I am officially in love with Nightcrawler, what can I say? I think it's the accent. Now, what better way for a Fanfiction author to show love than torture said character?
Anyway, this is basically a one-shot pile for all things Kurt. I'm open to prompts, head-canons, you name it! But no pairings. I'm sorry but writing romance doesn't sit well with me. You will find friendship and fluffiness which you are welcome to interpret as romance, but I will not write it intentionally.
Also, I will include a Question of the update in each of the chapters that I would love for you to answer!
Today's question: In the entire series, the one person I think I saw driving more than Wolverine, was Kurt. I swear, If Scott or Logan weren't driving, it was Kurt. What are your thoughts on this? Would you let the fuzzy elf drive you to school? Am I the only one who thinks it's really cool that he can pilot the Blackbird with his feet? So many questions! Answer in the comments!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, any of it! I don't own X-men Evo, I don't own Saw, I don't own and I don't own The Notebook! Are you happy now? (Note: I have not watched The Notebook and god forbid I ever watch Saw, so if I get something wrong, don't tear me to bits.)
Oneshot 1: Why Hugging a Sleeping Nightcrawler is a Bad Idea
It was movie night in the Xaviar Institute. Possibly simultaneously the most looked forward to and dreaded day of the week, it depended who picked the movie. For example, Scott, whom everyone expected to be allowing for everyone in his tastes, had a startling obsession with horror movies and the Saw episode was not a experience the wise professor (nor anyone else) was eager to repeat. While the boys had taken it well, there had been screams echoing the girl's dorms for weeks and Kitty still refused to even look at a bear trap.
Everyone was in their respective 'spots', with Evan on the far right of the sofa with Scott and Jean seated together on the remaining two positions. Ororo sat in an armchair to the Professor's right who was seated in his wheelchair barely an arms length from Evan. Kitty and Rouge lay sprawled out in front of the sofa and Logan took up residence in 'his' armchair to the left of the couch. Kurt, ever odd in his tastes, was stretched across the back of the headrest like an oversized blue cat.
After Evan had them sit through The Flash (which had reminded them eerily of a certain Russian speedster they knew) it was Kitty's turn to choose a movie. The boys groaned as the opening credits of The Notebook appeared on screen. "Dude!" Evan growled to Kurt, who flinched at his sensitive ears being hissed in by the irritated pincushion, "This is like, the chick-flick, a man is not supposed to watch this 'tll he has a girlfriend!" The elven mutant rolled his eyes at his friend's annoyance, but inwardly cringed as the sappy music started. (Note: I am not making fun of the movie, as I said before, I haven't even seen it.)
An hour later they were about half way through it. The girls were enthralled and Jean had pulled Scott closer to her almost letting their heads touch. Scott was half watching, mostly to play the part of good "male friend" to Jean, while half planning the training routines for tomorrow. Evan was feigning boredom but was secretly watching with rapt attention (while quietly dying inside at the indignity of actually enjoying such a thing). He moved slightly and noticed a slight weight on his shoulders, he wondered if it was Kurt leaning on his shoulders. The african realised that he had been staring at the screen for a little to long for someone who isn't interested so he looked over his shoulder to idly glance at his german friend and found a blue furred face mere inches from his own. Evan stiffened from the close proximity but resisted the urge to cry out. It only took a little time for him to realise that the pressure on his shoulders was actually Kurt's entire upper body sliding off the sofa back and onto him. The furry boy's arm was hanging over his shoulder and his chest was making a slow decent towards the majority of his back. "Oi, Fuzzy? Little personal space?" He hissed. Kurt barely flinched, his usually light sleeping pattern completely destroyed by the Danger room session from earlier. The commotion at the edge of the couch had alerted Scott, Jean and the two girls at their feet to Evan's predicament.
"Help!" He mouthed, slowly getting crushed user a mountain of fluffy, blue fur. Scott frowned as the girls cooed at the adorability of the sleeping mutant. The professor smiled softly seeing Evan try to escape his friend's unconscious attack. It took a while, and a little levitation on Jean's part, but eventually they got Kurt across all three laps on the sofa without waking him. Evan snickered softly and prepared to push the furry mutant off and onto the two, unsuspecting girls below. He placed a hand onto the Nightcrawler's back… and kept it there, because, damn, Kurt was warm! He hadn't even noticed the drop in temperature, but now that there was a comfortable warmth radiating from the German he didn't want rid of it.
It seems that Jean and Scott had noticed too because the blue mutant was being used as a makeshift blanket, leaning out along the fur and allowing the hot water-bottle like effect warm them. It appeared that That all the students had now caught on. Careful not to touch his fur, Rouge allowed the lighter part of there clothing to steal a little more of Kurt's sleepy warmth. Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, Kitty tore her eyes away from the movie and onto the sleeping Nightcrawler. She ran her lithe fingers over his fur once and then pushed her face into the warmth.
Exhausted by the same training session that had sent the fuzzy elf into dreamland, the kids were dozing off. Charles chuckled and turned to ask Logan to turn off the television. Just then, the pink cotton strands of Kitty's jumper tickled Kurt's nose and he sniffed. Kitty heard the build up and had just enough time to call, "Kurt, NO!" Before, Ah, ah, ACHOO! BAMF!