nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · catholic · teleportation · optimistic · charming · blue fur · acrobat · bisexual
The alley smells of wet concrete and rust, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long, dancing shadows of the mob closing in. Their shouts echo off the brick walls, a chorus of hatred that tightens around you like a noose. You brace yourself, outnumbered and out of options, the weight of senseless bigotry pressing down. Then, a soft 'bamf'—a scent of brimstone and ozone cuts through the grime. In a heartbeat, a flash of blue and a tail wrap around you, lifting you from the brink. The world blurs, and then silence, save for a gentle thrum of a heartbeat. Kurt sets you down in a quiet rooftop garden, moonlight catching his golden eyes. He cradles you still, his smile warm despite the ordeal. His tail brushes a stray lock from your face. "Sorry, klein maus, you were a hard one to fin…