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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)

335 times!!!! Thats pulling the trigger 335 times! What???? How??! i have no words.

Hey I was wondering if you could write a piece about my OC Dina Khoury x Kurt wagner, I'll be giving her info in jot note from because that's my best way of doing it.

I wasn't sure which info would be useful for whatever you plan to write, but ig having the whole picture helps

-Dina was born to human x-gene carrier parents, a Palestinian mother and an afro Egyptian father. She also has an older brother who tormented her as a child.

-she was born into a strict religious household(Christian) and suffered spiritual abuse because of them, being shamed often(religion is a very spiky topic for her because of it but it doesn't effect how she feels about Kurt)

-she ran away from home at 10 after discovering her powers, which unfortunately lead to her being snatched off of the streets and thrown into mutant fighting rings.

-she has scars all over her body from these fights and feels sickened looking at them, for some reason her powers can't get rid of them.

-after escaping the ring she was discovered have dead in the street by Magneto and her took her in as his daughter.

-dina believed in magneto's cause after hearing about it and reflecting on how she doesn't want to continue experiencing like the way she has been as a mutant, why should she settle for being tolerated?

- appearance wise Dina has dark skin, dark brown(almost black)eyes, and light blond 4a texture hair thats in a different style almost every day.

-she loves wearing hair accessories like loc charms and jewels hanging by gold twin wrapped around the ends her braids/locs, and she wears purple all the time with different shades and color pairings.

-she's trans mtf and used her reality manipulation abilities to make the physical transition easier.

-She's funny, asertive, intense, and will go above and beyond to protect her loved ones, usually violently if the situation allows it; she's very adamant about the rights of mutants and is not going to be undermined in anyway shape or form much like her adoptive father.

I hope you like Dina and I hope you can come up with an interesting fic idea for her and Kurt. If you have anything you wanna ask me about feel free to message me😊😁

I had a lot of fun designing this character, and she's got such an entertaining backstory as well, i'm inclined to draw her later sometime again

sorry for the delay this week has been especially busy, if anyone else wants me to design an outfit for their OC just send an ask, i love drawing superhero outfits so much.

You are free to color it how you like, i don't know which colors you would've wanted her outfit to be besides the jacket, thanks for telling me her story!

Also she's into this weird little guy idk why lol

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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.

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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."

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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?"

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'Of course mother had her reasons, everyone does... I don't even know why I'm thinking to hard or getting so emotional about this.... My parents don't like me because I was a brat and a mutant, simple as that.' she thought though her words would soon betray what she thought

All of this new information make hear head ache and her chest feel like someone was stepping in it with the intent of causing her ribcage to cave in. A feeling she was very used to in the cage fight's from when she was a few years younger

"I will let you..." Dina said in reassurance so that she could move on to her current burning question.

"when you and mama... Found solace.. in one another..... Did she know if you were a mutant or not ? Did she have reason to believe I am what I am because of you?" As dina got of that last sentence tear start falling down her face and her voice became squeaky when she spoke while crying?

"would she have still liked me if she knew this power wasn't my fault?"

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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?"

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Dating Kurt Wagner Would Include...

my precious blueberry baby

geRMAN BABY

he will endearingly refer to you in both german and english

you adore that adorable accent

so many cuddles omg

kurt is the little spoon.  nuff said.

he’ll even lay right on top of you and rest his head in the crook of your neck

he likes to lay his head in your lap too

kurt is the definition of sweet and innocent

he will never force you into his religious views

he loves to lie down with you and read

don’t ever mention sex in front of this boy he will turn purple and bamf away immediately

watching sunsets from the roof of the mansion !!!

you love playing with his tail (more headcanons about this here: x)

introducing him to american pop culture

he’s so cute whenever he gets really excited about something new

so many nose kisses, giving and receiving

kurt will always blush after a kiss no matter how long you’ve been together

if he ever gets insecure about his appearance or has nightmares, you’re always there to hold and comfort him

you would beat up any person that has anything bad to say about your baby

you have the cutest nicknames for him:  baby, cupcake, blueberry, my love, darling, angel

he has cute nicknames for you too:  meine leibe (my love), prinzessin (princess), liebling (darling)

he likes to show off his acrobat skills

whenever he gets spooked by something, he bamfs directly to your location and clings to you

midnight snacks in the institute’s kitchen

make-out sessions on the kitchen counter

peter will zoom in and start casually making a smoothie in the blender as he watches you

if you throw him a twinkie like a dog he’ll go away

will teach you a little german if you ask him to

your parents are a little wary of him at first, but eventually they realize he’s the most soft and innocent boy on the planet that would never do you any harm

late night study cuddle sessions

never watch horror movies with this man, he holds onto you so tightly that you’re borderline suffocating

he hates scary stuff and will teleport you both to a different location every time there’s a jump scare

has a nightlight, he does not like the dark

gets ptsd from the cage fights during thunderstorms

he’ll bamf to your room and huddle under the covers with you

you hold him close with his head tucked under your chin

he develops a love for fluffy socks because of you

going to the mall all the time at his insistence

trying your best to hold hands

if it doesn’t work then either you hold each other’s waist or his tail wraps around your wrist

you have so many blankets in your room, kurt hates being cold and 97% of the time he ends up sleeping in your room

kurt gets separation anxiety whenever he feels like he’s too far away from you on a mission

making tea together on weekend mornings

charles admires your relationship

“young, true love is a wonderful thing”

peter teases you guys so much

but he loves you two more than anything uwu

does peter have a secret polaroid album full of photos he took of you and kurt cuddling?  yes

overall kurt wagner is the Ideal boyfriend and any person would be so fucking lucky to have this cutie as their own

Hope you enjoyed!  Feedback is welcomed ~