How can Logan cower in fear at the sight of a short, grumpy old lady?
Title: La Suocera
Author: Mitsaso
E-Mail: Mitsaso@in.gr, Mitsaso_X@hotmail.com
Archive: Sure. Just inform me if you want to archive it someplace else,so that I can do silly happy dances around my room.
Disclaimer: The X-Men all belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. No profit is made of this story... you can sue me however, I always wanted to watch a trial up close! Oh, as for the two ladies Elisa and Gina, they're mine! Not that I want to keep Elisa that much...
Rating: PG-13 due to creepy mother-in-law from Sicily, unorthodox use of pets, icky love scenes and verbal torture of innocent mutants... Oh, and language.
Summary: The atrocious Wolverine finally meets his ultimate nemesis; his mother-in-law!
Warnings: The concept is based on a little comic story with original characters I had made myself. But since I'm the only person reading my comics, I thought of sharing my ideas with a larger audience; fanfic readers! "Suocera" stands for "mother-in-law" in Italian. How obvious, huh? Oh, the story is obviously an AU.
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Too bad this is plain text format and I can't place little skulls in each side of the title... *sobs*
~ LA SUOCERA~
The rain droplets were viciously beating the ground with their devastating force, making it one of these nights when a look outside through the window diminished every mood for going out on a night like this.
The pouring soon developed into a full-fledged storm, and the funny thing was that Storm had nothing to do with it, since she was currently drunk and singing Boney M's "Sunny" at the karaoke machine. Drake and Gambit had somehow managed to trick her into a little drinking competition. Amazingly, she had won. But both Drake and LeBeau now seemed perfectly sober as they cheered Storm into giving the performance of her life.
"SUNNY! - yesterday my life was filled with rain..."
Logan cocked his head, watching Ororo swing her hips in synch with the music coming out of the infernal contraption, as her voice kept antagonising the machine in producing sound pollution. Three empty bottles of martini were resting their empty carcasses on the floor next to her. Man, that woman could drink, when she wanted to.
"SUNNY! - you smiled at me and really eased the pain..."
There were times like this when Wolverine wished that one of his mutant abilities, instead of enhanced senses (such as hearing), would be total deafness. The moments were still passing slowly, as time always did when being in a torturous situation. Ororo still kept on squeaking about sunny, bright days while a thrilling full-fledged storm kept going outside.
"SUNNY!- ONE SO TRUE... I LOVE YOUOUOUOUOU!"
Storm's voice was so high-pitched at the time that Logan almost missed the ringing of the doorbell. Thankfully, there had been the aforementioned enhanced senses and the little fact that the mansion's doorbell was especially designed to be loud, in order to be easily heard in every single room of a really huge building like this.
Logan carefully approached the door. Nobody of good intentions would come and visit with weather like this. It was either some sort of attack, or something very important that couldn't wait for the weather to subside.
Then he remembered. *She* was supposed to arrive tonight. Storm's excruciatingly painful singing had made him forget that for a while. You always forget pain with another kind of pain, after all.
Reaching the main door, Logan tried to sniff the presence outside, but the rain made it nearly impossible to pick up a decent scent.
Opening the door at last, he realised he could see nobody outside, nothing but total darkness and the sound of rain whipping the ground with force.
He tried to use his animalistic abilities and finally made out a short, dark figure standing by the doorframe a few feet ahead of him.
As he opened his mouth to ask the stranger who he was, a sudden lightning provided the answer itself, briefly giving enough light to reveal the stranger's appearance and apparent identity.
A very short old woman, almost two thirds the height of the average X-Man, was standing by the door, close enough to be protected from the rain by the porch above. She was very short and equally fat, as her vest was bulging from everywhere, especially at the level of her hips. Her grey hair was caught on a huge hairball on the back of her head.
She held a suitcase in each hand, her height barely allowing the suitcases to not touch the ground. Her wet, plain black umbrella has poking out of her bag, which was thrown around her shoulder. She seemed like the average Mediterranean old woman. Only fatter, shorter and uglier.
But her eyes betrayed her evil nature, as she looked down on him (although the height difference wouldn't normally allow that) and greeted him in an eerily cold, unfriendly voice that was almost seemed to wish his untimely death at the same time:
«Buonasera. I'm Elisa" her eyes had a snobbish but bloodthirsty look that seemed to be her natural one. "And you...must be the low-life that stole my only daughter away from me. Am I wrong?"
Logan successfully controlled the anger that was provoked by her behaviour and tried to find the most appropriate, ever-friendly answer to that. But he just couldn't find the right words. After a long pause, his embarrassing predicament made him come up with this:
"Ehhh- Can I call you Mom?"
She shot him a very malevolent nasty look, showing him how eager she was to be friends with him.
Logan winced, a little voice inside his head telling him that very difficult days were ahead...
Title: La Suocera
Author: Mitsaso
E-Mail: Mitsaso@in.gr, Mitsaso_X@hotmail.com
Archive: Sure. Just inform me if you want to archive it someplace else,so that I can do silly happy dances around my room.
Disclaimer: The X-Men all belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. No profit is made of this story... you can sue me however, I always wanted to watch a trial up close! Oh, as for the two ladies Elisa and Gina, they're mine! Not that I want to keep Elisa that much...
Rating: PG-13 due to creepy mother-in-law from Sicily, unorthodox use of pets, icky love scenes and verbal torture of innocent mutants... Oh, and language.
Summary: The atrocious Wolverine finally meets his ultimate nemesis; his mother-in-law!
Warnings: The concept is based on a little comic story with original characters I had made myself. But since I'm the only person reading my comics, I thought of sharing my ideas with a larger audience; fanfic readers! "Suocera" stands for "mother-in-law" in Italian. How obvious, huh? Oh, the story is obviously an AU.
[] indicates telepathic communication
Too bad this is plain text format and I can't place little skulls in each side of the title... *sobs*
~ LA SUOCERA~
The rain droplets were viciously beating the ground with their devastating force, making it one of these nights when a look outside through the window diminished every mood for going out on a night like this.
The pouring soon developed into a full-fledged storm, and the funny thing was that Storm had nothing to do with it, since she was currently drunk and singing Boney M's "Sunny" at the karaoke machine. Drake and Gambit had somehow managed to trick her into a little drinking competition. Amazingly, she had won. But both Drake and LeBeau now seemed perfectly sober as they cheered Storm into giving the performance of her life.
"SUNNY! - yesterday my life was filled with rain..."
Logan cocked his head, watching Ororo swing her hips in synch with the music coming out of the infernal contraption, as her voice kept antagonising the machine in producing sound pollution. Three empty bottles of martini were resting their empty carcasses on the floor next to her. Man, that woman could drink, when she wanted to.
"SUNNY! - you smiled at me and really eased the pain..."
There were times like this when Wolverine wished that one of his mutant abilities, instead of enhanced senses (such as hearing), would be total deafness. The moments were still passing slowly, as time always did when being in a torturous situation. Ororo still kept on squeaking about sunny, bright days while a thrilling full-fledged storm kept going outside.
"SUNNY!- ONE SO TRUE... I LOVE YOUOUOUOUOU!"
Storm's voice was so high-pitched at the time that Logan almost missed the ringing of the doorbell. Thankfully, there had been the aforementioned enhanced senses and the little fact that the mansion's doorbell was especially designed to be loud, in order to be easily heard in every single room of a really huge building like this.
Logan carefully approached the door. Nobody of good intentions would come and visit with weather like this. It was either some sort of attack, or something very important that couldn't wait for the weather to subside.
Then he remembered. *She* was supposed to arrive tonight. Storm's excruciatingly painful singing had made him forget that for a while. You always forget pain with another kind of pain, after all.
Reaching the main door, Logan tried to sniff the presence outside, but the rain made it nearly impossible to pick up a decent scent.
Opening the door at last, he realised he could see nobody outside, nothing but total darkness and the sound of rain whipping the ground with force.
He tried to use his animalistic abilities and finally made out a short, dark figure standing by the doorframe a few feet ahead of him.
As he opened his mouth to ask the stranger who he was, a sudden lightning provided the answer itself, briefly giving enough light to reveal the stranger's appearance and apparent identity.
A very short old woman, almost two thirds the height of the average X-Man, was standing by the door, close enough to be protected from the rain by the porch above. She was very short and equally fat, as her vest was bulging from everywhere, especially at the level of her hips. Her grey hair was caught on a huge hairball on the back of her head.
She held a suitcase in each hand, her height barely allowing the suitcases to not touch the ground. Her wet, plain black umbrella has poking out of her bag, which was thrown around her shoulder. She seemed like the average Mediterranean old woman. Only fatter, shorter and uglier.
But her eyes betrayed her evil nature, as she looked down on him (although the height difference wouldn't normally allow that) and greeted him in an eerily cold, unfriendly voice that was almost seemed to wish his untimely death at the same time:
«Buonasera. I'm Elisa" her eyes had a snobbish but bloodthirsty look that seemed to be her natural one. "And you...must be the low-life that stole my only daughter away from me. Am I wrong?"
Logan successfully controlled the anger that was provoked by her behaviour and tried to find the most appropriate, ever-friendly answer to that. But he just couldn't find the right words. After a long pause, his embarrassing predicament made him come up with this:
"Ehhh- Can I call you Mom?"
She shot him a very malevolent nasty look, showing him how eager she was to be friends with him.
Logan winced, a little voice inside his head telling him that very difficult days were ahead...