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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Imagine...Being one of the renown professional race car drivers and convincing Loki to take a spin with you

Tony taps along with his phone screen, irritating Loki with the bubble noises it makes. “Must you have the sound so loud?” Loki asks, baffled at Tony’s ignorance. “Woah, Woah, boyo, don’t talk to your babysitter like that.” Tony scowls. Loki’s face goes red with anger as he mumbles under his breath, “I do not need a nanny.”

Due to most of the Avengers being posted on missions Tony offered to take Loki around on his errands. “I do not see why I could not stay in the tower, I have been a prisoner there for over six months now.”

“Yeah, your little stunt with nearly overloading all of my suit drive cores and blowing up the tower has resulted in that privilege being revoked. Obviously, you cannot be left alone.”

Loki looks out the tinted window of the sleek sports car, still surprised that Tony hardly drives himself anywhere. The driver never spoke a word, only ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’.

“Well, we got your haircut, your dry cleaning, spent at least two hours having you try on tuxes and not buying a single one, so pray tell, where are we off to now?”

“I have to see one of my drivers to sign some sponsor paperwork.”

“Why would you sponsor one of your drivers?”

Tony looks confused, then remembers Loki’s inexperience with Midgardian activities, “Different kind of driver, you’ll see.”

After zigzagging along the highways Tony leads Loki to the entrance of a race car stadium. There was no race today so the place was only filled with scattered track workers and racers perfecting their techniques.

Loki looked at everything like it was the strangest thing he saw. He always hated getting into the death coffins Midgardians call a ‘car’ and these people go into it willingly?

Once walking along the side of the track Loki spots a young beautiful figure, speaking to a team in green matching uniforms with STARK written on the back. “So this is what you do all day?” Tony teases getting closer to the driver. Once they turn around Loki is taken back by the amount of black grease on their face and in their hair. Yet, they still look undeniably attractive. Loki scans them quietly until his heart races at the sound of their voice.

“Well, if you gave me the funds on time to fix this crap box, then I could spend a lot more time practicing.” the gorgeous creature smiles, fist-bumping Tony.

“Like you need it. I saw your last race. You might’ve killed the damn engine, but you won and that is what I like to see.”

“We’re Starks, when we get a spark, we make our mark.”

Tony’s eyes light up, “OH! I like that!” he dials his phone quickly, “Piper, yes sweetheart, I have a great idea for company T-shirts.”

Piper’s voice garbles from the phone and tony covers the speaker, “This is Loki, keep him company while I go sign the papers.” He whispers, “We are Starks when we get a spark, we make our mark! Good right?!”

Tony walks away, leaving Loki to walk closer to this grease stained racer. “Well, since Tony isn’t much for manners I guess I should introduce myself, I’m Y/N, race car driver and all around Greece monkey.” (s)t(he)y gestures at the mess on her racer uniform.

Loki only looks at Y/N sternly, skeptical of this meeting.

“You’re Loki right?” Y/N smiles, “huh, thought you’d be more intimidating.”

Loki raises a brow, “yes, unfortunately, my nanny doesn’t let me where my horns out during the day.”

He earns a sweet, snorty laugh from Y/N, making him chuckle himself.

“What exactly is the goal here?” Loki asks, watching the cars zoom past them.

“The fastest and best driver wins.”

“LIke horse racing.”

“Yeah, just with a lot of metal that can crush you if you turn the wheel the wrong way.” A spare practice car is driven up to them. Loki’s Adam apple bobs as he swallows harshly, intimidated by the thought of being trapped in one of them.

Y/N sees his discomfort, “I was scared at first too when I was young. You wanna try it out?”

“I think not.” Loki scoffs, folding his arms.

“Wow.” Y/N sighs disappointed, “And here I thought the mighty Loki God of misdemeanors, who came down to rule us had a little more balls in his purse.”

Loki clenches his jaw, “For the record, it is God of mischief.”

Loki quickly snatches the helmet offered by Y/N and mumbles a prayer before entering the vehicle. “More cramped than I originally thought.” He says, the static of the radio in his helmet blending with his voice.

“Think everything is close now? Just wait ‘till we bring this baby up, you’ll be going to second base with that headrest.” Y/N laughs, driving onto the track.

The engine rumbles as the speedometer dial shoots to the end, sending Loki to grip anything he can, not realizing his hand latched onto Y/N’s thigh.

After a few laps and caping the car’s speed, Loki’s demeanor shifts into a wild devilish smile, “Yeahhh! Now I see the appeal! Can we go any faster.”

The radio just releases Y/N’s laugh, “You ask a good driver, they’ll tell you no way in hell. Lucky for you, I’m a hundred times better than good.”

Y/N shifts the car into another gear, boosting the race car and sending Loki’s head to press the headrest leather. “WOOO!” He yells.

“Does get rather tedious though, round and round, over and over again.”

“Well, it is a nice change to have an attractive passenger with me for once, better view.”

Loki’s hands shoot a bright green spark out the crack of the window, “Let us see you in a more challenging setting then.”

An enormous portal opens in the middle of the track, not giving Y/N enough time to hit the breaks. The car enters the next dimension, lined in darkness. The headlights blare into the dense obstacles, hopelessly trying to breach at least two feet in front of them.

“AH!” Y/N yells, dodging overgrown jungle leaves, thick tree trunks, and exotic man-eating animals that scratch at the paint of the zooming car.

The road gets bumpier, but thanks to Y/N’s determination and natural skill of driving, they are able to reach a large clearing of wild grass. The car swerves to the side as Y/N comes to a halt.

Y/N and Loki exit the car, not bothering to shut the doors. “Where did you take us?” Y/N asks, looking at multi-colored lights dancing across the night sky. A yellow and a red moon rotate gently on opposite sides of the planet, with craters you could almost touch.

“I come here when I want to get away,” Loki admits, hopping on top of the hood of the car. Y/N follow and rubs inconspicuously against Loki’s shoulder.

“You are impressive, Y/N.” Loki smiles, letting his hand fall in the small space between them.

“You’re great for noticing.”

“I think your attitude is already my favorite part about you.”

“Oh yeah, so what is your least favorite part?”

“Having to eventually say goodbye.” Loki’s voice turns soft and he feels Y/N’s fingers start to tangle in his.

“I guess we better enjoy this until Tony realizes we are gone.”

Y/N and Loki keep their kisses, their comfort, joy, and touches in this place where the moons touch the earth, the grass never wilts and the romance never spoils.

-thank you for reading and your support. :)

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dabblinginmarvel · 6 years

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Send me holiday stuff until Dec. 18th!

Below is a list of all I have left on my requests list!

Miniseries: - TonyxReader - Amnesia (multipart)

Miniseries Finales: - Magic and Illusion - Epilogue - Of a Different Family (Mob Boss Bucky AU) - Pt. 2 (MAYBE Pt. 3, not sure yet)

Stand Alones: - StevexReader - "Old School" songfic - LokixHuman!Reader on Earth (TBD) - Peter MaximoffxReader - Prompt 21 - List #45 - Alex SummersxReader - Prompt 22 - List #48 - Kurt WagnerxReader - Prompt 23 - List #4

#the author talks!

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serendipity-bee · 5 years

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what's a bitch gotta do to get some good kurt wagnerxreader smut around here?

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Xmen as Dads 1/? : Nightcrawler

Kurt would definitely crawl with his baby on the play blanket all day, letting them climb on his back and squish his face. He’d watch them for hours, being so happy that his appearance brings them nothing but joy. If the baby looked exactly like him- blue and all- Kurt would teach them new tricks with their tails and play pirates, pretending that the sofas were their ships, the floor was their ocean, and the toys were the sea monsters. Kurt would spend every waking moment making sure that his child never forgot the importance of laughter and imagination.

(I do not own the gifs or claim to own any marvel characters

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Imagine…

Having a voice mimicry mutation and Kurt and Peter requesting you to mimic different singers like Elvis, Michael Jackson, and Eurhythmics.

“Come on, Y/N! Jailhouse Rock is my favorite! No wait, do Billie Jean!” Kurt pleads.

“No, Sweat Dreams again!” Peter argues, pushing Kurt to the side.

“No fair! Y/N sang it like 100 times!”

“87, don’t be dramatic.”

“Guys! This is not a productive use of my powers!”

Kurt gives Y/N his notorious puppy dog eyes and a small whimper. Peter sees their composer starting to give out and joins in Kurt’s tactic.

“Not you too! Ugh, fine. But both of you have to do the dances again!”

(I do not own the gifs Or claim to own any Marvel characters)

Is anyone else still obsessed with old music?

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Imagine… being one of Professor Wagner’s upper-class students and both of you being secretly in love with each other. Warnings: This will be a smuttier imagine than I usually write. I did want to change it up a bit today, but I made a fluffier post that you can read here. Thank you for reading and your support, I hope you enjoy this one. contains some smut below the line (belt) The upper-class students flood the theater room finding seats next to their friends near the back to avoid answering questions. You, however, sat right in the middle of the very front row. You twirled your pencil in your fingers anxiously waiting for the puff of smoke to cover the stage and stain your clothes with fiery brimstone and Professor Wagner’s peppermint cologne for the rest of the day. You’ve had a crush on The Amazing Nightcrawler since he saved you and a handful of students from Striker’s lab, but even being legally over 18 Mr. Wagner was still at least 10 years older than you. The students quieted down as the lights dimmed and a German accent emanated from the theater speakers, “Today we will be learning about…” A purple cloud of smoke comes from the back of the stage, followed by Professor Wagner doing front flips before landing perfectly in a battle stance, “Dramatic entrances.” He puffs out his chest, his skintight red uniform wrapping neatly against each muscle. You bite the eraser on your pencil to keep your arousal in check. It doesn’t help at all when Professor Wagner looks down at you, showing his sexy smile lines as he grins devilishly. “The most important thing about entrances is to play to your strengths, show a little snip bit of your powers.” Mr. Wagner explains while roaming around the stage. You hear constant whispering behind you but are too engulfed in every move Mr. Wagner makes that you don’t turn around. “We will be practicing ways to make a PRACTICAL entrance when in battle. Believe it or not, these things speak to your confidence and that will aid you or be your downfall when encountering an enemy. Let us begin with a few tips and a basic understanding of what I mean by practical,” Something bumps your shoulder as you are about to write in your notebook. Bobby’s hand sticks between the red checkered cushion seats holding a folded piece of lined paper. You grab it cautiously by one of the hanging pieces torn at the edge and unfold it. Your eyes widen and you glance at Mr. Wagner to ensure he hadn’t seen it. On the paper was a class poll and the question read: Would you do Mr. Wagner? Checkmark for yes or X for no. You couldn’t believe your eyes, but your curiosity made you skim through the answers of others. Not too surprised that the page was lined with check marks. It was just a fun little game. You hadn’t heard Mr. Wagner slow his talking. What was the harm of signing it as well? You are about to make your own check mark with a blue colored pen when something poked the back of the paper. You look up seeing the spade of a tail yank the paper from your hands. “Apparently, this lesson is not interesting enough for you, Miss/Mr. Y/N. What is it that has your attention so I can-” Mr. Wagner fans out the paper and he is as silent as the rest of the class as he reads over it. He looks at you with disapproving eyes and folds the paper back up, slipping it in his suit’s pocket. “Mr./Miss Y/N, I will see you in my office after class.” You shrink into your seat as you hear snickers from behind you and bobby’s soft tone, “Sorry!” You glare back at him and spend the rest of class dreading the bell to sound. RING It came sooner than you thought and quietly, you gathered your things among the other students. Ducking behind everyone until you hear your name roll from a sturdy German tongue, “Not you, Mr./Miss Y/N.” You turn sheepishly towards Professor Wagner who signals you to come, “My office, now.” The students give you their prayers and you walk up the side of the stage, watching Mr. Wagner’s tail sway behind his extraordinarily tall, muscled back. His hands were locked behind him until he stopped at his office door and held it open for you. You sit immediately in the chair in front of his desk and hear the blinds flip closed. The piece of paper is thrown on the desk in front of you as Professor Wagner takes his own seat in the swiveling chair. He places his elbows on the desk and peers down your body. “This is extremely inappropriate, Liebling.” He says flirtatiously. “You think I would be so careless, Kurt?” You ask, secretly enjoying the sound of his first name smooth over your taste buds. “No, but I am curious…” You feel his spaded tail come under your chair and wrap around your thigh, “What you would have marked on the paper.” You smile and pull your core closer to Kurt’s tail, “There wasn’t an option for ‘been there done that’.” “My Liebling, you’re torturing me in class. You know this, ja? Wearing those clothes, forcing me to watch others flirt with you… it’s killing me.” You boldly get out of your chair and enjoy the soft release of Kurt’s tail sliding off you as he watches you move around him. You straddle him and feel his soft fur between your fingers, “Maybe I can make it up to you…” You kiss along his jawline and down to the sweet spot of his neck. His breath hitches as you feel three fingers dig into your thighs. “Y/N…” “I know, we can’t” You roll your eyes aware of his fear in the relationship. “No… I think I’m falling in love with you.” You look into his yellow eyes and see nothing but the truth in them. Everything seems to stop around you as he holds you close to him, “After the pool…” You remember the first night you shared together when you had been night swimming and Kurt had joined you. What started as a casual swim with your steamy professor turned into something more intimate than either of you could have imagined. You pull out of the sweat and moan infested memories as Kurt continues to talk, “I haven’t gone a night without dreaming of you, a meal without tasting you, or a shower without feeling you. If you would want someone like me… someone older and mutated, I will not be able to let you go.” “Kurt… I want to be with you. Even if it has to be a secret for now.” You kiss him with no fear until the door begins to creak open.

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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“Are you going to say it right this time?” Y/N huffs, straightening out Kurt’s costume.  “It’s not my fault you memorized my lines too.” he winks. “From the top. The detective came to my house, Mr. Darcy. Your wife tried to frame me!” Y/N opens the scene. “But we can’t.” Kurt skips over a line quickly. “I need to hold you, Aubry.” Y/N stops midsentence, hand over mouth, “No-wait, that’s your line!” “Well if you insist, Mr. Darcy.” Kurt mimics Y/N voice in a higher tone and pulls them into him.  Y/N squirms out of his grasp, throwing props at him and chasing him around the cardboard scene, “I don’t sound like that!” (I do not own the gifs and I do not claim to own any marvel characters)

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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“You’ve been ‘It’ for years now, Y/N! It’s hardly a challenge anymore!”

“The brimstone throws me off!”

“Excuses, excuses, my love.”

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Title: Know It All

Chapter 7

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).

Violet Ashbourne is a gifted human hacker in possession of a radio, a secret device that gains her access to a large underground information network and electronics all over the world. Human and mutant coexistence has always been her goal, but will the betrayal of her mutant mother and father- once partners to her rise to power- distort her beliefs? Will the X-men be able to save her from her own pride and ambition? Or will she sacrifice everything, including the only boy she’s ever trusted, for vengeance?

Kurt's Pov

Logan and Mystique fly the jet smoothly as Kitty, Evan, Toad and I sit behind them, eager to reach this man, Magneto, and his asteroid where he is holding our friends. I can't stop stressing about Violet. She wasn't at the mansion when we left and no one can get a hold of her. What if she gets hurt? What if she's trapped somewhere? Would I be more relieved if she was a mutant? I won't lie- I would be.

The jet's communicator starts to emit static. "What the?" Logan bangs on the controls to shut it off, but it's like something is overriding his commands. "Lo...loga...n?!" A female voice jumps across the frequency. "LLL...Logan! Stop!"

"Is that?" Evan perks up.

"Look down!" The female voice yells again.

We all glance out of the window as Logan tips the aircraft slightly. A figure is waving their arms frantically, standing on a red sports car that looks exactly like Scott's. "This kid is full of surprises," Logan mumbles as he already concludes who it is.

The jet is taken gently to the ground and we all turn towards the hatch to see Violet rushing in and taking a seat. "How'd you get out here?!" Kitty asks as we shake from the jet readying to take off again. "I was..." Violet catches herself mid-sentence, making eye contact with Logan, " I was looking for you."

"WE were looking for YOU." Evan corrects, "You were gone since this morning, we checked the subbasement and Forge said he hadn't seen you since yesterday."

Violet shrinks in her seat, "What does that matter!? We have to find the others, do you know where they are?"

Logan complies with her change of subject, " Magneto has them on an asteroid. He is trying to turn them against us by offering some type of 'evolution' to their powers."

"Magento?" Violet whispers, "He's still alive?"

Logan turns around, "You know him?"

Violet presses her lips together, "I've heard of him." She glances quickly at Mystique's judging eyes and back at Logan.

Logan squints, trying to detect her lie, but he just turns back and flies the jet higher.

Mystique, however, keeps looking at Violet like she wants to tear her apart. My jaw clenches and I shift so Mystique cannot see Violet.

Logan briefs us on what to expect when we arrive, but I can't stop thinking about Violet until I get the nerve to turn around. She is squirming in her seat. I am not sure if it is from the secret she is trying to keep up with or...

"Not a fan of planes?" I ask trying to sedate my curiosity.

She nods, gripping the armrest tightly. I offer my hand to her and she takes it without a second thought, part of me actually believed that she didn't even acknowledge the three fingers.

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Violet's POV

We arrive at a clear desert, shrouded in heavy clouds and monstrous sandhills. In the midst of scattered lightning, no doubt created by storm to guide us to their location, a floating asteroid sends fear through my skin. Although I am relieved that my father did not act against the Xmen, I am worried about the others. If I get to close to one of them, they will be as helpless as I am. I've never gone into danger like this, not willingly at least; just thinking about it makes my eyes water. I let go of Kurt's hand so to distance myself from him. He looks at me immediately but does not say a word.

The jet hovers on top of the asteroid, preparing to land when two red beams shoot at us. The plane shakes violently and Logan struggles to pull up as we dive into the building on the asteroid. Everyone's yelling is sporadic until it meshes into unison. I catch a glips out the window and see Scott and his brother Alex grinning proudly, white hair flowing and free of any restrictions. Seeing Scott without his glasses, you can see how content he is but at what cost?

The crash was loud all at once and replaced by muffled voices coming from outside the jet. I groan from the pressure of my weight hoisted by my seatbelt. My neck cracks as I look around at the empty jet, the terminal controls sparking and seats are torn. Mystique is exiting the hatch above me, "They left me?" I mutter and unclasp my seatbelt.

I jump out the hatch, avoiding knots of loose wires and see the Xmen fighting the brotherhood and mystique lunging at Magneto. "Violet!" I hear Jean yell from the clear tubes that were holding her, storm, Xavier, and Rogue. I run to them, dodging the others. I lean over the terminal next to the tubes looking for a way to release them until I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and see Magneto, shock, and disgust behind his helmet, "YOU!"

I knew he'd remember me.

Mystique jumps out of nowhere and roundhouses him in the chest, giving me a window to continue hacking. The tubes fall quickly and everyone runs in different directions except for Xavier, "there are other students here! Magneto has trapped them in another room, you have to find them!" Xavier grips my hand so that I don't miss a single word he said. I nod, terrified that he meant I had to find them alone. I look back and see Kurt knock out Blob in one teleported move, landing perfectly. I run past him, cut off my Logan and Sabertooth throwing each other around. I am a fish out of water here, watching my distance from each Xmen and from the Brotherhood's attacks. The ground under me throws off my balance, sending me to hit the floor. Lance sends another tremor towards kitty and spike. I stumble back up and hurry through the door, away from the fighting. I come to a hall, lined with steel doors, but which are the students behind?

I open each one, leaving once I couldn't spot anyone.

"Violet!" a student yells once I enter the room filled with trapped kids. I hurry to the terminal next to them, repeating the release process.

"This will be easy." Pietro's voice laughs from behind me, but before I can turn to defend myself I am hurled to the floor. "I don't need my powers to deal with you." he laughs from above me. I look passed my blurry white strands and roll on my back as Pietro tackles me. Struggling to keep his blow from my face I feel my sweat start to mix with my premature tears. "You don't think we remember what you did to us?!" Pietro starts to yell. I glance over at my watch seeing the circuits spark from the cracked glass. Piero's eyes were now enraged and all his natural strength leans on my small body. He spits at me, "I wanted to tear you apart the moment I saw you on that camp, but I'll settle for this."

I saw an opening while he was monologuing and connected the two wires and clicked twice on the silver crown. "AHH!" He yelled as electricity sparked in his face and he toppled over me. I pant, pushing his body away from me. The eyes of the students bring me back to reality and I quickly unlock their tube cages.

All of us run into the main hall, following the rest of the Xmen to the Xjet. We all gather in, waiting for Scott and Alex to make their decision; stay with magneto or the Xmen.

"Here they come!" Jean yells as she reaches out for Scott and Alex. Before they can hop in, the jet collapses with the hanger, everyone holding on to anything they can reach and bracing for impact. Logan pulls up last minute and we watch, powerless, as Scott and Alex fall from the sky. Two beams break through the clouds as they use their powers to land safely alongside the Xjet.

Crumbling boulders sink into the sand around us as the asteroid is sinking lower on our position.

"Ready, bro?" Scott grins and holds Alex's hand. "Ready."

I shield my eyes from the orange and red blast as they shoot the asteroid into dust.

We all exit the jet to find Scott and Alex laughing tiredly, their white hair replaced with their normal locks. They must have overloaded their evolved powers and returned to normal. Jean offers Scott his glasses, "I knew you would do the right thing." she smiled. "Yeah well, the white hair didn't really look good on us." Alex laughs, reaching over to tussle Scott's hair. Alex catches me in his sights, "Definitely looks good on you though." he purrs.

Scott smacks him on the head, "She's too old for you." he scowls.

I laugh half-heartedly and hold my arms close, afraid they will fall off. While everyone is counting their fingers and toes I back away from everyone. I still feel Pietro's rage on me; it brings back all of the guilt.

I did what I had to. Saying that usually makes it go away.

"Violet?" Kurt's soft german voice peels through the anxiety.

I smile, "I'm okay."

Lance's voice catches my attention as he speaks to blob and toad, "Two orbs escaped the asteroid before it exploded. Mystique and Magneto are still out there."

I look up at the night sky, its stars illuminating the clouds.

Magneto is one more enemy I cannot afford right now.

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A couple of weeks have passed since our first encounter with Magneto and I think everyone is still a bit shaken up. Those kids have never been abducted like that, it must have been terrifying. I'm not saying I am immune to shock, not since Moriarty kidnapped me, but I understand the helplessness they feel. I've felt it all my life.

"You're up early." I groan, rubbing the crust from my eyes. Forge hides his jump and stares at me as I walk towards his workbench. "Yeah, I figured I'd work on the Xray configurations a bit more." He chuckles, returning to his work.

I stay at a distance and rub my arms awake, thinking about how harsh I was to him when we first met. "Listen, I appreciate you helping me so much."

Forge stares at me, blinking repeatedly perhaps to make sure he isn't dreaming. "I just figured you didn't want to stick around so much, that's why I've been working more."

"That won't be necessary."

He looks up, shocked at my cool composer.

There is no rush anymore, I now know my parents are against me, Magneto is against me, and Moriarty will most likely try to look for me to finish the job. This is the safest place I can be right now without putting Nisha, Bronco, and the growing population of Sanctuary at risk.

"You can take your time on it, I know you will come up with something. Plus I'd rather not have something blow up in my face due to your oversight. I'm sorry I was so hostile about results. I'm sure you could tell that I'm not very good with people."

"You made it apparent." He grins, standing up straight and took the chance to touch on a more personal question, "Your accent, you're from London?"

"Yes," I lean over his bench noticing he did not mind his powers being disabled. "Have you traveled there before?"

"No, I've always wanted to though. It always seemed so movie-ish to me. The food, people, and sights. A new adventure and someone to fall in love with around every corner."

"Well now, that's the romantic version."

"You don't like it?"

"Now I didn't say that." I begin to reminisce about my home before the radio came into my life. Cracked floorboards that croaked like a giant frog was living in the nearly flooded basement. A single flat with shedding paint and batches of cobweb bushels that replaced our food. My parent's worried voices staining the kitchen table and black coffee rippling in the mugs, echoing their failed job hunts. While most kids played with dolls and tea parties I became homeless, looking for pretty looking rocks to raise my parent's spirits. At age 10 I finally became useful and apprenticed with a fellow homeless man with a skill for hacking, but who eventually was too stoned to hack ATMs himself. After he taught me enough he was replaced by my regretful, crime resorted father who guided me to banks and personal computers in his temporary jobs. I was a natural, stealing money right from people's paychecks. When I think of how humble and guilty my parents USED to be, I don't regret what I did. I think that is when I actually became their tool instead of their child.

"I didn't exactly have an easy childhood," I admit to Forge, "Sightseeing is only enjoyable when you aren't trying to survive while you do it."

"I guess it is different when you actually live somewhere than visiting. Would you go back?"

"When the time is right."

We look at empty spots around the room, trying to come up with a new conversation starter while the window is still open.

"I was curious, the gadgets that you make, are there any for self-defense?"

"Uh, yeah a couple of prototypes."

I scope his workbench, too afraid to admit that Pietro's attack still made me uneasy.

"You can use my workbench to tinker with them if you'd like, I'll be in the Xray room for a while anyway." Forge gathers some tools and heads for the door, "by the way, I know you don't go to school like the others but there is a dance happening soon and I know a couple of people who want to ask you." he winks, "Just a fair warning."

The door shuts behind him. Is it wrong that I hope Kurt is among those people? It would definitely explain the dresses kitty texted me about- all blue ironically. I smile aware that coming to close to Kurt can be dangerous but keeping away from him would drive me insane. If my father used him against me, well, let's just say he won't have to worry about dying in jail once I get my hands on him.

I glance at Forge's workbench and see a damaged, retractable baton thrown to the side. It is more advanced than the ones police forces use, maybe army designed? The metal that makes up the baton is heavy, a pure, silver rod and deadly without a doubt. I wonder if an electrical addition will make it more effective.

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Know It All: An Xmen Evolution Fanfiction Chapter 6

Title: Know It All

Chapter 6

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gifs).

We sit silently in the car as we drive away. I engage the security setting of the mansion again from my phone once we are far enough so as not to raise alarm. "You sure you don't want to do this tomorrow?" Bronco asks as he drives. I look at the neon numbers on the radio. 3:28 a.m. "No," I state. "Thank you for coming so soon," I say quieter. "Anytime, Boss. Plus, not like I was doing much, just trying to fix the weather controls in Sanctuary while Nisha follows up on a lead." his Russian accent grows deeper at the end of each sentence.

"Yes, she told me about going back to London to follow up on witnesses of the shooting."

The conversation dies.

The city starts to morph into landscape, crooked trees with leaves scraping against each other and the low mummers of wildlife. I look back at the clock. 3:54 a.m. Is someone in my room? Have they noticed I'm gone? I inhale deeply and hold it in my chest. The cold air from the crack in the window tingles my skin, making me rub them violently. "Go a little faster," I demand. Bronco does not protest and the car's sudden exhilaration wacks my hair on the headrest.

"You sure this isn't a trap?" Bronco asks, fidgeting with the steering wheel.

"Of course it is."

"Then why go?"

I growl, "Becuase I want to see her."

The car slows to a stop and we both exit, the cold air sending tears to line our eyes. The road is empty and the car's headlights are the only thing keeping us from going as blind as the bats above us. "This is the place you picked?" Bronco asks reading the stone sign.

"You should know, I always have a failsafe."

We walk into the cemetery, lunging over dead flowers and tombstones. I take a look around seeing dozens of graves surrounding us, soft soil destroying our shoes. I keep a distance from Bronco just in case he needs his powers.

A rustling comes from ahead of us and two figures stand, shrowding the third. "Darling." She says in awe, pushing the bodyguards apart. Her auburn hair is darker in this light, or maybe she darkened it herself. I couldn't tell whether the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth were new or if she had had them earlier. She wore a pantsuit, lined with yellow and orange trim, her cuffs lined with silver like aluminum foil.

"Mother," I hum, "How longs it been? Two years, going on three?"

"You mustn't think I don't hear the sarcasm in your voice."

"At least you can recognize one thing about me."

"I did not call this meeting so you could scrutinize me for taking over the Platform and managing our armies."

"Your armies." I corrected. I wanted nothing to do with my father's proposal of opening up the Platform, an entire city dedicated to his private troops and war machines. My mother took that position for power and it cost her more than two years of my life. I sigh and fold my arms, "So why did you call this meeting?"

"Your father is worried, Darling."

"MY FATHER!-" I stopped and rolled my shoulders, "My father... opened fire on me and left me to rot in a jail interrogation room."

"He thought you betrayed him when that bullet hit him. He didn't know that the bands were put on against your will. Considering your argument before the events occurred can you blame him for thinking that?"

"So his initial reaction is to order the death of his only child?! Are you honestly content with that?!"

She is silent, the darkness making it hard to read her, "Your father knows best."

Four words I know all too well.

She steps closer, "We know you are will the Xmen and cannot openly go against them, but know this: they cannot help you."

"And you can?"

"We can find Moriarty, get those things off of you and back to Purgatory. We just want you home."

On instinct, I remember the event before I was kidnaped by Moriarty. My father went mad, demanding my radio be handed to him, then I think of what Xavier said. If the band's technology were to fall into the wrong hands...

My father definitely classifies as 'wrong hands.'

I take a step back, "The Xmen are onto something. I think I'll take my chances."

Bronco and I jump as a loud beeping comes from behind my mother and the back of a truck destroys the bushes. The metal shutter shoots up and I look into the darkness at the holding cell within.

"Unless... this isn't a request." I frown.

My mother's face is unchanged, "get into the van, Violet." she demands calmly as her hands clench, a frothy flame igniting her forearms.

I sigh without a second thought, "Bronco,"

He straightens his posture, "Boss?"

"Wake them up."

He nods, walking in front of my mother and bodyguards who are ready to light Bronco up in a flame or bullets. I take a few steps back and watch as Broncos eyes roll to the back of his head, his arms rising from the force of his power.

Patches of dirt and wet grass fly between us as hands claw out of the ground, the inhabitants of the cemetery stumble together like vermin. The walking dead groan violently as the launch themselves at my mother's forces. The smell makes me gag and the deformed humans limp passed Bronco and I. Bronco signals me to run the opposite way, maintaining distance as we bump into more undead. I turn and see my mother's flames burn through them effortlessly as we escape.

I remember her once, promising me something: 'I'll never use my powers against you, Darling.'

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Bronco stops a few blocks away from the Xmansion, careful about making eye contact with me.

"You don't have to say anything," I say, reassuring that he is not entitled to make me feel better. "They've made their side clear. Perhaps when these things are off, they will just want me for a hacker, not a death tool." At this point, I am mostly speaking to myself.

"You sure that you want to stay with the Xmen?" Bronco asks.

"At this point, they are my only option."

"Keep us updated, Boss." Bronco grabs my hand, "We worry about you."

I smile weakly and get out of the car. He drives away as I head towards the mansion.

The sunrise comes slowly as I reach the gates. Pulling out my phone to disable the alarms my neck scrunches back. The alarms are active. I open the gate quickly and see the turrents blown to pieces. There are nets scattered and small lawn fires puffing like violent candles. "No." I gasp shoving the main door open. "Kurt?!" I yell, "Xavier?!" I run farther into the mansion scoping the rooms with toppled furniture, broken glass, and wood scattered along the stairs. "ANYONE?!"

The sub-basement is empty. My monitors are shattered, but one is still active. I search through last nights footage and see the students sleeping normally until several giant orbs burst through all directs of the walls and collect them all. My hand barely touches my face as I gasp. It couldn't be my father. It was too soon.

There has to be a way to find them! I tap along my keyboard to find a signal, something the orbs could have released into a frequency. I look closer at one of the orbs in the video. "Complete metal?" My eyes widen and I run to Xavier's study.

"Telepathy can't be the only way to locate you," I mutter to myself as I tap into Ciribro's database. "If you link your head to this it should be able to find you like..."

PING

"A beacon! Xavier your giant head just saved your life." I send the coordinates Ciribro gives me to my phone and rush to the garage.

Most of the cars had been totaled except Scott's sports car.

I zoom out of the mansion, checking my mirrors and follow my GPS, hoping- praying- that it anyone but my father who took them.

(chapter 7 will be posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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Know It All: Xmen evolution fanfic Chapter Three

Title: Know It All

Chapter Three

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).

The bus's small window fits the picturesque landscape of overlapping trees and emerald groves. The tranquil squirrels and deer drift carefully along the thick branches and bubbly bushes. Evan's pointing finger drags everyone to shoot to the windows, a breath of relaxation washing over us once our eyes meet the mirroring water of the river running through jagged, copper rocks. "It's beautiful." Kitty sighs. "Yeah," I answer so quietly as if part of me was too proud to admit it. The bus swerves gently around the path until we reach an opened dirt entrance with four cabins surrounding it. A low chime comes from my phone informing me of my lack of service. Luckily, I packed a hotspot box, but part of me still felt anxious about not having access to my files. I feel... vulnerable, more than usual. A sudden stop jolts me forward, signaling the others to get up. I am the last to step out and fall into the line formed at the side of the bus.

A grizzly man walks in front of the long line of students, "You will be taking 20-mile hikes, rappelling 200-foot cliffs and crossing treacherous water with no more than a rope and all the courage you can muster! Do you read me?!"

"Yes, Sergeant Hawk!" the students yell out.

"I said do you read me?!"

"YES SIR, SERGEANT HAWK SIR!"

"Scott sumner!"

"Summers, Sir."

"Well, Summers-"

I tap along my phone, trying to tune out all the yelling until I feel an elbow jab me. Evan looks down at my phone and quickly to the side, warning signs in his eyes. I follow his eyes to the grizzly man who is staring at me with rage.

"It was clear that there are to be NO electronics allowed." he towers over me, the shade from his hat cooling me down.

"Oh no, no. I'm not with them." I smile pointing at the others.

"Oh, so you're with the other team?" Sergeant Hawk asks.

"Other team?" I glance over and see the brotherhood composed of Lance, Pietro, Todd and bob all looking as pathetic as the files I have on them.

I snort, "No, absolutely not with them."

Sergeant Hawk snatches my phone. "In that case, Xavier didn't mention anything about the Queen of England coming, so you are to fall in line like everyone else!" his spit lands on my face as he turns, my phone locked in his grip. "Oh okay, you just hold on to that one then!" I groan with a fake smile. I kneel and unhook the second phone from the side of my boot.

"As I was saying . Because of Scott Summer's scholastic achievements at Baville high, he will be your team leader. " Sergeant Hawk stares at me again, wide-eyed as I tap along my backup phone. "Did you not hear a thing I just said?!" He gets in my face again.

"Sir, I'm sure Charles Xavier sent you an email about my the extent of my 'involvement'. You can even use my phone to check! I promise you that I'm not involved in all," I flay my hand around, "This."

Sergeant Hawk raises his brow, the lines around his mouth weighing down.

"I mean this place is quaint, with all your dirt," I shift my foot, accidentally sprinkling some onto his boots, "and uh... you."

He yanks the second phone from me, "If I see another phone come out of god knows where your entire team is doing 500 sit-ups. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

My brows narrow and I wipe the spit from my bare shoulder, "Transparently."

"You have 10 minutes to stow your gear in your cabins! Go, go, go!"

"Ugh, I'm not going to last one day here!" Kitty complains, sitting on her luggage.

"You?! I'm a city boy, I wasn't built for this." Even joins.

"What did ve ever do to deserve this?" Kurt groans.

"Enough complaining." I stomp ahead, my duffle bag swung uncomfortably over my shoulder, " let's just get this over with."

"Here, let me get that for you." Kurt rushes over and gently removes the duffle bag from my arm. I glare at him, " Next time you convince me to go somewhere, make sure it has wifi that I can actually use."

"Sorry." he mutters.

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"You will be racing to the top of Mt. Humiliation to retrieve a flag I had placed at the top. "Cakewalk!" The silver-haired boy steps up, "You watching pretty girl?" he turns and winks at me.

"Ugh." I groan. If all of these exercises weren't enough, Pietro's constant flirting was driving me near insanity.

"Not if I get there first." Kurt smiles proudly.

Mutants are all the same. They think just because their abilities allow them to cheat through life that everyone else is stuck with the short straw.

"Everyone in your team needs to make it to that mountain!" Sergeant Hawk growls, "And I want a picture as proof!"

"Like, that's if they don't cheat first." Kitty hisses at the brotherhood.

"Hey, we could beat you guys without our powers," Lance shouts, mostly directed at Scott.

"Alright, a fair game, no powers. Come on, guys!" Scott shouts.

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We all run for miles along the mountain, until gradually we slow to a jog, "Sooo, like what's my favorite food." Kitty asks me.

"Are we still playing this game?" I huff, weaving the sweaty tangles out of my hair. "Come on! It's like so boring."

I sigh, giving in, " Hummas and pickle quesadilla, as bizarre as that sounds."

"Ooh, do me next." Rogue chimes in.

Before I can answer Jean interrupts, "I don't get what so cool about knowing all our favorite foods are."

She walks past me, bumping into my shoulder nervously.

"Is it that hard to impress you... Miss. Phoenix?"

She stops, "how did you-"

"Trust me, I know more about you than you ever will." I return the hostile bump and walk ahead of the girls, trailing behind Scott, Kurt, and Evan.

"Kurt pop up and see if the flag is still there."

Kurt turns, smiles briefly at me and then at Jean who is distracted, "Are you sure Jean will be okay vit that?"

"Don't you want to win?" Scott persuades.

"Figures." I butt in, scraping the dirt from my painted nails.

Scott and Kurt look at me with drooping eyes, "Oh am I in your way?" I ask and raise my wrists.

"If you could just step back like two feet," Scott asks nicely or at least tried to.

My eyes narrow and I realize... this is why Xavier wanted me to come here so badly. To neutralize them. Like I care if they cheat.

I take a giant step back and signal for Kurt to teleport.

"The flag is still there," he shouts as he reappears within seconds.

"Good," Scott hands Evan a rope, "forget climbing, spike this up."

"Uh, you sure?"

Scott glares at Evan.

"You look sure to me." Evan steps away from me and hurtles a spike into the cliff above.

Jean makes her entrance and glares at Scott as he hands her the rope. She climbs freehand and the others follow, taking their sides with Jean or the rope. I stare at the top that distorts as my vision blurs.

"Are you okay?" Scott grabs my hand.

"I'm not exactly a fan of heights."

"Oh." he looks at the steep cliff and then back at me. "Come here."

I watch him bend down and unexpectedly hook his arms around the back of my knees, pulling me against his back. "Hold on tight."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I nearly choke him as he begins to climb, nails digging deeper into his chest. He never complained though, but by how Jean snarled at me I can tell she wasn't too happy about this predicament.

"You are too kind, Scott." I thank.

"Anytime, Violet. That's what a team is for."

I am taken back, absolutely speechless.

We reach the top and Scott lowers me down softly, holding me steady until he's comfortable my queasiness is gone.

"HELP!" screams come from ahead, jolting us to investigate. I watch from a distance as the X-men rush into action, pulling the brotherhood out from a crumbling mine, being told to keep my distance several times. Their powers working in perfect sync, all unique... all useful.

A hand shocks me out of my depressive episode as Rogue pulls me to follow the others to the top of the mountain.

They all thank each other, leaving me in the distance to regain my breath. "Violet!" Someone shouts. They are all posing for a picture, signaling me to join. I cautiously squeeze in, arms folded, leaning away as the flash blares.

"Hey! Its the X-jet!" Evan yells pointing at the blackbird hovering above us. Storm walks out, "The Professor needs your help!"

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Snarling and crashing comes from the danger room as we all rush to stop The Juggernaut, both Brotherhood and Xmen. We jump through a hole in the wall watching as Wolverine dodges the Juggernauts attacks. I watch as Kitty and Rogue lift each other up to unhinge the Juggernauts helmet, failing the first time. Kurt teleports onto him, successfully unhinging one latch before being flung to the wall beside me.

"He's too strong!" someone yells.

I place my hand on Kurt's head as he regains consciousness, "I'm okay." he groans, leaning into my touch.

"Sorry kid." Logan's raspy voice comes from behind me as he forcibly flings me across the floor, right underneath the Juggernaut. I scream and block my face as he readies to strike me.

The giant Iron rod in his hands causes him to tumble back as all his strength is drained by my bands. "Impossible." he roars, staring at his hands and then at me. Suddenly, Pietro, Scott, and Logan tackle him and remove the helmet. Logan grabs me and slides me rapidly across the smooth granite floor away from Professor Xavier.

I turn back seeing the Juggernaut passed out and everyone begin to cheer. It takes me a moment to get up and without warning I stomp over to Logan who looks at me confused, opening his hand to apologize. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

SMACK

The blood in my hand pumps from the sudden sting, Logan's face in shock as he touches the perfect red handprint across his cheek. "You have the AUDACITY to throw me into danger like a ragdoll?!" I scream, the Xmen and Brotherhood taking a step back. He grips the side of his cheek, "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would." he groans, chuckling.

"And YOU!" I point at Xavier, "Don't you ever use me as a tool to neutralize your students again! Forge better have a lead on how to get these damn things off because I want out of this Horror House!"

I stomp off hearing only silence from behind me.

(Chapter Four will be posted Wednesday, June 19, 2019)

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Title: Know It All Chapter 4

Nightcrawler fanfic x OC

(I do not own the X-men or the photos/gifs).

The cushions squeak as I toss and turn on the medical bed. My clothes feel warm as I continuously straighten them out, my shaking foot wrinkling them after every time.

“Rest your arms above your head, please,” Forge asks as he gently guides them, giving them a small squeeze once they are in place. “And try not to move.” He places a steady hand on my leg.

I try to distract myself by glancing around the room, the blue-tile illudes into vibration as the machine rumbles, powering up. I look up as Forge walks to the thin, circular x-ray machine towering over me. I’ve always hated anything associated with hospice settings; makes me feel like someone knows something before I can.

“I’m only going to move your wrists across, okay?” he reassures me.

The bed jolts into a steady backward motion stopping just after my fingertips are completely passed the machine. “Make sure you don’t move.”

The whirling noises of the mechanism fill the nearly empty, spotless room; only a simple desk and the x-ray machine offer me comfort to the unknowing results. Silence follows the rumbling of the machine as it shuts down and my body starts to ich, but I stay still.

“Huh.” Forge mumbles.

“What is it? Can I move?” I ask leaning pointlessly towards him.

“Not yet.”

He says nothing more.

The smell of my deodorant and the tingles in my armpits cause me to look back and forth from Forge to the x-ray machine. Forge rubs his chin and furrows his brows.

“Are you going to tell me or what?” I ask loosening my muscles.

“It’s not picking up anything.”

“What do you mean?”

I jump out of the medical bed and to the monitor with the captured pictures. Forge points at one of them, “See that? Those are your normal hand bones.” He trails passed the large gap, “and those are your normal arm bones.” He draws a circle in the middle with his fingers, “these empty gaps are your wrists.”

“Clarify.”

“Well, considering that this specific machine can scan through metals, stones, you name it, it means one of two things. One, your flesh isn’t completely attached to the bands, otherwise, it would show it inter-webbed into bones. Which is good and we just need to figure out a way to unclip them.”

“And the other?”

Forge lets out a sigh, “Or the bands are just not allowing the x-ray to show passed them. Meaning that- ”

“That cutting my hands off isn’t completely off the table.”

“Yeah. I might be able to tinker a bit with the x-ray, maybe get it to show us a little more. It’s pretty state of the art but I could hook up a calibrated-”

“How long will it take?”

“About a week or two.”

“A week?!”

“…or two.”

My jaw clenches involuntarily, “And that’s the best you can do?”

“Well if I could use my powers- you know the ones you hate so much-I could be a lot quicker, Your Highness!”

I flinch as he associates me with ‘hate’ and I quickly straighten my posture, “Get it done. I expect results by the end of the day.”

He scoffs as I return to my station. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “I hope Kurt’s okay.” I hear Kitty mutter.

I enter the kitchen and see Kitty and Scott sharing a conversation.

“Hey, Violet.” Scott greats.

“Hey, is something wrong with Kurt?” I ask in a hardened voice, with more force than needed.

“Tabetha and Kurt were messing around during rescue training on the cliff and Kurt ended up hitting his head and taking a dive,” Scott explains, “Logan jumped in after him and he was NOT happy.”

Kitty chimes in, “Seriously, Tabetha needs to, like, chill.”

“Yeah, but Kurt encouraged her. They could have gotten a lot more hurt, or worse.” Scott chokes.

“Where is he now?” I ask sympathetically.

“Storm took him to the infirmary, to do a checkup.” Kitty offers.

I turn and stare at the doorway, unsure why I can’t quite move.

“You can go see him, you know,” Kitty states with a sultry tone, “might make him feel better.”

“I might do that.”

As I leave the kitchen I start to feel a pinch in my stomach. I’ve been talking to the students a lot more over the past few days and it’s unsettling. However, I’ve managed to keep my distance from Logan since he hasn’t properly apologized for hurtling me at the rampaging Juggernaut during our last encounter. I keep reminding myself that I am only here temporarily; forming relationships, even enemies is a waste of time. I know all of this. I know what my goal is and what I must do to make Sanctuary grow and to face my father again. I need to stay focused. So why am I outside the Infirmary?

I hear Kurt’s chirpy accent from beyond the door, “I’m fine, really!”

Storm’s voice responds, “Alright, but take these before bed to be sure.”

I open the door slowly to avoid interrupting them, but the croaking of the door’s hinges bring their eyes on me like a spotlight. They both stare, wide-eyed and tightening their posture. Storm tries to smile at me so I try not to notice her taking several steps away. “Get well, Kurt,” she states and walks out, avoiding my gaze.

“Hey, Violet.” Kurt finally says. I look his face over, warmed by the strands of blue fur and yellow eyes. I trail up and down his jawline and see the small bandage on his temple hiding a purple gash where he must have hit his head in the accident. “Are you alright?” I ask biting the inside of my cheek. “You heard?” he rubs the back of his neck, looking away from me, “I’m fine, it’s nice of you to worry.”

“I wasn’t!” I choke out. Our eyes lock. “I mean, I know you were okay. You’re stronger than you look.” I finish.

Kurt just blinks at me.

“Is what I meant,” I say quieter.

He smiles and gets up, grazing my hip with the back of his hand. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not before he starts to speak, “It does suck though, I got grounded so now I can’t go to the carnival that is in town.”

“Carnival? Consider yourself lucky then, they are rigged and irrational for the use of entertainment.” I chuckle.

“You… don’t like them?” he asks, his chest giving out.

“Uh well, I never had the pleasure of going. Were you going to go with someone?”

“I was going to ask someone on a date there.”

“Oh.” I swallow hard, “I know Tabetha is pretty, Kurt, but maybe be careful of going out with a girl that calls herself 'Boom Boom’.”

“Why would I think Tabetha is pretty?” “Look I’m not saying you shouldn’t like her, just take it from someone who knows everything about anyone and just be careful around her.”

“I wasn’t going to ask Tabetha-” My phone chimes before I can register what he said.

“Actually, I wanted to ask-”

My phone screen taps into the entrance camera and shows a man I’ve never seen walking into the mansion. “I’ll be back…” I whisper and walk straight towards the main hall. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I creep along the hall, hearing the conversation ahead, coming from the main stairway. “This is the last run we have to do, sweetheart.” A man coos.

“That’s what you said last time!” Tabetha’s voice struggles. I hide behind the doorway, the light from the curtains hitting my shoulder as I lean over. A rugged man with greys peaking out of his sideburns and chin stubble is holding Tabetha by the wrist.

The closer they got to each other the more I noticed how similar they were. “Meet me by the alleyway next to the building and be sure to bring what I told you and I promise we can go away together and be a family again.” The man bargains.

Tabetha’s silence prompts me to come out and face them, “is something wrong here?” They both turn to me, Tabetha’s eyes lining with water.

“No, nothing, I just came to check on my daughter.” The man smiles, “see you tonight.” With that he walks out of the mansion, leaving Tabetha shaken. “Going somewhere?” I ask. She tries to speed away, but I catch her by the arm.

“What?!” she yells, yanking her arm out of my grasp. Some of her colorful hair clips hang by broken gold strands and smudged blue eyeshadow blend with the redness in the corners of her eyes.

“I’ll make it quick,” I coldly state, “Don’t involve Kurt in any more of your recklessness.” She stomps away without another word. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Kurt’s POV

The cold wind evens out the warmth from the orange-hued sunset, bouncing off the carnival lights that flicker on like parts of a caterpillar. The past week has been nothing but daydreams of Violet and I enjoying the 'rigged’ games and 'childish’ rides. To be honest, I think the fact that Violet dislikes things like carnivals makes her more attractive to me. Something about her maturity, but she always seems like she is too serious and needs to relax. If I wasn’t grounded, I’d drag her to that carnival and make sure she knew what it was like to let her hair down occasionally.

Maybe I’d be the one to win a kiss in the end… Ah, snap out of it! There is no way she would want someone like me. I should be grateful she comes as close as she does.

“Contemplating the laws of physics, blue?” a familiar voice comes from behind me. I turn, not altering my perched position on the balcony.

“Tabetha? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to apologize for ruining your plans to ask Violet to the carnival.” I smile weakly, “Trust me, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to ask her.”

“Why not?” She asks leaning on the stone balcony.

“Because I’m like this and she’s beautiful, smart, independent.”

“Cocky, rude, bossy.” Tabetha mimics.

“I’d say she was confident and assertive. She’s… normal.” Tabetha scoffs,

“Right! A girl who can hack into any camera and microphone to know all our dirty secrets is normal.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Is she normal, Kurt? Or do her bands just make YOU feel normal?”

There is a long pause as I think about my answer, finally, I whisper, “She makes me feel normal. But she’ll never feel remotely attracted to me.”

“What happened to 'chicks dig the fuzzy dude?” she jokes.

I frown, “I’m not dumb. I know where my leagues are.”

“Hmm. You know what will help?” she nods her head over to the horizon. I look over, trying to figure out what she meant.

“What?” She nods again. I look in the same direction and only see the carnival. “Oh. OH!” I smile wide, but then remember, “If we get caught, we’ll be in even more trouble.”

“That’s the fun part.” Tabetha smiles, grabbing my hand. Without reasoning with my better nature, I Bamf us away from my room. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Violet’s POV Tonight has me more restless than usual. Perhaps it is the thin air in the subbasement or the fact that ever since the x-ray this morning, my wrist has been uncontrollably itchy. Loud snoring comes from behind me. I turn and see Forge still passed out on his work table in the corner. Maybe it is the obnoxious snoring that started over an hour ago that’s been keeping me up.

I tap along my keyboard, reading through the psychiatric tests on the volunteers in Sanctuary. Nisha has been more than capable of sending me all the information, including physical tests Bronco provides; they even state that they like being taught basic self-defense. Most of them passed our standards, no alcohol use, no drug use, no criminal history; decent people who’ve been dealt crappy cards. Most were homeless or lived in poverty from the amount of money the government robs from them. I’m eager to recruit mutants next. The idea of them coexisting sends me into relief. That was always the plan: give to the people, not rob them. I flip through old, depressing drivers license photos of the volunteers and compare them to the new Sanctuary I.D. taken upon acceptance. “They’re smiling.” I lean back enjoying the feeling of accomplishment before checking my emails.

Empty.

I’m not surprised since my father hacked most of my contacts and is pretending to be me as I speak. Luckily I am still able to sell and buy information I come across. I scan over the files on my desktop 'Avengers’, 'Shield’, 'Thrask’, 'Deadpool’, among dozens of others. Finally, I stare at the newly added file, 'Xmen’. I shut my monitors off and relax for a moment, letting my mind drift. Oddly enough, the first to come to mind is Kurt.

I bite my lip as Tabetha’s involvement begins to worry me. My gut twists and I glance over to another monitor that I use to tap into phone calls, text messages, and emails. I sigh, “It’s none of my business. It’s none of my business.” I close my eyes and calm my breathing. “It’s none of my-” The image of her and Kurt… together shock my eyes open. The next thing I know I’m hacking into Tabetha’s phone records. “I’m such a horrible person,” I grumble and open her recent message from an unknown number.

Unknown #: You going to bring our secret weapon? Tabetha: I don’t want to do this…

Unknown #: It will be quick, they won’t even notice it’s gone until morning and by then we will be long gone.

Tabetha: and what about Kurt?

Unknown #: Leave that to me.

My eyes widen, “Kurt? What is she doing with Kurt?!” I yell as I flip through earlier footage of all the cameras in the mansion simultaneously. “That’s the fun part.” I stop at the end of the footage showing Tabetha and Kurt on his balcony disappear in a puff of smoke. “I knew it.” I grab my tablet and rush to find Xavier, hopefully, we aren’t too late.

-Thank you for reading. feel free to post any comments :)

(chapter 5 will be posted on Friday, June 21, 2019)

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Know It All: Xmen evolution fanfic Chapter Two

Title: Know It All

Chapter two

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif, I do not claim to own any Marvel characters ).

He takes a moment and drinks his own tea. "It is an extreme risk having you here. A girl with no powers, but yet has complete control over all of us here. And then there is the issue of how you found us and how you know all about each of my students and myself." "I'm a girl of many talents." I simply state. "It appears so, but to the matter at hand if the wrong person were to get their hands on your technology," He points at my wrists, "We could be looking at a catastrophic event for mutants all over the world." Somehow I feel like he is talking to himself more then he is to me. I watch as his eyes begin to wander into the ripples of his tea; strangely his stern look reminds me of my own father- well Dominic to me now. I swallow hard, trying to deal with the situation step by step without melting into a pool of tears. I bring the cup to my lips in the hope the scorching water will shock my composure back into place.

Charles Xavier's eyes flick to mine, "But if you were to stay here...." I choke slightly on my tea, "I beg your pardon?" "Hear me out." He offers. "If you stay here in my school perhaps we can both achieve what we desire. I have a student here by the name of Forge, he may be able to put a dent into those bracelets of yours." "I hope you mean figuratively, I have to admit chopping my hands off are at the end of my list of attempts." I sarcastically laugh. He joins me in a laugh, "I must request that you limit your time around the students, at least when they are in training sessions." "Of course. Funny, I have a request of my own." "Oh?" "I have a... business, all handled online. As long as I have access to it from here I will comply with your rules and stay locked up here. As long as you do all you can to get these damn things off me, of course."

He ponders for a moment.

"Alright Miss, Ashbourne." he sticks out his hand for mine, "You've got a deal, welcome to the X-men."

"Woah, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I didn't even bring a resume."

He chuckles lightly and rests back in his wheelchair, "But I must ask, what is this business of yours? I must know if my students will be safe."

"I completely understand your caution and if you must know I am a hacker. I work within channels, gathering information; a keeper of secrets if you will. "

"Earlier... you said you're 16?"

"And you're the most powerful mutant of all?" I chuckle before continuing, "I have a Ph.D. in programming; my age is simply a means of a host. Point is, what I do is dangerous, but I am very careful in how I handle my network and will ensure that your students will not suffer the consequences of my business."

Xavier nods and begins to wheel away, signaling me to follow. We begin to walk into the foyer and towards the elevator, "You'll be able to set up in the commutations room down in the second sub-basement."

We step into the elevator and I feel my arm pulled gently as he examines the metal, "it is extraordinary."

"It is a means to an end," I state and walk out as soon as the doors open again.

Once down in the basement, Xavier guides me through the silver halls with doors lined with Xs. I felt an urge to discover every room, but withstood the temptation as we are greeted by a young man dressed in a sweater vest and slacks, "hey professor," He stares at me with bubbly eyes for a moment, "uh-."

"I hope you don't mind, Forge, but Violet will be setting up her station down here with you."

"Wait, what? I- hi- no offense, but this place is cramped enough as it is," he protests, trying to get in front of the professor as he wheels in front of a large circled projector in the center of the room. Behind are several monitors, a walkway with a railing and an empty room just to the left of it. "Professor, I just got these monitors installed and ready so-"

"So I will make good use of them." I smile.

Forge turns to me, annoyed that I finished his sentence without his consent. "Who the heck are you?" he asks sarcastically, easily showing he didn't actually care.

Before I am able to introduce myself Xavier wheels next to him, "This is Violet Ashbourne, she will be working with us as we help her with a personal dilemma."

"Oh, what are your powers?" The way Forge's domineer changed as he asked that question irritated me as if I had to be a mutant and nothing else. "Knowledge." I simply say as I swallow my pride.

"So, like, you're super smart?"

I roll my eyes and walk up the small stairway up to the monitors. "This will do nicely professor." He nods, "Perfect, you may take the room to your left and Forge will temporarily bunk with one of our other X-Men."

"Do I not get a say in this?" Forge stares at me. I couldn't tell if he was angry or shy. I lean over the railing, the blue, transparent light of the circle projector highlighting my face, "I will be as quiet as I wish you were, do not worry."

"Huh, that's comforting, I think."

Xavier spoke up, "The others will be here soon-"

"I'm not an X-Man, introducing me to them will not be necessary," I state plainly, looking back at the monitors.

"We do not know how long you will be here and I would rather them be aware of a power neutralizing girl in our basement. Plus, you said you would abide by my rules."

I sigh, remembering what I had said,"Yes, the boys especially, I assume, will be the most interested."

Xavier chuckled as he noticed Forge staring at me with goo-goo eyes. "Ehem."

"W-what?" Forge asks hazily.

"Catch him up on your problem, will you? I must contact a friend."

"Is it Logan?" I ask hoping for a reaction.

As he wheels out of the room, he stops in the doorframe, "you outta be a telepath."

I grin and look back at Forge who is still stuck between annoyance and boyish hormones. "So, you're not a mutant?"

I sigh and begin to explain in a quick, simplified matter, "A bad man kidnaped me and attached these metal bands to my skin. These bands neutralize mutant powers with a kind of interference, I do not understand the complete technology considering I was in pain for the entire process. Point being: I need you to get them off."

"Why did he do that to you?"

I thought for a moment, "That will remain my business."

"Oh, uh okay. Let me just finish some stuff and I will take a look."

I agreed and went to the monitors to pull up my mobile access to Sanctuary. I immediately see a message from Nisha, 'Moriarty has gone underground, we can't find much of his whereabouts.'

I reply harshly, 'I want him found at any costs I don't care how many of his men you need to kill.'

I lock my messages, not caring whether or not she had answered.

I need to find him before he can find me.

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The information running across my monitors prove extremely interesting. I hear Forge's muttering as he tinkers on the other side of the room, next to the door, on his workbench, cramped between the boxes of my things. I glance behind me to see his back to me, hunched over. I stare at his arm that switched from one form to the next as he constantly blew his shoulder-length hair to the side. I watch the brief video of him appearing from a room in Bayville high, accompanied by a blue figure. I tap on my keyboard to the next X-Men and find Katherine- Kitty- Pride, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Evan Daniels, Anna Marie (goes by rogue, I'll have to remember that) and Kurt Wagner-

"Will all X-Men please meet me in my office." Professor Xavier's voice blasts through the speakers of the mansion, interrupting Forge and I. The door opens and closes as Forge walks out, but I scramble to take the opportunity of privacy and call Nisha and Bronco.

I use my free hand to sneak a small bug into the mansion's system, locking the door at my will to ensure no one interrupts me.

"Boss, what's going on we were waiting for your call." Nisha says as Bronco tries to squeeze into the frame.

"Looks like I will be bunking with the X-Men for a while. In the meantime follow my experimental instructions and send me the information on how our newest citizens are adjusting."

"Are you sure being in a house full of mutants is a good idea, especially because of your situation?"

"I have a plan."

"Don't you always?" Nisha smiles, siding with me. Bronco steps toward the camera, "The subjects responded well to the training and setting of the city so far. To be honest I think they are just glad to have warm sheets and good food."

"Glad to hear it. Sanctuary is to be a place for the people, not tyrants, make sure you use our funds wisely and feed as many mouths as you can."

"I have to ask- how are you raising all this money, boss?"

"Information is as valuable as a life and there are those who offer their souls for it."

Nisha speaks up, " Be careful, boss, you have enough enemies at the moment."

Before I am able to answer Bronco sighs, "Speaking of offering up your soul- how is the search for the Admiral?"

I frown, "Unfortunately, I've had to put it on hold. The information I acquired from the commander is enough to keep our heads above water for now. We will continue the search once the matter with Moriarty are dealt with and I can return home." They look at each other with concern as I finish my sentence as if hiding something. "The radio, is it safe?" Bronco asks.

I fiddle with the chain of my necklace, "Completely."

"And what of your father? You think he will let you back into Purgatory after what happened?"

I hear the door behind me beep, "Huh? Did she lock the door?- Professor!" I hear Forge whine after he attempted to open the door.

I turn back to Nisha and Bronco, "I have to go, my lock isn't going to hold for long. Contact me through my computers, not via cell phone. Nisha I want Moriarty found and tabs on my father. Bronco, I want Sanctuary filled with new subjects."

"She locked the door." I hear Forge whine again.

"Boss, don't you think one of us should be there-" I cut Bronco off and shut down the call as soon as I hear the door unlock and slide open. I turn to see the professor followed by a group of teenagers, "Something wrong with the door?" he asks sarcastically. I make my way around the ramp and step in front of all of them.

"Must have gotten stuck," I answered coyly. The professor smirks and I look at the X-Men, mostly at the fuzzy faces of the boys. "Nice." Evan simply whispers to the blue-haired boy- the only one I didn't recognize, but my, was he handsome. A red-headed girl steps in front of the others, "Nice to meet you I'm-"

"Jean Grey." I finish rudely, leaving her in shock. "Do we know each other?-"

I begin to point at each of them, obviously bored, "Scott, Kitty, Evan, Rogue-" I stop as they all stare at me, "Forgive me, I just hate introductions."

I glance at the unknown boy, "But I must admit, I do not know your name." My voice is more flirty then intended. He just stared at me, slack-jawed until Scott elbowed him, "Ah! Ja, My name is Wagner- Kurt. Vell Kurt is my first name."

As he rambles my eyes widen and I glance back at my monitors, "You can change your form?"

He seems to get a bit fidgety and uncomfortably embarrassed, "You know how I look?" He said it so quietly that I could hear my heart break from how self-conscious he sounded.

"Only from what I've seen in cameras."

"Cameras?" Kitty perked up.

"I can gain entrance into a lot of city cameras, even personal ones if I want."

"No way!" Evan smiled, moving Kurt to the side a bit.

A long sigh comes from the professor as he reels in their attention, "This is Violet Ashbourne."

"How do you know who we are?" Scott asks as he towers over me. I smile, "Trust me, just assume I know everything."

"Okay, what is my power?" Kitty asks.

"You have the ability to phase through solid matter."

"Are you sure you're not just a telepath?" Jean asks.

Uncontrollably, I glare at her, "Some people have to work to gain information."

Jean is taken by my sudden hostility and Xavier quickly notices, changing the subject almost immediately, "Violet is a human, skilled in hacking and other talents."

I stand up straight, trying to look proud of my humanity. "Violet I was hoping to convince you to go to a summer camp with the students, perhaps bond a bit."

Xavier took me by surprise, "I'm sorry, come again? I told you I have no interest in being anyone's friend. The sooner you get these things off the sooner you can be rid of me."

He is silent and motions for Forge to come forward. He examines my wrists, "man these are wedged on here pretty good."

"I'd be disappointed if they weren't, considering all the pain I had to go through."

Forge holds out his hand, I didn't understand what he was doing. he looks at his arm and chuckles uncomfortable, "oh yeah, no powers."

"Makes you feel vulnerable, doesn't it?" Part of me regrets how I said that as soon as the others look a bit hurt.

The professor took the others back upstairs after seeing my reactions and Forge spent hours examining and writing notes. Soon after midnight, he had receded upstairs to sleep and left me alone.

I can't sleep, I can barely breathe easily without thinking of how much betrayal I had recently endured over a course of these past days. The black Monitors are the only thing keeping me company. The more I keep analyzing it the more I feel like a knife is stabbing me in the stomach. Finally, I get up and make my way upstairs, trying to find the kitchen based on the blueprints I hacked a few hours ago. Soon after finding the kitchen I quietly rummage through the cupboards and find a kettle and bagged earl grey. Not my favorite, but under circumstances is doable.

I sit alone until the stove and microwave clocks read 1:43. Dozing off became easier the later it became until I got startled by a gust of wind and cloud of black dust, followed by an overpowering scent of brimstone. Kurt, the real Kurt, yawns lazily in front of me, unaware of my presence. Payback came quickly as I spoke, scaring him out of his fur. "So that's how you look, the cameras only show so much." His embarrassment bounces off the silence, "Violet, You're still up?"

I nod, looking into the murky water in my mug.

"Can't sleep?" his accent becomes sweeter.

"There's a lot on my mind," I say, receding into my antisocial bubble.

It was so quiet after a few minutes I thought he had left until a cup was set down next to me. Kurt hopped onto the stool and swiveled a bit to adjust himself, "Zhen it is lucky you don't need beauty sleep."

I raised my brow and look at him, amused.

The fur around his cheeks turns a slight tint of pink as he sips his tea. "You know what would go good with this?" he gets up before I can guess and reaches into a cabinet, pulling out a package of untouched cookies. "I managed to hide them from Evan." he places them between our mugs as he returns to his stool. After a while I give in and take one, munching on it as I listen to Kurt swallowing his third one. "You know everything about me?" He asks.

"As much as the cameras can show. Creepy I'm sure." I admitted.

"Have you seen how I look?" he laughed self deprecatingly.

I really didn't know what to say, or how to lighten the moment, I've never spent so much time engaged in a conversation with someone my age.

So instead I said nothing.

"How did you become so powerful?"

My head snapped to him, "Trust me, I'm not even close, but one day I will be."

"I hope so."

"Why?"

He stares at the cookie in his three-fingered hand, "because humans are just as powerful as mutants."

My chest begins to heat up, amazement running up the thin hairs of my arms.

"Are you coming with us to camp tomorrow?" Kurt asks completely changing the subject.

"I don't think it is my place," I say truthfully.

"It might help you clear your head if you take a step back."

I thought for a moment.

He has a point.

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The next morning I can't believe what I am doing. With a duffle bag and fading nostalgia from last night, I am facing a grinning Xavier and a loading bus. "I am so glad you changed your mind about the camping trip."

"That makes one of us." I groan as my eyes meet Kurt who is helping to load the bus. Xavier, without turning smiles smugly, "Or two." he mutters, referring to Kurt. "I am just going on this trip because I need to clear my head. The moment I get back I expect Forge to be making progress."

"It is our top priority."

I stutter angrily, "yeah, in case you forgot."

Gripping my duffle bag I carefully hand it to Kurt who gently lays in with the other bags. I can't help but stare at how the maroon shirt complements his skin tone, not to mention his toned arms. While he is in his human form I feel less comfortable, like it isn't him from last night.

The moment the bus begins to leave the school grounds I am reminded of how much I missed from high school. I spent most of the time studying and learning, because of my family's low social status I had to ensure my financial aid and scholarships paid for my degrees. I never went on field trips or sat with a boy on a bus. That was, of course, before I found The 'Commander' and the radio.

The X-men are considerably accepting towards me and converse the entire time, well, all except for Jean.

(Chapter three will be posted on Monday, June 17,2019)

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