Can I Have Kurt Wagner X Reader Where He Sees Reader's Scars And Kisses Them And It's Fluff? 🥺👉👈

Can i have Kurt Wagner x reader where he sees reader's scars and kisses them and it's fluff? 🥺👉👈

Scars and Kisses| Kurt Wagner x reader

Note: Yess this is so sweet! I hope you like it☺️

Warnings: scars from injuries, insecurities (idk if that should be a warning), fluff

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Sometimes your mind can be your biggest enemy. Your thoughts can bring you down faster than even your strongest opponent.

You would know, you were part of the X-men. You had fought plenty on missions. Being a mutant wasn’t easy physically or mentally.

Sometimes though they would hit you at the same time. So much so that your questioning how something physically can impact you so emotionally.

It started small. A brush of a hand on that small scar on your arm. A glimpse in the mirror when you’re getting ready. Or someones eyes linger a little to long at the scars that you hadn’t meant to show when your shirt had ridden up.

You pushed your feelings away though. Put them to the back of your mind until it was to much to ignore. And you thought you had done a good job in not showing that something was bothering you. But you should have known better to think Kurt wouldn’t notice.

He knew you better than most. You were attached to the hip since the first moment you met, and only seemed to grow closer after you had turned your friendship into something more. He never judged you. It always felt like he just understood. He just saw you, y/n L/n. You were the same to him. Never judge mental and always so caring and loving. He fell in love with your kindness. And for just being you. He was Kurt, your best friend and the love of your life.

So why would you think he wouldn’t notice? Perhaps you were to focused on not focusing on it that it showed either way.

He could tell something had been weighing on you. You could keep a level head and go about your day, but he could see those moments where you slipped up. When you picked at your clothes, fidgeted with anything near by, or when you seem to be lost in space and have to take a breather before you continue with your task.

He wasn’t sure what had been bothering you but he was determined to help you in anyway you needed. Which brought him to your room. It was late but he knew you would be up. He could still see your light on under the door.

Usually he just popped in with his powers, only because you trusted him, but this time he knocked on your door softly. He wasn’t sure of the problem yet so he wanted to approach this carefully.

There was no reply from your side and he didn’t hear any movement. He quietly opened the door and peaked in. He could see your form lying in bed. You had curled yourself up, eyes closed, your hands gripping your pillow under your head, and a frown on your face.

You were so consumed in your thoughts you hadn’t heard Kurt come in.

Today was long and stressful, which only made it easier for the thoughts you had buried to come digging there way up to the surface again.

As soon as you got to your room you lazily changed into your comfy clothes. Just wanting to sleep it all away. But the mirror you had in the corner of your room caught your eyes. And you could see a little glimpse of yourself.

You didn’t even realize when you had walked up to it. You just stood in front of it, eyeing the scars that littered some parts of you.

You didn’t have to see them to know where they were either. You knew where every single one was, even if it wasn’t visible in the mirror now.

You knew them all. And every story that came with them. Some weren’t as bad. They reminded you of the times you had made a dumb mistake or just a funny accident. Then there were those that came from your job, going on missions. Those weren’t all bad but some of them were close calls and you didn’t like to think about them for to long. But then there were the ones that held your worst memories. They didn’t just scar you physically but mentally and emotionally as well. Those were harder to ignore, didn’t matter how big or small. In a way they still hurt.

And today was one of those days where you wished you didn’t have that reminder. You wished they weren’t permanent. You didn’t always mind when they were there. But on bad days your thoughts would consume you.

At some point you just curled up on your bed, just as Kurt found you, and tried to make them go away. You didn’t want to look at yourself. So you close your eyes, not wanting to catch a glimpse in the mirror again.

Kurt didn’t want to startle you so he knocked again. Your body tensed up a little and he knew you heard.

“My love, can I come in?” He spoke softly.

You tried to calm yourself and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed bringing it over your legs and torso.

“Of course.” You smiled at him as he closed the door and made his way over to you, trying to seem calm and collected. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes.

He gave a smile of his own anyways and sat at the end of the bed. He didn’t want to jump right into it so he just gently took your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

You couldn’t help but melt a little at his gentle touch. No one had ever been so gentle and kind to you as he has. You squeezed his hand a little, wanting to just fall in his arms right then and there.

“How was your day? I didn’t get to see you very much.” He still had a smile on his face, that sweet, genuine smile that says ‘I’m listening, I want to know.’ You wanted to cry just seeing him.

“It was…okay. Just busy, you know how it gets.” You shrugged lightly trying to ignore that tired sinking feeling in your stomach. You’d been trying to do that for awhile now.

He knew that wasn’t all of it, but he didn’t want to push to much. He brushed some hair away from your face, letting his knuckles caress the side of your cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”

His hand that was holding yours made its way up your arm, gently rubbing them up and down. You were going to answer but he brushed over a spot and you froze for a second. You felt those thoughts rear their ugly heads again. ‘How could he so easily touch me, touch them, and it not bother him?’

“No, it’s fine. Really. I’ve got it handled.” You brought your hand back sticking your arms under the blanket. You brought your legs up and held them against you. He noticed and it hurt a little, not knowing why you pulled away from him.

“My love, you know that you can talk to me, right? I want to help you in anyway I can. In any way you need me too. Are you sure there isn’t something that’s been weighing on you?”

He reached for you once more but hesitated, not knowing if you were comfortable with that right now. You thought over his words trying to decide if you should tell him. Tell him how much it’s been eating at you. You couldn’t quite look at him. Your eyes becoming slightly glossy.

“I-,” you stopped and bit your lip, feeling a small lump in your throat. He brought his hand up and slowly lifted your chin, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t move away and let him take your lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m right here, whenever you’re ready.” That did it for you. The tears started rolling down your face. All the pent up emotions spilling over. Kurt moved to sit in front of you now.

You didn’t look up at him. And he let you cry as much as you needed.

When you started to calm down a little you finally looked up at him again. Worry and concern was written all over his face. All he wanted was to hold you.

“I’m sorry, I just…” you wiped the salty tears form your cheeks but only more took their place. “How can you love me? How can you be so okay with it? With me? How can you look at me and touch me? I hate it! Don’t you?!”

Kurt was a little shocked at your outburst, and heartbroken by your words. He tried to meet your eyes but you only sank into yourself further.

“How could I not love you? You are my favorite human being I’ve ever had the honor to meet. You are so incredibly kind and hold so much love for the people around you. Even if you don’t know them. And you love me more than I thought anyone could love me. You are caring, funny, sweet, intelligent, and beautiful. How could I not look at you? What is it that bothers you so much about yourself my love?” He spoke softly, and lovingly.

You still wouldn’t look up, not wanting to see his face as you muttered your next words. “My scars.” You held yourself a little tighter. ‘He must realize what I mean now.’ You think to yourself.

But how could you think that. Your Kurt. Your sweet, dorky, lovable Kurt. He takes your hand once again, and this time you didn’t pull away.

He didn’t stop there. He turned your palm upwards and pulled it towards him. Before he continued he gave you a questioning look. Silently asking if this was okay. You nodded, confused and a little hesitant, but you trusted him.

He leaned down pressing his lips against your scar. He felt you freeze once again and thought you were going to pull away. But you didn’t move a muscle, so he continued. With every kiss you felt more tears fill your eyes. And you couldn’t help the blush that made its way up your neck, ears, and cheeks.

He didn’t stop, even pecking the skin that wasn’t scarred along the way. He moved the blanket off you and pushed you to lay on your back. You just watched, as he tried to kiss away the pain and the thoughts that plagued your mind. They couldn’t ruin this moment though. Not for you. Not this time.

He kissed right above your knee, then eventually your stomach, then just below your collarbone. He held the side of your face with his hand as he left gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. He pecked you on your forehead, cheeks, and then your nose. You laughed softly as he nudged his nose against yours.

He whispered softly against your lips. “I love every part of you. All of you is beautiful inside and out. I know I can’t make those thoughts go away completely, but I’ll always be here to constantly remind you how wonderful and beautiful you are.” You both closed your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours.

He caressed a certain scar on your side. “I remember this one. I still feel guilty about it.” You laughed tearfully. “It wasn’t your fault. I made you teleport us so we could sneak away.” He smiled at the memory. “But we ended getting an earful from the professor.”

“Yes, but that was also the night you gave me my first kiss.” You opened your eyes only to see him staring down at you, so full of love and warmth for you. You brought your hands up to cradle his face.

That was one of your favorite memories. Maybe, with time, you could learn to love them too.

“I love you.” ‘Thank you.’

He smiled softly and leaned forward.

“I love you too.” ‘All of you, forever.’

He closed the gap between you and kissed you. You sighed as you melted into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. He happily obliged still gently caressing your side.

You knew it would take time, and you would still have your bad days. But you could do it, especially with Kurt. Because Kurt loved you, all of you, and you were so grateful for him. You didn’t have to say it. He could feel it as you kissed him and held him in your arms.

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