Prompt:
Hey I’m new to your blog but rumour has it that you adore Nightcrawler too! He’s
honestly my baby. Anyway can I request a Kurt x reader fic where the reader is blind
and Kurt takes such good care of her like she’s a china doll, basically just fluff!
Thank you sooo much!!!
Note:
Welcome to my blog, my dear! You’ve entered amidst my Kurt craze, also called
KURTPOCALYPSE. This is a hella cute prompt omg!
You waited in Professor Xavier’s office
anxiously. You had just arrived at his school for mutants, dropped off after
months of begging your parents to take you to a place you belonged. Of course,
you never felt like you belonged anywhere,
but it wasn’t because you were a mutant. It was because you were blind.
“One of the students should be here in a
moment. He can show you around. He’s new here too, so he understands what it’s
like to be the new kid,” Charles told you. You pushed your sunglasses up the
bridge of your nose and fiddled with your walking stick. “I know you’re
nervous. I can feel it, but the kids here, they understand what it’s like to be
different. You’ll fit right in, I know it.”
“Thank you, Professor Xavier,” You smiled
softly. You heard the creak of the door opening and felt a new presence enter
the office.
“Professor?” asked a voice with a thick
German accent. You couldn’t help but smile a little. You couldn’t see him, but he sure sounded cute…
“Ah yes. Kurt. Kurt, this is (Y/N) (L/N), our
newest student.” Charles introduced. You waved, flashing a small smile. “(Y/N),
Kurt Wagner,”
“Nice to meet you,” he greeted you. You
nodded.
“Likewise,”
“Now um, Kurt,” Charles started to explain. “(Y/N)
needs special assistance. You see, she’s-”
“Blind,” You finished for him, standing up
from the chair. “I’m kind of a burden.”
“No, it’s no trouble,” Kurt said quickly. You
heard a noise, and then felt his warmth beside you. “I’d be happy to help,”
“Great,” Charles smiled. “Kurt, you can give
her the tour this hour instead of going to class, and then bring her to lunch
with you.”
“All right,” he nodded. You retracted your
walking stick to its portable size and stuck it in your purse.
“Could you um, give me your arm? It’s easier,”
You asked.
“Of course,” He used his tail to guide your
hands. You latched onto his bicep. You felt a jacket on his arm. Leather maybe?
You couldn’t tell. Carefully, Kurt led you out of Charles office, narrating
everything.
“Ve’re going zhrough zhe door,” He told you. “Zhere
are steps here. Careful. One, two, three, one more. Zhere,”
“Thanks,” You smiled. “You’re great at this.”
“No problem.” He nodded. “You know, I know
how you must feel, being left out. Most of the others here look almost human. I’m
about zhe opposite of zhat.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,”
“I wouldn’t be able to tell.” You chuckled a
little bit. “I don’t even know what I
look like anymore,”
“You’re beautiful,” he blurted without
thinking. Immediately, he began blushing. “I mean- watch out!”
“What? What is it?” you asked, stopping.
“Zhere vas a ball in zhe vay. One of zhe
others must have left it. It’s gone now.”
“My hero,” you laughed.
“Vell, um, vould you like to go outside?” He
offered. You nodded, figuring fresh air would do you both some good.
You felt the change in atmosphere as soon as
you stepped through the doorway. And then there was a gust of wind and a new
presence.
“Woah Kurt, found a girlfriend already?”
asked the new voice. He spoke quickly.
“Peter, zhis is (Y/N),” Kurt introduced.
“Peter Maximoff, kind of a big deal around
here.” he said. You chuckled. “So what’s the deal? Why are you clinging to
Kurty boy?”
“I’m blind,” you told him.
“Oh. Well you’re not missing out. Kurt’s not
much of a looker.” Peter teased playfully. Kurt whapped him with his tail. “Kidding,
kidding.”
“Well, I’m
not really much of a looker either, so…” you laughed, pointing to your eyes.
Peter chuckled and Kurt smiled in amusement.
“Hey Kurt!” Jean greeted, walking up to the
small cluster hand-in-hand with Scott. “Hi, you must be (Y/N),”
“Yeah,”
“I’m Jean Grey. This is Scott.”
“Hey,” Scott waved a little. “So you’re the
new girl,”
“That’s me,” you nodded. “I’m also blind, so…”
“What’s your mutation?” asked Scott
curiously.
“I can manipulate sound waves. The call me
Echo.” You told them. “I mean, the blindness kind of came with it, but yeah.”
“Your mutation blinded you?” Jean asked with
concern.
“Yeah.”
“Well, Kurt here will take care of you,” Jean
smiled, watching Kurt look at you nervously. She could feel that he didn’t want
to mess up, didn’t want you to get hurt. But he also didn’t want you to leave
his side. “Come on Scott, let’s let them finish their tour.” She led Scott
away, flashing Kurt a smile and winking.
Peter sped off too, leaving you and Kurt
alone. He gulped nervously. You smirked. What a cutie.
***
It was well after dinner. You and Kurt were
sitting on the couch in the living room together. Today had been fun. You felt
really comfortable here, and you couldn’t wait to get to know Kurt more. But
there was one thing that was nagging at you.
“Hey Kurt?”
“Ja?”
“Could I…um…well, sometimes when I meet new
people, feeling their face helps me build a better picture of what they look
like.”
“Ah,” he nodded. You began to raise your
hands, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists.
“V-vait,” he paused. “Vhat if you…don’t like
vhat you ‘see’?”
“Kurt,” you smiled sadly.
“I told you…I’m not exactly…normal looking.”
“Kurt,” You repeated softly. “I don’t care what you look like. I just want to ‘see’
you.”
“Okay,” he nodded, gulping nervously. He
guided your soft hands to his cheeks. You gently felt his face, using your
fingers to explore its surface. You smiled softly.
“You’re so intricate,” you whispered. He
smiled softly, heat rising to his cheeks. Your fingers reached the tips of his
pointed elf-like ears. “Awwww,”
“Vhat?”
“You have cute little elf ears!” you smiled.
He chuckled.
“And a tail,” he flicked it, not that you
could see.
“You certainly are something else, aren’t
you?”
“Zhat’s one vay to put it,”
You yawned, exhausted from such a long day.
“Vould you like me to valk you to your room?”
Kurt asked. You nodded, stretching. He took your hand and helped you off of the
couch. And while he knew he could teleport right outside your bedroom door, he
decided to take you all the way there.
“I kind of miss seeing sometimes. I miss
color,” You sighed as he very carefully, very slowly helped you up the steps.
“Ja?”
“My favorite color was blue…” you remembered.
Kurt smiled widely, giddy with excitement.
“It’s a good color,” he tried to play it
cool, but you could hear the smile in his voice. He stopped in front of your
dorm. “Here ve are,”
“Thank you, for everything,” You said. You
thought about it for a second, but decided to go in for a hug. His heart was
racing, eyes wide. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly.
“It’s no problem, liebe. Really.”
“Goodnight, Kurt.”
You kissed his cheek before opening the door
and walking into the room you now shared with Jean and Ororo. Kurt stood in
front of the door for a while, hand on his cheek, smiling like a fool. Peter
zipped up and stood beside him, patting his shoulder.
“Yep buddy. You’re screwed.”
Note:
Kiiiiinda wanna write a part two where Hank makes a temporary cure for
blindness?? Message me feedback please??
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