Babysitting
What happens when Loganâs teeny baby girl needs babysitting from Rogue and Gambit? More specifically, what happens when they ignore Loganâs explicit instructions not to give you sugar? Turns out, even the Wolverineâs little kit has a berserker mode.
In this one, the reader is Loganâs baby girl who for the sake of the story has claws very early for the X-men universe. (Think an X-23 style origin story). No adamantium though. Reader is called âPrincessâ, âChereâ, âpumpkinâ, âsweet peaâ, âdarlinââ, âangelâ, âpupâ and âlittle oneâ and is referred to with she/her/hers pronouns.
Authorâs Note: I know I normally aim to do gender-neutral reader terms, but I had a procedure this morning (which went great) and Iâm being a little self-indulgent. If anyone wants a gender neutral version, I can post one though! I just really wanted to put this idea on paper and thought it was a silly, fun one. Hope you enjoy!
warnings: threat of claws, resulting fear, and damage to furniture. No ouchies for anyone! Your sitters just dodge you until Daddy comes back and reminds you whoâs in charge (no punishment though)
âLet me at that little pumpkin, Shugah! Auntie Rogue is on the job!â A bubbly Rogue reached out her arms toward Logan, who held tiny you in his own. You were groggy and still waking up from your nap, but the warm, smiley woman with the bright auburn and white hair had definitely grabbed your interest.
âWoah, woah, donât forget about her Uncle Remy, Chere. Logan, make sure you tell her I get a turn at some point, huh?â The man speaking in the thick Cajun accent had caught your eye for a moment, but upon looking his way and seeing his red eyes, you whimpered a bit and buried your face back in Loganâs shirt.
âItâs up to her Shugah, and it looks like sheâs as keen to play with you as a field mouse with a tom catâ Rogue laughed.
Logan was beginning to feel reluctant about this whole babysitting thing. He needed to go on a mission with Charles, and his first choices of caretakersâJean and (reluctantly) Scottâhad to go too. So did Storm. Jubilee was sitting this one out, but half the time, Logan still felt that she needed a chaperone herself. He conceded that Rogue and Gambit would have to do.
âAlright, listen carefully, the both of ya.â Logan started. âSheâs already had her nap, and she donât need to eat again for a few hours, but when you do feed her. No sugar. You got that, Gumbo? That means no beignets, no sneaky candies, no nothinâ sweet.â
Rogue rolled her eyes incredulously, âYeah right Logan, like weâre gonna babysit and not give the kid anything fun to munch on. You canât be serious.â
âYou wanna give it to her that bad? Itâs your funeral. She donât do well with sugar. Donât say I didnât warn ya.â Logan looked about as serious as the plague without a single hint of a smirk.
âSo lemme get this straight, mon ami. What do you feed her when you wanna make herâŠI dunnoâŠhappy?â Gambit smiled with a smug look and cocked his head. He was working on something in the kitchen and wouldnât stray too far from the oven.
âSheâs perfectly happy with healthy food, Cajun. She wonât miss what she donât eat.â Logan replied, frowning and raising an eyebrow.
By now you were starting to fuss a little in your daddyâs arms, getting curious about the new, vaguely familiar grown ups around you.
âAlright, alright, little one. Daddyâs gotta go, love.â
You rubbed your eyes and giggled a little as your daddy planted a kiss on your cheek that was a bit scratchy from his stubble. Then he put you down on the rug and headed out.
The next thing you knew, the pretty southern lady with the red and white hair was in front of you on the floor, laying on her belly.
âAlright sweet pea, why donât you and Auntie Rogue have a little fun, huh?â She asked, her eyes sparkling and mischievous.
You regarded her curiously for a moment, before you were scooped up and flyingâliterally flyingâaround the room in Rogueâs arms! Your giggles absolutely filled the air, as did Rogueâs.
Then came another voice from the kitchen; and with it and incredible smell on the air. The man with the red and black eyes then appeared from around the corner.
âYou know Loganâs gonna put us both through a wall if a single hair on her little tĂȘte is out of place, donât you Chere?â He asked, smirking.
âYeah well I reckon youâve got a better chance of being run through for what you got in that kitchen than I do for playinâ super-baby with her, Shugah.â Rogue grinned. âDonât think I canât smell those treats you been workinâ on in there.â
âWhat? Like Iâm really gonna pass up the chance to give little chĂšre her first beignet?â Gambit said, pouting with puppy dog eyes.
âI hear you! What kind of monster looks into this face, sweet as pie, and then says no to anythinâ sweet!?â Rogue booped you on the nose as she asked the rhetorical question, and once again, you were smiling.
The smell wafting from the kitchen was intoxicating to youâespecially with the enhanced senses youâd inherited from your daddyâand before long, your uncle Remy stepped into the living room with a plate of warm, fluffy beignets.
He held one out to you and winked at Rogue, âWolverine never gonna know, ainât that right chĂšre?â
With a little hand outstretched, you grabbed one of the warm beignets, held it to your mouth, and started chewing on a corner. It was as if your entire world changed with a single bite. You gnawed your way through the soft pastry, with your chaperones chuckling at the sight of powdered sugar all over your chubby cheeks. You smiled ear to ear and clapped your hands, still clutching the bitten up beignet in one.
âWell, lookie here!â Rogue grinned. âShe loves it!â
âEveryone love Gambitâs beignets, Chere.â Remy scooped you up in his arms and gave you a raspberry on your cheek, once again causing you to smile wide. âWhoâs your favorite uncle in the whole wide world, ma princesse?â He tickled your belly with his fingers and you squealed in a fit of laughter.
Rogue and Gambit spent the rest of the afternoon feeling very self-satisfied. Each was confident that Logan would never find out theyâd fed his precious daughter a sugar-bomb pillow of fried dough. Or how much she loved the taste.
The two little tasks to do around the house, and Rogue set you up in a playpen in the living room before joining Remy in the kitchen. The couple went about their business, sure that you were just about the happiest little thing theyâd ever encountered. Youâd be fine with your toys and some calming cartoons on the TV.
In the kitchen, your sitters were chatting; cleaning up and washing dishes.
âChere, donât you think itâs a little funny that something so sweet came fromââ
âLogan?â Rogue finished, a smirk plastered on her lips.
âWellâŠyeah.â Gambit said with a laugh.
âMaybe a long time ago, beforeâyou knowâeverythingâŠmaybe Logan was somethinâ like her.â
At this Gambit looked at the woman he loved as if she had three heads; suppressing laughter and starting to fail.
âAlright, I know. Ahâm just sayinâ.â Rogue responded, trying to cut off his stifled laughs.
After about half an hour of tidying up and speculating about the Wolverineâs layered, foggy past, Remy said, âYou should probably check on the little one, non?â He was starting to tackle the dishes in the sink.
âYup. Iâll see what sheâs up to.â Rogue agreed.
She walked back into the room she left you in, to an eerie level of silence. There was no giggling, no cooing, not even the sounds of your noisy toys. Hi Even more unsettling? She didnât see you anywhere.
âUhâŠShugah?â She called. Maybe you were curled up in the playpen asleep? But Logan had said youâd already had your nap, hadnât he? Walking up to the little enclosure Rogue noticed something terrifying.
The mesh wall of the playpen was completely ripped apart. There was a massive hole in it, and you were absolutely not inside.
âOh no.â The words fell out of Rogueâs mouth as she looked around the room in a frantic panic.
There were claw marks on the wooden bookshelf in the corner! There was a chunk missing from the couch, and one of the throw pillows had been completely obliterated!
âRemy!â Rogue called. âGet in here! Sheâs gone! SheâsâŠloose!â
The red-eyed Cajun came running into the living room looking around the room and taking in the carnage. âWhat dâyou mean, Chere? Mon dieu, what the-!?â
Before he could finish his thought, a tiny little missile came careening at high speed from behind the shredded drapes over the window. You were charging across the floor at Gambit with 6 pointed claws at the ready, and was that a snarl coming out of you?!
âWoah-!â He jumped to the side dodging the draggers coming from your little hands.
The demeanor you arrived with was completely gone. You looked downright predatory now! You crawled across the rug with as much speed as you could manage, determined to skewer whichever babysitter got in your way first.
âGrab her, Chere!â Gambit yelled to his girlfriend.
âAh canât! Sheâll gut me like a fish! How could she have those already?! Sheâs way too young for a mutation to show up!â Rogue observed, staring in shock at the little claws protruding from you.
âMust be because they cooked her up in that lab. Guess normal mutant rules donât apply, huh?â Gambit reasoned, climbing up on a table to get out of your reach.
You could see him up there, and you began circling the table like a wild animal. Gambit could just about hear a nature documentary narrating your hunting behavior in his head:
âWith bold aggression, the predatory wolverine circles her prey, preparing to use her razor-sharp claws to scale the tree her meal is hoping to find refuge in.â
âWhy is she so angry?!â Rogue demanded, floating as close to the ceiling as possible to avoid your raging swipes.
âBecause you gave her sugar, didnât you?â A gravely voice came from behind Remy and Rogue, making both of them jump.
âAm I right?â Logan was standing in the doorframe of Gambitâs living room, arms crossed and looking none too pleased.
âUhh, non! Of course not, mon ami! She took a beignet from me! Just swiped it right out of my hands!â Gambit smiled, desperately lying through his teeth. As scary as the little clawed pup on the rug was, she was nothing compared to her papa.
âOh give it up, Remy! Alright Logan, maybe we gave her a little somethinâ sugary. You didnât tell us sheâd turn into a little mini berserker-mode you if we did!â Rogue spat, more annoyed at him than scared of you at this point.
âI warned ya.â Logan replied. âMoreân once, darlinâ. I oughta let her rage at you both til she runs outta steam. Maybe then youâll listen next time.â His arms were still crossed, and he was looking very sternly between the two guardians heâd reluctantly chosen that morning.
âFine! It wonât happen again, Shugah, just call her off before she eats mah man!â Rogue pleaded.
Logan rolled his eyes and knelt down on the floor.
âAlright pup, enough.â He barked in your direction.
You werenât having it. All that saccharine energy was fueling your animalistic rampage, and your daddy was now trying to slow you down? You turned your attention toward him with a little growl escaping your lips, bearing your little claws at the ready.
Just as you were about to reach your daddy? He stood up and then his claws came out. Much longer than yours and coated in adamantium, they glinted in the light and stopped you in your tracks.
âI said, enough darlinâ.â He snarled.
You came to a halt, blinked a few times with a quivering lower lip and retracted your little bone claws. You whimpered a bit, only to be scooped up right away by your daddy, who cuddled you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. âThatâs my little one.â
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Gambit and Rogue were staring dumbfounded at the Wolverine and his little girl.
âWhat the heck was that?!â Rogue demanded, mouth agape.
âWhat?â Logan asked, skeptically. You had completely settled in his arms, where he was now bouncing you gently.
âPretty sure you canât show your sharps to your child, Logan!â The stunned woman shouted.
âWere you two gonna handle her then? When she gets like that the only thing that works is a show of force.â He explained while you cooed on his chest.
âA show of force?â Gambit repeated through a palm over his face.
âTakes a wolverine to stop a wolverine, Bub.â Logan smirked. âMaybe next time youâll listen to me about the sugar.â
He looked down at you in his arms just peacefully sucking your thumb and clinging to your daddyâs flannel.
âCanât believe you two had so much trouble with such a little angel.â He smirked.
âNext time maybe you should ask Jean and Scott, Shugah.â Rogue sighed.
âYouâre right. Then I can tell Scott to give her ice cream.â Logan winked.










