#Ororo/T´Challa is mentioned

[kurtty-drabbles]

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream. (EVO)

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

N/A: Not sure what to do with this one …maybe something comical. Set in the future.

Bayville High is celebrating a new tradition, to be fair, the school is adhering to this new tradition for the past 10 years, the social integration of mutants goes hand and hand with social integration of minority classes and LBGT groups.  The new tradition dedicates that at least more than one play about mutants or with mutants help.

Rachel Grey-Summers is a 13 years old kid who aside from having famous parents such as Scott Summer and Jean Grey is also the new generation of X-men. People, minorities and mutants look up to her. Yet, people forget that Rachel is just a kid.

“Kitten” Rachel whines to her teacher Kitty Wagner nee Pryde or just Kitten as the new generation likes to call her “do I have to participate in this play?”

“Well, Rachel, it��s important for other mutants to see you in this role, representation matter and no,” Kitty adds softly “ Ororo´s daughter is participating as well, you two are one of the most important mutants for the other kids so it makes sense the play would put you two as stars”

“I don´t mind share the spotlight with her, she´s cool” Rachel explain with a bright smile that damper as she goes into full detail on her situation “ Kitten, is a play about ice creams and me and Kymera will be the Ice cream´s queens”

Kitty likes to think about what Ororo and T´Challa are thinking of this play.

“Yes, and it was written by a mutant kid, it is the first time they ever let something like that happen” Kitty explains gently “I know this is not Shakspeare and you and Kymera may find this silly, but, on my time if a mutant ever wrote about anything people would vilify him…You have no idea what Kurt has to endure to be able to work as an actor”

“It…was that bad?” Rachel asked and her father once told me how the past was and Rachel can´t believe it was bad or it could have gone worse if the X-men didn´t exist.

“Yes, it was” Kitty confirms and Rachel sighs as her eyes (green as Jean Grey´s eyes) gaze at the window and see her own reflection.

“Then me and Kymera going to be the best Ice Cream Queens ever” Rachel states while still thinking the play is silly she can show support.

“I´ll be there to cheer for you along with Kurt and your parents, and yes, I´ll cheer for Kymera as well with Ororo, T´Challa and Shuri” Kitty explained as Rachel mentally prepares for the Ice Cream´s jokes heading to her.

Is a good day for any X-men and for everyone as well.

[ujimaarc]

"My king looks so very tired. It makes one wonder why he is not still asleep as he should be? The sun is hours from rising, love. Return to our bed?"

Science is T’Challa’s general weapon to doggedly question truths beyond his mortal coil. Almost akin to being exposed to a child’s metaphysical imagination, one would want to try to have their wonderment quelled with comprehensible justifications. Opulent Okoume trees circled a lake that seems to have millions of crushed diamonds captured across the surface. The sky was infinitely darker than the preceding noon in the frame of a goddess over red-and-green Wakandan cotton.

The very same frame that had taken the Panther chieftain’s corporeal picture and entangled him in her statuesque dimensions. Above, the stars mapped out the physique of those that took the Great Cat mantle before him versus their usual random spread.

The cat of worship never failed at bringing a mythical challenge to her avatar, much to his chagrin. Failing at entertaining herself by making him uneasy with his understanding of her supernatural naturality is a reality she’ll embrace whenever he chooses to allow it to come.

Through the surreal mist, gold eyes belonging to a twelve foot anthropomorphic bats in the interest of the direction where her nude king sat with company. In a circle made up of a litter of sleeping panther cubs, T'Challa’s amber eyes break from their adoration for the revered creatures and to the one he honored with every breath-take and choice he made towards the betterment of his country.

Time—as she can tell—as she already knew—brought about a welcomed change in T’Challa’s demeanor. Bast is accustomed to noticing his powerful muscles tensing in discomfort and the subtle shifts his jaws do when she spontaneously arranges for them to have their little talks. In this meeting, his composition is the warm radiance of a warrior that unearthed the greatest feeling he’ll ever know ( this time, he would have no qualms with his feline pantheon whisking him off without warning—and this she knew. This is why she sought him at his most vulnerable ).

Whilst entwined in a web of worship in the form of a storm held together by a solid sensuous darkness of her champion’s sinews, Bast patiently waited to converse until the flirtatious kisses ended; until desires to tame an insatiable animalistic hunger stilled; until pillow talk with respect to their longing for this intimate reciprocity ended in amber cat-eyes and oceanic eyes consumed with one another came down into a contented slumber.

“ I am happy for you, my son.” Her tone is thick-accented, flowing strong and finer than her people’s wine. “ I have conversed with your predecessor about the affairs of his heir’s heart—Wakanda’s Queen. Your father had been impregnated with the thought that you had foolishly deprived yourself of having and more importantly keeping romantic love in his life. I trust my champion is aware that T’Chaka wasn’t alone in the belief that his son had gone mad. ” The panther’s smile gives a slight peek into a maw full of imposing fangs. A maw that gradually assumes the full pink lips to her human design of an alluring midnight black woman. 

She kneels outside the cub circle and reaches over to caress her avatar’s cheek. Her palm’s warmth is comparable to how Queen Mother touched him. Her earthly musk intoxicated his senses and almost stirred him away from caring about the purpose of this unexpected meeting. Mention of his father concerns and the thought of Ororo snuggled against his form back in the real world necessitated his focus on the conversation.

“ There was a Burundian proverb that haunted my mind ever since I made the contumelious decision to break the greatest woman this world has led me to know. “Where there is love, there is no darkness.” ” Without needing to delve into the darkness that kept him engulfed ( for Bast has always known her champion’s trials and tribulations and will continue to know until his time is up and he is to join his ancestors ), he goes on to gently whisper,  “ The fault lies in no one but myself for influencing that impression. Embarrassingly enough, It took me longer than it should have to make, as they say, heads-and-tails, of my feelings and what was ultimately the right course of action to take. ”

“ —And after you finally followed your heart, you’re here,” Bast perceived. “ Now that you are, a part of you is in disbelief, virtually unable to comprehend that it’s a reality that the Wind Rider has given you the privilege of having her heart once more and that you two share the same bed once again. ” She fills their surroundings with syrupy laughter then. In ways, he is not the mid-thirty-year-old king of an unconquerable land, but a boy still learning about the ways of the world around. A fault not on him, for he is a mortal dealing with extraordinary mortal hardships, but an amusing one to observe nonetheless. “ Unlike the past chieftains of the Panther clan, you’re criminally harder on yourself—more than most your enemies. ”

It’s a truth she hasn’t admitted to him yet, but But bast enjoyed watching her representative put the elephantine puzzle pieces of his life together. Each piece that connected created a powerful layer that formed around the undying legend of the Great T’Challa, for as long as this Earth is never obliterated. It was only recently that he solidified that belief when he sought reconciliation with the herald of mutant-kind and won her over again.

T’Challa paused, became reflective—of his royal status and of Ororo. They came a long way. They were going a long way. He was able to be confident in that. She made that possible. He would like to call it… Kismit.

                                                  Flashing back…

Just yesterday night, the sliver of placid pine that underlines her sultry voice enticed him to join her in a dance that commands the attention of every Wakandan in attendance. Like a curious little boy, he only wished to shy amongst the audience and bare witness to the full sight of her curves in motion. To watch the entranced faces of those in the Royal Palace admire and appreciate she who ruled their king’s heart work her art form in a way they have never seen before. 

Her two identities—Kenyan and African-American—mixed with her own unnamed flavor delivered mysticism by her lonely, but she wanted to be joined—needed to be joined. By him. By the man that yearned for her to be back, by his side, as his love. She set her sights on him and merrily navigated her hypnotic rhythm his way, and pulled him to be united under the spotlight without resistance. How could he resist? Even his ancestor, Hu’Nahn The Defiant could understand his lovestruck successor’s fall. 

Their smiles were pliant to each other’s preciously-powered, cosmo-imbued propinquity. The luxurious world around them was lost, the two stepped in an enchanting rhythm, with each step building up a new universe around them. Having their fingers interlocked like they were put him in a bind of childish need and discipline. She spins like a miniature tornado ( one she free willingly allows him to have control of ) and his arm around her lower-back prevents her fall from his grace. There they found their eyes lost in their respective vibrantly-hued depths like children experiencing the cliche “love at first sight”, and wealthy fits of laughter would soon follow. She complimented his reaction time, then hit him with a threat that no one else could hear: if he had missed his cue and missed catching her, he would be in for a miserable night and none, not even his Dora Milaje would be able to save his hide.

His Highness made her aware that he has indeed been catching every cue tonight and how he intends on properly responding when their space is their own. 

( How can he who possesses the natural instinct of man, the uncanny senses of the panther, and the stubborn bull-like focus miss any of Storm’s venereal transmitted signals? From the blatant flirting to the way she talks to him in codes in front of others, the few chances she stole to whisper when others were out of earshot, and the little signs of impatience she showed, wanting the night to reach its end. )

Twenty minutes later T’Challa delivered a timeline of messy garbs ( some that’ll need to be rethreaded, others pulled off as gentlemanly and womanly possible under carnal influences ) reverential touches and kisses, and the unplanned one-on-one session taking place currently in the spirit plane.

“ I’m merely a king and a man that’s mused by all the blessings his love has given him. ” He finally said, commitment clear in his voice. “ I am the opposite of afraid: with an inquisitive mind, I can’t help but wonder about the channels that I can take to keep things the way they are going—I am purely enthusiastic about our new journey. ”

All of what he says please Bast. It is good to hear him speak confidently again and understanding that’s retreating his brooding phase. This was quality that will keep her fed—for now. “ Very well. You present no reason for me to doubt your words, my Black Panther. It is her first day back and the reception on her return has gone exceedingly well. After all that you two have done for the world, you both deserve to have your own semblance of happiness.” Her visage became faint in an expanding mist, along with her voice as if was quickly retreating into another plane that’s making it impossible for him to be near. “ May you and Wakanda’s future Queen prosper for a long to come. We will have a chat again. Your woman is awake. ”

When T’Challa opens his eyes, he finds himself in a position that he wasn’t in prior ( as previously mentioned, he was in Ororo’s arms. Plane-walking? ): he was standing in front of his window, posture struck militantly, with his hands cuffed just above his tailbone. A sweet, husky voice broke his amber-hues from their attention on the moon and the stars above to the dark-skin beaut regarding him in confusion from behind him in his—their—bed. His conversation with Bast is pushed at the back of his mind, as he saunters over to their bedside. “ Apologies, my love. ” Our king sat down on the edge, reached over to have his thumb stroke her defined cheekbone, and touched her full lips affectionately “ I have been thinking about giving you a personal taste of home for breakfast: for starters, how does Mandazi sound to you? Coconut milk, cardamom, and coconut are the main ingredients for that, correct? ”

@fierceststorm

[kurtty-drabbles]

Belasco au (everything is red)

@djinmer4

A big white mansion, in the L.A, opens its door to each solstice to celebrate a night with music, dance and a good times, and many are in the proverbial guest list if they find said place.

“So, this is a party that is that exclusive?” asked Kitty arching a brown to Kurt.

“Yes, an associate of mine, does this every solstice” replied Kurt not wanting to give many details either because it is too gory or because he likes to see Kitty mull over the smallest things.

Kitty is wearing a blue dress with a low cut on the back, her hair is tied up in an elegant bun(It was necessary Yana, Dani and Rhane to do it, well, not really, but it was fun nonetheless, and much better than having Emma Frost brushing your hair, Ororo is in Wakanda with her husband and Jean is not Jean) illustrating that Kitty Pryde is no longer a teenager.

Kurt Wagner looks like a typical Hollywood heartthrob, with his raven hair, cheekbones, deep blue eyes, good physic, and a killer smile(pun intended) many women look at him with lust, which, it affects nothing on him.

“You know, you do look in a white tuxedo, you always did” Kitty remember the times she saw Kurt with a white tuxedo, it was in his birth party.

“Thank you, You do look astonishing tonight” Kitty smile with confidence and accept the arm Kurt offers as they enter the mansion, there´s good quality jazz playing and a miscellaneous of people are dancing and having a good time.

“Shall we?” no words were needed after this, the music, the light, it was everything perfect. They dance all the music available. After a minute, someone decided to play Beauty and Beast´s song, it was rather fitting.

“You dance very well, Kurt” compliment Kitty as she rests her head on his shoulder, a replica exact of the famous scene of Disney´s Beauty and the Beast.

“Hey, I´m a Demon Lord, I have to know those things” jokes Kurt softly happy that Kitty is this close, this comfortable with him, “ I think I never danced with you before, what a shame”

She giggled and kissed him, maybe, it was the effect of such dance marathon, but right now, Kitty feels overjoy and happy like never before. Actually, this is a thought that did make her stop for a moment when was the last time she was this happy?

I don´t know. This type of happiness never happen before, I heard about but it was never with me.

“Do you want to rest?” Kurt suggested and Kitty nods. They go to a section reserved for the guest to rest “ Are you having fun?”

“Yes, I´m, thank you, Kurt, for taking me. I just realize that I never really dance with anyone” her words have hide meaning and Kurt didn´t pressure her to speak, it would be hypocritical of him otherwise.

“I´m glad, the night is rather beautiful, Be like a peacock and dance with all of your beauty,” said Kurt who is reward with Kitty laughing uncontrollably.

“True, hey, I wanna grab wine to us, for some reason I don´t the waitress will come to us” a waitress mile and miles away from them clung to his crucifix and going far away from Kurt and Kitty as humanly possible as the others are following the lead.

Kurt can´t help with a chuckle at this and make an innocent face, just like Kurt Wagner would do.

“Yeah, why is that?” Kitty only rolls her eyes and darted to grab something to Kurt and herself, the food table is filled with food that screams money.

“Should I eat or worry about the fees?” asked Kitty looking at a very well made salmon that seem something only a top chef could dream to make “yeah, YOLO, ”

As she starts to choose the eligible food, someone clear the throat to speak with Kitty, it was a fairly attractive man, with reddish-brown hair, blue eyes and is bulky.

“Hi, doll face” Kitty cringe at his voice, but, don´t want to make a scene. “ do you want to dance with me?”

“Oh, let me answer this in the simplest way possible: NO, NO, NO” then she whispered, “ did you get it?”

The man looks furious and out of the blue grab her arm, only to Kitty to have to phase quickly.

“Dollface, I want just want a dance, why you have to be such a bitch?”

“Well, jackass, why you have to be such jackass?” The guy tried to grab her again and Kitty slaps him, the food trail she did care was dropped and the woman takes this chance to get away from him.

“Jackass, why I´m not surprised?” asked Kitty returning with empty hands to the table where Kurt is. Furious, then upset and a bit let down, even in this new universe, people like that man still exist.

Kurt spends 15 minutes calming her down, Kitty starts to crying, not because of the man, per say, but what he represents, how many men tried to force Kitty in to do things she didn´t want? How many men tried to manipulate Kitty in some form?

“Sorry, I ruined our night”

“No, you didn´t, this isn´t your fault, Katzchen, ” Kurt sometimes worries about Kitty attitude ‘try to kill me, I like it’ as she labels it, it raises some concern “ we did have a great time, but most importantly, you have a good time”

“Yes, I did” she dried her tears “sorry”

“Don´t apologize, Katzchen, is alright, do you want to go home?”

“Our home?” Kurt feels his heart beat faster than normal to such statement “sure, we can watch Netflix, and only because I like you a lot, we can watch Paranormal activity” Kitty smile at this.

“ The let´s go home, Kurt, I think I dance enough for my shoes”

“Then let´s go home”

Kurt teleport them back to home, only Kitty would think Limbo as home, as she is in the room looking for her comfy clothes(Kurt allowed Kitty to let some clothier in his home, actually, he was over the moon with the idea) she noticed Kurt giving that smile. That dangerous smile.

“Kurt?”

“I have something to do, I´ll be back” and in a brimstone smoke, Kurt is gone.

Meanwhile, in the party, the reddish brown hair man seems to get lucky with a gorgeous red hair that has no time to waste, the man can´t believe the luck, a hot red hair wanting his attention, oh, Andy hit jackpot.

As the man and the astonishing woman are almost reaching to the parking lot, where his car is when a smoke of brimstone appear and the humor of the red hair change completely. She lay prostrate on the floor

“Lord Belasco, my Lord, what brings you here?” from horny red hair to coward red hair it all take a minute to Belasco.

“Rose from the ground Succubus, your kind did hear my words”

“Yes, no harm shall be inflicted on your human, no Succubus will dare to disobey, Lord Belasco”

“Good, now, run, my problem is with this man” the red hair did what was told leaving Andy behind. Andy is not the brightest tool in the stage, but, even him can notice when something is not right.

“Who are you?” snap the angry man that lost a great night.

“Nice question, I think your date called me Lord Belasco, but you seem very slow, so let me introduce” In a snap of his finger, the parking lot shape himself to a hellish vision of a nightmare.

Well, it was something that makes Andy fright, it just bored Lord Belasco.

A pair of hand, dead and putrified hand hold Andy to the ground, against his will, as another hand silent his mouth.

“Oh, you scream so loudly, how boring, now, do you get the gist of Who Am I?” asked Kurt smiling cruelly. Andy can only nod and muffed sounds escape his mouth.

“Do you know why Am I here? Well, men like you I see every day, the mindset no means yes, is not original, this disgusts me very much, however, what makes me angry is that you made her cry” Andy scream or tried to scream when Kurt reveal his true form.

Red skin, horns, red eyes and his tail. And to top off, his voice is no longer human. Andy is crying and screaming.

“I could do many things with you, uhm…Prometheus´s story does seem nice? How about having your organs being eating by birds, having they grown again just to see the endless cycle?”

Andy shakes his head. Trying to plead with Kurt.

“No, oh, so No to you means just no? what a novel idea, you should have considered this before” Kurt smirk nasty and remove the putrified hand from Andy´s mouth. Hellfire evolves Andy hurting his skin, his organs, bones, and soul.

“I promise, I´ll never bother any women ever again, I swear, please let me go, please” Andy pleads with Kurt. For his part, Kurt is just looking into his eyes. red and puffy as Kitty´s

“A man can not often know the intention of a woman until seen a demon from a very close distance.” said in a demonic voice “ however, I´m in great mood, so I´ll give you a chance to prove your words, but heed my word, Anders Green, if you do that again, your soul will be sent to Limbo to an endless torture, and with Several Demons”

“I promised, I promised” Andy is laying on the ground saying this word over and over again not realizing that Kurt is already gone and that the hellish dimension is gone as well. His body is well.

Pathetic human.

Kurt returns home, his departure last at most 4 minutes, and he put his old red cape and crackle his joints.Kitty spots him before he could change back to his��‘human’ form, somehow, she doesn´t seem afraid.

“Kurt, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it is, I exchange words with that man, don´t worry, he is still alive, so which, Paranormal Activity, we will see tonight”

“Ok, how about the first one? If I manage to understand which is the first one”

[kurtty-drabbles]

Blood Path (part 4)

N/A: bonding and more bonding for those two.

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @bamfoftheundead

The X-men may have to enjoy a life without the terror of Apocalypse, however, it does not mean their enemies are gone. The Hellfire sends their cordial hello, thinking this time, as Ororo and Hank are out embushing Scott, Kitty and Jubilee will be successful, sadly for Tom Black, Kurt Darkholme is never that far away.

"You!" Tom Black points at Kurt Darkholme who is giving a grimace as a reply. As Tom Black is far too occupied lecturing/battling Kurt Darkholme, Kitty and the others manage to escape and defeat the other members of Hellfire. "You know nothing about honour"

And Kurt decides the best form of a reply is by twisting Tom Black´s arm and cutting one of his fingers and then teleporting with a smirk on his face. Never was out of reach of Ariel as her gauntlet is stained with blood and the remain soldiers of Hellfire are defeated.

"Not bad" Kitty mutters to herself, it was supposed to be a private thing, but, Jubilee is near her and listening to this line prompts her to pipe in startling Kitty Pryde. "You...sound impressed" Jubilee is gazing at Kitty in a mischievous way "so...are we seeing a development here?"

"No, I´m just admiring his efficiency, nothing more, he´s a bit brutal, but, Tom Black would have been even brutal if Kurt didn´t take the initiative" Kitty analyses and Jubilee nods and turns around where Kurt was, in this moment, he was speaking with Scott(the man sort warm up to the demonic presence in the mansion) as they talk about the mission.

"Hey, Kurt D" Jubilee waves her arms and make lots of noises with her powers and is rewarded by getting his attention, "She thinks you´re cool"

"What? No, I said efficient, Jubilee" and the American-Chinese girl is laughing as Kitty is chasing her, she stops laughing when Ariel finally caught her. No one notices the soft amused expression on his face.

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The mansion is not thrilled to have a demon walking around, so, Jean Grey(having lost her father figure and face Apocalypse ) is too old, too wise and too arrogant to not mentioned something. Wolverine is no longer here and Jean is the reason for that...she can do the same with Kurt D.

Kurt D, to her surprise, is not showing fear. Only that smirk of his and Jean can´t really read his mind(his defences are good, but, Ariel is still the strongest in this department)

"Look, Demon, I don´t want you in my school," Jean said ready to use her powers or at least give this impression to Kurt, who, again, is not impressed by this.

"Sure, the X-men should be more open mind by this, after all, how many times each person in this mansion has heard ''get out, we don´t want you here, mutant'' in the end, demon and mutant have the same meaning in this case and the X-men...can be hypocritical?"

And Kurt leaves letting Jean alone.

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A couple of weeks prove to be good as Kitty´s kneel is finally healed. And Kurt and Kitty are always spotted walking together, today, Kurt offers his arms for her, in his typical fashion("The humans do that sometimes, right?") and Ariel accepts as they walk in the hall pretending to be normal, but, talking about the summoning.

"You know, I was thinking about who really summon me...Dr Stranger is a good candidate, but, he's not known for being a sloppy wizard, if he wants my stupid twin dead...he would be dead" Kurt Darkholme concedes that while Dr Strange may have the bad habit of sleeping with his students, he´s not a weak or stupid wizard, so, the chances of him missed Seir in the spell are pretty slim.

"I did call Wanda and I asked if she tries to summon anything to reward the X-men, no, don´t look at me like that, Scarlet Witch did help us against Apocalypse and used her magic to rebuild the mansion for us...Ok, back to the topic, she told me she didn´t summon nothing and once I explain the situation she only told me ''whatever did that is really stupid'' and now...or is Dr Stranger or is Agatha...but again, I doubt that very much" Ariel said in a pensative way.

"Why? The X-men have a good relationship with the witch?"

"Kind? Agatha has a sort of fear and respect for Yana, the Queen of Hell" and this prompts Kurt to correct her.

"No, Yana is the Queen of Limbo, the New Hell as we call is a new realm that does not obey time or space and is ruled by Belasco and his Queen," Kurt explained and Kitty is a bit curious to see how a real demon(Yana was human and then become a demon) would see hell. "Belasco is the real Satan in the realms, Mephisto is...Mephisto, but, some desire to be the next Satan" she notices a mocking smile on his face and she´s getting good in reading Kurt D´s expression by now "and are the laughing stock for the higher demons"

"I see. I think you won´t tell me more about ....the demonic life"

"Is not...a pleasant story"

"Is ok, you don´t have to tell me if you don´t want to, which leads us to try to figure out, who summon you"

"I think...it was someone from this school" and this makes Ariel stop and looking at Kurt confused. "Yes, think about it, when you get your knee, it was the only time you bleed in the school and what happened?"

"I was sent to the school´s nurse. Miranda? Could she be the one?"

"I admit that woman really seems shady" Kurt pipes in "however, I´d not think it was her...yet, I still don´t recommend going there alone" and Ariel nods as no one has anything positive to say about that woman.

"But, before that...what did happen?" Kurt asked again and Kitty is thinking for a moment.

"Ah, Amanda help me cleaning the injury"

"Uhm, and what we know about Amanda?"

"She´s blonde, busty and is always after you" she jokes but her lips are in a thin line and Kurt is amused by that as he offers a quick "don´t like blondes" and then Kitty can´t think much to say about Amanda.

"Do you think...she´s working with who made this?"

"Anything is possible at this point, one thing is certain if she´s helping the wizard/witch, this is a perfect disguise as no one would suspect her"

Meanwhile, Amanda is internally screaming as once again, her attempts to get blood from Kurt D are proven useless. The last attempt? She paid some bullies(poor kids that need money desperately) to beat Kurt up and get his blood, only in the end, the bullies are the one's injury.

"What I can do?" Amanda is seething. She needs Kurt´s blood, seduction is not an option as he is often rebuking her. She has a dagger in her bag and if the worst comes by, she can use the ''emergency plan''

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Hank look as Ororo is walking side by side and often than not the leader of the X-men is looking at the telephone with a certain fear. "Hank, Am I terrible person for not want to do this?"

"Of course not, Ororo, you have every right to feel awkward in calling to Princess Shuri, but, this is something that can´t be deferred anymore."

"Hank, last time I saw Shuri she was pointing at me with angry eyes and calling me in not so endearing terms, well, as I ended the engagement with her brother and walk away from the aisle it was to expect," Ororo said and Hank never asked why she gives up on the wedding.

"Do you want to know why I give up on the wedding?"

"Do you want to tell me? Is your story, is your past Ororo and you are allowed to have your secrets" Hank said without judgment as Ororo takes a deep breath.

"Well, I want to tell...the short version, T´Challa had problems with me being a mutant and some actions of him really make me want to end everything" Ororo explained and Hank didn´t make more questions. "But, Shuri knows about demons and witchcraft far more than Wanda..."

"I read somewhere that Storm, the leader of the X-men is fearless if Ororo can´t call to the Princess of Wakanda, then, Storm can" and Hank takes the magazine he was reading it was an interview Ororo gave.

The Weather Witch smiles amused and nods. Now, calling for the Princess of Wakanda, who by the way, was not happy to talk with Ororo or Storm at all.

[kurtty-drabbles]

SU/Lovecraft( Egypt)

N/A: Oh, boy ever since I saw the PPG episode where they blatantly reference Nyarty, I thought, NOPE, I need to do a drabble with this idea somehow.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling

Elisabeth Braddock saw far too much to not question anything the X-men request by this point, so, when Ororo and Kitty asked, in a private meeting, for a trip to Egypt and Wakanda(that is no longer a secret) the woman didn´t question much, however, as Ororo is explaining the hostile situation between Wakanda and Atlantis Betsy´s eyes travel to Kitty´s cleavage not in a leery sense, but her shirt is covered with buttons and one of them are opening letting the woman see a glimpse of the birthmark and the woman can´t help feeling a bit of discomfort by the birthmark. It is ugly, extremely ugly.

"Betsy!" Ororo screams noticing Betsy´s face and where her eyes are and have white eyes looking at the Braddock in disappointment.

"I´m sorry, I shouldn´t be looking" Betsy tries to explain as she averts her eyes away from Kitty, who in turn, does not seem to care much.

"Is fine, is ok." she sighs " I got this odd birthmark and many got uncomfortable around it, I can´t explain how I got it, but I got it and I don´t mind, but don´t need to gawk at me, is just a birthmark like any other"

"Of course," Betsy said feeling her skin crawl and only subside when Kitty closed all the buttons. The plan is to Ororo go to Wakanda and talk with the leaders as well a representant of Atlantis is there waiting for her and Kitty can´t help by admiring this woman that is so important to the point that two nations cease temporarily their feud to hear her talk.

"Kitten, promise you´ll be careful," Ororo asked once they are arriving in their destination and the woman nods "whatever you may see there it won´t be pretty"

"I know, but, we need more information about him"

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Ororo arrives in Wakanda, the welcome party was less than ideal as the bodyguard of the king look at her in a mix of distrust and admiration. Namor and T´Challa share different opinions on the mutant named Storm as she asked for an alliance with both countries to defeat a bigger threat.

Shure, the princess, and wearing her black panther uniform, has one emotion at seeing Ororo Monroe again.

"You dare to show your face here? You betray us for your precious X-men and now talk about an alliance" Shuri speaks and half of the council shares her sentiment "and do you really think we would form an alliance with our enemies to fight one of your problems?"

"Shuri, what I did in the past does not matter a moment, the earth is in danger and last time I check Wakanda is part of EARTH as much Atlantis is, this fight of you can wait for another day, this situation cannot," Ororo stated in a regal way and many are deliberating about this.

"What is the name of this foe that even the X-men have a problem with?" Namor asked once again shirtless.

"We don´t dare to say his name, but here we call him the black pharaoh" the name is well known for everyone even Shuri who let go of her grudges against Storm to talk with her brother, now, the situation has changed.

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Kitty walks into the city of Cairo and looking for a cult that workship the crawling god is not as much of a daunting task as she thought it would be. The crawling god of chaos may have several different names, but, in the end, it is easy to spot his cult.

However, the cult in itself was not what Kitty was expecting, instead of a scary dungeon with dead bodies, she is in the conference room 222, and instead of death talk and maniacal laughter, all she is listening is a power point presentation with a smiling woman.

(Lovecraft is wrong as Nyarty´s cult is really diverse)

Kitty Pryde is one of the new members and is getting feed up to the power point presentation as the woman(the leader of the taking care of new members and is a true Egyptian woman, named Chione,  with dark skin and her assistant is a British woman, named Amy, with a white skin, if Kitty had any humour at the moment, she would laugh at how Lovecraft was wrong)  

"Any questions? Amy please, give them the flyers to the new members" Chione suggested and the British woman happily obliges giving the flyers to Kitty and to Jenna, a woman with Aussie accent and with red hair along with green eyes. that likes to mention her travels. Kitty is ignoring the other woman as she raises her hand.

"Yes, Miss Pryde?" Chione asked looking at more papers and Kitty can´t understand his cult.

"Where is the big boss?" the question break the mood as Chione and Amy stop smiling, Kitty is not looking at Jenna, as the woman answer in unison.

"No one can see him nor speak his name, the crawling god appears to the ones that truly deserve it and your fame or money or beauty or much less money will impress the crawling god of chaos" the women answer together and Kitty has to admit that was pretty creepy.

"Do you all know that the big boss wants to destroy the earth?" Kitty asked deadpan.

"Our God will save us if we prove our worth," they said and Kitty shakes her head making more question about his origin and any potential weakness none of those questions makes Kitty gain any favour from the women.

"The Black Pharaoh has no weakness. He is the chaos itself" the women said" the ones who know him more, are in the higher part of the cult and not even us are in there"

"So...you never talk with them?"

"We have lucid dreams, courtesy of him, but, never where graced by his presence" the women have a somewhat sad expression and Kitty narrow her eyes to them and them look at Jenna who is writing on the paper.

"What if I told you he is right here?" Kitty asked and the women look as if Kitty insulted them as her eyes travel to Jenna who stops writing and looks at her with a creepy smile on her face as she starts to laugh at the situation.

"Aww, Katzchen, you really came here to see me?" Jenna said as, with a snap of her fingers, Kitty and Jenna are on the hellish dimension, like the red hair giggles madly. "that´s new, usually people never notice until is too long, how peculiar"

"I can see your face," Kitty said and this makes Jenna stops smiling as she looks at Kitty´s doe eyes narrowing his eyes(she, his mask is a female now) and a dark blue tentacle wrapped Kitty´s waist.

" You can see my face?" Jenna asked as now with her eyes crimson and golden. "Come with me, little human"

"And your cult?" Kitty asked.

"They are not important, not worthy enough, but you...you are." the Jenna smiles maniacally.

"Why?" Kitty said with her crystal blue eyes appearing as her hands have the same glow.

"Because you are the last thing of ...Zaorva" his tentacle touch, oh so gently, her hand, looking at the palm of her hand with a soft expression that Kitty remember from her dream(dream? that was real, but, it is hard to explain what is real and fantasy sometimes) as the tentacle seems to reverence Kitty´s palms with a longing gaze.

"Zaorva?" Kitty asked.

"She dies before marking you, it is because of her that you got this power and her shield," Jenna said.

"But...I never meet this Zaorva, this power is mine and mine alone" Kitty said shaking her head. The mask is now cracking as the human skin is turning yellow. Kitty starts to struggle among the tentacles and one of her buttons are opened and Jenna saw the birthmark and his eyes are locked on the birthmark.

"Hey!" Kitty said as the tentacle let her go.

"That mark....why you have it? Who are you?"

"The birthmark is a birthmark, you are intelligent to know what this means, also, I´m the human who will defend this planet against you" Kitty has the shield ready and for her surprise, Jenna just walk away as she is now on Cairo, on her small hotel room.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Justicar verse (part 2)

N/A: Uhm, I want to make this have only 5 parts. It is a small challenge for me. So...let´s see if I can really do it. Cadbury and Kitty will meet and Go Girl deserve to be a heroine. Implications will be throw and again, I´ll try to make worldbuilding.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

The view of Wakanda is truly breathtaking and no matter where you stay in Wakanda, you need to see the sunset of Wakanda because it is something akin to spirituality and Ororo Monroe can only let her smile show how this is completely true. And even more, as she´s watching the sunset on her balcony of the royal palace of Wakanda.

Drinking water and gazing fondly at the ring on her middle finger- one that was designed to represent the beauty of this country and all its glory- makes everything sweater and Ororo can still remember the day the man of her dreams offer such jewelry to her. And is revert from her daydreams when a voice drawls her back to reality. "Ororo, are you still here or in the astral plane?" and the Witch Weather looks to see the King of Wakanda, for once, without his Black Panther´s mantle.

"If I was in the astral plane, silly, you wouldn´t be seen me...or would you?" Ororo asks crossing her arms -letting her glass of water on the table before- and smiles at the man who is now thinking so hard she can even see the gears working on his mind. "T´Challa, I´m joking...you would still see me if I was in the astral plane...God, Shuri was right, you´re a nerd" Ororo jokes and T´Challa is not bothered by the joke. Only sighs in relief.

"I´m happy to hear that" T´Challa speaks in an easier tone now-not the first time the women in his life call him a Nerd and T´Challa won´t deny this statement- finally took notice of the newspaper placed aside on the table "Are you keep tabs on what´s happening in the US?" his tone is casual but Ororo only needs to arch one of her elegant eyebrows to make the King of Wakanda drop the poor act.

"I wish you would not bother with what happens there" He states calmly and honest as Ororo sighs and looks away for a moment but the man continues. "But, it wouldn´t be the woman I love if you didn´t care...so tell me, Ororo, tell me what´s in your mind, please" he begs softly.

Ororo´s eyes direct to the ceiling, yet, T´Challa can bet she´s not really noticing the architecture and is drifting away to her past-one that T´Challa does not know all the details.

Her eyes land on T´Challa´s own eyes and she speaks without a filter this time. "I keep thinking...is the cure the real answer?" she inquiries more to herself than to T´Challa. "I know mutants that would give anything to be able to have normalcy" she speaks and gazes at his eyes lovingly now.

"I once knew a mutant that would do anything to be able to touch someone" She caresses his face for a moment. "To have this type of intimacy..." she flashes a kind smile to him as he kisses her hand and Ororo continues now with a forlon look. "Yet, I can´t help by thinking this cure may not be perfect...after all, are they signing up for this?"

"Ororo" T´Challa begins. "No one is forcing them to be cured."

"Yes, but, T´Challa...I´m not an omega...I´m a Beta...should I give up on my powers? Should I feel lucky my powers are so useful and only pity the others for not being blessed?"

"You´re my Queen and if anyone dares to hurt you...it will have to pass through me" His tone is sharp and words don´t doubt the sincerity of his words, but, can´t help by thinking in the what-ifs scenarios.

"And if I wasn´t your Queen? I can´t think of my life without my powers and at the same time...how can I say mutants should be proud of their powers if their powers cause detriment to themselves" Ororo asked again more to herself than to T´Challa.

Black Panther has no answer yet.

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The purple dress may be as glamorous as she was hoping and at the same time, it does resemble a butterfly. Betsy Braddock is more than familiar with the symbolism of a butterfly-she has a serious face as she glances over the penthouse she is living and stares at her reflection only to see purple- and putting her fingers on her temples as her eyes are cover in purple energy. "Butterflies as you only live once ...let´s where you are" she mutters to herself and could feel her mutation activate.

"Betsy?" someone knocks on the door but is already inside the house and Betsy´s glowing eyes deactivated once she looks at her brother, Brian Braddock, who has a big grin on his face. "Sorry to enter like this...I just want to see you...I haven´t seen you for 2 days" he chuckles a bit. "we´re too overworked with the case of Shadowcat" Brain explains and Betsy flashes a cutesy smile.

"Nonsense. We´re brother...Are you here to ask for help in Shadowcat´s case? I´m afraid I can´t do much" Betsy uses her telekinesis to offer some drinks to Brian who declines as he is sober for 4 years now and wants to remain like that. "one bad fight and that change you?" Betsy asked impressed. "I mean, I´m impressed you´re sober and extremely proud but to think it was for a fight for such petty thing" Brian nods sagely.

"If I could be violent for such a thing...I wouldn´t want to know what I could be really violent if I had alcohol..." Brian shakes his head. "No, I´m here only to give a nice hello to my favorite sister" and Betsy mocks roll eyes here while her grin is bigger.

"Brian, I´m your only sister"

"And even if I had 10 you would be my fav!"

And Brian continues. "I heard Wanda Maximoff gave you some troubles..." Brian trails off and Betsy just shurgs off.

"She created a protection system for all the magical users and well, she has magic but no real understanding of politics" Betsy states as if is nothing important and moves her hands around to prove this is not a big deal.

"Ok, and how are all the magic users in the US and UK? We´re British, of course, but...I can´t help to think there are some similarities in the stories I´m hearing" Brian states patiently and Betsy gave him a penetrating gaze for once.

"Yes, some magic creatures do tend to cause problems...some are too dangerous to be near humans...but, we must trust me, Brian, I´m dealing with this in the best way" Betsy promised and Brian waits to see if she would say anything else.

"Betsy...you´d know I´m here for you. To help...you don´t need to do anything alone, right?" his tone is soft as if he´s begging and Betsy cups his face for a moment and speaks again.

"You big oaf, I know this...but, I´m the older twin and I can take care of you and myself just fine, and yes, if I need help I´ll ask for my favorite Justicar" Betsy speaks amused and back to her high spirits. "Now, do you want to eat with me?"

"Oh, let´s save for a rainy day, Betsy...I have to complete a mission" Brian promises and once he´s out of her house and on the elevator the man can only look to the side to see his partner.

"So, how Butterfly went?" his southern British accent is thick and Brian rubs his eyes for a moment.

"Blade, you´re right...something fishy is going here"

"Congratulations, Brian...you get less stupid today. I´m proud of you"

"What is happening to the magical...users?"

"Oh, you mean creatures? Ah, back to the stupid again, anyway...those who aren´t useful ... aren´t needed in Butterfly´s chess game" Blade states poignant.

Meanwhile, once Betsy is back to be alone she´s frowning. "I´ll find you, Meggan Puceanu...just you wait!"

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Kurt Cadbury is not exactly as workaholic as people claim him to be-he won´t deny he loves his job and loves his life in general, but, the man does not live in his office 24/7- and right now, the man wearing his casual outfit getting hopeful looks from the ladies and just straight up having a good time.

So what if he went straight to a boutique shop? He could have been planning to buy a dress for his girlfriend-ignoring the fact he has no girlfriend at the moment- there´s nothing strange in this fact nor with the fact, he went straight to the woman with her naked back asking help to zip her black dress.

And really, there´s nothing strange in helping the said woman zip her dress as he speaks. "I reconize your fluffy her... Kitty Pryde!" and the woman turns to see him smirking at him. Kurt is also smirking in his self-righteous way.

"Oh heavens! Justicar Cadbury knows me? Damn...I must put this on my diary" she teases him and flicks his nose earning incredulous looks by the bystanders - his normal skin is hiding his fur and Kitty can´t help by wonder how he really looks like-

"Kitty Pryde, you´re under arrest!" he states taking his handcuffs. And Kitty comically raises her hands as she looks perplexed- in a fake way as Kurt would like to add- and speaks. "arrest for what? The dress didn´t look good on me...or you want to see me naked that much"

"For being Shadowcat!" he explains feeling his check grow hotter now.

"Oh, that´s so kinky. Did you walk around with your handcuffs only to role play with me? Kinky. But I´m afraid I must explain to those poor people" she mentions the bystanders who are equally confused and some are even turn on by this display. "what´s going on. I´m not Shadowcat and you have no proof...all you have is your love for me" she teases.

"You think too much of yourself!"

"I´m not going after you with handcuffs and saying how your hair is fluffy" and adds. "face it, tiger. You hit jackpot"

Kurt blushes and some ladies in the shop film the interaction amused. The famous bachelor is seeing someone?!

"I know you´re up to something" he couldn´t complete his sentence as a big boom is heard from a few blocks away and his eyes land on Kitty who is scared as the others - Kurt thinks the act is fake- but she looks at him and says. "Justicar Cadbury...will you not save us?"

Kurt points his finger at her and remains silent and leaves. He´s really not workaholic ...

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A few minutes before the big boom on

Edith Swayer is on the storage house looking at the Justicars in front of her who are placing her fears to rest and listening to her story as much they can- Edith is crying fat tears and is holding a big box in front of her chest- and summarize her tale in a few lines.

"Those vandals! They want to destroy the cure and they left...they stole everything but this..." Edith then continues. "But I saved this last box...Did I did something good?" she asked in a childish tone.

The Justicars don´t seem to care but since the cure is valuable and their powers are too volatile to use on Edith, they can play along. "Yes, you did great...now, hand over the box to us"

One of them is channeling their energy and attack Edith if she proves to be a problem...a band of beta stealing from Omegas? heads will roll for sure.

"Let me say one last thing" Edith replies with a big smile on her face. "Go to hell" it was a quick set of motions she stumps on the floor activating the trap and teleport at the same time with the last box of the cure.

Now

Kurt Cadbury is at the crime scene watching the group of Justicars severely hurt being taken care of by medical professions and while people explain what they think they saw - the Justicars aren´t well enough to respond anything- Kurt can only think one thing.

This is Shadowcat´s doing!