#bamfs both of them

[silverspectre51]

Getting BAMF butler Danny vibes. Like, trained by Alfred in more than just housekeeping. 😎

[sexymoonmansslut]

jegulily 🤲🤲

bc why would you choose when you can have… both 🤭

[favoritebatfam]

Okay, I can’t be the only one who has a picture in my head of child Bruce being adopted by a fae, and almost stolen.

In my head, Bruce is like 9 or so at the time. I read somewhere that the fae tend to take kids sometimes to raise them or to have them as pets. So I’m imagining this super powerful fae who got attached to a child of like a witch or something, and is raising this kid in this weird in between place between the fae realm and human world.

So the kid probably explores and ends up finding Bruce and befriending him.(Maybe there’s an entrance to that dimension in the cave that becomes the Batcave, and Bruce is exploring.)

So Bruce is unceremoniously adopted by this sort of fae child and it takes a little while for either of their respective adults to notice. The fae notices and is debating whether or not they should take Bruce, but then Alfred notices.

Alfred is British, and the British have so many myths and stories about the fae, so there’s no way Alfred doesn’t become convinced they are about to doom his kid to a life as a slave.(Bonus points if this leads to Alfred having a tiny crisis about being Bruce’s father figure and not wanting to replace his parents)

I’m not 100% sure about the rest of the au, but I can clearly picture in my head the fae kid sitting with Bruce at a table, eating cookies, while Alfred and the Fae being have a ‘conversation’(I’m imagining that thing where character a is oblivious to character b and character c having a full out brawl.) Bruce and the Fae kid eat cookies while their respective guardians duke it out.

Years later, Bruce is asked by the kids about the iron brass knuckles in the cave, covered with something.

[cto10121]

It’s so funny to me how Melena and the Wizard’s daughter together (Elphaba) and Melena and Turtle Heart’s daughter together (Nessarose) all became powerful witches in their own right while Melena and Frex’s son together (Shell) is just🧍‍♂️

[frownyalfred]

me to my non-fandom friend: Dick Grayson just has Commander Cody energy, you know?

my friend: no, I do not know that

[im-no-jedi]

the Feelings™ these images give me... 😩

bonus, I never realized they looked at each other before running off 🥺

[neeekoh]

Dorcas going batshit crazy after Marlene’s death means so much to me

[goldeneyedgirl]

Oh boy, this is probably so irrelevant to you, but I've read the little piece you made for Babyverse about Jasper having to leave Alice and their son to go hunt and I swear I wept, thinking that's exactly how my baby brother gets everytime I leave. Literally the cutest AU ever made!!! Also, I have a weak spot for Damage Alice. May I ask for some of any of these two masterpieces?

This is absolutely not irrelevant - I'm not around small children, so I am relying entirely luck and vague memories to make any depiction of Ollie convincing, and I am SO glad that I am on the right track!

You caught me in a weak moment, so have a little of both <3

babyverse.

It’s been six fucking weeks since he’s seen them, and he’s trying to convince himself that this is another false lead, another dead-end, even as he presses his foot further on the accelerator. 

He knows the old motel he’s going to - it’s been abandoned for decades, with a cracked sign caked in filth declaring it the Rose Spring. It’s a thrice condemned shit-hole, untouched because of alleged chemical leaks or something that the government don’t want to have to clean up to sell the land off. It’s irrelevant though; the Rose Spring, like all the other falling-down, forgotten motels across the country, is a regular haunt for vampires looking to avoid the sun, to meet other travellers, to pass messages back and forth. 

He pulls into the motel, barely shutting off the ignition as he gets out. The back is laden with supplies, and he pauses only long enough to grab the bag that Esme has labelled with a big red cross. 

The stairs are flimsy and buckle under his step - no place for a human. Half the balcony has collapsed, and at least two of the rooms have crumbled in on themselves - probably in the last storm. 

Room 37 is tucked in the corner, and he doesn’t bother to knock as he throws open the door. 

Ollie is sitting on the first rancid, rotting bed and his face lights up as he sees Jasper, his arms stretching out towards him. He’s wearing filthy, mismatched clothing that aren’t his, and is sucking on a pacifier again, and for some reason that’s more upsetting than anything else to Jasper - he was just beginning to give it up before everything happened. And now it’s back. 

Maria is seated on the bed with Ollie, looking equally as filthy and surprisingly solemn. 

“You made it faster than I anticipated,” she says, standing up and motioning to Ollie as the bed tilts slightly without her weight. “He’ll be hungry, but he’s unharmed.”

Ollie makes a whining noise as soon as he’s in Jasper’s arms; a reassuring weight, but Ollie is about to start crying. 

“Where’s Alice?” He demands, rubbing his son’s back and hoping they can get out of here, and back north tonight; somewhere they can clean up and talk and he can make sure that they’re okay. 

Maria looks grimmer and motions for him to follow her out the door and into the next room. 

Ollie gets agitated, straining towards Alice the second they set foot in the second room. 

The scent of blood saturates the air.

Alice is lying on the bed, unconscious. There’s an angry wound on her head, and bother her arms. Some rough bandages have been wrapped around her leg, and it’s obvious that someone - perhaps Maria - tried to clean her up. 

“Alice?” His alarm is evident in his voice, and he almost hands Ollie off to Maria to go to her side before his brain clicks back into place. “Alice, can you hear me?”

Ollie’s reaching more and his whimpers are turning to wails as Alice doesn’t flinch.

“For god’s sake, give me the child, and deal with your mate,” Maria says, almost crossing. “I didn’t eat him before, I’m not going to eat him now.”

damaged alice.

The race to the ballet studio is the longest journey of his life.

Alice can’t defend herself. She’s never fought in her life. When Maria came to Calgary, Alice had been carefully protected by Esme and Emmett. 

He’s never run faster in his life. 

The scene that he finds in the ballet studio is one that fills him with anger and terror, and his first instinct is to get Alice out. 

Not Bella bleeding out on the floor and screaming (oh god, he knows that scream) with an extremely broken leg. 

Or to destroy James, with his joker-smile.

Alice is standing over Bella, blood on her face and dress and hands, and she’s getting upset about it, a thin cry coming out of her mouth as she stares down at her maybe-future-best-friend’s blood smelling so tempting…

But when James laughingly steps forward towards Bella, Alice growls protectively. 

He swoops in, barely pausing as he grabs Alice and gets her out of James’ reach, smoothing her hair as he tries to look her in the eyes; but Alice’s eyes dart, never meeting his. Not a surprise that today would become a bad one, that Alice can’t communicate right now. 

(James was alone with her for too long; he hates himself for that. He’s terrified she’s been hurt in some way, that the damage is worse than being slathered in her maybe-friend’s blood. )

“Are you okay?” 

As soon as the words are out, James slams into him from nowhere, and he can’t worry about Alice or Bella in that moment. 

But all he can hear are Alice’s soft cries from where she’s standing in the corner. 

[magnusmodig]

||. gang i'm powerful i just watched all 5 45m episodes of AG.ENTS OF SHI.ELD that dealt with asgardians and asgardian history and i have so many thoughts and HEADCANONS rattling around in this brain

[rennerator]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OH MY, OHHHHH MYYYY, OHHHH MYYY GOODNESS!!!!! S2 Seriously, LOOK AT THESE TWO!!!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE WOWO WOW OWOWOWOW OWW Oh, THEY LOOK SO SOOOO F* GOOD!!!!!!!! :D I am SOOO IN LOVE with this!!!! They BOTH looking SOOO GORGEOUS, SOOO HOOOOT!!!!! HOOT HOOOOT HOOOOOOOT!!!! Also, the disheveled hairs there on BOTH of them!!!! And, MY GOODNESS, the SCRUFF on Cas there!!! OH MY!!!! They look SOOO COOL and SOOO BAMF too!!!! I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCH!!! I LOOOOOVE THEM!!!!! HAPPINESS!!! Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for this!!! You are AMAZING!!! :) <3

For the Cas girlies out there

Genderbend Endverse Cas

Imagine the amount of weed these two would smoke

[ekaisser]

been using TrackBear for about a month now and by far the best thing about it is the little notes you can attach each time you log progress

[evilminji]

Been Watching Weird Fruit Explorer(?)... and I just...

W-Who let Bored Danny have BooTube?

Sorry, YOU-Tube. He has TWO Apps now. BooTube is bigger. Way more random, yet... somehow more niche? Meh. It's what happens when you get billions of billions of people who all have their own Obsessions to rant over, on a site.

Ember's channel is pretty lit, tho, ngl.

He stopped using YOU-Tube almost overnight. Too many ads, weird algorithmic pushiness. No thanks. It was too small and too "trying to take my money". You know?

Buuuuut? See.... TUCKER is the Tech guy.

Coding and that sort of stuff. HE does hands on work. You want a toaster? He can MAKE you a toaster! With LAZERS! Runs off The Goo! But a program? Eeeeeeeh? Hit it with hammer maybe? Monkey make fire? Hit with stick? Blergh.

Yeah, he can SORTA push through.

But he suuuucks.

And like... he had a headache, okay? His project had just, quiet literally, exploded in his face. So when he looked at his phone? All the apps were blobs. He clicked the one that LOOKED kinda right. Shoved his arm in his phone and brute forced a channel set up.

He figured he could ramble about Space!

It's not like he cared is anyone LISTENS or not! It's a "for him" thing, you know? Like a diary. But more... putting on a ☆~show~☆?

So he rambles from the floor of his Lair's Lab, crashs and wails in the distance, green sky occasionally visible as he lazily floats by windows. Dropping... juuuust past human knowledge understanding of Space. Talking like he's STUDYING somewhere. Referencing PAPERS no human will ever be able to find.

But a few they WILL.

Some of which, are currently? Only half written.

But then? Oh YEAH... he should eat! You know... Sam keeps bringing him fruits and veggies and stuff from her internship at that Botanical Lair. Stuff never seen before of Earth. Or hasn't been seen in centuries.

Again, like, a FEW that? Randomly? Have???

He picks up something sharply purple, bright orange insides. Crisp crunch. He makes a face. And starts to ramble about it, distracted from Space. "Weirdly mushroom-y" he notes. "Kinda bubblegum sweet? But like... CHEAP bubblegum. Like it hits you all at once and is kinda chemically. But it disappears real fast? Huh. Spicy too..."

It's the first video on the Playlist. One of hundreds. Two of the green Lanterns RECONIZE that fruit ad HIGHLY toxic to humans, can't recognize what planet they're seeing. Or how this alien teen got himself on YouTube.

He seems... unaware of how incredibly famous he's become.

But his strange techno Pharoah friend has not. HE is both perfectly aware and apparently amused. Has taken to feeding him rare and hazardous flora and fauna, to see if it tastes good.

....there have been an alarming number of plants from dead planets.

And the comments the kid makes? Alarming as hell.

Sam's just pleased everybody's getting their greens. Danny's glad him n tuck get to hang and do "try weird foods and fuck around, bro time". They've made lazers! Talked about stuff! Debated why Martian Manhunter is THE superior Justice League member.

Danny understands. Wonder Woman is a BAMF. But he's biased, Tucker. He doesn't CARE if she has a sword and flowy, impressive locks! Shape-shifting telepath! From MARS!!! *imaginary mic drop*

And Tucker? Is conquering the YouTube scene with this charming, weird, relatable young alien. Who rambles about Space, debates nerd stuff, eats weird plants and describes them, and makes sci-fi technology! Theme? WHAT THEME? Phantom is a weird channel, man. You never know what you'll find!

And no one can get rid of it.

Believe them, governments have TRIED. Censorship? Not possible. Not without removing the whole SITE.

[iwillmissourtalks]

SEARCHING AO3: A (SLIGHTLY) MORE ADVANCED GUIDE

Disclaimer: This is very very geared towards finding fics about a particular character rather than a pairing. My favourite guys tend to be popular-ish women that appear in a lot of fics but only as supporting characters so I’ve had to become v good at combing for things that actually centre them <3

For this guide we’re gonna use my current hyperfixation: Mel Medarda & see what we can find lol

1. Use the tag filter system as your default! It’s superior in every way to the normal search except for the “any field” section which can be pretty useful but unless you’re using it for SPECIFICALLY THAT, don’t bother.

You can access the tag filter by clicking on any common tag (we’re gonna use “Mel Medarda”) and then hitting filters.

This thing is SO useful! Poke about in the dropdown menus; each of them will have the top 10 associated tags for that category. For example the top additional tags for Mel are Angst; Slow Burn and Fluff because,,, well. yk

+ it shows the number of fics with those tags under the “main” tag of Mel Medarda!

2. Keep an eye out for character specific tags! Now that we’re definitely using the tag filtering system we can start actually filtering through those tags <3

Most characters will have common but specific tags that both name them and imply something about their arc in the fic. A frequent example is something like “X character needs a hug”, or more obviously: “X character centric”.

These are my go-to tags for Mel! Most characters will have a variation of this set + some others (“BAMF character name” is also a pretty common one in older fandoms) and any one of these (INDIVIDUALLY, at most filtered in sets of 2) will lead to a few hundred results. It’s not 100% flawless because a lot of authors over-tag, but a solid 80% of the fics under these tags will at least heavily feature the character you’re looking for.

3. Filter by summary!!

At the bottom of the tag filters there’s a section called search within results. This is your Best Friend.

summary: “_”

^ for easy copy/paste

What this script will do is search for whatever you put in the quotation marks and then only give you fics with that thing in the description. I like to use it for character names but it also does a pretty good job filtering for tropes — try using it for vampires lol

Doing this with Mel narrows down her character tag from 7000+ to just under one and a half thousand fics, all of which at the very least include her name in the description.

4. RAREPAIRS ARE YOUR FRIEND! Canon but only semi-popular ships are infinitely more likely to get tagged in the background than say, for example — melvik (nobody is writing background melvik). This tip only works if you’re willing to multiship for more content of your guy but it is very effective.

5. Related to tip 4: Search by otp! If you’re locked in on a particular pairing that’s more popular, you can search for fics that ONLY include that ship.

otp:true

^ for easy copy/paste (again)

This is super useful and also the main reason I don’t tag side pairings in my own fics! Also remember to use this script with ship tag rather than just a character one — otherwise it won’t work.

6. Parent tags exist! This is less of a strategy and requires more trail & error, but lots of tags filter into each other. For another Mel-related example, filtering by the Only Meljay tag would also being up fics tagged with Jayce/Mel Medarda-centric — despite (potentially) not having the original tag you filtered by. This is because Jayce/Mel Medarda-centric is the Parent of the original tag, meaning ao3 has deemed the two tags related enough to appear in each other’s search results.

This is something done manually by ao3 staff so the consistency of parent tags are a little weird sometimes.

More practically, this is an interaction to keep in mind when blocking tags. If for example you were to exclude “Torture” from your search, ao3 would also automatically exclude —

Implied/Referenced Torture

Physiological Torture

Aftermath of Torture

And probably many more.

Even if the broad category of torture isn’t tagged in a fic, the specific referenced type of torture counts — to ao3 — as a tag of torture by itself.

Interestingly, the “sub-categories” of tag don’t feed into each other this way. You can block Physiological Torture and still see fics tagged with Implied/Referenced Torture or Aftermath of Torture.

Knowing this is useful in the sense that the more specific you get with a blocked tag, the less likely you are to accidentally filter out something you would actually be fine with (or inversely blocking a general category you HATE means you don’t have to obsessively filter out every possible iteration of that thing you don’t like).

You can tell tag is a Parent Category by searching for a Sub Category and blocking what you think is the Parent. This will result in 0 results.

Implied/Referenced Torture tag after blocking the Torture tag.

Each of these strategies are things to be done in waves or in combination with one another. Casting a wide net and then narrowing it down is really important, too many tags and you end up with no results.

Ao3 has an INCREDIBLY robust set of archival tools. It’s an amazing site and if a fic exists and you know what you’re doing, you should always be able to find it.

Happy reading <3

[bamfkeeper]

Bamf Who Cried Bamf.

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

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

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

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

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

Great. Sometimes you forget they can teleport.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those crocodile tears worked every time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bamf!"

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

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

No obvious cause of injury.

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

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedbylight & @/strangergraphics

Cover Image: Nightcrawler (2014) #5

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Honeymoon Demon Pt. 2

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Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

Warning: Smut - More Smut! Also some Fluff

Also! Don't Drink and Teleport. Drink and Teleport responsibly

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You felt truly lucky.

This was possibly the most fun you'd had in years and it had only been a week in to your honeymoon with you lovely husband.

You still had no Idea how Kurt knew how to plan such a wonderful Vacation for the two of you. But you were so thankful he did.

While the cabin Kurt had rented was fairly secluded, It was for him at least a few 'Bamf' From a nice little town- One he was clearly very familiar with as he seemed more then comfortable there as well as the people there also seemed to be oddly unfazed by him, a very welcomed change from what you were used to.

You felt spoiled rotten truthfully, He took you to nice places to eat, having you try anything to your hearts content, Going shopping with you, Taking you to beautiful breath taking locations in the area-

It had been utterly magical.

Especially the sex-

It was damn near witchcraft the things he did to you.

It had been only a week but you'd been bent every way you thought possible and some ways you hadn't know were possible by the 'innocent' blue elf himself. Paired with what you'd quickly learned could pounce at any given moment.

It course it was always welcomed, especially since you knew how good it would be each time. Even if it left you wobbling like a newborn deer and not knowing what direction you where in.

But truthfully it had all been fun, a great time and a wonderful way to kick off your marriage to the sweetest man on earth.

Who by the way..

Was currently taking his 3rd Klopfer (for US a Shooter/99) while you chugged a glass of some sorta sweet brandy.

"Whats this festival for again?"

"No Idea! It could just be a wedding!" Kurt admitted with a laugh as he hands you another glass of the sweet brandy and takes another shot himself-

What was suppose to be a classy relaxing dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town, was quickly throw out the window when the two of you saw the party starting up at the start of sunset.

The two of you grinning like devils as you guys decide a celebration is a celebration!

Going through the crowds of people you two ate and drank, Kurt managing to speak his way through as people invited you two to join them in different areas.

It was well into the night that the music started up- as everyone started to dance what could only be like a small club in the street.

Both of you tipsy at this point, Laughing as the two of you danced together, Truthfully you didn't know what song you were hearing or what others where probably seeing in terms of dancing- However it didn't matter.

All that did matter was the both of you.

Arms wrapped around each other and just enjoying one another there on the dancefloor spinning around like both of you had two left feet. Giggling and swaying against each other in stupid joy.

Kurt staring at you like he was falling in love all over again, seeing how your face lit up with a bright smile when you two stumbled through the dance.

He took the moment placing a kiss on your lips as the two of you started swaying to the far too high energy music. His tail wrapping around you tightly making sure you were pressed tightly to him. The crush of your bodies against each other it wasn't too hard (Ha!-) to figure out why he was pulling you closer to him.

Realizing quickly of your husbands little predicament.

The kisses started to deepen and you two giggled, You glance around quickly and gesture to the near by alley just out of view. Kurt smiling as the two of you tried to sneak off to the darkened space away from the eyes of everyone.

The second the two of you were at least somewhat hidden, Immediately your hands couldn't leave each other. Kurt's hands finding their way down your body palming your ass whole the other securing you against him by your hip.

You cant help but move wrapping one of your legs around his waist, giggling at the sloppy peppered kisses Kurt laid on your neck, face and lips. He all but growled, Traveling down as he nipped your skin as he rolled the clear erection barely held behind the zipper of his jeans against you.

Love bites already blooming on your skin as you cant help but let out peppered moans rocking yourself against him. From anyone unfortunate enough to take a closer look down that alleyway it may look like some sort of demon feasting on a moaning woman against the wall.

"Let's get back to the cabin~" He whispered in your ear. You nodding quickly knowing that fucking in a alleyway would most likely be a no no in such a small town.

Nodding quickly you don't even bother to hide your desperation. Kurt holding you tighter some how as you feel the two of you 'Bamf' Away back to your little love nest. You realized you two where slightly off the cabin- down the little slope of the cabin just a few meters away, Most likely due to him still being tipsy.

But it was more fun this way anyway- You smiling as you pull away from Kurt hearing him whine for a moment, you teasingly looking at him as you take off your top to toss at his face and start to run towards the cabin.

Kurt taking a moment to realize what you'd done before sprinting after you with a cackling laugh.

Turning back to see him quick on your ass, His smile and eyes seemingly glowing as he caught you easily by your hips on the porch his lips finding you once more as his tail opens the door.

Stumbling in you guys cant even take your hands off each other at this point, Lips locked as you guys end up in the closest area- The kitchen.

You smile as he pulls you to the countertop, Staring up at you with a look that could only be described as awe. His tail swishing behind him so hard it cuts through the air.

Quickly you pull him in close, The space between you two now gone as he practically devours your lips once more. His hands quick to get rid of your pants tossing them away and pushing your underwear down with his tail as well. You couldn't help but shiver a bit at his quick action, the could counter and his eyes. Catching a glimpse of those yellow orbs through the fog of the kiss-

Starved.

You only got the quick sound of his zipper before he pushed into you almost desperately- Greedy really. You greeted by the familiar stretch of him that left you reeling, A loud moan leaving your lips which he swallows down quickly.

He isn't Patient- Especially now with seeing you like this. Flushed, Already so sweet on him. Kurt wasn't even sure if he was tipsy from the alcohol or you-

However that didn't even matter at this point.

Snapping his hips up to you, He leaned over your form trapping you there. Your hands sprawling out as you try to get some sort of grounding by the snap of his hips, Knocking the air from your lungs as you feel the tap of the cabinet behind your head.

"Fuckfuckfuck!-"

You all but yell out, His movements fast, hard and you sure hammering you into the countertop itself. So much so soon- Relentless as he seemed to want to drive your orgasm out of you, rip it from you like it was his to take.

Which it really was at this point- As long as he could make you feel this good.

Kurt stares at you damn near hungry- your body shaking and wrapping tighter around his waist as he could see you already close to the edge of bliss, watching the way your face twisted in bliss. You were in another plane of existence at this point, Feeling the wood of the cabinet behind you shake as something tumbled from it- It didn't sound like glass so it couldn't be that important.

"Close Close!-"

A short warning ripping through your throat, however knowing it was useless. Feeling that wash of suffocating bliss wrap around you- cumming around his cock with a loud moan, Panting hard as you feel him still moving, but while you expect him to continue to drive you further into the damn counter-

He slows?

Slowly rolling his hips slow and deep into your cunt, Your toes curling at each painfully slow action. A broken almost sobbing moan leaving you at the almost torturous action.

Your thighs shaking hard already by this point, Kurt keeping your hips in the same spot not allowing you to squirm away. Slowly hitting your G-Spot and pulling back out making sure you felt each inch of him throughout your body.

"F-Fasterplease!~"

You manage to choke out, a few stray tears of what could only be described as pained ecstasy hitting you. Your fingers digging into whatever your fingers could grasp, trying to rock your hips into him however he wouldn't let you. Speaking to you in a mocking sugary tone.

"Nein, Liebling~ Sie werden sich gut fuhlen"

You whimper out pathetic little moans, Head pressing against the wooden cabinet behind as you beg your husband, Your legs tightening around his hips in a desperate attempt to let that crash of bliss hit you, not to slowly drown in it. Like he wanted to drag you deeper- making sure that you couldn't take a breath or think that he could only fuck you silly with harsh shattering thrust.

No

He would slowly wring this one from you-

Leaving you gasping and crying out in slow agonizing bliss, Feeling him continue his pace to drive you mad- he cooed soft encouragement of whispered rewards.

Finally as if knowing you where almost at the point of no return he pulled a hand free and pressed a single digit against your clit- not even to circle just pressing softly which felt like a electric shock through your system- The final little push to set you off.

"Cum for me schatz~"

As if undone by his command you let out a loud almost squeal of a moan, Back arched on the countertop as you see spots in your vision cumming around him then and there. It felt difficult to even get air in your lungs by that slow build orgasm. He hissed, Teeth gritting as he felt the damn near vice like grip from you, his hips stilling as he came- A few breathy curses falling from his lips.

Having leaning too far back you slide off the counter a bit, Kurt however easily grabbing you as the two of you settle on the kitchen floor. You leaned forward against him, your body still shaking around him as you tried to come down from your high.

"Look at you, We are so early in the night and you are shaking already Schatz. So cute~"

He whispered softly, Knowing damn well his sweet words could barely be registered when you're like this.

You seated on his lap now still connected, Kurt hands on your hips as he kept you steady rubbing circles in your skin. His tail traveling up your spine shedding the last bit of fabric from your body- Your bra tossed elsewhere.

Whining softly as you can feel the scratch of his jeans against your bruised thighs, and warmth of his cum roll down knowing damn well those jeans were ruined by this point as he still hadn't bothered to take them off.

A part of you thinking he wanted it this way..

His hands rubbing up and down your back as if he could soothe away the waves of bliss coursing through you. Purring softly in your ear and nipping the parts of your neck he knew made you moan.

"You know the rules, You have to nod if you want more~"

Kurt mumbled softly, his eyes now locking onto your face seeing the way still cock drunk look in your eyes before you nod quickly- It was always too much but you always wanted more.

Placing a soft kiss to your lips as a soft reward. He started to slowly guide you, Bouncing you on his cock as he watched your face. How you leaned your head back in bliss as you felt him nestled in the deepest parts of you- like he had somehow found a new part of you to claim as his own. You left what remained of thoughts get wiped away with each rock of your hips, a sloppy moan hiccupping past your lips.

"Thats It~"

He purred, Loving those sweet moans leaving you. Chasing your own high as you started your own pace, your chest pressed against his as you pant and whimpered. Your hands find their way to his clothed shoulders, face pressing against his neck soaking in the smell of his cologne as you let yourself fall victim to your lust drunken self.

You can only let out gurgled sloppy moans against him- Feeling like a desperate little thing. Rocking your hips against him feeling that shock of friction to your clit and depths of his cock, Rutting against him as he whispered sweetly against you on the kitchen floor. It would be humiliating if it didn't feel so damn good.

Feeling how your hips already started to shake and grow uneven, Kurt darkly chuckling as he feels this.

"Already? Awww~"

He cooed, A twisted little grin going over his lips at the sweet sight. Feeling you nod against his neck as clutch him closer to you, moving your hips faster against him driving towards that high.

Oh he couldn't help it, He just couldn't help it.

Feeling the way you held onto him, how tight you felt and how you managed to whimper his name through those moans. It was like his own bit of heaven he got to snag between his teeth.

Kurt grasped your hips tighter as he snapped his hips up drawing out a high pitch squeak from you. His tail tightly wrapping around your torso before he thrusted like a mad man up into you, Your head thrown back as a you could only scream his name.

Your body bouncing and jolting with each movement of his, Kurt staring by how your body rubbed against him, how the moonlight shone on your skin making you truly look like his own angel.

"K-Kurt!~"

A scrambling cry, you digging your fingers in his shoulders as you felt that suffocating crash of another orgasm hit you- Shaking as a silent scream ripped through you, quivering and babbling blissed out whimpers of pleasure as Kurt held you close.

He hissed as he felt himself already so close, Hearing how you cried out his name like a mantra. It bringing him closer to the edge faster then he'd anticipated. Growling as he speed up his thrust on your slacked form, before burying himself deep- Biting his bottom lip so hard it bled.

You laid against him, body slack and truthfully in too much of a daze to think clearly, the feeling of warmth blooming inside you, a feeling you relished in. Kurt keeping a strong arm around you, panting as he caught his breath- Looking down to see the fucked dumb look on your face.

"You okay?" He whispered softly, knowing you still needed a moment to catch your bearings- truthfully finding words hard to come by so you softly nodded. Kurt carefully kissed your cheek seemingly pleased as he scooped you up and walked out of the kitchen area.

Everything still felt like a blur as you felt yourself being set down on the mattress and the sounds of Kurt in the background as he started up some bathwater, coming back to grab you and bring you on the bathroom counter.

You felt your senses finally coming back to you as you smiled at your sweet husband adding bubbles to the large copper tub, seeing him sway a bit with each step of the process, mumbling something about his legs being asleep.

He turns undressing himself, Humming a imaginary song softly before gently helping you from your seated spot, with ease you both carefully venture into the bath- Kurt tail around your waist the while time to make sure you were steady as you seated yourself between his legs in the hot water.

Leaning back against Kurt you cant help but sigh. It felt so goddamn nice, nice lavender which was already soothing your soreness and helping sober up a bit.

"This feels so good" You hum softly, feeling Kurt hum in agreement. The two of you just relaxing in the large tub before you giggle softly.

"So much for a relaxing dinner hm?" You tease, hearing Kurt give a embarrassed giggle.

"Verzeih, Mein Liebling. I just couldn't help myself, especially after seeing you like that"

You raise a brow at this and smile. "Oh, So dancing tipsy does it for you?"

"Well, I guess best way to say is I cant help but get excited at seeing you.. so well cared for and happy like that" He purred, Kissing your neck softly which made you smile and blush a bit.

"That's so Sweet Kurt~"

You hum as you feel him starting to help wash you up with careful hands. Smiling to yourself a bit.

...

Wait a fucking minute-

'-excited at seeing you.. so well cared for and happy'

You furrowed your brows at his wording as you replayed it in your mind paired with thinking how at each point he'd pounced on you, Sobriety now in full swing as you slowly looked at your husband behind you. Seeing that fanged impish grin, clearly glad you'd understood his little slip of the tongue.

Was.. Was He getting off to you- being happy?

[historygirl93]

Kurt as a dad

When you take the pregnancy test, he's next to you. The same happen every time you have a ecography and during the labour.

He prepare the baby's room all by himself as a surprise. The Bamfs try to help, leaving colourful trails of three-fingered paws all over furnitures, walls and the ceiling.

He probably cry the first time the baby kicks your belly.

Speaking of the belly: someone try to touch it without your consent? Kurt keep staring at them until they leave.

The Bamfs stay next to the newborn all the time and some of them comes to call you or Kurt if the baby start crying, better than any baby monitor.

He take pictures of the baby all the times: first day at home? First steps? First words? Everything is documented in an album.

You're a human who works? No problem, Kurt is more than ready to be a stay-at-home dad, sending you updates and pictures.

The first mission before the baby's birth is the most difficult. What if something happen to both of you? What if something happen to him? Kurt keep praying everytime he have a moment of peace (Scott forbide him to use a phone after a pair of meetings spend checking your messages).

Gifts at every occasion. Birthday, namesake day, after a mission, he never come back with empty hands. Sometimes he even craft dolls or teddy bears himself, including the famous "bamf plushie" from the comic.

He ask Logan to be the godfather.

He send Margali, Stefan and Jimaine daily updates about the child (in my mind the Szardos are all humans without deaths or power-hungry sorceress, that poor guy deserve a peaceful family).

He's determinate to show all the love and support of the world for his family, no matter if big or small.