#quick bamf

[lucysarah-c]

Levi had always been reserved, specially about his personal life. To anyone, about anything.

Three subtle knocks echoed at the door, rousing Levi from his bed. He groaned uneasily, burying his face deeper into the darkness as if seeking refuge from any source of light.

A few more insistent knocks followed, still maintaining their subtlety. Grumbling under his breath, Levi sat up, his right hand fumbling along the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, he searched in the darkness for his discarded clothes.

Quick, bare footsteps sounded against the wooden floorboards as he hurriedly dressed, letting his white uniform pants hang loosely around his hips.

"Coming, coming," he muttered softly as he reached for the doorknob.

He didn't bother to button up his clothes as he cracked the door open slightly. With tired eyes, he frowned at the person on the other side, his dark hair disheveled and unkempt.

"Levi?" Erwin's voice came in a hushed tone. "Sorry… were you asleep?"

The Captain knew explanations were too complicated and unnecessary. "No," he spat out. Recognizing Erwin as the one knocking, he fully opened the door.

"Are you sure? If you were asleep, I can come back tomorrow morning first thing," Erwin persisted, aware of how rare it was.

"What do you need?"

"I have some reports that need your signature before I send them out as soon as possible."

Before Erwin could say anything more, Levi nodded, gesturing for him to come in. As Erwin stepped inside, he mentally noted the oddities: Levi's disheveled appearance, his whispered voice despite few other higher-ups being awake in the facility at that hour, and how Levi subtly closed the door leading from his office to the bedroom.

Levi settled into his office chair and extended his hand for the papers, which Erwin quickly handed over. "I can come back tomorrow before your training session with your squad."

Levi shook his head and got straight to business. It was late, around 2 am, but Erwin knew Levi was hardly ever asleep at that hour. Despite the locks of hair raised in disarray, his struggle to fully open his eyes, and his haphazard appearance, Erwin noticed how eager Levi was to complete the task quickly.

"That's regarding the letters we discussed at the meeting-"

"Yeah," Levi interjected, completely disinterested in whatever he was signing, eager to be done with it.

Erwin tried not to dwell on it, but he sensed that something was amiss. Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence of the night. Both men tensed as the noise of a flushing toilet echoed through the room. Levi's color drained from his face as Erwin turned around, confused.

The bathroom door opened, revealing you, still half-asleep, clad in an grey shirt and bare legs adorned with bites and hickeys. Scratching your tangled hair, you peered out with closed eyes.

"Lev? What are you doing up? Come back to bed," you mumbled.

Upon noticing the silence, your eyes snapped open, your cheeks flushing as you instinctively tugged the shirt closer to cover yourself. Levi buried his face in his hands as Erwin stifled a chuckle.

"Sorry," you muttered before shutting the door.

Levi groaned, thrusting the completed pile of papers toward Erwin. "Your damn papers."

Erwin collected them with a subtle chuckle. "Told you I could come back in the morning."

-

"Hey, shorty. You think we can discuss the maps tonight-"

"Levi is occupied at night now, Hange," Erwin interjected, addressing the slightly confused Squad Leader. "Very occupied. Hands full."

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[bamfkeeper]

Bamf Who Cried Bamf.

RQ: 'Hear me out: one of the Bamfs gets hurt so you give it a lil extra attention and it just soaks the love straight up. Lookin all smug at the other Bamfs all curled up in your arms and being all snuggly-Next thing you know when you see Kurt and the Bamfs next all the little guys are pretending to be hurt to get special treatment.' - @dinogoofy

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader | Warnings: Light description of injuries, I use it/he/they pronouns for the bamfs.

A/N: This is so sweet! I love the little bamfs getting jealous~ But I also like the idea of caring for one and it needing you. Unedited I'm lazy. | WC: 2.8k

The bamfs were unruly most days, their mischievous souls often getting the better of them. They were quite the handful, like terrible toddlers in their behavior and demands for attention, making them even more challenging to manage.

With teleportation powers at their disposal, these little creatures could appear and disappear at any time, often causing chaos in their wake.

Great. Sometimes you forget they can teleport.

Most days, you found yourself playing the role of 'mother hen' so to speak. Kurt often took on the role of playmate, engaging the bamfs in games and keeping them entertained, you were the one who actually took care of their day-to-day needs. This division of labor seemed to work well, with each of you contributing in your own way to the bamfs' well-being. Despite the occasional frustrations, you didn't mind your caretaker role.

As terrible as they could be sometimes with their sudden appearances and disappearances causing no end of trouble, they were equally as sweet in their affectionate moments. Curling up with them felt so natural to you, a comforting routine that brought joy to both you and the bamfs. You loved holding them close, feeling their small bodies nestled against you, and placing gentle kisses on their tiny heads. The soft purrs they emitted during these quiet moments were incredibly relaxing for you, a soothing balm after the chaos of the day.

The current day felt wonderfully lazy, a much-needed respite from the hectic pace of life you and Kurt had been maintaining lately. This afternoon of relaxation was essential, a well-deserved break from the constant hustle and bustle. The bamfs, ever-energetic, were engaged in their usual playful antics, either scampering about the room or deeply absorbed in one of the numerous activities you had provided for them.

You and Kurt had settled comfortably on the couch, your bodies finding that perfect position of relaxation. Kurt's hand moved in a soothing rhythm up and down your back, his touch both comforting and intimate. The gentle caress lulled you both into a state of peaceful semi-consciousness, hovering between wakefulness and sleep. His hand slipping under your shirt to feel your warm skin, soothingly tracing gentle patterns with no direction or meaning.

The serene quiet was abruptly shattered by a resounding bang emanating from the adjacent room. The sudden noise jolted you both from your peaceful reverie, your eyes snapping open in surprise. Your body tensed instinctively as you jerked upright, instantly alert. Exchanging a quick glance with Kurt, you both sprang into action without a word. You swiftly disentangled yourself from Kurt's embrace and the comfort of the couch, your movements mirrored by his own.

As you and Kurt entered the room, you were immediately struck by the sight of several bamfs, their large eyes filled with concern and apprehension. It was clear that something was wrong. Suddenly, the air was pierced by the faint, distressed cries of a bamf. Without hesitation, you found yourself instinctively drawn towards the source of the sound.

Venturing further into the room, your eyes were drawn to movement near a large, ornate dresser. A small, blue figure emerged from beneath it, struggling to free itself. The heavy, wooden piece of furniture had toppled over, trapping one of the unfortunate bamfs underneath its considerable weight. The trapped bamf’s lower body was pinned beneath the dresser, it struggled and pulled frantically, desperate to escape.

You immediately rushed to the bamf's aid, your heart racing with urgency, Kurt was right beside you. Kurt grasped the edge of the dresser and began to lift, the muscles in his arms strained as he raised the heavy furniture just enough to create a small gap. You reached under the dresser and grasped the bamf's small form, pulling the creature out from its trapped position.

The bamf's anguished wails pierced the air, its tiny leg displaying an alarming deep violet bruise and an unsettling twist. Your voice was a mixture of concern and urgency, "Kurt, look at his leg…" You gestured towards the injured limb as the bamf continued to emit heart-wrenching cries against your chest. Kurt's face immediately contorted with worry, his hands reaching out instinctively towards the distressed creature.

"I've got him, liebling..." Kurt murmured softly, his arms gently enveloping the bamf as he carefully lifted it from your embrace. The moment the transfer occurred, the bamf's cries escalated dramatically. Its small face flushed a disconcerting shade of purple as its wails intensified, mimicking an exceptionally irate newborn. Kurt's golden eyes widened in shock, darting between you and the bamf before swiftly returning the distraught creature to your arms.

You instinctively cradled the bamf against you once more, your face a mirror of Kurt's concern. "Shh, sh, it's okay, shh..." you cooed soothingly, your voice a gentle whisper as you began to rock the little one in your arms. Your movements were slow and deliberate, hoping to provide comfort to the distressed creature. The bamf's cries began to soften ever so slightly in response to your tender ministrations, though its injured leg still twitched occasionally, reminding you the poor thing was in immense pain.

"We have to get him to Hank immediately. He can make a small cast for the little one, right?" You asked Kurt with a furrowed brow, your voice laced with concern for the injured bamf cradled gently in your arms. Kurt nodded solemnly, his expression full of worry. You carried the wounded bamf out of the room, heading towards Hank's state-of-the-art laboratory. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the other bamfs followed in complete silence. Their typically vibrant bodies seemed to have shrunk slightly, a physical manifestation of their collective anxiety for their injured companion, perhaps some guilt swirled in their guts, but mostly worry.

Upon reaching the lab, Hank immediately set to work. His nimble fingers and vast expertise allowed him to craft a perfectly sized cast with remarkable efficiency, you expected nothing less from the scientist. The injured bamf, clearly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar situation, alternated between curious glances at the cast and apprehensive looks at his surroundings.

Hank's thorough examination revealed the full extent of the injuries: the little one's leg was fractured in multiple places, necessitating complete rest to heal properly. Additionally, a myriad of bruises peppered its small body, and several other minor fractures were identified. It was clear that the bamf would require an extended period of intensive care and attention, far beyond what was typically needed for these resilient creatures.

You carefully cradled the injured bamf back in your arms, a gentle smile spread across your face, the soft, blue fuzz of the creature tickled your skin. You were more than prepared to provide the extra care and attention this little one would need.

Several days had passed since the unfortunate incident, and a noticeable change had come over the other bamfs. Their usual exuberance had been tempered, replaced with concern for their injured companion. They watched with worried eyes as their weakened brethren spent most of its time resting on the couch in your company. The injured bamf found solace either cradled in your arms or nestled in the cozy nest you had fashioned from cushioned blankets, specially arranged for its comfort.

The bond between you and the injured bamf had grown increasingly strong. It had become deeply attached to your presence, emitting plaintive cries whenever you strayed too far from its side. Your nurturing instincts had fully awakened, and you found yourself constantly fussing over the little creature. You spoon-fed the bamf its meals, ensuring it received proper nourishment, even though it could fully chew and eat on its own. You applied soothing, numbing cream to its sore spots, your fingers moving with delicately avoid causing any additional discomfort.

The days progressed, the sweet blue creature seemed to crave your nearness more and more. It often curled up against you, seeking the warmth and security of your embrace. It bore a striking resemblance to a needy infant, completely dependent on your care and affection. Your instincts were extremely high and you couldn’t help but tend to it like it were your own offspring.

The bamf's condition was steadily improving as time passed. Initially, its movements were tentative and unsteady, but it gradually regained the ability to walk and engage in playful activities, albeit with a noticeable slowness and slight wobble. As the days went by, its progress accelerated remarkably. Soon enough, the little creature was able to crawl with increasing confidence, walk, and eventually run with newfound energy.

Your unwavering attention and care had been solely focused on nurturing the injured bamf back to health. You inadvertently overlooked the growing sense of jealousy emanating from the other bamfs. Their longing gazes went unnoticed as they silently yearned for your affection and attention. Even the injured bamf, who had been the center of your care, began to sense a shift in your attentiveness as its need for constant care diminished with its improving health.

The day finally arrived when the bamf's cast was removed, marking a significant milestone in its recovery. It was exciting for you and Kurt, and a big relief since that meant the bamf was fully recovered. Instead of feeling elated, the little creature was overcome with a wave of sadness. It couldn't help but worry that this meant you would no longer shower it with the same level of care and attention it had grown accustomed to. It gazed up at you with its big, expressive eyes and extended its tiny arms upward, silently pleading to be picked up and held close.

You sighed, knowing it was feeling a bit strange now that the cast was off. You responded with gentle encouragement, "Now, darling," you said in a sweet, soothing tone, "You've got to walk on your leg to make sure it's properly healed and strong." You helped the bamf down from the examination table, gently supporting it as you guided its feet to the floor.

The bamf, still clinging to its desire for continued attention, stubbornly began to walk around the room. Its gait was accompanied by an adorable pout, a clear indication of its reluctance to accept that its leg was indeed healed and no longer required your constant care.

You smiled at the bamf, despite its apparent distress. You reasoned that it was likely just adjusting to life without the cast. It began to slowly engage in play once more, albeit with a noticeable reservation in its demeanor. Occasionally it would emit a plaintive cry in your direction, seeking your comfort. However, Kurt gently reminded you of the importance of allowing it to regain independence. "Liebling, there's no need to coddle it anymore," he explained softly. "Hank said it’s important to let it become accustomed to moving freely now that the cast has been removed. It's just part of the recovery process."

"I understand, I really do," you replied, your voice tinged with concern. "But... just look at him over there. He seems so isolated." Your gaze drifted to where the bamf sat, a solitary figure observing the playful antics of its companions from a distance. The sight tugged at your heartstrings, making it difficult to resist the urge to intervene.

Kurt's expression softened as he followed your line of sight. "I know it's hard to watch," he acknowledged, his tone empathetic yet reassuring. "But try to see it from a different perspective. He's not necessarily sad - he's just... exercising caution, you know? It's a natural response after what he's been through." Kurt offered a gentle shrug, his words aimed at alleviating your worries. "He's alright, truly. There's no need for concern. This is all part of his journey back to full health and confidence." He grinned, his tail curling around your ankle affectionately.

A few days later, you began to notice a peculiar change in its behavior. The small bamf seemed to be constantly in distress, it would cry out frequently, its voice filled with what appeared to be genuine anguish, and it seemed to have become remarkably accident-prone. The bamf would wail and whine, calling for you specifically, its voice tinged with desperation. Your natural response was to rush to its side, gently cradling the seemingly distressed creature in your arms. You'd whisper soothing words, trying to calm its apparent fears and alleviate its discomfort, always ensuring it was physically unharmed.

However, these incidents of minor injuries and emotional outbursts continued to occur with alarming regularity, causing your worry to deepen with each passing day. The bamf's cries for attention grew more frequent and intense, with large, glistening tears streaming down its fuzzy cheeks as you held it close, attempting to provide comfort and reassurance.

Kurt, however, maintained a skeptical stance throughout these occurrences. His suspicions were aroused by the bamf's behavior, which seemed oddly calculated to him.

Kurt found himself crossing his arms, his gaze fixed intently on the bamf. His keen eyes didn't miss the fleeting, but unmistakable, prideful smile that the creature flashed to its fellow bamfs when it thought no one was watching. Kurt realized with growing certainty that those big, heart-wrenching tears were nothing more than an elaborate act – as fake as they were effective.

The bamf had masterfully crafted this performance, taking full advantage of your nurturing nature. You, in your kindness and genuine concern, were simply too caring and empathetic to see through the clever ruse that the mischievous creature had concocted to garner your undivided attention and affection.

Those crocodile tears worked every time.

"Liebling, he's faking it," Kurt attempted to explain, his brow furrowing as he gazed at you with concern. "He's not actually hurt; he's perfectly fine. Have you ever seen any of these supposed accidents?" He inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. In response, you found yourself slowly shaking your head, uncertainty creeping into your expression.

"Well, no..." you admitted hesitantly, your own frown deepening as you considered his words. "But you have to remember, he's only recently recovered from a serious injury! There's a possibility that he could be experiencing some lingering effects or complications," you reasoned, your voice filled with genuine concern for the little creature's well-being.

Kurt's expression softened slightly, but the puzzlement remained evident in his eyes. "I'm struggling to understand why he would engage in such behavior," he mused, his gaze shifting to the bamf nestled in your arms. With a gentle but firm tone, he addressed the small creature directly. "Now, listen carefully, little one. This deception cannot continue. I believe I understand why you are behaving this way…you enjoy the attention and care that liebe lavishes upon you, don't you? I must admit, I too appreciate when they tend to me with such devotion." Kurt carefully lifted the bamf from your embrace, and to your surprise, the little creature offered no resistance.

The bamf's large, expressive eyes blinked up at Kurt, a mixture of guilt and sadness evident in its gaze. It then glanced towards you, its tiny features contorting into a remorseful frown. The sight of its drooping ears and that unmistakable pout tugged at your heartstrings, silently communicating that the little creature had indeed understood the gravity of its actions.

"Aww, is that really what's been bothering you? You've been craving attention like you used to get, haven't you?" you cooed softly to the bamf, gently scooping it back into your arms. Your voice was filled with warmth, "Just because I'm not fussing as much, doesn't mean I love you any less, sweet baby."

You cradled the bamf close to your chest, feeling its small body relax against you. "I love you just as much as I always have, even if I'm not able to tend to your every need 24/7 anymore," you reassured, your fingers finding their way to its belly. You began to tickle gently, your touch light and playful. "See? We can still have our special moments," you murmured, watching with delight as the bamf's pout slowly transformed into a happy, toothy smile.

Kurt observed the scene with a sense of relief washing over him. It seemed the troublesome behavior might finally come to an end, which was a welcome development. Leaning in, he affectionately ruffled the bamf's hair, eliciting a small giggle from the creature. "No more crying wolf, you hear little one?" Kurt added with a wink, his voice carrying a gentle note of admonishment and obvious fondness.

"Bamf!"

A sudden noise from the adjacent room caused your heart to race, prompting you and Kurt to rush into the living room. Upon entering, your eyes widened as a sense of déjà vu washed over you along with that urge to nurture, coming back full force. The collective distress of these tiny creatures filled the room with urgency and concern.

You saw all of the bamfs scattered across the floor, their small bodies sprawled out in various positions. They were emitting pitiful cries and mewling sounds, clearly seeking your attention and comfort. Just like the first one.

No obvious cause of injury.

Kurt sighed, his hand moving over his face as he sighed heavily, "Oh, großartig..."

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedbylight & @/strangergraphics

Cover Image: Nightcrawler (2014) #5

[zoozvie]

A very quick thought after reading this post @humanitys-strongest-bamf Hey moot, hope you don't mind🫶

Levi pretends to be so annoyed when your hands constantly touch his bangs. He always has to re-tuck the parts on the side of his head behind his ears after you let him go. And he definitely notices when you try to hide your smile at how cute he looks doing it.

When you're in the mood to give him very personal attention, your fingers always end up in his hair and on his face. He doesn't have troublesome skin, no wrinkles (yet), acne, or oils, so he's not as mad as he could be as long as you ensure your hands are clean.

He sees every mischievous look and barely contained expressions he calls 'overreactions' when he is just so damn cute to you. As much as you love his style, one time you (after being given permission) slid a headband in his hair that pushed back his bangs completely. The ends of his short hair stuck up in places, and his face looked a bit chubbier without the frame pieces. His lips pushed together into the smallest pout when you stared at him silently.

He's all like, "What was the point of this?" and gets really confused when you completely turn away with tears falling out of your eyes. It's like you're an aesthete and just saw the most timeless, priceless work of art in all of history.

He especially tries to show how little he cares when you press your face against his or kiss his cheeks. Your desire to be close to him was a little overwhelming at first, but after he accepted your affection, it grew to be really endearing. He did call you creepy when you would get so close to him and just stare into his eyes, but your soft whisper of amazement, "They're blue," almost melted his heart right then and there.

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Harry Potter is Actually Really Clever

So often, I feel like Harry is underrated in his own series and I want to talk about how much I love Harry James Potter. Harry is my favorite character in the books and I want to showcase some moments of Harry proving the Sorting Hat knew what it was talking about when it comes to Harry possibly doing well in Slytherin and even Ravenclaw.

(I have more moments listed in my notes, and I'm in book 6 in my current reread, so I definitely am not covering everything)

Let's start then with the words of the Sorting Hat itself:

“Hmm,” said a small voice in his ear. “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, A my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting….So where shall I put you?” Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin. “Not Slytherin, eh?” said the small voice. “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that

(Philosopher's Stone, page 88)

The Hat says Harry is brave enough for Gryffindor, clever enough and talented enough for Ravenclaw and has the ambition and thirst to prove himself for Slytherin. And the hat isn't wrong about it's assessment of Harry. Harry is clever and talented and I so often find it underplayed in fics, or ones that do include it, acting like it's fanon characterization when it's really isn't.

Harry Potter is canonically a BAMF.

So, here I'm going to talk about his cleverness and give some moments of Harry being clever from the books.

(I'll have a different post for his magical prowess.)

Harry Has Brilliant Memory

So, Harry James Potter practically has close to an eidetic memory, and no one really seems to mention it.

An eidetic memory is described as an almost perfect recollection of images or events. And Harry actually shows himself as being very capable of it:

Angelina: “…Harry, didn’t you do something to your glasses to stop the rain fogging them up when we played Hufflepuff in that storm?” “Hermione did it,” said Harry. He pulled out his wand, tapped his glasses and said, “Impervius!”

(Order of the Phoenix, page 379)

In thus scene its raining during a Quidditch match and Angelina asks Harry about a spell he used a year before. Harry remembered that moment, remembered Hermione was actually the one who cast the spell, a spell he himself never cast before this moment, and he then casts it perfectly from memory.

Harry remembers the incantation and wand movement perfectly enough to succeed on his first try.

Actually, almost every time we see him cast spells he gets the wand movement and incantation right on the first try (even his first attempt at a patronus worked, the happy memory just wasn't strong enough)

In general, they moments we see Harry fail at casting spells on the first try is when he overthinks it and fails himself like that.

Harry stared at the letters in brackets. Nvbl . . . that had to mean “nonverbal.” Harry rather doubted he would be able to bring off this particular spell; he was still having difficulty with nonverbal spells, something Snape had been quick to comment on in every D.A.D.A. class. On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far. Pointing his wand at nothing in particular, he gave it an upward flick and said Levicorpus! inside his head. “Aaaaaaaargh!”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 239)

Harry tends to fail potions, and nonverbal spells when Snape is breathing down on him expecting him to fail, though, in this example, the moment Harry feels he can succeed the spell and isn't overthinking it, he casts it perfectly and nonverbally on the first attempt.

He is the same with potions:

Snape, meanwhile, seemed to have decided to act as though Harry were invisible. Harry was, of course, well used to this tactic, as it was one of Uncle Vernon’s favorites, and on the whole was grateful he had to suffer nothing worse. In fact, compared to what he usually had to endure from Snape in the way of taunts and snide remarks, he found the new approach something of an improvement and was pleased to find that when left well alone, he was able to concoct an Invigoration Draught quite easily. At the end of the lesson he scooped some of the potion into a flask, corked it, and took it up to Snape’s desk for marking, feeling that he might at last have scraped an E.

(Order of the Phoenix, page 660)

When Snape wasn't breathing down his neck and stressing him, even without the Half-Blood Prince's superior instructions, Harry is good at potions. He accomplishes the potion to a level of Exceeding Expectations easily. The problem is never his skill, memory, or talent; usually, it's stress, being stuck in his own head, or carelessness (did anyone diagnose him with ADHD?)

Another example of his eidetic memory in OOP:

“Well, you know, they do work well on non-magical wounds,” said Hermione fairly. “I suppose something in that snake’s venom dissolves them or something. . . . I wonder where the tearoom is?” “Fifth floor,” said Harry, remembering the sign over the Welcome Witch’s desk.

(Order of the Phoenix, page 508)

When Harry describes St. Mongos for the first time (about a week before the above scene) he reads a sign that describes what is located in each floor of the hospital.

A week later, without reading that sign again, Harry can recall where the tea room is since he has that sign he read once a week ago, memorized.

Harry is Sneaky

Harry is a proper sneaky slythein and actually has more cunning moments than some slytherins in the books. Here are a few examples I have from my notes:

“Should call Filch, I should, if something’s a-creeping around unseen.” Harry had a sudden idea. “Peeves,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible.” Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock.

(Philosopher's Stone, page 197)

Harry is a good liar and scared of Peeves like this in his first year.

“…He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I’m happy. . . .” And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon’s face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 435)

But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather — for Harry had conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent.

(Goblet of Fire, page 24)

Again, Harry lying and tricking the Dursleys so they won't hurt him. Leveling Sirius as a threat against them.

“Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess — I let you pass. Answer wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed.”

[the riddle and Harry thinking through it]

“Spy . . . er . . . spy . . . er . . .” said Harry, pacing up and down. “A creature I wouldn’t want to kiss . . . a spider!” The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass. “Thanks!” said Harry, and, amazed at his own brilliance, he dashed forward.

(Goblet of Fire, page 629)

I skipped the sphinx's riddle, now the riddle isn't a hard one, but still, Harry isn't stupid. But he thinks he is. He even tells himself during that scene:

Harry’s stomach slipped several notches. It was Hermione who was good at this sort of thing, not him. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center.

(Goblet of Fire, 629)

But it's just Harry and his low self-esteem. He solves the riddle quickly thinking aloud near the Sphinx and he does solve it, and is amazed by it because he doesn't think of himself as smart, even though he is.

Most of the riddles to the Ravenclaw common room are probably along this line of difficulty too. It just goes to show he isn't stupid.

“There,” she said, handing it to him. “Drink it before it gets cold, won’t you? Well, now, Mr. Potter . . . I thought we ought to have a little chat, after the distressing events of last night.” He said nothing. She settled herself back into her seat and waited. When several long moments had passed in silence, she said gaily, “You’re not drinking up!” He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moody’s magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy. “What’s the matter?” said Umbridge, who was still watching him. “Do you want sugar?” “No,” said Harry. He raised the cup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip, though keeping his mouth tightly closed. Umbridge’s smile widened. “Good,” she whispered. “Very good. Now then . . .” She leaned forward a little. “Where is Albus Dumbledore?” “No idea,” said Harry promptly.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 630)

Harry is clever enough to recognize drinking anything Umbridge gives him is a bad idea, so he doesn't. And he does so without her realizing.

“even if you do cause a diversion, how is Harry supposed to talk to him?” “Umbridge’s office,” said Harry quietly. He had been thinking about it for a fortnight and could think of no alternative; Umbridge herself had told him that the only fire that was not being watched was her own. “Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. Ron had lowered his leaflet on jobs in the cultivated fungus trade and was watching the conversation warily. “I don’t think so,” said Harry, shrugging. “And how are you going to get in there in the first place?” Harry was ready for this question. “Sirius’s knife,” he said. “Excuse me?” “Christmas before last Sirius gave me a knife that’ll open any lock,” said Harry. “So even if she’s bewitched the door so Alohomora won’t work, which I bet she has —”

(Order of the Phoenix, page 658)

Harry can and does strategies. He planned how to get into Umbeidge's office. He employed his friends and actually led them. Being a leader and a strategist — rules we see him grow more into later.

Harry’s mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, make sure that none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity . . . The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow. “You need more persuasion?” she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Very well — take the smallest one,” she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. “Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I’ll do it.” Harry felt the others close in around Ginny. He stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest. “You’ll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,” he told Bellatrix. “I don’t think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?” She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth. “So,” said Harry, “what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?” He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville’s arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking. He could feel one of the other’s quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 783)

This is a bit of a long quote, but I really like it. Harry gets the Death Eaters at an impasse because they can't destroy the prophecy. Then, when they threatened Ginny, he changed tactics and got them talking to buy time.

And even when he says his mind is blank:

“What?” whispered Hermione more urgently behind him. “Can this be?” said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed to Hermione, moving his lips as little as possible, “Smash shelves —”

...

“NOW!” yelled Harry. Five different voices behind him bellowed “REDUCTO!” Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit. The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart

(Order of the Phoenix, pages 785-786 and 787)

He's still the one coming up with plans and pulling them out of there.

And if we look at his grades:

(Half-Blood Prince, page 102)

He is very far from failing academically. Actually considering how little studying Harry actually does, he receives very high grades, even for Hogwarts' abysmal education standards. Harry is naturally smart enough and talented enough that with the bare minimum of effort, he can get almost exclusively Es (his failing being in History, an exam he didn't finish, and Divination, which Harry has only been thought bullshit in).

Makes me wish we saw him put in an active effort. I bet it all would've been Os with his memory.

Even Potions, which Harry is supposedly bad at, he got an E...

I just... Harry is just really smart and it kind of frustrates me how I don't see enough fics that treat Harry being clever and with a cunning streak as if it's canon, even though it very much is.

I don't know, maybe I'm just reading the wrong fics...

[icarusredwings]

I don't know if kurt's baby bamfs can eat or not, but im thinking about what would happen if Logan found out they did, and suddenly, a LOT of things about him make sense.

He noticed that the first day or so here, he practically scarfed down anything he could find but also took some extra with him. He figured that he just got hungry in the middle of the night or it was normal food truama.

Look, Logan has been in the trenches. He's experienced imprisonment, starvation, and understands fully about resource gaurding food(something that he's gotten a lot better about since living with the professor because the table is never empty here) so he shrugs it off at first and sometimes offers him a little extra.

Well, it's not until he follows him (ninja shit he probably learned in Japan) and sees him feeding them, shushing them, telling them to be quiet and eat that Logans chest hurts.

Suddenly, it makes sense why he was starving in the circus, why he was so quick not to waste any food, and to immediately own up to any leftovers. Why countless time's hes taken a whole plate of food to his room only to come back a few minutes later. He remembered telling him that eating that quickly would only make it worse, and now it made sense why he was confused about it when mentioned.

It made sense why he could hear him talking or reading passages to "himself" and why sometimes he would frantically look around the mansion as if he's lost something.

"...You gave them the only food you had.."

At first, Kurts is a bit surprised but quickly calms down because, let's face it. You can't hide anything from Logan. He could smell the lies, smell his baby Bamfs from miles away.

"Mary Magdalene fed her dear son before herself, even if it meant her hunger would go on, no?"

"I suppose... Hey uhm... Kurt. You know you don't have to sneak food up here, right?"

"I don't want to take too much..."

"You won't. You're too kind for that. Just... stop taking too little.. okay? Mary who ever-"

"Mary Magdalene."

"Yeah yeah what ever. She lived in the dawn ages. This is a mansion bub. Eat until you can't anymore. And if anyone gives you shit for it, you tell them I got 6 reasons to let you. Got it?"

He clamps a hand on his shoulder only to be hugged, his tail flickering with delight. "Thank you mien freund... You are much kinder then you wish to let be known."

"Uh-huh. What ever.... just..." he goes to remember the last time someone called him this and smirks, feeling ironic as he puts a dinner roll into his hand. "..Last time someone called me that I was the one being given bread.."

"Perhaps it made you kind."

"The bread??"

"Ha! Nein. The kindess of another. It is most contagious you know."

Logan just grunts but by the end of the night, he's on the couch with a half empty beer and a full, extended stomach kurt curled up next to him, purring and dreaming of his new found life with endless possibilities.

He was told by the Professor that he would make friends. But no one ever suspected it to be the Wolverine..

Though Kurt would have it no other way.

[larcenywrites]

Cute/Silly Things He Does in a Relationship

Nightcrawler x Reader

A little hc requests! A compilation of silly things he probably does that are either cute or chaotic x)

Warnings: none!

⚜️ Kurt’s a silly guy! It’s part of why everyone loves him! Or hates him…

⚜️ But it also means there’s a lot of shenanigans involved if you’re in a closer relationship with him… some you may be involved in 🤭

⚜️ The tail 💙 It’s probably smacked you in the face before when you walk into a room only for him to be doing some form of gymnastics on the ceiling!

⚜️ And it’s probably blindfolded you while you’re busy doing something in the library 😘

⚜️ If he’s sitting atop the refrigerator or a bookcase, he’s absolutely twitching his tail in the way of everything you need 😇

⚜️ Sure, handholding is nice, nuzzling is nice, cuddles are nice, but while you’re probably used to the tangle of arms and legs, the tail has to hug you too!

⚜️Will absolutely bamf you away! He’s probably only just hugged you in the yard after being separated for a while and now you’re being pulled into your bed!

⚜️ Tbh I like to think that sometimes, if he gets too excited, he’ll end up teleporting without meaning to 😅 especially if you run and jump on him, who knows where you’ll end up! Hopefully in the bed, but you’ve probably jumped into his arm only to be falling into the pool moments later 🤧

⚜️ Or if he’s really excited he might just bamf circles around you until you’re both dizzy 😵‍💫

⚜️But the teleportation thing isn’t all bad!

⚜️ He’ll turn a sweet kiss on the floor into a romantic kiss by the lake, and he can set up a picnic in the most secluded spots 😘

⚜️ Well, hopefully that quick warp through time and space doesn’t make you queasy for a moment afterward 😅

⚜️ Whether you’re sad or mad, he’ll probably also poof you away, be it back to your room, maybe by the lake, or maybe he’s an occasional jerk and without any reason just poofs you somewhere mid-conversation 😒

⚜️Maybe he was jealous and just wanted you alone to himself 😌

⚜️No alcohol? No money? No problem! You stand guard in the hallway while Kurt poofs into… Logan’s room 🙂 the stash isn’t exactly high-dollar, but it definitely will be once Logan tracks you both down 😅

⚜️ He’s probably also poofed in and out of someone’s garden or something to get a really pretty flower for you 💐😃

⚜️At least he can never cheat at hide-and-seek? The bamfing is too loud 😔

⚜️Knows he has fangs and absolutely bites with them >:3 not hard!!!

⚜️ If you aren’t too scared of heights, he’ll probably decide to unofficially invite you to his aerobatics session at the last second🫡 At least you get lots of kisses?

⚜️ He’s a fluffy boy! So if you’re cold, you can count on him to wrap around you like an extra blanket!

⚜️ But because he’s a fluffy boy, he definitely looks like a wet kitten after a bath or a dip in the pool 🥺

⚜️ He can bend in weird ways, so if he’s doing yoga next to you on the rug, is it sweet or scary when he bends over backward to kiss you 😳

⚜️ If he’s asleep and you’re awake, it’s probably tempting to play with his tail that’s draped over you. It’s fine if you do! But Kurt’ll probably wrap it around your hand subconsciously 🥺

[pandapetals]

Scary Movie Night

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

You and the X-Men watch a scary movie for Halloween which scared you more than you would like to admit.

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

The soft flicker of the TV cast long, eerie shadows across the dimly lit living room. The sound of footsteps on creaking floorboards and muffled breathing echoed through the speakers, the tension building as the killer on screen stalked his next victim. The entire room seemed to hold its breath.

Your eyes were wide, glued to the screen as the knife came down with a brutal slash, blood splattering in every direction. Jean groaned, throwing her hands up in mock disgust. Scott chuckled beside her, clearly enjoying her reaction, while Kurt flinched, his tail twitching nervously at the gory scene.

You, however, were tucked against Logan’s side, buried as close as you could get without actually crawling into his lap. His arm was wrapped around you, solid and comforting, but even that couldn’t stop the little shiver that ran down your spine when the killer’s distorted laugh echoed through the room. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see what happened next.

"You alright?" Logan’s low voice rumbled beside you, his breath warm against your ear. He glanced down at you with a raised brow, clearly amused, though his hand rubbed slow, calming circles against your arm.

You hesitated, feeling a little silly but determined not to let it show. "Yeah, totally fine," you mumbled, forcing a smile as you opened your eyes again, though you were still nestled firmly against him.

Logan’s mouth twitched into a smirk, and you could feel the deep, quiet chuckle rumbling in his chest. He wasn’t buying it. "Right," he muttered, his voice dripping with amusement. "Totally fine."

Finally, the movie came to an end, and one by one, everyone started heading off to bed. Jean and Scott disappeared upstairs, still playfully arguing about how Jean had flinched more than Scott did. Kurt yawned, stretching his arms as he teleported out of the room with a quick bamf.

You stood, stretching a little as you and Logan made your way to your room. As you walked down the hallway, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you. The shadows seemed to move in your peripheral vision, and every creak of the old mansion’s floors made your heart jump just a little faster.

Logan was beside you, quiet as always, but you knew he noticed. He was observant like that—never missing a thing. When you reached your room and started double-checking the locks on the windows, his smirk returned.

"You sure you’re not scared?" Logan asked, his tone light but teasing, as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze followed your every move, amused by the way you were just a little more... thorough than usual.

You shot him a look, trying to play it cool. "I’m not scared," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual confidence as you pulled the curtains closed a little tighter. "It’s just...a habit."

"Mmhmm," Logan hummed, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer to you, that smirk still tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Seems like you're jumpin’ at shadows, darlin’."

You huffed, crossing your arms defensively. "I’m not."

Logan tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Uh-huh," he said, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "If you say so."

You felt the warmth of his body against yours, solid and reassuring, but the teasing didn’t stop. "What’s that?" he whispered, suddenly leaning close to your ear, his voice low and playful.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, you thought you did hear something—a creak in the floorboards, a faint rustling outside the window. You tensed in his arms, glancing around the room quickly before realizing... he was messing with you.

"Logan!" you swatted at him, your face heating up as you realized he was enjoying this way too much.

He laughed, the sound deep and rough, his chin resting on your shoulder as he held you close. "You’re cute when you’re scared, you know that?" he murmured, his voice soft but teasing, a hint of affection beneath it.

You let out a breath, finally relaxing a little, though you were still flushed with embarrassment. "I’m not scared," you muttered again, though your voice was quieter now, your hands resting over his.

"Right," Logan drawled, clearly not convinced. He turned you around in his arms, looking down at you with that smug little smirk still playing on his lips. "Just admit it. That movie freaked you out."

You looked up at him, trying to maintain some dignity, but the way his eyes sparkled with amusement—and maybe a touch of fondness—made it impossible not to smile.

"Fine," you grumbled, rolling your eyes. "Maybe it freaked me out a little."

Logan’s smirk softened, and he leaned down, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your forehead. "Don’t worry, darlin'," he whispered against your skin. "Ain’t no movie monster gonna get you with me around."

You laughed softly, the tension finally melting away as you leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. "I know," you murmured, closing your eyes. "I just didn’t want to give you the satisfaction."

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against you. "Too late for that."

With one last teasing glance, Logan guided you toward the bed, pulling you down beside him. You curled up in his arms, feeling the familiar weight of his arm around your waist, the steady rise and fall of his breathing calming you more than anything else ever could.

As you began to drift off, feeling safe and warm in his embrace, Logan whispered, "But seriously... what’s that noise?"

You bolted upright, your heart pounding, only to find him grinning, clearly pleased with himself. "Logan!"

He laughed, pulling you back down. "Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got ya."

[writingoddess1125]

1999 Pt 6

Kurt Wagner x Fem Reader

Some Angst, Sad Topics, Mild Domestic Violence

Reader has Empath abilities and can feel others emotions, her mind can not be read either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what feel what she feels.

Marvel Masterlist <<

Kofi

(Y/N) stood in her kitchen angrily chopping down on some vegetables. Her lips a thin tight line as she minced some onion like it had wronged her.

It had been a shit show to say the least.

Kurt's little stunt of immediately outing himself as Milo and Leon's father had turned her livingroom into what could only be described as a emotional battle ground... that turned into a physical one.

Sure the first few seconds may have been silently as it felt like a vacuum had sucked out all the air in the room.

It was then that Milo had been the first to take action breaking the still room, rolling up from his seat next to (Y/N) as he smoothed out invisible imperfections in his clothes like he was a professional. His face like stone making it unreadable as he looked to all the adults in the room and wished them a good evening, going as far as to shake Xaviers hand. His emotions which had been a rolling tirade seemed to have just shut off at the sight of Kurt-

Poor Xavier normally a rational man seemed just as surprised as he shook Milo's hand silently as the teen left the livingroom, shifting to his humanoid form and walking out of the house silently, the poor Professor hand still hanging in the air were Milo had left it.

(Y/N), Xavier, Jean, Logan and Kurt staring at the front door where Milo had just left- Before the adults eyes all shifted to Leon who was still standing there- His eyes staring at Kurt still as he seemed to be shaking a bit, so many emotions going across his face that it was overwhelming...

(Y/N) Just starting to come out of her own shock tried to reach out to her remaining son, but when her fingers touched him he recoiled like she had burned him, his eyes starting to shimmer with tears.

Stepping back once, then again as if they would all attack him if he moved too fast... Before his tail tucked between his legs, and he Bamf away in a second.

...

This lead to (Y/N) doing the first thing that came to her mind..

Throwing the nearest thing at Kurt- Aka a Table Lamp.

And try to jump over the coffee table to strangle the blue elf who had been dazed by the lamp...

Of course having several X-Men with two of the most powerful telepaths probably on earth it was fairly quick to get the now screaming women down- Kurt having not reacted fast enough to the lamp being thrown trying to recover as Jean and Xavier tried to get her calm. Logan knowing when it was a queue to leave- Helping Kurt up and out of the house.

It had been a bit of a blur after that, from the emotional unleash that (Y/N) displayed- To Jean also crying and asking for forgiveness in the part she played in this cluster fuck. Then (Y/N) kicking the two telepaths put of her home- Xavier apologizing of course and trying to ease the tension as he escorted Jean out of the home to leave (Y/N) to her own devices.

And now she was in the kitchen angrily cooking away, in her kitchen. Her mind racing with what part of her life she needed to deal with first.

Her Past coming back like a giant blue pimple on her ass- Her son's who had disapeared and possibly hate her? Or the own heart break that seemed to rear its ugly head again everytime she looked at the blue pimple asshole fucker fuck fuck!!..

She didn't know why cooking was what she decided would ease her brain- Most would think screaming, crying, stoically staring at a wall.. but nope- Chopping vegetables seemed to be it.

In the background the soft sound of a door opening and closing, and heavy steps coming towards her. Hearing the soft sound of padded feet hitting lamonated tile (Y/N) didn't need to look to know who it was- Kurt standing next to her awkwardly as he held a bag of frozen vegetables to his head were the lamp had oh so gracefully connected.

"...I... wish to apologize.. again" Kurt said softly, setting a box of beer on the counter not far from were she was cutting the vegetables-

It was definitely a risk to bring alcohol to a very angry Ex with a knife- However Kurt at this point didn't know what else to do... he felt like if he brought flowers (Y/N) may shove them in a place he really didn't want-

(Y/N) paused her actions taking a deep breath, setting the knife down and grabbed a can of beer which she silently opened, taking a sip of as Kurt grabbed one as well doing the same for his own drink.

Both adults now drinking beer in a partly destroyed house. Kurt couldn't help but be at least mildly impressed- She'd defiently caught him by surprise.

"...I threw a lamp at you"

(Y/N) finally said, seemingly finally coming to terms with the last few hours.

"Ja.. You did"

The two of them stood in silence again, Kurt pulling the homemade ice pack away and setting it next to him.

"I shouldn't have done.. many thing- Showing myself... leaving you... it was.. unfair to you" Kurt mumbled, glancing to (Y/N) as he watched her sip her beer once more, her face fairly unreadable.

"Yeah... I'm sorry for the Lamp-"

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at this, for some reason finding it a bit funny. Even (Y/N) cracked a slight smile at this as she looked down at her beer can and nodded silently.

Silence again..

"Do you.. need help with dinner?" Kurt offered, Gesturing to the mess of vegetables. (Y/N) also looking at her minced masterpiece, drinking more of her beer and sighing heavily.

"Honestly- I have no idea what I was planning on making. I think I was just chopping stuff for the sake of it" She admitted, Kurt nodding understanding silently Thanking God that she had taken her anger on the vegetables.

"When do you think they will.. return?"

(Y/N) shrugged, clearly deflated at this point as she leaned against the counter top finishing her drink and grabbing another sadly.

"They can teleport farther then you and it can be a real pain to find them when they don't wanna be found.. so it's best to wait it out"

"How far?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. (Y/N) smiling at this as she shook her head once more-

"So far they have gone about 20 miles"

Oh how Kurt looked to (Y/N) with pure joy on his face, a boyish laugh bubbling through him.

"20 Miles!? That 32 Kilometers! Ha!" He said as he clapped his hands together excitedly, for a moment he forgot about the problems that weighed on him- He couldn't help but let pride bubble in his chest, his sons were already amazing!

"Mhm.." (Y/N) hummed, drinking more of her beer as she stared at nothing. Kurt realizing right now may not be the best time to be bubbling in joy at his new found sons, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to his former lover.

Awkward silence again. (Y/N) finished her beer and sat up suddently, tossing her two cans in the trash.

"I'll order food... the boys will be back eventually and probably be hungry" She said rather matter of factly- turning away from Kurt as she went to find some take out menus

"Ja.. That sounds like a good idea..." He mumbled clasping his hands together infront of himself awkwardly.

Lord Help Me...

The two of them didn't speak again to each other- Not when food had been ordered, nor delivered or when the two of them awkwardly sat in the livingroom to eat.

The food was no better then ash in either of their mouths, silently chewing on the oily food. It was awkward.. so very very awkward-

However in a weird way Kurt felt like this awkward feeling (and the knot on his forehead) were little in the price of penance for leaving (Y/N) and his children... It was a small price after all he had done- or more correctly what his inaction had done.

He had so many questions.. He wanted to know what the twins were like, their interest, what their birthdays were, what (Y/N) had been through, if she had photos of those major events in their lives.

(Y/N) stopped eating as she rubbed her face with a heavy sigh.

"Ask Kurt.. You forget I can feel your emotions"

Kurt blushed a big, his cheeks turning purple at forgetting she could feel what he was.

"Leid (Sorry).."

At this small glimmer of what he hoped was forgiveness he asked away every question that came to his mind about his children.. Sitting there, intensely listening to (Y/N) as she told him everything- well everything involving the children, seemingly ignoring anything that had to do with herself.

From their favorite foods, colors, stories of their life, Kurt found himself pleasantly surpsied at how forthcoming she was with this information. Happy to know as much as he could, even chuckling at a few stories he had been told about his offsprings.

"Thank you (Y/N).. I do have to know, Why Milo and Leon? A Soilder and a Lion- Quite strong names"

"That I'll keep to myself-" (Y/N) said calmly, Kurt deciding not to pry any further and nodding. After that it went back to silence, Dinner was finished- Leftovers placed on the counter in hopes of enticing the teenagers. (Y/N) was even generous enough to allow Kurt to sleep on the couch that evening. Before she disapeared down the hallway into her own room- Doubting she was sleeping...

So now Kurt sat in the dark livingroom-

He couldn't sleep.. not in the fucking slightest.

Sitting up he rubbed his face, In times like this his faith felt like his only anchor.. Truly his Hail Mary.

His rosary in his hand as he counted the beads and prayed... He prayed for forgiveness... He prayed for his sons not to hate him... For (Y/N) for give him... Or just for his sons to return soon.

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

His mind went back to his boys however between his counting of the holy beads.

...Milo favorite color is Red like the Chicago Bulls... He loves Basketball, His favorite food is Strawberries...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He had good grades, likes to read a lot since he says it makes him relaxed and his favorite music is R & B.. He Likes the group Dru Hill ..

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

..Leon favorite color is Yellow because he thinks his eyes are cool.. He loves to skateboard, and his favorite food is spaghetti with extra cheese and ranch...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He is a terrible student since he can't sit still, he loves punk and rock music, his favorite band is Red Hot Chili Peppers..

Kurt's eyes began to grow heavy as he thought to himself and continue to count, his lids beginning to droop as darkness took in his vision.

eins.. zwei... drei...

As his eyes finally closed, as exhaustion of the emotional day wrapped around him-

Missing the kitchen window slowly sliding open..

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[4typercent]

Used your tags, OP.. added my own

Comic Hob is... yeah... Netflix hob is mmmmmm

Sometimes i look at all the amazing, sexy, bad ass Hob art and fics and think... this is *not* what Neil Gaiman pictured when he drew that skrunky middle aged character lol!!!

But then I think, well, he *did* cast Ferdinand Kingsley....so.....hmmm.....

[cera-writes]

Hullo!! Saw you were asking for some Nightcrawler requests, and I had something in mind for ya! I've recently been reading The 60s & 70s comics, and I think it's been kinda overlooked that Kurt is a big movie lover! So, may I ask for a movie date scenario, maybe ending with just a hint of spice? Thanks a bunch, and wonderful work on your writing. Keep it up!

Captain Kurt

A/N: yesssss. Okay, I loved this so much. Gotta add some Captain Blood throwbacks in this one.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, romance, dorky flirting, movie date, secret rendezvous, playful teasing, sfw

The dusty scent of old theater seats mingled with the faint aroma of popcorn as you and Kurt navigated the aisles of the historic cinema.

"Ready for a swashbuckling adventure, mein Schatz?" Kurt asked, a playful glint in his yellow eyes.

You adjusted your hat, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Only if it involves Errol Flynn charming his way out of every scrape imaginable."

Tonight's film was Captain Blood, a classic pirate adventure Kurt swore by. As the stirring orchestral score filled the air, transporting you back to a bygone era, you found yourself captivated. You cheered as the defiant Dr. Blood fought against tyranny, winced at the cruelty of the villainous Governor Meverell, and couldn't help but steal glances at Kurt, his face glowing in the flickering projector light. He was too cute as he was completely enraptured by the film.

His hand had found yours, resting on the armrest, entangling your fingers as your heart fluttered. Scenes on the screen cast ambient light as movements of shadows danced against your frame.

By the time the final scene rolled, with Blood sailing off into the sunset, a sense of exhilaration buzzed through you. Stepping out into the cool night air, you turned to Kurt, a wide grin on your face.

"Wow, that was fantastic! I have to admit, Kurt, you have great taste in movies."

Kurt chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "Freut mich," he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Though," he added, leaning closer with a hint of mischief, "there's a different kind of adventure I had in mind for tonight."

Before you could question him, a familiar blue glow swirled around you both, and with a quick "Bamf!" you were whisked away. When you blinked back into focus, you found yourselves standing in a secluded cobblestone alley, the only sound the whirring of a car as it drove past.

Your heart pounded a delightful mix of surprise and anticipation. The moonlight, dappled by the wrought-iron fire escapes, cast an ethereal glow on Kurt's face, his eyes sparkling with unspoken desires.

"This," he murmured, his voice a husky caress, "is a more private screening, just for us."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. But then, a playful grin spread across his face. In a theatrical voice that mimicked Captain Blood's commanding tone, he declared, "Avast, ye matey! Prepare to be boarded by the greatest pirate this side of the Mississippi... or maybe just this alleyway."

You burst out laughing, the tension dissolving into delighted surprise. "Pft... oh, Kurt," you swatted his arm playfully. "You are impossible!"

He grinned, unfazed. "Perhaps," he admitted, pulling you close. "But I'm your impossible pirate." And with that, he leaned in, his kiss erasing any lingering echoes of sword fights and buried treasure. The night, once filled with cinematic adventures, now promised something far more real, far more exhilarating.

The kiss was electric, a tangle of unspoken desires fueled by the playful banter and the thrill of their secret rendezvous. As Kurt pulled away, his golden eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity.

"Maybe," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against your ear, "we can reenact a bit more of the Captain's... persuasive tactics."

A shiver ran down your spine, a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness. "Captain Blood wasn't exactly known for his...gentle persuasion," you teased, leaning into him.

Kurt smirked. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his hand trailing down your arm, sending sparks dancing across your skin. "But then again, I'm not above a little sweetness either, liebchen."

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a flutter to your heart. The moonlight cast long, romantic shadows around you, the city noises fading into a distant hum. In that charged moment, the alleyway transformed into a world of its own, a secret stage for the unspoken desires simmering between you.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Kurt dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear. A gasp escaped your lips as a wave of goosebumps erupted across your skin. It wasn't exactly a pirate's plunder, but it was a delicious brand of sweet torture that left you yearning for more.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed from a nearby dumpster, shattering the intimate atmosphere. You both jumped, startled back to reality. Kurt chuckled, a hint of sheepishness in his voice.

"Looks like our little adventure will have to wait for another night," he said, taking your hand. "But trust me, liebchen, the sequel will be even more thrilling."

Disappointment flickered across your face for a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by a smile. The night may not have ended exactly as you envisioned, but the promise hanging in the air was far more enticing than any on-screen adventure.

As Kurt took your hand in mid teleport, a warmth bloomed in your chest. The night, though interrupted, had been filled with a different kind of excitement, a secret shared only under the cloak of a classic pirate movie. And you knew, with a thrill that rivaled any cinematic adventure, that the sequel Kurt promised would be unforgettable.

[luna-writes-stuff]

The type my favourite Arcane characters would fall for:

With Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlin, Ekko, Jinx, Silco, and Vander

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Viktor:

Viktor is very much a person who prefers solitude over social interactions. He focuses on his job more than anything, and can not quite find the time nor energy to do anything after that. Though he loves to find solace in lonesome rooms, he needs a little sunlight occasionally; metaphorically and literally. Someone who drops in once every two hours to get him a drink, a note or simply sit next to him to distract him from his project momentarily. You could sit on an empty chair at his side, observing his work from a safe distance, careful to not shove your nose in there. Tiny questions would escape you, such as “what is that?” Or “why are you using that?”, and he would be delighted to answer them. Sometimes, he’d pull off his goggles to look at you shortly, a tiny smile gracing his face, before he returns to his work. You’d get along with Jayce quite easily - maybe too easy, but it’s all in good manners. Viktor tries to make time for you and take short breaks, but more often than not, he gets so caught up, he cannot afford the distraction. Jayce is more than happy to entertain you for the time being; he rather enjoys your presence as well.

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Jayce:

Jayce oozes charisma. Now usually, fire and fire don’t go well, but match his energy, and this is man is smitten. Absolutely at loss for words. Desperately in love, if you will. You tease him; the words disappear on his tongue. Now come the heart-eyes. You’d walk down the halls, and you could simply feel his eyes on you. He’d halt any conversation he held and stare at you in silence. Respectfully. Would you work in the same lab as him, this man cannot focus to save his life. Your jokes, your smile, your witty remarks….He’s gone. The worst is when you radiate serotonin. A job gone right, a good song, a funny joke? Anything that makes you smile, makes his heart skip a step. You know that hollow feeling in your stomach, but the good one? That’s him. He’s quick to pick up on little things you do once you get excited: Clap your hands, squeal, jump up and down, squeezing your hands in fists? He sees it. And there is that pit again.

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Mel:

Listen, this woman is so busy and booked, she tends to miss out on the little things. She needs someone who will take little times a day where they will take a short walk, or do some painting together. Anything to get her mind off of work or business for a short second. A spontaneous decision often takes her aback, as she likes to plan things out, but once she trusts you, it’s all in, baby. During council meetings, you’ll sit on the side, silently calming her down when things get hectic or chaotic. You help her plan things out, but leave room for the fun things. She treasures this so much, she cannot even begin to explain it to you. Small touches on your arm or hand constantly to remind her you’re still there. Ironically enough, it keeps her from overworking. You’re simply so soothing to her.

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Caitlin:

Bamf. Do I need to elaborate? Caitlin is the type of person to see the good in everyone, no matter how tiny it will be. ‘How bad can they be?’ is a regular question from her. She can be attracted to anyone, really. But if there was one type to capture her heart, it’s the bamf. The person who says things as they are, does as they please, witty remarks, teasing winks etc. The impression you leave on her is large, and she is in awe immediately. Even if she claims to not be amused. She is. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest. Someone get her some help, please. If you start flirting with her, this poor woman does not know what to do. Her cheeks turn red, her ears heat up, she freezes on the spot. But she loves it so much, though she would never admit it. And it’s great to get her flustered.

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Vi:

Sure, Vi would love a badass and independent partner. But when that partner has a soft spot for children? Always sees the good in everything? Smiles when someone says hi? Don’t get me started. The way your voice changes when you speak to someone in a friendly manner: gone. Bye-bye, Vi. She is a bit rough around the edges, and can come of as cold at times. You contradict that in the best ways possible. Your kind waves to everyone you pass, the ‘how are you?’ when trying to pay for something, your loving hugs…All the things she’d 100% fall for. No question about it. She insists on holding your hand at all times. She says it is because you like it, but let’s be honest. She is not planning on letting you go and likes to let everyone know, you are indeed taken. 10/10 the type to make-out in public when someone takes your friendliness a bit too extreme. Her hand tugging on your waist, the glare shot towards the one flirting with you? Oof.

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Jinx:

Jinx has a teasing tone, as everyone might know. Though she could use someone to work against that, she would not necessarily find herself attracted to it. If you decide to throw a confetti bomb her way though? You just got yourself a new girlfriend. She is the type to cause mayhem anywhere and everywhere. If she finds someone to do that with, her heart is taken. There are times her emotions tend to get the best of her. You’ll have to calm her down gradually before she does anything stupid. Offer a listening ear, a supportive arm, and she’ll eventually calm down. She loves to do stupid things with you, but she needs breaks. Sit with her and help her tinker with new ideas. Your voice can truly be enough to simply soothe her.

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Ekko:

Ekko has a soft spot for nerds, no one can convince me otherwise. And I’m not talking technology nerd. I’m talking info-dumping nerd. Someone who knows a little bit about everything. With anything he encounters, you are able to tell a fun story behind that. “Is that a raven?” “Actually, it’s a crow. Did you know crows actually remember people and voices and can even hold a grudge against you? Even worse, crows gossip. What? They do.” Man has fallen head over heels. Your little ranting and rambling makes him feel all giddy inside. He actually used to hate it, but as he grew to realize it was love, he began to accept it. Now, the feeling is welcomed. He can listen to you talk for ages, as cheesy as it might sound. And he remembers everything you tell him. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t, so you could tell him again. You know you ramble, and you have often been told to shut up. So, when you notice you’re ranting again, you always stop suddenly, offering a meek ��sorry’. He will not hesitate to shake his head wildly, grabbing your hands in reassurance, claiming he wants to hear more. And it’s not to make you feel better, he genuinely enjoys your little talks. It’s one of the things that makes you so special to him. He treasures every single word spoken to him.

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Silco:

Now, Silco is not an easy one to fall. Not at all. Even with you, it might not have been love at first sight. You had to grow on him. But your mind, and your strategies? They were phenomenal since day one. And though he simply shrugged at it at first, he found himself being attracted to you for that exact reason. You had a solution to every problem, and you had a way of thinking that he simply adored. And from there, he started noticing other things about you. Had your eyes always held that sparkle in them? Were your hands always that delicate? Had your voice always sounded that soothing? It wasn’t until you once laid a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of dreamland, that he realized that he had indeed fallen. Because that touch seemed to linger on his shoulder even as you walked back to your seat at the table. And your eyes silently asking him if he was okay, suddenly looked so different. And then it all clicks. From that day on, his behavior towards you completely changes. Now he wants you in the room with him. Now he wants your opinion on everything. Now you have to follow him wherever he goes. He needs you closer to him now than ever before.

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Vander:

Listen. Dad friend meets mom friend. It’s meant to be, what else can I say? Your warm-hearted personality, the way you kneel down when talking to children, your reasonable words always interrupting fights. That’s just a short list of things he adores about you. Being the voice of reason, but with that compassionate tone is something he greatly admires. Perhaps more than people usually would. But of course, carrying the day on your shoulder and trying to remain kind to others can take quite a toll on a person. At night, when you’re sure others will no longer come look for you, you tire yourself with thoughts of the day. He often comes to visit you around this time so you will not be alone. You share your worries with each other, but also try to encourage each other to keep it up. Those talks are something so precious and intimate to him. And he keeps on doing these even after being your partner through the years.

[lucysarah-c]

Levi was seated at his desk in his office, finishing up his paperwork for the day. He planned to light a candle to extend his work session, but noticed the bright light streaming in from the window behind his desk despite the late hour. With summer just around the corner, he couldn't help but think about the passage of time. Levi checked the clock on his desk, realizing that you should have returned by now. Anticipating your arrival, he prepared another pot of tea, knowing you might return tired from your girls' trip.

Just as he was adding one or two teaspoons of tea strands, the door to his office swung open.

"I'm back!" you announced enthusiastically.

"Welcome back," Levi replied, making eye contact as he poured the water. You walked up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Would you like some tea-"

"You won't believe what I bought!" you interrupted, excitement evident in your voice as you grabbed a few bags you had brought with you.

"What did you get?" Levi's voice remained calm as he returned to his desk.

"Do you want to see it on me?" you asked, holding up a piece of fabric with the tag still attached. How could he refuse? He nodded slowly and smiled as you hurried to the bathroom to change.

Leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, holding his tea cup delicately, Levi waited. The moment you stepped back into the office, spinning in your new sundress, Levi nearly choked on his tea.

"Isn't it perfect?" you asked excitedly. Levi hummed in agreement, trying to calm himself down with a sip of tea. "It's exactly what I wanted."

The dress was a perfect piece of fabric, with a delicate flower pattern, a flowy skirt, a tight heart-shaped corset, and princess-like sleeves.

"What do you think?" you asked, beaming.

Levi set down his tea cup and murmured, "That I need to remember that my salary isn't enough for us to have a kid right now."

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[bamfkeeper]

Blue Helpers.

RQ: 'Can I request reader (established relationship with night crawler) where reader is sick and the barmfs get so worried and try to take care of her, along side hurt' - @lillycore

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader | warnings: Sick/illness themes

a/n: Doing quick little requests because I've been busy, I'm sorry 💔 I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Unedited. ;; wc: 1.0k

You coughed violently, your body shaking with each forceful expulsion of air.

As the fit subsided, you sank back into your bed, pulling the comforter tightly around you in a desperate attempt to find comfort. The pressure in your sinuses was relentless, a constant ache that seemed to radiate through your entire skull. It had been years since you'd fallen ill like this, and the sudden onset of sickness a few days ago had caught you completely off guard. You thought it was maybe food poisoning, but there was no way food caused you to be this sick.

Since then, you'd been confined to your bed, your body too weak to do much more than sleep fitfully and endure the various symptoms plaguing you. The combination of fever, congestion, and overall malaise left you feeling utterly gross, as if your own body had betrayed you.

Your persistent coughing didn't go unnoticed. The little blue imps were curious and concerned, cautiously making their way into your bedroom. They climbed onto the bed, their large yellow eyes blinking rapidly as they observed your weakened state. Their usual energy subdued with worry as they saw just how weak you were, radiating illness from your body. They stretched out their tiny arms towards you, but maintained a respectful distance, unsure of how to help or what to do. The bamfs huddled together at the foot of the bed, their gazes never leaving you as they tried to make sense of your condition.

It was clear to them that you were unwell - your pale complexion, the sheen of sweat on your brow, and your labored breathing were obvious signs. In their limited understanding, they couldn't comprehend why this illness had rendered you so completely incapacitated, so unlike your usual vibrant self.

One of the bamfs chirped softly, its tiny feet pattering across the bed as it approached you. It nuzzled against your cheek, its velvety body held a comforting warmth that provided a momentary respite from the discomfort of your fever. The gesture brought a weak smile to your face, despite your illness.

"Ach, kleine Schätze...bitte, give them some space," Kurt gently admonished, his voice a soothing murmur as he entered the room carrying a steaming bowl. He placed the bowl on the nightstand and lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress. His golden eyes met yours as he spoke softly, "Liebe...you must be feeling dreadful. Your temperature is quite high."

He reached out, his cool hand brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture. A reassuring smile played on his lips as he continued, "But fear not, I've brought something that should help."

Kurt lifted the bowl, wisps of steam rising from its contents. "I've prepared some Kartoffelsuppe for you," he explained, his voice warm with nostalgia. "It's a special recipe, freshly made and piping hot. My mother used to make this very soup for me whenever I fell ill as a child. It always seemed to work wonders."

You lifted your head weakly, mustering a faint smile despite your exhaustion. "It does smell good..." you murmured, the aroma of the soup tantalizing your senses. With some assistance from Kurt, you managed to sit up a bit more, your body still feeling fragile and unsteady. Kurt adjusted himself to sit closer, carefully holding the spoon out for you, his movements slow and deliberate to ensure your comfort.

As the spoon touched your lips, you savored each small sip. The soup was a symphony of flavors, each taste bud awakening to the rich, comforting blend. The warmth of the liquid spread through your body, contrasting to the chills of your fever. You knew you probably shouldn’t be eating hot soup with a temperature, but the soothing heat of the soup in your belly felt like a balm to your ailing body. You couldn't help but appreciate the deliciousness of the meal, a small pleasure in your current state of discomfort.

"Ugh, it's delicious, Kurt..." You sighed, savoring the food and relieved your stubborn stomach was accepting of the meal instead of instantly making you vomit it all up.

The bamfs huddled around you, their large eyes filled with concern as they observed Kurt feeding you. Their tiny forms pressed close, offering what comfort they could through their presence. Their simple minds grappled with the concept of your weakness as they witnessed Kurt carefully spoon feeding you.

If you were too frail to feed yourself, how could you possibly manage anything else? The sight of you in such a vulnerable state clearly distressed them, their usual playful demeanor gone as they made soft whining sounds against you. Their attachment to you was evident in every worried glance and gentle touch, they had become so needy for you ever since you and Kurt became an item, and they hated seeing you hurt in any way.

After finishing your meal, Kurt excused himself to fetch some medicine, leaving you to rest and recuperate. The bamfs remained gathered around you, their concern evident in their actions. With an eagerness to assist after seeing Kurt giving you food, they took it upon themselves to tend to your needs in his absence.

Their tiny hands struggled but managed to lift the large glass of water, offering it to you for a refreshing sip whenever you tried to reach for it yourself. They replaced the cool, damp cloth on your forehead after the rag had become too warm, splaying it on your forehead perfectly each time. The sweet things even attempted to massage your aching muscles with their small, three-fingered hands.

These loyal little imps refused to leave your side, their presence a constant and unwavering. When Kurt returned, he found you curled up on your side, surrounded by a protective cocoon of blue bamfs. They had nestled themselves against your belly and back, with some even perched atop you. Their warm, sleepy bodies provided a soothing heat, carefully balanced so as not to overheat you in your fragile state.

This living blanket of bamfs offered both physical warmth and emotional comfort, even with the few that had managed to weasel their way under your arm like teddy bears.

Thanks for reading <3

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight | Photos on Pinterest, Bamfs from Nightcrawler 2014

[mlmxreader]

Bärchen, Beloved | Kurt Wagner x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can we have a cute lazy day with Kurt and male reader with 2 & 15? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Kurt spend the day together when he comes to see you.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

↳ please consider giving to Yamen and Yazan's cause; their family has to rebuild due to the ongoing genocide and they've only raised $488 of their $40,000 goal!

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BAMF!

You looked up at the windowsill, smiling when you locked eyes with the familiar yellow gaze; perched on the edge, you could see Kurt's tail dangling over the edge, the pointed tip just grazing against the wall beneath him. Hanging on his wrist, a white plastic bag dangled and dripped slowly from the rain outside.

He knew it was your day off, and he had wanted nothing more than to visit and to spend the day with you - lazing in the bed in comfortable pyjamas and grazing on the snacks he had secured in the bag. He loved days like that, as rare as they had become.

Besides, a pyjama day was well overdue for you both as it was.

You tilted your head, eyeing him up for a moment as you shifted to the other side of the bed, making enough room for him. Kurt had a habit of switching between being curled up and stretching out as much as he could, so you had taken to trying to make as much room for him as you possibly could.

It always helped that he was really warm to the touch, and when he snuggled into your side, you could easily drift asleep without much fuss at the end of the night, and he kept you warm enough during the cold and rainy days.

He clambered down from the windowsill carefully, laying the bag by your feet and tugging at the duvet; a curious smile etched across his lips as he lets out a gentle hum from the back of his throat.

He paused, feeling the fabric between his fingers and doing his best not to grin at the texture; soft, fluffy.

"Ist gut," he mused. "Sehr flauschig... was it expensive?"

"Not really," you admitted, waiting for him to take his shoes off before you gently pulled him to straddle your waist. A quiet laugh left your lips. "Fifteen quid, if that."

"Not bad, not bad," Kurt admitted, getting beneath the duvet next to you. He grabbed the bag, pulling it to his lap as he grinned at you fondly. "Mein Bärchen, what is on today?"

You turned onto your side, grinning as you licked your lips and prepared to tell him; you sucked in a shallow and soft breath. "Well, I was thinking that new horror film we both liked the look of is finally available... I was gonna make popcorn, get into my pyjamas, and then we could watch it?"

It took everything in Kurt not to nod eagerly as he gently put his two fingers under your chin, his thumb settling just and just under your bottom lip. "That sounds wonderful, my beloved."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," he nodded slightly, still trying to hide his absolute eagerness even though it was flooding through his veins. He almost couldn't contain it, and if it had been in his heart, it would have hammered its way through his ribs within a second. "Would I, by any chance, be invited to sit with you while you shower?"

You shrugged, eyeing the bag on his lap as you laid your hand on his chest. "That depends - what's in the bag?"

"A guessing game?"

"Indeed," you grinned. "Is it energy drinks?"

He smiled back as he nodded. "Ja."

"Are they citrussy and cold?" You asked.

Another nod, another quick and quiet, playful, confirmation.

"Is there... that microwave popcorn we both like?" You inquired.

A purring and gentle confirmation followed by a quick kiss of congratulations.

"And... crisps?" You tugged at the white plastic handles, which made him gently swat your hand away as he tutted softly.

In all honesty, Kurt was the type of man that you would have married; money was the main issue, but it wasn't as if time was exactly the best at the moment either.

A gentle and playful scorn to tell you to stop trying to peek before the game was even over; you loved that side of him - the playful, sweet side that you had fallen in love with.

The side of him that would walk you to your holy building for prayer and then meet you outside with a grin and something to eat afterwards; thankfully, his church wasn't far from your holy building either, so he could easily go and pray himself as well.

"Bärchen?" Kurt hummed softly, knitting his brows together. "Is everything alright?"

Days when he could visit and bring along a bag from the corner shop and watch films with you throughout the hours had been getting fewer and fewer, and although you couldn't blame him, you did miss it when it had been a weekly occurrence.

You nodded, laughing softly as you ran a hand down your chin. "I was just thinking was all."

"Want to share?"

"I just..." you shrugged as you sighed. "We've always said, if we had the time and the money, we'd get married - but as it stands, I don't think it'd be for a long time... I mean, I get it, you know? You're an X-Man, and I knew what I was getting into when we first started dating. But I just... wish things were different, I guess."

"Mein Mann," he whispered, pressing his face to the side of your neck. His prickly stubble making you laugh softly. "Worry not. The time and money will come soon. I promise."

You relaxed a little bit, running your hand through his hair as you licked your lips and cleared your throat. "I hope so. I'd like to be your husband, I really would."

"And I would like you to be my husband," he replied quietly, "but first - how about we get you into your pyjamas?"

"That sounds good," you agreed. "Can I peek into the bag, now?"

"Nein!" He protested with a loud laugh. "It's a surprise. Only peek when we're settled, hmm?"

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing him away from you. "Fine, have it your way, my beloved."

His heart pounded at the term of endearment; it always did. Didn't matter how many times you had said it, or how many times you so casually let it leave you, it always made his heart pound and skip a beat. Falling in love all over again, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world for both of you.

Kurt beamed, getting up and offering you his hand. "Come, Bärchen. Let's get you sorted out."

You eagerly took his hand, letting his two fingers and thumb interlock with your fingers. "Gladly, my beloved."

[leviismybby]

levi getting impatient while you are riding him and he starts bucking his hips into you 👀

Well anon.....kdkowkekekek yes yes and yes.

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, orgasm denial, Levi being desperate, I apologize for this not jskskks

Your hands are on his shoulders, hips bouncing up and down on him. Currently, you were sated in his office to help him do the "paperwork" and you just happened to end up in your boyfriends lap with his cock inside of you.

Levi hisses when you roll your hips, you're taking things slow, making sure that you feel every inch on him. But Levi isn't liking the pace that you set, of course it feels phenomenal however he would rather have a quicker and harder pace.

His hands move from your waist to your hips and he leans in a little to suck at your exposed neck. You hate the fact that he isn't naked right now, you craved to touch his muscles under the uniform.

"Name." He mumbels against your neck, gripping your hips until they are still. "Need you to ride me harder." You bite your lips trying to hide a smile when you notice how needy his voice is.

"Not gonna happen." You tease, hips moving slowly again. Levi doesn't appreciate that one bit. He pulls back from your neck, his fingers dig into your skin harshly and he fucks up into you. Moaning, you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Oh yeah? Looks like it's fucking happening." Levi kisses your forehead, his cock pounds into you ruthlessly, his fingers are destined to leave bruises on your flesh. You pull back and tug on his hair to kiss him on the lips.

He grunts, fucking you even faster on his cock. As much as you loved having soft sex with Levi, you enjoyed when he got to be in control and fuck your brains out.

"S-shit. Such a good pussy you have baby." He pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. "L-levi." Your wet walls clamp down on him, a burning sensation builds up in your navel.

"Not yet princess. Can you wait a little more for me?" Nodding, you run your fingers through his soft raven hair, you know how much he enjoys when you grab his hair, especially during this time.

For a moment Levi stops moving only to adjust himself in a comfortable position but he is quick to bounce you on him again. His eyes are glued to your breats and he relishes in the way your walls are starting to clamp down more and more on him.

"Wanna cum." You whine as he somehow thrusts into you even faster making you see stars. "Cum on my cock. Let me see you fucking cum for me." He takes your breast in his mouth and sucks your nipple as you cum around him, head thrown back.

Levi's thrusting slows down a little as he feels himself grow close, he pulls away from your nipple looking up at you. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside. Please Levi." He practically grwols and starts fucking you harsh again but it ain't long before he is cumming too. "Fuck. Fuck. That's it." With one hard snap on his hips, he cums inside of you.

You drop your head on his shoulder, hair messy, legs wobbly. "Are you okay?" Your boyfriend whispers, massaging your now bruised hips gently. "Aye aye captain."

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[frownyalfred]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @lurkinglurkerwholurks

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 146! It would be a larger number if I hadn't deleted all of my Supernatural fics back in the day. There were at least 30 of those, maybe more...

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

913,163 - I'm hoping to hit a million soon!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Batman, Superman, Justice League, Star Wars, Marvel

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Take Care of Business Everybody Wants You It Was Always You a sky of honey Anything Like Me

5. Do you respond to comments?

Not anymore :/ I have a really hard time keeping up with writing if I'm responding to comments. I hope my readers understand.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm. Probably lonely town? Dick is getting de-fibbed in the alley by Bruce, and it's not clear if he's going to survive or not.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

here as I am is hilarious if you're into jealous!Clark. otherwise the weight (salmon ladder fic) always gets me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yep. Mostly on borderline, but on other fics too. I love how, as I've gotten better at writing, it's changed from "wow this sucks, your writing is awful" to "you suck because you chose to have [character] do this." Luckily I think most of the hate filters over here to Tumblr, where I can happily block and forget. These days, I mostly get people commenting about how I'm wrong about something. Wrong about something I researched and triple checked before posting...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! All of them, I think? At least, I haven't balked at much yet. I'm not really into the excrement related ones, so I think that would be one of my no-go's.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yep! bloodletting (Mandalorian/Star Wars and DC Crossover) and a few Marvel/DC crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, a few times. What I'm more pissed about is all of my textposts being monetized over on TikTok and IG. I could be making bank off of those, considering the reach. And several of them are basically mini-fics.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Tons. Check them out here. There's also some podfics and related works there.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've made attempts but I'm really bad at it. I tend to write spur of the moment and follow my gut on where the conversation/action goes. Planning out a fic with a partner would do them a disservice, I think.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I really love Superbat, but Codywan is right up there with it. Something about Cody being a loyal BAMF soldier and long-suffering big brother gets me.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

My vampire AU. Not because I don't want to continue but I cannot decipher my notes as to what should happen next.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very quick, I can type up a full draft in a few hours. I like natural, snappy dialogue and I think I'm good at it. I don't shy away from weird or uncomfortable situations. I'm comfortable with writing a lot of sex/etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too quickly, sometimes I get ahead of my plot. My dialogue and descriptions can sometimes be a little too bare, or I overcorrect and become too flowery. My fics take on the tone of whatever I'm thinking about at that time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If you're confident in your language abilities, go for it. If you're just plugging it into google translate, consider why you're doing that first. Is the addition of this new language actually something someone would say in that moment? Or are we just using it to signal to the audience that they speak another language? Is there a way to show this without telling? That being said, I love using Mando'a in my Star Wars fic, and I've studied it for a while now to be able to do so.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Probably borderline or a sky of honey. Both took a ton out of me and I'm proud they're whole and standing on their own right now.

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