Nightcrawler And His S/o Proposing To Each Other At The Same Time.

Dina felt all warm on the inside as her father spoke of her with pride and love, it felt like finally her effort for staying strong and alive was finally being rewarded more than it already has been. Her father proud of her and everything that she was, it made her tear up before the made those ears disappear; dessert is no time for crying.

When her dad mentioned keeping Peter in line Dina nodded with the same mischievous glint "I already do! he stole my snacks once and I made is feet fuse to the floor and took my stuff back, so far he hasn't attempted to rob me a second time" she laughed before finishing up her knafeh.

"and I'm honored to be part of your journey as well baba, we both know there's still a long way to go from here" she smiled leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms with a smile. "The future is our no matter who comes true and take it from us"

"and tomorrow will be fun despite being a school day, maybe after school you me and Peter can hang out all three of us" she suggests.

@dad-nee-toh

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

Common and not-so-common weaknesses: Faeries

Faeries Common and uncommon weaknesses: Iron - Iron is one of the oldest and most traditional weaknesses of faeries.  In pop culture you don’t see it used too often as a weakness but it’s started to slowly get a foothold with things like Disney’s Gargoyles (TV series) in which Oberon was wounded with iron, Puck was restrained by iron, and so was Coyote.  Iron is also how King Stefan was able to cut off Maleficent’s wings in the film Maleficent.   In most folklore iron is the only metal that can cause human-like injuries to a faery and usually a part cut off with iron cannot be restored. Iron chains can be used to restrain a faery or restrict their magick.   And an iron dagger (if inducing a serious injury) might be fatal to a faery as magick will not heal that injury. They would have to recover as a mortal would.  Iron being a weakness of faeries is why horseshoes are believed to be lucky and why people used to hang iron scissors over babies as they slept, so that a faery would not steal the child.  In Marvel Heroes MMORPG if you fight the Dark Elves they will sometimes cry out “They must have deadly iron!”   Iron is a common weakness of faeries and elves (in some folklore, particularly Nordic).  Iron is a weakness of the Dark Elves in the Marvel comic books (but not so much in the movies).  In some lore the mere contact with iron will burn while in others it requires an actual injury to do harm.  In some fictions even the ringing of an iron bell will hurt a faery.  In some lore the mere contact with iron will burn while in others it requires an actual injury to do harm.  In some fictions even the ringing of an iron bell will hurt a faery. True names - In some folklore if you know a faery’s true name you can summon or even enslave the faery.   Calling a faery’s true name three times will usually compel that faery to appear.   It’s the notion that names have power and so faeries never give their young common names that helped create such folkloric figures as Rumplestiltskin (who was a literal faery / imp in his faery tale).  Calling out Toot’s true name three times is how Harry Dresden summoned him in the first Dresden Files novel.  And in Once Upon a Time Belle was able to summon Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin in season 4 by calling his name three times.   This lore has trickled into ghost stories like Bloody Mary, The Candyman movie franchise and, of course, Beetlejuice.

Sweets - Many faeries crave sweets.  It won’t hurt them but they do crave it and can be used to lure some types of faeries into traps.

Gold - in the Rare exception of the Dullahan (headless Horsemen) gold will ward them off.

Lemons - Apparently in some modern lore faeries do not like lemons for some reason.

Truth - Many faeries in folklore cannot out right lie. They can deceive through careful wording but they cannot directly lie.   This is hinted at with some of Rumplestiltskin’s dealings in Once Upon a Time and comes up in many folktales.

Note: I thought about adding decapitation and fire to this list but I’m not sure about those…  

Dina was bursting with excitement as she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car "this place smells exactly like my sittoo's hands!" She said with nothing but glee. Closing the door behind her and and ran up to one of the restaurant's windows to look inside.

Her dad was right about this place, just the smell of it brings her back to every holiday she spent in either Egypt or Palestine with her extended family. She rushed over to her dad as he got out of the car and grabbed his hand rushing him inside with her, as if he wasn't magneto the master the master of magnetism.

Tonight he's just her dad and she's just his daughter.

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

Bamf Babies

RQ: 'I saw that you opened your requests and could I request a dabble of the daily life of Kurt and his partner who treats his bamfs as if they're are their babies? Like she cooks for them, makes them little clothes, tucks them in, gives them names (with Kurt's approval, of course), and all that?' - @mari-thesimp

Warnings: GN reader, though the term 'mother' is used just once just as a way to describe your role. Unedited.

A/N: Umm yes??? Ugh, this was a fun little drabble. The bamfs, come on, cute little guys. I wish I had one. I'd kill for one.

The bamfs were...a lot...when you first met them. They were like little gremlins who were constantly at full energy, scampering around and getting into things they weren't supposed to. The only time they weren't running around so much was when they finally sat to eat. Kurt noticed that they were fond of you right away, and while he has to leave for missions, he decides to leave them with you, or at least a few at a time before it gradually turned into all of them.

You became their unofficial mother. But like hell you'd deny that.

The bamfs slept with you, all curled up beside you like a litter of kittens. Their soft, velvety skin felt so warm against you, like gentle peach fuzz. Sometimes they fought to sleep the closest to you, some would cry and you'd have to reassure them.

Bamfs can be quite jealous, so you have to make sure to show equal amounts of affection and love, otherwise it can cause an unruly bamf which is never fun. As you learned how they worked, you got better at managing them all.

Each morning, you wake up and made them breakfast. Kurt is normally exhausted, so you let him sleep in. The bamfs scramble out of bed with you, eager and happy. their little chirps and chitters fill the kitchen as they gather by your feet. Some climb on the counter, trying their best to help you cook. Pancakes were their favorite, but they weren't so good at making them. They tried, but they often made a big mess with the batter. Then they fought...and an even bigger mess happens.

So you handle the mixing. You learned.

They still liked to try to help, so you let them put chocolate chips or blueberries in them if they wanted. Each pancake you poured, you held up a bamf and they sprinkled in their add-on. Each one was served and given syrup, and now you had a handful of happy, quiet bamfs. Still and busy eating their food. Their big cheeks full of sweet pancakes as they ate happily.

"Guten Morgen..." Kurt says groggily, making his presence known. He's got major bedhead, trudging over to you and rubbing his eye sleepily. You return the greeting, smiling at him as he hugs you from behind. "Any for me...?" he asks tiredly, his face nuzzles your neck.

"Of course," you chuckle lightly. The bamfs had to get their sweet tooth from somewhere, and Kurt's sweet tooth was crazy.

You make Kurt his breakfast, and pass out cut up bananas and fruits for the bamfs. Some pout, and you chuckle. "Now, you have to have something healthy too, little ones. Besides, bananas and berries are yummy." You spoke gently to them, scratching their heads as you distributed the food. They all reluctantly ate the fruit, wanting to make you happy.

After breakfast, it's bath time. You bath the bamfs twice a day, they get...dirty, very easy. Luckily all of them can fit in the bathtub, so it's not that difficult. You scrub them and wash their hair, seeing them happily splash and play in the water. Some hate the water, they are like cats, trying to get away from the tiniest of drops, but you manage. There are one or two where Kurt has to help hold them in so you can wash them. The poor bamfs cry and try their hardest to get out, but only when they're clean. You give them lots of kisses when they're done, so they feel better. The little dears eventually stop crying, but they pout and are grumpy.

You like to play with them, you go outside and play on the playgrounds with them, the bamfs love slides. They're also little spiders, crawling on every single thing they can.

"Careful!" you called, one bamf climbed on the very top of the castle and chirped victoriously. The bamf seemed so proud of itself, but like that instinct you had, the bamf slipped and slid off the castle top and down to the wooden pellets that covered the playground. It landed on its back and its little body rolled over, the force of the landing turned it onto its belly.

A soft hic and it started to cry. You rushed over, Kurt noticed and teleported beside the little bamf as it cried. Its tearful cheeks damp as it reached up to you. "Awe it's okay...I'm here baby..." you cooed, holding the darling bamf close. It was a little dirty, but otherwise okay. Nothing broken, "You're gonna have one hell of a knot on your head later, sweetheart."

The bamf cried and buried itself into you, the others were concerned and slowed their play as you comforted the hurt bamf. "He's okay, liebe...just a little hurt." Kurt reassured, but the bamf didn't want to be put down and you didn't want to let it go yet.

"I know, I know...just let me comfort him..." you whispered to Kurt, whom backed off and let you do your thing. "Shh, sh...it's alright, you slipped, that's all. You're okay, little one..." you reassured the bamf and gave it a little kiss on the head, your hand gently soothing the sore spot.

Playtime didn't last much longer, you all went inside to clean up once again, and it was dinner time. You cooked and hummed, the bamf who hurt itself didn't leave your side, crying and wanting to be held constantly. You of course held it, the poor thing kept itself buried against you. The darling had a wrap around its head where it fell and you held an ice pack to the spot when you weren't stirring dinner at the stove.

Kurt occupied the rest, they couldn't use sharp utensils, but they helped season things. When dinner was served, it was a typical mealtime, they ate happily with little complaint unless it came to brussel sprouts and broccoli. You cleaned up, and came to the den to relax for the evening and enjoy their company...and Kurt's of course.

The bamfs colored at the table, most of their drawings were messy and childlike. The injured bamf stayed close to you, laying in your lap with the ice on its head. The pitiful bamf was extremely attached to you, and would sometimes make cries to get your attention when it wanted more.

Kurt stayed close to you, sighing down at the little bamf. "He's really attached to you, schatz...all of them are. They might love you more than me," he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple. The comment and kiss made you smile lightly, your heart beating a little quicker.

"Ah well...I just try to care for them the best I can." Your thumb was gently rubbing the bamf's cheek, the little one had fallen asleep in your lap. "I think it's bedtime, the others are quite sleepy too."

The rest were slow and sluggish now, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Kurt agreed, leading them all up to your bedroom. "Alright little ones...let's get you in your jammies." you hummed, holding up little onsies you made for them. Putting clothes on them for the first time was hard, but over the months, they learned to adjust. It was like putting clothes on a cat, they acted funny at first but as you learned the sizes and where the clothes were pinching, you figured out how to make the clothes as comfortable as possible.

They all slept in bed with you, but they had their own little corner where there was a big nest they slept in too. However, you couldn't deny them if they wanted to sleep beside you, especially the hurt one. So after you changed and got ready for bed, you slipped in and they all piled in after you. The injured snuggling close, then the rest came around and settled.

Kurt was behind you, his tail wrapping around your leg. "Comfy?" he asks you softly, and you nod in return. You were exhausted. The day was long and you were ready for bed. You had a little family here, and you couldn't be happier with your life. Kurt and the bamfs were your everything, and you were theirs.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images from Nightcrawler #5 (2014)

The Double standards , The ugliness and filth of this world , The vilest human era throughout the universe

Sinful Desires

X-men Smut/Fluff Drabble

Kurt Wagner x Fem! Mutant! Reader

TW: Brief mention of religious beliefs, mentions of sinning, mentions of heat cycle, nesting habits, dry humping, Kurt wanting to help you sexually, improper confession, etc….

Nothing can describe the way he feels right now, never had it crossed his mind that someone could love Kurt the way he was yet here he was face to face with a woman who was losing herself to the sight of him. You did everything to avoid him because you didn’t want him to see you like this, horny, desperate, absolutely hungry for the man your heart and body craved for. The animalistic instincts from your mutation were begging you to claim him right now but you couldn’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to force him into such a sinful act.

“Get out Angel.”, you growled above him, calling out the same nickname you’d dedicated to him upon your first meeting. You were settled on your bed in a makeshift nest of clothes, blankets, and soft times, all while wearing one of his long baggy shirts.

Kurt could see you were suffering, uncomfortable, practically oozing with sexual frustration and for a moment he wanted to entertain the thought of helping you but that would go against his beliefs. Despite your warnings Kurt slowly got closer to your nest until he was hovering over it. To his surprise you quickly dragged him in, straddling his waist and staring down at him with ferociously hungry eyes.

“(Y/n) dearest, I-I can help…if…if you’d just let me.”, Kurt begged softly, the tip of his tail rubbing against the wet spot over your crotch. You let out a pitiful moan and collapsed against his chest the stimulation was too much for you right now. Kurt continued using his tail to please you but your crying forced him to stop.

“G-Get out…please. It’s not enough…I’ll want more but I can’t.”, you sobbed burying your nose into the crook of his neck.

Kurt frowned before slowly pulling his tail away from your soaked folds, “I can’t bare to see you suffer like this.”, he confessed sweetly, rubbing gentle circles into your arched back.

You whined against his neck and struggled to pull yourself away from him, he helped you sit up but didn’t let go. He wanted to help you, you could see it in his gorgeous gold eyes but this was to much to soon. You both had yet to confess to each other let alone even spend time together, it just wasn’t right. “I love you so much, it drives me insane. My body longs for you but I can’t have you yet, I just know that I’ll scare you away or hurt you…I-I need to stay away.”, you whimpered trying to ignore the pulsing heat between your thighs.

Kurt’s tailed slapped wildly against the bed hearing you say that, he shared similar feelings and would gladly give you his innocence if it meant helping you through your heat. “You could never scare me away, how could I ever run away from the first woman to ever call me an Angel? (Y/n), I love you, I want to be with you. I’m grateful that you take my religious beliefs so seriously but my dear…I would gladly sin for you if it meant snuffing out the heat that troubles your poor womb.”

Your pupils slowly constricted into tiny slits while your soft palms cupped his cheeks, “Kurt you don’t understand the extent of my heats, you don’t understand my feelings…I-I’m obsessed. So obsessed that I want to take you away and have your babies. I want more little elves running around the manor and I just want to hide you away from this cruel world but I can’t. It’s not healthy, I need to get myself in order before I can even think of courting you.”

Kurt feels his tail curling against his back in excitement, his blood is boiling and he’s sure his face is a reddish purple by now from your declaration of love. Now he truly wants to be yours, “I love you.”, he confesses stupidly watching your pouty lips pull into a horny grin.

He can’t help right now, he understands that since he’s to innocent so for now he will do as you ask and leave. Kurt is prepared to leave but not before pecking an innocent kiss to your warm cheek, in the blink of an eye he’s teleported just outside your door and his heartbeat is echoing in his pointed ears. His palms gently cover his flushed cheeks as lewd thoughts swirl in his head, “I-I need to marry her.”, he mutters to himself feeling a strange jolt of desire in his lower regions.

It’s a sin…he know it is…but there is no love without sin. He promises to himself that by your next heat you wouldn’t be able to deny him, you wouldn’t push him away since he’d be the only person to claim your heart. That much was a promise.

Hello 👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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snippet from my first actual cherik fic 🙈