustered hybrid. Klonnie Weekend is right around the corner. Are you ready?

Bonnie stood at the grand entrance of the Mikaelson Mansion, arms crossed, a small, white stick tucked carefully in her coat pocket. She'd rehearsed this in her head a dozen times, and yet she still felt ridiculous standing there in front of Klaus.

"I'm pregnant," she said plainly.

Klaus blinked. "Excuse me, what?"

"When we slept together," Bonnie began, her voice even despite her racing pulse, "my magic got out of hand."

"And made a baby?" Klaus tilted his head, clearly fighting back laughter or maybe confusion—or both.

"I know this is a shock," she said, pulling out the test with mock solemnity.

"This is impossible," he muttered, stepping closer. His expression shifted from skepticism to full-on disbelief. "No, no—this is impossible. You smell like a virgin."

Bonnie groaned. "Damn hybrid senses." How was she to know virgins had a particular scent? She was sure it had to do with sex magic or blood magic and the unique properties that the "blood of a virgin" contains.

Klaus folded his arms, grinning boldly. "If you wanted me to give you a baby—"

"I was not expecting you to realize—"

"That we did not mate and make love?" he cut in, voice dripping with condescension. "What kind of fool do you take me for?"

Bonnie huffed, regretting her choice to forgo the memory spell. "You tell a guy ‘we had sex’ and usually they just believe you—"

"You’ve never told anyone that," Klaus said.

"You don’t know that."

"Bonnie."

She sighed. "Fine."

He smirked, circling her slightly. "There’s no need to lie to get me in bed, love."

"Who said I wanted you in bed?"

Klaus arched a brow. "Why else tell a tale of us being lovers?"

Bonnie straightened. “So you’d protect me from Silas. As the mother of your future child.”

He laughed then. "You do know that I'd be looking for the baby’s heartbeat and would inevitably realize you weren’t pregnant?"

Bonnie slipped the fake test back into her pocket. "Those hybrid senses ruin everything."

Klaus stepped closer, gaze softer now. "You didn’t need a lie. You just had to ask."

Bonnie looked up at him as she shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He leered, something dangerous in his eyes. "Careful, love. Next time, I might make the lie real."

Bonnie rolled her eyes before pouting. “Next time, I’m glamoring your nose."

[mythorhuman]

Counting down the days!

Klonnie Weekend 2025 | Spring Fling

Hi Klonnie friends!

Just sharing a reminder for what’s to come soon! Join us all for Klonnie Week 2025 Spring Fling Edition! From May 2nd-May 5th each day, we'll be celebrating some of your favorite romcom tropes! Bring the tension, drama and chemistry!

Here’s the upcoming dates and prompts:

May 2nd: Forced Proximity (How did they get stuck and why?!)

May 3rd: Fake Dating (How does one not fall in love here?)

May 4th: Arranged Marriage (Who falls first and who falls harder?)

May 5th: Matchmaker (Who pushes these love birds together?)

Everyone is welcome to participate! Bring gifs, metas, writing, creating collages, and if you just want to like or reblog posts that’s great too!

Tag all creations with Klonnieweek2025 so the entire fandom can see and celebrate! Special thanks for helping create and brainstorm ideas to @24kmagiic @mikaelsonstanaccount @mythorhuman and @cancerian-woman

[mythorhuman]

House Rules: Must Love Hybrids

Klonnie Weekend is coming up soon so, here's another little Klonnie story for you all! Bonnie wakes up in the Mikaelson mansion and things… escalate. Fast. Let’s just say Klaus has been very busy while she was sleeping. Let me know what you think.

Bonnie woke up tangled in silk sheets, Klaus’ scent clinging to her skin. Her curls were a mess and she could already feel the self-loathing creeping in. One night. That was all it was supposed to be.

She slid out of bed quietly, trying to find her shoes after quickly slipping on her dress. Her plan? Ghost Klaus Mikaelson and never speak of this again. But just as she reached for the doorknob, she froze. Something felt… off. Her magic?

“Klaus!” she shouted, spinning around.

He strolled in, shirtless and smug, holding two mugs of coffee. “Good morning, love.”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, just a minor binding spell. One of the witches owed me a favor,” he said, way too casually. “We’re magically tethered now. Soul-deep. Nothing dramatic.”

Bonnie stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Bound together? For life?”

“Technically, eternity. But you can break it if you really want to.” He tilted his head. “You don’t, though.”

Her mouth opened, then closed. She hated that he was right.

“You’re insane,” she muttered.

“Possibly,” he agreed. “But now you’ll never be alone again. And neither will I.”

Bonnie stood there, coffee mug in hand, debating if she should throw it at his head or stay just a little longer. She was tempted. So tempted.

But her pride won out. “I need to go. I need air. And holy water.”

On her way out, she grabbed her jacket off the arm of a leather chair—only to knock a manila envelope to the ground. The papers spilled out, and she caught sight of her own name in bold.

Bonnie Bennett. Owner.

She flipped through the papers in shock. “You put the deed in my name?”

Klaus appeared behind her like a smug ghost. “Welcome to the Bennett-Mikaelson Mansion.”

“No. No, no. I do not live here.”

“Too late. It's already notarized.” He smiled, absolutely pleased with himself.

Bonnie whirled on him. “I was asleep!”

“And you sleep so deeply. You should be more careful when cuddling a centuries-old hybrid.”

She opened the door to find the rest of the Mikaelsons on the porch.

“Let us in,” Elijah demanded.

“I was never here,” Bonnie said, slamming the door behind her.

Kol snorted. “You smell like Nik. You were definitely here.”

Klaus smirked behind her. “Nine times, sweetheart.”

“Shut. Up.”

“We could always leave them out here,” Klaus said, voice low and teasing. “Make it an even ten?”

“I have to go to work!” Bonnie blurted, bolting down the steps.

“You don’t even have a job!” Rebekah yelled after her, laughing.

Bonnie didn’t turn back. She just needed a shower. Maybe a hex. Definitely a drink.

[mythorhuman]

This is disgusting, and it's so messed up that anyone would involve strangers in their kinks without consent. The Bonnie Bennett fandom deserves better than this kind of harassment. We deserve a safe space to celebrate Bonnie without fear of being targeted. All we can do is block/report the people who try to ruin our community. 💜 We’ve got this.

Hey, everyone! After being cyber-stalked & bullied online along with some other mutuals in the past. I want to help others stay safe as much as possible. Lately, there’s been a pattern of creepy, repetitive messages being sent to multiple accounts that focus on Bonnie. The messages are strange, invasive, and frankly, just plain unsettling. If you've received one of these, you are not alone! The person doesn’t respect boundaries. @littelwitch

Just please don’t engage, block and report! Stay safe at all times 💜

[mythorhuman]

Klonnie Weekend 2025: Spring Fling

Hi Klonnie friends!

Klonnie Weekend 2025: Spring Fling is about a month away! I’m excited to share this update and can’t wait to see the creativity everyone brings to the event.

All forms of content are welcome—fics, metas, gifs, collages, moodboards, and more. Whatever inspires you, we’d love to see it!

Here are this year’s Spring Fling prompts:

May 2 – Forced Proximity May 3 – Fake Dating May 4 – Arranged Marriage May 5 – Matchmaker

Mark your calendars and start planning—this is going to be a great event! Be sure to tag your creations so the community can enjoy them.

Let me know if you have any questions, and feel free to spread the word. Looking forward to seeing what everyone creates!

Just wanted to say thank you to my friends for helping me plan: @mikaelsonstanaccount @24kmagiic @mythorhuman @cancerian-woman

[mythorhuman]

Hi Klonnie Friends,

It’s that time again—Klonnie Weekend 2025: Spring Fling Edition is happening May 2-5! This year, we’re embracing the romance with some of our favorite romcom tropes, bringing all the tension, chemistry, and feel-good drama.

Here’s what’s in store: May 2 – Forced Proximity (One room? One bed? Say less.) May 3 – Fake Dating (What could possibly go wrong?) May 4 – Arranged Marriage (From strangers to soulmates?) May 5 – Matchmaker (Someone’s playing Cupid, and we love to see it.)

Everyone is welcome to participate! Whether you love writing, making gifs, creating collages, or just sharing the excitement, we’d love to have you join.

Tag your creations with #KlonnieWeek2025 so the whole fandom can celebrate together. Looking forward to seeing all the amazing content! Special thanks to @cancerian-woman @24kmagiic @mikaelsonstanaccount and @mythorhuman for helping brainstorm!

[mythorhuman]

DOECHII at the Schiaparelli FW25 Show in Paris

[mythorhuman]

she always called me a princess, but i became a queen.

STORM // ORORO MUNROE

source → storm (2024) #5, written by murewa ayodele and drawn by lucas werneck.

[mythorhuman]

"X-men is becoming woke!" I'm sorry, have we been seeing the same series?

The main teacher is a disabled man who uses a wheelchair. The team has a powerful African lady who is literally called a god. In some universes, she is in an interracial relationship with Wolverine. The three most powerful members of the team are Jean, Storm, and Rogue, who are ALL women. Bishop is a smart and powerful black man. Forge is Native American and is super smart and builds cool futuristic tech stuff. One of the protagonists is a chinese-american girl whose love interest is a dark-skinned Latino dude. Mystique is literally gender fluid and married to a woman. Mystique also got the woman pregnant by giving herself a penis, which is how Kurt was born. Kitty Pryde is confirmed to be bisexual. Magick is confirmed to be bisexual. Iceman came out as a gay man. Wolverine dated the literal actually HERCULES in one comic. Deadpool has been confirmed by multiple writers (AND THE MOVIE) to be pansexual, and even has a (VIATNAMESE) nonbinary love interest in one comic. The entire series is about minorities living in a society that despises them.

But yeah, sure. Complain about Morph, a SEXLESS SHAPESHIFTER WHO WAS BARELY EVEN IN THE ORIGINAL SHOW, being nonbinary and having a crush on Wolverine.

Xmen has ALWAYS been woke. It's a metaphor for oppression and how anyone who differs from the societal norm is treated terribly. OF COURSE they're going to have queer characters in there 💀