#nightcrawler xmen evolution

[yza]

💙my favorite blue boy!!!💙

here is a long overdue redrew of my favorite Kurt hehe :') i will have 5x7 prints of the fuzzy dude available in my online shop soon, so stay tuned! ^0^

[madscientistenthusiast]

His Swagless ways have enamored me

Everyone ever should go watch X-Men Evolution, I love Kurt sm he's such a silly billy, literally made for little guy enthusiasts

[thepineapplejuicer]

PART TWO OF THIS POST 
***CONTAINS SMUT***
(I do not own or claim to own any of the X-Men or mavel characters)
Thank you and enjoy!
A spark runs through your veins as you scramble to crawl underneath Kurt’s desk, your entire body disappearing under a veil of invisibility, only your clothes floating in midair. You feel Kurt gently nudge you deeper into the cubby hole of his desk with his legs as the door fully opens. Struggling to slip off your clothes to be completely invisible, you hear a familiar female voice coo your lovers’ name. 
“Kurt? Oh, good you’re here.” Miss. Maximoff’s heels click angelically on the wood boards. Your brow scrunches as you pause, arms uncomfortably lodged above your head, between the arm holes of your shirt. You knew that tone of voice to well, you have done it yourself to get Kurt’s attention. 
“Ah, Wanda. How can I help you?”
You snap back from your annoyance and continue to slip off your clothes and quietly place them in one of the bottom drawers before you see Miss. Maximoff lean casually on the drawers, causing you to snatch your hand back. Kurt’s hands twitch slightly as he leans back in his chair, trying to keep a distance from Miss. Maximoff. A distance she desperately wanted to breach. 
“I just wanted to ask you a professional question.” You tighten your jaw, and you see her small hand loom over Kurt’s bicep.
Kurt jolts up, the chair spinning from the speed shocks both you and Miss. Maximoff. 
A low throat clearing comes from Kurt, “Well professional topics require professional actions, Miss. Maximoff.”
“Oh, Kurt. You know you do not have to be formal with me. I know we have only had a few innocent drinks together back on that resort trip with the students, but I was hopping we could continue it.” she steps closer to him, her legs rubbing and shimming her dress slightly higher. “Maybe we could grade papers together over more drinks. Professionally of course.”
Kurt instinctively looks in your direction, causing Miss. Maximoff to turn as well. She sees nothing and looks at him for an immediate answer. “Erm… I actually have no papers to grade at the moment.”
“Oh… Well Kurt you know what I am really asking here. I know I’m only 23…”
Miss. Maximoff’s voice fades out as you catch a glimpse of your skin returning to normal. You wiggle your fingers in front of your face, panicking at how quickly the invisibility surge is waring off. You wave at Kurt with a now fully noticeable hand and mimic his eyes as they widen.
“Yes. Maybe, Wanda. I will get back to you. Right now, I must…” Kurt grabs Miss Maximoff by her shoulders and walks her out, blocking her from turning around. At the door he keeps his head peaking through a crack, but you cannot see them.
“I have to call Logan!” He smiles and shuts the door, quickly following through with the lock this time. His chest blows up with an immense sigh that rolls through the office. He turns back to his desk to help you up, but you had moved to the back of the room. Kurt searches for you as you move behind him, contemplating what just happened. Your jealously quickly moves into lust and you slide quietly on his desk, watching him look around the room. Your powers are still holding long enough for you to grab your clothes and throw them at Kurt’s face as he turns. 
“OOF! A bit aggressive don’t you-”
Kurt retracts his tongue as he removes the clothes from his face to find you sitting innocently on his desk. Your skin sticks to the wood of the desk from the slightly dried sweat and you peal you legs open, feeling an icy chill as your thighs touch a wider portion of the desk. Kurt throws your clothes to the side and walks around you to double check the door and blinds. He shuts off the lights and you can barely see his figure walk up behind you. The sound of a zipper’s buzzing fills the silence and soon you feel a spaded tail gently snake on your back and over your shoulder, around your neck. Kurt slips off his uniform completely and slowly lays you on your back, sprawled on the desk as he stands above you, pinning your hair to the desk with his thighs. You feel his member graze your lips as his three fingers smooth over your stomach and push your thighs open. His warm breath on your hips and his soft chest on your stomach is the last thing your rational mind remembers before lust took over both of you.
***
You walk carefully through the corridors of the mansion remembering your goodbye to Kurt and the angst of pulling your bodies apart. You hear his voice in your mind as you remember perfectly “Now don’t think I’ve forgotten your 21st birthday this month, Liebling. I am in the process of stealing you away for a few days.” 
You never really thought you would be in this situation. Even though you are on your last year of classes before apprenticing with an x-man, it would still look bad if Kurt and you had been caught. 
You sigh to yourself, “just a little while longer and we won’t have to hide it anymore. “ 
Still. 
Part of you enjoyed the secrecy. 
There was only one thing that made you uneasy, irritated… and self-conscious. A pearly voice gets louder as you come up to your next classroom. You stand in the doorway, straightening your clothes while gripping your backpack, ready to give the teacher a coy smile.
“Now I want you to turn to page 37 and- ah Y/N, glad you’ve gotten around to joining us. We are thirty minutes into class, you know.” Miss. Maximoff huffs and waves you away to a desk. 
You take a seat at the back of the class unaware that when Miss Maximoff turned back again, she caught a slight glimpse of a blue clump of fur fall from your hair.
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[ducktbm]

This just how he be in Evolution and I love it

[thepineapplejuicer]

OneShot

Imagine... being enemies with Kurt and being stranded together.

Thank you and enjoy!

You fly off the ground away from Magneto and Apocalypse, the x men’s blackbird in your sights. Summoning all your power, your fist begins to glow a neon yellow, nuclear energy at your fingertips. You ready a punch, but before you can send the blast into the plane two arms wrap around your waist. You elbow the figure sporadically as the two of you tumble from hundreds of feet in the air. You are taken into a purple portal of smoke and your insides turn into mush as you realize you are on the ground in seconds.

That was hours ago.

“Just admit you’re lost!” You groan as your ankle slightly folds into the uneven dirt.

“Just admit you won’t stop following me!” Kurt snaps back, purposely dragging his tail along the dusty road to spray you with small pebbles.

“You teleported us to a desert! Why would you do that?! For someone who is teleported a sentinel’s head clean off, you sure are lousy and a defensive move!”

“And you? Why aren’t you just flying us out of here?”

You stop dramatically and swing your arms out, “Wha, wha, WHERE?! We are in the middle of nowhere!”

Kurt’s nose twitches from anger. The two of you have been at each other’s throats since you left the Xmen; nothing but never-ending banter and sparing on and off the battlefield. The two of you are silent, watching your own feet shuffle across the sparsely weeded terrain.

“It’s getting dark.”

You blink your eyes several times, emanating a yellow light from each eyeball. “So?” you say sarcastically, pushing past Kurt to light the way. Something warm hits your back and you grab it in anger ripping it off your head as you spin around.

Kurt walks past you as you realize you are holding his bomber jacket in your hands, “So it’s getting cold.” His germen accent grows either soft or tired, you could not tell passed the heavy breathing. You slip it on, remembering how his smell used to seep into your clothes every day.

“The jackets new…” you mention, trying to ease into the conversation.

“Yes, well I needed a change.”

“It’s nice.”

“Stop it. We aren’t friends anymore.”

You press your lips together and use the collar of the jacket to cover your neck from the breeze, “I remember we were more than friends.”

“Funny you remember that but not your beliefs.”

“Oh, for Christ sake, Kurt! I am trying to be civil with you.”

“NO!” Kurt spins around, “You’re trying to get my guard down.”

You stay in one spot as Kurt continues to walk, not wanting to see your reaction to his words. Those words truly hurt you. Nothing was harder than leaving the Xmen- leaving Kurt. You had to do it, no one understood why, but you had to. Every day you were eaten away by questions; drowned in nightmares from the clues. You had to find out the truth before you could return to the Xmen, but you need to keep them safe. This was your mission after all.

You walk the opposite direction and rest for a moment on a jagged rock.

“What are you doing?” Kurt sighs from a distance.

“I’m tired.” You shout.

You see Kurt’s head hang down in annoyance and then walk towards you, “We cannot afford to stop now.”

Before you can protest, he picks you up bridal style and continues to walk in the same direction. You watch his focused expression as you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the slightly sweaty clumps of fur. He does not look at you at all.

“I miss this.”

He still does not look at you, but he keeps himself from blinking as well. You look away from him and debate on telling him the truth. You hated the secrecy and the resentment you bred for each other.

“I miss you.” Kurt whispers out so quietly, you heard it before the wind could.

“Kurt… there is something I need to tell you.”

He meets your eyes and remembers that look all to well. Kurt places you down gently and waits for you to speak.

“I never wanted to leave, but I had to.”

Kurt squints his eyes from suspicion.

“Emma Frost gave me a file. In it I found out who magneto really was…”

You turned away in shame, “He’s my half-brother Kurt.”

[yza]

💙 are there any X-Men Evolution Nightcrawler fans out there?? 💙

I made some stickers and prints of the ever so charming Fuzzy Dude for my first Artist Alley Convention back in February, and I still have some in stock!!

It’s so hard finding X-Men Evo Kurt merch, so I had to make my own! I hope these can find loving homes, because who doesn’t love Kurt Wagner!!❣️

Please check them out along with other goodies at yzagart.storenvy.com (Link in Bio)

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[thepineapplejuicer]

Know it all

Chapter 8

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?

Hunching over Forge's workbench, I gently place the wires between each other. The baton was now nicely polished and the newly attached, shiny red button made me feel safer already.  I place the tweezers down gently, still in slow motion so to not harm my new prototype. Setting it down, I glance at the other two things I tinkered with. My watch, once recovering scrap metal that was shattered from my encounter with Pietro, is now improved with wireless communication linking capability, an electronic overload capable of blacking out an entire street block, and preset orders to my favorite Chinese delivery joint.

The last gadget is not complete. It was an old Rubix cube, but with enough wires and an- illegal- AI program I was able to make it into a small command drone. High pitch chimes and digitalized chirps come from the Rubix cube as it tries to float on its own.

"Easy, your not ready for a flight test just yet." I catch it in my hands and smile as the small light that mimicked an eye movement stared up at me.

"I think I'll call you, DOD; Drone of Defence. What do you think?"

It hums.

"Oh yeah, voice diagnostics aren't done. Sorry."

DOD beeps and directs its glowing eye to the door.

"Yeah, I just need to grab something from my workbench." Forge barges in and is shocked by my presence.

"Oh, you're still here." He glances towards my room, "Did you even sleep last night?"

"Night?" I looked at the time on my watch, 5 am, amazed that I hadn't registered the hours pass me by. "I guess I was on a roll."

"Well, I see you made use of that old baton. What does the red button do?"

"Want to find out?" I grin, reaching over and putting on a pair of safety glasses, "I haven't tested it out yet, so be prepared for sparks. Literally." before Forge can take any procautions I press the red button lightly, igniting the white electric current wrapping around the metal baton.

"Woah!" A new voice comes in.

I switch it off and notice that Kurt is standing behind us, awestricken by the electric baton.

"You have a knack for this kind of thing." Forge smiles.

"My other creation isn't quite ready yet though." I rub one of DOD's Rubix squares with my finger.

"You're kidding, you made a drone?" Forge looks at DOD closely.

"That is so cool!" Kurt smiles, adjusting his odd-looking helmet.

"I can't say the same about that getup, what are you wearing?" I look over the panel box strapped to his chest with a datapad and the bike looking helmet.

"I've been working on a device to help Kurt slow down his teleporting speed so that we can see just where he goes. That brimstone dust has to come from somewhere, right?" Forge explains.

"Ja, and maybe we can figure out a way to make me teleport faster and farther."

"That's incredible."

"We are going to do a demonstration once everyone wakes up if you're interested."

"I'd like that," I look at Kurt, "Did you install any safety precautions?"

"No why?" Forge asks, rummaging through his workbench.

I glare at him, "because we have no idea what Kurt will run into if there is another place he transports to."

"He will have Logan with him."

"Oh yes, and Logan is a great help. I'm sure he will throw him extra carefully at enemies."

"He is sorry about that." Kurt interrupts, looking back and forth as Forge and I argue.

"Point is, Kurt should have something to protect him."

"It's too late to install something like that before the test run."

"I'll program it to overload if prompted."

"What?! No! That will fry the circuits!"

"Well, you should have been thinking about Kurt's safety. I won't allow him to go into danger like that without proper defense."

"Allow?" Kurt and Forge grin romantically.

"I absolutely forbid it," I whisper sweetly to Kurt. He smiles leaning casually into my personal space.

"And you can relax, Forge, this overload will only activate all active systems at full compacity, letting off an electrical shock. It will spook off anything directly in front of Kurt, but will not harm key components."

"You talk like a computer," Kurt chuckles, "It's kinda cute."

Forge rolls his eyes, "fine, you better hurry though the others are gathering in the training room." He walks out, leaving Kurt and me alone.

I begin working on the panel, exposing its wires and circuitry. I feel Kurt's eyes leave me and land on my computer systems, "Your work is fascinating, Vi. Why do you have so many monitors on? Can't you just do it from one?"

I smile at the nickname he called me, "It helps me sort through information simultaneously. Helps when there is a lot of information on a subject or I don't want to keep flipping between pages."

"What kind of information?"

My hands stop once I grab a wire between the tweezers, "Kinds that are better off controlled by someone like me."

"Then why do you do it if it makes you stressed?"

"Someone has to keep other people safe. The Xmen have their way of helping and I have mine. My parents used to help me with all this, but they don't exactly have the world's best interests in mind anymore; they'd start a third world war if it got what they wanted."

"You've never mentioned to your parents."

"That is a long story, Kurt. All you have to know is that they aren't the nicest people and I have no way of controlling their ambitions anymore."

"Maybe one day, you'll tell me the entire story."

I chuckle well aware that if I told him the whole story, how I got the radio, how I dealt with the previous owner of it, and what I've done to get this far, he would never look at me the same. The way he looks at an innocent person; a normal person.  I didn't want to ruin that.

"Yeah, maybe."

I close the panel on his chest but don't let go.

"Are you busy this Saturday?" he asks.

Goosebumps run along my arms, hoping that he is going to ask me to his school's dance. "No, not at all why?" knowing that I can't know for sure in my line of work.

He rubs the back of his neck and starts to trip over his words, "I had so much  fun on our date at the carnival." he stopped, "I mean- was it a date?"

I nod, moving the hair from his face.

"Well, there is this dance..."

"Kurt, everyone is waiting for you! Come on, we are so tired, I'm trying to catch some more Zs." Evan shouts from the room across from us.

"Ah, well, can we talk later?" Kurt asks, rubbing my elbow.

"Definitely."

Evan walks in, obviously not a morning person. Kurt and I back away from each other, "Yes, you're all set, just hold this switch here and the panel will overload." I go over.

"Right, thank you, Vi."

Kurt walks out the door with Evan. "I'll be there in a moment," I say, latching the baton into a clip holster on my thigh.

I hear Evan whisper teasingly to Kurt, "Vi? Dude!"

"Shut up!" Kurt hurries into the next room, ducking from my view.

Xavier watches as Logan and Kurt finish getting ready for Forge's test. The rest of the Xmen yawn and groan. "Did you get my pictures?" Kitty grins and elbows me. "Yes, Kitty."

"Did he ask you yet?"

"He's getting around to it."

"You two would look so cute together, Vi." Rogue chimes in.

There is that nickname again...

"Does everyone know?" I chuckle.

"He was asking us for advice," Scott whispers in, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I look at Jean, hoping she would let me in on something Kurt said to her, but she just stays silent, focusing on Forge's demonstration. We all follow her example and pay attention as forge prepares his demonstration.

"Alright Kurt, everything is hooked up- teleport at will. "

"Hey! I'll head over to the school and get a sneak peek at the decorations for the dance."

Everyone murmurs with glee and while Kurt readies himself to teleport. They stand there for a few minutes staring into space.

Then a few more seconds pass, "uh Kurt?" Logan asks.

"I- I don't know, I can't teleport."

Logan slowly turns his gaze to me.

I raise my brow with attitude, "What is there something on my face?" I feel Scott knock on my wrist bands.

"Oh. sorry." I move towards the door and Kurt and Logan immediately disappear in a puff of purple smoke.

*************

I pick my cuticles as my eyes scan the open area of the training room, waiting for Kurt's return. "Do you have a visual on them?" I ask Forge while getting up and shuffle him out of the way of his monitor.

He huffs, "yeah, right there." he points out Kurt's vitals and I am somewhat relieved. "Brief me on your back up retrieval plan."

"My what?"

I look stirnly at Forge, "your plan if they get stuck in there?"

Xavier looks over waiting for Forge to explain.

"Uh..."

"'Uh' is not a backup retrieval plan!"

"Forge, you informed me that you had a plan." Xavier wheels up to us.

"Well... I had one coming."

"Forge!"

As everyone questions Forge I hear a small buzzing noise come from his computer. "uh oh." I quickly kick Xavier's chair away and tumble to the side with Forge in my arms as his computer explodes from overload.

The sparks settle as the team coughs from the rising smoke. "What happened?" Forge asks, getting startled by the sprinklers turning on. I gather my wet hair and begin to drain it, "I happened, genius. That overload happened because Kurt activated MY safety measure."

A phone begins to ring and I instinctively grab my own.

"Logan?" Xavier asks into his own phone. "at the school?"

I can hear Kurt in the background, "Never teleporting again!"

*****

I fidget with my keyboard as the day goes by. Once the professor and storm retrieved logan and Kurt from the school everyone gave them some space. I objected to him going to school for the rest of the day, but he insisted he would be alright, even with how shaken up he was. He told me he saw red dinosaur monsters in the dimension he traveled to.

I sit up and search through the information my previous agents acquired. "Says here that there have been sightings of red reptilian giants when Doctor strange opened a portal two years back."

My monitor starts ringing as I find his contact information.

"Hello?"

"Doctor Strange? This is the commander." I ensure that the voice masking is working properly before continuing. "I'll cut right to the chase. I hear you've opened a dimensional veil in the past and some creatures had escaped from its fragments. Could you describe them?"

"Which commander? I hear your litter brigade is going through some dilemmas."

I pause, " Where did you hear this?"

He chuckles, "So this is the real commander? I had a hunch the last one was a fake. Someone contacted me claiming to be the commander and if I spoke a word about it I would be eliminated."

"How do you know I am not the imposter?" I continue baiting him.

"Because killing isn't your style. It's been a long time since you came to me for information. I'm guessing you're referring to the apex predators belonging to the brimstone dimension, courtesy of our mutual friend Azazel? Yes, I've run into them, and the only way to be rid of the pests is to mimic the portal of entry."

"So it is possible for them to escape through cracks of the closed portals?"

"Very."

"I appreciate the detail."

"Of course, commander. I do owe you after all."

I stay silent remembering the information I used to feed him regarding his old human girlfriend.

"And commander? I hope you kick those frauds out."

I hang up hesitantly.

"Find anything on those creatures?" Logan's voice comes from the door behind me. My brow narrows, "fortunately, I have."

"Great, whatcha got?"

"What do you have."

" 'scuse me?"

"It's 'What do you have?' not 'whatcha got?"

"Gotta problem with how I talk?"

"That is hardly the problem."

"So what? Is it ma throwin arm?"

My fists tighten, "Enough of this, I will report my findings to the professor." I lock my monitors before I leave Logan with an idiotic smile plastered on his face.

*****

"So we could be looking at these creatures coming into our dimension?" Xavier asks.

"We WILL be is more accurate." I correct.

"So we have to mimic Kurt's teleportation right?" "Forge begins, "Oh come on that is child's play for Vi and I. HA! Vi and I..."

Forge looks at my unamused expression and kills his chuckle, "Anyways we can totally rig that up, Vi!"

"I am glad you're enthused, we will need to construct it right away."

The front door opens and the student's laughter pours into the mansion.

"Let's keep this to ourselves, we wouldn't want to alarm the students so close to their dance."

Forge and I nod and walk out into the main corridor. I spot Kurt and decide that this is a better time than ever to give him the chance to ask me to the dance.

As I approach him his eyes lock on me, but he quickly turns around and teleports away. I reach the others as they look at me with an apologetic face.

******

Earlier that day (Kurt's POV)

"Ah, man! What do I do?!" I groan letting my forehead hit the table. "Well, you've kind of set yourself up, man." Evan chuckles.

"It's not funny! You know how much I wanted to ask Violet to the dance! I was so caught up in trying to ask her I didn't even think that Amanda would ask me."

"Why don't you just tell Amanda the truth?" Scott offers, more sympathetic to me.

"Oh ja. Hey Amanda! I can't go to the dance with you because I want to go with a different girl who doesn't even go here. I'm not that stupid!"

"Point taken. Sorry, pal."

******

later that night (Violet's POV)

Back at the monitors again. I lazily click around the blueprints for the device Forge and I need to complete as soon as we can. It's ridiculous for me to be upset that Kurt has another date, I am here for one purpose. "Geez, its only been a few weeks of being here, why do I feel so emotional about this?"

"Because you're a teenager." I groan as I see Logan come up next to me.

"That was a private thought Mr. Howlet."

"Oh ho ho, ya know ma actual name. How long it take ya to fish that out?"

"Please, your information may as well be posted on a wiki page."

He chuckles then shifts closer to me, "look I know ya don't like me, but you're still a student here-"

"I am no such thing! You will do best to remember that I came here to complete a job, not condone or contribute to your training of mutants."

"So you hate mutants."

"No! I don't. I - I don't know. No."

I sigh and get out of my chair, "regardless of my opinions on mutants I am not here to explain it to you. Nor do I need you to explain my own feelings."

Logan nods sarcastically and begins to walk out. Honestly, I am surprised he is leaving without a fight.

"Remember, we all have one thing in common kid, " he stops at the door, " We've all been afraid of our own minds."

My body cradles itself once he leaves.

"I'm here to do a job. I'm here to do a job. I'm here..."

The lights go out and the only thing illuminating on my body are the countless monitors on the wall.

"God. Why am I here?"

[ducktbm]

While I’m at it I drew Kurt from X-Men Evolution!! + I fixed his human disguise bc the original fit was absolutely not great I also gave him a cross