#like buddy - storm and Jean fucking Grey were there - you wouldn’t have changed shit

[twicearoundthebend]

worstie wolverine backstory thoughtssss

What if it wasn’t a group of anti mutants that stormed the mansion - what if it was weapon x coming specifically to take Logan back

I’m going to ramble and I’m not fact checking so like - ramble back and correct me if you want

Logan had fucked off to get drunk again. Scott had pleaded as he left, but it was getting easier and easier to tune his voice out. Logan didn’t want a family, he didn’t want to be a guard dog, he wanted to be left alone. The cold of the bar was comforting, familiar - much more familiar than the warmth of the x mansion. He’d settled down to numb his brain till his thoughts froze over, but didn’t reach that point.

Instead, a news broadcast started. The reporter said it was a ‘mutant hate group’ and looking at the carnage he didn’t blame her, but she was wrong. Those uniforms, those faces, he knew them. He’d escaped them, he thought he’d destroyed them, but here they were murdering the people who’d taken him in.

Weapon X.

-

He’d ran to the mansion. Heart in his throat and lungs burning, but he was too late. The x-men were all dead, and the group of scientists and soldiers had left the scene. He’d left them, they’d pleaded for him to stay, and he’d left them to get attacked by his own demons.

He searched through all the bodies, checked over and over for signs of life, but there was nothing. Just vacant stares and still pulses.

A few hours in, he heard a wheeze. He whipped around, scanning, hoping beyond all hope, only for his eyes to land on a Weapon X soldier with vines growing through his chest.

Within a second he was looming over the soldier, ready to do anything for information. But he didn’t even get the satisfaction of torturing the information out of him. The soldier spat the truth out at him, gloating at his pain.

Weapon X had come to the mansion to retrieve Logan. To take him back to be studied, torn apart and put back together over and over again. To take his DNA and turn it into anything they set their minds to. They’d tracked him here, but when they broke through the doors he was nowhere to be found. They hadn’t planned to kill the x-men, but when no one would reveal any information about Logan, they tried to torture the information out. None would give anything up.

“After we’d asked such incriminating questions, they had to die. Can’t have any loose ends, can we? You’re a top secret weapon, Wolverine, and one we desperately want back in our possession.” The soldier managed to sneer around his pain, still looking at Logan like he was less than human. “Death of filth like them isn’t death, it’s mercy.” His face contorted, and before Logan could lop his head off, his eyes went hazy, and his breath stopped.

They had been here for him. They’d murdered the x-men for protecting him. Their last breaths had been spent fighting for him, while he’d been getting pissed. Broken bodies all around him - he couldn’t find anything inside of him besides overwhelming guilt.

[futurewriter2000]

You’re a mean one - pt. 4

A/N: Okay so I don’t know how to make things with Abernathy but I am having some pretty good ideas about it so your choice if you want more Abernathy in or do you want me to make it less complicated. 

XX

It was like that. It was always like that. 

You just thought that since that conversation the two of you had grown you closer together or at least created a bond- friendship? Trust? 

But how else could you describe your life if it wasn’t disappointing? 

Your hair was a mess, meanwhile yesterday it was perfect. You actually put effort into your appearance for him. You caught feelings for him and he just- he just didn’t see.

Worst of all. He ignored you. 

He talked with his friends. He walked and then this girl appeared out of nowhere and put her hand on his back, rubbing it as if she was his. She wasn’t. She’s not for him. He’s better than her in every sense of the world. 

And you’re not for him either. You know that or else he wouldn’t ignore you the way he does- and the two of you are just too different. From two completely diverse worlds. And though you knew that, though you knew that you and he are never meant to be, you were still hurt. Hurt more than you should have been. 

So yesterday you slept all day. You slept and you dreamt wonderful things but then you woke up in the middle of the night and realized that those wonderful things will never take place in your life. That those are dreams and nothing else. And this is a reality. 

So you got up at 00.26 and you went to the bathroom, took off your makeup and went back to your bed. You tucked yourself and looked at the clock just before you went back to sleep at 01.08. 

You didn’t go to school. You didn’t want to see him even though he was everything you thought about. But still, you chose to stay in bed and sleep until you had an enormous headache and back pains. Around 11.09 you got a letter from your father, shaming you as the most irresponsible daughter for not going to class because “you’re sick”. 

But in a way. You did feel like that. You felt sick. You felt like you weren’t normal anymore. You missed those days of being happy. Of not caring about your past, your future, your present. You just wanted that childhood happiness back. Just be happy.

You’re not anymore. 

You feel alone but much more than that you feel like if you died right now, nobody would turn a second eye. You’d just be gone and that’s it. It’s like you are so small nobody can even see you. That feeling was massive.

But something popped into your brain that made you think of something else. You jumped off your bed, put your bra on, sweatpants, your hair in a sustainable bun and you walked down the stairs.

It was at the portrait hole that before you went in a group of people climbed out. He climbed out.

He jumped right in front of you, grinning. "Finally feeling better, princess?" he joked and you just rolled your eyes, pushing him away and climbing through the portrait hole.

"Don't make me catch you after curfew (y/l/n)!" James shouted after you, his laugh echoing behind.

But he didn't really care about curfew or if you come back or not. Even if he was a Head Boy, the last thing he would do was to notice you weren’t where you should have been. 

Nobody noticed until the next day when Alice came down to breakfast.

"Did the hermit finally come back to the cave?" Marlene laughed but Alice only rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Nope. I haven't seen her. She didn't come to any of her classes this morning nor back up to our dorm. I'm kind of worried about her."

"All her stuff is still there. She probably hooked up with someone." she said and by now Sirius was listening intensely.

"Who are we talking about?" he asked.

"Your colashoo buddy." Marlene smiled.

"Wait. She didn't come yesterday back?"

"Nope. Why are you guys worrying so much, like-look!" she said, pointing her finger at the distance. "She's just there..." her voice trailed off when she saw a familiar Slytherin coming after you.

You were still in the same clothes as you were before except your hoodie wasn't the grey Gryffindor one but a black-green Slytherin one.

They were all staring as you laughed in the arms of one of the Slytherins. Paris Abernathy.

"What the hell is she doing with that dickhead?" Sirius gritted his teeth.

He saw you in his arms and he just became enraged. How his hand was loosely hanging on your shoulder, a toothpick pointing out from his perfectly straight white teeth and his lips always so close to your ears, whispering something and causing you to giggle.

"I gotta go now." you smiled, taking his arm off your shoulder and holding his hand.

"Alright." he pulled you back close, hugging you closely. "I'll see you again tonight?"

"Same place?"

"Never the same place, luv." he winked. "I'll send you a note." your fingertips were barely touching due to the distance. "And keep that hoodie. Pissed Gryffindors are always my favorite Gryffindors."

---

Finally, after the whole hot water ran out, you stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped your red towel around your waist. You quickly braided your hair for some nice curls when they dry out, put your T-shirt on, shorts and walked out of the bathroom, finding them all in the room.

"Wow. So much for privacy." you rolled your eyes, draping the wet towel on the edge of the bed and sitting behind the mirror.

"It's our dorm as well. " said Marlene.

"Feels like more than five people live here." you spun around, looking at the other five boys here. "Oh, wait. They almost do." you stood up, went back to the bathroom, cast a charm to dry your hair faster, went back to the mirror and started putting on makeup.

"So, Abernathy?" Marlene started, meanwhile others listened but you didn't answer. "When did the two of you become a-"

"Since my business doesn't concern you. " you replied plainly, not even letting her finish.

"I'm just asking, no need to be a bitch."

"Marlene." you turned around with a fake smile. "You don't ask. You drill into people so you can make fun of them later and spread gossips." you turned back around. "Maybe because you don't have a life to preoccupy yourself with, you stuck your nose into mine."

It was quiet all of a sudden and that silence was exactly the effect that plastered that pleased sly smile on your lips. You didn’t mind the hurt feelings, you just wanted to quickly change and do your hair before this would resolve into unnecessary drama.

"What happened to you?" Sirius said all of a sudden, knitting his eyebrows together.

"I knew you never really cared." you turned around to him, scoffing to yourself. "What happened to me? Didn't you listen to me last time? I finally became selfish like all of you." you threw the brush on the table and went to your wardrobe, pulling out your black jeans, a tight T-shirt and a jacket.

"No. You just turned into a bitch." he stood up.

"Yeah." you smiled wickedly, walked towards him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for that." you walked by him, grabbed your wallet and hopped down the stairs.

He stood there for a moment before turning around and looking at the others. "She's high. Her pupils are way too-”

“Merlin, Sirius!” Marlene groaned furiously, getting off her bed. “Why do you care so much about her?! It’s her life! She can do whatever she wants with it, whether that’s getting high or shagging the Slytherin’s biggest trouble maker! Her  stupid choice!”

“You don’t get it Marlene!” he snapped at her. “How can you say those things when she’s been your roommate for whole 7 years here in Hogwarts! You don’t know shit about her because you never even tried!”

“Mate, that’s enough.” James tried to calm him down but Sirius just couldn’t.

“No. I know you’re pissed that she was mean to you just three seconds ago but she was right about something, Marls. You don’t have your own fucking life so you go snoop into others.” and he stormed out of the room. 

---

It was at night when he was sitting alone in the Shrieking Shack when he realized just how much he was over-exaggerating about the whole situation. Marlene was right. You can do whatever you want with your life but drugs? That wasn’t you. You wouldn’t choose that. You’re smarter than that. And Paris Abernathy? That fool? Why him? 

It’s not like he was being jealous or anything but you could do so much better than Abernathy. He knew that Sirius himself and you would never work. Not in a million years because the two of you are just too different to work together. Constantly arguing about the slightest things. 

But that was just it. You were so fiery all the time and just at the thought of your angry eyebrows and your pursed together lips made him smile. He just loved seeing you so frustrated with him but at the same time, he loved seeing you so peaceful and calm- like the day he woke up next to you. 

He remembers the first time he saw you sleep, he barely opened his eyes and all he could see was your lips because your hair was covering the rest of your face. Your cheek was pressed on the pillow softly, making your plush lips shaped like a duck’s lip. You were so beautiful- so graceful in those white sheets. Your bare shoulder was in the open meanwhile your hands dug deep under the pillow, bringing it closer to your head. 

“Merlin-” he said out loud, looking up at the ceiling of the room and smiling. This time he remembered the time the two of you were stuck on the floor a few steps away from the portrait hole. After that heart-touching moment, the two of you mostly laughed and teased each other until the shoe-sticking charm broke loose. You had one of the most adorable laughs. It was different than with the others but there really was something in you that just brought all the light into the room and that was the feature he loved you for the most. 

Loved. That’s a strong word to use because he didn’t really know if he loved you. He loved James, like a brother but loving you? That was a bit extreme. Maybe he cared for you enough to think about you all the time. Whether you were okay or not, how you felt and how you walked those halls so bravely. 

You were your own person. You didn’t need friends like he did. You were independent meanwhile Sirius always needed somebody to be there with him.

True- he thought you were doing fine after the whole sho-sticking fiasco. You looked completely fine and he didn’t much bother because maybe you were embarrassed after what you told him? Maybe all you needed was space and that was what he gave you. Your space. 

But what if just by giving you that space drove you into Abernathy’s arms?

He has to ask you. he needs to ask you why Abernathy? Are the two of you sleeping together?- That question put some awful thoughts into his head, he didn’t want to picture and just that almost drove him over the edge to storm into the dungeons and strangle that piece of shit. He doesn’t get to see you in the mornings. Abernathy is too corrupt to see just how graceful you get to be when you sleep because then, he would just exploit that. He would use you- maybe even drive you to your madness.

No. Not Abernathy. You won’t be with him. You won’t. Not on his watch.