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Title: Tale of a Valiant Hunter
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Characters: Nightcrawler/Wolverine
Prompt: 050 - Spade
Word Count: 1926
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Fluff. So very fluffy, it has kittens in it. Moving targets are far too tempting to resist, especially when they wiggle on the floor like that.
The small bundle of fluffy fur stalked across the floor of the stable. Merciless hunter in some vague part of ancestral memory, the small kitten watched the movement of the thing with deep interest. Moving things, the part seemed to suggest, often tasted good once they had stopped being moving things. First of all, however, one had to catch the moving thing and make it stop being a moving thing. Faintly clouded blue eyes watched the slow movements of the thing with interest. From time to time, a small tail moved from side to side slowly.
The thing stopped for a moment, so the valiant hunter moved forward cautiously. There was, the deep down part seemed to suggest, something that could be done at this time. It involved biting. And possibly clawing as well. After a preliminary sniff and reconnoiter, the kitten mauled the thing with baby teeth and needle claws. Hanging on fiercely, she tried to growl in the manner suggested by instinct as she was hoisted into the air by the thing.
Deep rumbly sounds went on above her head as she continued her efforts to kill the thing, even if she was no longer certain that it would taste very good. Still, the prey had been engaged! Blood had been drawn! Everything pointed to a successful conclusion, especially since the thing wasn’t trying to bite her like a rat would, or running away successfully. Even if she was not quite sure where the ground was any more. The ground no longer mattered! Only the end of the hunt.
Something was touching her butt!
She let go of the thing to claw fiercely at the hand. The kitten knew what hands were, and this one did not seem to come with food in it. Therefore, it could be clawed and then it would go away. Just like the ones that always tried to take her away from the mother. If one hurt them enough, the hands went away, just like the strange noises. More deep rumbly noises, and her claws were being detached from the thing as the hand held her safe above the ground.
It smelt strange, and a lot like the thing. It didn’t seem to be the normal shape for hands either. Maybe it wasn’t really a hand. Nudging the different bits of the hand with her nose, the kitten tried to focus and decipher just what was so different. It was large around her, and she was very small in it, but she was used to things being bigger then she was. Everything did seem to be. Someday, she knew, she’d be bigger, just like the world was.
The hand put her back down on the floor and she slid off it with a small startled squeak. It was cold and hard, but the hand had been soft and warm. That was a far nicer prospect. She turned around, tripping a little over feet that weren’t quite coordinated and tottered deliberately back towards where the hand had been. After she’d only taken a few steps, mother swooped down and picked her up by the scruff of her neck and ran away from where the hand had been. Squeaking futile, yet valiant protest she was carried back to the den she’d escaped from, smelling like hay and horse and mother and siblings.
But she didn’t want to! But here she was anyway, licked and put down and trodden on to make sure that now she’d stay exactly where she’d been put. Feelings of general put upon-ness and disgruntlement with the universe at large filled her head, as she tried to find a place where she wouldn’t be trodden on. Or sat on. Or generally treated like she wasn’t even really there.
Later on, the kitten dreamed of hunting blue spades and her paws twitched in rhythm to the killing stroke.
~*~*~*~
“Logan, Schatz, you’re going to spook the horses,” Kurt laughingly protested, turning his face from side to side to avoid the determined attack of his lover’s mouth. One of the horses he’d just mentioned looked at them both from limpid eyes and blew noisily, tossing his head and then investigating the contents of his hay basket. The others seemed content to ignore them as well. The rain that had driven them in here in the first place continued to fall, silver sheets wavering in drifts as the wind eddied. It was soft against the stable roof, and inside it was warm. Smelt like horse, leather and hay.
“I don’t think they care, darlin’.” Logan caught Kurt as he turned his head back around, and kissed him soundly. Felt him go a little boneless in his hands and urged him backwards towards one of the clean and empty stalls. There was still some hay in it, since it was being used for feed storage. And there were blankets. Hay tended to prickle the skin, and irritate something awful, even if it was softer then the concrete floor. Putting a horse blanket down over it could save Kurt an awful lot of discomfort, since Logan did intend to see the German end up on it, lying on his back. See, he could be a nice guy. “See, they couldn’t give a shit,” he said at the end of it, watching amber eyes blink at him, and grinning at the sight of lust muddled elf.
“Mmm, if you’re sure then...” Surrender followed swiftly on the heels of the kiss, and Kurt stepped back into the stall that Logan was urging him into. It wasn’t likely that someone would brave the rain that was falling to come out here. The Canadian would smell them long before they even got close, he knew that. Hear them too. Privacy was a thing to be treasured and exploited for all it was worth in the world of the X-Institute. Not that he didn’t love the kinder and all, but they could be a little...intrusive. Not to mention nosy. “Logan...”
And it was very good, despite the scratchiness of the horse blanket. It wasn’t as if either of them was unfamiliar to a little discomfort from time to time. The rain continued to beat down overhead, as Kurt grinned at Logan and they sat on the blanket that was covering the straw. Slow game of kiss and touch, to see who would break first and go for more. On the floor, the spade of Kurt’s tail flipped from side to side, curling and moving independent of his actual thought processes. It did tend to do that, when he wasn’t consciously directing it. Sometimes it made for some embarrassing moments, but that was just the way it was.
They had been just about to get somewhere interesting, when Kurt sat upright unexpectedly, nearly banging his forehead against Logan’s. “Verdammt!” He winced, glancing down towards his tail, which had suddenly become a locus of pain and...there was a kitten hanging off it since he’d lifted it into the air in an attempt to get it away from the pain instinctively. A complete failure, of course, since the fuzzball in question was holding on for grim life.
It was small and fuzzy, colored white with silver stripes and dashes of black. Adorable. Cute. Harmless, you’d have thought.
And also chewing on the spade of his tail with fierce intent. And not falling off. "Au, das tut weh!" Logan was laughing at him, deep rumbling belly laugh that said he hadn’t seen anything quite this funny in a while. Kurt glared at him, narrowing his eyes even as he reached out for the kitten with one hand so he could catch it before it managed to fall onto the floor. “It’s not funny, Logan,” he said reprovingly, as his lover howled with laughter.
“Not from where I’m sitting. From here, it’s funny as hell, elf,” he gasped out; watching as Kurt carefully slid his hand under the kitten’s tail-end before it hit the floor and injured itself. Always so careful with what he did with his hands, since they were the wrong shape most of the time, compared to everybody else’s. Was the man pouting? Yes, Logan did indeed believe he saw the suggestion of a pout on the German’s face.
God damn, but that was cute.
Logan continued to snicker, sitting up and leaning back against one of the hay bales as he watched Kurt. A fine occupation, all by itself, he thought. But watching him be so careful with the baby kitten that had just interrupted their lovin’ time was...it was something he wished he had a camcorder to get a record of. Not that people wouldn’t believe he’d been careful, it was the concerned look of focus that he was loving at the moment.
Kurt glared at Logan some more, then hissed through his teeth as the kitten swiped at his hand, transferring some of the attention from his spade to his fingers. Gently, he reached around with his other hand and started to detach baby claws from where they were lodged in his skin. Fun, it was not. That part of his tail was sensitive, Donnerwetter, and that had really hurt. Not really the kitten’s fault though. His tail had probably been too much of a moving target to resist.
“Think we should adopt?”
“Silence, mein Lieber. We are not adopting the kitten. Let go, Kätzchen,” he said in a cajoling tone, trying to get the baby cat to just let go, bitte! He wanted to go soak his tail in an icepack now. “Lass bitte meinen Schwanz los, Kleine..." Finally, he got it to let go, and his tail whipped around to be far away from the cause of the pain. The little fluffball seemed to be studying him through still blue eyes, and he wondered where its mother was. As it seemed to settle and sniff at his hand, he smiled slightly, just watching, before he set it back down on the floor gently.
“The girls would go nuts over it. Do they know there’s kittens in the stables, ya think?” Logan asked, wondering if they had...no, if they’d known, the mansion would have been full of squealing girls and there would have been an awful lot of them down here too. He had to hand it to the momma cat that could keep her babies hidden in this place, he truthfully did. Smart momma.
The kitten seemed a bit confused for a moment before it turned around to toddle determinedly back towards Kurt. On its shaky little legs, and so very determined that it was going to do it...much like a lot of the kids who he saw everyday. He jumped a little, startled, as a flash of black and white landed in front of him and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of the neck. Golden eyes glared balefully at the both of them, before Mutti jumped back the way she’d came and disappeared into the stables again.
“I don’t think she liked you holding her baby, darlin’,” Logan said, after a pause.
Kurt laughed, and shook his head. “I don’t think she did either.”
A moment, and then they both looked at each other. Kurt smiled slightly, and reached behind him to drag his shirt off over his head. Now, just where had they been up to? Oh ja, he remembered...it had been something like this, with Logan’s mouth on his and heavy body pressing him down onto straw.
Outside, the rain kept falling but inside the stables, it was warm and dry.
Noctttaaaa...would you check my German before I post it anywhere else? *kitty-cat eyes*
EDIT: Thanks, Nocta!
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Characters: Nightcrawler/Wolverine
Prompt: 050 - Spade
Word Count: 1926
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Fluff. So very fluffy, it has kittens in it. Moving targets are far too tempting to resist, especially when they wiggle on the floor like that.
The small bundle of fluffy fur stalked across the floor of the stable. Merciless hunter in some vague part of ancestral memory, the small kitten watched the movement of the thing with deep interest. Moving things, the part seemed to suggest, often tasted good once they had stopped being moving things. First of all, however, one had to catch the moving thing and make it stop being a moving thing. Faintly clouded blue eyes watched the slow movements of the thing with interest. From time to time, a small tail moved from side to side slowly.
The thing stopped for a moment, so the valiant hunter moved forward cautiously. There was, the deep down part seemed to suggest, something that could be done at this time. It involved biting. And possibly clawing as well. After a preliminary sniff and reconnoiter, the kitten mauled the thing with baby teeth and needle claws. Hanging on fiercely, she tried to growl in the manner suggested by instinct as she was hoisted into the air by the thing.
Deep rumbly sounds went on above her head as she continued her efforts to kill the thing, even if she was no longer certain that it would taste very good. Still, the prey had been engaged! Blood had been drawn! Everything pointed to a successful conclusion, especially since the thing wasn’t trying to bite her like a rat would, or running away successfully. Even if she was not quite sure where the ground was any more. The ground no longer mattered! Only the end of the hunt.
Something was touching her butt!
She let go of the thing to claw fiercely at the hand. The kitten knew what hands were, and this one did not seem to come with food in it. Therefore, it could be clawed and then it would go away. Just like the ones that always tried to take her away from the mother. If one hurt them enough, the hands went away, just like the strange noises. More deep rumbly noises, and her claws were being detached from the thing as the hand held her safe above the ground.
It smelt strange, and a lot like the thing. It didn’t seem to be the normal shape for hands either. Maybe it wasn’t really a hand. Nudging the different bits of the hand with her nose, the kitten tried to focus and decipher just what was so different. It was large around her, and she was very small in it, but she was used to things being bigger then she was. Everything did seem to be. Someday, she knew, she’d be bigger, just like the world was.
The hand put her back down on the floor and she slid off it with a small startled squeak. It was cold and hard, but the hand had been soft and warm. That was a far nicer prospect. She turned around, tripping a little over feet that weren’t quite coordinated and tottered deliberately back towards where the hand had been. After she’d only taken a few steps, mother swooped down and picked her up by the scruff of her neck and ran away from where the hand had been. Squeaking futile, yet valiant protest she was carried back to the den she’d escaped from, smelling like hay and horse and mother and siblings.
But she didn’t want to! But here she was anyway, licked and put down and trodden on to make sure that now she’d stay exactly where she’d been put. Feelings of general put upon-ness and disgruntlement with the universe at large filled her head, as she tried to find a place where she wouldn’t be trodden on. Or sat on. Or generally treated like she wasn’t even really there.
Later on, the kitten dreamed of hunting blue spades and her paws twitched in rhythm to the killing stroke.
~*~*~*~
“Logan, Schatz, you’re going to spook the horses,” Kurt laughingly protested, turning his face from side to side to avoid the determined attack of his lover’s mouth. One of the horses he’d just mentioned looked at them both from limpid eyes and blew noisily, tossing his head and then investigating the contents of his hay basket. The others seemed content to ignore them as well. The rain that had driven them in here in the first place continued to fall, silver sheets wavering in drifts as the wind eddied. It was soft against the stable roof, and inside it was warm. Smelt like horse, leather and hay.
“I don’t think they care, darlin’.” Logan caught Kurt as he turned his head back around, and kissed him soundly. Felt him go a little boneless in his hands and urged him backwards towards one of the clean and empty stalls. There was still some hay in it, since it was being used for feed storage. And there were blankets. Hay tended to prickle the skin, and irritate something awful, even if it was softer then the concrete floor. Putting a horse blanket down over it could save Kurt an awful lot of discomfort, since Logan did intend to see the German end up on it, lying on his back. See, he could be a nice guy. “See, they couldn’t give a shit,” he said at the end of it, watching amber eyes blink at him, and grinning at the sight of lust muddled elf.
“Mmm, if you’re sure then...” Surrender followed swiftly on the heels of the kiss, and Kurt stepped back into the stall that Logan was urging him into. It wasn’t likely that someone would brave the rain that was falling to come out here. The Canadian would smell them long before they even got close, he knew that. Hear them too. Privacy was a thing to be treasured and exploited for all it was worth in the world of the X-Institute. Not that he didn’t love the kinder and all, but they could be a little...intrusive. Not to mention nosy. “Logan...”
And it was very good, despite the scratchiness of the horse blanket. It wasn’t as if either of them was unfamiliar to a little discomfort from time to time. The rain continued to beat down overhead, as Kurt grinned at Logan and they sat on the blanket that was covering the straw. Slow game of kiss and touch, to see who would break first and go for more. On the floor, the spade of Kurt’s tail flipped from side to side, curling and moving independent of his actual thought processes. It did tend to do that, when he wasn’t consciously directing it. Sometimes it made for some embarrassing moments, but that was just the way it was.
They had been just about to get somewhere interesting, when Kurt sat upright unexpectedly, nearly banging his forehead against Logan’s. “Verdammt!” He winced, glancing down towards his tail, which had suddenly become a locus of pain and...there was a kitten hanging off it since he’d lifted it into the air in an attempt to get it away from the pain instinctively. A complete failure, of course, since the fuzzball in question was holding on for grim life.
It was small and fuzzy, colored white with silver stripes and dashes of black. Adorable. Cute. Harmless, you’d have thought.
And also chewing on the spade of his tail with fierce intent. And not falling off. "Au, das tut weh!" Logan was laughing at him, deep rumbling belly laugh that said he hadn’t seen anything quite this funny in a while. Kurt glared at him, narrowing his eyes even as he reached out for the kitten with one hand so he could catch it before it managed to fall onto the floor. “It’s not funny, Logan,” he said reprovingly, as his lover howled with laughter.
“Not from where I’m sitting. From here, it’s funny as hell, elf,” he gasped out; watching as Kurt carefully slid his hand under the kitten’s tail-end before it hit the floor and injured itself. Always so careful with what he did with his hands, since they were the wrong shape most of the time, compared to everybody else’s. Was the man pouting? Yes, Logan did indeed believe he saw the suggestion of a pout on the German’s face.
God damn, but that was cute.
Logan continued to snicker, sitting up and leaning back against one of the hay bales as he watched Kurt. A fine occupation, all by itself, he thought. But watching him be so careful with the baby kitten that had just interrupted their lovin’ time was...it was something he wished he had a camcorder to get a record of. Not that people wouldn’t believe he’d been careful, it was the concerned look of focus that he was loving at the moment.
Kurt glared at Logan some more, then hissed through his teeth as the kitten swiped at his hand, transferring some of the attention from his spade to his fingers. Gently, he reached around with his other hand and started to detach baby claws from where they were lodged in his skin. Fun, it was not. That part of his tail was sensitive, Donnerwetter, and that had really hurt. Not really the kitten’s fault though. His tail had probably been too much of a moving target to resist.
“Think we should adopt?”
“Silence, mein Lieber. We are not adopting the kitten. Let go, Kätzchen,” he said in a cajoling tone, trying to get the baby cat to just let go, bitte! He wanted to go soak his tail in an icepack now. “Lass bitte meinen Schwanz los, Kleine..." Finally, he got it to let go, and his tail whipped around to be far away from the cause of the pain. The little fluffball seemed to be studying him through still blue eyes, and he wondered where its mother was. As it seemed to settle and sniff at his hand, he smiled slightly, just watching, before he set it back down on the floor gently.
“The girls would go nuts over it. Do they know there’s kittens in the stables, ya think?” Logan asked, wondering if they had...no, if they’d known, the mansion would have been full of squealing girls and there would have been an awful lot of them down here too. He had to hand it to the momma cat that could keep her babies hidden in this place, he truthfully did. Smart momma.
The kitten seemed a bit confused for a moment before it turned around to toddle determinedly back towards Kurt. On its shaky little legs, and so very determined that it was going to do it...much like a lot of the kids who he saw everyday. He jumped a little, startled, as a flash of black and white landed in front of him and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of the neck. Golden eyes glared balefully at the both of them, before Mutti jumped back the way she’d came and disappeared into the stables again.
“I don’t think she liked you holding her baby, darlin’,” Logan said, after a pause.
Kurt laughed, and shook his head. “I don’t think she did either.”
A moment, and then they both looked at each other. Kurt smiled slightly, and reached behind him to drag his shirt off over his head. Now, just where had they been up to? Oh ja, he remembered...it had been something like this, with Logan’s mouth on his and heavy body pressing him down onto straw.
Outside, the rain kept falling but inside the stables, it was warm and dry.
Noctttaaaa...would you check my German before I post it anywhere else? *kitty-cat eyes*
EDIT: Thanks, Nocta!