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Florence - Chapter Six

You and Peter tell MJ the truth about the fashion show debacle. Bachelor/bachelorette parties are held the next day, Peter learns what was bugging Harry so much, and you and Peter start getting distracted by each other (in a particularly lustful fashion). The day after that, there's a massive heatwave and it's only one more night until Harry and MJ's wedding.

Some horny stuff, lavish partying, protective!Logan, mutual pining, lots of mushy feelings and fluff, lots of texting through out events, first kiss (kind of!)

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MJ’s hard to find. Peter is not even especially focused on finding her, because he’s trailing his hands around you after what just happened, and you are not really inclined to tell him to stop.

You ask around the party- most people assume that MJ is with Harry, but Harry isn’t with her, and her parents are too busy dancing to answer your question, even if you say it’s somewhat urgent.

MJ’s sister laughs when you ask her. “She’s very shy sometimes. Probably hiding away in her bedroom.”

“But MJ’s kinda loud and crazy.” Peter remarks, not in a mean way, just pointing out how your friend can be really out there. “What do you mean shy?”

“She has her moments.” Gayle answers, and you don’t think that’s true.

Just as you thought, MJ’s not in her bedroom either, but as you and Peter exit, holding hands as you’ve become accustomed to, who else would be in the corridor, waiting for the bathroom to open up, other than your father?

The implication is not lost on you. How it looks like you two have just stolen each other away in a corner of the house during the party, taking each other as lovers in horny secrecy- and there’s a little too much evidence proving the fact, you with your still messed up hair, Peter with his partially unbuttoned shirt, the drunken air of heat around you two- and you both just came out of a bedroom.

You feel a little embarrassed before remembering that you are twenty-six, and Logan can’t exactly punish you for something you didn’t do, and even if you did do it, you’re totally allowed to. You’re not a stupid, unwary teenager- despite what Logan thinks, Peter did not take advantage of you.

Peter is kind of loosely gripping your hand, and you think he’s going to let go, probably out of fear that your father will kill him- and you hold his hand a little tighter, refusing to let him go.

“Hey, dad.” You say kind of breezily, a little wary of Logan’s eyes flickering from your intertwined hands to your face. “Do you know where MJ is?”

“Ah… Little Wolverine.” Logan’s voice is laced with tenderness as he stares at you, and his face is battling some girl-dad extremes right now- he wants to protect you and be there for you all at the same time, and he doesn’t want Peter anywhere near you, not after how you experienced such heartbreak not so long ago- but he lets it slide for now. He can see that you’re not willing to talk about it right now, and Peter’s staring at the ground with a guilty expression that Logan can’t help but feel a little bad about.

Sure, Peter’s got his hands on Logan’s only daughter- but he’s still one of your best friends, and Logan always thought he would like if you ended up with him, because Peter was another bright kid, a cute scamp that Logan thought wasn’t nearly as annoying as all the other boys that had no right to be near you. He’s seen the both of you grow up together- how could he not be a little bemused about the whole thing?

“I think I saw her heading into the bar.” Logan states, and you nod and pull Peter alongside you, while Logan stares at you, wondering when you had to grow up and wishing he could just prevent you getting hurt.

Sure enough, MJ is in the bar, trying to carry like three different bottles of champagne on her own- Peter is quick to grab one as it’s falling and you grab the other that’s still in her arms.

“Ooh, that was close.” MJ pants, and rests against the counter. “There could’ve been bubbly everywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Peter would’ve caught all of them if that happened.” You know very well about Peter’s weird uncanny ability to catch things that are falling, or sense when things are coming towards you- he’s pulled you out of the way of random people several times, despite never seeing them.

“That’s true. Peter once pulled Gwen out of the way when she almost tripped over the balcony. I think it was in your guys’ first year of uni? I was visiting.” MJ comments, and you realize you weren’t there, because you were starting to refuse Peter’s invitations downtown to ESU.

It’s not like campus was that faraway, but you couldn’t handle it at the time. Now you feel sad that you missed out on something. And a little stupid.

“Really?” You ask. “I wasn’t there, what exactly happened?”

“Ah… if I remember correctly, Gwen was crying about something that happened during class.” Peter starts, and recognition seems to fall on him. “Oh, right. She thought she was about to lose her scholarship.”

“Yeah, poor girl was crying and blubbering- you know when you cry so hard you can’t breathe? That was her.” MJ nods, pursing her lips as she thinks it over. “I don’t think any of us realized how close she was to the edge. Except for Peter.”

Peter looks sheepish. “It was just an instinct, you know? I heard her foot stumble, and the sound of the wind- her back was leaning over the edge when I pulled her back.”

You imagine Gwen shrieking, her platinum blonde hair flowing in the autumn wind as she teetered for a moment, only to be cut off as Peter’s hands grabbed her. How terrifying- Gwen could’ve died.

You say as much, and MJ nods.

“It was really scary. She held onto Peter for a while, and he was really nice about the whole thing.” She gives him a soft squeeze of the hand, and you feel like Peter’s actually just so… sweet.

It’s something you’ve always known, but thinking about it now, you really know that you love him. You love that Peter always seems to be thinking for others, even if he can arguably be a bit dense about his own feelings- you could never say that Peter didn’t put others first, that he always tried his best to make everyone feel a little better.

It’s funny how little realizations like this can just strike you. You know Peter and MJ aren’t aware of how you feel on the inside right now, but some part of you wishes you could stay in Florence with Peter forever. Stay in this moment of being next to him, and being in love with him as he is, and not having to worry about the rest of the world.

“You’re a good person.” You say, and Peter gets a funny smile on his face.

“You say that like it’s surprising, Howlett. But thank you.” He ruffles your hair, and MJ grins at the two of you. “Another good-person thing incoming: me and Howlett have some news about your Dior contract.”

“Oh, really?” MJ leans forward, placing the bottle back on the counter as she sits on it. “What is it?”

“Bucky and Elektra were the ones behind the email. They never actually told Dior that you were misusing funds, which is fair because Dior would’ve never believed them.” You explain, and MJ tilts her head, somewhat confused. “The entire thing was a sham. Sent by Bucky, probably based off of something that’s happening to Elektra… they sent you a fake email with a doctored balance sheet, for reasons I’m not sure about. Maybe to get back at someone who’s actually in Dior’s good graces?”

“A fake email?” MJ’s mouth is agape, and she scrolls through her phone, and you watch as the power of a thousand suns suddenly light up inside her eyes. “A fake fucking email?!”

“MJ-”

“No. No. That’s literally so-” MJ starts cursing, things you would never repeat to your own mother if she somehow made an ill-advised appearance in your life again. “God, I spent literal weeks if not months worrying and crying about this- it made me feel anxious about the wedding stuff too- and you’re telling me it was basically an elaborate prank? I would’ve just not shown up to New York Fashion Week and then shit really would’ve gotten real!”

It’s starting to make sense to you now. Bucky and Elektra would somewhat benefit from less competition if MJ was blacklisted from Dior’s shows, especially because she dared to just not come after being given the privilege of modelling for them.

She jumps off her seat at the counter, grabbing your shoulders, and you’re taken aback, sputtering in the face of MJ’s rage. Peter hoists her a bit away from you, or at least- he tries to, his arms coming up under hers, and he’s dangling her up in the air, but MJ has a lot of strength, especially when she’s upset, and her fingers hurt a little as they tighten and squeeze around your shoulders.

“Lettie. Tell me right now. Should I kick them out? Is there potential for them doing worse since they’re here?” MJ huffs out, and you breathe a sigh of relief that MJ isn’t actually upset at you.

“Considering Bucky had his hands all over Howlett earlier, I don’t think there’s any lower you can get.” Peter mutters, clearly still kind of pissed over that. His jaw clenches with tension, and then he finally pulls MJ aside, and she stands, crossing her arms.

“Sorry, Lettie. Bucky really can be creepy, but I thought he would know better at a wedding.” She rolls her eyes. “That does it- I’m uninviting them.”

“Now?” You ask, but MJ is already walking towards the backyard entrance, and you and Peter give each other a look before following her. “Wait- MJ, hang on!”

“What?” She stops for one moment and Peter shakes his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks gently, and MJ inhales, her chest puffing up, red anger spreading from her heart to her face.

“Of course I want to do this! I feel like killing them, how could they- how could they do that to me? I’m sick of being nice to assholes.” MJ breaks into a brisk run, but you grab her arm, and get yanked forward as you do your best to stop her.

Models and their long legs- Peter swallows a laugh as he watches you, with your shorter stature, attempt to pull back MJ, and he easily helps you just by holding her other arm.

“MJ, listen. Think carefully.” You whisper to her, and she’s still upset but she is listening. “You have a lot of potential notoriety if you kick them out now. There are people everywhere- other models invited, networking people, hell, even Harry’s tech corporation people. You could be infamous for the wrong reasons, and not everyone knows about the email thing.”

“But… But I…” MJ sighs, knowing that you’re right. “God, for just once in my life I wanted to give it to them. I wanted them to feel like they were tiny, small, like I did for the last few weeks. And they really, really deserve it.”

“You can still do that.” Peter remarks, but he looks upset, and rightfully so that MJ had had such a hard time. “Just do it when there are no consequences to you.”

MJ takes it in, and after careful consideration, tells you guys what she thinks. “I’m going to keep them here- I want to be totally in control of how they find out that they’ll be banned from any proper fashion house shows indefinitely. After I tell Dior all about it, of course. Might as well take the high road for now so it all comes crashing down later.”

MJ sounds rather giddy, almost borderline evil, but you have to let her have it for once. The nicest people are the scariest when they’re pushed to their limits.

A chill breeze enters the Villa as she pulls you and Peter outside- the rest of the night is a blur of dancing, where you and MJ screeching songs in each others’ faces, relief about everything clearly making her mood a lot better than it was previously.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, or when you managed to get back upstairs to your bedroom, but you wake up pretty late.

“What?” You murmur as you check your phone. It’s 4:00 PM. “Oh, fuck.”

You sleepily sit up, and surprisingly, you don’t have a hangover- but it’s probably only because you’ve slept so long. You wonder where everyone is.

Someone knocks on your door, and you tell them to come in. It’s Gwen, her trademark small smile and platinum blonde hair making you feel less tired already.

“Hey, Lettie.” She sits on your bed, and you feel kind of dishevelled for having slept so long. “I thought I’d come by to tell you to get ready.”

“Huh?”

“Oh. I guess you didn’t know?” Gwen plays with a strand of her hair, and looks apologetic. “Today is the bachelorette party, and the bachelor party, but of course we’re going to MJ’s bachelorette party. I hope you’re okay with partying even more- it’s at some swanky club.”

“Oh.” You yawn, and you shake your head. “Meh, whatever. It’s just one crazy week- for the rest of my life I’ll be super moderate and healthy.”

Gwen giggles. “It’s good to see you’re up to it. I can’t imagine what MJ would have said if you weren’t there.”

After a bit of showering and preening and cleaning yourself up, you’re given your bachelorette dress by Gwen. Natalia, Kitty, Wanda, Betty, and Gayle (MJ’s sister) are in your room as well. It’s nice to be with them- you remember Gayle is like uber responsible and she combs your hair back and zips you into your dress before you can even ask for help. Betty is pretty nice, but she’s always in a bit of a mood. Natalia, Kitty, and Wanda are actually a lot sweeter than you would’ve assumed- they only offer helpful tips on fashion and no one is out to criticize you.

You blankly wonder where Elektra could be, if she’s even invited to the whole affair. She must be- but perhaps she’s getting ready on her own. Perhaps MJ is slowly beginning to ice her out.

Everyone is giggling, gossiping, getting ready- and you feel like this is what sisterhood is all about sometimes. The intimacy of the beautification process is one that you’re not sure men understand. By the end of all the dressing up, accessorising, and makeup, everyone looks kinda matching. The style is glitz, sparkle, as much as you could possible adorn on yourselves- there are little gems glued on your face, sparkly highlighter everywhere, and everyone just looks glowing, ethereal, shiny. Like a bunch of fairies.

MJ’s bought eight matching dresses in style- bodycon, spaghetti strap dresses that are mid thigh length, accentuating your figure, and just bedazzled in a million tiny gems. Reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe’s infamous Happy-Birthday-Mr. President dress, just a lot shorter. Yours is in a burnt red colour that screams red hot spice- MJ’s is a deep, sultry midnight-blue, Betty is of course in black as usual, Gayle is in green, and Gwen is in a pretty plum. Kitty and Natalia are matching- they’re in a pretty opalesque seashell pink- and Wanda is in wine. Despite the colours ranging so wildly, the shimmer of the jewels on your dresses unify the lot of you.

“We look like a girl group.” You point out, and everyone flashes a silly pose. You take a picture of the eight of you- just for the memories and all that.

After just a second of deliberation, you post it to your Instagram story- it’ll be gone in 24 hours, and you haven’t been posting anything for the whole trip. Why not, right?

Peter responds to it almost instantly.

pbp replied to your story: not fair

pbp: you cant just post a picture like this and not expect me to come n see you

littlewolverine: it looks that good?

pbp: better than that. you look gorgeous

littlewolverine: what about everyone else in the picture peter

pbp: there are other ppl in the picture?

littlewolverine: omg stop lol

pbp: just kidding. Everyone looks great but u just drew my attention first. I LOVE the dress

littlewolverine: thank you :)

pbp: you should do full glam more often lol. Stop hiding in ur giant sweaters in your room

littlewolverine: I’ll do that if u do the same thing lol. Stop hiding ur muscles 👀 i saw them on the beach

pbp: ohhh so u were checking me out? if i had known that i would’ve built more muscle

littlewolverine: no no. you are fine the way you are, promise.

littlewolverine: so what are u guys wearing?

pbp sent a picture.

You open it, and it’s a picture of Harry, Peter, Bucky (!), Miles, and three tech bros you don’t recognize. They’re wearing fancy dress pants, button up shirts, and suspenders. Very sophisticated, old-money, Italian aesthetic.

littlewolverine: im surprised buck is there

pbp: that’s the first thing u have to say?? wow

littlewolverine: sorry. Are u sure you’re not secretly italian? How do u pull this off so well? Very hot 10/10 no notes. Love the suspenders too.

pbp: i think MJ is gonna let buck and elektra “have” the upper hand for now… and then destroy them later.

littlewolverine: wow that’s dark. But they deserve that

pbp: anyways thanks howlett. Wasn’t really feeling the look but u changed my mind. I think im gonna go become a part of that mafia aesthetic that the youth enjoy so much

littlewolverine: hahahaha

littlewolverine: you’ll surely become a top ten tiktok star or whatever it is. Idk either

pbp: we’re old as fuck.

Although bachelorette parties are fun, and you enjoy conversing and dancing with the girls- Elektra is the only one who’s a bit ostracized and she seems secretly panicked as to why- you spend most of the evening texting Peter. You can’t help it- he’s just that funny and annoyingly distracting.

pbp: uhhh there’s a stripper dancing on the bar counter now. howlett what do i do

littlewolverine: idk man, look at her, don’t look at her? Up to u really

pbp: but do i look at her bc i respect her as a person and im not shaming her for her work? Or do i not look at her bc i disagree with a world that has normalized female bodies as sexual objects, and has generally coerced women into feeling comfortable w that?

littlewolverine: uhHHhhhhhh. Okay ask her if she had no other choice but to become a stripper. And then decide from there, you wise philosopher lol

pbp: thanks for the advice. I think im gonna look away because she’s giving some of the tech bros a lap dance… and uhhhhh out of respect to u ofc

littlewolverine: whaaat. im chill w it

pbp: not to make u feel bad. but what about what happened w mj?

littlewolverine: that’s totally different, this is a random stripper. Feelings and best friends are way more heavy. I thought u were emotionally literate lol

pbp: so u wont mind if i get a lap dance from this lady?

littlewolverine: ah, u got me there. Okay, but only if im allowed to get one from some random male stripper

littlewolverine: I kid, i kid. I wont do that lol. Anyways its fine if you want to, its not like we’re official

pbp: omg

pbp: howlett come on i was joking too. Why tf would i do that?

pbp: and we’re not official YET. im not screwing that up for something stupid i dont even care about

littlewolverine: oh idk. I didnt want to screw up either lol. What if i was putting too much pressure on u to commit

pbp: I want to commit lol. Im waiting for the signal from u

littlewolverine: okay. Maybe when things are less busy. and we can actually be alone. then it’ll happen.

Peter sends a bunch of heart emojis and you feel your heart swell with warmth and all those gooey feelings that you swore you’d never feel again.

“You’re totally glued to your phone.” Gwen says as she sits next to you, taking a break from the dancing. She’s sweating a lot, and she takes a long drink of water.

“Ah, well… I don’t know. Maybe parties aren’t my thing.” You try to make an excuse, but Gwen gives you that smile, where she already knows what’s up.

“And Peter Parker is definitely your thing, right?” She jokes, and you blush but nod ever so timidly. It’s the first time you’ve really admitted that this is happening, and Gwen squees and hugs you.

“I knew it! You guys are so meant to be. Miles always said that you have chemistry with him.” Gwen confesses and you wonder if it’s just been that obvious to everyone else, all these years.

Peter, on the other hand, is being pulled into the dance circle by Miles, at their own respective party. He didn’t even get a chance to see you in all your glamour at the Villa, try as he might- everyone was ushered away before he could steal a moment with you.

He resists the urge to check his phone, and eventually, leans against the bar counter with Harry, who looks solemn.

“Hey, Har.” Peter tries to be gentle, because of his last rocky conversation together with him.

“Ah. Peter.” Harry wordlessly holds up his fist for a fist bump, which Peter gratefully does. “How’s the party for you?”

“It’s fine… I’ve spent most of the time texting Howlett.” Peter admits, and Harry laughs.

“Did I knock some sense into you?”

“...Maybe.” Peter grimaces and then laughs. “Okay, yeah. I needed to hear it- that I wasn’t treating her right.”

Harry nods, and then decides to be honest. “Actually. I needed to hear some harsh truths from you, too. I was kind of ignoring MJ and what she wanted. And it wasn’t all perfect and fixed until you said something.”

Peter shrugs. “You would’ve fixed it anyways. What happened?”

Harry pauses. “I think I was getting too preoccupied with Oscorp. Dad is really on my ass about taking it seriously, and I am, I just… I didn’t talk to MJ for a bit because I thought she’d freak on me about it. Sometimes we argue about who’s doing what correctly and I just kinda ghosted her about it.”

“Hey, at least you talked to her about, right?” Peter feels bad. “Sorry that I made you out to be some sort of serial cheater. I just remember in high school, and even college, you kinda used to be on-and-off with MJ a lot.”

Harry snickers. “Yeah, that wasn’t very healthy of me, was it? But we got over that a while back. MJ told me if I was really, truly serious about her, I wouldn’t keep leaving her hanging like that, and she had a point. I couldn’t imagine being without her- and that’s why I wanted you to do the same thing with Howlett, you blind idiot.”

“I knew that couldn’t be your own knowledge. MJ really taught you everything, didn’t she.” Peter comments and Harry immediately starts punching him jokingly, before letting go of his fist and admitting that it’s kinda true.

Peter coughs but he’s all good. He’s happy. He’s glad to have you, Harry, and MJ at his side again.

His phone beeps with another text from you.

littlewolverine: omg look at this

You’ve sent him a picture of a spider crawling up the wall, and the next picture is of it landing on Elektra, and the very last thing is a video of her running and MJ laughing in the background.

pbp: HAHAHAHA

pbp: serves her right i think

littlewolverine: bet she wishes she had a you to come and save her. Remember when we were fifteen and u had to come get rid of the spider in my washroom at the hotel?

pbp: remember??? You think ive forgotten that? you were still wearing your swimsuit and i think i spent the rest of that trip thinking about that

littlewolverine: omg noooo why? That was not a cute look on me… dad bought that bikini for me without consultation lol

pbp: teenage boys are really horny howlett. you think im gonna be picky when that was maybe the closest id ever been to a semi naked girl at that point? nah.

littlewolverine: wowww so you were only horny bc it could’ve been any girl??

littlewolverine: #blockedandreported

pbp: ok fine maybe it had something to do with you being the girl.

littlewolverine: Sent a picture.

Peter opens the picture and blinks- you’re becoming way more confident at teasing him, he can tell, and he feels heat rushing from his face to his neck and even further below that. It’s just you, in the washroom mirror of the club, except- just for this private intimate moment captured in this picture- you’ve pulled down your dress, straps and all, so your top half is showing. You’re still wearing your bra, of course, but this is the most erotically charged picture from you that he’s ever gotten, and he’s not thinking clearly anymore, not when he can clearly see your cleavage.

pbp: show more? Please?

littlewolverine: you can see it in person lol.

pbp: noooo faaaaiiiir. are u gonna walk out of the washroom like that? do i have to be jealous of everyone in the club?

littlewolverine: no you dumbass. this is a private picture just for u and i already pulled my dress back up.

pbp: im excited to pull it back down in person lol.

Unfortunately for Peter, the partying lasted until 2:00 AM, and by the time everyone made it back to the Villa, he was too tired to come sneak into your room and very possibly annihilate you with all this pent up lust he keeps feeling.

So now it’s Thursday. July 20th. One day before the wedding, meant to be a chill day of planning and preparing.

But it’s the hottest day of the summer so far, apparently. Almost 35 degrees celsius, or 95 degrees fahrenheit, which is just horrible.

The air conditioning is on max- everyone is sitting around various parts of the house trying to fan themselves, and yet, it’s not enough. The sweaty, sticky feeling is palpable- most people have gone shirtless at this point. You swear you can see the heat waves emanating through the air.

You’re wearing a big tee-shirt, loose cotton shorts, and a cropped tank top underneath the shirt for some modesty. You’re very close to just taking off your shirt.

Your dad is really complaining. He’s shirtless and lying face down on the tiles. “Kid. Throw some ice cubes on me, will ya?”

“Uhhh… okay.” You peel yourself off the leather couch, your bare thighs sticking to the hot cushions, and walk towards the fridge in the kitchen. Every step feels like more heat is wafting towards you and sticking to you.

Peter’s in the kitchen, and he’s putting his whole head inside a giant bowl of ice cold water. He sees you approaching and pulls his head out, water from his hair splashing over his bare upper body and the floor.

“Don’t you dare-!” You shriek, but to no avail, because Peter picks you up and shakes his wet hair all over you, and now you’re covered in water too.

“Isn’t that better, Howlett? You’re not as hot now, right?” Peter holds you close as you try to open the freezer for some ice. “Where are you going?”

“I’m trying to get away from you, you soaking wet monkey-” You dart under his arms and open the freezer.

“You’d probably feel less hot if you took off your shirt.” Peter slyly attempts to say, and you roll your eyes at how transparent he can be. “Not that I can’t already see through your shirt. Nice neon-green tank you got on there.”

“Ugh!” You take out the ice tray and leave it on the counter. “Thanks, Peter.”

You pull off your now see-through top, and Peter cannot ignore the way you’re glowing, little water droplets attached to your already flushed, sweaty skin, on the little bare stripe of your stomach that the tank top reveals, and he gets this impossible urge to just lean in and kiss you especially because your mouth is just agape because of the heat, and he wants to take your mouth for his own pleasure.

He leans in, and you look up at him- and Peter traces back your hair, and he feels increasingly frustrated that he hasn’t planted one on you yet, (the last time, he recalls with some amusement, is when you were both nine, and he doesn’t think that really counts because you fell on top of him over a sandcastle) so he pulls your face upwards and kisses you with a deep inhale, his lips gently-yet-firmly plying against your own, and it’s with immense satisfaction that Peter feels you kiss back, and he’s so glad he finally gets to know what it’s like to kiss you after fantasizing about it this whole week, and he feels that you’re so soft and sweet and he just wants to pull you further into his arms, and he’s just beginning to swirl his tongue against your own when he hears a very loud cough in the background.

You pull away sheepishly, your hair all dishevelled from Peter’s insistent hands, and grimace at your father. “Hey, dad…”

Logan takes the ice cubes that you apparently took to long to give to him, and starts rubbing them on his shoulders. His massive, muscular shoulders, Peter thinks with a gulp.

“Hey, kid. Just leave the room for a bit. Me and Pete need to have a chat.” Logan states, and you immediately turn apprehensive.

“Wait- Dad- It’s not Peter’s fault, if you’re gonna yell at him- you gotta yell at me too!” You cross your arms, and Peter looks towards the ground, feeling much younger than his 26 years of age. “I’m an adult woman. You can’t just-”

Logan goes up-bup-bup-bup and silences you, pushing you out the kitchen door and shutting it. You sit down on the tiles in frustration, and try your best to listen through the door.

“Peter. C’mere.” Logan sits at one of the barstools, and Peter follows, feeling an ominous level of dread. “I’m not gonna kill you for laying one on my daughter- that’s still her choice, even if I question her taste.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m not letting you off so easy.” Logan stares at his hands, and thinks about how you spent quite literally years being depressed over Peter, even if you wouldn’t say as much. “Listen. Lettie might’ve forgiven you for whatever happened between the two of you- but that kid is my whole life. This is the first time in a long time I’ve actually seen her happy.”

Peter nods, unsure of what he could say to that.

“But this comes at a price, alright? She’s happy, yeah, but you have no idea how upset she was without you.” Logan sounds rather pissed off and Peter flinches. “I better not see you using her and then leaving her behind again. Because I will come after you for that, even if Lettie tries to save your ass.”

“I won’t do that.” Peter responds almost immediately. “I’m not saying I wasn’t an idiot back then, but I would never do that. I really- I love her a lot. I just didn’t know it before.”

Peter has to stop himself from looking at Logan’s taken back expression, but he is surprised to find that Logan claps his hand on his back.

“And she loves you. At least I think she does.” Logan admits, and Peter wonders if you’ll ever tell him that. “I’m just saying. Don’t be stupid with my daughter this time around.”

“Yes, sir.” Peter replies, and Logan shakes his hand, before opening the door again.

You’re leaning against it, and you fall back against the tiles, before pulling yourself up in a rush.

“Dad? You didn’t beat him up?” You genuinely sound confused, and Peter starts laughing.

“He’s all yours, kid.” Logan ruffles your head, and you immediately start pestering Peter to explain what that means as Logan walks away.

Peter enjoys how you blabber on at him about your confusion and why Logan seems so okay with the whole thing, not that he was ever going to forbid you from dating someone, but he has his moments of being protective, and Peter wonders what he could say to answer your questions, maybe he could really confess his love for you as he had just accidentally done with Logan- but he decides to just lean in and kiss you again.

Maybe he’ll tell you later.

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buckyseddie · 2 years

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unexpected chances

pairings — logan (james) howlett x fem!mutant!reader, featuring bff!rogue x bff!fem!mutant!reader

summary — in which, there was always something there, but after unexpected circumstances, something changes.

word count — 8.5k.

warnings — ANGST, fluff, reader and logan having a BIT of an age-gap because i’m a sl*t for him and i wanted to write the reader’s age similar to mine (i know, i know, i sound like a psycho), use of pet-names [sweetheart, babydoll, kid], this is in the timeline from before the logan movie, just like logan, the reader has her own fair share of trauma, mentions of reader having serious mental health issues and HUGE anger issues, mentions of abusive relationship with parents, mentions of reader having a teeny, tiny bit of a crush on and having romantic feelings for logan in the past AND the present, mentions of reader taking some lives due to her out of control powers in the beginning of finding out that she was a mutant, mutual pining but also both reader and logan having denial phases and both refusing to accept that there’s something more to their relationship, rogue kind of being unfair to reader, but really just acting out of concern for her friend (she makes up for it in the end, i promise), KIDNAPPING (by victor of course, because why not), protective!logan, plenty of confessions, forehead touches, kisses, also brief mentions of reader’s powers, logan calling reader hot (yes, i think this is a warning), rogue playing cupid/match-maker.

note — Y’ALL... so, i just started to rewatch all of the x-men movies recently (in order of course!) but my love and obsession that i once had for logan and hugh when i was younger is back. and i thought, what better way to get through that is, not only fake scenarios every night because logan is a very fine-ass character and literally is the loml, but ALSO, maybe make a fic to get most of my thoughts and etc., of him out! anyways, i hope this one is enjoyable. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much appreciated and encouraged <3.

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SHE HAD OTHER THINGS TO deal with, rather than ogle the extremely attractive older man that arrived at the school a long while back.

she wanted to, because… come on! that man has no right being so handsome.

but, she wouldn’t — she couldn’t.

she couldn’t deal with anything other than trying to keep herself in complete control and trying to help others, despite all of the pain she’s caused.

“[y/n]? is everything alright?” a familiar voice speaks up in confusion and concern in the darkness of the room, completely snapping the young woman out of her thoughts.

she snaps her head up in surprise, inhaling in relief that it’s just her younger friend — and not the brooding man who seems to always be studying and watching her closely.

“rogue, hey,” she murmurs in greeting, before getting up to walk over to the freezer, searching for her usual tub of ice cream.

after grabbing a spoon, and she moves to sit down on one of the stools, [y/n] shrugs as she lifts the lid off.

swirling her spoon around, before getting herself a spoonful of ice cream and shoveling the first bite into her mouth, she finally gives the girl stood in front of her an answer, “i’m fine. i promise.”

she sighs, not believing her for even a second.

“you sure?”

[y/n] stares down at her spoon for a second, before deciding to stick it inside of the tub of ice cream, so that it’s standing on it’s own, before glancing up.

“yes. i’m fine — like always.”

then, it’s a shock to both girls when heavy footsteps become noticeable, until the famous wolverine is grumpily walking over to the fridge to grab something to drink.

thank god for the secret stash of beer he hid in there prior to when he’d first arrived at the mansion.

“hey, logan. can’t sleep?” rogue asks the man with a tired smile placed on her lips.

he grunts in acknowledgement as the other girl shrinks into herself and becomes too quiet.

both rogue and logan notice this immediately.

with a sigh, [y/n] goes to dig further into her ice cream, in order to ignore looking up at her friend and the older man.

“really, [y/n]?”

“w—what?” she stutters, mouth now full of a scoop of ice cream, beginning to finally look up.

she quickly becomes confused as rogue wears an annoyed expression.

as he notices the tension growing between the two girls, logan can’t help finding his stomach tied in knots at the adorably confused look on [y/n]’s face.

then, he shakes his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts and forcefully focuses on drinking his beer.

“i know you’re hurting. why won’t you just admit it?”

irritation burns beneath [y/n]’s tough-guarded walls, but she doesn’t show it.

she just frowns, before speaking in noticeably irritated tone of voice. “i’m fine. why won’t you accept that?”

rogue rolls her eyes.

“because i know — everyone knows — the truth. and i won’t sit here and watch my friend destroy herself!” she exclaims in pure irritation.

logan, who just wanted to relax for a bit before trying to get back to bed, stands awkwardly, fully not expecting the conversation to get so tense.

but, as he sees the hurt look in [y/n]’s eyes, he sighs.

“kid, why don’t you calm down a bit? getting upset with each other isn’t going to fix this situation.”

he steps towards rogue, placing a light hand over her covered shoulder, trying to get her to calm down.

but, she only angrily shrugs off his hand and takes one more look at her friend frustratedly. “don’t come crying to me when you lose everyone. again.”

then, she storms off.

as she watches her friend walk away from her, [y/n] takes in a deep breath, trying to ignore the blurring tears that begin to cloud up in her eyes.

with another sharp breath, she ignores the stare of logan as she frowns.

she knows that she doesn’t actually want to lose anyone else, even if she is pushing everyone away.

but, what else can she do? she’s just too dangerous, and she knows deep down that she doesn’t deserve anyone’s love or worry.

biting down on her bottom lip once again, she places her spoon down beside her tub of ice cream on the table.

then, she rapidly blinks away the tears, the best that she can, before grabbing the lid and placing it back on the top, and walking over to the freezer to put it back inside.

then, as she walks over to the sink with her spoon in hand, she’s completely aware of logan’s eyes on her, watching her every move, while she rinses the spoon off, before setting it down in the sink.

she places her hands against the counter as she leans against it, the newly fresh tears appearing again.

suddenly, it becomes hard to breathe as she tries to ask herself if pushing everyone away really is the answer.

but, she knows that she doesn’t see any other way.

“you know… she’s right.” logan states, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

hearing this, she sighs in irritation.

“and why… do you say that, logan?” she asks tightly, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice as much as possible.

she still stays leaning against the counter, back facing him.

“she shouldn’t have said it like... that, but she’s right. if you keep pushing everyone you care about away, you’re going to lose them. and then, you won’t have anyone left — you’ll be completely alone.”

with a frustrated sigh, [y/n] finally turns around. “did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, that’s the whole damn point?”

logan raises a brow at her, becoming shocked by her answer.

“and why is that?”

she groans, rolling her eyes, before raising her hands up in the air in complete and utter frustration. “maybe… because i don’t deserve for people to still care, okay?”

her voice finally wavers in emotion, making it all too obvious of how much she’s been hurting — how she’s really just a good actor when it comes to hiding her feelings.

he sighs, waiting for her to continue on.

“you want to know why i’m like this? why i insist on being alone? it’s because i’ve hurt people — i’ve even killed people before. so, don’t stand there and ask me why i do this, like it’s the strangest thing in the world. because we both know that you understand how it feels to have hurt people and not want to get more people close to you because they could get hurt.” she exclaims, rolling her eyes when his eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

“that was because you didn’t have control over your powers, back then. that’s not your fault, you know.” he states, stepping forward after realizing how hurt the young woman really is.

“yes, it was! logan, you don’t get it! no one does. i didn’t just lose control of my powers! i snapped, okay? the things i heard being said to and about me, and the things people did to me, it made me so angry. i felt full of hatred. and… i could feel it all so intensely — i could feel the darkness taking over. i wasn’t that same happy girl i once was — i was evil. and i still am.” she exclaims again, not really caring who hears the conversation anymore.

i mean, everyone is — except for logan and rogue, and the professors, of course — already terrified of her. and rightfully so.

so, it’s not like she needs to worry about anyone finding out the truth, because everyone already knows it all.

or, at least that’s what she thinks.

logan sighs, going to walk over to her to comfort her, but she flinches, before backing away.

“n—no. please. don’t touch me. everyone just needs to stop treating me like i’m the innocent victim. because i’m not. okay?”

tears fill her eyes, once more, as logan freezes in his place, an overwhelming amount of worry over the young woman completely consuming him.

he doesn’t ever want to admit it, but ever since he met her, he’s grown very protective of her.

then, she brushes past him, the feeling of not being able to breathe becoming more intense and hard to ignore.

it looks like that night will be another sleepless night filled with not only a wild panic attack, but also, nightmares.

as he watches her rush off in the direction of her room, logan sighs.

she’s right.

he knows exactly what it feels like.

but, seeing that it’s hurting her — and rogue — to do it, makes him see it in a different way.

—————

THE NEXT FEW WEEKS ARE miserable for [y/n].

she makes a point to avoid both rogue and logan.

what she doesn’t understand though, is why logan had seemed so concerned for her well-being.

even though, that conversation got a little too personal and intense for the both of them, it’s not like either of them are even that close.

so… why did he care so much?

even if she is curious about it, she’s not going to risk another conversation with him, just because she wants answers.

it’s not worth it. right?

but, one thing she does know, is that both rogue and logan were right — she finally is all alone.

and now? she doesn’t know what to do with that information. what can she do with that?

it’s not like she actually wants to be alone — it’s just how she acts and perceives herself as.

and it’s mostly because she knows she has to protect everyone from herself. especially, when she feels so damn dangerous.

walking through the halls one morning, still in the process of ignoring and avoiding her only friend and the older man that she always seemed to secretly like, she keeps her head ducked down.

then, something — or rather, someone — crashes into her side.

it causes her to lose her balance and for all of her carefully organized things to tumble out of her arms.

the sound of the crash catches everyone’s attention — this much, [y/n] realizes. considering, she’d been walking through the main room — the living room — of the x-mansion.

even a few teachers look over in concern at the sudden noise.

rogue is hanging out with bobby when she hears the crash.

even as she sees her friend bending down to nervously and shakily grab her things, she can’t help feeling guilty for how she’d treated her that night, and how she’d left her so easily.

but, that guilt and regret soon morphs into worry in only seconds when she realizes who had purposely rammed their body into [y/n]’s.

as she moves to stand back up, her things safely tucked into her arms and pressed against her chest, [y/n] opens her mouth to let out repetitive apologies for her clumsiness.

but, as she sees who it is that had ran into her, she gapes as ashamed tears begin to cloud her eyes. “m—mom? w—what… what are you doing here?”

the woman stood before her glares at her.

“i came here to see if there’s anyone else you’ve hurt along the way. other than your father, of course.” there’s no worry or concern in her tone of voice, though, whatsoever.

[y/n] gulps nervously, trying to ignore her mother’s hurtful words — being insulted or aggravated always leads to her losing control of her powers and her anger.

once she sees the way the woman is making her best friend hurt so badly in a matter of seconds, rogue begins to step forward.

but, her boyfriend seems to understand what she’s about to do, and grabs her arm.

“wait. maybe you shouldn’t get involved.”

rogue stares at bobby in complete and utter disbelief.

“are you serious, right now? bobby, she’s my best friend. i can’t just sit by and watch as her mother digs her stupid little comments at her.” she tells him, not being able to help feeling so offended that her boyfriend is asking her to stay out of it.

with a sigh, bobby defeatedly lets go of her arm.

he watches nervously as rogue walks over to stand beside her friend.

“no offense, ms. [y/m/n], but you need to leave. you’re not welcome here, and you have no right to walk in here and try to hurt one of this school’s best mutants.” she spits the words out venomously, shocking [y/n].

“rogue—” [y/n] starts to say, worried that her saying something like that to her mother might make things worse, even if she does appreciate her defending her.

“no. this whole situation has gone way too far. you don’t deserve to be treated like this, and i am sick and tired of her treating you like you did something wrong!”

“please, rogue—”

“no! i know you think you did something wrong and that you’re damaged. but, you’re not. you did everything you could to protect everyone and you still are. and the people you’ve hurt? that’s not on you — you couldn’t control your powers and it’s about time that you realize that and accept it.” rogue finishes saying, turning to face her friend.

[y/n] senses the tears beginning to cloud her eyes, but this time — unlike any other time — she doesn’t bother trying to hide them.

then, rogue turns back to face her friend’s cruel mother, a stony look in her eyes. “and it’s about time that she gets that, too. because this whole ‘marching in the school to humiliate and torture you’ thing isn’t happening. ever again. at least, not when i’m around.”

for a moment, [y/n] forgets about her mother completely; she just stares at her friend in surprise and awe.

a gentle smile makes its way to her lips.

all she knows now, is that she has an amazingly loyal friend — the best friend she’s ever had.

“t—thank you, rogue. for… saying that.”

the two girls share the same platonically caring look, before remembering of [y/n]’s mother’s annoying presence standing in front of them.

“you two make me sick. the fact that you don’t see that she will destroy you and everything you’ve ever loved is embarrassing.”

before she can say anything else, or for [y/n] to fully react to her mother’s angry words, logan, who’d been standing with the other teachers, steps forward with a hard look placed on his face.

“alright, that’s enough. you’re not welcome here — you need to leave. now.”

[y/m/n] scoffs in disbelief and disgust.

“you are all fools!” she yells, before she begins to walk towards the entrance doors to the school.

[y/n] sighs in relief as soon as her mother’s back is facing her.

she turns to both logan and rogue with an expression full of appreciation.

“t—thank you — both of you.” she barely even says it with more than a whisper and almost struggles to even get the words out — she still feels guilty for the way she’d treated the both of them.

rogue nods and smiles, placing her hand over her friend’s shoulder to show her response, while logan simply nods in acknowledgement.

but, the three of them had celebrated a little bit too soon.

because, in only a few moments, her mother turns back to face her with that same disgusted expression placed on her face.

“you know… they might accept you now. but, eventually, they will turn on you and then, you’ll have no one left on your side,” she begins to say, finding satisfaction in the hurt look that takes over her daughter’s face.

“when that happens, i won’t be there to comfort you — you’ll be utterly and completely alone and miserable.”

she smirks when [y/n]’s breath catches in her throat and she finally allows the tears to fall.

then, she breathes heavily, before sharply turning around and running in the direction of her room.

with an annoyed sigh, rogue turns to the spiteful woman standing at the door.

“you just have to make everyone else miserable, too, huh?” after spitting out those words, she races off in the direction of where her friend had rushed off in.

logan clenches his jaw as he glares angrily at [y/n]’s mother.

he had known that her mother wasn’t exactly supportive of the start of her mutation — everyone knows that part — but it seems, he underestimated the situation.

because… no wonder [y/n]’s always been so hard on herself.

because when the people who are supposed to always love you unconditionally, no matter what, don’t believe in you anymore, it’s hard to not hate yourself, like they do.

that’s why she’s so hard on herself and believes that there’s something wrong with her — why she believes that she’s evil.

because of this woman.

she had ruined her daughter’s potential to believe in herself and to lead a happy life, where she isn’t being held back by her past mistakes.

“you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, you know that? what kind of person finds it enjoyable to torture their child?” he questions, not being able to help feeling so protective of the young girl.

[y/m/n] scoffs again.

“once again, i have to say this. you. are. a. fool,” she annoyedly states, stepping closer to him. “that girl… is not my daughter — not anymore. she is only a monster. and the fact that all of you keep coddling her, proves my point of you all being fools to trust her. she’ll turn on you, just like she did with my family and the countless others that died in what you guys like to refer to as ‘the accident’.”

his jaw ticks, once more, realizing where the terrible, negative mindset of [y/n]’s really came from.

“you have no idea what you’ve done to her, do you?” he tensely asks in a harsh tone of voice as he steps closer to her, all the while trying to keep his emotions and frustrations in check.

the woman simply crosses her arms over her chest, seriously not understanding how so many people are willing to defend her daughter for so long, with no hesitation.

she raises a brow in question, further irritating the hell out of logan.

“do you not realize that you are the exact reason that she hates herself so much? why she refuses to let anyone in, or to allow herself to be happy for just one second? you blame her for what happened, but you should be blaming yourself for it.”

she scowls, before speaking tightly, “and why should i blame myself when it is her fault that my husband and innocent people are dead?”

“you know why? none of that shit would’ve happened, if you and your family actually took some time to show your daughter that she was loved. maybe, if you had accepted her and showed her that there was nothing wrong with her, maybe, just maybe, those people would still be alive, and maybe, your daughter wouldn’t have lost control and wouldn’t have begun to hate herself. all of that isn’t on her. it’s on you.” he spits out angrily, almost losing his cool.

she rolls her eyes, but logan doesn’t care if his words hurt her.

in his head, she deserves to be hurt in the way that she had hurt her daughter. maybe, even more.

“and stop calling her a monster. because she’s not — she’s far from it. if you actually tried to understand her and get to know her as she is now, you’d know that she’s a good person with a compassionate heart — someone who’s only trying to make up for her wrongs and make people feel safe with her,” he backs away, feeling content with saying what he truly feels deep inside his heart. “but, you won’t. because you refuse to see her as the hero she is.”

with seeing that his words have gotten to her, he watches smugly as she angrily walks out the door and out of the mansion.

—————

SHE REFUSES TO LEAVE HER room for a week after that.

she just couldn’t bear to face anyone after her mother had practically stormed in and humiliated her in front of the entire school.

though, the fact that it was logan and rogue, too — that had also witnessed it — is the real reason she hadn’t wanted to face anyone.

rogue is her best friend and she already always feels like a handful. she didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed with her overbearing issues.

and logan? well, she could never admit it, but she’s always liked him.

even if there’s a big age gap between the two of them — him being like a hundred years old, and her only being nineteen — she has always feared that he doesn’t think of her like that or that he has a problem with how far apart their ages are.

but, most of all, she has just always wanted to try to seem tough and strong around him.

so, being insulted in front of him like that — by her own mother? she obviously took that really hard.

and most of all, she just feels too embarrassed to face him.

rogue had tried countless times to get her friend to let her in.

but, to no avail, she wouldn’t open the door — no matter how many times her friend had begged her to.

though, logan didn’t bother trying to get her to let him in to check in on her, because he wanted to give her some space, and also, because he knew that she wouldn’t want to talk to anyone for a while.

but, she had to come out for food, eventually.

everyone just needed to be patient.

and eventually, she does.

once she knows that the coast is clear and everyone has to be in their classes, [y/n] carefully and quietly races into the kitchen to grab her ice cream and a spoon.

then, she successfully gets to the spacious field of the school, slowly sitting down on the freshly cut grass.

for a few minutes, it’s peaceful as she eats some spoonfuls of her ice cream.

something about being outside — out in the nature and the calm, breezy air — always makes her feel safe and comforted.

“you just couldn’t resist the nice weather, huh, kid?” an amused, but familiar voice interrupts her moment from behind her.

she briefly jumps in surprise, before snapping her head over to see that it’s only logan standing behind her.

he chuckles at her startled expression and actions. “sorry, kid. didn’t mean to scare you.”

rather than talk about the real reason he had followed her outside, she sighs, before grumbling, “i’m not a kid anymore.”

he laughs once more.

although, this laugh leaves her speechless. it’s one of his laughs that’s extremely rare, but in the end, you know it’s genuine from how infectious it is — it’s the type of laugh that also makes you want to laugh with him.

“hey, i know that. trust me, i know you’re not a kid anymore.” he mumbles, after finally being able to stop laughing at her in amusement.

for a moment, he looks her up and done, before his gaze quickly forms into an expression of worry and concern.

“how you doing?” he asks in a soft and gentle voice, hoping that she doesn’t shut him out this time.

but, the two of them being out in the nice weather, proves to be just the thing that eases her into opening up.

despite feeling scared of being vulnerable with him, she feels safe with him.

so, she just lets it come out in waves. “mostly… i’m just hurt and embarrassed. all the things my mother said... i’ve already heard and thought it myself. but, i just hate that she said all of that in front of the whole school — everyone already hates me and fears me.”

he doesn’t say anything. he simply just looks at her in confusion.

how could she think that everyone hates and fears her, when that’s just not true?

“you know that’s not true.”

she snaps her head up and looks over at him in confusion — and even a little bit of frustration.

“are you serious right now?”

he wordlessly nods, raising a brow as if it’s that obvious.

[y/n] scoffs.

“logan, i don’t know where you got the idea that they like me. because they don’t. you just don’t see the wary and cautious looks in their eyes when i’m around. or how they’re always watching me and prepared to run off if i snap. trust me, i know fear when i see it.”

now, it’s his turn to be in disbelief and irritation. “sweetheart, you have no idea how much they admire you. do you?”

“what? n—no. no, they don’t… they… hate me.” she mumbles, refusing to believe anything other than that she’s feared by every single person in the world.

he sighs in frustration, once again.

“they don’t hate you,” he states as she finally looks over at him, still confused, but waits for him to explain what he means by that.

“yes, you did some things that you’re obviously not proud of and you’re trying to be better because of it — they see that. but, that doesn’t mean they dislike you or fear you. they’re very fond of you — a lot more than you think.”

her breath hitches in her throat as his honest expression begins to overwhelm her — she can’t tell if he’s actually telling the truth or not.

still not being able to tell, [y/n] sighs, already completely forgetting about her ice cream that is melting by every passing minute.

it’s silent for a few minutes.

then, a curious question pops up into her head, causing her to turn to face him with curiosity etched onto her face.

“logan?”

“yeah?” comes his gruff response — something completely normal coming from him.

“how… how were you able to resist the temptation to push everyone away? after all of the things you went through — and did?” she asks, now turning back to look at the sky, before she moves her knees up to her chest and holds them tightly to her chest.

she can’t face him as she asks this question, knowing how much his past still haunts him.

you’d think that he’d get mad at her for asking such a deeply personal question, or not even give her an honest answer.

but, something about her makes him feel comfortable around her — comfortable enough to open up. something that he’s never felt around anyone else before.

he knows that deep down, she needs his advice.

especially, when they both have had similar experiences in their pasts.

so, he doesn’t hesitate to give her the answer she needs.

he heaves in a deep breath, trying to put the words together, to the point where it actually makes sense. “it wasn’t easy — if that’s what you think. because it wasn’t.”

she nods, turning to face him now.

her brows furrow together as she waits for him to continue.

“truthfully, it took me a very long time to open up to anyone and actually grow as a person. my past ain’t exactly the most interesting story to be told. my story is gruesome and seriously fucked up — especially the part where i hurt people — i hurt a lot of people.”

after hearing the evident pain in his voice, from thinking back on his past, regret immediately fills [y/n].

as he clears his throat, she bites down on her bottom lip nervously, before asking another question, “did it ever go away? the guilt and all of the memories? does it ever get easier to live with?”

he sighs, immediately noticing that talking about all of this is making her more emotional — the unshed tears are proof of that.

“the reminder of it will always be there. you can’t just take those experiences out and they suddenly just don’t exist — that’s not how it works. but, it will get easier and it won’t always be so all-consuming. having people in your life to lean on does help, y’know?”

she groans as she begins to stand up.

“trust me, i’m beginning to learn that.” she mutters it so low that logan almost doesn’t hear her.

he himself stands, too, watching as she picks up the completely melted ice cream from the ground in disappointment and disgust.

“fantastic. now, i’ve wasted an entire tub of ice cream.” she mumbles annoyedly, before walking over to the only trash can that stands outside, near the doors.

he watches her in amusement, once more, chuckling at her sarcastic tone of voice and pouty expression.

hearing his laughs, she turns back to face him with an annoyed glare.

“hey! don’t laugh at me. it’s not funny!” she yells, taking him quite seriously.

once again, he uncontrollably laughs at her, causing her to simply groan.

she rolls her eyes and decides it’s time for her to just leave already.

although, when his laughter finally dies down, she hesitates, before turning back around.

“logan… thank you — for the advice. i think it might help.” she says awkwardly as he nods in both acknowledgement and understanding.

“and… for what it’s worth, i think you’re a good man. i know asking about your past probably brought back a lot of the pain. but, i don’t think your past defines you. i hope you know that you make a bigger difference on me and everyone else — more than you even realize.”

with that, she walks back inside, leaving the older man speechless — for once in his life.

—————

AFTER SOME SERIOUS SELF-REFLECTION, [Y/N] quickly learned that when logan had told her that spending time with the people she loves and cares about helps with dealing with her past and self-loathing hatred towards herself — instead of pushing them away — he meant everyone at the school.

she knew immediately that rogue would — without a doubt — be one of those people that she could lean on.

she is her best friend, after all.

that’s how she ends up in her dorm room with her friend sitting beside her.

a look of both shock and excitement is placed on rogue’s face.

then, she squeals as she lightly smacks her friend on her shoulder.

[y/n] wears a confused expression, before it turns pained as she winces, “ow, ro! don’t smack me so hard… ” she mumbles, trying to soothe the area of her shoulder that had just been brutally smacked.

rogue simply ignores her pain, knowing that she only needs to be concerned if they had a skin-to-skin type of touch situation.

“it’s not my fault you’ve just now decided to tell me about your long-time crush on logan! how could you keep this from me for so long?”

[y/n] had not only let herself vent out all of what she’d been feeling for way too long to her best friend, but she had also admitted to her hidden feelings for the older man, after having told her about the moment they had just a few weeks ago.

[y/n] only scoffs.

“that’s what you're concerned about? my feelings for him?”

rogue gives her a look, acting as if it’s all that too obvious.

“yes! now, tell me why you waited until now to tell me about this thing with logan!”

the young woman sighs in irritation, before answering truthfully, “i didn’t tell you because i know that you guys are close. i mean, he’s practically your father-figure. why in the world would i tell you about my feelings for him? that’s literally like when a girl tells her best friend that she’s in love with her dad! do you know how complicated that makes this situation?”

after a moment, [y/n] finally remembers the last thing her friend had said, “and there is no thing with him! i’m merely just one of the younger adults that lives in this mansion. that’s all.” she mumbles, an edge of her tone filled with sadness.

rogue simply rolls her eyes at her friend.

“it’s not that deep, [y/n]! it would be a different situation if you were underage. but, you’re not. and yes, he’s like a father to me. but, that doesn’t mean that i don’t support this, or that it’s uncomfortable for me,”

“besides, do you even realize how much he cares about you?”

the two girls stare pointedly at each other, as if challenging the other to prove that they aren’t lying.

after another minute of her friend still not answering her, [y/n] sighs in defeat.

she ducks her head down.

“seriously, rogue? i don’t know why you keep going on about this.”

“because you refuse to believe what i’m telling you — which, is the truth!” rogue yells in just a bit of irritation as she throws her hands up in the air in exasperation.

[y/n] groans again.

“no. he... he doesn’t feel that way about me. so, please, just drop it — don’t give me false hope.”

while the girls had been talking about logan and [y/n]’s relationship that’s so obviously filled with an unspoken connection, logan and jean were talking about almost the exact same thing.

“logan, why won’t you just admit that you love her?” jean asks in defeat, after having tried to get him to admit to his feelings for the young woman for almost an hour.

damn if that man isn’t stubborn.

he says nothing for a moment.

she raises her brows at him expectantly, waiting for him to give her an honest answer — something that he doesn’t normally do that much.

“i got no idea what the hell you mean.” is his response.

she sighs, rolling her eyes.

“you can deny it all you want, but everyone knows how you feel,” she states, before she speaks again in a casual tone of voice, “well, everyone except for [y/n].”

she shrugs when he gives her both an irritated and confused expression.

“i don’t have feelings for her — i... i can’t.” he mutters, refusing to admit the truth.

jean sighs, understanding what he means behind that statement.

“you know... no one would judge you two for being together.”

he grunts in disbelief at that.

because truth be told, he doesn’t care about the age gap — maybe, he did before when they had first met and he had developed feelings he couldn’t comprehend.

not anymore, though.

however, he does care about what other people may think of it.

it’s not that he cares about people’s opinions about him.

i mean, come on, it’s logan — he could give a shit less about how people judge or perceive him, especially when he has bigger things to worry about.

but, that doesn’t mean that [y/n] is the same way.

after all that she’s been through, it’s all too obvious that she values what others think of her.

though, little does he know that the one thing she doesn’t care for people knowing or judging her for, is logan and if they could ever truly be together.

jean sighs at this.

before she can say anything else that could possibly change his mind, she sees that look on his face — the one that tells anyone to shut the hell up.

—————

IF SHE HAD KNOWN WHAT she’d get dragged into — all because she’d stepped outside of the mansion for just a few minutes — she would’ve stayed inside the safety of her room.

[y/n] had recently been stressed out about her feelings for logan and how to deal with them — much like logan himself — so badly that she had to go outside for some fresh air.

but, little had she known that there was something — or rather, someone, really — outside, waiting for her.

then, it hadn’t been long before she had a cold hand placed over her mouth to muffle any abrupt sounds as she struggled to breathe under it.

after that, it was only seconds before the famous wolverine was walking outside, a concerned look in his eyes.

he had been searching for [y/n], worried of where she might be, considering she hadn’t been in her room.

but, when his eyes begin to slowly search his surroundings, he eventually catches the scene before him — the woman he cares for, more than anyone else in the entire world, being held by a familiar past enemy of his.

“what—” he begins to step forward, but the man removes his hand from [y/n]’s mouth and grows out his claws to press down harshly against her throat.

“make one move, and i will kill her, right here, with no fucking hesitation — you know i will.”

logan freezes in his place, holding his hands up in the air cautiously.

although he’s being careful to not get [y/n] harmed, it doesn’t keep the dark look from forming on his face at the thought of his brother trying to kill the woman he deeply cares about.

[y/n] notices the look in logan’s eyes, immediately putting it together — he knows this man.

“l—logan? w—who... who is he?” she croaks out, struggling to breathe as the sadistic man’s claws presses harder down on her throat.

as she whimpers in pain, clenching her eyes shut and tears begin to escape down to her cheeks, logan flinches — he hates seeing her in pain.

“victor, let her go. she’s got nothing to do with this. let’s just talk.” he states both cautiously and calmly, trying to keep himself from doing anything that could harm her.

she cries again as victor draws just a little bit of blood from her neck.

logan growls angrily at this, his jaw ticking tensely.

“let her go.”

his brother’s face turns cold and emotionless, before a smirk takes over his lips.

“okay.” he says simply, before slamming the end of his fist into the side of her head.

she lets out a small groan as everything goes dark.

then, she falls to the ground.

“now. let’s talk, brother.”

—————

SHE WAKES UP TO THE voices of which she had heard last before she got knocked out.

“if you touch her again, i will kill you.”

victor chuckles evilly, obviously not caring at all.

“she’s that important to you?”

“yes.” logan answers with no hesitation.

as she begins to stand up as quietly as possible, her vision still a bit blurry, his eyes catches hers.

worry quickly fills his as she bites down on her bottom lip and shakily places her pointer finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet.

“so, you would die for her, then? no hesitation?” victor continues on, drawing his brother’s attention back to him.

he raises an eyebrow. “yes?”

“yes.” logan harshly says, glaring deeply at him in anger.

as [y/n] looks around for something to use against her potential-kidnapper, she notices a broken branch lying on the ground, nearby.

thank god for that.

the good thing about it, is that it’s thick and has a pointed edge to it.

it for sure won’t do any real damage to victor.

but, it will distract him long enough to give logan the chance to get the upper-hand.

although she may be a little concussed, she uses all of her energy to will the thick object to her hands, with just her mind.

and then, she fully stands up and holds the branch tightly in her hands, trying to quiet down the fear of using violence again.

but, with a shake of her head, she breathes deeply as quietly as she can, before she races forward and stabs victor straight in the back with it.

he grunts in surprise.

but then, he growls angrily and turns around.

“victor—“ logan steps forward, seeing the look of complete rage in his eyes.

but, it’s too late.

victor, in a fit of boiling hot rage, pulls her closer to him by clutching her by her throat tightly with his claws drawing more blood and lifting her up into the air, before thrusting his other hand of claws into her stomach.

she gasps in surprise and chokes on both tears and her heavy breaths.

but, she doesn’t think about dying — even with all of the agonizing pain of the claws twisting deep inside of her.

all she thinks about is logan.

her eyes find his from behind his brother.

“l—logan... i... i—i love you... ” she trails off in stutters, needing to tell him the truth, before everything goes dark again.

if she dies, at least she’ll go out with no regrets of not telling him how she feels.

the next time she wakes up, she’s lying in her bed with a bandage placed over her throat and her stomach — both from where victor had hurt her the most.

she groans, slowly opening her eyes with her brows knitted together in both pain and confusion.

as she looks around the room, she notices both rogue and logan sitting inside the room.

logan sits on the edge of the bed, while rogue anxiously leans against the bedroom door.

when they notice she’s awake, logan goes to stand up, just as rogue moves across the room in lightning speed.

“[y/n]! i’m so glad you’re okay. logan and i were so worried about you,” she murmurs, simply placing her gloved-hands over her friend’s hand, not sure of how she can comfort her when she’s in so much pain.

then, she smirks, nodding towards the man in the room.

“well, his worry was a lot more intense and overwhelming than mine.”

logan glares at her, causing her to giggle, before holding her hands up in the air in defeat.

then, she sighs.

“anyways, i have to go back to class. i just wanted to see you when you woke up. and now that i know you’re okay, i can worry a lot less.”

[y/n] nods, grabbing one of her hands and squeezing it. “thank you, ro — for everything. i don’t know what i’d do without a friend like you.”

the sweet compliment goes right over rogue’s head, however. “well, i think you should really be thanking logan, since he’s the one who can’t live without you.” she winks at her friend as she flushes at her words.

logan glares at the girl, once again.

“alright, kid. go on and get outta here already.” he points towards the door, and she takes the hint immediately.

rogue starts walking over to logan.

“you better not screw this up!” she whispers seriously to him, the two of them both sharing a similar look of irritation over each other.

logan scowls at her, pointing to the door, once more.

with a resigned sigh, rogue shrugs and turns back to her friend to give her a little wave. “bye!”

then, she’s at the door and pulling it open, before walking out and shutting it behind her.

logan sighs, raising a brow at [y/n].

“i didn’t think she’d ever leave.” he chuckles awkwardly as she knits her brows together in confusion.

she doesn’t understand what was just going on between him and rogue.

and honestly?

she’s not sure of what to make of it.

seeing that his attempt at a joke doesn’t change the look on her face, he frowns.

“logan... what’s going on?” she asks shakily.

“everything’s fine. he’s gone — victor’s gone.” he promises, going to sit by her on the bed.

a trembling breath leaves her lips as she moves to sit up in her bed.

“is that his name? victor?” her voice cracks as she asks the question — she doesn’t want to admit it, but the fact that she almost died and felt utterly defenseless, has made her feel so much more traumatized than she already had been in the past.

he sighs, ducking his head down in regret.

“yes. he’s... he’s my half-brother. i thought he was dead.”

he lifts his head back up to see her reaction.

as the look of surprise floods in her eyes, he sighs. “i’m so sorry that he went after you. it’s all my fault... ”

shock takes over her face as she tilts her head to the side in confusion.

“wh—what? you think this is your fault?”

he arches his eyebrows in surprise, not understanding how she doesn’t blame him. “you don’t blame me?”

she scoffs — as best as she can through her throat, considering she had claws pressed against her throat, her neck was cut through harshly, and she’d almost been choked to death by an actual psycho-maniac.

“logan, none of this is your fault. for... ” she trails off, shoving down the new trauma of being attacked by his psychotic brother.

“for whatever reason... v—victor made his choice. you can’t control that.”

“it is, though. kid, if you hadn’t been involved with me, then he wouldn’t have come after you... ” the troubled look in his eyes only multiplies by every passing second.

[y/n] furrows her brows together, hating that he’s blaming himself. especially, for something that’s not his fault.

“logan... ”

he shakes his head, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“no, he knew how i care for you. it’s my fault!”

without thinking, she grabs his wrist gently, before moving her other hand to hold his.

then, she asks the question she so desperately wants to, “logan? what do you mean by that? how do you care for me?”

her voice is so soft and quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it.

“you know how i feel about you.” comes his gruff tone of voice.

she nervously laughs.

“no, logan. i—i don’t — i really don’t... ”

“logan,” she says, gulping as she remembers what she had told him just before she went unconscious.

“you know how i feel about you — i told you how i felt when we were with victor. but, you’ve never been honest with me about your feelings — i don’t know what you feel for me, or even, if it’s the same as mine. so, please, just be honest with me.”

he sighs as her eyes fill with tears, before she numbly nods.

“right. well, then. i guess... i have my answer.”

logan gapes at her as she moves to the other side of her bed and gets up.

she limps over to the door, just about ready to ask him to leave.

but, before she can quite open it yet, he mutters, “fuck this.”

then, he stands up from his spot on the bed and walks over to her in quick strides.

“fuck. you know i feel the same — you know that.” he murmurs as he grabs her hands and pulls her back with him to the edge of her bed, until he’s sitting down and she’s straddling him.

his hands stay by his sides, unsure of what he can do without over-stepping.

but, as tears cloud her eyes again, he sighs.

his eyebrows knit together in both concern and guilt as he realizes that him holding back on admitting his feelings have hurt her.

“why? why is it so hard for you to just say it? am i that terrible?” she cries, unable to act tough around him anymore.

“shit... ” he mutters, clenching his fists, quickly becoming angry at himself, once more.

he carefully places his hands around the sides of her neck, being careful to not put too much pressure on it, before leaning his forehead over hers.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he mumbles, wiping away her tears with a frown placed on his lips.

“i just want you to admit it. you know how i feel about letting people in... and i didn’t want to fall for you — i didn’t want to give you the chance to hurt me. but, i fell anyways.” she whispers, but he can hear her since they’re so close to each other.

“all of this isn’t easy for me, logan. but, i’m willing to give it a chance... if you are. if you’re not... then, we can’t do this.” she tells him, pulling her forehead away from his.

thinking about the possibility of having to let him go tears her apart on the inside, but she holds it together.

“[y/n]... ” he trails off, his head tilting to the side in shock.

sighing, [y/n] takes in a deep breath.

“logan, it’s okay. i understand why we can’t. you... can’t give your heart to anyone else ever again — after everything you’ve been through and all the people you’ve lost. i get it.” she mutters, not being able to help feeling so bitter that they can’t go any further in this relationship.

but, as she begins to get up and off of him, in a matter of seconds, something switches in logan — the fear of losing her forever overrides his fear of getting close to anyone ever again.

he pulls her back down onto his lap and slams his lips onto hers, causing some shocked mumbles to leave her lips.

logan smirks as he realizes that he’s finally left her speechless.

[y/n], however, wraps her arms around his neck, now completely melting into this kiss that has grown a lot more heavier and heated.

when she finally pulls away to catch her breath, her eyes flutter open as a red flush takes over her cheeks.

he chuckles. “finally got you speechless, huh, kid?”

suddenly, being a little shy about their moment seems to quickly morph into irritation.

“how many times do i have to tell you to stop calling me ‘kid’?” she exclaims seriously, lightly shoving his shoulder.

he laughs in amusement.

“oh, but it’s so fun getting you all riled up, sweetheart. besides, you’re hot when you’re mad. you know that?” he winks at her playfully, only trying to lighten the mood and make her feel more comfortable.

she groans, tossing her head back up in the air. “god, logan. really?”

he laughs again, before his facial expression turns serious.

“i do want to fight for this, y’know?” he murmurs, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear when she tilts her head back down to look back at him.

“really?” she asks in a small voice, happy tears beginning to form in her eyes.

he nods, raising a brow at her.

“yeah... i love you too much now to lose you.” he tells her, giving her the answer she wants, deep down.

her eyes widen in shock, before a smirk takes over her lips.

“did i hear that correctly? maybe... you should say it again.” she says in a teasing tone of voice, giggling as he grumbles.

“babydoll, i ain’t saying that again. so, you better appreciate it while you can.” he mutters, grunting in surprise as she shuts him up with an excited kiss.

“i love you, too, logan.” she whispers, smiling happily as she wraps her arms around him in an embrace — a hug, one that logan can’t help but accept immediately, in order to make her happy, once more.

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years

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Teachers

Logan Howlett x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: serious make out session

Author’s Note: I hope this is kind of what you had in mind!!

Requested by: anon, Can you pls do a Wolverine x fem reader where they don’t get along at first but then they become lovers?

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

(not my gif)

If you had one complaint about Charles new school was that he made Logan Howlett a teacher. Listen, he was okay to fight with even better to fight against but you couldn’t stand the man. You weren’t sure if it was because of his no good attitude, mysterious past or if it was just because he always pined for Jean but you had never been a fan of him.

You looked tired one particular afternoon. It was justified, you had spent the whole night grading papers and lesson planning. It was only your second year of the school being open and you tried your best to make the lessons entertaining. You liked to appeal to the different students unique ability to make them feel better about themselves but that meant extra hours. You were sitting on your desk criss cross applesauce, papers asque around you.

It was just after classes had ended and you were reading something you had to for the next class. Each teacher had their own classroom and Charles had put you right beside Logan. You were pretty sure he did it because he liked to tease you around but you hated him for it.

You could hear Logan walking around in the classroom behind you, pacing and doing something in there. Typically this wouldn’t have bothered you but you hadn’t had any coffee today.

You knocked on the black board twice which told him to stop. He usually did so. This time he just knocked twice back like you were doing something that he didn’t like. You scowled and got up, sliding off your desk and walking to the door.

He opened his at the same time you did. The hall was practically empty, save for a few stragglers.

“Stop pacing,” you told him sternly.

“Why are you even still here? School ended like a half hour ago,” he grumbled. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the door.

“Some of us still have to be here to grade and plan. I know you go by the flight of your pants but I like to have an idea of what tomorrow will look like,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and his mouth made a thin line.

“You know what Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure you have your own class to worry about than worrying about me and my class,” he told you. You scowled at him and were about to pull out your powers, poison manipulation when you saw a group of kids coming around the corner. You stopped and composed yourself.

“Just please stop pacing Logan. Please,” you seered. He held his hands up in defense and the two of you turned back to your rooms, leaving one another alone.

The next day you walked to your class swiftly and got there at the same time you did every other day. Logan opened his door when you did but neither of you spoke.

Once inside one of your most trusted and best students, Daisy, came crashing in. You were so startled and nearly went into defense mode.

“Daisy what?” you inquired. She looked out of breath.

“You! You and Mr. Howlett! How could you not tell me?” she practically screamed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Me and Mr. Howlett?” You waited for her to go further and she looked surprised that you needed her to.

“Yesterday some kids saw you and Mr. Howlett in the hall. Everyone’s talking about it! How could you not tell me!” You were still confused. Someone saw you and Logan yesterday? Arguing? And assumed you were together?

“Mr. Howlett and I aren’t to-“ You we’re stopped by Logan walking into your room with a raised eyebrow.

“We’re dating? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“It’s news to me too Logan.” Daisy looked unimpressed.

“Come on guys. You’re really trying to pretend I couldn’t cut the sexual tension in here with a knife?” Daisy asked. Your eyes widened and you tried to find something to say but nothing came to mind.

Apparently Logan couldn’t come up with anything either because you were both stuttering instead of speaking.

“We don’t-“

“We aren’t-“

You both spoke together and then paused. Daisy looked between the two of you and slowly backed out of the classroom. Logan was wearing a flannel he had folded up to his elbows and jeans that made him look particularly good. You had never noticed before now attractive he was.

The power of suggestion.

“I’ve never..I mean you don’t..” you started but couldn’t find the words to finish. He shrugged and sat on the desk closest to you.

“I can’t honestly say I’ve never thought about it,” he grumbled. Your face flushed and you had to look away from him, hoping he couldn’t see you.

“I mean anyone would have,” you mumbled. He stood up and brought your face to look at him. He had never been this close to you before. In all the time you had been arguing you had never taken a moment to just look at him.

“Sometimes I wish I had Charles power,” he muttered. “What are you thinking?”

Truth be told you weren’t thinking. Your whole body had gone into overdrive and you couldn’t remember what it was like to not be in this position.

“Lips,” you muttered. He raised an eyebrow and you blushed harder. He brought a hand to your cheek and you let him hold your head. He knew he had you in his grasp now.

“Imma kiss you,” he grumbled and you nodded, quickly and let his lips find yours. You moved together feverishly. Like all that tension had been building to this moment.

You could have gone on for hours, him just kissing you against your desk but you heard the school bell ring. You pulled away and placed your cheek on his shoulder and looked at the door. Your kids were watching from the window of the door, all of them trying to scramble away when you saw them. You chuckled and Logan let you go.

“Can’t wait to hear all about this during class,” you muttered. He peeled away from you and you stayed sitting on your desk, looking disheveled.

“I just can’t wait for later tonight,” he called as he opened the door. The kids oooed as he left and then filed in. You looked like a blushing school girl but tried to stay as composed as you could.

“Looks like Ms.Y/L/N is getting some tonight!”

#logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagines #wolverine x reader #wolverine imagines #marvel imagines

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euaxel · 4 years

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heyyy, eonia. i’m reid, i’m twenty-three, still can’t read, and all i know about pjo is that it fucking rocks and the protag has the same learning disabilities that i do! also, i picked hypnos for this punk mainly to be mean to him and because in the hades game hypnos bullies me every time i die and i’m kiiiinda into it. hmu on discord one on one for the best plotting experience, but i’ll be around plenty to bug y’all in the gc too. you can read about bastard boy number one right here and under the cut we’ll get down to business.

⟨ ELLIOT FLETCHER. TRANS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AXEL EVERETT is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT & COMBAT TACTICS MAJOR from BROOKLYN, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & SELF-DEPRICATING.

be advised, axel’s a pretty heavy character. i’m gonna keep it brief for the bio & need-to-knows, tag around the parts with bold applicable triggers so you can skip around as needed, and tag this post accordingly, but just let me know if i miss anything and i’ll fix it & be safe reading. godspeed and i apologize in advance for bringing you all my personal punching bag as my first muse.

the main triggers that are gonna come up are: parental abuse, alcoholism * major, mentions of bullying, drowning * major, religious trauma, and drug abuse with some harder drugs ( particularly, weed, pills and cocaine / nothing with needles. )

general stats.

— full name , axel harley everett. — nicknames/alias , axe, ax, wolverine jr, tyler durden jr, trouble, Who? - every professor he’s ever had. — house, hypnos and mad about it. — age, 22, as of today. also mad about it. — gender, trans male. — pronouns, he/him. — sexual orientation, bisexual with a somewhat heavy masc lean. — d.o.b, january 1st, 1999. ( generally unknown to anyone but maybe siblings, he will probably lie and say Nobody Knows... I Just Am unless he really fucks with you. ) — hometown,

phys.

— height, 5′0ft even. furious about it. — eyes, brown. — hair, brown. — face claim, elliot fletcher.

misc.

— zodiac, capricorn. — alignment, chaotic good. — character inspo, lip gallagher, steve rogers ( young ), ellie from tlou1, logan howlett, stiles stilinski ( if anyone says shit i will scream ), probably someone from euphoria but i’m too scared to watch that, peter parker ( andrew garfield ), shinsou hitoshi, finn mertens, marceline the vampire queen, dipper pines, this is all over the place but it’s there. — most played spotify songs, passion for publication by anarbor, sober haha jk unless by hospital bracelet, nobody by mitski, class of 2013 by mitski, king princess’ cover of monster from adventure time, way too much phoebe bridgers, in love or whatever by future teens, and the entire front bottoms discography but especially in sickness & in flames with the hard way & bus beat well at the top of his loop. — aesthetics, bloody knuckles, left open and tipped over prescription bottles, walking on the carpet with socks to get that tingly feeling, skateboarding inside, dozing off at the bar, tangled legs in messy sheets, ten pillows on a twin sized mattress, laying down in the shower, brian sella’s cracky singing voice.

bio.

— axel was born and raised in brooklyn, new york, and he was claimed at thirteen, on his thirteenth birthday, by hypnos. — the day he was claimed, axel ceased contact with his human mother and his step-dad, and he attended a camp for half-bloods that wasn’t far from home. he spent his adolescence there year round for safety from monsters at home and abroad, then moved on to eonia. — ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw begin ) i don’t want to be too graphic here so i’m going to plainly say that axel’s mother was a very, very bad person, and the man she married was absent at his best, physically abusive at worst. axel’s powers ( hypnokinesis, namely ) were potent and difficult to control at a young age, and as a deeply religious catholic woman, this scared his mother and influenced most of the animosity in their relationship. she was convinced that the defensive visions he created and his ability to put her to sleep ( an attempt to help her, on his end; insomnia plagued her and later, it would him, too ) were of demonic origin, and tried to drown him more than once; cleansing, she claimed. the worst instance was the day he was claimed, actually — new years day, 2012; his life was saved by hypnos, and that was the last he saw of her. ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw end. ) — that said, he’s a little ( very ) hydrophobic. poseidon kids do NOT fucking interact ( i’m kidding. kind of. he Will avoid a little though ) — anyway! moving on. all of this aside, axel did his best to put his past behind him, and he was actually super stoked to learn that his powers came from somewhere good and that there was places out there for kids like him; to learn he wasn’t any kind of monster. ( still working on believing that, though.. marcelines monster.mp3 right here ) — he’s less stoked when he starts having trouble falling asleep, and really, it feels like a more cruel twist than any other fate has thrown at him ( his upbringing was chock full of mean twists, so that’s saying something ); and really, it’s more like insomnia just full on kicks in, but he can put other people to sleep. great, right? whatever, though — combat classes are kickass and he’s surrounded by babes that think he’s hilarious so things could be totally, way worse. — ( bullying tw (brief) ) for the most part, axel was pretty well liked among his peers. he was bullied as a young kid (pre-claim), but he bit back and he bit back hard, and sure, some of that followed him into his teen years but he’s more confident by then; less fun to poke at, and absolutely unhinged when provoked, so people learn better of it. the only real lasting effect was one instant that hit him a little too deep in the inferiority, when he was seventeen — he fell in love with a girl, told her that, and found himself at the end of a very mean spirited prank. he shook it off like he did anything else, or at least — he told himself he did, even if the hurt hit him somewhere a little too deep rooted ( ie. being god’s most unlovable son would naturally land him here, right? ) love’s kinda stupid anyways, so what the hell, right? (bullying tw end.)

— ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw begin ) this is already obscenely long so i’m just going to keep it to the point here and say he began drinking when he was sneaking booze in to camp at fifteen, and it just never stopped there. he’s also a massive stoner, which is all well, harmless and good for the most part; he’s always grinning, half-lidded, and has a room full of smoke at any given time. it’s the pills that do him in, and he did them at first just so he could get some shut eye, and... well. after that, because he’s dependent on them. but he keeps this part under wraps for the most part; it doesn’t have to be anyone’s problem but his, and it’s not a problem until it is one. partying’s fun, so is coke; so is taking a few too many xan’s, mdma. ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw end )

FUN FACTS!!!

— i swear he is not as doom and gloom as he sounds from the bio, and yeah, writing that made me so sad i feel like we absolutely must hone in on the fun and cute things about him!?! — he loves dnd. he can talk about it for HOURS and if you let him, he absolutely will. — adventure time makes him cry. he’s a baby don’t let him fool you. — very into cryptids, aliens, horror stories, conspiracy theories, in love with ryan from watcher, wanna be shane medej. — he loves to draw! the one thing he loves about his power is what it’s done for his imagination, and sure, he mostly draws horror things, but it’s why he went into video game development. he wants to be a concept artist. — his double major is in combat tactics because he loves fighting. he thinks it’s so fun. he’s a little nuts, actually — i mean, get hit in the face and come up grinning. all he’s ever wanted is to run a fight club and be the shortest, baddest little bitch on the planet. — he tends to nod off in weird places because he doesn’t sleep enough at night, which is sad, but; he can seriously fall asleep anywhere. standing up, in a tree, you name it. — he’s a hobby musician! he loves singing and playing guitar. — he’s a huge flirt. — loves to scare people. he’s harmless, though. like, honestly. he might make you think you’re seeing a walking toadstool but he’ll probably apologize later. — he’s very much a singing in the shower type? — clothes thief. friends and significant others beware. — actually, just kind of a thief? but of weird, little things. like, just the left shoe. puts them in a little corner in his room that he has set up like an exhibit. “things you thought you lost lol” is written on the whiteboard on the wall above it. he likes collecting rocks too. he’s a little freak!! — he’s better at the memory retrieval part of his power than the rest. naturally, as this mostly applies for other people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. im literally so tired of hearing myself talk...

friends/squad. self explanatory!!! he’s friendly, a class clown, and a loyal friend through and through; he’s also adaptable, and his demeanor is very relaxed and inviting. he’s probably gonna have 2-3 people that he’s really close with, and he’d do quite literally anything for them. seriously, don’t tempt him. a best friend. so this is kind of vague but. i’d really love for him to have one person that is just a tier above the rest? they’d know things about him that are like pulling teeth to find out ( aka, anything deeper than his most recommended podcasts and loudmouth opinions on non important things ), someone who will call him on his shit, and maybe take care of his stupid little self when he gets too fucked up, because they’d be someone he trusts enough to let them. enemies? he probably gets along with most people until given a reason not to? but he is a loud mouth and if one of his friends gets into drama, he will stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and he will throw hands, so it could happen.

harmless rivalries. maybe even steamy ones. he’s a little shit and he likes banter so, so, so much? if given the opportunity and if someone rubs him a certain type of way, he’s so not above being a menace, although never super maliciously. just, you know, annoying the shit out of them on purpose, for fun. he’s also not above blowing a few kisses their way.

current hookups. self explanatory too. he’s a little harlot. HFBHVFNJ. it’s gonna be kinda hard to go beyond sex with him because he’s very deep in his own insecurity but he does catch feelings, he’s just mad about it when he does. i’m mostly gonna go off chem for that though! an ex. could be on friendly terms? but, it should be noted that he could’ve ghosted someone too; or pulled from the relationship when things got serious and he couldn’t choke out that ‘i love you’, even if he felt it. worse, if he did choke it out, but they didn’t feel the same way. siblings. hypnos kids he is gonna be so protective of all of u... family is hard for axel, i’m ngl, but he really wants one is the tragedy of it all, i guess? so he just really wants to be a good brother. he thinks hypnos is kind of a dick for making him but he tries not to fault him for his existence. fuck u dad i dont wanna be alive feels a little unfair. HDBHFDSJ. anyways he’s a good brother even if he is absolutely so reckless and terrifying in regards to himself but his siblings. his siblings he will do anything for. ALSO!!! FOUND FAMILY!!!! it would be kinda nice if he bonded with someone a little older maybe, could be outside of the hypnos house even, someone he’s kind of a bratty-little-brother type with.... or bratty older brother that takes your things and makes you laugh, y’know.

PERSONALITY. just tacking this part of the app on at the end too to highlight parts that i think are important for understanding who he is, and just so it’s all in one place!

toothy grins, half-lidded eyes, and keepin’ them laughing is what it’s all about, baby. axel walks with more confidence in his posture than he’s earned ( or claimed, for that matter ), and it’s the backbone of what gets him by. he’s a glowing example of the fake it ‘til you make it mentality, and he knows what he wants, usually how to get it, and doesn’t mind letting you know that. there’s an ever present mischievous glint in his eyes that says more about what to expect from him than he does, and that’s still not much? he likes to have fun, and there isn’t a whole lot of regard for righteousness or responsibility on his end, but hey! it’s usually only ever at his own expense, so what’s the damage? he’s an absolute clown and he knows it.

axel loves people. he does — you might not guess that with how elusive he is, but it’s true. there’s nothing he likes more than a good conversation with someone interesting, or maybe not even then; if there’s a sparkle in you, he’ll see it. ( might even draw it, not that you’d ever know. ) he’s warm, loyal, compassionate, relaxed, and understanding; and none of that is at the cost of being passive, or lacking passion.

as long as the vibes are right, he’s happy to just be; though, he’s known to have a fuse for certain provocations, and will jump readily at chance to fight in someone else’s honor. also, it’s not unlike him to spar for the sake of sparring; but that’s all in good fun, no worries.

there’s no way to sugarcoat it — axel has an inferiority complex. where that stems from is something he’s more self-aware of than he’s willing to admit, but he doesn’t have the patience or the will to dissect it; much less do anything about it, and he’s as bull-headed as they come — especially regarding anything related to the psyche. how much this impacts his demeanor and relationships with others varies on the situation, but one constant is that he’s going to retreat before things get bad; even if ‘things are getting bad’ exists only as his own paranoia-born hypothetical.

things can’t go bad if you don’t let them, and he’s content to keep it that way; even if it means being stuck in the stasis of missed opportunities. it’s when he’s retreating into himself that he can get irritable, anxious, jumpy; secretive, defensive, even. he’s personable until he isn’t, essentially.

#euintro #ik elliots like 5'7 but i've never let this kid be taller than me and i will not start now #parental abuse tw #bullying tw #drug use tw #alcoholism tw #drowning tw #religious trauma tw #jesus christ whats wrong with me #anyway who wants him #Because I Dont #anyway im not fucking proofreading it JBFGHBFJFBDJSKNMA im so sorry this is a monster in length

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pierrotdameron · 5 years

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Dafne Keen does not much look like Lyra Belacqua, at least not as Philip Pullman describes her in His Dark Materials. In Northern Lights, the first book of the trilogy, she is “like a half-wild cat”, with dirty fingernails, green eyes and grubby blond-ish hair. Keen, who is half British, half Spanish and lives in Madrid, is darker and is already the master of an intense glare, as anyone who saw her alongside Hugh Jackman in the Wolverine swansong Logan will know. When we meet, in a London hotel, she has the self-possessed cool of a total pro, even at 14. But there are plenty of Lyra-esque flourishes that make it obvious why she got the part.

She was almost 12 when she finished filming Logan. She had heard about the BBC/HBO adaptation of His Dark Materials, then in its early stages, and sent in an audition tape. But she didn’t hear back. “I thought, never mind, I’ll just carry on with my life,” she says. “Which is when I got stung by the jellyfish.”

The production team had finally replied, asking her to make another tape. Keen was on holiday in Puerto Rico. “I thought, right, I’m going to have a chilled-out swim and then I’m going to get ready. I suddenly felt this thing on my face and then it started stinging and then it expanded all over my face. I ran to my mum and I went, ‘Mum! Is it really red?’ My mum went, ‘No it’s fine.’ And then she went, ‘Oh no, it’s not fine.’” Her face was red and swollen but she had to do the tape. “So my audition is with a jelly-face,” she smiles.

The next step was to meet Ruth Wilson, who plays Mrs Coulter, one of the best evil characters in children’s literature. “I was sitting in the waiting room with 20 other girls,” Keen remembers. “I was thinking, oh god, they’re all blond. I don’t physically look like this character, and these girls all do. I went in, shook hands with Ruth, and five minutes later, she looked at me and said, ‘You know, you have the same eyebrows as me.’” Fans of the books will know that this is a big thumbs up. Days later, she began rehearsals, with Wilson and puppets. In Pullman’s books, people have daemons, an animal manifestation of their “inner self”, which lives alongside them. Because the daemons on screen are CGI, the actors shot their scenes with puppets to make their interactions as authentic as possible.

When Philip Pullman writes, he isn’t trying to bring down the church, he’s bringing down the system

Naturally, Keen is practised at describing what her own daemon would be, were this world to have daemons in it. “Mine is quite easy to figure out, because it’s what everyone called me on set. Everyone calls me Monkey.” In the books, daemons change form until their human reaches adulthood, when they settle as one fixed animal. Keen particularly liked hers as a pine marten.

We meet the morning after the world premiere of His Dark Materials, which was the first time Keen had watched it. “Everybody had seen it apart from me! I’m really busy filming season two, so I had no time to watch it. I had Philip Pullman right next to me, and I was like, oh god! But I think he liked it.” Did he offer his approval? “His wife came up to me and was really lovely and was saying I was the perfect Lyra. I was really happy to hear that.”

Keen had not read the trilogy before she auditioned. “Now I’m a massive, massive fan. As soon as I read the books, I knew this was a good message to the world, and it’s important that we have stories about young girls, because there aren’t many,” she says. At the premiere, Jack Thorne, who wrote the screenplay, likened Lyra to Greta Thunberg. Though she does not know it, the future of the world rests on Lyra’s shoulders, and she has to fight tooth and nail to defeat the forces that wish to suppress free will and independent thought. Keen approves of the Thunberg comparison. “I am genuinely in awe of that girl.”

There have been various adaptations of His Dark Materials over the years: a Radio 4 series, a play at the National Theatre and the 2007 Hollywood attempt, The Golden Compass, with Nicole Kidman and Daniel Craig. It was supposed to be a trilogy, but only the first was made – and Pullman’s theme of an abusive authoritarian religious body was watered down almost beyond recognition. The television series seems more comfortable with its source material, and its Magisterium, the governing body of the Church, is portrayed as a fascist regime.

In 2007, the Catholic League called for a boycott of The Golden Compass, despite the religious references being excised, and the Vatican also denounced the film and Pullman’s writing. Keen had seen it – was she aware that this new version might be controversial, given the backlash the movie attracted? “I thought that was sad, but I understand why they had to do it,” she reasons, diplomatically, of the decision to soften the book’s themes. “But I think people are reading too much into it. When Philip writes about the Magisterium, he’s not bringing down the church, he’s bringing down the system.”

Keen was born and raised in Spain and is bilingual. Her mother María is Spanish, and as well as being her acting coach is also an actor, as is Keen’s father Will. He has a part in His Dark Materials, as Father MacPhail, part of the Magisterium faithful. “He is terrifying,” says Keen. “He always plays bad people. I don’t know why because he’s so nice. I genuinely think it’s because he’s bald and has green eyes.” She practically grew up in a theatre rehearsal room, because of her parents, but she thought she would be a biologist, like David Attenborough. “Then I found out you have to study biology, and to do that you have to study maths, and I went, mmm no, I’m not doing that. I hate maths so much, you can’t even imagine.”

A friend of her mother’s was making a short film, and needed a child for it, so Keen gave acting a go. She loved it. She did a series in Spain, The Refugees, alongside her father. (“He was playing my evil father, yes. Always got to give it the psychopathic twist.”) She picked up an agent, who put her forward for Logan, and she got down to an audition with Jackman. “In the waiting room, once again, there was this perfect LA beautiful blond girl. I was just, like, a small, scrappy Latin girl. I always think it’s not going to work out for me, and then it went really great.” She auditioned with Jackman, then asked if she could try again, only this time she said she’d like to improvise the scene. She was 11. “My heart was beating big time,” she says. “I thought, I’m just going to dive in and ask them, and they loved it, so I was lucky.”

Jackman remembers the audition well. “[Director] Jim Mangold looked at a lot of actresses for Laura. When he told me about Daf, I was hopeful, but when we tested together, I was blown away,” he says over email. “She was every inch Laura. When Jim asked her if there was anything more she wanted to show us, she said, ‘Can I improvise?’ That’s the actor that got the part and who you see on screen.”

“Hugh is the nicest human being,” she grins. “I used to call him the human jukebox because he was always singing. Lin does the same thing.” Lin is Lin-Manuel Miranda, who plays Lee Scoresby in His Dark Materials. He got Keen tickets to see his smash-hit musical, Hamilton. “Two VIP Lin-Manuel Miranda guest tickets. I felt like such a diva.” On set, she would find herself singing the songs from it, but was too shy to sing when he was there. When Miranda had finished shooting, they all went for a meal to see him off. The bartender recognised him, and put My Shot on the stereo. “Me and Lewin [Lloyd, who plays Roger] were like, we’re not throwing away our shot, we’re singing this song.” They all joined in. “I’ve got videos of me and Lin singing it.”

Right now, Keen is preparing to go back to Wales to film season two, which loosely adapts The Subtle Knife, the second book in the trilogy. The third season, which will take on the astonishingly ambitious The Amber Spyglass, may take a little longer to pull together. Still, she is happy to live as Lyra for a while yet. She has taken plenty of her away from the experience already. “She taught me to speak up. Be bold, be brave, be yourself. Don’t follow rules, because rules can be useful, but they can be very stupid and pointless,” she says – sounding very much like her Lyra herself.

#His Dark Materials #Dafne Keen #the part about her dad sjskjskj

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sondials · 4 years

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for the soft headcanons meme: my fav, vera!! 💘

what they smell like

pine, sweat, lemongrass, jasmine. Very earthy, “masculine” scents but that slight flowery scent seems persistent.

what their favorite smells in the world are

loves the smell of burning metal because of Vaush. He constantly smelled like it when she would come to his parents’ forge when they were younger, and since he holds such a large part of her heart, she can’t help but be fond of it.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in

quite honestly she wears what she wore the day before. She takes off her armor/coat and boots and sleeps in her pants and tunic—if it’s hot though, she takes off her pants too. And when she’s traveling with the other champions and she does it they’re like?? Have you no shame?? And she’s just like ‘no, I do not’ and goes to sleep.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

(I’ll tell you both shh) so Vera’s bi and her and Vaush have the CUTEST f2l because they’ve been such steadfast friends for so long, and Vaush refuses to let her go through trouble alone, and even though Vera always flirts with other girls, she knows she’d settle down with Vaush faster than anyone else. Her and Ivani on the other hand have a great e2l bc mage v. warrior you know, and Vera is like she’s hot yeah but she’s annoying, but they come to respect and understand each other :,)

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

(again I’ll say two lol) so Vera and Amira didn’t get along at first because Amira was “too uptight” but Vera ended up realizing how sarcastic and strong Amira was; Amira is also the one to pull Vera back from a fight with Dariyan (who Adoran pulls back), and it’s impressive because anyone else would get pummeled by Vera for interfering. Vera and Lexis are also a shallow but cute friendship because he’s young and kind of confident/flirty but Vera entertains him the most out of the group and they kind of have a sibling vibe.

a song that reminds me of them

“Boots” by Greyson Chance

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal

I’d say a wolverine! There’s something about that I think fits her strong yet fun persona. If not that, maybe a bear or a jaguar.

what position they sleep in

starfish or soldier, no in between; it’s absolutely terrible if you’re stuck sleeping beside her.

their favorite drink

God if you put any pint of beer in front of her she will love you for life.

a gift i would give them if i could

a new pair of boots because they are so WORN and the straps are about to rip.

#ty so much for asking!! im so glad you like her too 💞💞#a royal answer #mutual #melpomens #ask game #my wip #wip: twotb #vera #my cast

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clericbyers · 5 years

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[ because i couldn't leave this alone, here is part 2 ]

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“Hey.”

Mike looks up from his reading and smiles awkwardly as Robin hovers over him, hands stuffed in her shorts’ pockets with a shy smile on her lips. He scoots over on the bench and watches her settle down before opening his mouth.

“Why are you here?” Robin shrugs in response and Mike frowns. “I’m sure you have better things to do than hang out with a kid.”

“Probably but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hang out with a kid. Especially if that kid is you.” She grins and leans back in her seat with a happy sigh. “You looked like you could use some company is all. It’s no fun sitting in the snow by yourself. If you don’t want me here then—,”

“No!” Mike cries out and then huffs when Robin’s smile grows wider. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, Buckley. It makes your face look all gross and demented.”

“Love you too, kiddo,” she pats his shoulder and then cocks her head as she inspects him. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

Mike stiffens. His jaw involuntarily clenches with his fists as his spine hardens and the tension in his shoulders spikes. Robin makes a noise and tilts her head up to the sky. “I know it’s hard,” she begins softly with a voice Mike knows is meant for this particular conversation. “I’ve never been brave enough to tell a girl I like her myself. When you told me you wanted to tell him I was so proud. I still am, even if the words haven’t reached him yet.” Her blue eyes turn to Mike with gentle care echoing in their rich color. “I don’t know Will very much, but if he’s even half a modicum as amazing as you tell me and Steve, he won’t hold this against you.”

“It’s not that,” Mike groans, running hands down his face before tangling them in his curly hair. “I know he won’t hold it against me. I just don’t want to sound like a hopeless romantic in front of him. A pining dipshit with feelings for his best friend who doesn’t share those feelings.”

“Hey, you don’t know if—,”

“Robin,” he hisses as he turns to face her fully. Mike can feel the tears burning in his eyes and he wishes she had left him alone after all. “I know he doesn’t.” Anymore is the important word, but Mike still can’t get the word out. It would be a lot easier to deal with his feelings if he knew Will never reciprocated them. His throat tightens around that seven-letter word—anymore—reminding Mike that Will is over him, Will doesn’t have a crush on him now, Will is past the stage of affection Mike is currently stuck in. “I can’t—I can’t tell him. I can’t let him know I’m never gonna get past this…this crush I have on him.”

“You’re young! Time is on your side. You’ll get over him, let the ship sail on by.”

“That’s the problem: I can’t!” Mike can feel the tears spilling over, running ribbons down his freckled cheeks as desperation takes hold of his heart. “I can’t get over what I feel and I never want him to know I’m too weak to move on. I don’t even think it’s a crush anymore.” His voice falls to a barely-there whisper. “I think I love him.”

Robin pulls Mike into a hug and caresses his back as he silently cries into her shoulder. Mike has a clear thought for a moment, ever so thankful that Steve befriended Robin and the girl trusted him enough and saw her own struggle in him when he spent hours at the rental store rambling about Will, Will, Will. “Mike,” Robin starts after the boy manages to stop sniffling, “I say tell him anyway. Let him know you’ll always love him.”

Mike nods lightly and sends Robin a shaky watery smile that makes her laugh and ruffle his hair.

After taking a few more minutes to calm down and talk about something else with Robin, Mike makes his way back home where he knows Will is located. During the bike ride to his place, Mike builds up his courage to say something but the moment Will opens the door and grins at Mike as he sets his bike down, all courage leaves his soul in a flash of lightning. Will is—Will is everything; he is strong and gentle, caring and adorable, eyes tinted soft with affection and cheeks rosy with adoration. He’s wearing one of Mike’s oversized sweaters and it slides over his shoulders and pools over hands until just the tips of his fingers are peaking through. Will may have had a growth spurt in the time he was gone but Mike is still a good few inches taller than the other boy.

Right now, the size difference between them seen so blatantly in Will wearing his clothing is making Mike’s knees shaky. He offers Will a smile and whizzes past him in an effort to get to the couch before his legs give out. Mike only looks over once he feels the cushion beside him dip from added weight. Will is still everything and Mike’s heart speeds its frantic pace.

“Did you have a good walk?” the brunette asks with genuine curiosity in his tone.

Mike nods. “Y-yeah, yes, it was good. Grand. A good walk. I, uh, ran into Robin. Well, she ran into me when I sat down to read this X-Men comic.”

“Oh,” Will reaches over Mike to pluck the paper from where Mike had unconsciously placed it at his other side. Mike wonders if death by smiting would be less painful than Will half on his lap while he’s mentally making a checklist of all the reasons why Will Byers deserves nothing but good in the world for the rest of time.

“It’s a good issue.” Mike rambles on. “There’s some Thor universe things in there. The Alpha Flight team. Have you read X-Men and Alpha Flight? It’s good. Loki is the bad guy in this one though.”

“Yeah, being a bad guy is his role,” Will laughs and flips through the issue. “Uncanny X-Men Giant-Sized Annual. Can I read it at some point?”

Mike nods stupidly. “Of course. It’s yours as much as it’s mine.” He makes a vague motion toward his room. “I also have some Alpha Flight issues if you don’t want to listen to me explain things for you to help you understand.”

Will shrugs and places the comic issue down. “I don’t mind listening to you talk, Mike. I miss listening to you a lot actually.”

“I wish calling wasn’t so expensive,” Mike whispers hoarsely, staring into his lap for reasons he can’t explain. “I miss your voice, too.”

A nudge at his shoulder makes Mike look over and his breath catches when he locks eyes with Will. Will who is sitting so close, Will with soft pink lips begging for Mike to kiss and cherish with his own. Mike bolts from his seat and grabs at his hair with a strangled cry. He can’t take this anymore.

“Mike?” Will questions carefully with concern in his eyes and it breaks Mike in half.

“Will, please don’t hate me but I’m a thousand percent sure I’m in love with you but I can’t stop feeling this way. I’ve been trying for months; I’m so sorry.” Mike’s voice shakes and he wants to take a breath for air but he knows if he stops now he’ll never open his mouth to talk about this again. “I’m sorry I only realized this after you left and that I hurt you letting you believe you I could never like you in the way you desired and—,”

Mike comes to a sudden stop when Will presses his hand to the babbling boy’s mouth. He’s half tempted to lick Will’s hand but the seriousness in those green hazel eyes keeps Mike’s tongue at bay. Will’s hand moves from his mouth anyway, carefully cupping his cheek as a loose grin curls his lips.

“Sometimes I wonder how I came to love someone so dense like you,” he laughs and Mike scowls but feels his cheeks heating with blush. “I said I used to have a crush on you, not that I fell out of love.”

“Isn’t that the same?”

Will shakes his head. “When you love someone as long as I have loved you, the childish feelings eventually fade away.” He shrugs and rubs his thumb against Mike’s cheekbone. “I’m no longer embarrassed about what’s left behind because what’s left behind is simply me. Loving you is, well, my best me. Returned feelings is optional but I’m super happy you like me, too.”

Mike wants to cry. “You could have told me you love me instead of saying you don’t have a crush! I was scared you were gonna think I’m an idiot for having a juvenile crush on you.”

“You are an idiot but not for liking me,” snorts Will but not even the unappealing snort can wipe the wide grin off his face. Mike feels like the sun is shining directly on him. “I’m sorry I worded my confession weird. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if I confessed to loving you so I left that part out.”

“Lying by omission is still lying, Byers.”

“To quote my dear sister, ‘boyfriends lie,’ Wheeler.”

Mike shoves Will’s shoulder with a guffaw before plopping back onto the couch. Will sits beside him chuckling under his breath, curling his feet under his legs as he presses up against Mike with the X-Men comic in hand. Mike turns his head to press his lips to the top of Will’s head before snaking an arm around his shoulders. “You’re wearing my sweater.”

“It got cold in here after your folks left to get party supplies for New Years.” Both boys know what the cold does to Will, so Mike doesn’t question and only kisses Will’s head again to hide a happy smile at how the smaller boy turned to Mike’s clothing for comfort. Will points to the annual issue and nudges Mike’s side. “Newly minted boyfriend of mine, would you care to explain the Alpha Team to me so I can read this?”

Boyfriend. Mike Wheeler is Will Byers’ boyfriend. He can barely contain his glee.

“It would be my pleasure,” Mike replies with a posh accent he would take on to talk as random travelers the Party would run into during Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. Will laughs and the warmth that floods Mike’s body sizzles away any lingering concerns.

“Goddamn, I love you,” wheezes Will as he snuggles closer into Mike’s side.

“Yeah, me too,” is his easy effortless reply before launching into a explanation of the Alpha Team’s creation.

(It’s while he’s explaining how the Team was originally just in X-Men comics for Wolverine’s backstory that Mike remembers reading that issue with Will years back and thus, Will knows this information already. Mike just barely hides his grin and simply continues to honor Will’s request. Even if the request was only made to hear Mike’s soothing voice and nothing more.)

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sage-nebula · 5 years

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I watched X-Men: Evolution as a kid, because of course I did, because it was a Kids WB! show and Kids WB! was where I watched most of my cartoons. (I mean, I watched some Nickelodeon too of course, but particularly in my late elementary / middle school years I was all about Kids WB!, since that was where Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Jackie Chan Adventures, et cetera aired.) I loved it back then, as you do, and since I signed up for Disney Plus like a peasant because I want to be able to watch the new Marvel shows when they come out, I’ve had it on in the background while I do tedious stuff in Pokémon Sword, like going through Max Raid battles or breeding.

I’m on season three now, so I have to say that my impressions of it now are definitely different from what they were when I was a kid (or even in my early twenties, I think, since I’m pretty sure I rewatched it on Netflix way back then, but I honestly don’t remember very much of it from that rewatch for some reason---I think maybe because they didn’t have all the seasons?). For starters, in the first season in particular I cringed so much watching it now, because it is so very, very early ‘00s. And that’s not a bad thing, per se! It’s just that---for instance, Kitty’s valley girl slang was off the charts in season one. The animation has clearly not aged very well in comparison to what we have today (though of course that’s to be expected). And I’m sorry, but some of the mutant superhero(/villain) outfits are just so, so ugly. Wolverine honestly looks like a Halloween costume store reject (though I’ve never seen a good outfit on him so he’s just . . . he’s doomed no matter what series he’s in). Jean has some weird funky headband thing going on. Cyclops correctly pointed out that Avalanche wears a fruit bowl on his head, but Cyclop’s own onesie is so ugly he has no room to talk. Some of them aren’t so bad, like Shadowcat’s or Nightcrawler’s, but others are just . . . well, this is me looking at them:

But honestly, as much as I’m embarrassed by the show at times in ways that I know I was not when I was watching it as a kid growing up, I have still stuck with it, and it does get better as the series goes on. With that said, I can tell that my tastes have changed regarding ships and such as well from when I was a kid. When I was a kid, I know for a fact that I shipped Scott/Jean and Kurt/Kitty. While I still think that Kurt/Kitty is cute, Scott/Jean makes me roll my eyes and groan every time they have another Romantic Moment™ together, because of how forced it feels (and how childish and annoying the romantic triangles were in season two especially). Scott and Rogue have more chemistry in my opinion, and while I like Jean well enough I don’t really ship her with anyone at the moment. I also have fallen head over heels for Kitty/Lance, both because they are cute as hell in season two (my favorite moment is when it’s agreed they’ll go to the dance together and he’s so happy he accidentally causes an earthquake dslkfjds), but also because I’ve come to stan one (1) problematic boy, and his name is Lance Alvers, a.k.a. Avalanche, a.k.a. the only valid cartoon character named Lance don’t you even start. Watching the series with adult eyes gives me a lot of feelings for this poor boy, mostly centering around the fact that I don’t think Xavier tried at all to recruit him in season one (during Kitty’s recruitment episode), and that I feel that if he had reached out, that if Lance had been shown some compassion then, then perhaps things might have been different for him. I kind of feel that way about the Brotherhood as a whole, actually, except Todd and Fred have less inclination to do the right thing than Lance does, in that Lance actually tries sometimes to be a good person, whereas Todd and Fred just . . . don’t care very much. (Which, to be fair, Lance “blends in” with non-mutants better than Todd or Fred do, and as such both of them have received far more bullying and harassment over being mutants than he has, which might in turn inspire them to turn more harshly against others who might criticize them in any way---but I digress.) Seeing that Lance’s chances at redemption, and that his relationship with Kitty, is being / has been tanked in season three makes me sad. My feelings are hurt. I just want him to sort his life out and start doing the right thing. Just please get your shit together, Lance, I’m begging. (That said, that responsibility is on him, not on Kitty, and she is not wrong for not being with him while he’s pulling bullshit. I want them to be together, but I also want it known that Kitty is her own person and needs to do what’s best for her, too.)

Aside from them, Wolverine and Captain America had only one episode together but they are clearly OTP material, wow. That whole scene where Wolverine is by Cap’s ice bed talking about how they’ll find the cure and he’ll be waiting and etc etc? I don’t get why people ship Wolverine with Sabertooth (if they do, I’m assuming) when he clearly has a pining heart for Steve Rogers. I sleep for Wolverine/Sabertooth, but Wolverine/Cap is the real shit.

That said, I cannot take Wolverine seriously at all. Not only is his mutant outfit ugly as sin, but he also makes all these snarly noises whenever he uses his claws that honestly sound pretty reminiscent of Electabuzz from the PokéAni and I die laughing all the time. Like it’s supposed to be a serious fight scene and he’s supposed to be badass but here I am laughing my ass off at him because he can’t use his claws even once without being like “RWBLBHWLBLBHWBLWH” (that’s probably not the best written out version of his snarly noises but you get it). Like calm down, man, don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure, positive even, that you could scratch things without having to make snarly noises with your mouth. Scratch with your claws, not with your vocal chords. I believe in you. (This is 100% how I would die in a fight against him, though. He’d make the snarly noises and I’d start laughing and he’d be able to kill me instantly because I’d be incapacitated by laughter. It’d be worth it, though. At least I’d die laughing.)

I feel like introducing the new students in season two (save for like, Boom-Boom, because I love her) was kind of a mistake, since hardly any of them got any real development and were just kind of There as a result. I’ve heard that Bobby gets a lot of heat for being stupid, and to be fair there was a moment at the end of season two where he successfully cuts the alarm system but then almost immediately drops the wirecutters into the motion sensors that he’d already passed, but like, honestly . . . I would do that. That would be me, and my luck, and my clumsiness. I can’t even fault him because man, I’d be there. Even so, Bobby didn’t contribute much in most of season two, and neither did the others, and I feel that screentime would have been better saved for the main cast to be developed more. C’est la vie though, season three has started trimming that cast down some at least.

All in all though, it’s a fun thing to have on in the background, and like, now that I’m an adult and know with 100% certainty that I’m queer, seeing the political side of X-Men also clues me in to exactly why superhuman and ESPer stories always appealed to me as a kid. I didn’t know I was queer back then, at least not consciously, but subconsciously I knew I was different and so now, knowing exactly how I am different, it’s like ah . . . oh yes . . . that’s why this type of story appeals to me so much, I get it now.

Either way, though, don’t be surprised if you see more Avalanche / Lance Alvers reblogs from me, because every time I see him I’m just

So yeah, don’t be surprised if you see more of him.

#xmen evolution #xmen: evolution #Lance Alvers is the ONLY cartoon boy named Lance who matters or deserves to exist #don't even try to start with me because I said what I said and I meant it and I'm RIGHT #but seriously though #Wolverine: ''RWBLWBLWLBWLW''#Me #mocking him right before he kills me: ''RWBLWLBWLBWLW''#HOW DOES ANYONE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY I LAUGH AT EVERY SINGLE FIGHT SCENE HE'S IN #well the ones with Sabertooth are kind of old by this point but like #STILL #HE SOUNDS SO FUNNY AND LOOKS LIKE A DISASTER JUST #MAN THERE'S GOTTA BE A BETTER WAY TO GO ABOUT THIS #THERE'S JUST GOTTA

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remember when Claremont got ahold of Uncanny X-men ten years ago or so and decided now was the time to make half the second gen x-team fall in love with each other? I’m talking about the mess that was Wolverine x Storm < Nightcrawler < Rachel.

Well, I do like Logan/Ororo, more than I like Ororo/Kurt, so there’s that. But I was pretty meh about Kurt/Rachel. Mostly because I’ve never felt like I really know who Rachel is. But lately I feel like I’ve gotten to know her better - whenever Rachel and Kitty are on a team together, she gets to be just a girl, instead of a plot point, which is all pretty much any other writer lets her be. (Remember Korvus? Never mind, don’t remember Korvus.)

It was implied, at the time, that Rachel’s feelings were mostly one-sided, because Kurt was nursing a crush on Ororo. But not entirely one-sided, because he kissed her (in his stupid “I’m Kurt Wagner I do what I want” way), and felt the chemistry. He didn’t do anything about it. Rachel was definitely more hung up. But no writer picked up these two once Claremont left, and I pretty much forgot about it.

But lately I’ve been rethinking. Since Kurt’s return from death, he’s had several nice moments with Rachel. Nothing earth-shaking, just nice, sweet moments between friends. And I thought, you know, these two have been friends for a long time, they formed Excalibur together, they’re both playful and emotionally present in spite of their hardships - Wolvie says that they’re two of a very small group of X-men who never became “hardened” by their lifestyle (Claremont wrote that so, you know, it is what is, but anyway it was a thing that happened). If, if they became a couple... I think they’d be a pretty steady one. And healthy. I think they could be good for each other particularly in the way they can lift each other’s spirits. And they’d be hilarious, always playing pranks, seriously, they would.

The main problem with this is that no couple in comics ever gets to stay steady and healthy. I’d like to think that since neither Kurt nor Rachel are game-changing characters, they’d be left alone... but I know better than that. Whenever a comic book writer feels the need for shock and drama, they break up an established couple. Comic books are as bad as soap operas. I’m not the first to say so! And if Kurt and Rachel became a thing and broke up, they’d never be allowed by any writer to return to their “just friends” status. Any time they’re written together, they’ll be pining or reminiscing or rebounding. Kurt and Rachel the relationship could be great, but the break up would kill Kurt and Rachel the friendship.

In spite of that I can’t help thinking. Kurt’s been single for so long. I don’t know for certain how long it’s been for Rachel (don’t mention Korvus!!!!) but neither of them get romance focus very often. They just make sense to me as a couple. And I’d rather Kurt date someone like Rachel who’s fun and his equal than another “??? i know nothing about this world what is this very gratifying lip massage custom!” Cerise. Or Amanda *shudder.* I’m still trying to pretend Claremont’s Nightcrawler solo never happened. I don’t hate Amanda, I just find her incredibly uninteresting. She basically exists to be Kurt’s lust object and link to the occult.

so yeah. I’d like to see Kurt/Rachel happen. If it happened in Gold, I’d probably enjoy it. But I am super wary of the consequences :8 If they date, I want them to be together forever, not because they’re the Perfect Couple but because I couldn’t stand it if they broke up and couldn’t ever encounter each other without acting like freaking Kitty and Piotr.

#xmen #nightcrawler #rachel grey #longer than necessary whoops

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forgedobsidian · 7 years

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Horsefeathers

A “Logan” fanfiction. One-shot. Sequel to “Like A Cat.”

AO3

Summary:

With everything said and done, Logan hardly expected to get a welcoming invitation from the Munson’s to visit their home.

Logan sighed and leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out comfortably and a cold soda resting in his hand.

The evening was peaceful, the heat of the day fading to a more sedate temperature as the sun hid behind the mountains. A pair of birds chirped in a nearby pine tree, and he could hear arguments and laughter in the cabin behind him. The porch was empty, save for him and his chair. His feet twitched as a stray breeze chilled his neck, bringing the smell of forest and mildew down from the mountains.

It was quiet, but not in a dangerous way.

The Canadian government knew they were there and were plenty willing to leave them be, surprising.y. It was a nice change of pace. They even lended a helping hand every now and again, providing supplies, food, and, memorably, even stopping by to help build the large cabin everyone lived in. All they asked in return was that the kids lived quietly and recovered from their experiences, as much as they could. It helped that Logan was a Canadian citizen, even if his salvaged birth certificate read somewhere in the early 1800’s.

Logan shook his thoughts away as Laura walked outside, the door falling shut behind her. There was a furrow between her brows and her mouth was downturned.

“I know that look.”

Laura wrinkled her nose and looked away.

“Better spill, kid, otherwise Charles might get worried.” He quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of his soda.

Laura’s shoulders stiffened under her jacket before she turned to glare at him.

Logan raised his eyebrows.

She sighed and stepped closer to him, leaning against the arms of his chair. “I want to talk, but I don’t want you to get angry.”

He snorted. “Since when have you worried about me getting angry?”

“It’s about the Munson’s.”

“. . . oh.”

It wasn’t so much that he had forgotten about the Munson’s - they’d given them a place to rest, after all - but he tended to push people who weren’t right in front of him to the back of his mind. Besides, he had no plans to go back, so keeping the family in mind wasn’t a helpful thing to do. Still, Laura had a strange look on her face, and it was with a faint feeling of trepidation that Logan asked “. . . what about the Munson’s?”

“Do you think we could visit them?”

He could remember shoving Kathryn and her son behind him just before X-24 scooped out some of his stomach. Will hadn’t looked that great, sporting claw cuts on his upper arm, but he had been alive. It was pure luck they had made it out of the farm without anyone getting irreparably hurt, or worse.

“I seriously doubt they want anything to do with us, kid.”

“They do. I called.”

Logan spat out his drink. “You what?!”

Laura didn’t seem bothered by his outburst. “Señora Kathryn gave me their phone number before we left. I wanted them to know we were safe.”

He rubbed one hand down his face. “Geeze, kid, you don’t just . . . we’ve bothered those people enough, don’t drag them back into the mess.”

“They want to see us again.”

Logan cursed at the hopeful glance Laura shot him. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a trap or anything.”

“Michael checked. Their house isn’t being watched, and their phone lines are clear.”

He scratched at his beard. “You really thought this through, didn’t you.”

She grinned, showing off a missing tooth. “Yup.”

“And if I say no?”

“I’ll probably just end up going anyway.”

Logan glared at her, not liking the nonchalant tone of her voice. “You know Charles can’t come with us. He’s not strong enough for travel.”

“I know.” She shot him an excited look. “So does that mean we’re going?”

“If it’s only the two of us, and not for very long . . .” Logan sighed and ran a hand through his beard. “I don’t see why not.”

Laura let out an excited yelp and hugged his shoulder. “Thank you!” She ran back inside the cabin, yelling “He said yes! He said yes!” The door closed behind her with a quiet click.

“Well, shit,” Logan said. He grimaced and knocked back the rest of his soda.

Will Munson was looking well and healthy, and so was Kathryn. She gave him a once-over as he stepped out of the truck, her eyes lingering on his stomach. She gave a satisfied nod when she saw he was healthy and whole.

Laura immediately walked up to Nate, holding out the music player. The boy hesitated for a moment, eyeing her knuckles, before he reached out and took the device from her hands. Laura grinned. “You have good music, but it’s not my favorite.”

Nate’s eyes widened when Laura talked, then he gave a slow smile.

Logan felt a glow of pride in his chest, but his attention was quickly focused on the boy’s parents. Will had stepped in front of him, Kathryn not far behind. He looked Logan up and down, nodded, and held out his hand.

“It’s good to see you again, James.”

Logan swallowed and gingerly took the farmer’s hand. “You too.”

“Oh, there’s no need to be like that,” Kathryn said, stepping in front of her husband and reaching up to gently hold the sides of Logan’s head. She pulled him down and pressed a light kiss to either of his cheeks. “There, now that’s a proper welcome!”

Logan gave a hesitant smile, and Will gave a bright laugh. “Now, Katie, no need to scare the man!”

Logan grinned and waved his hands, trying to ignore the flush of heat in his face. “No problem, no problem.”

Will grinned and slapped a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “So how’s Chuck?”

“He’s staying with some friends. He’s a little too weak to travel, but he says ‘hi’.”

Will nodded. “Glad to hear he’s still around. Well,” he said, gesturing at the farmhouse. “Let’s go inside, and we can talk for a bit.” The couple started walking inside, not seeing Logan shake his head in denial.

“Wait, wait,” Logan said, holding up his hands and taking a step back. He felt frantic.

“What is it, James?” Kathryn looked curious, and a little worried.

“I’m . . . why did you want us to come back? It’s not like anything good happened while we were here last time,” Logan said, resisting the urge to shuffle his feet.

“We might live simply, James, but we know good people when we meet them,” Kathryn said, shooting him a grin. She patted his shoulder. “Besides, you didn’t ask for what happened. And you were hurt protecting us. That matters.”

Logan swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat, and only gave a sincere smirk and looked at the ground.

“Papa, Nate says I can ride one of his horses!” Laura’s excited voice drew their attention away from the heavy conversation. The young girl had a large smile on her face, which didn’t quite match the eerie way she stalked over the ground.

“Maybe later, Laura. And only if you have permission.”

“It’s alright!” Will chuckled. “Our horses have had it easy for a while. They need to get back into shape.”

Logan gave a slow nod, and this time he followed the family back into their home with Laura just behind him, talking with Nate.

“She talks?” Kathryn raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile.

Logan rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah. Always could, apparently.”

She laughed. “Kids can be like that.”

He gave her a grin. “I’ll bet.”

They got into the farmhouse, the air conditioning a welcome relief from the humidity outside.

Caliban was sitting on the couch. He gave Logan a nod when the older man walked in. He had healed from his run-in with the Reavers, and he seemed more content than he had been with Logan and Charles back at the Mexican border.

Logan nodded back. “Caliban.”

“He’s been such a dear,” Kathryn said, going into the kitchen. “This time of year we need all the help we can get, and he’s always willing to lend a hand.”

A happy grin grew on the mutant’s face.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “So you’re happy here?”

Caliban nodded. “Yes. They need help at all hours, so I do what I can with the nighttime chores. It’s nice.”

“Well, good for you.”

“And how are you, Logan?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his beard. “Doin’ better. Still need glasses though.” He sat down into a recliner.

Caliban laughed.

Nate and Laura walked into the living room, the girl plopping down next to Caliban with a sigh. Nate moved a little slower, almost hesitant to move around Logan. He seemed perfectly comfortable around Laura, thankfully.

“So . . . you’re really Wolverine?” Nate asked, trying to restrain his interest.

Laura snorted before Logan could answer. “He’s not that cool. He snores when he sleeps.”

Logan took a slow swipe at her head. She ducked and laughed. Caliban looked between them both with a curious expression on his pale face.

“Well,” Will said, walking through the doorway. “We have the guest rooms all fixed up. Laura, Nate, now would be a good time to ride. It’s clouding up, but I doubt it’ll rain.”

“Alright!” Nate sounded excited. “You wanna? I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

Laura nodded, an excited spark in her eye.

“I could teach you too, Mr. Howlett,” Nate offered, giving a quick glance at Logan.

He raised an eyebrow. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just watch. I want a good view for when Laura gets bucked off.”

The girl made an offended sound in the back of her throat, kicking at his feet when she walked by to follow Nate out the door.

“You coming?” Will asked.

“Yeah, just need to sit a bit longer.”

“Well, we’ll meet you out there, then.”

Logan felt himself sink into the thick padding of the chair, taking a moment to just enjoy the sounds of company around his ears.

“She’s good for you, Logan.” Caliban’s voice was soft.

Logan smiled, feeling the edges of his eyes crinkle. “Yeah, she is.”

“I’m still not sure about this, Laura.”

The girl grinned. “Scaredy cat.”

Will smiled. “It’s fine, James. No worries. We teach people how to ride all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m fine with my feet on the ground. Never had a good experience with a horse, anyway.”

Laura laughed. “No estas un caballero, señor.”

“Shut it, you.”

Will tipped his hat back and smiled at the sky. “It’s a lovely day. A good one for riding.”

“If she doesn’t get bucked off.” As much as Logan wasn’t worried about Laura getting hurt - she’d be able to shake it off, anyways - she did have something of a temper.

Will laughed. “Our horses are good with kids. I wouldn’t be worried.”

Logan sighed, but followed the group out to the barn with minimum complaining.

A small number of stalls lined the walls, and several horses peeked their heads over the half-doors as the group walked down the row.

“How about ol’ Joan? She needs some exercise.” Nate walked over to a dark brown mare, reaching out to scratch at her mottled nose.

“Sounds good. Laura, come with me to get a saddle, alright? Nate, how about you take Preacher, too.”

“Okay!” Nate called after his departing father. He handed a lead rope to Logan, the other end firmly attached to Joan’s broad head.

“Just stand here. She won’t move unless you move.” Nate went off down the stalls, stopping at a large white-and-red spotted roan.

Before long Will and Laura returned, the girl carrying a saddle that was almost bigger than her. Nate helped her saddle the large Preacher, while Will walked over and placed a blanket and saddle over Joan’s sturdy back.

Logan gently scratched at the horse’s nose, grinning when she curled her lip and shook her head.

“You sure you don’t wanna ride?” Will sounded encouraging from under the horse’s belly, where he was tightening the cinch.

Logan smiled. “I’m pretty heavy. I’ll be fine watching. More of a bike person, anyway.”

Will shook his head, but he had a grin on his face. Nate showed Laura how to get up into the saddle, which she did near-perfectly on the first try.

Logan and Will followed the mounted pair out to the corral, where Nate was teaching Laura how to sit in the saddle.

“You know, you and yours are welcome here any time. From what Laura told us over the phone, you’re raising quite the bunch.”

“I don’t raise ‘em. I just make sure they don’t die doing stupid sh - stuff, is all.”

“Sounds like being a parent to me.”

Logan gave Will a sideways glance. He had been able to tell when Kathryn hugged him earlier, her scent different from what it had been before. Before the new year rolled along Nate would have a younger sibling.

“Well, thanks. Might take you up on it sometime.”

“You know, we can help out with anything you need.”

“I appreciate that, Will.”

Logan leaned on the fence, watching Nate teach Laura how to guide a horse with reins. There was an excited grin on her face, and even he couldn’t suppress a smile.

“I think we’ll be just fine.”

Author’s Note: Listen the kind farm family Did Not Deserve That.

Also my Spanish is a lot rusty so. Yeah. If I made any mistakes please tell me.

This is the last X-Men/Logan fic I’ll be writing for the foreseeable future. I just needed something that healed the wounds the movie gave me, and I think I’ve managed to do that fairly well with these two fics.

Thank you for reading!!

#laura kinney #james howlett #logan #x men #marvel #like a cat #horsefeathers #forged fanfiction

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