#logan fell so hard for wade that it actually scared him

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's drunken monologue after realising how hard he's fallen for Wade and there's no way but to surrender and let the power of love guide him

[avocado-writing]

Avo please 😔 do the DP&W fandom some justice.

Please please give us a Deadpool and Logan Eiffel Tower fic (or just headcanons whatever works best for you 💜)

rated e. smut & fluff. minors dni.

There are ups and downs to all aspects of the relationship, you suppose. 

The downs tend to be pretty dramatic: Wade says something thoughtless, or goading, or just plain irritating, and Logan tends to react… explosively. The snik of claws appearing has become a sort of soundtrack to your day. Usually you can intercede in time to calm tensions down but when you can’t, well, they usually end up breaking not only each other’s bones but the furniture too. 

At least you only buy the flat-pack stuff. 

You’ll inevitably tell them both off and force them to repair what’s been smashed, and after a couple of hours and a few drinks they’re in each other’s good books again: Wade is cursing at the SKOGSTA and Logan is trying to suppress an affectionate smile behind a beer. 

But when it’s good? Man, it’s fucking great. The three of you have an unmatched synergy. A lot of your friends are jealous of how easy things are for you, how the pieces just sort of fell into normalcy after your time in the Void. Your favourite place to be is with your legs slung up over Logan’s thighs on the sofa, face buried in your mercenary’s lap, some shitty movie on that Wade keeps trying to guess the twist to. 

And then there are nights like tonight, nights where brief touches throughout the day evolve into caresses evolve into gropes. Inevitably you’re thrown onto the bed, and it’s not much of a wait before one of you is between the others. 

Tonight it’s your turn to be spoiled. 

Logan’s hands dig into your hips so hard you’re scared his claws will flick out. Actually, scratch that, you’re not scared; the idea of it makes you so wet you’re pretty sure he can feel it on his cock. You love it when he loses control. He slams into you even harder when you let out a choked-off little moan, your pleasure only beckoning the beast out further. 

Wade cups your jaw in his hand, angling it open a little further so he can press deeper into your throat. When he’s happy with the angle he slides his grip down to your neck so he can feel himself fucking you there. 

“Fuck, aren’t you a pretty sight, baby?” he hums, running his thumb around the seam of your lips where drool starts to spill. “You should see the way you’re taking his cock. People would pay by the hour to watch that.” He tilts his head to the side, a thought taking root. “Hmm, actually, that’s not a bad idea. Think there’s a market for mutant porn? Nightcrawler must have an OnlyFans, right?”

You slap his thigh to get his attention back. This is why you like him in the middle. Logan can keep his mouth occupied with his thick cock, you can fuck him with your favourite strap. Either way it’s difficult for him to talk. 

You do find it pretty endearing though, all things considered. Bastard, you think, lovingly. 

Logan growls, and for a second you’re not sure if it’s in agreement or aggravation. Luckily he’s quick to clarify. 

“He’s right. You take me so fucking well. Pretty fucking pussy was made for me. Us,” he mutters, voice so gravelly it could pave a driveway. You moan around Wade’s dick at his filthy mouth, clutching the sheets so tight they threaten to rip as he doubles his pace. His cock pistons in and out of you making a wet sound which fills the bedroom and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking turned on. With every thrust you’re pushed forward, taking Wade so far down your throat that your eyes start to water. 

Messy and desperate is how they like you, and you kinda agree with them. 

Then Logan’s movement pauses for a second, something you know only happens when he’s been met with something totally astounding. 

“Wha… Wade, I’m not gonna give you a fucking high five.”

You pull back, looking to see where Wade is lowering his hand, pouting. 

“Come on, Peanut. You know you want to.”

“Wade, what the fuck?” you ask. “Don’t be weird about this, I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Okay well you did that before and it made me cum, so that’s not the threat you think it is, sweetheart. Besides this right here? This is the best thing ever. Just wanted to find some camaraderie with my boo in the moment. C’mon, you won’t leave me hanging, will you?”

He holds his hand out to you, and you pause for a moment - well aware Logan is still balls deep inside your soaking cunt - before giving in and slapping it. Yeah. This is pretty great, to be fair. Wade pumps his fist in triumph. 

“Knew it! You never let me down. Not even after the dick biting.”

“You actually asked for that, honey.”

“I did! I’m known for my fat ass and incredible ideas.”

A noise makes the two of you turn around. It’s Logan, but, contrary to your expectations, he’s not angry. He’s laughing. It’s a noise neither of you are used to, especially not during sex. He tries to hide the smile on his rugged features and starts gently rocking his hips back into a rhythm inside of you. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” he says, fondly. You exchange a look with Wade, both jubilant. 

Yeah, you are ridiculous - and he fits right in.

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[icarusredwings]

It's bed time, kiddo 2/3

Wade's being a brat. Althea ain't having that.

Tw: Mentions of alcohol and voices

Opening the fridge, He leaned over to get a soda. Turning, he kicked it closed, beginning to hum as he popped open the tab. Putting it to his lips, he glanced up, jolting hard. Spitting out the soda, his hand coming to his chest as he fell back against the couter.

"Wade! Jesus fucking christ!!"

"Hi wolvie..."

"You just almost got sliced in half!! What is wrong with you!? Do you want me to hurt you!? For fucks sake!"

"...." his eyes widdened and frowned, pulling Fluffy up to hold tighter.

"Im sorry.. sorry.. I just-" he took a deep breath and sighed. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" He asks, looking as if he had just seen a ghost, trying to calm down, gripping the counter.

"...My tummy feels sad."

"What? You were just asleep. I saw it."

From the living room, Al spoke up with a soft smirk. "How does it feel? Fuckers so silent. Scares the shit out of me all the time."

"But... my tummy is sad."

"What does that mean??" He squinted some, trying to work out this weird puzzle of words.

"He's either hungry or he's anxious about something." The older woman says. "Now shut up, I'm trying to watch Wheel of Fortune."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Sure you are..." He turns to see Wade looking a little too scared for his liking.

"So... uhm.. Are you hungry?"

But he dosn't awnser, staring at him with such hesitancy as if Logan would snap at him again if he awnsered.

Grunting, Logan mentally stabbed himself. Wade was so sensitive to him yelling. He knew this. All that trust.. so easily taken away. "What do you want to eat, kid? Hot dogs?"

Still, he stares. His shoulders slouch, bringing his hand up to rub his face. "..Come're," he tells him, opening an arm to him. Immediately, he came, starting to sob.

Rubbing his back, Logan let out yet another sigh. "I know.. I know, Im sorry. I didn't.." he didn't mean to scare him. He hated scaring him, actually. Made him want to get his claws surgically removed, but you know, declawing your kitty was unethical. He needed to be able to scratch sometimes.

He had been so freaked out that Logan had to pick him up again, softly bouncing him and telling him it was okay.

"Wade, cut that shit out! You're a big boy remember?"

"He's allowed to cry." The man says, confused as to why Al was rude, seeing as she's the one who told him to be nice the first time.

"Logan, sweetheart.. You know he's faking, right?"

"...what?"

"That boy is pulling a burlap sack over your eyes and water boarding you."

Logan blinked at the woman. ".. I dont think thats how that saying goes.."

"Oh well, anyway, he's fake crying. He does that to get what he wants and he's turning you into a fool."

Logan shifted him to the counter, giving him a suspicious glance. "Is that tru- oh you little shit!"

Wade's face wasn't even wet. Sure, his eyes were glossy but nowhere near the amount of crying he was claiming. Holding fluffy closer to his face, he looked at him like a guilty dog, almost ashamed if it wasn't for the tiny pull at the corner of his lips. He was proud of his preformance.

"Are you happy with yourself? Hm?" He crosses his arms, looking at him sternly.

A soft nod.

Logan snorted softly. "At least you're telling the truth... so what do you want?"

Again he whispers, "My tummy is sad."

Thinking about what Althea said, He rose a brow, beginning to playfully and driamtically sniff over him. A soft squeal and giggles came from him, trying to push his face away. "Noo!! Kitty! Don't bite!!"

"Fucking freaks.." Al grumbled, Petting the rat dog in her lap.

"Hmm.. Okay. You're telling the truth about that. But why is your tummy sad? Does it hurt?"

He shook his head.

"Are you hungry?" He asks again. For a moment, Wade thinks, trying to see if he was hungry.

"Cup?"

Logan shook his head. "Nope. Bed time."

"But.." he was trying to find his words.

"Mommy said I can ask for cup whenever I want."

His brows raised a bit, both surprised and proud of how many words he said. "That's true but I'm not mommy."

Instantly he began pouting, frowning and crossing his arms, mimicing the way Logan did often. "Why?"

"Ppft. Yeah, Logan, why are you not Mommy?" The grandmother asks, teasing him. It seemed that the closer he got with people, the more teasing he got, too. It made him feel home.

"You're not helping." He gives her a quick glare despite the fact she couldn't see it, now turning back to Wade, putting his hands on either side of him as he sat. "Why what? Why no cup?"

He nods with a huff.

"Wade, It's bedtime. No more cups."

"You're being mean." He whines, kicking the back of the counter with a loud grunt.

Rolling his eyes. "It's not being mean, You don't need anymore alchool. You've already had 5 shots tonight. No more. Especially not if you're going to act like that." He grumbles, wishing he didn't act like a brat every time Vanessa came over. She always spoiled him too much.

He whines loudly, being quite annoying. "But you get a lot."

"Im big." Logan says blatantly, having learned that this usually stopped him from questioning any further.

"Oh yeah....." He mumbled, begining to think as he petted Fluffy. "Hmm...can I just have milk?"

"Juice. Take it or leave it."

"In my cup?"

He groans. "Yes in your cup."

"Okay!"

And so, He comes around the counter, opening the fridge once again as he grabs the grape juice, filling up the Spiderman cup after rinsing it out decently well.

Taking the cup, He began drinking it, now kicking his feet happily that he not only caused a scene, got his cup, but also stayed up later, then he was told. To him, that was a massive win.

"There. Now go to bed."

"You come?"

"Sure, why not. If it'll make you go to bed, then fine." By now, he figured he probably wouldn't go to sleep and stay asleep unless someone was in bed with him.

He's gotten used to sleeping with Althea for years now, so it made sense why he wouldn't be able to stay asleep if alone. He usually only slept by himself if it was a sick day and he wanted to be left alone.

"Come on. You want me to carry you?"

His eyes widden as he nods quickly only to pause. "Kitty..."

"What now?" He wanted to lay his head on the counter and just not awnser him anymore but he knew this wasn't a good idea. Then Wade would just get into things and make a mess for them to clean up.

Either that or end up with the whole bottle again to chug what was left of it. He knew that it made his head shut up for a little bit, he knew full well that, that 5 minutes of silence was worth the loss of balance but he didn't want Wade following into his bad habits... He was trying to be a better role model for him.

"Im hungry..." Though the way he says this was as if he knew Logan would be upset with him, smiling sheepishly as he held fluffy tight, close to his face. The cuter he looked the less he thought he'd get introuble.

"What!? But I just asked if you were hungry like 5 minutes ago?!"

He batted his eyes, whining softly. "...I wasn't hungry then.."

So. Here they are. All 4 of the housemates on the couch, Wade with a plate of microwaved hot dogs and ketchup all over his fingers, Logan in the middle trying his damndest not to fall asleep, and Al, who was snoring already as A re-run played on the tv.

Giggling at whatever was going on in his head, Wade seemed happy as a clam as he clapped. At least, that's what Logan thought. In reality, He was sneaking pieces of hot dog to Puppins, who was wiggling her bare tail and spinning in cirlces as well as licking the ketchup off of him.

It wasn't until Wade let out an audible yet giggly "Ewww you're so yucky." From the feeling of her tounge trying to wrap around and eat his finger instead that Logan sat up. "Hey! What did I tell you about feeding her ketchup!?"

Squealing again, He gave her an entire hot dog and shooed the dog. "Run puppy!!"

And so she did, taking her prize from being adorable and doing tricks, running away from them, slipping under the table in which Logan grunted, reaching under to try to get it away from her.

Look- Its not that the hot dog was bad, it was the fact that it wasn't cut and was slathered in vinegar and tomato paste. He didn't want her to puke, nor choke but by the time he got it from her, she has already devoured half of it.

"Damn it, Wade!"

Picking up the little dog, He couldn't stop giggling, the sugar from the grape juice working through his system. "Kitty's gonna get us, Puppy!" He says to her as she barks, happily wagging more as she was having the best time, so many scraps tonight.

Running from Logan, he huffed, glaring. "I'm too old for this shit!" He growls. Catching Wade was like trying to grab an oiled weasel. Slipping through your fingers and biting your arm once you got ahold of them. How Al slept through the chase? Who knows. But when he did catch him, he threw him over his shoulder, carrying him away to the bed.

"Nooooo!!" He whined, reaching out for the dog to save him though she just sat here, panting and wiggling her behind against the floor.

"Traitor!" He called the puppy, whose head tilted and itched her ear, watching her owner get dragged away to his doom (bed time).

[mynameisjag]

The air was nice, a little crisp with the fall weather about to hit.

Usually Wade wouldn’t find himself enjoying the outdoors in a leisurely manner…and he wasn't, he fucking hated it at the moment.

“This sucks!”

Beside him, walking the path at slow pace was Laura, who just raised an eyebrow at him, copycat version of her dad's smirk on her face.

“You've walked longer through rougher terrain,” her eyes flicked to the two bodies ahead of them, her smirk growing into a wide grin, “wonder what you're really upset about.”

“Oh, you know, my secret hatred of birds is showing through-of course its not the walk and don’t you start.”

He wasn’t used to being out and about without his suit, and the giant sun hat he was sporting didn’t really help keep the sun off his more sensitive skin.

But he was doing this for Vanessa.

Vanessa’s boyfriend was…descent…and she wanted them all to get along, they all were close in one way or another and of course she would want the ones she cared about the most to be comfortable with one another.

So…bonding hike…

Which Logan, the feral fuck, actually seemed to be enjoying but that probably was less the family time and more that he was away from large groups of people.

There was a bet if the man was just going to go and take off at the first sight of a deer, which might work out in Wade’s favor if it scared ‘boyfriend’ off.

Listen, he is willing to give the guy a chance, he is a nice guy…but did he really have to click with Logan so fast?

“Pops doesn’t really care that much for him, you know that right? The guy is important to Vanessa, Vanessa is important to you and you are important to him.”

“Fucking, yeah, I know little Miss Voice of Reason, but look at them, walking and talking like friends.”

“The dude is talking, Pops is probably thinking about disappearing into the woods for a week before you hunt him down and bring him home.”

“Like it would take a week for me to find him, we’re connected Baby-wolvs,” he made a heart sign with both of his hands, “the power of saving the universe and Madonna will forever bond us.”

She just rolled her eyes, “Since your so connected, then why are you so jealous?”

“Jealous!? Me!?,” his hands fell dramatically to his sides as he threw his head back in distress, “Okay, I admit it, I’m jealous of the way those jeans make his ass-“

“-Do NOT finish that.”

“I’m still going to think it…hmm…thinking about it hard now.”, he preceded to make grabby hands at the other man’s backside, “going to make the mouse send me a cease and desist with the way my thoughts be going.”

“I hate you.”

Wade just grinned wide at her snarly face, sooo cute, just like her daddy! Speaking of the man, the two ahead of them had stopped and were waiting.

They weren’t too far behind, so it only took a few moments to catch up, Deadpool throwing his arms around the older man and going to swoon knowing he was going to be caught, “Oh, the sun, it makes me suffer, if only there was a strong burly man to slather me with lotion later!”

Laura sauntered up, pushing Wade off her father to cuddle his side, “Thanks for waiting.”

‘Boyfriend’ was helping the mercenary up, smiling and going on about nearly being close to the end of the trail.

Logan huffed and gave a quick side hug to his little girl, “Probably need to get there quick, I can smell rainfall heading our way.”

And then ‘Boyfriend’ was talking about how the weather was reported to be nothing but sunshine and Wade was rolling his eyes and adjusting his hat. He did not pack for rain and if Logan said rain was coming it was coming.

“There’s this lovely little picnic area ahead, we should bring a lunch with us next time! Say, do you any of you like sports, got a few work buddies that we watch the games with. We’d love to have the whole crew over. I can make a mean green bean casserole!”

Their phones went off, flash storms heading their way.

“Oh, thank the Marvel Jesus that is me, welp, looks like it’s time to head back!”, he was going to ignore the way the Wolverine duo were smirking at him as he enthusiastically turned around and started head back to the truck.

“Sorry, are trip is a bit of a bust, perhaps next time weather will be more predictable and Vanny can join us!”

“Sounds nice.”

“Sure.”

“I think jumping into a concrete mixer sounds better.”

And ‘the boyfriend’ was throwing an arm around Wade’s shoulders, “You really are such a funny guy, it’s so good to be able to bond like this!”

[nikky-the-writer]

Try to change the future (Donald Pierce x Reader) (3/3)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Reader’s and Pierce’s life before the events from ˝Logan˝

Warnings: cursing, blood

A/N: This is the last part, I enjoyed writing it. At the moment I’m really happy ‘cause I reached 1000 followers. Thank you all!!! Love you guys!

I got all of your request, you can still send me more. I wrote four of them, still have around six more. I’ll start posting them today.

Cold, the only thing you could feel. Coldness and chills that grow on your skin. The ashes and smoke start setting on your lungs as you tried to breathe. Your bare feet were standing in the sticky liquid and only thing you could see were flames in the distance.

“Y/N” You turned around to the source of the whisper and you screamed seeing Remy on the ground bleeding just a dozen steps away from you. Running to him you stumbled, falling in the dirt. Your knees start to bleed and you couldn’t get up. Crawling you approached Remy, who was struggling to breathe.

“Stay with me!”

“Y/N/N, please” His voice was just like a whisper.

“Remy, don’t you dare to leave me!” You lay your head on his chest holding him close. You could feel when his heart stopped beating and when his hand went limp on your shoulder.

“It should’ve been me.” You cried on his dead body, your face was dirty from his blood. There were so many whispers around you, voices that you knew. People that you could’ve saved, but you didn’t ‘cause you made a wrong choice in your past.

˝Y/N/N, run! ˝ Wade’s voice made you open your eyes. You quickly lifted your head looking at Wade, who was falling to his knees.

˝Wade! No! ˝ You couldn’t stop your tears from falling. Through your blurry vision you saw other bodies next to Wade. You recognized Chris, Victor and Fred. Your throat was hoarse of screaming and you couldn’t breathe, you were suffocating. ˝Wade! ˝ Just as you screamed his name somebody cut his head off.

˝Noooo!!!! ˝ You broke down crying as his head rolled to your legs.

˝Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! ˝

Donny’s voice brought you back. Your body was covered in sweat and you couldn’t catch your breath.

˝Hey, look at me˝ He said, slowly lifting your chin up. You closed your eyes you couldn’t let yourself to look at his face.

˝Y/N/N, baby, please look at me˝

You tried to steady your breathing, lowering your head on his chest not saying anything. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head. You didn’t let yourself to fall asleep that night. When his heartbeats got steady and you were sure that he fell asleep, you quietly moved away from him. Quickly you put some clothes on, you took one photo from the wall and the already packed dufel bag. You walked out not looking back ‘cause you couldn’t look at the man who will kill your family.

Your legs carried you fast to the only safe place. They carried you to your home, to Wade. When you approached the building you saw that the lights were on. You found his key in your bag and you let yourself into his building. As you approached his apartment you decided to knock. Your heart sank even deeper if it was possible 'cause you heard that guys were there.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” You heard Victor’s voice. He was the one who opened the door. He quickly pulled you into the hug guiding you in. The laughter in the apartment stopped when the guys saw you.

“You didn’t take them?” Wade switch position with Victor pulling you close to his chest.

“What did you see?” Remy asked as you sat down next to Chris, who immediately put his hand around your shoulder. They were the only people that new that you were a mutant and Wade’s sister. You were their family and they were all against Pierce 'cause they knew who he was. They were worried that he will realize that you were a mutant because you were with them. You were a powerful mutant. You had abilities to see the future and even more. But when it got too hard for you to handle it, Victor got you pills from his brother Logan who worked with Xavier. You also had an ability like Wade, not healing, but fast reflexes.

“I have to kill him” You murmured, staring at Wade.

“It doesn’t have to be you, I can do it.” For the first time Wade moved jokes aside knowing what Pierce meant to you. You were never one to attach to people, but he could see that there was something real between you and Pierce and he hated himself for it. He should’ve had stopped it before, he should’ve have seen it, but he didn’t.

“You can’t”

“Why is that, love?” Victor asked leaning closer putting his arms on his knees.

“I can’t tell you. We shouldn’t change the future.”

“Answer me this question and I’ll tell you if you will ever leave this apartment again.” You nodded slowly at Wade. “Will you succeed?” You looked away staring at your fingers in your lap. “Okay, so it’s decided you are not leaving this place ever again.”

“I have to Wade, if I don’t stop him he will take Caliban.”

“When did you start caring for that albino?”

“Chris, don’t be stupid. You all know how many times he helped us and on the top of everything he can find every one of us.” You wanted them to listen, to understand your reasons. You wanted them to understand your sacrifice.

“Then why don’t we kill Caliban?” Victor suggested.

“Man, when did you became a Reaver?” Wade stared confused at Victor.

“It’s only rational thing to do Wade. Don’t be a pussy. It’s one life for all the mutants”

“It’s not, Victor. Nothing can save us. We’ll be hunted down for the rest of our life 'cause they are scared of us. They have always been terrified from things they couldn’t understand. All of us are going to die. All born mutants will die.”

“You are saying we can’t do anything? We can try to stop it with your powers.” Fred said nervously pacing.

“We can try, but the best chance is killing him. I have to succeed.”

“Didn’t you said you’ll die?”

“No, I mean when I saw him in my vision it felt like I’m not there. Which never happened before. I went farther than my time.”

“Then I’ll kill him. I can’t be killed.”

“Don’t be so sure everyone has their Achilles’ heel. You included.”

“You already decided? You came here to say goodbye.”

“I came here to spend my time with my family until the moment I’ll have to kill the person that I love.”

That night you let yourself cry in front all of them.

Taking a few deep breaths you walked into an old building, going straight to the basement.

“Y/N Wilson. I thought that I’ll never see your face again.” The pale man said, walking to you pulling you in a tight hug. He could sense that something was wrong.

“Not a friendly visit?” He said seeing your swords on your back so he gestured his minions to leave the room.

“Unfortunately no. ” You said smoothing your jacket.

“You stop taking pills” He furrowed his brows. He knew that you almost died one time before you started taking them. “You saw the fall.” The albino walked back to his table, searching for something. He found a yellow envelope and he offered you to take it, but you didn’t. “Dammit, just take it.”

“There’s no time for a new life.”

“You were always so ignorant. We can try it again. Do you understand what kind of power you possess?” Caliban approached you, putting the envelope on the wooden table.

“I can’t do that again.” You protested glancing at the silhouettes in the other room.

“I know you’re not afraid of pain, so what are you afraid of?” Caliban shock his head, he wasn’t able to think about anything that would stop you from helping others. He didn’t know about the love you had just for one man.

“Of false hope” You smiled sadly.

“What exactly have you seen?”

“All the mutants will die”

“Then change it” Caliban’s voice was higher, his priority was always self preservation, but he also cared for a few people, you included.

“I can’t”

“You succeeded the last time.” He was eager for you to try.

“It was a small reach I didn’t change anything important.” Your powers let you reach in the future in the way that you could actually manipulate with it, but everything comes with a price.

“You can at least try” The metal door opened and you quickly took the swords in your hand.

“That’s not what I have come for”

As you said the men in black came in, some of them had mechanical limbs. Caliban moved away from you. After men approaches you, you saw Donald coming in. You tightened the grip on the swords and you saw sadness in his eyes as he finally spotted you.

“Baby, it’s really funny seeing you here 'cause you were the reason I came to your friend.”

“What do you want?” You tried to control your emotions, you didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Before the vision you’ve fallen apart next to him many times. He was always there to hold you and to assure you that everything will be alright.

“I want you to come with me.” He said desperately. His men stood behind him, leaving him the one who was the closest to you.

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” You smiled slightly, trying to keep your tears from falling.

“Why did you leave?” His voice broke a little and your heart started to beat faster.

“Isn’t it obvious now when you are here?”

“I don’t care that you are a mutant” Pierce suspected that you were a mutant, but he never tried to find out the truth 'cause he loved you. He was more than grateful that he was able to have you.

“But I do. They are my family and you are hunting them down. Locking them away, torturing and killing.” Your voice was more than a pitch higher. You were mentally trying to prepare yourself for what was coming, but your voice was already betraying you.

“You know that is not my job” He came a step closer to you, glancing at Caliban just for a split second and than his eyes were on you.

“Maybe before, but not now.”

“You already made up your mind. You are not coming with me? ˝ He took a deep breath. He had an internal battle in his head. The voice inside him, told him to sweep you off your feet and to leave with you. To leave everything he knows with you in his arms. ˝ I’m not talking about them, but me. You said you love me.”

“I do” You whispered, feeling guilty that you stilled loved him after you witnessed the deaths’ of your family.

“Then go, this is going to get ugly.” He sat looking up seeing Psylocke, and four more mutants ready to attack. He didn’t want you to get hit in the crossed fire. But he didn’t know with what intention you came to Caliban.

“Well I’m a dirty girl after all.” You lifted your blades towards him, straightening your back.

“This is not funny!” You could see the vein on his neck that was pulsating.

“I know”

“Take him” He stepped back, the spark in your eyes was long gone only thing that was left was anger.

“What about the others?” A man asked.

“You know the orders, but not her.” Donald said not looking at you.

The men start approaching to you and other mutants, you were outnumbered, but you had an advantage, abilities that they didn’t. You fight fiercely taking them down as fast as you could, but not on the time. They have already captured three mutants and they killed one. It was only you Caliban and Psyclock on your feet. You didn’t exactly know who the Reavers were, but seeing them fight, they couldn’t be completely human. Donald was watching the scene in front of him from afar if it was any other battle he would be fighting, but he couldn’t because of you.

“Coward!” You screamed killing a man cutting his head off. You ran towards Donald filled with anger, you heard somebody’s footsteps behind you so you throw your sword letting it circulate in the air. It crashed into the wall after cutting his hand off. He didn’t even have time to scream from the pain because just a second after somebody stabbed you from behind. You looked down seeing Psyclocke’s sword coming from your chest.

“Nooo!” Donald screamed, running to your side as you feel to your knees.

˝We have to go! ˝ Psylocke said. Pierce looked at her and he didn’t waste a minute slamming here body into the wall, squeezing his hand around her neck. He let her neck go when he couldn’t feel her heart beats anymore. As her body fall to the floor he came to you.

˝Y/N/N, baby, just hang in there. I’ll save you.˝ His tears fall on your face as he was looking at your tired face. Blood was slowly leaving your mouth as you struggled to lift your hand to his face. He helped you placing your hand on his cheek.

˝You can’t save me. ˝You whispered through tears. ˝ You killed me. ˝

˝No, baby, I would never. I love you! ˝ He held your body close he wasn’t able to let you go.

˝Boss, we have to go, your arm… ˝ Somebody said and he kept kneeling next to you his arm kept bleeding and he felt lightheaded.

˝Sav… save them.. my family˝ You said, letting yourself to the darkness.

˝No, no!! They killed you, they’ll pay for what they did. I’ll revenge you Y/N/N! ˝ It was the last thing you…..

˝Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! ˝

Donny’s voice brought you back. Your body was covered in sweat and you couldn’t catch your breath.

˝Hey, look at me˝ He said slowly lifting your chin up. You closed your eyes you couldn’t let yourself to look at his face.

˝Y/N/N, baby, please look at me˝

You tried to steady your breathing, lowering your head on his chest not saying anything. You realized it was a vision in another vision, but it didn’t matter you are going to die. You had to change it you have to save your family and the man you loved. You couldn’t let him take the path of a monster. So, you looked up, staring in his blue eyes. Staring at the man you let to crawl in your heart. His lips were slightly parted as he kept looking at you. One of his hands hold you close while he stroke your hair with another. He was scared of what are you going to say, you took a deep breath, knowing that you have to change everything you’ve witnessed.

˝Donny, I have to tell you something��. ˝

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