Prompt:
If you’re still taking requests—Christmas at the Mansion. Reader is a Christmas
nut, particularly when it comes to homemade and/or antique decorations that
have history. Kurt somehow ends up helping the reader with decorating, and
maybe he finds something special to him (it is German/there is a blue
figure/whatever strikes your fancy) and the reader notices. Kurt and the reader
having some hot chocolate, admiring their job of decorating, when the other
X-characters arrive on the scene.
Note:
I’m in a very Christmas mood rn, so here we go.
“Kurt!” You called, running into the front
room of the mansion with a big box of Christmas decorations. “Kurt!”
*Bamf*
“Vas is zhe matter?” he asked, looking around
for a possible danger. Just a few days before, you had made him take care of a
spider. “Are you okay?”
“Help me decorate the tree!” You held up the
box and then pointed to the large Christmas tree with your head.
“Let me take zhat box for you,” Kurt took it
from you and teleported beneath the tree. You ran over beside him. You pulled
out a string of lights and started to untangle them, but got trapped inside a
web of them before you knew what had happened.
“Kurt,” you whined, looking at him. He
laughed, giving a toothy grin as he helped you escape the web of lights.
“How do you alvays end up in zhese
situations?” He asked, shaking his head. Soon, you were untangled. You floated
in the air, wrapping the string of lights around the tree. When you touched
down, Kurt had picked something else up out of the box of decorations.
“What’d you find, blue?” You asked, looking
over his shoulder. He had found an ornament that Charles had gotten in his time
in Europe. It was a German flag with the name of some German pub on it.
“Can I put zhis one on zhe tree?” he asked.
You nodded.
“Want a lift?” you asked. He nodded. You
lifted off of the ground, picking up Kurt so he could hang the ornament
somewhere near the middle of the tree. You set him on the ground gently and
helped him sift through the rest of the ornaments. It didn’t take too terribly
long to fill the tree.
When you were done, you went to the kitchen
and stirred up two mugs of hot cocoa, making sure to add lots of extra
chocolate sauce. Kurt appeared on the counter with a puff of smoke. You stuck a
candy cane in each mug, stirring them. Then you added cinnamon and topped them
off with lots of whipped cream.
“Vas ist das?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Hot chocolate.” you replied. “Ever tried it?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Here. Try some.” You handed him a mug before
taking a sip of yours. It was warm and rich, thick with chocolate and the taste
of peppermint and cinnamon. He smiled, drinking nearly all of it in a few
gulps. “Don’t drink so fast, Kurt! You’ll get sick!”
“I’m sorry, it’s just so good!” He
apologized. His tail swayed excitedly. He looked up at you, his lips lined in
whipped cream. You laughed. “Vas?”
“You have a major whipped cream stache, blue.”
You laughed, pointing in a ring around your own mouth. His tongue swept around
his lips, seeming to get all of it. He laughed too, finishing off his hot
drink. “Want another one?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he stuck his candy
cane in his mouth, nodding eagerly. You smiled, whipping up another hot
chocolate and setting it in front of him. He drank it too, almost too quickly.
“If you get a belly ache from drinking too
fast, don’t come crying to me,” you teased, poking his stomach. He shrugged,
grinning widely. You grabbed his hand and walked back out to the living room to
admire your handiwork just as the others got home.
“You’re home early. How was the mission?” You
asked.
“Good.” Jean nodded. “Tree looks nice.”
“Thanks,” You smiled. “It took a while, but
we got it done.”
There was a zip of silver. You looked up,
wide-eyed. Mistletoe.
“Oh,” Kurt stated, his heart racing. “Mistletoe.”
“Yeah,” you rubbed your arm. “You don’t have
to kiss me if you don’t want to, Kurt.”
“But can I?”
“If you want to,”
“Okay,” he nodded, swallowing thickly. Kurt
held your cheeks, embracing the moment. He kissed you. It was the gentlest kiss
you had ever felt, so soft and kind and sweet. When it was over, you hugged
him, kissing his cheek.
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