Make It Gayer

Baby Jules with Papa Logan

Just more Jules. I love them so much…

Discord 

20+ only

Literate/Semi-lit only

NSFW themes (“Fades to black” preferred), violence, dark themes ok

Comic-verse only 

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Looking for someone to write Fem!Nightcrawler against my Wolverine. Specifically looking for slice-of-life/action/romance in theme.

I am willing to write multiple characters, including: Laura Kinney, Akihiro, Colossus, Rogue, Gambit, etc. 

I prefer multiple replies a day, but at minimum, one reply a day. 

Tried something

Jules and Cole!

In Jules’ (they/she/he) later years, she presents mainly femme, and being a shapeshifter allows her to carry her son, Cole. She’s definitely “Mr. Cool Mom”, and takes pride in her family. Obviously, Kurt’s genes run strong.

Rologurt and Romy cousins!

Jules being dramatic as usual, featuring their cousin, Adelaide (credit @trexdrabbles). They’re probably talking about boys…. Or their next round of mischief!

Kurt and baby Jules

The dichotomy of Jules

We love some genderfluid royalty

Fanchild of Nightcrawler/Wolverine

Fan child? Fan child.

This is Julian, aka, Jules (they/them). They are the child of Nightcrawler/Wolverine, raised by Kurt/Logan/Ororo. Takes mostly after Kurt in the looks department, but draws heavy influence from Ororo in personality. Powers consist of shapeshifting and possibly teleportation.

They are shy as a young child, with high separation anxiety from family, but they grow into a mutant ambassador with a regal, confident, and powerful air about them (mostly influenced by Ororo). Jules’ relationship with their parents is good, and with their half-sister, Laura. They are closest with Storm, but Kurt and Logan as well.

(( An idea that popped into my head after listening to too much of the "Mamma Mia!" Soundtrack on repeat. It's just a blurb, but if you enjoy it, I might write it into something more! Enjoy your angst.)) ---

Kurt pulls his gray zip-up closed, shivering as the cool off-shore breeze ruffles his dark curls. He’d been feeling rather listless lately, the usual feeling of loneliness he felt between missions beginning to creep back in again. That was the bad part about being an X-man he supposed, the lack of attachments. Sure, he had his friends and sister, Anna Marie, but no one to hold and call his own; at least, not at the moment.

 Stuck in his head, he walks the river path as the darkness begins to creep in, tail swishing behind him as he listens to the breeze and the sound of people passing by as he takes in the cool autumn evening. His eyes stick to the path immediately in front of him, only wandering occasionally as he continues his stroll. It’s not until he hears a familiar laugh that his gaze is torn from the pavement, searching the vicinity around him. His eyes land on a pair of familiar figures, perched under a street lamp a ways up the path. 

Logan Howlette leans against the lamp post with his leather jacket slung over his arm, smile wide as he chats with none other than Ororo Munroe. It was odd to see them out together, but by the way they stood close, Logan’s hand over hers, he could only assume that they were on a date. Kurt tries not to stare, but as he watches Logan flash that familiar smile, he feels his heart sink. Ororo laughs, a blush rising to her cheeks as she leans in closer to him, brushing a kiss against his lips. 

Averting his gaze, Kurt continues on his way wordlessly as memories of fleeting touches and shared proximity flash back into his mind, the smell of cigar smoke, leather, and woods fresh in his memory. As he passes them on the footpath, he can’t help but see a flash of clear baby blues in his mind, having memorized the way Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled or laughed. It was the worst mistake he’d ever made, taking his best friend as his lover, only to lose him. 

Kurt knew what game he’d gotten into, but something in him thought he could change Logan’s mind, that eventually he’d settle down and the need to sow his wild oats would pass; Unfortunately, The Wolverine was not one to be tamed. The hold he had on Kurt’s mind and soul was no joke.

Hi! My name is Nerky, and I am looking to expand my RP base. I’m looking for lit to semi-lit, 18+ writers who are fairly active (one post a day, at least a paragraph, but flexible on length). I write via Discord, so if you think you are interested, please feel free to DM for my user. I’ve been writing on and off for 10+ years, and love new and creative plots. I also love to talk OOC, share art/fanart, and come up with head canons/AUs. I tend to stick to the comic/animated show canons, or a mix of both; I don’t tend to use the MCU content.

Please see below for the pairings I am looking to write! If you have any questions, feel free to comment or DM.

Pairings:

- Wolverine/Nightcrawler

- Wolverine/Storm

- Wolverine/Nightcrawler/Storm

- Wolverine/Sabretooth (Unrelated/comic canon! No incest.)

- Wolverine/Sabretooth/Nightcrawler (Can also include Storm)

- Wolverine with young daughter!X-23 (Lil’ Laura AU) (Must pair with Storm/Nightcrawler/Sabretooth)

Lil Laura AU info here <-

Laura didn’t like that Vati was sick. It started when Kurt hadn’t been able to take her to the Planetarium for their field trip. She’d gotten up and ready at 5:30 AM as usual, and had even tied her own shoes before coming down to help set the table for breakfast. Instead of seeing Vati at the stove making pancakes, it was Papa making eggs!

Laura knew that wasn’t right… usually Vati made pancakes, and they did spelling before going out to say goodbye to Papa and Dad for the day. Victor smiles and rumbles happily as Laura hugs him around the middle, but frowns as he sees her look of confusion. 

“What is it, Cub? Is something wrong?”

Laura nods slowly, looking around the kitchen, “...where’s Vati?”

Victor goes quiet for a moment, reaching down to smooth Laura’s crazy hair as he scrambles the eggs with his other hand, “He’s not feeling well today, Cub. Dad is in the bedroom making sure he’s ok.”

Laura frowns, leaning into Victor’s touch, “He’ll feel better soon though, right? His healing factor will make him feel good before going to the Planetarium.”

“No, Cub. He’s going to be in bed for a couple of days; Vati doesn’t heal like we do, and Dad and I are pretty sure he has the flu. You’ll have to go to the Planetarium another day.”

Laura nods as Victor pulls his hand away to take the eggs off the stove. Looking towards her parents’ bedroom door, she looks up at Victor again as he plates the eggs with a couple slices of toast. 

“Can I help you carry those to Vati?” 

Victor smiles, offering her a plate, “Both hands.”

As he grabs the other three plates and a cup of tea, Victor watches as Laura pushes the door open quietly, the darkened room lit by only one bedside lamp. They’re met by the smell of vapor rub and the sound of Kurt’s coughing, Logan at his side, doing his best to keep the man comfortable. Laura comes around to Kurt’s side of the bed, looking up to see Nightcrawler blowing his nose into a hanky. The Elf smiles weakly as he sees Laura, flopping back into the pillows propped up behind him. 

“Guten morgen, Liebchen… es tut meir lied, I don’t think ve’ll be able to go to zhe museum today.” 

Laura nods, holding the breakfast offerings out to him, “That’s ok, Vati… I just want you to feel better. Papa and I brought you breakfast.”

Logan reaches across, taking the plate carefully from Laura in Kurt’s stead. Setting it in his lap, Kurt smiles a bit as Laura climbs up to be beside him. 

“I am not so veak zhat I cannot lift my own plate, but danke, you three.” Kurt chuckles, but devolves into a coughing fit. Covering his mouth with his elbow, it takes him a moment to be able to breathe clearly again. 

Logan and Victor seem worried, Laura looking at her parents’ faces in order to gauge her response. She’d never really been sick, or around a sick person before; all she knew is that she wanted Vati better. 

“Sounds like you’ll be on bed rest for the remainder of the week, Elf.” Logan takes his and Laura’s plates, sitting in the bed beside Kurt. 

Victor sits on the floor on Kurt’s other side, leaning against the nightstand, “...wouldn’t doubt it if you still need rest getting into the weekend, too.”

As Laura is handed her plate of eggs and toast, she points to the mug of tea by Victor’s side, “Don’t forget Vati’s tea!”

Victor smiles, nodding, “Good remembering, Cub.”

Nightcrawler accepts the tea gratefully, sipping it carefully as he elects to favor the fluids over the food. Sighing, the man looks to Laura with a half smile, “Haschen, you look worried.”

Laura nods, half-heartedly picking at her eggs. Logan gently pats her on the shoulder, squeezing gently, “Vati will be fine, Kiddo. He just has to rest.”

“Maybe you can help nurse me back to health, ja?” Kurt chuckles, but coughs again, “I’d love it if you’d read me a story, Haschen.”

With a determined look in her eyes, Laura quickly scarfs her toast, setting the plate aside as she scrambles off of the bed. They watch as she runs towards her room, pulling the door open. It isn’t long before Laura returns with a stack of children’s books, biting her lip in concentration as she attempts to balance them. Sitting on the end of the bed, she pulls a book off of the top of the pile and crawls up next to Kurt. 

Snuggling next to the man, she opens the book and looks up at him, “Can you still help me with the big words?”

Kurt smiles, nodding. Settling back, he wraps an arm around Laura’s waist and sips his tea with his free hand. 

“Once upon a time…”

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Laura sleeps beside Kurt, book propped against her chest. Kurt snores as well, arm still draped loosely around his daughter’s waist. Logan and Victor look at each other from the doorway, impressed both of them had made it that far through the pile of books. It’d been several hours since they’d started reading at breakfast, a gentle stream of sunlight falling across the bed. 

“He’s finally asleep,” Victor whispers, smiling, “...Cub did it.”

Lil Laura AU info here <-

Laura yawns as she trails out of her room, hair tousled from sleep. It was still early, about 5:30 AM, but that's the time she usually found Papa and Dad getting ready to go out training for the day. Still mostly asleep, she habitually wraps her arms around the first pair of legs she finds, hugging gently as she murmurs a quiet “G’morning”. The chuckle that follows is familiar, but not one belonging to one of her fathers. 

“Bonjour, Petit!”

Quickly rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Laura blinks and looks up to find Uncle Remy standing at the counter, a mug of coffee and a newspaper in hand. His smile is warm as he leans over to pick her up, sitting her on his hip as he sets the paper aside. 

“How’s Remy’s girl, hm?”

Laura smiles, looking around the kitchen as she does so. With no sign of Logan, Kurt, or Victor, she figures they must have been called away on a mission. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lets her head flop to his shoulder. One thing about Remy was that he always smelled so good, like leather, tobacco, and spice. 

“I’m happy you’re here! Are we going to cook ‘Special Breakfast’ together?” Laura’s clear green eyes find Remy’s dark ones, which crinkle at the edges as he smiles back at her. 

“Of course, Petit. Remy was thinkin’ eggs, pancakes, an’ sausage?” Laura nods against his shoulder, watching as Remy finishes his coffee, “Alrigh’, let Remy put this in da sink, an’ we’ll get started. Go wash those hands!”

Remy sets Laura down, chuckling as she races to wash her hands. Rinsing out his mug, he finds a frilly pink apron hung on the wall (presumably Kurt’s), and pulls it down to tie around his waist. As Laura returns, he pulls over a step stool and begins to gather ingredients, setting them on the counter in front of her as Laura bounces excitedly on her heels. The man chuckles to himself, handing Laura a bowl and a fork to whisk the eggs. 

“Alrigh’, remember how Remy showed you to crack da eggs last time?” Laura nods, biting her lip in concentration as Gambit hands her a couple of eggs, “We need five this time, so go ahead… Remy’s here if you need help.”

Laura does her best, opening the shell with a swift motion as she deposits the gooey insides into the bowl. Remy nods approvingly, reaching over to guide her hold a bit on the next egg. Soon, all five eggs are cracked, with minimal shells getting into the bowl. They add the milk, salt and pepper to the mixture, and Remy helps Laura to whisk the eggs. Soon, they’re heating the pan and a griddle for the pancakes, Laura working on the pancake batter. 

“When you’re done with the pancake batter, come help Remy at the stove, but be careful, it’s hot.” 

Laura nods, stomach growling audibly as Remy starts the eggs and sausage. She laughs, Remy smiling as he begins to scramble the eggs. Laura walks over, bringing her step stool with her as Remy pulls the bowl of batter and a ladle over beside the griddle. She’s careful not to burn herself as Remy helps her balance in front of the stove. 

“Ok, Petit… just like this,” he pours a pancake to demonstrate the size, “...no bigger, or they won’t cook at the same time. When you start to see bubbles around the outside, we can flip them.”

Laura  nods, following Remy’s lead. Soon, all of the pancakes are flipped, and the eggs and sausage are ready to be plated. Remy steps away from the stove for a second to grab plates out of the cabinet, setting them in front of Laura as he takes everything off of the stove. Offering several different types of condiments and toppings, he nods approvingly. 

“Go ahead, Petit… serve the food. Remy will set da table.”

Laura nods, looking at Remy for a moment, “...can I put whatever I want on the pancakes?”

Remy chuckles, nodding, “You’re da chef, Petit… do what your heart desires!”

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Laura tells Remy to sit at the table, looking rather excited. Gambit obliges, pouring milk and orange juice for both of them as he does so. As Laura brings the plates to the table, Remy gasps. 

“Oh, Petit! Remy loves dese!”

Remy motions to the pancakes, which Laura had paid special attention to. She’d take the time to lay out each chocolate chip into a heart, along with some fresh fruit. Beaming, Laura climbs into her chair. 

“Je t’aime, Uncle Remy. Thank you for making ‘Special Breakfast’ with me.”