#Kurt Wagner x OFC

[bigimango]

Logan should just take Kurt with him when he goes off into the mountains

[faerieomenart]

An X-men sketch dump (ft. older doodles of myself idk idk). :)) Of course Kurt makes the most appearances. My fav doodle is probably sleepy Kurt in the second sketch page. This was when I was drawing him as a silly guy because later I try something else and idk if it works out lol.

Gave Jubilee some dimple piercings!! and ofc Kurt has one ear pierced. Also more shirtless Gambit doodles coming soon. Thank you X-men 97 for Morph and Logan, and the comics for Kurt and Logan also. I wish I would've added Ororo to the banter buddies, purely because I know she'd be lovingly roasting them alive. We love her. <3

I'm truthfully not happy with many of these doodles, but I'm posting them anyway, because I need to share my love for the X-men right now!! I feel like I'm going insane aisjisjis.

Idk when I finished these rip lol.

[cringe-but-proud]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade reacting to his gender neutral crush kissing him because they're so in love with him before apologising when they realised what they just did please?

Ofc!!

X-Men with a gn!crush!Reader who suddenly kisses them 🤯🤯🤯

Includes: Remy LeBeau, Wade Wilson, Logan Howlett, and Kurt Wagner

A/n: I love them a normal amount. This took me a long time to write because tumblr kept deleting all of my work 😋😋😋 But, it’s here now. Hope you freaks annoy it. Requests are OPEN 💜

Remy:

It happens one day when you guys are in the kitchen cooking together

Remy (ever the opportunist) is helping you out by occasionally guiding your hands or gently grabbing your waist/hips whenever he moves past you. And you're definitely not complaining

Overall, the vibes are very flirtatious and cutesy, and you sort of get caught up in it.

After the food is in the oven and Remy is washing dishes, you walk over and kiss him.

Remy damn near drops the bowl he was rinsing, but he manages to keep his cool and almost immediately starts kissing you back

You're the first to pull away because it suddenly clicks for you that you're kissing your friend, so you break the kiss to start apologizing

"What you apologizing for, mon Ami?"

"I kissed you."

"And? I certainly didn't mind."

Remy has liked you for a while. That was pretty obvious to everyone. Everyone except you, since you thought he was just being flirty with you like he was with nearly everyone.

But, that's obviously not the case. He makes sure to make that very clear.

Once all of your feelings are cleared up, Remy pulls you closer to him by your hips and smirks softly. "You wanna try and kiss me again? For real this time?"

His ass did NOT finish those dishes 💀

L ogan:

He comes back from a long mission, exhausted and not really in the mood for dealing with anyone

Well, that is until he sees you walking down the hallway. Then he decides he can maybe deal with one more person.

You're happy to see him back, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace that he didn't know he needed

"Ugh, I missed you!"

“You say that every time I come back from a mission."

"Yeah, because it's true."

He missed you too, but you don't need to know that.

You pull back from him just to lean in and kiss him.

That's probably the last thing he expected you to do. I mean, yeah he really like you, but he'd always been certain that you'd never want a guy like him.

After a moment of shock, he starts kissing you back, arms tightening around you

You pull away to ask "is this okay?" And he doesn’t even let you finish, just pulls you in for another kiss.

Sorry. He’s just wanted this for such a long time.

Wade:

He's liked you for a pretty long time. But, he knows you probably won’t like him back with how he looks. And he tells himself he’s fine with that.

But, since you two have been friends for a while, you get curious. So, you ask if you can see his face.

He agrees eventually and pulls his mask off to show you.

Normally he doesn't get so nervous to show people his real face. But, it's different with you. He doesn't think he can just laugh off your disgust.

When he pulls his mask off and your eyes widen, he immediately assumes the worst

"Yeah. Hideous, I know. Not the chiseled supermodel that I sound like under the-"

"Wade, you're like, hot."

"Excuse me?"

He can't believe it. Actually, he doesn't believe it. After you repeat yourself, he starts telling you that he doesn't need you to lie to him and that's when you cut him off with a kiss.

He pulls away immediately just because of utter shock "Woah! Cool down, hot stuff. What are you doing?"

You tell him you've always liked him, and that you still like him (maybe even like him more) now that he's shown you his face.

He's over the moon.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've been doing this all along!"

"Doing what?"

And then he kisses you again. Heheheheehehehe 👅👅👅

Kurt:

Kurt loves helping you with anything and everything whenever he can. It’s one of the ways he shows his appreciation for you.

So, when you receive a (very minor) injury during training, he’s at your side almost immediately

He drags you away and makes you sit down, treating your small cut as if it were a leg that had fallen off

“Don’t move, Schatz. I will be back with a first aid kit.”

“Kurt, you don’t need to-“

“Stay, please.”

So, you let him patch you up, and he does far too much for a wound that you could probably just slap a bandaid over

But, you don’t mind. You admire him as he’s crouched down to the floor, delicately treating the small cut on your knee

And then he looks up at you with those bright, yellow eyes and he smiles. And you can’t help yourself. You lean down to him and kiss him.

This poor boy is so surprised he can’t do anything. He just freezes up. So, you assume you’ve done something wrong and you pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I thought- I was just-“

“Please do that again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

And you do 🧚‍♀️

[bamfkeeper]

Red...?

RQ: 'Hello! I adored you Dad!Nightcrawler story! And wanted to know if you could make this possible headcanon since it seemed funny. So Kurt's parents are Azazel&Mystique so what if his kid gets traits/mutations from them? (Like it skipped a gen) Like red skin from Azazel or Mystiques abilities/scales. It may be humorous to see/for Kurt to handle' -@aphrodite4lover

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x F!Reader // Warnings: None I think lol.

A/N: I love this, actually. I know his parents were re-written as Mystique & Destiny, but for the sake of this, Kurt's parents are originally Azazel & Mystique. Yes ofc here's some hcs. Added a few things to make it interesting. Also I know that's a red bamf not a baby just pretend it is okay 😭

When your little one came out you were both surprised to see that they weren't blue like expected...but red.

As you held your little one, you were a bit confused, of course. You looked at the red infant, their little body soft but lacking Kurt's fuzz and instead had carefully placed soft scales. They adorned the baby's shoulders and upper arms, cheeks, a little on the forehead, down the spine and shoulder blades, and of course the thighs.

The signature spaded tail was there, and the baby did have three digits like Kurt, but nothing else resembled him at all.

You loved your baby, but you were just a little worried. Kurt wasn't sure what to think either. He knew you hadn't cheated, heavens no. Plus...mutations are random.

Azazel would have a field day if he heard that Kurt's child ended up red instead of blue. The asshole might even make a comment about mating you but...that's a whole other scenario.

The baby always favored you too, which he sort of understood since you were the mother, but your child always cried and he could never soothe them. "Ach, bitte....calm down, you have food and you are clean...why do you cry?" he tries to hard, rocking, bouncing, cradling.

He gets a little jealous when your baby calms instantly when in your arms. "They do not like me, liebling..." he frowns and pouts.

As your little baby grew, they proved themselves to be a little devil indeed. Kurt felt himself being run rampant, the toddler ran after him and Kurt could barely keep up. Your child was slippery and extremely cunning for a toddler.

Kurt tried to help them teleport, assuming your child inherited his mutant ability, but as they watched him disappear and reappear, they instead shifted from a red toddler to a blue one, taking on Kurt's appearance if he were a toddler again.

So...great. No teleporting, red skin, and his mother's ability?

He wasn't upset, just...very surprised. His shock made your baby laugh, giggling in amusement as they continued to shift into different appearances.

Not only people, but they could also shift into animals.

The baby did inherit his wall-crawling. You often found them hanging out on the ceiling, hanging from it and chasing each other around on the walls.

You felt a little insecure or worried, thinking Kurt might have some resentment towards you, even though you had zero control over the development and outcome of your child's mutation. Kurt could tell you felt bad, and he always reassured you.

"Mutations are so strange, liebe...please do not fret. I love unser Kind...they certainly were a chock when they came into the world." he teased lightly, kissing your cheek.

Your child was just as mischevious and troublesome during their teenage years. Very rebellious and the complete opposite of Kurt. It was rather entertaining, the two literally opposites in appearance and interests.

Your child took on a lot of bad habits, displaying both Mystique and Azazel's personality more than your own or Kurt's. It was hard to deal with at first, but you figured they were just trying to find themselves.

Your child struggled with identity, (take with that what you will it can be implied with whatever you like!), the shapeshifting and everything else was hard on them. Also the fact that they looked nothing like either of you made it hard. They felt like a red black sheep, and their behavior was just them trying to deal with it.

After you both sat down and spoke to them, you got to the bottom of why. It was an emotional night for you, Kurt, and your child, but it ended in tearful hugs and many 'I love you's.'

Kurt loves your child no matter what they look like and who they decide to me. They will always come home to you and Kurt.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Image: Amazing X-Men (2014) #1

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Recommendations (Nightcrawler)

This is a list I made with my favorite works I've read about the best X-Men member: Kurt Wagner ♥️

Includes some HCs, One shots, drabbles, etc.

Ofc I'll be updating <3

X-Men HCs By @lumi077

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. By @dinogoofymutated

X-Men 97’ Nightcrawler x Reader By @kayesfanfics

Femreader/ nightcrawler By @kayesfanfics

Sfw! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader. Part2 By @dinogoofymutated

What kind of desert do you think Kurt would like? By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Cute little Bamf By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Mother Nature By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Dating Kurt Wagner would include By @maximoffs-girl

Having a family with Kurt Wagner By @maximoffs-girl

Love letter from Kurt By @anxiousnerdwritings

Movie night with the young X-men By @fandom-------queen

Having a child with Kurt would include @boringbxtch

Social System Error By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

And only the stars will know By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Nightcrawler Smut By @lovelywetdreamer

Yab-Yum By @gentlesinnings-blog

Nachfalter By @gentlesinnings-blog

[blue-devil-of-the-lord]

Voice of an Angel

Kurt Wagner x OFC (Emily Reynolds) Words: 14.5K Warnings: Killing, injuries, bloody stuff , bad cheesy flirting, criticism regarding religion/ God. A/N: Everybody lives, I don't care about canon it jumped out of the window

As Emily pushed open the grand doors, a rush of nostalgia flooded her senses along with that familiar scent that had clung to the building for decades. Despite the years that had passed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over her, accompanied by a subtle smile playing on her lips.

Amidst the bustling corridors, she caught glimpses of students darting about, some offering nods in her direction while others remained absorbed in their own world. Emily understood their indifference; after all, it had been years since she roamed these halls, and she wasn't one to draw attention to herself. Yet, amidst the crowd, there were a few who recognized her, their gazes lingering just a moment longer.

" Emy!" A familiar voice cut through the bustling noise, and Emily's smile widened exponentially as she spotted the figure of her old friend making her way towards her. "Storm." With genuine warmth, she enveloped her friend in a tight embrace, the years melting away in an instant. "God, how long has it been? Three years, four Breaking away from the embrace, Emily kept her hands on Storm's shoulders, the bond of friendship palpable between them. "Add three more, and we're getting closer," she replied with a chuckle.

"I'll never forgive Charles for sending you to Colombia," she muttered, the resentment evident in her tone. Emily's gaze softened. "But you know why I went," Emily replied gently, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on Storm's arm. "There was a surge in mutant appearances. Someone had to lend a hand, and at that moment, I had nothing better to do." A fleeting smile tugged at Storm's lips, despite her lingering frustration. "And I suppose your Spanish is impeccable now," she remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

Emily couldn't resist a playful grin. "You bet. My Spanish has never been sharper, mi amiga." Storm snorted, a mix of exasperation and genuine amusement dancing in her eyes. "I guess you didn't come here just for small talk?" Emily could see a small glimmer of hope in her eyes and was relieved not to have to stifle it. "No, not at all. I've come back home." An honest, broad smile slowly spread across Storm's face. "Does that mean-?"

Emily interrupted with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, waggling her eyebrows for emphasis. "I'm back. And you'll have a hard time shaking me off anytime soon."

Storm burst into laughter, her previous tension melting away as she pulled Emily into another tight embrace. "Come on, we've kept your room untouched. Let's catch up properly."

Emily's heart swelled with warmth at the realization that her friends, her family, had preserved her space, a silent testament to their unwavering belief in her return. Despite the overwhelming urge to accept Storm's invitation and immerse herself in the familiar comfort of her old room, she knew she had to decline.

"I'd love nothing more than that, Storm," she began, her voice tinged with regret as she shook her head gently and placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, "but I'm afraid I'll have to speak with Charles first." A soft sigh escaped Storm's lips, and Emily observed a subtle slump in her friend's posture, but she was met with a small, understanding smile.

"Of course. Come with me," Storm replied, her voice gentle as she gestured for Emily to follow.

Contrary to Emily's expectations, Storm veered away from the typical paths leading to Charles' office or the classrooms, guiding her instead towards the basement. Towards the danger room. Emily's brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could voice her question, Storm sensed her gaze and shot her a knowing look, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

" The professor doesn't partake in the training sessions himself, silly," Storm explained with a chuckle, glancing at Emily from the corner of her eye. "He simply oversees and supervises."

Emily's lips twitched with a mixture of amusement and faux indignation. "Well, excuse me for assuming the great Charles Xavier might don his superhero cape and join in the action," she quipped, though a telltale blush crept up her cheeks. She knew full well the limitations Charles faced with his wheelchair, but the mental image of him engaged in combat training was too absurd not to entertain.

The doors to the monitoring room smoothly slid aside, revealing Charles Xavier seated in front of the console, his presence commanding even from behind the safety glass that separated them from the danger room.

Though his appearance hadn't changed—still bald, still in his wheelchair—his aura of wisdom and compassion remained as strong as ever. Emily's smile widened as Charles turned to greet her, his own expression gentle and welcoming. "Emily. It's good to see you."

" Likewise, Charles," she replied, her voice incredibly soft as she closed the distance between them. With a warmth that transcended mere words, she enveloped him in a heartfelt embrace, which he returned with equal tenderness. In that fleeting moment, tears welled in her eyes.

Charles Xavier had been her guiding light since she was just a frightened ten-year-old, alone and adrift in a world of uncertainty. He had plucked her from the darkness, offering her not just refuge, but a home and a family. To Emily, he had been more than a mentor or a teacher; he had been the father figure she had lost too soon.

As they parted from their embrace, Charles gently took Emily's hands in his own, his gaze lingering on her with a sense of fondness and pride. "You've grown up, my dear," he remarked, his tone reflective."

" I was already grown up when I left," Emily countered with a small smile, meeting his gaze.

Nevertheless, Charles's eyes traced over her features, as if trying to commit every detail to memory—every wrinkle, every freckle—as if seeing her anew. "Still. You've changed," he observed. " Emily's smile softened, touched by his perceptiveness. "And you haven't changed at all," she replied, a fondness coloring her words. Charles chuckled softly, releasing her hands as he turned his wheelchair to face the glass once more.

"Believe me, I've gained a few wrinkles in the last few years," he admitted with a self-deprecating smile, casting a brief glance over his shoulder at Emily. "Come on. The simulation is almost over. We'll have plenty of time to catch up afterward."

Emily stepped closer to Charles, peering through the glass pane into the room below. Familiar faces greeted her sight—Scott, focused as he honed his skills with precision, and Hank, dangling from the ceiling with a mixture of grace and agility. Yet, there were others whose identities eluded her.

"Logan," Charles offered as he followed Emily's gaze to the muscular, dark-haired man below. With each movement, he extended three metal claws from each hand, dispatching his opponents with ruthless efficiency. " He's lent us his aid on occasion when we've needed it," Charles continued, his gaze thoughtful as he observed Logan's relentless onslaught.

"He's a complex individual, and we're not entirely certain if he'll choose to remain. But he's got his heart in the right place. Most of the time."

For a few moments, Emily watched Logan's movements, however, her attention was drawn away when she noticed Storm step closer, her expression filled with concern as she scanned the room below. Who are you looking for?" Emily inquired, turning to face her friend, curiosity piqued by Storm's searching gaze.

"Kurt," Storm replied, her focus still fixed on the activity below. "He's a recent addition, and I wanted to ensure he's adapting well," she explained.

"There you are," Storm's voice broke through Emily's concentration, drawing her attention once more to the swirling black cloud of mist below. Emily furrowed her brow, trying to discern any trace of Kurt within the nebulous veil, but her efforts proved fruitless. Turning back to her friend, Emily found Storm's gaze now fixed on another corner of the room. Following her friend's line of sight, Emily squinted, only to find another ominous cloud—this one tinged with hints of black and blue, hovering over a defeated opponent.

After a few more futile attempts to locate Kurt amidst the obscure mist, Emily turned to Charles.

" That's something new," she remarked, her gaze shifting back and forth between Storm's determined expression and the enigmatic phenomenon in the danger room below.

Charles's laughter filled the room and he shook his head with amusement. "Not quite. Look closely," he urged, gesturing towards a seemingly empty space amidst the projected enemies. Frowning in concentration, Emily scrutinized the area, trying to discern any hidden details.

Before she could formulate a response, the air around the targeted enemy shimmered, and a dense black cloud of mist materialized out of thin air. The opponent staggered, collapsing under the weight of the unseen force, as another cloud of mist emerged, swirling and merging with the first.

" What the-?!" Emily's exclamation was cut short as Charles raised a hand, urging her to remain silent. " Watch carefully," he instructed, his gaze intent on the unfolding spectacle below.

Once more, Charles pointed to a specific spot, and as if in response to him, the black mist reappeared. Emily's eyes widened in realization as she finally saw what Storm and Charles had been observing all along.

Through the dense smoke and the distorted reflection on the glass pane, Emily strained to discern the figure hidden within the swirling mist. Gradually, the outline of a person, presumably a man, emerged, materializing out of thin air to swiftly incapacitate his opponent before vanishing once more.

"Teleporting. He's a teleporter!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and excitement. "I've never seen anything like it, and I've dealt with a lot of them. Holy shit." Storm's smirk hinted at a hidden amusement as she cautioned, "Don't say that too loudly. Our dear Kurt is a very devout man."

"I'll be as gracious as ever," Emily replied with a chuckle. Storm's snort of amusement was accompanied by a comforting pat on Emily's shoulder. "Come on, the simulation's as good as over. I'll introduce you. Besides, Scott and Hank will be happy to see you."

Emily glanced at Charles, seeking reassurance, and found it in his nod of approval. With a grateful smile, she briefly touched his shoulder before following Storm out of the room. As they approached the door to the Danger Room, Storm offered her a brief heads-up. "A little heads up," she explained in a low voice, "Logan's often in a bad mood. Always, actually. So don't take it too personally."

"I'll do my best." With that, the doors slid open, revealing the familiar yet unpleasant scent that greeted them. Emily wrinkled her nose in distaste as they stepped inside.

Staying on the sidelines to allow the others a moment to catch their breath, Emily watched as Hank recovered more quickly than the rest, his eyes lighting up with recognition as he spotted them.

"Emily, it's good to see you," Hank greeted her with a broad smile. Knowing his discomfort with physical affection, Emily refrained from offering a hug, instead returning his smile with a nod of acknowledgment. Scott, however, had no such reservations. "You're still alive," he exclaimed with a grin, enveloping her in a tight embrace that squeezed the air from her lungs.

"Scott," Emily croaked softly, teasingly. "You stink and you're wet. Go away, old man." Despite her playful protest, there was a warmth in her voice.

Scott released her from the embrace with a playful scoff. "I'm three months older than you."

" Emily shot back with a smirk, "Judging by your reaction time in training, you'd think you'd have been around when Socrates wasn't even being planned." She could almost envision Scott rolling his eyes behind his glasses, but her attention was drawn away by a low, throaty laugh. Surprised, Emily turned to find Logan, who had lit a cigar and was regarding her with a mixture of amusement and approval, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "I like the little girl," he remarked.

Emily couldn't help but grimace at the nickname. "I'm not little," she retorted, a touch defensively. Logan chuckled and turned away towards the door. "Sweetheart, you're like, a meter fifty. Tops." It wasn't exactly mature to stick out her tongue, but Emily couldn't resist the urge, before turning back to the others.

"Forget Logan," Scott interjected, his expression turning serious as he draped an arm around Emily's shoulder. "The guy's never in a good mood. By his standards, this was just a wedding proposal." Emily grimaced. Sure, Logan was undeniably attractive, but from what she'd already observed, she could tell for sure that he was definitely not her type.

"Please don't." Scott laughed and finally released her from his grasp, prompting a grateful sigh from Emily. She genuinely loved her friend, but he was definitely in dire need of a shower.

As her gaze swept over the faces gathered in the room, something caught her attention, and she furrowed her brow in thought. "Wait, there's someone missing here, isn't there? Where's the cloud guy? What was his name again, Kain?" Emily mused aloud.

A voice behind her, tinged with an unfamiliar accent, responded to her query. "Kurt. Kurt Wagner."

As Emily turned around, her eyes fell upon the figure standing next to Storm—a man who instantly captured her attention. He was undeniably the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on. Yet, as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she blinked in confusion.

Taller than her, yet slightly shorter than Scott or Hank, he possessed a lean, muscular build that spoke of athleticism. However, it was not the sculpted physique of someone who meticulously trained for aesthetic reasons, but rather the natural result of physical activity. Emily couldn't help but surmise that he might have been involved in acrobatics or gymnastics, given his slender yet defined form.

These physical attributes alone didn't give her pause. It was everything else about him that left her momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the sheer magnetism he exuded.

His skin bore a striking hue of deep indigo blue, adorned with intricate, if unfamiliar, symbols that seemed to dance across his surface in mesmerizing patterns. His blackish-bluish hair cascaded in untamed curls, framing a face that held an otherworldly allure. Emily couldn't help but notice his pointed ears peeking through the tousled locks, a subtle yet unmistakable feature.

As far as she could tell, he had only three fingers and three toes, the latter clad in matching shoes. His smile revealed a set of sharp fangs, adding to the enigmatic charm that surrounded him. A tail, adorned with a spade-like tip, swayed gently behind him. Despite these striking features, it was his golden eyes that held her captive, their intense gaze locking onto hers with a depth that seemed to penetrate to her very soul.

By all conventional standards, he wasn't attractive, but in that moment, Emily knew she had never encountered anyone more compelling, more captivating, than the man before her and she'd be damned if she'd ever meet anyone more attractive.

With a warm smile, Emily extended her hand towards Kurt, which he accepted in a firm yet surprisingly gentle grip. Despite the unfamiliar sensation of his touch, she found his hand pleasantly soft and warm, a stark contrast to his otherworldly appearance. She couldn't help but feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she met his gaze.

" Emily Reynolds, it's a real pleasure," she introduced herself, her voice tinged with genuine warmth as she exchanged a handshake with the enigmatic man before her. As she allowed her eyes to roam over him once more, she noticed a slight shift in his demeanor, a subtle fidgeting that betrayed his unease under her scrutiny. Emily couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement at his reaction.

"German, I guess?" she ventured, directing the question towards Kurt. He nodded in affirmation, prompting a knowing smile from Emily. Turning to Storm, she couldn't resist teasing her friend with a playful remark. "You know, if you'd told me you'd picked up such a good-looking bloke, I'd have come up from Colombia a lot sooner," she quipped with a wink.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Emily turned back to Kurt, her smile widening as she addressed him directly. "Am I right, handsome?" she teased, her tone light-hearted yet genuine.

Emily couldn't suppress her delight as she watched Kurt's cheeks darken in embarrassment. He stammered out an apology before vanishing in a puff of smoke, leaving Emily amused by his sudden departure. Turning to the others, who wore expressions ranging from astonishment to amusement, Emily raised an eyebrow defiantly.

"What?" she challenged, crossing her arms defensively across her chest. "He is handsome."

~**~

With a resigned sigh, Emily gently closed the book she had been perusing and carefully returned it to its place on the shelf. It had been three weeks since her return, and while the lessons had been demanding enough, it was another matter altogether that weighed heavily on her mind.

Unintentionally, Kurt had taken up residence in her thoughts. What had begun as fleeting musings about the teleporter had gradually evolved into a persistent presence in her mind. At first, she had dismissed it as a passing curiosity, but as time went on, his image seemed to intrude upon her thoughts more and more frequently, making it increasingly difficult for her to focus on her duties.

Despite his unconventional appearance and the initial awkwardness of their encounter, Emily had come to realize that Kurt was genuinely sweet and honest—a rare find in their line of work. Yet, his unexpected hold on her thoughts only added to her frustrations, complicating her already demanding responsibilities.

As she closed her eyes and leaned against the bookshelf, Emily couldn't help but wonder how she had managed to become so captivated by someone she barely knew. And though she tried to push him from her mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kurt had somehow managed to find a permanent place in her thoughts, whether she liked it or not.

With a resigned sigh, Emily acknowledged the unreciprocated nature of her flirtations with Kurt. Each attempt seemed to result in either a shy blush from him or his sudden disappearance, leaving her feeling frustrated and uncertain of where she stood.

Deciding that she wasn't in the mood to read her class's French essays that day, Emily craved a change of scenery. The weather outside was pleasant, and with most of the students still in class, she could seize the opportunity to enjoy some peace and quiet in the garden. Leaving the confines of the classroom behind, Emily made her way to the tranquil garden, where the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of birds welcomed her.

Ever since she was a little girl, Emily had felt a deep affection for the school grounds—the wide green fields, the tranquil woods, and especially the meticulously tended gardens. Among the lush foliage, there was a particular bench tucked away amidst the fragrant rose hedges—a sanctuary she had often sought out when the pressures of life became overwhelming.

However, as she approached her cherished retreat that day, she discovered that someone else had claimed it before her. Kurt sat there, engrossed in his notepad, seemingly lost in thought.

" Hello, handsome," Emily greeted him with a mixture of surprise and warmth, her heart fluttering as he looked up from his writing to meet her gaze with those captivating golden eyes. It had become a habit for her to address him in such a manner, and to her delight, he had never protested.

"Emily. I wasn't expecting you," Kurt greeted her, his voice soft and filled with genuine surprise. She chuckled lightly and looked down at him gently. Kurt sat cross-legged, dressed in simple attire, a drawing pad resting in his lap and a pencil poised in his hand.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you too much? If so, can I go?" Emily inquired, her concern evident in her tone. He shook his head tentatively, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and gestured for her to join him. "Please, sit down," he invited warmly.

Without hesitation, Emily accepted his offer and nestled herself beside him on the bench. "I didn't realize you could paint," she remarked, her curiosity piqued as she observed his sketches. Kurt shrugged modestly, his attention returning to the paper before him. "It's nothing special, though it helps to calm the mind," he explained softly, his fingers deftly moving across the page as he continued to work on his creation.

Emily hummed in agreement, her gaze drifting over the serene surroundings of the garden. "Whenever I was overwhelmed as a pupil, I came here. It was my safe space, so to speak," she reminisced softly.

Kurt's gaze lifted from the paper to meet hers, a playful sparkle entering his eyes.

"Then I really hope my presence doesn't—destroy that security," he quipped, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

Emily smiled, understanding the reference to Kurt's past exploits. Storm had filled her in on the incident at the White House, expressing her concerns for Kurt's well-being. But as she looked at him now, his smile reassuring and genuine, she felt a sense of certainty that her friend had nothing to fear. It doesn't. I feel more than safe in your presence, my dear," she assured him sincerely.

A comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. After a moment, Emily spoke again, her tone gentle and earnest. "May I have a look at them?" she asked, her curiosity genuine as she gestured towards his sketches.

Kurt blinked, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features as he glanced down at his work. Emily noticed the telltale sign of anxiety in the way his tail wrapped around his leg, but she offered him a reassuring smile. "It's nothing special."

" I don't care about that," Emily replied softly. "I don't have any other friends who are artistic, and I really can't paint myself. The fact that someone can is very fascinating to me." Sensing his uncertainty, she added, "But you don't have to if you don't want to. It's up to you.“

"No, it's fine," Kurt replied tentatively, offering the drawing pad to Emily with a nervous gesture. Almost immediately, he withdrew his hand and began to fidget with the hem of his shirt, his uncertainty palpable.

Emily accepted the pad with care, her fingers tracing over each page as she studied the sketches with genuine interest. After a moment, she turned to Kurt with delight shining in her eyes, her admiration for the talented teleporter growing with each passing moment.

"Kurt, these are fantastic! Really, absolutely beautiful," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration and affection.

A tentative smile graced Kurt's lips as he accepted the pad back from her. "Thank you," he murmured softly. With a grin, Emily rose from the bench, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Although I have to say that the artist is still a lot more beautiful," she teased, blowing him a kiss before turning to make her way back to the building.

As she walked, Emily felt a renewed sense of energy coursing through her veins. The encounter with Kurt had lifted her spirits, leaving her eager to tackle the task of reading the French essays with newfound enthusiasm.

~**~

"They look good."

Emily knew better than to cry out. It was the middle of the night and even though it was vacation and the kids who weren't home visiting were on a field trip with most of the teachers, leaving the house more or less empty, it felt wrong to scream out loud just after midnight. Still, she couldn't stop the sound rising in her throat and fumbled with a knife she'd meant to put in the sink.

Cautiously, she turned to find Kurt crouched opposite her on the kitchen island, his form illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. He was dressed in light clothes, a slight smile playing on his lips as the tip of his tail curled up in a gesture of amusement.

Despite her initial surprise, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at the sight of him. She had grown accustomed to his unexpected appearances over the past few weeks, finding comfort in his quiet presence.

"Kurt!" Emily's attempt at sounding stern was overshadowed by the sheer relief evident in her voice as she called out his name. "I’m sorry, meine Liebe. I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized, his smile carrying a hint of mischief despite the apologetic tone.

Emily couldn't help but snort at his apology, though she appreciated the sentiment. Placing the knife on the counter, just out of reach, she chuckled softly. "Why are you still awake at all?"

Kurt tilted his head, shifting from a crouch to a more relaxed cross-legged position on the kitchen island. His tail swung lazily back and forth behind him as he regarded her with playful curiosity. "I could ask you the same thing. Or is it a tradition with you Americans to bake cookies in the middle of the night?"

His gaze flicked towards the oven, where a batch of chocolate cookies was in the midst of baking, before returning to her with a raised eyebrow, teasingly provocative.

Emily couldn't deny that she had observed a change in Kurt over the past few weeks. Gone were the days when he would linger alone in the corners of rooms, withdrawn into the shadows and blushing at every compliment she offered. Instead, he seemed to have grown bolder, spending more time with others, engaging in playful banter and offering pointed responses that often left her at a loss for words.

Admittedly, Emily found herself feeling a twinge of jealousy at times when she witnessed Kurt interacting with other women who seemed captivated by his charm. Yet, she couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for him, recognizing that he deserved to find companionship and connection with others just as much as anyone else.

Yet, she couldn't fault these women for being drawn to Kurt's magnetic personality when she herself found him equally captivating. Despite her occasional bouts of jealousy, she knew that she had no right to judge others when she was just as guilty of harboring feelings for him.

"I needed to let off some steam," Emily explained, her fingers absently wiping flour on her trousers as Kurt's gaze wandered around the kitchen, taking in the sight of dozens of cookies already baked, with more waiting in the oven and a bowl of fresh dough ready to be shaped.

"Lots of steam," she added with a wry smile, reaching for a plate and carefully placing some freshly baked cookies on it before pressing it into Kurt's hand. "Here you go, handsome. I guess this is what you came for."

With a grateful grin and a wag of his tail, he accepted the plate. "Well, I wasn't expecting such fresh delicacies, but yes." Emily watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Kurt selected one of the cookies, his movements deliberate as he brought it to his nose, taking in its aroma before finally taking a bite.

A few crumbs tumbled to the floor, but she paid them no mind, too captivated by the enraptured expression on Nightcrawler's face as he savored the treat. Now it was Emily's turn to grin, a sense of warmth spreading through her as she witnessed Kurt's enjoyment.

"Good?" Emily inquired, her gaze shifting back to Kurt as he took another bite of the cookie

"Better," he replied instantly, his words slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. Chuckling softly, Emily turned her attention back to her pastry. "Good to know my frustration baking tastes good after all." For a few moments, silence enveloped them, broken only by the sound of Kurt's chewing and Emily's rhythmic chopping of chocolate. Eventually, Kurt broke the quietude with a question.

" May I ask why you're baking in the middle of the night?" With a sigh, Emily pushed the freshly chopped chocolate into the dough and then pressed it into Kurt's somewhat perplexed hand. "School work. Stir, please," she instructed, her voice tinged with weariness but also a hint of determination.

As Kurt stirred the dough, still a little bemused by the late-night baking session, Emily busied herself with removing the trays of fresh cookies from the oven. "You'd think science would be hard to teach, but try teaching Spanish to a class of American kids who almost never have to conjugate or adapt adjectives. Or French. Or God forbid Latin," she explained, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Thank you," she added, taking the bowl from him with a grateful smile.

Kurt hummed softly. "The professor said you speak a lot of languages." Emily nodded slightly, her expression thoughtful. "Always came easy to me. A lot easier than biology or chemistry," she admitted with a wry smile.

"How many?"

Emily put the bowl down and leaned back against the kitchen counter, meeting Kurt's gaze with a thoughtful expression. "About ten? English, as my first language, Spanish, French, Hebrew, Latin and Ancient Greek fluently. Arabic, Portuguese and Swahili more or less confidently. Mandarin and Russian..." She paused, tilting her head slightly as she considered.

"Let's put it this way, I wouldn't be completely helpless in a conversation, but I'd prefer to either continue the conversation in English or look for an opportunity to escape after five minutes." Kurt, who had been about to take another bite of a cookie, froze in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment as he processed her revelation.

Emily felt a hint of self-consciousness creeping in under his intense scrutiny, and she shifted uncomfortably, about to turn away when Kurt caught himself.

"You're fantastic," Kurt declared, his voice laced with genuine admiration and affection. Emily felt a warmth spread through her cheeks at his words, and she turned away slightly to hide the blush. "Says the guy who can teleport," she replied with a hint of self-deprecation, trying to deflect the attention away from herself.

There was a soft rustle, and when Emily turned back around, she found Kurt standing right behind her, his eyes earnest as he set aside the plate of cookies. "Don't," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Please don't belittle your achievements."

Emily found herself frozen in place, her gaze locked with Kurt's as his fingers continued to stroke her cheek with gentle reassurance. His eyes held such warmth and admiration that it left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to form coherent thoughts.

"I was just a curious child. Which Charles encouraged," she finally managed to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kurt's expression softened even further, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "And today you are a brilliant woman whose intelligence should not be underestimated," he replied, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that sent a shiver down Emily's spine.

She thought she could feel the tension, but didn't dare do what she wanted to do (grab him by the collar and kiss him senseless).

Instead, Emily chuckled lightly and playfully pushed Kurt aside, placing her hand on his chest as she moved past him to reach the trays of cookies. "Someone sure knows how to make a girl swoon, huh?" she teased, trying to inject a light-hearted tone into the atmosphere.

"Aber nur du zählst*," Kurt muttered softly, prompting Emily to turn back to him with a quizzical expression. "Excuse me? German isn't really my strong suit," she admitted, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Kurt smiled sheepishly, hopping back onto the counter as he evaded her question. "You and the professor get on well. How long have you known him?" he asked, deflecting the conversation away from his previous remark.

Emily knew he was avoiding her question, but she was happy to take the way out as long as it meant he couldn't see her red cheeks or hear her beating heart.

"He raised me," Emily confessed, her voice soft but tinged with deep gratitude as she worked to evenly distribute the cookie dough on the tray. "I lost my family when I was ten. Charles took me in, fostered me and treated me like I was his own flesh and blood. I owe him more than I can ever give back."

She paused for a moment before smiling and putting the tray in the oven and, with that last load done, turning to Kurt. "He's like a father to me, as stereotypical as it may sound." Kurt's tail swayed slightly back and forth as he looked at her.

"I never got to know my parents. Instead, I grew up in the Munich circus," Kurt revealed, his tone tinged with a mix of nostalgia and resignation. "They may not have been related to me, but they gave me a home and accepted me for who I am when no one else did. More or less."

His expression softened. "Just because they aren't your blood doesn't mean any less. Sometimes those who aren't related to us are more important and more family than our real one." Emily cast her gaze down. A constricting feeling spread through her, a familiar feeling that she did her best to suppress.

"Storm told me that you grew up in the circus, but I could never imagine it," Emily admitted, her curiosity piqued. "What was it like, if you don't mind me asking?"

All at once, Kurt's face seemed to light up, his eyes sparkling as his tail started wagging back and forth, a gesture that Emily found incredibly endearing. "It was an indescribable feeling. The adrenaline, the ring, the audience." A dreamy look came over his face. "They didn't know that this -" he pointed to his face "- wasn't make-up, wasn't an act. I was able to teleport and received thunderous applause. It was a real magic trick for them. I was happy. I was free."

Emily couldn't help but hang on every word, captivated by Kurt's recounting of his circus days. The passion and joy in his voice resonated deeply with her, and she couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. "It sounds wonderful," she remarked sincerely, her heart swelling with happiness for him.

Kurt's eyes met hers and a wide, genuine smile came across his face. "It was."

As the night wore on, the cookies long since cooled, Emily found herself still seated in the kitchen, utterly captivated by Kurt's stories of his time in the circus. Mesmerized, she sat opposite him on the kitchen ledge, her gaze fixed on his lips as he spoke, hanging on to every word with rapt attention.

Kurt's storytelling had a magnetic quality to it, drawing her in completely. His voice, neither too quick nor too slow, held a certain cadence that was soothing yet compelling. With passion, wit, and charm, he painted vivid pictures of his experiences, bringing each memory to life in exquisite detail.

Listening to him, Emily felt as though she were right there beside him, experiencing every exhilarating moment firsthand.

Kurt had a way of speaking that left no room for distraction, his words casting a spell that held her in thrall. Despite the late hour, Emily found herself completely absorbed in his tales, grateful for the opportunity to share in his memories.

"Thanks for keeping me company and venting frustration," she murmured softly after they'd stowed all the cookies together and he'd walked her up to her room. Not teleported, they had walked while he had continued talking, encouraged by her inquiries.

Kurt smiled down at her, his eyes warm with gratitude. "I thank you for listening," he replied, lifting his plate with a cheeky smile. "And for the cookies."

Returning his smile, Emily leaned against her doorframe, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her. "It's been more than a pleasure listening to you. You have a very soothing and pleasant voice, my dear." A pleasant silence descended between them for a few moments before Kurt broke it with a question, his curiosity evident in his expression.

"Can I ask you something?" Emily laughed softly. "I've been pestering you with questions all night, of course you can."

Kurt tilted his head curiously, his golden eyes searching hers. "What are your abilities? I know you have some, the others call you 'Siren'. I haven't figured it out, though." Emily hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but ultimately she made a decision.

Pushing herself slightly away from the doorframe, she positioned herself directly in front of Kurt. He instinctively moved to back away, but before he could react, she reached out and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, pulling him closer to her.

With a sudden boldness that surprised even herself, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the unique texture of his indigo-blue skin beneath her lips. In that moment, she didn't care about anything else but the warmth of his presence.

As she pulled back, she met his astonished gaze with a playful wink, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "I'm afraid that's a story for another night, handsome," she teased, pressing another brief kiss to his cheek before releasing him.

"Good night and sweet dreams."

As quickly as she could, Emily scurried into her room and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it echoing in her ears.

Where had she gotten the courage to do that? In the silence of her room, she strained to listen for any sound from the hallway, her senses heightened by the rush of adrenaline.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally heard the familiar sound of Kurt's teleportation, the 'BAMF' that signaled his departure.

*Aber nur du zählst ~ But only you matter /count.

~**~

Just in the nick of time, Emily agilely sidestepped, narrowly evading what could have turned her into a human kebab. However, her relief was short-lived as she collided with one of the training props meant to serve as shields. How these would aid her in such a predicament remained a mystery.

“ Practice with swords," she muttered, recalling the advice given earlier, as she retrieved the fallen weapon, now wielding one in each hand. "It can't hurt to broaden your horizons.”

Not so pessimistic, Emily, Charles chimed in, his voice echoing inside her head.

Shut up Charles. She glared up angrily at the pane of glass behind which he was crouching. He seemed unfazed, content to watch from his vantage point as Emily grappled with the swords, feeling increasingly like she was the only one struggling while her training partner flourished.

When Charles had proposed a training session with Kurt, Emily had eagerly accepted. However, her enthusiasm waned when she realized she wouldn't be wielding her usual weapons. Still, being ambidextrous provided a slight advantage against the monstrous creations Hank had concocted this time.

A whirring noise snapped her attention behind, and she swiftly pivoted, just in time to parry an attack from one of the holoimitations. She couldn't help but lament the advancement in technology here, longing for the simplicity of dodging basic projectiles.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered, swiftly dispatching her assailant by severing its head. With grim satisfaction, she observed as the body dissolved into particles of light until it vanished entirely.

Another buzz jolted her into action, but she realized she wouldn't be able to swing her swords in time. Bracing for impact, she was suddenly yanked aside by a firm hand. Startled, she let out a squeal, only to witness her assailant dissolve with a metallic clink and a faint glow.

Turning to face her savior, she found Kurt, his expression etched with concern. "Are you okay? Did it get you?" he asked, scanning her for any sign of injury. She couldn't help but smile faintly, placing a hand on his bicep, which tensed with effort under her touch.

"I'm fine, Kurt. Thank you," she reassured him, gratitude evident in her voice.

For a moment, Kurt simply held her gaze, then nodded with a sheepish smile. "Be careful," he cautioned before vanishing, leaving behind only a dissipating black cloud. Instantly, Emily spun around, peering out from behind the wall, searching until she located him.

And oh, she could curse the training all she wanted, but moments like this made it worth it.

Seeing Kurt in action stirred something within her, a mix of admiration and undeniable attraction. When she had first stepped into the danger room, she had thought her proficiency with two swords was impressive.

That was until Kurt entered, effortlessly wielding one blade in each hand and another clutched in his tail. His presence alone was striking, but watching him in combat … God help her.

She had caught glimpses of his fighting prowess when they first met, though back then he seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye. Now, however, he chose to stay visible, and she couldn't be more grateful.

Kurt moved with a grace and agility that left her breathless. Each strike was calculated, precise, and lethal. Engaging multiple opponents at once, he danced through the air, his swords a blur of motion as he emerged victorious. His movements were a testament to his skill, fluid and elegant, reminiscent of his circus days.

Emily had always admired his flexibility, a reminder of his past as an acrobat, but today she truly appreciated it. His fencing style appeared flawless to her inexperienced eyes, his motions so natural and fluid that she could easily picture him on the trapeze, captivating an audience high above.

EMILY!

Charles' voice reverberated loudly in her mind, but it was too late. A sudden blow to her stomach sent her crashing to the ground with a groan of pain. "Motherfucker," she cursed, reaching out instinctively, only to have someone else intervene and dispatch the assailant before she could react.

Before the body even touched the ground, Kurt was by her side, concern etched on his features as he crouched beside her, his arm supporting her back. "Are you hurt? Emily, what happened? You froze!" His gaze shifted to her forehead, widening in alarm. "You're bleeding."

A wry smile tugged at her lips. "It's not my fault. When you look impossibly gorgeous in combat, you leave me no choice but to freeze and get hit." But Kurt didn't return the smile. "Now's not the time for jokes," he admonished, his worry evident in his voice.

Emily's realization dawned as she found herself clinging tightly to Kurt's neck in panic, desperate not to tumble from his grasp. "Kurt!" she called out, but he remained silent, his hold on her tightening in response. "Hold on, this could get a little uncomfortable," he warned.

In that moment, as they disappeared into the unknown, Emily couldn't help but feel a mix of coldness and strangeness enveloping her. Yet, strangely, it also felt undeniably familiar, like a comforting embrace from Kurt himself.

Later, if asked, Emily would struggle to describe the sensation, but one thing was certain—it felt like home.

“ Whoa," Emily blinked, finding herself suddenly in a hospital room, still cradled in Kurt's arms as he made his way towards one of the beds, calling out for Hank. Gently, he lowered her onto the bed, his concern evident as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Forgive me. I know teleporting is unpleasant, but I wanted to make sure you got fixed up quickly," he explained, his gaze filled with worry. Emily offered him a reassuring smile. "You're cute, handsome," she teased lightly, but before Kurt could respond, Hank entered the room, causing Kurt to step back.

Hank's eyes landed on Emily, his expression a mix of exasperation and concern. "One day, you won't end up in this room covered in blood after a workout," he sighed, shaking his head.

Emily winked at him. "Then it wouldn't be me. Besides, it's not that bad," she quipped, but the seriousness in Hank's gaze silenced her. Without another word, he set to work on treating her injuries, with Kurt never straying far from her side.

~**~

Emily collapsed face-first onto her bed, muffling her frustrated scream into her pillow. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job, but there were days when she felt like jumping out the window after accidentally setting the classroom on fire.

Unfortunately, this entire week seemed to consist of such days. First, she had lost her keys to the classrooms.

Then, the classwork for her French class had mysteriously gone missing, only to be discovered two hours later in the fridge.

As if that wasn't enough, one of the children had managed to kick a ball through her classroom window after class, and she hadn't realized it until the next day when she unlocked the room for her students, only to find everything submerged in water from the overnight thunderstorm, along with her teaching materials.

On top of everything else, there were the usual classroom mishaps. Students conveniently forgot their homework, offering the most implausible excuses imaginable. Then there were the pranks—like the time someone spread liquid glue on a classmate's chair, resulting in an unexpected trip to the infirmary.

Someone had clogged the drains, causing a pipe to burst in the middle of class, and as if that wasn't enough, a child with fire skills accidentally triggered the fire alarm, causing a school-wide evacuation of panicked mutant children.

It was a miracle, really, that no one had been seriously injured or worse.

As if her plate wasn't already overflowing, the situation with Kurt seemed to spiral further out of control with each passing day, reaching a point where even her friends couldn't help but notice and tease her endlessly about it. Charles, ever perceptive, had also picked up on the tension, leading to what was undoubtedly the most awkward conversation of her life.

To top it all off, she had been battling through days of excruciating pain from her period, yet still had to soldier through her lessons and contend with the unpredictable antics of her mutant students. Chasing after kids who couldn't quite control their powers often ended with her accidentally soaring across the room.

The next person who dared to suggest that teaching was an easy job clearly hadn't spent a day managing a classroom full of mutants. If anyone had the audacity to say it to Emily's face, they'd find themselves at the bottom of the ocean in no time.

But it wasn't just the chaos of the school that was driving her to the brink of madness.

As if her burdens weren't heavy enough, the approaching anniversary of her family's death loomed over Emily like a dark cloud. Every year, it brought with it a tidal wave of dread and sorrow that she struggled to bear. Nearly twenty years had passed, and yet the weight of guilt and grief remained as potent as ever, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.

Despite knowing that she needed time to grieve and reflect, Emily dreaded the thought of taking the day off, especially knowing that Charles disapproved of her withdrawal. With a weary groan, she forced herself to sit up, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her.

She didn't really feel the urge to get up, but she had no choice. There were essays to correct for four classes, and if she had any hope of finishing them, she needed to start, even if it meant taking it one step at a time.

With heavy steps, Emily made her way to her desk, her weariness palpable. However, her fatigue melted away as she halted in surprise. There, on the tabletop, sat a small, meticulously arranged basket adorned with a delicate pink bow. A smile tugged at her lips as she approached, curiosity piqued. Gently lifting the basket, Emily's smile widened at the sight of sunflowers—her favorite—nestled within.

Alongside them lay a stash of her beloved candies, a box of chocolates, and a tin filled with homemade cookies. But it was the small note that slipped from the tin that captured her attention.

In elegant calligraphy, the note conveyed a simple message, yet its contents stirred something within her, igniting a flutter of anticipation in her chest, making her heart beat faster.

I've noticed that you haven't been feeling very well recently and that you seem very stressed. Hopefully it will help at least a little.

Kurt.

P.S. I can't promise the cookies will be as good as yours, but I tried.

With each word from Kurt's note, Emily felt her heart swell with a mixture of gratitude and affection. She couldn't hold back the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks as she absorbed the sincerity and thoughtfulness behind his gesture.

"Oh, Kurt," she murmured softly, the tin pressed tightly against her chest as if seeking solace in its warmth, whispering a silent thank you to the universe for blessing her with someone as caring and compassionate as Kurt. "You truly are a gem in this world”

~**~

“Hey, you okay?” Scott's voice cut through the drone of the jet engines, filled with a subtle concern that Emily could detect even in the dim cabin. She turned to him, unable to see his eyes, but she knew they held worry. “ Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Emily's voice was steady, but she could feel the slight tremor in her hands betraying her calm facade.

The jet jolted, and Scott steadied himself against the wall, his presence looming over her.

“It's just... You've been out of action for a while. Are you sure you're ready to jump back in?" Scott's concern was palpable, despite his attempt to mask it.

Emily arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her lips. “ a bit late for second thoughts now, don't you think?" She gestured towards the window where the dark clouds loomed ominously. "Storm said we're landing in ten minutes. Time to roll with the punches.”

It really was too late to turn back. Intelligence reports had sounded the alarm, warning of mutant extremists poised to unleash unprecedented havoc across the eastern seaboard. Their weaponry outstripped even the military's advancements, casting a daunting shadow over the cities they threatened.

Charles hesitated to include her in the response, but Emily had fought for her place, determined to stand alongside her team. Yet, throughout the flight, Scott's gaze remained fixed on her, his concern palpable.

She appreciated his worry, his unwavering friendship, but she couldn't bear the added weight of his scrutiny. She needed to focus, to steel herself for what lay ahead.

Despite her outward strength, inwardly, Emily trembled with nerves. It had been years since her last mission, her time abroad in Colombia marking a lengthy hiatus. No amount of training could fully prepare her for the surge of fear that gripped her now.

Emily recognized the protective brotherly mantle Scott had assumed, a role he’d taken on like a second skin, ready to shield her from harm at any cost. She understood that if she dared to confess her inner turmoil, he'd whisk her away from the danger in an instant. So instead, she mustered a confident facade, rising to her feet and offering him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“ Don't worry, big guy. I've got this. Nothing's going to happen to me." Her words were laced with a determination she hoped would quell his concerns. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go check on the new recruit. You might want to save your worry for him.”

Emily's diversionary tactic wasn't entirely fair to Kurt, who had shown more composure than her that morning. But in the delicate dance of emotions, it seemed to do the trick.

Scott reluctantly relented, allowing her passage with a hint of reluctance in his demeanor.

Kurt sat at the back of the jet, his hands folded in his lap, a picture of serene concentration. As Emily drew closer, she discerned the soft murmur of his prayers, a tranquil ritual amidst the impending storm Approaching him, she observed the snug fit of his uniform, tailored to accommodate his acrobatic talents.

She knew he and Hank had labored tirelessly to enhance the fabric's flexibility, ensuring it matched Kurt's need for unrestrained movement.

Patiently, Emily waited until he completed his devotions, watching as he lowered his hands and opened his eyes. There was no startle, only a warm smile that greeted her, which she mirrored with similar warmth and affection.

“Are things looking so bad for us that you need to pray?” Emily teased gently as she settled down beside Kurt. He chuckled softly, his golden eyes holding hers. "I always pray when I'm nervous about something," he explained, his tone calm and assured. "Before every performance, before every training session, I pray and ask God for his protection and guidance.”

Emily smiled softly, her gaze drifting to where his tail swayed gently. "You're not a believer, are you?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. "No, I'm sorry Kurt. I'm an atheist," she admitted, a hint of apology in her tone. “No, I'm sorry Kurt. I'm an atheist.”

“Why are you apologizing for that?" Kurt's response was gentle, devoid of judgment.

Emily shrugged, her shoulders lifting in a slight gesture of uncertainty. "I know how important your faith is to you, Kurt, and how much it means and helps you, but I can't bring myself to believe. That's something a lot of religious people take personally.” With care, Kurt reached for her hand, his touch warm and comforting.

"Faith is something you can freely choose. So what would be the point of trying to force you to believe?" His words were tender, infused with understanding. "Faith is about voluntary, unconditional love for God and his for you. You can't force it.”

Her heart warmed at his response, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "So I'm not a sinner damned to hell for you just because I don't believe?" she quipped, a playful glint in her eyes.

Kurt met her gaze with unwavering kindness. "Do you hate God and believers?" he countered gently. Emily shook her head immediately. "No, of course not. I admire them. I admire you," she confessed, her tone genuine as she clasped his hand in hers. The connection felt right, comforting in its simplicity.

"The fact that you have such a strong faith, such a strong belief in something that there's no evidence exists, is incredible to me. I see how much it helps you and gives you strength, and there are moments when I truly regret not being able to believe.”

Kurt squeezed her hand gently, his touch reassuring. "You don't have to," he assured her, his voice soft but resolute. "I'm praying for both of us, meine Liebe.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, a flutter of emotions swirling within her. Though she may not share his faith, the sincerity in his admission struck a chord deep within her. For a fleeting moment, it felt like the world around them faded, leaving only the connection between them.

Their gaze held, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Emily felt the tension between them, sensing Kurt drawing closer, their proximity almost palpable. But before anything more could transpire, their moment was shattered by Storm's announcement, signaling their imminent descent.

With a gentle touch, Emily cupped Kurt's cheek, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. "Be careful. Please don't die. I don't know how I could live without you," she whispered, her voice laden with a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Kurt nodded slightly, his gaze holding hers with unwavering intensity. Tenderly, he turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her hand. The gesture sent a surge of warmth coursing through her, her heart quickening in response.

„You too.“

~**~

“Emily!“

Kurt's voice cut through the chaos, a desperate plea as he lunged forward. He barely managed to reach her in time, his hand wrapping around her arm just as a bullet whizzed past. With a swift movement, he teleported them both out of harm's way, the world blurring momentarily before solidifying again behind the safety of a nearby pillar.

Kurt could feel Emily's tension as she stumbled, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist for support.

Taking cover, they crouched behind the pillar, the cacophony of gunfire and flying debris echoing around them. Kurt could sense Emily's unease, her body tense from the sudden teleportation.

"Kurt, we talked about this," she groaned, her hand pressed against her stomach as she tried to steady herself. “ Sorry," Kurt replied, his smile strained with apology. He lowered himself to her eye level, his expression serious. "There wasn't time for a heads up.”

As Emily steadied herself, Kurt's attention shifted to the chaos unfolding below. Peering down one of the pillars to the platform where the battle raged, he felt a surge of dread. They had been forewarned about the size of the opposing group, but the reality far exceeded their expectations.

The enemy forces swarmed, overwhelming in number, and Kurt couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his gut. With a heavy heart, he watched as Scott found himself dangerously outnumbered. Surrounded on all sides, he fought valiantly, but it was clear that even his formidable abilities wouldn't be enough to ensure his safety.

His gaze shifted back to Emily, noting her recovered composure as she stood by his side, her eyes scanning the tumultuous scene below. Kurt could pinpoint the exact moment she realized Scott was in danger. Her blue eyes widened and she clung to his arm almost painfully.

"Help him," Emily's voice was no more than a whisper as she looked up at Kurt and she so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath, see the faint flutter of her eyelashes against her skin. “Please, Kurt, you can get there faster than I can.”

For a heartbeat, Kurt hesitated, but the urgency in Emily's eyes spurred him into action. With a nod, he vanished from her side, reappearing in an instant behind Scott. “Watch it, Scott.”

Effortlessly, he leaped into the air, executing a spinning kick that connected with one assailant's chin, while his fist met another's face with a resounding impact. His tail snaked out, coiling around the leg of a third opponent, sending them crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Within moments, Kurt found himself surrounded by a circle of defeated mutants, their groans of pain mingling with the chaos of battle. Scott's grateful nod spurred him into action, but before Kurt could fully savor the moment, his attention was drawn to Logan, buried under a pile of adversaries.

With a wry grin, Kurt imagined the inevitable grumbling from Logan if Scott ended up saving him, but there was no time to dwell on it as a formidable opponent charged towards him.

With reflexes honed by years of combat, Kurt dodged at the last possible moment as the charging figure suddenly split into two. "Wundervoll," he growled softly, a mix of admiration and determination as he shifted into an offensive stance.

To his astonishment, the twin assailants proved to be formidable opponents, matching his speed and agility with surprising grace. Each dodge and counterattack was met with equal ferocity, forcing Kurt to remain on high alert.

He narrowly avoided several strikes, feeling the impact of punches and kicks against his own body. With calculated precision, he danced through the flurry of blows and finally, the towering adversary lay unconscious on the ground, once again whole.

Kurt gasped for breath, his body protesting with each inhale as he felt the sharp pain of broken ribs and the dull throb of a head injury. Despite his desperate need for rest, there was no respite to be found as Emily's panicked voice pierced through the haze of his exhaustion.

“Kurt!” He turned around, slightly disoriented, and saw Emily running towards him. “Move!” Without hesitation, a strange energy surged through him, a primal instinct compelling him to obey her command without question. In the blink of an eye, Kurt found himself teleported away from danger, the world spinning around him until he landed on solid ground once more.

The sudden exertion left him drained, confusion clouding his mind as he struggled to comprehend his own actions. Why had he acted so impulsively, so recklessly? Turning to look back at Emily, his heart plummeted as he took in the sight before him.

Where he had stood just moments ago, Emily now lay motionless on the ground, a small pool of blood seeping from beneath her head.

“No!”

In a flash, he found himself kneeling beside her, his hands gripping her shoulders with urgency. "No, no, no, no, no," he repeated softly, his voice a desperate mantra. With swift determination, Kurt wrapped his arms around her and teleported them away from the chaos, seeking refuge against a nearby wall shielded by stacked crates.

Breathless with fear, he pressed his trembling hand to her neck, relief washing over him as he felt the faint pulse beneath his fingertips, a silent prayer escaping his lips. Only when he withdrew his hand did he notice it smeared with blood. His gaze flickered to her left shoulder, where a bullet had pierced her flesh, its impact sending her crashing into a nearby table.

His eyes brimmed with worry as they returned to Emily's unconscious form. Leaning closer, he gently pressed his forehead against hers, a silent apology echoing in his mind. She had rushed in to protect him, and in that moment, he had obeyed her without hesitation. Now, she bore the consequences of his actions, taking the bullet intended for him.

A surge of primal rage surged through Kurt, igniting something dark within him. His head snapped up, eyes scanning the room with intensity. High above on one of the upper floors, he finally spotted the culprit—a man wielding a sniper rifle, his sights trained on the chaos below. Kurt's lips curled into a feral snarl. The angle was right.

In an instant, he vanished into a swirling cloud of darkness, reappearing behind the sniper.

Before the man could react, Kurt struck, knocking the weapon from his grasp and ensnaring him with his tail, tightening the coil around his neck with ruthless force.

The man struggled fruitlessly, clawing at Kurt's tail in a desperate bid for escape, but it was futile. “How dare you?” Kurt's voice dripped with venom, barely more than a menacing hiss as he advanced, dragging the man closer to the edge.

“How dare you shoot at them? How dare you shoot at her?!”

The man dangled precariously over the precipice, his face contorted with panic and oxygen deprivation, but Kurt showed no mercy.

Kurt tilted his head, an almost sadistic smile on his face. “I hope you've finished saying your last prayer.” Without a moment's pause, he released his grip. The man plummeted with a scream, the impact echoing through the air, silencing him forever. Though the darkness within Kurt lingered, he surveyed the scene below with cold detachment. His eyes found Emily, untouched and safe, a wave of relief washing over him.

"Fear not, my dear," he murmured softly, his gaze shifting to a red-haired woman hurling energy balls at Storm. "No harm will hurt you, not under my watch.”

The next moments of Kurt's life slipped by like fragments of a dream, blurred and hazy. He couldn't recall the precise duration of the battle, whether it spanned minutes or stretched into hours. All that mattered was ensuring that these perpetrators endured the suffering Emily had endured, if not more.

In the end, however, he stood witness as some managed to flee aboard a plane. Despite Storm's valiant efforts, they vanished into the distance beyond her reach. Scott, meanwhile, had realized what had happened to Emily and was kneeling by her side with Kurt. With gentle care, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, the weight of responsibility evident in every movement. Kurt didn't need to see his eyes to understand the self-blame that consumed him.

“I should have taken better care of her," Scott whispered, enfolding Emily in his arms. Kurt shook his head solemnly. "No, if blame must be placed, it falls on me. That bullet was meant for me, but she intercepted it.” He buried his face in his hands, grappling with remorse. "I don't understand how it happened. She yelled for me to move, and I... I obeyed without question. I could have stayed, taken the bullet—anything—but I chose to teleport!”

“ You couldn't have done different, Kurt," Scott's voice was unexpectedly gentle, a touch of compassion softening his features as he spoke. "Did she ever tell you why we call her Siren?" Kurt shook his head. "I asked once, but she said it wasn't the time. Should I have pressed her for answers?”

Scott shook his head, his attention shifting to Emily's wound. "No. Even if you had, it wouldn't have changed a thing. Her power... it's her voice. She commands obedience with a word. You, me, anyone—under her control, without hesitation.”

He regarded Kurt with sympathy. "Even the professor struggles against her at times. And if she had chosen to protect you? There's nothing in this world that could have kept you rooted in place.” Kurt was engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. Relief flooded through him, knowing it wasn't solely his fault for moving. Yet, guilt gnawed at him, a nagging sense that he could have intervened somehow.

Anger and fear pulsed within him, juxtaposed with a tender affection that threatened to overwhelm him as he beheld her motionless form cradled by Scott. Before Kurt could utter a word, Logan approached. Crouching beside them, he addressed Scott with an unexpected calmness, almost gentleness—a side of Logan Kurt wouldn't dare to acknowledge aloud.

"Scott. We've gotta keep going. We can still catch them." The turmoil within Scott was palpable, evident even to Kurt without the need for telepathy. On one hand, the instinct to stay and care for the woman who was like a little sister to him tugged at his heartstrings. On the other, the weight of leadership duty pressed upon him, reminding him of his indispensability to the mission. Kurt knew he himself was not.

“Go, Scott. They need you. I'll take care of her.” Scott looked at him doubtfully and Kurt could only imagine how the man must be feeling right now. “Are you sure?”

Kurt's nod was resolute, his conviction unwavering. "Her wounds seem superficial. I can handle them. And if she doesn't awaken soon, I can get her to a hospital faster than anyone else here.” Even without meeting Scott's gaze, Kurt could sense the turmoil within him, the silent battle waged beneath the visor.

Finally, Scott relented, his surrender evident as he bowed his head. "Okay. But not here. There's a safehouse nearby, rarely used, but it should still be intact." He rose to his feet, swiftly outlining the route to Kurt, while Logan's agitation simmered in the background.

“If her condition doesn't improve, or worsens, you're taking her to the hospital within twenty-four hours at the latest," Scott instructed, his hand finding its place on Kurt's shoulder. "Take care of her, please.” Kurt nodded solemnly. “I'll protect her with my life if I have to.”

A thin smile came to Scott's lips. “I know you will. Thank you.”

~**~

Emily's senses stirred back to life with a cruel jolt of pain. It engulfed her, rendering her momentarily breathless. She attempted to vocalize her distress, but her parched throat yielded no sound, leaving her trapped in silence. Darkness shrouded her, and it took an eternity for her to realize that her eyes were closed.

Tentatively, she tried to shift, only to be met with a searing agony that eclipsed the previous torment. A soft whimper escaped her lips, despite the desert-like dryness of her throat.

Panic clawed at her as she struggled to piece together her surroundings, the events leading to her current state shrouded in darkness. The inability to pry open her eyes amplified her fear, a relentless reminder of her vulnerability. Suddenly, a cascade of footsteps shattered the silence, followed by a gentle voice, its timbre laced with comfort and familiarity.

“Take it easy, Emily. Everything is all right. You're safe. Sleep.”

Though unable to place the voice, its soothing cadence enveloped her, washing away the edges of her anxiety. Surrendering to the reassurance it offered, Emily surrendered to the embrace of sleep, devoid of dreams.

---

The next time Emily woke up, the pain was still there, but duller and less sharp With a determined effort, she coaxed her heavy eyelids open, each fluttering attempt a battle against exhaustion. At last, her vision cleared to reveal a scene of unexpected warmth and coziness.

An open, friendly room stretched out before her. It was small, but comfortably furnished with floral curtains in front of the windows and a fluffy carpet on the wooden floor. She herself was lying in a bed, soft and comfortable, but one she had never seen before, let alone slept in. How the hell had she ended up here?

With a cautious shift, she attempted to rise, only to be met with a searing agony that coursed through her shoulder and down her arm, leaving her gasping in its wake.

As her focus settled on the pristine bandage encasing her wounded shoulder, a flood of memories crashed over her.

*

Emily hurtled down the stairs with a singular purpose driving her forward, her heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins. Relief washed over her as she saw that Kurt and Scott, as well as the others, seemed to be okay. Kurt had just wrestled the mutant who could make copies of himself to the ground and appeared out of breath but mostly unharmed.

As she tried to avert her gaze, however, she noticed something that stood out clearly on the man's blue skin: a small, red, moving dot. Her gaze flew to one of the upper levels, where she spotted the sniper, but her legs had already started moving before she realized what was going on. She was acting on pure instinct and her mind had only one thought.

Not him.

Her muscles strained with exertion as she raced towards Kurt, every fibre of her being focused on one imperative goal: to shield him from harm at any cost. With each passing moment, her strides quickened, propelled by a determination that brooked no opposition.

“Kurt! Move!“ The urgency in Emily's voice reverberated through the chaos, a silent plea that echoed across the room until it reached its intended target. For a fleeting instant, their gazes locked in a shared understanding, the blue of her eyes meeting the golden depths of his before he vanished in a cloud of smoke.

But far too slowly for her taste. Before he could carry out her command, Emily lunged forward, her instincts overriding all rational thought as she propelled herself towards Kurt. In a blur of motion, she collided with him, her outstretched arms shoving him out of harm's way just as he vanished into the safety of the shadows, just barely after loosing physical contact with her.

A bang sounded and a sharp pain shot through her body.

Then - nothing.

*

Emily eased herself back onto the pillow, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she attempted to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. Had she succeeded? Was Kurt unharmed, safe, alive? Before she could dwell on her thoughts any further, the door creaked open, heralding Kurt's entrance. A book dangled loosely from his grasp, forgotten in the wake of the startling sight before him.

His eyes widened in disbelief, the book slipping from his fingers to clatter to the floor below. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his arms enveloping her in a tender embrace that caught her off guard.

Relief flooded through her at the warmth of his touch, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt that had clouded her mind. “Thank God you're awake!”

For a few seconds, Emily was overwhelmed by the warm feeling of his body pressed against hers. The familiar scent of pine, tinged with a hint of sulfur from his teleportation, enveloped her, sending her senses reeling in a dizzying whirl. Before he could withdraw, her instincts took hold, guiding her to pull him closer until she was enveloped in the comforting warmth of his embrace, her face nestled against the curve of his neck.

“You're alive," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breathless murmur and Kurt slowly pulled back, but only far enough for him to look at her. She could discern the delicate flutter of his eyelashes, feel the gentle caress of his breath against her skin.

“Only because of you," he replied, his voice soft and earnest. With a tenderness that bordered on reverence, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “You scared me. All of us.”

Emily cast her eyes down. “I'm sorry.” Kurt just shook his head and his hand travelled from her cheek to the back of her neck. “Don't be. You saved my life. You shouldn't apologize for something so selfless.” Despite his comforting words, a wry smile tugged at Emily's lips as she lifted her hand to gently caress his cheek.

“I'm afraid my intentions weren't as selfless as you might hope.”

Kurt's eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze fixed on Emily with an intensity that spoke volumes. The air between them crackled and the tension was almost palpable, but Emily pulled back at the last moment, head bowed, trying to appear as unaffected as possible.

“Where are we? And where is the rest? You can't tell me Scott just left me here without a fight.”

Her attempt at humour succeeded as Kurt chuckled softly and shook his head, backing away slightly. Momentarily she missed his presence, but she did nothing to get it back. “He didn't. However, some mutants have escaped. The others are trying to chase them, but you couldn't come with them in your condition, let alone stay there alone.”

“So you sacrificed yourself to play babysitter?" she teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. Kurt's lips curved into a wry smile, his amusement evident. “I wouldn't consider it a sacrifice. But yes," he admitted, his grin growing more mischievous by the second. "Someone had to pray for your health."

Emily couldn't help but snort in response. “I don't think He was listening.”

Kurt reached for her hand. “And yet you're awake," he observed, his tone gentle yet steadfast. Emily had no retort to offer.

“Why don't you believe, Emily?” Kurt's question hung in the air, laden with genuine curiosity. Her heart constricted at the sincerity reflected in his eyes, compelling her to look away. For a few moments she thought about how to phrase her words, but in the end she decided that it would be best to just tell the truth openly.

“How can I believe in a God who allows so much ... bad to happen?" she began, her voice laced with a poignant blend of frustration and anguish. "There's war, disease, poverty, persecution for any ridiculous reason. What kind of God can say He is 'kind' when He turns away when we need Him? What kind of God can say He is all-loving and forgiving when He sends people who have not acted as He wishes to eternal punishment?”

Now it was up to her to take his hand. “I know you believe in Him, but I just can't. Not after everything I've been through. Or you or anyone else in this world," she confessed, her voice tinged with a raw vulnerability that she rarely allowed herself to reveal. Averting her eyes, she allowed herself to sink back into the comfort of the pillow.

“Besides, should He exist after all? I'm afraid of that thought," she admitted. In the periphery of her vision, she caught sight of Kurt's tail swaying gently. “Why would you be afraid?" he pressed gently, his voice laced with genuine concern. Emily hesitated, her thoughts racing.

“Because I almost certainly wouldn't go to heaven," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Kurt began to protest, but she silenced him with a solemn shake of her head. “I'm not a good person, Kurt. I've done things that are unforgivable, that deserve eternal damnation," she admitted, yet, Kurt's response was swift and unwavering

Kurt just shook his head. “No. I don't think so.”

Emily snorted. She hadn't intended to tell him, but she felt she had reached a point where he deserved to know. She knew the longing that was visible in his eyes, she was pretty sure she looked like that herself when she looked at him. “I take it you've been explained what my mutation is?” she inquired, her tone tinged with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Kurt nodded slightly, his expression a blend of curiosity and confusion, uncertain of the direction the conversation had taken.

“I only found out very late that I have this mutation. Of course, I noticed that I was better at persuading people than others, but it never got to the... extreme of being able to command or control someone. Until I was invited to my best friend's tenth birthday party.” As the memories threatened to overwhelm her, Kurt's comforting touch served as an anchor, grounding her in the present moment.

His encouraging gaze spurred her on, a silent reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggle. She knew that she had the option to stop talking, to keep her demons buried deep within, he wouldn’t judge her, but she also understood that this was her moment of reckoning. If she didn't speak now, she might never find the courage to do so again.

“My best friend wanted to celebrate her birthday at an amusement park. She was from a wealthy family, whereas I came from ... a more modest background. So the thought of going to a real theme park made me ecstatic," she confessed, her voice tinged with a bitterness.

“My parents weren't. You have to know, I had a little sister, she was four years younger than me, six at the time and she obviously wasn't invited. My parents thought it was unfair that I could go and she couldn't and wanted to forbid me. We argued, a lot and more intensely than ever before. In the end, it became too much. My parents shouted at me for being stubborn, my sisters cried... It was too much.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and her attempt to stifle the sobs failed. “ Shhhh," Kurt murmured softly, his comforting embrace enveloping her in a cocoon of solace and understanding. With a gentle sweep of his arm, he drew her close, his tail curling protectively around her waist in a silent gesture of solidarity and support. With a gentle touch, he brushed away her tears, offering what little solace he could.

“It - it was just so loud," she whispered, her voice barely more than a fragile thread of sound. Her hands clawed at her own arms, as if seeking to anchor herself. “I just wanted it to stop, wanted it to be quiet. So I shouted back. It wasn't much, just one word, but it was one word too many.”

Tears streamed openly down her cheeks, her pain laid bare for all to see as she leaned into Kurt's comforting embrace, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught of her memories. With a tender gesture, he held her close, his touch a silent reassurance that she was not alone in her suffering.

“Stop. That was all I said. And they stopped. Both their crying and their hearts.” Emily felt Kurt's grip on her tighten. By now, she was crying openly and unabashedly, her tears flowing freely, yet neither of them cared. “I killed them. My parents. Amy, my sweet little sister. I killed them all.”

Her voice was no more than a whisper, barely audible despite the silence in the room, but Kurt heard her. He always did. “No,” he murmured. With a gentle touch, he lifted her chin, urging her to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with unwavering compassion. “No, do you hear me? You didn't kill them.”

“It was my voice that killed them," she protested, her words a desperate plea for absolution. Yet Kurt remained steadfast in his conviction, refusing to let her drown in the depths of her despair.

“No, Emily. It was an accident, nothing more," he insisted, his voice firm yet laced with tenderness. But Emily's laughter, devoid of any semblance of joy. “Do you think it makes a difference? Dead is dead. My voice was the cause, and whether it was intentional or not, it's my fault.”

She gave him a pained look. “I'm not a saint. I'm nothing but a monster. You can't redeem me, I'm damned for all eternity. I've probably committed one of the greatest sins your god has told you about," she confessed, her voice cracking with anguish.

Emily waited with a breaking heart for him to push her away, to leave her alone, but the opposite was the case. Kurt pulled her closer so that her head was tucked under his chin and he ran his hands over her back as his tail wrapped tighter around her waist.

“Emily.”

That was all he said, just her name, but with such compassion, affection and love that she burst into tears. For how long she cried into the curve of his neck, Emily couldn't say. But when she finally pulled away, tears still shimmering in her eyes, Kurt met her gaze with a tender smile, his hand gently stroking her cheek. “You're not irredeemable. You're not a monster. You are not a murderer. You were a child and it was an accident. A terrible accident, yes, but still an accident.”

Emily's voice faltered, her heart heavy with disbelief as she gazed into Kurt's unwavering eyes.

“How can you still look at me like that?” Her voice broke in between, but she refused to cry again. “How can you still look at me like that, like I'm the best person you've ever met?” A tender smile graced Kurt's lips, his expression suffused with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

Slowly, his tail unwound from her waist, the tip trailing delicately over her cheek in a gesture of gentle reassurance. “It's not really hard, my dear. It's because you are the best person I've ever met.” Emily opened her mouth to protest, to refute his assertion, but he silenced her with a gentle shake of his head.

“I know you might not believe me, but it's the truth. I see the way you treat other people. Your patience with the students, even when they drive you crazy. Your affection for Scott and Storm, no matter how bad-tempered or annoyed they are you always bring a smile to their faces. Even Logan laughed at your jokes.”

He paused for a moment and the tip of his tail travelled slowly from her cheek, over her shoulder to her hip where it nestled close. “I see the way you look at me, like I'm the most precious and valuable thing there is. I notice how you get flirtier and more confident when I play along and I can feel how much you value me.”

With a tender touch, he placed his hand on her collarbone, his touch a gentle caress against her skin. “You're fantastic, wonderful and a completely outstanding person and I'm incredibly grateful that I was able to get to know you. You're not a monster. You are an angel.”

Emily didn't know what she was thinking at that moment. Probably nothing, she was so overwhelmed with emotion, but one thought clearly floated above all others:

She may not have deserved this man, but she wouldn't let him go.

With a surge of determination, she acted on impulse, her injured shoulder protesting but her heart overriding any physical discomfort. Grasping the collar of Kurt's shirt with as much strength as she could muster, she pulled him towards her, closing the distance between them with a suddenness that took them both by surprise and finally - finally! - placed her lips on his.

It wasn't a long or deep kiss, just a quick peck, but it made her body rejoice and butterflies dance in her stomach. Emily's veins. As quickly as she had invaded his space, she pulled back, her gaze meeting Kurt's with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, while his golden eyes shone with something she had never seen before. “Kurt-”

He didn't let her finish, leaning forward and closing the distance between them once more, his lips seeking hers with a newfound urgency. She was surprised for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and closed her eyes.

Emily wrapped her arms around Kurt's neck, drawing him closer despite the protests of her injured shoulder. His hands found purchase on her waist, pulling her closer still, while his tail wrapped around her hips, drawing her into his embrace until she was practically seated on his lap.

Their kisses grew more fervent, fuelled by months of unspoken longing and suppressed desire. Emily's hand tangled in Kurt's hair, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the heady rush of sensation. When his teeth grazed her lower lip, a soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the fervour of their embrace.

As they broke away, breathless and exhilarated, Emily leaned into Kurt, resting her forehead against his, a smile lingering on her lips. His tail gently drew her closer until their chests met, a comforting warmth spreading between them.

“I really hope for your sake that this isn't a sin,” she whispered, her voice light with playful teasing, “because I won't be able to hold back when I'm around you.” Kurt's chuckle rumbled softly, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at her.

“If this is a sin,” he said, his tone tender, “ would gladly damn myself as long as I get to keep holding you in my arms.” Emily was speechless, overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings.

Without hesitation, she leaned in again, capturing his lips with hers. In that moment, she didn't care about sin or salvation; all that mattered was the bliss of being with Kurt.

Let them be damned, she thought, for she already felt like she was in heaven.

[adnauseum11]

Northern Attitude Ch 9

“Me too.” She breathed and he looked up at her, her pulse already fluttering under his palm. She shifted above him, moving her legs to bring her hips into better alignment with his. Mac kissed him as her weight settled onto him, making him groan into her mouth, tugging on the base of her braid again. His hands were slow, making a meal out of getting her free from her cardigan and tracing the shape of her body under her shirt. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp when he tweaked her nipples, making her back arch. Logan used the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, throwing it without looking. She looked down at his intense face, his palms cupping her breasts, her bra tugged low. His eyes were locked on her dusky pink nipples, inches from his face. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth wrapped around one tightened bud, her palm instantly cupping the back of his head to keep him close. He groaned against her skin, the sound and vibration making her nerve endings sing. He leaned back, releasing her hard nipple with a pop and undid her bra, tugging the useless fabric from her body and throwing it in the same vague direction as the rest of her clothes. She bit her lip as his eyes stayed locked on her tits and tugged on his hair hard enough to finally break his concentration, the pale ring of blue nearly obliterated by the dilated black of his pupils.

Northern Attitude (48110 words) by Ad_nauseum Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Logan (X-Men)/Original Female Character, Jane Foster/Thor, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton Characters: Logan (X-Men), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Hank McCoy, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, Kurt Wagner, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Nick Fury Additional Tags: no beta we die like women, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs Therapy, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Avengers Compound, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Captain America Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Protective Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Frenemies Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is not here for your shit, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Alcoholic OFC, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Canada Olympic Women's Hockey Team Ensemble, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, Genius Tony Stark, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Sassy Steve Rogers, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Protective Logan (X-Men), martial arts master Logan, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Original Character(s), X-Men References, Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, SHIP DARCY LEWIS WITH ALL THE THINGS, Therapist Sam Wilson, I'll Probably Keep Adding Tags, Medical Doctor Hank McCoy, Mental Health Issues, Logan has forgotten more about combat than you'll ever know, Logan in love is a dangerous man, hello unstoppable force, meet immovable object, Hockey, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spy Natasha Romanov, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs Series: Part 3 of The Labyrinth Song Summary: As former Olympian Mackenzie Drouin tries to navigate life as a new amputee, her freshly minted boyfriend is reluctantly drawn into another intrigue. With the Winter Solider needing intervention before being cleared for field work again, the Avengers are down not one, but multiple members. They turn to Logan for help in filling the gap - only to have things go even further off the rails when worlds collide.

[lostgirl1428]

I feel like I’ve read every damn Kurt Wagner x OFC & Kurt x Reader fan fiction I can find. Any suggestions?

Preferably nothing Evolution or anything past X2 (comicverse preferred in general either way) because he’s a literal child in that shit. I’m 24 I don’t need to be bringing up High School memories 😭

[mjrkime]

Thanks to the @synapticsim I can have my own AU of X-Men. A whole damn cozy X-Hood where a bunch of mutants, one reformed tyrant and some strange people live in the sleepy suburbia. And where my sim-self is married to Kurt Wagner, ofc.

Consider this a personal heartfelt THANK YOU I wouldn't get the idea to build this personal escape heaven if I didn't stumble upon the forum with all the good stuff during one of my CC shopping sessions.

I've been playing this for a while and there were some hilarious and wholesome events. There were things I couldn't predict but those that fit into the canon vibe of each character, like Kurt being absolutely obsessed about his pet parrot and playing tag with his kids (Yes, one of them is Mystique, because my joke on the source-material keeps on giving) in the middle of the night or Doom being an absolute comic relief with his petty evilness, eventually falling in love and finding joy in his son, or little Anna Marie picking up the immense confident attitude from her adoptive mothers, or McCoy and Ororo being incredibly good friends, informal leaders of the Xavier's Legacy Estate but keeping up the respectful distance and also being patient and nurturing.

This hood is one of those things that warms me up when it comes up in my mind during the days when the horrors of the real world are just too much.

Thank you again, @synapticsim .

I'm not adding any tags to either Sims2 or X-Men because I don't want to)

[valkyrieofsmut]

Starting with an accidental encounter   part 11

Kurt Wagner x Non mutant! OC

Types: Smut. All smut. Romance, too. Maybe some angst?

Overall series warnings: Smut. Always smut. Anxiety, panic attacks, bit of violence, swearing, sexual harassment in one chap, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (can’t remember any more at the moment)

A/n-  Smut, BDSM type of stuff, Yay! Hey guys, sorry it was so crazy I didn’t get this one out when I wanted to (dang holidays lol), but here you are!

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Story!

Kurt laid in his bed, looking out the window with a small smile on his face as his hand trailed up and down the trail of fur below his belly button.

It was a little strange, finding out that something he'd thought was unwanted wasn't. It reminded him of himself a little; he'd thought he was unwanted, but Lacy always seemed to want him around, he'd thought that any woman he'd ever be in bed with would have trouble dealing with his appearance, but Lacy couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him when they were together.

His smile widened as he muttered, "Schatzsuche." {treasure trail}

She was so cute, naming the path of fur down his lower stomach, letting him do what he wanted to her, always looking at him so tenderly after he made her come, holding him close, her begging as he made them both feel good.

He felt himself getting pinched by the zipper on his jeans and rolled to the side, trying to relieve the pressure to his stiffness. He pulled a pillow to him and wrapped himself around it, wishing Lacy was there so he could wrap around her instead.

She was so much more soft and pleasant than the pillow.

There was a knock on his door, and he called out, "Go avay!"

"Kurt, it's important," Scott said through the door.

"Vhat is it?" He asked.

"The Professor is calling a meeting in ten minutes. All X-Men are required to attend," Scott told him.

"Ok, I vill be zhere," Kurt told him.

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"And so, I think it is obvious that we need to stay close to our home base at all times this next week. We don't know what the senator is planning, but with the amount of seemingly random deaths, all from the same cause and all mutants, we need to be on high alert, and watch each other's backs," Scott finished.

"Yes," Xavier agreed. "It is alarming that there would be so many without them being recognized as a pattern before. I think they made something and were testing it. I'm sorry to say, that I have come to the same conclusion about staying close to home as well."

They all filed out of the office and made their ways down the hall.

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Kitty asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, I know, now you have to stay here all the time, and you can't see your girlfriend." She looked down at the floor and back up at him.

"I von't even be able to tell her," Kurt said angrily.

"Why don't you just call her?" Kitty asked.

"I don't have her number," he said. Kitty looked at him in shock. "I've never needed it," he told her.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." She looked around and back to him. "You know, you could probably go out tonight. Even if you get into trouble, you could get away," she told him.

"But, zhey vill be able to track me if I used my powers," he said.

"But you'll only have to use them if you can't get away any other way," she told him.

Kurt hesitated. It would be dark, he would be invisible... "I don't know... vhat if zhey find out I'm gone?"

"I'll cover for you," Kitty said. "Come on, just go out and tell her, let her know what's going on, and come back without getting caught."

Kurt paused and looked at her. She was like the older sister who always got him into and out of trouble, but with his best interests at heart. "Vell..."

"I don't want to hear any wells, just, 'Ja, Kitty, I vill do vhat you say, oh vise and great Kitty, quveen of logic-'"

"Kitty," Kurt stopped her train of self compliments in her version of his accent. "Ok, I vill... Zhank you, Kitty," he said, hugging her.

"Good," she said, hugging him back.

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Kurt was back in his room, trying to read a book, but his thoughts kept straying to Lacy and holding her against him, wanting to see her looking up at him tenderly as he kissed her, wanting to hear her beg for more as he held her close…

Kurt groaned and closed the book, giving up on reading and watched the sun slowly go down.

Finally, he was able to sneak out of the mansion and hurry across town.

.

"Ok, thanks," Lacy said and hung up the phone, setting it back in the cradle. She sat in her chair and pulled the book she'd been reading from the arm, starting where she'd left off.

Nothing too interesting was happening; the male character, Darin, was telling the female character, Serah, that she was making a mistake by insisting on staying with him, saying that she should stay away, get off the ship at the next chance, but she insisted that she was staying with him. Blah blah blah. She suffered through the boring part, but when it finally started to heat up, her lips turned up in a smile, recognizing that there was a sex scene coming. When she got to it, she bit her lip.

Serah had insisted that she didn't care what he said, she still had feelings for him. He told her that she didn't know what she was getting herself into, and when she pushed him further, he threatened to show her what he wanted to do.

There was a tapping at the window and she put the book down, going to the window and opening it for Kurt.

She hugged him when he was inside, kissing him as well before turning to close the window.

"Hallo, Lacy," he said, his tail wrapping around her hips.

"Mmm, hi, Kurt," she said, leaning against him. "Oh." She looked down at her watch. "I ordered pizza," she told him. "It should be here in about five to ten minutes."

"Ok," Kurt said, his hand moving to her hip and pulling her closer to kiss her.

"Sorry, Kurt," she said, kissing him and pushing him back. "You can't get in without a key, and delivery guys pretty much refuse to walk up the stairs this far. So, I have to meet them at the door downstairs. I'll be back in a few minutes, though," she told him.

"Alright," Kurt said, letting her go. He sat in the chair to wait and looked at the book on the arm. He picked it up and looked at the page she was on, starting to read where the page started.

Darin took the rope from the bed. "I warned you," he told her.

"I'm not afraid. I think you're bluffing," she told him as he bound her wrists behind her to one of the bars on the wall.

"We'll see about that," he told her. He pressed against her, making the bar dig into her back. "We'll just see what you think after you see what it is I'm really like." Serah's breath caught in her throat. Darin was in the crook of her neck, and he bit her, his hand squeezing her breast roughly. He pulled her shirt up and pulled a knife from his belt. He held it up to her and she shivered as the metal touched her stomach. "Don't worry, I'm not so interested in blood," he told her, sliding the blade under her bra and cutting it from her.

The fabric hung open and he roughly took hold of her. He moved his mouth down her and licked her nipple, his tongue moving around it, making her arch against him and her hands twist against the bonds holding her to the bar.

The pleasure was suddenly interrupted by pain as he bit her. "Ah!" She cried out and he stood straight.

He looked at her smugly. "I told you you wouldn't like what you found."

"No, I- I don't believe you're enjoying this," Serah told him.

"Oh, you don't?" He asked. He pressed his rock hard erection against her, rubbing and grinding it into her hip. "Then why am I so excited?" He asked.

Serah's eyes widened. "Y- you- really?"

"Oh, yes," he told her. "And I'm going to enjoy so much more," he said, flashing a dangerous smile.

Kurt stopped reading and just scanned through the pages, seeing how rough the man was being to her, and that the woman found that she enjoyed being tied up.

The door opened and Kurt put the book back on the arm of the chair. "Ok, the pizza is finally here," Lacy said as she closed the door behind her. 

Kurt stood and followed her to the kitchen, getting the plates out of the cupboard. "Mmm," he hummed in appreciation as he smelled the slice he picked up before taking a bite. 

Lacy laughed and put a couple of slices on a plate. "What are we watching tonight?" She asked, going to the camping chair and sitting down. Kurt just shrugged, since his mouth was full, and Lacy suddenly stood up. "Oh, I was watching Red Dwarf earlier," she said, picking up the remote. "British humor, but funny," she told him, making the disc play.

They watched the show, and Kurt smiled as she hummed along with the music, eating pizza all the while. He got seconds and sat back down, watching Lacy as she enjoyed everything around her; the pizza, the show, her foot even snuck over and slid against his. She looked so happy.

Kurt felt his elbow hit something and looked down, seeing the book still there, and glanced back at Lacy. It seemed when he took a peek through her romance novels, that all of the sexy parts had to do with being tied up. He started wondering if that meant that Lacy wanted to be tied up.

Of course, she would probably never ask him to tie her up, he knew, but if she was interested…

He wasn't too nervous, or turned off, in fact, it made his blood run just a little hotter, thinking of Lacy tied up, laying there, ready for him and whatever he was going to do, unable to stop him from giving her as much pleasure as he wanted to.

He glanced over at her again, seeing that she was finishing her pizza. He took her plate with his and put them in the sink in the kitchen.

On the way back, he stopped and pulled her out of the chair. She looked at him in question, but followed him to the bed and sat on the edge with him. He kissed her neck and smiled. "Lacy, I have a quvestion for you," he said.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Vell, all of zhese books you have, zhe romance vones," he started, gesturing at the pile of books next to the ottoman.

"Yeah?" Lacy asked, blushing a little.

"Vell, zhe parts vhere zhey, have sex... Involve a same influence..." She looked at him in question again. "Being tied up," he told her. Lacy's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say, something to defend her weirdness. "Lacy," Kurt ran his hand along her cheek, brushing her hair out of the way. "Do you vant to be tied up? Is zhat vhy you're reading zhat type of book?"

Lacy looked at the ground, feeling her face catching on fire. "Ummm..."

Kurt took her chin in his hand and brought her face back to his. "It's ok if you do," he told her. "But, you know zhat I can't do somezhing if I don't know vhat you vant."

"I- I- it's weird, right- I mean- Not extremely weird, but-"

"Lacy, having somezhing you vant somevone to do to you is not veird, not at all. It- makes you normal," he told her, repeating words he'd been told long ago, when he'd confessed that he was starting to think about sex and women touching him.

"Yeah..."

"So? Do you?" He asked.

"I- I don't know..."

"Lacy," he started, but she interrupted him.

"No- it's not that I'm being shy, I just- you know how you read about something, like anchovies, and you think, mmm, that sounds good, so you eat one and find out it's slimy and salty and gross? What if being tied up sounds good, but it turns out horrible?" She explained. "That's all."

Kurt smiled and kissed her, then kissed her collar bone. "Vell," he said, his breath blowing across her neck and making her shiver. "I vill tie you up, and ve can see if you like it. Do you trust me?" He asked.

Lacy felt a flush starting to cover her face. Kurt was asking if she wanted to be tied up. Did she? Yes, she decided, she did. Did she trust Kurt enough to not hurt her? She bit her lip, making sure she thought it through thoroughly.

"Yes," she told him.

"Gut," he told her as a smile spread across his face. "Lassen Sie mich Ihnen etwas binden mit zu finden, dann," he said, standing from the bed. {Let me find something to tie you up with, then}

Lacy blushed a little harder. "Um... I have a silk cord... In the top of my closet, in that box..."

Kurt pulled it out and shook off the dust, looking up at her with a raised brow. "Also, haben Sie darüber nachgedacht für eine Weile, dann," he said, running the long silk cord through his hands. {So, you've been thinking about this for awhile, then}

Lacy blushed, looking to the ground. Kurt smiled, though, and took her hand in his, pulling her up from the bed. "Zunächst lassen Sie uns diese von dir," he said, pulling her shirt off of her and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "Sich hinlegen, in der Nähe der Kopfteil," he told her, climbing on as well and pulling the cord around her headboard so the two ends would be able to tie around her hands. {first, let's get these off of you, lay down, by the headboard}

Lacy looked up at Kurt as she gave him one hand. He wrapped the silk around her wrist and tied it. "Tun ok?" he asked and she nodded. He took her other wrist as it was offered to him and tied it as well. "Noch tun ok?" She nodded as she moved her wrists around a little. "Gut. Nun wollen wir anfangen zu spielen," he told her. {doing ok, still doing ok, good, now let's start playing}

He climbed off of the bed and stood where she could see him, taking off his shirt and dropping it to the ground. She looked down at him, and he knew she wanted to reach out and touch him, but was stopped by the silk. He ran his fingers down his chest watching her bite her lip as he got to the edge of his pants. He undid them and let them hang open, but didn't take them off, climbing back on to the bed and laying against her.

"Mmm, Ein köstliches Angebot?" He asked, moving one finger to flick her nipple. "Ah, wir sollten ein sicheres Wort haben, nicht wahr?" Lacy nodded. "Was ist ein guter?" {A delicious offering, we should have a safe word, right, what's a good one}

"Um," Lacy looked around, seeing her sewing machine hiding in a corner. "Needle," she suggested.

"Nadel, ja, das wird funktionieren. Nun zurück zu meinem leckeren Angeboten," Kurt told her as his hands smoothed over her breasts. "So weich und geschmeidig," he said, running his hands all around them. "Und lecker," he said as his tongue joined in. {Needle, yes, that will work. Now back to my delicious offerings, so soft and smooth, and delicious}

He looked up at Lacy's face, noticing that her cheeks were flushing red with excitement and her eyes had closed while she arched to him, letting out soft moans, pulling softly at her bonds. He smiled and let his tongue rove over her breasts, pausing at each nipple as he made his way across her chest. "Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked teasingly. {does that feel good}

"Yes," Lacy told him, her chest arching to him more.

"Gut," he told her, stopping and pulling back, making her eyes fly open. He ran his fingers down her stomach to her hips, which tilted up to him by themselves, and undid her shorts, slowly pulling them down and tossing them on the floor with his tail. He smiled and pressed against her again, letting the open part of his jeans press against her hip while his tail wrapped around her other thigh and moved along her skin. He took one breast into his mouth and teased the other with his hand, making Lacy moan loudly and press up against him. "Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked, letting his hot breath brush against her breast, his tongue flicking out to her nipple.

"Yes," she moaned.

He smiled wickedly and pulled away again, making her look down at him with want. He kissed down her stomach, letting his fingers trail down her sides, until he got to the top edge of her panties. He ran his tongue up to her belly button, then along the edge of her panties before tugging them down slightly and licking her there as well. He heard her breathing quicken and nipped her hip, making her jump and gasp. He pulled her panties down her legs, finally flinging them behind them, and kissed her thighs.

Kurt looked up again to see Lacy biting her lip, trying to keep a hold of herself. He smiled at her and spread her knees, raising himself to be in the right spot to open her and start licking. "Fühlt das sich gut?" Lacy started to say something, but stopped, remembering that he'd stopped after she'd answered both times before. "Sagen Sie mir," he told her, but she didn't answer. "Sagen Sie mir, Lacy, oder ich werde aufhören," he threatened. {does that feel good, tell me, tell me, Lacy, or I'll stop}

"Y- yes, it feels good," she told him. 

"Gut," he told her, making a moan escape her mouth as his tongue traced a path from her opening to the bundle of nerves above. He suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and gently sucked on it.

"Oh!" She cried out. "Kurt, oh my-" He smiled and licked her clit while it was still in his mouth, making her gasp and cry out again. He tormented her until he could tell she was almost ready to burst, then stood and watched her watch him drop his pants. She looked so sexy the way she was looking at him, almost at orgasm, tied and subject to his every whim.

He laid next to her and pulled her on top of him, making it so his cock was laying between her folds, but not in her. "Bewegen," he told her, and she looked down at him in confusion. "Bewegen," he said again, this time taking her hips and rocking them back and forth. {move}

Lacy gasped as the head of Kurt's cock rubbed against her clit and followed his orders, rocking her hips so he rubbed against her. "Gut," he told her. "Ja, so," he said, his eyes closing and his head laying back more. "Ah, gut," he groaned. {good, yes, like that}

Seeing Kurt so turned on under her made Lacy's cheeks heat more as she bit her lip, pressing a little harder against him, and the resulting moan made her feel her insides twitch. Kurt looked up at Lacy's face from between her arms as she rocked back and forth and could tell from her panting that she was getting close again. He took her hips in his hands again and moved them, pressing up into her and making her moan loudly.

"Weitermachen," he told her. "Machen mir kommen." {keep going, make me come}

"Ok, I- I'll try," she said a little nervously, rocking her hips again.

"Kein versuchen. Machen Sie mir, oder ich werde dich bestrafen," he told her. {No trying, make me come, or I will punish you}

Lacy gasped as heat filled her belly. "Y-yes," she told him, almost calling him master. She rocked her hips, trying to pull him in and out, but it wasn't quite working. She changed direction to side to side, but the same thing happened. She tried bouncing up and down, but everything she did only prolonged the near orgasm torture, and didn't seem to be making Kurt get any closer. "I can't, I need help," she told him after what felt like forever trying.

"Nein, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her. {No, you have to do it yourself}

Lacy bit her lip, trying to move up farther and down harder, mixing the other motions in with what she was doing, but it still only felt nice and didn't bring either one of them closer to orgasm. After trying for another long time Lacy asked, "Please help me..."

"Nein, Lacy, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her again, staring up at her as his tail slid against her skin, lazily wrapped around her stomach. {No, Lacy, you have to do it yourself}

She tried harder, moving faster, but her movements were too awkward to be effective. "Please, Kurt," she asked, sounding like she was begging as she closed her eyes. "I don't have any practice, I need help..." Kurt was enjoying watching her move and trying to make them come. "Just a little," she begged.

"Nein," he said. "Lass mich nicht bestrafen," he told her, making her groan. {No, don't make me punish you}

He watched her move for another moment, looking desperate to make them come, biting her lip and gripping her bonds, pulling at them with her movements. Kurt put his hands on her hips, stopping her and pulling her from him, pushing her so she was on her knees next to him. "Oh Lacy," he said, sitting up and moving behind her. "Sie waren frech, jetzt muss ich dich bestrafen." {You've been naughty, now I must punish you}

She looked down behind her to look at him as she spoke. "I tried," she said.

"Shh," he told her, smoothing his hand down her butt. "Ich weiß," he said, squeezing her butt cheek. "Aber das hast du nicht, so müssen Sie noch bestraft werden." {I know. But you did not, so you still must be punished}

He smoothed his hand over her butt again before lightly slapping it. He looked up to her, but she didn't say anything, so he did it again, a little harder this time. Her body bounced forward, and she moaned softly. He raised an eyebrow and let his hand fly, this time winding it back first. "Ah," Lacy cried out as her body bounced forward.

" Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked. {does that feel good}

"Y-yeah," she told him, blushing.

He reached back and slapped her on the ass again, making her moan. Kurt took her hips and positioned himself so that when he gripped her and thrust, he plowed into her, hitting her hips and knocking her forward. Lacy cried out and laid her head on her forearms as she pushed her hands against the headboard to steady herself so she didn't go head first into it.

Kurt reached back and slapped her again, and felt her tighten around him as she moaned. He looked down at her in wonder. It wasn't an orgasm, she only tightened once, but the tightening felt almost like one. He reached back and slapped her again, making her cry out with desire, tightening around him again. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned as he slammed into her and slapped her ass at the same time. "Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He asked. {do you like your punishment}

"Yes," she moaned out to him.

He slapped her again, enjoying as she tightened around him and moaned. "Ja," he groaned. "Ah, Lacy," he growled, leaning down and biting a spot on her back, making her moan and stiffen as she pressed against him.

His tail wrapped around her waist and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back to meet his strong thrusts. She was crying out, he could hear her, though she was muffled by the pillows at the headboard.

Kurt's toes griped into the bed, his tail and fingers tightening as he thrust into her. One hand let go to fly forward and slap the now red spot on her ass, making him half growl half groan again as she tightened. His hands moved up to her waist, holding tightly as he thrust.

He felt her start pulsing around him and couldn't stand the muffled cries any more, so he pulled back, taking hold of her and turning her over before thrusting back into her. He licked up her stomach, nipping at her ribs until she stopped crying out, and started thrusting into her again, biting her ribs and gripping her tightly.

Lacy pulled at her bonds, wanting to grab onto Kurt and dig her nails in, helping him thrust harder. Her head was flung backwards, crying out and almost screaming because of his actions. "Oh, Kurt- oh God Kurt!" She cried out as she tightened around him again.

Kurt growled softly, looking up to watch Lacy's face contort in pleasure. He ran his tongue up her ribs and leaned down over her breasts, starting his torture on them again. Lacy's head moved to the side, moaning as Kurt's tongue ran around her nipple before he nipped her breast. "Ah," Lacy cried, looking down at him, her enjoyment obvious in her half lidded eyes, passion reddened cheeks, and gasping mouth.

"Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He demanded in a lower grumble. {Do you like your punishment}

"Yes," she moaned again, her chest heaving. He pulled out of her and replaced himself with his hand, thrusting into her and rubbing over her clit. "Oh, Kurt," she moaned, her head turning from side to side as she tried to contain her pleasure.

Kurt kissed her throat, lightly running his tongue along her pulse and sucking, making her moan more. He continued stroking her, starting to nip her neck as she got closer and closer. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned against her neck, nipping her again. He felt her on the edge, her hips moving restlessly against his hand as her hands restlessly moved against the cord tying her to the headboard. "Kommen Lacy, wieder zu kommen," he groaned into her neck. {come Lacy, come again}

He felt her tighten after a few more thrusts of his fingers, and she cried out his name, making him bite her collar bone. "Lacy," he looked up at her with dark, passion filled eyes. "Haben Sie sich jemals probiert?" He asked. She slowly shook her head. "Nein?" She shook her head again. {have you ever tasted yourself, no}

He pulled his finger from her and moved it to his lips, running his tongue along it. "Sie schmecken köstlich," he told her, sucking all of her juices from his finger before sliding his hand along her body, between her legs, and slipping his finger back into her. Lacy stared at him, her mouth slightly open as she panted, turned on from watching him continue. He gave a few slow thrusts before he pulled his finger from her again and moved it to his lips, licking up it and sucking again, taking his time to make sure he cleaned all of her wetness from it. "Wie Honig," he told her, making her gasp out, wanting to reach out to him, but unable to because of the cord. {you taste delicious, like honey}

His hand drifted down her again, again sliding his finger into her and stroking her insides for a moment before he pulled it out and moved it close to her lips. "Lecken," he told her. {lick it}

Lacy looked at his finger for a second before her tongue slowly came out and slid up his finger, making his eyes darken further. She could feel his still hard member pressing against her hip, reminding her that he hadn't come yet. "Kurt," she started, but he put his finger to her lips.

"Lecken," he told her again. She bit her lip, looking into his eyes for a moment, then licked his finger again, taking it into her mouth as he had, sucking her musky flavor from him, swirling her tongue around his finger before she pulled back. Kurt groaned, looking down at her for a moment before putting his hand on her jaw and pulling her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately.

Somehow, Lacy was moved, the silken restraints sliding around her wrists so they were now behind her as she was sat back against the headboard. Kurt moved so he was kneeling in front of her and pulled her into his lap, sliding into her.

He thrust into her, holding onto her thighs at first to keep her there, but his hands moved to hold onto hers, making the cord dig into her a little tighter as he thrust. Kurt's hands moved back to Lacy's hips, holding her steady as he thrust up, his toes again digging in for purchase.

Lacy felt herself being pushed back against the headboard, her hands trapped behind her hips, and she could feel Kurt getting a little rough again, but she met every desperate kiss, her body took every rough thrust as she started to feel herself sliding up the headboard. She assumed that Kurt must be slowly standing up, but was caught when the silk cord didn't allow her to move any farther. She could feel the tension as he thrust into her, pushing her up, but the cord didn't want to let go, and it started to feel like her wrists were being separated.

Finally, he groaned into the breasts he was nipping the edge of and she felt her hands slip free of the cord. They immediately went to him, burying in his hair and going to the base of his tail to tug. At that action, he groaned and bit her rib, his hands and tail tightening on her as he thrust harder into her and she cried out.

He growled something she couldn't understand as he moved back to her mouth and took it roughly, almost so forcefully that she couldn't breath. She wrapped one thigh around him tighter, her other leg now the only thing touching the bed, somewhere with a hard surface, the headboard?

The half formed thoughts and pondering left her mind as she felt herself tighten around Kurt, moaning into his mouth which drank in her every pleasured noise.

Kurt's fingers dug into Lacy's butt, into the tender spot he'd been slapping earlier, and she let out a small, pained gasp, but that just made him slap her in the spot again and pull back from her mouth to- stare wasn't the word, it was almost a glare he fixed on her closed eyes, he was so filled with passion and lust. He thrust into her and slapped her in the tender spot again, watching as she bit her lip and her head turned away.

Suddenly the heaviest of the fog seemed to lift and he looked around, realizing that they were against the wall, not just against, but that his toes were digging into the wall to thrust harder. He'd literally fucked her up the wall so he wasn't even touching the bed any more, and the only thing of hers touching it was the toes on her right foot.

Kurt looked back to Lacy's face where it had turned to. What was he doing to her? He was being so rough, rougher than he'd ever dreamed he was capable of, and she wasn't a mutant or a super being, just a delicate, tender human. He didn't know how her body was standing all the abuse he was giving it. He looked down in shame, both that he'd been so rough, and that his body wanted to continue it, feeling his cock tighten and twitch inside her at the thought.

He looked up as Lacy moved his face back to hers. "Kurt," she whispered, and he could tell her throat was raw. "Kiss me," she asked, guiding his jaw back to hers, but he paused. "Kurt, I know you haven't come yet," she told him, running her lips along his lips and up his jaw. "Please, I want you to cum in me," she whispered against his jaw, her hands sliding over him and distracting him from his thoughts.

Kurt's last defense was tumbled and he was lost. He took her hips in his hands again and started thrusting into her. She gasped, and he could hear her almost voiceless moans, cutting in and out depending on pitch due to her sore throat. He kissed down her neck, nipping along her shoulder until he finally felt the end nearing.

All of Lacy's breathy gasps and moans pushed him closer, and when she came around him, her nails digging into his shoulders for support, her cry of his name echoing back to him, he pushed harder, coming, filling her and feeling her collapse onto him, burying her nose in the crease of his neck.

Kurt slowly lowered them from the wall, kneeling and laying Lacy back onto the bed where she laid limply, completely spent. He looked down at her, turning her head to kiss her gently, but passionately. "Lacy," he whispered, still laying over her.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Just seeing if you vere still avake," he told her, smiling.

"Yeah," she told him. "I just can't move. I'll have to call in to work all next week," she joked breathily.

The memory of what had made Kurt sneak out of the mansion and make his way here in the first place struck him, and he pulled back from her, laying and rolling her so she could cuddle against him as she liked. "Lacy, I- I have somezhing to tell you," he started nervously.

"It better not be that you're really married, or have another girlfriend... I can't move now, but I'll talk to death the best I can," she told him.

"Nein," he smiled for a moment before it left. "I- Zhere is some trouble, a lot of mutants are dying, being attacked, and, zhey have decided zhat ve must all stay at home zhis next veek, in case whoever is killing mutants is close to tracking us..."

Lacy managed to open her eyes and look up at him. "You have to stay home this next week?"

"Ja," he told her.

She cuddled into him tighter. "But I'll miss you..."

"I'll miss you, too, li- Lacy," he told her. She just pouted against his side with her eyes still closed. "Oh," he said. "Zhere- zhere is vone ozher zhing..."

"What's that?" She asked.

"Vell, vone of zhe people I live vizh... She has been bozhering me for a vhile... She vants me to bring you over so she can meet you..." Lacy let out a rusty chuckle. "Vhat?"

"I was just thinking that it's strange; you're the one in hiding, but you can tell anyone you want about us, but I, I'm free to date as I please, but I don't even have anyone to tell."

Kurt pulled back and looked down at her. "'Free to date as you please?'" He asked stiffly.

"I mean that I don't have to pretend I don't have a boyfriend or anything," she told him. "I'm only with you. I couldn't handle anyone else, nor would I want to," she said, pulling closer to him.

"Are you sure? Vhat about zhat man at vork, Peter? You don't vant to be vizh him?"

"Eww, are you kidding? Gross... Besides, if I wanted to go out with him, I've had a year and a half since he's started to have the chance."

"Vhat about zhat Doug guy?" He asked.

"Doug? He's a nice guy, but not my type," she told him.

"Ja?" She nodded. He pulled her lips against his, only pulling away when they both needed air. "Lacy, do you zhink you vould vant to come to my home?"

He felt her bite her lip. "Are- are you sure they'd want me there?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Vhy not?"

"Well, you know, knowing where your safe spot is..."

He ran his hand down her cheek. "It vill be ok," he told her, smiling.

"H- how many people are there?" She asked.

"About zhirty," he told her.

"Oh, that's not too bad, I thought there were more, the way you talk," she said, and he could hear the relief in her voice.

"You are afraid of crowds?" He asked.

"No- just... Awkward around large groups of people..."

"Don't vorry, Lacy, I vill be zhere vizh you, and I von't leave your side if you don't vant me to," he told her.

"Ok," she said as she yawned.

"You vill come?" He asked.

"Mm-hm," she told him. "But not tonight... Sleep tonight," she told him. "My next weekend. Around two some time."

"Ok," he told her, holding her close. "Lacy," he finally sighed. "I should probably leave, I had to sneak out to come visit you as it vas..."

"No," she almost whined. "I don't get to see you for a whole week, at least stay until the sun starts coming up, like you normally do..." She pleaded, opening her eyes to look up at him.

Kurt looked down at her face, stroking her cheek. "Vell, ok," he told her. "Zhey probably von't even be looking for me until tomorrow, anyvay..." He held her closer, kissing her lightly every so often as he fell asleep.

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Do they- do they allow pets at the Xavier school? I never thought about it but of course there’s that bulldog in the sweet dreams scene….

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Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Logan (X-Men)/Original Female Character, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Remy LeBeau/Rogue Characters: Original Female Character, Logan (X-Men), Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau, Rogue (X-Men), Hank McCoy, Kurt Wagner, Kitty Pryde, Bobby Drake, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Mastermind (Marvel), Sabertooth, Toad (X-Men), Ororo Munroe, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Bolivar Trask, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis, James "Rhodey" Rhodes Additional Tags: Sex, Smut, Violence, Graphic Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Mentions of Rape, Kissing, Blow Jobs, BDSM, Safewords, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, POV Female Character, POV Original Female Character, Feelings, Emotions, Pain, happiness, Love, Road Trips, Mutants, Fluff, friendships, Super Soldier Serum, Super Soldiers, Foul Language, Everyone Needs A Hug, Steve Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Science Bros, Cerebro, Slapping, Fighting, Sparring, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hydra (Marvel), Memories, Memory Loss, Retrieving Memories, power of the brain, the power of emotions, power of suggestion, Clint Is a Good Bro, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, protective Logan, Protective Remy, Human Experimentation, Mutant Powers, Mutant Experimentation, Protective Avengers, bruce is a good doctor, Interrogation, Mentions of Suicide, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Safe Sane and Consensual, Consensual Sex, Consensual Kink, Kink Negotiation, Nipple Play, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Sensation Play, Breathplay, Choking, Flogging, Spanking, Presents, lots of pain, Physical Pain, Emotional pain, Face-Fucking, Dirty Talk, Orgasms, Subspace, avengers come in way later, avengers make their appearance in chapter 12, Avengers vs X-men, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant Summary:

Demeter is sent on missions to capture mutants like her, for her company to experiment on. Her escapades gain the attention of one Charles Xavier. Her latest mission is to capture a mutant known as Wolverine. What could possibly go wrong when a mutant assassin meets the X-Men?

[x-childish-x]

BYE IM SJCN A KURT PETER READER POLY RELATIONSHIP SIMP !! HI-

Can I request again? If not, u can ignore this but poly kurtpeter x reader headcanons g/n reader !

With a reader who always has a smile on her face ? But then one day, they come back to kurt and Peter's dorm and they completely crumble in their boys' arms whimpering about how lonely they were before they met kurt and peter, and before passing out, they tell the boys " I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

Then they wake up and just hold peter and Kurt's hand ( one hand for peter and one for kurt bc we're fair like that !!) And say " I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky. " In the most serious yet loving way possible

I'm such a hopeless romantic ngl

Breaking Down Headcannons

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader x Peter Maximoff

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: poly relationship, gender neutral reader, crying, sadness

Word Count: 505

A/N: Hello again love! Yes ofc, you're welcome to request as many times as you want. Sorry it took me so long to do this! Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy and that it's what you wanted. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Liebe translates to love in German (I believe).

Summary: Headcannons about you breaking down in front of the boys due to a fear of loneliness.

(gif not mine!)

Always smiling was your default. It was how you always were.

And it wasn't necessarily because you felt the need to look happy but because you liked seeing how others got happy seeing you smile at them.

Your constant smile was something Kurt and Peter loved immensely about you, your kind smile being spread amongst humans and mutants both, lighting up every room you walked into.

That's why they were so incredibly shocked and confused when you came to their room, tears streaming down your cheeks and soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

Kurt would immediately panic, "Love, what's wrong? What happened? How can we help?"

Peter would be overly concerned about protecting you, "Who did this? Who do I need to kill? What happened. Tallk to us, honey. We need to make sure they pay."

You simply crumble.

"I just love you boys so much. I just... I'm so lucky. I was so lonely before I met you guys. I hated being lonely. Thank you for not making me lonely again."

The boys would immediately melt, Kurt teleporting you to bed while Peter sped over to join as you continued mumbling.

They each got on one side of you, cuddling you and trying to calm you down. It was nearly impossible, though. You were so worked up and hell-bent on making the boys understand just how much they meant to you that you were quickly tiring yourself out.

Your eyes eventually drifted shut as you rambled on. The boys decided it was best to let you get it out. They could question you later about what had evoked those emotions to come out.

"I promise," You whispered, "I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

After your sixth hour of being asleep, Peter mentioned that maybe it was literal exhaustion that had caused you to be so emotional.

You'd awoken not too much later, eyes fluttering and focusing on Peter in front of you, making you quickly turn to make sure Kurt was behind you, making you smile.

Silently and wordlessly, you held onto one of Peter's hands and one of Kurt's hands in each of your own, smiling at the feeling of your boys.

"I'm so for scaring you. I just got overwhelmed with that fear of being alone again."

"We're always here for you, Liebe. Never worry about being alone," Kurt responded softly, kissing your temple.

Peter smiled and nodded, "Always."

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. You loved these boys more than you would ever be able to describe, and you just hoped that one day you would be able to repay them for everything they'd done for you. Slowly and softly, making sure that you said each word seriously and full of love, you spoke to your boys, "I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky if I could. I love you both so much."

Let's just say many happy tears were shed amongst the three of you.

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Little Bird

Bucky Barnes x OFC

Chapter 8

When the quinjet landed Rika was sent to medical to make sure she was alright but also to help with the mutants that they needed to check for any serious injuries. Steve figured they would be more comfortable with her since so many already knew her.

Once Rika and Kurt were both cleared they sat in a sitting area with a couple of couches talking. Kurt never really knew either of their parents so had many questions for Rika about them. Rika told him all she knew and remembered. She also told him that his father was one of the mutants that Colonel Stryker killed during the military experiments.

Loki showed up while they were talking and gave Rika a hug after she assured him that she was fine.

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I heard that you saved the day, and the soldier. I'm very proud of you."

He looked at Kurt "I'm Loki and you are?"

Rika looked at him. "This is my brother Kurt, he was one of the prisoners we saved. He's actually with the X-Men."

Loki offered his hand "It's nice to meet you. I'm Loki, prince of Asgard'

Kurt looked surprised, most people took a minute to get used to his looks but Loki didn't seem bothered. Kurt shook his hand "I'm Kurt Wagner of Germany. It's nice to meet my sisters boyfriend"

Loki laughed "No, just friends"

Remy sauntered up right then "Good to know Rika is still single. Maybe we could go out before I leave"

Rika laughed "Such a charmer, Remy." as he kissed her hand.

Tony came over to talk to Rika. "I have your stealth suit almost ready and wanted to talk about having a party to announce you joining the team and celebrate a successful mission. Maybe in a couple of nights?"

Rika frowned at him "Tony, I haven't made any decisions about joining the team."

"C'mon kid. You can fight, go undercover and heal like crazy. Think of all the good you can do. A shining example to humanity of what mutants can do-"

Rika shakes her head "No. Tony, even if I do decide to join the team I'm not willing to make my genetics public. It will put a target on my back and put me in Senator Kelly's sights if he gets the Mutant Registration Act passed, which I'm pretty sure General Ross supports. That's a hard no."

Tony looks thoughtful "Sorry, kid. I didn't think of that. Ok, we can just bill you as a master of disguise who can kick ass."

Rika tilts her head "Tony, you know I'm older than you, right?

Do you have to push on me joining the team right after a mission"

"That's usually the best time, when you're all hopped up on adrenaline and teamwork" Tony mused

Rika laughed "Wait till you get the mission report, not a ton of teamwork happened until after you showed up. Barnes didn't protect me and I had to rescue him."

Tony chuckled "I look forward to reading that. We'll hold off on the new team member announcement but have a party to celebrate a successful mission. I'll keep it simple, just agents on site, the team and whoever Xavier wants to bring along."

Rika nods "sounds acceptable as long as I can invite Wade." Tony smirks "I suppose. There's something off about him but he's your friend"

Rika laughs "something off? You have no idea."

Rika heads to the conference room for debriefing and spends the next two hours giving Nick Fury the rundown of what happened. Bucky didn't talk much, slouching in his chair and staring at his hands.

Fury was very impressed with her ability to keep cool under pressure and reiterated the offer to join the team.

Rika just rolled her eyes and nodded, thinking this team must be pretty hard up for people if they are pushing this hard for her to join.

Once the briefing and her mission reports were done Rika went to the kitchen for a snack before she gets some well earned rest. Nat was in the kitchen making hot cocoa and offered Rika a cup.

They sat in silence, enjoying their cocoa before Nat spoke up "Tony is positive you are joining the team but even if you don't his parties are always interesting. Lucky for you this is an in house only party so no press and no dirty old men to convince to donate to the cause. We can go tomorrow and find you a dress."

Rika shook her head, "I already have a few party dresses that we bought when we went shopping with Wanda."

Nat smiled "Those are just for the occasions you don't have time to shop. We have a couple of days so need to go find something."

Rika shrugs "If you insist" and finishes her cocoa "I'm going to try to get some sleep". She gets up and heads toward her room.

When they go shopping Rika finds a sky blue satin dress that goes over one shoulder and has a slit that goes halfway up her thigh. She shifted to her Calif girl coloring to go shopping and the pale blue looked beautiful on her tan and highlighted her blue eyes.

In the days leading up to the party, Rika spent as much time as she could with her brother, Kurt. Telling him about her experiences with their shared mother and his father, Azazael. Even though they were both part of the X-Men at the same time and she was the one who saved him, Raven never told him that she was his mother.

Rika told him about the first time she met her own father who she hadn't known anything about until Hank analysed her genetics. Rika explained why she could never be part of the X-Men again but at least she knew where to find him.

Kurt asked if she planned to stay with the Avengers but she told him about the drama with Bucky and how she didn't want to cause problems with another team.

Kurt was confused "Isn't Bucky the one with the metal arm? He's always staring at you."

Rika chuckled "He's just trying to figure out how to kill me."

Kurt looked even more confused "It not an aggressive or hateful stare at all. I think he might like you"

"Kurt, my sweet brother. I guarantee that's not the case. But it's getting late and I need my beauty sleep if I'm going to bewitch all of the men at the party"

Kurt gave her a rib crushing hug and a kiss on the cheek "Good night sister, I'm so glad to have met you"

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Can I have a matchup for DC, Naruto, Marvel, and X-Men. I'm African-American with really short hair. I tend to be optimistic, clingy, talkative, and a but lazy. I'm a Sagittarius and i like to cook, bake, sing, dance and play sports. I'm 5'7 and i also have glasses and cannot see really well without them. I love to read books and listen to music. I usually stay up all night and wake up late, but overall i'm a funny person to be around. Thanks for the matchup.

My parents said I need ‘sleep’. Is that something I can eat?? Anywho I’m feeling finishing requests lmao, so enjoy!

Naruto, Marvel, X-Men, DC Matchup

Narutoverse~

1) Inuzuka Kiba! He’s a very optimistic and go lucky person, but he’s definitely capable of taking it slow and having lazy days. Kiba has such a great sense of humor so you two would have a lot of fun together. He’s not much of a reader, but I could see him listening to you read aloud. Such a night owl and NO ONE can tell me different. Even though in canon he’s not a Sagittarius (cancer) he has a lot of the same traits and would make a great match for you!

2) Hatake Kakashi! Although he’s not overly optimistic himself, he would love that you are (it might even rub off on him!). Kakashi is so touch starved it’s not even funny, he would need your cuddles to survive tbh. Reading would be a big thing for you guys, even if you’re not one for Icha Icha type novels. He has his own Kakashi Humor™ and if you get it he’ll love you forever. Just like Kiba, he might as well be a Sagittarius his personality is so alike. Honestly, he’d love you forever.

Marvel Cinematic Universe~

1) Peter Parker! People say that opposites attract but in this case the more alike the better! Both your personalities overlap in a lot of areas. He’s naturally such a happy, glass half full person, just like you, and his sense of humor is to die for. Like, have you seen him in the comics?? Y’all would have a GOOD time. He’s so smart, he has to be reading constantly, no debate about it. You’d best believe he’d live for your physical affection like someone please hug this boy. Are we sure he’s not a Sagittarius??

2) Pietro You-Didn’t-See-Me-Stealing-Your-Girl? Maximoff! (You lucky sis, that’s all I’m saying) Okay, but he’s always smiling and smirking and stuff? Like this silver-haired hottie will never let you frown. I mean, he’s fricking hilarious. Will not only talk your ear off (in the best way possible ofc) but he will just be holding onto you too. 24/7. He’s too energetic to sleep all night, he has so much energy it’s as if he’s constantly high on 17 espresso shots and a few Monsters. Loves to listen to you talk while he works on stuff, chores, paperwork, whatever. It helps him take his mind off boring things. case you couldn’t tell he’s my favorite

X Men~

1) Kurt Wagner! Yep, yep, yep, I’m pretty sure you own this blue baby’s heart. He’s such a happy little cinnamon roll (please love him omfg). He’s talkative but he likes to listen as well, so don’t worry about rambling or anything of the sort. So clingy. Like what else is his tail for except to wrap around you?? He’s not lazy, per se, but he would love to relax with you. He’s not a night owl, but he would be willing to stay up late with if you wanted him to. He’s so adorably funny like his humor is different from the others’, it’s a lot purer, that’s for sure.

2) Warren Worthington III! Bet you’re surprised, but bear with me! After all the crap Warren has been through, he needs someone optimistic and easily excited. Someone who loves to just hold him and make him feel safe and loved. He’s not talkative in the slightest but he enjoys hearing you talk because he loves having your attention and your voice definitely soothes him. When he’s not busy, he’s lazing around Shikamaru style (with alcohol). Growing up in a wealthy business family, reading was definitely important, but he doesn’t do it as often anymore. He’s the kind of guy that’s has a very subtle humor, but he is very funny when he wants to be. Stays up all night and wakes up early for about five days before crashing the sixth day in a continuous cycle. please take care of him he can’t do it on his own He’s a libra, so you two are definitely meant to be!

DC Universe~

1) Dick Grayson! There are never negative vibes in this man’s cereal. Expect him to always be happy, but when he’s not he will definitely need you to calm him down, probably with light-hearted things. Clingiest man ever, physical affection is his love language, IMO. He’s always up late as Nightwing, so if he found you waiting up for him after patrol he would MELT. Would probably like to read with you on his lazy days, actually. Dick is a Libra, which is a very compatible sign with Saggitarius, so it’s written in the stars.

1) Barry Allen! Congratulations, girl, you managed to attract not one, but TWO speedsters. Just like you, Barry is all smiles and rarely has bad days. You know it, I know it, and your neighbor knows it; Barry is the clingiest mofo ever. You must accept cuddle puddles all the time. I can just imagine you and Barry rapid-fire talking and topic jumping all the time cause you’re both so talkative. He’s a genius, so I can assure you he reads quite a bit. Just like Pietro, he’s a night owl because of his overabundance in energy, but before he got his powers, he was not fond of staying up late. He’s an Aries making you two a great match! Good luck to your friends keeping up with you two though...