Imagine Kurt reading the bible to his baby in German, while holding their bottle with his tail.
Imagine him singing songs to his baby in German that he sung to himself in the circus when he couldn’t fall asleep.
Imagine Kurt trying to dress his baby, and clashing their clothing, much like he does with himself. He likes to take pictures of them.
Imagine Kurt with a baby strapped on his chest and walking around.
Imagine Kurt letting his baby nibble at his tail idly.
Imagine Kurt looking at his baby with the utmost adoration in his eyes.
Imagine Kurt freezing when his baby touches his face, tracing the marks there. They give him a wide smile and giggle, causing Kurt to smile back at them.
Imagine Kurt making silly noises while feeding his baby. “omnomnomnom”
Imagine Kurt being confused as to how to make a bottle, so he watches you intently when you make them.
It still confuses him, even after watching you and having you explain.
Imagine Kurt teleporting into the babies room when he hears them crying.
Imagine Kurt’s baby having his ears, and his ability to teleport. —Imagine Kurt explaining to his kid(s) about their mutations when they’re old enough.
Lots and lots of chaos because of the teleporting ability.
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.
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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.
Reassuring Kurt that you would let no-one hurt him ever again.
You loving Kurt’s accent
Soft Kisses
Kurt wrapping his tail around you, especially when he was getting jealous
You being the only one who can touch Kurt’s tail
You respecting Kurt’s Religious views
Teaching Kurt about all things American.
Taking him to an American style diner. *He absolutely loves it*
Kurt giving you forehead kisses
Kurt stumbling over his words a lot
Kurt using your lack of German to say things he’s too shy to say.
You trying to learn German for Kurt so you could share special moments without the others being aware
Locating bookstores around the institute that you make intentions to visit with Kurt.
Random kisses
Kurt being hesitant to hold your hand because of his three fingers so your always holding his hand because of your aware of his insecurities.
Kissing his hand whenever you two are sitting on the couch.
Stroking Kurt’s tail mindlessly.
Cuddling on the couch.
Kurt wrapping his tail around you while you sleep as a reminder that you’re still there.
Kurt loves to cuddle in bed.
Kurt being the Big Spoon
Every so often you being the big spoon.
Kurt talking about your future.
Kurt and you reading together on the couch.
Always making Kurt tea.
Kurt always telling you just how much he loves you before every mission.
Kurt wrapping his arms around you whenever you’ve got your back to him.
Passionate embraces whenever you’re reunited after a mission
Reassuring Kurt whenever he gets insecure.
Kurt doing the same when you got insecure.
Kurt staring at you lovingly whenever you were apart.
You winking at Kurt when you catch him staring.
Kurt using his teleportation to scare you.
You chasing after him.
Kurt using his tail to pull you closer towards him.
So much cuddling.
Kurt taking dates and anniversary’s serious.
Kurt treating you like Royalty.
Kurt believing he’s the luckiest mutant in the world.
You feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
Please send in your requests, just state character and the situation. I’m up for trying new characters so please don’t hesitate to ask. I am waiting to hear from you.
“You’re the most gorgeous shade of cobalt, your ears make you look like an elven prince, and your eyes shine like rubies. Kurt you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
Request – The Reader is really excited snow, but he tries to talk them out of going in it because the thinks they’ll get sick.
Pairing – Kurt Wayner X Reader
Word Count- 987
A/N – Hey guys its Day 3 of my Christmas requests and my first real time writing Kurt so if you could give me some feedback it would be much appreciated.
You were waiting for the first snowfall of the year, why? Because you loved snow, the way it felt in your hands as you formed a snowball, the beautiful white scenery that always appeared when snow formed on houses and trees creating perfect sceneries for Christmas cards.You also loved the juxtaposition that the snow could bring, while it looked soft and harmless it could also form into something tough and strong.It often reminded you of your boyfriend, Kurt Wagner…
When the first snow of the year did eventually fall over the institute, you were thrilled you were finally able to go outside and enjoy the cold crisp winter’s air with the glittering snow crunching beneath your feet. As your excitement grew, your excitement did not reflect your boyfriend’s mood. He was much more subdued about the snow. You had been excited not only for yourself but for Kurt. This would have been his first real experience with snow. But when you realised that Kurt refused to go out in the snow and was hesitate for you to do so, something was definitely wrong.
More snow had settled on the ground and you were definitely determined to go outside. But you didn’t want to go out there by yourself, not when everyone had made plans last night to go outside today and have some fun. You desired to have this one memory, maybe after he went out in the snow he would realise that it wasn’t so bad after all.
Knocking on Kurt’s bedroom door which he shared with Peter, tapping lightly. Upon hearing a muffled come in you entered, Kurt was laying on his bed reading.
“Hey love, will you come outside with me and the others?” You asked softly, moving further into the room before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“No. I am sorry, Mein Liebe, I do not zhink you should go outside either. It’s very dangerous, you could get sick.” So that’s what Kurt was worried about, Kurt was scared that you were going to end up getting sick. You smiled, as you leant forward kissing your boyfriend’s lips softly.
“Vhat vas zhat for?” Kurt asked while you took his three-fingered hand in his.
“That is for caring, but, Kurt the snow isn’t going to hurt me. There are ways to protect me from getting sick, like scarfs and coats and gloves. Besides, after we have been out in the snow there is a very special way to warm up afterwards” You knew you had Kurt’s interest peaked, you raised an eyebrow at him before he sighed.
“Fine, but as long as you vrap up varm. I don’t vant you to get sick.” With a squeal of excitement, you leant down again kissing Kurt thankfully before running out to finish getting ready. Kurt was feeling better about the white monster outside…especially if you kept kissing him.
Wrapped up and ready to go you waited for Kurt by the front door. As sudden BAMF and Kurt was standing in front of you, you took his hand in yours before you opened the door to the mansion looking at the large pile’s untouched snow. The others were already outside beginning to mess around in the snow.
“Are you sure you want to go outside I know I was hasty before.” You questioned, Kurt smiled as he leant down and kissed your forehead.
“Yes, I am zure. Besides, I am most curious as vhat is this special vay of varming up is.” Taking Kurt’s hand you lead him outside, letting him take his time. The snow was like freezing cold candy floss, you crouched down picking some up in your gloved hand, holding up to Kurt, Kurt touched the snow before pulling away.
“It is very cold. But maybe not zo bad. Vhat do people do in zhe snow?” Kurt asked as you began walking cautiously down the stairs, after making it down.
“Some people make snowmen, some make snow angels and some have snowball fights.”
“Vhy don’t ve make a znowman. That zeems harmless.” You and Kurt found your own patch of snow and slowly and surely you began to teach and build a snowman. The more Kurt realised that the snow wasn’t going to hurt him as long as Kurt respected it. Everything would be fine.
After spending time out in the snow everyone began to head inside to dry and warm themselves up. After you dried off and got changed into some comfortable clothes you walked towards the kitchen to show Kurt exactly what special way of warming up meant. Making two steaming ways of hot chocolate you were met with a BAMF and a puff of smoke. Kurt’s arms wrapped around you from behind as he leaned his head on your shoulder.
“So vhat is this special vay of varming up is?” Kurt asked as he kissed your cheek softy. You took the two mugs and walked away with Kurt following behind you when he noticed you had walked away and into the librabry, Kurt noticed that the fireplace was now lightly lit and a warm plaid blanket laid on the couch just waiting to be used.
“You know if ve always varm up like this, zhen maybe, zhe snow von’t be so bad afterall.” Putting the cups down on the table you quickly sat on the couch as Kurt joined you on the couch draping the blanket over the pair of you as you laid your head on Kurt’s chest, his tail wrapping itself around your waist.
“Ya know, I hope that I get to experience many more things vith you because you always find a way to make them special. ich liebe dich, Y/N” You smiled at Kurt’s words before surprising him at what you had been learning
“Ich liebe dich auch” You replied and Kurt smiled before enjoying the rest of the day with you by his side…
It was a hot summer night. Kurt was sitting on the windowsill of his room admiring the night.
Suddenly, something hit him on his back, startling him. He turned around to see Warren. The boy had thrown a shirt at him and with a smirk, he said: “Get dressed, blueberry. We are going out.”
“Where to?” Kurt asked. “Jean and Scott found a new bar and we are going dancing.” Warren replied and Kurt nodded.
Soon everyone was ready and they were in a car on their way to the bar.
Kurt felt uncomfortable. Jean and Scott were dancing and flirting, Peter and Warren were looking at some girls and Jubilee had found a boy she was now dancing with .
Kurt sighed and his eyes scanned the room. And then he spotted her. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl he had seen. She was sitting across the room and shook her head to the beat. Kurt felt his heart drumming in his chest, threatening to leap off his ribcage anytime soon.
It seemed like she was out with her friends but they were all dancing with boys they had met.
Her eyes scanned the room that moment and fell on Kurt. That moment Kurt knew he was helpless for her. He dropped his gaze to the floor and when he raised his gaze she was looking at her friends again.
A pat on his shoulder startled him and he almost dropped his drink. “Spotted someone you like?” Warren asked him. A light blue dust spread across Kurt’s cheeks. “Go talk to her, then.”
“I can’t. I am blue and I have a tail.” And she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Kurt thought as he replied with a sigh.
“Boy, you are helpless.” Warren laughed and made his way across the room to her. Kurt held his breath. He didn’t know what his friend had in mind and honestly, he was horrified.
Suddenly, her eyes land to Kurt and she smiles at him as Warren guides her towards him.
“(Y/N) this is Kurt.” Warren introduced him and Kurt felt breathless. She extended her hand for him to shake and he knew how bad he had it for her as soon as their hands touched.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Warren said and left with a wide grin.
They talked all night and Kurt felt like he had found his other half. Everything they said was in perfect symphony. When she was about to leave, she leaned and kissed him on the cheek and handed him a napkin with her phone on it.
The whole drive back to School, Kurt had that silly lovestruck smile on his lips.
They were texting for about a week now and he was so deep in love that just thinking about her made him blush.
Warren was playing a game on Kurt’s phone when (Y/N) texted him.
From: Precious ❤ ❤
Good morning, fluffball. How are you?
Warren shot Kurt a sly smile and Kurt knew that he this wouldn’t end well. He struggled to get his phone from his best friend but Warren had already pressed ‘Send’
To: Precious ❤ ❤
I am great. How about we grab brunch together?
Kurt sighed in despair. “Great. Now you blew it all away.” He said angrily. Warren laughed. “No, man. I planned a date for you. Finally, ‘you’ made a move.”
Kurt looked at his phone.
From: Precious ❤ ❤
Like a date?
Kurt panicked. “She asks me if it is a date. What do I do?” he asked and Warren fought back his laughter. “Well, do you like her?” he asked the obvious.
“I am helpless.” Kurt said in a dreamy voice. “Shoot, then.” Warren winked at him.
To: Precious ❤ ❤
Yes.
From: Precious ❤ ❤
See you, then. 😉
Kurt squealed and Warren finally released his laughter.
The boy straightened up his clothes and knocked the door. (Y/N) opened the door and looked dazzling as always.
They had decided to go for ice cream instead. They sat on a bench in the park as they talked about their favourite music.
“Oh, you got a little…” Kurt said as pointed to a spot next to her lips, where she had a little ice cream. “Here?” she wiped her mouth but a little ice cream remained.
“No, let me.” Kurt said as he wiped her mouth and before he knew it she was kissing him.
He felt as if he was flying in the sky. They were helpless for each other.
Probably really excited. Like, little kid excited. He’s seen fireworks before, but not in the extent that you explained and that gets him really eager.
“AMERICAN CULTURE!”
Imagine sitting in front of the pond at Xavier’s, your feet dug into the grass below, and Kurt’s hand resting on your knee. It’s dark outside, and makes it hard to see his face, but you manage and give him a warm smile. The grass begins to tickle at your legs, and Kurt is humming a tune inside of his chest, trying to relax himself before the show starts.
Kurt giving you his jacket when he notices you shivering slightly. You return this gesture with a warm kiss to his lips.
Imagine the look in his face as the first firework is shot into the sky.
He looks like a little kid, and it warms your heart.
Pats your arm excitedly and says, “(NAME) LOOK OH! WOAH!”
Probably starts teleporting and bothers Peter, Scott, Jean and everyone to tell them about how cool the fireworks are.
Comes back to you and presses a kiss against your lips with a very soft, and gentle, “I really like fireworks.” and you just give him a cheesy smile and reply with, “Kissing you feels like a firework.”
Giving him a sparkler, and having him flip his lid because it’s so amazing and he just loves it and he ends up asking you for the entire box of sparklers(So he can use them any time he wants, which he does. He’s saving the last two for your birthday).
Alex Summers:
Is not particularly fond of fireworks. They trigger his PTSD, though he’s slowly learning ways to perhaps contain his outburst from the sound of fireworks.
This is something you completely understand and are supportive of. If, and when he’s triggered, you like to sing to him because the sound of your voice will bring him back to reality.
Though many people see the fireworks as celebration for freedom, which they are and Alex acknowledges that, he thinks that there should be an alternative, especially for those who have fought for that freedom, and do suffer from PTSD, and are sequentially triggered by the loud noises.
Tends to spend his Fourth of July, especially after 8 when the sun goes down, inside with you, maybe watching T.V, or snuggling, or taking a bath.
Really basking in the freedom that he has, and is thankful enough that he has you in his life to support him through things like this.
Peter Maximoff:
Let’s admit it here, he’s probably wearing leather pants that have the US flag printed on them(And he’s rocking them).
Really likes fireworks, and remembers going to see them with his mom and little sister before sticking around Xavier’s for a while.
Laying back in the grass in front of Xavier’s, his legs sprawled out and his head in your lap as you wait for the fireworks to start up. He gives you a cheeky grin, and shuts his eyes as your fingers run through his soft, silver hair.
The moment that the fireworks start though, Peter is wide-eyed looking at the sky.
Points out the shapes and colors to you, even though he knows you’re seeing everything he is. It’s a habit he has, for he did that with his little sister.
By the end of the show, he’s either A)Asleep with his head in your lap. or B)Kissing you and trying to entice you into a make-out session in the grass.
Lighting off your own fireworks.
Which he stole.
But, wouldn’t tell you that because you’d freak out.
You end up finding out any way and his excuse was, “WHY LIGHT OUR OWN MONEY ON FIRE?! THAT MAKES NO SENSE!” He’s shouting over the firework he just lit, giving you a cheeky grin.
This results in you threatening to shove a sparkler where the sun don’t shine.
Dating a good Catholic boy, means that there will be an inevitable amount of ‘firsts’ in your relationship — especially, when it comes to the more physical aspect of having a relationship. Kurt isn’t one to be confident when touching you — it even took a while for you to gain his trust, just to be able to hold on to his bicep, if you were in public together. (His hand is way too large for you to hold, so now he just prefers the way you snuggle into him.)
Tonight, just happens to be one of these firsts for Kurt.
You guys have never really went past second base with each other, but somehow between the heavy kisses and low gasps, your shirt and pants are now discarded into a messy pile on his floor; his clothes follow quickly, his member hardening with every movement of your hips.
He’s practically melting, as your soft fingers run down his slender chest, only to come back up to rake your fingers through his bangs to remove them from his face. His tail wrapped around your waist a long time ago, to bring you closer to each other if that was even possible.
Kurt knows pretty much everything about you — from your family to your secrets, and even though he knows that you’ve never done this with anyone before, he can’t help but to think that in your fluid movements, that you had done this before. Kurt mewls as you detach your lips from his to kiss his neck, your fingers moving to squeeze his bicep; the other moving to stroke the arm that is trying to push the hair out of your eyes.
He tries so hard to push that lingering thought out of his mind; because all he should be thinking about right now is the way you’re kissing him like he’s a breath of fresh air — and that he can actually feel the wetness of your arousal against his dick. But his words spill out like vomit, as he says,
“Is this your first time?”
You freeze at his neck, moving to be eye-level with your boyfriend. You can see that he’s visibly cringing at his question, as he cups your cheek (as best as he can) with his hand.
“I-I’m sorry, liebling,” He stutters out apologetically, as you bite your lower lip. “I’m just… I’m nervous.”
You huff out a sigh, lips twitching into a small smile as you turn to press a small kiss to the palm of his hand.
“Yeah, it is my first time,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “and if you’re okay with it, I’d…” you pause, wanting to word this correctly. You take a deep breath, caressing the scars the embellish his skin. “I’d like us to be each others first, if you’ll have me. I’ll understand if you don’t, though.”
Kurt looks up at you with so much affection and happiness that you can barely process it before he’s tugging you down to his lips, kissing you with more excitement and intensity that was unlike your previous kisses. When you pull apart, his lips are curled into a small smile.
“I’ll always have you,” He says, forehead against yours. “forever and always.”
• Long lullabies in both English and German • Getting concerned every time something “weird” happens to his baby (and calling the pediatrician over any small sneeze) • Running to his baby as soon as he starts to cry (or maybe even before he starts, when the baby makes those pre-cry cute sounds) • Letting you sleep at night and getting up when his baby cries at night (unless your baby is hungry…) • Always making the baby laugh (because with a dad like him, who wouldn’t be that happy ;3) • Rocking the cradle with his tail • Over-hugging and kissing his little baby • Throwing his baby from side to side on the sofa and teleporting to catch it • If his baby won’t stop crying, he would go and start to tell it the stories of his time back at the circus (and as unbelievable as it could be, the baby gets relaxed and stares back at him as if it could really understand what daddy Kurt says) • Playing “hide and seek” using his teleporting skills • Sending over his bamfs when he’s too tired to play over with the baby or when his baby wants a teddy bear to sleep with • Moving his tail in front of the baby to keep him amused • Choosing a German name for his baby • And last but not least, since the baby is rather likely to have a physical mutation like him, once he is able to hold his newborn for the very first time, he’d be able to understand that looks doesn’t matter at all, there will always be someone who will love you despite your looks and believe this, he’d love his babies no matter what.
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