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Keith tall model face ass 😍
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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
Some cursing, nothing worse than the x-men movies
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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.