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Hobie brown x transfem!reader let's goooooo!

I'm not trans but y'all ladies deserve inclusion in fics like the rest of us

Hey I was wondering if you could do a hobie x trans!reader mtf kinda like the ftm one you did, and if so please tag me in it

His Girl.

★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3

☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.

★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.

☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.

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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.

Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.

All was good except for one thing.

One thing that could have been good if you were cis.

Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.

Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.

That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.

But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.

It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.

Your body.

Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.

“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.

“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all. 

“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.

“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”

“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”

You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.

Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.

“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”

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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)

I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open

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 ~

Hey, if you have the time. could you write an X-Men 97 Kurt Wagner x reality warper reader who is Magneto's adopted daughter.

Bound by Reality

Kurt Wagner x fem!reader Words: 1,6K A/N: I kind of feel like this sucks, but I hope it's alright anyway

Kurt loves you. That's the most important thing. He doesn't care who your father is or what he's done or how much he himself agrees with it all. He loves you. As long as you love him, that's all that matters to him.

Your power is the most fascinating thing for Kurt. Admittedly, he was quite skeptical at first. He is an acrobat, a fighter and always had to be able to rely on his senses. Especially when you met on the battlefield and on opposite sides, he was initially very wary of you and your powers.

But now, especially after you got together, you are a true miracle for him.

Sometimes you lie together in a meadow or in your bed and you alter little things, not much and it doesn't cost you much, but each time he is thrilled anew by your abilities. He's not shy about telling you either.

Every time you give free rein to your skills, be it in battle or otherwise, his legs go weak with affection. You're powerful, you're talented and between you and me, you just look fantastic doing it. Kurt could watch you use your skills all day, he wouldn't get tired of it.

However, as wonderful as he thinks your abilities are, he sometimes curses them all the more. Using your abilities, especially on a large scale, usually has severe consequences for you. Both your mental and physical strength are stretched to the limit and it is not uncommon for him to catch you at the last moment to prevent you from hitting the ground.

Should you be that vulnerable or hurt, Kurt becomes quite protective. You are one of the most important things in his life and he will protect you with his life if he has to.

Kurt is incredibly happy when you get on well with Rogue, as you are both equally important to him. However, you both have a habit of conspiring against him and he always gets the short end of the stick.

He also gets on quite well with your adoptive siblings. Admittedly, they didn't make it easy for him at first, but Kurt was quite persistent and got all three of them on his side.

You yourself had tried to delay the meeting between Kurt and your father as much as possible, which wasn't because you were embarrassed by Kurt. You loved him more than anything and you were pretty sure that wasn't going to change any time soon. The problem was your father. You were pretty sure that he would accept Kurt in the end, but you knew your father well and knew that he could be more than a little protective, especially when it came to his children.

"Liebling,“ Kurt murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind as his tail wrapped around her legs. "Calm down. You're walking a hole in our carpet." She sighed as her boyfriend spread light kisses over her neck.

"You know my father, you know how he is. He's never approved of any of my relationships and I really want him to like you." Kurt leaned forward so his mouth hovered over her ear. "Will his decision change anything about us?"

She spun around and looked up at him a little indignantly. "Of course not!" A slight smirk came to his lips and he pulled her closer to him by the waist. "Then I don't see what you're so worried about." Before she could protest, he quickly placed his lips on hers, successfully silencing her.

She didn't respond at first, but then gave in with a sigh and returned the kiss, which Kurt deepened all too briefly.

He couldn't hold her in his arms for long, however, as the doorbell rang and she broke away from him, despite his protesting whimpers. She gave him one last look, half warning, half amused, before opening the door. "Dad!"

She threw her arms around his neck and Kurt could see a warm smile on Magneto's lips as he hugged his daughter. "My love." He released himself from her arms, very gently, and stroked her cheek tenderly, a loving look in his eyes. "Am I mistaken or are you becoming more beautiful with each passing day?"

Kurt could see in his mind's eye how she blushed and smiled sheepishly.

"You're exaggerating." Father and daughter exchanged words for a few moments before his gaze wandered over to Kurt. His smile disappeared in an instant and his expression became cold and distant, his hand pressed against his daughter's back. Kurt understood at that moment why she was so worried. That look alone was enough to kill him. Still, he put on his most charming smile and stepped towards him, hand outstretched as he did his best to suppress the nervous lashing of his tail. "Dad, this is Kurt Wagner, my boyfriend. I told you about him," she pressed, and after looking at Kurt for a few moments, he squeezed his hand.

It was a firm squeeze and Kurt was sure he was trying to break his hand, but he kept smiling. "I'm really pleased to meet you, sir." Magneto let go of his hand and looked at him skeptically for a moment.

"A bit bluer and furrier than the last one, eh?" She stepped forward and wrapped a hand around Kurt's arm, a forced smile on her lips. "Well, my taste has definitely improved."

The next hour was absolute torture for everyone involved—at least, that’s how Kurt felt. As she tensely tried to spark a conversation between Kurt and her father, Magneto's piercing gaze seemed to slice through Kurt. Kurt was fairly certain that this man disliked him on principle, which was a significant problem, because Kurt was pretty much in love with his daughter and had no intention of leaving her. "Darling," Magneto suddenly spoke up, but didn't take his eyes off Kurt felt like he was shrinking into the sofa cushions under that relentless stare. "Would you do me a favor and get me another drink?" Her gaze fluttered to Kurt, who tried to subtly shake his head in protest. She stood up, nodding.

"Sure," she replied, though her voice wavered slightly, betraying her uncertainty. She glanced back at Kurt, worry evident in her eyes. "Please don't kill him while I'm gone," she added, attempting to lighten the mood with a nervous chuckle.

He didn't answer, and Kurt didn't like the look Magneto gave him. The tension in the room grew worse and colder once she left, the door closing softly behind her. As soon as she was out of earshot, Magneto leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. One of the spoons on the table flew into the air, spinning slowly between them.

"So you think you deserve my daughter," Magneto said, his voice low and menacing. Kurt's eyes were fixed on the spinning spoon, his mind racing. He knew that with enough force and speed, even the bluntest object could be lethal. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves.

"I wouldn't say I deserved her," Kurt began, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "I love her and she decided to give me a chance. Something she hasn't regretted yet."

Magneto's gaze narrowed. "'Not yet?' I really hope for your sake that she won't regret it in the future." Kurt swallowed and raised his hands. "Of course not. I just meant..."

"Hurt my little little girl," Magneto interrupted, his voice dangerously low, "and I'll make sure not even your god will help you."

"I..."

"I told her to stop dating, but as usual, she didn't listen to me," Magneto continued, cutting Kurt off again. Kurt didn't know where his sudden surge of confidence came from, but he found himself speaking up. "Maybe you should learn to take a step back from your daughter's life." The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension. Magneto's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and anger, and for a moment, Kurt wondered if he had pushed too far. The silence stretched uncomfortably long, filled only with the soft hum of electricity from Magneto's control over the metallic objects in the room.

Magneto paused and looked at him, his face a mask of emotionlessness. "What was that?" Kurt, however, didn't let it get him down and returned his gaze with unwavering resolve. "Your daughter is an incredible woman—confident, independent, strong, intelligent. She doesn't need your permission to be in a relationship. You're her father. It's your job to support her, protect her when necessary, and be there for her. It's not your job to intrude on her happiness or make her feel bad just because you don't like me. If I ever hurt her, you can do whatever you want to me. But until then, just let us be happy and back off."

Magneto stared at him, and Kurt was pretty sure he was going to be stabbed with a teaspoon at any moment. The room was silent, Magneto's expression unreadable as he processed Kurt's words. Kurt could feel his heart pounding, each beat echoing in his ears. He had put everything on the line, knowing that one wrong move could spell disaster. Then something unexpected happened: Magneto chuckled and leaned back. "I've got to hand it to you, Elf, you know how to stand your ground."

Kurt didn't know what to say to that and just stared at him in shock. Just then, she returned with Magneto's drink, her eyes flicking between the two men. She handed it to her father and sat back down next to Kurt, her hand finding his and squeezing it reassuringly. Magneto took the drink, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at his daughter. She raised her eyebrow at that. "What did you do?" "Nothing," Magneto replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Kurt just proved to me that your taste has indeed improved, my dear."

I'm in love with kurt, can we get some more fluff?

hey honey, thanks for the request! Aren’t we all at least a little bit in love with Kurt? ;) 

Having a family with Kurt Wagner

Kurt would be so overprotective once you were pregnant

All over you, 24/7

“Do you need anything, Schatze?” “Let me get that for you, love.”

Would quit going on missions because he wanted to be there for you, even though you told him it wasn’t necessary

Would be very insecure about becoming a dad

“I’m sorry if they look like me.” “Why would you be sorry, darling? You’re the most beautiful person I know.”

Kurt probably faints while you’re giving birth, so he wouldn’t be much help

You give birth to a sweet, healthy, little girl

Kurt would be over the moon

Cries when he first holds her

Is the sweetest dad

Sings his daughter German lullabies

Teaches his daughter German so she grows up in a bilangual household

Loves you both to the moon and back

The other X-Men are like the weird aunts and uncles who stop by now and then

“Uncle Charles said when I’m older I can join you and Papa and be an X-Men!”

You’d probably get a dog and your daughter loves them so much

Kurt would be so chill with your daughter’s s/o

But if they hurt her or break her heart…

There will be hell to pay

Going on family trips together

Loads of adorable family pictures

Your family is the absolute cutest!!

Nightcrawler and his s/o proposing to each other at the same time.

A/N: eeeekkkk, this was precious to write! Thanks for requesting! <3 Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader

A Mutual Proposal

The X-Mansion balcony, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, offered a breathtaking panorama of the Hudson Valley. Nightcrawler, clad in his civilian attire, nervously fidgeted with a velvet box nestled in his pocket. Tonight, he was determined to ask you, his extraordinary mutant love, to be his forever.

You'd brought the two of you your favorite takeout to eat out on the balcony, dressed up in a fancy basket. Kurt had planned the date. It was somewhat formal, with a table set in the middle and a few candles lit on a white tablecloth draped over the metal table. Then, he'd bamfed in right next you. You jumped slightly, startled by his sudden presence. "Kurt! Oh my god, you scared me half to death!" You exclaimed, a blush creeping up your neck.

Nightcrawler chuckled, his blue fur softening around the edges. "Just a little teleportation trick, Liebling. I wanted to share this view with you," he gestured towards the sprawling landscape bathed in twilight hues, then pulled your chair out for you to sit.

You smiled, a familiar warmth spreading through you. "It's beautiful," you whispered, your gaze lingering on him a beat too long. You followed suit and sat down, Kurt however remained standing. The air crackled with unspoken emotions. This was one of your favorite spots just to catch a moment of peace with one another.

Kurt cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. "There's, uh, something I've been wanting to tell you." He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing the smooth surface of the box.

Suddenly, you interjected, your voice barely a whisper. "Kurt, I…" You fumbled with the picnic basket, finally pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden box.

You both stared, mouths agape, at the items in each other's hands. Nightcrawler let out a sheepish grin. "Looks like we both have something to say, ja?" he said, his voice laced with amusement.

You burst out laughing, the tension dissolving. "It seems so!" you exclaimed, a playful glint in your eyes. "Alright, Kurt, on three?"

Nightcrawler, ever the gentleman, gestured for you to speak first. "Eins, zwei..." he counted, his voice warm and sincere.

"Drei!" you both blurted out at the same time.

A cacophony of love confessions filled the air. "I love you, Kurt," you finally managed, your voice thick with emotion. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Nightcrawler, his heart overflowing, beamed back. "Liebling, I was just about to ask you the same thing. I have this ring..." He fumbled with the box, revealing a stunning sapphire ring that shimmered like his beautiful skin.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached into your own box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft velvet, lay a simple silver band inscribed with the words "Mein Liebe" in elegant script. It was a perfect symbol of your love and his native language.

"This is ridiculous," you said, your voice thick with happy tears. "We both planned a proposal, and neither one of us knew."

Nightcrawler chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Ridiculous, maybe. But perfectly us, wouldn't you say, Schatz?"

You squeezed him back, your heart brimming with joy. "Absolutely perfect."

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a myriad of colors, Nightcrawler slipped the sapphire ring onto your finger. You, in turn, placed the silver band on his. With a shared look of love and laughter, you sealed the deal with a kiss, the X-Mansion balcony bathed in the golden promise of your forever.

The Birth Certificates

Israel killed his wife, and his newborn children as he was picking up their birth certificates.

The mother was also a physician.

Richard Medhurst

RAFAH NOW !!

Today, the refugee tents in Rafah were bombed at night! Innocent Palestinians were killed in a moment of nighttime calm! What kind of tyranny is this? This atrocity occurred just hours after the International Court of Justice's decision to ban entry to Rafah. Israel is sending a clear message to the world that it does not care about anyone. In the video footage, someone can be heard screaming, "Oh my God, my daughters are in those tents that were bombed!"

Today, I sent some of my family's donation money to Palestinian families in Rafah to help them move to Gaza. I don't think they survived this! My God, what are we living through?

Do Not Stop Talking About Palestine !!

Please donate and help this palestinian family

Season 5 Ep2. Them hugging in this episode was so cute im glad they got close and could form a father and son bond since the last time we saw them together in Family ties. Magneto only being convinced to help after his son was mentioned being captured like bro did not gaf if the world was in danger but the moment his son was mentioned hes like ok ill help. What a softie

"yeah Logan's not gonna go through the hassle for Peter or for a bathroom where worse things have been caught in" she giggled at the thought of Logan just taking one of Peter's blunts and walking off without a care, before moving on to a more serious and sincere tone of voice.

"of course you can't fix all of my problems, no one my problems completely" dina explains while dragging her finger into an infinity symbol on the table. "Horrible Things have happened to both of us and have left us damaged in ways that can't be fixed, but with love and support we can fix our slightly less severe damages."

Dina was so happy to have a parent that not only understood her but also shared similar types of experiences. The infront of her was her father and he had shown her the whole evening how much he wanted to be that for her despite their nonexistent relationship before today.

"I want to keep making good memories with you and Peter and anyone else who joins the roster, you guys my family now and I am perfectly happy with that" she smiled at him "and even though you aren't the most perfect of people man or mutant, your my father and that won't change."

@dad-nee-toh

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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?"