#Aoa! kurtty

[mikeellee]

Kurt Darkholme Yandere AU part 3

(Before the kidnapping)

@djinmer4

The world is at peace at least, well, the word in itself is a bit of a trickery one, after all, this peace was conquer by many, many sacrifices and the heroes of this brave new world are not from a romantic tale.

Kurt Michael Darkholme is certainly not a romantic hero(some silly girls call him Byronic hero and Kurt think they are aired head) he survived and sometimes, in his darkest hours, Kurt wonders why he did survive. This was a routine that...change after his new mission.

"Kurt, keep up with the peace, will you?" Raven Darkholme snap at him" I don't have time for you Germanic musings about life and death" her reb painted lips snarled at him and Kurt is too immune to even fake a reaction.

"Sorry, mother, let´s keep with the program, what illegal and dangerous plan are you hatching this time?" Kurt counter back at her in his amused tone.

"You really would think your dear mother would do anything illegal?" Raven asked and as Kurt just nods without missing a beat, Raven smiles and continues "Ah, my boy knows me very well, but it is nothing ....completely illegal, unless we are caught" she smiles in a way that mirrors him(sometimes is a bit unnerving how Kurt and Raven are so alike)

They are hiking towards a city at the top of the mountain, why they are hiking? At this point, Kurt learn to not make to many questions, his mother´s plan always have loopholes to explore, always have a hidden agenda and Kurt and Rogue learn to just accept this.

"Do your sister enter in contacted with you?" Raven asked making her concern very well, but Kurt knows her well enough to know she is worried(well, as much his mother let him know her...there´s a huge lap of her past that is 100% unknown for him and Mystique has no desire to fix that)

"Ever since the fiasco with Magneto? Well, Rogue is dealing better than I give credit for..." Kurt's voice is lack of warmth, the memory of his sister crying for such low man is not pleasing "but she is still alive, just heartbroken"

"I heard that he is creating a mutant only state and many are following his words, he is a charismatic leader, I give him that, anyway, I decided to create my own state for mutants and humans" she said smiling now " Erik wasn´t pleased that I decided to open the gates for humans...I told him where to put his opinions" Raven answers proudly.

"I´m sure Rogue will feel vindicated, mother," Kurt said.

"Yes, I know I fail Rogue...I was a bitter woman when Erik and Rogue" there´s a loud sigh and Kurt prefer to not know much about the relationship between Magneto and his mother(although he has some ideas and none were pleasing) "But I´m her mother, I´m your mother and I´ll kill anyone who hurts my sons"

"I´m touched" his words are too neutral to be taken as sincerely or just plain sarcastic, Raven didn´t seem to bother. Then as they continue to walk, Kurt decides to ask something, since his dear mother is in the mood to talk  "Mother, when you realize you love Irene?"

This prompt Raven to halt and look at her son, no, more like gazing(golden eyes and scarlet eyes, unreadable for any other eyes)

"Well, I meet her before the Apocalypse, she was a blind mutant ...she was such a naive and cheerful woman, often seen the good in everything..." Raven speak fondly and is a rare occurrence for Kurt" I need to protect her, so many people take advantage of her, you know how this world is ugly, no matter if Apocalypse is dead, the ugliness remains" Kurt just nods knowing full well how ugly this word can be  " I take her to the cabin and we raise Rogue and you there...she could see the future and told me she was expecting me"

"You...kidnap her?" the words were spoken carefully, Kurt always knew that Mystique meet Kurt´s biological father and the meeting wasn´t nice, by all meaning of the word Irene and Raven are his family.

"No, I protected her" Mystique deem the conversation over her and then noticed the weather "Kurt, the winter is coming soon, you should wear something warm"

"I´m already fuzzy, " this did little to persuade his mother in stop with her antics, she now fixing his jacket mimicking a mother who is fixing her son´s uniform for the first day at school.

"Kurt, whatever plan you trace for yourself, I´ll always back you up, just promise you won´t sleep with Magneto"

"Rest assure, mother, this is a family tradition I have no desire to follow"

"Good, now," she said and the travel continues in silence, they spot the city´s gate and Kurt could see the hospital´s tall building and many residential houses. Life is flourishing once again(and did little to hide the unsightliness of the past.)

[kurtty-drabbles]

Sometimes I feel the neee to write more for Kurtty.

Like more Amalgm au

Chruch AU

And etc

Like small one shots.

I do (did?) That for Zaorva aka Lovecraftian! Kitty well why not for more aus.

[bamfoftheundead]

Couldn't figure out a proper ending so just take this

@dannybagpipesarecalling @mikeellee @muninandhugin

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UNhGN6Di_MDcuegDT3HGI_KgceWe9aeJbJJNxndV0fc/edit?usp=drivesdk

My brain is all over the place, can't think straight or write or even sit down to write ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[niuniente]

Happy Holidays to @kurtty-drabbles for providing us so many Kurtty little ficlets every year!

[djinmer4]

It’s Over (X-Men)

Why did I read Christmas stories thinking it would cheer me up?  It had the exact opposite effect.

“Did the two of you tell your parents everything that happened this week?”  Two faces beamed up at Nightcrawler, one blue with fangs, the other rounded with blue eyes.  “We did!” a duet of cheerful voices called out.

“I told Mommy about acing my test this week.”  One voice was brash and confident.

“And I told my parents about the new friends I made.”  The other was softer and uncertain.

“Gut, gut.  The two of you can go wait in the car while Daddy tells your parents about grown-up things, okay?”  When the 2nd grader and the kindergartener had happily returned to the car and gotten out of the wind, Kurt turned to the three gravestones in front of him.  Four of the roses from his bouquet went on the grave of his late wife.  The other eight were laid on the headstone that said ‘Kitty Pryde.  Beloved friend and mother.  She will be missed.’

Having done that, the German turned to stare at the one grave he hadn’t honored.  “I thought I was fine, as long as she was happy with you.  But you couldn’t even manage that, you piece of shit?

“All the fighting, all the times we saved the world.  Watching her geek out over every new thing in the world of electronics or shame a mob just by talking to them.  Letting her coax me into the spotlight, into becoming a leader.

“But who am I now in this world without her?  Petty and dull and full of doubts.  Oh, what does it matter, it’s already done?  Now I’ve got to be here for your daughter and my son.”

Kurt’s shoulders slumped and his voice lost the hard edge of anger, though it was still saturated with bitterness.  “You’ve won and she chose you and she loved you and she’s gone.  It’s over, isn’t it?  Why can’t I move on?”  Yellow eyes narrowed one last time at the gravestone and his fangs flashed into a snarl.  But in the end, all the energy drained out of the current leader of the X-Men.  He turned around and trudged back to the car, carefully putting on the mask of stability that the two children inside needed on.

He couldn’t afford to grieve, not while they depended on him.

[campionsayn1]

84 reason and you are always worth It with kurtty D.

Her fingers are so soft and careful against his face that it’s amazing that he can tell that they’re there at all. And being drugged up on morphine for the pain in his hands from that shrapnel in the explosion his world’s Iceman had set off–being able to feel anything at that point was a miracle.Miss Pryde is trustworthy. That is also a miracle to recognize, out of his head with groggy memories surfacing with the liquid happy and numb rushing through him by way of an actually sterile IV.He can’t remember the last time he had the need to have someone else trim his facial hair. Maybe it was on that porch in Alaska with the wolves howling at the quarter moon, with Linda taking scissors meant for fingernails to his face while waiting for the water to boil for their tea. Maybe it was the night after that sudden flooding in the “safe” zone for the people of his world, after pulling them out of collapsing houses and the topmost branches of trees; Bobby had said, “You look way older than you are. It’s creepy. Want help with a trim?” Kurt groaned from the relief of the last of the beard he had grown in the medical bay falling away, Kitty’s hands easily picking up the long hairs and depositing them in the trash. Wiping away the excess that had fallen around his head and breathing steady while making sure he was comfortable.When she picked up the scissors and began her way back upstairs, he had the lack of enough of his usual mind to ask ‘why?’She turned a little and addressed him pleasantly, eyes ghosting over him and answer honest, “Logan doesn’t notice small things like what makes people comfortable. It didn’t seem like he was going to cut your beard when you didn’t ask for it, but in all the time you’ve been here, I’ve never seen you with more than a few extra whiskers. It seemed worth it to try.”Red eyes, sliding closed with each word she gave freely, blinked at her and he wasn’t even surprised at the answer to that leaving him of his own volition before he could second-guess himself; before he fell asleep for what must have been the tenth time in just the last day, “Thank you.”

[mikeellee]

AoA Kurtty.

“I mean...you took that guy down in less than 2 minutes and...didn´t break a sweat, that´s hot” Ariel states to a now very amused Kurt Darkholme. Peace and rebuilding does not mean Utopia and crimes still happen and Rogue is now the one leading the X-men who are dealing with the tragic of weapons (Apocalypse de-power many mutants and a mad scientist managed to take those powers and turn into weapons) “Not bad for a man of your age” she concludes.

Kurt Darkholme is not phased by this line in the slightest. “Yeah, way better than the new students. Wanna know my favorite thing about you?” Kurt Darkholme asked as they are about to end with the boss of this organization. Rogue gave then license to kill the person (the new Era is peaceful and laws are in place to stop the anarchy to take over)

“Of course”

“Your smile”

“Really?”

“Yeah...we´re about to kill this waste of life and still have this pretty smile”

“Awww”

And well, the boss of the organization is not saying aww at this exchange. Now, the boss is not saying anything.

Dialogue Prompt

“What’s your favourite thing about me?”

“Probably your smile.”

“Seriously?”

“Okay fine, I love how you can kill a man in only two seconds.”

-Mod Katie @Lovelykat23 on Instagram

[mikeellee]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kitty Pryde/Kurt Wagner Characters: Kitty Pryde, Kurt Wagner Additional Tags: Fluff without Plot, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Freeform, Love, I Love You, Bullying Summary:

Just many adventures of Kurtty in many plots and aus I can imagine.

Next will be Kurt Ryder and Kitty Pryde from the Almagverse au.

[mikeellee]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kurt Darkholme/Kitty Pryde Characters: Kurt Darkholme, Kitty Pryde Additional Tags: Nudity, Sex, Freeform, I Don't Even Know, How Do I Tag, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Prompt Fill, Cheating, Infidelity, Sort of happy ending, Kinky sex, a bit of teasing, they bone all night long, tails can have many uses, creepy settings to bone Summary:

COMICVERSE ONESHOT. FAMILIAR, FORBIDDEN URGES ROSE WITHIN HER AS THEIR EYES MET AND HELD. SHE WANTED TO RUN HER FINGERS THROUGH THAT FUR, ACROSS HIS SKIN, TO LOSE HERSELF IN THE DARKNESS THAT ALWAYS SEEMED TO CLING TO HIM. MORE THAN THAT, SHE WANTED HIM TO FULFILL THE SILENT PROMISES IN HIS EYES -- THOSE THAT SPOKE OF PLEASURE, OF PASSION, AND OF ESCAPE. (AOA!KURTTY. ROMANCE, ANGST.)

[bamfoftheundead]

Have some tarot kurtty, inspired by my new tarot deck and an old sketch

They prolly aren’t all that accurate for their character but it’s my personal opinion

Seems abt right don't it

@mikeellee @dannybagpipesarecalling

[kurtty-drabbles]

Not a princess au

N/A: slightly based on Magnus bride with the exception that Ariel is not Chise. Chise is too depressed.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @tieflingteeth @niuniente

In her childhood´s memories, among the smells of sweet pies and other desserts, are the stories her grandmother used to share-everyone coming together near the matriarchy as she often flashes a pearl white smile- and Ariel can recall many of her stories.

And one that stood up the most was the small tale of poor and miserable faes. “Granny” Ariel greets her granny who just closed the window-muttering how the winter finally arrives- and hugs the smaller girl. “Tell me a story, please!” and dramatically begs with her doe eyes. Her granny compliance.

“Ok, ok…since you asked so nicely” she puts the girl in her lap and tells the old story. “Once upon a time…there´s a lovely woman. A fae as only a fae could reach such beauty” she chuckles as Ariel is trying to imagine a pretty fae. “and it was a beauty the Gods offer to her. Beauty is a gift for a fae. And such beauty was meant to marry the Fae prince, a prince from the light court, you know, the typical handsome fae prince” and Ariel is trying to imagine such a handsome man.

“However, the lovely fae falls for another, see, faes can love…but is a rarity in itself, so rare that maybe she wasn´t in love…maybe it was something else” granny tiptoe on the terms. Ariel rolls her eyes and mentions it was lust (it was lust, granny, I get it) “anyway, she decides to e with the mortal…faes must love tragedy stories and their own arrogance because such beauty thought she wouldn´t face the consequences”

“But she did…”

“Oh, Ariel…she did. The prince wasn´t very happy with his bride wanting to marry a human…and patience sometimes can be forsaken in the fae world…so, he put a curse on her” and granny´s eyes turn dark. “after sending some friends to visit this poor human. It doesn´t matter if he was innocent…faes can be cruel and the mortal begs for death in the end…not sure if it was answered”

“Poor silly mortal”

“And the beauty fae …is cursed. She can´t touch anyone or anything ever again” Her granny concludes as Ariel keeps imaging the fate of such poor and foolish fae.

“And her family move away and never talk about it?” Ariel asked. Now, that´s a good question.

“Her brethren were exiled of the court and are freely walking among humans…an exiled fae is common. But a fae who has a cursed relative is as rare as a fae loving a human…bad omen! An extremely bad omen will follow them until the end” and Ariel is hang up on those words.

“And the Gods did nothing?”

“Pretty much”

“What bastards!”

“Kitty!”

“We´re Jewish…we can say that” and winks in the conspiracy. Granny chuckles at this. And the Granny elects herself to be an accomplice. The rocking chair remains a completely unmoving-a paradox for Ariel only- and the tale continues.

“Now, you must be worried…what this means to humans? Exiled faes are dangerous and they will do anything to get your name…faes don´t play fair and exiled faes can break even more rules” The granny continues.

“And …if they have a cursed relative…they have no reason to play nice either” Ariel nods sagely and granny suggests to never give her name until you have absolutely sure the person won´t use against you. _________________________________________________________________________________________

The city is flocking with several mutants and humans. No festival is on the horizon, but, the higher spirits, sometimes, don´t need a holiday to commemorate. Ariel is one of the few people taking the scene with suspicious eyes. As her friend, Bobby is guiding her far away from the number of people.

They´re reaching a yellow path-yellow. Not golden- as Bobby is promising something wonderful down the road. Bobby is chatting away- too freely. Too used to his own voice- while Ariel is merely taking his words still careful. In a moment, Ariel sighs and suspends her moves and utters a few words- with her hand on her pocket- “you know, you can stop acting…I know you´re not him, fae” and she can feel the tomfoolery smile often associated with Bobby is gone.

“How did you notice it?” the tone is more feminine now. Still wearing Bobby´s face with one big difference. The eyes are golden now. Ariel didn´t reach closer of the fae- still, keep a safe distance- and responds.

“You flirt with me and other ladies…Bobby is gay” no apologizes was given nor was expected. The fae snaps her fingers and hissed something. “I forget to see this detail, well, it doesn´t matter…you´ll come with me” is order and Ariel can only frown her expression.

“Why? Why should I willingly go to a trap?”

And the fae offers a cruel smile to Ariel. “If you don´t value your friends´ life. We can keep Jubilation Lee” cold runs through her blood now. Ariel still has her hand in the pocket and has no choice in following the fae.

Faes don´t lie. In the promising space-a pocket dimension stops being a novelty when you live in a world where magic is so convenient- and hanging above on a cage. There is Jubilation Lee.

“Ariel!” she cries. “They trick me. She´s a shapeshifter…I thought…I thought she was Wolverine…I thought she was Laura…” and Ariel can see why Jubilation would fall for this trick. Crushes are a favorite weapon faes like to use against mortals.

Laura, she thought, would be happy to know her crush is not onesided…after she kills the faes.

And Ariel had enough. Taking a knife out of her pocket and twisting her arms- twisting her arms- puts the knife, an iron knife as the blue fae can feel, on her neck. “Bad choice, let Jubs go and you´ll still have a head above your neck!” is a thinly veiled threat. No, is a promise.

Ariel almost gasps as she feels a cold metal. Her does eyes manage to side back enough so the vision of this new welcomer is clear. An azzure man with crimson eyes- a red scar on his right eye- and is holding the sword firmly.

“Let go of the knife and you´ll still have a head above your neck” no one seems to acknowledge the fact those words are being parroted into Ariel´s face.

Flight or fight kicks in. Faes don´t lie…but can deceive.

“And why I would do this?” she tries again. Smirking as the knife stays- grimacing as the sword did too- “so I can watch you torture my friend? pass”

“We don´t want to torture anyone” the azzure man begins. Not the warmest line. “We´re here to make a trade” and she could show more interest if the sword wasn´t so well-positioned and so near her neck.

Ariel looks up to see Jubilation Lee. Ariel has no choice but to listen to their terms. “You work for me and I´ll burn her name out of our memories” and Ariel exhales as she slowly takes the knife away from the azzure lady´s neck.

“Swear by your real name?” Ariel counter-asked.

“Swear by my name” he responds. The azzure lady burns the name, only after Ariel agrees with the terms. “What should I call you?”

“Nightcrawler,” he said somewhat proud.

“Oh, worm?”

“Uhm, not a princess” his eyes travel to his mother- he called her mother when the deal was made- and then tries again. “Kurt”

“So not like a princess” _______________________________________________________________________________________

Looking up at the cottage. Is not the most luxurious place Ariel has ever seen- and to be fair, she didn´t saw many either- however, is not ugly by design.  Ariel could enjoy the architecture in peace if this situation wasn´t so bizarre.

Her hands are quivering ever so slightly. Faes can be deviants. Faes can do unimaginable things and faes value human life as much one would value poop.

Kurt only took one good look at her to know what´s on her mind. “I only need someone to clean my house. Just that” and yes, her hands stop quivering and her eyes take his form completely incredulous.

“Uhm, you could have used the Craiglist” Ariel suggested in a teasing way. “Pretty sure is not that expensive and it is not as complex as using my friend as bait” she states still incredulous.

“What´s a craigslist?” either he´s joking or he has no idea what is a craigslist. Ariel decides for her sake to not press the issue. For now.

She sighs and then inquiries again. “I´ve read many fairytales, and I know there´s always a forbidden room I mustn´t enter or else” she mock an ominous voice here. In front of a fae with crimson eyes. “so, which room I mustn´t waltz at night” she crosses her arms waiting.

“The last door on the second floor. You shouldn´t enter there” Kurt begins. Ariel grins, there´re always secret or forbidden doors humans can´t cross.

“And if I waltz there…” she pries.

And Kurt´s face is a bit too close to Ariel. “Katzchen, what reason could you have to want to join into my bed at night?” and tsked “not what a normal princess would say”

Ariel´s face is heating up. “Sir, how dare make any suggestion…I´m a decent lady” and raise an eyebrow at his last comment. “and princesses are too boring for little old me” ______________________________________________________________________________________________

Friendships among mutants are hard, at least, for Bobby Drake it was. Maybe, it was his immaturity and his silly pranks that prove hard to others to rely on him-Scott said so once. Pranks are nice, but, you need to know when to stop- therefore, the few friends Bobby has…the Iceman tries to be as much of a good friend as possible.

Shaking and swallowing aren´t signals to be ashamed. Not being behind Jubilation Lee. Bobby is not ashamed of anything nor afraid. Jubilation rings the doorbell and Ariel is the one to answer and Bobby-never one to be subtle- breath in utter relief- the two ladies ignore this scene.

“Hey, we come here to see you…” Jubilation tries to put her cheerful facade, but, she´s still feeling guilty. “We´re trying to find a way to take you out…There are many lawyers for cases like this…and Jean even promised to help” Jubilation completes.

“Guys, I´m fine…I´m just his maid here, nothing salacious is happening here” Ariel promised. “Are you alright?”  this question can be direct to Jubilee or Bobby.

“You´re living with a fae…and you ask if we´re fine? Ariel…” Jubilee shakes her head. A change in the subject is in order now.

“How did you found me?”

“Bobby here” she points to the Ice-mutant. “slept with the higher-ups in the Inhuman court and they´re happy to give your location…sadly, they can only do this…for now” she lost bits of enthusiasm.

Iceman decides to break the silence. “Ariel, do you know who this fae is?”

“A fae with red eyes?” is a lucky guess if you ask Ariel.

“No, he´s an exiled fae…and exiled faes are the worst…remember the story about exiled faes? The most famous one is about a pretty fae that should have married another prince fae but well…she had cold feet and well…” he looks awkward now. “no one gets a happy ending”

And this story sounds familiar. ________________________________________________________________________________________

“Uhm, are you sure, handsome?” Ariel reacted to that request as any normal person would. “I´m not the best cooker and I think there´re many on Craiglist who would love to work for a fae with crimson eyes” her tone is teasing. Kurt is not commenting on this.

“Well, unless you´re a princess and you can´t do this chore” and he smiles. No, more like sneers and Ariel has mixed feelings about this. Either Kurt loves princesses or he hates them-the image of him being rejected by a princess plays in her mind- and she notices how he´s expecting a reaction from his words.

“Why this obsession with me being a princess? I told you before, no blue blood in my family” The Prydes lived well, but, no one would look at them and think they´re nobility.

“Every woman wants to be a princess” and adds. “the gods said so”

“Gods are dicks” is her intelligent response. For a moment, Ariel thought he would get angry-faes worship some deities here and there- and maybe Kurt will take offense to her words.

Instead, he smiles too pleased. “They´re. Can you cook?”

And in her mind, Ariel made a delicious meal worthy of a king, of course, in reality, the food is badly burned and too salty. Kurt can´t take a bite and neither does Ariel.

“Yeah…not a princess” he agrees and snaps his fingers as decent food appears at the table.

“You can…you can made food but still needs a maid to clean your house?”

“No”

“Why am I here then?”

“Your food is getting cold”

“Curse you and your delicious magic food”

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How long is Ariel working for this strange exiled fae? hard to know, hard to care. Lately, Ariel is taking each detail of the cottage and from the owner as much she can. For example, the sour azzure man likes to be in his study room, doing gods know what, but often leaves at some time to the woods, and Ariel is left wondering what he does there.

In the study room, she has permission to clean-she blushes as the insinuation of his room and Ariel entering still plays in her mind- when she can notice two things: first and foremost, the room is immaculate. And second, there´s a painting a lovely woman with auburn hair and white streak.

Ariel comes closer and inspects the painting. The name Rogue is written bellow. She almost touches it. Almost. “That´s my sister” his voice draws in and Ariel is too used now. “I had a sister once…” and Ariel can nod in sympathize.

His eyes bore into Ariel. “Aren´t you thinking anything weird about me and my sister…”

“No, you big dummy, you look just like I do when I mentioned my granny…she passed away…she used to tell me stories” Ariel reveals this piece of information.

“Oh, is that….because I´m a fae…mortals seem to think I´ve no sense of family or love” and is the softest tone she ever listens to him responding. “family and faes are different from humans, so, of course, my family is different from the others faes…”

“Is just you and your mother now?”

“Yes, just me and my mother…she didn´t take Rogue´s demise so well…no one did” and he adds looking at her. “she was supposed to marry this prince but Rogue refused and the Gods” Ariel can see him gritting his teeth. Showcasing his fangs. “decide to punish her”

“Gods are jerks”

“Yes, they´re…and you´re not a princess”

“I´ll try not to cry on my pillow tonight. I promise” ________________________________________________________________________________________

Kurt found Ariel doing the laundry-Kurt did help as she berates him saying his hand wouldn´t fall if he did his share- when rubbing his neck Kurt makes a strange request. “Would you like to see my sister?” and Ariel never heard of a tombstone for faes, then again, it doesn´t matter.  "of course…should I bring something?“

Kurt shakes his head.

The walking didn´t take more than 5 minutes. And soon, Ariel is looking at the statue of Rogue-maybe that´s how faes pay respect-and Kurt is the one to break the silence in a weak tone. So different from the first day.

“That´s my sister. She´s blessed with beauty to marry a prince fae. The Gods thought it would be funny to make her fall in love with a mortal…and it would be hilarious to punish her…” and taking a deep breath he adds. “she´s not dead…she´s cursed. The statue is my sister”

Ariel looks at the statue and back to Kurt. “And that´s why I´m here? to break this curse?” inquires back Ariel not seeing how she, of all people, could do this. She has no magic and as she proves time and time again. Not a princess.

“The Gods have a strange sense of humor. Only the tears of a lady that refused any form of being a princess can save my sister. Your tears can restore her life…you more than once rejected the life of a princess” Kurt answers.

“My tears?” she gazes up to the statue and then re-direct her attention to Kurt. “ok, tell me something sad, Kurt, make me cry and I´ll try to save your sister”

Kurt blinks as his mouth opens freely. “I was married once…my wife was devoured as a part of a sick joke” Ariel holds his hand -is really soft like velvet- and he carries on. “my biological father abused my mother in some form…I never asked for details and she´ll never give it to me…I was in more wars than you can imagine…and I miss my sister. My family is smaller and strange, but, is my family and I missed them” and her tears fall right after this admission. Slowly but surely.

Rogue blinks her eyes. Rogue is no longer a statue. _________________________________________________________________________________________

Being turned into a stone and then being brought back to life is a feeling only Rogue can fully understand. Mystique is trying to console as much as she can- Kurt too. The two azzure aren´t very affable, but, are trying- and Rogue asked about the mortal she was forced to love. “he´s no longer alive…I promised” and Rogue takes his word.

He could trap Ariel, couldn´t he? She made no demands nor deals when she cries to save his sister. He could make her stay here forever. “Be careful when doing deals with faes…you´re free to go”

“I´m free…that´s great, and that´s great your sister is back…look” she then whispers as she is about to reveal a secret. “next time, if you really need a maid…use Craiglist and not try to blackmail anyone to help you” Ariel teases him but her eyes have some seriousness to it.

“I´ll try…” is the best he can promise to her.

“Good, and if you want to visit me or if you want me to visit you…no need to tricks…just shows up and say hi, ok?”

“That I can do it”

She´s not a princess by any means and yet, she´s far more interesting than one.

[bamfoftheundead]

Since y’all seem to like my dumb doodles here’s some AOA kurtty doodles that I never rlly finished, didn’t like the way they looked

@niuniente i love your short haired kitty w/ arm gloves, it’s a good look on her

Ariel may be a badass but she's still kitty 😤

[bamfoftheundead]

Some random drabble that came to me while I was out workin with my aunt, it all started bc I read somewhere some guy said that he "looked 30 by the time he was 16" and it reminded me of darkholme. It was suppose to be funny but it took a sad-ish turn

@mikeellee and @dannybagpipesarecalling if you're interested

Enjoy

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" Uhhhh 40? 45? " Kitty answers innocently as darkholme chokes on the beer he'd been nursing for the past hour

" excuse me? WAS? did I hear you correctly? " The man chokes out as he wipes the german beer from his fur. Kitty flusters for a moment before breaking into a fit of tipsy giggles. Darkholmes jaw goes slack as the woman falls forward, arms crossed laughing flat out into the table, and at him.

" i-im sorryyyy " she squeals even harder into her arms.

Kurt's ears pull back in defense and partial embarrassment. Did he really look that old?

The jewish woman in front of him barely recovers before twisting open a new bottle and pouring its contents into her glass.

" it's just- you look much older than you are, it's probably " she fumbles to twist the cap back on " -probably the stress " finishing the bottle she tosses it into the recycling bin nearby. Darkholme deflates in place, he'd always know he'd looked older than he was, christ by the time he was 16 he'd been seen as a man in his 30s, it was irritating but he hadn't truly cared much for looks since his wife's passing. But now the newest object of his affections sat in front of him telling him how goddamn old he looked.

Kitty shakes her head to rid her drunken self of the giggles as darkholme sank into further into his chair.

" but you were always so attractive no matter- no matter what really " she hiccups as he perks up at the revelation " you have this swar- swau- SAUVE, look that makes you so goddamn foxy "

Leaning back into her chair she eyes him over and smiles, definitely a fox. Now fully re-engaged darkholme leans forward and props up his arms, eager to hear more about his apparent "foxyness"

" -and when you came out of the portal and we had that uh, that 'moment' " she awkwardly plays with her fingers as she recalls his earlier reaction. Darkholme looks away for a moment, regretful. " And after that I saw you, really saw you and I knew you were a different worlds Kurt, but like, I literally thought you were at LEAST a decade older " waving a hand is dismissal she giggles again "not that there's anything wrong with being older of course, I do like older men soooo- "

Darkholme chokes again, the statement leaves him speechless for a second moment. It wasn't like he was that much older than her! Fuck he was only a little bit older than this world's Kurt anyway, he was not old.

" your older but in like, a sexy way. It's not a b-bad thing it's just " she takes another long swig of her glass " well actually it's pretty damn hot " her blunt tone takes darkholme back for a moment as the woman squints at her empty glass, frowning she looks around for a different bottle as darkholme thinks.

Coolly the blue man leans forward and pours his own bottle into her glass, she would need to be absolutely shitfaced for their next conversation.

" Well then Katherine, tell me, why do you think I am *hot* " he knew it was a manipulative tactic but he wanted to hear the words from her. Kitty looks stumped for a moment as she drinks the rest of her glass. Slamming the cup back down the jewish woman leans her head back and stares up at the ceiling, solemnly.

" well, i- I think it's because your,,,, your you " playing with her cup she smiles as darkholmes heart stills. " It doesn't matter where or when Kurt's from it's him, it'll always be him and i ... I'll always love him " her eyes stare at the table as her tone shifts quietly.

Frowning the brunette suddenly shakes her head

" no it's not just that, not t-that. Your Kurt, you are but your you, you're darkholme, not wagner. But I- " grimacing she squeezes her glass as the man leans forward

" yes? " He asked gently, needing to hear her answer

" but I, I like you too. It doesn't matter who because I still like you, I .... might even love you "

Kitty laughs soberly as she slides a hand through her hair, laughter shifting into a sad grunt. Darkholme leans back in his chair as well, overwhelmed by his find. His heart beats painfully in his chest as he thinks carefully of his words

" it's stupid, f-e-rget it "

' NO! I mean ... It's alright, I like you too "

His tone lightens as he leans forward and gently places a hand over her own. Surprised kitty looks up and sees her reflection in the blood red eyes of her partner, her friend. Darkholme leans forward, hopeful and somewhat tipsy. Kitty freezes as he grows closer, leaning into her face and gently brushing his lips against hers. Darkholme waits for her to move, to accept what was happening and most of all, him.

Jittery she slides her thumb over his hand and kisses him. Darkholme removes his hand from hers and immediately slides a free arm around her waist. Uncomfortable with the position darkholme pulls kitty forward and watches delighted as she phases through the table. He pulls her onto his lap and holds her as tight as he can as she slides both arms around his shoulders. Pulling away he looks back into her eyes, he wouldn't let this be some drunken mishap or mistake, it had to be real. Instead pulls her close against him, pressing his face into her shoulder as she buries her face against his neck.

They sit there together for some time, not a word passes between the two. Darkholme feels a small wet sensation on his neck, she's crying. His heart freezes and doubt ravages him.

Kitty cries as she clings to the blue mutant underneath her. Fear and doubt claw their way into her mind. She thought of Kurt, her Kurt. This wasn't right, she couldn't just betray him like this. Her stomach clenched with guilt and cheap beer as her mind ran, Kurt would hate her if he'd found out about them, about darkholme. She knew it wasn't right, it shouldn't have felt so right, that she should wait for her Kurt to come back. And that's what she had been doing for so long, it hurt so much. The fear of betraying her first love, the fear is losing a second one- she couldn't take it. Kitty wasn't sure she could survive if she lost darkholme, she'd already lost Kurt and a part of herself the day the man had died but darkholme .... God she couldn't do it

She tries to pull away from his grasp -too drunk to fully rely on her mutation a second time- but the blue man resists. He holds her waist and further presses his face into her shoulder. Kitty squeezes his shirt and feels his own trembling.

As she turns to pull away she hers a sound that nearly breaks her. She feels a few drops of liquid on her shoulder -what she assumed to be beer at first- and came to the startling realization that darkholme, the god hating man was crying, he was fucking crying. No longer held back she lets herself collapse against him. His sobs are small and hard to hear but she can feel them.

Pulling back she looks at the man with watery brown eyes and gently takes his chin into her hand and guides his face. Wet golden eyes meet her own. His brow is furrowed in frustration and his fangs are made known. They see each other and kitty gently takes her other hand and slides it up his cheeks, wiping away his tears as they soak into his furry cheeks. It was obvious darkholme wasn't a crier and kitty was certain she'd never see him like this again. The things alcohol could do to a person was truly amazing. Still holding his face she pulls him close to her, his bigger nose pressing into the corner of hers as their lips meet again.

This time kitty doesn't let go, his fangs press against her bottom lip and she doesn't let go. Darkholme slides a hand through her hair, keeping the other firmly around her waist to ground himself. The two mutants sit together like this for some time, taking in their presence and filling themselves with each other.

Darkholme holds her this time, he doesn't push her away, he doesn't yell, he doesn't let go.

" I may even love you as well, kätzchen "

[mikeellee]

@djinmer4

AoA kurtty

Uhhh my kinda ship trope

Evolve to this:

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Lol joining ship dynamic memes lol

[bamfoftheundead]

Kitty @ the beach: hey look! It's a rock crab!

Darkholme, instinctually: a rab!

Wagner: a cock!

Wagner: wait-

[niuniente]

This has sat a year in my wip folder, but finally I had a moment to finish it! This is heavily inspired by @kurtty-drabbless fic NOIR.