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[tartagliove]

ICE SKATING AND SNOW SHENANIGANS twelve days of selfshipmas ✧ day three ✧ tartaglia x zebra

hot chocolate cupped in cold hands, trees dusted in white, holding hands on the ice, laughter and near-falls, playfighting in the snow, making little snow animals, pink cheeks and noses.

tartaglia: you've gotten a lot better at this!

zebra: we've been skating so much recently. i think i’m so good that i can beat you in a race next time.

tartaglia: i wouldn't go that far. i've been skating since-

zebra: since you could walk, yeah yeah. i just think you're scared of losing.

tartaglia: oh those are fighting words, sweetheart. why are you backing up like that, hm?

zebra: ajax, no, i don't like the look on your face. don't you dare!

[eurusholmmes]

this other life// old man logan

Guys I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of stunned at how much you all want requests for Old Man Logan. Let me tell you, I’m thrilled to write them. I love him so much and he deserves all the happiness I can give him. 

This is a fix it fic. 

Requested By Anon: Can you write a fix-it fic where Logan manages to go to Canada with the rest of the kids and forms a strong father+daughter relationship with Laura?

+ Dad!Logan and Reader with Laura as their daughter.

Snowfall. When was the last time you had experienced a tranquility in the world like the first snow of the season? When you had been able to feel peace so deeply that nothing else in the world mattered? Everything just.. was. 

It had been a month since you’d brought the kids to safety inside the border of Canada while dragging a mortally wounded Logan with you. The two of you had been best friends before he’d married you years ago, before the decimation of the Xmen and before you’d been forced into hiding again. Logan would move heaven and earth to make sure nothing happened to you-- and that was exactly what he did. 

You had healing capabilities. It proved super useful in situations like the one you’d found yourself in when you lugged your unconscious husband across the border, Laura standing guard as you used all of your available energy to heal the wound inflicted in his stomach. 

He was so certain that he was going to die, but after witnessing his heartfelt confession to Laura about how much he loved her, you weren’t about to let him leave you so easily. He was a pain, but Logan was your pain. 

  “Is the bedroom finished?��� You murmured, picking up on his footsteps as you peered out the frosted window in front of you. It was heavily snowing outside and Laura was in the midst of it, head tilted back as she experienced her first true snowfall. 

   “Painted and ready to go. She’ll love it.” Logan replied, taking the coffee from your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist. You easily relaxed in his embrace as you both stared at Laura, who was now grinning widely at you from the lawn as her dark hair was dotted with snowflakes. “That’s our daughter.” 

  “That’s your daughter. She was created from you, not me.” You chided, turning in his arms and lightly pecking his lips. “Now, I don’t know about your grumpy grandpa self-” 

  “I’m not a grandpa y/n!” 

You smirked and opened the main door of your house, cold air blowing through the doorway as you stepped into the snow covered wonderland of Canada. “But I’m going to enjoy the snow like so.” Logans jaw dropped indignantly as both you and Laura launched snowballs at the new father- one hitting him directly in the mouth and the other his shirt. “See? Snow is enjoyable!” 

Lauras eyes widened as Logan started to chase you through the massive front yard of your house. “Madre, Madre run!” She cried out, gasping as Logan tackled the child to the ground and pinned her into the snow. “Daddy!” 

  “I told you I’d get my vengeance on you Laura.” Logan taunted, a smile stretching across his scarred skin as the little girl slid out of his grasps and sprinted in your direction, just barely missing the patch of ice that had formed on the sidewalk. Logan, however, was completely oblivious to the ice and had intended to run over it but instead slammed his head into the patch and fell flat on his back. “OW.” 

  “Hija,” You said quickly, rushing towards your husband who was writing on the ice. “Go inside and warm up your daddy’s tea for me. I’m gonna need him calm to do this.” You assessed Logans head injury, deeming it a superficial head wound with a possible concussion as you pulled him to his feet. “Why do you have to be so oblivious to danger, old man?” 

  “Danger is my middle name.” He replied weakly, his body limp as you dragged him into your house and motioned for Laura to shut the door as you situated yourself in front of the fireplace. “It was a freaking snowball fight!” 

You clucked your tongue and softly kissed his head as Laura scrambled to bolt the door shut and deliver her fathers tea to you. Logan settled his head on the pillow in your lap as he eyed the steaming cup of tea skeptically. “Tea? Seriously? Isn’t whiskey good for crap like this?”

  “I’m not about to let you break your sober streak, husband. Besides, teas warm and it’ll make you drowsy. I may even let Laura paint your nails.” An soft glow radiated from your hands as you hovered them over Logans head wound, allowing the mutation to do its work for you. The worse the wound, the longer the process took. “I should totally do that. Wanna paint Daddys nails, Laura?”

The child ran off to find the bottle of nail polish you’d bought her before she could answer you. “You’re lucky I love you.” Logan groaned, wincing as you lowered your hands to examine the stitched wound. “I’m gonna need some serious painkiller and patience to get me through the rest of the night.”

You tenderly ran your fingers over the scars and cracks on his face, cupping his jaw before kissing him deeply. It was nice. Despite the facial hair he refused to shave for fear of what was beneath, Logan still had the capability to intoxicate you with just his kiss alone. His touch... that was a whole different matter. You propped yourself up against the recliner in front of the fire and oustretched your arm to grab the blanket laying across the top, covering Logan with it as your other hand propped a pillow in your lap. “Hey.” You whispered softly, smiling as his eyes lifted to meet your own. “I love you.” 

  “I love you.” He replied. “And I love our daughter.” 

He fell asleep moments later, giving Laura the perfect opportunity to paint his nails. The impromptu snowball fight had clearly worn her out and within the hour, she was curled up at Logans side beneath the blanket, her head resting on his chest and her back against the roaring fire. You softly hummed beneath your breath and slowly raked your fingers through his hair- flashbacking to that first night in the house when Laura had woken up to Logan after a particularly bad nightmare.

It was the first time she’d seen him cry. 

  “Padre?” Laura whispered, rubbing her eyes as she peered out of her doorway. You and Logan were in the living room together, your fingers wrapped through his as he hid his head in his hands. It was clear he was in some sort of distress. “Are you alright?”

  “I-I’m fine. Go back to bed.” Logan panted, swallowing thickly to try and hide the emotion in his voice. He had been so close to dying.. So willing to die despite the fact that the two women he adored more then anything else would be watching it happen. Laura ignored his remark and stepped into the living room until she was inches away from her father. “Laura-” 

The girl completely ignored Logans remarks as she slowly removed his hands from his face, her own lips quivering as tears tracked down his cheeks. “Nightmares end.” She murmured quietly, crawling into his arms and tightly wrapping her own around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible. Logan immediately fell into his daughters tender touch and rested his forehead against her shoulder as he sobbed. “They shouldn’t end who you are.” 

You hadn’t endured the extent of the traumas that both Logan and Laura had endured; hence why you normally handled the deeper, more intimate things with Logan while he frequently described his less chaotic nightmares to Laura. She understood him in a way you couldn’t. 

It amazed you how deeply Logan loved her. After all the years he’d spent trying so hard to push people away, to harden his heart, all it had taken was a little girl exactly like him to change his mind. And here you were, hidden away in the deep recesses of Canada, safe for the first time in years with your husband and daughter tucked into your protective arms. 

All you had ever wanted was exactly what you had.