Angel Wings [Kurt Wagner x Reader]

bluespoonwagner:

You nervously glanced around your almost empty room. Your bags were packed in the corner of the room opposite to where your empty bed sat. All your life you’d been wanting nothing more than acceptance from others. It had always been hard due to your large feathery wings that sprouted from your back. Every mutant talked about Charles Xavier’s school for the gifted, but very few had the dream come true of attending the institution. You were ready to have a new start. You wanted to spread your wings, no pun intended. 

 "Are you ready, dear?“ Your mother asked once you came down the stairs with your last few bags. You took a deep breath. 

 "Yeah, I think so.” You smiled. 

 —- 

 The campus was glorious. The building was enormous. You weren’t the only mutant, for once. After settling into your room, you decided to explore the campus and try to meet new people. You had been wandering around for a long time, only stopping occasionally for a pretty plant or some room of the house that had interesting architecture. In one of the many living rooms of the house, you had stopped to look around. The room was empty, and for the first time since you had gotten to the school, you felt at home. Slowly, you spread your wings to a comfortable length. 

 "An angel?“ You heard a voice come from behind you. You turned, slightly embarrassed. Observing the owner of the voice, you were pleasantly surprised. It was a blue boy. He had pointed ears and a long tail. His eyes were bright and exited for the world, and almost at once you found him observing your wings. 

“Schön (beautiful),” you heard the boy say in a language you weren’t accustomed to. You weren’t used to anybody looking at your wings unless it was them judging you or calling you a freak, almost instantly you took his words the wrong way. 

 "Excuse me?“ You asked in a demanding tone as you tucked your wings back in instinctively. 

 "Beautiful,” he repeated the word in translation, this shocking you. A blush dusted across your cheeks. The boy smiled at you. “I’m Kurt. Kurt Vanger.” He held out a hand for you to shake. 

 Giggling, you took his unique hand into your own. “Y/N,” you introduced yourself to him.

requested by- @werecoyotebitch