#rel:tj

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[ you know what thanks to @argentarrogance that's definitely going in the headcanon pile:

TJ learned to crochet after her stroke to start getting the dexterity back in her right hand. ]

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like her mutti

"You know, we will never get her to sleep in her own bed if you keep doing this," Wanda said, not an ounce of venom in her voice as she sat down at her vanity, scrubbing her hair dry with a towel. While she'd been pregnant, the hormones had led her hair to grow fantastically fast and outrageously thick, and so she'd decided in a fit of pique to cut it short; the pixie curls framed her face in dark reddish luminescence as she pulled a brush through them, watching Kurt with their daughter. Talia was just approaching one month old, still just a tiny thing who still scrunched her little limbs when she was picked up, and for the moment she lay on their bed, between Kurt's arms as he lay on his stomach.

Wanda often caught him admiring Talia this way. When, on a routine ultrasound scan, they'd noticed that their baby (gender as yet undetermined) had strangely shaped hands and feet and an odd blur that they were sure was a tail, they'd experienced a chaotic kaleidoscope of emotions. The joy of knowing their baby was taking after its father, of course, but also on its heels came fear. Kurt's childhood had been one marked by ignorance and hate based solely on his appearance. Wanda had been telling him he was the most handsome man she'd ever met for years -- but he wasn't sure how he felt knowing his little one would be cursed with that demonic countenance.

Then, she was born. Placed in his hands, and through tears, he told his daughter for the first time that she was the most beautiful girl in all creation. Wanda knew he meant it.

He chuckled softly, plucking at one tiny foot; the newborn stretched the tridactyl appendage, then curled it tightly around his thumb, gripping on reflex. "Would that be so terrible, schatzi…"

Her hair satisfactorily dry, Wanda came over to kneel next to the bed, folding her arms on its surface and resting her chin on them. "For now, no… but one day, my darling, I would greatly love a full night's sleep." She reached out, winding one of the baby's thick black curls around her finger. Talia Josephine was the spitting image of her father, but Wanda was glad to see that in the coiled texture of her hair, at least, she was her mother's child.

"That is a fair point," he replied. Hearing her parents' voices, Talia opened her eyes, blinking owlishly as she focused on Kurt's face. They knew better than to expect much from her this early; smiles and laughter would come in time. But Kurt fancied she was studying him, memorizing his face. He leaned down, nuzzling her little button nose with his own, then moving to brush his cheek against hers, feeling tiny fingers flex and release on the fur along his jawline. Her grip, the one which allowed him to stick to practically any surface at any angle, had not developed yet -- but it would, and soon.

Baby-proofing was going to be interesting.

Wanda reached up, brushing her hand along Kurt's jaw as his head raised, and the smile he gave her was a familiar one now. Soft, a little overwhelmed, the faintest glitter of tears along his waterline. "She's beautiful," Wanda murmured, and he nodded quickly.

"Like her mutti."

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If the cards had fallen in a different direction, Talia Josephine Wagner would have grown up in a mansion full of children just like her; the offspring of heroes, the stuff of legends. A roll of the dice, a twist of fate, and -- instead, she was alone. A single bundle of trouble in two buildings full of adults with so much on their plates it was a wonder she'd been born at all. But lest that make her past sound sad, it was the only life she knew, and she wouldn't have changed it for anything. She had dozens of aunties and uncles of all stripes; heroes, sometime-villains, Avengers, X-Men, even Excalibur and Alpha Flight.

But one stood -- metaphorically, at least -- head and shoulders above the rest, practically from the day she was born. It was almost as if he'd decided to make up for lost time, past mistakes; whatever the case, one could rest assured that if she wasn't in the care of one of her parents, TJ Wagner could be found perched on the arm or in the lap of one Logan 'Professor W' Howlett. He called her his 'favorite niece'. Even her parents considered him a third parent.

Once, he'd shooed Wanda and Kurt off for a much-needed date night without their sweet but rather energetic six-month-old daughter, only for them to come home to him gently swaying to country music with her perched on his arm, her little three-fingered fist closed around his thumb. The picture still sits on his desk, though the girl has long since outgrown being held and danced with by her favorite uncle.

She'd nap on his chest while he lectured older students about battle tactics or geopolitics; she'd be right at his hip as he drilled them in the Danger Room. He'd let her pick the movie, even when it was his turn. She wasn't exactly spoiled… but he had a lot more time on his hands, running the school, than her parents did as active members of their respective teams. Wanda had to hold down the magical end of things; Kurt had risen to his former spot as squad leader.

A little girl could get lost in the shuffle, without someone to make sure she didn't.

Later, much later, when the past had come to haunt her, she'd cried, wishing he could see her now, wishing she knew if he was proud of her. And somewhere out there, even though it's singed and the glass had to be replaced, a picture of a man dancing with a little blue baby still sits on a desk, waiting for her to come back.

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the x-mansion doesn't have an elf on the shelf the bamfs just tell kurt when you misbehave

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@mutantmuses @bothsidesofaquestion :3

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Unkie Logan????

i'm gonna cry.

( X-Men Unlimited V1 #41 - Dark and Scary Things )

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When she was little, you knew TJ liked you if she pulled the 'launch herself from a high place trusting you'll catch her' gag.

She only got dropped once. Mostly because she tried it on Kitty and phased straight through because Kitty got startled and wasn't expecting a toddler to launch herself off a bookshelf.

She got extra dessert with dinner that night and many kisses on her bruised forehead.