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"I think Logan should hut that." At one point was implied he did. And also it was implied it happened before she was 18.
Also she's part of Logan's fantasy, that include several other female mutants like Emma Frost and Mystique.
Squirrel Girl
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Chapter 4 is ouuuut
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Healing Touch | Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader | Masterlist
Summary: You’re a new member of the X-Men. Your mutation allows you to heal other people: you can close any wound, and cure any sickness. You’re not a fighter at all, but you’re useful at the battle field when it comes to saving injured mutants.
The one thing you can’t heal? It’s a broken heart. Sadly, that’s exactly what Logan needs: in love with a woman who doesn't love him back, and only having pieces of a broken past, Logan needs all the help he can get. He’s too stubborn to ask, but you make it your mission to be there for him.
[Takes place around X2, but Jean doesn't die]
This is a sloooow burn, so grab a snack.
A/N: I know there’s already a mutant named Angel, but for the sake of this fic let’s just pretend there isn’t haha.
Warnings: slow burn, angst, but also a lot of fluff, mentions of sickness, hospitals, sick children, cancer, canon typical violence. I may add more in the future.
Chapters:
Part 1: In the mood Part 2: Broken hearts Part 3: Love is a battlefield Part 4: Trauma Part 5: Return to home Part 6: Caught red handed Part 7: Healing hearts
If anyone is interested in reading this, let me know. I'll create a tag list. It will also be posted on AO3
#logan howlett#the wolverine#healing touch#logan x reader#wolverine x you#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett fic
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Ticklish
logan howlett x reader
Maybe you discovered Logan was ticklish. Maybe you used it to your advantage.
TW: it's pure fluff, it's a little bit funny and the end is a tiny bit suggestive. let's just say Christmas came early this year...this was written this morning when I woke up and it's fully inspired by my own post
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Every morning before getting out of bed, you and Logan had a quiet ritual. These stolen moments of peace were rare in the chaos of the mansion, where every day brought new missions, training, or too many kids running around. It was the one time you could just be. No responsibilities, no noise— just the two of you.
This morning was no different. Your head rested on Logan's chest, his fingers combing gently through your hair, while your hand traced slow, lazy patterns on his chest. It was a small act of intimacy, but one you both cherished.
Lost in the rhythm, your hand absently wandered lower, brushing against his side. Suddenly, Logan jerked like he'd been electrocuted. His entire body tensed, and he shifted away so abruptly that you sat up, startled.
“Logan, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Concern laced your voice as you reached for him.
He cleared his throat, his usual gruff tone tinged with embarrassment. “Nah, you didn’t hurt me. Just… don’t do that.”
You blinked, confusion evident on your face. “Don’t touch your sides?” You tilted your head, studying him as if trying to solve a puzzle. He refused to meet your gaze, instead settling back into bed and opening his arms to you, clearly ready to move on.
“Come here. We don’t have much time left before breakfast,” he said, his voice low and coaxing.
But you didn’t move. The way he avoided eye contact and the faint flush on his cheeks told you there was more to this. You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Logan…”
“Don’t,” he warned, catching the glint of mischief sparking in your eyes.
You smirked. “Are you… ticklish?”
The look of horror that crossed his face confirmed everything. He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, but the threatening tone only made you laugh.
“Oh my god, you are!” you exclaimed, grinning like a kid who just uncovered a juicy secret.
“I mean it, sweetheart. You’ll regret it.” His expression was deadly serious, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
Still laughing, you raised your hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Logan. I’m not going to tickle you. It was an accident— I didn’t know!”
He gave you a skeptical glance, clearly trying to decide whether you were trustworthy. After a tense moment, he let out a heavy sigh and opened his arms again. You nestled back against his chest, your fingers returning to their absent-minded pattern-drawing. His hand resumed its place in your hair, but his body remained slightly tense, like a predator waiting for an ambush.
The silence stretched comfortably for a few minutes before your curiosity got the better of you. “How did I never realize you were ticklish?”
He let out a quiet chuckle. “Because it’s a secret, and I’m careful. You’re lucky you caught me off guard.”
You laughed softly, your breath warm against his chest. “You know, I can keep a secret… but I can also use it against you if I want.”
His hand froze in your hair, and you felt his heartbeat quicken just slightly beneath your ear. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” You tilted your head up, giving him your best innocent smile.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but when your hand wandered dangerously close to his side again, he didn’t notice until it was too late. Your fingers pinched his ribs lightly, and the sound that escaped his mouth—a startled yelp—was priceless.
“Y/N!” he growled, but he was already moving. In the blink of an eye, you were flat on your back, your wrists pinned above your head as he loomed over you.
“What was that little scream you just did?” you teased, bursting into laughter as he glared down at you.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he rumbled, his tone low and menacing, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips told you he was more amused than angry.
“Well, in that case…” You grinned up at him, eyes gleaming with defiance. “Maybe I should do that more often.”
Logan shook his head, clearly trying to hold onto his serious facade, but it crumbled under the weight of your laughter. The corners of his mouth twitched before he finally broke, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss that left you breathless.
When he pulled back, his lips hovered over yours, his voice gravelly and teasing. “You sure you want to keep playing? Because I’ve got other ways to make you behave.”
You arched a brow, your smirk never wavering. “Oh? Like what?”
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and before you could blink, he nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp. His hands trailed down your sides, slow and deliberate, his touch feather-light but enough to send a shiver through you.
“Keep testing me, darlin’,” he murmured, his tone dripping with suggestion. “You might not make it to breakfast at all.”
You bit your lip, trying to fight back a grin. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
His smirk widened as he leaned closer, his voice a whisper against your ear. “Good. Because breakfast can wait.”
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You mentioned a Honda Odyssey in chapter 4, is that an easter egg?
Haha yeah! It was random I know haha
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Guys, you have no idea how much your support meant to me this last couple of days.
I have a mentally ill brother who lives in a completely different continent, and I'm constantly afraid something will happen to him. He has two little boys but he's separated, so he doesn't have any family there.
Then on Wednesday I received the news that one of my most beloved friends has breast cancer. She's an old lady, around 70 years old. She was my neighbor a few years ago and took me in as a daughter. But then I had to move for work so I live very far away from her. She lost her husband at a young age, and never had kids, so I worry she won't have someone to look after her.
This week has been stressful, so I really appreciate the kind comments, the people that defended me from a rude annon, and whose who support my fic.
I really hope you’re all doing well and I wish you a happy and blessed holidays.
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AAHHHHHHHHH I cant with these two, my heart!!!!
Who's That Girl?
Chapter 10: Pillow Fight
Movie night turns into a pillow fight. Turns out feelings hit a lot harder than any cushions thrown Logan's way.
logan howlett x reader
TW: language, D&W.
A/N: hello! second chapter of the week, a short one indeed but no less important than any others.....the movie reference in this is a 1986 terrible movie called Howard The Duck (obviously marvel related) that I talked about with my friends, and the images I saw of it gave me nightmares so yeah. I think wade would enjoy it. alright, enjoy!!!
→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!
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There was something uniquely comforting about Wednesday nights in the apartment. It wasn’t about the tradition— they weren’t that organized. It wasn’t about the snacks either, though Wade insisted his popcorn was “life-changing.” No, it was the way they all sank into the couch like they belonged there, as though the world outside didn’t matter for a few hours.
This night had been no exception. Logan was stretched out at one end, his feet resting on the coffee table, his arms crossed over his chest like he was guarding something. Wade, of course, occupied the middle, surrounded by a fortress of snacks, commenting on how he was “the glue holding this dysfunctional family together.” Y/N had claimed the other end of the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, a blanket half-draped over her lap, more to shield herself from Wade’s crumbs than for warmth.
The credits of a movie from the eighties rolled across the screen, but no one made a move to turn it off just yet.
“All right, that movie was ridiculous,” Wade said, stretching his arms behind his head. “But in the best way possible.”
Y/N laughed. “I can’t believe you made us sit through that.”
Wade grinned. “Come on, Howard The Duck is so charismatic.”
She shook her head, chuckling. “I think you’re looking for the word horrific.”
Logan snorted quietly from his corner of the couch. “Horrific’s putting it kindly.”
Wade placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “You wound me, Logan. I bet Howard would have saved Y/N at that bar just as brilliantly as you did.”
Logan shot him a warning glance, but Y/N tilted her head in curiosity. “Oh, are we still on this?”
“Of course we are,” Wade replied, his grin widening. “It’s not every day you see ol’ broody over there pull out his knight-in-shining-armor act. So, tell us, Y/N, what’s your type? Is it the strong, silent, gloomy hero, or are you more into, you know, devilishly handsome comedians?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, caught off guard but amused. “I don’t know, Wade. But I’m curious, why do you care so much about my type?”
Wade leaned back smugly, turning towards Logan. “Oh, I’m just conducting important research, obviously.”
Logan sighed, cutting in with a warning tone. “Don’t bother her with your stupid questions.”
Wade smirked, unbothered by Logan’s irritation. “Those are not stupid questions, Peanut. Stop deflecting.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but suddenly, his lips quirked in a triumphant smirk, “Speaking of deflection, Bub… How’s Vanessa these days?”
Wade’s face immediately fell. “Low blow, man.”
Y/N blinked, intrigued. “Who’s Vanessa?”
Wade shot Logan a glare before turning back to her. “She’s, uh, someone from my past. Haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Didn’t you say you saw her a few months ago?” Logan interjected, the smirk still on his face.
Y/N’s curiosity deepened. “Did you? What did she want?”
Wade shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing the conversation hadn’t taken this turn. “Yeah, she wanted to catch up. Said something about grabbing coffee or whatever. I haven’t gotten around to it.”
“Well,” Y/N said gently, “do you want to?”
Wade hesitated, glancing at Logan, who still looked annoyingly smug. “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s complicated.”
Y/N nodded, sensing his discomfort but wanting to encourage him. “I think it’s worth figuring out, for your own sake.”
Wade’s jaw tightened briefly before he sighed, looking back at Logan. “You’re the worst.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome.”
The tension between them was thick, but Y/N didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she turned the tables unexpectedly. “What about you, Logan? Anyone stealing your heart at the moment?”
Logan froze, caught entirely off guard. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at her, but before he could answer, Wade’s face lit up with renewed mischief.
“Right, Logan?” Wade said, leaning forward with a mock-innocent grin. “What’s going on in your love life these days?”
Logan scowled. “I’m single.”
Y/N laughed softly. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me nobody’s caught your eye. Not even a little crush?”
Logan groaned internally, feeling like the conversation would never end. “Crushes don’t matter,” he muttered.
“Bullshit,” Wade said immediately, and before he could say another word, Logan hurled a pillow at him with enough force to knock him halfway off the couch.
“What the hell!” Wade shouted, grabbing another pillow and reciprocating the hit.
“You started it,” Logan replied, ducking under Wade’s first throw but catching the second pillow square in the chest.
Y/N, watching the chaos unfold, tried to stifle her laughter. “You two are unbelievable,” she said, shaking her head. But the amusement in her voice only spurred them on.
“Oh, don’t act like you’re above this,” Wade said, turning to grab another pillow. He paused, his mischievous grin widening. “You’re part of this household, Y/N. Which means…”
Before she could react, Wade lobbed a pillow in her direction. It wasn’t hard, more playful than anything, but it still caught her by surprise.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” she said, her competitive streak kicking in. Y/N grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at Wade, who yelped dramatically as if she’d hit him with a boulder.
Logan couldn’t help but laugh at Wade’s over-the-top reaction, which made Wade glare at him. “Don’t think you’re safe just because she’s on your side,” Wade said, spinning around and throwing another pillow straight at Logan’s head.
Logan blocked it with ease and retaliated with force, sending Wade stumbling back into the couch. Y/N, caught in the crossfire, managed to dodge one of Logan’s throws, but it made her giggle uncontrollably.
“You’re laughing now, but you’re not innocent in this,” Logan said, a smirk spreading across his face. He grabbed a pillow and aimed it at her.
“Oh, no, no, no!” Y/N said, trying to back away. “I’m Switzerland!”
“Not anymore,” Logan replied, tossing the pillow gently but deliberately at her shoulder.
Y/N gasped dramatically, scooping up two pillows as if arming herself for battle. “All right, you asked for it!” she declared, charging at Logan.
The living room descended into pure chaos. Wade took the opportunity to ambush Logan while he was distracted by Y/N’s attack, and soon the trio was locked in a ridiculous, full-blown pillow war. Wade and Logan went all out on each other, their hits landing with audible thuds that echoed through the apartment. But when their attention turned to Y/N, their swings became softer, almost careful, which only made her more determined to fight back.
“You’re holding back!” Y/N accused, swinging wildly at both of them. “Take this seriously!”
“Oh, you want serious?” Wade said. “Fine, Switzerland. Prepare for battle!”
Wade launched himself over the couch with a battle cry, landing in front of Y/N and sending a flurry of pillows her way. How did they even have all these pillows in the first place?
She shrieked, laughing so hard her sides hurt, and swung back with all the force she could muster. Logan watched for a moment, his lips twitching in amusement, before he decided to even the odds.
The fight raged on for several chaotic minutes, the trio swinging pillows and dodging hits like their lives depended on it. Wade was relentless, shouting over-the-top battle cries, but Y/N and Logan’s focus turned toward each other in a subtle shift of dynamics.
“Is that all you’ve got, Teach?” Logan taunted, blocking one of Y/N’s swings effortlessly with his forearm.
“Oh, don’t tempt me,” Y/N shot back, her grin widening as she grabbed another pillow and feigned an attack from the left before switching to the right.
Logan chuckled let her land a soft hit to his chest. “You think you’re clever, huh?”
“I know I’m clever,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful defiance. She swung again, but Logan sidestepped and used the opportunity to trap her arm with one hand while snatching the pillow from her with the other.
“That’s cheating!” Y/N gasped, trying to tug free.
“Don’t start a fight you can’t win,” Logan said, a smirk tugging at his lips again.
“Let her go, you brute!” Wade yelled dramatically from the other side of the couch, lobbing a pillow at Logan’s back. The hit landed, and Logan groaned in annoyance before releasing Y/N and spinning around to retaliate against Wade for the millionth time in this war.
Taking her chance, Y/N grabbed another pillow and smacked Logan square on the shoulder. “That’s what you get!” she exclaimed triumphantly.
Logan turned to her, feigning a glare. “You’re lucky I’m being nice.”
“Nice?” she scoffed. “You’re losing, and you know it.”
“Oh, is that right?” Logan lunged toward her with a pillow, and Y/N yelped, diving behind the couch. She grabbed the first thing she could— a fluffy cushion —and chucked it over the couch at him.
“Is that supposed to hurt?” he teased, catching it midair.
“You’re impossible!”
“I’ve been told worse,” Logan replied, throwing the cushion back at her.
Wade, meanwhile, had taken full advantage of their back-and-forth to gather an arsenal of pillows. “This is it! The final battle!” he yelled, throwing pillows at both of them in rapid succession.
It didn’t take long before the three of them collapsed in a breathless heap, laughter echoing through the living room. Y/N leaned back against the couch, trying to catch her breath as she brushed her hair out of her face.
“That was exhausting,” she said between laughs.
“Exhaustingly fun,” Wade corrected, sprawled on the floor and grinning up at the ceiling.
Logan leaned against the armrest, arms crossed, watching the scene in front of him. Then his gaze fell on her. The usual sharpness in his expression had softened, replaced by something gentler— more vulnerable. His lips twitched into the faintest of smiles, but it wasn’t just that.
He was looking at her.
Not in the casual way he usually did when they were talking, but in a way that felt like he was studying her, taking her in. The glow in her cheeks, the way her laugh lingered like a melody. She wasn’t even aware of it, her focus already shifting to Wade’s nonsensical commentary.
Wade, somehow oblivious to the shift, waved a hand dramatically. “So, Y/N, admit it: Howard the Duck wasn’t that bad. He’s a cultural icon.”
“You’re delusional,” she said with a laugh, shaking her head.
Logan’s smile faded slightly as his gaze dropped to the floor. I’m so screwed.
That thought hit him harder than any pillow Wade could throw.
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Think I Only Want You Under My Mistletoe [Logan/Reader]
Summary: In which you need a fake date to your parent's Christmas party, Logan volunteers, and you realize that maybe your unrequited crush isn't so unrequited after all. May include: Fake Dating, Real Feelings, Meddlesome Friends, Terrible Parents, and Mistletoe. Word Count: 5.5k Author's Notes: Part of my In Another Life, Perhaps 'verse. In which they're stuck in a Hallmark Movie Universe??? Either way, Merry Christmas, y'all! 🎄
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"Ugh," you groaned, letting your face fall into your hands. You figured it was better than hitting your head against the table in the hopes that your situation would suddenly change.
"What's wrong?" Ororo asked, studying you across the break room table.
“My whole life,” you grumbled, knowing you were being childish, but glad that none of your students were around to see it.
You had managed to get a brief moment of respite from the teenagers roaming the halls of the X-Mansion by retreating to the makeshift teacher's lounge located in a room tucked away near the kitchen. All of you had worked to make it your own space.
Hank had lugged in a refrigerator and at some point a microwave had shown up on someone's repurposed nightstand. Charles had offered to pay for whatever the staff might have wanted, but all of you seemed to want to fill the room with personal touches and effects. So, someone had dragged in an old table that must have been stored in the attic and other people stole desk chairs from unoccupied rooms. Over time, a coffeemaker had been added along with a small cabinet full of snacks. There were also photos along the wall, candid and professional shots of the staff.
Your favorite was a group shot where most of you were making a goofy face. Your eyes were always drawn to Remy doing bunny ears behind Logan’s head and Logan in the middle of snarling at Remy to cut it out, but there was just the tiniest bit of a grin peeking at the edges of Logan’s mouth.
He swore he hated you all, but you knew better. He was part of the family and there was a reason he had stuck around despite his own protests.
The lounge was one of your favorite places to be and it was even better when you were joined by your fellow teachers and friends. It was a bonus perk knowing that none of the kids were allowed. You loved teaching and you loved all the bright, young students taking up residence in the mansion, but it was nice to get a break from time to time.
Especially when you needed a safe place to vent your frustrations about every wrong turn your life seemed to take.
“No, really, what’s wrong?” Ororo asked again.
"My parents," you sighed, sliding the invitation you received earlier that morning across the table so she could read it.
"What's the big deal, sugar?" Rogue wondered, leaning over Ororo’s shoulder so she could read the paper as well. "Sounds like a good time."
"Every year, it's always the same," you explained, reaching out to grab the invitation when Ororo handed it back. "My parents invite me to their Christmas party and I go because I love them, but I end up having a miserable time."
"If it's so miserable, why bother going?" Logan asked from where he was leaning up against the table that held the coffeemaker and microwave. He was sipping a beer and looked relaxed in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You had a fleeting thought that Logan looked really good and you hoped Charles or Jean hadn't managed to catch that.
Charles had only grown more meddlesome in his old age and you certainly didn’t need him trying to set you up with Logan. And Logan had been infatuated with Jean for as long as you had known him. You really didn’t cherish the idea of her knowing she had something you desperately wanted.
"It's complicated," you tried, but rolled your eyes when Logan simply arched a brow at you, unimpressed with your attempt at deflection. "My parents aren't so fond of mutants," you finally conceded, unsurprised at Logan's snort and shake of his head.
"I might be missing something here, but you're a mutant, aren't you?" Remy asked as he dropped down into the chair at Rogue's side. He let his arm stretch across the back of her chair and you noticed the way she leaned into him, careful not to let her skin brush against him.
You hadn't noticed Remy enter the room, since you had been so focused on Logan. You shrugged your shoulders, staring morosely at the rest of your sandwich. "Yeah," you sighed, meeting Remy's gaze. "They love me. They do," you insisted at Remy's incredulous look. "But they want me to be normal. I only see them a couple times a year, since I'm usually here with the X-Men, and every year at Christmas, without fail, I show up without a date like an idiot. And then my parents try to set me up with some normal human guy as if that will make me somehow more acceptable to them."
"That sure sounds a lot like conditional love, sugar," Rogue mused, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Why don't you just skip out on the party this year? Save yourself the hassle?"
"Because as much as they've royally fucked me up with all their anti-mutant bullshit, I still love them. I can't help it. So, if I have to suffer through another year of trying to ward off some random jackass' advances while my parents stand there smiling as if they can't see how uncomfortable I am? Then I'll deal with the torture if I can make them happy for a few minutes."
Silence invaded the room and you suddenly got the sense that every person in the room was staring at you. You didn't realize until you said it out loud just how fucked up your situation with your parents really was, but you were so deep into it that you didn't know if you'd ever be able to claw your way free.
"Well," Ororo started, leaning forward across the table and placing a hand on your arm, as if trying to offer you comfort. "If you want them to stop meddling, then show up with a date. Break the cycle."
"But that's the problem," you protested, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not dating anyone, so I don't have a date."
"Well, it's not like it's got to be a real one, darling. Why I'm sure Remy would love to go with you. Your parents will sure get a kick out of him," Rogue offered, reaching out to settle a gloved hand on Remy's shoulder.
Remy offered you a smirk before holding out his hand with his palm turned up. You furrowed your brow as you rested your hand in his and laughed when he pulled your hand close and kissed it.
"It would be my pleasure," he vowed with a wink.
You glanced from Remy to Rogue and then back again, realizing they were completely serious. You knew your parents would flip when they met Remy. He was charming, but chaotic, and sure to piss your parents off. If his red, glowing eyes didn't give away that he was a mutant, then you were sure it would only be a matter of time before he blew something up.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad showing up with a date. Remy was your friend and you knew that he would do whatever it took to make sure you weren't cornered by some asshole who had been misled by your parents into thinking you were on the market. You felt safe with Remy and maybe for once you might actually enjoy one of your parent's Christmas parties.
"Alright," you decided, nodding your head as you drew you hand back. "Yeah, that sounds like--"
"I'll do it," Logan interrupted, startling you.
You had completely forgotten he was practically standing right behind you. You turned in your chair to look at him. You were surprised to see him studying you, expression intent.
"What?" You blurted, sure that you had misheard Logan.
"I'll be your date," Logan offered before casually raising his beer and taking a sip, as if he hadn't sent your heart into a frenzy.
"You don't have to," you assured him, not sure how you would be able to handle Logan as a date to your parent's Christmas party. It wasn't that you didn't want to go with Logan, because you absolutely did. The problem was that you had had a pathetic crush on him the moment you first laid eyes on him, but Logan was notoriously head over heels for Jean.
Even though she was married to Scott, you had heard time and again from practically every person on the X-Men that Logan had been in love with her from the first moment he met her. So, you wouldn't be able to handle a fake date with Logan, because you would spend the whole time desperately wishing that it was real.
"I want to," Logan insisted, finally standing up out of his slouch against the table that had been converted into a coffee bar. He rolled his shoulders, like he was preparing for a fight, and you wondered why he was being so adamant about being your date.
"That's sweet of you, Logan, but Remy already offered, and--," you tried before you were cut off by Logan again.
"I'll do it," Logan stressed, a hint of a growl in his voice as he stared down Remy like he was challenging him to something.
You glanced from Logan to Remy to Logan again.
"What the hell is going on," you muttered, shooting a bewildered look at Ororo and Rogue to see if they were as confused as you were.
Rogue looked amused and Ororo was watching Logan with an arched brow. But neither one seemed to be questioning the events that were playing out before them.
After what seemed like hours of intense eye contact between the two, Remy finally held up his hands in surrender. He shot you a wink, ignoring Logan's grunt of protest.
"I'm sure our Logan will do a fine job playing your paramour," Remy added, reaching out to run his fingers along your arm. "But if it doesn't work out, you know where to find me."
Logan grumbled something under his breath before he strode over. He snatched the invitation off the table, succeeding in separating you and Remy, before he skimmed over the page.
"How long will it take to get there?" Logan asked, glancing down at you.
"It's about a three-hour drive from here," you told him, trying not to focus too much on the fact that Logan was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. The fabric of his sweatpants was dangerously close to brushing against your arm and you had to force yourself to stay absolutely still, because you weren't even sure what you would do if you allowed yourself to move.
"Be ready to leave by four tomorrow, then," Logan ordered before he placed his empty bottle of beer on the table between you and Remy and left the room.
You stared at the door for a moment before finally turning your gaze on the three people patiently waiting for you to break free of your stupor.
"What the hell just happened?" You wondered, still trying to catch up.
"What happened," Remy started, leaning back in his seat and placing his arm along the back of Rogue's chair again, "my beautiful, clueless friend, is that Ororo here owes me twenty dollars."
"What," you muttered, watching helplessly as Ororo handed Remy the money she evidently owed him.
"It was only a matter of time," Remy continued, tucking the money away in his pocket. "Logan's wanted you for years."
You scoffed, ready to deny it, but shut up at Ororo's eye roll.
"I thought he would never make a move, but Remy had far more faith in Logan than I did."
"A move? What move? There wasn't a move," you insisted.
"Swooping in and stealing you away from a fake date with my Remy? That was a move," Rogue assured you, grinning at you. "It was only a matter of time. Everyone knows about Logan's feelings except for you."
"There are no feelings, because he's been pining for Jean for years," you reminded them. You stood up, grabbing the invitation off the table, and fixed them all with a determined look. "You're all wrong, you know that? Nothing's going to happen between Logan and me," you told them before leaving the room.
You clutched the paper in your hands and tried to ignore the fact that you really, really wanted something to happen between you and Logan.
The next afternoon, you were nearly done getting dressed when someone knocked on your door. You glanced at the clock, realizing it was nearly four, and rushed to pull on your jacket as you walked to the door.
You opened the door and stood, stunned, at the sight of Logan dressed in a dark t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. This was as close to dressed up as Logan got and you didn't get why he was going to all the effort just for you or your mutant-hating parents.
"Did you shave?" You blurted, noting that his usual scruff was a little more contained than usual.
Logan shrugged his shoulders, stepping to the side and gesturing for you to lead the way. You narrowed your eyes at him as you passed him, making for the front door of the mansion. Logan reached out and stopped you with a hand on your elbow, steering you towards the garage instead.
"Are we taking your bike?" Temperatures were quickly dropping outside and you didn't exactly want to freeze your ass off even if you would be pressed up against Logan.
"Nope," Logan answered, not bothering to clarify until he was standing right beside Scott's car.
"Are we stealing Summers' car?"
Logan held up the keys, flashing you a quick grin. "Asked for permission this time," he informed you before rounding the car and pulling open the passenger side door. He stood there, watching you expectantly, before you finally forced yourself to move.
"Thanks," you told him, gifting him with a smile, before settling into the passenger seat.
Logan gently closed the door for you before moving towards the driver's side. It wasn't long before he was pulling the car out of the garage as you put your parent's address into the navigation system. Christmas music faintly played, filling the silence between you, and you kept shooting nervous looks over at Logan. His shoulders were tense and his hands periodically clenched the steering wheel tight. You couldn’t tell if he was regretting his decision or feeling just as anxious as you were.
The silence began to feel excruciatingly awkward, but you didn't know how to fill it. You spent so long staring resolutely out the window that you didn't even notice when you began to drift off, your head lolling back against the headrest as your eyes closed.
"Y/N," Logan called, his hand on your shoulder cautiously shaking you awake.
"What?" You grumbled, reluctantly opening your eyes and squinting over at him.
Logan looked enraptured, a soft smile on his face as he studied you.
"We're here," he told you, prompting you to look out the windshield to the sight of your parent's home. Logan had parked the car in the long, winding driveway. There were already several cars parked along the side of it, which only made the driveway seem longer. "So, your family's loaded, huh?"
"Yeah," you groaned with a grimace. "Why do you think they keep trying to marry me off to all their rich friend's sons? They want their legacy to continue or whatever bullshit goes on in their heads."
"Damn," Logan sighed, shaking his head. "Good thing you won't have to worry about that this year, huh?"
You nodded your head, finally making yourself look at Logan again. You reached out, tentative, and placed your hand on his arm. "Logan?"
"Yeah?" He asked, staring down at your hand before turning slightly in his seat to face you.
"Thanks," you said, pulling your hand away when you realized you had been touching him for way too long to be normal. "For doing this," you clarified, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed at his attention. "You really didn't have to, you know."
Logan stared at you for one drawn-out intense moment and you fought the urge to look away. You inanely felt like you were in a predator's sights, which was stupid because Logan would never hurt you, but you still felt like you were being hunted.
"Yeah, I did," he finally responded, his gaze lingering on you before he glanced away.
Before you could question him, Logan got out of the car. You stared at the closed driver's side door for a moment before you took a deep breath and opened the passenger door. Logan met you just as you were getting out and he closed the car door for you.
He held out his arm and you linked yours with his as you headed up towards the house. You had to stop yourself from swaying into Logan's side. There was a feeling rising within you that you weren't sure how to contain. It was anticipation and longing and fear, because if you fucked this up, then what would you do? It would be awkward living and working in the same place as Logan and you hated the idea of avoiding him all to save yourself some dignity.
Before you were ready, you were standing on your parent's doorstep, hesitant to announce your arrival.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, nudging you in the side with his elbow.
"We can leave," you blurted, avoiding his gaze. "We can leave and just skip this year and they never have to know I was here."
Logan sighed before unhooking his arm from yours and wrapping it around your shoulders. "I've got you," he promised. "Now ring the damn doorbell."
"That was almost sweet," you muttered, grinning at Logan's snort of amusement.
You reluctantly reached out to ring the doorbell, wincing at the chime you had heard throughout all your childhood. It meant you were home and not where you really belonged at the X-Mansion. You were still debating the merits of just making a run for it when the door opened and you were met with the sight of your mother.
She looked genuinely happy to see you, which was really one of the only things that was keeping you rooted to the spot. But then she realized you weren't alone and she turned her attention towards Logan. The warmth in her smile faded into something more polite and suited for company.
"Oh, you brought a friend," your mom observed, the corners of her mouth turning down in disapproval.
"I brought a date," you corrected her, trying not to startle when Logan dropped his hold on your shoulders and instead grabbed your hand. Feeling Logan lace his fingers through yours felt like the greatest thing ever and you hated that he was only doing it for show.
"And who is this?" Your mom asked, already dismissive of Logan despite knowing nothing about him.
She knew one thing, you thought, doing your best not to scowl at your mom. She hadn't picked Logan for you, so of course he wasn't good enough.
"Logan, ma'am," he introduced with a nod of his head.
"And how do you know my daughter, Logan?" Your mom interrogated, staring him down as if she could make him disappear if she concentrated hard enough.
It was then you realized your mom was refusing to move until she got her answers. Your mom hated being perceived as rude and you knew she must really not want Logan there if she wasn't even going to pretend to welcome him.
"Y/N and I work together and--" Logan cut himself off and shot you a wary look. You shook your head, letting him know not to tack on that you practically lived together as well. "We work together," he settled on with a small shrug of his shoulders.
"Are you one of those?" Your mom asked, gesturing briefly towards you.
You felt Logan tense up at your side and knew that trouble was fast approaching. Logan smiled at your mom, practically baring his teeth, and cocked his head to the side. "A mutant?" He supplied, practically not blinking as he met your mom's unimpressed stare with one of his own. "You could say that, sure," he added with a dangerous smirk that sent warning bells ringing in your head.
You tightened your hold on Logan's hand, lending him your own brand of moral support while also hoping to shut him up. "Mom, it's cold out here," you hinted, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Maybe you should invite us in.”
"Right," she muttered before stepping aside. "Why don't you and your...date," she practically sneered, "come in?"
"Thanks," Logan told your mom, offering her a wide, unsettling smile. "Your hospitality is appreciated."
You had never really seen Logan like this before. Maybe once or twice when he was in the same room as Scott and Jean and he wanted to get under Scott's skin. But this was somehow different and terrifying and just a bit thrilling.
Logan was doing his damnedest to stand up for you while also pretending to respect your mom. You could tell your mom was disappointed in you, but you didn't even care. You found yourself wishing that bringing Logan as your date was real, but you would take what you could get. You would just have to enjoy Logan's attention for as long as you had it.
Logan urged you forward with a hand on the small of your back and then helped you shrug out of your coat. “You weren’t kidding,” he muttered under his breath, sounding irritated. “You’ve put up with this shit your whole life?”
“Yeah,” you answered, knowing it was starting to look really pathetic on your part.
Your mom had retreated into the living room. You could see her talking to your dad and she pointed towards you and Logan. Your dad scowled before schooling his expression into something more neutral.
"Shit," you hissed, before grabbing Logan's arm. "Let's go somewhere else," you suggested.
"I go where you go," Logan promised, letting you lead him towards the dining room where you knew you would find a buffet-style spread of food.
At the very least, this was something your parents always got right. Logan looked exhilarated as he piled a plate with all kinds of food, ranging from strips of steak to scalloped potatoes to slices of honey glazed ham.
“Now this is a spread,” he approved, taking a bite of stuffed mushroom.
“Eat up,” you told him, grinning at him. “You’ve earned it.”
After eating and then drifting from room to room in a bid to avoid your parents, you realized that Logan was intent on keeping his word. He stayed right there at your side, letting you introduce him to your parent's friends and their kids with a smile on his face and a hand on the small of your back.
You were beginning to feel flustered having Logan in your space, so you retreated to the one place you knew you could drop the facade for just a little bit and gain a tiny bit of your sanity back.
You ended up hanging out with the children that had been left in a room near the back of the house. You had always hated being a kid at your parent's parties, because it meant you were stuck in a room with other kids and basically ignored for the rest of the night. But now, as an adult, it was the only true refuge to be found at your parent’s house during a party.
You ended up entertaining them with your powers. You helped some float using your forcefields and you turned invisible and let them try to find you. All the while, Logan stood at the entryway of the room, watching you with a fond little smile that set off a fluttering in the pit of your stomach.
After half an hour of Logan's undivided attention, you decided to give yourself a break. You planned on staying with the kids, so you doubted your parents would even find you. The plan was foolproof and would give you the time to calm your racing heart.
"Hey, would you mind getting me a drink?" You asked Logan, glancing up at him from where you were crouched on the floor and letting Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter draw what you thought might be a unicorn on your arm.
Logan nodded his head, pushing off the doorframe he had been leaning against. He looked so fond and you couldn’t take it anymore.
"Any preferences?"
"Surprise me," you told him with a grin, feeling just the slightest bit bold and playful.
“You got it.” Logan winked before leaving the room, doing nothing to help you feel any more in control of the situation.
"Are you and Mr. Logan getting married?" Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter asked you, adding what you assumed was blood beneath the unicorn's hooves. Either that, or she had run out of green for grass and was making do with what she had on hand.
"Mr. Logan doesn't like me like that," you told her, obediently turning your arm over when she tapped it and shook a blue marker at you.
"Yes, he does," she answered, as if it was that simple. She started shading in a sky and you hoped it would be easy to wash off later.
"Well, isn't that adorable," someone drawled from the doorway.
"Fuck," you breathed, instantly recognizing the voice.
"That's an uh-oh word," Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter reprimanded you.
"Sorry," you told her, patting her on the shoulder before standing up. You reluctantly turned to see your ex standing there. "What're you doing here?"
"Your parents invited me," Timothy told you, studying you. "God, you look great."
"Shit," you groaned, realizing that Timothy had been the person they were going to try to set you up with this year.
"That's another uh-oh word," Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter informed you with a disapproving frown.
"Right," you agreed before walking towards Timothy. "Maybe in front of the children isn't the best place for this conversation."
You brushed past Timothy, hating that you were in the same room as him, much less signing yourself up for a confrontation. You had been convinced for three years that Timothy was the one until he told you that he would rather adopt children than risk you passing on any of your 'mutant genes' to them. It had crushed you, realizing that Timothy didn't fully love you at all, and you had packed up all your things and joined the X-Men.
If anything, it should have made your parents hate Timothy for driving you away. Instead, they seemed to think he was the one who got away for you and you would never do any better.
You stopped in the entryway of an empty guest room and turned to face him.
"Look, I don't know what my parents told you, but I'm here with a date. I'm taken, alright? I don't want to get back together."
"Oh, come on," Timothy said, moving forward until he was in your space. "There's no date. You don’t have to lie to me to make me want you more. I want you. I always have. And now we're here and there's a really good reason why I should kiss you right now," he continued with a quick glance up.
You tried not to wince as you also took a chance and looked up at the frame of the doorway. "Mistletoe," you observed, hating that you had the worst luck. "It wasn't on purpose."
"I already told you that you don't have to lie to me," Timothy claimed before bringing a hand up and cupping your cheek. "I'm all yours, babe. Just say the word."
"Leave," Logan growled, approaching the pair of you from down the hallway. He had two wine glasses in his hands which he quickly set down on a table displaying family photos.
"Who the fuck are you?" Timothy asked, barely even budging from his spot in front of you.
"My date," you helpfully informed him just as Logan unsheathed his claws.
"What the--" Timothy started just as you pushed him away with a forcefield. He went stumbling back, shooting you a look of betrayal. "You swore you'd never use that against me."
"When we dated, sure," you reminded him. "But we're not together anymore. And we never will be again," you stressed, hoping he would get the message.
When Logan kept coming towards the two of you, not bothering to put away his claws, Timothy's eyes widened.
"Move it, bub," Logan snarled, looking like he was moments away from sinking his claws into Timothy.
"Okay, okay, I get it, whatever. Tell your boyfriend I'm sorry," he rambled, practically scrambling to get away from you and Logan.
You watched him scurry away, a grin tugging at your lips. "That was great," you exclaimed, turning back towards Logan. You nearly jumped when you realized that Logan was now standing right in front of you.
He packed the claws away and reached up to frame your face in his hands.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, your heart suddenly pounding so hard you were sure Logan would be able to hear it going crazy.
"There's mistletoe," Logan reminded you, his voice soft and intimate.
"We don't have to," you assured him. "I mean, it's just a dumb tradition, right? It's--"
"What I want," Logan finished for you, expression intent and serious. His thumb gently swept along your jaw and you didn't even have time to process the fact that Logan wanted to kiss you before his lips were pressed against yours.
Your brain went haywire trying to figure out what to do. You brought your hands up, unsure where they should land, before you settled them on Logan's shoulders. You were worried you would fuck the moment up by not responding, so you poured all your feelings into the kiss. You had wanted Logan for so long and if this was the only kiss you got from him, then you wanted it to be something you remembered for years to come.
Logan's touch remained gentle, but his kiss was searching and all-consuming. You nipped lightly at his lips, testing for a reaction, and shivered when Logan moaned and reeled you in closer.
By the time you pulled away, you felt like Logan had thoroughly claimed you. You nearly couldn't catch your breath, torn between giddy anticipation and fear that this was all about to come crashing down around you.
You met Logan's eyes, unsure of what you would find there. You froze for a moment, sure that you were wrong, but you let yourself take the time to really look at him. You couldn’t afford to mess this up. There was way too much at stake.
Logan was watching you like you were the only thing in the whole world. He was looking at you with affection and want and something that looked a lot like love to you. It was exactly what Remy, Rogue, and Ororo had claimed Logan had been doing all along.
"I've really got to thank Remy," you muttered, realizing that he had been right that Logan had been making a move by agreeing to be your fake date. Except, Logan did have real feelings for you, but you were the only one who hadn't been able to see it.
"What?" Logan growled, his grip briefly tightening on you. "You're really thinking about Remy right now? After what just happened, he’s what’s on your mind?"
You shook your head, smiling at Logan. Logan had absolutely no reason to be jealous, because even if he might not be aware of it, there was no one who could ever compete with him. No one else had ever made you feel the way Logan made you feel. You felt like there was a warmth taking root in your chest and it was lighting you up inside. It was all Logan. His touch, his kiss, and his affection had you feeling invincible.
As long as you had him, you truly could do anything. Including deal with your parents and their intolerance and shitty choice of suitors for you.
Logan had volunteered to be your date and had spent a whole evening putting up with your parents and their snooty, prejudiced friends all for you. Logan had run off your ex and then kissed you like he wanted nothing more than to keep doing that for the rest of his life. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him and you felt like you were on top of the world.
You didn't care that this had started out as fake, because now it was real and there was really only one thing you wanted to do now that you knew you had Logan.
"You've got nothing to worry about. You're all I want," you assured him before reeling him back in for another kiss underneath the mistletoe.
It wasn’t exactly the Christmas you had expected to have, but it was turning out to be the only one worth celebrating.
Logan was truly the best gift you had ever received.
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Healing Touch | Chapter 4: Trauma
Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader
Story summary: You’re a new member of the X-Men. Your mutation allows you to heal other people: you can close any wound, and cure any sickness. You’re not a fighter at all, but you’re useful at the battle field when it comes to saving injured mutants.
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It’s been three days since the incident and you’ve hardly left your room. No one in the mansion blamed you. You were still shaken up, so they took turns to bring you water and food. Ororo, Jean and Rogue would stayed to keep you company for a little bit every once in a while, just to make sure you were fine.
You were alive, that much was true, but you wouldn’t say you were fine.
Despite being an X-Men you never experienced much violence. You were a lover, not a fighter. So when you suddenly got stabbed -by your friend, no less- you were shocked. The memory haunted you: the way your blood ran down Logan’s arms and pulled in the couch, the searing pain of his claws, the choking sensation as your own blood filled your throat… That kind of trauma would change anyone. As much as it pained you to admit it, for a fleeting moment you had been afraid of him.
And Logan…
The pure horror in his eyes when he snapped open and saw you bleeding. You could still hear his anguished cry¡ies out for help as he held your limp body on the couch. You were the one wounded yet you wanted to comfort him, to reassure him you were fine and not mad at him.
But he had run.
You didn’t know how to feel about him running away. Was he scared? Wracked with guilt? Did he think you’d died?... The questions broke your heart. You wanted to see him, to talk to him, but at the same time you weren’t sure if you should be afraid of him or not. He never meant to hurt you, you knew that, but he did and you hoped someday you’d be able to move past it.That is, if you ever saw him again. He was nowhere to be found.
Curled up on your bed, your face buried in a tear-stained pillow, you could only think about him. Was he safe? He’d left with nothing, not even a bag. The uncertainty made you cry harder.
Not knowing made you cry more.
There was a soft knock on your door and then Jean stepped in.
“Hey hun.” She said sitting down on your bed next to you.
“Any news?” Your voice just above a whisper.
Jean smiled kindly and nodded.
“We got a location. Scott and some others are heading out.” She replied. Charles had been working extra hard with Cerebro to locate Logan.
“What if he doesn’t want to come back?” You asked and sniffled.
“I’m sure he will, once he knows you’re okay and miss him.” She reassured you. “They’ll find a way to bring him back, I’m sure of it.”
“You should go with them.” You said. “If there’s anyone that he would do anything for, it’s you.” You added. It was no secret that Logan would follow Jean to the end of the world if she asked.
A flicker of something crossed Jean’s eyes, and she quickly looked away.
“It’s not like that.” the redhead said.
“He loves you.” You sobbed. “You know it, I know it, even your fiancé knows it.”
Jean gave you a pitiful look and sighed, she knew how you felt about him. She didn’t need to read your mind to know you were head over heels for him. It was easy to open up to Jean, even if she was the cause of your jealousy and envy. Even if you wanted to hate her, you couldn’t.
“He’s never gonna love me back, but I don’t care about that now… I just want to fix things. Do you think I’m stupid for loving him after what he did?” You asked shyly. It was a question that had been plaguing you lately.
Jean took a moment to think and then shook her head.
“Love makes us all do stupid things, but the act itself of loving someone is never stupid.” Jean said while rubbing your arm soothingly, like a mother comforting a frightened child.
“I feel like I should be scared of him.” You confessed. “But I’m more terrified of the idea of never seeing him again.”
“Logan’s life is filled with violence, but I can assure you he never meant to hurt you. And he’d hate for you to be afraid of him.” She reassured you.
“Please bring him home.” You pleaded.
“We will. And I promise we won’t come back without him.”
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“I’m cutting you off.” The bartender said as he pushed Logan’s glass away.
“The hell you are!” Logan said, baring his teeth.
“You had enough. It’s time to go.”
Logan let out a low snarl and dropped some money on the bartop. Usually he would put up a fight, but tonight he was exhausted. The last few days were nothing but hopping from one bar to the other to get fucked up until they either closed or kicked him out. The rest of his time he spent it in a small motel room. He didn’t get much sleep though, everytime he closed his eyes he had nightmares of you dying in his arms. Not only he remembered that moment over and over again, but each time it got worse, more violent, more desperate.
He stumbled out of the bar and made his way to his motel room, his mind clouded by guilt and alcohol. As he pulled out the key and fumbled with the keys, he realized he had to get his shit together. He would run out of money soon, his healing factor burned through liquor faster than his wallet could keep up. Logan mulled over his options. Maybe he could go back to cage fighting? or go back to Canada?...
Just as he stepped into the room, everything went black.
The next thing he knew he was inside a moving vehicle. He groaned, the back of his head hurting a lot.
“The fuck…?”
“I think he’s waking up.” A voice said. It took him a moment, but Logan recognized that voice.
“Rogue?” Logan sat up and looked around the large car, his vision clearing after a moment. He was in a car with Rogue and Colossus, Scott and Jean in the front seats. And of all things, they were riding in a ridiculously looking Honda Odyssey.
“How are you feeling? We were worried Colossus hittoo hard on you.” Rogue said.
“What the fuck happened?” Logan asked, confused. “Did you punch me?” He asked, this time specifically to Colossus. The other mutant had the decency of looking ashamed.
“We didn’t think you’d come willingly.” He explained.
“What the fuck is going on? Where are you taking me?” Logan pressed.
“Back to the mansion.” Jean replied.
“No, you’re fucking not.” Logan protested.
“Colossus, can you punch him again?” Scott asked.
“Hasn’t it occurred to you that I don’t want to go back to the mansion?”
“Logan, this is ridiculous.” Rogue said. “The mansion is your home, you belong there.” Logan looked away. The mansion was the first place he could remember feeling like home. After a moment he managed to clear his head and gather enough courage to talk again.
“I can’t go back… What about Angel? Is she… Is she okay?”
Rogue smiled softly and nodded her head.
“She’s fine. She healed right away, actually. Barely left a mark.”
The relief Logan felt in that moment was like taking a deep breath after minutes under water.
“She wants to see you.” Jean said, catching Logan’s attention. “She’s been miserable since you left.”
“Isn’t she afraid of me?” Logan asked almost shyly. “She should be.”
“No. She’s afraid of losing her friend, though.” Jean replied.
Guilt filled Logan once again.
“I never meant to hurt her.” He grumbled.
“We know, and she knows it too.” Rogue reassured him.
“But you did hurt her, so now you have to apologize and fix it.” Scott said. Jean rolled her eyes and turned to look at Logan over her seat.
“Listen, you belong with us, with the X-Men. You made a mistake and someone got hurt, but that doesn’t mean you have to leave. This is still your home. And Angel is still your friend. She made me promise we would find you and bring you back.”
“She did?” Logan asked incredulously and Jean nodded.
“Mhmm, like I said, she’s really sad, and she misses you. She hasn’t left her room since you left.”
Logan didn’t know what to say. The thought of you being sad because of his absence made something stir in his chest.
Once they arrived at their destination and got out of the car, Logan looked at the mansion with hesitation. He didn’t think he would be back here, let alone to face you.
“Just an advice…” Scott said as he walked past him. “Take a shower and put on some clean clothes, you look and smell like crap.”
Logan growled.
“Thank you, Summers.” He said sarcastically.
Despite his annoyment, Logan did follow Scott’s advice and got himself presentable. He never took so long to get ready before but that’s because he was stalling. He didn’t know what he would say or do once he saw you. His hands shook as he buttoned up his shirt and he felt like a teenager before prom… but worse.
Logan could face lots of villains with infinite power, yet he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. You. Little, sweet angelic you. His friend.
With a groan and nothing left to do, Logan stepped out of his room and headed to yours.
To his surprise you weren’t in your room. He knocked several times but no one answered. At first he thought you were ignoring him.
Maybe Jean was wrong. Maybe you didn’t want to see him.
“She’s in the garden.” He heard Charles say. Quickly turning around he found the Professor with a knowing smile on his face
“Are you spying on her?” Logan arched his brow.
“No, I just saw her on my way back from my walk.” Charles continued down the hall. “Can you believe that? I go on walks now!” He joked.
Logan shook his head and smiled softly before heading out.
He wasn’t surprised when he found you on your usual bench. When you heard him coming and turned to look at him, Logan froze.
“Hey.” he hesitated, not knowing if he should walk closer or not.
“Hi.” You said softly. “You’re back.” There was relief in your voice.
“Yeah… I pretty much got kidnapped.” He muttered, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.
“You shouldn’t have left in the first place. But you’re here now, so let’s celebrate.” You turned to pick something up and when you turned back around Logan saw you were holding a bottle of champagne.
“I’m not much of a champagne type of guy, sweetheart…” He said a bit confused.
“Oh, no, you got me all wrong. This is for me. This…” you turned around and picked a bottle of whiskey. “...is for you.”
That got a laugh out of Logan. How did you always manage to make everything better?
“You know me so well.”
“Come, sit with me.” You said, and finally Logan found the courage to get close to you.
Once he sat down he took the bottles from you and opened them. When you took the bottle of champagne again your eyes locked in.
This was it, this was the moment he was dreading.
“I’m so sorry, Angel.” He said softly. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know, Logan, I know. I don’t blame you for it.”
He raised his hand to stop you.
“Please let me finish.”
You shut your mouth and nodded. Logan took a long swing of the whiskey, almost drinking half of the bottle in one go. Then he took a deep breath and looked back at you.
“Ever since I can remember, which isn’t long because most of my memory consists of scraps and broken parts, I’ve had really bad nightmares. I have bits and pieces of what happened to me when I was experimented on. And it was torture. It was insufferable pain. No matter how much I try to run away from that past, every night I find myself back in that room, with those needles and cables attached to me, the adamantium filling in…” He took a shaky breath in and then another swing of whiskey, trying to calm himself down.
You didn’t say anything, as expected, but you did place your hand on top of his, encouraging to go on.
“...I remember parts of wars I fought in, crimes I committed when I ran with the wrong crowd… people I’ve lost.” He closed his eyes and defeat. “I lost so many people. I can’t lose you too. So when I saw what I did to you, I didn’t know how to handle it, I couldn’t deal with it.”
“Oh, Logan…” You whispered, wiping a tear away from his cheek. Logan tilted his head on your hand, seeking your warmth.
“I won’t lie to you Logan. You did scare me that night.” You confessed, and Logan’s heart broke a little bit more. “But I think that is to be expected. Maybe for a moment there you lost yourself, but it wasn’t your fault. You’re dealing with so much trauma, and you’re doing it alone, there’s only so much you can do.”
“What’s the alternative?” He asked, sounding defeated.
“To let others help you.” You replied. “Let me help you.”
“How?” Logan asked, confused.
“I can try to use my powers to heal you, to heal your mind, your brain, whatever it is that needs healing.” You offered. “I can’t assure you it will work but it’s worth the try. And if it doesn’t then we’ll figure something out.��
Logan placed his free hand on top of yours.
“You always help, Angel. It’s all you ever do, help others.”
“It’s what I do best.” You shrugged and smiled.
“I will never be able to express how sorry I am for hurting you. Not just for physically hurting you, but also for leaving you when that was the last thing I should’ve done.”
“I forgave you already.” It was true. Before Logan came back your thoughts were all over the place, you didn’t know how to feel, or if you two would ever be friends again. But the second you saw him standing there, a look of shame and sadness on his face, every doubt flew away. You loved him, and even if you never got to be more than just friends, you couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.
“You’re way too good, sweetheart.” He shook his head in disbelief. “There has to be something I can do to make it up to you.”
You nodded your head.
“There is something! I want you to promise you’ll never run away from me again.”
Logan smiled softly.
“Only if you promise not to run away from me either.” You felt the weight of his words. He was asking you to stick around, even if you were ever afraid of him again.
“I haven’t gone anywhere so far, that’s gotta count for something, right?” you smiled. Logan nodded.
“You got yourself a deal, gorgeous.” He said, closing the deal. You smiled and blushed at the nickname. “So, where do we start?”
You pursed your lips, deep in thought.
“Let’s piece your memories back together. What’s the first thing you can remember? Do you remember anything from your childhood?”
Logan tilted his head.
“Alberta, Canada… I was a kid… I remember my father, he was a kind man. And then I remember running away, I was scared because suddenly I had claws…”
You listened closely and after a moment you raised the bottle of champagne.
“I guess we’re going to Canada…”
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Hi! Just wanted to drop by and say that I love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your craft with us :)! I look forward to the next chapter of healing touch! 🫶
You're very sweet nonny, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy it!
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Staaaaaaph he's so stubborn!!!! I wanna slap some sense in him!
christmas confessions (pt. 3 - day 3)
summary: logan never really liked the holidays, but he's beginning to realize that he enjoys it... as long as it's spent with you. and he can no longer hide how he feels about you. pairing: origins!logan howlett x fem!reader content warnings: 18+ mdni, intense sexual tension, grinding, mutual pining, two best friends in love, no use of y/n. word count: 2.5k a/n: alright, sorry for the delay on this everyone! been through some emotions this last few days, so thank y'all for waiting 💙 hope you enjoy this part. it's gonna get steamy ;) pt 2. | series masterlist.
DAY 3 — Logan’s lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as the entire living room is lit up with the christmas tree and lights that he decorated for you. The fire is going, but it’s another sleepless night. He’s barely had any sleep since you’ve been here, couldn’t even sleep in his bed, knowing that you’re just down the hall. The sun hasn’t even come up yet when he hears your door open and he quickly shuts his eyes, hoping that you’re just going to the bathroom.
But instead, he hears your quiet footsteps approach him, can hear your quiet breathing. It sounds like you’re being so careful not to wake him up. Logan lets out a shaky breath when he feels the weight of a blanket drape over him and the warmth in his chest blossoms. You had always been there to take care of him, in any way that he would allow. He shifts on the couch and with his enhanced hearing, he listens to the sound of your heart race faster.
Logan cracks open an eye just to see you turning on your heel, making your way into the kitchen. His eyes deviate to your backside, clearing his throat at the sight of you dressed in a white tank top and very short sleep shorts. It’s practically riding up your legs, giving him a peek at your backside. He lets out a quiet groan, almost inaudibly, as he feels his length stir awake beneath his boxers.
He hears the refrigerator open, followed by the sound of you pouring liquid into a glass. He assumes it’s a glass of water because you set the water back into the fridge before walking back towards your room. He opens his eyes too quickly, catching your gaze. Logan’s eyes lower to the sight of just how sheer your white tank top is, even in the warm lighting from the fire, you look so fucking stunning.
“Hey,” he whispers, feigning a tired voice.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask, tiptoeing over to him.
“No,” Logan answers, keeping his eyes focused on yours despite his desire to take in your frame once more. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Again?”
He shrugs. “Nothing new, bub.”
“Want some company?”
“You gonna sleep next to me on this small couch?” Logan chuckles.
“Oh please, this couch is anything but small.”
“Fair point.” Logan bites his lower lip and then turns to lie on his side, moving until his back is flush with the back of the couch. He lifts open the blanket and nods in your direction. “Come on in then, sweetheart.”
He swears that he can see the excitement flash through your eyes and he smiles. You set the glass of water on the coffee table before you climb onto the couch, lying on your side and facing him. He covers your body with the blanket and feels you snuggle close to him, your legs tangling with his own. He clears his throat quietly, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close to him.
“This okay?” he asks quietly.
“More than okay,” you answer. “It’s cozy. Warm. You’re warm.”
Logan smiles to himself and feels you bury your face against the crook of his neck. He shouldn’t have asked you to lie with him because he can feel your body pressed against his, can feel your breasts pushing against his chest. He shuts his eyes, trying to think of anything but the way you would feel wrapped around him.
“Might not get much sleep, even with you here,” Logan admits. “Don’t wanna fall asleep and hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you whisper, lips brushing against the side of his neck. “You could never hurt me, Logan.”
Logan’s eyes flutter and he has to scramble away for a moment. He sits up and grabs a pillow, placing it strategically over his lap as he watches you sit up and bring your legs to your chest.
“Logan,” you repeat.
“I still have nightmares. I can’t control when my claws come out,” he says honestly. He stares at the fire, feeling his hardening length begin to soften at the thought of his nightmares. Logan feels your hand touch his forearm and he quickly looks over at you. Your eyes are soft, kind, patient.
And god, he fucking loves you.
He loves you so much that it scares him because he’s lost everyone he’s ever loved.
“We’ve slept next to each other before. You didn’t hurt me then. You won’t hurt me now.”
Logan sighs and looks into your eyes. He knows you’re right – the only time he’s ever slept peacefully was when you were next to him. It only happened once after a very stressful day at work, you had come over to his place and ended up spending the night. More specifically, spending the night in his arms.
“Sweetheart,” he sighs, tilting his head back as he shuts his eyes. “That was one time. I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you”
“You won’t,” you answer instantly. “I’ve only ever felt safe with you, Logan.”
The corner of his lips lift and he sighs, falling back onto the couch and pulling you into him. “You can be very convincing when you want to be, you know that?”
You rest your cheek against his chest, eyes falling shut almost immediately. His strong arm wraps around your shoulders and you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs. “You just can’t say no to me.”
Logan chuckles, his hand lazily drawing shapes on your bare shoulder. He rests his cheek against the crown of your head as his mind drifts – he imagines spending the rest of his days like this. With you. This is where he’s the happiest.
“Maybe, but you like to take advantage of that.”
“I do not!” you laugh and Logan opens his eyes to look down at you. He could kiss you right this second and he has to wonder what would happen if he did.
“Yes, you do,” Logan smiles.
When you open your eyes, you realize just how close he is. You can feel his breath fanning against your lips, the tip of his nose bumping against your own. “I don’t,” you whisper.
“Yes, you do,” he says quietly. “But that’s okay, baby. I’d do anything for you.”
Baby. He’s let that pet name slip a few times in the past, but never in a moment like this. A moment so intimate. You keep trying to fight the inner voice that’s lingered since you’ve been snowed in here at his cabin, trying to reason with yourself that things would change between the both of you if you ever admitted to him how you felt.
How much you love him.
“I’d do anything for you too, Logan.”
“I know,” he smiles. “But after you get what you want, right?”
You roll your eyes and gently push against his chest, but he just pulls you closer to him. His fingers begin to move along your side, knowing just how ticklish you are. Almost instantly, your laughter fills his entire living room and he feels you squirming against him.
“Logan!” you exclaim, trying to push his hand away.
Logan laughs to himself and feels you begin to climb on top of him. His hand immediately ceases when he feels you reach for his wrists and pins them above his head. You’re straddling his lap, your core pressed firmly against the center of his boxers. The thin fabric of your shorts and boxers do nothing to feel the heat between your legs and he’s sure that you can feel his manhood that’s beginning to stir beneath his boxers.
You keep his hands pinned above his head and you know that he’s so much stronger than you, but he’s not fighting back. You can feel his hardening length and gaze into his eyes – he’s sharing the same look that you are, can sense that he’s probably thinking the same thing.
“Careful,” he growls lowly, feeling your hips roll against his own.
You don’t know what’s taken over you – maybe it’s the fact that the man you’ve been in love with is lying underneath you, at your mercy. “Why, Logan?” you whisper, lacing your fingers with his own as you lower your head until your lips hover against his own.
You feel his hands squeeze your own and Logan tightens his jaw, staring into your eyes. “Because there’s no going back if anything happens. I won’t be able to forget this, forget you.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to forget–”
Logan groans and rolls you over onto your back, your hands now pinned above your head. He doesn’t press his lower half into your own, despite the way your legs wrap around his waist. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”
“Tell me you’ve never thought about it, about this, about us,” you whisper.
Logan’s gaze softens. “It’s all I ever think about,” he admits. “But I can’t. We can’t.”
“I know,” you sigh. “Maybe we’re just– Maybe the fact that we’re snowed in is just–” you shake your head.
“Maybe,” Logan slowly releases your hands and leans down to gently kiss your cheek, his lips catching the corners of your own. “You should probably go to bed.”
“Only if you do.”
“God, you are persistent, aren’t you?” Logan smiles, pulling back enough to look down at you. His eyes drift momentarily to see your nipples pressing against the fabric of your white tank top and he has to immediately sit up because now he’s throbbing, his manhood creating a tent beneath the fabric of his boxers. “I promise, I’ll try to sleep.”
Your eyes narrow at him and then nod, biting your lower lip as you watch him reach for the same pillow to cover his lap. You can see his eyes flutter at the pressure he puts when placing the pillow on top of his erection. You feel the wetness begin to build between your legs and you nod, standing from the couch and leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Night, Logan. You know where to find me.”
“I know, baby.”
Baby. There it is again.
You turn on your heel and hurry back into your room. Once Logan hears the door shut, he lets out a quiet groan and sets the pillow aside, looking down at the obvious erection he’s sporting. He doesn’t know how he’s going to spend the rest of this day with you after that.
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Later that day, Logan is shoveling the snow in his driveway when you step out of the cabin. His eyes take in your frame and he immediately smiles to himself. The coat you’re wearing is so puffy and large on your body, the beanie and scarf providing extra warmth.
“You should head inside,” he calls out. “The snow might come down again.”
You don’t answer. Instead, he watches you reach down and grab a handful of snow in your glove-covered hands. His brows furrow when he sees you mold it into shape before you bring your hand back to toss the decent sized snowball in his direction. It hits him in the middle of his chest and you erupt into a fit of laughter.
“Yes!” you exclaim, bending down once more to grab another handful of snow.
“What are you doin’?” Logan asks, slowly walking in your direction.
You giggle and begin running from him, looking over your shoulder and tossing another snowball in his direction. It hits him straight in the face that you somehow trip over your own feet and fall back into the plushiness of the snow. Logan shakes his head, running his hands over his face to wipe the snow away. He runs after you and when he sees you begin to stand up, he gently wraps his arms around your waist to fall back into the snow with you.
“Logan! No, no! I’m sorry!” you laugh, seeing him reach for a decent amount of snow into his large hand.
“Are you?” he teases, gently pressing the snow into your cheek as you let out a loud squeal of surprise. “Not so nice, is it, baby?”
You bite your lower lip and you gently push against his shoulder to straddle his waist once again. His hands move to reach for your hands, but you’re much quicker that you grab two fistfuls of snow and place it over his head. His long, brown hair dampens instantly and before he could even react, you climb off his lap to run from him.
“Never lower your guard around me, Logan! That’s rule number one in a snowball fight,” you laugh.
“I didn’t even realize we were in a snowball fight!” he replies, standing up and jogging after you. “You caught me off guard. That’s cheating.”
You gasp and hold a snowball in your hand, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare at him. “Not cheating… Just taking advantage of the moment.”
“Yeah, that’s cheating!”
“Are you–” you grin mischievously. “Are you a sore loser, Logan?”
His eyes narrow. “Oh, come ‘ere. I’ll show you how much of a sore loser I can be.”
You laugh quietly, tossing the snowball in his direction. He easily dodges it and then jogs again after you. It takes a couple of strides to catch up to you, arms wrapping around you from behind. He turns you around in his arms and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he looks down at you. He gently presses you against your car as your giggles filter his ears.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Apologize,” he says instead.
“N– No,” you giggle. “You gotta be prepared. Always.”
“You’re such a cheater, baby.”
You bite your lower lip and smile. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Baby?” he asks. “Yeah?”
You nod. “Yeah. Way better than bub. Or sweetheart.”
Logan smiles, seeing your eyes lower to his lips. Maybe it’s the holiday spirit or maybe it’s the fact that he can no longer hide how he feels for you, but he leans in until your noses touch. He can hear you let out a quiet gasp and he releases your hand to move his own hands to your hips.
“Do you know how much you mean to me?” he asks.
“Tell me,” you whisper, your hands moving to wrap around his shoulders.
“It scares me,” Logan admits. “How much I care for you. Nothing ever good comes out of it.”
“Logan,” you say quietly.
“I’d do anything for you, baby,” he repeats. “And having you here, for the holidays… It’s shown me how much I enjoy it as long as it’s spent with you.”
You’re about to open your mouth to say something, but he just kisses your forehead and finally pulls away from you. He bites his lower lip and slowly shakes his head. “But we can’t do this.”
“Logan–”
“You know that we can’t.” Logan sighs and takes a step back, beginning to create more distance between the both of you. “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved and I’m not losing you.”
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Takeout Trauma
Summary: Logan orders food but can't understand the concept of “spicy” and now he's drinking milk straight from the carton.
Pairing : Logan Howlett x Gf!Reader Note : fluff
The smell of takeout fills the air—a mix of savory spices, fried goodness, and that unmistakable kick of heat. You’re sitting at the kitchen counter, casually scrolling on your phone, when you hear a low, irritated grumble from the other side of the room.
Logan’s standing by the fridge, his flannel sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms that are probably a little too perfect for their own good. His jaw clenched, lips tight. He’s holding a takeout container in the other, glaring at it like it personally offended him.
“Babe,” you call out, raising an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”
Logan doesn’t respond at first. He just stands there, staring down at the now very suspicious-looking food on his plate. Steam rises lazily from it, the scent of peppers and something fiery hitting your nose even from across the room.
He finally moves, his shoulders tense, and with a growl, he slams the takeout container down on the counter with a heavy thunk.
“This—” he motions to the food like it's an enemy in a bar fight, “—is too damn spicy. What the hell is 'mild' supposed to mean if this burns like the damn sun?”
You stifle a laugh, biting your lip. “Didn’t they ask you if you wanted spicy?”
Logan glares at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah, they did. And I said no. They asked if I wanted ‘mild.’ Thought that meant something normal. Not... this.” He gestures angrily to the food, nostrils flaring like he’s about to start a war with the takeout place.
Oh, yeah. He’s suffering.
You lean against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. “Well, babe, I told you before. Spicy food here isn’t like what you had back in the cabin. This is, like, next-level stuff.”
He lets out another frustrated grunt, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. “It’s ridiculous. I’ve fought wars that were easier than this.”
You can’t help it anymore—you laugh, and Logan shoots you a look, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, something close to amusement. Still, he turns away from you, yanking open the fridge door with more force than necessary. The cold air hits him in the face, but it doesn’t seem to cool him off. He grabs the carton of milk, pops the cap, and without any hesitation, brings it straight to his lips.
You raise an eyebrow, watching as he guzzles down half the carton, milk dripping down his chin in the process. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow, and for a moment, you’re more distracted by that than anything else.
“Really?” you say, trying to sound exasperated but failing because you’re still half-laughing. “Drinking it straight from the carton?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, still scowling, but you can see the corner of his lips twitching. “What? It’s milk. Does the trick.” He slams the carton back in the fridge, letting the door close with a solid thud.
You shake your head, walking around him to inspect the food on the counter. The takeout container is practically glowing with how much red pepper oil is slicked across it.
“This,” you say, poking at it with a fork, “is what happens when you think you can handle the spice.”
Logan grunts, stepping closer to you. His hands rest on the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the plate of dangerous food.
“It wasn’t marked like that on the menu,” he mutters, his voice low, like he’s trying to justify the whole situation. “False advertising.”
You tilt your head back to look at him, grinning. “You’re just mad because food kicked your ass for once.”
Logan’s eyes darken, and he leans in just slightly, his breath warm against your neck. “Keep talkin’, darlin’. You’re gonna end up eating this stuff just to prove a point.”
You laugh, pushing against his chest playfully. “I’m not the one trying to win a food fight, babe. But seriously, next time, just ask for plain. Or, you know, let me order. I’ve mastered the art of not burning my face off.”
He straightens up, crossing his arms, and the look he gives you is pure Logan—half-annoyed, half-amused, but mostly trying not to laugh at himself.
“I can handle my food,” he insists, but there’s no real conviction in his voice.
You arch an eyebrow. “Clearly.”
You turn to grab your own takeout container from the counter, opening it carefully and taking a small bite. It’s perfect—just the right amount of spice. The food’s warm, savory, and doesn’t set your mouth on fire.
“How’s yours?” he asks, but you can see the wheels turning in his head.
“It’s great,” you say casually, popping another bite in your mouth. “Not too spicy.”
Logan stares at you for a beat, then sighs, his shoulders dropping in defeat. “Swap with me.”
You laugh, holding your container out to him. “Admitting defeat?”
“Call it what you want,” he grumbles, grabbing your container and handing you his. “But I ain’t about to waste perfectly good food.”
You take his container gingerly, half-expecting it to burn your fingers just from the heat. “You sure you don’t want me to grab you another drink?” you tease, watching as he digs into your much milder meal.
Logan shrugs, chewing thoughtfully. “Nah,” he says after a moment, wiping his mouth with his hand. “This is better. But next time, babe, you’re ordering.”
You grin, leaning into him. “Deal. But, babe?”
He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow.
“You might wanna clean up the milk you spilled everywhere.”
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THIS!!!
This was my first thought when I got this ask! Someone small needing to feel bigger.
It was a blow really because I was looking forward to posting this chapter. It has so much angst and fluff at the same time, it's my kind of thing, the kind of fics I like!
Thank you @lubdubology for the support! ❤️🩹
Chapter 4 was very boring. Nothing actually happened
Jeez, thanks nonny :/
This chapter was meant to set up the next plot in the fic. Next chapter will be veeeery interesting (we're getting closer to see this ship sailing)
You’re not obligated to read it if you don’t like it, you know?
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I felt the need to come on here after I saw that anon be so rude to you!
I really enjoyed chapter 4! We rarely see a character that admits they’re scared of Logan when he accidentally hurts someone like that. I really enjoyed that different take.
Keep up the good work ❤️
OMG thank you so much! This means a lot coming from you!
Angel being scared of Logan sounded the most logical thing to me. The way I imagined how he hurt her was pretty violent, anyone would be traumatizef by that.
Logan will have to work on rebuilding trust.
Thank you so much for writing to me, and for reading my fic. It means a lot after receiving that ask ❤️🩹
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Hi I'm here to cancel out that rude anon. They're entitled to an opinion but so am I. You're awesome. Thank you for creating something and sharing it for free. It's no small thing.
Thank you so much. You’re right, it's not a small thing. I know not everyone will like my fic, but I was sad to hear that about this chapter because I really put my heart in it 💕
Thank you for reading!
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Chapter 4 was very boring. Nothing actually happened
Jeez, thanks nonny :/
This chapter was meant to set up the next plot in the fic. Next chapter will be veeeery interesting (we're getting closer to see this ship sailing)
You’re not obligated to read it if you don’t like it, you know?
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Kissy Missy
I got my inspiration for this from the movie Scoop (2006), in which Hughs character Peter Lyman says "I can't let you go, you're too beautiful. Look at ya, I can't." to his affaire while kissing her in between words.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x gender neutral!Reader
Summary: Logan can't stop kissing you
Wordcount: 1.7k
Warning/tags: none, pure fluff, established relationship, lots of kissing, english isn't my first languange, not proof read im sorry
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It started innocently, like most things with Logan did, oddly enough. A sweet kiss here, a short peck there. On your cheek, on your lips, on your temple. Nothing you couldn’t handle. But you were quickly realizing that when it came to the simple task of kissing you, Logan Howlett was insatiable. Like kissing you was his way of breathing oxygen.
You had no idea when this happened. When he became so addicted to pressing his mouth to yours every chance he got. Maybe it was the first time you kissed him and he discovered just how soft your lips were, how good they tastes when he timidly let his tounge sweep over them. Or maybe it was the way you always sighed when he kissed you like you’d been waiting for it all day.
All you knew now was that Logan couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Never. You would have to escape his cold, dead hands for it to stop.
“Logan, seriously-” you muttered against his eager lips that seemed to magnetically attach to yours. “Nope,” he cut you off, hands settling firmly on your waist as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. Again.
“Logan” you tried for what seemed to be the 100th time, your attempt futile as he kissed you yet again. One kiss turned into two. Two turned into three. Soft, quick little pecks that left you breathless and laughing, your hands pressing against his chest in an effort to push him away. Which was only halfhearted. It was too easy to get lost in his kisses and you almost forgot why you didn't want him to love you with his lips.
“Stop interrupting me!” you scolded, though the smile on your face gave you away in an instant. You didn't have it in you to be mad when he kissed you. “Can’t help it,” Logan murmured lowly, the sound only a rasp in the back of his throat, his voice rumbly against your mouth. He tilted his head, brushing his lips across yours again ever so softly, sighing through his nose. “You talk too much.”
His words made you gasp in mocked offence, shoving at his chest as he chuckled in that rough, gravelly way that made your stomach do flips. “Excuse me?”
Logan smirked smugly and kissed the corner of your mouth. He knew you weren't truly angry, he would have already gotten a hefty slap to the face if you were. “You heard me" he teased, grinning in that rare way that made him look years younger than he was. He pressed a kiss to your flushed cheek. “Too much talkin’” Another kiss. “Not enough kissin’”
Before you could fire back a snarky remark, he claimed your lips again, this time a little longer, a little slower, deeply savouring the way your lips made his tingle with every touch. His hands slid up your sides, pulling you flush against him like he couldn’t bear the space between you.
You melted against him, forgetting entirely what you had been so determined to tell him in the beginning. Your hands wrapped around his neck, one buried in his thick hair, while the other slipped under the back of his shirt collar. When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you both breath, you blinked up at him, dazed. And oh, so in love.
“See?” Logan said, his voice rough but teasing. “Quiet now.”
It wasn’t just that moment, either. The man was relentless in every sense of the word, every time of day. You couldn't seem to catch a break from his love.
You would be sitting on the couch in the common room, all alone, minding your own business, when Logan would walk by, only to pause, look at you, and say, “C’mere, baby”
And before you could respond, hop off the couch or something before he got you in his iron grip again, he would lean down and kiss you -once, twice, three times - as many times as were needed to leave yu giggling like an idiot.
Oh, don't even think about to leaving the room the room when he is in it. “Where you goin’?” he would ask, already getting up to follow like a little puppy on a leash, trotting beside you.
Your hand was already on the door handle as you turned to him, a basket of dirty clothes under your arm “Uh, laundry?” you said, more like a question because it seemed so obvious to you. How naive you were, you should have seen it coming. “You sure that can't wait?” he had asked you, taking the basket from you and tugging you back towards him by your hand. “I haven't gotten my daily fill of kissed yet” he really chose the worst times for this. Before bed, you would be cuddling and have all the time in the world to kiss until your lips fell off, but no, Mr. 'If-you-dont-kiss-me-right-now-I-will-think-you-hate-me' had other ideas. And he would kiss you again, like he was a man dying of thirst and you were the only thing in the universe that could sooth the ache in his dry throat.
One evening, you were attempting to cook dinner for the X-man team, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand and stirring some veggies in a pan, when you felt Logan’s presence behind you. That meant no one else was around in a one mile radius most likely. Logan wasn't a big fan of pda and didn't need anyone to catch his soft side.
“Don’t even think about it” you warned without him even touching you or saying anything, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
Logan put up his hands in defense for a second, even though you couldn't see. “Think about what?” he said innocently, though his hands were already sliding around your waist. You groaned. “Logan, I’m cooking-” He kissed your neck. It made your breath hitch, but you quickly catched yourself “Logan” Another kiss, right on your jaw this time. It wasn’t anything of sexual nature. Just pure and raw affection that overcame him everytime he saw you.
“I swear, if you don't quit it-” you barked, but it didn’t have any serious bite to it. He turned you around before you could even finish your sentence, his hands framing your face as he kissed you deeply, pulling you against him like the rest of the world didn’t matter. You melted instantly, any words against his actions dying on your tounge, forgetting the stove entirely as you clung to him.
When he finally pulled back, Logan smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. It made you want to wipe that self-assured smile off his face. But who were you kidding? He had you wrapped around his finger as much as he was wrapped around yours.
“You were saying?” he murmured, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks. The look in his eyes, so tender as he admired your face, it took your breath away. You narrowed your eyes, though your flushed face gave away just how much you loved this. “You’re impossible.”
Your words pulled a grin from him. “Yeah?” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Look at you.” Another kiss, this time on your lips. “Can’t just let you go.” Kiss. “You’re too beautiful.” Kiss. “Way too beautiful.”
You smiled against his lips with every kiss, your heart threatening to burst. "Logan!” you squeaked through laughter, swatting at his chest. “The food’s gonna burn!” but your concerns fell on deaf ears “Let it.” He grinned, swooping in to kiss you again like he couldn’t get enough. He really couldn’t.
It wasn’t just the passionate kisses, either. Sometimes it was soft, absentminded things that caught you off guard and left your heart doing flips like it never had for anyone before. Logan would kiss your temple when you leaned into his side during a movie. He would press a lingering, loving kiss to your hand when he grabbed it, just because he could. He would kiss your forehead when you were curled up with him in bed, all cozy and warm in his strong arms, his lips brushing against your skin like a quiet promise.
Logan wasn’t great with words - he never had been. But this? This was how he showed you what he couldn’t say. And you wouldn't change that for the world. You'd rather have a man that didn't say 'I love you' quite that often and instead showered you with love that you could feel, instead of a guy that chewed your ear off with meaningless words used to make you think he actually cared but never getting to feel what his words promised you every day.
One night as you laid in bed together, you found yourself tracing circles across his naked chest with your nails and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The patterns you drew against his skin made pleasant shivers run down his spine. Logans hand slid up to tangle lazily in your hair, his thumb brushing over your temple while he planted a kiss there, letting his lips linger.
You huffed, kissing his chest “You really can’t stop kissing me, can you?” you teased softly, looking up at him through your lashes. Logan cracked an eye open, his lips twitching with the barest hint of a smirk. “Not my fault you make it hard not to.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, though the warmth in your chest betrayed how much his words meant to you after all. He caught you rolling your eyes like that and frowned softly. “I’m serious,” he added, his hand slipping down to cup your cheek. “You’re sittin’ here, lookin’ at me like that and you think I’m not gonna kiss you?”
Before you could respond, Logan leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that made your head spin. When he pulled back, you were breathless. It stunned you how he had kissed you countless times already and your bashful reaction remained the same. The warm and giddy feeling in your chest never faded away, only grew stronger with every touch of his lips.
“You’re unbelievably corny, you know” you muttered, though you were smiling. How could you not when you had him loving yoz more than anything else?
Logan grinned faintly, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Yeah? You love it.”
And you did.
You really, really did.
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I just NEED NEED NEED Logan to kiss me (or any Hugh Jackman variant) it would literally solve 99% of my problems
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