Multifandom One-shots ( x reader )

You're beautiful - Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

Your story wasn't easy. A lot of abuse, a lot of pain. Ever since your parents found out you were a mutant they feared you. Hated you. Seeing as you were fairly young when they found out and they had hidden and kept you in the basement since then you weren't quite what people might call ''social-skilled''. You had only worn down clothes and got to shower maybe once a week, if even. Your food was bread, maybe rice, and you drank water only. You didn't even know how old you were, you lost track of it, all the days you were locked in and haven't seen the sun or smelled fresh air. On bad days you would just scream and try everything to get out of this hell, it let you look like you were mad. On good days you sat still in a corner, read the only book in this room for the, I don't know, 500th time? It was a good day and you were in the middle of reading your book, when suddenly you heard the door unlocking. Your fingers now clawed around the book you tensed up, trying to curl up as much as possible, in an impossible attempt to be invisible. You feared what might come. But when the door opened a person you've never seen before was revealed. He was wearing glasses and he came a bit closer. ''Don't be afraid (y/n). I'm not here to hurt you.'' You gave him a glare. Was this another trick? ''I'm like you. I'm a mutant and you don't need to be scared anymore.'' He smiled encouragingly. It seemed impossible, but after all these years you still had hope, and you would regret not taking this chance. Even with the possibility of it being a trick. You stood up slowly, still holding your book, which was now closed. ''I'm Hank. Hank McCoy. My crew is waiting upstairs in the garden.'' He made sure to leave you enough space to let you to get through the door and you went up the stairs with your legs shaking. He followed you. You didn't trust him yet, your defence was still fully up. You clutched the book to your chest, and even though you hadn't used your powers since the last bad day you made yourself ready to use them when you needed them. You reached the door that would lead outside and Hank said: ''We are going to get you to Xaviers school for gifted youngsters.'' You shot him a look. And slowly, with one hand still clutching the book to you, you opened the door. The bright sun blinding you for quite a few seconds and the fresh air hitting you in the face like ice-cold water. Your hand still on the doorknob you were slowly starting to see again. Is this real? Can it be? You didn't allow yourself to get up too much hope, the dissapointment afterwards would destroy you. After stepping out the door and looking around the garden you saw around 3 more people. One was a girl with red hair. The other one was a silverhaired boy. The third one. He... You walked up to him and tilted your head. The hand not clutching the book went up to his face tracing the scars on his blue face. ''You're beautiful.'' You whispered out, your voice a bit raspy, due to you only talking to yourself, and that on rare occassions. His tail whipped nervously around and a blush spread on his cheeks, causing his face to look purple. You stood there admiring him, head tilted, tracing the scars on his face. You completely lost yourself, for the first time in ages. You didn't even know what happened until the girl's voice called your name. Your head whipped to the side and you could barely see the levitating objects falling to the ground. You tilted your head again. ''Looks as if glowing-eyes here has a crush on you blue.'' The silverhaired boy said. And oh boy, you did.

A/N:
This has about 670 words. I love Kurt. But I love Peter too. THE STRUGGLE. This is kinda sweet? Yeah.

~Freya