#Protective!Daddy!Wolverine

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine going on adventures with Logan and Deadpool and you’re the voice of reason behind them 😆 Deapool the idiot with hot headed Wolverine that reader has to keep in check all the time

It’s not easy being the only person with common sense in this rag tag trio of yours.

^^ this is literally you babysitting two grown ass men that need to be kept on leashes and separated from one another in case they fight, again.

You are overworked and underpaid to be dealing with this shit, but there was no one else who had the patience for Wade nor the compassion and empathy for Logan as you did.

So unfortunately you were stuck with them for every mission given but despite how vastly different and incompatible some of you were -*cough* Logan and Wade *cough*- you three worked well enough together that you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were forced to face situations where wade would be pissing Logan off to the point his claws were out, and you had to pat the rugged man on his shoulder, wait for him to look at you as you pointed towards his claws;

‘Them. Away. Now.’ -you.

Wolverine: *grunts*

You: don’t give me attitude, put. them. away. Now.

Wade: ohhh Logan’s in trouble!

You would then look at Wade before pointing at him like a disappointed parent: and you, stop pissing him off if you like to keep your dick where it is! Or so help god me I’ll cut it off myself!

Wade: 😶

Wolverine: *smirks and puts the claws away*

You were their voice of reason, their angel on their shoulder, their peace keeper and confidant and they respect you for keeping up with their shit. However it wouldn’t be much like Logan and Wade to make your life easy as you often had to stand between the two as a barrier of sorts to keep them from killing each other.

When in actuality they are flipping each other off behind your back and it wasn’t until Logan slapped wades hand away, causing him to say ‘ow’ did you look between the two of them as they acted like they weren’t acting like children a few moments ago.

You: I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse them.

*Meanwhile Wade and Logan fighting, stabbing each other in the balls in the background*

You: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Wade and Logan; *immediately stop and point at each other* he started it!

They were the reason you had grey hairs at an early age you swore this to anyone who’d listen. They were a pain in your ass, thorn in your side and a headache waiting to happen but the moment you were threatened, Wade and Logan put aside their differences and acted accordingly by standing protectively in front of you.

Logan: I would shut the fuck up if I were you bub.

Wade: oh look what you did, you made daddy angry.

Logan and you looking at Wade: 🤨😐

You: can you not make everything into a sex joke?

Wade, booping you on the nose; it comes with the territory peanut.

Logan: be serious for fucking once, they’ve just got threatened!

Wade: you don’t think I want our pookie to get hurt? (why do I think he’d say pookie unironically)

You: kill me now and end my misery. Please someone, anyone. Preferably pyro. (He’s hot, literally and figuratively)

Being stuck with Logan and wolverine is a curse and a blessing at the same time, which one you want to focus on more is up to you. However you three were incredibly loyal to each other, even if you do piss each other off from time to time, but you’d never betray one another for it wasn’t an option.

You were stuck with these two whether you liked it or not.

[ramp-it-up]

Anatomy of a Kiss

Summary: You and Logan agree on one thing: you both hate each other. So what happens when you kiss him?

Word count: 4.2 K

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT Not Beta’d. ONE DEADPOOL X WOLVERINE SPOILER AHEAD! Read at your own risk. S MUT! Enemies to lovers; snark to fluff, idiots in love; use of the words stupid, dumb, insipid as insults. Reader's father is either a mobster or a mutant villain, or both; (Reader may or may not be a mutant herself), a couple dark themes and mention of parent death; Reader has Daddy issues; Reader is a thicc girlie; Princess and Old Man as nicknames; there are two slaps; a tipsy kiss; povs switch thorughout the fic. pining; insinuations of masturbation, oral (f receiving), spitting, praise and degredation kink, size kink, creampie, cum play, explicit sex acts, raw p in v (wrap it up) voice kink, this Logan is Dom Logan.

A/N: This was in my soul for a couple of weeks, but I don't feel it's all that great. Here goes. Let me know if you like it by reblogging, liking and commenting please. Thank you. ☺️

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The biggest mistake that Logan Howlett ever made in his life was kissing you back.

Because now he was never going to get you out of his system. 

—--

You were celebrating.

Being being voted best small business owner and philanthropist in the city was a big fucking deal. You decided to let your hair down and let go of your famous self-control and discipline for one night.

And now you were tooted on most of a bottle of Moet and Chandon as you walked back to your high rise apartment from the civic center.

It was a perfect night and you stopped and smiled at the moon, feeling sublime. 

Until you heard his voice.

“Keep moving before I throw you over my shoulder and get you inside myself, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes at your body guard, the only thing your father offered you that you didn’t reject.

Because you weren’t stupid. 

Other than sharing his dna, you were not like your father at all, and you divested yourself of everything that had to do with him.

“What about the penthouse? You kept that.”

Your body felt engulfed as if by flames. You were angry, both at the fact that you’d apparently said all that out loud, and at Logan’s audacity.

“Fuck you, Howlett. The apartment is my mother’s. But she died because of my dad and that’s why he wants to “protect” me.”

You wobbled as you did your air quotes, and you could sense Logan ready to spring to catch you if you fell. You recovered quickly, however, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“But he can't seem to do the one thing that will protect me. Get out of the life. He’s an old man, for heaven’s sake!”

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

“He’s not so old.”

You were in full blown argument mode.

“He’s over 70.”

“Like I said, he’s not so old. And you don’t know so much, little girl. Life is not that simple.”

“I am 32 years old, Mr. Howlett. I am not one of those little girls that fawn all over you. I am a woman.”

You straightened up and you knew that your thick body in the black cocktail dress was banging.

Logan’s eyes reflected your body, although he was staring back into yours. He’d taken it all in earlier.

“You are a teeny, tiny little Princess.”

He was fucking infuriating as he smiled down at you like that. The alcohol made you step to him.

“Someone needs to kiss that insipid smirk off your face, Howlett.”

That stupid eyebrow shot up, and your belly flipped.

Slap. You meant slap, but Logan was quicker than your champagne brain.

“I dare you, Princess.”

—-----

After what happened happened, you hightailed it back to your building, the electricity zapping around the elevator as you stared each other down. As soon as the doors opened, you moved as quickly as your tipsy legs would take through your foyer and living room and down the hallway to your bedroom door.

Logan followed you.

“Princess–”

The door slammed in his face, and he stood there for a good five minutes, restraining himself from knocking it down, before he relented and made his way back to his own room. 

He’d confront you tomorrow (later today), when you were sober.

—-

On the other side of the door, you were thinking of packing your bags and moving to South America. You needed a continent between you and Logan. How in the world had you allowed yourself to give in to a drunken urge that manifested the late night thoughts that you’d had for months? 

You were slipping. Bad.

You absolutely could not face him the next day. You leaned against the door, relieved when you heard him leave, and touched your lips. They still felt as if they were swollen from the kiss. 

You were sobering up now, remembering it. But just a few minutes ago that dare was all you needed to immediately lock your lips onto his. 

You also remembered the way he’d pulled away in shock and stared at your mouth for a beat before he grabbed your hair, pulled you close again, and kissed you so good that your toes curled.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK! Fuck my life!”

You were losing control. And that was not good. Not good at all.

—

Logan couldn’t get you out of his mind. 

And that pissed him off.

He lay in bed, and thought about how, (if he could die) under penalty of death he would never admit just how often he thought about you.

He’d been glad for the room at your place that came with the job; bunking with Wade and Althea was getting real old, real fast. 

But suddenly this arrangement felt too close for comfort.

You didn’t need to know about the fact that the movie playing behind his closed eyelids during his little shower workouts every night was your sexy smile, or the way your ass filled out your jeans. Especially those black ones.

And when he thought about you wearing those jeans with that wrap around shirt that showcased your tits just right. Well, fuck. He’d have gallons of cum for the shower drain.

Nah, you knowing that would only stroke your ego. Somehow, his mind drifted to the other things of yours that needed stroking.

“Oh, Fuck all!”

He sat up and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cigar, reason number 634 why you hated him. 

But if you hated him so much, then why did you kiss him tonight?

—---

Why did you do it? You didn’t even like Logan. In fact you hated him.

Right?

You loathed the way he called you Princess, an obvious reminder that you were a trust fund baby, although you were far from a child, and to spite the fact that you were trying to make your own way.

You hated him from the top of his ridiculous thick hair, to the soles of his huge shit-kicker boot clad feet. You hated how tall and how ripped he was, the way his arm veins threaded atop the muscles there and led the way to his thick, calloused fingers that felt so nice against your skin.

You hated the chest hair that poked out from the top of the tacky tank tops and flannel shirts he always wore underneath the ever present leather jacket, and the way his blue jeans showcased the muscles in his thighs. 

And you absolutely NEVER accidentally gazed at his crotch and ascertained that he was packing.

That would be asinine.

And his stupid face. That was the kicker. Logan’s face would be handsome if he didn’t wear that ridiculous smirk all the time on that mouth that might look nice if he was normal. 

The mouth that felt nice against yours. 

That might feel nice against your…

You groaned around your toothbrush and rolled your eyes at yourself, fully sober now after a quick cold shower. But somehow your body was still warm and buzzing.

What the fuck had you done?

— 

Logan didn’t even like you.

You were bossy, irritating, loud. 

Fuck, you were loud, always chattering away to your customers, always smiling and making them feel at home. 

He absolutely loathed the way you were trying to make your own living, despite the fact that your father was loaded. Running a food truck with the best tacos in town drew hundreds of people every day and giving away a portion of your food to the unhoused every night was what irritated Logan the most. 

More people to watch.

He was sure you did it to surround him with more people to hate. He just knew that you liked pushing his buttons. 

You just reveled in being the anti-Logan.

The more he glared, the more you glowed. 

On fucking purpose.

The kicker was you cranking up the karaoke machine on Thursday nights and belting it out to Journey or REO Speedwagon. It was so annoying. 

Especially the way you closed your eyes and swayed to the music during the bridge. The happy look on your face wasn’t beautiful at all, it was simple, and he didn’t memorize every curve of your face because it was a dumb one.

He couldn’t get away, because he had three months left on the security contract your father signed with him.

It was unfortunate, because you just wouldn’t shut up.

Except when his tongue was in your mouth.

No. 

Even then, you made noises. 

Those delicious little moans that vibrated down his spine and made his dick harder with every second. Moans that made him see visions of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Moans that gave him a waking dream of you giving him head, and…

Fuck, now Logan had a raging hard on and could not sleep for the life of him. 

He really did not like you.

—--

Kissing Logan had you in a tailspin. 

You punched your pillow as you tossed and turned in bed and conjured positive thoughts.

You could forget this.

Pretend it never happened.

Convince yourself that he didn’t taste like heaven and hell and the best fucking thing in a long time.

You could forget.

It was fine.

Everything was just fucking fine. 

All you had to do was completely forget the way he made you feel when he slid his tongue into your mouth. It was easy. 

Except you were wet as fuck. 

“Listen, bitch. You are not doing me any favors right now,” you mumbled to your cunt. 

She didn't care. 

Your pussy just continued to clench on air as if to say, “He’s right down the hall. Let’s just go finish what we started.”

You groaned and tried to smother yourself with your pillow.

It didn’t work.

—-

Logan just kept thinking of the way you stared at him between kisses. Lips parted on a gasp, plump and soft, right before he'd slipped his hand on your neck and kissed you again. Now your taste haunted him.

Logan huffed and put his head in his hands. Flashes of the kiss played like a movie in his head. Finally, he stood up and went to his door, ready to settle this once and for all.

When he opened it, there you were, in just a black camisole and panties, and god, did he want you.

But there was your mouth again.

“I fucking hate you.”

The problem with that was, he could smell you. You might be saying that you hated him, but your body was calling him right now. And Logan’s knees were weak at the power of his lust.

When you looked him in the eye, you licked your lips, your eyes dilated, your nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and your pussy weeping for him, Logan knew it was the end of the line of his self-restraint.

You smelled delicious, like your mandarin orange body wash and your wet-for-him cunt. 

He stepped toward you and you slapped his face, leaving him with a grin on his face.

Then you slapped him again.

“You got it out of your system now? That anger?”

He cocked that damned eyebrow at you and moved even closer. 

“Or is it frustration?”

——

You were in trouble now.

Not because you were scared Logan was going to hurt you.

Just the opposite.

Logan dipped his head to smell at your pulse point, body so close, but never touching you. Your arms went to grab his impossible shoulders and that's when his huge paws grabbed your hips, dragging you further into his room as he backed toward his bed.

He was full on nuzzling your neck now, and your eyes were rolling as the tension between you two was finally ebbing.

The words came tumbling out.

“I’m so fucking angry that you get me so frustrated, you ass..”

You were turning your head toward his, wanting his lips again, on his lap now, crotch sat on his unbuttoned jeans, and refusing to move to ignite the fire.

Logan grunted at you.

“I see that. You’re trying to stare me down even though you are leaking all over me.”

Your body clenched and got wetter at the naming of that fact. You were terrified of what might happen next.

Yet you wanted it so badly.

——

Logan couldn’t wait any more.

He removed one hand from gripping the flesh at your hips that he’d fantasized about for months, to trailing up your cheek to your hair to take off your scarf.

His fingers were in your hair again and your eyelids stuttered as you mouth dropped open for air.

That made him so fucking hard. And it made him want to kiss you again.

He had to know.

“What are you here for, Princess?”

——

His sexy whisper would do you in.

For good.

“I don’t know.”

Logan was staring at you like you were the treasure chest at the end of a quest as you tried to remain as still as possible on his lap. It was so hard.

Logan was so hard beneath you.

“Oh? Let’s run it back to earlier when you weren’t letting that big brain of yours get in the way.”

Frustration surged within you and your mouth got reckless.

“Stop yapping and just do it already.”

——-

“There’s my girl,” Logan growled at you as his dick responded to the challenge and his eyes flashed at your tone.

“Always busting my balls, aren’t you? Need to give that smart mouth something else to do.” 

Before you could reply, Logan’s lips covered yours so perfectly that it was like magnetic puzzle pieces. You fit together and locked. 

Logan’s tongue traced your lower lip and he drew it into his mouth, nibbling, gently at first and then nipping more harshly, causing a gasp and enabling entry. His tongue swiped at yours as he dominated you.

You were not going to win this round.

——

You could only whimper and grab his shoulders tighter as he kissed you. For all that was holy, why did his kisses have to be so damn good?

One of your hands ventured into the thick hair you’d dreamt of feeling between your fingertips and pulled as your desire peaked. Then your palms went to his face as he pulled away and you squirmed as you realized what was about to happen. 

“What are you here for, Princess?”

That question again.

That voice. It rumbled straight to your core and Logan wasn’t letting you off the hook. 

Logan wasn’t letting you up off of him. 

The hardness of his metal button and zipper, but mostly him (oh god he was huge) chaffed your thighs as he sealed his lips over yours again and his hand went from your scalp down your neck and back to your hip again, holding you down to feel him.

You finally moved, smearing your wetness all over your panties and his jeans and Jesus, it felt so good.

——

Logan’s eyes took in all of you in your scanty clothing, following your every movement and when his eyes moved down to your damp panties he swallowed audibly. He clenched his jaw with the strain of holding back.

Logan couldn’t deny that he wanted you. His 200 year old heart felt brand new.

“Mmmmph. Here for this feeling Logan.” 

Your voice was the greatest symphony. His stomach clenched when you looked him in the eye.

“I’m here for you.”

You leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek with your nose, then whispered a demand in his ear.

“Touch me, Logan.”

Without thinking, but instinctively careful of you, Logan’s claws extended, shredding the sides of your panties and rendering them in pieces. 

“Fuck!”

You gasped as he stood up with you in his retracted grip and threw you on the bed, the scraps of your underwear abandoning you.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he was so weak for you. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed as he ran his rough hands up and down your legs.

——-

“I’m touching you, now what?”

He spoke to you, but he was looking at the juncture of your thighs, at the well-manicured hair there, all casual, as if he weren’t teasing the hell out of you.

You had something for him.

“If you don’t know what to do, then I’ll show you.”

You reached up and took off your camisole and Logan’s eyes raked upwards and widened at the sight of what you were holding, which was your breast in one hand, as you pinched and rolled your own nipple. Your other hand trailed down your body as your legs fell open to give yourself access to your clit, which you had the nerve to play with in front of Logan’s face. 

——

Now he was the one who was angry.

Logan snarled, then batted your hand away.

“Careful Princess. Don’t poke the Wolverine.”

His hands tightened on your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he was.

———

Logan leaned down, his hot breath ghosting your pussy as he looked up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. 

You couldn’t let the moment get too tender.

“What if the Wolverine wants to poke–”

Logan’s hand covered your mouth, cutting you off at just the moment he licked a long, hot, wet stripe up the center of you and then pursed his lips around your clit to suck at you ruthlessly.

Your smart ass remark was forgotten as a moan bubbled up into your throat. Logan took his hand away once it was clear that you couldn’t talk anymore, or at least that your capacity for sass had diminished. 

You were leaning up on your elbow and watching him feast on you, convulsing with each swipe of his broad tongue and each pull on your clit.

As mesmerized as you were at his skill, you managed to brush his thick dark hair away from his eyes so that he could see properly. You didn’t want anything getting in the way of the best head you’d ever received.

——-

Logan’s hands were now palming the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten; you were practically sitting on his fingers. For him, you tasted even better than you smelled. He couldn’t believe it.

He looked up at you incredulously, watching your breasts moving with each heave of your lungs trying to capture air, and your mouth open to capture it. He met your eyes and frowned at you as he reached down and stroked his pulsing cock.

“What’s wrong?”

“The fucking Cuties you eat all day long. They got you tasting like a fucking orange. ‘S fucking impossible.”

He yanked you closer and buried his face between your legs. You made those cute little noises with every swipe of his tongue, and he licked and sucked until you convulsed in his hands, screaming.

You were still trying to catch your breath before he was on you, licking and suckling your hard and soft breasts.

“Damn,” you murmured as Logan swiped his thick, bulbous head into your entrance and meeting resistance, “You’re so fucking huge Logan.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that phrase, but coming from you it hit different. His chest puffed with pride.

Logn smiled into your neck, inhaling your scent and growling against your skin.

“Don’t be scared, Princess. I’ll make it feel good for you. I should be more worried than you are. I’m gonna split you open, but you are about to shatter me into a thousand pieces.”

He didn't mean to tell you the absolute truth. But he had.

Logan knew there was no coming back from this for him.

——

You shuddered at the words which were breathed over your skin.

Logan trailed the tip of his tongue up the side of your neck the looked you in the eye. It was too much.

You lowered your gaze and he chuckled, making you sigh when he tugged on your lobe with his teeth and started pushing inside you. It was slow, but sensual and somehow still desperate. 

With each increment of himself that he gave you, you felt destroyed, yet you wanted more. You clutched at his chest as you widened your legs for him, as if that would help.

“No one else has ever made me feel this way. Hurts so good, Logan. More. Please?”

The question was, were you just talking about his penis?

——-

You begging him made Logan want to cry as he slipped further inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both shuddered, you at the sensation of such fullness, and him at the way you were so snugly and warmly wrapped around him.

“Fuck! Princess. Should have known you would be hot and tight. But I wasn’t ready.”

Logan wasn’t ready for you at all.

—-

His pupils were completely blown and the look on Logan’s face made you clench down even tighter as he stroked deeper into you. 

“Y-yess, feels so good.” 

You felt like liquid in his arms. Your hands moved over his shoulders as you hitched your thigh around his hips. He ran his hand up your thigh and around to your leg, holding you in place as he began to pound into you harder.

You whispered a confession into his ear.

“I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” 

Logan lifted his head from watching his cock destroy you, his brow arched in surprise. 

“You’ve dreamt about me?” 

You bit your lip and nodded, all of a sudden feeling shy. 

“At night after a tense night between us, I’d go to my room and imagine that you’d follow me to…shut me up.”

Your lashes fanned your face as you smirked.

“Oh yeah?”

Logan swiveled his hips and you gasped. He was lighting you up from the inside.

“Sounds like a cool dream, Princess,” he said, leaning down to your ear.

“But you’re talking far too much in reality.”

And he began snapping his hips at a frenzied pace, causing your back to arch and your mouth to fall open, leaving you moaning until you screamed with your orgasm.

You couldn’t talk; hell you couldn’t even think when he was going like this.

——

At this point, there was no more finesse; Logan was stroking in and out of you, almost completely leaving you and reentering just to feel that sensation again. The way his fat cockhead breached you was like no other feeling in the world.

Your arched back was displaying your breasts to him at a perfect angle. It inspired something within him.

“Look at you Princess. All gorgeous and fucked out and taking this cock for me. All dumb now. Bet you like not having to think so much. Just take it like the good little slut you are for me, yeah?”

His filthy commentary made the coil in your belly snap, and you came like a freight train, squeezing him so much that he had pull out to keep from coming himself.

He kissed you as you could only whimper in protest. Logan felt a warmth blooming in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time, if at all, as you lay melted in his arms.

He couldn’t wait to be back inside you.

“Can’t tell you how many times I dreamt about having you under me just… like… this….”

And he slid back home.

“Mmm… those lips down there suck my tip so well, how will these lips do?”

Logan’s thick thumb was in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around it to show him what your mouth could do. He groaned and pried your mouth open with his hand.

“Keep it open and do what I say.”

——-

The band was tightening in your belly again. You knew what was coming and nearly came again when Logan spit into your mouth. The orgasms were blending together now.

“Swallow.”

You did, and Logan thrust into you hard an deep while thrumming your clit. That was all it took for you to cum again and this time, you gushed around him, making a mess on his bed.

He looked down in disbelief and laughed with glee, handling you like a fuck doll to do with as he pleased.

That's when you realized that you loved being used by him.

“Bet ya didn’t dream you’d be such a dirty little slut for me, did ya, Princess?”

——

Logan realized that he was your slut, too. He was lost to your sounds, the sight of your beautiful lust drunk face, and the feeling of your cunt squeezing him with multiple orgasms now.

He started tracing urgent circles on your clit again.

“Look at me.”

That’s when you said the most beautiful words to him.

“So fucking good L-Logan. Cum inside me. Please. ‘M on the pill.”

“Music to… my fucking.. ears….”

——

Logan’s fingers moved to your shoulders, holding you captive as he stroked deeper and harder. His harsh breaths in your ear increased, the most erotic sound in the world.

You clamped down on him and he growled, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, the warm wave of fluid combing and causing a lovely, filthy mess.

It was so satisfying.

And you couldn’t let it lie.

——

He pulled out and stared at the ceiling in disbelief, before looking over at you to find you playing in his cum and licking your fingers, leaning over to give him a taste on your lips.

“What? You tired, Old Man?”

He shook his head and laughed as his cock came back to life.

Kissing you back had been the biggest mistake of his life.

He was never going to get you out of his system.

And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

-----

You shivered as Logan loomed over you, with that damned eyebrow cocked and that smirk on his face.

“Oh Princess. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Then Logan grabbed you and kissed you again.

——

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Imagine a Hugh Jackman x reader where one of their kids gets a nightmare and wants the wolverine to scare the monsters away? Reader walking into the scene of Hugh in a children’s wolverine costume trying to cheer them up?? Have a great day and take care of yourself :D

the monsters gone and your daddys’s here | hugh jackman

an: thanks anon for the request! this was such a cute idea 🥹

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Alex was a heavy sleeper so when his younger brother, Reese, whispered his name, the boy continued snoring. Reese had trouble sleeping, but he never told his parents. Why? He thought the scary monster under his bed would get them if Reese told them.

Even with his stuffed animals and blanket, Reese still couldn’t sleep. He then remembered that his dad had bought them walkie talkies for christmas. Hugh kept one on his nightstand. The boys usually called in if they wanted a bedtime story or just to say I love you. Right now more than ever, Reese needed his dad to scare away the monsters.

He grabbed the device from his nightstand and turned it on. He pressed the button and called for Hugh.

“Dad? Can you hear me?” Reese released the button hoping Hugh would immediately reply.

On the other end, Hugh heard it. It took a few tries from Reese to finally get him to wake up, but eventually he did. You were sleeping with Olivia beside you, he didn’t want either of you to wake up so he quickly answered it.

“Hey, what’s wrong buddy?” He asked.

“I can’t sleep.” He responded nervously.

“Why?”

It took a few seconds, but Reese finally decided to tell Hugh what was wrong. “There’s scary monsters and I’m scared. What if they get you and mom! And what if they get Alex and Olivia!?”

Hugh’s heart shattered after hearing his boy. He wondered for how long the scary monsters had been bothering Reese. “They’re not going to get any of you, I will always protect you.”

“Can you scare them away? With your claws?”

Ever since the boys watched X-Men, they were convinced Hugh had metal claws that came out his knuckles. He didn’t have the heart to tell them it was fake so he bought a cheap wolverine costume from the store and used the claws when they were around.

“I’ll be there in a second.” He assured the boy. Reese mumbled an ‘okay’ into the walkie talkie then ended the conversation. Hugh got up from the bed, making sure not to disturb you or Olivia. He got the plastic claws and wolverine mask from the drawer and put them on. He then walked to the boys’ room and opened the door.

“Where are those ugly little monsters, bub?” Hugh asked, getting into character.

Reese, without saying a word, pointed to under his bed. He watched as Hugh adjusted the mask and got down to his knees. “I’ll get rid of those monsters. They won’t stand a chance.” He went down and started ‘fighting’ the monsters. In reality, only toys and dirty clothes were under the boy’s bed. Hugh made fighting sounds so to Reese it genuinely seemed like he was getting rid of monsters.

“Oh this guy is done for! Get out of here!” Hugh continued.

“Did you get all of them, dad?” Reese, too scared to look, asked.

“All of what?” Both Reese and Hugh heard your voice. You stood at the door rubbing your tired eyes. What was going on? You wished you knew.

“Dad is getting rid of all the monsters!” Reese told you.

“Aaaaaand that’s all of them,” Hugh got up from the floor and took off his mask. He started breathing heavily and wiped away his ‘sweat’. “You got nothing to worry about, Reese. Dad took care of all the scary monsters.” He gave Reese a kiss on the forehead.

“Thanks dad.” Reese whispered. He looked over at Alex, who was still sleeping. How could Alex be asleep while the wolverine just scared away all the monsters? At least Reese had a good story to tell at breakfast.

“You alright, baby?” You asked Reese.

The boy nodded. “Dad scared them away. I can sleep now.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Hugh whispered to Reese then walked over to you. He mumbled a good night to Reese and closed the door.

“I am dreading the day we have to tell them Wolverine is just a comic book character.” You sighed.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment. Yesterday, Alex told me I was his favorite hero.” Hugh walked back with you to the bedroom.

“Wolverine or not, you’ll always be their hero. They know you’ll always be there to protect them.”

Hugh didn’t care if he had to fight imaginary monsters, he would always protect his kids. He just hoped they wouldn’t get too upset when they find out he doesn’t have metal claws.

@kellyxo1 @ru-kru @barnes70stark @flyestvenustrap @evasmlp

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

Claws, Diapers, and Daddy Duty

Logan’s gruff voice boomed from the nursery. “Darlin’, is it supposed to smell this bad?!”

I chuckled from the kitchen, setting down the baby bottle I’d been warming. “Welcome to parenthood, Wolverine!”

Let’s back up a bit. Being married to Logan wasn’t exactly what I’d call conventional. For one, his idea of “domestic bliss” involved flannel shirts, beer, and the occasional uninvited guest in the form of a random mutant needing help. But when we decided to adopt a baby—because Logan swore he wanted to give someone the stability he never had—life took a turn I never expected.

Daddy Logan: The Adjustment Period

From the moment we brought little Ellie home, I saw Logan try harder than he’d ever tried in his life. I mean, this is a man who’s fought Sentinels and survived wars, but one tiny infant had him more rattled than Magneto ever did.

The first night was… interesting. Logan insisted on taking the first shift, grumbling something about how he “never sleeps anyway.” I woke up to find him sitting in the rocking chair, holding Ellie, his claws accidentally out because he was too tense.

“Logan,” I whispered, trying not to laugh, “she’s not gonna hurt you.”

“She’s tiny,” he muttered, staring down at her with an expression I can only describe as pure terror. “What if I drop her? Or—or sneeze? Do babies survive sneezes?”

I kissed his forehead. “Relax, tough guy. She’s sturdier than you think. And you, believe it or not, are softer than you look.”

Diapers and Danger

Day three was when Logan truly met his match: diaper duty.

“Alright, bub,” he said, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to take down Sabretooth. “How hard can it be?”

Turns out, very.

I peeked into the nursery to find Logan standing there, holding Ellie at arm’s length, his nose wrinkled like he’d just walked through a sulfur pit.

“She pooped up her back,” he said, looking at me like I was supposed to explain how this was biologically possible.

“You’re the one with the healing factor, Logan. You’ll live,” I teased, tossing him the wipes.

It took him twenty minutes, two shredded diapers, and one very judgmental look from Ellie before he finally got the job done.

Superheroes Don’t Do Nap Time

Logan was not a fan of nap time—mostly because Ellie refused to go down without a fight. And by fight, I mean she screamed like a tiny banshee every time we put her in the crib.

One afternoon, I came home to find Logan sprawled on the couch, shirtless, with Ellie snoozing on his chest. His claws had popped out and were stuck in the arm of the couch, presumably because he’d been startled by her screaming earlier.

“You good there?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t say a word,” he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “She’s finally asleep.”

I couldn’t resist snapping a photo. “Superdad, saving the day one nap at a time.”

The Soft Side of Logan

For all his grumbling and growling, Logan had a way of melting whenever Ellie giggled. One evening, I found him sitting on the floor of the living room, holding one of Ellie’s stuffed bears and making it “fight” her other toys.

“Take that, bub!” he growled in his Wolverine voice, making Ellie squeal with laughter.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, leaning in the doorway.

He looked up at me, a sheepish grin on his face. “Yeah, well… she likes it.”

A New Kind of Hero

One night, after Ellie had finally gone to sleep, I found Logan standing over her crib, his arms crossed.

“You okay?” I asked, stepping beside him.

He nodded but didn’t take his eyes off her. “Just… didn’t think I’d ever get this.”

I slipped my arm around his waist. “Get what?”

“This,” he said, his voice soft. “A family. Someone to protect who’s not a mission or a fight. Just… her.”

Tears stung my eyes as I rested my head against his shoulder. “You’re doing great, Logan. She’s lucky to have you.”

He snorted. “Lucky? Kid’s stuck with a grumpy old man with anger issues.”

“She’s stuck with someone who’d claw through hell for her,” I corrected, squeezing his hand.

He looked down at me, his smirk softening into something tender. “Yeah… guess she is.”

And that’s how I knew Logan wasn’t just a dad—he was her dad. The kind of dad who’d grumble about diapers but stay up all night to rock her back to sleep. The kind of dad who’d teach her to fight but cry when she scraped her knee. The kind of dad who’d make you laugh, cry, and want to throttle him all at the same time.

Logan wasn’t perfect. But to Ellie—and to me—he was everything.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Baby Daddy Logan Howlett

Wolverine, as a yandere, can be intense, fiercely protective, possessive, and obsessive in his love. He is not afraid to use violence and intimidation to keep the object of his affection close to him and ensure your safety. He may struggle with trust issues and jealousy, always on guard for any perceived threats. Despite his tough exterior, he deeply cares for you and can be incredibly loving and tender when the situation calls for it. However, he can be intimidating and controlling at times, driven by his intense emotions and a desire to keep what is "his."

As a yandere baby daddy, Wolverine is intensely protective and possessive of his family. He is fiercely devoted to you and his child, willing to go to great lengths to ensure your safety and happiness.

He'll go into "overprotective dad mode," keeping a close eye on you and the kid, and anyone who attempts to harm you or intrude upon your family life may face his wrath. However, beneath this fiercely protective exterior, he'll also display a softer side, doting on his child and expressing his love in his own unique, rugged way.

He might struggle with balancing his intense protectiveness with giving you space and independence. It's a tightrope walk between his natural instincts and respecting your autonomy. However, he'll always prioritize the safety and well-being of you and his child above all else.

He may still struggle with trust and jealousy issues even after the baby, but he recognizes the importance of being a responsible parent and will, in his own way, do everything he can to support and provide for his child. While his methods may be unconventional, he genuinely cares for his family and will always have your best interests at heart, even if he can be a bit intense at times.

But he'll also demand a lot of attention, becoming jealous and possessive when you seem to give affection to anyone or anything else, including the child. He'll struggle with balancing his protective nature with allowing his family to have time without him. Overall, he's fiercely protective and devoted but can be demanding and possessive in his role as a yandere baby daddy.

However, Wolverine's yandere tendencies could extend beyond just protection. He might become overly possessive and controlling, suspicious of anyone who interacts with you or the child, and might even exhibit signs of possessiveness toward the baby. He questions your loyalty or fidelity and may need reassurance and communication to ease these insecurities. His intense emotions could also lead to bouts of anger or aggression if he perceives a threat to your family's safety or happiness.

Oh, and be prepared for the occasional jealous outburst, especially if someone else gets a little too close to his family. Logan can get pretty territorial. But deep down, he's just a big softie who loves you and your kiddo more than anything in the world.

Logan might also experience moments of insecurity, especially given his rough past. He may question his ability to be a good father and partner, fearing that his violent tendencies could negatively impact your child. He'll struggle to balance his fierce protective instincts with the need to allow his child to grow and learn independently.

You might also notice an increased reliance on communication. Logan will likely start opening up more about his fears, insecurities, and past traumas as he navigates the complexities of fatherhood while dealing with his yandere tendencies.

Wolverine as a yandere baby daddy is also likely to have a strong sense of responsibility. He'll prioritize providing for and caring for his family, and might even go to extremes to ensure financial security. Additionally, he'll want to teach the kid his ways and values, being a rough-and-tumble father figure. He'll try to instill his survival and combat skills, as well as his sense of loyalty and bravery in his child.

Overall, expect a mix of intense loving and overprotectiveness from the feral baby daddy Wolverine.

With Logan as a yandere baby daddy, expect some occasional mood swings and bouts of grumpiness. He's not exactly a smooth talker or romantic, so don't expect flowery compliments or sweet gestures. Instead, his affection can manifest in gruff, rough, and even violent ways. He might express his love through acts of service, like protecting you and the kid from danger, rather than traditional romantic gestures.

[yeyinde]

thank you for tagging me @ivymarquis ! i debated between this, the regency fic (fleshed out), or one of the other Price fics i'm working on (home from college for the summer and seducing hot older neighbour Price whomst you had a crush on since sixteen (aka daddy issues, the playbook), DomPrice, etc), but i think the Soap fic will probably be finished before all of those. so, here is the baby trap piece with Soap.

nothing smutty but this def captures their odd, imbalanced dynamic perfectly, i think:

“And you have no cellphone? No satellite phone?”

“Ye can check it—” he makes a flippant motion toward the glove box in front of you. “Deader than ever.”

You hesitate only briefly. Long enough to level him with a searching look that yields no results (every expression hidden behind a thick, unruly forest of overgrown hair jutting out to his Adam's apple) before you reach for the compartment, gingerly pulling it open, and—

Sometimes, things get overlooked by their surroundings. Swallowed in the vacuum. Blending seamlessly into the muddle, the commotion. Or hidden. Can you spot the mountain lion in this tumble of rock and bush?

This isn't like that. 

It sits on top of a manila folder. Sleek black and cold silver. You're not terribly well-versed in guns—the extent of your knowledge stemming mostly from formulaic crime shows aired late at night; CSI, NCIS, Criminal Minds—but you recognise this one instantly. Some sort of handgun. Police issued, you think. It's bigger than you'd expected. Looks heavier, too. 

Your heart stutters. The air galloping out of your lungs in a stammering rush. 

He makes a noise, soft and nonchalant, as if keeping handguns in the glove box of his old, burnt umbre truck is perfectly normal. 

“Fer protection,” he mumbles. You catch the jerk of his chin in your periphery. “Forgot I had it in here. Been usin’ the rifle for huntin’ mostly. Or the shotgun.”

Three guns. You swallow. “Why—” your voice comes out in a brittle whisper. You clear your throat. Pretend it helps, that you don't feel as vulnerable as you sound right now. “Why, um, why do you need three?”

“Not fae around ‘ere, are ye?” He echoes your words from earlier with a wry twist of his mouth, eyes slanting in the sunlight. “Tha’,” he takes his hand off your thigh to jab his finger at the handgun. “Is fer wolverines.” His index finger falls, his thumb juts out. He jerks it over his shoulder. “Tha’ is fer huntin’. The shotgun back home is fer bears.” 

You try to move out of the way when his hand falls back to your thigh, but the pain radiating up your leg immobilizes you. There's not much you can do in this situation but endure.

Military. Wounded in action. Three guns. Touchy. 

You're not sure what to think. It would be easier if you couldn't. 

“What do you hunt?” You ask instead, glancing out the window to the barren landscape rolling out around you. There doesn't seem to be much in the jagged hills, towering mountains. 

“Gettin’ hungry? Donnae worry, doe. Go’ tha’ pesky hare I was tryin’ tae shoot on the ledge fer dinner tonight.” 

It's not much of a comfort. The idea of being injured—by accident, he claims—to such an extent over a rabbit makes you feel a little sick. 

“That's it?” 

“I can make a mean steak outta anythin’. Stews fer tougher meat. Fish, too—whitefish, arctic grayling, and lake trout. Learned how tae make a nasty fishfry from the locals in Nahanni Butte. Bannock, too. Got berries ‘round ma cabin. Caribou, Moose. Taste better in tacos or burgers. Mountain goat, Dall’s sheep. Been eatin’ better ‘ere than ah did at home.” 

“And you're—just allowed to hunt them?” The website advised of a permit through some special outfit needed to hunt when you requested your pass into the park. Said that only aboriginals were allowed to do so. “You're not—”

“Aye,” he cuts you off with a small nod. “No huntin’ in the park. But. We're not in the park anymore.”

“Where are we?” You ask again, firmer this time. 

“I told ye. Nearly home.”

“And where is home?” 

The way he sucks his teeth makes you recoil slightly. Wet. Irritated. As if he's tired of this conversation already. 

“Close.”

You don't let his flat tone deter you. “Are we—are we still in the Northwest Territories?”

“Thereabouts.” 

It's not an answer. It doesn't reassure you in the slightest. 

You open your mouth to say so, words curling on your tongue when he jerks his chin toward the handgun, brow furrowed. 

“Thought ye wanted tae check on the satellite phone.”

His tone is severe. A growl curdling the ends, pitching it down, down. Displeasure, irritation, blooms in the gnarled petals of witch hazel when he narrows them into slits. 

[mishaapocalypsse]

Are you taking requests? If you are, could you do one where Soldier Boy meets pregnant Fem Supe Reader when he joins the Boys and he becomes protective of her?

|| Call Me Daddy? ||

Happy Valentine's Day!

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: You know....the usual

Seriously?

Soldier Boy could not believe what he was seeing right now. Besides hanging out with the fruity gaylord Hughie and the wolverine wannabe, he could not take his eyes off of your swollen belly.

Are these guys fucking serious?

"I-I can handle trying not to get my dick sucked by the fairy over here, but you guys having a fucking pregnant broad? No way." He said trying to figure out his next move.

Your eyes twitched as you turned and grabbed the collar of his suit, lifting him off the ground.

"Wanna repeat yourself, stars and stripes?" you hissed, looking up at him in your grip. Soldier boy was astonished by the mere strength you had that almost equaled his...maybe it did.

"Hey, it was only an observation...you know...you being about two months away from popping and all." You gritted your teeth as you dropped him back to his feet.

This man was an asshole and you squinted your eyes at his tall frame...his chiseled jaw...his...his....

Oh fuck.

You turned away and ignored him for the rest of his time here.

You saw how long that lasted though...

Ben Gilman was the bane of your existence now. As soon as he got comfortable on the team he was more doting on you than any man you had ever met in your life. Including the now ex- husband and father to your unborn child. Seemingly over the course of this newly found...whatever, Ben was more like a father to this baby than that prick before. Soldier Boy stood over the railing of the balcony at your safe house where the others were downstairs raiding your booze and having a little party. You, not being able to sleep were standing right next to him, your head leaning on his shoulder, eyes nodding off every chance you had standing in his presence. "You know, Y/N...out of all these fuckers here, you are the last person who fucking gets on my nerves..." He spoke as you stared up at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes.

"Really...out of all the mood swings, cravings, and cramps...you really believe I never got on your nerves?" You laughed half-heartedly.

"Yeah..."He replied...

"Yeah....." You repeated.

Ben towered over you as he turned in your direction, the moonlight shedding this glow over you both. He smiled down at you, placing both of his hands, rough and calloused on your smooth shoulders. Longing to close the gap between you, you hovered on your tippy toes as he bent down to almost steal a kiss from you.

Almost that is.

You felt the wet liquid break over your legs and splash onto the floor. Ben stumbled a bit backwards before looking at you again.

"Uh...Ben.." You shockingly looked back up at him with a terrified and nervous smile.

He looked back at you with the same look.

"I'll grab the car keys." He responded, racing out the bedroom door.

[ghiblinsm]

cannon list

first movie:

Wade doesn't actually know anything that really happened to you in the workshop, just bits and pieces that were hinted by Francis.

“You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life.”

you love your dad, really you do. but you will always have a bit of resentment for what he signed you up for.

"It doesn't get better, and it doesn't get easier. I can't keep lying to myself,"

during the months you were being injected fluids in your blood, Austin had kept asking his mom to call Wade and see what happened.

“Yo, this is Wade. I’m either out doing mercenary stuff, getting into trouble, or just avoiding your call. Leave a message. Beep”

Anytime Wade sees you with clothes that show your arms and legs, he always thinks about how the scars on your skin were caused by him. (not s.h scars but thunder like scars caused by other types of torture)

“Who knew that bringing my daughter to a workshop full of dangerous crap would be a bad idea? Genius move, Wade. Just chalk it up to another day of being a fantastic father.”

He's never brought it up but sometimes he notices you looking in the mirror a little longer then usual then sees you later in a new outfit of pants or leggings and a long sleeve or cardigan.

"I can't stand to look at my scars, every time I look at them, I'm reminded at what happened. How he failed to protect me and i don't want to hold that against him..."

More often then you two both like to admit, you both make a bunch of self-deprecating jokes about being a bad father/daughter.

Wade: "You know, sweetheart, I always thought I'd be a great dad… but I guess I took 'daddy issues' to a whole new level, huh? Can I put that on my résumé?"

You: "At least you made the list. I didn’t even make it onto the ‘good daughter’ list. I’m just the bonus kid with the emotional baggage. You’d think I’d be on sale by now."

second movie:

When you first met Russell you could only think about how scary it must've been for him to be surrounded by people trying to say they knew how he felt.

"You’re a mess, Russell. But I took responsibility for your actions, and I can’t just leave you."

when you were put in the ice box prison you kind of gave up, just like you father. except since you saw how much Russell was trying you decided to at least help him not get beat up.

"I’ve spent my whole life trying to do what’s best for everyone else. I forgot to take care of myself."

during the whole ordeal your heart and mind were in-between resentment and pity for your dad. he was acting like the world stopped when vanessa was shot when it didn't. you still feel bad for feeling this way.

"The only way to get through the day is to keep pushing forward, even if it feels like you’re dragging the weight of the world."

a secret you didn't even tell your dad was that when most of the x force died you giggled and sent a video to Austin.

"I'm sorry for your loss...*later* Austin i need to laugh so fricking badly but i can't because i'm with colossus. what do i do?"

Wade's a little disappointed in himself for this one but, when you all were in the ice box prison and he saw you trying to keep Russell out of shit, he thought he could leave Russell in your hands and stay out of everything, despite more prisoners getting violent.

"I want to be the person who helps people. I want to be the person who can make a difference. But I don’t know how."

Third movie

the day Wade tried to join the avengers you were chilling with Austin who was on the phone with Peter and somehow interviews came up in discussion and you heard Peter ask Austin how common alliterative names were because Happy was talking about a disrespectful guy that came in for an interview and had a 'dumb' name.

"I’m just a guy who loves a good time. Who cares about the rest?"

when nicepool led y'all to his honda, you were thinking back to peter's situation with two other spiderman and when wolverine and your dad were in the car you couldn't help but ask nicepool how his y/n was.

"You can’t change the past. You can only learn from it and hope that you don’t repeat the same mistakes."

you were friends with laura for a short while at the age of 11 and when you two met again in the void you both immediately did y'all's handshake out of instinct.

“Life is short! So we should spend it having fun and making memories!”

couldn't really think of more stuff for the third movie that would involve spoiling stuff I have planned so it was cut short.

hope y'all liked it!

"Well everyone loves me" by Rizzy105 on wattpad

[toxicanonymity]

do you think you'll ever write for wolverine or deadpool 🫣 wolverine at least seems right up your alley (but in a good way) - 🦡

Kinda doubt it, but you can faceclaim him in my next him x her fic.

My love for Logan is surprisingly platonic, given Logan (2017) with his fierce protectiveness, reluctant daddy arc, grunting, sweating, brooding, injuries...ugh. Thots on Logan x reader (or oc) x x-24 (also played by hugh Jackman in the same movie). These could also be used with Donald Pierce (Boyd Holbrook in 2017), or all 3 😵‍💫. If you do one, tag me and I'll share it.

You're being assaulted by X-24. daddy!Logan kills him, saves you, and checks you for injuries. He could use his blood to heal you if you're into that.

dark: x-24 is in the middle of having his way with you when Logan shows up. Logan is about to rescue you, but something makes him freeze, wince, and be disoriented. when his eyes open, he's different. He joins in and they DP you.

Darkish: Logan does rescue you, and he won't let you go. He steals the transport truck and locks you in the cage to protect you.

One of them should slash your clothes up.

What if one stabbed his claws through the "scruff" of your clothing and used his super strength to carry you like a kitten/pup.

All the love for Wolverine is great. I LOVE seeing people get into new characters. You have no obligation to limit yourself, which could mean missing out on something fun/personally fulfilling, not meeting those potential new friends, etc.

[cross-d-a]

archiveofourown.org

Fandom: Deadpool and Wolverine, Deadpool movies, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Chapter: 1/6

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Logan/Wade Wilson

Characters: Wade Wilson, Logan | Worst Wolverine, Dogpool | Mary Puppins, Laura Kinney, Blind Al, Vanessa Carlysle, Yukio, Ellie Phimister

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Idiots in Love, Canon-Typical Violence, sort of! probably not goign to ve very graphic actually, Horny Wade Wilson, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Humor, Banter, Soft Logan, Logan is Bad at Feelings, Protective Wade Wilson, Protective Logan, EVERYONE can tell they're in love EXCEPT them, a little bit of daddy kink

Summary:

In retrospect, it's pretty fuckin' obvious.

But Wade's an idiot and so is Logan, so... there you go. Everyone gets to tell them I told you so.

[cosmicstxrdust]

Deadpool and Wolverine Thoughts (spoiler-free)

Okay, so I just saw Deadpool and Wolverine yesterday (no spoilers, don’t worry.) I think I liked the second movie best out of the trilogy but that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I’ve been thinking about the team up and it made me consider who ELSE Deadpool could work with. As usual, my mind immediately went to the Umbrella Academy and asked this question: which sibling would get along best with Deadpool?

Luther: I think his sense of justice/morality would keep him from liking Deadpool, but they would bond over the abnormalities of their bodies. (Although he’d definitely refer to Luther as a furry.)

Diego: Deadpool would like his use of knives and spandex (I can already HEAR the off-color jokes.) Plus, how Diego beats up Christopher in s3 (who’s your daddy?) is right up his alley. 

Allison: he’d probably like her ruthlessness but she’d 100% rumor him to shut up within the first minute. 

Klaus: I don’t really know what their overlapping trait would be except maybe a similar sense of humor? But Deadpool is way more lewd than Klaus is. 

Five: Deadpool would definitely like him during his murder-rages (like when he kills the commission board), but I think on the whole Five tries to be too diplomatic for him. 

Ben: there would definitely be more off-color jokes about his bentacles. But Ben is maybe too serious for him? Idk. 

Viktor: another one I don’t really know. Would Deadpool like how powerful he is? Or would he resent Viktor’s importance in his timeline (being the key factor to ending the world multiple times)? Also, Viktor’s first instinct is to use his powers to protect, not hurt, so…

I’m not an x-man fan (just a marvel one), so I might’ve missed some things. What do you guys think?

[bamfdaddio]

Uncanny X-Men Abridged: 1986

The X-Men, those depressing mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 202 - 209) - by Chris Claremont and John Romita, Jr.; June Brigman; Barry Windsor-Smith, Dan Green

Before a crisis crossover takes over this title, 1986 is basically all about Rachel Grey. In previous years, I’ve never been much of a fan of her: she’s is depressing, she’s self-involved and she basically keys into the worst aspects of a Claremontian character: they angst angst angst on the inside and never spit it out. She is all trauma, all the time and she’s not even fun about it. While I understand the horrific depression that accompanies the feeling you get when you see the world descend into hell in a handbasket because people keep making the wrong choices and voting for Mutant Registration Acts and nazis, her forever frustration about not being able to do anything about it doesn’t necessarily make her an engaging character.

This year, she ramps it all up, proving my point that the Phoenix makes everyone one hundred percent more dramatic. Combine that with her dad’s flair for exaggerated angst and, well, you’ve got a doozy of a character on your hands.

Using your cosmic powers to dramatically blink on like a porch light? Baller move, Rachel. (Uncanny X-Men 203)

What’s the Buzz?

Xavier? Is alive, but whisked off into space.

Magneto? Recently became an X-Man. Decidedly not a villain.

Jean? No longer dead! Read elsewhere for more details.

So, is this a new instalment in the Phoenix Saga? Nnnyo, not really. It’s more like a sagalette. Like a reboot of an original with new actors, excepts it’s… not great. So this is like the Phoenix Saga: New Class. I apologize beforehand for the lack of jokes: this is a pretty grim year. Before we get on with it, a quick reminder of our cast: 

Phoenix: Rachel Summers. X-Man. Telepath, telekinetic. Future child of Cyclops and Marvel Girl from a dark future that has since ceased to be. Depressed. Makes it everyone’s problem.

Storm: Ororo Munroe. X-Man. Currently depowered. Recently beat Cyclops in a duel for the leadership of the X-Men. Badass. We all simp for her.

Wolverine: Logan. X-Man. Healing factor, adamantium skeleton, claws. Currently has fewer plotlines than Cyclops, and he isn’t even in this book!

Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. X-Man. Turns into steel. No relation to Cyclops.

Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. X-Man. Fuzzy, BAMF-y, bouncy. Like all the other men, currently a little neglected in the storyline-department.

Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. X-Man. Can turn intangible. Always and forever the junior on the team, but no longer as innocent.

Rogue. X-Man. Steals powers and memories by touching people. Can’t quite control that. Southern accented sweetheart.

Magneto: X-Man. Silver daddy, former terrorist, magnetic powers. Recently promised his long-time rival/ex-boyfriend that he would teach the Dream to young mutants. 

Callisto: Morlock. Even though Storm pretends to be their leader, she’s really the leader of the sewer dwelling outcast mutants. Presumably has powers, but other than dressing like a Sex Pistol and being a badass lesbian, I have no idea what they are.

Caliban: Morlock. Childlike mind, pale, bald. Can track other mutants. 

Selene: Immortal psychic vampire that can manipulate inorganic matter. Powerful, scary. Member of the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club. Good villainess seeks good storyline.

Nimrod: Deadly mutant-hunting Sentinel from the same dark future as Rachel Grey. Deadly serious about killing all mutants on Earth, but apparently only intermittently.

Secret Wars 2

Ugh, Secret Wars II. I can’t even skip it, because this time, the Beyonder – more like the Beyawnder – is part of ongoing plots. He’s in this world. Bah!

Well, at least Rachel kicks off the narrative with a bang.

Instead of leaving a note, this bitch rigs a projector to tell everyone she means to murder someone. So extra. <3 (Uncanny X-Men 202)

After their run-in with the Beyonder in the crossover, Rachel Summers has decided that this omnipotent god/manchild needs to die. (Apparently, he scrubbed the New Mutants from existence on a whim, so she’s not entirely off base here.) Since she’s currently the host of the cosmic powers of the Phoenix, she’s the woman for the job!

While Magneto uses Cerebro to track Rachel – yes, even Claremont somehow doesn’t realize that telepath =/= magnetism – Rachel confronts the Beyonder in San Francisco. He toys with her for Reasons Unknown and gives her infinite power and a choice:

Kill him;

Save the X-Men he just teleported over to the West Coast and put into mortal danger by also pulling in some lethal Sentinels from her future. For no apparent reason, he forgot to bring over Nightcrawler; no, this is never really explained.

These Sentinels are clever little bastards, by the way. A lot more clever than the toaster ovens we’re used to. Check out the beautiful way they take out Rogue: 

Sure. Rogue, previously a terrorist, would definitely use the word bozo rather than artifical asshole, robotic wingnut or fuckwad. (Uncanny X-Men 202)

Rachel then makes the choice to save her teammates (through another awesome display of power), instead of killing the Beyonder. She does give him a good slap for toying with her, so there’s at least that. 

It’s obvious Claremont is trying out a lot of things to shake up the status-quo and make his stories feel fresh again. He replaced Xavier with Magneto and now he’s shifting the X-Men to San Fran, where they stay to help rebuild the city. It’s a change of scenery that won’t last a long time - presumably, somewhere the idea of the upcoming Mutant Massacre got pitched and Claremont realized he needed the X-Men in NYC for that – but still, Claremont is trying. Not very successfully, sadly: while the Mutant Massacre will, actually, shake up the status-quo a lot, for now we’re very much in the narrative doldrums. 

Kitty, meanwhile, has realized she can summon the Soul Sword and Illyana’s accompanying armour, but when she tries telling anyone about this, they’re all like: “New Mutants who?”

I wonder what kind of intense bond Kitty had with Illyana, ahem, roommate that she does remember Illyana whereas even her brother Colossus doesn’t. - Uncanny X-Men 203

Kitty realizes that the Beyonder means to erase the X-Men from reality as well, just like he did the New Mutants – what can they, mere humans, do against such reckless power?

This is where Phoenix points out that she:

is not a mere human;

still possesses the power that the Beyonder lent her in his twisted little game.

Rachel means casually to erase and rebuild the universe without the Beyonder in it. “You can do that?” asks Kitty (and the viewing audience). Surely it would be easier to just erase the Beyonder? In any case: she needs power to do so. Rogue, Kitty and randomly Spider-Woman give it up willingly, Magneto, Colossus and Wolverine relinquish power while sleeping and Ororo tries to talk Rachel out of it, but she still just takes it. 

The Phoenix rises again and, once more, takes for the M’Kraan Crystal and touches the cosmos. (I told y’all it was Phoenix Redux.) But after touching all those countless lives of people just living, Storm gets through to her – I mean, killing the entire universe would lay heavily on anyone’s conscience – and Rachel ultimately doesn’t do it: she teleports everyone back to San Francisco.

The Beyonder appears, furious: Rachel undoing the universe was all along his plan, because then he could return to the Primal Unbeing without making his hands dirty. Rachel was his catspaw, and she failed even that. Why he doesn't just end the universe himself is beyond me (pun not intended). But before he can kill them all, Rachel returns her Phoenix powers to him, along with the insights she gleaned. And, just like her, he realizes that life is precious. Rah rah rah. He disappears, leaving the X-Men alive.

Ffs, the Beyonder is the most boring villain ever. An omnipotent teenager who just realized that he’s not the only living thing in the universe. This whole arc is just… such a nothingburger. The Beyonder turns out to be irrelevant, the New Mutants are restored to life and even Rachel’s new lease on life is extremely temporary. Absolutely the worst kind of tie-in to a Crisis Crossover. The only fortunate thing is that I don’t think I’ll have to read about the Beyonder ever again. 

Nightcrawler’s Solo Adventure

Kurt is still back in New York, angsting about the Beyonder and the implications of the existence of something so terrifying and so godlike. His Catholic butt big sad, y’all. But then, he hears someone getting kidnapped by Arcade and saves her in a swashbuckling Mad Max side quest! When returning the captured girl to her apartment it is revealed she is… Judith Rassendyll, the lost Queen of Ruritania! 

Yeah, we never ever see Judith again and the next time we see Nightcrawler he’s back with the X-Men, so this one off is truly madly deeply the onest off of all one offs.

Yes, just like Spider-Man, Nightcrawler recognizes the sound of Arcade kidnapping someone by the very specific sound the truck makes when it uses a… pipelike contraption to sweep someone off the sidewalk. It’s a superhero thing, you wouldn’t get it. 

Wolverine’s solo adventure: Reavers & Deathstrike

Somewhere, Spiral – previously of the Freedom Force in order to hunt a fugitive man called Longshot – is modifying a bunch of guys called the Reavers and Lady Deathstrike (she’s new!) in her Body Shoppe. I always have a bit of a tonal whiplash with that, because to me, the Bodyshop is a bougie store that sells cruelty free soaps and scents. Needless to say, Spiral’s Body Shoppe is decidedly not cruelty free.

Fuck, but I really love Windsor-Smith’s artwork. Lush (which is incidentally what the Body Shop was rebranded to) (Uncanny X-Men 205)

The Reavers are some ex-Hellfire Club-goons that Wolverine once cut up. Since then, they’ve become bionic, in an effort to become strong enough to face Wolverine. Deathstrike – neé Oyama Yuriko – also wants vengeance on Wolverine for Something Mysterious he did to her dad. She is one of Wolverine’s many foils, and she’s beautifully designed too: she shares his idea of honour, but not the humanity or morality to wield it well. Also, whereas Wolverine had his humanity forcibly stripped from him when he got his adamantium skeleton, Deathstrike gave up her humanity willingly. 

Meanwhile, it’s Christmas in New York! (It’s never really explained why Logan is in NYC, so don’t worry about it!) Whilst out shopping in the snow, Katie Power (Energized from the Power Pack) gets snatched by a half-naked feral Wolverine, which arouses obvious suspicion from the police. (Fair.) There’s no quicker way to unendear me from a comic book than by introducing precocious preteen superheroes. Like, eight year olds shouldn’t be vigilantes. Still, this is a convincing narrative, mostly because Katie is a good innocent foil to Wolverine.

Anyway, Katie and Wolverine flee from Deathstrike and the Reavers, proving once again that Wolverine can’t be near young girls without forming a paternal bond with them. Finally, Wolverine goes berserk and picks off the Reavers one by one, before dueling Lady Deathstrike and defeating her. In a cute detail, Katie keeps her eyes closed during their whole battle, so as to preserve her innocence. 

Solid one-shot that, like Windsor-Smith’s Storm issues before this, mostly serve to flesh out one X-Man. It also introduces Deathstrike and the Reavers, who’ll be important later. 

Rachel’s breakdown

The X-Men decide to stay in San Francisco for now, with Jessica Drew (a former Spider-Woman) and, uh, a rando. It’s all so normal that Kitty even has a date! (Which brings out the mother in Storm, always a highlight.)

It’s never really explained why they don’t want to return to the Institute. Is it because Magneto rules Graymalkin Lane now, and the X-Men want to let him know that they’re not okay with that? It’s never said aloud, but…

Anyway, a postcard from Scott, Madelyne and baby Nathan is enough to send Rachel in yet another tailspin how she can’t meet her dad’s family and I’m so over her. Fuuuuuck, this is exhausting. 

 I mean, I guess props to Claremont for writing an annoying, drama-prone teenager convincingly, I guess. (Uncanny X-Men 206.)

AND THEN FREEDOM FORCE ATTACKS. For this raid, Freedom Force, formerly the Brotherhood of Mutants, consists out of:

Spiral. Dimension dancer, we saw her three paragraphs ago.

Pyro. Idiot Australian. Can control fire, but not create it. Thinks he’s a lot smarter than he is.

Avalanche. Idiot Greek. Creates earthquakes, but maybe gave himself his codename during a ski trip? Is about a smart as he thinks he is, which isn’t a lot.

Blob. Big, big guy, cannot be moved if he doesn’t want to. The perfect lackey.

Spider-Woman. Presumably the reason Jessica Drew isn’t Spider-Woman anymore, but I’m not invested enough to run a background check on her. 

Mystique. Rogue’s foster mom, Nightcrawler’s actual mom. Calculating shapeshifter. Usually the leader.

Destiny. Rogue’s other foster mom, Nightcrawler’s actual other mom, Destiny’s paramour, though those last two covertly. Can see the future, usually. Schemer. 

Mystique and Destiny aren’t actually there, which means the Brotherhood is at about 15% of their usual competence – and 14% of that is Spiral – and therefore quickly dispatched with.

Avalanche and Pyro, burning through their last braincell. (Uncanny X-Men 206)

When the police arrive, the Freedom Force reveal they're federal officers working for the USA, having been pardoned by the government. Since the X-Men have built some goodwill rebuilding the city, the cops want to see a warrant first. The Freedom Force didn’t bring one – again, these guys don’t do well without Mystique – so they are forced to let the X-Men go for now. They vow to return, however, necessitating the X-Men to flee, making their stint in San Francisco the shortest-lived status quo shake-up ever. 

Prelude

The X-Men then go to live with the Morlocks for… some reason? Look, I don’t mind a little show rather than tell, but this year just feels so… disjointed. Why was Wolverine in New York? Why did none of the X-Men go pick up Nightcrawler? Why aren’t they going back to the Institute? I get that the Morlocks’ Healer is healing Wolverine after the fight with Deathstrike, but surely the mansion's med bay is a better recovery place than the fucking sewers. Some allusions on why we’re doing what we’re doing might be nice.

I think it’s mostly Claremont spinning his wheels. Highlighting the Morlocks is not a bad move, considering what will come Later This Year, but it’s all done so haphazardly, so randomly.

Anyway. Fine. There’s more Rachel Angst: despite her Life-Is-Worth-Living epiphany with the Beyonder, she’s slipping back into her depression. She senses that the X-Men don’t trust her, her volatile powers and the way she almost went Dark Phoenix. And, while that might be an accurate depiction of depression and the way you can regress while dealing with it, narratively it’s very frustrating to see Rachel keep hitting that same fucking button. 

Welcome, gentle readers, to Symbolism 1.02: The Shattered Mirror as a Metaphor for the Shattered Self (Uncanny X-Men 207)

Rachel and Wolverine keep invading each other’s nightmares and then Rachel flees, afraid of the X-Men’s dirty looks and the way they keep her at arm’s length. On the surface, she then has the bright idea to go and kill Selene, in some… misguided effort to do some good, I guess? Wolverine follows her, tipped off by her nightmares.

To her credit, Rachel actually succeeds in infiltrating the Hellfire Club and nearly murders Selene, but Wolverine stops her, claiming that heroes don’t do murder. (Again, not a wrong take for the X-Men, but Wolverine is perhaps the least qualified to have a strong opinion about this. Now if this were Storm or Kitty…)

Rachel is (again) in a dark place and is (again) losing it. She refuses to stop:

Suicide by Snikt. Damn. (Uncanny X-Men 207)

Anyway, he fails at killing Rachel and she gets away. Wolverine reports back to the X-Men, who vehemently disagree with him trying to kill Rachel. All except Storm, who “understands but does not sanction” his actions. Well, I guess that's not a discussion worth having any further, right? Then, they set out to find her.

The narrative then proves Rachel’s point, when a weakened Selene immediately slaughters a mugger and his would be victim. She then rallies the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club to go after Rachel (Sebastian Shaw is reluctant) while somewhere else, Nimrod emerges from his weird self-imposed exile – seriously, he’s an undercover robot who lives with a family and it’s yet another weird character turn that I don’t quite fathom – to hunt down Rachel, because her power levels have been spiking. (Sure, but Selene running around doesn’t ping your radar, you weird mutant-huntin’ murder!bot?)

Meanwhile, a desperate, lethally wounded Rachel happens upon the bodies of the people Selene killed and immediately does a long distance lash-out at Wolverine. Both Storm and Rogue realize they should have treated Rachel kinder, that they should have recognized her depression. With Wolverine out, the Morlock Caliban becomes their tracked.

Caliban, we can only applaud your shirt! (uncanny X-Men 207.)

Chaos erupts when these groups meet each other. You’ve got:

The X-Men;

The Morlocks Callisto, their leader, and Caliban;

The Inner Circle: Selene, Sebastian Shaw, Tessa (Shaw’s assistant), Harry Leland, some enforcers and Von Rauhm, Selene’s Black Rook;

Nimrod, who senses twelve X-Men, which is at least five too many(!) But more on that later.

When Nimrod very easily kills the Black Rook, it has, at the very least, the quick effect of uniting everyone against him, like when a bear stirs up a hornet’s nest. In the ensuing chaos, a traumatized Rachel once again flees the scene: she fears Nimrod from the alternative future she comes from. And then she hears music and slips into a supposedly abandoned theatre...

Apparently, Rachel’s idealized self doesn’t have a lesbian haircut. Boo hiss. (Uncanny X-Men 207)

The observant reader recognizes this interdimensional Body Shoppe by now. And just like that, with a promise to take all the pain away, to leave everything that Rachel was, Spiral spins and twists and dances Rachel out of the narrative.

Man. Even the ending of her storyline is kind of a bummer. Rachel abandons her family and friends simply so she can escape all of her pain. She sees no other recourse but to scrub herself from her life. There’s very little hopeful to be gleaned from this, even though Rachel at some point returns – although by that point, she’s so different you can kind of wonder if this Rachel actually survives.

Back in the park, Nimrod takes out Rogue and Nightcrawler, and uses Sebastian Shaw’s powers – to absorb any and all kinetic impacts, shrugging off even the most powerful of punches – against him, punting him into the stratosphere. It takes the combined effort of Harry Leland’s gravitational powers, Colossus’ pure strength and Shadowcat’s electricity-frying phasing to slow Nimrod down a little, but the effort of the fight gives Harry Leland a heart attack.

The old man doesn’t go out without a fight though:

Took the words right out of my mouth, Wolverine. (Uncanny X-Men 207)

Aw, I’ve always liked Harry Leland. He always seemed a lot more grounded than most of the Hellfire Club, even despite that silly burglar mark.

I think this issue marks the first time that Tessa and Storm successfully work together. Tessa (the one in the stylish shroud) will turn out to be very important later.

Shaw’s deep impact takes out Nimrod, but just when Wolverine prepares to cut the robot to bolts, it teleports away. It’s a little dissatisfying, but that’s kind of par for the course at this point. With sirens blaring in the background, Tessa offers Storm shelter at the Hellfire Club and, strapped for other options, Storm accepts the offer.

And with Rachel gone from the story for now, and the X-Men needing to regroup, we end the recap. Next up will be the first mutant crossover, something that will become a yearly staple henceforth: the Mutant Massacre.

What to read: I’m sorry to say, but you can skip it all. Turns evil: Rachel. Sort of. Poor girl. You can tell she was one of Claremont’s favourites, considering all the abuse he put her through.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

have one parent as a mudwing and one from another tribe.

Gotcha!

•Those two would be such good parents. Or, we'll, they are, if you don't mind overprotectiveness and trying to control who you're friends with and who you know. Scott is stern yet very loving, doting on Reader's eggs and helping keep it warm, all while planning how best to keep them and his group safe (the X-Men). Jean is motherly, kind, loving, but is also willing to drop a boulder or a mountain on anyone who messes with her partner or their egg. Out of the two, she's more powerful when fully p*ssed, due to being a firescales SkyWing...

• Those two are so worried with Reader, trying to keep their egg warm and safe, and when thr baby hatches out, fire-proof and in deep tones of umber and redwood, they fall more in love with them. They have their daddy's eyes, a lovely shade of brown-red, and their mother's large, warm wings... While Reader doesn't have any siblings yet, those two make up for it in the meantime by giving their hatchling all of their attention.

• Reader wants cuddles? Let Daddy and Mommy hold them amd they'll get the warmest, strongest, safest hugs around. They need food? Never fear, Daddy hunted a whole hippo for them! (And their Mommy cooked it, charring it a little). Reader wants to play? Look, they can have a playmate with hatchling Jubilee and hatchling Roberto, who are also new to the X-Men dragons and their small family! Those two have warm nests set up, filled with the softest furs and blankets, little teething toys and prey bones and dragon dolls, and there's water nearby in case their baby or them accidentally start a fire-!

• MudWing Scott enjoys showing Reader to his brother, to his friends, to his kinda-dad Xavier and I guess dragon Corsair if he's there, he's even showing Reader off to their enemies, gushing about how sweet they are and their perfect snout and their stubby talons- then blasting them with fire amd dropping a burning log on their enemies' heads. No one better mess with his baby, or he'll see how well they stand up against his wonderful partner, SkyWing Jean. She's so cuddly with Reader, and she's grateful to the SkyWing gods and ancestors that she's able to hold them and touch them. When Reader isn't isn't her partner, they're with her, exploring animals and plants near their home, learning how to hunt, and exercising their wings, which are like a SkyWing's... She'll set on fire anyone who makes her baby cry or get hurt. They'll be a pile of scorched bones, no, ashes, when she's done with them!

• Those two make sure their baby knows how loved they are and how much they adore them. They even allow them time with their favorite uncles, Wolverine and Morph amd Gambit, as well as their favorite Aunts Storm and Rogue (and Hank, who Reader hugs every time they see him). They'd all do anything to protect their baby, even the little yanling hatclings dragon Jubilee and dragon Roberto... But their Mommy and Daddy will always be there, ready to scoop Readee up when they fall and make them smile, their wings always open and their hearts always beating for them...

[wulfnerd]

Little Werewolf Superhero, sterek, g, 100w ◌ Derek plays with his son. [ao3] For @sterekdrabbles, 13 Dec (mine, invite, mighty)

Derek makes heavy, showy steps and pushes over one of his son’s Lego buildings.

“Stop, villain! This is my city, and I protect what’s mine!”

Eli, clad in his cape and repurposed Wolverine toy claws, swipes at him.

Derek falls over dramatically, pretending he’s been dealt a mighty blow. He turns when he hears a snort—Stiles stands there with his phone up, probably recording everything.

“Don’t mind me. I just came to invite Shadow Claw to lunch, but I see he’s busy.”

Eli squeals in delight at the mention of food.

“I’m not busy! I already defeated Bad Daddy!”

[lightningfury13]

Scott Summers' whole life is a trauma congo line and instead of going off the rails crazy he copes by being as rigid and controlled as he can. Partially because Professor X groomed him to be that way and partially because his power if out of control for a second could cause such devastation.

His life is a cosmic joke of every time he tries to do the right thing it ultimately goes wrong and nobody appreciates the sheer amount of work and sacrifice this man has put in to protect them.

Scott Summer is tragic and even when he tried to do the smart thing and get help for his issues his therapists, plural, raped him and made him like it with mind control and then blamed him for it.

Nobody liked Scott Summers least of all Scott himself but at the end of the day you can at least appreciate that despite all of that Scott kept getting up everyday and doing everything in his power to protect baby mutants and kids.

When he died to a disease effecting mutants he was mourned for what he did for the community than who he was as a person. And all the fan favorites? Yeah they don't do nearly as good a job holding everything together without Scott there to fall back on.

And yeah all this to say Scott Summers is a weird character. He doesn't have a lot of fans. Lack of quippy one liners? Lack of awesome fight scenes? Who knows? The backstory is there. Rich with potential. But keep Scott in character and his universe is to have this guy who is in complete control of himself at all times. He's the foil for all the fun characters and he himself is the anti fun because everything is serious all the time for him. And he Knows that's a problem for him.

As for awesome fights? Scott's kind of scary in a best military leader on the planet ends fights quickly and decisively and silently kind of way. That kind of fight that doesn't leave the kids he protects going "oh kewl Mr Wolverine can you teach us how to do that?" But more the "Uh did you know the guy who makes us eat our veggies and do our homework could fold a guy in half and melt people with his eyes? Cause I didn't?"

Followed by Scott in a serious voice trying so hard in his broken heart to go for a joke "guess you guys won't be missing curfew anyone?"

Just terror stricken faces. "Nope nu-uh Mr. Summers. Curfew. Got it."

Scott, still completely straight faced, guess that didn't land the way I wanted it to. Eyes softened and sad behind his visor where no one ever gets to see. Not turning around as he brings up his hand to snatch the throat out of a villian sneaking up behind him. "Well let's go home then. You all have homework to do and I need to cook you dinner."

Does that help him as a character I wonder? The Daddy angle? But Scott is really more of a Father than a Daddy. Like that distant father figure who always makes sure you have everything you need but awkwardly hovers when you cry.

I don't know. Scott Summers is hated in universe and not super well liked out of it and granted he makes some pretty awful fucking decisions but you can clearly see that they're mostly based on the information he has at the time. The needs of many outweighed the needs of the few. He has to be the Leader because no one else was gonna be. He had to be the hated one because someone had to make the awful necessary call. But gods his life really is just tragic. It doesn't make him likable but gods does it make him so so sad.

Some good things about Scott mostly from AUs where he's not as tragic?

The few times Scott's power has been gone or under control and he's been able to remove the visor? He apparently has the most soulful expressive gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

Building on that he is in universe just incredibly beautiful full stop unfortunately this means anytime any woman has had full control over him via mind control...yeah...it's been one of the excuses among others for raping him.

There's been some time travel alternate universe stuff where you get to see a really really young Scott or Scott that wasn't groomed by Professor X and he's just a really sweet guy. Just a soft little sweetheart without a hard edge on him.

I can't think of any instance that Scott's gone evil. He's just a good person at his core. He's had to make some horrible calls for the greater whole of mutant kind and no one hates him more than he hates himself for those. But all the things that would have broken a man less good he just keeps on.

It's like the creators went here's an incredibly beautiful man, with big soulful brown eyes powerful physique, awesome power, good to his core, strategic brain, man's gonna be the perfect hero...but that's boring. Give him a villian origin story and then never let him snap.

also i’m sorry. i’ve never liked scott summers and i can’t start now

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Stronger Together part 2 [Logan/Daughter!OC] [Undecided future Canon/OC pairing]

 I CHANGED THE TITLE BECAUSE I DIDN’T LIKE THE ORIGINAL ONE. ANYONE GOT A TITLE SUGGESTION, I AM OPEN TO HEARING THEM. 

ANYWAY, HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!

AND THANKS TO @thehalfelves FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS AND ENCOURAGEMENT! 

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

P.S: Couldn’t find a better GIF. Take it as...whatever. I just didn’t want to use the one I used last time. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

I slowly wake up to see that I’m in a metal room on a table, dressed in sweatpants and a grey female-cut wife beater. I pale and sit up.

“Easy. You’re safe.” Comes a female voice from right beside me, and hand on my chest to try and ease me back down. I don’t let her. She’s a red-headed woman in a lab coat, holding a vial of- -

“Did you take my blood?!” I snap as I stand and put the table between us. The metal floor is cool beneath my feet, but it ignore that for the moment. The woman frowns, hands up placatingly.

“Just a little. I- -”

“Where’s my dad?!” I interrupt, glaring at her. “I need to see him!” She motions behind me and I spin around to see that he’s still out cold. I feel my breath hitch. 

He should have healed by now!

“What did you- -”

“I didn’t do anything.” She assures me. “I’m not here to hurt you or your adopted father, I promise. I’m trying to help you.” I swallow, paling.

“How did you know he’s not my real father?” I ask, then another question occurs to me. “Where are we?” She smiles.

“I’ll show you once I’m done here, to answer both questions.” I frown as she grabs another vial, the thing floating over to her.

“Yo-you’re- -”

“Telepathic.” She explains, smirking. “And telekinetic. Name’s Jean Grey.” I nod.

“Sorry for snapping at you and freaking out. My name’s Autumn.”

“I know.” She replies, smiling. I smile back, then watch as she puts the vial into Dad’s arm. Unfortunately, Dad wakes up to someone taking his blood and instantly had Jean in a choke hold.

“Where’s Autumn?!” He growls. Jean is too stunned to speak.

“Dad, wait!” I call, moving to stand in front of him as Dad’s wild eyes take in the room. “I’m fine! I’m right here! She didn’t hurt me! Stop!” He lets Jean go and she collapses, choking, as he grabs my arm.

“Let’s go!” Is all he says. We leave the room only to find a metal hallway with circular doors every so often, all with an ‘X’ on them. I frown. What is this place? The door to the room we’d just left closes and we flinch, looking around. We walk down the hall and hear voices, but I’d swear it’s not from any room in the hall. More like...inside our heads. “Shit.” Dad growls. “How do we- -” We then notice a series of display cases, each with a customized black outfit, seemingly leather. I frown.

“What the frick?” I mumble. Dad and I are equally confused. I then take a breath to think. “Okay...well, wherever we are, that lady didn’t mean to hurt us. Her name is Jean.” I explain. “I woke up just before you.”

“She was trying to take my blood.” He growls, yanking the vial out of his arm and the electrodes off his chest. I nod.

“She took mine, too. But I don’t think she means harm.” Dad scoffs.

“Doubt that.”

“If she did want to hurt us, why would she still be in that room? She’d have come after us, or attacked us.” I point out. We move a little closer and Dad spots a cabinet and takes a sweatshirt he puts on, and I grab one right after him. We then make our way down a side hall.

Where’re they going? Comes a voice in my head. I flinch, looking around wildly. No one was here. Dad yanks me toward a door and out of sight of anyone who might be in the hall. I hold my breath, but no one shows themselves, which only serves to make my stomach squirm nervously. I was so confused. Where are we? What was going on?

Turns out, the door we were hiding near is an elevator. It opens suddenly and Dad pulls me out of sight of anyone inside.

But there’s no one there. I lick my lips, slowly approaching behind Dad.

Over here. The voice says. We slip into the elevator and it slides shut. Dad looks panicked for a second and I note we’re moving up. A few moments later, the elevator opens into what looks like a large house.

Cautiously, Dad goes first and we get out. Dad takes my hand and leads me into the hallway we find ourselves in.

I promise you’re safe, Autumn. Please trust me. Comes Jean’s voice in my head, but I make no outward reaction.

“It’s not just me you need to convince.” I think back as we go further into this strange house. What was going on?!

I know, and I’m sorry you and your father woke up like that, but this will all make sense soon. Try to find the Professor. Jean replies.

“Who’s that?”

A good friend of mine.

Where are you going? The male voice repeats. They’re over there. I pale. Screw what Jean said, that did not sound good. Dad puts me behind him and we scurry backwards, but without knowing where anyone was, it was hard to avoid th- -I hear a group approaching and Dad hugs me to him and we hide behind a pillar just as a group of kids walk past, engrossed in their conversations. Once they’re past, we move quickly down the hall, making for the nearest door, ducking in and closing it softly. When we turn around, we find that we chose an occupied room. I pale.

Crud. There are about ten kids, all facing toward an older man at an ornate wooden desk. It was clear we were interrupting something. Dad automatically moves me behind him again as the silence lengthens.

“Good morning, Logan, Autumn.” The man greets. I frown. This guy sounded like that voice in my head. The man turns to the kids. “So, I’d like your definitions of weak and strong anthropic principles on my desk on Wednesday, alright?” I lick my lips. Was this a class? “That’ll be all.” The kids all file awkwardly past us and one girl goes back to get her bag, farewelling the man, and the guy calls her ‘Kitty’. She then runs literally through the door. I gasp. She’s a mutant? Showing her powers openly? The silence grows and the man holds up a Physics textbook. “Physics.” He muses with a warm smile, plopping the book back onto his desk. “I’m Charles Xavier.” He introduces, and he moves an electric wheelchair out from the desk. I blink. Oh. “Would you two like some breakfast?” My stomach betrays me, growling softly. My hand automatically goes to it.

“Where are we?” Dad growls, not letting me past him.

“Westchester, New York. You were attacked.” I scoff.

“No shit.” I grumble, moving my hand to my ribs. “I swear I still feel that tree trunk.” Mr. Xavier takes it in stride and I feel slightly guilty. After all, this guy had been nothing but warm and friendly.

“My people brought you both here for medical attention.”

“And to take our blood.” I muse sourly. Charles opens his mouth, but Logan cuts across him.

“We don’t need medical attention.”

“Yes, of course.” Charles muses wryly. I swallow, realizing who was absent; Marie.

“Where’s Rogue?” Dad asks.

“The- -the girl that was with us?” I press.

“Rogue? She’s here. She’s fine.” I narrow my eyes.

“Really?” Dad and I ask in synch. Just then, the door opens and Dad spins to see an African-American woman with long white hair and a guy with a weird visor-thing enter.

“Ah. Logan, Autumn, I’d like you to meet Ororo Munroe, also called Storm.” Charles says, motioning to the woman. “And this is Scott Summers. We call him Cyclops.” I nod.

“Hello.” I greet as Ororo does the same, smiling warmly at us.

“They saved your life.” Charles explains. I nod.

“Thanks.” Cyclops extends his hand, smiling politely, but I am the only one to shake it. Then, Jean walks in. I sheepishly wave at her. She doesn’t say anything, but offers a small smile.

“I believe you’ve already met Dr. Jean Grey.” I nod.

“Sorry about that.” I mumble. She chuckles.

“It’s alright.” She replies. This is the Professor I mentioned earlier, Autumn. She adds in my head. I swallow, still unused to hearing a voice that’s not mine in my head.

“You’re in my School for the Gifted. For mutants. You’ll be safe here from Magneto.” I frown. Dad moves subtly closer to me.

“What’s a Magneto?” Dad asks.

“A very powerful mutant who believes that there’s a war brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity. I’ve been following his activities for some time.”

“And you believe he was after us?” I ask. Charles nods.

“For reasons unknown, it does appear he was after you and your adopted father.” I roll my eyes.

“He is my father, blood or not.” Charles smiles.

“Yes, he is. Now, the man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabretooth.” That breaks whatever tension was building in the room. I snicker.

“Seriously?” I ask. “‘Sabretooth’?” Dad laughs as Charles nods.

“And you’re ‘Storm’.” He clicks his tongue, grinning like this was a joke. “And what do they call you?” He snarks. “‘Wheels’?” I glare at him.

“Dad!” He just laughs.

“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He muses, walking over to the door. “C’mon, Half-Pint.” He calls, but Cyclops doesn’t move. “Cyclops, huh?” Scott barely has time to nod before Dad grabs his shirt. “You wanna get outta our way?” I roll my eyes.

“That’d be easier if you let go of his shirt, Dad.” I snark. Scott looks over Dad’s shoulder at Charles like ‘are you gonna help?’.

“Logan.” Charles calls. “It’s been almost fifteen years, hasn’t it?” Dad stiffens and I frown. “Living from day to day with Autumn, once she was in the picture, barely getting by, moving from place to place. And all without memory of who or what you are.” By now, Dad almost looks like he’s entering a panic attack. I put my hand on his shoulder, easing his fingers out of Cyclop’s shirt as he whirls his head.

“Shut up!” He snaps at Charles, eyes wide and a little wild, but his voice was shaky.

“Give me a chance.” Charles offers softly, as if speaking to a frightened child. “I may be able to help you find some answers.”

“How did you know?” Dad asks softly, eyes still wild.

You’re not the only one with gifts. My eyes go wide. Of course! Jean said she’s telepathic and Charles must be, too! He’s the one talking to us in our heads! Finally, Dad seems to relax a little, smirking just a tiny bit.

“What is this place?” He asks.

“A school.” Charles replies.

“Is everyone here…”

“A mutant?” Charles finishes. I nod. “Yes.” He replies, driving the wheelchair out to the hall. “Anonymity is a mutant’s first defense against the world’s hostility.” Charles explains, and as we pass a window, we watch a snippet of a basketball game in which one boy teleports around the court, and everyone takes in stride, chiding him playfully about ‘no powers!’. It was amazing! “To the public,” Charles goes on, “we’re merely a school for gifted youngsters. Cyclops, Storm, and Jean were some of my first students. I protected them, taught them to control their powers, and, in time, teach others to do the same.”

“This place is really something else.” I muse breathily, looking around. “Is this a house?” Charles chuckles.

“Yes. My family’s mansion, finally put to good use.” I grin.

“Wow.” I was totally loving the idea of a mutant school. Living with a guy like my dad, we were moving around a lot, barely keeping enough money to get by in our tiny little trailer. I didn’t regret sneaking into Dad’s trailer that night, but I do wish we’d known about this place a lot sooner.

“Most of the students are runaways, frightened, alone, not unlike yourself, that day nine years ago, Autumn.” I swallow. It was a little unnerving, the way Charles casually threw out stuff he learned from your head. “Some have gifts so extreme, they become a danger to themselves and everyone around them.” Charles continues, seemingly unaware of my discomfort. “Like your friend, Rogue. Incapable of physical human contact, probably for the rest of her life.” I bite my lip. Poor girl. That must be horrible. “And yet, here she is, with others her own age, learning, being accepted, not feared.” And there she was, watching a boy make a fireball in his hand and then watching another boy freeze it as Storm began class. Storm turns as the iceball is dropped, shattering on the floor. She says something, then turns back to the board she was writing on. We move on down the hall and finally enter a kitchen. There, leftover breakfast is still sitting out. We sit at the table and Charles moves the wheelchair to the head of it. I grab a sausage/egg/biscuit sandwich and eat it. Dad grabs one, too.

“What’ll happen to her?” Dad asks, chewing a large bite.

“Well, that’s up to her. Rejoin the world as an educated woman, or stay on to teach others and become what the children have affectionately dubbed ‘an X-man’.”

“And those are the only options here?” I ask.

“No. She could, if she chose, leave at any time and pursue her own life.” Charles replies. “I never force the students to stay. It is entirely their choice.” I nod.

“Now, the school is merely our public face. The lower levels, however, are an entirely different matter.” He takes us down in the elevator we’d come up in and we explore the rooms we’d gone past when we first awoke here.

“Whoa…” I breathe, looking at a massive jet-like plane, painted black and looking extremely powerful.  

“Yes. We call it the Blackbird.”

“Cute.” Dad muses wryly.

“When I was a boy, I discovered I had the ability to control people’s minds, to make them think or do whatever I wanted. When I was seventeen, I met a young man named Erik Lehnsherr.” It was clear that the memory was a fond one, judging by the smile on Charles’ face. “He, too, had an unusual power. He could create magnetic fields and control metal. Believing that humanity would never accept us, he...he grew angry and vengeful. He became Magneto.” I blink as Charles drops the smile. Oh, wow. Poor Charles. He has to fight his friend all the time.

“And now he’s after Dad?” I ask, licking my lips.

“It appears that way.” Charles replies. “I am sorry, Autumn, but we can offer protection. For both of you.” Dad chuckles as we go back to the elevator and out to the grounds, where we are shown to a stable.

“Thanks, bub, but I can handle myself.” I frown.

“Dad, you have a metal skeleton.” I point out. “There’s a slight problem with you going up against him.” Charles nods.

“Precisely, Autumn.” He agrees. “There are powerful mutants out there, Logan.” He says, “And many that do not share my respect for mankind. If no one is equipped to oppose them, humanity’s days could be over.” Dad still seems to not entirely want to stay here, if that slight frown is anything to go by.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Logan.” Charles proposes suddenly. We’ve circled back to the kitchen. “Give me twenty four hours to find out what Magneto wants with you, and possibly Autumn, and I give you my word that I will use all my power to help you piece together what you lost, and what you’re looking for.”

“They’re kinda the same thing, Chuck.” Dad replies.

Charles smiles. “Either way, I will respect your decision, the both of you.” I grin.

“Thanks, Mr. Xavier.” I reply genuinely.

“‘Professor Xavier, if you please, dear, or Professor X.” Charles corrects gently. “Now,” Charles announces, “I have a class to teach and you two have talking to do. I’ll leave you two alone with food and food for thought.” I wave him off as he wheels out of the room.

There are several beats of silence.

“This is the closest we’ve ever come to answers.” I muse. “It’s not like we’ve made much headway on our own.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want anyone snooping around in my head.” He grumbles. I shrug.

“Then live with the not-knowing.” I point out. “Dad, if it were purely up to me, there’d be no debate. This could be a really good thing for you. You’ve been trying to remember on your own and it’s not working. I think Professor X can help you, but, ultimately, it is your decision.”

“Well, I like gettin’ yer input, Squirt.” I smile at the variety of nicknames he’s taken to calling me over the years. Half-pint, Squirt, Kiddo, Kid, Pup, just to name a few. It’d taken him a while to use them, but they meant a lot once he started.

“And I like that you involve me.” I reply.

“So, we’re in agreement, then? We’ll take Professor X’s deal?” Dad asks, holding up a hand like we were gonna arm-wrestle. I gripped his hand tight.

“We’re in agreement.” I reply. It was our ritual whenever we needed to come to a decision together. We’d sit down and talk about it, then grasp hands once we’d reached a verdict.

Just then, there’s a knock on the door. “Excuse me?” Jean calls as she opens the door.

“Come in.” I call back.

“I was wondering if I could continue those tests, Mr. Howlett.” Dad shrugs.

“Logan’s fine, Jean, and, uh, sure. Let’s go.” I roll my eyes. Dad’s got a lovesick smile on his face and his pupils dilated.

Oh, boy.