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[ID: first image is a screenshot of Bilbo talking to the hobbits at his birthday party from "The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring." The second image is the text of the original post written in a Tolkien elvish script. End ID.]
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I knew that intellectually but it never truly clicked until I opened an old favorite last night to get lost in for the thousandth time. But if youāre a fanfiction author, someone out there is reading and rereading your stories. Someone out there is loving your world and words not just once but over and over and over again.
Thatās amazing.
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a/n: this came from my brain and you can have it before i go on a small vacation!š„° also i am not dead, just busy. anyway, hope you enjoy, and remember that comments+reblogs+nice asks motivate the writer! ā¤ no warnings, just fluff & fun.
disclaimer!! no AI has been, or will be, used in my writing.
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ FRODO
best believe heās been preparing for the day ever since your last birthday ā everything needs to be as lovely as possible for his beloved
heās not the greatest cook, but with the help of some trusted friends, there is amazing food and sweets all for you
definitely gets you the absolute most sentimental and sweet gift ever, which may or may not be your own personal poetry collection that has accumulated over months of thoughtful, loving writing on his sideā¦
you get lavished in kisses and hugs more than usually; he also doesnāt let go of your hand the whole day, no matter if youāre in public or in the coziness of your home ā the location is up to you, he will adapt to anything
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ SAM
the sight that greets you first thing in the morning is a stunning bouquet of flowers right on your bedside tableĀ
you may wonder why you woke up alone, today of all days, but within moments, this sweet boy appears at your side with a hefty breakfast tray
and he shyly gives you a heartfelt written letter too
he certainly takes a day off from all his tasks ā itās all about you, after all!
basically he cooks up a feast ā what an amazing gift ā and you host a small get-together at your home; not too overwhelming, but still quite hobbit-like
constantly keeps checking in to make sure you are having a wonderful time
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ MERRY
surprise party?? ABSOLUTELY ā but thereās a catch ā the party happens on the day after your birthday so that you donāt suspect a thing at any point
and also so that he can have you all to himself, selfishly, on your special day
there are some loose plans he suggests ā places and activities you enjoy, but heās always down for anything you want ā and itās a good idea to let you think that youāre in control of everything so you really donāt suspect a partyā¦
you have to stop him from proclaiming praises of you in the street
the following day when you get beyond shocked by the party with all your dearest guests, your facial expression is worth all the scheming he went through
literally straight away he starts planning how to out-do himself next year
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ PIPPIN
he loves a fun occasion and heās basically more excited than you are, itās really sweet ā he loves that he gets to celebrate his favorite personĀ
however, he will stress himself out with choosing a gift and actually might resort to just asking you what you would like most
but definitely surprises you with something of his own choosing on the side
however you choose to spend the day, heās happy to oblige, but at some point you will certainly end up out and about, and have a drink or two
trust he will hold a cheesy speech in your honor (if not even a spontaneous song), and you are definitely pulled up to dance wildly and be the star of the evening
ā¹ ą£ŖĖARAGORN
the whole day is devoted only and exclusively to you, no matter all the obligations and circumstances, he is all yours on your special day
starting by being woken up by the most loving kisses and a whole bunch of them
he is not that big on gifts ā however, if he knows it means a lot to you, he will deliver, trust me ā but you are certainly receiving something either very useful, very thoughtful or both
loves to whisk you away somewhere and just give you all of his attention and affection, over time this becomes a nice tradition (you slightly suspect he does it for himself too, to some extent, but what is there to complain about?)
you best believe you shall get outpours of romantic words and poetry!! dreamy sigh
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ LEGOLAS
loves to see you happy and to shed positive light on you, no matter the occasion ā heāll take it!
he is very interested in your peopleās birthday customs and eager to adapt; most of all he enjoys the fact that he gets to give you a gift; or in his case, at least two or three, most finely crafted by his kin ā only the best for you, naturally
if you wish to have a celebration with many guests, he is happy to oblige, but he is hoping youād rather let him take you on an adventure of his own
so he can show you some of his most favorite places in nature, and the most beautiful ones, just for you
but no matter how much he appreciates the beauty of the surrounding nature, he will make sure you know that your grace and fairness surpass all of it, by far
waxing poetry at you for like, half the day at least
ā¹ ą£ŖĖ BOROMIR
you receive a royal treatment to say the least, and whatever wish you may have is this manās command
when it comes to choosing some gifts for you, he is surprisingly indecisive (partially self-doubt, partially unable to find something worthy of you), so you receive a whole bunch of things, which await you as soon as you wake up
he will see it done that all your favorite foods are prepared for the day, including a big cake if you like that
naturally, there is a big celebration, and you just know he toasts to you tens of times throughout the evening, his keen eyes never leaving your frame for a single moment
however, you end the day quietly, on a terrace under the stars with whispered compliments and breathtaking kisses
[Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner x mutant!reader] pt. 2 here
a/n: AHHHH this is finally out! *pats myself on the back for the longest one-shot i've ever written* gosh he's such a cutie pie and i was so intimidated by writing for him that i haven't done it for a whole decade. so i really hope this is something and i am looking forward to reblogs&comments - feed the author! <3
summary: There's one thing you really want to do on your first date with a cute blue mutant, but is he even aware of it? PINING, FLUFF literally ULTIMATE fluff!!! 5ish K words. gn! reader, no use of [y/n]; reader is a light-bending mutant. I imagined X2 kurt bc he is my og loml, but you do you! āāĖ.ā
disclaimer: I never have and never will use AI in my writing; this bullshit comes from the heart!
one.
āCan we still keep hanging out tonight?ā was what Kurt asked after having established that there will be a movie date two days later, but he was enjoying the company of one delightful light-bender mutant. On the one hand, it seemed appropriate to establish the plans, time and place, and then bid goodbye and not risk overstaying his welcome (and go to his room to positively freak out); but on the other hand, you seemed adamant on extending the hangout on the windowsill in the kitchen, everyone else already sleeping.
āOf course we can still hang out now,ā you chuckled lightly, looking him up and down to appreciate the sense of disbelief still evident on his face. āYou donāt have to teleport three rooms away and pretend I do not exist until Friday evening.ā
āWell, I am trying to be polite and respectful,ā he answered carefully, not sure where to draw boundaries yet, ānot be in your personal space too much, or push you.ā
āOh Kurt,ā you sighed, āI want you in my personal space, very much, I just donāt know when that will finally get through your head.ā You poked at his temple lightly, making him flinch more in surprise than discomfort.Ā
In all honesty, he was sort of new to the whole āsomeone lovingly touching him without seeming horrifiedā thing; you seemed so unfazed. Even more than just unfazed, you seemed to gravitate towards him constantly, and he wasnāt completely sure whether the whole thing was just another unattainable illusion.
A short bout of your laughter at his reaction brought him back from his thoughts and he absentmindedly smiled at you.
āYou wonāt be saying that when I am talking during the movie,ā he teased, and he could see your eyes almost glint with amusement at the potential challenge.
āI just know youād be the person who throws in random comments or questions while watching something,ā you retorted, satisfied ā which he found almost odd in the context of someone willingly subjecting themselves to his enthusiastic ramblingĀ ā āI donāt think Iāll mind, though. I like listening to you talk about just anything, really.ā
If Kurt could visibly blush, he would have, especially as your eyes met his bright ones, but not before you stole a glance downwards at his lips and then back up ā or maybe he was just imagining things; it really was getting pretty late and it had been an eventful evening.Ā
āI like talking to you about just anything.ā
āEven when I interrupt you without meaning to?ā you gently nudged him, an impish smile playing on your lips as you relished the opportunity to be so physically close and comfortable.
āEven then.ā
āI donāt think many people in the world would say the same,ā you muttered with a hint of a self-deprecating tone, ābut youāre not āmany peopleā, Wagner.ā
āJa, I think I am just one,ā he chuckled, sharp teeth visible against the backdrop of the night. Your heart did a somersault in your chest as you couldnāt help but beam in return.Ā
Yes, we can keep hanging out tonight ā hopefully not only tonight.
two.
āI swear I was going to get you flowers, Schatz, but they would wither away during the movie,ā his accent intensified when he was being apologetic, as if to emphasize the sincerity of the statement. āAnd then you would be sad.ā
āIām just messing with you, Blue,ā you grinned in response, lightly shoving him with your shoulder as you two walked towards the cinema in the night. āI know youāre a gentleman like that, but it really wouldnāt make sense to bring them here now.āĀ
Kurt quietly sighed in relief before you continued.
āBesides, the ājust-becauseā sunflower you got me a few days ago is still alive and well,ā you spoke gleefully, āI change the water every day so it better last me a while.ā
āPromise you will tell me when it dries?ā He gave you a playfully pointed look. āYou need your desk flowers to keep up your spirits while you work.ā
āAs far as keeping up spirits goes, youāre doing a marvelous job at it, with or without flowers,ā you blinked at him, a bright expression not leaving your face, ābut I would never refuse an extra flower, especially from you.āĀ
āThey really make you so happy?ā Kurt wondered aloud, treasuring the fact that this wonderful being next to him ā while deserving all the lovely things in the world ā appreciated its simplest joys to that extent. A fellow mutant after his own heart.
āTruly,ā you grinned, āin fact, when I go to sleep, I put them on my bedside table so that I see them as soon as I wake up.ā
The part that you omitted was āand then I remember theyāre from you and I immediately smile and my day starts better and I canāt believe there had ever been a time when I didnāt know youā, but that would surely be said another day. As much as you had cared for him and enjoyed your time together since day one, you had to force yourself to slam on the brakes just a little bit, because his poor heart would have just given out from the sheer amount of affection you were harboring. A famished man attending a feast must be at least a little careful with how much he indulges.
āI did not know that,ā he offered a small smile, looking down as warmth blossomed in his chest.Ā
āThatās why weāre here tonight, I guess,ā you mused with a slight shrug of her shoulders, āto get to know each other even better,ā you drawled out in a teasing tone, making Kurtās heart skip a beat.
āAnd to talk during the movie,ā he chuckled, questioningly, recalling the conversation from just 40-something hours ago.Ā
āOh, certainly ā Iām looking forward to hearing all your opinions.ā
It was a very frosty night and, indeed, Kurt couldāve just teleported both of you to the movie theater, but ultimately heād decided against it (as long as you didnāt seem to mind the chill too much).Ā
Firstly, he wanted to savor every minute you were spending together, especially while things were going smoothly and nicely, it seemed unfair to steal that time away by the convenience of teleportation (which, admittedly, wouldāve given him the perfect excuse to hold you deliciously close).Ā
But if you had ever walked shoulder to shoulder with someone who held your heart in their hands, under the sky which seemed to be suggesting a snowfall rather soon, everything was twinkling with Christmas lights and festive decorationsā¦ you know rather well that you wouldnāt want to miss a second of it.Ā
And secondly, bluntly, the cool air was helping him keep his nerves under control somehow. In case he didnāt know what to say, he could also just point out a string of lights in a window or a wreath on a door and elicit an enthusiastic reaction from his lovely companion.Ā
And then, thirdly, those were simply the perfect circumstances to offer you his jacket if you ever got too cold. Because Kurt Wagner was nothing if not a gentleman.
three.
The movie had barely even begun, the lights going all the way down, when Kurt half-consciously scooted closer to the person of his dreams and prayers. If you asked him whether he did it on purpose, he would neither confirm nor deny, but one thing was already clear as day ā only minutes into the date, in the depths of his soul he was already displeased with not being as close to you as humanly possible, for as long as possible.Ā
You smiled at the proximity, shoulder to shoulder in the dark, stupid personal space be damned. Who needed personal space on a freezing Friday night, when you could have a personal Nightcrawler, who was right there. You brushed off the excited shiver that passed through your body at the fact that you two almost instantaneously established some point of physical contact. Luckily for you, poor well-intentioned Kurt misinterpreted that slight movement as you being cold, and he wasted no time in draping his coat considerately over your shoulders. Did you have a jacket of your own? Yes. Were you cold? Not in the slightest, at least not in that moment. But absolutely nobody needed to know that, especially not the blue mutant beside you.
If you dared to look at him in response to his caring gesture, you thought you might have completely melted on the spot, and you really werenāt willing to risk it so early in the night ā there had to be more in store.Ā
four.
āDo you think he will get the job?ā Kurt murmured, gesturing vaguely with his head towards the screen.
āEither way, I will cry,ā you replied, biting your pinky nail nervously, ābut if he inherits the old guyās position, then something will happen to the old guy. And heās just so sweet.āĀ
āMaybe we should have picked, uh, somethingā¦ happier?ā he wondered aloud, nerves almost getting the best of him.
āNo no, this is still really cozy,ā you quickly faced him with a reassuring smile, hopefully visible enough, āI love emotional movies, Iām just not sure how appropriate it is to cry on a first date,ā you joked, and Kurt observed your facial expression with a subtle smirk.
āIf you cry, I can give you a hug,ā he answered with a little head tilt, hoping that it sounded very matter-of-factly, and not as if he would go into cardiac arrest if that ended up happening.
āThen I hope Iāll cry,ā you concluded happily, making yourself comfortable in the seat once again.Ā
It really was comfy ā warm, dark, one of those old movies that reminded you of chilly Christmas Eves for some reason, of not having a care in the world and being in your own little cocoon of safety while something comforting droned on in the background.Ā
For a couple moments, your thoughts drifted away into wondering whether Kurt had ever experienced the atmosphere that you were thinking of and whether he knew the feeling you were reminiscing about. Unbeknownst to you, he did, exactly then and there.
five.
And then Kurt did one of the bravest things heād ever dared to do ā moved his hand just a bit closer to yours across the fraying orange seats. And then you did something you didnāt even require bravery for, but were just waiting for a signal that it was acceptable, wanted ā you securely placed a warm hand on top of his own.Ā
Something glitched deep within his chest and he tried to cover up his surprise with a small cough, as you tried not to giggle.Ā
For a few moments you two stayed just like that, the movie half-forgotten anyway, as he tried to gather the courage to do another brave thing right after, which was to slightly turn his face towards yours and try to read your expression in the dimly lit room. The second you felt his golden eyes on your face, your warmly content smile got even wider and a wave of heat spread all throughout your face, and you didnāt even bother to cover it up.
You were hoping he would see each and every effect heād had on you ever since you met for the first time, and you felt like you had barely stopped smiling since that day. Even when there was a gigantic workload at the school or when Logan was being unnecessarily grumpy.
Although originally Kurt had been relatively interested in the movie, all the drama on the screen faded away now that you were so close to him, so warm, relaxed, lively.Ā
He thought how, for the rest of his life, he would never again in his prayers ask to be given something ā how could anything possibly surpass what was hand in hand with him right now ā but he would only be grateful for this one particular evening, for the rest of time.Ā
Even if it stayed only a perfect moment, in the back row in an old cinema, on a windy winter evening, it was like a glimpse of Heaven on Earth.
Fortunately for him, it started growing into more than just a singular moment; when you leaned back in your seat more and stretched out your legs right over his lap, with a yawn that he couldnāt estimate whether it was genuine or faked, not that he particularly cared. You were so proud of the move youād made and, honestly, were feeling pretty cozy and coy as soon as you realized that the boyās mind was beyond blown by the fact that you were almost cuddling.
Kurtās only plans for the night were just to not to make an absolute fool of himself and ensure that you were having a decently nice time; he didnāt dare to dream that anything additionally wonderful could even happen for him, with a magical person like you. Yet there he was, doing his best to not have a heart attack over the fact that you were being so free with him, like you werenāt even scared or uncomfortable or there with him just out of politeness or pity.Ā
You wanted to be close to him.
six.
Once again Kurt thought how he wouldnāt dare to pray for anything else besides to keep that closeness in his memories forever, no matter what happened after the movie and after that night.
āDo you think he will get there before itās too late?ā you leaned in slightly to whisper a comment over the amplified sounds, your breath brushing over his pointed ear. āOr will she die before he sees her?ā
āUhm, well-ā he began, as if startled from a dream; in all honesty, he had no clue what was happening on the screen anymore ā reality was just better. āWhat do you think?ā
You smiled at his flustered expression, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. āI think youāre the cutest person I have ever met,ā you concluded, leaning back into the seat again.Ā
Kurt swore his cheeks were burning as he scrambled around his brain trying to string together something coherent to say.
āIt would be nice if he-ā he managed to mutter before the two of you were shushed by someone from the front rows, and before you both covered their mouths to avoid laughing and being even more of a disturbance. You kept looking over at him with an amused glint in your eyes, but you were relishing in how his hands now rested on your outstretched legs, as if he had always been an integral part of your personal space.Ā
This closeness flustered you more than youād anticipated, but you wouldnāt have dared to move either your legs or your hand which was still entwined with his. Yes, it was the first official date, but you have been spending a considerable amount of time together ever since the beginning; so you could at least justify the fact that you were falling for the blue teleporter faster and harder than you had ever before, for anyone in the world.Ā
You were beginning to grow expectant of the movie ending, not because you wanted the night to be over, but because you were burning to see what would happen next. It had to be good.
The seconds that the credits started rolling, you turned your head to not-at-all subtly observe Kurtās face, despite being certain that you looked like a lovesick fool.
But did it matter?
seven.
Just inches away, he had been anticipating the end of the movie too so he could do exactly the same thing; but imagine his delight when he turned to look at you and you were already wide-eyed, watching him as if he was some celestial being, a proper angel. Your noses almost bumped when he turned to face you, causing you to quietly laugh, and you just couldnāt resist it anymore ā you brought one hand up to his face to run a careful finger down his cheek, over every scar and intricate line. Kurt didnāt even dare to breathe from fear of shattering the delicate moment, but he was almost sure you could hear his heart beating hard against the fading background clamor.Ā
You were slow with your featherlight movements as if you were tracing a work of art while he looked at your through half-lidded eyes, all but convinced he was in a dream, until he could no longer only look.
He whispered your name like it was a love poem.
āKurt,ā you smiled at him expectantly, pausing your movements. Your pupils were wide and you looked every bit as dream-like as he was feeling. He noted that the way you said his name sounded like a delicate prayer.
āI- I wanted to say something beautiful but now I do not remember,ā he confessed sheepishly, internally chastising himself for ruining the moment for nothing. But on the contrary, you were absolutely charmed with the sincerity of the moment, and you noted that his accent did indeed get sweetly stronger when he was nervous.
āCan I say something beautiful then?ā you inquired, once again bringing your fingers to his jawline.Ā
āBitte,ā he gave you a short nod, eager to see what happens next.
āWhen you look at me like that, I forget lots of things too,ā you smiled so earnestly as your eyes met in the low light, āand I really mean it.ā
Kurt grinned so widely and brightly that, for a split second, you thought the lights in the cinema were back on.
If this was his reality on Earth, then what was Heaven?
eight.
āSooo, how would you rate it?ā you questioned as you began your way back home. It had started to snow lightly, and the world was slowly going quiet, except for the two of you whose night was teeming with endless possibilities and joyful laughter. āFrom one to ten?ā
āThe movie or the company?ā Kurt teased, glancing over at the light-bender whose head was tilted upwards to better appreciate the falling snow, but you met his eyes immediately.
āBoth, if you want to be very brave and very honest,ā you grinned in expectation.Ā
You thought he looked so magical against the bright wintery scenery, you wished youād had your camera with you to savor the moment.Ā
āWell, thenā¦ the movie - seven,ā he hummed thoughtfully, your gaze on him steadfast and curious. God, you wanted to just launch yourself at him and give him a proper kiss after having to stop yourself so many times throughout the night. It was snowing, for goodnessā sake, he was cute, it was perfect! But you let him talk, steadfastly keeping your promise that you would listen to him no matter the topic.
āAnd the company,ā he gave you a pointed look and you shivered, maybe because of the cold or maybe not because of the cold at all, āa solid three,ā he spoke through a sharp grin.
āHey-ā you burst into laughter and playfully swatted him wherever you could reach until you were both laughing in tandem.
āThree thousand, Schatz,ā the teleporter corrected himself, lightly rubbing his side as if trying to memorize the exact spot where your hand had landed, āyou did not let me finish!ā
āAs if that was what you were going to say,ā you huffed in mock offense, the remnants of laughter still visible on your face.Ā
He had the urge to reach out his hand and envelop yours once again, but he didnāt want to push his luck. What if the magic was gone, now that you were no longer in the dark, nearly alone, what if you had changed your mind now that you were seeing him again under streetlights in the snow? What if you were once again reminded of how he actually looked against the backdrop of everyday normalcy, and were just making conversation to be polite?
As a matter of fact, you were reminded. And you wanted nothing more than to kiss him all over his stupid face and hold hands and make snow angels and then get wrapped up in a warm hug as snowflakes littered your hair.
āCan you prove that I wasnāt?ā he taunted, raising an eyebrow.Ā
Before you could make a counterpoint, you sharply turned towards him to try and be dramatic while making your statement, but tripped over something that was snowed under. In the blink of an eye, Kurtās tail was wrapped snugly around your waist to stop you from falling, as well as his arms around your shoulders. Even though the air was chilly and sharp, you had never felt warmer.
āCan we also prove this never happened?ā you winced with a small, awkward grin. But if you hadnāt tripped, you wouldnāt be in a very comfortable, spontaneous embrace right about now, so it was still sort of a win in your books.
āThe only thing that happened was you being cute,ā he reassured you, softly squeezing your shoulders. He found it lovely how they were almost perfectly eye to eye standing like that. But his brain was absolutely clambering about what to do next. He couldnātā¦ kiss you, just like that? No, he couldn't ā it was too brash, untactful, entirely too random of a moment.Ā
You lived for random moments.Ā
āHas anyone ever told you that youāre a charmer, Wagner?ā you tactfully tried to steer the moment towards where youād been wanting it to go, as you cautiously hugged him back, as if afraid to shatter this frail wink of time, swelling with possibilities.
āOnly for you,ā he grinned, contented with himself, in that uniquely humble way that only he could.Ā
Slowly, cautiously, you lifted her hands towards his cheek again ā you couldnāt help it ā out of everyone you had ever touched, his face was most compelling by far ā but it wasnāt just that. It was more.
It was the way that every magnetic force in the world seemed to be pulling you closer to him, to the glow of his eyes and the curve of his nose and the hint of dimples when he smiled, and ā the way he looked at you as if you were mythical, worthy of every bit of his reverence, wondrous.
Was he aware that you had been looking at him just the same?
You moved, subconsciously, just a fragment of an inch closer.
Kurt was hoping you couldnāt actually hear his heartbeat.
He cleared his throat.
āPehraps it is best that I teleport us home, ja? We don't want you accidentally hurting yourself,ā he offered shyly, but his hold on you was unwavering.Ā
āYeah,ā you released a long-held breath. āGo ahead,ā you smiled, lowering your arms to wrap them around the teleporterās waist before getting whisked away in a blur of smoke.
nine.
āNext time, weāre seeing a comedy,ā you pointed a finger at Kurt as you were unlocking your respective rooms back at the mansion.
āNext time?ā he blinked in amazement, looking at you incredulously.
āYou donāt like comedies?ā you almost gasped, placing a hand over your chest for added dramatic effect. āI was so sure you-ā
āAch, I do ā ja, I like them,ā he quickly corrected himself, a master of misinterpretation; exhaling in relief and giving you a reassuring smile ā what he hoped was reassuring and not a mixture of nervous and baffled. āOr we can see something scary?ā
āYou like scary?ā your mouth fell open again, causing Kurt to chuckle lovingly at your earnest reactions.
āNein. But I do like holding you, if you get scared,ā he proposed so sweetly that it made you immediately consider watching something horrific just for the sensation of being in his embrace another time.
āOr you would just hide behind me the whole time,ā you teased with a cute head tilt, āwith your eyes glowing in the dark and all.ā
Before he had a chance to protest, you lovingly petted his hair in a moment of playful affection, but retracted quickly with a āGood night, Blue,ā slipping from your lips as you closed the door behind you. The quiet āGute Nachtā you heard from the other side all but disappeared into thin air as your eyes took in the unexpected scenery waiting for you in your quarters.
A heap of the worldās brightest yellow marigolds tied with a light blue ribbon was laying on your desk.
A gentleman he was.
ten.
Barely a second had passed between your excited gasp at the surprise waiting for you, and the burst of dark blue smoke crackling into the empty space right at the door. So the night wasnāt over just yet.
āI was hoping you would do that,ā you admitted, the tantalizing truth out in the open, as you turned around to face your favorite pair of bright eyes.Ā
āDo you like them?ā Kurt inquired, gesturing towards the vibrant bouquet with a coy little smile playing on his face. You approached him mindlessly, like a magnet pulled into his field.
āYou are just unbelievable,ā you shook your head in happy disbelief, your hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, an edge of laughter plain as day in your voice. āIāve never- thank you, Kurt, really. You are entirely too good to me.ā
āI couldnāt be, Liebchen. You have already given me more than I could ever deserve.ā He looked down before meeting your eyes with all the courage he could gather, and this time it was his hand that found your face first, tilting it only slightly so you were eye to eye. You were convinced that this was finally the moment your heart would burst out of your chest for good.
āBut?ā You probed, leaning in just a hairās breadth until the tips of your noses brushed against one another.
āCould I kiss you? Please?ā He wondered, almost breathlessly, and when you smiled against him it was as though someone had knocked all the air out of him.
āOnly if I can tell you a secret afterwards,ā you quipped tauntingly, glancing down at his parted lips and then back into his wide eyes for half a second; he nodded in a daze and, chivalrously, at last, closed the tantalizing distance between you.
And oh, he was so careful as if you were a sacred apparition that had somehow ā by a stroke of crazy luck or destiny ā materialized in his arms and against his lips, that might disappear in a blur at any given moment if he pushed just a bit too far ā but you didnāt.Ā
You were there.
You were real.
You were an answered prayer repeated quietly into the dark over countless lonely nights.
And you werenāt pulling away, weren't scared off, werenāt appalled or weirded out ā you were enjoying yourself. Most of all, to Kurtās absolute bewilderment, you seemed to be enjoying him, indigo skin, sharp teeth and all.
He was really hoping it wasnāt just because of the flowers.
Pulling away was nearly an impossible feat, but there was still something you needed to share with him ā it was only fair. Your hands comfortably landed on his heaving chest over a thundering heartbeat, steadily sliding higher to clasp behind his neck, like they had belonged there since the beginning of time.
āThisā¦ā you trailed off dreamily, twirling one of his curls around your finger, āis the only thing Iāve been thinking about all day.ā You smiled at him in surrender, and Kurt was incredibly pleased to note the light blush on your cheeks.
āI hope it was as good as you wished, Liebling,ā he replied sincerely, doing his best not to accidentally teleport elsewhere in a burst of adrenaline, but he wouldnāt āĀ you were still very much in his face, his senses brimming with you; he was in paradise.
āBetter, angelā you whispered, lips just barely brushing against his before you fully leaned in and took all his breath away, yet another time, and he would let you, time and time again.Ā
Small gleams of light were dancing across your fingertips as your hand wound up in his dark curls.
That night, when Kurt prayed before sleep as usual (and just barely managed to fall asleep at all afterwards), after everything he devoutly thanked God for, he decided to be a bit bold ā and ask for a thousand more nights like these.
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video game and film fandoms will come and go for me but the Silmarillion fandom will never die. because that book came out like 50 years ago and we're all still trying to figure out what the hell is going on there.
a/n: in the year 2026 this is what im doing with my scarce free time? YES AND!! listen if it's too self indulgent or ooc, idgaf - he's my porcelain doll that im playing with š while I'm editing smth long, have some delirious thoughts xoxo (can't believe this is my first xmen post ever and I've loved them since high school??)
summary: pre-first class, just super fluffy relationship headcanons, literally so much sweetness I should be institutionalized. ā ļø MDNIā¼ļø heavily suggestive paragraphs towards the end, mentions of drinking. 3k-ish words.
āØļø DISCLAIMER: i never have and never will use AI in my writing. all this bullshit is from the heart!
one of the best things that can happen to a nerd is meeting a cute librarian at the university, and an even better thing is finding out that the librarian in question is a fellow mutant with an interesting set of abilities: sound manipulation ā being able to quiet something down or mute it, amplify it, even to the point of pain, or to hear somebodyās thoughts if they were intense or close to you. and of course Charles Francis Xavier got a crush on you in record-breaking time.
he started cutely pestering you right away, asked you out, and you ended up together really quickly, since ā for obvious reasons ā you had a very easy time understanding each other deeply, and it came so naturally like you had known each other forever. Charles just barely made it to the second date before kissing you for the first time, and heād had to rein himself in multiple times because he wanted to be polite and gentlemanly and ask for consent, but his thoughts about it were so freaking loud (on purpose or accidentally? we will never know!), and his glances down towards your lips were anything but subtle, that it started bugging you and you just gave him the go-ahead before heād even had the chance to ask. barely had you finished saying it when you felt the first brush of his lips on yours, and the rest is history. (heās already planning the wedding and wondering which genes your kids will inherit)
in those early joyful days, you go out for drinks often ā you get tipsy together, eavesdrop on random people for fun, make stupid jokes, he pulls you up for a spontaneous dance, he flirts shamelessly, sometimes pretends youāve just met. even if he needs to make a fool of himself, itās absolutely worth it just for a glimpse of your smile and the way your eyes sparkle in the smoky air. little does he know (he does, though) that his smile makes your heart do a cartwheel in your chest every single time, just as well.
another one of notable dates was the two of you playing (or attempting to play) tennis; there was a court on the premises of the mansion, and the two of you do love a challenge. it was more laughing and throwing each other funny comments than actually playing, but thatās what made it fun
did he try getting in your head to make you mess up your serve? maybe! and you laughed it off and threatened to not give him a single kiss for the rest of the day (he actually pouted at that, he took the threat very seriously), and then he got himself togetherā¦ although he was still yelling āOUT!ā when the ball was very much in the court just to mess with you for fun, but then he would give you a sweaty kiss over the net and any annoyance would be forgotten
since you have a nicely compatible set of abilities, your connection deepens straight away, and youāre able to help each other out in ways you didnāt think possible before. Charles is beyond elated at the discovery that someone could understand him without him having to elaborate, and itās a nice change of pace that someone can soothe your thoughts and a constant stream of amplified sounds in your head. naturally, it takes lots of practice on both sides, and a huge amount of trust and vulnerability, but itās also comfortable and relieving. over time you gain the ability to literally quiet down his thoughts when they become too much (only when he asks you to), and you learn how to hear him thinking over greater physical distances.
the first time you end up falling asleep and waking up together, he becomes absolutely appalled at the thought of ever waking up alone again, sorry but he just canāt have that. how did he ever sleep in that large bed all on his own?
doesnāt cook, canāt cook, but if you know how to make anything, he is amazed and he will praise it even if itās questionable at best. you can very much see it on his face that itās not that good, but one thing about this man is that he will hype every single thing you ever do ā even if it means he has to swallow something that heās not sure if itās supposed to be salty or sweetā¦ however! he will gladly make you a nice cup of tea or coffee, and itās like a small love language of his. if you are good at cooking, he will feel very special when you make something for the two of you, and you will definitely get a cheeky ācompliments to the chefā in that charming accent.
birthday/anniversary/christmas gifts from him? EXQUISITE. yes you do let him roam your thoughts a bit so that he can gather a wishlist, but he also knows you, so you get a mix of surprises and things you were sort of expecting. he keeps you on your toes because sometimes he gets you one big-deal sort of thing, like a necklace or a weekend trip with lots of pampering, but sometimes he will treat your mental wishlist as a shopping list and just go crazy, and then thereās a pile of gifts half as tall as the christmas tree. canāt help it, he loves your reactions and he looooves watching you try on the things that he picked just for you.
you have fresh flowers most of the time, in multiple rooms, from the living room to your shared study, but you also never know where and when theyāre going to appear ā he likes to be a little cheeky like that. sometimes you will go days without receiving a single flower, but sometimes you will get two whole bouquets within two days; he will just leave them somewhere he knows youāll find them and then smile to himself when he hears your joyful surprised noises when you finally do come across them
he lets you have complete control over decorating for the holidays if that brings you joy, and he will be reading or researching something while youāre flying around hanging bows and whatnot on the windows, and it just makes him feel so content and complete. and do you steal his cardigans when youāre chilly? ā a rhetorical question!
you like to have music playing quietly most of the time (it is certainly preferable to hearing random, unwanted noises from the outside world for you), and I bet thereās a huge collection of records in that big ass house, so yeah, something pleasant can be playing all the time
while being a relatively matter-of-fact person, when you get sick Charles will be very fussy; although heās like ādrink this for fever, this for acheā etc etc, he doesnāt like leaving you, and he will continue to be affectionate against his better judgement. aww no, too bad if he gets sick from you ā then you get to be the caretaker (good luck keeping him from working thoā¦)
his favorite parts of the day are either waking up with you or falling asleep with you ā the world is just a bit quieter, and those moments just have a certain vulnerability to them, and sometimes he will almost wonder whether heās imagining it all or youāre just really there, comfortably sprawled out across the large bed, his skin against yours, wearing his sleep shirt or something cute (whichever it is, it drives him mad just the same)
with you he has absolutely no sense of personal space ā what would be the point of it anyway? heās already in your mind half the time, and you in his, the physical is just an extension of it. touchy touchy touchy touchy, he wants to connect with you in every way that matters, in private. of course if youāre in a social setting, he will be keeping an arm around you, or holding your hand, or an occasional chaste kiss, unless youāre tipsy or dancing or both (probably both.) furthermore, he likes to make it known your heart is already spoken for.
but behind the walls of the mansion, he will be borderline suffering if heās not all but underneath your actual skin. also god forbid you move away in your sleep and not have any point of contact, someoneās elbow, a strand of hair, anything, something has to be touching, itās the law.
It absolutely puts you to sleep when he reads something scientific out loud to you, even if you do find it interesting. he takes zero offense, he knows you will be curious about the things that matter when youāre more awake, and the two of you nerds will absolutely have debates and tangents about just anything. so much talking in that house!!! whether itās actually out loud, or inside of your heads.
reading together, exchanging books, commenting on books, underlining paragraphs either of you thinks the other one will like, reading aloud to each other, all of that, any of that pls!
this man will try to charm the pants off of you on the daily, as if youāve just met that day and heās trying his hardest to impress you; multiple compliments, innuendos, teasing touches, his honeymoon phase lasts forever because he is so grateful to have someone who not only understands him on an impossibly deep and thorough level, but also loves him for all that he is and makes sure he never forgets it. logically the LEAST he can do is return it tenfold!! yes, he still tries to charm you by sharing whichever scientific fact he finds interesting at the moment; and yes, it still works on you, you are still charmed, every single time.
besides the aforementioned physical touch, words of affirmation are like drugs to this man. even though he objectively knows what youāre thinking a lot of the time, it canāt beat hearing it from your pretty lips, in your comforting voice, like actually hearing it. if you pair a nice compliment or a lovey dovey confession with like, holding his face and looking into his eyes, he 1) can hardly believe his luck and, 2) is absolutely gonna FOLD. (he was never un-folded for you to begin with but you get me!)
whatever you love to do either professionally or as a passion, he will 300% be so unbelievably enthusiastic about it and your absolute biggest supporter!
you used to think Charles would want the two of you to have separate offices for your respective work, but you were WRONG. rather you have one large study, with two desks, lots of bookshelves, lamps, plants, and he really likes to work by your side! at the beginning it was way too exciting and you were way too tempting for him to remain focused for too long, but over time you both learned how to remain properly productive while still exchanging small affections throughout, or as a reward. but yeah, if heās not breathing the same air as you, he doesnāt wanna be breathing any air at all smh. what is the point?
ooooh if you know how to tie his tie!! GOD he is all but purring, even though your hands had touched way more than just his neck, many times before, there is just something about the little act of service and the way you look at him like he was carved just for you. he likes to believe he was.
obsessed with kissing you; all sorts of kisses ā quick, deep, slow and languid, playful, wet, unimaginably soft, biting your lip, anything. also likes to kiss your hand and forehead. or anything, really, but mostly lips.
his hands are very nice and soft with occasional ink stains or paper cuts. he likes to touch your face or hold it in his hands like youāre made of glass when heās talking to you, itās just the sweetest.
even across the room or in a crowd, his eyes will always end up finding you and lingering on you so warmly that it makes your heart triple in size; your favorite shade of glimmering blue.
if youāre out together somewhere and you whisper something suggestive or flirty into his ear, he will blush DEEPLY. honestly, you could also speak the thought into his mind secretly, but whereās the fun in that? the way his hold on your waist tightens afterwards makes you wanna go home very soon. but you donāt overuse this, itās a bit more fun to keep it sparse and surprising.
he could and would listen to you ramble about anything: after a long day you two will end up in front of the fireplace, his head in your lap, as he will prompt you to tell him about your day with every single errand youād run. your voice just magically quiets his brain.
on that note, run your fingers through his hair and he will melt into a puddle, or float away to another plane of existence. if you tug on it occasionally, that is also a bonus.
those eyes?? BROTHER put those blue eyes away you will kill someone!! telepathy who, Charles Francis Xavier could get you to almost anything just by blinking up at you a couple times, he knows this, he uses this to his advantage for sure! and you know what? you let him get away with it a lot, really, itās a weakness, but he has a lot on his plate as it is so he is allowed to be spoiled by you occasionally!
bickering but not in an argument way, more in a verbal sparring way. intellectual debates are a common occurrence and both of you enjoy a nice exchange of opinions, so yeah, one-up him, make him think; also more than once it turned into something steamy and more than just verbal
however, serious relationship arguments are very rare, and reasonably so ā you share a lot of common values, you understand each other on the deepest level imaginable; but on theodd occasion you get into a proper quarrel, it gets pretty tense and dramatic, oftentimes ending up with you barely speaking for the whole day. but letās face it, he would barely even last that long without popping into your thoughts and offering an apology, comfort, understanding. nothing is worth losing you. nothing will ever be.
he tries soooo hard to not to be jealous or possessive, he knows damn well you can and will stand your ground, and that you are faithful to the core, but occasionally very subtle signs, micro-expressions, body language will betray him, and you absolutely will tease him about it ā as if anyone could ever take you away. so yeah, he wonāt act on those unpleasant feelings 99% of the time, except if he can sense that you are getting extremely uncomfortable with someone pushy.
when you have a bad dream, he can sense it before youāre even awake, but heās actually the one with worse dreams; so many times both of you will be up in the middle of the night, and you will sigh that you āwish you could do moreā the way that he does for you, but his reply is always along the lines of āyou just being here is already everything.ā so you try not to argue. every now and then, when either of you have had a nightmare, the other one will run them a relaxing bath and just sit there with lights dimmed, and hang out for a bit in order to calm down and get sleepy again.
in the bedroom, heās just heavenly. i think initially he would pretend to have had more experience than he actually did, but luckily for him, he can read you and switch things up elegantly in the blink of an eye anyway. heās simultaneously the perfect gentleman, caring, sensual, attentive, but also properly nasty. heās down for trying pretty much anything you are interested in, which also prompts him to suggest things from his own curious fantasies. sometimes he will touch you like a starved man, sometimes he will tease you to the point of tears gathering in your eyes, or both. yes to both. he will gently bite, especially your neck and hips. he will lace his fingers with yours when he goes down on you. he would never ever hurt you in any capacity though, pain is a hard no! heās breathy and vocal ā a weakness of yours ā and absolutely convinced thereās no way he will ever get enough of you. and yes, he will absolutely tease you when youāre doing something important, by projecting the filthiest possible thoughts into your brain, and later he will taunt you for getting flustered ā good luck!
letās be very real ā Charles has to know how to slow dance properly, and you enjoy it immensely. usually itās in the privacy of your home, late at night when the world is quieter and a vinyl is spinning on a record player, he will hold you close and confidently lead you through a little dance, his gaze on you unwavering, enchanted, his hands on you warm and firm. when heās feeling extra romantic, he will pull out all the stops: dips, twirls, anything, and with every movement you fall deeper in love. naturally, this dancing is very often interrupted by soft, warm and deep kisses that take your breath away. of course there is silly dancing as well, or just a little spin as he passes you by in the hallway because he knows it will bring you such joy.
his plan to propose to you will have about a hundred aspects that need to be just perfect (the ring, for starters, is an absolute dream), yet somehow he will manage to fumble something ā you had a hunch all along anyway, sometimes his thoughts are LOUD ā and like, mid-speech he will accidentally get down on both knees instead of just one. itās not his fault youāre just so ethereal and you looked so lovely in your outfit and the fairy lights in the garden were giving you a little halo above your head!!
and yeah, neither of you are ready for everything that will happen after. but at least you have each other, despite despite despite.
bonus - you would have really nice photos together like these:
if you actually made it here or maybe even liked it, I'd love to know š¤ and feel free to pester me abt any of the HCs xoxo
Just had a lovely thought about being at a strawberry festival with the hobbits soāformally requesting a little something about going to a faire/festival with the fellowship!! Super love your writing !!!!! š
SUPER LOVE HOW SWEET YOU ARE šššš
Adding this to the list of ideas, it's just adorable āØļø so I will try to do it justice as soon as I have more writing time! š
hi! this might be a little corny but could u do lotr characters and the reader tricking them by asking they want a kiss but the reader really means a chocolate (or wtv is middle earthās equivalent LOL)
love love the personality u put into ur posts and hope this request finds u well!
hiii there! š„°š«¶š¼ finally got around to rummaging through my askbox, oh my.
teeeheheheee u like myyy personalityyyy that I put in my silly lil storiessssš I am FLATTERED
no cheesy is too cheesy on here, I will add it to my WIP list and see what happens!
