#kurt wagner x gn!reader

[decaf-mother]

"Happy New Year!!!"

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MDNI

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Kurt Wagner x GN!Reader

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Warnings: Pure Fluff, Possibly OOC

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The party was fun to an extent- you enjoyed being around the others but... It got to be too much as usual, the loud music and varying conversations was overwhelming, making it feel like your lungs were caving in and your ears were going to explode.

There was one mutant who realized your discomfort almost immediately, his yellow eyes catching sight of you off in the corner of the room.

In a disorienting 'poof' you had been grasped gently by two blue three-fingered hands and teleported outside.

The sounds coming from inside were in the background now, the crisp fresh air filling your lungs and the less intense atmosphere helping you wind down into a feeling of relief, Kurt politely moving out of your personal space now.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah... Just- not really good at loud environments, y'know?"

A few heartbeats pass in the silence, not much conversation needed. It's New Year's Eve... A time to be celebrated. Part of you expected Kurt to head back inside to the others but instead he stayed out here with you, he seems content to just watch the stars.

"You... Don't have to stay out here with me."

"I want to."

A shiver passes through your body from the cold winter breeze, there's a slight shuffling and he wordlessly drapes his jacket over your shoulders, you didn't know quite how to react to the gesture- to the way he looks at you with such fondness. It's always so easy with Kurt, his feelings seem clear as day whenever your eyes meet his.

His jacket is so warm and his scent lingers on the plush fabric, you tug it close to yourself to break off the wind that chills you to the bone.

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me. Isn't it tradition to kiss someone at midnight?"

The question caught you off guard until you realized that everyone was counting down now, able to vaguely hear their voices in the house from outside.

His eyes never leave you as you simply give a small nod, his hand resting against your cheek while his tail sways blissfully.

"May I?"

You don't need any convincing- there's no one you'd rather kiss than the gentle blue mutant, one with a heart of absolute gold. It was no secret you two had been pining after one another, yet neither of you ever truly made a move.

"Yes."

His lips meet yours just as the words 'One!!!! Happy New Year!!!!' ring out in the background, warm and tender just as you expected it to be, his tail loosely draping itself around your waist which earns a giggle from you.

The kiss is broken and his tail continues to brush up against you lightly, the brightest smile possible on his face- sharp teeth in clear view.

"That was the perfect way to start a new year... I like this tradition."

"I think I like it too."

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{I need to write more for Kurt he's so <3}

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[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi Alex I hope you're doing alright:) can you do platonic headcanons for Kurt Wagner X genderfluid mutant reader who can bend metal. . ( reader is friendly, smart & introverted ) , I'd appreciate if you include the coming out part

That's it, thank you:)<3

A/N Ahhh platonic headcanons. I always end up writing fics instead of the headcanons but I hope you like this anon! I always love writing for Kurt, that boy has a special place in my heart <3

Trinkets

Tags: Kurt Wagner and Reader, Platonic relationship, Betfriends, XMCU fanfic, Pietro Maximoff, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Jubilation Lee, Mention of Cherik, Introverted reader, Kurt our fav blue boy, Everyone is gay, probably, definitely, growing relationship, headcanons, coming out

A little Headcanon and story of how you and Kurt became best friends.

Kurt was your tour guide when you first arrived

When Kurt heard about your mutation, he becomes very interested to learn about you (because the only other mutant who can bend metal is the Professors husband and he’s arguably scarier)

Definitely fascinated by Kurt's power and physique in general, gushing about his sharp tail and sharp nails

Both you and Kurt were a bit of a stuttering mess with each other's fascination, but eventually laughed it off as you got closer

Once comfortable in the university, you gravitate towards Kurt most of the time, hanging out with him and his group, mostly with Jubilee, Pietro, Jean, and Scott.

The group calls you the ‘Less Scary Magneto’ and has adopted you into the extroverted group, their 2nd introvert.

Joined Pietro on pulling a prank on Logan, ended up failing, Kurt saved you but couldn’t save Pietro

Never joining Pietro on a prank again unless Kurt joins too

Was so happy when your room is across the half from Kurts, and just a couple of rooms from the others

Saturday nights at Jubilee’s room, hanging out and just unwinding from the busy study week

Paints Kurt's nails with any colors he wants (Kurt does the same for you)

Makes the group little metal jewelry, bracelets, and rings

Sometimes leaves little metal trinkets around Kurt's room

If Kurt comes over to you and asks if you intentionally left something in his room, you’ll just give it to Kurt as a gift

Kurt has a jar full of said trinkets

Definitely do study sessions with Kurt and Jean, sometimes the other three would join.

You once mended a metal seat into the ground to keep Pietro in place because he needed to study for finals. The others laughed when obviously didn't work. You gave up since you can't waste metal chairs.

Spends most of the afternoon in the library with Kurt, reading a lot of books and helping Kurt with any English words he might not be familiar with

Has a favorite part of the library where anyone can guarantee you and Kurt could be found there

Could be found with Kurt in the training ground below the school

Secretly really happy the group doesn't see you as your physical body

When the first Pride Month rolled around in the Xaviers Institute, you were very excited to see how many queer students were.

The students threw a party that first week of Pride, filling the school's gym with snacks and colorful balloons, rainbow decorations, and someone was a Dj there too

Kurt and you were surprised that the Professor and Magneto showed up, but regardless very happy to see them together

You escaped the crowded place when Kurt decided to teleport both of you to the school's roof, the party downstairs still loud

Up with the cold breeze of the evening's air, you came out to Kurt as Genderfluid 

Patient Kurt Wagner, Always accepting Kurt Wagner, he pulled you into a hug and was very glad you're comfortable enough to come out to him

Spent the rest of the night with your best friend and pointing out stars 

[writingoddess1125]

Relationship Weirdness

Kurt Wagner x GN Reader Headcanon

Funny and Silly established relationship

Masterlist

This Link leads to Kurt Wagner- Or does it???

THE NICKNAME DILEMMA

• Kurt has a Love, Hate relationship with the seemingly endless stream of nicknames you seemed to have for him and how you constantly

• Sure he had ones for you, but all classic in affection!

• Like Schatz aka his treasure, or Engel! He loves calling you Engel, Liebling also, Sweetie too in English

• However from you he does get the 'Love' Or 'Babe' but also he gets-

• 'Fuzzy Butt!', 'Blueberry', 'Sugar Booger-'

• Some he was fairly sure one was a drug inudendos as well!

"Schatz- What is will the constant changing nicknames?" He ask you one day after you kiss his cheek and weirdly called him 'Sugar Booger'

"Do you not like them?" You ask, he shakes his head.

"Nein, I like them. It's just- Isn't that a slang? For a bad thing?" He questioned, watching a weird smile goes across your face as you suddently snort up his arm like you'd done a line off him.

"Yes- You my Blue Cocaine"

He stared at you with a deadpan stare, trying to hold back his laughs as he covers his face with his hands.

You're so fucking weird-

PHYSICAL AFFECTION FUCKERY

• Kurt's tail has a mind of its own especially with you, so more often then not it will be wrapped around you, sliding up and down your back, sliding across your thighs or trying to find its way into your hands.

• He never notices until you reciprocate the affection, often leaving to him being a blushing mess when you run your fingers up the velvet like tail-

• He is naturally very physically affectionate so will cuddle you or lean against you most times.

• Sitting on the couch? Kurt will slide in right next to you. Making dinner? He will lean his weight on your back and look to see what you're making- Personal Space doesn't exist

• While Kurt is Cuddly, You are grabby-

• His tail? His fluffy little ears? His sides? All fair game!

• Seeing two fuzzy asscheeks in the shower, you see how the hair sort of swirls like a cowlick-

• You can't help but touch them-

• Earning a loud surprised noise from Kurt as he turns to look at you quite literally messing with the hair on his ass

"Really?-"

THE BEARD ERA!

• Kurt is very feline like in nature and the facial hair adds to this as well it seems.

• He will like to rub his neck and cheek against you, sometimes giving a growl/rumble as he does so.

• You can protest all you want but he will just give you an evil smile and rub his cheek against yours harder before teleporting away to avoid the consequences for giving you mild rug burn on your cheek!

• When Kurt's beard starts growing thicker he gets some ingrowns on the part were his neck meets his head so you have to open pin him to get at them-

"Stop being a big baby! It's deep!" You yell as you pin your boyfriend, watching him squirm under you in protest as you get the tweezers closer to the series of bumps.

"NEIN! LASS EN IN RUHE!" He screamed as you get the tweezers to get a big ingrown that protruded from his skin.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

THE FOOD FIASCO

• Has very weird eating habits- You often forget he was raised in a circus in Germany so he eats like it too.

• AKA Hawaii Toast-

• Your mortal enemy and the thing that you are willing the kick box over in terms of the kitchen area. The first time you saw Kurt make it, you almost sobbed at this atrocity towards both Hawaii, Italy, Bread and maybe Humanity

• "What the fuck is that!?" You almost cry out as you see the monstrosity on the counter.

"Hawaii Toast-" Kurt says calmly as he butters bread, adds ham, a ring of pineapple and some kraft cheese on top before chucking it into the toaster oven while grabbing some ketchup-

You stare at him in horror as he makes direct eye contact with you and takes a bite of this- monstrosity

• He does know how to cook luckily even if he makes Hawaii Toast for himself- Him learning recipes from your culture and you learning from his. As well as taking turns with kitchen duty!

• For Drinks- Kurt is the Master! He can open any bottle, he can make the perfect pours! He knows the exact drink you'd like off the top of his head

"You're a fucking Wizard Blue-"

You say in awe as you watch Kurt make you a drink calmly, raising a brow as he opens the beer bottle with his tail like nothing.

"I know~"

[cera-writes]

Pretty pleeeease some nightcrawler smut with a more sub!nightcrawler?😭 Or just reader spoiling him and calling him a pretty boy, praising him, etc

A/N: say no more... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!Reader Tags: nsfw, oral sex (giving), praise, and just pure smut

Nothing but Praise

It was late into the night at the X-Mansion, the usual sounds of mutant powers and training sessions replaced by a serene silence. You were in the library, a book open on your lap, but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts kept drifting to Kurt, the enigmatic Nightcrawler, whose presence had become a constant in your daydreams.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Kurt appeared in a puff of smoke and brimstone right beside you. His sudden arrival startled you, causing you to drop your book with a soft thud.

"Kurt! You really need to stop doing that," you chided gently, though there was no real heat in your words.

He offered a sheepish grin, his blue fur shimmering slightly under the library's soft lighting. "Sorry, mein Freund. I forget sometimes how my teleportation can startle."

You shook your head, smiling as you picked up your book. "It's okay. What brings you here so late?"

Kurt hesitated, his tail flicking nervously behind him. "I... I could not sleep. Thought maybe I could find a book to help pass the time."

You noticed the slight tremor in his voice, the vulnerability hidden beneath his playful exterior. "Come here," you said softly, patting the seat next to you.

Kurt sat down, his proximity sending a thrill through you. You could see the fatigue around his eyes, the weight of recent battles and missions taking their toll.

"You know, Kurt," you began, turning to face him, "you don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to let someone take care of you."

His yellow eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and something deeper, something yearning. "I... I do not know how to be anything else," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently touching his cheek. "Let me show you," you whispered back, your thumb brushing against his fur.

Kurt's breath hitched, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Ich verstehe nicht, was du willst," he murmured, his German accent thickening with emotion.

"I want to spoil you, Kurt," you explained, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. "I want to tell you how amazing you are, how beautiful."

His tail wrapped around your wrist, a silent plea for reassurance. "Really?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"Really," you confirmed, leaning closer. "You deserve to be praised, to be taken care of. Let me be the one to do that for you."

Kurt's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, a slow smile spread across his face. "Then show me, bitte," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "With pleasure, pretty boy," you murmured against his skin, feeling him shiver at the term of endearment.

As you pulled back, you saw the trust and desire in his eyes, a promise of what was to come. Tonight, you would show Kurt just how much he meant to you, in ways neither of you would ever forget.

You led Kurt to a more secluded corner of the library, where plush armchairs and a soft rug promised comfort. The dim light cast shadows that danced around you, creating an intimate atmosphere. None of the other students were permitted in the library this late, so it was just the two of you.

"Kurt, you're not just strong or brave," you began, your voice low and soothing as you sat down, pulling him gently onto your lap. His body was surprisingly light, his tail coiling around your leg in a silent affirmation of trust. "You're also incredibly gentle and kind. It's one of the many things I adore about you."

He looked at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and pleasure. "Danke, mein Freund," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Ich... ich weiß nicht, wie ich soll..."

"Shh," you whispered, placing a finger on his lips. "Let me do the talking for now. You just enjoy being taken care of."

You ran your hands through his fur, feeling the softness under your fingers. Kurt leaned into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Encouraged by his response, you continued, your hands moving down to massage his shoulders. He tensed briefly before relaxing under your ministrations, his head falling back slightly.

"You're so beautiful, Kurt," you said, your voice husky with desire. "Every part of you is perfect."

His cheeks darkened under his fur, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Du bist zu gut zu mir," he whispered, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. He responded eagerly, his tongue darting out to meet yours. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that had been simmering between you both for too long. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless.

"I want to make you feel good, Kurt," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you like."

Kurt hesitated, then spoke softly, his German accent making each word sound like a melody. "Ich mag es, wenn du mich streichelst, und deine Zunge auf meiner Haut... you-your tongue, Liebling. Just... anywhere on me."

You nodded, understanding his desires. You began by trailing kisses down his neck, each one eliciting a shiver from him. Your hands roamed over his chest, tweaking his nipples gently, causing him to gasp.

"Ah, ja... genau so," Kurt moaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Encouraged, you moved lower, unzipping his jumpsuit slowly. His chest heaved with anticipation as you exposed more of his blue skin. You kissed every inch of newly revealed flesh, your hands caressing his sides.

"You're doing so well, pretty boy," you praised, watching as his eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping him.

You reached his erection, already hard and straining against his suit. With a gentle tug, you freed it, admiring its size and shape. Kurt whimpered, his hands clenching in the fabric of the armchair.

"Suck me, bitte," he pleaded, his voice shaky with need.

Without hesitation, you moved in front of him, letting him take the chair as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Then, you leaned in, taking him into your mouth. Kurt cried out, his hips bucking slightly as you took him deeper.

"Mein Gott, du bist so gut," he gasped, his hands tangling in your hair.

You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around him, enjoying the taste and feel of him. Each moan and plea only spurred you on, eager to bring him closer to the edge.

As Kurt's moans grew louder, his body tensing with the impending climax, you knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with exploration and pleasure.

You continued to lavish attention on Kurt, your mouth working diligently around his shaft as you felt his body tense with each passing moment. His hands gripped your hair, guiding you gently but firmly, a silent command for more intensity. You complied, increasing the pace of your movements, your tongue swirling and flicking in ways that made him gasp and moan.

"Ah, mein Gott... du bist wirklich gut dabei," Kurt panted, his voice thick with desire and a hint of awe. His tail tightened around your leg, a physical sign of his growing pleasure.

You pulled back slightly, teasing the tip of his erection with the flat of your tongue, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "You like that, pretty boy?" you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes.

Kurt nodded, his eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. "Ja, bitte, mehr," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Satisfied, you engulfed him again, this time taking him deeper than before. Your hand moved to cup his balls, gently rolling them between your fingers as you sucked. Kurt's hips bucked involuntarily, caught in the throes of pleasure you were expertly weaving around him.

"Du... du bringst mich um," he gasped, his body trembling as he neared his peak.

You hummed around him, the vibrations adding another layer to his building climax. With one final, deep suck, you pulled back, letting him slip from your lips with an audible pop. Kurt's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes wide and unfocused.

"Not yet, Kurt," you whispered, your voice a sultry tease. "I want to feel you come undone completely."

Standing up, you guided him to lie down on the soft rug, his body compliant under yours. You straddled him, your hands roaming over his chest, tweaking and pinching his nipples until he moaned beneath you.

"Please, I need... I need to feel you," Kurt begged, his hands reaching up to pull you down for a kiss.

You obliged, kissing him deeply as your hands moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin around his erection. You stroked him slowly, watching as his face contorted with pleasure, his mouth forming silent words of encouragement and praise.

"Tell me what you want, Kurt," you whispered against his lips, your hand stilling.

"I need you, I need to feel you," he breathed out, his eyes locked onto yours, pleading.

Understanding his desire, you positioned yourself above him, gripping his shaft to line it inside of you. His precum coated your fingers and it was enough to coat yourself for him before letting him enter you.

"Ready, pretty boy?" you asked, your voice husky with anticipation.

Kurt nodded, his hands gripping your hips. "Ja, bitte, tu es," he urged.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you rolled your hips, feeling him deep inside of you. Kurt's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head back in pure ecstasy. You gasped, your own breath shallow with the effort of holding back.

Once Kurt nodded, you began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he moaned and encouraged you. Each thrust brought him deeper into you, the friction building deliciously between you.

"Mein Gott, du fühlst so gut," Kurt cried out, his hands moving to your back, urging you closer.

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, your movements becoming more urgent. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Kurt's increasingly desperate cries.

As you felt your own climax approaching, you bit back another moan, biting your lips as the sight of Kurt panting and nearly crying from pleasure nearly sent you over the edge.

"Cum for me, Kurt," you commanded, your voice rough with desire.

Kurt cried out, his body arching off the ground as he came, his release spurting between you as he pulled out. The sight of him losing control sent you over the edge, and you stroked yourself a few more times just before climaxing, your own cry echoing his.

Collapsing beside him, you pulled him close, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. Kurt nuzzled into your neck, murmuring soft thanks and praises in German, his voice content and sated.

"Anytime, pretty boy," you whispered back, kissing the top of his head. "Anytime."

[trashland-llamas]

Kitsune

x gender neutral reader

Thinking about Kurt interacting with a reader whose mutation makes them look and act like a fox/kitsune.

He sees them for the first time. Enamored by their multiple, fluffy tails that he ends up letting his impulsive thoughts win.

So their first interaction is Reader's view being obscured as black smoke wafts towards them from behind, yelping as they feel a tail different from their own tap them on the shoulder. Going by the blue spade.

'Hello!' comes his greeting, paired with a toothy smile. 'Hi? Oh, you have one too!' Now aware that the tail was his. Reader's tails twist about in the air, excited. 'I do! I'm Kurt!' 'Y/n, it's nice to meet you.'

As they become better friends, Kurt gets to witness more and more of Reader's kitsune traits. The biggest is that when humans are mentioned in their presence, Reader will become extremely skittish.

Kurt usually finds them holed up in one of their little makeshift nests among the manor. Alcoves that no one visits too often. Wide eyes staring at his yellow ones from beneath a blanket.

The claw marks found on the floors/walls are the reason the alcoves are abandoned. But Kurt's not scared of them. Instead he cozies up right next to them.

Kurt who gets jump-scared the first time he hears their laugh. As it sounds more like a garble. They laugh with their whole body, squirming a bit in their seat. Going until they run out of breath to start up again a second later. What he said wasn't even that funny.

One day, Reader catches Kurt staring at their tails for a split second too long. 'You can touch 'em if you want. Don't tug on them though.' The last sentence is something Kurt understands very well. After that, when bored, he'll just bat their tails with his.

Sometimes, Reader gets the zoomies and shifts into a fox, chasing after Kurt who entertains it by transporting all across the manor.

'Wait! Doesn't that make you older than Logan!?' is the shocked exclamation that comes after asking Reader about their birthday, and they include the year.

'Shh! Ever heard the saying; speak of the devil and he shall appear? Don't summon that grumpy fart. But yes, believe I'm...300 to 400 years older than him.' Reader trips Kurt up with some of the slang they use.

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Buzz - Kurt Wagner x GN!Reader

(I've been looking at my old Nightcrawler fics some don't hold up so well but one or two do and this one was one of my favourites. So consider this a reupload)

Something has felt off for a while maybe a change is what you needed after all

It was starting to get really irritating. Every shower you'd notice your hair would be falling out more into your hands. Every time you brushed it, there was more hair ending up in the brush than you liked. You tried all the ranges of shampoo and conditioners you could find to stop the hair loss. It would be fine for a while but then your hair seemed to start falling out again.

That day after your morning shower you had had enough. It was going. All of it.

Your dad often came by to have you trim his hair, so you knew your way around a set of clippers. Sadly, your hair was way too long to use the clippers straight off, so you grabbed your kitchen scissors and began cutting off your locks. You disregarded the mirror as you knew that you would cave and stop if you saw your pitiful reflection. When the floor of your bathroom had a good layer of your hair on it, you ran your hand over what you had done so far.

It felt good. But not short enough for you. You wanted it all gone. This is where the clippers came in. The 9mm guard already clicked in place. Since it was winter you didn’t want to go completely bald. Maybe keep it short enough to run your hands over when you get nervous or anxious. (Better than any fidget spinner)

It took a while, but you were finally finished.

You flicked your eyes up to mirror in the bathroom, letting out a startled gasp.

That was you. That was really you.

A smile crept over your face. You turn your head this way and that. You smile turned into a grin then a laugh.

“Hi me. Where have you been all my life.” You run your hands over your hair. The softness of it all welcomes your touch. “I’m me again.”

You step back and look at the hair on the floor.

“I need to clean that up.” A tickling feeling began on your neck. “But first a shower. I must wash these stray hairs off.”

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You were singing in the shower when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“(Y/n)? I’m back from my run. You want a cuppa??”

“Sure.” You called out. Having finally gotta rid of all the stray fallen hairs on your body. Washing your hair was quick and simple now which was such a good thing to find out.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your head, out of habit and another covering your decency. Knowing that Kurt would want a shower after you.

You saw the hair on the floor and did you best to get rid of it in the bin by the toilet. There was another knock on the door before he opened it. His hands held your favourite mug with your morning brew made perfectly.

“Good morning my blueberry.” You said taking your mug from him. He smiled at your choice of pet name for him. “Good run?”

“Ya, Logan was complaining most of the track. But I ran on ahead and finished up sooner than anticipated. Which means I get to spend more time with my lovely partner.”

“In crime!” You finish with a wiggle of your fingers of your free hand.

“Why must you always say that.” He shakes his head.

“Because it is funny, and you know it.”

“What’s that?” He looked to the floor where your cut hair had been. Only now did you realise that there were still some fine hairs laying on the ground.

“Urm, yeah about that.”

Kurt looked at you nervously.

“Is there something wrong darling?” He held onto your damp shoulders trying to look for some clue.

“I er I . . . . I think it is better to show you. Hold this please.” You passed your mug back. Taking a deep breath, you undid the towel on your head and let it drop on the floor.

Kurt gasps as the sheer difference of hair style.

“(Y/n)? What brought you to do this?” He made a gesture to the new look.

“You know why. Well part of it.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his, what you assumed to be disappointed face.

“Is this about the amount of hair you have been losing, Ja?”

“Partly. Maybe I just didn’t feel right with my hair like that. I haven’t done this as a rush decision. If I am honest, it has been playing about in my mind for months.”

“Why did you not tell me this.” He places your mug on the bathroom counter and pulled you into a warm and slightly sweaty embrace. “You know you could have told me this. I could have helped you cut your hair.”

You pull back slightly.

“You mean you aren’t mad? That you like it?” You watch his features to see any hint of denial in his words but there was none.

“I must say it was a shock at first, but I rather think it suits you, my love.”

“Danke.” You giggle before peppering his face with kisses.

“As lovely as this is, if you are done with the shower is it possible I could use it?” He quirked a brow.

You pull away and bite your thumbnail.

“Why of course Mr Wagner but it seems I am no longer clean anymore.”

“Darling there is nothing about you or your mind that is ever clean.” He pulls away your towel letting it pool at your ankles. “But I am sure we can do something about that. Don’t you?”

You grab his shirt and pull him against you.

“My my what ever could you mean sir?”

He growls out your name before claiming your lips in a kiss that made your heart sore. (Among other things)

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I hope this is still a good fic after all this time

[cherry-writes-smut]

Logan Howlett/Wolverine:

Scott Summers/Cyclops:

Hank McCoy/The Beast:

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler:

Raven Darkholme/Mystique:

Charles Xavier:

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto:

Alex Summers/Havoc:

Anna Marie/Rogue:

John Allerdyce/Pyro:

Bobby Drake/Iceman:

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver:

Remy LeBeau/Gambit:

Anna Marie/Rogue:

Scott Summers/Cyclops:

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler:

Jean Grey/Phoenix:

Ororo Munroe/Storm:

Kevin Sydney/Morph:

Jubilation Lee/Jubilee:

Robert De Costa/Sunspot:

Tate Langdon:

Kyle Spencer:

Kit Walker:

Zoe Benson:

Madison Montgomery:

Violet Harmon:

[v-cain]

"Christmas Morning"

A/N: merry fucking christmas *tears down calendar that says it's June* sorry to everyone who requested fics that i blatantly ignored, i have had an excruciatingly stressful year, and i feel like if i wrote said requests they wouldnt turn out the best they could be. ENJOY!!!!! (also fucking finally got around to writing erik omg yaayyyy)

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing (probably), Dogs, Brief joke about murder, Mentions of alcohol (let me know if i missed any)

Pairings: (All Platonic) Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader, Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Erik Lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader

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It was early on Christmas morning. Scott had woken you up at 6am and dragged you down the stairs to open presents with the rest of your friends. You decided that your present to him this Christmas was not murdering him for this act of treachery (and a small painting of Scott depicted as one of Snow White's dwarves).

You curled up on the couch with your loving dog Edo, half asleep, as everyone exchanged gifts. A pile of presents and wrapping paper were slowly building up on the floor. So far, you had received a pair of fuzzy socks that Kurt had crocheted, the Twilight book series from Jean, a Snow White colouring book from Scott, and a new glitter-pen stationery set from Jubilee. Among those gifts you also had a thick leather-bound notebook from Professor McCoy, "The Art Of War" by Sun-Tzu from Erik, and a pair of novelty dice from the Professor. You weren't sure why you got that last one but you appreciated it all the same. As the group surrounding you chattered and joked, your gaze drifted towards the door. Logan had gone on a trip a few weeks ago, with the promise of being back before Christmas. So far he had yet to make an appearance, which was worrying you, but you tried to focus your thoughts back to your friends.

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As the day went on, you found yourself glancing over to the door every few minutes, hoping Logan would walk in at any minute. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing with Edo outdoors in the garden, despite the freezing cold. It wasn't working as well as you had hoped, as your mind still wandered and worried about Logan. Plus, your hands were getting numb.

As you throw a ball for Edo to catch, you hear someone walking up behind you. You turn, and are greeted with the site of Erik Lenhsherr, who has a mixture of a kind look and a "What the fuck are you doing out here in the freezing cold on Christmas?" look on his face. You knew Erik pretty well, despite the fact he had only moved into the mansion a few months ago, and the pair of you shared many pleasant conversations (which were all almost entirely about philosophy, western literature and cat memes.) You turn back around and watch as Edo runs up to you, a happy expression adorning his features.

"Might I ask why you aren't inside with everyone else?" Erik asked, watching Edo drop the ball in front of you, before his gaze turns to you. You pick up the slimy ball and pelt it across the yard. You watch Edo sprint after it, then deciding to say "Just thought I should appreciate nature at it's finest, s'all." You hear Erik sigh, and you turn back around to face him. His smile was gone now, instead replaced by creased eyebrows and a downturned mouth.

Erik shifted his shoulders, pondering what he should say, then sighed again. "I know you miss Logan, Y/N." Your gaze turns to the frost tipped grass as Erik continues, "And I know it's hard not having him here with you on Christmas." Erik pauses before saying "But I also know that if Logan were here, he wouldn't want you outside in the freezing cold, especially not alone." He paused again, then simply said with a small bit of worry evident in his voice "Come back inside, Y/N." You watch as Edo drops the ball further away and chases a bird around. You bite your the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment, before agreeing "Ok." Erik smiled and patted you on the shoulder. "I'll see you inside." He turned and started walking away, then called after him "And put some gloves on!" You huff a small laugh and then whistle for Edo to come over. 

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It was now the late evening. Most of the younger kids had gone off to bed a while ago, so the living had the older kids and some of the teachers inside. An old re-run of 'Home Alone' was playing on the crappy TV that looked like it was around longer than Logan. Edo was curled up beside the fireplace, a content look on his face. Jean and Scott were leaning against each other on the couch, talking quietly amongst themselves. Jubilee and Kurt had gone to bed as they both apparently wanted to keep on track with their "sleep schedule", and wouldn't stay up for just another half hour. What a bunch of losers, you thought as you pulled on the socks Kurt crocheted for you.

You walk out of the living room, wandering down the hall towarss the main entrance. As you round the corner, you see the door open and Logan step in, covered in snow and rain. Your once bored expression turns into one of pure glee as you shout "LOGAN!" before barrelling into the man. Logan lets out a small 'oof' as you hug him, you wings wrapped around him. He hugs you back and says in his usual gruff manner "Missed you too, kid." You release him from your death grip and grin up at him, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "I have a present for you!" Logan raises an eyebrow, but before he can question the gift, you grab his hand and start dragging him towards the living room. As you walk, you ask Logan about where he went, and what it was like, and did he see any cute dogs, and did he take any photographs. He tried to keep up with your rapid fire questioning- that he was somewhat used to, after over a year of knowing you- when you arrive in the living room.

As the rest of the room greet Logan and make conversation with him, you walk over to the far corner of the room where you stashed your present for him during the morning. You fished out the present from behind a few books, which was brightly wrapped in pink wrapping paper, and had a pink bow stuck on top. As you turned around (nearly knocking over a vase with your tail due to your enthusiasm) you caught Erik throwing a questioning look at the present. In return you stuck your tongue out at him, to which he rolled his eyes and turned back around to Charles. You walked back over to Logan, who was standing near the fireplace, and stood in front of him. Logan looked down at you and raised an eyebrow when he spotted the present.

You thrust the present into his hands before holding your own behind your back. You smiled, slightly nervous, and said cheerfully "Open it!". Logan carefully unwrapped it, to reveal a mug. He turned the mug around and read the print on it, and laughed heartily. You grinned and laughed a bit yourself. "I'll use it everyday." Logan said, smiling down at the mug. The mug in question read; 'May contain Whiskey, Vodka and/or Beer' You had found it in a novelty gift shop a few months prior and thought it was perfect for Logan.

As you two talked, Logan thought about how grateful he was to have a little brat like you in his life. Sure, you could be a pain in the ass- especially when he was trying to teach you Maths- but you were a sweet kid. He didn't know where he'd be without you, his reminder to keep going and stick around. Meanwhile, you thought about how your life had been tipped upside down like a glass of water when you first entered the school, and then how quickly it was refilled. Your life had become so much better as you built your new home, your new family, that you loved so dearly. You were eternally grateful for your family, and hoped it would stay this way forever- filled with hugs, dogs, jokes, happiness and cat memes. Though, as you were surrounded by your loved ones chattering away, you had the dreading sense of feeling it wouldn't.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Safe And Sound - Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Title: Safe And Sound

Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Prompt: "I feel safe with you."

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Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!

WC: 500

Warnings: None :) Just fluff

There was a lot to be afraid of in the world. For some people, it's all about survival. And for others, they fall. You were a survivor, living in the X-Mansion with your boyfriend Kurt. He was just like you; a mutant. Though you couldn't teleport and you weren't blue... You had your own set of powers. And Kurt... He was your world. He was your rock, your anchor, the reason why you kept going. And Kurt felt the same towards you. You were his everything. His partner. The one who helped him get through his days. 

But some days were hard, and Kurt had his insecurities, and so did you. But, you both got through them together. Holding each other, cuddled on your bed in your room; relaxing after a long day. You held him close to you, his head on your chest, and he'd wrap an arm around your waist. That was where you belonged. With Kurt. You felt at home. No one could take that away from you. Not even death.

You two lay there, silently. It was already nighttime, and your bedroom light cast a dim glow against the wall, painting shadows on Kurt's face. He was beautiful, you thought. Like a little angel. His hair stuck out every which way, making him look even more adorable. His eyes were closed shut as he relaxed into your embrace, though you knew he was still awake. There was nothing more peaceful than this. You wanted time to stop, so you could live like this forever.

He hummed, nuzzling further into your warmth. And you stroked his arm gently, as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. You wondered what he was thinking... If those thoughts were good or bad... If he was thinking of you. Or if his mind was wandering elsewhere... A million miles away. You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to break the peace. You desperately wanted to save this moment. This perfect moment. Because right then, at this moment, you were happy. Happy with your life. Content. And because you knew that Kurt was too. He absolutely loved you so, and nothing was ever going to change that. Ever. So this was a perfect moment. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the soft texture of it between your fingertips. And you sighed contently, closing your eyes for a second. Your heart swelled. It was such a simple thing, to love someone. Someone who meant everything. Who made you feel complete. Someone who made you feel loved. 

Kurt was in heaven. He truly was. Being there, wrapped in your arms was only what he could call "a dream come true". Every time you kissed him, caressed his skin with your finger tips, or even whispered sweet nothings into his ear, it filled him up with warm, fuzzy feelings. They were indescribable. He felt his heart pound against his chest as he whispered,

“I feel safe with you.”

[swanimagines]

X-Men: Imagine Warren and Kurt fighting over you, because they both have a crush on you.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

NOT A PRIZE

Usually, your mornings at the school were very peaceful and quiet. After waking up, you took a shower and then went to have breakfast with your friends. But today, the morning was quite a bit different than it had ever been. Your friendship with Warren and Kurt had always been kind of weird, the two of them had very different personalities so they didn’t really get along. But you thought their dispute was only about their personalities clashing, not because of… you. 

So when you popped out of your room, you certainly didn’t expect to hear the two of them downstairs having an argument. It was barely past eight, Warren was a major sleepyhead you would have to bang around his dorm room before he’d finally agree to wake up. So that alone was weird, but then you also heard Kurt being angry. And he very rarely got angry, so there were two things that weren’t adding up this morning.

Just before you’d be rushing over to see what’s the matter, you heard Warren say your name. You froze for a moment, and then made your way to the stairway, stopping into the blind spot to  hide to listen in.

“I’m just saying,” you heard Warren say, and could almost see in your mind how he smirked at Kurt. “If anyone were to take them out, it should be someone with class. You know, someone who can actually take them above the clouds. Literally.”

“Ach, bitte," Kurt scoffed. “You act like they’re a prize to be won, ja? Maybe they’d prefer someone who isn’t so... so vain!”

You heard how Warren shifted, judging by the sound of his wings brushing against something. “You think I’m vain? At least I’m not going around teleporting and spooking them all the time, you’re going to cause them a heart attack with that!”

You heard a bamf and Kurt appeared to the base of the stairs, his back to you, but it was enough to make you almost drop your books and you scrambled back to hide.

You heard Kurt continue. “And I’m not strutting around like an overconfident peacock trying to find a mate!”

You almost heard your brains whirring, denying the obvious. They didn’t really have anyone else in common who they both spent time with, but surely this can’t be about you? They were talking about your namesake, or you heard wrong and Warren didn't say your name, or maybe he didn't say a name at all. You were just tired, hearing things.

Right?

You heard Warren’s boots as he walked, probably circling Kurt. “Listen, Elf, you’re sweet. I’ll give you that. But they need someone confident, classy, and charming. Not someone who’s constantly second-guessing himself and feels insecure.”

Kurt replied again. "And you think you’re that person who can make them happy? You don’t even know their favorite book, do you? Or how they like their tea when they’re stressed? I know them, better than you ever could, I would know how to make them feel loved!"

Warren huffed. “I know I’m the person who can make them happy and feel loved, and I don’t need knowledge of some stupid books or tea bags when���”

“Stop!” you exclaimed before you could hold yourself back, and the bickering stopped immediately like a wall just rose in front of it. You still weren't fully sure if it was about you, even though there weren't really other people who could be the one.

You descended the stairs to find both boys frozen, staring at you with eyes as big as plates.

“How much did you hear?” Warren asked, and you shrugged.

“There’s someone you both have a crush on,” you started, and then sighed. “I only could make up one person who it is. So uh, is it… me?”

They both looked away the moment you said that, and you felt blood rushing to your own cheeks. You didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. Were you flattered? Yes, but you also felt bad because the next thing you had to do was to turn them both down. 

“Okay. Um. Yeah, this isn’t the way you’ll get my, or anyone’s attention,” you sighed. “And I’m not… looking for a relationship right now.”

They didn’t reply at first, just glanced at each other sheepishly. You all stood there for a moment, before Kurt cleared his throat.

“I… I did not mean to cause trouble,” Kurt muttered. “I only want to make sure you are happy, not because I want to fight with Warren.”

Warren shrugged. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly trying to make a fool of myself either. I just…” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to prove I could be the better choice for you.”

You crossed your arms. “Well, I hope you both know that trying to fight over me is just embarrassing, both for you and me. I really don’t want Scott to see you both swooning over me or bickering because of me, his teasing would never end.”

Kurt shifted on his feet. “I… I am sorry, truly. I let my feelings get the better of me.” He laid a sideways glance at Warren before adding, “And I let him get to me.”

You could see Warren wanted to snap back at Kurt’s provocation, but forced himself to stay calm. “Yeah. Okay, same here. Sorry. We were dumb.”

You sighed again, looking at the two over. “And for your information, I like both of you. But only as friends. Please, let’s focus on that right now.”

They were both silent at that, so you glanced towards the kitchen. “Well, I’m starving. If you want to join me for breakfast, you’re welcome to. But no bickering there either.”

“I will make your favourite!” Kurt chirped, and then glanced at his backpack. “But first I have to return a book to the library.” 

You nodded with a smile, but when you turned away and had walked at the end of the hallway, you heard Warren mutter, “I’ll still be the one who wins their heart one day.”

Kurt growled as a response, and you rolled your eyes. Boys.

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Kurt Wagner

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[comically-callous]

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 💀

Logan:

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 🧚‍♀️

[sanguineterrain]

Kurt wagner and tail stuff!!! I love that boy! I love how you write! I love the tail! Smashing them together we got a a little piece of heaven! So Kurt wagner with s/o and some tail action pretty please!!

(Like if you need some more then that: for example, the times before they were together Kurt’s tail always seemed to gravitate towards reader (I’m an advocate that Kurt’s tail is like a fricking mood ring) wrapping around them, touching them. The times when they were together! And the time reader wraps their hand or something around his tail or something)

Love your writing! You’re awesome and amazing! And I want to say in advance, thank you so so much for doing this ask! I will treasure it dearly! And if you don’t do the ask then thank you so so much to taking the time to read it! Have a lovely day!

ouuu this is a sweet request <3 tail boy! thanks nonnie :) hopefully I did him justice 🫶 changed the request a bit but kept the same idea about the tail. may write a part 2... we'll see!

kurt wagner (nightcrawler) x gn!reader. fluff, cooking, gambit and rogue trying to talk some sense into the reader.

note: I tried to capture kurt and gambit's accents. however, as always, I'm open to feedback on them. It's definitely not my intention to offend or miswrite anyone!

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The smell of bubbling cheese wafts from your pot as you stir. It's been a while since you were able to cook for yourself and have a nice meal, always running out to do something or another for the good of the planet.

"Smells good," comes a familiar voice. A moment later, a tail curls around your wrist as you shake some paprika into the pot.

You look away from your stirring into golden, irisless eyes. Kurt grins at you.

"Mac 'n cheese," you say by way of greeting. "Want some?"

"Please und thank you."

Anytime you cook, you offer Kurt to share. You frequently have the thought that you spoil the hell out of him, but you can't help it.

He helps you out by putting away the milk and cheese. But he's never far; his tail remains on you. It slackens from your wrist, then explores up your arm and around your elbow.

It's nothing new, of course. The first thing you learned about Kurt Wagner is how physically affectionate he is.

"That tail seems to have a mind of its own, elfie," you say, smiling down at the pot.

"What do you mean?"

"It's always holding onto me." You turn off the burner.

"Ah." Kurt drops his tail. "My apologies. I can ease up, as you say."

You shake your head. "Don't. I don't mind. Never have."

So Kurt gives you one final tail squeeze. The fur on his arm tickles you as he brushes past. You watch him in confusion.

"Where are you going?" you ask, halfway through scooping two servings of the pasta.

"Not far," he says brightly. "Jean wanted me to bring spoons from the kitchen." He holds up three metal spoons with his tail.

"Spoons?"

He shrugs. "An experiment. Who am I to question a scientist's whim? I promise I will be fast."

He teleports away, and you have a mind to cover Kurt's bowl with a plate. You bring both bowls to the table. At last, a proper meal.

You don't mind eating alone, but that hardly ever happens with Kurt around. Even if he's just eaten, he'll nibble on whatever you've made. You don't know where he puts all that food—perhaps in another dimension—but he makes it a point to eat with you, regardless of whether you've cooked or not. Even if you're in the middle of the forest eating a tin of beans, Kurt will plant himself right next to you and keep you company.

He's a good friend. The best friend you've ever had, actually.

"Woo, smells good!"

Gambit comes in first, followed by Rogue, since the two are never seen apart anymore. Gambit, nosy that he is, makes a beeline to Kurt's covered bowl.

"And what's in here?" he asks, lifting the plate.

"That's Kurt's," you say. "You can get some from the pot."

"Mais, it's Kurt's, huh?" He glances at Rogue, who grins. "Hear that, chère? Not sure if I should take from the pot. Might take my head, too."

You squint as they share laughter. "What're you talking about?"

"Oh, nothin'," Rogue says sweetly, taking the seat diagonal to you. Gambit sits next to her.

Your frown deepens. "I didn't say you couldn't have some, G, I just—"

Gambit shakes his head. "Don't go worryin' 'bout that. I'm just teasin'. I think it's cute how you feed the furball."

"Excuse me, I feed myself first," you say, and shovel a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

You hate not being in the know. It happens frequently, being that you're not a mutant. You're here on a personal invitation from Charles due to your "technology skills."

Really, you'd been brought here to fix Cerebro. And after that, you'd sort of just... stayed at the school. Charles had offered you a room, Kurt had won your friendship (or, perhaps, you'd won his), and you'd never left.

"Well, what do you mean, anyway? So what if I feed Kurt," you say, unable to stand not knowing.

"Just seems like where you are, Kurt's never far," Rogue says, watching you eat.

"Yeah, so? He's my friend."

"Oh, un ami. Is that what we're callin' it?" Gambit asks, eyes gleaming with mirth.

"What else would you call it?"

They look at each other in that Siamese cats way. Often, you've had the thought that they can read each other's minds—no powers needed.

"You really don't know?" Rogue asks, voice softening.

"Know what?" you ask impatiently.

Gambit makes a quiet noise in his throat. "Y'all don't know. He's gone on you."

Your brows rise. "Kurt? Don't be silly, Remy."

"Oh, great. You're both in denial," Rogue says, rolling her eyes. "Haven't you noticed how touchy he is around ya? Always huggin' and clingin'."

"Kurt's like that with everybody," you say. "He's like that with Logan!"

"Mais, the tail, it never lies," Gambit says with all the wisdom of someone centuries older. "He don't go wrappin' that tail 'round anybody."

Rogue nods sagely. "True. And he's always puttin' that tail around you."

"But he's..." You put your fork down in frustration. "That's ridiculous. Kurt would've said—I mean, there would've been a sign. He would've told me. Kurt doesn't hide anything from me."

"This is new for him, honey," Rogue says. "He's never been in love for real. He's not gonna act rationally."

"Alors, look at it this way. La Raison parle, mais l'Amour chante. Hm? His body betray his words. It sings to you. Jus' like I sing to ma cherie."

He reaches to take Rogue's hand, eyes practically heart-shaped. Rogue lets him, smiling in that secret, shy way of hers whenever Gambit is sweet on her.

L'Amour...

"Kurt is not in love with me," you say. "End of story."

They both heave sighs.

"Just watch his tail," Rogue says. "Kurt can hide a lot, but he can't control how he—"

BAMF!

You flinch as Kurt teleports into the kitchen. He grins and waves, then bounces around the table to greet the others.

"I'm back!" he says. "I hope my mac did not get cold. Will you be eating with us?"

"No, that's okay," Rogue says, looking at you meaningfully behind Kurt's back. "Rain check. We've gotta go train."

Gambit winks at you. "See y'all."

They disappear quickly. Kurt turns to you, blissfully unaware of your newly formed nerves.

"I am sorry I was gone for so long," Kurt says, sitting down to his bowl. "Jean had some questions about my abilities. Apparently, she's trying to replicate them in a machine."

"That's okay," you say. "Rogue and G kept me company."

Kurt beams. "They are so good for that, yes?"

He shovels a mouthful of mac 'n cheese into his mouth and groans in appreciation. His tail instantly curls around your wrist.

"Amazing!" Kurt says. "Perhaps your special ability is your cooking, hm? I would believe it."

You laugh. "Danke, elfie."

"Bitte schön," he says, eyes lighting up at your German. He frequently informs everyone about how good your German is becoming, even though you hardly know ten phrases.

His tail begins to stroke your arm. You wonder if he's aware of it. If he knows how his tail betrays him.

But no, that's outrageous. And even if it was true, it's not like the feeling's mutual, right?

"Oh, and," Kurt says. "I got us tickets to that show you wanted to see. They're playing it at the theater downtown. We can go on Saturday, ja?"

"You... oh. Wow. I told you about that ages ago, Kurt. You remembered?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he says, tilting his head. Like it hadn't occurred to him to be anything less than thoughtful.

"No, I'm just—thank you. That's really nice of you."

Kurt beams. "I am excited to watch the green witch und her pink friend sing!"

He keeps eating, unaware of the way he's made your world tip on its axis. Because now you know.

You're in love with Kurt Wagner. And the feeling just might be mutual.

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Kurt Wagner x GN Reader

Fluffy Fluff Ass Fluff!

Soft snores filled your small one bedroom apartment, you having had a rather long day had been dead to the world- Drool staining your pillow as you were off in the land of fluffy clouds.

Tap Tap...

Why were the clouds making a tapping noise?

Tap Tap Tap..

The Fuc-

Tap Tap Tap Tap!

You wake up from your odd dream with a start, looking around confused as you hear the tapping sound once again. Looking to your window as you just saw- Darkness? Turning on your light quickly you almost give a soft shriek as you see Kurt, AKA The Amazing Nightcrawler and your dear friend on your window seal waving at you with a clearly busted face and cheeky smile.

"Oh my God Kurt!" You rush over falling from your bed and to the floor to the window and slide it open quickly, pulling the blue man inside as he holds his side and chuckles.

"Surprise!" He says far too cheerfully for your taste.

"Why didn't you just teleport inside!? Youre injured!" You hiss at him still a bit asleep as you look over him a bit frantically, luckily you saw only a few scraps and probably some bruising however nothing seemed to serious off first glance.

"Its Rude to just appear in someone's home Schatz" He said with a chuckle before wincing softly, You shaking your head at his antics.

"Think anything is broken or are you just bruised?" You ask, Kurt gives a soft shrug. "Bruised mostly, a few nice cuts. Nothing too bad"

You nod, leading him towards the bathroom.

"Best to get you washed up first, then I can get you bandaged up" You say, Kurt nodding as he followed you, watching you grab some stuff for him.

"Come on, Pop the top" You say as you wave your hand for his shirt, he chuckles and peels it off and hands it to you, being mindful of his injuries. You exchanging it for a fluffy towel, spare toothbrush and a wash cloth.

"Wanting to stare?" He teased as he gestured to his naked torso, You rolling your eyes and giving a fake purr at him.

"Of course Blue~ Now. Freshen Up, You smell" You say sticking your tongue out at him which made Kurt laugh and wave you away. You taking his top with you and close the bathroom door behind you, chucking his shirt in the wash as you hear some water running.

Kurt sighs as he looks around your space- Seeing the different products you kept and such before jumping in the shower to get cleaned up.

He spent a good 20 minutes in the shower, which allowed you time to grab some extra blankets and pillows to toss on your bed. Making sure to also lock the window. When the water shut off you walked back over and knocked, The door swinging open as Kurt stood with the towel around his waist brushing his teeth.

"Vo 'ou 'always ha'e 'xtra tuu'th 'rushes?" (Do you always have extra tooth brushes?) He asked taking time to get his fangs and spitting-

"Yes your suppose to get a new one ever 3 months blue-" His brows raised at this in surprise as he set the brush down.

"3 Monate?!" He exclaimed as you nod.

"Come on, sit on the throne, it will be easier to get you bandaged anyway" You say as you walk into your bathroom turning on the warm water and grab the med kit under the sink, Kurt chuckles as he takes a seat on the closed toilet while keeping the towel around his waist tighter to keep modest, you beginning to take a warm rag to any noticeable cuts, making the man hiss in pain.

"Big Baby- Now why aren't you at Xavier's were Doc Mccoy can give you some proper medical care" You question, cleaning a would would some rubbing alcohol as you placed a large bandage across it.

"Ah Meine bessere Hälfte, you make it sound like you don't want me vere" He said with a cheeky smile, You giving him a playful glare as you began to wrap his torso in a thick bandage.

"You know that's not what I meant Fuzzy-"

"Nein, I was on the way back and we flew near by your place. Decided to stop by and visit" He admitted, while you wanted to be mad at him for doing something like that you couldn't. Instead going and placing some bandages on his face after wiping the blood clean.

"Well- Next time just teleport in, Id hate for you to catch a cold trying to visit" You say, shooting him a smile as you wrap up his fingers last- seeing a few cuts on them most likely from the handle of his sword.

"And All done! There!" You beam a smile at him which he returns, wiggling his three fingers at you.

"Danke"

You slide the med kit back and clean up the bits of trash from the counter. Kurt rolling up with a sigh as he followed you out still in his towel as he saw you chuck his pants into the wash having grabbed them from the floor on your way out.

"Uhh Engel my-" He gestured to his clothes in the wash.

"Ill give you something to wear, besides its late anyway- Just spend the night" You call out from your room, the sound of shuffling going on as Kurt turned to your tiny apartment couch.

"Ah Do you want me on the Couc-"

He was cut off as a pair of your shorts hit his face, Him pulling it off with his tail as he glanced in your direction. Seeing you already climbing in bed as you pat the space next to you.

"Get in the Bed Fuzzy-"

You call out, Kurt seeming to freeze for a moment before smiling- Stepping just out of your view to slip into the shorts before teleporting himself next to your bed.

"Goodnight Engel" Kurt said softly, his tail wrapping around your waist as you yawn closing your eyes and letting sleep reclaim you, a smile now on your lips.

Kurt slowly sliding into your bed as he gave a loud groan- clearly his body exhausted from his mission and a soft bed was more then welcome, Pulling the blankets over both of you as you cuddle into the Blue man, he hesitates but only for a second as he wraps his arms around you with a content sigh.

"Goodnight Blue"

[cera-writes]

I think we can all agree that Nightcrawler has 'baby girl' energy. How about him falling for someone with 'that bitch'/'bad boy' energy?

A/N: wrote up a lil one-shot of this kind of scenario! Hope it's okay <3 Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!Reader Tags: soft Kurt, comfort, respite, sfw, mutual affection

Clash of Innocence

Rain lashed against the monastery walls, the wind howling like a banshee. Inside, Kurt Wagner, better known as Nightcrawler, knelt peacefully in the chapel, his blue fur gleaming faintly in the candlelight.

Suddenly, the heavy oak doors creaked open, slamming against the wall with a bang. A figure, shrouded in a tattered cloak, stumbled in, rainwater dripping from their form. Kurt's head snapped up, his big, yellow eyes wide with concern.

"Hallo, there?" he said, his voice a gentle German lilt. The figure threw back their hood, revealing a person with striking features, a black eye, and a bruised jaw. Their hands were bandaged and bloody, fresh from a fight it seemed. Kurt thought you were breathtaking, even with a scowl etched on your face.

"Nightcrawler," you rasped, voice a husky contralto. "Need a place to crash for the night."

Kurt, ever the hospitable one, beamed. "Of course! Please, come in from the storm. You look..." He trailed off, searching for the right word. "Bruised."

You snorted. "Amongst other things. Don't worry about it."

Kurt insisted on tending to your wounds, his touch surprisingly light and warm. Despite your best efforts to act aloof, you couldn't help but wince when he dabbed at a particularly nasty cut on your arm.

"You seem awfully familiar with pain," he commented, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Let's just say I have a talent for finding trouble," you said curtly.

There was a tense silence, then Kurt surprised you with a chuckle. "Alright, touché. But that stays between us, pointy ears."

A blush crept up Kurt's neck, dusting his blue fur a faint pink. "Of course."

Later, after a surprisingly comfortable sleep on a makeshift cot, Kurt found you perched on the roof, staring out at the storm-wracked sky. He materialized beside you with a soft poof.

"Shouldn't you be getting some rest?" he asked gently.

You shrugged, a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes. "Sleep doesn't come easy for those who dance with demons."

Kurt sat beside you, a comfortable silence settling between you both. He broke it hesitantly. "Hey, why do you do it? Why fight the darkness?"

You looked at him, surprise giving way to a grudging respect. "Because someone has to. Because someone has to protect the good guys, even if they don't know it."

He smiled, his pointy teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Perhaps, we are not so different, you and I."

The air crackled with unspoken attraction. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Though, I must admit, your method of demon-slaying is far less...orthodox than mine."

You smirked, a dangerous glint in your eye. "Maybe next time, fuzzy ears, I'll show you."

Kurt's own smile turned mischievous. "Perhaps. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

He leaned in further, his voice a low purr. "Call me Kurt."

The space between you evaporated. Your lips were fire against his, the kiss a clash of sweet innocence and raw desire. As the rain continued its relentless assault on the monastery, a different kind of storm raged within you, a promise of something far more dangerous and thrilling than just a night of refuge.

[trashland-llamas]

[warning; assholish/insensitive reader]

[Gn! Reader]

Reader, new to the whole mutant thing after discovering theirs, spotting Kurt for the first time; what are you, the fucking fae?

Kurt, confused, points to himself to clarify that they’re talking to him

Kurt; no, but I am part demon

Reader; huh? so demons are real?

Kurt; you believe in the fae but not demons?

Reader; just didn’t know if they were real. also I am so sorry. that was rude as hell of me to ask, even if you did happen to be a fae. Ma would’ve raked me over the coals if she heard me say that.

Kurt; it’s…certainly not the worst I’ve been asked, not even close.

Kurt; Raked over the coals?

Reader; figure of speech, basically a pretty bad scolding. Get dragged by the ear bad.

Reader; was always told not to mess with the fae, all the pesky loopholes. that and all the other superstitions Appalachia had to offer

Kurt finds Reader’s belief system confusing as fuck. The confusion gets worse the more Reader tells him over the course of their friendship.

Kurt, at some point in the future; yea, no, your soul is definitely rife for damnation