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Three years ago, Hank McCoy got access to the mutant cure and hid it away in the recesses of his lab.

Three years ago, the so-called mutant Second Coming happened.

Three years ago, Kurt Wagner was injured so badly in the attempt to extract Hope Summers to Utopia that he was nearly killed.

Nearly. He didn't quite make it all the way to dead, mostly to the timely intervention of his friends, and the immediate response of that very same Hank McCoy, who flew in to Utopia the same hour Kurt landed on its shores and began immediate medical care.

For the better part of a year, Kurt had remained in a coma as his body struggled to recover from the catastrophic damage it had endured. He'd been carefully ferried any place Hank was stationed,cared for with a tenderness that might have surpassed friendship for a more paternal look at things had Hank been significantly older than Kurt. When Kurt finally woke up ten months later, it had been Hank who had helped him through the physical therapy required to coax him back into a reasonable mobile being again.

Since then Kurt hasn't been at the school. He's been living in Los Angeles on sabbatical, taking it 'easy' as he recuperates and tending to the sudden influx of mutants in the West Coast area. He's been happy, but he's also expressed a desire to return to the school, to teaching, and maybe one day to active duty.

He isn't to the active duty part yet, but teaching, he's been given a chance to prove he's hardy enough for a light schedule, which is why the school's kitchen this morning finds Nightcrawler padding into the room, barefoot and be-sweatpants in a baggy Xaviers' t-shirt that must be almost a decade old. His hair is a riot, which is saying something given how late a start nine am would normally be for Kurt.

Yellow eyes slatted, Kurt mumbles as he shuffles past 'Beast' towards the coffee machine. "Guten Morgen, Hank."

He retrieves a cup. He pours the coffee.

He almost spills the boiling hot liquid down his front during the double-take.

"Hank? Was im Himmel...Your clothes, what has..." He's squinting a little, like he's trying to decide if he thinks his friend is shorter.

Arc: Ex-Gene - The Next Morning

It had been sitting there for nearly three years now.

It was perfectly innocuous. Just a sealed silver box with a simple clasp, popped open in an instant. The needle was tiny, injection would be completely painless. A beautiful delivery system, really.

It had been staring right back at him for nearly three years. Three years of bad days, bad nights, bad thoughts, bad actions. One lockbox away. He didn’t really know how he’d kept his sanity all the way through, with the knowledge that he could just … take the easy way out.

After all, he would just take the cure, everything would go back to the way it was when he was seventeen, and he wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Everything wrong with him was in his genes - everything everyone hated about him, couldn’t accept about him, it was all in that one little niggling gene.

And there was a painless delivery system just waiting to wipe it clean.

There wasn’t anything particularly special about the night he decided to take it. There was no … vehement attack against him online; there were no scared looks, no averted eyes; no nightmares … it was a normal, relatively happy day.

And then he’d stepped into his lab at eleven o’clock at night and simply stared at the lockbox for four hours. Just thinking it over. He didn’t use logical arguments for and against it - the children who needed him as a role model, the position he held on the field team, the way people nuzzled into his fur, or of the letter from Empire State that told him his application to teach had been rejected, the ravaging of his mind, the clear disgust on so many people’s faces … he didn’t even think about what other people would say if he took it, how they would look at him, how they would react - how his family would react.

instead, he just thought and thought about how he viewed himself. How he looked when he stared at himself in the mirror. What he saw. What he felt.

And he reached forward, took the hypo from the box, found an injection point in his arm, and with a muted hiss, the cure was administered.

It didn’t even hurt. He’d felt his fur fall out, his fangs, his senses mute - Osborn had done that to him once. That had been some of the worst pain he had ever felt. But this?

The fur came out in clumps. Thick and heavy. It just … fell off. Hank was laughing when he kept reaching into the pelt and finding the fur just came straight off, smooth, unmarked skin right beneath it. He didn’t even realise when his fourth finger grew back. All of a sudden, the pads were gone, there was just normal fingers. He felt his face.

It had taken less than five minutes. The claws had simply been shed, the fangs retracted, the nose reformed, the finger regrown … he was human.

Completely normal.

He just stepped straight from the chair to his feet and he went from Beast to Hank. He was so light now, he didn’t have the same bulk - he was still well-built, still athletic, but human now, nothing of … nothing of what he had been.

He was laughing and he was crying and he hadn’t looked like this in over a decade and he was happy. For once he was happy.

The energy slump hit him, his metabolism screwed up by the mechanics of the cure, the absolute enormity of what had happened, but he didn’t mind sleeping. The bed was massive now, but … it still felt like his.

And the next morning, at nine AM, Hank, practically swimming in clothes that were tailor made for a bigger body (he had used more than a few belts to keep the pants on), appeared in the Mansion kitchen by the coffee maker, practically beaming.

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Our characters are gettin' it on! Try to kill the mood in as few words as possible.

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Ororo and Kurt.  Always the best dressed X-Men.

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(So here is a question: given I have proven unreliable about maintaining more than one blog at a time...is anyone even still watching this space? :o)

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My comic making muse is being very uncooperative right now so I decided to doodle an Anon request for KurtxWanda.

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goddessurd13 reblogged this from blithefool and added: Love to see a steamy kiss with Ororo and Kurt. Almost forgot, please. :)

Kurt has gotten a lot of action in my art lately!

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Send me a '✉' for a "the morning after" note left on your pillow.

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(Apologies for being absent lately, I've had company and also a concert to go to! I should more or less be back now, please like this if I owe you and don't get to it shortly.)

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"If you are lucky and you behave yourselves, I may return you to your misbegotten master." Kurt says, his voice hard, his chin tipped up. His entire body language is almost alien to him, one of absolute certainty in his superiority; there's no swashbuckling impish elf here, replaced instead by a man imperious in judgement and unrelenting in gaze. His attention sweeps out over the darkness as if he can see each and every one of the demons within it.

"However, if you do not cooperate, by the power of the Lord God, Creator and Almighty Governer of all that Is, I will unmake you. Do you fear death, I wonder? Because I assure you, you can cease to be, and I can do it." Maybe he's bluffing. Maybe he isn't. With the hardness to his expression, it's almost impossible to tell. Kurt flicks his eyes towards Adella. "Danke, liebchen. Now, I wonder, do  you think they will tell us how they got to be here, or shall I have to take them apart bit by infernal bit? I do so hate the mess."

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Well, that was one way to do it. She had a very different idea in mind. As he spoke, she rushed to the blood on the wall. The point of origin, and busily got to work with her chalk, drawing the appropriate circle and symbols. The demons, in the mean time, hissed in response to his demands.

"Why should we listen to you? You’ll just send ussss back!” No, small though they were, they had a very different idea in mind. 

"Thisss one is pure," one hissed, and another finished the sentence as all attention turned to the door Adella had slipped through,

"But she isn’t.” In an instant shadowy forms were rushing for her location, laughing and taunting as they went. 

"Friend, new frieeeend, come out now!" they called, just as she drew a small blade over her left hand and pressed the blood to the symbols she had drawn. The circle glowed red, and then the same symbols appeared around the tiny demons, stopping them in place and drawing them from the shadows. Adella would turn then, eyes bleed to black despite her voice being her own this time. 

"Such tiny things. I thought they might give a bit less trouble if they were bound." she would smile to Kurt, motioning with a sweep of her right hand to go ahead and question them, as she herself turned back to the bloody spot on the wall and began to draw the designs of a banishment sigil. This was much easier with two people, now the only trick left was to force them to give the answers they needed. Which admittedly was normally easier if they didn’t know you were going to banish them, but too late to change that now. 

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"Logan, wait--" 'Me' starts, but then Wolverine is on the aggressive, and the figure in question doesn't seem to think he can afford to stay still and try to explain himself. There's a veritable flurry of bamf!s, each one moving Kurt out of Wolverine's grasp the minute he's caught in it. Logan will be left many times with so many handfuls of sulfuric smoke, shed fur on his palms, and little else.

The last grapple knocks the breath out of the blue man's lungs, and it takes a few perilous seconds that open him up for all sorts of observation and--he hopes not--snikting before he squeezes those bright eyes shut and teleports again, this time more or less straight up. He reappears reoriented, head pointed downwards, and glued to the side of the wall just out of Logan's arm reach, breathing heavily with exertion. He doesn't seem to have to make any effort to cling to the wall, he just does. Behind him, his tail lashes like an angry cat's.

"If you...would stop trying...to kill me.." The German's voice comes out in tired pants, as he's gulping desperately at the air in between the fragments of sentences. "It is me. Kurt Wagner, the incredible Nightcrawler...we met...we met..."

He doesn't seem to want to mention how they met.

Instead, his eyes drop, a dangerous maneuver given Logan's previous aggression, and one hand peels off of the wall to rub at the back of his neck. "What do you think has happened? I was foolish enough to think I should leave the school, being such a burden on it...and they caught up to me again."

Who they are doesn't need much explanation, really. Not between these two men. Kurt squeezes his eyes shut despite how easy this would make it for Logan to attack him, the fingers of the hand still pressed against the wall tightening as he rides out his own collection of terrible memory fragments. When he speaks again, his eyes are still closed, and his voice is thick with incredulous distain. "They thought they could fix me."

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1) French Maid 2) Sweet Kisses 3) Take out. Love you Kurt :)

French Maid: Do you roleplay in bed?If the lady is receptive and the mood strikes. I like to think I am fairly open minded. That being said--there are many times in which I would rather simply be myself, I prefer to know my partner likes what 'myself' is.

Sweet Kisses: Are you a good kisser?Ja, actually. Not to toot my own horn, but I've been known to take a fraulein's breath away on a good day.

Takeout: Do you and your partner "eat out" often?When I have a partner to eat out with, absolutely. Variety is the spice of life, as they say. 

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Tempo?

Tempo: Sweet and slow or hard and fast? Both, or either, depending on the mood and timing. They both have their own merits.

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tie me, bite me.

Tie me, Bite me: Name a kink. Does pirate roleplay count?

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Gossip, mood, heart and soul

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell? Absolutely not. How rude! The things I do in the bedroom with any partner are between me and that partner. They are meant to be private, intimate things, and sharing them with the world rather would mean I was waving my right to private, intimate things, wouldn't it?

Mood: How do you create the mood? Favorite atmosphere? It really depends. I am a playful man by nature, I find myself most frequently in the mood, as it were, after play. So, swashbuckling, I suppose, embracing in the heat of the moment...

Heart and Soul: Is love important when you have sex? Ja. I dare say it is tantamount, although I am a bit of a hypocrite in that arena, I suppose.

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Overly Sexual Ask Prompts

Anything you could ever want to ask your favorite muses...IN BED! All of the things you were dying to ask, but weren't sure how to ask! All of the things you didn't want to know, but want to ask anyway!

Tie me, Bite me: Name a kink.

That's Naughty: Name something you would want to try in bed, but won't.

That's Nice: Name something you want to try in bed and will.

Self Torture: What do you like to masturbate to?

Wine and Dine: Is it important to have a nice prelude before having relations?

Sweet Kisses: Are you a good kisser?

Tasty: Chocolate? Whipped cream? Do you use food with sex?

Two's a crowd and three's a party!: Have you participated in a threesome? Any more than three? Would you be interested in inviting more people?

Swinger: Ever traded partners before?

BJ: Swallow or spit? What do you prefer?

Porn Collection: Do you watch porn? Do you make your own porn?

Vibrator: Use any toys? Have a favorite?

Tempo: Sweet and slow or hard and fast?

Secret Lover: Describe someone you lust after. No names!

Washing Machine: Ever do it in a weird place before?

Sheets: Are silk sheets sexy?

Thong Song: Do you like sexy lingerie?

Flavor: What's your orientation?

Turn On: Name a turn on.

Turn Off: Name a turn off.

Frequency: How many times do you have relations in a week?

Heart and Soul: Is love important when you have sex?

Good Morning: Do you partake in morning sex?

French Maid: Do you roleplay in bed?

Mood: How do you create the mood? Favorite atmosphere?

Takeout: Do you and your partner "eat out" often?

Trouser Snake: Does size matter? Is it big?

Meow: Shaved or natural?

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell?

First Time: Who was your first time with?

Keep it Down!: Are you loud when you make love?

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Do this friends don’t let friends cuddle alone~!!!!!