Nightmares Are Made Of
Xavier asks Logan to the school for a very important mission–that involves you as well. Things may start off rocky, but you hope to change that.
- X-Men Wolverine / Logan Howlett x Reader
- 1075 Words
- Some cursing, nothing worse than the x-men movies
- Part One
“My office. Now.”
The airy voice enters your mind, sending a small shiver down your spine as it always did when Xavier tries to get your attention. It was always unexpected, always at the wrong time. Now, you were tutoring a small boy, a mutant that went by the name of Garret. He could hardly use his powers, which was nothing more than singing in a high pitched voice, causing everyone in the same room as him to get a severe headache.
You tell the boy to wait in his room, that you shouldn’t be long. With a little sigh, you rise to your feet and take the journey to the office of the famous Professor X, the headmaster of the school for mutants.
Once you arrive at the door, you feel that something is wrong. There is a certain presence about the air that makes it thick and hard to breathe. You could always catch these sort of feelings, always so paranoid when you got them.
“Come in.” The airy voice enters your mind once more and you push open the door, only to find a large man with broad shoulders and a scowl plastered on his face. His eyebrow cocks up instantly high, giving the look of anger slash confusion.
“Oh…” You breathe, unsure of what to think of this animalistic man standing in front of you. He certainly was no child, therefore it was a little strange to see him in this office. Xavier only took in children, unless this was a special circumstance.
“Ah, Miss, Y/N. So nice of you to join us.” Xavier smiles from his desk. He gives you a small nod, your que to close the door so no little mutants could eavesdrop. “I would like you to meet our newest member, Logan. Or as he likes to be called, Wolverine.”
Wolverine hasn’t moved his eyes since you came through the door. His hands are positioned on his hips and his jaw is crooked as he takes you in.
“Wolverine?” This time, you cock your own eyebrow and look over at the man. You can’t deny his looks are very charming, almost winning you over just like that. But you knew better than to fall for any of the mutants around here, especially before you know their past. “What? Did they give you that name for your looks?”
Logan growls, holding his right fist in the air and what happens next takes you by a little surprise. Three long, sharp claws extend from his knuckles, ripping apart the skin and stopping after they were several inches longer than his own fingers. The sound it makes sends yet another chill down your spine. It sounds painful, and yet his face doesn’t twitch.
“Oh…” You aren’t sure how to respond, the shock was still settling in.
“Logan can also heal exceptionally fast with his healing factor, which has sort of put a hold on his aging process.” Xavier explains from behind his desk, the sound in his voice gave him away; he was enjoying this show. “Although he has a bit of a memory problem, which is why he is here with us.”
“A memory problem? What a power.” You say in a snarky voice and cross your arms over your chest. “What good is that?”
“What’s your power, princess?” Logan narrows his eyes on you, his claws sinking back into his skin and appearing as if nothing were just there. “Annoying everyone around you?”
You open your mouth to speak, piecing together a comeback that was sure to make him curl back in fear, but Xavier, as usual, beats you to the punch.
“She can inflect her worst nightmares onto you.” He says ever so simply. You feel a small blush creeping up your cheeks, knowing that this sounds childish and that the man in front of you will laugh.
He raises his eyebrow again, a smirk growing on his lips. “Huh. Sounds scary.” He wiggles his fingers in the air before he sticks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Tell me, how does that work in combat?”
You look at your headmaster for conformation, which he gives you with a slight nod of his head. You turn your head back to Logan, staring at him with emotionless eyes until they turn black. You watch the way his features change from a man who was seemingly having too much fun to a man who was scared shitless.
Color drains from his skin, leaving him looking a bit paler than he was before. His eyes grow large and you can feel his heart speeding up in his chest, beating faster and faster until you were sure it would burst. Logan falls to his knees, begging for “them” to go away, begging for mercy, begging for someone to help him.
“That’s enough, Y/N.” Charles Xavier warns you before his heart really did break.
You shook off the nightmare, regaining yourself. The black fades from your eyes, leaving them the beautiful color you have. A small smile plays at the corner of your lips as you watch the man in front of you look around the room, trying to figure out what just happened.
“Now you see.” Xavier chuckles in delight. He has a fascination with your power, always trying to figure out how far it goes, how much pain and suffering you could possibly give others. It was not a power he exactly encouraged you to use often. “She can kill a man within seconds. I’m sure you felt only a fraction of what a normal human can feel.”
Wolverine growls and jumps up to his feet, hand still over his chest. “What was that?” He glares down at you, stepping even closer so he could have a better look at you.
“The things that haunt me in my sleep. In some cases, I can use your nightmares against you as well, scaring you to—well—death.”
“Logan, I want you and Y/N to get to know each other. I have a mission for you two.” Xavier smiles, acting like you hadn’t just tried to kill someone.
Logan’s eyes trail down your body as he stands over you, hesitating here and there to get a better look. “Does it involve her trying to kill me again?” The color returns to his cheeks and you watch as his pupils grow larger the longer he looks at you.
“Not yet.” Charles chuckles.