#logan howlett husband

[pandapetals]

Meet The Parents

Logan suggests trying to have a relationship with your mom despite past meetings not going well.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor

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divider credit: @enchanthings

After saying “I do,” life hadn’t shifted dramatically for you and Logan. You were still very much the same—you still bickered over whose turn it was to do the dishes, still made each other laugh with inside jokes, and still shared quiet moments in the early morning before the world stirred awake. But there was a deeper sense of security between you now, a quiet understanding that you were each other’s, through thick and thin.

Logan still worked on tearing down his walls, letting you into parts of himself he’d once kept hidden from everyone. And you, in turn, were learning to open up more about the pieces of your past that still haunted you. Together, you were strong—even if there were moments of vulnerability and the occasional bump along the road.

One afternoon, Logan found you grading papers in your office, and he slipped into the room with a faint smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, darlin’,” he drawled in a tone suspiciously close to your own impression of him, earning a laugh as you looked up.

“Oh, trying to steal my act now, are we?” you teased, setting down your pen and giving him a playful smirk. “I was wondering when you’d drop by, Mr. Howlett. ”

Logan rolled his eyes but crossed the room to wrap his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I was talkin’ to Scott,” he said, his voice low and thoughtful.

You looked up at him, arching a brow. “Oh? Hopefully, it was a good talk and not some… Scott talk .” Your tone was playful, but you could tell by the look on Logan’s face that this wasn’t just idle chit-chat.

“It was good, actually,” he replied, a faint, almost uncertain smile tugging at his lips. “He mentioned Jean’s parents… how they just adore him.” He paused, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your shoulder as if steadying himself. “It kinda made me think… maybe I should try to get to know your mom better. Really get to know her.”

You pulled back slightly, blinking up at him, surprised. “Logan, I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze searching yours. “Why not?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you tried to choose your words carefully. “First, she brushed you off when you met her at the hospital while my dad was dying. Then there was Christmas—she showed up unannounced, gave you the cold shoulder, and barely even looked at you. I just… I don’t want you to put yourself through that. I know how she can be.”

Logan’s gaze softened as he placed his hands on either side of your face, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. “Sweetheart, I’m not doin’ this just for her. I’m doin’ it for you, for us. You’re my wife, and if there’s a chance I can make peace with your family, even a small one, then I want to try. And maybe…” His voice trailed off, a vulnerable flicker in his eyes. “Maybe it’ll help you, too.”

You swallowed, feeling a familiar ache in your chest—the ache of loving someone who saw through your defenses even when you didn’t want them to. “Logan…”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Just think about it, yeah?”

Despite your reservations, you found yourself nodding. If Logan, of all people, was willing to make an effort with your mother, maybe it was worth a shot.

A few days later, you and Logan found yourselves driving down familiar streets toward your childhood home. The sight of the weathered brick house brought back a swirl of memories, some warm, others tinged with bitterness. You glanced over at Logan, who gave you a reassuring nod, his hand warm around yours.

Your mom opened the door almost immediately after you knocked, and for a moment, her face softened with something almost like surprise—or maybe it was relief. She offered a tentative smile, ushering you both inside with a bit more warmth than you’d expected.

"Well, look who decided to come see her mother," she remarked, her tone light but with an underlying edge. Her gaze shifted to Logan, and to your surprise, she extended her hand. "Logan, wasn’t it?"

Logan shook her hand, giving her his best attempt at a polite smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

For the first half-hour, things were surprisingly cordial. Your mom asked Logan polite questions—what he did, how he ended up at Xavier’s, what he thought about teaching. Logan answered each question with surprising patience, even throwing in the occasional charming remark that made her laugh despite herself.

You started to relax, thinking maybe this visit wouldn’t be as tense as you feared. Maybe Logan was breaking through her walls, the same way he’d done with you.

But then, while talking about life at the mansion, Logan let it slip.

“Yeah, it’s been a nice few months, gettin’ settled in as a married couple. Kinda feels like the place has turned into a real home,” he said casually, reaching over to give your hand a gentle squeeze.

Your mom’s face froze, her eyes flicking from Logan to you. “Married?” she repeated, her voice sharp and disbelieving.

Your heart dropped. “Mom…”

She shook her head, her eyes widening with incredulity. “You’re telling me you got married —you actually had a wedding—and you didn’t think to invite your own mother?”

Logan’s hand tightened around yours protectively, but you felt the heat of embarrassment and hurt rising in your chest. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t a ceremony, Mom. We just went to the courthouse. We wanted to keep it simple.”

Her gaze turned icy, lips pressed into a thin line as she looked between the two of you. “Simple or not, a wedding is a wedding. Do you know how humiliating it is to be the last to know about something like this? My own daughter, marrying some…” She stopped short, clearly struggling for words as she looked at Logan, her disappointment morphing into something colder.

Logan took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm. “Ma’am, it wasn’t about excluding anyone. We just… wanted it to be about us. That’s all.”

Your mom ignored him, focusing solely on you. “Is this how you treat family now? Running off to do things on your own without even telling the people who care about you?”

The words stung, each one laced with the familiar guilt she’d wielded over you for as long as you could remember. But this time, Logan was there, his hand firm in yours.

You took a deep breath, gathering courage. “Mom, I’m sorry if this hurt you. But Logan and I… wanted something private, something that was just ours. You know we aren’t close, and I…I didn’t want the added stress of making it something it wasn’t.”

She looked at you, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something like sadness or maybe resentment. “You really think that little of me, don’t you?”

“No, that’s not it,” you replied, your voice steady. “I think that much of myself. I wanted this to be a happy memory, something simple and true, without all the weight of… everything.”

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension thick enough to feel. Logan’s thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand, a quiet reminder of his presence.

Finally, your mom let out a sharp breath, turning away as she adjusted a picture frame on the side table—a nervous habit you recognized all too well. “Well, I hope you’re happy then. Both of you.” Her tone was clipped, and she didn’t meet your gaze.

Logan cleared his throat, shifting on the sofa. “Look, ma’am, I know this might not have been what you expected, but I’d like a chance to make things right. We’re family now, and I want you to feel like you’re a part of that.”

Your mom barely glanced at him, brushing off his words with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I don’t care for your excuses,” she said, her voice brittle, as if holding back a storm of emotions. “My own daughter has made it clear she doesn’t want me in her life.” She paused, her hand trembling slightly as she smoothed back a loose strand of hair, her face contorting as she fought to keep her composure. “After your father died, I thought… maybe things could change between us.”

You felt a familiar tension coiling inside you, a blend of anger and hurt that you’d long tried to bury. Your jaw clenched as you forced yourself to stay calm, though your voice betrayed the tremor of pent-up frustration. “It’s not that easy, Mom,” you replied, your tone sharp as you rose to your feet. “How could you possibly expect that from me? How could you think things would just… magically heal?”

Her eyes flashed, an edge of bitterness creeping into her voice. “Because he’s gone. I thought that’s what you wanted.” She looked at you, her gaze narrowing, her tone laced with accusation. “You wanted him dead—”

The words hit you like a slap, and for a split second, the room seemed to blur around you. “That’s not true!” you shouted, your voice breaking, the anger boiling up past the point of restraint. “I wanted a family—a father who didn’t hurt us and a mother who actually protected me. But instead, I got a mom who stood by and watched as her child was abused.”

Your mother’s face crumpled, a raw sob escaping her lips as she clutched her chest, her words coming out in a choked whisper. “He hurt me too…”

Before the words could even fully register, Logan stepped in, his hand firm yet gentle as it settled on your shoulder. He moved forward, positioning himself slightly between you and your mother, his expression calm.

“Enough,” he said, his voice a quiet but commanding rumble. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t need to—there was a steeliness in his tone that cut through the tension in the room. “This isn’t helpin’ anyone. Not you,” he said, looking directly at your mother with a steady gaze, “and sure as hell not her.”

Your mother blinked, momentarily stunned by the quiet authority in Logan’s voice. She took a shaky breath, her expression shifting from anger to something almost like shame, her gaze darting between you and him.

Logan’s hand remained on your shoulder, a reassuring presence that seemed to pull you back from the edge. He looked down at you, his expression softening just a bit, his thumb brushing gently against your collarbone in a soothing gesture.

“She’s tryin’,” he continued, his voice a low murmur directed at your mother, though his eyes stayed on you. “I’ve seen what she’s been through, and I know how damn strong she’s had to be. But dragging up the past like this… it’s not gonna heal anything.”

Your mother swallowed hard, her eyes glassy as she finally looked at you with something closer to vulnerability than resentment. “I… I didn’t know what else to do,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I thought… I thought you’d let me back in if he was gone.”

A part of you softened, despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface. You could see the cracks in her carefully constructed mask, the way her hands shook as she held them close to her chest, clutching her own arms like she was trying to hold herself together.

“Mom,” you said quietly, your tone weary but sincere. “I don’t know if I can just… forget everything that happened. But I didn’t want you out of my life. I just wanted you to see… to understand why I couldn’t just be the ‘perfect daughter’ you wanted.”

Your mother’s shoulders slumped, her gaze dropping to the floor. For a long moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence, each of you caught in the web of past hurts and unspoken regrets.

Logan’s hand remained a comforting weight on your shoulder, his presence steady and unyielding. He glanced over at your mother, his gaze gentler now, as if he could see the fragility beneath her guarded exterior.

“Maybe you should give her some space,” he said quietly, his voice respectful but firm. “Let her breathe, let her process. Pushing her right now… it’s only gonna make things harder.”

Your mother looked up, meeting Logan’s gaze with an expression that was almost grateful, if not a bit lost. She gave a small nod, her shoulders slumping further. “Maybe you’re right,” she murmured, almost to herself before standing.

She took a step toward the door, pausing with her hand on the frame as if she wanted to say something more. But whatever words lingered on her lips went unspoken. She cast a final, lingering look at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing.

“If you… if you ever want to talk,” she said, her voice wavering, “I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting.”

You nodded slowly, the emotions churning inside you too complex to untangle at that moment. “Thank you, Mom.”

With one last look, she watched you and Logan walk out, the door closing softly behind you. The silence that filled the cool air afterward was thick, but there was a strange sense of relief in it like a weight had finally been lifted.

Logan turned to you, his expression softening as he reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “You okay?”

You managed a small, tremulous smile, leaning into his touch. “Yeah… I think I will be.” You took a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and peace settling over you. “Thank you, Logan. For stepping in. I didn’t think… I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say those things to her.”

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you securely. “That’s what I’m here for, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “To back you up. And to make sure you don’t have to go through this alone.”

As you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you felt a sense of closure begin to bloom, fragile but real. The past might always haunt you, but with Logan by your side, it felt like a burden you could finally begin to let go of.

[4ever-feral]

Oh, he’s a slut for pain for sure 😩

*bitting my knuckles & giggling*

[mischievous-thunder]

A guide to Wade's sweet and spicy pet names for Logans across the multiverse:

Then come the pet names Wade gave his Logan:

And his Logan loves each one of them.

[wisefoxluminary]

They are living the best domestic life as married husbands (Mary Puppins is their kid)

[x-ghostslovie-x]

Don't Cry For Me Princess

Logan Howlett (2017) x Wife Reader

I watched Logan for the very first time, and I have a lot of feelings since this man owns my heart and is all I can think about, so I wrote this where I'm basically cleaning the blood off my husband. This is very self-indulgent 🩷

You were asleep in your bed, not as deeply as you normally did since you were waiting for your husband's return. At around half 1 in the morning, you awoke to grunting coming from the bathroom.

Logan had just got back home from a job. He limped into the bathroom since it was late at night, he tried not to wake you up.

You got out of bed walking barefoot to the bathroom. Pushing the door open, you see him hunched over the sink as bullets fall out his chest and arms.

"Logan, what happened to you?" Your voice filled with worry as you approached him checking the wounds.

"I'm alright bub, just some guys trying to steal the fucking wheel lugs. I tried to tell them that the plating would flake off, but I got shot before I could finish. Obviously, I got up, but then I got the shit kicked outta me, and I ended up killing most of them."

Your eyes filled with tears, but only one of them fell. Grabbing a cloth, you run it under warm water before saying "here let me clean you up." You start to clean the blood off before waiting for a reply.

"Hey." Lifting your chin up with his finger. You stop wiping for a second. "Don't cry for me princess. I'll be fine, these will heal eventually."

You let out a shaky breath. "I know Logan, but you need to be more careful. You don't heal as quickly as you used to." You continued to wipe off the blood. "Besides, this blood isn't going to clean it's self."

Logan let out a low chuckle. "That's very true darlin."

Once you finish, you throw the bloody cloth in the sink and take your lover's hand. "Come on baby, let's go to bed"

This movie made me cry so much, so I thought I would just write something cute and comforting. 😭🩷

[robo-writing]

Mother reader with Logan as her new neighbor, looking at this sweet little lady run around with her hair in a messy bun and baby food staining her shirt, clearly tired and overrun and very much in need of a break. Sweet thing she is, waves to the neighbors each morning before walking her kid to school every morning, and Logan can’t help but watch from afar. Like waving a bone in front of a starving dog, he feels his chest tighten as you scurry about the town.

Enter Logan, who overhears you complain about a broken sink you can’t afford to fix so he leans up against your fence, waves you down and says that he “heard from a friend of a friend” that you’re having sink issues and would you guess it? He’s pretty handy with a toolbox. Plants his feet in the ground and won’t accept no for an answer, no matter how many times you try to decline.

When he comes over to fix it he’s appalled at the state of your home, toys everywhere, children running about. “Where’s dad?” He asks and come to find out you’re a single mother, poor thing like you. He fixes your sink and you offer him some food in return, an old apple pie you baked for a school fundraiser that you never went to.

“Sorry if it’s not exactly fresh,” you mumble, but Logan wouldn’t give a damn if you had fished it out of the trash. You let him into your personal space and offered him food? Clearly your parents never taught you—you should never feed strays, or they’ll keep coming back for more.

And boy, do you feed him. He offers help anytime you need it which ends up being quite often, it’s truly the strangest thing—reports of animals attacking water lines and such, but aren’t you lucky you’ve got Logan to help? Who else would offer you their shower? And don’t forget about the time your lawnmower was stolen, of course you can borrow his—hell, he’ll mow it for you free of charge.

Of course, you’re not totally blameless in this little cat and mouse game—walking around his house in only a towel, water clinging to your bare legs as you thank him, staring at his shirtless form from the window when you think he’s not watching.

You don’t realize how bad it’s gotten until your little one calls Logan “Daddy” one day, embarrassment hot against your face as you work to correct her. Little do you notice Logan standing behind you, a sharp-toothed smile against his rugged features.

“Daddy, huh? Got a nice ring to it.”

pt 2

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Logan's got it real bad for a certain idiot.

[satanica-rat]

GUYS!!! I FORGOT THIS SHIT EXISTED IN MY DAMN FANART FOLDER!! no because that was the first time i drew logan 😭 drawing so old that i didn't knew at the time logan was a short guy lol the reference i took:

[twilightkitkat]

Really stupid idea but can you imagine if the TVA swore Wade and Logan to secrecy and then they come back and everyone is so incredibly confused. Like? Wade, what the fuck? Who is Logan and why is he living with you and why does he look like a dead superhero?

Especially with the insinuation that the entire movie timeline spanned over a few days. So Wade goes from hopelessly pining after his ex to bringing home this buff, hairy, muscular guy to live with him without warning after disappearing from his birthday party.

Like he just randomly walked out the door after blowing out the candles, then he mysteriously reemerged with this feral look-don't-touch beast of a man. And he's calling him stupid pet names like "peanut" and "babygirl" and the guy isn't biting his head off?

When asked, Wade just responds that Logan was his best birthday gift ever. Logan's ears turn pink and he covers his mouth to hide the small smile on his face. Wade wraps an arm around his shoulder and grins. Meanwhile, everyone thinks Wade left his own party because of a hook-up call that somehow ended with him landing himself a boyfriend.

[wolverinesprincess]

husband!logan:

boyfriend!logan:

dbf!logan:

[romanarose]

My Wife, My Wife, My Wife.

Protective!Logan Howlett x f!reader

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Summary: You're pregnant and take your new husband, Logan, to Thanksgiving with your family. Logan isn't too happy with how you are treated.

Warnings: Toxic families, comments on eating and weight, pregnancy, Roman's daddy and mommy issues.

Dividers by @sister-lucifer

"Dinners ready!" Your moms voice calls out from the kitchen. You'd spent much of the day helping her get the food ready, but needed rest away from the heat. Your pregnancy had made you sensitive to the heat, and Logan always made sure you rested plenty.

Logan takes your arm, helping you off the couch and to the table with strong but gentle guidance. He's always gentle with you, but especially so now that your pregnancy has reached month 8 it was even more so.

Your dad took his seat at the head of the table, the rest of the family filing around the seating, filling up both the adult and kids table to it's max.

"Ladies, why don't we let you guys go ahead and get the mens food first, then we can get the kids." Mom instructs, and the adults and cousins and your sister get up to get their mens meals. You lock eyes with Logan as you start to get up, rolling them with him as he smiles. You did not mind serving Logan, in fact you enjoyed doing things like that for him. Logan was a good husband, he took care of you and you liked to take care of him. But it was the fact your mom expected you to, and that it was the men that always got food first at the table. That's not how it worked in yours and Logans home.

Logan doesn't let you get up, placing a firm hand on your thigh as you smirk up at him. This was going to annoy your mom. "I got it, baby."

Your mom, as predicted, turned to Logan with that clipped but cheerful tone she uses when there is company. "Oh don't worry Logan, she can get it."

"It's alright ma'am" Logan smiles thats disarming smile. He's so handsome, when he smiles its hard to argue. "My wife is pregnant, I think I can handle getting our plates."

Logan gets you first, asking you a few questions here and there 'you want a lot of mac and cheese?' but mostly knowing what you like. You sit in your seat simply glowing as the women in line glance enviously towards you. Their husbands would never. They get plates for their men, then their children, then themselves.

When the table goes around saying what they are thankful for, Logan proudly says, "my wife, and our son" and plants a kiss on your cheek. You feel a little embarrassed you went before him and said modern medicine, but your pregnancy hadn't exactly been easy, so you had your reasons.

When it was time for desert, you asked Logan to get you whipped cream on your cherry pie, which of course your mother had something to say about.

"I don't think that's a good idea, honey." she says quietly next to you.

You glare at your mom, shoveling a large scoop of pie into your mouth. "I'm growing a baby, mom."

"Oh, and the whipped cream provides much needed nutrition?"

Logan leans over, spraying a massive amount of whipped cream onto the pie, spilling over onto the plate.

"If my wife wants whipped cream, whipped cream she'll get."

You make sure to hum in contentment as your mom eats a small slice of pumpkin. No whipped cream.

Your dad, of course, had ignored you most of the day. Ever since you got with Logan, he couldn't act the way he usually did with you, making him one of your dads uhhhhhh less liked people. He couldn't cross your no hugging boundary anymore, Logan always standing protectively close and his arm around you when you said hello's and goodbyes. He couldn't make subtle digs about your hair or tattoos anymore. You never even had a chance to argue anymore, Logan took care of it.

Still, as the evening went on and the alcohol poured (for everyone but you.) he started speaking more freely.

"I bet you're relieved to be having a son, aren't you Logan?"

Your body immediately tensed, and Logan didn't fail to notice. "I don't know what you mean. I'm happy to be having a baby, the sex doesn't really matter."

"I just mean," His mouth is full of chex mix. "You know how women are. Having a daughter can be a lot. They are so dramatic, and god, when they are teenagers-"

"May I remind you you're speaking about my wife when you talk about your daughter?"

Your dads face settle into a hard line. "You know, this whole 'my wife' bit is getting old. You've been married over a year, I think you can act like a normal couple now."

You scoff. "Act like what? make a bunch of jokes about how we hate each other? Surprise, dad, if I didn't like him I wouldn't be married to him."

"See what I mean?" He laughs, ignoring you and turning to Logan. "Women, always putting words in your mouth, pretending you said things you didn't. Just be happy you're having a boy."

Logan squeezed your hand. "I'm happy I'm having a boy because I'm happy we're starting a family. Respectfully, I'd appreciate if you stopped talking about my wife like she's some kind of burden, because she's not."

He laughs again. "C'mon, you're telling me you like it when she she cries at every little thing, or when she gets pissed off for leaving the toilet seat up? It doesn't drive you crazy that she can't wake up early enough to make breakfast? You like when she dresses like a-"

"That's enough!" Logan stands abruptly, and your eyes go wide, hoping he doesn't go too far... but when it comes to you, he's fiercely protective. "I don't mind her crying because it tells me she feels safe enough to show her emotions. She doesn't get mad at me for leaving the toilet seat up because I simply don't do it. She doesn't have to wake up and make me breakfast because this isn't fucking 1955, and I swear to god if you make one more comment about her appearance i will-"

He stops as soon as he feels your hand on his back.

Logan wraps his arm around your waste, guiding you towards the door. "C'mon baby, lets go home." He helps you put on your shoes, kneeling down at your feet without shame to help you slide them on. Before he leaves, Logan turns to face your dad again, unsheathing his claws "Do not ever disrespect my wife again, do you understand?"

Your dad gulped, and nodded.

When you and Logan get outside and close the door, you both burst into laughter.

"Lo!" You exclaim, Logan holding onto you so you don't slip on the snow. "That was a bit excessive, don't you think?" but you were giggling still.

"Nothings too much for my wife." He kissed your cheek, grinning, before opening the car door. When he slides in his side, he finds you smiling fondly at him.

"You know, I used to dread family events. Now i don't have to worry about a thing."

"And you never will. You and our son are never gonna have to worry about anything, okay? Not with me around. And that includes your annoying ass dad."

Once again, the two of you cackle with laughter as he drives off towards home.

happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!!!

I opted to NOT go home for the holidays THANKS 1. my family is a mess 2/ they are 2 hours away 3. I AM STILL FUCKING SICK!!!! i have bronchitis not and its awful. I woke up coughing so hard i vomited. good times.

I went to my friends place though! I love her family. then after lunch i was tired and sick and laid down in the spare bedroom for an hour. then i tried to get though dessert and some games but i had a coughing fit and just had to leave :((( but my friend sent me home with homemade soup and bread!

anyway, if your family makes you feel like shit, fuck em! not literally.

i'm going to bed now. After looking it all up, the best thing i can do to help is drink tea with honey, lots of water, and sleep so thats what im doing

[kendyroy]

just two dudes on a lil road trip together. nothing could go wrong

[4ever-feral]

I think about Hugh’s smile giggle like a lot…maybe to much. How can someone be sexy and adorable at the same time??!!

[mischievous-thunder]

Let's just join them in their madness

[chiefblossom]

Laura: Why would anyone want to harm Logan?

Wade: Maybe because they met him?

[mcr-themed-brain]

"Old man yaoi"