X-Men Oneshots

Dance of Apologies (Kurt Wagner)

The soft glow of fairy lights twinkled overhead as the wedding reception unfolded, the air filled with laughter and the rich aroma of delicious food. Y/N sat at a table near the dance floor, the vibrant music surrounding her, but her heart felt heavy. She glanced around, searching for the familiar blue figure that had dominated her thoughts for the past few days.

Kurt Wagner had been avoiding her since their fight—a heated exchange that had left both of them feeling hurt and misunderstood. Y/N had never seen him so withdrawn, and the tension between them felt like a thick fog that refused to lift. She had hoped that attending this wedding together would help bridge the gap, but instead, it seemed to have deepened it.

As couples twirled and swayed on the dance floor, Y/N found herself lost in her thoughts. She remembered the warmth of Kurt's laughter, the way his tail would wrap around her waist when they were close, and how that little gesture always made her feel safe. But now, those memories only stung, reminding her of the distance between them.

Just then, Kurt walked into view, his vibrant blue skin contrasting against the soft pastels of the wedding decor. He looked handsome in his suit, but the usual spark in his eyes seemed dimmed. He avoided her gaze as he moved to grab a drink, and Y/N's heart sank.

After a few moments of silently stewing, she stood and decided to take a breath of fresh air. Outside, the night was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat of the emotions swirling inside her. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, trying to calm her racing heart.

But moments later, she heard the soft sound of footsteps behind her. Turning around, she found Kurt standing there, his posture tense, eyes filled with an uncertainty that mirrored her own.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice almost lost to the sound of the music inside.

"Hey," she replied, crossing her arms defensively. "I thought you'd be inside."

"I was," he said, his tail swaying slightly behind him, betraying his nerves. "I just... needed some air."

An awkward silence hung between them, filled with unspoken words and lingering frustration. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to bridge the gap. "Look, about what happened the other day..."

Kurt shifted his weight, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I thought I was protecting you."

Y/N felt a surge of warmth at his concern but couldn't shake off the frustration that had built up. "But I'm not a child, Kurt. I can take care of myself. You can't just decide what's best for me without talking to me first."

He nodded slowly, his blue skin seeming to darken with regret. "I know. I should have listened. I'm sorry."

Y/N studied his face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but found only remorse. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I let my emotions take over."

Kurt took a step closer, his tail extending gently to brush against her arm, a soft gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. "Can we... can we start over?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

Before she could respond, the music changed, a slow melody filling the air and enveloping them in its warm embrace. The moment felt electric, and Y/N found herself nodding, feeling the pull of the music and the undeniable chemistry between them.

"Dance with me?" Kurt asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded again, feeling a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. Kurt moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist while his tail coiled around her leg, providing a sense of stability as they stepped onto the dance floor.

As they swayed together, the world around them faded, leaving only the soft notes of the music and the warmth of their bodies. Y/N could feel the tension dissipating, replaced by a sweet intimacy that felt familiar yet thrilling.

"I missed this," Kurt murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

"Me too," she admitted, her heart racing as she looked up at him. His blue eyes were filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

As they moved in time with the music, Kurt's tail moved gently, wrapping around her waist in a comforting embrace. It felt natural, intimate, and as they swayed together, Y/N felt the walls she had built begin to crumble.

"I don't want to fight anymore," she said softly, searching his gaze for reassurance.

"Neither do I," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to lose you."

Their faces drew closer, the music wrapping around them like a warm blanket, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The unresolved tension lingered in the air, heavy yet charged with possibility.

"I care about you, Kurt," she whispered, her heart racing.

"I care about you too, Y/N. More than you know," he confessed, his eyes searching hers for the truth behind her words.

In that moment, the air crackled with electricity, and Y/N felt a pull that she couldn't resist. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his, igniting a spark that sent her heart racing.

Just as they were about to kiss, the song shifted, and the dance floor around them buzzed with laughter and chatter. They both paused, a mix of surprise and yearning in their eyes.

"Should we—" she started, but Kurt shook his head gently.

"No. This moment is ours," he said, his voice firm yet soft.

With a newfound determination, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. The world around them faded away once more, the kiss melting away all the anger and frustration that had built up between them.

Y/N lost herself in him, the warmth of his body, the softness of his lips, and the gentle sway of his tail around her. It was a kiss filled with all the apologies they hadn't said, the feelings they had tucked away, and the promise of what was to come.

As they finally pulled away, both breathless and slightly dazed, Kurt brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his expression softening. "I'm so glad we talked," he said, a smile breaking across his face.

"Me too," Y/N replied, her heart full. "I'm sorry for how I reacted before."

"I'm sorry for not listening," Kurt said, his tone sincere.

They stood there for a moment, the lingering warmth of their kiss still echoing between them, before he playfully twirled her around, making her laugh. The tension had shifted into something beautiful, a deeper connection forged in the dance of apologies.

As the night went on, Y/N and Kurt continued to dance together, their laughter mingling with the music, their hearts lighter and more open than before. They knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united by love, understanding, and the joy of a second chance.

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