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icarusredwings · 15 days ago

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Morph Motel

Loosely based off that one comic of Logan and Morph in that motel and they tell Logan they don't need sleep.

A Morpherinepool hurt comfort one shot

Thats long as FUCK

Tw: Mentions of personality disorder, murder, brainwashing, paranoia, depression, anxiety, and harmful behavior such as stabbing and chainsmoking.

Save me- Queen

It's a hard life- Queen

Somebody to love- Queen

I want to break free- Queen

Friends will be friends- Queen

The party downstairs was still going. It was multiple kids' birthday (seeing as they came from the same lab) so they said screw it and instead of a crappy gift and a slice of cake they ussually would get, the school decided that a party was in order, deciding to host parties for the youngers each month. To give those who didn't have family to celebrate with. A "Happy birthday to all of the March kids!" Kind of party, with stupid hats and confetti, games and cake made by Gambits cooking class.

Most times, Morph could be found turning into the kid's favorite heros and playing with them, Captian America, Thor, and one kid even asked them for Dr. Strange. You know.

The "cool" Heros.

But today, they were tucked tightly into the corner of their room, legs pulled up and face placed in their arms.

With a knock on the door, It opens to Logan's steps, peaking in, a birthday hat strapped on and everything, a piece of cake in his hand. "There you are. We were looking for you.. erm.. they were.. the kids I mean."

Closing the door, Logan dosn't hesitate to take the hat off, coming to sit next to them.

"Room for one more? Promise to only squish ya a little bit." He says, smiling at them in hopes they would make a joke back. But they didn't.

"....."

"Kev?.... you alright?"

Again. Silence. A long narrow stare at the floor infront of them.

"...brought you a piece a cake." Logan mumbles, setting it down infront of them, smirking a bit as he puts the hat on them instead, one that said "birthday boy."

"Age anymore, and you'll be as old as me." He says, gently nudging them in the arm with their elbow. It was a pretty shitty joke, but he was grasping at straws here, trying to get a reaction from them at all.

Without a moments notice, Morph aggressively rips the hat off, throwing it against the wall, turning away to hide more, now glaring.

"....Guessing you don't like birthdays?"

"Don't you have a husband to attend to!?" They snap, a deepy irritated tone ending in a grunt.

"Hey- Hey, Woah. Wait. Don't go shifting on me now. " his hand comes to their shoulder, rubbing it a bit. "Tell me what's wrong. Who pissed you off?"

They turn, looking at Logan's hand as if he had just put a rotten dead fish on them. Nose scrunched, eyes dark, and overall disgusted.

Their glare turns to Logan's concerned ocean blue eyes, their own softening into the white moons, frowning, upset by their own behavior.

Their face curls into that of a silent sob, hands coming to hide themselves, shoulders shaking as they cried.

"Shhh... shh. Which of these little rugrats made you cry, huh? You think Slim would fire me for slamming cake in a kid's face?" He asks, scooting closer, pulling their head into his shoulder.

A soft snort comes from the teary blob of soft cheeks, the tiniest of toothy grins.

"There you are." It's just three words, but the way he held their cheek, the way his brows came together into a look full vulnerability. The way that made three simple words and a rub of your back feel like 'I love you.'

The creases on his face are deep. They say you work more muscles by frowning then you do smiling but if that was the case why was Logan's so thick? Why did his smile look like it could cure cancer? And maybe it can.

Swallowing, They try to pull away, but Logan has already sniffed, hunted, and caught his prey, an arm locked around their shoulder. The warmth in their chest makes them even more upset, begining to cry again. This time out loud.

"Ima huge liability to those kids, Logan." They say, throat tight and high pitched. This is the voice of someone whos already given up. Whos already lost the battle.

But if Mr. Howlett knew anything, it's that it don't matter about winning the battle if you win the war.

"Ooh, Please." He laughs, rolling his eyes. "So am I. And trust me, I'm a bigger liability then pretty much anyone here... okay maybe Wade- but thats for different reasons. My point is, Why are you in here thinkin' bout that by yerself, eh?"

Sniffling, Morph keeps crying, nails gripping into the legs of their spandex. "B-but they ask for you."

"What?"

"They ask for you. Everyone asks for you. N-no one asks for me.."

It's now that Logan realizes what's going on, silently cursing out whatever child just broke months of work. Just you wait. He's gonna find that little brat and give them a big talking, too later.

"Oh.. Kev. I ask for you." He whispers, wiping tears from their cheeks.

What comes out next is barely audible, nonsense and a loud sob but somehow Logan still knows just what to say.

"Shh.. shhh I'm sure no one thinks that. Cause if they did, I would have fought them already. Besides, who cares what people think? You're my best friend-"

Somewhere in the mansion, Kurt feels a pang to his chest but is unsure why. Perhaps heart burn. Perhaps not.

"- and that's a lot seeing as I don't exactly like a lot of people. Out of all those people out there, You're probably my favorite." He says, smiling at them with the kindest, most genuine eyes.

"P-probably?" They ask, making Logan's eyes widden, starting to realize what he had just said.

"O-oh.. well- yaknow.. my husband.. I like him too. It's pretty- well Okay, You're my favorite non husband person." No one ever said Wolverine was good at words. He's better .. well.. Wolverine-ing.

Rolling their eyes, Morph grumbles, feeling that small flame of hatred grow more in their ribcage. "Oh wow... how romantic..."

"Okay, you want romantic, fine. But if you cringe to death, I don't wanna hear it. You're the morphine that dulls the pain enough to make life worth living here, and every day I don't see you, i feel the stabbing pain in my fingers more and more. There. Is that what you wanted?" Logan's ears are red, he's pouting now, a canine sticking out of his little frown, arms crossed.

They stare at him. Wordless. Expressionless.

A different flame is lit in their chest, a large firework type of explosion.

The silence is too thick, even for Logan's liking. "I-i told you! I don't do this sappy shit. I-"

"You mean it?"

"What!?"

"Your hands hurt more when you don't see me?" It's a serious question, no joking undertone.

Logan's mouth is dry. He feels like he just did something that wouldn't end the way he wanted. "W-well... not exactly." He didn't want Morph to worry about his pain. It was constant but managed.

Pausing, Morph thinks for a second. "Wait.." their face twists again, furrowing. "You wrote the same thing to Jean..."

"W-what? No! I-"

Standing up, they go to their closet, practically throwing the door open. Grabbing a suitcase, they click it open, tossing very minimal things inside before slamming it closed.

It all happens so fast that Logan has no clue what to do. Clumsily getting up, He's only more confused the more he thinks about it.

"No, I didn't. I-i didn't write that!"

"Yes, you did! Cause after that, you said how her hair is like the fire that soothes your sores!"

"You're wrong!" The voice is almost pleading to be litsened to.

Picking up the bag, they turn, long red hair forming, going past her shoulders, small kitten heels, a red blazer and a sage green pencil skirt appearing.

"You didn't write that to me, Logan?" It's a soft voice. A questioning and almost disappointed one. It was Jean's.

"N-no.. I-... I didn't write that." He's almost guilty, playing with his knuckles the way he did when nervous. And you know what they say about nervous dogs.

"Yeah. I know you didn't. Cause I DID! I helped you write it, you moron! And now you stand here and lie to my face?" They change back to themselves. "MY face??"

Throwing the bag over their shoulder, walking past him only to snatch the wallet off the bedside table, pocketing it.

Logan frowns, trying to go through his memories. Did he? No- but maybe? He shakes his head. No. He was with Wade before he even met this universe's X Men.

"No! That wasn't me. Just like all the stuff you did, wasn't you." He says, stepping in front of Morph, blocking the door. "Kevin. Stay... please."

He goes to grab his hand, but Morph only pulls their hand away. "You're not listening! That's not what I said. I said I'm a liability to these kids. And I refuse to stay here if there's even a chance I'll hurt them."

"I get that. I do... really. But you're just as much as an X men as any of us."

"That's why I'm doing what any other X men would do. I'm leaving, Logan. And you can't stop me."

Shaking his head, Logan frowns, looking at him with such sympathetic eyes. "You aint a liability, Kev.. you're our friend."

The once pupiless narrow of eyes quickly turns into bright yellow slit eyes, growing a couple inches and a shit ton more hair. "Still think I aint a liability? Runt!?"

Logan's eyes widden, taking a step back, the hair on his arms rising and his claws itch to pop.

"Don't.. Kevin, don't do that.."

"Why? Afraid I might hurtcha? Exactly. Now move, Howlett. I'm leaving whether you want me to or not." He growls, pushing past him, turning back to themself once the door was shut.

Passing past children playing and laughing, they wave goodbye to a few who now were confused, coming to tell Logan that Mr. Sydney was leaving.

"I know. Hey- shh It's okay. I'll get'em. Just stay here, 'kay?" He tells them, patting their heads and shoulders as he quickly tries to catch up with his friend.

"Kev!"

Opening the door, Morph frowns, looking at Logan with tears brinking on the edges. "Logan, Please.. I have to do this myself."

"Bullshit." He says, Grabbing his leather jacket off the coat rack. "You got a helmet?" He asks, shaking a smaller, longer coat with a hopeful little smirk, biting his tounge only to smile.

Scott's bike keys.

Kevin gives a soft grin. "Logan.. you can't."

"Ohh but I can. Now come on. We're we going?"

Shaking their head, Morph scoffs, rolling their eyes as tears dripped down their face, both from fear of hurting one of these little angels, and the other relieved that Logan wasn't going to let them go that easily. Though it did frustrate them a bit that Logan wasn't trained enough to know what the word "No" meant all these years he's been alive.

"I'm going to Margaret's." They say, sighing as they shut the door, Logan taking their bag, wrapping an arm around their waist.

"The bar??" His face scrunches up in that wrinkly confused look that blood hounds sometimes got.

"What? No.. The motel." It's almost questioning. Why would they go to a bar called Margaret's?

"Oh- right."

_________

Walking into the dingy motel, Logan's nose twitched, ears pricking up and his lips curling up into disgust of what he heard. ".. we can't go somewhere else?" He asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hate this place.."

Ever since the first time Morph took him here, he's hated it. He felt they deserved more. A better room to get better in, but Kev said something about how Margaret didn't give them shit for smoking and sometimes- rarely- destorying property as long as they paid for it later.

"Behave. They don't allow pets." Kevin mutters, coming up to the desk in which a woman who smelled like old menthols and hair spray.

"Hey Kev." Without even looking at them, she takes a key off the wall, putting them on the counter, only to do a double take.

"Hey, Marg."

"Mmh. Brought your little boyfriend again? You know last time you were here I had to-" She starts.

"I know what I did. You want your money or not?" It's snappy, rude and it's said as if Kevin didn't want reminded of the room damage.

Before Morph can even get the money out, Logan already threw some up on the counter, a folded wad that should cover whatever damage they cause and the nights stay.

Frowning, Kevin looks at him with a sigh. "You know I could have gotten it myself."

"I know. Now come on, before I change my mind about this place." He says, taking their hand.

Snickering, they smirk. "No one's makin ya stay."

The glance that Logan gave to them and then to the door, only to grunt, leading them up to their assigned room. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

"Shut up, Kev." Wolverines usually didn't change colors, but this one did.

_________

It's been about an hour since they've been here. Logan laid out on the bed with the remote as some boring documentary played on the TV, watching as Kevin paces around the room, chainsmoking and peeking out of the blinds every couple minutes.

Honestly, it was enough to drive a man mad.

"You want a hit of mine?" He asks, holding out the half smoked cigar. "You're burning through those like its your last day alive, bub."

Shaking their head, They come back to the window, their fingers peer through the blinds, flicking their cigarette into an old dirty tray before letting out a deep sigh, planting themselves on the edge of the bed.

"I can't keep doing this, Logan. They're gonna find me. They'll make me hurt people. My friends.. the kids.. You."

Laying back with his arms over his head, he puffs some smoke with an inquisitive look.

"Who's they?"

"You know who!" They snap, grunting before putting the cigarette out on their boot, shifting to lay with Logan.

Moving the cigar away from them, he moves an arm to put around them, smirking. "Aye.. there he is...or.. there they are??"

A snort comes from them as they burry their face into his chest, grunting. "Pft-.. dosn't matter.. at least you try. Scott dosn't even care."

"Slim don't care abouta lot. What's your point? I do. And that's gotta count for somethin' right?"

The phone rings on the TV and Morph jumps up, ripping the plug out of the wall, eyes wide and begining to breathe unevenly as they look around for where it was coming from.

"Kev. It's just the TV. You're alright. Promise."

Gripping the gun in their pocket, Kevin breathes- or at least tries. Their eyes flick from each exit of the room, reminding Logan far to much of himself. How much of a scared animal he used to be. Pacing around that square cage just waiting for someone to give him a reason to use his teeth.

And now, here was morph, pacing, gripping their fists, and panting with a heightened heart rate.

Sighing, He sat up, standing as he came to Morph, hands coming around them in a hug only for Kevin to grab his hand, the one that was currently holding his pistol.

"Logan... don't. It's mine. I have a right to have it." Its almost like a growl coming out.

"Yeah. You do." Logan rips the metal away from them, taking the bullets out and swiftly threw them out the window.

"Logan!! I needed those!" They say, going to the window as the man peers down into the dumpster where the bullets belonged.

"Not until you're right in the head, you don't. I ain't losing you again. And definitely not over some spooky moron." He grumbles.

The look Kevin gave him when handed back the empty gun was dark and cunning. Planning.

"Whatever you're plannin', do it... Coward." This last word is spat as he blew smoke into their face.

In an instant, Morph smacks the cigar from his grip, throwing it to the dumpster too.

"Alright... I deserved that. But you still ain't gettin' bullets, Kev."

Groaning loudly, they throw the useless gun against the wall, beginning to pace again only to sit down, putting their arms over their head.

"This is all your fault, Logan! Now they're gonna come get me and Im gonna murder all the kids at the school and-and everyone is gonn hate me and- why the fuck are you smiling!? This is serious!!"

Logan had been staring at him with a soft smirk of adoration. There was just something about someone spiraling and saying they were going to do bad things that made him smile.

"You're adorable if you think im lettin' you outta this room, or anyone in for that matter." He says, crouching down to be closer to them. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna chill out. Im gonna call Wade. Wade and only wade is going to come and we both re gonna watch over you. No one's getting in or outta here. Got it?"

Kevin sniffles, starting to cry again.

"I-im gonna hurt people, Logan! Why do you think thats funny? I-im gonna kill everybody and im not gonna be an x men anymore! Im gonna hurt everyone I love! Including youuuu" They sob, covering their eyes and pulled their legs closer to their chest.

"D'aaaww.. sure you will, bub." Logan says, patting them on the back, letting them hide.

Taking out his phone, he flips it open, going to one of his only contacts.

At the mansion, Wade was currently trying to pass out plates of food to the kids, making sure everyone had a fork and a drink, keeping the little ones from sticking their fingers in it and the older ones from starting a food fight when his phone rang.

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer, I'm down on my kne-

"Yellow!"

"Hey, Wade."

"Hiya Peanut! Where'd you go? You said you were giving Morph cake not- Ooh you naughty dog! During the birthday party?? Ooh I should have thought of that-"

Logan chuckles on the other side of the line, still rubbing Kevin's back with a toothy grin. God, He loved him so much. He was so nasty.

"Yeah, no, sweetheart."

"No? Then where'd you go?? Left me with all these bra- I mean Darling angels! And Collossus is NOT helping! He keeps popping all the balloons!"

Logan can hear in the background the russian man say 'Is not my fault fingers are so big!'

Only for Wade to immediatly bust out laughing. "Thats what she said!"

'Who she?'

"Your mom! Haaa!! Alright no but seriously were are you? Im bored out of my mind." Wade mutters.

"Wade, I got a job for you."

"Kinnnddaa busy with your pups, Wolvie. They're all savage- GABBY!! GET HER OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!"

"Is she eating Harley agian?- nevermind that. Uhm...Suit up. It's urgent."

"Oooo, we killin' someone?" There's TOO much excitment in the question.

"Maybe. I'll text you the address. You're doing an overnighter, so bring your shit." Lolo leans over, kissing Kevin on the head despite them trying to push out of Logan's grip. "Let go!"

"No can do, pal. You asked me to do this."

"Woah woah woah, do what? Logan, did you kidnap someone?"

He shrugs. "You could say that. Now get over here. The job pays good."

"Oh yeah?? What is it?"

Rolling his eyes Logan groans, having not had actually thought about it. "A large olive and pinapple pizza- AND... ill fist you claws out.."

The scream that came over the phone was enough for Logan to flip it closed.

"Ew! Let go of me you fuckin freak! I'll bite you!" Non Kevin tells him, clawing at the strong muscle headlocked around his throat, kicking and growling.

Logan smirks, "Only if I can bite back~"

"Gross!!"

"Oh, please. You love when I bite you." He whispers, leaning in to nip at their ear, making Morph shout, sinking their teeth into Logan's arm.

"YeOuch! You little shit!"

Squirming out of his grip, Morph takes after Wade, learning a thing or two, pulling a knife. "I said leave me alone!"

"So that's how you wanna play? Alright, let's play, baby."

Snkt.

_______

When Wade arrives, he's fully suited, has his gear and all the snacks he would need for a steak out, including a literal steak and rice take out meal.

Alright, now he just had to get past the desk lady. That shouldn't be too hard. He is the master of disguse, after all.

"Hello, madame. Im with the -"

"Room 240."

"Ooookay? Thanks, lady."

Huh... weird.. usually, it was harder than this.. felt wrong, really.

Ew- the one voice said. This place is disgusting.

"Fuck yeah it is. I bet there's cum smeared on the walls"

Passing a room, A woman screaming 'YESYESYES!' confirmed his thoughts, making him giggle. Oh yeah. He remembered this place now. This was Morph's Motel. Logan and him came here to do as much nasty shit as possible, sometimes with Morph. Logan hated it but this was the only one they weren't banned from and didnt mind the blood bath.

Hmm.. wonder why Logan would- Ooo! Suprise threesome!! Always the best.

Finding the door, he knocks at it. "Ooh Wollvviiee~ stop banging that twink for a second and let me-"

The door swung open, A sweaty and shirtless husband standing infront of him, though his fingers were bloody and there was a knife in his shoulder.

"- In.... you uh... havin' fun without me? Want me to.. erm.." His hand lingers up by his shoulder.

"Huh?" Logan turns then rips the knife out, a teeth gritted grunt following. "Fuck-"

"Fuck is right. What are you doing? Breaking them in half -" Stepping into the room, Morph was rocking in the corner, silently crying, whispering to themselves. Pillow stuffing was covering the room, blood on the floor, a gun lodged into the wall, and a ton of cigarette buts in the ash tray.

"Oohhh... it's THAT kinda night."

"Mhm."

"Stay away from me! I-i already stabbed Logan! Ill hurt you too!" The poor guy sobs, balled up by the wall, crying their little eyes out.

"Awwww. Thats cute. They think they can land a hit on me."

Logan smirks, showing him the knife. "I thought the same thing."

"Yeah but im faster then you, Peanut. Aint your fault, you just got old man bones." He teases, bringing his stuff over to put on the bed, organizing his weapons and sorting out the food.

"Aye, red."

"Whats up big daddy?"

Logan scoffs, picking up his take out.

"One- Don't call me that. Not right now. Two. Nothin' for them. No knives, no guns, nada. Got it?"

"Woof, that bad, huh? Well, it's alright. We'll take care of you." This last part was directed towards the blob on the floor. "Now, you want beef or chicken?" Wade asks, coming over as he crouches down, showing them the food.

"No!! D-don't touch me!" They slap the container out of his hand, sending rice sauce vegtables and chicken on the floor.

"....Fucking RUDE. That one's yours now." He mumbles, standing as he comes back to Logan, whos already scarfing down his steak meal.

"Jeez.. They're a mess."

"Mhm."

"Do I get like that??"

"Mmhm."

"Damn.. Really got a thing for crazies don't ya?" Wade teases, getting only a grunt in response.

"Yeah, me too. Regular people are boring. No offense to Kurt."

"I doubt he'd take any."

________

Hours pass. It's now 2 in the morning.

Logan has already cleaned up what he could in the room, now laid out, lazily flipping channels on the TV, hoping to find something decent to watch but only found a channel playing old recordings of a band called Queen. One that he vaguely remembered seeing once live. Good people. They had soul. Then again, he was on so many drugs at that point that he couldn't remember any of their names for the life of him. He remembers one of them winking at him, though and crying during one of their songs.

Specifcally the one that went "Mamaaaa! Oooh-" or something like that. Either way. It filled the silence and occupied their minds enough to keep Kevin sane.

Wade was sat on the windowsill, taking his job just as serious as any other job, binoculars out and gun ready. Ealier he shot gunned a cigar with Logan and he ate already so he was more then happy to keep watch, swinging his feet slightly to the beat of the music.

Kevin had already tried to take one of his guns ealier and another time, Morph shoved him out the window into the dumpster, but now they seemed to be much calmer, now more so just pacing around muttering to themself and coming to check in between the two every now and again.

"See anyone?" They ask Wade, who's looking at someone through the binoculars, clicking his guns saftey on and off as a stim.

"Just homeless people fighting and third shifters." He mutters, Turning to see how Kev's eyes had changed, smiling. "Hey Kev."

"H-hey.... Logan?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you smell anyone?"

"Just another prostitute and her client. Are we sure this place isn't just a brothel?"

"Hey, you leave sex workers alone. They work really hard to make their living." Wade speaks up, bumming Kev a hit of his cigarette, taking it back and switched his hands, giving them the binoculars to see for themselves.

"I never said they didn't, Wade... I'm just saying that this seems to be a hot spot for them. That's all. No need to get all defensive. Settle down, cowboy, we know- your the customer that decided to pay in diamonds." Logan scoffs, chuckling.

Kev tilts his head, watching as Wade turns to face Logan. "Fuck yeah I did. But hey, I took her on a date first. That's what matters. And that's why I wear two rings. One on my gay hand and one on my straight hand."

Morph bursts out laughing at this, seeing Wade let his 'gay hand' go limp at the wrist, pulling a 💅 pose, showing them the other hand with the fingers pointed upwards.

"Im sorry, What?? Straight hand?" They ask, acting much less paranoid than before.

"Duh. I got a husband that I love ssooooo much-" He bats his eyelashes at Logan, who smirks, blowing him a ring of smoke back.

"And I'm engaged to Nessy since APPRENTLY marrying two people is illegal. What's up with that? How can they put a limit on love?"

"I think it has something to do with taxes." Kevin says, moving away from Wade's watching perch.

"It's cause of religion infultrting the law, actually."

"Damn it, Kurt! I knew that little goody two shoes was keeping me from having 6 marriages! Tch. Rude." Wade says sarcastically, turning himself to look out the window, face becoming dead serious. Successful missions were important to him, even if it was just staring down a homeless guy digging in the trash below them.

From Wade's sudden silence, Kevins heart rate spiked. Logan could hear it. "W-what is it?"

"Nothin', bub. Just someone tryna find some food. That or make friends with some massive coons. Either way.. He won't let anyone hurtcha." Wolverine says, gesturing to how still and ready Wade was to jump out this window to kick ass, putting a hand on his holster.

"Aye, red. Down boy. Let the man eat a moldy sandwitch if he wants to." He tells Wade, who's a little too fixated to look away, but his hand comes off the pistol, still staring like an animal on the hunt.

Seeing how nervous and anxious Kev was, Logan gave a small whistle, patting the side of the bed. "...Come lay down."

Morph shakes their head, a deep frown on their face that made Logan miss their big smile.

"Come on. You need sleep."

"No I don't. I stayed up for three days straight once." They say, playing with their fingers, lingering by the other window.

"Yeah? And how'd you feel after that?" He asks, raising his brow in that 'Im wiser and older then you, you know im right' subtle way.

"Well.. Like shit. B-but that's not the point. I can't sleep, they'll get me. A-and then I'll hurt people. I... I don't want to hurt anyone, Logan."

"Been there.." Wade mutters, not turning his vision from the perk currently trying to wrestle a pizza from a big rat.

Logan lets out a deep sigh, reaching his arm out.

"You can't hurt me. Now come'ere." The older man says, switching hands to hold the stub of his shitty cigar. "I won't let anything happen to you. Swear."

Reaching a handover to pull Morph's waist close, Logan holds him tight, jolting when Wade shot something.

Hesitantly, Kevin gives a final check outside the blinds, their feet very slowly making their way to the edge of the bed, sitting. "...I'm scared, Logan.." they whisper, tears pricking in the corners of their eyes.

"I know.. but it'll be okay."

"Wade!! Did you just-!?" Logan scolds, sitting up to hold Kevin close, who had already started to panic, clinging to him.

"Relax! Relax. It was just a texas sized rat! What, like im gonna shoot a guy for wanting a 3 day old pizza?? Im fucked up but im not THAT fucked up. Sheesh!"

"They're coming to get me!" They screamed.

"Oooh hush, if anyone tries to 'get you', they'll end up like that rat. Big fucker though, god what chemicals are they putting in the sewers? This is how we got that big ass turtle ninjas problem in Chinatown!"

The face Morph made was pure confusion.

Logan, who was honestly not sure if Wade said this as a shock factor to ground kevin or just was saying weird shit again, blinked, just as confused.

Why couldn't he have a normal husband sometimes? Was that too much to ask?

Logan pulls them down into his chest, hand going over his back. "Scary little shit, Ain't he?" He asks, putting the butt of the cigar out in the tray next to him. "Though I guess that means you're the safest guy in town..."

"Poor rat..." His friend mumbles, letting his calloused hands run the top of their shoulders all the way down to their hip. Oddly enough, it was so soothing that they suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wash over them. The kind of tired that you only got from having a big cry and now needed to rejuvenate your body with sleep.

Moving to let a breath out, they weren't aware they were holding, Kevin lets themself lay on Logan, litsening to his heartbeat as their breathing slowed.

"Who do you want me to be?" They ask. It's quiet and just above a whisper, but the silence and glares that followed were extremely loud.

"...what?"

"And he calls me gods favorite idiot... jesus." Wade says, shaking his head softly and turning back to watch the man happily eat his pizza, and put the rat over a fire for extra protien.

Logan's glare made Morph feel like they were about to get mauled or beat the death. Probably both. "You." He growls.

"A-are you sure? I can be Kurt if you want... hes softer.." They say, slightly trying to pull away from him but Logan only tugged them closer.

"I don't want you to be Kurt. Or anyone. I want you to be you. Why don't you get that? What part of 'I want morph' do you not understand?"

Swallowing, Kevin -In their human form- looks up to Logan with a sheepishly guilt. "L-.. like this?"

Logan growls deep in his throat, shaking his head slowly.

Blushing, Morphs skin turns all white, and their hair and eyecolor disappear. ".. like this?"

His eyes soften, leaning up to kiss their head.

"Perfect.. Now, go to sleep. You have a class tomorrow, don't you? ...With the X men. Always. With the X men." Logan soothes, keeping them tight against his chest as he himself closed his eyes.

"Wade-"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Peanut. Not even a cockroach is getting in this place without my permission." His pistol cocks, proving a point.

Under the Tv and the honking outside, Moprh, eyes closed and half asleep, warm and comfy in his arms mutters. "Thank you.." ever so slightly.

"Don't mention it, bub. Go to sleep.. it's late."

The silence before was so loud, but this silence was nice. It was... Perfect. Just like Moprh, Logan thinks.

"...Logan?"

"Love you too kev..." The statment, spoken like a fact, is followed by a deep snore.

The toothy grin they had buried into his chest was all that mattered right now, their breaths synchronizing under warm (dirty) blankets. The way the rain outside began to pitter patter against the windows and floor of this concrete jungle.

Snuggling up under his chin, Kevin finally felt safe here. Logan ready to take care of them until the end of the world, Wade ready to shoot anything that moves, and the soft rumble of the freeway behind them creating a farmilair chaos.

"D'aawww... Goodnight my pretties... don't let the bed bugs bite.. no- seriously. Don't."

"So I guess that's it then, huh? Morph beats yet another manic episode, Wolvie gets to help prove that they aren't a burden, and I get to be fisted later with claws out as payment for keeping watch. What a wonderful way to end-"

"Wade..? Who are you talking to?" Asks a worried tone. "Is someone here?"

"Oh, uhh...no one. Just go back to sleep, it's fine. Everything's okay... you should probably go before they start freaking out again. Seeya later. Be yourself and all that moral lesson bullshit. Bye, babygirl!"

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