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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Safe And Sound - Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Title: Safe And Sound

Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Prompt: "I feel safe with you."

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Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!

WC: 500

Warnings: None :) Just fluff

There was a lot to be afraid of in the world. For some people, it's all about survival. And for others, they fall. You were a survivor, living in the X-Mansion with your boyfriend Kurt. He was just like you; a mutant. Though you couldn't teleport and you weren't blue... You had your own set of powers. And Kurt... He was your world. He was your rock, your anchor, the reason why you kept going. And Kurt felt the same towards you. You were his everything. His partner. The one who helped him get through his days.

But some days were hard, and Kurt had his insecurities, and so did you. But, you both got through them together. Holding each other, cuddled on your bed in your room; relaxing after a long day. You held him close to you, his head on your chest, and he'd wrap an arm around your waist. That was where you belonged. With Kurt. You felt at home. No one could take that away from you. Not even death.

You two lay there, silently. It was already nighttime, and your bedroom light cast a dim glow against the wall, painting shadows on Kurt's face. He was beautiful, you thought. Like a little angel. His hair stuck out every which way, making him look even more adorable. His eyes were closed shut as he relaxed into your embrace, though you knew he was still awake. There was nothing more peaceful than this. You wanted time to stop, so you could live like this forever.

He hummed, nuzzling further into your warmth. And you stroked his arm gently, as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. You wondered what he was thinking... If those thoughts were good or bad... If he was thinking of you. Or if his mind was wandering elsewhere... A million miles away. You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to break the peace. You desperately wanted to save this moment. This perfect moment. Because right then, at this moment, you were happy. Happy with your life. Content. And because you knew that Kurt was too. He absolutely loved you so, and nothing was ever going to change that. Ever. So this was a perfect moment.

You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the soft texture of it between your fingertips. And you sighed contently, closing your eyes for a second. Your heart swelled. It was such a simple thing, to love someone. Someone who meant everything. Who made you feel complete. Someone who made you feel loved.

Kurt was in heaven. He truly was. Being there, wrapped in your arms was only what he could call "a dream come true". Every time you kissed him, caressed his skin with your finger tips, or even whispered sweet nothings into his ear, it filled him up with warm, fuzzy feelings. They were indescribable. He felt his heart pound against his chest as he whispered,

“I feel safe with you.”

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Americana Spooky

Summary: Kurt Wagner/Reader; Reader gets to show Kurt what a traditional American Halloween is

Halloween Challenge Rules Here!

Kurt Wagner looks confused, and adorable; you’d be lying if the way he fidgets with his tail wasn’t one of the reason you’d developed a crush on him so quickly.

“Are you okay?”

“Vhat is that for?” Kurt gestures to the plastic skeleton that’s in the armchair reserved for Mr. Magneto when he comes; Hank has pinned a nametag on it and Logan made a helmet for it as well.

“Oh; it’s for halloween!” His tail lashes back and forth betraying his excitement.

“You celebrate it? The circus never had time; or they thought it a pagan ritual..” He seems nervous again, hands stills his tail; you grin at him.

“No it’s not that; it’s mostly just for like little kids to eat a bunch of sugar and run around in costumes! It’s just for fun!!!”

“Costumes?”

“Mhm; there’s so much we have to do!!!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Kurt has never had an American Halloween!!! We have to show him everything!!!”

“Y/N do you just want an excuse to parade your boyfriend about?”

“Well I can do that anytime; but yes. Professor already said we could take a field trip to the pumpkin patch and each of us gets to pick a pumpkin!”

“We each get a pumpkin; are there size limits?” Scott looks a little shocked; at least his eyebrows seem higher up than normal.

“Just what you can carry. So I think colossus is gonna get the biggest one.”

“Jean.. pleaseeeeee; I know you can move it…. I have to have a bigger one than Peter!!” Scott’s already grinning at her and she laughs shaking her head.

“No way; I’m getting the biggest one! Logan said he’d give twenty bucks to whoever brought the biggest one home!”

“Pumpkins? Like the food?”

“Mhm; some of them we just carve! It’s a tradition if you-”

“UGH THAT SMELLS LIKE-” Jean slaps a hand over Scotts mouth and you laugh when Kurt tilts his head leaning over the open top of the pumpkin he sniffs deeply and wrinkles his nose, making an over exaggerated gagging sound.

He grins at you and winks; tail lashing out to shove some of the guts into Scott’s face. Jean shrieks when Scott retaliates by attempting to throw the guts back at Kurt; instead it gets caught in her hair.

“Oh fucking come on!” Peter chuckles as he dodges another sling of the guts; laughing when Jean levitates some to smack you in the face. Kurt teleports you into a tree; offering you a handful of the pumpkin innards to throw at someone. Of course your throw has to hit Logan's head.

“Shit.” You laugh as Kurt teleports you into the kitchen.

“Now what?”

“Pumpkin pie! And roasting seeds!”

“Maybe we should slow down; there’s the whole month of October to get through; Halloween is at the end right?”

“Well yeah but he needs to experience all of it!!! We haven’t even gotten to the list of scary movies yet!!!” You pout but can’t fight the smile when Kurt wraps his tail around your waist.

“And I’m dating the worlds best expert on American Halloween; I have no doubt I’ll be able to watch all of them and trick and treat with the rest of the group on the 30th.”

“31st.”

“So close.” He laughs a little and you join in after you kiss him on the cheek.

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loving-barnes · 3 months

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A Touch Of Hope (Logan Howlett)

Pairing: Logan Howlett x female mutant reader

Summary: After a mission went wrong, Logan brought an injured mutant into the school. And with that, new hope has arisen - for mutants, for the school, even for Logan.

General warning: graphic depictions of violence, smut, explicit language and more.

This story is for 18+ audience. Minors DNI.

Author's note: I love that Logan is tall in the movies. They... fucked up. And I am here for it. The reader is a female. I don't do any description BUT she has long hair (I'm sorry). If you find something, let me know. I am writing this for fun, not rushing and just enjoying the process.

Set in an alternative universe. In other words - I can do what I like.

• Begin Again (Chapter One) After a failed mission, Logan unexpectedly brings home an injured mutant. | Words: 5300+

• 'Hell' (Chapter Two) Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell’. | Words: 4300+

• Spark (Chapter Three) Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation. | Words: 3800+

• Window of Opportunity (Chapter Four) In Salem, Logan and Y/N have the opportunity to save the boy. | Words: 5200+

• Revelation (Chapter Five) Scott decided to be a dick and share something he shouldn’t. | Words: 4300+

• Better (Chapter Six) Things are slowly turning around. Or are they? | Words: 3100+

• Bar (Chapter Seven) It’s a fun night out at a bar. | Words: 3300+

• Bonding Moment (Chapter Eight) The students get to know Y/N a little more. | Words: 3700+

• Babysitting Gone Wrong (Chapter Nine) Charles asked Logan and Y/N to babysit the students while the rest of the staff was away for the weekend. | Words: 6200+

• Need (Chapter Ten) Things move forward between Logan and Y/N. | Words: 4300+

Staff: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy (Beast), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Bobby (Iceman), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Kitty Pryde, Anna Marie (Rogue), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Logan Howlett (Wolverine), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Jean Grey, Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

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betyloca · 2 months

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members of the x-men with a s/o who was in a mutant circus and his/her mutation in which she is a symbiote

scott summers

• heard that the new student came from a circus

• I wouldn't ask I wouldn't want to ask and make you uncomfortable

• but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet a new student

- Hi, I'm Scott Summers.

- Hello, I'm y/n.

- If you need to get out of here I know how to escape and take you wherever you want

• this boy had no idea what your mutation was, he thought you were very strong

• until he saw you create symbiotic tentacles

• He is impressed by your mutation and offers to help you in your training.

• worries when there are loud sounds that could hurt you

• is impressed with the amount of food you can eat

•He loves your full symbiote form and thinks you're very intimidating, which would help him scare people for fun.

• he lets you work with him so that you can be with him

jean gray

• found out that a new student had arrived

• She knows where you come from and what your life was like in the circus because she read your mind.

• you were in the courtyard of the mansion when you met her

- Hi I am ..

- y/n I know I'm Jean Gray

- how do you know my name?

- I'm a telepath

- oh can I sit with you?

- of course, why not

• they began to be almost always with her

• One day you showed him your mutation by making claws appear and your arm turning a symbiotic black color.

• You thought you had scared her but she already knew about your mutation. You're glad she wasn't scared.

• She knows what it's like for people to fear you so she doesn't let anyone mess with you.

• He likes to have lunch with you in the mansion garden even though you always end up eating almost everything due to your voracious hunger.

• likes it when you do stunts to impress the

• He likes it when you are in your symbiotic mass form and you are lying on his bed or couch and you are on his chest sleeping while he caresses you.

• I wouldn't let you have fun with her, she's afraid that she'll hurt you with her telepathy.

• He doesn't get scared when he sees your full symbiote form because he knows you would melt at his touch.

kurt wagner

• he was excited at the idea of making a new friend

• He heard rumors that you came from a circus. He knew what it was like to live there since he was in one.

• you were walking through the hallways lost when you ran into him

- Excuse me, do you know where the classrooms are?

- If you want I can take you

- okay thanks, I'm y/n

- I'm Kurt Wagner

• immediately became your friend

• He doesn't leave your side until he told you that he also lived in a circus

• That's how they began to share experiences of how they lived

• He likes it when you show off your stunts since you were a trapeze artist.

• One day when they were at the mall a guy started making fun of his appearance making him feel horrible.

boy: look that guy looks like a monster hahaha* laughing with his friends*

Kurt: We better go* while looking at the ground*

y/n: hey, the only monster is me, you idiot* while deforming his face making his eyes white and his mouth bigger with sharp fangs*

boy: ooh shit let's go * while he runs with his friends *

• He is impressed by your mutation and likes to ask what else you can do.

• gets worried when there are loud noises and when it happens he covers your ears

• At Christmas I give you headphones to prevent you from hearing the fireworks so they don't hurt you.

• keeps you away from anything flammable wants you to be safe

• He likes it when you are in your symbiotic dough form. He thinks you are very cute. He loves having you in his hands while he feeds you (he likes to concentrate on you).

•When this boy finds out that you can have fun with a person, he feels curious and nervous when you have fun with him.

• when he gets used to it he likes to be with you all the time talking to you while you talk to him in his head

• At first he was scared by your full symbiote form but he didn't mean to. He liked how intimidating you looked but he knows you wouldn't like him

#kurt wagner x reader #nightcrawler x reader #scott summers x reader #jean grey x reader #xmen apocalypse #xmen x reader #xmen movies #xmen imagine

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moving-accounts2112 · 6 months

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Liebling | Kurt Wagner x Mutant Fem!Reader

Y/N was sitting on her bed, tired after a long day. She listened to the rain smack against the roof and windows and put on some light music to relax. It wasn't long before she heard a strange poof noise, and the smell of sulfur filled her nose. She felt a tail brush by her leg, and an arm put around her torso, squeezing slightly.

"Hi, Kurt.", she muttered to the fuzzy blue elf next to her. "Hi.", he said back. "You look tired.", he said while nuzzling his face into her shoulder. "I am tired. Kicking arse all day does that to you.", she responded. "And by kicking arse I presume you mean getting yours kicked by Logan in the training room?", he said in a teasing tone. "Oh shut it, elf boy.", Y/N said with a chuckle. "Ouch.", he teased yet again. "Your words pain me.". She rolled her eyes, saying "Yeah, yeah. Let's just snuggle.". She felt the weight of the bed shift as Kurt put his arms around her. "Mph... I'm tired too. Should we just go to bed?", he muttered into her shoulder.

"Well, now I'm not tired.", she said, holding back a laugh. "Seriously?!", Kurt angrily said, failing at holding back his laughter. "Now that I'm tired, you're not?", he said with a glare. "Sorry!", Y/N said as she got up from the bed. "Awh, wait! Don't leave.", he responded, still holding her hand. She giggled, saying "You're so clingy! Eh, fine.". She sat back down only to be yet again, attacked by snuggles. "What happened to you?", she asked. Kurt simply shrugged, responding "The usual. Being threatened for buying food, hiding.".

She looked up at him sadly, nuzzling his chest, saying "I hope everyone else soon learns we're not dangerous. Stuff like that, and whenever there are more massacres, whether by mutants or non-mutants, it just makes me wanna hold you, and never let you go.". Kurt pets her head lovingly, responding in a low purr, "Don't worry, Liebling. I'm not going anywhere.". "I hope not.", Y/N responded while burying her face into his chest. "Mmph, wanna go get some food?". He nodded, tail wagging as he waltzed off with her.

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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1999 pt. 5

Kurt Wagner x fem reader, some Angst, sad topics

Reader has Empath abilities where she can feel others’ emotions, her mind can’t be read by either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what she feels.

Sorry for delay! Whole story got deleted so had to rewrite everything from scratch! Im so very sorry for the delay! I have more stories on the way as well!

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“BOYS!!!!”

Kurt felt like he was floating, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders as he saw those two beautiful boys run through the door. God couldn't have crafted anything more beautiful in his Mind, They looked like him in his human form but with (Y/N) Beautiful smile that he didn't realize he had longed for so much and her eyes, oh her eyes they made his knees weak and heart jump like he was falling in love all over again. Logan looked to Kurt and tried to nudge him a bit to wake him from his trance, However that was pointless with Kurt clearly amazed at the sight of his sons.

However that trance broke the second the twins decided to make their surprise Exit. Kurt jumping to his feet just in shock at seeing this as a wide smile went over his lips. (Y/N) however was far less pleased as she cursed and stood up, Speed walking towards the back of the house, Kurt didn't even realize he was following her till Charles grabbed his hand carefully. Snapping him from his daze enough to not fall over to Professor before scrambling after his Beloved who was marching like a solider to the back of the house.

(Y/N) had a frown on her face as she glanced around the hallway, Like she was looking for clues to were they had gone.

“They Look like me...” Kurt finally choked out, Finally able to put his brain together enough to string the words together. (Y/N) paused her search and looked at him with a sad glare, Like she wanted to smack him or cry- “Of course they do, They are your kids... And that includes their mutation” she hissed out in a low whisper. Kurt took another shaky breath as he awkwardly chuckled softly, a fluttering of emotions hitting him at once which in truth left him unable to reply.

(Y/N) turned away from him, continuing her military march down the hall before reaching the attic access door. Kurt followed her gaze, looking to her as she took a near by broom and used it to push the attic door open jumping and grabbing the rope handle to pull it open with the ladder. Sighing as she placed her hands on her hips in frustration. Kurt couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over her, She was so different yet- also the same? Her face had matured to an elegant grace as well, sophisticated and he couldn't lie.. sexy? Then when he traveled lower.. She had defiantly matured in terms of her hips and bust- CLAP. He jumped at the sound as he snapped from his impure thoughts, (Y/N) having clapped her hands to announce her presence to the boys- thankfully having not noticed his wondering eyes- or ignoring it.

"Boys get your little asses down here now! I mean it"

(Y/N) yelled up at the quiet attic space. Her hands on her hips as she stared up into the dark space.

"On the count of 3 if you arent down here I will come get you-... 1..."

"(Y/N) Maybe I-" Kurt started but stopped with another glare.

"2..... Alright 3!" She said as she started up the Ladder, ready to coax her boys out of the attic space. Kurt shot a hand out and grabbed her wrist, (Y/N) snapping and slapping his hand from her.

"Dont touch me-!" (Y/N) hissed as she slapped his hand away from her, Anger shining in those beautiful eyes, the same look the day they had departed. Kurt rubbed the back of his hand and stared at her, guilt eating away at him, his soul practically screaming in hurt for his actions.

"(Y/N) I'm so so sor-" He didnt even finish as the shifting sound of movement above them gave way. Staring down at him was the twins, staring hard at him as they tried to figure out who he was- and most likely why their mother reacted in such a way.

"Who the hell is this dweeb?-" Leon grumbled out, a sigh leaving their mother as she rubbed her temple. "Dont- call him that.. Listen please come down- Both of you and we are going to talk... Your not in trouble" (Y/N) said softly, Milo finally revealing his own face fully at hearing he hadn't angered his mother. It took little coaxing to get the twins to come down from their hiding spots and then return to the Livingroom.

There was a few moments of awkward silence before Jean Grey cleared her throat and sat forward. Wishing to pick up here Charles left off it seemed.

"Well, I never got to introduce ourselves formally- While we are former school mates of your mother, we are teachers at the same school. A school for a special type of children... Mutants" Jean started, Milo's gaze starting to harden as he gave focus on (Y/N) distrust starting to brew in him.

"At Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters we help Mutants like yourself express yourself freely with your Mutations and develo-"

"Wait-" Jean blinked in surprise by such a cross voice cutting her off, That came from Milo. Everyone looking at him surprised as he looked to his mother. A mixture of anger, distrust and overall confusion in his eyes.

"So.. You are a mutant who went to a super Mutant school, Didn't tell us and while another option for us to not live hiding our powers forever you didn't choose it?" Milo questioned, anger rising in him. (Y/N) gently tried to grab his hand to calm him but he yanked his hand away. "Milo- Its a lot more complicated then that, I told you id explain-"

"What is there to explain! You lied to us!" He yelled, Leon awkwardly chuckling as he tried to nudge his brother.

"Come on dude, lets just hear it out! When do you get so worked up?-" Leon tried to joke but Milo glared at him.

"You're not upset!? We've had to move around, Hide our mutations! A-And we could have been in a safe place this whole time?"

"Well Yeah! But im not losing my shit over it! Besides this place is chill anyway! Like we can stay here and be chill or Like being cool exchange students at a super mutant whatever! Right? You guys have like a pool or something right? Like a sports Bus? Like the rich kids" Leon asked Jean, Who looked flustered by what was unraveling.

"W-Well yes and no- We have a pool but no Sports-Bus. We have a Jet-" She tried to say casually, Jean felt like she was in over her head- For some reason it was... difficult to read Leon or Milo's mind- Like trying to focus on a tiny dot of a speedy bullet..

"A DAMN JET!" He yelled as he jumped up and down like the ADHD Kid he was.

"Leon Language! Milo calm down-" (Y/N) tried to interject as Milo started to refuse and even raise his voice. Leon now asking a million questions at once the Jet was revealed.

Kurt sat there awkwardly, watching Logan look ready to snap, Jean looking overwhelmed by Leon questions, Charles trying his best to help (Y/N) calm down Milo who looked angry and ready to run away if it wasn't for (Y/N) holding his hand tightly. Looking close to tears herself- He couldn't just stand by... Not again. Standing up he quickly grabbed his wrist, conjuring up every bit of confidence he had as he turned off the camouflage and closed his eyes tightly.

Silence...

He slowly opened his yellow eyes as he felt his tail twitch nervously. The twins were staring at his slack jawed and looking completely shocked- like he had shot them while (Y/N) stared at him with what can only be described as heartbreak like the day they last saw each other. Kurt stood there, shifting on his feet slightly as he looked at the trio.

This may have been a bad idea- A real bad idea...

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shangrila11 · 10 months

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Unintentional Date // Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler(Wolverine and the X-Men) x Mutant! reader

(Y/N) made their way to the Danger room, amped up and ready for some training. As a mutant superhero, it was important to keep oneself in tip-top condition in preparation for whatever that might come their way. Besides, it could be fun and satisfying to push oneself to their limits.

'Bamf!"

In a puff of smoke, Kurt was right beside you, grinning.

"Going to train, (Y/N)?"

"You surprised me, Kurt!" (Y/N) laughed, playfully nudging him. They confirmed that his guess was correct and invited him to train with them which he readily agreed to. Together, the two of them headed to the Danger Room, laughing and chatting as they did so.

Unbeknownst to the two of mutants, Kitty was watching their interactions. Excitedly, she remarked to Bobby how cute the two of them looked together. Bobby (who was busy admiring Kitty) snapped out of his thoughts before stammering his agreement. Kitty quirked an eyebrow but decided to not question Bobby's nerves. A sly grin made its way to her lip as she hatched a plan on how to bring her two friends closer. She told her idea to Bobby whose expression mirrored the female's. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

xxx xxx

(Y/N) frowned as they looked their phone. Earlier, Bobby had invited them for a games night but he hadn't shown up yet. And so here they were at the games room waiting for their friend.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Kurt entered the room, looking surprised to see them. (Y/N) was just as shocked as he was.

"I could ask the same the thing," they replied. Kurt explained the circumstances that led to him being there. Apparently, they were same as (Y/N)'s, except that it was Kitty that had invited him.

"Those two," (Y/N) sighed, shaking their head. But they had a smile on their face. They looked at Kurt, their smile turning a little bashful. "So what say we make use of the time they have given us?"

"I don't see why not," Kurt returned their smile.

"Cool," (Y/N)'s smile widened. "I'll go grab some snacks and drinks. Want any?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

"Alright. I'll be sure to get your favourites."

With a grin, (Y/N) left the room. They soon came back with the snacks and drinks. Kurt helpfully took some of the snacks from (Y/N)'s hands and placed them on the table. The (H/C)-haired mutant thanked Kurt as they placed the rest of the snacks on the table. Kurt responded with a smile and a 'You're welcome".

"So fancy playing darts?" Kurt asked, gesturing to the dart boards.

"Yes. Best of 3? Loser has to do what the winner asks of them," (Y/N) grinned.

"Alright. But know that I won't go easy on you," Kurt smirked. (Y/N) smirked back.

"That's what I would like to hear."

And so. the two of them began their little competition, stopping every once a while to munch on the snacks and to drink. It was an enjoyable and close match but Kurt won in the end.

"Congrats," (Y/N) smiled warmly. "So as promised, you get to ask me to do something." Their heart raced as they looked at their friend and crush. They trust that Kurt wouldn't ask them to do anything they were not comfortable with but they couldn't help feeling nervous. Kurt frowned thoughtfully before answering, "How about... making the two of us official?" He gently grabbed their hand.

"You are an amazing person, (Y/N). You are brave, kind and I enjoy being with you so it will make me the happiest guy in the world if you were to become my partner."

Now it was Kurt's turn to wait for their response nervously. Fortunately, he didn't need to wait long. Their cheeks tinted pink, (Y/N) nodded and smiled.

"Yes, I would love to be your partner."

Kurt blinked a couple of times, (Y/N)'s words not sinking in yet. But once they did, a broad smile lit up his features and he enveloped his significant other in a hug.

"May I?" Kurt asked, looking at (Y/N)'s lips. Beaming, (Y/N) nodded. Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips against theirs. The kiss was slow, cautious at first but it gradually become passionate as they went deeper into the kiss. The two of them eventually broke away from the kiss, out of breath but with smiles on their faces.

Looks like the two of them would have to thank Kitty and Bobbie later. And 'return the favour'.

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

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Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

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Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

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Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

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Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

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jiabeewrites · 1 year

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happy bday! can i request a kurt wagner x batsis?

THANKS ANON! sorry it took so long to write 😓

Awkward first meetings

SUMMARY: When Bruce Wayne finds out his daughter is dating, he demands to meet them. What he doesn't expect is a mutant that looks like, well... a blue demon.

TW: slight mutant slander, body image issues (for kurt this is being blue and stuff), language, use of she/her/hers pronouns, use of Y/N, overprotective batfam.

A/N: batsis's vigilante name is nightingale

"So what's his name again?"

Y/N sighed. Her family would never let this go, would they?

"I told you a thousand times, Dick, it's Kurt."

Dick frowned.

"Kurt what?"

"You'll find out, I'm not having you do a background check on my boyfriend!" She said, annoyed.

"Why are you so against it?" Jason asked. "If he was a good, normal person, then it wouldn't do any harm. Unless there's something that you want to keep from us."

"I won't tell you, and besides, he'll let you know when he'd ready. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go change my clothes."

Y/N Wayne and Kurt Wagner met about four months ago. She'd finally gotten to meet with her friend, Jean, and was surprised to find that she would finally get to meet the group of people that Jean talked about so much. They consisted of Jean's boyfriend Scott, two girls named Ororo and Jubilee, and three boys: Peter, Warren, and Kurt. He'd asked her out on a date after that, and the rest was history.

Y/N sighed, and put on her sweater. Most likely her brothers would do nothing less than interrogate Kurt.

Suddenly her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Y/N. Vat do I do? Do you just vant me to come and Bamf to your door?" Kurt asked.

She sighed.

"Listen, Blue, if you wanna then go for it. I mean... they'll find out tonight at dinner anyway."

"Alright." Y/N heard a familiar teleporting noise and then a voice.

"Here goes notzing."

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She heard a bell ring throughout the house, then came downstairs.

Y/N sighed. Hopefully her family wouldn't be stunned.

"Hey, Kurt."

The blue mutant grinned, and then walked up to her.

"Za professor vas a vittle against me coming here, but Jean convinced him," Kurt said.

"Eh, if I needed to I could just bribe him," she said flippantly. Her boyfriend chuckled, then looked at her brothers, who seemed... unsurprised, to be honest.

Jason was the first to speak.

"Of course Y/N/N goes for the metas," he said, laughing.

"Tt, wouldn't he know? F-Batman has a rule against metahumans," Damian said, frowning at the mutant.

"I'm...not a metahuman," Kurt said, looking at them.

"What are you, then?" Steph asked.

"A mutant."

"Look, it doesn't matter, because now he's here, and we can do introductions. Kurt, this is Babs, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Tim, Duke, and Damian. Idiots minus Cass, this is Kurt," Y/N said, motioning to each Bat as she spoke. "And the person you met at the door is Alfred, he's basically our grandpa."

"It's nice to veet you all," Kurt said, smiling nervously.

"Where are you from?" Dick asked.

"Germany."

"Cool, I'm from Romania," he said.

The awkward silence returned, and they were all grateful that Alfred came in before it got too...weird.

"Master Bruce is here, and dinner is finished cooking, so please make your way into the dining room soon."

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A/N: I literally butchered his accent smh ToT

thanks for the request! sorry it was so short!

#ryn's birthday celebration #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #x men #im lazy #so im not gonna tag everyone ;-;#batfam #batsis!reader

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raventhebookkeeper · 1 year

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Can i have Kurt Wagner x reader where he sees reader's scars and kisses them and it's fluff? 🥺👉👈

Scars and Kisses| Kurt Wagner x reader

Note: Yess this is so sweet! I hope you like it☺️

Warnings: scars from injuries, insecurities (idk if that should be a warning), fluff

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Sometimes your mind can be your biggest enemy. Your thoughts can bring you down faster than even your strongest opponent.

You would know, you were part of the X-men. You had fought plenty on missions. Being a mutant wasn’t easy physically or mentally.

Sometimes though they would hit you at the same time. So much so that your questioning how something physically can impact you so emotionally.

It started small. A brush of a hand on that small scar on your arm. A glimpse in the mirror when you’re getting ready. Or someones eyes linger a little to long at the scars that you hadn’t meant to show when your shirt had ridden up.

You pushed your feelings away though. Put them to the back of your mind until it was to much to ignore. And you thought you had done a good job in not showing that something was bothering you. But you should have known better to think Kurt wouldn’t notice.

He knew you better than most. You were attached to the hip since the first moment you met, and only seemed to grow closer after you had turned your friendship into something more. He never judged you. It always felt like he just understood. He just saw you, y/n L/n. You were the same to him. Never judge mental and always so caring and loving. He fell in love with your kindness. And for just being you. He was Kurt, your best friend and the love of your life.

So why would you think he wouldn’t notice? Perhaps you were to focused on not focusing on it that it showed either way.

He could tell something had been weighing on you. You could keep a level head and go about your day, but he could see those moments where you slipped up. When you picked at your clothes, fidgeted with anything near by, or when you seem to be lost in space and have to take a breather before you continue with your task.

He wasn’t sure what had been bothering you but he was determined to help you in anyway you needed. Which brought him to your room. It was late but he knew you would be up. He could still see your light on under the door.

Usually he just popped in with his powers, only because you trusted him, but this time he knocked on your door softly. He wasn’t sure of the problem yet so he wanted to approach this carefully.

There was no reply from your side and he didn’t hear any movement. He quietly opened the door and peaked in. He could see your form lying in bed. You had curled yourself up, eyes closed, your hands gripping your pillow under your head, and a frown on your face.

You were so consumed in your thoughts you hadn’t heard Kurt come in.

Today was long and stressful, which only made it easier for the thoughts you had buried to come digging there way up to the surface again.

As soon as you got to your room you lazily changed into your comfy clothes. Just wanting to sleep it all away. But the mirror you had in the corner of your room caught your eyes. And you could see a little glimpse of yourself.

You didn’t even realize when you had walked up to it. You just stood in front of it, eyeing the scars that littered some parts of you.

You didn’t have to see them to know where they were either. You knew where every single one was, even if it wasn’t visible in the mirror now.

You knew them all. And every story that came with them. Some weren’t as bad. They reminded you of the times you had made a dumb mistake or just a funny accident. Then there were those that came from your job, going on missions. Those weren’t all bad but some of them were close calls and you didn’t like to think about them for to long. But then there were the ones that held your worst memories. They didn’t just scar you physically but mentally and emotionally as well. Those were harder to ignore, didn’t matter how big or small. In a way they still hurt.

And today was one of those days where you wished you didn’t have that reminder. You wished they weren’t permanent. You didn’t always mind when they were there. But on bad days your thoughts would consume you.

At some point you just curled up on your bed, just as Kurt found you, and tried to make them go away. You didn’t want to look at yourself. So you close your eyes, not wanting to catch a glimpse in the mirror again.

Kurt didn’t want to startle you so he knocked again. Your body tensed up a little and he knew you heard.

“My love, can I come in?” He spoke softly.

You tried to calm yourself and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed bringing it over your legs and torso.

“Of course.” You smiled at him as he closed the door and made his way over to you, trying to seem calm and collected. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes.

He gave a smile of his own anyways and sat at the end of the bed. He didn’t want to jump right into it so he just gently took your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

You couldn’t help but melt a little at his gentle touch. No one had ever been so gentle and kind to you as he has. You squeezed his hand a little, wanting to just fall in his arms right then and there.

“How was your day? I didn’t get to see you very much.” He still had a smile on his face, that sweet, genuine smile that says ‘I’m listening, I want to know.’ You wanted to cry just seeing him.

“It was…okay. Just busy, you know how it gets.” You shrugged lightly trying to ignore that tired sinking feeling in your stomach. You’d been trying to do that for awhile now.

He knew that wasn’t all of it, but he didn’t want to push to much. He brushed some hair away from your face, letting his knuckles caress the side of your cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”

His hand that was holding yours made its way up your arm, gently rubbing them up and down. You were going to answer but he brushed over a spot and you froze for a second. You felt those thoughts rear their ugly heads again. ‘How could he so easily touch me, touch them, and it not bother him?’

“No, it’s fine. Really. I’ve got it handled.” You brought your hand back sticking your arms under the blanket. You brought your legs up and held them against you. He noticed and it hurt a little, not knowing why you pulled away from him.

“My love, you know that you can talk to me, right? I want to help you in anyway I can. In any way you need me too. Are you sure there isn’t something that’s been weighing on you?”

He reached for you once more but hesitated, not knowing if you were comfortable with that right now. You thought over his words trying to decide if you should tell him. Tell him how much it’s been eating at you. You couldn’t quite look at him. Your eyes becoming slightly glossy.

“I-,” you stopped and bit your lip, feeling a small lump in your throat. He brought his hand up and slowly lifted your chin, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t move away and let him take your lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m right here, whenever you’re ready.” That did it for you. The tears started rolling down your face. All the pent up emotions spilling over. Kurt moved to sit in front of you now.

You didn’t look up at him. And he let you cry as much as you needed.

When you started to calm down a little you finally looked up at him again. Worry and concern was written all over his face. All he wanted was to hold you.

“I’m sorry, I just…” you wiped the salty tears form your cheeks but only more took their place. “How can you love me? How can you be so okay with it? With me? How can you look at me and touch me? I hate it! Don’t you?!”

Kurt was a little shocked at your outburst, and heartbroken by your words. He tried to meet your eyes but you only sank into yourself further.

“How could I not love you? You are my favorite human being I’ve ever had the honor to meet. You are so incredibly kind and hold so much love for the people around you. Even if you don’t know them. And you love me more than I thought anyone could love me. You are caring, funny, sweet, intelligent, and beautiful. How could I not look at you? What is it that bothers you so much about yourself my love?” He spoke softly, and lovingly.

You still wouldn’t look up, not wanting to see his face as you muttered your next words. “My scars.” You held yourself a little tighter. ‘He must realize what I mean now.’ You think to yourself.

But how could you think that. Your Kurt. Your sweet, dorky, lovable Kurt. He takes your hand once again, and this time you didn’t pull away.

He didn’t stop there. He turned your palm upwards and pulled it towards him. Before he continued he gave you a questioning look. Silently asking if this was okay. You nodded, confused and a little hesitant, but you trusted him.

He leaned down pressing his lips against your scar. He felt you freeze once again and thought you were going to pull away. But you didn’t move a muscle, so he continued. With every kiss you felt more tears fill your eyes. And you couldn’t help the blush that made its way up your neck, ears, and cheeks.

He didn’t stop, even pecking the skin that wasn’t scarred along the way. He moved the blanket off you and pushed you to lay on your back. You just watched, as he tried to kiss away the pain and the thoughts that plagued your mind. They couldn’t ruin this moment though. Not for you. Not this time.

He kissed right above your knee, then eventually your stomach, then just below your collarbone. He held the side of your face with his hand as he left gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. He pecked you on your forehead, cheeks, and then your nose. You laughed softly as he nudged his nose against yours.

He whispered softly against your lips. “I love every part of you. All of you is beautiful inside and out. I know I can’t make those thoughts go away completely, but I’ll always be here to constantly remind you how wonderful and beautiful you are.” You both closed your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours.

He caressed a certain scar on your side. “I remember this one. I still feel guilty about it.” You laughed tearfully. “It wasn’t your fault. I made you teleport us so we could sneak away.” He smiled at the memory. “But we ended getting an earful from the professor.”

“Yes, but that was also the night you gave me my first kiss.” You opened your eyes only to see him staring down at you, so full of love and warmth for you. You brought your hands up to cradle his face.

That was one of your favorite memories. Maybe, with time, you could learn to love them too.

“I love you.” ‘Thank you.’

He smiled softly and leaned forward.

“I love you too.” ‘All of you, forever.’

He closed the gap between you and kissed you. You sighed as you melted into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. He happily obliged still gently caressing your side.

You knew it would take time, and you would still have your bad days. But you could do it, especially with Kurt. Because Kurt loved you, all of you, and you were so grateful for him. You didn’t have to say it. He could feel it as you kissed him and held him in your arms.

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v-cain · 11 months

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"Christmas Morning"

A/N: merry fucking christmas *tears down calendar that says it's June* sorry to everyone who requested fics that i blatantly ignored, i have had an excruciatingly stressful year, and i feel like if i wrote said requests they wouldnt turn out the best they could be. ENJOY!!!!! (also fucking finally got around to writing erik omg yaayyyy)

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing (probably), Dogs, Brief joke about murder, Mentions of alcohol (let me know if i missed any)

Pairings: (All Platonic) Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader, Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Erik Lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader

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It was early on Christmas morning. Scott had woken you up at 6am and dragged you down the stairs to open presents with the rest of your friends. You decided that your present to him this Christmas was not murdering him for this act of treachery (and a small painting of Scott depicted as one of Snow White's dwarves).

You curled up on the couch with your loving dog Edo, half asleep, as everyone exchanged gifts. A pile of presents and wrapping paper were slowly building up on the floor. So far, you had received a pair of fuzzy socks that Kurt had crocheted, the Twilight book series from Jean, a Snow White colouring book from Scott, and a new glitter-pen stationery set from Jubilee. Among those gifts you also had a thick leather-bound notebook from Professor McCoy, "The Art Of War" by Sun-Tzu from Erik, and a pair of novelty dice from the Professor. You weren't sure why you got that last one but you appreciated it all the same. As the group surrounding you chattered and joked, your gaze drifted towards the door. Logan had gone on a trip a few weeks ago, with the promise of being back before Christmas. So far he had yet to make an appearance, which was worrying you, but you tried to focus your thoughts back to your friends.

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As the day went on, you found yourself glancing over to the door every few minutes, hoping Logan would walk in at any minute. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing with Edo outdoors in the garden, despite the freezing cold. It wasn't working as well as you had hoped, as your mind still wandered and worried about Logan. Plus, your hands were getting numb.

As you throw a ball for Edo to catch, you hear someone walking up behind you. You turn, and are greeted with the site of Erik Lenhsherr, who has a mixture of a kind look and a "What the fuck are you doing out here in the freezing cold on Christmas?" look on his face. You knew Erik pretty well, despite the fact he had only moved into the mansion a few months ago, and the pair of you shared many pleasant conversations (which were all almost entirely about philosophy, western literature and cat memes.) You turn back around and watch as Edo runs up to you, a happy expression adorning his features.

"Might I ask why you aren't inside with everyone else?" Erik asked, watching Edo drop the ball in front of you, before his gaze turns to you. You pick up the slimy ball and pelt it across the yard. You watch Edo sprint after it, then deciding to say "Just thought I should appreciate nature at it's finest, s'all." You hear Erik sigh, and you turn back around to face him. His smile was gone now, instead replaced by creased eyebrows and a downturned mouth.

Erik shifted his shoulders, pondering what he should say, then sighed again. "I know you miss Logan, Y/N." Your gaze turns to the frost tipped grass as Erik continues, "And I know it's hard not having him here with you on Christmas." Erik pauses before saying "But I also know that if Logan were here, he wouldn't want you outside in the freezing cold, especially not alone." He paused again, then simply said with a small bit of worry evident in his voice "Come back inside, Y/N." You watch as Edo drops the ball further away and chases a bird around. You bite your the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment, before agreeing "Ok." Erik smiled and patted you on the shoulder. "I'll see you inside." He turned and started walking away, then called after him "And put some gloves on!" You huff a small laugh and then whistle for Edo to come over.

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It was now the late evening. Most of the younger kids had gone off to bed a while ago, so the living had the older kids and some of the teachers inside. An old re-run of 'Home Alone' was playing on the crappy TV that looked like it was around longer than Logan. Edo was curled up beside the fireplace, a content look on his face. Jean and Scott were leaning against each other on the couch, talking quietly amongst themselves. Jubilee and Kurt had gone to bed as they both apparently wanted to keep on track with their "sleep schedule", and wouldn't stay up for just another half hour. What a bunch of losers, you thought as you pulled on the socks Kurt crocheted for you.

You walk out of the living room, wandering down the hall towarss the main entrance. As you round the corner, you see the door open and Logan step in, covered in snow and rain. Your once bored expression turns into one of pure glee as you shout "LOGAN!" before barrelling into the man. Logan lets out a small 'oof' as you hug him, you wings wrapped around him. He hugs you back and says in his usual gruff manner "Missed you too, kid." You release him from your death grip and grin up at him, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "I have a present for you!" Logan raises an eyebrow, but before he can question the gift, you grab his hand and start dragging him towards the living room. As you walk, you ask Logan about where he went, and what it was like, and did he see any cute dogs, and did he take any photographs. He tried to keep up with your rapid fire questioning- that he was somewhat used to, after over a year of knowing you- when you arrive in the living room.

As the rest of the room greet Logan and make conversation with him, you walk over to the far corner of the room where you stashed your present for him during the morning. You fished out the present from behind a few books, which was brightly wrapped in pink wrapping paper, and had a pink bow stuck on top. As you turned around (nearly knocking over a vase with your tail due to your enthusiasm) you caught Erik throwing a questioning look at the present. In return you stuck your tongue out at him, to which he rolled his eyes and turned back around to Charles. You walked back over to Logan, who was standing near the fireplace, and stood in front of him. Logan looked down at you and raised an eyebrow when he spotted the present.

You thrust the present into his hands before holding your own behind your back. You smiled, slightly nervous, and said cheerfully "Open it!". Logan carefully unwrapped it, to reveal a mug. He turned the mug around and read the print on it, and laughed heartily. You grinned and laughed a bit yourself. "I'll use it everyday." Logan said, smiling down at the mug. The mug in question read; 'May contain Whiskey, Vodka and/or Beer' You had found it in a novelty gift shop a few months prior and thought it was perfect for Logan.

As you two talked, Logan thought about how grateful he was to have a little brat like you in his life. Sure, you could be a pain in the ass- especially when he was trying to teach you Maths- but you were a sweet kid. He didn't know where he'd be without you, his reminder to keep going and stick around. Meanwhile, you thought about how your life had been tipped upside down like a glass of water when you first entered the school, and then how quickly it was refilled. Your life had become so much better as you built your new home, your new family, that you loved so dearly. You were eternally grateful for your family, and hoped it would stay this way forever- filled with hugs, dogs, jokes, happiness and cat memes. Though, as you were surrounded by your loved ones chattering away, you had the dreading sense of feeling it wouldn't.

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Unfinished 4: X-Men

Summary: Kurt/Reader; Kurt helps reader adjust to the new school

“We heard you deal in mutants.” Charles opens the door to see three figures; two keeping hold of the younger one.

“Yes we do; come in.” He offers, moving farther into his house; the woman moves first; the girl shuffles forward when her father shoves her as he steps inside.

“What exactly is the trouble?”

“How much?”

“Oh to go to school it’s free..”

“No how much will you take her off our hands for…”

“Your hands? Sir, I think you misunderstand…” The man doesn’t flinch, simply tugging the girl's hood down to reveal her skin a faint shimmering gray.

“She’s always been-” he waves his hand and swallows “- but that skin colour is only freaky and then she started doing that power thing after she saw those mutants on the television.” Charles nods as the father explains; the girl doesn’t look at him but he’s having trouble getting inside of her head.

“Professor; oh sorry.” Kurt hesitates and Charles grins.

“No it’s alright Kurt; could you take her up to one of the spare rooms until we find somewhere to let her stay.” Charles grits his teeth when he can see the mother reaching into her purse to pull out a cheque book.

“Of course; come with-” Kurt doesn’t finish; the girl looks up and suddenly her skin seems to tint dark blue and she grows a tail; she mimics how Kurt looks.

“Teleportation; but only places you’ve been.” She grins smiling with fanged teeth. The tail slashes through the air and she spins trying to grab it to still it.

“See she’s dangerous; can you imagine her seeing one like that in public; her ability to hide is nonexistent.”

“Kurt; thank you.” Charles seems strained and the girl frowns before Kurt takes her arm and vanishes; reappearing in the hallway.

“This way.”

“Thank you; I’m sorry about my parents.”

“Oh they’re not so bad.”

“They uh; tried; well nevermind….”

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dem-obscure-imagines · 2 years

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One Morning at a Time

Warren Worthington III x Reader x Kurt Wagner

Fandom: X-Men

AU: Soulmate

Summary: While waiting for the soulmark that would change your life forever, you meet a wounded, winged mutant named Warren and a teleporter whose personality is sunshine incarnate, Kurt. You can’t help but catch feelings for them, even though you have no idea where or with whom your destiny truly lies.

Note: Reminder that I write poly stuff from time to time. I’ve been working on this fic on and off for months and it’s finally done. Now that I’m out of school (forever!(I graduated)) I’ll hopefully be a little more active! Anyway, I love these boys so, so much and I hope you do too. Tried to keep reader gender neutral, but let me know if I slipped up anywhere! Also reader’s birthday is in the summer in this (mine is personally in winter, so just pretend lol)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of surgery, language.

Word Count: 7.4k

Reader is: Gender Neutral! Also, a mutant.

It was about three months before your twenty-first birthday, and as everyone knew, that was approximately three months until your soulmark, the thing that would define the rest of your life as you knew it, would appear on your arm. Well, given that your soulmate wasn’t older than you, in which case, it could appear sooner.

You knew it was nothing to stress about, and you knew the universe would sort itself out, but that didn’t seem to stop you from worrying that you were the one person on this planet doomed to not have a mark. It was more of an absent thought, something that came and went, but something that bothered you nonetheless.

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be fun!” Jubilee urged, trying to get you to agree to come to the mall. “Get your mind off of things, you know?”

You thought about it for a moment. Honestly, you didn’t have that much homework…you could probably get it done whenever you all got back. You let out a sigh before finally relenting. “Alright, fine.”

In the school’s main entrance, Jean was waiting for you and Jubilee along with Scott, who had arrived a few days before, and a student you’d never met before. He was tall and blue with the most gorgeous amber eyes you’d ever seen. A spade tail swayed back and forth behind him, and when he saw the smile on your face at the sight of him, he smiled back with what had to be the most adorable smile in the world. Despite the dark colors he was sporting, the boy seemed to be sunlight incarnate.

“(Y/N), this is Kurt, Kurt, this is (Y/N).” Jubilee introduced, taking note of the way the two of you were looking at each other.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, beaming up at him. “When did you get here?”

“Um…About twenty minutes ago.” He replied, laughing softly.

“Oh wow, didn’t even give him a chance to get settled in before dragging him to the mall, huh?” You asked Jubilee, which caused her to laugh.

“I think we all need a mall trip.” Scott said, twirling a pair of keys that were definitely Professor Xavier’s around his finger. “And we better get going sooner rather than later if we don’t want to get busted by Dr. McCoy.”

“You’ve been here for less than a week and you’re already getting us into trouble…” You rolled your eyes and followed the others out the door towards where the professor kept his cars.

Jean smirked and gave Jubilee a nudge with her elbow. “I’d say he fits right in, then.”

The ride to the mall wasn’t too long. You sat in the back, smushed between the girls, but having fun nonetheless. And while Scott’s driving was a little iffy at times, he got you all there in one piece.

“Um, (Y/N)?” Kurt asked once your group was inside the mall’s doors.

“What’s up?”

“I want to pick out some clothes to…help me blend in a bit better. Jubilee said you were good at that.”

You looked at Jubilee, who gave you a mischievous grin and then back at Kurt. So you weren’t crazy, then, Jubilee had picked up on it too and was already playing match maker.

“I think I’m decent, yeah.” You nodded, smiling. “We’ll get you hooked up, Kurt.”

He grinned. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, of course.”

It didn’t take long to find something that suited him. A bright red jacket might not have been the most subtle option, but it looked great on him; complimented his skin tone and really brought out his eyes. And seeing the look on his face when he tried it on, you knew it was perfect.

“How does it feel?” Jean asked.

“It’s very comfortable.” Kurt noted, moving his arms around in it. “I like the color as well.”

“Then I’d say our work here is done. Let’s go to the arcade.” Scott said, motioning towards the door, his hands jammed in his pockets.

“So impatient.” Jean shook her head.

Once everything was paid for, you all headed up the escalators and up to the second level of the mall, where there was a giant carousel in the food court, a movie theater, an arcade, and countless stores. No wonder Jubilee loved this place so much; you definitely understood the appeal.

Once Scott was satisfied at the arcade, you all grabbed snacks and settled down in the food court. And when you did, you finally noticed the giant bruise on Kurt’s arm, which just about blended into his skin.

“Is that a bruise?” You asked, trying not to let the concern slip into your voice. You knew better than most that some humans still didn’t take very kindly to mutants. Especially mutants with a mutation as visible as Kurt’s.

Kurt looked down at the spot and then up at you, somewhat self-conscious and perhaps even a little sad. He didn’t say anything, just nodded.

You stared at it for another long moment before raising your hand, as if to touch it, but looked up at him to ask permission first. “Can I?”

Somewhat confused, Kurt nodded. You reached out and gently touched the spot with your finger and, before his very eyes, the large, dark bruise evaporated to nothing, healing in seconds. Kurt’s eyes widened and he looked up at you.

“You…you’re a healer.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I know…people can be cruel. I’ve seen a lot of injuries in my time at Xavier’s.”

“No, it’s alright.” Kurt shook his head. “Mystique just rescued me from Berlin. There was a mutant fighting ring. They…took me from my home, but…I like to think everything has a reason and,” he smiled, “I have a feeling I’m going to like it here.”

***

It was truly astonishing the difference a few hours could make. What had started off as an exciting, but normal day had quickly snowballed into what could potentially become the worst day of your life. You were on a plane to Cairo to stop the end of the world as you knew it, sitting next to Kurt and wishing beyond wishes that everyone on this plane and then some would make it back to Xavier’s in one piece. Well, what was left of Xavier’s…

“Have you ever done this before?” Kurt asked, his voice shaking.

“Not until today, no.” You replied, shaking your head. “It doesn’t feel real.”

Kurt nodded. That was the understatement of the century.

Mystique hashed out a plan as the rest of you listened carefully. She turned to you. “What can you do?”

“I’m a healer and I fly.” You told her.

She looked relieved when you said it. “Good. In that case, stay out of this as much as you can.” She paused and let out a sigh. “I have a feeling we’re going to need those healing powers.”

“Looks like they have a flyer too,” Hank noted. That was when you saw it, a flash of silver in the sky. Your heart leapt.

“And he’s got knives for wings.” Peter said, squinting out the window. “Wicked…”

“Great.” You scoffed.

When the plane touched down, everyone split off. Kurt was headed towards the pyramid to extract the professor. Mystique went up towards Magneto’s bubble with Peter to try to talk some sense into her former friend and you followed instructions, laying low until you were needed.

Well, until you saw the Angel of Death headed straight after Kurt. You looked to Hank, who hesitated before nodding. Getting the professor out took priority, and from the looks of it, Kurt could use all the help he could get.

A pair of yellow wings, not unlike a butterfly’s, sprouted from your back, glowing golden and made of energy. You ran, taking to the sky quickly and catching up to the angel without too much trouble. You tackled him out of the sky. Kurt looked back, his eyes wide when he saw you in combat with his pursuer.

“Kurt! Go!” You urged him, punching the angel in the face, causing him to stagger back. The way he was moving gave you the impression that those wings of his were heavy, and you didn’t want to find that out the hard way. “I’ve got this guy.”

He retaliated, a few sharp metal feathers dislodging from his wings and firing at you. You put up a shield, catching all but one, the one you missed barely grazing your cheek. It stung, but you stood your ground.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His expression darkened. “Not even close.”

You had to admit, he was handsome in a threatening sort of way. He had soft golden curls and sad green eyes. Even though you were fighting, you could tell there was more to him. You had a feeling his alliance with Apocalypse was due to his circumstances rather than his beliefs. He looked so hurt. Tired.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” When you said it, he almost paused for a moment. “We all want the same thing. We’re on the same side.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” He tried to kick your legs out from under you, but you jumped over his and countered, knocking him on his ass.

“I know you’re better than this.” You sounded so genuine when you said it, that he hesitated before starting to get off of the ground.

Jean’s voice echoed in your head. “(Y/N), Kurt has the professor. Get back here as soon as you can.”

You lifted from the ground just as Angel stood up. You flew out of the pyramid the way you came.

“Hey!”

“You’ve gotta catch me first.” You called over your shoulder, flying back to the plane in record speed, just as the others arrived. You watched for the Angel to follow you, but he was circling back for one of his other teammates, the one with the whip made of energy.

“Angel’s on his way to us.”

“Then let’s get out of here.” Hank said, raising the door you’d just come in as the plane began to rise into the air. You rushed over to the professor, looking over his injuries. His head was bleeding.

“Hi, professor,” You said softly, reaching forward. Your hand started glowing and immediately, the wound began to seal up.

“(Y/N), good to see you,” He said, relief flooding him as you took away his pain.

You chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“You have a cut.” Kurt said, looking concerned. “On your cheek.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I know. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

He waited for a moment, watching you, but you didn’t make any effort to heal the wound. “Can’t you…?”

“It doesn’t work—” You were abruptly cut off by the sound of a horrible screeching noise near the back of the plane. “—on me.”

When you looked back, you saw a bright purple sword made of energy cutting through the metal and making an opening just big enough for the lady in the purple jumpsuit and the Angel himself to enter your escape vehicle.

“Everybody, grab ahold of Nightcrawler!” Jean instructed as the two intruders got closer.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “I’ve never done it with this many people!”

Jean held strong. “Get us out of here.”

One by one, everyone grabbed onto Kurt. You held his arm. Once everyone was secured, Jean used her telekinesis to lurch the plane forward, shifting the gravity. Angel fell, forced to the back of the plane, looking very uncomfortable, and Psylocke slipped out of the hole she’d just carved into the ceiling.

Kurt struggled to teleport, puffs of blue smoke appearing and disappearing around him intermittently, and in the moments the plane nosedived down, Angel managed to get to his feet. He dove forward, but just before he reached you, your surroundings changed with a poof.

There was a loud explosion somewhere in the distance. It was oddly still and quiet now. It took you a moment to gather yourself, and when you did, you saw Kurt laying there unconscious.

“Is he okay?” Scott asked while you worriedly wondered the same thing.

“It’s his energy,” Jean said, tapping into his mind. “He’s drained.”

“Kurt…” You moved closer to him, kneeling beside him and touching his cheek with a gentle hand. Your palm began to glow for a few seconds, and when you gave him your energy, you felt something dip inside you. He was really drained.

“(Y/N),” Hank said, his voice a warning. Sometimes you were convinced the scientist knew your limits better than you did, but as the resident doctor in the mansion, he often worked with the school’s only healer.

“I’m fine.” You replied, knowing fully well that might not be the case.

After a few long moments, Kurt’s eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” You told him, sitting down beside him, very tired all of a sudden.

He focused on you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”

“Take it easy, alright?” Hank said, gently pushing you back down when you tried to get up. “We’ve got it from here.”

You nodded, already feeling a little dizzy as you settled in. It couldn’t hurt to rest your eyes just for a few moments…

***

By the time you came around, it was all over. Jean had just finished off Apocalypse, and everyone was fine, for the most part. Kurt had been able to grab Peter just before his leg was broken by the ancient mutant, so the only person for you to heal was, well, yourself.

“How are you feeling?” Hank asked, kneeling beside you. He shined a flashlight in your eye and then nodded. No concussion. You were fine.

“Better. Is everyone—”

“Everyone is okay.” Hank nodded. “We’re gonna head out of here as soon as I can find a vehicle to get us out.”

“What about the plane?” Jean suggested.

Hank thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. “I mean, that’s an option…We can look into it.”

So the rest of you made your way to the plane wreckage, and, until that moment, you had forgotten about one crucial player who had been on the thing when it went down. Angel.

He was sticking out of the wreckage, his upper half pretty badly burned. You walked closer, carefully climbing through rubble.

“(Y/N), be careful!” The professor warned.

“Is he…?” Kurt asked, his voice quiet.

“No, I…” You got a bit closer, leaning into that extra sense of yours. “I think he’s alive. Barely.”

“His wings are damaged.” Hank said, looking him over as well. “He’s probably going to need surgery.”

“Are we seriously debating saving him? He tried to kill us.” Scott pointed out, not entirely convinced this was the best idea.

“So did she.” You motioned to Ororo, who was hesitantly following the rest of you in the hopes of getting out of there. “People change.”

You walked closer and knelt down, Kurt following you.

“Kurt, could you teleport him out of the wreck?”

“I think so.” He nodded and touched the angel’s arm, poofing him to where the ground was flat. You let your wings emerge and floated down from the pile of rubble to where Kurt had moved him. Meanwhile, Hank set to work repairing the plane with the aid of Jean’s telekinesis.

“I might pass out while I’m doing this, alright?” You warned Kurt. “I’ll be okay, though, I promise.”

Kurt looked hesitant, but nodded, his eyes focused on you while you reached forward, a hand hovering over the Angel’s chest, your power seeping into him as you examined him closer. The metal wings emerging from his back were broken off near the root of them. It looked like it had been painful. He had tattoos etched along the edge of his face.

“I know him.” Kurt admitted softly, watching for any sign of life on this rival of his’ face. “He was at the fight club where they took me. I…I burned his wings. I didn’t mean to, but I had to.”

“But they’re metal,” you said, confused.

Kurt shook his head. “They weren’t always. They were feathers. Beautiful. He really did look like ein Engel.” He looked so guilty when he said it.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him. “You didn’t have a choice.”

Kurt nodded, but he didn’t say anything, just watching for any twitch of movement. And then, finally, the angel’s chest heaved with a breath and his eyes shot open. He sat up with a groan, flinching away from you, but regretting it immediately, as all of his pain came flooding back as soon as he was out of the range of your powers.

“He lives!” Peter exclaimed, zooming over. He looked at you for what was probably the first time. “Hey, cool powers. Does it work on any injury?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, feeling a little dizzy, but not overwhelmingly so. As you sat back a bit, Kurt put an arm around you for support. “Within reason, I mean.”

“You…?” Angel said slowly, visibly still in pain. “You helped me.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I told you, we’re on the same side. Now get back over here so I can treat your burns.”

***

Things got back to normal-ish way sooner than you expected. Jean and Magneto put the school back together in a single afternoon, and you helped all of the other students get readjusted. This included Warren, the Angel, who, Hank was right, needed surgery to remove the broken remnants of his metal wings.

He’d been on painkillers for a week because you’d been resting up after everything in Cairo, but now you were finally ready to help Hank with the procedure.

You walked into the infirmary to find Warren there sitting on the bed, in a gown, his arms crossed and a vacant look on his face. His eyes flicked up to yours once the door opened.

“How are you doing?”

He shrugged. “As well as I can, I guess. Not in too much pain.” You could have sworn he smirked the tiniest bit. “They’ve got me on the good stuff.”

“Good. I’m sure it would be awful if you weren’t.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked over his chart. Hank walked in not long after.

“Oh good, you’re here.” He said to you. He was holding a binder in his hands and his eyes flicked nervously between you and Warren. “So, I was analyzing the samples I took when we first brought you here, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up—this is also the reason I insisted (Y/N) fully rested before we attempted anything—but it seems your natural wings and bones are…well, they’re trying to regrow. If we remove the metal, there’s a chance that—”

“That I’ll have wings again.” Warren finished quietly. “That they’ll go back to the way they were before?”

“Yes.” Hank confirmed, nodding.

“Well in that case…Do whatever you have to do to me.” Warren stared at the end of his bed. “I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Perfect. I’ll go get the operation room prepped.” Hank nodded and left the two of you alone again.

“How’s your soulmate?” Warren asked. He seemed genuine about it when he did. “That blue guy? Nightcrawler?”

“Oh, Kurt?” You said, laughing a little as you shook your head. “He’s not my soulmate.”

“Oh! I just assumed the two of you were—”

“I don’t turn twenty-one for another three months, so…even if he was, I wouldn’t know that yet.”

“Mmm.” Warren hummed, nodding. “Gotcha. Sorry I assumed—”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “No harm done.”

You prepped the IV with the anesthesia in it. “Well, Angel—”

“Warren.” He interrupted, looking unsure of himself when he did. You had a feeling it’d been a long time since anyone had called him that. “My name is Warren.”

“Well, Warren, I’ll see you on the other side, then.”

***

The procedure went without a hitch, and although you were drained from growing a pair of giant feather-covered wings basically from scratch, you were fine. You both were. You walked into the cafeteria for dinner that night looking very tired and weak. Kurt teleported in front of you, looking you over with concern.

“Are you alright? How did it go?”

“It went great! I’m just tired.” You said, reaching out to touch his arm so he could take both of you back to the table. In a puff of smoke, you were sitting at the round table with the others. “Big jobs like that tend to wipe me out.”

“And is he…” Jubilee started, looking around and lowering her voice. “Still…”

“I regrew his wings. His original wings. From scratch. That’s why it took so long.” You said, chuckling. “I could use some caffeine.”

Before you could even blink, Peter came back with a can of Redbull.

“Thanks.”

“You’re a miracle worker,” Jean teased, a proud grin on her face.

“Something like that.”

Jubilee’s eyes widened as she looked up at the entrance to the cafeteria. “Don’t look now, but…he’s here.”

You blinked a few times, focusing intensely on opening your can of desperately-needed energy drink.

“Holy shit, you did that yourself?” Peter asked looking up at Warren’s very much in-tact wings. “Impressive. Do you think if my leg fell off, you’d be able to grow me a new one?”

“I don’t think so.” You chuckled. “His wings were already regenerating. That’s why I was able to help him grow new ones. I’m just surprised I managed to get it all done in one day.”

Warren walked through the line, got some food, and then looked around the cafeteria for somewhere to sit. Just before he left to go eat alone in his room, Kurt waved him over. Warren thought about it for a long moment, hesitating. But then he saw you and Ororo sitting there with the rest of them and decided to give it a shot.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

“You can sit with us.” You nodded, motioning to the only empty spot, the one across from you.

He nodded and slid into place.

“How are you feeling?”

“Normal.” He said, pausing before continuing, “which is weird, all things considered. I’m not even tired.”

“My powers seem to have that effect on people, yeah.” You took a sip of your drink. “How are your wings doing?”

“They’re sore, but that’s normal. It happens every—” He stopped himself, shrugging. “Just sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Angel, we’re thinking about having a bonfire tonight.” Jubilee said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to join us if you want. We’ll have s’mores and soda and stuff.”

Scott made a weird face, but Jean elbowed him before Warren noticed.

“I don’t know—”

“We have weenies to roast.” Peter said, disappearing for a single second only to return with a package of uncooked hotdogs. “The true American experience.” He nudged Kurt. “For ‘lil Kurt here.”

“He’s taller than you. By a lot.” You laughed at the face Peter made when you said it and he muttered something before running off to refrigerate the hot dogs until later. Kurt got a laugh out of it, too.

“Where are you doing this?”

***

It was the perfect night for this sort of thing, you decided. The sky was clear enough to make out each individual star, and there was a little breeze, but it wasn’t too chilly, even though it was dark. You’d made a fire out near the edge of campus, and the boys had pulled up some logs for you all to sit on.

You were sitting over by the cooler, watching the flames as they slowly ate at the wood. So far everyone was there. Everyone except Warren. Peter had brought his boom box out so the rest of you could listen to music. Jubilee had taken it over almost immediately and was playing ABBA, which you didn’t mind.

“Is this seat taken?” It was Warren’s voice, deep and quiet, right behind you.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.” You looked up at him, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would either, honestly.” He said swinging one leg over the log and then the other before sitting next to you. “You look exhausted.”

You laughed dryly. “I am. I should have taken a nap when I had the chance.”

“Thank you, by the way. For this.” His wings fluttered the tiniest bit when he said it.

“Of course.” You nodded. For a moment, you let your own wings shimmer into existence before making them disappear again. “Us winged folk have got to stick together.”

“Warren! You made it!” Peter rushed over, handing Warren a hotdog on a stick to be roasted. “One weenie, as promised.”

Warren laughed. “Thanks.”

Kurt walked over to you, holding up his marshmallow, which was barely approaching golden. “Is this cooked enough?”

“A little more, I think, but that’s just how I like mine. As long as it’s pretty warm, it’ll still make the chocolate all melty.”

Kurt nodded, holding the marshmallow a little closer to the flames for a little longer to get a little more color on it. The three of you were quiet for a long moment, Warren on your left side, Kurt on your right, the fire crackling calmingly. “Dancing in the Moonlight” started playing on the boom box, interrupting Jubilee’s ABBA music, but for good reason. You loved that song and couldn’t help but sway a little while it was playing.

“This isn’t the first time my wings have grown back.” Warren said quietly. The way he said it made it sound like he was unburdening something to the two of you he hadn’t told anyone in a long time. “When…when they first grew in, my…parents had them removed. Surgically. They thought that would fix it. Fix me. But…mutations don’t work like that, it turns out. It took three months of the worst pain of my life—well, until Cairo at least—but they grew back in. After that, they gave up. Just…made me cover them up when we went out.”

“Wow.” You said, your voice swallowed up by the sounds around you. “Holy shit, Warren. I’m…so sorry that happened to you.”

“Yeah, so am I. But, I think you healing me today affirmed what I’ve known…There’s…” He let out a huge sigh, his voice wavering. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

You reached over and rested your hand on top of his, smiling softly. Kurt looked over, a gentle look in his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Warren.”

Warren’s wing settled around your shoulders, the ends of his feathers reaching Kurt’s shoulders as well. There was warmth in that moment, and not just from the fire. But you suspected that with the two of them around…that warmth wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

***

It was an incredibly hot summer’s day and your birthday approached ever quicker. It was only a month away now, and something you couldn’t help but think about in passing. Every time you did, the place on your arm where you mark would once be began to tingle ever so slightly.

“Earth to (Y/N)?” Peter waved a hand in your face, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“What, Maximoff?” You asked, looking up at him from your spot under the shadiest tree in the yard.

“Everyone’s hanging out by the pool. Jean sent me to get you.”

“Oh. Co—”

Before you could finish that thought, your surroundings changed entirely and suddenly you were dumped on a lounge chair beside the campus’ pool, nauseous as hell. Scott, Ororo, and Jean were currently in the water splashing each other and Jubilee was on the chair beside you. Over in the corner, Warren was perched on a barstool, sipping on what appeared to be a Shirley Temple. He tended to perch a lot, you noticed.

“Peter I swear, the next time you do that, I’m gonna puke.” You took a breath, willing your body to settle after being rushed there faster than the speed of light.

“Promise?”

“Ew.” Jubilee grimaced, shaking her head. She looked at you. “How are you holding up in this heat?”

“A little better now.” You shrugged. “Aside from the nausea, that is.” You looked around again, running a tally in your head. “Where’s Kurt?”

“He went upstairs to change into his swim trunks.” Jean replied. “Should be back any—”

In a puff of smoke, Kurt appeared about ten feet above the deep end, doing a flip before landing in the pool with a splash. He surfaced a few seconds later, a giant grin on his face. Meanwhile Warren shook the water droplets out of his wings, looking mildly annoyed.

Peter clapped, now holding up a sign with a 10 on it. “Perfect technique, Wagner. A very well-executed flip.”

“Thank you.” Kurt chuckled. He looked up at you and immediately, his smile, somehow, got even brighter. With another puff of smoke, he was beside you, dripping water onto the concrete. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing good! It’s really hot out today, huh?”

“Ja.” Kurt nodded. He glanced at Warren at the bar and then back at you. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure!” You looked up at Warren, who looked lost in thought, somewhat flustered. “Hey Worthington, what are you sipping on over there?”

“Huh? Oh. Shirley Temple.” He replied, a smirk finding his features. “Want me to make you one?”

“If you want to.”

Warren nodded, setting down his drink and stepping behind the bar. God, he was so hot. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, the front of it open, revealing the abs you never realized he had. And of course, his massive biceps were on full display in those short sleeves. What a hunk.

Hmmmmm, interesting… you heard Jean’s voice in your head and immediately your cheeks reddened.

Jean… You thought, your tone warning.

I already knew. We all did. You’re not exactly subtle. But uh…what’s going on with you and Kurt?

You eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the pool now, his legs kicking in the water. Where Warren was beefy, his muscles carefully curated with hours of exercise outside of your normal training, Kurt was all lean muscle, tall and agile. You still held to the reality that his eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, and his smile outshined the brightest stars in the sky, his pointed teeth only adding to his charm.

Your soulmate sure has a lot to live up to, huh? Jean asked, only now realizing the full scope of the emotions you felt.

You sighed. You’re telling me…

***

It was a week out from your birthday and the group had ventured once again to the mall. It had become something of a weekly thing, but this trip was extra special, as you’d be picking out something to wear to the party Jubilee insisted on throwing you. And, unbeknownst to you, it was also the day the two mutants you held nearest and dearest to your heart would be finding birthday presents for you.

The plan was to divide and conquer. Jubilee, Peter, and Jean went with you while Ororo, Scott, Warren, and Kurt went off on their own to “look at records.”

Jubilee pulled a top off of the rack and held it up to you, tilting her head for a moment before frowning and putting it back. You chuckled.

“What kind of party even is this, Jubes? I’m sure I have something suitable laying around.”

“Well, sure you do, but it’s special! It’s your twenty-first! Which means…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I know. I mean, if they’re younger than me, then there’s a chance it won’t show up anyway.”

“But it’s a fifty-fifty shot.” Peter pointed out, shrugging. “Pretty likely it will.”

“It’s just as likely that it won’t.” Jean countered.

Your heart raced at the thought. Of something so monumental coming up so fast. The universe finally revealing to you your other half. It was…nerve-wracking to say the least. Jean seemed to notice this shift in you and walked closer, touching your arm.

“You okay?” She asked.

You nodded, shuffling through the rack of clothes in front of you. “I’m good. It’s just a lot, you know?”

Jean did know. She and Scott had only recently found out that they were soulmates (of no surprise to anyone around them) on Scott’s twenty-first. They were good together and they were working it out, but for you, there was no way to know if whoever your soulmate was would be a good fit with you. Maybe they weren’t open to mutants. And worse yet, there was the issue of the two crushes you were already harboring. But somehow you had to figure it out. All of it. And now, you only had a week to do so.

Meanwhile, across the mall, Warren browsed a shelf of books at the Barnes & Noble, trying, for the life of him, to pick one that you’d like. He’d caught you reading countless times, but all of this romance novel nonsense was foreign to him.

“Have you found something yet?” Kurt asked, a similar look of panic on his own face.

Warren shook his head. “No. You?”

“No.” Kurt sighed, his tail drooping. “I don’t want to let them down.”

“Yeah, same.” Warren admitted, his feathers ruffling the tiniest bit in frustration.

“Warren.” Scott reached over and plucked a book off of the shelf, handing it to him. On the cover was a shirtless man with long, flowing golden hair, and behind him were an enormous pair of wings. It was…suggestive to say the least.

“Ugh, Scott.” Warren rolled his eyes and put the book back while Scott laughed.

“You two are overthinking it.” Ororo said, crossing her arms. “Whatever you get them will be good enough. (Y/N) isn’t materialistic. And…they obviously care about you. Something like a birthday present isn’t going to change that.”

“I know, but I—erm—we want to make it special for them.” Warren said while side glancing in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt looked at Warren, who was no longer looking at him, and nodded. Ororo looked between the two of them, something sparkling in her eyes. Maybe she knew something even the two of them hadn’t realized yet, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know there was more to their connection than what laid at the surface. If the way they’d met had shown anything, it was that they were intrinsically linked, pulled together by something much stronger than coincidence.

About twenty minutes later, the group left the bookstore empty-handed. According to Scott, Jean told him the rest of you were meeting in the food court to get some food. Their half of the group found yours relatively easily among the mall’s usual crowd.

“Find any cool records?” You asked Warren innocently.

He hesitated for a moment, forgetting that was the lie they’d told you so they could slip away. “Oh, uh, no, not today.”

“Bummer.” You chuckled.

“Eh, I’m not torn up about it. Jubes force you to buy something new to wear to your own birthday party?” He asked, smirking.

“Hey!” Jubilee protested.

“Yep!” You held up the shopping bag in question.

“It’s really cute, though.” Jubilee argued, trying to defend herself.

“It is.” You nodded.

“Hey I’m starving, are we getting food now, or…?” Peter asked, already looking around the food court to figure out what he’d eat first. Being a speedster, he had quite the appetite, given the amount of calories he burned every time he moved faster than the average person did. Which, in Peter’s case, was quite a bit.

“Yes, Peter, we’re getting food now.” Jubilee laughed, shaking her head.

***

It was weird how time worked, you mused. It was now the night before your twenty-first birthday. You were at the party Jubilee had thrown for you, sipping from a glass of cherry coke. As soon as midnight hit, you either would or wouldn’t get the mark that defined the rest of your existence. It was a lot to think about.

“Are you alright?”

It was Kurt. Of course it was Kurt. You looked up and met his concerned eyes.

“I’m hanging in there, yeah.” You let out a shaky sigh, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay!” Kurt said, reacting immediately. He guided your drink to the railing of the deck at the edge of the yard, where you were hiding out, and pulled you into his arms. You surrendered to his touch, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him rest his head against yours, holding you tight while he rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know it’s scary, but…It’ll all work out, liebe. I promise.”

You sniffled, nodding against him. “Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“Did…did you…?”

“I don’t have a mark yet, liebe.” He sighed, holding you a little tighter. “The moment came and went. I…” he chuckled to himself a little, “I check every morning, but…nothing yet.”

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

He pulled away the slightest bit, stroking your cheek with his hand and gently wiping away your tears. “One morning at a time.”

You nodded and stared up at him for a long time. He was good at this, at comforting you. You knew that whoever Kurt’s soulmate was, they were incredibly lucky. And even still, there was a little piece of you that hoped it was you. But you’d have that answer one way or another in a few hours, you supposed.

“Go have fun. Take your mind off of it.” Kurt said and you smiled, nodding. “But if you need to talk, I’m always here.”

“Thank you.” You grabbed your drink and headed back out to the yard, greeted immediately by the cheers of the rest of your friends.

Meanwhile, on the deck, Warren walked up the steps and stood next to Kurt, his eyes locked on you and a glass of something a little sharper than soda in his hand.

“(Y/N) okay?” Warren asked, his arm just brushing Kurt’s on the railing.

Kurt nodded. “I think so.”

Warren looked over at Kurt, his eyes lingering on the teleporter’s before he asked, “are you okay?”

He nodded again before repeating, a little more unsure, “I think so.”

“Good.” Warren turned his attention back to the others, taking a long sip from his cup.

“Warren?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you…have a mark?”

“Nope.” Warren replied, smirking. His jacket was usually covering his arms anyway, so he was sure that information was a mystery to most of their friend group, if not all of them. “Lost track of time while I was in Berlin, but I’m twenty-two now. That day came and went and I never even noticed…”

Kurt nodded, quiet.

“Buddy, if you’re (Y/N)’s soulmate…I won’t be mad about it.” Warren said, fiddling with the cup in his hands. His wings were fidgeting due to the confession, tremors running through his feathers. Kurt could tell it was something Warren had been thinking about for a long time. “They deserve someone who’ll take care of them as good as you do.”

“You think I—”

“I think what the two of you have is special.” Warren said. It was the truth. He nudged Kurt’s arm with his own, earnest. “And if we’re being honest, I thought you two were soulmates after seeing the way you took care of each other in Cairo. It just…made sense. It still does.”

Kurt was quiet for a long moment, processing. “And…if you’re their soulmate…”

Warren scoffed, chuckling and shaking his head.

“I think you’d be perfect for them, too.” Kurt said, his heart racing in his chest. “You should see the way they look at you. It’s like something out of a movie.”

Warren nodded, but didn’t reply.

“And I’m sorry, Warren. For burning your wings. I—”

“You don’t have to feel bad about that anymore, Kurt.” Warren shook his head and reached over, tentatively resting his hand atop Kurt’s. “It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. And…” His wings fluffed up the tiniest bit as he spoke about them. “(Y/N) fixed me right up anyway.”

Kurt smiled, the weight of what he’d considered one of his greatest sins lifting off of his shoulders, leaving him unburdened on the warm summer night.

Warren motioned to all of their friends on the makeshift dance floor. “Now let’s get back out there with the others, yeah?”

***

It was finally time. Peter had run up to Jubilee and Jean’s room to retrieve a mirror so you could see the mark whenever it showed up. Any second now, your life would change forever. Or maybe it wouldn’t, and you would just have to wait and wait and wait for the day that it would.

But you had a feeling deep in your, well, your soul, that tonight was the night.

“Do you want a countdown?” Scott asked.

“No.” You covered your eyes with your left hand, as the mark would appear on your right arm. “Just tell me if it shows up. Or…or if it doesn’t.”

The next moments were agonizing and slow. Your leg bounced anxiously, waiting for anything, a gasp from one of your friends or a tingling sensation on your arm…any sign that it was happening. And then, slowly, a tickle swirled along your bicep, tracing out what felt like a very complicated soulmark. You were shaking now.

“Is it…?”

“Oh my god.” Jubilee said, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god!”

You pulled your hand away from your eyes and turned to look. There was a mark alright. On it were two wings. One, the one on the left, resembled that of a butterfly, not unlike your own wings. The other, made of feathers, matched up next to the first. And then, gently, a very familiar spaded tail curled around them.

You looked at Kurt first, the tail in question wavering behind him nervously as he rolled up his sleeve high enough to check for a mark in the spot you’d received yours. Sure enough, there was an identical mark there, shimmering against his blue skin.

You burst into happy tears, immediately reaching for him. Kurt hugged you, lifting you off of the ground in the process. Meanwhile, Warren was frozen in place, Ororo and Jubilee trying to get his leather jacket off of him in order to check his arm as well. A few long moments later, he snapped out of his daze and helped them, sliding his wings out of the holes effortlessly.

He didn’t expect it to be true. It was…simply too good to be true. It had to be a dream, or maybe you and Kurt were tethered to another mystery mutant with wings like his, but sure enough, his bicep was branded with the same mark as you and Kurt. A soulmark, even after all of this time.

The two of you broke your embrace to look at him and Warren stood there with tears in his eyes, stunned in disbelief until you wrapped your arms around him, your head resting against his broad chest. Warren wrapped one arm around you while the other reached out for Kurt, beckoning him to join, and he did without hesitation. Once you were all huddled together, Warren’s wings slowly closed around the two of you, his soulmates.

And finally, it all felt right. Every twist in the path that had led all of you to that moment made sense. Kurt and Warren had always been your destiny, just as they had been each other’s.

“Did you know this could happen?” Peter asked Scott under his breath, looking on as three of their friends all simultaneously started dating each other.

“No, did you?”

“No, but…it makes a lot of sense.” Peter smiled. “I think they’re good for each other.”

Jean smiled that ever-knowing smile of hers. “I think so too, Maximoff.”

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betyloca · 3 months

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symbiosis

Kurt wagner x mutant reader

summary: after the attack on the x mansion you went with logan and the boys to bobi's house where they later met up with jean storm and a new friend

note: you are a Spanish teacher at the academy and your mutation is that you are a symbiote

You were in the kitchen of Bobi's house, you didn't want to get involved in Bobi's conversation with his parents. You were looking at a fixed point until you heard someone enter.

Logan: Are you okay? - I ask.

y/n: yes I'm just a little hungry

Logan: As if you didn't have it all the time - he said while smiling.

Logan was my friend since he arrived at the mansion, they got along well, they both liked to bother Scott.

You approached the pantry, opening the doors to look at some cookies.

Y/N: Do you think they won't notice if I steal a package? - You said smiling while you took some, putting them in your coat.

Logan: I don't think so.

y/n: well if they notice I'll blame you

You saw him smile but it didn't last long.

y/n: gloton what's wrong?

You saw how police officers appeared out of nowhere pointing at everyone. You went to where the boys were. They began to leave the house while pointing their weapons at him.

y/n: get behind me and don't separate - you told them, standing protectively in front of them. As soon as they saw Logan's claws, they shot him in the head. You put your arms in front of the boys to protect them.

police: hands up and on the ground

y/n: kids downstairs

rouge: logan

y/n: everything will be fine

You watched John use his mutation to set cars on fire.

You saw Logan get up and immediately you picked up Rouge and Bobi. You noticed how the plane appeared. They started running towards him.

y/n: john, let's go - you said, grabbing his hand.

You saw how a police officer was aiming at John and you immediately formed a symbiotic tentacle, throwing the officer away.

When you got inside the plane you checked the boys if they were okay.

y/n: are you guys okay?

rouge and bobi: yes

you fucked john while the others sat down

y/n: what do you have mi vida ?

John: Why do they hate us so much?

y/n: people fear what I don't understand that's why they act like this

You told him as you put your hands on his cheeks, you loved John like a son.

He looked at you and just nodded.

y/n: okay cariño go sit down

John: Okay.

before you left you saw him stop

John: Thanks for saving me from the police.

y/n:damned

You started to go to Asia where Logan was and the others, you saw Ororo and Jean sitting.

y/n: where the hell were they? it took centuries

you said entering

Jean: It's nice to see you too y/n

y/n: you too, pretty - you said, throwing her a kiss, holding her laugh.

You turned to look for a seat when you saw a blue guy looking at you.

x:hello

The stranger said, you waved at him, taking a seat.

y/n: hello

storm: y/n this is kurt wagner kurt this is y/n rodríguez

y/n: nice to meet you, what beautiful brands you have.

you said inspecting his face.

Kurt: Thank you - he said looking at the ground which seemed cute to you.

Logan: I'm interrupting something.

y/n: jealous?

You asked, watching him roll his eyes.

y/n: I love you too

~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~~~

During the trip everything was going well, you were sitting eating some of the cookies you had eaten while you played with your symbiotic clay out of boredom.

Bobi: give me a cookie

y/n: don't buy the tuyas

you said, showing him your tongue, making rouge jean and logan laugh.

Storm: Y/N, you're an adult, stop acting like a child.

y/n: okay take bobi

you said spreading the package

Bobi: Thank you.

y/n: don't believe it hahaha - you said, removing the package before he could take it while some people laughed.

Y/N: Just kidding, here you said, handing him the package while Bobi laughed.

You could notice yellow eyes looking at you. You turned and saw Kurt looking at you who immediately looked away.

~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~

It all happened very quickly for you until you realized that the plane was going into a nosedive. You had your seat belt on when you saw Rouge struggling to put hers on. You got up, taking off yours to help her.

Rouge: I can't, I can't help me please - he told you with fear in his voice.

y/n: calm down rouge yes - you said fastening his seatbelt when you noticed that the roof of the plane flew away trying to take you with rouge he took your hand

rouge: y/n hold on don't let go

You took her hand but you slipped and flew away.

John: Y/N

Rouge: No.

You were flying through the sky you were getting dizzy when something caught you and you went back to the plane you clung to what was holding you tightly until you felt them stop.

You looked and saw Kurt who had caught you.

Kurt: Are you okay?

You only nodded when you noticed something slimy that surrounded you. You looked at your sides and noticed some tentacles that were holding you. You frowned looking at what was coming out of you. You looked at him thinking that they disgusted him so you shook it off.

Y/N: I'm fine - you said a little dryly.

You looked at the others who were unbuttoning their seat belts.

y/n: are you okay?

Rouge: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to let you go.

you saw her with glassy eyes about to cry

y/n: mi vida it wasn't your fault yeah

you said kissing his head

They started to leave the plane when you noticed Magneto next to Mystic.

y/n: great, just the person I wanted to see.

Erik: This is how you thank the person who saves everyone.

Y/N: You're right, thank you Magneto for stopping the plane, I love you very much, you said, deforming your face, making your smile huge, showing your pointy teeth and turning your eyes white.

~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~

Later it was night everyone was resting you were outside looking at a fixed point you felt someone watching you you smiled knowing who it was

y/n: kurt you look like a weirdo looking at me like that

you saw how he teleported next to you

Kurt: I didn't mean to look.

y/n: don't worry - you said looking at nothing

Y/N: Hey, thanks for rescuing me.

Kurt: I had to do it, you flew away.

You smiled remembering how you flew out of there.

Kurt: Can I ask what your mutation is?

y/n: I am a kind of symbiote I can create tentacles symbiotic web I can create claws deform my face

He looked at you listening to everything you explained to him carefully while they sat on the floor.

y/n: what if I'm hungry all the time

you said laughing a little

Kurt: I can see.

You looked at him doubtfully before extending your hand, creating some tentacles. Kurt took your hand gently, looking at the tendrils you formed.

Kurt: It's beautiful.

He said looking at you you looked at him as he grabbed your hand letting the thick material take him.

y/n: I think you are beautiful

He looked at the ground shaking his head.

Kurt: I'm not.

y/n: of course you said, putting your free hand on his cheek.

y/n: God made us all different, you are one of his most beautiful creations I have ever seen.

He looked into your eyes with amazement.

y/n: you are beautiful just the way you are

you said kissing his cheek.

y/n: go to sleep tomorrow you will have to use a lot of energy

You said, lifting you up, he put his hand on your cheek where you hugged him.

Y/N: Maybe after that you'll ask me out and show me your stunts that you mentioned you did at the circus, you said, winking.

y/n: rest mi amor

you said blowing him a kiss as you went to your tent.

Kurt: Good night, Liebling

he said smiling as he left, also excited to have met someone like you.

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scarletttries · 2 years

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Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner Request)

Pairing: Kurt Wagner (X-Men) x Reader

Rating: Fluff, but be aware reader is not feeling well.

Word Count; 1k

Request: "Can I have a kurt wagner x reader where he helps her with bradycardia (low heart rate)?"

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this request my dear, and for giving me an excuse to watch X-Men Apocalypse again! I didn't know much about bradycardia, so did a bit of reading, but have kept this pretty general of feeling unwell and anxious, so I hope you are still happy with it :)

Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner)

The professor made his way through the winding corridors of his school, soothing unsettled children as they poked their heads out from behind bedroom doors,

"Back to bed please little ones, the lights will be fixed any minute, just focus on shutting your eyes and settling down." It seemed like every few months a new young mutant came through his door with an uncontrollable ability that left him with restless nights, whether it was causing the ground to shake, stirring up troubling weather, or your natural gift to tune into electricity, sending surging currents through every lightbulb in the house when your heart rate became unsettled. As with every mutant that needed his help, Professor X was more than happy to support and calm as much as he could. But as he approached your door, the flickering lights even brighter the nearer he drew, he found another concerned shape, one that made him think his skills might not be what was needed tonight,

"Kurt!" He greeted warmly, trying not to startle the usually skittish mutant, who flinched anyway, half-considering disappearing back to his room in case he got in trouble.

"Professor, I'm sorry for being out of my room, it's just, I was worried about (Y/N)." He replied softly, relieved at the small smile spreading across Xavier's face.

"Not at all Kurt, I think you'll do a much better job of helping (Y/n) than I would. Thank you, I'll leave you to it." Giving the boy a knowing nod before returning to his rounds of the school.

---

Behind the thick wooden door, you found yourself curled up in a corner, desperately seeking the grounding support of the solid wooden beams as another wave of dizziness washed over you. Your eyes were clenched shut as you focused on your breathing, counting each beat of your heart, steadying your mind as you heard four light taps against your door. You couldn't help but smile at the little melody, knowing exactly who was outside and that he was the last person who ever really needed a door unlocking, but respected you enough to knock anyway,

"Come in Kurt." You called out, your lungs short of breath as they struggled to find their rhythm again, the weight on your chest lifting slightly as you heard your friend materialise in front you.

"(Y/N)," he spoke softly, looking at your huddled form, "are you feeling unwell again?" You nodded your head slowly, not daring to look up at his unique blue features,

"How did you know?" You asked shakily, tears threatening to tumble from your eyes as you kept them tightly clenched shut.

"Umm, i'm afraid all the lights in the house gave you away." He said with a soft laugh, and you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze, noticing every lamp in the room fluctuating in time with your unsteady heartbeat. Kurt crouched on the floor, settling down to your height so his eyes could meet yours. He looked beautiful in the glow you created, a soft comfort in his eyes that made you feel like he was grounding you in the room again. He settled his hand slowly on the ground next to yours, not quite daring to touch you, but wanting you to know he was there, that he was always there for you. This wasn't the first time he had found you like this, feeling anxious and awful and needing a friend to see you through,

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't like this Kurt." You spoke softly, knowing that saying it didn't change anything, but grateful to have someone who could literally be anywhere but chose to always be there for you.

"I know (y/n). I don't know if it helps but sometimes I wish I wasn't like this," he loosely gestured over his blue skin, tail waving behind him, "but if it makes you feel any better, I think you're perfect just the way you are." You left out a soft laugh as his tail wrapped over your shoulder, his hand finally brave enough to lightly rest on yours.

"Thanks Kurt," You smiled, the ground seeming to become more solid with every second you shared, "For always being there. And I like you just the way you are too." He beamed back at that, shuffling closer to you as he spoke,

"I have to say (Y/n) I don't like seeing you so blue. You should leave that to me!" He joked, smiling proudly at the laugh he drew from you. Feeling a little stronger you began shifting to your feet only for Kurt to stop you, "Let me."

In a swirl of blue you were transported to your bed, Kurt perched at your side as he shifted the blanket around you,

"Get some rest (Y/n) and in the morning I promise i'll take you anywhere you want - as long as you don't mind me coming with you." He added bashfully, smiling as you ran the back of your hand gently over his cheek,

"Like i'd go anywhere with you."

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