#father figure logan

[waywardsou2]

FatherFigure!Logan X Latebloomer!AdoptedMaleReader

I was not expecting this to end up being this long...but I guess it is. I'm really happy with how this turned out. I won't spoil it. But this reader's mutation is my favourite in any universe.

Summary: You were adopted by Logan on one of his errands out of the school. Charles has deduced that you were a mutant but your mutation has not presented itself yet. One day it does, and it's not pretty.

Tags: blood, slight gore, warning for graphic imagery, hurt/comfort, father Logan, mentions of Charles and Jean

Word Count: 1.4k

Logan was sitting in Charles' office. It had been a few weeks since he had decided to stay at the school permanently and had taken up the job offer as a history teacher.

To be fair he had been alive since before the civil war so there wasn't anyone more perfect for their job. Especially now that he was able to get a lot of his memories back.

Charles has become like somewhat of a father figure to Logan, if not a good friend and confidante at the very least.

Logan had not only chosen to stay so the he could have a free room and a purpose in life but also because of you.

He had found you on a missions, picked you up and taken you back to the school. Charles had let Logan know when he was in the area that there was a mutant who hadn't presented yet.

It was safest for you here. Just because there was no way to actually tell when or what your mutation might manifest into.

But as Logan and Charles talked Charles fell silent in the middle of their conversation. Logan's eyebrows twitched in question as Charles eyes went glassy before coming back to focus on Logan. A new found worry in his eyes.

"Charles?"

"His mutation has finally manifested...Logan go"

Logan didn't have to be told twice. He knew at some point your mutation would manifest but it was hard to say when. You were well past the age of your mutation manifesting physically but there's a late bloomer in every species.

Logan pushed his chair back, it squeaking across the floor as it scrapes along the wood. He dashes down the corridors, dodging kids left and right as he makes his way to your room.

As soon as he turns down the corridor your room is in he hears it.

A piercing scream that hurts his amplified senses. A sound makes his heart ache.

He gets to the door of your room and pushes it open.

He finds you on the floor, curled in on yourself. Your shirt ripped in the back and a spattering of blood on your shirt and the floor.

You look up to see Logan. Thank fuck he's here. Before you could say anything, you open your mouth and a scream replaces your words. A sharp throb of pain spreading across your back and into your spine once more.

Logan bends down in front of you and tries to sit you up but you stay tucked into yourself.

He checks you over, as much as he can without moving you but he doesn't need to look too hard. Now that he's closer, kneeling in front of you he can see what's happening.

Sticking out of the holes in your ripped shirt are two bones, partially covered in skin and what looks to be...no way are those feathers?

Are you growing wings?

He hadn't heard of a mutation like this before. One the alters bone structure and genetic make up well into adolescent development. He would have to get Jean to check you over but right now he knew you couldn't move.

He could see the bone moving, growing at an accelerated rate that should have taken a years naturally. The skin and feathers began growing over the bone as more and more of it began to grow and stick out of your skin. The flesh around it was torn and you were bleeding profusely. He was worried about the blood loss but there was no way to staunch the blood without interfering with your growing. He might make it worse if he tampered with it.

So instead he sat there with you. He pulled you over to him so you could still stay doubled over, but your head was resting on his lap as he curled his legs underneath himself. He kept his hand in your hair, stroking it and whispering comfort to you.

He was hard to hear over your crying and occasional cries of pain but his presence was enough. It meant everything to you.

But that feeling was too mingled with fear and pain and you couldn't fully process anything. You just let the tears fall down your face as you tried to stifle your screams. Biting down on your own lip until it bled so that you didn't frighten any of the other children.

Logan watched as the bones continued to grow from your back. Sticking out further and further until a second bond joined the first one creating the rest of the wingspan as more feathers, longer and stronger began sprouting from further down the wing.

It was a few hours before the mutation had fully manifested. You had long since stopped crying the tears staining your face. You lay breathing heavily with your head still in Logan's lap.

He hadn't left your side the entire time. You sniffed and tried to keep your breathing even but even though the pain was gone the panic was not going anywhere.

When Logan was sure it was all over he helped you sit up. Making sure you didn't sit on your new wings and didn't aggravate the injury.

"Can you stand? We need to get you to Jean."

You nodded. Your back felt strange. There was a new weight. A new neurological connection to a set of muscles that hadn't existed before. You could feel the wings, you were in tune to them. Having them felt as natural as having two arms. But moving them hurts. So you let them drag on the ground behind you, rather than holding them up.

Logan took your hand and helped you walk to Jeans lab. You felt dizzy, all the blood loss has made you woozy.

Your bedroom floor and Logan's jeans were stained with it. There was so much.

Logan looked at your wings as he walked beside you. They were a deep green. Something like the leaves of the forest he used to live in during the spring. It was a beautiful colour. It matched your eyes and your hair.

He felt your pain. Knowing what it was like to have your body rip itself open for a "gift" you didn't want.

He was going to be there for you every step of the way whilst you figured this out. He made a promise to take care of you and he was going to keep it. Even if that mean struggling through your manifestation.

The two of you got to Jeans lab and she had you lay face down on her table. She poked at your wings trying to move your ripped shirt and new wings aside so she could assess the damage. It hurt. Any movement hurt but if she didn't clean the wound it would hurt a lot more later on.

She has to cut you out of your shirt because the blood had dried into a sticky brown colour and she couldn't risk getting cotton in the gashes.

She explained to you what she had to do and you nodded accepting what was necessary.

Logan crouched down in front of you and you looked at him from the bench. Forcing out a smile before Jean got to work. You shoved your face down into the table hiding the expression of pain you could feel twisted into your features. You didn't want Logan to see that. But he grabbed your hand and held onto it. You squeezed it each time pain ebbed over your skin. And he squeezed back, letting you know he was still here.

After what felt like too long Jean announced she was done. She had to stitch up a gap that was unnecessary to your wings range of movement. The extra flesh that had been torn from the growth.

She informed you that you would have to come see her again the next day and that you would have to be careful how you slept and moved until everything had fully healed and your body had adjusted.

After that Logan leads you back up to your room and helps you into bed. You don't bother to get changed. You doubt that you would fit into any of your shirts now anyway. You crawled into bed and tried to find a comfortable position but it was hard. You didn't have enough room anymore.

You reached a hand out from your place on your bed. Feeling with your hand you try to find Logan in the darkness of your room. He takes your hand and with the little strength you have you try to pull him towards you.

He gets the message and sits down in your bed. Kicking off his boots and pulling you back to lay on his legs and chest. Acting as a full body pillow for you. Within moments the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you were out like a light.

I'm so glad I could write this. Staying up till 2am was totally worth it gets this done. I'm so proud of it! If you like this then please consider sending in a request of your own. I would be happy to take them in

[eirianerisdar]

Danica: I just don't think Logan's got staying power. I think it'll be someone else [in the seat soon] you know?

Simon: *Asks Jenson the same question*

Jenson: No I don't think so. I think Logan's going to be in the seat until the end of the year. Of course we'd all love to see Logan doing a bit better than he was but (goes on to defend Logan and talk about Williams as a works team)

He shut that down SO quickly

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[that-art-cat]

[avatarofthetimelords]

at this point i’m just collecting fictional father figures like pokémon cards

(no i don’t have a healthy relationship with my father why’d you ask?)

[spoopderman]

Everyone say thank you to @woof-verine for coming up with the fantastic concept of Wade and Logan taking Laura to go rollerskating (it was mostly Wades idea).

[t0ast-ghost]

I’m watching the first xmen movie and them actually letting Logan be protective and show care and aughjhfhjhnnn

[resident-idiot-simp]

Rogue and Logan

Rogue had never expected to get as close to Logan as she had.

He was a gruff standoffish asshole with a vindictive streak, but despite herself she was drawn in like a moth to flame. It might have been how he treated her or understood better than the rest how it was being feared. Or maybe how he couldn't seem to stop himself from caring.

She wasn't sure but she knew she loved him, loved him like a father and that familiar love seemed to be shared despite himself. He was always there to make sure she was ok or to just annoy her because he could. It was everything she missed from her own father and it helped, it helped so much.

Logan may not be everyone's favorite at the mansion but he sure was hers. Anytime someone new would show up they always seemed very confused that she chose to spend so much of her time around him. It honestly made her laugh because she understood, he definitely didn't seem to type that you would want to be around more than necessary.

Rogue had to come to learn that a lot of that was intentional. He didn't want to get close to others, but despite himself he couldn't help but do just that. Despite his best attempts he was still partially human. Even the animal side of him craved closeness despite what he tried to tell himself.

It was a day like any other when Rogue had wandered to Logan's room. It was Saturday so there were no classes and she was bored. She knew Logan was in his room probably being an old man and reading something like he always seemed to be doing. She had asked him once why he enjoyed it so much and he had shrugged. “People still come up with interesting things even all these years later.” He’d said.

Rogue could never get over his age. The fact that he was over 150 was beyond her. She loved asking questions and just getting insight about his opinions on things because they were always something unique. He had seen how everything had become what it is and he had opinions on it, you just had to ask to hear them.

She got to the door and heard a groan before Logan shouted at her to come in. He always acted annoyed, but he never told her no. She never had to knock either, he always knew who was outside his door. She entered with a smile and saw him lying on the bed book in hand.

The bed was a mess like it always was with piled blankets and pillows making a nest. If she looked close she could see one of her blankets in the pile. She had left it in here one day on purpose. Claw marks gouged the wall behind his head where there was once a headboard. The rest of the room however was spotless, cleaned with military precision.

Logan raised an eyebrow at her and she just smiled before climbing onto the bed next to him. He put down the book flat on his chest with a sigh. “What do ya want kid?” He asked and Rogue shrugged, “Don't know I was bored.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “Your boredom isn't my issue.” He groused, but despite his protests he scooted over. “I know you have friends you can hang out with.” He pointed out. Rogue just rolled her eyes, “Sure but they're not as fun as you.” She shot back and Logan just stared at her blankly.

“That's just not true.” He grumbled as he brought up a hand to rub between his eyes. “It is.” She protests with a pout. Why he thinks she wouldn't want to be around him was beyond her. She knows damn good and well he likes her around too.

“How could I possibly cure your boredom?” He asked and Rogue sighed, “how about you tell me about what you're reading?” She suggests as she gestures to the book on his chest. He blinked at her for a moment before relenting. “It's a world war II book.”

“Anything in particular or just in general?” She snarked with a raised eyebrow. Logan groaned, “You have become too much like me. I regret indulging you.” He bemoaned and she giggled. “It's your fault.” She told him and he scowled

“How is it my fault?” He asked. “Because I absorb a part of you.” She said easily and Logan growled in annoyance. “How is that my fault?” He sounded indignant. Rogue just looked at him meaningfully and he grumbled but relented. “Whatever.”

“The book.” She said bringing them back to the original question. “It's just an overview about really everything. I was curious to see how much they got right.” He answered with a shrug.

“How is it looking?” She questioned and he groaned, “It's not great. Granted I don't know everything, but they did cover some stuff I was involved in and it's just all wrong.” He ranted. Rogue smiled, she loved when he got passionate about something.

“Oh?” She needled and it was all it took.

“Yeah they are comparing the violence to the civil war. THE CIVIL WAR! World war II was tame in comparison let me tell you that. Sure it was different kinds of monstrosities but the violence is not comparable. Baseline rules existed for world war II. People joke about ‘It's not a war crime the first time’ but it's true!” He was gesturing as he got worked up.

“Each war has gotten progressively less atrocious even if it's not by much. Even so, comparing two is just not possible there's different motives and goals, fuck even weapons. People go about it differently, it's not comparable because it's not the same. It's comparing apples and oranges!” He finished with a huff.

Rogue couldn't help her smile as he finished. “Why don't you write one?” She asked. He frowned, “Why it's not like I could fix all the inaccuracies in history. Besides, who would believe me even if I did?” He shot back and Rouge just rolled her eyes, “Who cares if they believe you, you can still do it.” She challenged.

Logan pursed his lips but didn't respond.

They were interrupted by footsteps at the door. Logan sighed, “What do you want?” He asked. Scott opened the door and paused at the sight in front of him, “Well I was going to ask if you'd seen Rogue but I have an answer to that now.” He grumbled.

Rogue raised an eyebrow at him and he snorted, “Jesus you two are almost identical are you sure she's not your kid?” Scott asked. Logan blushed before growling at him. “Fuck off slim.” He shot back and Scott just sighed.

“Rouge I need your help with something.” Scott said to her and she just sighed before getting up ignoring the quiet cut off whine that came from Logan at that. She would come back later, maybe sleep here tonight if she could convince the stubborn asshole to let her.

“Lead the way.” Rogue sighed as she let Scott lead her away.

(Posted it to Ao3)

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[staycoolnewkid]

I just need someone to write more platonic Wade Wilson x reader angst. Make me sob please. Show me platonic found father with found daughter/son healing/hurt/comfort. Make them hurt, but fix it (or don’t, you choose). I need found family. Bonus points if Logan is included (or Al). Bonus bonus points is you make Wade suffer (like full on breakdown).

prompts:

“Let me take care of things for once, alright?”

“What are you so afraid of?”

“Please don’t shut me out right now.”

“I won’t leave, I promise.”

“The thought of losing you terrifies me.”

“Are you crying?”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“You look sad.”

“Just breathe, it’s okay.”

I’m just saying, if anyone wanted to… 👀

[sighsebstan]

but like....what happens after she opens the door for logan....like theoretically what happens (asking for a friend)

ok just for your friend ill make a pt 2 of the stream of consciousness love triangle drama fest-

when you open the door youre looking down because you dont want to look logan in the face and hes speaking to you in the softest voice he can ‘alright let me in, were talking about this’ and you step aside to let him in and he sits on one end of the couch looking at you while you close the door and take the far end of the couch with your legs scrunched up facing him which honestly is how you usually sit but its also convenient rn bc you can easily tuck your face in if you get too embarrassed again but anyway youre like ‘i know what youre gonna say-‘ but he cuts you off with a faux exasperated chuckle and it makes you look him in the eye finally and that oddly centers you ‘then will ya let me say it?’ and you dont have the ability to deny him shit especially when his eyes are staring so annoyingly softly at you and so he says ‘i think you know how i feel about you, i clearly care about you, a lot, and nothings changing that,’ hes speaking slowly and you can tell hes trying to carefully choose his words in the moment but then he takes a beat and a deep breath before he finishes his thought with ‘but wades got a point kiddo, the way i see you- the way i see us- this isnt gonna be a romantic thing’ and then ofc the tears start forming in your eyes again but this time a tear drop starts to fall down your cheek and logan gets closer so that he can put a hand on your knee while you stare up at the ceiling (and like fuck u for that logan but also you dont budge or ask him to move his hand bc <33) ‘the thing is that i know that’ you start ‘ its just that i have a ridiculous crush on you and i cant see it going away’ and it was an act of your heart betraying your brain bc your brain tells you to just accept the care and comfort that logan has always shown you platonic or not but your heart is a stupid bitch and a stubborn bitch and struggles to move on and your words hang in the air for the worlds longest minute before logan speaks up again ‘can you try? i know it might be asking a lot but ive lost enough and i really need you in my life,, youre like my own personal anchor being’ you had to snort laugh when he said that and you looked down where his hand was on your knee and youre like ‘wow that was really corny’ and he laughed with you in agreement and says ‘yeah i knew you werent gonna let that slide’ and then you shifted so that you were curled up in his side and he could have his arm around your shoulder caressing your hair which was not new to either of you and eventually he can hear your heartbeat steadily go back to a normal rhythm and he goes ‘so the wade thing’ and youre like ‘yeah the wade thing…..’ and your heart rate is right back up and he asks ‘have you ever thought of him?? like that??’ and you honestly told him ‘i didnt know it was an option i guess? it never crossed my mind he could see me like that’ and ever the wingman logan goes ‘it might be worth a shot? i mean, you know if he ever does anything to you id do whatever i can to fuckin kill him so its not like theres much to lose’ and you scoff even though you know hes being absolutely truthful and you go ‘yeah…’ and for a second you think about how great it could be with your bestie who you admittedly think is hot and you obviously love spending time with , but then again in your head your like ‘except i could lose my best friend’

[oll13v3r]

It seems like every single person in the marvel universe is thirsting over wolverine now. (exaggerated)

BUT LIKE... He can bag both Jean and morph in x men 97... And he was besties with both Kurt and Deadpool. Not to mention the original series him getting with storm (LITERAL goddess) in an alternate timeline.

And irl everyone and their fathers are jaw dropped by Hugh Jackman.

Everyone wants this old man apparently 🤷

[waywardsou2]

You don't understand, that scene in X-Men where Logan goes to find Rouge on the train, he tells her to follow her gut and that he will make sure he protects her no matter what she chooses. And the give her a hug. She has probably had no human contact since her mutation manifested and to have someone hold her close when she's recently run away from her entire life is just too fucking precious.

It is literally the comfort scene gifted from the heavens, the scene that is written over and over again by people on the internet seeking comfort in their ficitonal characters.

It is literally the dream scenario

When I saw it I screamed, because as someone practically adopts any potential father figures without even batting an eye seeing this scene was like a godsend and what solidified my love of Wolverine and Logan.

[rainecannotdie]

BEHOLD. A 5'5 IMMORTAL CANADIAN FATHER FIGURE

[anal0g-andr0id]

yall remember that post thats like "2012 avengers fandom wanted so badly for the team to be friends and theyre barely even coworkers." that <- flaw right there is exactly what i think makes xmen media so good. even when its bad. cause at least they all live in a big house together and hang out and have interesting interpersonal dynamics and shit. like we always wanted <3

[thedgeoftheuniverse]

joel miller = logan howlett

[daddy-hugh-jackman]

He’s such an old man omgodddd. Why does that make me adore him even more the fact that this man is happy about watching other people puzzle competitively. Like that’s such a literal old person thing it’s adorable. I mean I love to puzzle now and again so I’d puzzle with you whenever you want daddy. Clothes optional. If I have to move into a senior citizen home with him at an early age then so be it 🫠