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manyothermusingsofmine · 5 days ago

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Fragile Serenity || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Uh slight disassociation warning I think

Wordcount: 1926

Summary: Just because Miranda's love isn't loud at all times doesn't mean Kurt can't hear her. --------------------- Meet me at the fountain garden at 7 pm

XOXO - your Süße

With the softest, warmest smile, Kurt gently folded the paper that had been left on his side of the bed somewhere after he had gotten out this morning.

The delicate and slightly off center handwriting combined with the words and the lingering scent of her perfume on the envelop made it pretty obvious who was trying to whisk him away for some alone time- and he would never deny her request to meet her away from the mansion if she wanted to spend some time purely together.

The place she had picked, he knew very well. It was easy to get to from the mansion yet it wasn't a well-known garden, not a tourist attraction by any means. When he walked through the gates. he immediately spotted her underneath the big tree on a sprawled out blanket, while a little yellow bird was eagerly chirping at her.

He watched for quite a while, just drinking in the beautiful sight; the way the afternoon sunlight played with the color of her hair and formed a warm halo around her made his heart feel so much softer. It was that same softness he saw within her as she fed the bird a few seeds from a small Tupperware box out of the picnic basket she had with her. The soft clatter of the water in the nearby fountain made the whole scene so.. delicate. Oh, how he wished the world was kind enough to allow her to be soft like this more often. She had made leaps of progress ever since she came to the mansion, but he didn’t fault her for hiding back in her armor when the world around them could still be so scary, so against them. At least the animals around her, the cats, the birds; those always seemed to appreciate her softness and reward it with kindness in return. Much more so than any given stranger on the street, anyway. He slowly approached, and the little yellow bird flew off with a chirpy song as his sudden appearance. He sat down beside her on the picnic blanket, tail immediately wrapping itself around her waist

"Hi, Süße. You found a lovely little place here. It's so serene," Kurt purred softly, a sound that only intensified when she leaned against him and took one of his hands into her own to press a soft kiss to the back.

"All the better to have a lovely little picnic, as a thank you for all you do for me," Miranda said softly, reaching over to the basket and pulling out the lunch dishes she had prepared. Silent comfort lingered between the two as they ate and sat close to each other. “Managed to make most of this without setting the kitchen on fire, for once,” Miranda laughed.

“So Rogue helped?” “Yeah- hey, wait, why was Rogue your first guess?”

“She likes you,” Kurt mused, “something about finally having a sister, yknow, since you’re dating me?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the redness that appeared on her cheeks because of that, pressing a soft kiss to the cheek close to him.

“She’s never considered anyone else I’ve dated as a potential sister,” he whispered to her, chuckling just a little as Miranda all but face planted into his shoulder, “I’m just saying. Please don’t ever think she doesn’t like you, okay?”

“I’ll try. You know I don’t often get a say in what my mind decides to go wild about.”

“I know.”

They continued their meal in comfortable silence, and Kurt wondered to himself if it was even possible that he was still feeling like he fell in love with her a bit more each day. Of course she sought out a place as serene as this to quiet a mind that always seemed to be overflowing, and for her to constantly allow him access to all the places she uses to hide away in? It was such a showing of the trust she had in him that it left him reeling every single time. His tail pulled her a little bit closer to himself, needing to feel her close. So often had he fought for the attention and affection from a variety of people that either couldn’t or wouldn’t return the favor. Miranda’s true declarations of love were soft, maybe, but as he had been on the receiving end of just cold, calculated indifference… her opening her heart and her safe spaces to him spoke volumes. She gave his arm a very light tap as she got up, and he followed her over to the fountain. She leaned her arms on the rim, arms slightly crossed, and he mimicked her pose while listening to the soft rustle of the water features. “I would throw a coin in for a wish, but…” Miranda mused, slightly pointing over to a sign that heavily encouraged people to not drop coins into the fountain, “them’s the rules, you know. Once they put up the donation box they have planned for this place I’ll just put it in there.”

“Good thinking,” Kurt purred softly, taking one of her hands into his own, “what would you wish for?”

“If I say that, it won’t come true, silly,” she laughed, adjusting her grip on his hand so she could bring it up to press a kiss to it.

A flicker of mischief lit up in Kurt’s glowing eyes, his tail easily lifting her and putting her down on the rim of the fountain; made it easier for him to get between her legs just to close the gap between them and steal a proper kiss.

“C’mon,” he lightly whined as they broke apart, “tell me?”

Her eyes sparkled in return, the mysterious smile on her face still warming his heart as she lightly booped him on the nose; “no. I’m not risking this one not coming true, my angel.”

The same hand that had booped him now rested on his jawline, her thumb lightly brushing over his cheek before she gently guided him back to her; pressing her lips back to his in a soft, affectionate kiss. Somehow, it felt like she was sealing her wish with that kiss.

"I knew you'd be here."

Miranda looked away from the lake water she had been staring at for a while, shivering for a moment when she felt Kurt's warm hand gently being placed on her shoulder.

He sat down next to her, tail immediately anchoring itself around her waist line.

"Rough day?"

"Rough week," Miranda muttered, leaning over enough so that her head rested to his upper arm, "been trying for like a whole day to feel like a person again."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Kurt said softly, gently wrapping an arm around her only to silently usher her into his lap and embrace. She felt so cold- how long had she been sitting out here?

Miranda shivered against him, pressing herself closer as his warmth very poignantly reminded her of how cold she actually felt. She felt his arms close around her, how he gently tucked her head under his chin.

"Do you..." Kurt started, lightly running a hand over her back, "want to talk about it?"

"I... I don’t know. I guess... I guess I'm just afraid this is all a dream I'm going to wake up from one day. That one day I wake up back in that hellish apartment, alone, and that all this was just something my brain conjured up in the early hours of the morning. Everything feels unreal, me included."

Listening to her words, Kurt pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. That explained why she was holding on to him like she was afraid he would vanish as soon as she let go.

"It is real, Mir. All of it. Our love, our home, our friends. You're safe here, I promise. You won't wake up some day in your life from before."

"You're right," she whispered in his shoulder before allowing herself to breathe in the warm, familiar scent of her lover; allowing it to ground her mind, "that’s why I came out here. The rush of the water has always been a better sound to listen to than the nonsense my head spews sometimes. Thank you, for coming to find me."

"Of course," Kurt softly assured, "you'd do the exact same for me. Miranda, you have given me something incredibly precious; your heart. I intend to keep it safe like you do for mine "

They sat there a little while longer, listening to the waves of the lake softly rustle their way onto the shoreline. Kurt slowly readjusted his grip on his lover, gently picking her up and getting up himself.

"Come on, Süße. Let's go home; curl up in bed as watch some lighthearted comedy movie. Sound good?"

"Sounds divine," Miranda whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, "thank you. You're my hero."

Kurt purred ever so lightly at the kiss to his cheek, before whisking her off to the comfort of his room. He settled down in bed with her, tail lazily handing him the remote to the tv in the room before coiling back around her waist.

It took a bit of channel hopping before he found a comedy he could leave on, softly playing with the waves of her hair as he only paid half attention to the tv.

"Thank you," Miranda mumbled.

"For what?"

"Saving me from myself. I swear, I'm my own biggest enemy. Sometimes I wonder if you were better off saving a classic damsel in distress," she chuckled a little, and the sound made his heart flutter in his chest, "but.. thank you. For always being there when I need you. I mean it; you are my hero."

"What kind of superhero would I be if I didn't come save the love of my life from the cold and the thoughts on her mind?" Kurt asked, pressing another kiss to her head, "I love you, Miranda. I'll always come running if you need me. I swear."

He could feel her cuddle up against him, nestling herself in his embrace like she always did when she was tired, so it was no surprise to him that mere moments later he heard her breathing slow down- she had fallen asleep. Purring softly to keep the cozy level as high as he could, Kurt's eyes flicked to the tv even if he was barely paying attention to the movie.

".... Even if you did get stuck in a classic damsel in distress scenario, I'd come get you," he muttered to himself, "if that ever happens again they're not keeping me in here like they did last time. I'll come save you: whether from yourself or anyone else. I swear."

His eyes went back down to her, as his fingers softly danced over the back of her shoulder. He thought back to their fountain garden date of last week, the wish she wouldn’t tell him about. Instinct told him it probably had to do something with their love, if she was that sure that she had to keep it to herself for it to come true. He lightly breathed in the ocean scent that lingered in her hair, long since mixed with an undertone of smoke.

“As God is my witness; nothing and no one is going to stop me from loving and protecting you like you deserve. I love you.”

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