#if im stuck on a train at night so is kurt

[rikebe]

getting home late... i hope he doesn't miss his connecting train

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Me? Making part 15 end with mushy fluff? Maybe. It might be to make up for what the next part has. You'll just have to wait and see 😏

The next morning Katara and Aang left to go train and Kurt came with. "Why are you coming? You're not a waterbender"

"No, but I bend in water style, plus I'm coming along for the showdown"

"What showdown?" Katara asked with a tilt of her head

"Oh, you'll see, well, Aang and I'll see. You know Katara, being self taught is amazing, especially given your strength as is. I'm sure you could absolutely destroy Pakku if you wanted to"

Aang and Katara had no idea what he meant until they got there and Pakku said some silly sexist nonsense. Kurt was excited for Katara to throw hands, but... she didn't. Well, not until the next day after being caught waterbending with Aang.

Kurt stood to her left with Sokka to her Right and Aang to Kurts left. "Come outside if you're man enough to fight me!" She screamed as she nearly shattered the entire building. Kurt grinned to himself and gave Pakku a shit eating grin before turning on his heal.

"Katara, you don't have to do this for me" Aang pleaded with her

"Im not doing this for you! Someone needs to put that sour old man in his place!" Kurt geinned at her response while removing her over coat.

The fight went on for a while, ending with Katara stuck in ice. Kurt nearly blew the old man's head off, but this was Katara's fight. After Pakku found the necklace and the two talked a while Pakku finally agreed to train Katara.

That night Katara cornered Kurt and poked hir forehead "you knew the customs didn't you" she accused him

"Yeah, I did from the beginning. I wanted you to go with Yue and I but she told me about the customs. I was reluctant at first but I went, and well one of the waterbenders there wanted me to encourage you to fight back so I did... subtly, and it worked." He smirked up at her and she grumbled

"Yeah, youre right about that one."

They had spent about a week at the pole, Katara and Aang training and Zuko taking any chance he could get to steal Kurt away from Kahno so that they could have small ice picnics out of the city with Suki and Sokka. It was a nice experience to say the least.

Sitting on the fur blanket they set out Sokka flopped ontop of Kurt. "Hey! Get off of me you jerk!" But after Sokka fell so did Suki and Zuko. And that is how the small firebendee found himself at the bottom of a cuddle pile when Kahno walked past.

"Uh... what are you guys... doing?" He said awkwardly while fidgeting with something in his hands.

"We're cuddling" zuko piped "wanna join?"

"Uh, no, I just, I brought Kurt something" he looked at his hands and the trio ontop of Kurt loosened their cuddles so he could lean on his elbows.

"Huh? For me?" Kurt said and tilted his head

"Yeahz uhm, I was hoping to find you alone but, uhm" Kahno shifted on his feet for a second

Kurt smiled and shimmied out of the cuddle pile. Dusting off his coat he walked to Kahno. "What is it?"

Kahno held out his hands to show him a small pale blue stone carved into a flame "you.. uh, you don't need to take it if you don't want it, I just... i carve things alot as practice and well I wanted to try and carve a flame"

Kurt snorted and took the small stone flame looking at it "thank you Kahno, hey, mind bending down a bit?" Kahno nodded and bent down. Kurt grabbed his hood and tugged him down to plant a kiss on his cheek "I appreciate the gift, thank you, but don't you have bending practice to get back to?"

"Oh! Right! Uh! Yeah, I'll... I'll go do that!" And with that the tall waterbender ran off leaving a smug but blushing Kurt and his trio of cuddle buddies.

"Awwwww, you kissed him because he carved you a fire!" Suki teased

"Oh shut up Suki! He was so awkward I couldn't help it." He pouted but was dragged back into the cuddle pile where they all marveled at the small fire. It was the perfect size to clasp it onto his necklace he normally wore around his neck.

Hm, he just needed a clasp for it, given the small hole at the top flame clearly meant for one.

[roxiera]

different // kurt wagner

request: Hi since I'm trash for POC representation and fandoms could either one of you please do an imagine for any marvel or DC character where the reader is super intelligent but since they don't speak English perfectly people don't think they are smart and then the reader proves everyone wrong and sasses the people who doubted them. (Sorry if it doesn't make sense) (by @thegirlwiththestories)

a/n: im such a hoe for kurt hes so cute omf so hopefully you dont mind this pairing !! also omg fun fact yall i actually took german as a third language in my first year in secondary school and i sucked ass at it whoops :’-)

- roxanna

It was frustrating.

You weren’t stupid - that you knew for a definite fact - but sometimes people treated you like you were an absolute idiot.

From innocently intrusive questions about your heritage to comments whispered laughingly smack in front of you when people thought that you didn’t understand English at all to racial slurs you had been called while out in public which left you flushed and furious.

You had proven yourself over and over again, and it still wasn’t enough. 

You had been brought to Xavier’s a year ago, excelling both at school and out on the field. You were a mutant, just like everyone else in the school, but you were still different.

The colour of your skin and your different facial features still drew curious stares of newer mutants, and a month ago, it had gotten out that you had been struggling with your classes because you couldn’t grasp half the things being taught in rapid English. You could understand it printed out on paper, sure, but you struggled to keep up with the language you had only begun picking up a few months before you had been picked up by Charles.

You had found yourself getting less and less hours of sleep as you struggled to stay up all night pouring over messy notes, the translations making absolutely no sense whatsoever as you stared at them heatedly. Getting a D just two weeks into school had been an awful blow to the gut. You had been a straight-A student back in your old international school, and you had always been ahead of everyone in your class - and, hell, you were a year ahead of everyone else your age, for god’s sake.

You were one of those kids, the ones who stuck out in a way that was annoying and embarrassing and made you want to cower in your bedroom with an oversized sweater and a good book, away from the persistent curiosity and intrusiveness of everyone in the school.

Then Kurt happened.

He was wonderful and understanding and patient and he knew what it was like to not be normal.

Both of you would spend the few moments you had along snuggled up together on the rooftop, gazing at the stars and recounting memories and exchanging feather-soft touches which left your skin tingling and your heart feeling like it was about to burst out of your ribcage and leave a gaping hole in your chest.

 Kurt made everything okay again.

It had been another simple day when you finally snapped.

You had been horribly stressed over a History project which required a lot of writing, and you had been moody the entire week, anxious for your first Advanced Biology class. You had finally managed to get your grade back up to an A+, and Charles had made an exception and transferred you into the class midyear.

Kurt threaded his fingers through yours gently as you two made your way to the classrooms from the cafeteria his presence a welcome distraction from the nagging thoughts swimming through your mind.

You parted ways with your boyfriend at the entrance of your classroom, pecking him on the cheek and grimacing slightly, before sagging your shoulders and rushing into the classroom, wanting as little people to notice you as possible.

As if.

The entire class went drop-dead silent as you strode over to the seat in the farthest corner of the class, keeping your eyes trained on your shoes. You felt stares boring into your body as you pulled out your notes and stationary, determinedly averting your eyes from your classmates, who were beginning to whisper among themselves.

Is she seriously in this class?

She can’t even speak English properly.

Have you seen her assignments? My sister could do better, and she’s ten.

The snide comments didn’t get any subtler nor did they cease as the lesson progressed. Your cheeks were beginning to flush and your knuckles were pale and your fingers were trembling as you tried to shut out the words thrown around the room.

Your rapid scribbling of notes had stopped, and you found yourself staring at your notebook, your veins feeling oddly hot as blood roared in your ears and your heartbeats echoed through your bones.

Your feet were halfway out the door the instant the bell rang, but you found yourself stopped by cold fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist. You glared at El - a blunt mutant with no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever who was able to manipulate the earth - daring her to keep her hand on your skin.

“Look, (y/n), no offence or anything, but are you sure that you can cope in the class? I mean, you’re cool and exotic and all, but your English isn’t, like, you know-”

“Just go back to your dirt and neither of us will have a problem, okay?”

As you stormed away from a gaping El and her little squad, you found the anger in your veins dissipating, being replaced by a soft glow of pride and smugness, a little smile finding its way to your lips.

Maybe you would be able to cope after all.

a/n: rushed af but my weekends are just as packed as my weekdays and i have piano lesson tmrw and i haven’t practised shit ? like crap im going to die ohwells also idk why i put kurt in here owgnnortbb im so stupid omf

- roxanna

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