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... Familiarity ...

[Reader reminiscing about the way Kurt smells and the familiarity it brings them. Sprinklings of my own headcannon’s about how his signature BAMFs don’t just smell like brimstone and why they're so unique to him]

The scent was familiar; ash, ozone, and brimstone. Not entirely pleasant, but not horrendous either. It was something familiar, something comforting.    Everyone said that Kurt smelled like brimstone, but you couldn’t agree, not entirely at least. Ash, ozone, and brimstone. It was the scent of the smoke left behind by his ‘BAMF’, the smell of when he donned the suit and became ‘Nightcrawler the X-Man’, but it wasn’t him.

Kurt reminded you of a lot of things; laughter and safety and half-translated jokes in a language you couldn’t understand but loved to hear. He didn’t smell like brimstone, not entirely at least, and the thought made you pause. He smelled like bread, and clean laundry, and for some reason heat. It was a combination almost as interesting as the smoke of his teleports, and one just as comforting. You never realize how... calming, the scent of the person you love could be until it’s not around anymore.    The scent of brimstone clung to his fur, sure, but he was meticulous about his hygiene and spent most of his time out of the suit. So, most of your days with each other smelled like Kurt; like bread, and laundry, and heat. It was soothing, and for all that you teased him about smelling like rotten eggs after his BAMFs, you still clung to him without hesitation, still relaxed with your chest against his as he laid back on one of the many couches in the Institute.    “Why do you always smell like bread?” You look up at him, a confused expression pinching his eyebrows together as he tilts his head at your words. The question had been itching in your brain for a while, rolling around your skull like a particularly stubborn marble. The scent of bread, and laundry, and heat filled your nose as the fur of his neck tickles your cheek. “I can’t really figure it out. I know you eat a lot of bread, but I don’t think that would make you smell like it too. I just... don’t get it.” You could feel the tip of his tail flicking in amusement against your ankles as a small smile graced his lips, a flash of fangs peaking out and catching your attention as he chuckles softly before you go looking back up at him.    “It... might be easier if I just show you.” His hands press a little firmer into you, the one at your back holding you steady while the one on your upper arm rubs the thumb thoughtlessly as he shift the both of you to sit up, his legs moving out from under you to plant his feet quietly on the floor. You follow suit, adjusting yourself and moving to grab your crutches, slipping the braces onto your biceps. Kurt stands first, smoothing out his shirt while you get your crutches on and holding out a hand to help you up, always a gentleman.

 You take his hand to pull yourself up before you steady yourself with your crutches, your grip on the handles loose and easy and familiar, the material comfortable under your palms. His hand moves to rest on your shoulder as he guides you, walking towards the kitchen. You stare at him curiously, but don’t question him, although his amused grin is quite nice to look at. The walk is quiet, save for the soft hums that reverberate from Kurt’s throat, following along to some silent melody only he can hear.

He leads you into the kitchen, and then towards one of the stand-alone freezers, opening it up and assaulting your nose with the scent of bread. You blink the cool air from your eyes and stare. What... what were you looking at? You glance at Kurt only to see him holding the door open with one hand while the other sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, his tail coiling nervously around his leg.    Wrapped up in cling-wrap and lining the shelves of the small upright freezer, were rows upon rows of bread. There were different shapes, and sizes, and colors, all neatly ordered and wrapped up tight. There was even a small pile of what looked like pretzels. You were very, very confused. A quick glance at Kurt made him chuckle and avert his gaze sheepishly, a feat for someone without visible pupils.    “I... miss the bread back home sometimes. I took to baking it myself sometime after I first arrived at the manor to help with the homesickness.” He pulls out one of the pretzels and fiddles with it in his hands, slowly closing the freezer door. “The professor aided me in finding the recipes, I usually bake a few different types at once and then store them for later. Sonnenblumenbrot is my favorite, which is why there’s so much.” This was not what you were expecting.    “I-, huh...” You blink a few times, just to get your brain back in order. A small huff of amusement escapes you at the absurdity of what you’re seeing before a small chuckle breaks out. You lean a bit more firmly on your crutches as you let go of one of the grips, lifting a hand to muffle your giggles. You look up at warm yellow eyes and give a baffled grin. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t take you for the baking type.” Kurt let’s out a small chuckle of his own as the tension melts from his shoulders.    “Well, I don’t like to bring attention to it. Besides, baking is Kitty’s thing. I really only make bread Spatzl.” You point to the pretzel still in his hand with an amused grin and another chuckle.    “And pretzels apparently.” Kurt’s ears flush indigo, although it was a bit hard to see under the fur. Your own grin ticks up at the corner in amusement. “Can I try?”    And with the scent of bread and laundry and heat in your lungs, a new note of familiarity threaded itself into your heart as Kurt grinned wide, threw the pretzel in the oven, and you fell a little bit more in love.

[author-kweenyluv]

... Loss (but not really) ...

Inspired by @urdreamydoodles' X-Men x Reader prompt fill You think the enemy killed your lover

There was the distant cry of a familiar voice that made you turn in the heat of battle with wide eyes. Your gaze follows a lithe blue body as it collapses to the ground before your worldview narrows onto the blood pooling beneath the fallen form and its unnerving lack of motion.

Your hearing is reduced to staticky ringing as it clicks slow like your thoughts are moving through molasses. Kurt isn’t breathing. Kurt isn’t breathing.

You feel something in your chest crack at the sight before your lungs fill with cold and a piercing scream cuts the air. It takes a moment to register that it’s your own. Your visions tunnels until all you see is the still body of the man you love and the blood pooling under him.

You see red.

The next punch aimed at your assumed off-guard form never lands, and the enemy combatant who threw it is left wailing on the ground as the snap of bone can be heard echoing from his now mangled arm. You hardly even register your own movements as you silence him with a swift kick to the back of the head. He doesn’t move once he goes limp. Limp. Limp like Kurt.

The next few minutes are a blur of hazy carnage that leaves blood pooling in your mouth, caked under your nails, and bodies left in your wake. You don’t have the presence of mind to check if they’re still breathing.

You’re pulled out of your grief-induced bloodlust by the call of a ghost.

“Please look at me Spatzl… Ich verspreche dir, I’m right here.” He sounded hoarse. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

The world doesn’t come back into focus until you feel the worn fabric of his gloved hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking across your cheeks in a soft, soothing rhythm. “That’s it… come back to me Liebe, I’m right here.”

Kurt’s palms were warm, so so warm.

As your vision clears and you look into his bright, open eyes, you can finally breathe clearly for the first time since you saw him fall. His thumbs don’t stop their steady, gentle rhythm. The blood dripping from your fingers is cold.

“…I thought you died.” You finally manage to choke out in a rough whisper. “I thought you were dead.” Tears burned like fire at the corners of your eyes, and you could finally take in how shallow your breathing had become in your rampage.

Kurt doesn’t say anything more as he pulls you into his chest and holds you close, cradling you as you lean in and wail against his torso. He pays no mind to the blood on your hands as you cling to him like a lifeline. With how shaken you are he fears he might be.

It doesn’t take long for the adrenaline to fade and for your knees give out beneath you, Kurt gently guiding both of you off the messy ground of the battlefield. Although… at this point, it looked more like a massacre with you at its center.

. . .

You don’t remember how you got back to the mansion.

You don’t remember how you shut down and went nearly catatonic in Kurt’s arms. You don’t remember being gently led by the hand over to the Blackbird once the battle was over. You don’t remember the soft mutterings of German in your ear or how they kept your breathing steady. You don’t remember being ushered in-tow behind Kurt to the medbay to get looked over, or getting undressed and patched up.

When you come to you’re on Kurt’s bed curled into his side, the soft rumble of his voice as he talks low and soothing about nothing and everything as the both of you lounge in loose, comfortable house clothes. The tip of his tail flicks lazily over your entangled legs as you thoughts slowly resurface like they’ve been swimming in honey.

“…Kurt?”

The low, rumbling drone of your lover’s voice peters off as he turns his head to look at you, his eyes finding yours as your vision comes into focus. "What-?" Your hoarse whisper was cut off my Kurt engulfing you in a hug.

“Gott Danken Dank bist du zurück.” He says in a rush, holding you tight like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

As they two of you embrace each other close in the aftermath of the battle, the quiet murmurs of your voices lingering in the scant space between you. Gratitude melts to concern before a promise is asked of you.

“Spatzl… please, don’t let grief take you somewhere those who care about you can’t follow. Seeing you I pain like that… Gott im Himmel Liebe, it was agony. I couldn’t bare to see you hurting like that.” He murmured against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours while his breath mingled with your own. “I’m be here with you always Liebe, in this world and the next. Please don’t forget that.”

[author-kweenyluv]

Even the Brightest of Stars Burn Out when you Forget them

Hi there! this is a shameless plug for my fic 'Even the Brightest of Stars Burn Out when you Forget them'! Posts about it will be under the tag #The Brightest of Stars fic

Chapters: 9/11 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader, Rockstar Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Funtime Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's), The Mangle (Five Nights at Freddy's), Afton Family (Five Nights at Freddy's) ꧁☽𖤓☾❂☽𖤓☾꧂

Summary:

You've been dating Sun and Moon for over two years now, and while it hasn't always been smooth sailing, you loved each other. But as your three-year anniversary approaches, your boys begin to act like you don't even exist anymore, getting lost into their own worlds more and more.

How much distance can you put up with before your relationship breaks?

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additional tags under the cut

Additional Tags: gender neutral reader, Sun and Moon are Separate Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Sun & Moon are NOT brothers, Animatronics are Human Beings (Five Nights at Freddy's), Rockstar Funtime & Mangle are only mentioned in passing I'm sorry, this is rated Teen for Foxy's potty mouth, Foxy & Reader have a sibling-like relationship, Foxy is your pseudo-older brother figure now, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt, things get worse before they get better, I was having FEELINGS okay, Established Relationship, Relationship Issues, Sun & Moon accidently neglect the reader there for a bit whoops, Bad Communication, Sun & Moon are terrible communicators, So is the reader, Everyone is terrible at communication except Foxy, the Afton family is also only mentioned in passing, Allusions to violence and murder, it's really small tho i promise, like it's only really in the end notes, the end notes have lore btw, Not Beta Read, No Beta we burn like the Pizzaplex, I forgot to mention this but Moon also has a potty mouth, oh no, I don't know how to end the fic, UPDATE: I now know how to end the fic, it's going to get much worse before it gets better tho, I'm Sorry, there will be a happy ending tho!, I promise!, remember when i said foxy wasn't bad at communicating? that was a lie, Do Not Use With Or For AI Training or Chat GPT

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Wrapped in Ribbons (and begging to bleed)

Hi, this is the official first post for my second fic 'Wrapped in Ribbons (and begging to bleed)'. Posts about it will be under the tag #Wrapped in Ribbons fic

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader

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Summary:

You're the child of the Mayor, the pride and joy of your entire city! Their perfect 'Good Samaritan' and Role Model…

…if only it wasn't a fucking sham.

As you lose yourself in the lies and bribery your father spins to keep himself as Mayor, drowning in sex and liquor alike to quell your troubles while you play puppet in his razor coated palm, two Mafia Dons take notice and aim to claim you for their own. They say they want to help, but can they do it before what's left of you breaks down under the weight of your own mind?

(can red-soaked ribbons really hold you together while you're splitting at the seams?)

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additional tags under the cut

Additional Tags: Sun and Moon are Separate Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy’s), Sun & Moon are NOT brothers, Reader-Insert, No use of y/n, gender neutral reader, adult reader, Submissive Reader, Mafia AU, Toxic Family Relationship, reader is the child of the mayor, your dad is the mayor and he’s a Total Asshole I’m sorry, Sun and Moon are Mafia Dons, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, sex as a coping mechanism, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Groping, Implied/Referenced non-con touching/groping, implied/referenced alcohol consumption, Car Accidents, Minor Character Death, Arranged Marriages, Flirting, Eventual Romance, Concerned Sun and Moon, i swear this will have a happy ending i just need to put the reader through Hell first, Self-Destructive Tendencies, reader is very self-destructive both Intentionally and Unintentionally, this shit gets Very dark Very fast, You Have Been Warned, Do Not Use With Or For AI Training or Chat GPT

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Pinned Post Time!

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Hello there! The name's [̵̛͕̪͘ͅe̷̫̣̅̓R̸̛̼̣̣͉̈́͘r̶̯̝̯͐͛͜Ő̶͚̗̤r̵̲͚̾̌ ̵͎̯͂̾͠4̸͉͌0̵̮̞̭͔̾̈́4̶̢̄]̶̭̘͇̓͐͛̕ but don't worry about that! My main blog is @KweenOfKonfusion and is mostly just for my random BS, but please call me Kweeny on here! I currently live in I̵̢͓̮̕M̶̮̋͠͝ ̷̨̤̹̓̅̇F̸̭̙͆̀͘R̸̛͉͉͓̍Ȩ̸̰͈̈́͊̇E̵̺̹̮̒̽ and most of this introduction is pulled from my AO3 bio!

I made this blog to have a dedicated place to gush and post about my writing and fanfics without it being buried under all the stuff on my main blog

The main Character(s) I'm writing for include;

The Daycare Attendant (FNAF SB) Kurt Wagner (X-Men)

My current fics are;

#The Brightest of Stars fic

#Wrapped in Ribbons fic

Anyways, I'm here for a good time, not a long time folks, but frankly it's nice to meet you all anyways! (≧▽≦)/"

The tag for my fics is #KweenyFic, and the one for my posts and posts I've replied to is #KweenyWrites!