Kurt didn’t like how he looked, he was insecure. On this specific night, it was hitting him harder than usual. His boyfriend of six months- Pietro (or Peter) was sleeping soundly in their bed. Kurt had been wrapped in Pietro’s tight embrace, feeling sick. He felt his temperature rise, and his stomach hurt like hell. It was only when Kurt had gotten up and gone to the bathroom that he realized why. He slipped away from Pietro, walking softly to the door. Luckily, each room has its own bathroom, so Kurt didn’t have to worry about bothering any of the others. He made it in, flipping the light switch. He squinted uncomfortably in the light blaring from the bulb. It flickered once or twice before filling the room with its harsh white glow. Kurt looked around, his eyes settling on the mirror. At that moment he understood why he felt sick. He had been ignoring his urges. His angel markings. Pietro had made him feel like he didn’t need them. For once he felt enough. After apocalypse, Kurt had a hard time adjusting to his new life. And, right by his side, a tall silver-haired mutant lay. Kurt fell in love very quickly, and Pietro did too. But here, in this moment, right in front of the bathroom mirror, all that seemed to tear away. He felt his skin crawl when he saw himself. A disgusting worm of a mutant, and even worse an actual being. He felt ugly, and as he looked down at his hands, he felt even worse. Pietro and he had spent so much time together attempting to figure out the simple action of holding hands. Kurt’s three-fingered self is not being much help. Kurt felt warm tears streaming down his face, and he found himself eventually curled up against the wall, softly sobbing to himself. He hadn’t known how long he had been there, it could've been hours for all he cared. But with his lack of knowledge timewise a knock came at the bathroom door.
“Kurt..?” The soft, groggy words of a freshly awoken Pietro spoke. “Are you okay? It’s been like… ten minutes.” He finished, and Kurt scrambled to find the right words to explain to him how he felt without being whiny and annoying. Instead of saying anything, he stood up, walked over, and opened the door. There stood a tired, worried, Pietro Maximoff. Pietro took a long look at Kurt, seeing his dark circles (which you’d have to squint really hard to see), his quivering lip, and most importantly, the tears streaming down his face, leaving a wet trail in his fur.
“Shit- Kurt what happened?” He was instantly alert, taking Kurt by the shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, trying his hardest to be comforting.
“P-Pietro,” Kurt stuttered, once again trying to find the words to tell him how he felt. “I-I I’m… hideous.” He finished, breaking out into loud sobs against Pietro’s neck. Pietro tightened around Kurt, tensing almost instantaneously against him.
“Kurt. You’re the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, man. Like seriously, you’re… you’re… breathtakingly hot.” Pietro pulled back, bringing a hand up to caress Kurt’s cheek. Kurt’s expression twisted into a half smile, half grimace. Kurt was very awkward when it came to compliments. He never knew exactly what to say.
“I hate being blue,” That was all that Kurt could manage. At this point, he had stopped sobbing, but the very thought of his blue exterior made his eyes gloss over in the shadow of tears.
“But Kurt! Being blue makes you even more attractive! Hell, I think that it’s an awesome quality about you!” Pietro smiled with a soft chuckle, kissing Kurt on the nose.
Kurt tried to smile, but all that came was an uncomfortable smirk.
“I.. I don’t like being me.” Kurt finally whispered, his voice cracking in dismay. Pietro felt his heartbreak at that, and he felt himself tear up a bit. Kurt’s eyes widened softly, quickly wiping Pietro’s tears away.
“No no no…I didn’t mean…” Kurt sputtered worriedly, feeling his heart sink in regret.
Finally, after a moment of this, Pietro grabbed Kurt by the shoulders. “Kurt… you’re perfect, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You’re smart, kind, brave, and fucking beautiful. You are so much bigger than you give yourself credit for! I just wish you could see yourself how I saw you!” Pietro spoke in a low, but demanding tone. He stared at Kurt seriously, which was very unusual to Pietro’s usual sense of self. Kurt could only stare, looking at Pietro for some kind of reassurance. And that he got. Pietro pulled Kurt against him again, and god dammit he loved him. Kurt was the one who pulled away, looking at Pietro apologetically.
“I am sorry.” Kurt managed to get out, looking at Pietro sadly.
“For what?”
“For dragging you into this.”
“Kurt, I love you, you know this. I’ll always be there for you. How do you feel about laying back down? Only- if you want to, or maybe we could do something else if you’re not tired? Up to you.” Peter rambled, trying so hard not to make things awkward and weird. Kurt smiled, looking at the bed longingly.
“I think I would like to lie down.” Kurt walked back over, sitting on the side of the bed. Pietro quickly flipped the light switch off and hopped excitedly over to the bed. He swiftly found comfort in the sheets, almost forgetting what he had been up to do entirely. He watched Kurt fluff up his pillow before climbing in next to him, getting comfortable back into Pietro’s arms.
“You wanna go right back to bed? We could talk, or… y’know..” even in the dark Kurt could feel Pietro lift his eyebrows suggestively, as he always did when referencing something sexual. Kurt smacked his thigh softly with his tail, cuddling in closer to Pietro.
“Sleep.” Kurt finally mumbled, already half asleep.
“You know I love you right?” Peter responded, holding Kurt tighter to him.
“Right. I love you too.”