Prompt:
I just saw X-men and Kurt is ADORABLE! So, I was thinking: somehow he travels
to the future and meets his children who are just like their dad but have a
loving, doting mother and when he sees her, he thinks she’s the most beautiful
woman ever! (She’s got the power of invisibility), and the way she’s with the
children melts his heart. And when he gets back to his time, he meets her as
the new student.
Note:
I have been waiting to write this literally forever. It’s so cute!!
“I’m telling you, Kurt,” Scott was walking
through the courtyard with his blue German friend when they got on the topic of
girls. “You’re a chick magnet. I mean, sure, you’re blue, but you’re German.
Girls love the accent.”
“I don’t know, Scott. I just…I’m not exactly…vhat
you vould consider normal.”
“Normal is overrated,” Scott shook his head. “You
just need to ask someone out.”
“I don’t know if I could-” Kurt started.
There was a bright flash, and suddenly, there was a completely different group
of kids in the courtyard. He didn’t recognize any of them. But then he saw a
little boy run by, one that looked like…him.
The boy was blue with three fingers on each
hand and a tail.
*Bamf*
“Catch me if you can, Liesl!” the boy
shouted, appearing up in the tree.
“No fair, Hansel! You know I can’t teleport!”
shouted a little blue girl, chasing her brother to the base of a tree.
Suddenly, she disappeared.
“Liesl?” Hansel asked.
*Bamf*
He appeared on the ground, only to be tackled
by his sister, who reappeared. Kurt smiled, hiding behind a tree as the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen walked over and separated the siblings.
“Hansel, Liesl, be gentle,” she prodded them.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Here, mutter,” a third child appeared,
another little boy. This one also had a tail, and was blue like his other
siblings, but he had five fingers on each hand. He was younger than the other
two, also. They were about seven or eight, but the younger boy was only about
five.
“Come on Rolf,” she bent down and lifted the
child, holding him on her him. She poked his nose gently. “Your father will be
here soon.”
The kids cheered. Kurt stumbled and fell out
from behind the tree he was hiding behind and into plain sight. The woman
stopped in her tracks, eyes wide at the sight of the much younger version of
her husband.
“Kurt?” you asked gently. He scrambled to get
to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
“I…Vhere…Vhen
am I?” he asked, looking around. Each of the blue children looked at him with
wide eyes.
“Kurt…” your eyes were soft. You walked
closer to the scared teen. He gulped. “I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) Wagn- I mean, (L/N).”
You introduced. “Well, I am a Wagner,
but I wasn’t when you met me.”
“You’re…” Kurt’s amber eyes trailed to your
ring finger, admiring the glittering wedding ring there.
“I am,” you nodded. “I assume you haven’t met
me yet.” he shook his head.
“Are zhese our…” he looked at the three kids.
You nodded.
“They are,” you told him. “Liesl, Hansel, and
Rolf.”
“I…”
“You what, Kurt?” You asked, knowing
something was wrong. “What is it?”
“I never zhought someone…I never zhought
anyone could love me…Not enough to
marry me.”
“Kurt, look at me,” You told him. “I’ve been
married to you for ten years. I love you with all of my heart. Maybe fate
brought you here so you would have the courage to pursue me, to make all of
this a reality. But I assure you, you are the most loveable man I’ve ever met.”
Tears formed in Kurt’s eyes. He smiled
brightly.
*Bamf*
“Mein liebe?” the older Kurt appeared,
finding you and the children standing in front of his younger self. “Oh. Oh,”
“You’re me,” Young Kurt stated.
“I am,” Older Kurt nodded, wrapping an arm
around his wife. “I remember zhis vell,”
“How did I get here?” Young Kurt asked.
“To zhis day, I don’t know,” Older Kurt
replied. “But, God has a reason for all zhings, and if it veren’t for zhis little
trip to zhe future, I vould not have asked out zhe love of my life.”
“How do I get back?”
“I think your ride’s here,” You pointed to a
portal behind him. Kurt gave a lingering look at himself, his family, his future,
before dashing through the portal and hopefully back to his own time.
***
“Dude, where did you go?” Scott asked as Kurt
reappeared. “You just popped out.”
“I vent to zhe-” Kurt started to explain, but
paused. His eyes settled on you, timidly following an enthusiastic Jubilee. “I’ll
be right back,”
*Bamf*
Kurt appeared in front of you, holding a
small bouquet of wildflowers in his three-fingered hand.
“Guten tag, I’m Kurt. Kurt Vagner, and you
are very pretty.” Kurt said. You blushed, brushing a lock of hair behind your
ear. “Vould you like to go out vizh me sometime?”
“Um, yeah.” You answered, smiling shyly. “I’d
like that. I’m (Y/N),”
“I know.” Kurt smiled.
“Well, isn’t someone outgoing all of a
sudden?” Jubilee asked, amused with his sudden outbreak of confidence.
“I had a push,” Kurt shrugged. He handed you
the flowers. You blushed, your face burning bright red.
“Well Kurt, would you like to continue her tour?”
“Of course,” Kurt offered his elbow. You took
it, smiling happily. Kurt’s tail swayed happily behind him as he escorted you through
the rest of the mansion.
Prompt:
There literally wasn’t one, but I was having feels, and I really need to write this, just to take a little break from the
sea of prompts. I’ve been watching X-Men Evolution and Kurt has his little
image-inducer watch from Xavier that makes him appear normal, so like this
still takes place in the Apocalypse universe, but borrowing that little tidbit
from the cartoon.
Warnings:
None?
“Hey Kurt, we’re going to the Homecoming
game!” Jubilee poked her head into the room of the blue mutant. “Wanna come
with us?”
“Vhere is it?” he asked, looking up from his
Bible.
“At the human high school. It’s just a few
miles from here. Scott and Peter and Jean and Ororo and Warren and I are going!
It’ll be fun, I swear!”
“I’m…” Kurt caught a glance of his reflection
in the mirror. “I’m okay…” he said sadly. He couldn’t go to a school full of
human kids looking like this, no matter how badly he wanted to.
“Kurt, are you sure?” she asked softly. “I
reeeeaaaly want to introduce you to my awesome friend (Y/N).”
“I’m sure,” he nodded, eyes scanning the
bible verses in front of him. Jubilee sighed, pulling out a box from behind
her.
“Okay, I didn’t wanna do this, but you’re
giving me no choice.” She shook her head. “Hank made this. It’s a prototype,
but it can make you look normal if you wear it.
*Bamf*
“Really?” he looked at it curiously. “It
looks like a vatch,”
“It is. Kind of.” Jubilee helped Kurt put it
on his wrist. Immediately, he appeared human. He looked in the mirror, excited.
This couldn’t be real.
“Five fingers?” Kurt looked at them, but when
he tried to separate them, he found he couldn’t.
“It looks like you have five, but you still
have three.”
“Zhis is amazing!” Kurt mused, unable to look
away from himself. All his life, he had imagined what he would look like if he
had been human, but here he was. He still looked like him, but now he wasn’t blue. His ears looked normal, so did his
fangs, and instead of amber, his eyes were brown.
“Come on, silly. We don’t wanna be late,”
Jubilee led him out the bedroom door and back to where the others were waiting.
“Jubilee, where’s Kurt?” Scott asked, his
eyes searching the stairwell. Kurt smiled widely. It had really worked. Even
his own friends didn’t recognize him.
“Right here, Scott. Recognize me?” he smiled.
Peter took off his goggles to do a double-take.
“Dude, what happened? Why aren’t you blue?”
Peter asked, zipping up close to look at him.
“You gave him the watch?” Jean asked Jubilee.
She nodded.
“Wouldn’t
come because of how he looks.” she explained in her mind. Jean nodded sadly.
Kurt was always so happy and nice. It was so hard to watch him struggle with
his appearance. They all accepted him for who he was, but sometimes it just
wasn’t enough. Sometimes the staring and pointing and laughing was too much for
the little blue teleporter. It reminded him too much of the circus where he was
more of an exhibit than a performer.
“Well we don’t have all day. I’ve never been
to a homecoming game.” Ororo said.
“Me neizher. I’m very glad you talked me into
it,” he smiled at Jubilee. She nodded.
“No problem.”
***
The sea of high school kids was something Kurt
had never really seen before; this many kids in one place. Almost as soon as
they got to the student section, Jubilee waved over her friend.
“(Y/N), this is Kurt. Kurt, this is (Y/N).”
she introduced.
“Nice to meet you, Kurt! I’ve heard so much
about you. Jubes here goes on and on.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Well, (Y/N) here is single-”
“Jubes!” you elbowed her, blushing.
“So I’ll just leave you two alone then~” she
sing songed, leaving you to stand with the others.
“I’ve never been to a football game before,”
Kurt said, watching the players run across the field.
“Really?” You asked. He nodded. “Yeah, I don’t
usually go, but Jubilee said I had to meet you.” You paused. “I’m really glad I
came.”
“So am I,”
***
You and Kurt talked the whole game, barely
ever stopping to actually watch it. But then again, who goes to the homecoming
game to watch? Sometime over the
course of the night, your hand found its way into his. It was a bit chilly for
an autumn night, but you had brought a blanket and draped it around the pair of
you.
The game ended. The home team won. Confetti
fell through the air all around you. Peter rushed over, standing beside Kurt.
“Aww, aren’t you two cute?”
“Vhat do you vant, Peter?”
“Aren’t you going to tell her?” he whispered.
Kurt’s eyes went wide and he shook his head.
“Tell me what, Kurt?” You asked softly.
Somewhere in your mind, you already knew.
“That he’s-” started Peter. Kurt shooed him
away, deciding to do it for himself. Peter dashed off.
“Come vizh me, under zhe bleachers,” Kurt
told you. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing, but you trusted
him, following him into the shadows beneath the bleachers. There was no one
there, just him and you. You looked up at him, waiting to see what he was
doing.
Kurt fumbled with the strap on his watch. It
was quite the task with only three fingers.
“P-promise you von’t scream,” Kurt whispered
before taking it off. His nervous eyes met yours.
“Why would I scream, Kurt?” You asked softly.
“Promise,” he insisted, shaking. His heart
was racing, preparing for rejection.
“I promise,” you stated, eyes locked on his. He
swallowed thickly, slipping off the watch. A ripple of blue spread through his
body, revealing his true form, pointy ears, three fingers, amber eyes and all.
Your eyes caught his tail, swaying behind him. And despite all of this, all you
could do was smile. You hugged him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“Y-you aren’t scared?” he asked, gently
wrapping his arms around you.
“Of course I’m not scared, Kurt. You’re
amazing and kind and cute.”
“Y-you zhink I’m cute?”
“Yes. I really do.” You nodded, pulling out
of the hug to look at him. Your hand touched his cheek, your thumb rubbing
gentle circles in his blue skin, gently tracing over the scars there. “Listen. I
really like you. A lot.”
“I…” he smiled, blushing a deep shade of
purple. “I really like you too,”
“I think some of our friends and I are going
to get ice cream, if you want to come with us,”
“I’d love zhat! Could I…Vould it be alright
if I…?” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips and back again. You gently
pulled him down for a kiss. He craned his neck down, carefully pressing his
lips to yours. He hummed in content, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, soft
feeling of your lips on his.
“There you are!” Jubilee walked over just as
you pulled apart. “Come on! Let’s go get ice cream!”
You took Kurt’s hand and led him over to the
group. It was a rather large group, mutants and humans alike.
“Well look who finally got a girlfriend,”
Scott smiled. “And without that dumb watch.”
“I guess I don’t need it,” Kurt shrugged,
squeezing your hand gently.
“You’re right.” you said, catching his eye. “You
don’t.”
Prompt:
Hello! I was wondering if I could request a story where the reader is basically
the angel of death/grim reaper. And when she comes to the school to speak with
her old friend Charles, everyone is scared to death of her and avoids her…All
except for Kurt, who firmly believes that she’s his black winged guardian
angel, that he has fallen deeply in love with. (I know there’s been some angel
ones before, but I never quite saw one like this, so I thought I’d ask.) Thank
you! I love your work!
Note:
Awwwwwww that’s a hella cute request!
Warnings:
APOCALYPSE SPOILERSSSSSS!!!
The sky was very cloudy the day you came to
the Mansion. A storm was brewing, and thunder could be heard nearby. The front
doors swung open without you having to touch them. You walked in, most of your
head and face covered in your long, silky black hooded cape.
Your large black wings were mostly hidden,
save for the tips of them. In your hand, you carried a tall scythe. It was
carved with cryptic runes and designs from long ago, passed down from
generation to generation.
Charles Xavier had known your family, a long
line of mutants, for ages. But your mutant family tree differed from others.
Your family carried the title and responsibility of the Watcher of the Gate.
You guarded the line between life and death, making sure only those who were
meant to cross, did.
People often mistook you for a soul stealer,
or, a grim reaper. Though you looked very much like one, you weren’t. While you
did meet the dead, it wasn’t in the way everyone thought. You didn’t take
lives, you saved them. And you were here to return one that shouldn’t have been
lost.
That, and, you wanted to enroll in high
school.
Thunder boomed loudly outside, and lightning
crackled across the sky. The other mutants in the school watched you with dazed
expressions and wide eyes as you seemed to float across the ground, bare feet
barely touching the wooden surface.
You glided down the hall and into Charles’
office.
“Ah, (Y/N), I thought you’d arrive about now.
Your mother called ahead. How is she doing, by the way?”
“My mother’s fine.” you answered. “Where’s
the place he died?”
“Downstairs. Come with me.” Charles rolled
out of his office, and you followed him. There were hushed whispers. Students
looked to one another and then to you. You still hadn’t removed your hood, and
your face was cast in shadow. Only the tips of your hair stuck out of the inky
black cape.
“Who’s the new girl?” Peter asked. Scott
shrugged.
“I dunno, but she’s scary. Wouldn’t wanna get
on her bad side.” Scott shuddered. But Kurt…Kurt was caught in a daze, his
amber eyes glued to you like Peter’s were to Twinkies. You…you were something
else.
“Mein engel,” Kurt whispered, his eyes wide.
“She’s no angel,” Warren shook his head. “I
should know.”
“Awwww, does Kurt have a crush?” Jubilee
teased him, poking his shoulder. The teleporter’s cheeks flushed a dark purple.
“N-no, she’s just…very…interesting…” Kurt
stumbled.
“Yeah. Real interesting. I wonder what she’s
doing here.” Scott raised an eyebrow when he caught Jean’s expression. She had
caught wind of your thoughts. She knew exactly what you had come to do.
***
You knelt down at the end of the metal
hallway. Hank and Charles were behind you. You felt for the energy signature.
It was faint, but it was still there, even after all of this time. This might
be easier than you thought it would be.
“Can you do it?” Hank asked, pushing his
glasses up his nose. To be honest, he was excited to see how it worked. He had
never seen a mutation quite like this.
“Definitely. He was stronger than most. It
helps that he was using his powers when he died. Leaves a stronger mark.” You
stated, standing.
“Do you need us to leave, or-?”
“No, you’re fine where you are.” You told
them. Charles nodded, watching intently.
You took your scythe in both hands, holding
it vertically. Raising it above your head caused the tip of it to glow with
swirling, misty purple energy. You spun it a few times as the power built, and
when it reached its peak, you slammed the bottom end to the ground. There was a
loud crack, like thunder. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you split the
breach between life and death.
Then, suddenly, he was standing there,
dressed in white. He was confused, dazed, his hair was a mess, and red energy
pulsed around him.
“Take
my hand!” you shouted, holding the scythe in your left hand, and reaching
forward with your right. A great gust of wind blew, throwing off your hood.
Your hair whipped your face lightly.
“Who
are you?” he asked.
“(Y/N)
(L/N). I’m the Watcher of the Gate. You weren’t supposed to die. Take my hand!
We don’t have much time!”
He reached forward and tightly grabbed your
hand. You pulled, feeling a great surge of energy, and then you fell backwards,
pulling him with you through the breach. You got up off of the ground, dusting
yourself off. He looked up in awe as you hid your face under your hood once
again. Mysterious purple eyes seemed to glow in the shadow.
“Charles?” he asked, getting up. “Hank.”
“Oh my God…” Hank murmured. “You actually did
it!”
“Hank, go get Scott. I have a feeling he’ll
want to see this.” Charles said. Hank nodded before running off.
“You…you saved my life, (Y/N). Thank you.” he
said, offering his hand. “I’m Alex. Alex Summers.”
“Nice to meet you.” you gave a small smile.
“Professor, are there any enrollment papers I have to fill out or anything?”
“There are a few on my desk, yes.” Charles
nodded. “Wait. You’re enrolling?”
You shrugged. “I need a place to stay for a
while. A long time. I’ve been flitting from place to place these past few
years. People get so scared…I just need a place where none of that matters.
Where I can be myself.”
“Well then, welcome to the Mansion.”
***
You sat at the fountain about an hour later,
your pen sliding across the paperwork. There was another group of mutants about
a hundred feet away. Even from that distance, you could tell they were talking
about you.
You sighed. Maybe one day you would be used
to even your own kind being terrified of you. Today was not that day.
“Guys! Guys!” Scott ran across the courtyard,
dragging Alex behind him. “Alex is alive!”
“What the hell?” Peter looked over the
once-deceased mutant. Once they were over by the group, you couldn’t hear them
anymore.
“Yeah, apparently the new girl brings back
the dead! She’s like the Grim Reaper or something!”
“The Watcher of the Gate,” corrected Alex. “And
she only brought me back because I wasn’t supposed to die. That was a one-time
deal because Apocalypse interfered.”
“Whatever. I got my brother back!” Scott
shouted. Kurt’s eyes were still locked on you. He leaned against his hand and
sighed dreamily. Your wings were sticking even farther out of your cape. They
were as big, if not even bigger than Warren’s. Your scythe laid on the edge of
the fountain. You bounced the pen against your mouth, thinking of the answers
to the questions on the fourth page of the form. Who knew filling out an
enrollment form for a mutant school would take so long.
“If you like her so much, you should just go
ask her out.” Jean said to Kurt softly. He shook his head, eyes widening in
fear.
“I-I couldn’t. Have you seen me?”
“Dude,” Alex sat with the other mutants. “I
don’t think she’s going to judge you. I’ve met her. She’s pretty nice. And
believe me. She has plenty of problems with people judging her.”
“You zhink I should go talk to her?”
“Yes! Go over there!” Jubilee clapped her
hands, smiling. Kurt nodded. He closed his eyes and made a cross over his body
with a three-fingered blue hand, and then gulped before teleporting to the
fountain.
*Bamf*
“Aah!” You yelled in surprise. Papers dropped
to the ground, and you held your heart. Kurt felt horrible. “Oh my God, I’m
sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.” You laughed softly.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized sheepishly. His
cheeks were already tinted purple. “I, um, I’ll go-”
“Don’t,” you grabbed his wrist. He swallowed
thickly, amber eyes meeting yours. “I’d just…I don’t have very many friends,
and I wouldn’t mind some company…”
“Okay,” Kurt nodded. He gathered your papers
and handed them to you, catching a glimpse of the words across the top. “You’re
enrolling?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. Your fingers drifted up
to the edge of your hood, and you pulled it down. Kurt almost melted into a
puddle at the sight of your face. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Kurt. Kurt Vagner. But in zhe circus, I vas
called zhe Incredible Nightcrawler,” he smiled, showing off his pointed fangs.
His tail waved contently behind him, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
“Well, you truly are incredible,” you stated,
taking him in. He was astounding. You thought for a second. “Wait. Were you in
the Munich Circus? In Germany?” Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve seen you before.
They called me there to bring back an acrobat once. She fell and the net broke.”
“I remember,” Kurt nodded, recalling having
seen you only a few years earlier. He had only seen you briefly, and only from
the back. He had seen your wings.
“You can touch them if you want,” you smirked
when you trailed his gaze to your magnificent wings. You reached up to your
neck, undid the button that held your cape on, and pulled it off, folding it
neatly beside you.
“R-really?” he asked. You nodded, stretching
one towards him. You took one of his hands and guided it there. He gently,
slowly stroked your soft feathers. They were softer than anything he had ever
felt. No fabric could compare to them. It was indescribable. “Zhey’re so soft.”
“Yeah. They kind of are,” you shrugged. “Um,
Kurt, could you uh…what does this question mean?” you pointed to the sheet. He
gladly explained, helping you fill out the form in its entirety. You had a
feeling you were going to like it here.
***
It was a few months later. You were very close to
Kurt, Scott, and Alex especially. People were timid to meet you, but as you
came out of your shell, slowly shedding your cape and your mysterious need to
be alone, they did too. More people approached you, asking you to play games
with them or help them with homework.
You were sitting beneath your favorite tree
on campus with Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo.
“Wait, he thinks what?” You asked Jean. You
were talking about Kurt.
“He legitimately believes that you his black-winged
guardian angel.” Jean repeated.
“Awwwwww,” you, Jubilee, and Ororo cooed.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,”
Jubilee smiled, glancing over at the guys on the other side of the campus. They
were getting ready for something, you could tell. It looked like Peter was
giving Kurt a back massage, and Alex was giving a pep talk. Warren and Scott
seemed to be there for moral support. Kurt was dressed in his clothes from the
circus, the only dressy clothes he owned with a tail hole in the back, and he
was holding a small bouquet of wild flowers.
“Oh my God. They’re giving him a pep talk.”
Jean said, tuning into their thoughts. “He’s gonna come over here and ask you
out.”
“Oh my God,” you smiled. “He all dressed up. That’s
the cutest thing ever.”
“He’s in love with you.” Ororo stated. The
others nodded. “Here he comes. Let’s get out of here!” The other girls left,
leaving you under the tree alone.
*Bamf*
“Guten tag, mein engel.” Kurt smiled. You
stood up to face him. “I vas vondering…I vas vondering if you vould like to…to
go out vizh me?”
Instead of replying, you grabbed him by the
collar of his circus jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. In shock, he dropped
the flowers. His lips were soft and sweet. He was so gentle, kissing you back
carefully. Your hands rose to his cheeks, thumbs sliding across his scarred
blue skin.
You felt timid hands on your hips and a tail
around your waist. You smiled. He was stiff, nervous, shaking, but he was
getting used to it. You pulled your lips away from his and pressed a kiss to
his cheek before hugging him tightly. His arms gripped you, and you could hear
his racing heart.
“Yes, Kurt.” you whispered into his ear. “I
would love to go out with you.”
Prompt:
I’m not sure if you’re still taking Nightcrawler requests, but I really like
the idea that he’s not used to owning a lot of things bc of his time in the
circus and he gets really excited when his s/o decides to get him something
nice
Note:
Awwwwwwwww little babyyyyyyy
Warnings:
None?
You were walking through the mall with
Jubilee, talking about boys mostly.
“Kurt is a sweetiepie.” Jubilee laughed. “You’re
lucky.”
“I know,” you laughed. “He does this cute
thing when he gets protective-”
“So always,”
“Yeah, but like, he growls and it’s sooooo cute.”
“He’s like a cat,” Jubilee giggled. You
nodded.
“I’m dating a blue cat.”
“Complete with a tail and the need to perch
on high things.”
“True,” you shook your head. The two of you
walked into the nearest store and started looking around. Not so long after you
started browsing the aisles, something caught your eye. Immediately, you
thought of Kurt. So, naturally, you got it for him. It would be a surprise.
***
“Kurt~” you sing-songed, walking into his
room.
“Ja?”
You held up the thing you had gotten him. It
was a red t-shirt that had ‘Only the Cool Kids Speak German’ written on it in
big bold white letters.
“This is for you,”
*Bamf*
“For…me?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, handing it to him. He
held it in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes and a bright smile. He didn’t
own very many things, even now that he could.
But this…this was his. This was
something he could call his own.
“Vhy?”
“Because I love you and I thought you would
like it,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side. You stood on your toes and
pressed a kiss to his cheek. He grinned the happiest grin you had seen in a
long time.
“Danke so much!” He pulled you into his arms
and buried his head in your shoulder. “I love it,”
“I’m glad,” you smiled, laughing. His tail
swayed, seeming to display his happiness. You rubbed his back and he tried (and
failed) to contain a little purr. You smiled, kissing his cheek. All of his
little noises were so cute. “Awwwwwww,”
“Vas?”
“Your little purrs are so cute!” you hugged
him tighter. He laughed, blushing.
“I’m glad you zhink so. Zhey just seem to
slip out sometimes.”
You released from the hug and motioned to the
shirt in his hand.
“Put it on, I want to make sure it fits. I
think I got the right size, but-”
*Bamf*
Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke and came
back a few seconds later, wearing the new shirt and a jubilant smile.
“It fits.”
“Good,” you took both of his hands. He kissed
your nose. You smiled, blushing at his cute little gesture. “You’re precious.”
“Am I a…vhat vere you and Jubilee calling me
again?”
“Cinnamon roll, too pure for this world.”
“Ja, zhat.”
“Yes. You are.” you brushed locks of his
thick dark hair out of his face and tucked them behind his pointed ear. “Now
let’s go show the others how cute you look.”
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??
Title: By Choice (Part One) Word Count: 5.5K+ Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world. Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars. A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [xxx] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.
It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.
But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, heshone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.
However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that.
Title: By Choice (Part Two) Word Count: 11.7K+ Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader Summary:
Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world.
Warnings: Traumatic nightmares and racism. A/N: HERE IT IS! Thank you so much everyone who liked and reblogged, and those who followed me and everyone who sent me those nice messages! You made me want to write even more than I already did, and as a result I gave birth to this 11k+ words chapter. I hope you enjoy it! – Part 1–
Any other day, the beautiful scenery outside the car window would’ve made [Y/N] stare at it in awe, unable to look away. Today was not any other day. Today it only felt dull and unworthy of her attention.
She and her parents had been on the way to her new school– and home, unfortunately– for over an hour now. They were talking excitedly
about the school
in the front seats, sharing details they each had found out about Professor Xavier’s life and work– while she pretended to read a book. She wasn’t reading not because she hadn’t tried, but because she was unable to focus on the words. Her mind was somewhere else entirely; in a beautiful place where she didn’t have to leave her life behind anymore. So she just stared at the pages for some time until she remembered to turn them, because it served to keep her parents from talking to her about the way she was feeling.
In all truth, she felt awful. She knew that going to the school was necessary and that was why she wasn’t complaining– but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.
Still, her mouth curved into a smile
as she remembered a few days ago, when her friends had come over to her house after she called to tell them she had very important news.
“You! Are! A! Mutant! NYAAAAH!!” Tess shrieked as she flailed her arms around in uncontrollable excitement.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. What can you do? Can you fly? Can you control fire?” Juliet asked right in front of her face with a flabbergasted expression.
“I can camouflage. Disappear. That’s my mutation.” [Y/N] answered, clearly amused by their antics. Sure, it wasn’t as cool as flying or controlling fire, but it still was a great mutation that allowed her to basically be invisible.
Not quite– but yeah, basically.
She had to cover up her laugh with a cough at her friends’ slightly disappointed faces. They sat down next to her on her bed, one on either side.
“That’s really cool too, though. Being in places without no one knowing? Disappearing when something embarrassing happens? I sure as hell have wanted to do that more than once.” Tess said with a faraway look and Juliet instantly looked at [Y/N] with a devious smile.
“Don’t.” [Y/N] mouthed in warning, but Juliet had made up her mind already.
“Like that one time you farted super loud in front of Leon at Summer Camp?” She tried to say with a straight face, but her voice broke into laughter at the end and she threw herself back on the bed. A giggle escaped [Y/N]’s mouth, but she quickly turned serious when Tess glared at her. “Oh, man, that was the worst!” Juliet managed to say as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “BRROMP!” She mimicked with wide eyes, holding her stomach.
[Y/N] tried really hard to contain her laughter, but it was useless. She was crying alongside Juliet, unable to control herself. It had been horrible for Tess the moment it happened two years ago, but as time passed– and thanks to the fact that they never saw any of the people from camp again– it just turned into a hilarious memory.
Tess was only able to remain stoic for a few moments before she ended up bursting into laughter as well, falling back on the bed with her two best friends.
Back in the car, [Y/N] snickered at the memory. Unfortunately, the laughter died on her throat the moment she lifted her head and finally saw what was rapidly approaching on the horizon.
Title: By Choice (Part Three) Word Count: 14.8K+ Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world. Rating: MA (Explicit) Warnings: Explicit sex scenes (submissive Kurt, tail kink); some racism and homophobia; memories of traumatic experiences. A/N: It’s here! Thank you to everyone who told me they loved this story, you really inspire me to keep writing. – Part 1 – Part 2 –
It was a simple kiss, really– just closed lips pressing against each other, nothing more. But it felt like everything that didn’t make sense in [Y/N]’s life had somehow fallen into place at the same time. Of course, she knew that wasn’t true, all of her problems would still be there after this– but it was impossible to think about any of them at the moment. Now it was just them together– the rest of the world was gone for the time being.
When they pulled away, [Y/N]’s eyes were open wide in surprise. She couldn’t believe what just happened– it couldn’t be real. Kurt had not just kissed her, right after she said she was in love with him. That couldn’t have happened because if it did… it could only mean one thing.
He liked her back.
Kurt, on the other hand, pulled back incredibly slowly– lips pouting slightly and eyes closed, looking just barely out of breath. His eyes opened carefully, and when he noticed [Y/N] was staring at him incredulously, he gasped in embarrassment and leaned back, away from her.
“I– I–” He tried to say, but all of a sudden he forgot every word he knew in
both
English and German.
“You like me too?” [Y/N] breathed out, not even bothering to mask her disbelief. She needed him to say it, to confirm it. This was something too great, too wonderful for it to be happening to her, of all people. Kurt frowned and tilted his head to the side– like he didn’t know why she’d felt the need to ask that question.
“Ja, liebe. Of course I do.” He paused for a moment. “Vell, actually… I am in love vith you, too.” He confessed in a whisper, too embarrassed to look at her.
“Kurt, look at me.” She said softly, and he complied. She looked like she’d just been told she was now a millionaire– and she felt like it too. “What does that mean? Liebe?“ She leaned closer to him without noticing, and Kurt did as well. Her eyes moved from his to his mouth, his scars, his ears, his eyes again. It made her angry that she was incapable of looking at all of him at the same time. She wanted to take him in all at once– marvel at those beautiful lips while looking at his hands, look at his tail behind him without taking her eyes off his own.
It wasn’t fair.
“It means love.” Kurt answered, his hands fidgeting on his lap. “I have been vanting to call you zhat for a long time.” He murmured in a raspy voice. [Y/N] had leaned even closer, so they were just inches away from each other now. She placed her hands on his knees to pry them open, and Kurt untangled his legs for her.
There wasn’t even a chance for them to feel awkward about the sudden intimacy of the moment– it was something they both had been craving for so long that now it just seemed like the only possible thing to do. Kurt’s legs were now open and she moved to sit on his lap, her own legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck. He took a hold of her hips, rubbing her sides softly. They didn’t break eye contact for a moment, and by now they had gotten so close that their noses brushed with each exhalation.
Request: here is the reminder u asked for to write about kurt and tantric sex <33333
Sorry for taking so long to write this out. Had a busy work week, and also the opposite of a writer’s block hit me, so I was writing out like, fifteen different things, but only writing them maybe three or so sentences at a time before my brain decided I had to work at writing something else. Which sounds like it would be great, but it actually ends up being a whole lot of nothing actually getting written. But it’s alright, because here is some Kurt smut. And the first smut where a condom isn’t involved! Which means you can go ahead and assume that reader and Kurt are married in this one, basically. Or don’t. It’s whatever floats your boat really, meine Freunde. asd
The scene was set perfectly: Kurt’s bedroom, your bedroom, the lights turned off, the curtains drawn closed, lit only by the flickering flames of near countless candles, mostly mild scents to relax the body and mind, to counterbalance the more exotic and tantalizing scent of the massage oil that was handily left out on the bed for easy use, the bed itself neatly made with sensually satiny sheets. The door was locked, music turned on, loud enough to be heard without becoming a distraction. Safe.
The characters were in place: Kurt sat kneeling in the middle of the bed, yourself sitting on his lap, straddling his hips, legs loosely wrapped around his back. Your body gleams slightly in the flickering lights, and Kurt’s fur is slightly slicked down, the residual oil from when the both of you took turns massaging and rubbing each other down, so your bodies glided smoothly against each other when you pressed together. Your nipples were hard where they brushed against Kurt’s hard chest with each slow inhale, his shaft lay hard and hot against your core, nestled perfectly against your folds, the only real sign of just how high his adore was running, his hands gentle and face relaxed.
The curtains were about to be drawn, practice done and over with and the first act ready to be played…
When you found yourself suffering from a bit of stage fright.
“Are you sure we really need to make eye contact the whole time?”
It was the fifth time you’ve asked that question, though the first time since you’ve gotten into the “correct” position, and you were sure that anyone else would have been annoyed by it by now, but the corner of Kurt’s lips just quirked up, a rakish little grin as he gave you a reassuring squeeze of your hip, encouraging you to raise your gaze once more to the golden glow of his eyes. “Deep breaths and eye contact are really necessary, ja, mein Liebling. It ensures a deeper connection.”
You managed to last a good seven seconds before you lowered your head with a groan onto Kurt’s shoulder, giving up the good posture you’d kept to slump, butting the side of your head lightly against his jaw when you heard and felt him chuckle at you.
“It’s not funny, you blue jerk,” you grumbled, with absolutely no heat in your voice whatsoever. “Eye contact is haaaaaard. It has always been hard. I couldn’t beat a hamster at a staring contest.”
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