#natural wood console table | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 year ago

Text

The Babysitter (12)

Like A Date?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

The Babysitter Master list | General Master List

Chapter 12- W/c 5.2k

Tag list- @Natssluttt @cerberus-spectre @dorabledewdroop @bilbliophilicbi @hopelesslyfallenninlove (Comment if you want to be added)

Like A Date?

There was only one word to describe the last couple of weeks: heaven.

Since the confession with Wanda, everything has been perfect, the two of you finding every opportunity to have stolen kisses without anyone seeing, finding every excuse to see each other and just enjoy each other's company.

One thing you learned about the older woman was her insatiable desire to touch you as much as she possibly could. Wanda always had to be touching you in someway, whether it was her leg simply pressed against yours as she sat next to you at the dining table, her fingers interlocked with yours whenever you two were alone in the kitchen or even just her body melting against yours as you hugged her, letting your face rest at the crook of her neck and murmur sweet words to her while you would bask in the moments peace. You personally found it adorable at how she would find the chance to somehow show her affection to you, secretly loving how her love language was clearly touch as you seeked her comforting embrace.

Something Wanda learnt about you in the last few days was your addiction to her lips. Since you first pressed your lips to hers, you have craved them ever since and Wanda knew that. Her nose would scrunch up cutely every time she gathered what you were aiming for as you spoke to her, going along with whatever excuse you were making until either of you would give in and crash their lips to the other, not wasting any opportunity.

Currently, you were walking up the stairs of her home with one destination on your mind; her office. Your mind quickly thought of an excuse to see her, the twins entertained with a game on their console giving you enough time to escape and seek out the woman who has occupied all of your sane thoughts.

Peeping through the gap in the door, you saw that she was currently on the phone, twiddling her pen in the air and only stopping when she heard your gentle knocks, spinning around in her chair, lips stretching into a beaming smile. Her hands gesture for you to come in, making a quiet motion as well while she continues to speak to whoever was on the other end of the phone call. With a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you tried to walk as naturally as possible to her desk to lean on it, trying not to show your excitement off too much.

"Thank you Jennifer," she starts to end the call, your eyes scanning over all the files on her desk, flickering your gaze up to her screen which has a background photo of her twins on it, the cute act making you steal a glance at her sitting in her chair, green eyes set on you while her teeth bite her lower lip. Her head nods as she listens to her friend on the phone, both of them bidding goodbye before she hangs up, placing her phone on her desk and offering you a loving look and charming smile. "And what can I do for you?" she asks playfully, uncrossing her legs and stretching her body a little as she tilts her head while looking at you, a blush forming on your cheeks at the amount of attention you're getting from her.

Wanda secretly revels in your already flustered state, effortlessly standing from her chair until she is in front of you, her arms trapping you between her and the desk as they land on the wood at your sides to support her body. With her body towering over you, thoughts fly out of your mind as it goes blank, her eyebrow raising expectantly as her smile never fades, nose scrunching in that adorable way.

"I came to see if you wanted anything to help you through the rest of your shift," you murmur shyly, still not used to this thing between you.

"Did you now?" she whispers, her voice dropping a little bit causing your gaze to drift down to her lips, desperate to feel them against yours again. Her alluring eyes watch yours switch from her eyes to mouth, her radiant smile turning into a smirk as she catches onto your plan on why you're really in here. "What do you think would help me?" she asks teasingly with a little rasp, her fingers tilting your face up softly to make you look into her eyes that sparkle with joy.

"Personally," you say with a cheeky smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, "I think a kiss would really help you get through it." Your hands go to her waist, the soft fabric of her jumper under your fingertips as you brush your thumbs over it, her smile softening as you give into her touch.

"Well, if you think it would help then I guess we should try it," she whispers before leaning down to delicately claim your lips, hands moving to your hips as her mouth moves against yours. Another smile breaks out onto your face as she pecks your lips one last time, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before moving to let her head drop to your neck. Her hair tickles your skin as her face nuzzles against the warmth of your skin, her arms snaking around your body while she lets out a sigh.

Your hands glide up and down her back soothingly, feeling the stress of her work flow out of her as her body relaxes.

The sound of her phone going off makes her tense again, her groaning against your skin as her work beckons her to come back. She reluctantly pulls out of your embrace, moving to check who's called before deciding she'll call them back, sitting back in her chair and opening her emails quickly before shooting you an apologetic look. You slowly walk over to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind over the back of her chair, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, still amazed at how natural everything felt.

"Did it help?" you say in a whisper, her hands going to where yours rest on her collarbones.

"Yes it did Detka, thank you," she murmurs back, her eyes reading through the email on the screen while you prop your head on hers, her eyes rolling at your childish antics.

"That looks so much fun," you joke, making her chuckle at the disapproving tone of your voice at her work, "Is there anything else you want? Coffee? A snack?" She thinks for a moment, before tilting her head back, making you take yours off of her while she smiles up at you, the sight creating a warm feeling to bubble in your chest.

"I could do with a coffee," her voice appreciative of your care, "And another kiss." You lean down and quickly peck her lips, her frowning a little at how short it was.

"Ok, I'll bring it to you when it's ready," you whisper before standing up right, ready to leave the room.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes Detka, no need to bring it up," she says just before you leave the room, you acknowledging her words before walking down the stairs with a stupid grin on your face.

***

"Thank you Detka," she murmurs out while taking a sip from the drink you have just handed her, a content smile taking over her face while her eyes flutter close, savouring the warm feeling flowing throughout her. When her eyes open you catch her gaze, enamoured by the captivating and enticing green that looks your way with a tender glint, her expression soft as she merely grins at you over the rim of her glass. Her hands are securely wrapped around the mug to heat her hands up, her body yearning for your touch once again making her stride up to you, stopping to place the mug down on the countertop before wrapping her arms around you. "I have a little surprise for you," she whispers, your head moving to prop up on her shoulders as you peer up at her, excitement but also confusion painted across your face.

"A surprise?" your hands snake around her middle, smiling into her jumper when you feel her relax, adoring how much she wants affection. She hums in affirmation, her fingers playing with the threads of your jumper as her hands drift to the bottom of the fabric, your body heating up at the simple action, berating your mind for where it wanted to head to.

"Pietro wants to take the boys out tonight," she starts, letting you go to grab her mug once again, taking a sip as you move to lean into her side, listening attentively. "Some cool day out with Uncle Pietro," she says, mocking his words with a smile on her face as she remembers the conversation with her brother, him adamant he was the funnier Maximoff twin. You chuckle at the way she mimicked the silver haired man, watching her besottedly.

"He is pretty cool," your shoulder bumping into hers jokingly, a faux glare sent your way to stop your teasing.

"Anyway," she diverts the conversation back to the point, her body moving to stand in front of you, her mimicking the position you two were in when you were in her office, her arms braced at the side of you, this time trapping you against the countertop and towering over you. "That means it will just be us tonight," your eyes widened at her words, accidentally taking it in a more suggestive way than she was implying.

"Oh?" your tone is a little shy as you're not too sure where this conversation is heading. She picks up on your nervousness, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek to calm you while moving her fingers to brush your cheek, carefully tucking away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"So I was thinking maybe I could take you out somewhere..." there's a hint of apprehension in her tone, fearful you'd reject her, making you offer her a soft smile and reversing the role by comforting her.

"Like a date?" The grin that stretches on your face is enough to tell Wanda that you like where this is going, easing her worries and making her expression mirror your elated one.

"Like a date," she confirms, you leaning forwards to press your lips to hers gently. You pull back with a smile engraved on your face, adoration swirling in your eyes as you peer up at her.

"I can't think of anything better than to go on a date with you Wanda Maximoff," the tone of your voice is playful as she lets out a relieved breath and a small chuckle at your dramatics, letting your body relax against hers until the sound of the twins eventually break you apart, the older woman having to return to work.

***

"They are not scary Detka," she chuckles out, swirling her glass of red wine leisurely as her attention is solely focussed on you, taking in the shocked expression on your face at her words. Your eyebrows furrow at what she says, placing down your fork on the table in the restaurant Wanda took you to, ready to explain to her your very reasonable reason for thinking they are scary.

"Chickens are terrifying Wanda," your tone is deadly serious, this only resulting in the older woman to let out another string of angelic laughter at your determination to convince her.

"Why are they scary Detka?" she humours you once she calms down, tilting her head and offering a teasing smile as she bites on her lower lip, your mind losing track of your thoughts at her mesmerising looks.

"They...." you shyly smile at her and quickly gather yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up as she continues to watch you, peering over the rim of her glass as she takes a small sip. "Have you ever been chased by a swarm of them?" The theatrics of your voice and genuine passion about this has her struggling to not burst out in laughter at you, finding the entire conversation endearing as you cross your arms over your chest in a playful manner.

"I can't say I have, sweetheart," she softly says, still trying not to laugh.

"You can't say they are not scary then," her hand places itself over yours in a comforting manner, your eyes snapping away from your plate of chicken that you said you were eating in 'revenge' to her.

"Is this something you need to get off your chest?" she says teasingly, as if it was a life changing event, well, you would argue that it was.

"I think it is," you sigh out dramatically, "It was terrifying."

"I'm sure it was Detka," you give her a faux glare at her mocking tone, her just chuckling at you, "What happened then?"

"Me and Natasha went on a school trip when we were like five to a farm," your tone is nostalgic as you remember the day. "Because it was so hot, our teachers got us all an ice cream. I got vanilla and she got chocolate and we walked over to a wooden bench to eat them when a few chickens came over to us." You're too busy lost in the story to see the way Wanda is looking at you, love swirling around in her eyes as she takes in your carefree state. "Our teachers told us to move away from the animals so we started to slowly walk away but then one of them pecked me!"

"Oh no," she gasps out in pretend shock, a humoured look etched onto her face.

"So, I started to run because it was weirdly painful and scary. This caused Natasha to run as well and we ended up running around the farm with a bunch of chickens chasing up and our teachers screaming at us," you laugh as you remember the red and angry face of the teacher, you and Natasha not caring about being told off as all you could see was your scoop of ice cream melting on the floor, having fallen off while you were sprinting, "But we didn't care, we just wanted another ice cream that we could eat."

Wanda laughs with you as you both tell more stories of your childhood, a few questions aimed her way as you try to find out that table story Pietro mentioned on your birthday. The rest of the meal is filled with casual conversation, the two of you just learning even more about each other, your favourite piece of new information being Wanda's old college friend Jennifer, the woman she was on the phone with earlier, is a lawyer and currently trying to finalise a divorce between her and Vision as quick as possible.

You both finish your food, Wanda paying for the bill while you just frown at her as she won't let you help pay. She kisses your cheek in apology, knowing you wanted to help and quickly tries to distract you by pulling you by the hand out of the restaurant, a small grumble coming from you.

"I wanted to pay half," you mutter, the older woman just finding you adorable as your feet kick the floor, wrapping your coat around your body as you try to keep warm in the biting wind.

"And I wanted to pay it all Detka, I invited you out," she whispers, sliding her arm around yours and walking with you down the street, the streetlights illuminating her face beautifully as you get lost in staring at her side profile. Your eyes venture around her face, admiring her cheek bones, the gentle blush that's settled there, her eyelashes that flutter every time she blinks. She catches you staring, cheeks instantly turning red while your head swivels to the side, acting as if you were staring at the floor, watching your step. Her mouth opens, a joke on the tip of her tongue when another voice calls out your name.

"Y/n?" your blood instantly runs cold at your mothers voice, her coming out of the Red Room Bar that you two had just walked past, a hint of a slur to her words. "Y/n turn around right now," she grits out. Wanda notices your unwillingness, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you turn around to face your mother, disgust evident on your face as you see another man's arm wrapped around her waist, his mouth at her ear. "Why haven't you been home?" There's anger in her tone and you're finding it harder to breathe as her gaze switches over to Wanda, red practically flashing in her eyes at the sight of your arms interlocked. You pull away, Wanda frowning as she's still unsure who this woman is. "I've been calling you and texting you," there's a sudden switch in her tone once she's seen Wanda, putting on the façade of the caring mother as Wanda pieces together who she is. "I've been worried sick."

"You haven't called or text once," you mutter, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor, counting all the small cracks on the concrete.

"Don't be ridiculous Y/n, of course I've called," she offers Wanda a fake smile, the older woman standing next to you mirroring the fake gesture. "God children, always making themselves a victim somehow," she says to Wanda, assuming she was the woman you babysit for and trying to stir things and cause issues. "What would your father say if he knew you were lying?" that strikes a nerve in you, making you look up with a hurt expression as she speaks of your father while some random stranger is all over her.

"I'm not," your voice is shakier than you wanted, your mother smiling a little at your response before keeping her face straight.

"We can talk about that later," she cuts you off as you're about to speak again, returning her gaze to Wanda. "Anyway, what are you two doing?" she asks, her eyes conveying disgust at the proximity of you two.

"I wanted to take her out for a late birthday treat and a little thank you for looking after my boys," Wanda intervenes, knowing you don't want to speak any more to her. Your mother's eyes widen as she realises it's been your birthday, trying to make you look bad once again.

"Oh, so you'll let her take you out for your birthday but not me?" the man who was interested in her gets bored and leaves, your mother cursing under her breath as she watches the drunk man stumble away. Her gaze bores into Wanda, "I wanted to take her out on her birthday but guess what? She just wanted to go to some party and be a typical teenager, doing god knows what." You look up and Wanda, her knowing the obvious lies your mother is sharing, her jaw clenching at the way the woman opposite her is acting.

"Well, I'm sorry she couldn't spend the evening with you but I assure you she wasn't at a party, she was actually doing a favour for me, looking after my twins as I had to go out suddenly." Embarrassment washes over your mother at what Wanda's just said but before she can say anymore, Wanda cuts her off. "And I'm sorry to cut this lovely meeting short, but we need to head back before my brother brings the boys back home to an empty house," sarcasm drips from her voice as she starts to turn away from your mother, a smile tugging at your lips while Wanda sticks up for you, anxiety and nervous having taken over your body.

"Y/n, you're coming back with me," the tone of your mother's voice switches away from the façade she put on, venom and anger clearly present.

"She's coming back with me," Wanda says, her voice dangerous as she glares at your mother, head tilting causing the other woman to back off, deciding you weren't worth fighting for and leaving to go back in the bar.

"Thank you," you murmur, her arm wrapping around your shoulder and bringing you in for a hug, your head resting against her chest, satisfied with the warmth radiating off of her, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing you should be sorry for Detka," she murmurs at the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair and letting her hand run up and down her back. "Come on sweetheart, let's go back home and find something else to do," she whispers, understanding of your sudden change in mood. You nod against her and pull away after indulging in the moment a little longer to walk alongside her, fingers interlocked.

***

"Come here Detka," she murmurs out, her low tone a little raspy as she takes her coat off, you removing yours before walking up to her, doing as she asks. "The boys won't be back for a little longer, so what do you want to do?"

"Can we watch a film?" you ask, trying your best to forget what just happened and remember the better parts of your date with Wanda. Her lips press against your forehead, her chilled fingertips lifting your chin to look at her as she nods.

"Anything for you," the enticing green softens at your shy state, her lips pull into a smile before she moves down to press them to your own. Cold hands cup your jaw while yours go to her waist, Wanda guiding you to the couch, smiling into the kiss when she can feel the stress and tension slowly ease out of you, manoeuvring around so her knees hit the back of the sofa. She sits down first, you staring at her with a dazed expression as she acts as if she didn't just kiss you senseless mere seconds ago, the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips telling a different story though. "What do you want to watch?" she innocently asks, your thoughts still replaying the feeling of her hands and lips on you, the blush deepening on your cheeks as she can tell what you're thinking.

"Anything you want to," you whisper, scared your voice will betray you if you speak any louder. She motions you to join her on the sofa, laying down and staring up at you with open arms. Following her silent instruction, you move onto the sofa to lay with her, the older woman's arms wrapping around you like a blanket of security as she pulls you impossibly closer. You turn around in her arms, letting your head rest at the crook of her neck, her head resting on yours, letting you cuddle her.

"How are you going to watch the film like that, Detka?" she playfully murmurs into your hair, not too bothered if you didn't want to watch the film as she could feel you relaxing into her.

"I've gotten a better view here," you mutter against her skin, tickling her slightly as you pull back to look up at her, offering a charming smile, the return of your normal mood making her face light up. You return to your previous position as she starts to watch the film, her fingers subconsciously moving to your hair and scratching your scalp, a low groan escaping you at the pleasurable feeling.

Gradually, her actions start to lull you to sleep, the soothing motion of her fingers softly gliding up and down your back now as your eyes flutter close.

The sound of a car doors shutting wakes you up, Wanda waking you up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up to stretch, then making her way to the door to let the boys in while you wake up.

The sluggish movement of your hands rubbing tired eyes was stopped when you saw Pietro walk in with a passed out Tommy slung over his shoulder, an equally tired Billy trudging along behind them while Wanda followed after locking the front door.

"My, my, what have we interrupted?" Pietro asks his sister teasingly, turning around to face her while Tommy's limp body sways at the movement.

"Nothing that concerns you," his sister replies, lowering herself to embrace her other exhausted son, lifting him into her arms despite his protests that he can manage it by himself. Billy quickly gives up when he realises it's much easier with his mothers help, her murmuring words in Sokovian to him as she presumably orders Pietro to take Tommy to the twin's room.

An apologetic smile is sent your way as Billy and you start to yawn at the same time, a smile stretching on her face as she swiftly takes him to his bed, Pietro coming back down with a mischief etched onto his face.

"What were you two up to tonight?" he asks and before you're left to answer alone, you're saved by Wanda returning to the room.

"As I said Pietro, nothing that concerns you," he puts his arms up in surrender, winking at you before turning on his heels, smirking at his sister.

"Ok sestra," his tone gentle before turning taunting, "Remember to use protection!" he chuckles out, only just dodging the pillow Wanda dashes his way as he leaves, not wanting to intrude whatever was going on between you two.

"I'm sorry about him," she sighs out and you just stand up and move back into her embrace, not too happy about being woken up. "Do you want to stay over tonight Detka?" you answer her by nodding against her body, her laughing at your determination to stay in her arms. "Do you want to stay in a guestroom or..." she trails off, not wanting you to think you have to stay in the same room as her. The small action makes your chest bubble with care and love.

"Your room if that's ok?" you mumble, her smile stretching into a stupid grin at the way your peering up at her, fingers interlocking with yours as she practically drags you to her room.

Once you're inside, she shuts the door, locking it just in case the twins decide to come in and see you in her room, turning around and then leaning on the wooden structure. You watch her as you dramatically flop on her bed, a small giggle escaping you as it's so bouncy while she just admires your cuteness. As soon as you've had enough fun bouncing on her mattress, you sit up and beckon her over, her stalking up to you which has your cheeks heating up at the way her eyes darken.

"Is this ok Detka?" she breathes out, her legs moving to straddle your waist as her hands rest on your shoulders cautiously.

"Yes," you sigh out and the tone of your voice is already desperate, your body craving for her to do something already but she just sits there in your lap, letting her fingers play with the hair at the back of your neck. The green eyes that you love so much scan over your features in adoration, taking in the moment of you waiting for her to dosomething, anything.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face to yours, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's savoured the moment enough, she kisses you. She kisses you like she's been starved of your lips forever; it's hot, it's desperate, it's everything you wanted it to be. You can't do anything but melt into her touch, hand clutching at her waist to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.

You moan into the kiss when her hands move to venture across your body, gliding over the expanse of your back, yours moving to rest on her curves as she steals your breath away. She's somehow gentle, dominant and desperate all in one as she claims your lips over and over again, forever wanting more of you while you're panting under her, opening your eyes to stare at her with significantly darker ones while you pull back to try and regain your breath.

A borderline sinister smirk replaces the soft smile that you're used to as she knows the effect she has on you, the way you crumble under her touch, and she loves it. Her finger moves to lift your chin, her eyes darkened with lust as she intoxicates you with just a simple look, breath hitching at the predatory glint that was there for a moment

"You're so beautiful Detka," she murmurs lovingly, softly and the contrasting tone is done purposely to drive you that little bit crazier. Your hands boldly move to slide under her jumper to rest on the skin of her hips and fuck her body is so soft under your touch.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out, her hands tugging you by your hair back to her lips as she needs more. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" you breathe out against her lips, pressing your forehead against hers. A low chuckle escapes her and that alone sends arousal straight between your legs, the throbbing heat building there becoming unbearable.

"I want to ruin you, Detka," she pants, her mouth next to your ear now as her hot breath tickles the side of your face, the sultry tone of her voice making you whine pathetically. "Just... Not yet," she whispers, pulling back from you with flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips and an apologetic look as she can see how worked up you are, the small whimper that spills from your lips not almost cracking her self restraint. Almost.

You know why she's stopping and you're glad in a way she is, not ready to go that far just yet, but part of you wants to, the need to ease the heat between your thighs begging you to kiss her again, to let her do whatever she wants to you. You give in for a moment, kissing her once more but letting it die down into a soft movement of lips pressing together, passion and emotion being poured into it instead of hunger and desire.

"I'm sorry if I got carried away," she whispers with slightly concerned eyes as your forehead just moves to rest against hers.

"You didn't," you reply, eyes still shut, ears intently listening to the steady breaths coming from both of you. Fluttering your eyes open, you see her still worried expression that she went to far, wanting to reassure her. "I promise," you say, nose brushing hers while your lips barely touch hers, your tone soft and comforting, "I promise you didn't, I loved every second of it."

"Good," she mutters back, your lips still grazing each other's making you smile.

"Good," you breathe out, moving your hands to her waist and pull her close for a hug, your head resting on her shoulder while you let yourself enjoy the moment of her in your arms, tranquillity taking over the room.

289 notes · View notes

he-goes-down · 1 month ago

Text

✮ Mr. Bad Guy ✮

✮ Chapter 1: Time

Other chapters

A/n: My own personal head canons are added <3 sorry if it’s HORRENDOUS. Also I know he’s evil and blah blah IT WILL GET THERE this is just the first chapter muehehehe

It’s the recent year, 2025, you’ve just had quiet a hectic first week and bit of the new year. Luckily your safe space is always open for you to dive into when you needed to relax. It’s a large wood right outside behind your house, and when the clock struck home time you immediately made your way into the tranquil nature. Stepping under the canopy and into the stillness was always a soothing balm to the soul, it was even better that most of the trees were evergreen trees so even in the winter it didn’t look dead and miserable. Walking deeper into the wood to find a place to just sit, relax and read in your own little world, until hearing sound that didn’t sound natural. A zap, a spark of some kind. Little did you know there were aliens just a few feet away, invisible from the human eye by their advanced technology. They’ve been surveying the planet since the 1950’s, unbeknownst to everyone else or the fact that Velcro was actually their creation, but I digress. Unfortunately for them, they have to do maintenance once in a while, and a there’s a small chance an unknowing human might stumble upon them. As you walk closer to the sound, your image is hidden behind the trees as you stalked closer. The deflected image that hides the alien flickers. Your heart nearly stops when you see a glimpse of an unnaturally pointed ear. ‘Your brain is fucking with you, your brain is fucking with you calm down’ You repeat the mantra in your mind as you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. You swear it’s the stress getting to you, so you lean your hand and yourself on a tree. A fizz like a lightning bolt travels through your bloodstream when you make contact. The tree you touched, was not a tree at all, but one of the disguised deflector amplifiers that was, at that moment, being repaired and a quote on quote ‘live wire’. However, you didn’t know that. What you were feeling was your body being transported to another timeline. Literally. Your soul stretched across the cosmos at superlight speeds. A tunnel of light going past your eyes, you feel slower, and lightheaded as you forget to breathe during the experience.

Whiplash hits you like a mother fucker when you got magically slingshot into the future. You take in a big gasp of air as you’re on solid ground. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Your eyes shut as you’re sat with your back against cool metal. Back down to Earth… Barely. You’re disorientated like you just got hit by a freight train, low iron dizziness has nothing on this. You slowly rub your hands over your face, the cold metal on your back easing the lava hot nerves and calming your body. Wait- down to Earth- This isn’t Earth! Your eyes shoot open, your breath catching in your chest again in panic. Looking around, it seems like you’re in a metal… box? There’s screens and panels on the walls, and consoles with chairs. Writing with the word ‘Starfleet’ is mentioned a few times on the screen and painted in a sleek fine print red on the wall. ‘Am I in a fucking spaceship or an amusement park…’ You think to yourself as you stand up slowly. Holding your forehead as your head spins and throbs in a dull pain. But you stabilise and walk to the right of you, seeing what looks like a cockpit. Clunky chairs, flat screens like a big ipad that got turned into a table. There’s no one there, the only sound a soft whirring hum of machinery. Like white noise, but nothing is very calming at this moment. Your hand rests on one of the bulky chairs, there’s no roller-coaster straps and restraints so maybe not an amusement park… maybe an exhibit? Still doesn’t answer half the billion questions running through your mind on how you got here. You look up from the consoles, windows, but shutters over them. “There should be a button to open them and see where the hell am I…?” You breathe softly to yourself trying not to let yourself panic. It’s some sick prank, you’re sure of it. You look down the light filled console, uh… this one that says open shutters maybe? You press the button. Clank, clank, clank, they fold up, you’re now faced with black, white dotted vast endlessness void of space. Placing your hand to the glass, it’s freezing cold, you pull away. Okay. Now time to panic. Hurtling yourself backwards, nearly stumbling and falling, your breathing ad heart rate spikes, it feels like everything is spinning. Crouching down to the floor, your head in your hands, trying to make sense of this. “It’s just a dream… please be just a dream…” You mutter to yourself. This doesn’t feel real, it can’t be. The actual reality and physics of this situation hasn’t hit you yet, but the gnawing gut feeling of worry and panic is taking over a large part of your senses till you physically can’t think. It’s absolutely terrifying

You don’t know how much time has passed, you’re one wave short of a shipwreck in terms of mental breakdown. But a loud blare like beep and a flashing red light from one of the consoles. You get up, not bothering to wipe the few tears that you didn’t even notice fell down your face. One step at a time. That’s all your mind can muster. A stagger to the cockpit chair, you look out the window, it’s still spacey. The shipped must have been moving this whole time because the starts have changed, not that you counted every star, but it seems… different. Your attention back to the flickering light and beeping noise. ‘Hail on visual’ The panel says with a few slightly confusing buttons to press. The green one should automatically mean ‘accept’ right…? ‘Maybe someone can help me!’ You think to yourself in a small triumph. You press the button, and there to greet you on a screen on the wall… A scally lizard alien. You stumble back into the chair in shock. The man, well you assume (sorry woke people). His skin a scratchy grey, his whole neckline exposed showing the scaled skin and ridges protruding. It’s almost artistic. There are scaley bumps on his face too, not in a sickly way; more in a way that smooth pebbles are inspiringly placed in a zen garden. It sits around his eyes and over where his eyebrows would be if he was human. More pebble like ridges form up his forehead to his hairline which is then met with his sleek back black hair. In the middle of his forehead a protruding spoon shape. “Starfleet shuttle pod, this is Gul Dukat. Identify yourself, and you better give a good explanation as to why, you are in Cardassian space.” The alien spoke in a serious and slightly irritated tone. You’re completely at a loss for words, your mouth moves but nothing comes out, you’re shit scared. This has to be a joke, but those scales seem a bit too real. The man waits for a reply, the grey-blue eyes piercing through the screen, his hands are clasped in his lap. His eye twitches. “Well? Are you going to answer? Or do we have to drive you out by force?” He says threateningly, now leaning forward in his chair. That makes your vocal cords snap out a sound. “I don’t know how-!” You manage to say, having no idea what kind of ‘force’ he means, for all you know he could incinerate you in a blink of an eye. “You don’t know how?” He laughs mockingly “Oh the federation is really pulling out all the stops with you hm? Are you telling me you got on a Starfleet ship, and just ‘found’ yourself in our space. Please, you can do much better than that.” He gives a playful scoff which still has a harsh tinge of a domineering tone. He leans back in his chair now having a bit of fun with you and your reactions. “I’m serious- I don’t know how I got here- how I got on this… thing! Or whatever the hell you are- some kind of dinosaur.” You say, trying to convince him and going off on a tiny tangent about him and the situation. His Cardassian pride flares protectively. “Ha! We are not anyway remotely related to your Prehistoric Earth creatures…” He laughs, though a semi disdainful emphasis on the words ‘Earth’ and ‘creatures. “And what do you mean you don’t know what a Cardassian is? Have you been living under a rock? Or are your lies just so terrible?” He grins cynically with another jab and mock laughter, he’s thoroughly enjoying this interaction. “I’m serious!” You plead, your brain crashing out under the stress and pressure of this confusing ordeal.

There’s a pause. Dukat straightens up a bit at the emotional response, his demeanour softening a bit. “I don’t… I don’t know where I am… I don’t know how I got here… I don’t even- what god damn year is it?” Unwillingly a tear falls, your body is all worked up and pent up and needed a release of some kind and you can’t stop it. Luckily your breath isn’t hitching or cracking, and your eyes aren’t a puffy red. “You seriously don’t know you’re in the twenty-fourth century…?” His voice softens sincerely, so do his eyes, the slit pupils dilating slightly to a rounder shape. “No wonder you are dressed like that.” He adds as his eyes scan you from his screen. Though, your head is trying to wrap around the words ‘twenty-fourth century’ for the three hundredth and sixty-fifth time your brain short circuits, it’s lucky you’re in a chair already. Otherwise, you would have passed out on the floor from shock. But you’re still hanging on to consciousness. “I’m in the future…” You say softly to yourself. “I’ll tell you what…” Dukat speaks, taking you out of your disassociated state. You didn’t notice he was yapping the whole time about how different you look compared to current humans and all that. “Not that I fully trust you, but you make a convincing case. How about you come aboard my ship, and we can solve this dilemma of yours, or at least ease it. And I don’t see anyone around coming to your aid… space is pretty vast…” He says with a sly smirk and a smooth voice. It’s quite addictive. You won’t lie to yourself; you don’t fully trust him either… but you see no other alternative. “I… okay.” You swallow, your emotions still taking a toll on you. His grin widens and his eyes glint. His hands clap and clasp together. “Perfect, lower your shields, I will beam you over.” He says with a cocky triumph. “Uhm… how do I do that…?” You ask. Dukat sighs “Oh yes, right, how could I forget.” He gently pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate on how to give out instructions. “On one of the consoles there is probably a button that says, ‘defensive mechanisms’ or something along those lines.” He says, a bit like an impatient child not wanting to do menial tasks. That’s probably why he was so excited to have you come aboard, everyday work gets tedious and tiresome. You are a new adventure. “Okay I pressed it…” You say, “Very good, now there should be a shield status button as well.” He says with a sweet tint. You successfully lower the shields with little instruction. “Excellent, now I will beam you over.” “Beam-? What do you mean-…”

You get transported over to his ship. Your eyes squeeze shut and hold onto the closest thing near you to bite down the nausea, getting your atoms rearranged is not a very pleasant feeling. After a few moments your stomach calmed down you gave an exhale. You don’t even know what you held onto. You open your eyes, look at your hand, seeing it wrapped around a black sleek padded armour arm, trailing up and up. You’re face to face with the alien that called himself; ‘Gul Dukat’. He’s much, much taller than on the viewscreen. Not a normal above average human height. This was intimidating, no quiet terrifying, you had to crane your neck to look up at him. He smiles down with a wicked smile showing sharp canines, you realise you’re still holding onto him, and you let go. He’s eating up that slight fumble, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “Now… before I help you… I need to verify your story. Come with me…” He gently leads you down a corridor of his ship, everything is slick and simplistic. The lights are slightly dimmer, and the temperature is warmer than the other small shuttle craft you were on. “What’s your name?” He asks as he leads you, his hand by your lower back, he’s not touching you, but you can still fell his presence. You tell him your name and shoots a small smile. “Hm. Quite an old human name.” He says, he silently motions for one of his crew members to make note of the name and run it through a database. You swallow trying to not make this awkward, but it’s hard when you’re talking to a damn alien. “So… Gul Dukat? Is Gul your first name or?” You ask, and he gives a soft laugh. “Oh, no, no, no, ‘Gul’ is my rank. See I’m in the Cardassian Military. ‘Dukat’ is my last name, you may call me that.” He says. “Ah… okay, Cardassian, that’s your species?” You follow up and Dukat nods. You try not to snort every time he says Cardassian because the first thing your mind goes to is the ‘Kardashians’. None of this feels real, one moment you feel on the edge of an existential crisis, the next you dissociate and everything feels light and dreamy. Right now you feel a bit more grounded, but the seriousness of the situation hasn’t resurfaced yet. (You’re a bit too busy looking at the alien next to you and the other aliens like him walking past in the corridors.)

He stops you by a door, it hisses open, sliding into the wall of the doorframe. “This is the infirmary, we’ll just run a few simple tests to verify your theory…” He steps to the side and gestures for you to go in with that same smirk on his face. You step over the threshold, the Cardassian doctor looks at you confused, but then sees Dukat and straightens up. “Get the quantum scanner out doctor and check her for any temporal anomalies.” Dukat says, the doctor doesn’t question it and follows his order, going to another room to retrieve the items. You go up to one of the bio beds and Dukat gestures for you to sit, and you have to jump to get on the bed. “Are all of you ginormous?” You puff out as you get on the bed, obviously accommodated for their anatomy. Dukat gives a hearty laugh, his head tilting back, a subtle innuendo in his next words. “I suppose compared to you Humans; we are quite large. But you make up your height with your big personalities.” He tilts his head to the side as he speaks, his hands intertwined together in front of him. The doctor comes back, you look at the instruments he has put on the tray, it all looks like sci-fi doohickies to you, but you digress. “Don’t worry these will not hurt.” Dukat assures you patting your shoulder with his large hand. You look down to his hand and notice he has black talons for nails. He’s resembling a lizard more and more with every attribute. The doctor begins scanning you and you sit still, trying not to think about your predicament too much otherwise your brain might explode. Meanwhile, Dukat is standing slightly away, just a bit out of hearing range. One of his crew come up to him, whispering in his ear so not to be heard by others. “They could be a spy, we need to throw them in the brig and force the truth out of them.” The Cardassian says. Dukat gives him a stern glare, his head whipping to look the crew member in the eye. “I will not have them be tortured. I command this ship. I will treat guests how I see fit. Besides, if they were a spy they would not make ‘time travel’ their persona. It’s a weak argument.” Dukat looks back to you, watching as the doctor takes tests and scans you, having to bring some science officers in to look at the readings. “And if the Obsidian Order find out about your ‘guest’ sir?” The man speaks again, and Dukat gives out a slightly irritated grovel. “They won’t be able to do anything, if their case is real, this human knows nothing of Starfleet or the Federation. They are but a piece of clay to be moulded. If they are a spy then the Obsidian Order can do as they wish.” Dukat cocks his head up, crossing his arms, with slight arrogance. Silently hinting for his subordinate to leave, and he does. Looking back to you, Dukat whispers to no one but himself. “And they intrigue me… I’d like to keep them for a bit…” A smile creeps on his face, finding himself amusing.

An hour or so goes by, the doctor calls Dukat over to his medical screen, pointing to one of the diagrams that was formulated by inserting your DNA. “So? What does it mean? I’m not the scientist here.” Dukat peers over the screen. “This is a Human sample that we have from today, and this is that Humans’ sample. This shift clearly indicates they are supposedly 300 years behind.” (Guys I’m making shit up bear with me). “300 years… so they definitely have no clue about any galactical politics or anything… never seen an ‘alien’ before. Hm. Good job doctor.” Dukat says with a pleased nod. “And I took the liberty of updating their body with the vaccines they have to catch up on. Though they will have to see me through the week for more.” The doctor says. “Ah, very good, this is why you are the ships best doctor, doctor.” Dukat gives him a pat on the back. Dukat turns to walk back to where you are on the bio bed, very chuffed with this new thrilling experience that he can mould a human to his liking and hopefully gain someone meaningful out of it. He deserves a friend, he tells himself. Though he turns his head, “And Doctor, tell Temporal Affairs nothing.” He warns, quickly walking back to you where you sit, unbeknownst to their conversation. You were also in your own little world, everything was happening so fast, but to you it seemed everything was slow, but nothing was adjusting just right. “Ah, there we are…” Dukat speaks, you look up at him. It’s still very strange to be faced to face with an alien, it gives a little jump to your nerves whenever you see someone not human walking by. “Lucky for you, you aren’t a spy. Just, unfortunately miss placed in time.” He says with grin, holding his hand out to help you down the tall bio bed. You place your hand in his, his hand is cool to the touch, scaly and hard, but with a certain squishy quality to it, it’s not rock solid. Dukat supresses a small shiver as your warm-blooded skin with his cooler skin. It’s very pleasant. (HEAT SEEKING WHORE). “I’ll escort you to your quarters and get you into more… modern clothes.” He chuckles at his own joke, and you give a weak smile and a nod, your body drained from the experience.

Later, you made it to your assigned quarters, courtesy of your new alien friend that saved you. He’s been quite kind, he has a very commanding presence, and there’s a narcissist hid in there, but everything has gone smoothly all things considered. He’s being gentle with you. Back to your room, it’s simple and minimalist, a bit harsh but you can’t complain, even if the bed is as stiff and hard as a brick. The clothes you were given are quite comfortable, and ashy cream colour, cotton pyjamas as you request to take a nap. Dukat left your quarters after checking everything was okay and yapped the whole time to you, well mainly to himself, while you were getting dressed in the bathroom. You didn’t really mind, he has a nice voice, and it was better than hearing your own dreadful thoughts. You flopped onto the bed, bad idea, but with a pained groan your shimmed on the bed to lay down. The room is dark, your quarters don’t have windows, thank God because if you registered you were in out of space again, your body might just reject itself. Though your body and brain are bit too tired, so you quickly doze and fall asleep, not thinking of anything. An hour, two, three. You jolt awake with a gasp. ‘A stupid time travel dream…’ You think to yourself as you wipe your ears, though when you look around the room you blood turns cold and your heart stops. It was real. You’re not home on Earth, you’re not even on a planet, you’ve technically outlived all friends and family, the rest of your life that you were supposed to live is gone, wasted, you never go to experience it. And now you’re horribly alone, it’s almost like a suffocating coldness. Being alone in a house is tolerable, being alone in a country is daunting, being alone on a planet is worse, but being alone in an entire galaxy is utterly impossible to endure. You try focus on your breathing, but the hard bed underneath you and weirdly triangular shaped pillows remind your senses that you’re not home anymore.

There was only one person to go to for at least some kind of comfort. Gul Dukat. The only person that you’ve actually come in contact within this time, he took you on his ship, gave you hospitality, clothes and food. He seems kind enough. You make your way out the quarters, not really knowing where his are, but if you’re staying in this time, then you have a lot of time on your hands to find it. You trail through the endless maze of corridors, then your arm gets a harsh tug, someone’s talons nearly impaling into the flesh of your skin. “Hey-“You protest. “What are you doing out of your quarters? You’re not a crew member abroad this ship. You’re a guest. Gul Dukat will be hearing about this disrespect.” A Cardassian basically drags you to Dukat’s quarters. At least you’re getting where you wanted. But this man handling is not it. Arriving by his door, the man that dragged you presses the chime. A few moments, the door hisses open, revealing Dukat, in a silk black robe and shorts that stop above his knee in the same fabric. His torso exposed; he has a smaller spoon shape in the middle of his chest. “Yes? What is it- oh Hello.” His voice and demeanour changes from uninterested to soft and inviting when seeing you. The man that dragged you here basically tossed you into the room. “This human was wandering the corridors I came to report-“ He gets cut off by Dukats deadly stare after he sees how his crew member handled you. Dukat gives you a quick pat on the shoulder of reassurance that you did nothing wrong and steps out into the corridor, the door hissing shut, leaving you inside. Meanwhile outside… “You fool! You do not go treating one of my guests like that. Are you trying to heighten the stigma that we are a heartless, cruel people like the Bajorans think we are? Don’t ever, go touching them like that. Understood?” Dukat spits. “Yes-… yes sir…” He backs off. “Good. Dismissed.” Dukat gives an annoyed sigh, muttering a few curse words in Cardassian before joinging you inside.

“Apologies for that. We all have bad workdays… Did he hurt you?” Dukat steps closer to you, with a concerned tone, you can’t tell if it’s fake or not by that little lilt in his voice, but his face seems sincere. “No, I’m fine. There’s no scratch or blood.” You respond. “Good, good… What were you doing out of your quarters? This is still a military ship dear. Not the safest for a human like you to be wandering around.” He gently grazes your upper arm, crouching slightly to your human level. “I was looking for your quarters.” You admit to him, although a bit embarrassingly. “Ah, you seem distressed, is this situation getting to you…?” He asks and you give a nod. “Not to worry, I pride myself in how well I can comfort people and make them feel happy and content.” He gives a smile, enthusiastically taking up the task to make you feel better. “Now go sit down on the couch, I’ll make us some tea and we discuss all about what’s going on in the head of yours.” He says, going to his replicator. He showed you how to use the one in your quarters earlier, you passed on it because you were too tired and didn’t really want to ingest ‘synthetic food’. But it’s a galactic staple, you’d have to get used to it. He orders two cups of tea and walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch, handing you a cup and sitting on the next cushion. The couches are surprisingly not that uncomfortable, or it might just be his own personal furniture that makes the difference. “Red leaf tea. An Earth tea, to help you a bit.” He says as he sips his own cup. “Ah, we call it, well used to call it red bush, not red leaf.” You say as you blow on the liquid. (This is a rooibos tea advert). “Suppose it got lost in translation then.” He says with an interested tone.

The night goes on, you first spill a few hundred questions about humans nowadays, he bends the truth here and there but no lying of any sort. For him, this was lovely, having someone genuinely interested in talking to him, no lingering hatred underneath, or fake politeness that he gets from the crew. It’s euphoric, and ego boosting for him. It also makes his icy Cardassian heart soften. After feeling comfortable with talking to him, the floodgates let loose. Your fears, your confusion, the amount of loneliness you feel, how nothing seems real. When it got a bit too emotional, he gives you a gently hug, his huge slender frame, absorbing your warmth as his cool scales calm your firing nerves. His hand softly caressing your hair.

“I will help you and take care of everything dear…”

A/n: for give me it was dogshit <3

#Spotify #star trek #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #ds9 #gul dukat #dukat #ds9 dukat #skrain dukat #dukat x reader #gul dukat x reader #dukat is the kindest person until things dont go his way

15 notes · View notes

shhh-no-ones-home · 6 months ago

Text

future friends 1/2

james 'logan' howlett

+++++++++

part two

shes not edited so sorry in advance lol

im mad i cant write whump for this man so have some angst instead. because if we cant help heal outside wounds maybe we can help heal inside wounds

song: i lie to me by as it is

+++++++++

i sat across from rogue as we ate our lunch, quietly munching to myself. neither of us had spoken yet but she knew i always needed a minute when getting together with someone. it was the nature of my powers. i could see everyone's past just from being near them and though hers wasnt as hard to watch as some others she understood it was exhausting. she made that mistake once, touching me to experience it for just a moment. she ended up crying hysterically and i felt so bad because i couldnt even hug her to console her.

"Hey have you gotten a chance to talk to Logan yet?"

I raised a brow as I looked over at her, her pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You know the professor told me not to."

She nodded a few times, popping a grape into her mouth.

"And why are we still listening?"

She questioned and I laughed, wiping my mouth on my napkin.

"He said that I need to keep my distance until he finds his place here. You know we aren't supposed to use our powers on each other."

She looked at me with a stupid look on her face.

"Is it really using your power on him if you can't help it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've already read him. Every time he gets close actually. Every class I have with him. His life flashes before my eyes and I have to pretend I don't know everything about him."

She frowned and ate another grape.

"Logan deserves to know about his past. And you're the only one that can give that to him now that jean and the professor are dead."

I sighed and looked down at my half eaten sandwich. all i would have to do is touch him, then i could show him too.

"I guess I'll talk to storm about it. See if she has anything to say. She's the dean now after all."

she sent me another disapproving look before bobby came in and sat with us. i frowned, reading him quickly, before going back to my sandwich.

°°°°°°°°°

I knocked slowly on her office door, the wood creaking slowly. I could hear storm talking quietly to someone and suddenly my mind was flooded with his life again. His childhood, scraping his knee falling off his bike and it healing slowly. He freaked out but got up and kept riding. He never told his parents. Then his wife came into view, their wedding, her death. Then came him volunteering for strikers project. I could feel the ache in my chest as I felt all his pain. The cold rushing through my veins as he streaked butt naked through the Canadian wilderness trying to escape.

"Come in."

Shook me of my thoughts and I pushed the door open, seeing ororo and Logan talking. He was sat against her desk, legs crossed and cigar in his mouth. I panned the room to her standing in front of the TV, remote in hand. I could hear the electricity like she had just turned it off.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise."

I swallowed hard and looked from her to him. He had his brows drawn and I could tell he was trying to place me. Even in the two classes I had with him I was easy to ignore. I kept quiet. Answered questions when prompted. But ultimately stayed out of sight.

"storm I was wondering if I could ask you something but it's a private matter so I might come back."

I tried to suppress her time line, blinking away the hot African sun of her childhood.

"No need. I was just going."

Logan said sternly, pushing himself off the desk.

"We'll talk about this later."

She directed at him and he gave a tight lip smile, closing the door behind him. She looked back at me, placing the TV remote on the end table to her left.

"I have a feeling I know what this is about."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"I don't want to disobey professor Xavier -"

She held her hand up.

"You can't tell him."

I watched her, defeated as she paced to the desk.

"He deserves to know. Something. Anything. That he was married, he volunteered for experiment x, anything from his childhood."

She shook her head as she sat down.

"You know why that's a bad idea. We've already been over this after the fight at alkali lake."

I sighed and slumped down into the chair across from her.

"His time line is so intense storm. I can ignore most people's but they aren't as long or traumatizing as his. He's two, three, times as old as everyone here. Except myself."

A sad expression fell over her face as she folded her hands on the desk.

"He knows what happened with striker. We need to leave it at that. Until he finds something else out naturally."

I clenched my jaw and stood up.

"I can't keep hiding the truth from him ororo. And eventually he'll realize that I don't age either which will raise questions about my mutation. Then what am I supposed to say?"

She inhaled deeply.

"Y/n you are older than even the professor. You are the one that denied the position to teach-"

"Because I look like any other student!"

I interjected and she looked at me sternly.

"But if you are going to act like a child then you are going to be treated like one."

I scoffed and headed for the door.

"If the position reopens let me know. Teachers seem to be dropping like flies around here."

I pushed the door open harshly, it slamming behind me as I walked out of the office. There was a part of me that understands but I can't believe she is against me on this. He has found his place here. And I can't keep up with this. It's so much harder to keep people's time lines out of my head when they don't know I know.

Like rogue. I told her shortly after I met her. Even though it was after she took the "cure" from the Worthington corporation. She introduced herself in the same span it took me to see her time line. Bobby was there to help explain my powers to her but I haven't had to watch her find her powers since then. Same with him. And everyone else I've talked to on this campus. just small pieces of their childhood or finding their significant other.

but logan wasn't like everyone else. he was complicated. and so was i. but now, also, i was mad. i walked quickly down the hall, passed the dining room and kitchen to the elevator. if i couldnt get his frustrations out of my brain by telling him then i might as well work them out. i hit the down button and tapped my foot as i waited. when the door opened i strode down the hall to the danger-room.

i walked in slowly, the lights turning on and the control panel popping open. i quickly selected a series of test and waited for the room to start changing. i watched as sky scrapers appeared in the distance, small shops coming into view as well. then cars and people. then i saw a plane ahead, watching in shock as it crashed down in front of me. then all these creatures started climbing off of it, pieces of the plan in their unsightly jaws as it burned under them.

i moved quickly, running forward and dodging the creatures as they came at me hissing through bloody teeth. i pulled on the torn metal, making and opening and helping some civilians out of the plane as it burned. i looked up, seeing one of the creatures charging back at me. i grabbed a piece off the top of the plane and swung myself towards it kicking it square in the face and knocking back down to the ground.

i checked to make sure that the people on the ground were helping the others out of the burning plane before turning to fight another creature as it came at me. i struck it, pushing it away from me before lunging at another one. when the rest finally realized i was there they came in waves, attacking me. i fought back as hard as i could and for once thats all i had to focus on. then one of them knocked me down. as i tried to get up another lunged on top of me, pinning me down to the roof of the plane. i grunted and and tried to keep it away from me, its teeth gnashing and slobbery in my face.

then from out of nowhere i heard a yell and the sound of metal. i looked over to see logan shoving his long claws into the side of the creature. i watched him, his past flooding through my brain as he attacked the others as they came at us. i breathed deeply, stumbling to my feet and putting my back to his. we fought together until they were all gone, going to get the few stragglers out of the plane that hadnt made it out yet.

then he moved to help me down, taking my hand in his and pausing as i hit the ground. my eyes went wide as a tear slid down his cheek. shit. i had transferred his memories without even meaning to. all i had to do was touch him. usually i had my gloves on when we went in the danger-room but i didnt put my suit on first.

"i had a wife."

he said quietly, side eying me. i held my breath, holding onto his hand still as the simulation dissipated around us.

"i had a brother."

he laughed, really looking at me now. i took my hand out of his and held them both together in front of me.

"im sorry logan, this isnt how i wanted you to find out."

he drew his brows.

"have you known this whole time?"

i could feel tears stinging as i nodded.

"thats my curse to hold."

he shook his head, looking angry before walking off.

"logan wait!"

i called after him and he held his hand up.

"kid. just dont."

#wattpad #x reader #imagines #one shots #the wolverine #marvel #james howlett #james logan howlett #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #logan x reader #350

20 notes · View notes