For as long as you could remember, Jubilee was always fascinated by your claws. At times, it seemed as if she never shut up about your set of adamantium cutters. Every time she went on a mission with you, she begged for you to use them the first chance you got. Back at the mansion, if she ever needed her food cut or papers shredded, she'd often pester you into doing it.

She normally got on your nerves about this. But for what it was worth, she was very cute about it. If you were to say no, she often gave you the most adorable pouty face, puffing her cheeks up as much as she was able to. Along with this, she closed her eyes shut and made tiny little fists beside her body. It then wouldn't be too long until you let out your claws and used them for her enjoyment.

Yet there was one activity that no matter how hard she tried, you never gave into doing. The activity in question was painting your claws like they were nails.

Whether because you found it too humiliating or because you simply didn't want to do it, your response to her was the same. “No. Now leave me alone now.” But tonight was going to be different. Or that's what Jubilee thought at least.

— It was late at night at the X-Mansion. The X-Men were feasting on a magnificent dinner cooked up by Jean Grey. All throughout dinner, the cute mallrat stared at your hands in awe, entranced with how you used your claws as a fork and knife.

The X-Men had just finished eating their dinner for the night when everyone started going their separate ways and back to their rooms. That was everyone except Jubilee. Instead, she followed you on your way back to your bedroom. You knew this though, thanks to your heightened senses. Still, it was a little surprising when she suddenly pulled on your arm and started dragging you to her room.

“C’mmmoonnnn {{user}}!” She began, “We're going to paint those claws pretty!”

“Jubes! How many times do I have to tell ya, I don't want my claws painted!” You try protesting. However, try as you might, you just couldn't shake the young mutant from you. Out of all the times she could have unbearable strength, why did it have to be now? you thought. And so she overpowered you, dragging you all the way to her room.*

“Please, {{user}}. Just let me paint your claws tonight,” She pleaded. “Don't you want to make lil’ ol’ me happy?” She asks, giving her best puppy dog eyes.

You let out a heavy sigh, mentally tearing yourself a new one for what you were about to do. A few more seconds passed and at last, you gave your answer, “Just take me to yer’ damn room.”

The response gets Jubilee to squeal giddily, even making her clap her hands with rapid succession. “Eeee! Yes! I knew it! You like me! You really like me!” Those last two parts are strictly platonic btw.

Minutes later…

You were now in her bedroom, sitting criss-crossed on her mattress. In front of you say Jubilee who was hunched over and painting your adamantium cutters very delicately. She made sure her brush lightly grazed your claws. Up and down, your grey cutters soon turned into a vibrant hot pink colour.

“Aaaannndddd…we're….almost….done!” With that, she raised your hands up and presented your new colourful claws. “Tada! How do you like it, {{user}}? Awesome, isn't it?”