“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.
A/N okay i am so sorry this took me so long i expected this to be short but it got really long i just love kurt wagner
Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).
It was you. You’d liked Kurt for a while, he was just too cute not to, and thanks to Jean you knew he felt the same, but unfortunately he was too shy to make a move. Finally one night you decided to ask him to a movie, ‘like a date’. The poor guy was so flustered he almost couldn’t get a word out! Luckily he accepted and you’ve been dating since then.
Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?
Mostly you. You like to share music with him that he might not have heard yet, and he loves it. However, he also likes to make you mixtapes of his favourite songs.
Who kissed who first?
You kissed first. It was after a particularly good date in which you had gone on a picnic, and Kurt was babbling about how nice it had all been. You could kind of tell he wanted to kiss you, but he couldn’t really figure out how to do anything about it. Finally you grabbed him by the collar and kissed him, much to his surprise and delight.
Who said ‘I love you’ first?
Kurt. It was in the middle of a mission, and he was honestly very scared. He wasn’t sure if you would make it out (okay, maybe he was overreacting, but he worries about you quite a bit), and he ended up just kind of yelling it at you. Sure, it wasn’t the most romantic thing, but you were overjoyed and delighted nonetheless.
Who takes pictures of the other when they’re not paying attention?
Kurt takes millions of pictures of you. Jean gave him a Polaroid for his birthday, and he wastes no time capturing almost every moment he spends with you. Although, you swipe it sometimes and take pictures of him. (He objects pretty heavily but it always happens in the end)
Who needs to be touching their significant other at all possible moments?
Kurt does. He always needs to feel in contact with you, whether it’s holding your hand, or a hand on your shoulder, or his tail wrapped around you somehow. He can’t bear to feel apart from you for very long.
Who asks strange questions late at night when they can’t sleep?
You do. You’ll be laying in bed and a thought will pop into your head and you just have to share it. It could be something deep and meaningful; ‘Do you think there’s such a thing as fate?’, to which he will try to answer to his best, ‘There definitely was when I met you,’; or it can be something completely dumb, ‘How was the platypus even created?’, and he’ll always laugh and say: ‘Go to sleep darling.’
Which one is really excited to put up the Holiday decoration, and which one is dreading it?
Listen, Kurt really, really loves putting up holiday decorations, like, a lot. He gets really excited and detailed oriented, while you groan and help begrudgingly. Holidays aren’t really your thing, but you’ll participate because Kurt loves it so much.
Who spends more money on (Useless) things?
Kurt buys a lot of stuff, but if you ask him, they’re all very useful and quite needed.
Who likes to cuddle more? (Who’s the little spoon? What positions?)
Kurt absolutely LOVES to cuddle, and you’re not opposed to it at all. Generally it switches, but Kurt loves to be the big spoon and wrap around you.
Who cooks the best? (best meal? Who burns everything they cook?)
Kurt cooks so well! Both of you are pretty good, but he loves to treat you after a long day.
Who is most likely to sleep in?
You are. Kurt is up bright and early to eat breakfast and go on a walk around the Institute’s grounds.
Who is the clean freak?
You are. Kurt comes home from missions and is too tired to do much of anything, so most of his stuff gets strewn around and you normally have to go around and tidy up.
Long kisses or short kisses?
Both! Short kisses happen all the time; when you’re hanging out, watching movies, or making dinner. Long kisses are when he’s feeling more romantic, or he’s going to be gone for a while and he might not see you.
Who’s the first to apologize after a fight?
Kurt, all the time. He can’t stand you being mad at him, and he never stays mad at you for long. He usually shows up at your door with flowers, ice cream, and a movie, a pleading look in his eyes. Of course, you always let him in. He has killer puppy eyes.
Who is the flirt? (And who is the romantic?)
Kurt Wagner is SUCH a hopeless romantic. He always does silly little things to show you how much he loves you. Stuff like leaving cute sticky notes all around your room, teleporting you both up to the roof at night to stargaze and have a nice dinner.
Who comforts who more often?
Kurt has a rough go of it sometimes, because of the discrimination against mutants, but you’re always there to comfort him (or yell at someone who badmouths him).
Who is the most protective over the other?
Kurt is way more protective over you. If someone says so much as one bad thing about you, he will be on them so fast. And it’s not just that, if you’re feeling down about yourself, he will be there in an instant to reassure you and tell you that you mean the world to him.
Who kills spiders?
Kurt always does. You tried once and it was horrible and we do not talk about it anymore. All we can say is that a huge spider flew into someone’s mouth and it was not good.
Who wants kids more?
Kurt probably does. Of course, it takes a little time for him to get past that fact that his kids might have to go through the same things he did, but he’s come to the decision that with the two of you as parents, your kids wouldn’t have any problems.
How many kids?
Probably two or three. The two of you might not be able to handle more than that, especially with the mutant powers they’d probably have.
Who proposed? (How did they do it?)
Kurt proposed. He got the help of Jean, Ororo, and Peter to transform one of the rooms in the mansion into a private place to eat. He surprised you, leading you down to the room with your eyes closed. Jubilee and Peter stayed outside making sure no one interrupted you (at one point they had to plead their case with Charles. He was surprisingly accepting of the whole thing.) Kurt’s plan had been to ask you near the end; he’d even thought of a small speech to say, but halfway through dinner, he realized it wasn’t how he wanted to propose. Instead of waiting, he stood up from his chair, pulled you with him, and kneeled in front of you. Abandoning his speech, he simply looked into your eyes and said, “(y/n), you make me happier than I ever thought possible. I can’t imagine a day without you, much less the rest of my life. If you’ll have me, I’d love nothing more in the world than to marry y-” at that point you pulled him up to you and kissed him. Jubilee and Peter, who had been listening from outside, burst into the room, rushing to congratulate the two of you. Needless to say, you said yes.
How about one where the reader wants Kurt to teach them some German, and asks for certain phrases, and after a while asks for a random phrase to try and figure it out, and he tells them I love you in German? And Kurt is just silently hoping they don’t figure it out, because he just told his friend and crush that he loved them, and oh god it’s really embarrassing (I don’t know if anybody has done one like that before, but I’m too much of a worry wart to write it myself)
A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for a while and I haven’t posted any Kurt fics so why not!
You
were sitting on your bed with Kurt Wagner and you were speaking German. Well,
you were trying to at least. He had been spending every day for the past two
weeks with you trying to teach you German but it was hard as he was still
working on his English and you had never heard a single word of German in your
life. So, every day after class you would sit in your room or his room and he
would give you German lessons. Considering you had a particularly big crush on
the adorable blue mutant and had had one for several months, learning his language
had become a big priority for you. It wasn’t going easy though. You were trying,
but it was going as well as getting Angel to listen to opera music. Which is to
say, not well.
“Kurt, teach me another one!” You begged looking at the
entirely blue mutant in front of you. He looked hesitant as had had been for
the past hour.
“I’ve already taught
you 12 new phrases!” He protested with a smile on his face but was hoping you
could stop. He was going to say something stupid at the rate he was going. You
two had been spending so much time together and he couldn’t be happier. He had
fallen for you months ago, but had been too nervous to say anything. Now, every
say you were talking to him and being together was great, but he was afraid he
was gonna say something stupid.
“Teach me more!” You begged again. He sighed.
“Haben Sie einen guten Tag.” Kurt said. “Have a good day.”
“Haben Sie einen guten Tag.” You repeated slowly.
“That’s good!” He smiled showing off his pointed teeth. He
was happy. It felt inexplicably good to hear the person he had secretly fallen
for speaking his language. “Ich muss zum Unterricht. I have to go to class.”
“Ich muss zum Unterricht.” You knew you had mispronounced a
word or two but he was patient. You tried again and you were rewarded with a
smile. You loved his smile.
“Ich liebe dich, Y/N.” You waited, but he never said the translation.
He looked sad for some reason but you didn’t comment on it.
“Wait, what does it mean?” you asked in you confusion.
“I want you to guess.” He replied and you could swear he was
blushing as his face began turning purple.
“But I have never heard that phrase before.” You protested
wanting to know what he had said.
“Try.” With that last word, he BAMFed out of the room and
was gone. You sat there, mouth open, and knew you had to figure this out.
The next day you tried to look up the phrase in the library
but there was a slight hitch in the plan as you could not read nor spell in
German. You gave up after the words began swimming off the page. You had been
wandering through the mansion trying to find one of the other mutants who spoke
German. You knew of only two others. You eventually located one of them in one of
the lounge rooms.
Warren was laying on one of the couches with his wings
thrown over the edges with no shirt on his body and lounge pants on. You hadn’t
spoken to Warren much considering his wings scared you and you still didn’t
trust him but you had heard him on more than one occasion speaking to Kurt in
perfect German so you figured he was a good bet to figure this out. He watched
you walk up and he looked at you.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a curt tone.
“Ich liebe dich.” You said and you watched his eyes go wide
in shock.
“Excuse me?” he said sitting up wondering why you would
suddenly profess such a thing to him.
“What does it mean?” You asked before he could say anything
else.
“What does what mean?” he asked confused. You pinched the bride
of your nose.
“That phrase, ‘ich liebe dich’? What does it mean?” you
repeated. You watched a smug smile appear on your face.
“Who told you that?” he questioned staring at you.
“Kurt.”
“Oh. Well, kid, that’s your problem. Why are you asking me
anyway?” he held up the magazine he had been reading.
“Because you speak German.” You said like it was obvious.
“Well, I’m not helping you with your homework. Go ask
someone else. Verpiss dich!” You had a feeling you knew what that one meant.
You turned and walked off not seeing the sympathetic smile her threw your way.
You had one last option. You were gonna speak to Erik
Lehnsherr.
You found him sitting in the Professor’s office playing
chess with Charles. You knocked on the door.
“Come in Y/N.” the Professor beckoned. Erik looked up. “Erik,
I believe Y/N has a question for you.” Secretly, you were still scared of
Magneto but you were willing to do this if it meant figuring this out.
“What is it?”
“You speak German right?”
“Ja, ich spreche Deutsch, warum fragen Sie?” he responded.
You looked at him in delight.
“What does ich liebe dich mean?” you responded. Erik stared
at you. “I know the first word is ‘I’ and the last one I think means ‘you’ but
I don’t know the middle word.” He looked at Charles and gave him a very clear
WTF look.
“And, who said this to you?”
“Kurt. I already asked Warren and he told me to quote ‘Verpiss
dich’. So will you please tell me what it means?” you asked ready to give up.
“Erik, tell her.” Charles said looking at him.
“I don’t know Charles. It might be more than she can handle.”
Erik gave him a shark like smile
“Please tell me. I can handle it!” you begged and Erik and
Charles exchanged smug looks to each other.
“I love you.” Erik said and it took you a moment to register
this.
“What?”
“Ich liebe dich mean I love you in German. Ich liebe dich
auch means I love you too.” Erik smiled as your eyes widened.
“Thank you Mr. Lehnsherr!” You turned and bolted out the
door. Erik looked at Charles and smiled.
“Ich liebe dich, Charles.”
“Ich liebe dich auch, Erik.”
You found Kurt sitting on his bed reading and walked in. He
looked up in shock and saw you with a fierce look on your face. It was now or
never.
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
“Vas?”
“Ich liebe dich auch. I love you too.” You plopped down on
the bed and planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked at you in pure shock. You waited
for him to move. Finally he grinned wider than you and ever seen him grin.
“Ich liebe dich, Y/N.” he moved closer and kissed your cheek
as well.
“Ich liebe dich, Kurt.” You two smiled and closed the gap,
this time however, you stole his first kiss and he stole yours.
Charles: Charles loves many things about you. How you never talk about how he’s in a wheelchair. How you are always thinking about how to help him, or make him happy. And how he knows because you let him in and allow him to hear.
Logan: Logan loves that you are shorter than he is. Being only 5’3" himself, being able to kiss the top of your head and put an arm around your shoulder make him happy. Plus you are always there when he comes home which make him smile.
Erik: Erik enjoys playing chess. After his fallout with Charles he needed someone to play with, and that someone ended up being you. It’s quiet but it’s not boring. It’s such a simple thing, but the fact you were willing to is something he loves.
Kurt: Kurt love that you prefer him blue, tail and all. In fact when you first saw him when he wasn’t you didn’t talk to him. You friend is this dorky, blue and flirty guy. You clearly remember his face the first time you met. He was talking to Spyke and said “Chicks dig the fuzzy dude” and you shouted “You bet they do” from the other side of the yard.
Scott: Scott loves that you are independent. You are able to do all your work, have fun and work without hesistation or any complaint. He likes that he doesn’t have to take care of you like the others. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy taking care of you when you were sick. It annoyed you more that you had to be helped than the fact you were actually sick. It made him love you even more.
Sean: Sean doesn’t like to talk much. He’s not sure when he’ll blow something up so he talks as little as possible. But with you he doesn’t need to. You know what’s wrong and what he needs just by looking eachother in the eyes. It’s weird but comforting for him.
Peter: Peter likes that you don’t question the things he gives you anymore. If you did you’d never stop talking. It’s no secret that he is a kleptomaniac. But after a while you didn’t really care to ask anymore. He got you a Scottish Fold kitten for your birthday. You weren’t ever going to scold him again. You actually started crying and thanking him. He loves knowing that you aren’t materialistic though. You’d be happy just cuddling and watching movies. Though you would eat the junk food he’s already stolen.
Bobby: Bobby is a lot like Sean. Bobby loves that with you he’s just a person. There is no talk of being a mutant or powers. He’s just Bobby with you. He hasn’t ever been able to just relax and be himself because noone knew of his abilities. With you it’s different. If anything ever does happen and his powers act up you never run or get mad. You just wait for it to melt and clean it up. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
The pair of you often received looks when you were out together, varying from, curiosity to
pity all the
way through to
disgust, it wasn’t something that really bothered Kurt too
much anymore, after all he
had lived his
entire life this way, it wasn’t exactly a new thing for
him, but it never failed to break his heart a little, each time they
were aimed at y/n. She certainly didn’t deserve such treatment, but after
months of reassurance y/n had managed to convince him that the occasional stare
could never dampen the joy that she felt when she was with him.
Kurt reminded himself of this as the pair continued their peaceful
stroll to the cosy restaurant, not too far from their home. Sensing his unease,
y/n gave his three fingered hand a light squeeze, he offered her a slight smirk
in return, before opening the door for her.
“table for two?’ the greeter asked as they approached the waiting area,
‘yes, thank you’ Kurt answered politely, before they were lead to a table,
where a waiter pulled out y/n’s chair, as Kurt was going to the same. Kurt
shook off his slight twinge of annoyance, settling himself down, and offering his
lovely date a smile, allowing the points of his teeth to poke free, from his
full blue lips, over the top of his menu.
The waiter soon returned, placing a long fingered hand on y/n’s
shoulder while she placed her order, that same spark of annoyance mixed with a
drop of putrid green jealously grew in kurts chest, as the undeniably
attractive waiter flirted shamelessly with his partner, despite y/n reaching
her delicate hand out to find kurts on top of the table, placing her hand over
his.
Eventually he took his leave, sending a wink over his shoulder, which
only added to the foul potion currently brewing in kurts chest. Y/n began
stroking patterns on his hand, ‘are you alright sweetheart?’ he asked, his
thick accent full of concern, at the sadness in her usual bright eyes. “oh,
sorry, that waiter just made me feel a bit uncomfortable, I know I’m being
silly.’ She murmured, Kurt furrowed his brow, ‘you’ve got nothing to apologize for
darling, he was being inappropriate.’ He exclaimed slightly louder than he had intended,
a light lavender blush spreading across his cheeks, as he checked over his
shoulder to see if anybody else heard. Thankfully the members of staff were
either chattering amongst themselves or bustling about, clearing tables.
Y/n gave him a light giggle at his actions, a welcome sound to kurts
pointed ears. The pair chatted amicably, their hands still together, as they
waited for their food.
The food arrived without much incident, aside from a slightly husky ‘enjoy’
from the waiter. The food was mouth-watering, perfectly prepared pasta carbonara,
with deliciously creamy sauce.
After the couple had just about licked their plates clean, the waiter
rather quickly reappeared asking a little too suggestively for kurts liking if
y/n would like anything else, or if she was ready to go home.
Kurt desperately tried to push his jealousy down, gritting his teeth as
he ground out a ‘no thank you, just the bill please.’ The waiter seemed to have
finally pieced together that the pair were a couple when he came back to give them
their bill, noticing kurts blue hand clasping y/n’s.
“you could do so much better, a pretty little thing like you with a freak
like him’ he snorted maliciously, Kurt just about leapt out of his seat,
drawing himself up to his full height, barring his pointed teeth and letting
out a low growl, only for y/n to step between them, after calmly placing the
money on the table.
“theirs nobody better than this gentleman, thank you for the meal, it
was lovely, though I think you could improve on the treatment of your customers.’
Her voice was deadly calm, and was uttered with a threatening smirk on her beautiful
face, before she took kurts hand, and walked proudly out of the restaurant
together.
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