#this. and Enemy. and nightcrawler

[tripandfalllol]

All i know is listen to green day and draw nightcrawler

[boombaloon]

Did I ever told you I like this?

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[bdystchers]

jake gyllenhaaal ★

[filmdaya]

starring Jake Gyllenhaal

[movietitlescollection]

[darkofanfiction]

Yall I had a dream I was acting in a movie with Jake!!! I was horrible though and lowkey deserved the little playful jabs I got from him 🤣

But of course before I could improve MY BROTHER WOKE ME UP! Ugh 😩

[thehmn]

I sometimes get asked if Scandinavian countries have cryptids like Big Foot and Mothman, and not just old folklore creatures like elves and trolls, and though I’m sure there are some they must to be very local because I haven’t heard about any.

I think Americans have to understand that your Frogmen, Nightcrawlers and Jersey Devils are your folklore creatures. You’re in the process of making your own folklore and I think that’s beautiful. Now you just have to get creative with it and imagine what type of culture those creatures have, the same way Scandinavians imagined trolls and gnomes to be enemies because gnomes protects houses and churches, or how the long-breasted troll/elf women Slattenpatte were hunted by the dark hunting party of the night, and of course the elf king sometimes had parties where he invited all the other creatures.

You need to imagine Big Foot and Mothman having tea parties where the nightcrawlers aren’t invited because they only drink soda or something.

[somewherewithouttaxes]

Well if u insist, can we get some brain rot romantic relationship headcanons of Gambit and Nightcrawler (separate) from X-Men 97??

Holy crap I don't know when you sent this in but I know it was an ungodly amount of time ago. I completely either didn't see it or looked at it and said "I'll do this later" and did, in fact, NOT do it later.

Geez, I'm so sorry. You get a free mozzarella stick for your multi-month wait.

You asked for brain rot, but I'm gonna give you both brain rot and sincere headcanons for both. I can't believe I haven't done headcanons for them on my own.

GAMBIT

serious

as much as I hate to admit it, he would keep you a secret for a while

if you know "Guilty as Sin?" vibes, that. He'll have that going on for at least the first month

you called him out on it, to which he didn't even realize he was doing it. He's so used to hiding his relations that it has become second nature to him. That, and he assumed it's what you wanted. He's still convinced that no one could ever tolerate/love a swamp rat such as he

if you don't communicate with this man, nothing will ever get done. I'm talking clearly worded contracts that have to be signed and notarized for every expectation in your relationship

will try so hard not to make things awkward surrounding Rogue, but that in itself makes it awkward

but he's trying

likes to track down physical copies of music you like

can and will cut/style your hair for you

for your first Valentine's Day, he would do all the most cheesy and cliche things a boyfriend could give/do for his person, just because he likes the novelty of it. He didn't have the type of teenagerhood where he could've been that cringey teenager type with Belladonna, so he's doing it now

that being said, when the second Valentine's and on comes around this man is locking. in.

he's setting up a private dinner for you two, either homemade or courtesy of a friend of a friend who owns a fine restaurant in the city

for fem!readers:

whether or not it's homemade depends on your mood/menstrual cycle

(he knows you get like 3x hornier when he home cooks for you, so if a holiday correlates with the right phase of your cycle he's gonna become gordon ramsay)

(but then that's also not to say he's squeamish about certain phases over the others. It's out of consideration for you and your self image)

anyway back to the show

brain rot

wants to be a sugar daddy so badly. He has sugar daddy blood in his veins. Too bad he has no more than $500 to his name

if someone invented a powder or something that could grant you material objects, he would snort it. And then he would use his snorted genie powder to wish you things into existence

he sugar daddy spoils you with physical affection, though

and food. The minute he doesn't jump up and launch into orbit at the request to make dinner with you, you know your relationship may actually be done for

if you don't like crayfish and/or shrimp, he'll stop eating it entirely for you. Because one time he ate shrimp a few minutes before kissing you and you tasted it and were uncomfortable. And it made him so sad to be the reason you were mildly uncomfortable

you tell him not to stop eating stuff he likes. Don't do that. That's silly (derogatory)

does he listen and/or care? No.

NIGHTCRAWLER

serious

would rather start World War 3 than say anything that's slightly not a compliment to/about you

Kurt is such a calm and generally peace-making guy, but the millisecond someone makes a derogatory comment about your body he will be in the trenches

if it's an enemy who's taunting/harassing you, that person will discover just how much of a weapon his tail can be

will change his diet for you without a second thought

cannot cut/style your hair for you if paid. Cannot if you and Rogue were being tied up and held at gunpoint. Cannot if you got on your knees and begged him with tears in your eyes. He can't do it.

he CAN shop for you, though

he picks up on what you like very quickly, especially if you're into fashion in any capacity

for Christmas and birthdays he always has two parts to his gift: one part something useful that you've proven you need, one part fun clothing that you've been dreamy-eyed staring at in the mall for weeks

scene: you're window shopping while walking down the sidewalk to a destination. You make a pit stop in one of your favorite clothing stores (for the aesthetic, but you could never buy anything). You ogle a few pieces and point them out to him. When you reach one that has you particularly entranced and smiling, he looks at the price tag. You basically slap it out of his hand and say "it's $75!"

"not it isn't."

you check again. "Yes, it is!"

"no it isn't."

and he buys it for you

if he has to/chooses to return to Germany for a trip or something, and you ask to go with him, he can and will whip out the ring he bought months ago and get down on one knee RIGHT THERE

brain rot

is one of those boyfriends to be like "this one's for you" when shooting a hoop and completely miss

you once had a can of La Croix because it was free and only stupid people don't consume free food/drink. He tasted it. And then considered whether or not breaking up with you was worth it

you introduced him to Oreos and now he's an Oreo fiend

had to have a few team members help him act out how to meet your parents in the days leading up to his first dinner with them because babygirl was so nervous

then ended up bamfing into the kitchen with fear and scaring your mom at the skillet. Rice and chicken went flying

if you live on Genosha with him (or went to the party with Magneto and Gang), he actually almost passed out when he saw your party outfit. Like eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell

caught himself though

then wanted to do some rated R things to you in said outfit, but didn't want to risk ruining your whole thing

Again, I'm so sorry for however long a wait that was. Please un-blacklist me if you're really serious like that. I don't know. There are all types of species of people on this god forsaken app.

please like, reblog, comment, all the things :)

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Hello can I request nightcrawler X2 x reader who’s also a mutant and new to the whole good guy thing after being left by magneto please! (also can you include admiring Kurt’s angelic symbols and getting him flustered and soft romance😽)

~Just How Fast Life Changes~

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None, I mean not really, I mention the end of X-2 but nothing bad.

Genre: fluff so much fluff- minor angst

Summary: You were so sure Magneto was always looking out for you it's almost devastating when he leaves you stranded, in an incoming flood. Luckily Charles always has a plan and a desire to help.

***

"Magneto!" You dash out of the underground base, having narrowly avoided those pesky X-men. Magneto and Mystique are in a helicopter that's barely off the ground. There's someone else with them but you don't recognize the kid. Mystique seems to see you long before Magneto does, but she doesn't drop the copter for you, in fact she looks directly at you as she takes the thing higher and higher into the air, leaving you stranded.

You're- shocked? You know Mystique never liked you much but she's never outrightly screwed you and this is screwing you in the most extreme sense. The dam is breaking and you're sure it's only a matter of moments before you find yourself face to face with the exact people you just avoided trying to escape in the first fucking place.

"God fuck her." You sigh to yourself. You should've got rid of her as soon as Magneto called you. You don't have time to dwell on it, you need a way out of here and fast. It's hard to hear but there's a faint crunching of snow behind you and you spin around in time to see the entire group of mutant brats coming directly your way. Shit.

"What'd you do with the fucking helicopter?!" One of them growls at you. The one with the claws. He's holding a child, otherwise you'd expect him to lunge at you.

"Nothing you asshole! Magneto took it."

"Aren't you on his side?" The redhead frowns.

"Well somebody didn't get that memo." You scoff. You don't know whether to feel angry or embarrassed. Here are your enemies looking at you with confusion because the people you came with left you to die.

"Are you out of your mind?!" The one with the weird glasses snaps his head to Charles. He's the only one whose name you know, since Magneto talked of him often. He must have said something, but you're not sure what would warrant that response.

"Scott-" the woman with white hair seems to be attempting to calm weird glasses- Scott she said? Calm him down.

"No fucking way she just tried to kill us!" He shouts back. Ah, so you're the topic of discussion that has him so up in arms.

Before anyone can make their case in opposition, a giant aircraft comes careening into the open snow behind you and you stumble out of the way towards the group to avoid being crushed by it. A ramp comes down at the back of the aircraft and you watch them pile into it- except the man with the claws. He takes the child he's holding into the woods first and you're not sure why because he returns shortly after to join the others.

"Hello." A voice says next to you and you jump back in surprise.

"Shit, you scared me." You say. It's another member of their weird little team. This one is blue, like Mystique, though it would appear he teleports, not like Mystique.

"They are arguing over whether or not we should take you with us." He says, you can't pinpoint his accent but you like the way some of his words have a z sound.

"Why are you telling me this?" You look at him skeptically.

"Because from what I have gathered the bald man has the last word and he says we take you which means we most likely will in which case the arguing is a waste of time that we do not have."

"I still don't get why you came to talk to me about this."

"Are you going to come with us?" He stares at you intently.

"Doesn't really seem like it's up to me."

"They can argue all they want but it means nothing if you will not board the craft, in which case I can tell them to leave. So are you going to come with us?"

"If I don't come I drown." You say.

"Do you want to drown?" He asks which- seems like an odd question but he asks it with a surprising amount of sincerity in both his voice and eyes.

"No."

"Then I will take you aboard. Make things quicker so we don't all die here." He says.

"The man with the weird glasses seems rather adamantly opposed to my being there." You say.

"Then that is a problem for the man with the weird glasses to solve for himself." He shrugs. "I will wrap my arms around you to teleport us back into the aircraft."

"Okay." You say. You have to remind yourself that this is your best chance of survival, whether you trust these people or not. The blue man slowly wraps his arms around you just as he said, he's careful and mindful of where he touches you, so are you. Suddenly you're in the aircraft with at least a dozen eyes on you.

"What the fuck, you brought her on board?!" Weird glasses goes again.

"We do not exactly have time to sit here arguing about it for 30 minutes."

"It won't matter who's on board if I can't get this damn thing to start!" The woman with the white hair is up at the front frantically pushing buttons and switching toggles on the aggressively complicated looking panel. Her statement gets weird glasses up to the front with her, trying to help you guess.

"Y/n." You hear quietly and snap your head, wondering who here could possibly know your name. Based on the amount of frenzied conversation as they all try to fix the thing before the dam bursts the only person not occupied enough to have called your name would be- Charles. You shuffle over to him, cautious, but curious as to why he called you.

"I am sorry for the chaos, and what has happened to you."

"I don't need your pity."

"It is not pity dear, it is empathy. Magneto and I were once close too. I understand the... shock of his betrayal when it comes."

"We don't need to have a heart-to-heart about anything okay I'm not sticking around." You tell him.

"Jean." He mutters, someone's name, it gets the attention of the others and you back away from him to avoid whatever is going on.

"Wait where's Jean?" The one with the claws asks.

"She's outside." Charles responds. That seems to get everyone into a frenzy. Weird glasses is yelling at the woman with white hair, she's desperately trying to do something, anything, but is unable to- you finally realize who is missing in the sea of unfamiliar nameless faces. The redhead.

Amongst the frenetic yelling you're able to pick up only a few things. She's controlling the ship, preventing them from saving her, she plans to sacrifice herself to get her friends out of here. It's chaos, they're all screaming over each other you can't even tell what anyone's saying, then the jet lifts, you can hear the rush of water just outside and next thing you know the man with the glasses is crying in the arms of the man with the claws, the woman with white hair is focused on flying but you don't even need to read her mind to see that she's also grieving. Even the kids all seem solemn. 

You're a bit shocked to witness this. They must really care about the red head and perhaps each other overall? It's interesting, as an outsider looking in and trying to understand their dynamics.

It takes a few hours to return to- wherever you are, from Alkali Lake. You do a quick scan of everyone's thoughts to get your bearings. The first thing you get is relief, but past that some information. New York. A mansion. They live here. So do the kids. The guy with the claws is first off the jet but he returns quickly, with a wheelchair. Must be for Charles. The other adults fuss over him as they transfer him from the jet to his chair. The kids shuffle out slowly and you climb out after everyone else. Everyone's just standing around for a moment, recalibrating themselves, settling their nerves you suppose.

"Y/n." Charles calls and your eyes widen, he's not even facing you. You walk over to him. "Come with me, I'd like to talk with you for a while." He says and the guy with the glasses starts to follow you. "Alone, Scott." Charles stops to toss over his shoulder.

"Professor, I really do not think that's a good idea." He says.

"I think I can handle this one son."

"Scott! Can I get your help over here?" The woman with white hair calls to him and he reluctantly walks to her and mutters something. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you slip into the mind of the blue one to hear the conversation as you follow Charles.

"I wish Jean was here-"

"She's not." The man with the claws says.

"But if she was she could at least listen and I'd feel much better about leaving the professor with-"

"Yeah well she's gone. And we're not going to waste time pondering the what ifs because it'd be disrespectful to her sacrifice. Now I need you to get it together, the kids are scared, they need us, and I can't do my job if I have to worry about whether or not you can do yours." The woman with white hair grits out quietly to weird glasses. She must be trying to avoid the kids hearing her. You're impressed, she's hurting but she refuses to let it slow her down.

"Wow she's tough." You mutter.

"You're snooping." Charles says with an almost imperceptible smile. You clear your throat and straighten yourself.

"Force of habit." You say sheepishly.

"I find that people respond better when you get to know them organically rather than through telepathy."

"Right."

"Then they usually let you rifle through their minds freely." He jokes, flashing a bright smile your way. You chuckle a bit.

"Ya don't say." You muse and he nods sagely. Charles pushes open a door to reveal what's clearly some sort of office.

"This is my office." He says.

"I gathered." You nod.

"I thought it'd be better to have a conversation here so you don't have to worry about the others."

"Okay."

"What's your plan?" He asks and you shrug.

"I don't have a plan. Or rather, Magneto was my plan. I didn't think I'd need a backup." You say.

"Well we did just lose a telepath." He hums.

"That can't possibly be how things work around here. The dude with the weird glasses was crying with the claws guy over the red head, you don't just replace people in that kind of environment."

"No you're right, I'm not suggesting you replace her. That would be unfair. To everyone actually. I am simply suggesting that you consider joining the team."

"I don't know if that's a great idea." You shake your head.

"I don't see why not."

"I can think of one major reason. The guy with the weird glasses does not like me at all."

"He'll get over it. Scott's stubborn but he's a good guy and if you manage to get it, his loyalty will never waver."

"They'll be looking over their shoulder for as long as I'm around. They'd probably never believe that I'm not going to run back to Magneto with anything I learn here."

"Will you?"

"Even if I walk out this door and don't ever come back here, Magneto will never see me again. Not for anything good anyway. But that doesn't change the fact that the guy with the glasses doesn't trust me."

"He can, in time. After all trust is earned but I have faith in your ability to gain it, if you so desire and you put in the effort to do so. You can start by learning names. 'The guy with the weird glasses' is Scott. The one with the claws is Logan, the woman still with us is Storm, the red head was Jean Grey."

"I'm sorry for your loss." You say.

"I'm sorry for yours as well." He says and you're unsure how to react to that. Your situation with Magneto is a loss of some sort. He may not be dead but he might as well be, he's dead to you anyway. "My name is Charles."

"I know."

"Of course you do." He chuckles.

"Not from snooping. Magneto spoke of you."

"He spoke of you as well. Fondly."

"Weird." You say and Charles smiles slightly, almost sardonically.

"My last name is Xavier, you'll hear a lot of people refer to me as Professor or Professor X. This is publically known as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, we colloquially refer to it as the mansion or x mansion here but we keep the fact that it's a mutant school generally a secret from any nonmutants." He continues his explanation.

"What about the teleporter?" You ask the question before you can even stop yourself. He's given you everyone else's name but not the teleporter.

"Ah, Kurt. Kurt Wagner. He's new here. Much like yourself, hopefully."

"You- really think I should join your- what is this even?"

"We're a team, and a group of educators, and a family- and things are probably going to be rough for a little while following this incident, but I think the others would benefit from you being here as much as you would. Besides, I feel you could be good for some of our students."

"Look I don't have another plan, so I'll give the gifted school thing a shot. I'm not promising to stick around, I don't wanna spend the rest of my life arguing with weir- Scott." You correct yourself. If you're going to live here Charles is right, you should probably use names.

"Do you even agree with Magneto's plan?"

"I agree with Magneto's grievence. Why should we be punished for our very existence? None of us asked to be this way."

"But you don't think humans deserve to die." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"Fear can be fed, which means it can also be starved. I want to believe things can be better without killing all humans but I won't sacrifice myself in the name of keeping peace with those that seek to wipe me out." You say. Charles nods almost solemnly.

"Welcome to the X-men." He says after a moment.

"You call yourselves the X-men?" You ask and even you can recognize that you sound a bit judgy.

"It sounds more conceted than it is. It's not because of me, it's because mutants have extraodinary power." He explains.

"Right. Are we done then?"

"For now" He nods.

"Cool." You exit his office, unsure how to feel about that whole conversation. You're gonna live here now, teach students, fight bad guys probably. So many weird turns today. You're barely two steps from the door when you hear a voice next to you.

"Hello."

"Fuck! Do you do that a lot?" You look at Kurt incredulously.

"No. It's just that you were in there a long time. I got curious."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Never! I was just waiting for you to come out." He says.

"Why?" You tilt your head.

"The man with the weird glasses has been not kind to you, I thought he might drive you away."

"Well if that's his plan he'll have to try much harder. Charles has asked me to stay."

"Will you?" Kurt asks.

"For now." You nod.

"For now? You plan to leave?" His brow furrows.

"Only if it does more harm than good." You shrug and keep walking. You're gonna try and find the kitchen, get some water, maybe start talking to people start getting an idea of what this next chapter will be like.

"I do not believe that is possible." Kurt says keeping pace with you.

"I think it depends on how Scott reacts to my staying here." You muse.

"What?" You hear from behind you. You and Kurt spin around to find Scott coming from around a corner.

"Hm that's probably not how Charles wanted that news broken." You muse. "Charles asked me to stay. Join the X-men, teach some gifted youngsters and all that."

"What the fuck?"

"Hey man take it up with him." You shrug.

"Oh I will." Scott shoves between you and Kurt, presumably to find Charles.

"Before you go Scott which way's the kitchen?" You call after him. Scott stops in his tracks then very angrily points in a direction.

"Thanks!" You say pivoting to that direction. In the kitchen, you track down a bottle of water while Kurt looks at you with a curious expression.

"What is your name?" He asks. He must have only just realized he didn't know it.

"Y/n." You tell him.

"Y/n. Beautiful. My name is Kurt Wagner." He smiles.

"I know." You smile back.

"You know?" He blinks at you with surprise.

"Charles told me. He was giving me everyone else's name and so I asked him yours. I hope that's okay."

"I-"

"Either of you seen Storm?"

You turn around to see Logan poking his head into the kitchen.

"No." Kurt shakes his head.

"Weren't you with the professor?" He asks you.

"I was, now I'm here."

"You stickin around then?"

"For the forseeable future probably. Charles asked me to join the X-men."

"That would explain why Scott's in there throwing a fit right now then."

"You can hear him?"

"Oh yeah."

"Are you also angry that I'm staying?"

"Makes no difference to me as long as you don't hurt the people I care about."

"I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"Then you and me are gonna be just fine."

"Okay." You say keeping your face neutral, but you're incredibly relieved to hear that he's not going to give you any grief. You're not sure you'd be willing to stick around if you had  to deal with it from more than just Scott at the same time.

The next several months are not the easiest. With everyone trying to reestablish normal within the mansion after the whole debacle it's sort of difficult to find your own footing in that environment but you think you're starting to get the hang of it, at least you hope so after almost eight months socially anyway. Honestly the teaching part hasn't been that bad, you've only got 2 classes, they used to Jean's students apparently and while most of them got split amongst the others Charles thouught two was perfectly manageable for you, which it has. I mean the kids are cool and with help you think you've been doing a pretty decent job.

Charles has pretty regular meetings with you, checking in, keeping track of your adjusting to living here. It's a little odd but you appreciate that he seems to care about your quality of life.

Regarding the others, Storm has been the most open. She offers help, and asks how you are, extending more kindness than you expected. You're sure it's not easy for her since you're arrival coincides with the death of her friend but she's been very cool and you've been getting closer to her as of late which is nice.

Scott has been- pretty much as you expected. He's no longer openly protesting that you're here but he definitely gives you shit. It's annoying but you're no baby dear so you make sure to give it right back. It's tricky though, you know he's still grieving, from what Storm tells you Jean might as well have been his wife. It must be incredibly hard dealing with that kind of loss. Doesn't give him the right to treat you like garbage though. When the others conclude that he's more emoitonally stable you'll demand an apology for his bullshit but until then you'll just- gently push when you can.

From what you can tell Logan is not a people person. He's great with the students but he clearly prefers to be alone. He's polite to you, and you can tell he's trying really hard to be kind, probably to make up for Scott's lack of it. He chats with you occasionally and offers a helping hand every so often. You really appreciate the effort he's putting in to being friendly.

And then there's Kurt. Charles jokes that you're basically a packaged deal now. He's not too far off, you spend a lot of time together, sharing meals, spending your free time together, trading stories about yourselves. He has really been your saving grace here. There's such a comforting warmth you feel when you're around him and even though you're the telepath sometimes you swear he can read your mind, guessing what you need before even you know on occassion.

"Hello." Kurt pops up on the other side of the counter from you as you as you're making lunch in the kitchen. It no longer catches you off guard when he does it.

"Hello." You glance up from the cutting board to smile at him.

"I thought we agreed I was making lunch today?" Kurt tilts his head at you.

"I'm just cutting some fruit."

"Good because I have that pull apart bread you like in the oven and I made soup to go with it."

"You made the pesto bread?!" You gasp.

"I did, you said the other day that you haven't had it in a while so I thought I'd fix that."

"Are you kidding? That recipe's a bitch to make. Thank you."

"Before you start thanking me let's make sure I did it right." He smiles walking over to the oven to pull out the tray.

"Everything you've ever made me is delicious."

"Yeah but I'm usually not making something you already love in very particular way that's easy to mess up." He says.

"You couldn't mess it up if you tried." You scoff. He carefully transfers the hot pastry onto a large plate and puts it onto a tray along with 2 bowls of soup, your bowl of fruit, and a set of utensils for each of you.

"Your room or mine?" Kurt asks handing you the tray of food.

"Yours we did mine last time." You say. Kurt moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You try not to stiffen, or react at all in his hold knowing it's only for the sake of getting you from the kitchen to his bedroom.

"Very well then." He says and his voice in your ear sends a shiver up your spine. A moment later you're in his room and you gently place the tray in his bed before taking a seat, careful not to disturb the soup.

"Oo I'm excited okay." You gingerly separate a piece of the bread and pick up your soup bowl. Kurt watches with baited breath as you dip the bread into the soup and try it. He desperately hopes he got it right. As you chew your eyes fall closed and your whole body relaxes. It's fucking fantastic, you can't help but groan at how good it is. As if there was really any doubt.

"I hope that's a good sign?" Kurt asks. As much as he loves watching the pure bliss roll over you he needs to avoid getting overexcited because you're reacting to food. Plus he selfishly wants to hear you say he did well.

"It is a very good sign. It's perfect. Here try it." You dip the remaining part of your bread in your soup and feed it to him without even thinking about it. Kurt takes the piece from you with a smile. He never mentions it because he thinks you'll stop if he does, but he really likes it when you feed him.

"Okay, yeah it is pretty damn good." Kurt nods.

"Oh come on we knew it would be."

"I wasn't sure it'd live up to the standards. You can be pretty particular about your favorite foods."

"But you've never let me down." You smile.

"And I never plan to." He says. The two of you continue eating and chatting until all the food is gone, fruit bowl included.

"Thank you for lunch." You say once you've finished.

"Thank you for eating with me." He says.

"You made me food, how could I turn down that offer?" You shrug. Your eyes scan over his face as he looks away from you with a small smile. In all your story sharing with Kurt, you haven't been brave enough to ask about the markings decorating his skin. You find them curious and want to know more but you're not sure if it's a touchy subject given what you have already learned about him.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Kurt asks.

"What?" You blink at him.

"You're staring off, I can tell you're thinking about something pretty intently."

"Oh- it's nothing just- what are the markings on your face for?" You ask.

"Are you just now noticing them?"

"Well, no, but it's rude to ask people about why they look the way they do. I just figure we're close enough that I hope you know it's a well meaning question."

"I did them." He says.

"Why? What do they mean?"

"They're angelic symbols, one for every sin."

"Like the seven deadly ones?" You tilt your head.

"No. What? One for every of my own sins." He explains.

"Oh." You say. You shuffle closer to him trying to get a better look at the markings on his face. If he has 'one for every sin', whatever that means, they must cover much more than just his face. Kurt tries not to squirm under your gaze. "Do you mind if I touch them?" You ask softly, as if you could scare him just by asking.

"Go ahead." He says immediately. You lift your hand and carefully trace each line on his cheek, feeling the intricate patterns under the pads of your fingers. Kurt holds very still as you do, his breathing is so soft you can bearly hear it, he's worried that if he moves too much, makes too loud a noise he'll shatter the atmosphere that has you treating his scars with such gentleness he might die.

"They're so, beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"Breathtaking honestly. I've never seen anything like it. You've created this wonderful work of art." You say so sweetly Kurt could melt. You feel a slight warmth spread through your fingertips from Kurt's face and you smile slowly. His deep blue skin may not be able to turn pink but blood still warms his cheeks like anyone else.

"I've never heard anyone speak that way about them." Kurt finally shifts but only to avoid your gaze with the cutest little smile you've ever seen.

"That's a shame. It's the truth. I really like them." You say turning his face with a guiding finger under his chin. His eyes widen, you're barely inches apart and he's not sure what to do.

"Thank you." Kurt whispers.

"You're so pretty." You tell him.

"That's- new."

"Do you hate it?" You ask.

"I couldn't hate anything to do with you." He says.

"You always say the sweetest things."

"I would really like to kiss you, could I? Please?" Kurt asks.

"I thought you'd never ask. Yes." You say. Kurt shifts forward just enough to press his lips to yours. Your fingers tip his chin, pulling him closer, kissing him longer. It's so tender you practically fall into him. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against him.

"I can't believe this." He breathes when you pull away.

"What?" You smile.

"I did not expect you to ever see me."

"I've always seen you. From the moment you asked me if I wanted to drown." You chuckle.

"What?" He laughs.

"It was such an odd question but I could see the sincerity in your eyes and I knew that was a look I never wanted to forget." You tell him.

"I'm glad you decided to stay."

"Me too." You touch your forehead to his. You don't need to be a telepath to know how deeply he cares for you and that familiar calmness wraps you like a warm blanket. You can't believe you ever thought Alkalai Lake would be your worst heartache when it would bring you here. To Kurt.

***

[boombaloon]

Translation:

-"Vic?...What did I tell you about bringing 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 animals...?"

-"...That they look prettier alive-"

-"EXACTLY-!"

[bamfkeeper]

NSFW Alphabet: Sabretooth

a/n: I know this is more a Nightcrawler focused blog, but I will still write a few other X-men characters just because. And since I did a SFW of Sabretooth, I wanted to do a NSFW one too. So here he is, in all his bloody glory. I was a little more vulgar in this one than in the Nightcrawler one, but it fit for this character. As mentioned in previous posts, I try to mix multiple depictions of the character so it's not just based on a single one. So I take inspiration from comics, shows, and films. I might revamp this later. I hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI. 18+ below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Sabretooth doesn't exactly get the whole aftercare thing, I mean, he isn't really known for his gentle nature.

When you first get together and fool around, he probably is the type to fuck and leave, or make you leave. He's blunt; he straight up tells you when you're done to get out or he will leave your space. He treats sex almost like an animal, one purpose: to fuck and then he will go on his merry way.

However if you continue your little relationship, then he might slowly start to understand what to do. He isn't typical by any means. You will be left with claw marks and bites, and you will bleed. It's unavoidable, those claws and teeth? Come on.

He wouldn't treat them normally, but he would lick them, his saliva has an antiseptic aspect to it, so he is 'cleaning' your wounds that he left but in his own way. It might feel weird, but just let him do his thing. That's probably the closest he will get to being gentle anyway. If they are deep enough he might tend a little more but honestly he feels like he does enough by cleaning them with his tongue.

Sabretooth is also generally pretty happy with himself after sex. He would be calmed down a bit from his norm, because he satisfied something primal in his nature. This might be one of the only times you can convince him to lay still for a period of time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Sabretooth obviously loves his own claws, his weapon of choice on enemies and on you. He loves making you shiver when he drags them down your body with just enough pressure to make you squirm.

But he also has a big ego, so...he is pretty proud of his size.

He'd like your thighs and ass, kneading them like a cat and pawing at you every chance he got. He grabs your legs and loves how soft you feel, and he likes smacking your backside and watching his hips drill into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Prepare for a lot of it. He is messy and doesn't give a shit about what kind of mess he makes. Inside, outside, doesn't matter to him. He likes to spread it around your face if he shoots his load onto you, or likes watching you open your mouth and show him what mess he made on your tongue.

Can't hate a good creampie either, he loves filling you up. It fulfills that need that burns in his groin every time you have sex. Every instinct screams at him to bury his cock against your cervix and blow his load directly into your womb.

Or he tries to push as far in your ass as he can, listening to you moan as he fills you up, the head of his dick brushing your g-spot perfectly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He doesn't really have any secrets, he's fairly open about what he likes. But he does have a strong desire towards scents. He doesn't like super perfumed body wash or soaps, he likes the natural smell of things, so he would prefer non-scented soaps rather than the ones that smell sweet or strong.

He likes smelling your groin a lot, especially in the mornings when the scent is the strongest naturally. You always wake up and feel him tugging your legs open so he can smell you. It does typically lead to other things...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He absolutely knows what he's doing. He's had plenty of partners in the past, so he knows just what to do in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Doggy feels most natural for him. He likes mounting you from behind and he can get a good grip on you when he's pounding into you. He also likes to bite on the back of your neck or your shoulder. Plus he always has a good view before he puts his dick on you.

Sometimes you ride him, gravity helps pull you down on his cock. But you don't get to ride him too often because he doesn't like being on his back for very long. He only has so much self control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

He'll make jokes every now and then, but it's all with the dirty talk he gives you. It's all very intense, and he will tease you a lot.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He's a burly, hairy dude. So you can imagine how he looks down there, pretty untamed, not like that really matters. He doesn't see the point to shaving himself, unless you really, really wanted him to, he probably wouldn't ever do it on his own.

He has a hairy happy trail from his belly button that leads down to his pubic hair. His chest is hairy too, and you like to play with it and curl it around your fingers sometimes, which makes him roll his eyes but you do it anyway.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Sabretooth isn't romantic, he's more of a...let's fuck type of guy. His idea of romance is giving you a real, bloody heart torn straight out of an animal or person. And kissing you if he's all messy with blood from a hunt.

If you accept a lot of his habits, he might adapt and try to do something more typically romantic for you in return, or something that you'd see as romantic, whatever that may be. But don't expect him to completely change who he is to be a super romantic guy. And don't ever tell anyone if he does something like that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He probably doesn't masturbate a whole lot, he might when he's feeling real pent up, but why would he masturbate when he has you to take care of all his needs?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.

He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.

Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock.

BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you.

I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.

I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.

I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He's down to do it anywhere. He doesn't give a shit who hears or sees. But the bedroom is where you two can really let loose. He also likes doing it in the woods, he has a few spots he will take you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Being submissive around him or showing submissive behavior will catch his attention. The primal part of him picks up on all of that, so speaking to him without eye contact, or when he approaches slightly lowering your head are things he instantly picks up on.

I also think if you make yourself vulnerable on purpose around him, he'd definitely like that. If you display your belly or neck, like laying down or seeming careless if he gets close are things he would eye closely, since most of the people around him (human or mutant) tend to be extremely cautious.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Sabretooth wouldn't really be interested in 'making love.' He's a primal mutant. He would want to give in to all of his desires, and he would want whomever he's sleeping with to do the same.

I don't think he would be into someone who challenges his dominance either. He'd take it as an insult and it would trigger his aggression. I don't see him as being a bottom at all, but that's just my opinion. So he wouldn't have any desire to take that position.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He's going to be pretty selfish, and he absolutely prefers receiving. He loves looking down and seeing you try to take him all in your mouth. It turns him on more knowing you're trying your best but still can't fit all of him. He will tease you and talk dirty the entire time.

"Awe, what's the matter...am I too big for you? Can't fit all of me in that pretty mouth? Don't worry...I'll make it fit."

Prepare for a deepthroat and possible face fuck because he gets a little carried away.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Rough, fast, unforgiving. He might allow you a moment to adjust when he first penetrates you, but he hardly waits long. There is nothing stopping him from going full on wild mode.

He likes to watch you squirm as he pushes deeper and deeper, watching your little hole stretch around him as you whine. He swears he could cum just from listening to you and watching you struggle to fit him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He can actually cum pretty quick when he knows you're only going to get a few minutes to fuck, so he's down for a quickie, pretty much wherever.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Absolutely. He loves to experiment, especially if he discovers something he hasn't tried before, he'd want to try it out once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He has enhanced stamina because of his mutation so...he can go for multiple rounds. His period to recover is practically nonexistent, thanks to that mutation.

He can also last a few minutes to much longer. It just depends, but he does prefer multiple rather than dragging out a single long orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He does not have any toys of his own, other than maybe a few BDSM items like rope or impact things. He doesn't care if his partner has any. In his mind, the toys couldn't compare to him so he could care less.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

A lot. Sabretooth is the king of teasing. He can be somewhat selfish, he will deny your orgasm just so when he finally allows you to cum, it feels like a huge wave washing over you rather than just a little jolt of pleasure. He will bring you up to the brink, but never push you over until he's ready for that to happen.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Sabretooth is loud, when he isn't dirty talking you, he is grunting, groaning, snarling. He makes animalistic noises rather than moaning or whining. He knows you like hearing him, so he will lean down and make those noises against your ear, while telling you how good you feel wrapped around his dick.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He purrs after he orgasms, he takes a moment to catch his breath and he will purr against you, but he catches himself before he does it for too long and acts like he wasn't.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Sabretooth is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.

Flaccid, his bulge is already big, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.

Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He has a high sex drive, he can fuck anytime, anywhere. He gets horny from hunting, killing, fighting, all of his instincts flare up and it triggers all of the good feelings in his brain.

Sabretooth would want to fuck a lot, he could do it multiple times a day if possible.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Instantly, he likes to chill out after he has sex. A beer or cigar, then he knocks out. He doesn't bother to shower half the time, so he just likes to kick back and relax.

He might take a shower upon request, but he will complain and grumble about it.

If you like to shower after sex, he would let you go on your own while he has his beer or cigar. He's large, so you and him in the shower together would be awkward and cramped, plus he likes to have a few minutes of space afterwards.

If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep.

His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep after cleaning up.

If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject. He does this until he falls asleep.

Thanks for reading. <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover picture cropped from X-Men Origins Sabretooth #1 (2009)

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

What if the yandere TEC boys fell for a reader who’s an actor who’s starring in a bunch of blockbuster films (Pete’s s/o could be playing the final girl in a bunch of horror movies or Jerry’s s/o could be the hot elf girl in fantasy movies)

I Wish I Was a Dumb Pop Star So The Words Didn’t Matter to You

Summary: Yandere! Epilogue! TEC x Famous Actor! Reader

TW/CW: Yandere tendencies, Obsessive behavior, stalking, implied blackmail, blood (VFX), implied kidnapping, creepy behavior

A/N: I decided to combine these asks because they’re similar to each other + can’t imagine them crushing on actors who venture outside of the genre. Hope you two anons like this!

Reblogs are appreciated!

- Bill “thought” he got over you. Sure, he still stalked your social media profiles, wrote love letters and sent them to your P.O. Box (always returned), and he was constantly raging in his room about loosing you, especially since moving to Wisconsin

- But he was over you! He just thought of you 23/6 instead of 24/7. At least he could now sleep and have a day not dreaming about you

- However, it all changed when he picked up the new MCU movie. He rolled his eyes. “Great. Another X Men reboot”

- He didn’t see it in theaters (being perceived in public just highlighted how much of “a failure” he was), so he decided to watch it in his dingy basement, the TV screen flickering in the dark barren room

- That’s when he saw you. Somehow, you got the role of the beauty herself: Emma Frost. Bill watched as her Fireclub outfit moved ever so smoothly through action scenes. Watching as you flirt with Magneto while Nightcrawler and Rouge infiltrated Krackoa. The film was a promise of a new beginning of her character.

- For Bill, it was a new way of watching you. Finally, no longer would be restricted to looking at your profile pictures, palming himself and panting with pleasure

- Instead, he has you in HD DVD. Fighting off enemies and saving the day.

- He was on line the moment items released. He tore through kids and other neckbeards just to get the Emma Frost figure based on you

- Hundreds upon hundreds of his money wasted on figures of Emma Frost, character posters of Emma Frost, even commissioning a body pillow of you as Emma Frost

- His whole basement has become a shrine for you. You’re like his goddess at this point. No more does he have to worry about what he has to live you; it’s to see you on the big screen, of course

- He even already has a ticket to visit you at this year’s Comic Con. It gets him going, just thinking about you and your expression upon seeing him. It’ll be like he never left your side!

- For Josh, it would be him seeing you play as Tasha Yar in the Star Trek reboot

- All those nights sobbing and screaming at your profile, living a successful life without him

- How dare you move on without him?! Did you not see the love letters he poured into your locker? The constant gifts he placed outside of your home? Not even when he tried striking a conversation?! Was that not enough for you?!

- Even at college, all he could think about was you! Assignments became about you! Lord knows the professor embarrassed him reading them out loud. Great, now even his classmates knew about you: his dirty little secret

- One night, he was TV surfing channels again until he stopped at the Sci Fi channel. There, a random new episode of the Star Trek Reboot played, and there you were. The new and improved Tasha Yar. Helping the Starship Enterprise on their biggest mission yet

- His eyes could’ve popped out there were so large. He kept replaying your role over and over again. Watching you elegantly explained the monster upon the enterprise while helping the new captain. You did this role so much justice

- You made the original Tasha Yar look like a big fat slobbering pig

- His fanfics were now solely Tasha Yar focus. His self insert was her long lost lover, desperately trying to reunite the two. He always succeeds in the end

- He didn’t care about finishing assignments at this point. All he wanted was you. YOU!

- He no longer care that his professor and his classmates knew. In fact, it made it all the better for them to learn about “the love of his life”

- When he got to be an article editor, they were entirely focus on your character and Star Trek in general. Even if the articles didn’t do well, he thinks the world should know the beauty of such an important character (even if you only appear in one episode)

- May even score an interview for you. He’ll be staring at you creepily while asking you basic, almost elementary questions. You, being recorded and now an all time celebrity, are forced to answer these questions as professionally as possible.

- Even that doesn’t work. It just fuels Josh to be more pushy, more aggressive with your claim to fame

- Pete knew you were going to be a success. Even as you fainted at the site of blood, your “acting” and reactions were move quality

- Even as he watched Scream and TCM, he’d always picture the final girl being you. Covered in blood, getting the upper hand and always winning at the end of the day

- So, when he saw you being part of a major franchise, he knew what this meant

- He watched it on the premiere day. Excited fans watching the latest installment of the new franchise. Pete, however, was excited to see you in action

- And BOY! You did not disappoint! It’s like you knew the character inside and out! His favorite part was watching the final chase. You and the final killer running while the score screams at itself. It was like magic itself, expect it’s real!

- He keeps buying tickets to see your latest installment. You were always better on the big screen anyway

- Constantly brought props you used in that movie. That even included the bloodied T shirt you wore when blood was sprayed in your direction.

- He showed that memorabilia like a proud parent. It was like watching his partner finally having their dreams come true. He worships the other objects like sacred artifacts

- It makes his treatment of the actresses at Sick Mofo worse. Constantly getting snippy because they weren’t you. They couldn’t give “the performance of their lifetime” because he failed to realize the difference between a porno and acting for a huge franchise

- While all that’s happening, he’s been planning something special. He’s gather a couple of supplies for when you go backstage to meet your fans

- …Don’t worry! He’s not going to hurt you (Yet). Consider this a bonding opportunity (kidnapping you and showing how much a big fan he is)

- Good for you!

- Jerry found out you were the fair maiden when he went to see the only fantasy movie that caught his eye this year

- And surprise surprise! He saw you! Basking in the sun’s glory while you helped the hero defeat the evil that was cursing the land

- It’d been a while since he last saw you. The blackmail document he had was decaying on his ancient computer, but this sparked something in him

- He found out you graduated from theatre school and managed to find a leading role almost immediately (thanks to your good looks + acting skills)

- In fact, you were filming another movie just 20 minutes where her MtG tournaments were held. No worries!

- Cuts to him parked outside of the filming site. He watches you and the director reading the next lines of the movie while you stood prettily for the public to see

- Oh, how he wishes you two were still dating. He’d bring you flowers and compliment you on your looks. Maybe even watching you act before going inside.

- Drool dribble down to his chin. God, you were a dream boat still.

- Maybe parking his car and staring at you for 10 minutes was normal, yeah. It was like his little treat for the day.

- However, that treat turned into medicine. You were something he craved. Seeing you appear in any form helped him function for the rest of the day

- If he couldn’t see you, it just made him a bad person. Snapping at people, becoming antsy. On bad days, he doesn’t even participate because it’s so bad

- He needed you, and he needs you fast.

- Luckily, that old document was still on his computer. Sending this to your agent could be the push you need to finally “reunite” with him

- Yeah. This will all be worth it in the end

[angelltheninth]

I got into x men comics again recently and I remember months ago you made an x men x reader post and I’d like to read more of your writing about them with a crush :)

Right when things are looking grim, the heroes valiantly come in to save their fellow teammate; can you please write Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Gambit, and Cyclops reacting to reader giving them a kiss on the cheek to show their appreciation?

Smother them with kisses as a thank you. Appropriate, I would do the same.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Scott Summers x Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, kissing, teasing, missions, teammates to lovers

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A/N: If you have more X-Men requests send them my way. I love these characters so much.

He teleported you out of danger easily but because you kissed his cheek right after that as a thank you, Kurt ended up falling over with you on top of him. Not exactly his best rescue but luckily you were the only one there to see that silly fall of his. And even more lucky for him, you didn't see anything wrong with him stumbling and falling, after all it was you kissing him on the cheek that caused him to do so. If anything it makes him look like even sweeter of a guy, getting all flustered cause of kiss.

Actually he was the one who suggested that you kiss him in return for saving you, grinning when he saw you blushing. but wasn't gonna force you to do it, just a little joke among teammates that was all. But you didn't take it as such, what if Logan went up to others asked them to kiss him instead? When you were sure more people were watching you grabbed him and shoved your tongue down his throat, leaving him just as stunned as the rest of the team. As expected he gloated about getting a kiss from a pretty lady all the way back to the School.

Kissed you first and asked you if you were okay, if he made it in time. Seeing that you weren't hurt and that he visibly relaxed, however he couldn't let his guard down just yet, there was still the villains to defeat. Making a great duo you took care of them quickly, the flirting and the tension rising as you put the villains down one after another until only the two of you were left standing. Beating Remy to the punch you jumped into his arms and kissed him, the combined passions almost too much to hold back even in the middle of an enemy zone.

Before going back to meet up with the others he wanted to make sure you were unharmed. Since you only joined his team recently he wants to make sure you fit in with everyone and that you can work with them well. As Scott is rambling on about the importance of teamwork you cut him off with a kiss, stunning him on the spot. He opens and closes his mouth, shocked before he chuckles and runs his hand through his hair, saying how that was quite a way to thank someone, but it wasn't why he saved you, he just wanted you to be safe.

[proxy616]

Everything I love about Nightcrawler’s fight sequence in episode 8 of xmen 97 in obsessive detail:

Firstly, the theatrical string orchestra accompaniment throughout the battle is perfect for Nightcrawler.

When Kurt teleports onto the scene, his tail swishes almost lazily until his swords form an X.

When Logan says ‘lady I got six reasons why”

Kurt responds with word play ‘no mein freund, nine” or “nein” which is German for no.

Nightcrawler’s effortless grace of movement throughout. The way balances on the bed frame like an acrobat/dancer/fencer.

Speaking of fencing, at one point during the battle Nightcrawler has one arm behind his back like a fencer, in order to eliminate the arm as a target.

Nightcrawler’s acrobatic fighting style. Flipping and spinning in the air, it’s a treat to see animated.

Nightcrawler’s lightning fast agility. Like when Kurt’s distracted by Logan getting smashed into a wall but instinctively dodges the enemy lunging at him.

Kurt’s protectiveness for his sister

When Nightcrawler teleports he looks in the direction he’s teleporting because he has to see where he is going, great attention to detail!

Thank-you x-men 97 for letting Kurt be incredible!

[gardens-light]

Hello! I don't know if you had watched Transformers Prime before, but I'd like to make a request!

Since there's been two DC themed request, how about a Marvel one? Can you do Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Knockout, Starscream, and Megatron with an (S/O) that has the same abilities and appearance as Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

Hi! I've watched Transformers Prime and it's honestly awesome! It's definitely a series I would of loved in my teens. I've actually been binge watching it again, for a Knockout fanfic I'm currently working on. But just can't decide whether to make it as a one-shot or a series. Also, apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

TFP x Mutant GN/Reader

Optimus Prime

He meets you during a battle that had reached a critical point. The Decepticons had the Autobots pinned down in an abandoned city, forcing them into defensive positions among the ruined buildings. Blaster fire echoed in the night, flashing against the broken concrete. Optimus took cover behind a crumbling wall, scanning the battlefield for an opening when something unexpected happened.

A sharp BAMF! rang out, accompanied by a cloud of thick, dark smoke. In a blink, one of the Decepticons near the Autobot vanished—only to reappear midair, screaming as they plummeted to the ground, landing with a sickening crash.

Optimus turned sharply, scanning for the source of the anomaly. That’s when he saw you—a figure moving like a shadow, darting between enemies with an elegance he’d rarely witnessed. Your glowing eyes flickered like twin embers in the dark, tail flicking behind as you disappeared in another burst of smoke, reappearing atop a ruined bus before vanishing again.

Then, suddenly, you were right in front of him.

Crouching low, eyes locked onto him. Hands braced against the concrete, muscles tensed, as if anticipating his reaction.

Optimus, ever composed, held his ground. Observing your stance, your breathing. A warrior, but not one of the Decepticons.

"Impressive," he rumbled, voice calm yet firm. "But I must ask—who are you, and where does your allegiance lie?"

You simply blinked, tilting your head slightly. Then, with a small smirk, vanishing again.

Optimus exhaled slowly, optics narrowing. This one would need watching.

Relationship

Optimus recognizes your skills early on but remains wary of your unpredictability. Over time, however, he comes to trust you as an ally, learning to anticipate their unique fighting style. Appreciating how they move with agility and grace, often watching them train with interest. Soon incorporating strategies, utilizing your teleportation to scout ahead, infiltrate Decepticon bases, and disrupt enemy forces.

Your habit of teleportation would occasionally surprise him, but he adapts quickly, developing an awareness of when you might ‘bamf’ in and out of the Autobot base. Your habit of teleporting beside him mid-battle, often makes him say flippant remarks about the situation. Optimus always remains composed. “Must you always announce yourself like this?” but you'd always give him that smile that secretly that makes his spark pulse. “What? Not a fan of dramatics?”

He's reserved but deeply affectionate in quiet ways. He would take time to understand you and let the relationship develop naturally. enjoying moments of peaceful conversation. Intimacy would be slow-burning but deeply meaningful. He would cherish their presence and show affection through gentle touches, forehead touches, and soft-spoken words of devotion.

Optimus understands that you hold incredible power, but also a dangerous one. He takes it upon himself to mentor you, often reminding you of the responsibility your abilities come with. “Strength is not defined by power alone. It is defined by how one chooses to use it.”

He would be protective but never overbearing, trusting you to handle yourself but always ready to support you in danger.

Ratchet

Ratchet was having a normal—or rather, relatively normal—day in the Autobot base. In the middle of a difficult repair on Bulkhead when a loud, unnatural sound echoed throughout the medbay.

BAMF!

Sparks flew as his tools clattered to the ground. His optics darted to the source of the noise, and what he saw nearly gave him a processor failure.

Perched on a counter, legs casually swinging, was someone that should not be there. Your glowing eyes softly gazed at him, his optics studied your blue skin and tail.

Ratchet’s immediate reaction? Pure, unfiltered exasperation.

“What in the name of Primus—who are you, and why are you in my medbay?! How did you even get in here?!"

You gave him a sheepish expression, raising your hand in surrender. "Uh… sorry? I didn't mean to pop in unannounced. Agent Fowler told me to meet him at this location, I'm the new recruit."

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge, muttering something about "why do these things always happen to me?" Optimus arrived shortly after, explaining the situation, but Ratchet was not pleased about having a teleporter anywhere near his delicate medical equipment.

Relationship

Once he's over the shock, Ratchet is fascinated by your biology. He asks endless questions about how your teleportation works—“Is it neurological? Does it take energy? Can you teleport others? And why does it leave behind sulfur?”

Over time, he grows used to your antics. He would get very fussy if you teleport into his medbay unannounced, throwing tools in frustration, but he secretly enjoys your company. He would initially find your agility unsettling whenever you acrobat around the base, especially you're perched on high places. “Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”

Ratchet is a grump, but he’s also deeply caring. He would check on you often, making sure teleporting didn’t exhaust you or cause internal damage. If you get injured, he does not tolerate excuses. “I don’t care if you can ‘bamf’ away from danger—you’re still getting checked!”

Romance would develop slowly, filled with sarcastic banter, exasperated sighs, and unexpectedly tender moments. Intimacy would be quiet but deeply emotional. He’s the type to press his forehead against yours, silently assuring you that he cares. He would grumble about your teleportation one minute and then instinctively catch you if he saw you stumble the next. He would express love through acts of service, such as patching up any injuries, making sure you rest, and, when no one is looking, stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. If you ever expressed insecurity about your appearance or abilities, Ratchet would scoff, “If you weren’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.”

Wheeljack

Wheeljack isn’t the type to get easily impressed—he’s seen a lot, fought a lot, and survived even more. But the first time he meets you? He’s caught completely off guard.

It starts with him tracking a Decepticon patrol, staying low, waiting for the right time to strike. Just as he’s about to ambush them—BAMF!—a swirling burst of blue smoke appears in the middle of the fight, and suddenly, bodies are dropping left and right.

You moved too fast for the Decepticons to react—teleporting between them, dodging blaster fire, flipping over one’s back, and landing a well-placed kick before disappearing again. Your tail whips out, knocking a weapon out of a scout's servo, and just as they turn to fire at you—you were gone.

Wheeljack stands there, staring, half-impressed, half-confused.“Huh. Well, that’s new.” You teleport right next to him, dangling upside down from a ledge, your tail wrapping around it, while grinning at him.

“You’re welcome.”

Wheel scoffs, but struggles to hide the smirk that teased the corners of his lips. “Didn’t ask for help.”

“Didn’t need to.”

Relationship

From that moment, the pair of you became a disaster duo. Explosions, infiltration missions, crazy stunts—Wheeljack loves your unpredictable energy. He would absolutely encourage you to prank others with your abilities, especially Bulkhead or Ultra Magnus.

With your combined skills, Wheeljack can't help but up with insane strategies in the middle of battles. “Okay, here’s the plan: You teleport me inside their ship, I plant the charges, you get me out, and we watch the fireworks.”

If you can swordfight, he’ll spar with you constantly, testing your agility against his raw combat power.

You always challenge each other, pushing one another to their limits but also watching each other’s backs. Competitive streaks turn into romantic moments. A sparring session ends soon ends pinning each other down, faces inches apart before he smirks: “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

Your relationship would be flirty and playful. Teasing each other mid-mission, teleporting behind him to poke his shoulder, only for him to smirk and throw a grenade your way. He loves your unpredictability, often grinning whenever you surprise him by appearing out of nowhere.

Wheeljack is big on physical affection. He loves it when you drape your tail around his arm, finding it both hilarious and endearing. He would enjoy spontaneous moments of affection, pulling them into unexpected kisses or scooping them up after a successful fight.

He can never hide the smile that comes to him, whenever you teleport onto his shoulders, casually perching there.The first time you dos it, he grunts but doesn’t move you. And before he knew it, eventually, it becomes a thing.

He would probably call you “Ghost” or “Shadow” as a nickname.

When it’s just the two of you, the chaos slows down. Simply sitting together on the roof of his ship, watching the stars, your bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. While Wheeljack absentmindedly traces his servo over your back, enjoying the quiet. "Never thought I’d meet someone crazier than me." He'd quietly admit, voice just above a whisper, causing a warm, genuine smile to come to you. "You’re welcome."

The first time you confess your love for him, he doesn’t say it back right away. Not because he doesn’t feel it—he does. But he’s not used to saying it. Instead, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. "Took the words right outta my mouth."

Knockout

You both first cross paths when Knockout arrived at one of the illegal street races, scoping out the competition for potential entertainment or recruits. Disguising himself in his altmode, as usual, showing off his pristine red finish under the neon lights of the race scene.

But he notices someone... unusual in the distance—not a racer, but definitely someone with presence. Their movement was smooth, almost feline, his gaze studying their movements as they leap onto a streetlamp effortlessly, perched like some kind of predator.

Then, out of nowhere—bamf!—you teleport onto the hood of his alt mode in the middle of the race, crouching with an amused smirk, your tail flicking lazily. Knockout immediately slams on his brakes, trying to shake you off, but you just teleport again, this time inside the driver’s seat.

“Nice ride,” you remarked, trailing a finger along his polished dashboard. “You look like the kind of guy who likes to make an entrance.” Knockout, unamused but undeniably impressed, growls in frustration.“Do you have any idea how much effort goes into keeping this finish spotless?!” but you speechlessly teleport back outside, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke, he’s equal parts intrigued and annoyed. "Now, aren’t you an interesting little anomaly?"

Relationship

Since then, you and Knockout occasionally 'bump' into one another. But your relationship deepens after you help him in the middle of a battle, but you push yourself too hard.Knockout catches you mid-teleport, your body stumbling from exhaustion after rapid jumps across the battlefield. Instead of mocking you, he actually looks concerned.

Behind all the flair, he truly worries about you. He doesn't like seeing you exhausted after teleporting too much, and he'll make you rest- no arguments. "Even perfection needs to take care of itself, Darling."

If you disappear mid-battle and don't reappear for too long, he'll get scared. Frantically calling for you, optics searching wildly. But the moment you teleport back, he grips your shoulders, scolding you while checking for injuries.

Knockout finds your physical agility mesmerizing. Since he has an eye for aesthetics, your graceful agility and fluid teleportation catches his attention instantly. Your ability to vanish and reappear makes him constantly have to stay on his toes, which is both frustrating and thrilling to him.

The flirtatious banter between the pair of you, simply makes the air crackle around you. The first time you steal his buffer, he gapes in absolute horror. Teleporting just out of his reach, dangling it between your fingers."You wouldn’t dare." Something electric pulses throughout his frame, as you give him that oh-so sweet and teasing smile. "Oh? What’s it worth to you?" The next thing you know, Knockout has you pinned against a wall of his lab, his optics gleaming with mischief as he leans in close."You should know by now, darling, I always get what I want."

He adores your tail, often trailing his claws over it absentmindedly. Whenever you wrap it around his wrist playfully, he smirks and pulls you closer, murmuring, "If you wanted my attention, darling, all you had to do was ask." While you rest against his chassis, running his digits along your spine in slow, absent-minded circles.

He’s not one to open up easily, but when it’s just the two of you, the walls come down. Finding himself telling you things he wouldn’t admit to anyone else, simply creating a safe space where the two of you can talk about things neither of you admit to anyone else.

Starscream

Starscream’s first encounter with you was less than pleasant. It happens when he was patrolling alone, trying to get away from Megatron’s constant scrutiny. Already in a bad mood, muttering to himself about how he deserves to lead the Decepticons, when suddenly—BAMF!—a burst of blue smoke appears right in front of him.

His optics widen in shock, and before he can react, you were gone again. "What the—?! What in Primu's name?!"

But you simply reappear above him within the hallway of Nemesis, tilting your head, speaking in an unimpressed."Well, that’s rude. I just got here."

Once he regains his composure, he glares suspiciously at you. Not trust anything he doesn’t understand, and your ability to teleport unpredictably makes you a threat in his optics."Hmph. You think a mere parlor trick impresses me? I command an army of Vehicons!"

But you simply flash him a smartass smile,"That’s cute. Your army couldn’t touch me even if they tried."

Relationship

At first, Starscream is initially paranoid. Convinced you're either a spy, an M.E.C.H experiment, or some other potential rival. He watches you like a Seeker hawk, analyzing how you move, how often you teleport, and whether it drains your energy. But the more he sees you in action, the more intrigued he becomes.

The way you outmaneuver him effortlessly, always both infuriates and excites him. You never seem to be afraid of him—a rarity among Decepticons. You always tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his dramatics."You certainly do love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?" yet to your surprise, he also occasionally teased you in return, "and you certainly do love making entrances."

Sometimes he tries to outsmart you, setting traps or tracking energy signatures, but you always slip away—sometimes leaving behind cheeky notes or remarks just to piss him off.

Whenever Starscream flirts- of course in a grand, dramatic way—praising your abilities, making sly comments. "Ah, such magnificent skill! I do admire how you flawlessly use those talents of yours." but the moment they flirt back, he short-circuits. "Good, because I intend to use them on you... in a different sort of way." Cue his wings fluttering and an immediate change of subject.

Starscream doesn’t do well with feeling vulnerable. It makes him absolutely paranoid, hence why Starscream is terrified of betrayal. It takes a long time for him to truly believe you're not just using him. The first time you stay by his side despite having an easy escape, he’s stunned. "You... could have left." But you just gave him a warm genuine smile,"true..., but why would someone ever do that?" and that’s when he starts letting his guard down, hitting him unexpectedly.

Maybe it’s the way you stay with him after one of Megatron’s beatings, running your hands gently along his damaged wings. Maybe it’s when you teleport in front of him mid-battle, shielding him from an attack. Or, maybe it’s the way you laugh at his sarcasm instead of recoiling. Either way, he’s horrified by the realization that he's fallen for you- and fallen hard. "This is a liability. You’re a liability." You give him that teasing smile,"oh, sure, that’s why you hold onto me so tight at night." "...Shut up."

In public, Starscream is his usual dramatic, arrogant self. But in private? He lets tiny moments of softness slip. Whenever you lean against him, and he doesn’t push you away. But the first time you confess your love, he panics. Staring at you, wings flicking uncertainly, processor running at full speed. "You… you what?" a small smile teases the corners of your lips,"you heard me, Star." He opens and closes his mouth, trying to come up with a snarky reply, fails, then just mutters— "Hmph. You’re insufferable." He loves you too.

Megatron

When he first encounters you, it’s not because they sought him out—it’s because you caught his attention. He notices you first on the battlefield, moving too fast for his warriors to hit, teleporting between enemies with effortless precision. Bypassing defenses, evading detection, leaving only the faintest traces of smoke in their wake.

Megatron's initial reaction is not anger, nor fear—but fascination. He watches you fight, calculating, analyzing, testing. Most warriors rely on strength, on speed… but they rely on the element of surprise. Interesting.

When you finally come face to face, he's neither hostile nor immediately dismissive. Instead, he studies you."You evade death as if it were a game. Do you not fear it?" you give him a teasing smirk, "Should I?" His optics glow with intrigue. Admiring your strength and sees potential in your unorthodox combat style.

Relationship

At first, Megatron plans on testing your abilities and loyalty, sending you on a mission, fully expecting you to fail. But you always came back victorious, teleporting into the warship’s throne room and casually perching on his armrest. "I assume you’re impressed." He glares but doesn’t move them, "hmph. Perhaps you are not entirely useless after all."

Your personalities continuously clash, you're unpredictable. Megatron relies on control—of the battlefield, of his troops, of the war itself, yet he fails in attempting to control you. You don't fear him, and it's probably this what truly unsettles—and excites—him. Unlike others who cower before his presence, you stand their ground. Always challenging his authority, but never without purpose. You do not blindly follow orders, but neither do you act like a reckless fool. You intrigue him in ways he does not understand. The first time you outright refuse one of his orders, everyone in the room goes dead silent. "I don't take orders, Megatron."His optics narrow, but instead of striking them down, he give you a smirk with a hint of... flirtation? Within his words, "then you will find that I am not easily defied."

Whenever you tease him, He watches you carefully, knowing full well that you're are playing a dangerous game. But Primus help him—he enjoys it.

To love Megatron is to love a storm. He is power incarnate, and his love is not gentle—it is demanding, consuming, relentless, intense, almost overwhelming. His touches are possessive—gripping your arm, waist, or throat—not in a way meant to harm, but to remind you of his dominance. Physical intimacy is a battle in itself. You tend to push, tease and challenge him, yet he always responds with rough, fervent passion. Megatron rarely initiates softness, but whenever you curl into him, resting your head against his chassis, he finds himself... allowing it. "You test my patience." you look up at him, "and yet, here we are." Megatron isn't the type to whisper sweet words, but he will slaughter anyone who dares harm you. Nor, offer gentle touches, but when he wraps you in his arms, you can't help but feel as if nothing in the universe could touch you. And though he'd never speak- let alone usher the words "I love you"—but whenever he looks at you, you know he'd gladly burn the world for you.

He is used to subordinates fearing him, obeying him without question. But you? You disappear the moment he tries to intimidate you, only to reappear behind him, whispering in his audio receptors. "You’re not as terrifying as you think you are, Megatron." His optics flare with both irritation and amusement.

He is fiercely possessive. If another Decepticon so much as looks at you with ill intent, Megatron will make an example of them, quick to remind everyone who you belong to.

He hates feeling powerless. The first time you're injured, teleporting too much in battle and collapsing, he feels something foreign—panic. He catches you before you fall, optics flashing dangerously. "Foolish. You should have stayed at my side!" despite his harsh tone, his touch is gentler than expected as he carries you away from the fight.

Megatron allows you freedoms no one else has.You can speak to him in ways no one else can, vanish and reappear without being reprimanded. Resting against him, exhausted from battle, he lets you. No one else is granted such privilege.

At night, whenever the pair of you are alone, his guard lowers. Sitting together in silence, watching the stars. Megatron lets you trace your fingers over his battle-worn plating, exposing a rare moment of quiet vulnerability. During these moments, he doesn't speak much, but his servo rests on your back, grounding you. Sometimes, you wrap your tail around his wrist, a silent declaration of affection. He doesn’t comment on it, but he never pulls away. When you first confess your love, he doesn't react at first—his expression is unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips, "a dangerous sentiment. Love makes one… vulnerable." You lean closer, pressing your forehead to his, "only if you’re afraid of it." His optics darken, his voice low, "I fear nothing." And then, finally—he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a way that leaves no doubt.