Mutant and Proud

Kitty Pryde: X-Man, Mutant, General All-Round Badass Closed RP for SHARP

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Sing Me a Song || Kitty & Peter

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“You’re not a coward. Kind of stupid, yes, but not a coward.”

Peter grinned. Wasn’t he the one that was supposed to be all inspirational? And then there was Kitty just being… perfect. Or whatever. “Thank you,” he sighed, squeezing her hand. “I supposed I know it- I know I try hard and I do my best to make the right choices, to save people- And I know I’m not a failure or a coward, but sometimes-” he stared at the table, “It’s so hard to stay hopeful after everything. You make one bad call and- It never stops, and it never will, and all there is to do is keep fighting. Find something to fight for and fight until the end.” He looked back up at her, holding eye contact, “Thank you for giving me something new to fight for. Your support means the galaxy to me.”

He knew he could trust her, then. Not that he hadn’t before, but there was something about her words that gave him all of the assurance he needed. She’d made him optimistic again. And for now, that was all he needed. He was going to find his friends and it was going to be alright. The world would keep turning, and they’d keep fighting for peace and that was all they could do. But it was enough.

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Kitty felt her cheeks blush bright red as he thanked her. She was going to try and brush it off like it was nothing, that trying to raise his spirits didn’t mean all that much but that would have been a lie. Seeing it in his eyes as his attitude turned around again meant more to her than words could say. Instead she smiled at him and squeezed his hand gently, hoping that was going to be enough to communicate her feelings for now.

In the background, the band began to play a fast tune that just needed to be danced to. Kitty dragged her gaze away from Peter for a moment to look over at the dancefloor. It was full but that wasn’t going to stop her.

She downed the rest of her drink and got to her feet, pulling at Peter’s hand to make sure he followed her. “Come on, Star Lord,” she said with a grin, “enough talk. Time to dance.”

She led him over to the dancefloor and she could feel the eyes of everyone else in the club follow them. She didn’t care what any of them thought. Tonight was about the two of them reconnecting and while they had started to do that, Kitty wanted them to have some fun and dance the rest of the night away together. 

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A Quiet Moment || Kitty & Rogue

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Rogue wasn’t desperate for coffee, but Kitty’s enthusiasm for getting it to her was appreciated. A little kick in the afternoon wouldn’t hurt, would it? Caffeine was always nice to have. She dropped two sugars in and added several splashes of cream in her coffee, blowing across the top of it as she went to sit down, seated opposite her friend at a chair. Rogue was glad to hear that Kitty was okay, had expected Kitty to be okay, even, because she knew Kitty was tough, and the battle of Detroit had mercifully not crossed into the Westchester borders enough to disrupt the school. The Detroit attack hadn’t been against mutants, specifically–now, though, the focus was back again, against the mutants, and non-humans, and anyone else a certain people group didn’t want around.

“If you ever want to delegate, sometimes Ah wish Ah was more busy,” Rogue said, nodding her head once. “And, yeah, this ain’t a social call. Ah wanted to discuss HOPE. Wanted to see what you’ve heard, who you’ve heard about, if you know if it’s somethin’ we oughtta be worryin’ about. Ah’m thinkin’ ‘bout infiltratin’ some of the meetin’s, seeing what they’re like, to survey the threat, but Ah haven’t found a place yet.”

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“Don’t say that,” Kitty said with a light laugh, “or I will take you up on that delegation offer and make sure you’re as busy as I am.” Kitty would never intentionally overload any of the others working at the school but it certainly was a comfort to know Rogue was on hand if she needed it.

Kitty sipped her coffee and put the mug down on her desk. As disappointed as she was that this wasn’t a social call from her friend, she understood Rogue’s motivations for wanting to speak to her. H.O.P.E. wasn’t going to just fade into the background because the mutants wished it to; yet another thorn in their sides.

“Obviously I heard their announcement, and then Hank’s response. Since then, things have gone quiet which worries me. Organisations like HOPE don’t stay quiet for long. Everything else is purely speculative.” She sighed, wishing she knew more so that they could prepare for what the hell was coming next.

“My guess is right now, HOPE are recruiting more members and stirring up more fear about us and any other supposed non-humans. They’re doing it quietly so that we can’t stop them. Your idea of going undercover makes sense but it concerns me too. There are too many variables that could go wrong with sending mutants into enemy territory like that. You’d be outnumbered and even if they forced you to defend yourself in a fight, you’d be framed as the instigator of it all.” Kitty knew Rogue was tough and could look after herself but that didn’t stop her worrying. “Then again, what other choice do we have?”

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These Halls || open

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Ēsu walked inside the gates, admiring the gardens and ornaments across the front of the school. It was much nicer than his old campus.

Once he got to the main entrance, he stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the door. He took a deep breath and walked up to the doors.

“Thank you for letting me in. I know there’s a need for caution.”

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Kitty was at the doors as the man approached. She tried to keep any and all suspicions she had about him in the back of her mind so it wouldn’t show on her face as she greeted him. Of course if he was a mind reader, he would be able to see her thoughts no matter how much she tried to hide them.

She gave him a smile and held out her hand to him to shake. “You’re welcome. I’m Kitty,” she said. “Welcome to the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. Before I give you the grand tour, do you need anything to eat or drink?”

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These Halls || open

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Ēsu smiled when he heard a reply on the intercom. “Hello, Pryde-senpai.”  Ēsu tried to be as respectful as possible. “I’m  Ēsu Matsuda. I helped out in Detroit on Team One. I am a mutant. I heard this was a safe place for mutants.” 

The last bit almost sounded like a plea. “I was able to hide my powers but ever since helping out in Detroit, I’ve been outed. It’s not safe at my apartment anymore for me or my roommate.” 

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Kitty was surprised by the guest adding -senpai to her name. She was used to -san or even -chan but not -senpai. 

She felt a pang of sympathy for Ēsu as he described the reasons for coming to the school. While she still had her suspicions about the newcomer, she knew she couldn’t turn him away. The purpose of the school was to be a safe haven for all mutants who needed it; she could not bring herself to go against Professor Xavier’s original vision for this place.

“Yōkoso, Ēsu-san,” she said over the intercom as she buzzed him in. The gates would now be opening for him. “I’ll meet you at the main entrance.”

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Mr curiosity || Kurt & Kitty

No matter how much everyone seemed to try, Kurt couldn’t help but feel things just weren’t the same since the Foesitian battle. Schedules had more or less returned to normal at the school, but Kurt still couldn’t help but feel something was off. Everyone was quieter. Some seemed on edge, as if they expected to be caught up in another battle at any moment. It bothered Kurt; upset him. He’d spoken to many since the battle ended, but he was still yet to speak to those he’d really wanted to – such as Kitty Pride.

They’d both been busy; they usually were even before, being in a school and all. Kurt didn’t want to seem pushy or to interrupt what he assumed were rare moments of privacy for Kitty, but eventually he gave in and made his way to her office.    

He hesitated outside the door, one hand raised to knock. Was she even in there? He wasn’t aware of any appointments being booked, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Kurt sighed. Only one way to find out.

“Hallo…? Kitty? Are you busy?” Kurt asked once he’d knocked.

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Kitty was deep in marking students’ work when Kurt stopped by her office. Music was playing softly in the background to help Kitty remain feeling sane while trying to decipher her students’ unique interpretations of what she had been trying to teach them. A mug of chamomile tea was sat on her desk, steam slowly rising out of it and sending a delicate scent through the air.

In truth, Kitty was glad of the interruption and she was even gladder when she realised the interruption was being caused by one of her dearest friends. “Kurt,” she said in a happy tone as she got up from her desk. “It’s good to see you.”

She walked across her office to open the door fully and welcome her guest in. “How are you? Can I get you something to drink? I have tea if you want some.” She laughed quietly to herself before sharing the joke with Kurt. “I was in the middle of marking. Thank you for saving me from it. Come in. What’s the purpose of your visit?”

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A Quiet Moment || Kitty & Rogue

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Rogue didn’t know what to think of this HOPE threat. For now, it was an organization of people who hated non-humans and mutants. That wasn’t anything new, though it was concerning that they were organizing. Any organized hate group was a concern, and for the X-Men, a hate group against mutants warranted efforts to stop the group. HOPE hadn’t launched any non-verbal attacks against mutants or non-humans, as far as Rogue was aware of. But she had lived long enough, and she knew the history, to know how it worked, and she had enough experience to be suspicious that it would soon turn into violent mobs and kidnappings and maybe even murders. She just hoped HOPE wasn’t another Purifiers, but with a name like Humans Only, Protect Earth, she wouldn’t bet on it.

She was visiting Kitty because she knew the other professor had similar views on how to address issues such as this, and Rogue also hoped Kitty knew a little more about the organization. She knocked at the door and let herself in when Kitty called, and she smiled back at her friend. “Hey, Kitty,” she said. She’d apparently interrupted an afternoon snack. “A coffee would be great, thanks.”

Outside the kids were playing basketball, with powers, reminding Rogue of the countless times her old X-Men teams had played, back when they were younger. Sadly, many of her old most beloved teammates were gone now, doing their own thing or heading the premiere terrorist organization called HYDRA. “How’ve ya been?”

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Kitty sprung into action once Rogue had confirmed the need for coffee. Kitty was never going to deny a fellow being coffee. She went over to the coffee maker she had in the corner of her office and got a fresh pot brewing. She filled a clean mug with the delicious liquid and took it over to Rogue, along with a jar of sugar and a jug of cream if Rogue needed them. She put this all down on the desk. “Help yourself.”

She noticed that Rogue had been looking out at the basketball game and she also noticed the slightly sad look in her eyes. It was all too easy to reminisce about the ‘good ol’ days’ and make yourself believe that the past was much better than it was. That didn’t stop you from missing the people who were apart of that time though.

“I’ve been-” all over the place? Worried about HOPE while also feeling giddy about seeing a certain Guardian of the Galaxy and trying to stay grounded enough to do a good job at being the Headmistress of the school, “-OK.” She smiled and shrugged at Rogue. “Busy is the better word actually. It never stops around here but you know that already.” Kitty picked up her own coffee mug and took a sip. “Is this a social visit,” she asked, “or do you have something on your mind you want to discuss?” As much as Kitty hoped it was the former part of her question, but knew it was probably the latter. With HOPE coming up out of the woodwork, along with more potential problems hovering around in the ether, Kitty wasn’t expecting many more social visits for a long time.

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A Quiet Moment || Kitty & Rogue

Kitty was enjoying a quiet moment in her office. These moments didn’t happen all that often so she treated herself to an extra strong coffee and a donut she had managed to sneak out of the kitchen earlier. She sat on the window seat and watched some of the kids play basketball outside. The game had started with the rule of no powers allowed but that rule hadn’t lasted long. It never did. Kitty could remember when she was a student and playing similar games. She smiled as she watched the game unfold and the kids whooped and hollered at each other, clearly enjoying themselves despite the rule breaking.

It was almost like the threat of HOPE wasn’t hanging over them. It was like a normal day at a not-so-normal school and the students and their teachers only had to worry about mid-terms and grades. Being mutant meant you always had a target on your back, or at least that’s how Kitty felt and it made her mad. Surely society was done with this bullshit by now. Apparently not.

There was a knock at her door and she called out for the person to come in. She didn’t move from her window seat, not yet. She wanted to enjoy the students’ fun for a little longer before facing whatever was coming her way next.

She turned to face her visitor and she grinned at the sight of her. “Rogue,” she said warmly as she put her coffee down and wiped her fingers clean on her trouser leg of any remaining donut crumbs. She quickly wiped her face with her hand too. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked. “Can I get you a coffee or is this just a quick visit?”

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The bite on Ēsu’s arm itched. It was healing, slowly but surely. The medic at Detroit was very helpful. He heard someone say he was an X-Man - that there was a school for people like him. Dr. Hank McCoy was one of the medics there. He had done a bit of research and prepared himself for what came.

So Ēsu waited outside the Jean Grey School for Mutants, wondering how to get in. The gate was high and locked, only an intercom on the side of the fence. He figured it would be a bad idea to just climb in, so he pressed the intercom. “Hello?”

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Slowly but surely a normal rhythm was beginning to settle over the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. It was hard work on behalf of all of the teachers, especially following the announcement from H.O.P.E., but classes were running like normal again, the kids were acting like normal again and Kitty Pryde as the school’s headmistress was feeling a little more in control. Of course a school for mutants was never going to be completely under Kitty’s control but this was close enough for Kitty’s liking.

A new day would bring new challenges and one of the first was the intercom buzzing. Kitty peered at the security screen that showed the front gates and did not recognise the person who buzzed. Instinct told her to let him in, he didn’t look like the H.O.P.E. type and the school had never turned away a person in need. Still, in these times, she had to exercise extra caution. “Hello, this is Kitty Pryde, Headmistress of this School. Please state your name and business before I allow you entry to our grounds.”

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Sing Me a Song || Kitty & Peter

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Peter grinned. He found it easier to smile around Kitty Pryde and he was grateful for that. It was as if things were starting to feel normal again. Maybe everything would be okay now? He new it wasn’t true, it couldn’t be, and wouldn’t. Not for a long time. But he could pretend, for now. Sitting here with Kitty in this club full of music and booze and smiling people who could not imagine what the heroes had gone though. He could almost imagine, when he was there with her, what it would be like to be a normal person. What it would like to be ignorant of all of the danger and evil in the universe and just be able to live carefree and optimistic. He couldn’t imagine ever feeling that way except the time before the Ravengers. Become his mother had- before Star-Lord.

“It’s not dumb. It’s everything I’d hoped you would say-” He looked shocked for a second, “I mean- Not the Foesitians screwing with you! Obviously. But- I’d hoped you’d be thinking of me- I mean-” He trailed off, turning a brighter red than the velvet curtain. You sound stupid, Peter. “Sorry. I’m glad you got the card-”

The waiter brought their drinks and Peter took a sip, wondering if there was any way he could avoid talking abut the Blood Star. He wanted to keep this moment perfect for as long as possible. But her mention of the Guardians brought him back.

All of a sudden, everything Peter had been keeping bottled up came out. He couldn’t have controlled it if he’d tried. He held onto her hand, wondering how stupid he must look and tried to not completely break down. “I’m basically homeless. I have no idea what’s happened to the Milano or anyone on it and it’s killing me, but I can’t- I can’t bring myself to ask because I’m scared- I’m scared I won’t get an answer. I know that sounds stupid as hell, Kitty, but I-” He stared at his glass. “The reason I didn’t contact you sooner was because I was stuck getting medical treatment. I don’t remember that well, there were a lot of drugs involved. But the while time, I couldn’t help but think that I had failed. They came back for me- I got arrogant in the void, Kitty. I thought I could take on that whole army of stupid alien sons-of-bitches by myself. I thought I could get everyone out of there-” There was the common sense part of Peter’s brain slapping him in the face telling him that he was being selfish and stupid, but another much stronger feeling of guilt that seemed to be consuming him and he swallowed, choking on a lump in his throat. “I’d let myself get shot and they came back for me. I got overconfident and they suffered for it. I won’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to them- if they didn’t make it- And I’m too much of a god damn coward to even try to find out-”

Peter found that he’d lost the ability to speak properly, and so he just sat there and hoped Kitty didn’t get up and leave. He wouldn’t blame her, after everything he’d said.

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Boy, was she in trouble! When Peter Quill smiled, it felt as if her heart swelled and her stomach started doing gymnastic manoeuvres. They still barely knew each other and yet Kitty could feel herself falling for him hard. She had promised herself that she would take her time with the next person she was attracted to but apparently she wasn’t listening to herself. 

It didn’t help that Peter fumbled over his words and blushed brighter than a tomato. That whole act was simply endearing to Kitty and if she had been falling hard before, she was practically free-falling now. 

The arrival of their drinks gave Kitty a much needed moment to pause and gather her senses and her wits and to take a metaphorically step back from this situation. She thanked their waiter and took a small sip from her vodka. The liquid burned its way down her throat and it was enough of a sensation to root her back in the here and now, in the more rational way of thinking instead of letting her heart rule her actions.

If she had been planning on saying anything next, she quickly forgot about it as Peter spoke about what had happened to him. Kitty put her drink down on the table and clasped his hand with both of hers, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would float away and never be seen again. 

She didn’t want to leave him and she wasn’t going to. While a part of her wanted to beam that she was the first person he had contacted, a larger part of her was concerned for him and his team. Having been a part of the X-Men for so long now, she had an idea of what Peter was going through. There had been times when Kitty hadn’t known what had happened to her team-mates and had to suffer all manner of doubts and survivors’ guilt while waiting for news.

“Peter,” she spoke softly as one of her hand cupped his cheek and lifted his face so she could look him in the eyes, “you’re not a coward. Kind of stupid, yes, but not a coward. I’ve seen cowards before and you’re not one of them.” She caressed his cheek, her thumb rubbing gently over his stubble. “Your team made it home. I’m not sure where Gamora is right now but last I heard, Rocket and Groot are in Detroit with SWORD. I can’t tell you how they’re doing exactly but they are alive. And so are you. You’re alive and trust me, that’s a good thing.” Her hand dropped from his face and came to rest over his hand again. She offered him a warm smile. “Whatever you need me to do to help, I’ll do it. All you have to do is ask.”

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Sing Me a Song || Kitty & Peter

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“Yeah, I know-” Peter admitted with a smile, “I hated to keep you waiting. But I wanted to see the look on your face. It was priceless, by the way.” He wanted to tell her everything and ask her so many questions, but this was not the time or place. Peter waved to the crowd, a couple of the girls looking a little less enthusiastic than before, and nodded to the drummer of the band who started a new song. As the crowds attention began to turn, Peter turned his attention back to Kitty. The talks would come later, he was sure, but for now, there was only one thing that mattered.

“Don’t I owe you drinks?” Peter asked, leading Kitty through the crowd over to a room in the back of the club. “VIP,” he grinned, holding the curtain open for her. He didn’t know where to start, or how to explain everything to her. She’d been there for part of it, of course, but Peter wasn’t sure he was quite ready to tell her about everything that had happened in the void. 

Peter couldn’t get the stupid grin off his face. A waiter came in, asking about drinks. “Russia’s finest vodka,” he smiled, quoting Kitty, “And the most pretentious Scotch you have, for me.” The waiter nodded and left. “You know this place is run by aliens?” Peter asked Kitty, sitting down across from her, throwing his jacket over the back of his chair. “They do a pretty good job. There’s a club just like it in another galaxy. I’ll have to take you there sometime. They don’t know a lot about your- well, Terran- music there so I’m a little bit of a celebrity there,” he joked.

Peter’s smile faltered when he remembered that he had no idea where the Milano was, not to mention the rest of his team. Everything in his life at that moment seemed to be converging back on the Blood Star, like a bad dream he couldn’t forget. It kept sneaking into his thoughts and poising whatever happiness he’d been able to find since the Void. Peter put on a good show, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread, and the inevitability of having to face the events of the past few months. 

“I don’t know what to say about what happened, except that I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. If I’d had the chance, I would have told you sooner. I was sort of incapacitated after the-” He couldn’t say it. “After everything, and you were the first person I thought of to contact. I-” He hesitated, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Kitty.”

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Kitty felt breathless, as if Peter had managed to kiss the air right out of her lungs. If he hadn’t kept hold of her, there had been every chance she would have swooned. Actually swooned. Like a goddamn heroine from an old black and white movie. She needed to get herself together and stop being so ridiculous.

However it was difficult to stop the ridiculousness when she was being ushered through to the VIP lounge and being told that the club they were in was run by aliens. Everything didn’t feel quite real, as if this was a bizarre dream she was having and she was going to wake up at any moment. No, she reminded herself, this is real, this is happening, and yes, this is crazy.

Kitty was going to make a sarcastic comment about him being a celebrity elsewhere in the galaxy but she stopped herself when she noticed his usual dazzling smile falter. It was a reminder that everything wasn’t as OK and as shiny as it appeared to be. Memories of what she saw when she was fighting the Foesitians decided to stir and her own smile faltered too.

Kitty reached across the table and took hold of Peter’s hand. She needed the contact to prove to herself that Peter was really here and that this wasn’t another nasty Foesitian trick being played on her mind. She laced her fingers with his and tried not to pay too much attention to how her skin tingled where it made contact with his.

She lifted her eyes to meet his at his last statement, her warm coloured orbs widening. Heck, she couldn’t even hide how much it excited her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her too. “I’m glad you got in contact, Peter. Even though you didn’t put your name on that postcard, I had a feeling it was you. I mean, who else would do that?” She smiled at him and gave his hand a small squeeze. “Although once we’re done here, I suggest you call the rest of your guardian guys. They’ll be worried about you.”

Kitty paused for a moment and took in a breath. She didn’t want to taint their reunion with talk of the Foesitian battle but she also couldn’t put it off forever. Kitty believed in honesty and if, IF, they were going to be involved, Kitty wanted no secrets between them.

“I saw you, y’know.” She started. She looked down at their hands and the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. “I know it was those jerks messing with me but I saw you, in the battlefield. Apparently I can’t stop thinking about you either, even when I’m fighting against a bunch of alien douce-nozzles. When it was all over, I tried to call you. I wanted to tell you that we won and I wanted to celebrate with you.”

Kitty paused again and this time, her mouth stretched into a smile. “Does that make me sound dumb?”

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Delays & Developments (AU) ||Peter & Kitty

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“Of course. No problem whatsoever,” Peter nodded, shifting in his chair. He got the uneasy feeling that the Headmistress didn’t trust him. To be fair, he thought, he’d given her no reason to; but he hoped he didn’t come off as someone who kept a lot of secrets. Well, he had a few, but who didn’t, really? He also couldn’t help but notice that Miss. Pryde never really made eye contact with him, and while he wondered about her reasoning for that, he also wondered about this whole situation, and how incredibly strange it was.

Peter’s new job, he realised, was not going to be as easy as he’d first anticipated. Teach quidditch, stay out of trouble. Those were his only two goals. Getting involved in threats and plots against the school from an unknown source were definitely not on the list. He’d been involved in more than a little mischief in his days, as well as things he was not exactly proud of, but he’d cleaned up his act and he didn’t want to fall back into his bad habits. He wondered if he should tell the headmistress, he might be able to assist in the discovery of the letter writer, but he couldn’t do that without revealing to much and he was not in the business of getting fired on his first day. Well, before that, even. 

“Like I said, I’ll do whatever I can. I hope things will work themselves out.” He smiled at her, “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss? I suppose I should get acquainted with my fellow professors?”

Kitty narrowed her eyes at Quill for less than half a second as she tried to size him up and tried to decide if he was worthy of her trust. It was too soon to say she couldn’t trust him at all, but it was also too soon to say she could trust him completely too. As much as she wanted to give him the benefit of doubt, she couldn’t risk her students’ safety either. The students came first always.

“Your help is greatly appreciated, Mr Quill. I know you weren’t expecting this to happen. I know you’re here to teach Quidditch and that’s what I’m asking you to do for now. Just keep in mind your duties might unexpectedly expand if needs be.”

For now, that’s all she could give him until she was more sure of his intentions for taking the teaching job. There was a high chance that he really was here to teach and share his passion for Quidditch with the children and if that was the case, Kitty would be relieved and more than eager to somehow make it up to him that she ever doubted him.

“For now, Mr Quill, reacquint yourself with the school, meet your fellow professors and try to make yourself at home here. If you ever need to talk, I’m here for you. And please, if you hear anything about any more threats or anything relating to something of that nature, come see me straight away.”

She rose from her seat and made her way around her desk until she was stood beside him. She smiled at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to see any doubts she had about him in her eyes. She also tried to not let it show that she thought he really was quite handsome.

She held out her hand to him to shake. “Welcome back to Hogwarts, Mr. Quill.”

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Sing Me a Song || Kitty & Peter

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♪ “And I’m trying to find my peace of mind, behind these two white highway lines…” ♪

Peter had been singing in a band for a while now. It was mostly just a way for him to get away from the Guardians, when he needed a break, or just felt like getting away from it all. Or when Rocket was threatening to blow stuff up. World saving was no easy task, and everyone had their vices. Peter could only drink so much and when he wasn’t feeling it, he would come up and sing his heart out like an idiot. He’d developed somewhat of an altar ego there, although his role as teen heartthrob came more easily than he would have liked to admit.

♪ “When the city goes silent; The ringing in my ears gets violent…” ♪

The song was slow. Peter was a drama queen usually, opting for the crowd pleasers and flashy #1 hits. But tonight was different. He’d decided he would come here every Friday until he heard from her. And he hoped, with everything he had that Katherine Pryde had gotten his letter. If he could have anything at this moment. Anything.

♪ “And I remember, “Baby, come home…” ♪

He didn’t want to think about the Blood Star or the Void. Peter struggled with that. He had to make a conscious effort to not stop and fall apart right there on stage. Restarting his normal life had been harder than he was expecting but he wasn’t going to give up. Not yet.

♪ “She’s singing, “Baby, come home,” in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time…” ♪

And then, Peter heard is name and looked down, staring at the brunette with eyes as bright as stars. He was shocked and elated and relieved. Kitty Pryde had made it. She’d- He wanted to jump down and spill his heart out to her right then, but he didn’t; not yet. Instead, he finished the song, his eyes never leaving hers. People were cheering, young women in evening dresses were calling his name, but Peter was only thinking of one person and she was standing there looking more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen. 

♪ “Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone?” ♪

And when the song ended Peter dropped the mic and leaped down off the stage, pushed his way through the crowd, grabbed Kitty’s hand and pulled her into a tight hug. “You showed up.” He smiled, aware of how goofy he looked right now, but didn’t care. “I’m so glad. I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to tell you sooner but I-” Peter stopped talking and leaned down and kissed her, while all around them the club erupted into cheers.

♪ “Baby, come home…”♪

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Peter’s singing an acoustic version of Fall Out Boy’s Jet Pack Blues. It was either this or “Bang Bang”. 

It was like something out of a cheesy rom-com that Kitty would normally mock for being unrealistic. If it wasn’t actually happening to her, she would have never believed it. But right now she was being serenaded by the guy she thought was dead, the same guy she had a crush on and she couldn’t be happier.

All eyes were on the pair of them, but Peter’s eyes never left Kitty’s while he finished the song. Kitty knew all the words already, thanks to some of her students blasting it a little too loudly through the halls of the school. She had told them to turn it down but she had a feeling that when she got home, she would be playing it on repeat herself. She mouthed the words along as Peter crooned them to her and if she had completely forgotten herself (which she hadn’t), she would have swooned.

Kitty might have been in a state of denial about her feelings for Quill before but not any more. This song and his voice made her realise she had it bad for him. Why else would she have turned up tonight? Damn, she thought, I was supposed to be over this kind of thing by now.

The song finished and Peter got down from the stage and made his way towards her. Her mind raced as to what she was going to say to him. She let him pull her into a tight hug and she beamed at him as he stuttered and stumbled over his words. She was going to respond but he quietened her with his kiss. 

She tensed for a half a second, taken aback by his forwardness. Then she wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him even closer to her than he already was as she returned his kiss. If anyone else had tried a stunt like this, she would have hurt them but not Quill. Quill could get away with this, just this once.

“You’re in big trouble, mister,” she murmured against his lips as the kiss broke for a moment. “Big, big,  BIG, trouble.” She was referring to the fact that for all intents and purposes, he was supposed to be dead. But she didn’t give him a chance to explain himself as she stole another kiss from his sweet tasting lips. Explanations could wait for now.

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Potent Potions || Kitty & Rachel

for @the-darkness-ismy-friend

Honestly this situation with the school’s students being threatened was giving Kitty headache after headache. She had been trying to deal with it by herself; she was the Headmistress after all and it was her job to take care of things like this as quickly and as efficiently as possible. However she was learning that burden as heavy as these threats could not be carried by her alone. Time to consult one of the few people Kitty trusted these days.

She walked through the school halls down to the Potions classroom to where Rachel kept her office. As she got closer, she could smell the various concoctions wafting down the halls. While not all the scents could be described as pleasant, Kitty found herself smiling as she remembered all the time she had spent in the Potions class herself when she was a student, struggling to make potions as potent as anyone else’s. Charms and Quidditch was where Kitty’s talents lay, not potions.

Rachel was one of the best potions makers in the Wizarding world and Kitty knew it was an honour to have Rachel here at Hogwarts to teach the students. Perhaps Rachel might have something to help with Kitty’s headaches?

“Hello? Rachel?” Kitty knocked on the classroom door before heading in and heading towards Rachel’s office. “Please tell me you have the recipe for pina coladas or long island iced teas? Because I could really use one or several of each right about now.”

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Sing Me a Song || Kitty & Peter

for @legendary-star-loser

Two months after the battle of the Blood Star and life had, theoretically, returned to normal. Much of what had been destroyed was being rebuilt and many who had lost so much were in search of something to fill the holes they had in their lives. 

The Jean Grey School of Higher Learning had re-opened and classes began again like usual. Kitty re-took her position as Headmistress and for once, although Kitty didn’t dare say this out loud to anyone in case she jinxed it, things were running smoothly.

Except for one nagging thought that wouldn’t leave Kitty alone: what had happened to Peter Quill?

Kitty told herself she was being ridiculous for being so concerned with his welfare. They had only met a handful of times and while he was very attractive and handsome, nothing significant had happened between them. Everything Kitty had seen of Quill while fighting the mind-bending Foesitians had all come from her own mind. The connection she had felt to Star Lord was all in her head, or that’s what she told herself repeatedly. And yet she spent a lot of her time worried about him. No one had seen him since the battle was over, no one had heard from him either. Was he OK? Was he still alive? Was she ever going to see him again?

These were questions she couldn’t have the answers to so whenever they started to circle her mind, she pushed them to one side. That is until an interesting card came across her desk.

She didn’t recognise the scrawl on the envelope but something about it told her this wasn’t school business. She laughed when she opened the envelope and found the card inside with a teddy bear holding balloons. In the depths of her mind, she dared to hope that this card was from Peter. She opened it and read the cryptic invitation. It was written in the same scrawl as the envelope and there were no obvious clues who the sender was or what she was being invited to. Normally Kitty would have been extremely weary of such an invitation but not this time. This had to be from Peter, or at least that’s what she hoped.

That Friday night, suited and booted in a dress that reminded Kitty of a starry night sky that also clung to all the right places, she made her way to the Quiet Room. She got there a little after 8pm and was escorted through to one of the tables in front of the band, sat just to the left of centre stage. The band were warming up as a voice announced the show was about to start. Kitty ordered herself a drink and sat back, ready to enjoy the show.

That is until the lead singer of the band stepped out onto the stage.

“Peter!” Before she could stop herself, Kitty was on her feet, her hands holding her cheeks as his name escaped her lips louder than she would have liked. Of all the places in all of the galaxy, he had to turn up in this one. 

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Delays & Developments (AU) ||Peter & Kitty

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“Oh. Wow.” Peter set his bag down in the corner and sat down across from the Head Mistress. “I assume you have no idea who sent it or we wouldn’t be in this position?” He wasn’t necessarily surprised. Hogwarts had a habit of attracting mayhem and mischief, and this certainly wasn’t the first time the school was put in danger. A battle had been fought here. And it probably wouldn’t be the last time conflict arose. 

Sitting here in the headmasters office, hauntingly familiar to him, Peter thought about his own school days. Things had been pretty uneventful, as uneventful as they could be at a magical school. He’d kept his bloodline a secret, not that anyone would have treated him differently had they known, but a secret nevertheless. His mother was a muggle and she had raised him. His father, well… Peter’s father had been absent from most of Peter’s life. The few times he did show up, was to give Peter a firm handshake and tell him that he was sorry his mother was dead… five years later. He hadn’t had much of a family, or any other significant relationships. On and off again, never really settling down. And when he finally found a career that required him to have no personal connections, well… he’d taken it and run, well flew, with it as fast as possible.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Pryde. I really don’t know what I can do… Is there anything I can do?” He sat up a little straighter in his chair, running his hand through his hair. “I’ll do whatever I can, I mean… If… Whatever you need.” Peter wasn’t just a good quidditch player. He could hold his own in a fight, but more importantly, he’d had experience dealing with stress. And hostility. And threats. On an incredibly personal level. He was willing to do whatever he could to make this job out. And hopefully, keep the students safe.

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Kitty had quickly become quite adept at studying people who sat opposite her in her office without staring directly at them. Staring often made the other person uncomfortable and quite aware that the Headmistress was trying to determine whether she should believe in whatever was coming out of their mouth. Instead, Kitty would pretend to be doing something on a piece of parchment, attempting to look as if she was multitasking (which in a way she was). This time, she twirled her quill between her thumb and forefinger as her eyes went from Quill face to just over his left shoulder as if looking into the distance while in thought. 

What she was trying to do was decide if she could trust the Quidditch player. Could she trust him with what information she had about the letter and he suspicions as to why it had arrived on the doorstep of her school? Or was he somehow involved in the plot to rampage through the school, threatening the safety of its students and staff all in the name of some fairytales and legends?

One thing was for certain and that was Quill really was quite good looking in person. Kitty had taken it from several students and faculty members that Peter Quill was handsome but she hadn’t seen it in any of the pictures she had seen of him in the Daily Prophet; that is until now when she was able to see him in person.

But she was allowing herself to be distracted from the point of this meeting. “Mr Quill,” she said once he had finished speaking and making promises to do whatever he could do to keep the school safe, “I appreciate that, I truly do.” She meant that. “At the very moment, I am unsure about who I can trust even within the walls of the school. History has taught us that not all who appear friendly actually want to be our friends.” She meant that too. “However I believe you could be one of the few I will be able to trust.” Did she mean that? She thought she did. “For the moment though, I have to wait until I am absolutely sure you are not a part of the plot that threatens my students. Hogwarts has a colourful history already and I would very much like to not add any more colour to it, unless that colour is the colour of success in which case, yes I would like to add that.” She meant that but she had meant to make it sound more professional and less rambly. She looked Quill in the eyes and begged her cheeks to not colour with embarrassment. “For now, I ask that you continue on as if nothing was amiss. I want to reopen the school as quickly as possible and need all of the staff on board with that. There might be times when I will ask you to perform duties that are not usually expected of a Quidditch teacher. Hopefully you won’t have a problem with that, Mr Quill?”

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Delays & Developments (AU) ||Peter & Kitty

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“Of course.” Peter picked up his one  bag, charmed to fit everything he needed, and carried his broom over his shoulder. He’d heard about her, there were few who had, she was the youngest in history, stepping up after the previous headmistress retired. There was speculation too, as to wether or not she was going to be able to keep the job. The current situation would clearly test that. As she turned away, he couldn’t stop thinking about the smile she’d given him. Completely professional, he’d thought at first, but now that he was thinking about it… “You’re being an idiot, Quill.” But, on a scale of one to his ego, how unprofessional was it to flirt with his new employer? Peter hated that this was one of the things he found himself wondering as he followed her to her office. He was familiar with the route, so was able to keep up, but lagged just behind so she didn’t think he was being too forward. She clearly wasn’t one of his adoring fans, but he didn’t also want her to be. He’d come here to get away from that life, if only for half a year. 

“You played quidditch in your day, didn’t you?” he asked, trying to break the silence. They walked past the wall trophy cases, which listed the teams by year, and confirmed his suspicion. She’d was four years behind him. “We’ll have to play sometime. Strictly professionally. That is, if we can get any free time in our busy schedules.” 

Peter looked down the empty halls. There was something unsettling about them. “I heard about the beginning of the school year being delayed,” he spoke to her as they walked, “Only rumours of course, but, all rumours must come from some semblance of fact.”  The Prefects, at least, should have been here, along with the teachers, but there was no one, except for them, in sight. Even the ghosts had seemed to hide themselves away. His voice was suddenly serious, “Is there something going on here?”

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Kitty noted that Peter didn’t really need to follow her to the Head’s Office. She surmised that he had been called to the same place she was now leading him plenty of times during his time as a student here. She would be lying if she denied having been called to the same office a few times in her day too. Even so, she appreciated the certain amount of distance he managed to maintain behind her as they walked.

However once he struck up their conversation again, Kitty slowed her pace slightly so that they could walk side by side. It would have felt just weird to continue ahead of him while he tried to be be cordial with her. “Chaser for Hufflepuff,” she informed him as they went past the trophy cases. She smiled at the trophy of the year she had helped Hufflepuff win the Cup. 

The trophy case wasn’t enough to distract Peter from how different the school halls were now compared to any other start of the school year at Hogwarts. It was quiet, too quiet and for good reason. But Kitty wanted to wait until they were in the relative safety of her office before discussing it with Quill. Instead she stayed silent in reply to his questions until they reached their destination.

She ushered him into her office and waited until he was seated before she took a seat herself. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her desk, her hands clasped together in front of her. “Just before the start of the school year, literally moments before you arrived, we received a letter threatening the safety of the students. Hence why there are no students at the moment.” She took in a deep breath before continuing. “These are not usual circumstances for the start of the year and for welcoming a new member of the faculty but I have to work with what I’m given.”