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anythingdrabbleTitle: Bamfing Dreams
Fandom: Excalibur (X-Men)
Characters/Pairings: Nightcrawler/Daytripper, also briefly mentions Captain Britain/Meggan
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: No one can steal her dreams.
Other women light candles, but she isn't bothered by that. Amanda Sefton knows normalcy is overrated. She might have once longed for a normal life, but there's little she wouldn't surrender now to go back to the way things were. But things never work out between her Fuzzy Elf and herself for long. Her mother always has a way of finding them, especially when they're actually being happy, and literally sending all the Demons of Limbo after them.
Kurt would chastise her, of course, and worse -- his tongue really can be quite forked at times -- if he had any idea of why she truly stays away. She's convinced him that the life of an X-Man just isn't for her, but the truth is, with a mother like hers, a family life is impossible. Her presence there would be a danger not just to Kurt but for every one of his team, from the old Scientist to the little dragon and even Britain's own national hero, Captain Brittain. She's heard he and Meggan are finally about to wed, and that means a baby could be on the way soon as well. Her hand drifts idly down to her own flat stomach as she thinks of yet another life blessing she'll never have.
But this is the way it must be, she knows. She's tried far too many times to have a life, to enjoy the love she shares with the man Margali tried so hard to convince her was to only be her brother. Many would think their love sick and twisted. Of course, many would take one look at her handsome Elf and run shrieking into the night. They'd all be wrong, but then, humans always have been such fools.
She is no longer a fool, certainly no longer doe-eyed or foolishly optimistic. She knows what it means to be the daughter of the evil, wretched Sorceress Margali Szardos. It means never having a happy life of her own, and always having to stay on the move. It's why a life as a flight attendant is perfect for her. Almost. If she could convince Kurt to quit his heroics and become a pilot instead, it would be perfect. But she can't do that to him, or to the world.
Amanda cups her hands again around the burning incense and enhales deeply. She lets her eyes close, imaging the velvet feel of his blue fur against her cheek, her lips, and lower. She could feel his tail, feel his hands, taste his lips... Breathing the acrid smell of sulfur in deep, Amanda disrobes and lays alone in her bed. She knows what she can never have in this world, but the one thing even her mother can never steal from her is her dreams.
With her eyes still closed, Amanda turns and curls on her side, holding her Bamf doll close. The sulfur smells of Kurt's teleportations, and in her dreams, he bamfs to her, as always, and loves her, always.
The End
Fandom: Excalibur (X-Men)
Characters/Pairings: Nightcrawler/Daytripper, also briefly mentions Captain Britain/Meggan
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: No one can steal her dreams.
Other women light candles, but she isn't bothered by that. Amanda Sefton knows normalcy is overrated. She might have once longed for a normal life, but there's little she wouldn't surrender now to go back to the way things were. But things never work out between her Fuzzy Elf and herself for long. Her mother always has a way of finding them, especially when they're actually being happy, and literally sending all the Demons of Limbo after them.
Kurt would chastise her, of course, and worse -- his tongue really can be quite forked at times -- if he had any idea of why she truly stays away. She's convinced him that the life of an X-Man just isn't for her, but the truth is, with a mother like hers, a family life is impossible. Her presence there would be a danger not just to Kurt but for every one of his team, from the old Scientist to the little dragon and even Britain's own national hero, Captain Brittain. She's heard he and Meggan are finally about to wed, and that means a baby could be on the way soon as well. Her hand drifts idly down to her own flat stomach as she thinks of yet another life blessing she'll never have.
But this is the way it must be, she knows. She's tried far too many times to have a life, to enjoy the love she shares with the man Margali tried so hard to convince her was to only be her brother. Many would think their love sick and twisted. Of course, many would take one look at her handsome Elf and run shrieking into the night. They'd all be wrong, but then, humans always have been such fools.
She is no longer a fool, certainly no longer doe-eyed or foolishly optimistic. She knows what it means to be the daughter of the evil, wretched Sorceress Margali Szardos. It means never having a happy life of her own, and always having to stay on the move. It's why a life as a flight attendant is perfect for her. Almost. If she could convince Kurt to quit his heroics and become a pilot instead, it would be perfect. But she can't do that to him, or to the world.
Amanda cups her hands again around the burning incense and enhales deeply. She lets her eyes close, imaging the velvet feel of his blue fur against her cheek, her lips, and lower. She could feel his tail, feel his hands, taste his lips... Breathing the acrid smell of sulfur in deep, Amanda disrobes and lays alone in her bed. She knows what she can never have in this world, but the one thing even her mother can never steal from her is her dreams.
With her eyes still closed, Amanda turns and curls on her side, holding her Bamf doll close. The sulfur smells of Kurt's teleportations, and in her dreams, he bamfs to her, as always, and loves her, always.
The End
