#logan is a girl dad

[maybe-im-dark]

Night lessons

After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine, Logan decides to bond with his daughter and teach her in the ways of hunting

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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest. The trees stood tall, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and earth. Logan moved silently through the underbrush, every step careful, deliberate, barely making a sound. Behind him, Laura mirrored his movements, her small frame blending into the darkness, but Logan could still sense her hesitations, the way she paused with each snap of a twig, each rustle of the leaves.

They had been out here for hours, tracking the deer Logan had caught wind of earlier, and though Laura was doing well, he could tell she was holding back—trying too hard to be cautious, too afraid of losing control. He slowed his pace, letting her catch up, and when she stood beside him, her brown eyes shining in the moonlight, he gestured for her to stop.

“Why’d you hesitate back there?” Logan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Laura glanced at him, frowning. “I didn’t want to scare it away. You said we need to be quiet.”

Logan nodded, crouching down and motioning for her to do the same. “Yeah, but you’re thinking too much. You’re trying to control every little thing. That’s not how it works, kid.”

Laura looked confused, tilting her head. “Then how do I do it?”

Logan let out a quiet sigh, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You gotta feel it. Let go of everything else and just listen to your instincts. They���ll guide you better than any lesson I could ever teach you.”

She stared at him, and for a moment, Logan saw himself in those eyes—the uncertainty, the fear of what lay beneath the surface. It was the same struggle he’d faced for so many years, the constant battle between man and beast. But he had learned something in all that time: sometimes, you had to embrace the beast to find your way forward.

“Close your eyes,” Logan instructed. “Just trust me.”

Laura hesitated, but she nodded and shut her eyes, her body tense as she waited for him to continue.

“Now breathe. Focus on the sounds around you, the smells. Let it all wash over you.”

Laura took a deep breath, and Logan watched as her shoulders relaxed, her senses sharpening. He could see it—the way her nostrils flared, catching the scent of the deer they’d been tracking, the way her ears twitched, picking up the soft rustling of leaves far ahead of them.

“There you go,” Logan murmured, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. “You’re getting it.”

“But… how do I know where it is?” Laura asked, her eyes still closed.

“You’ll feel it,” Logan replied. “Your instincts will tell you when you’re close, when it’s time to move. Trust them.”

Laura’s brow furrowed, but she nodded, her breathing steady. They sat there for a few more moments, and then, without warning, she stood, her eyes snapping open. Logan watched as she moved forward, silent and fluid, every step taken with purpose. Her head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, and she adjusted her path, zeroing in on the scent of their prey.

Logan followed behind, letting her lead, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She moved like a shadow, like a predator who had finally found its place in the darkness. And when they reached the clearing, there it was—a young deer, grazing by the edge of a small stream, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond the treeline.

Laura crouched low, her muscles coiled, ready to strike, but she hesitated, glancing back at Logan for reassurance. He met her gaze and gave a small nod.

“Remember,” he whispered. “Feel it.”

She took another breath, eyes locked on the deer, and in that moment, Logan saw the shift—the way her posture changed, the way her fingers curled, claws unsheathing with a soft snikt. It was a transformation he knew all too well, one that spoke of hunger, of power, of the feral instinct that ran through both their veins.

Laura moved, swift and silent, and before the deer even realized it was being hunted, she was on it. One clean strike, and it was over. The deer collapsed, and Laura stood over it, chest heaving, her eyes wide, wild with adrenaline.

Logan stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did good, kid.”

Laura blinked up at him, the excitement still sparking in her eyes, but there was something else there, too—something softer. “I… I felt it, Logan. I felt everything.”

Logan nodded, his voice gruff but warm. “That’s ’cause you stopped thinking and let yourself be what you are.”

“An animal,” Laura murmured, almost to herself.

Logan squeezed her shoulder gently. “Yeah. And that’s not a bad thing. Not when you can control it. You did that tonight. You used it. You didn’t let it use you.”

Laura stared at the deer, then back up at Logan. “Will it always be like this?”

Logan’s expression softened, and he crouched down so he was eye-level with her. “It’s not always easy. But you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, and you’ve got yourself. And that’s enough.”

For a moment, Laura just stood there, taking in his words. Then, she nodded, her chin lifting with a newfound confidence. “Okay.”

Logan smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his face. “C’mon. Let’s take this back to the cabin. You earned it.”

As they made their way back through the forest, Logan watched Laura walk ahead, her steps lighter, more assured. She was learning, adapting, and for the first time, Logan felt hope—hope that she would find her own way, her own balance between the human and the animal.

Because in the end, they weren’t just predators. They were survivors.

[icarusredwings]

Wade at the local bodega: What do you want?

Gabby: The souls of the innocent!!

Wade: hm...A bagel?

Gabby: Nooo!!

Wade: Two bagels!!

From all new Wolverine #31

[rosenclaws]

logan and his teeny tiny baby girl who does the exact same scowl as her daddy, little eyebrows furrowed at whoever tries to take her out of his arms

GIRL DAD LOGAN AHHH

When she's born he's afraid to hold her at first because well claws and he's also terrified to hold his little baby girl because he can't be the dad he wants to be. He can't be the guy that comes home after a 9-5 and barbeques on the weekends and wears fucking khaki pants or whatever. He's mean, he's a drunk, he's violent and right in front of him is the perfect little bundle who can't do anything for themselves. A clean slate who has the potential to change the damn world. This teeny tiny baby who has the cutest face and such small hands. They're so tiny.

After a little coaxing from you he takes her in his arms. He's sitting down and she just sleeps. No crying no fear. She trusts him completely, she has to. A fierce protectiveness comes over him as he just holds her.

When the doctor comes back and tries to take her away from him he growls, scaring the doctor with his tough look and angry scowl. After a light scolding from you he relents and lets her go. The minute she leaves his arms she starts to cry. An angry look on her face as she wails in the doctors arm. Logan has to stop himself from unsheathing his claws and taking her right back. What the hell were they doing to her?

The doctor hands her back over and she calms right down but not before you both notice the angry little scowl on her precious face. You laugh and Logan doesn't think its funny his baby girl was crying. You however can't help it seeing the resemblance already. There's no doubt in your mind that she's already got him wrapped around her finger.

[i-am-the-hero-alfred-jones]

I have beef with girl Dad Logan

Cuz yes, he's obviously a girl dad.

But fuck Rogue. Rogue should've never been part of the equation in the first place. She's literally a grown-ass non-adoptable woman in MOST of the media.

His daughters should be

-Jubillee

-Kitty Pryde

-Laura (X23? Sorry I haven't seen Logan yet-)

AND WORST OF ALL YOU'RE BRUSHING OFF A MUCH BETTER GIRL FOR HIM TO BE A DAD TO

ELEANOR FUCKING WILSON

THAT'S RIGHT, IN THE COMIC DEADPOOL HAS A FUCKING DAUGHTER

You Poolverine bitches need to include her in the Dad line up too!!!!!!

[etiolatedmutant]

wade would adopt laura as his own faster than logan could comprehend are you kidding

he’d come home and laura would be there, sitting on the floor, back braced against the couch and bracketed between wade’s legs while he braids aallll that long hair out of her face and Yaps over the pulpy reality show they’re watching

and she’s like her dad so maybe she’s not Great at conversation but wade doesn’t seem to care, and she shovels spoonfuls of the ice cream they’re sharing (straight out of the tub, no bowls) over her head and into wade’s mouth occasionally, so clearly she (like her father) finds some solace in wade’s constant noise

and when he’s done wade twists some yellow elastics at the bottoms of each braid and goes “voila!” all Proud, and she thanks him while running her hands over the plait

and he just bends and pops a kiss right on the crown of her head, “boutique de wade is always open, kiddo, lemme know when you wanna learn how to fishtail braid!”

and the important thing is she Lets Him, she accepts the affection without flinching or scowling; she just smiles, small and private, an expression that’s so innately logan it makes his heart hurt

maybe he’d even let himself get roped into nail painting afterward just to catch a glimpse of that smile again

[mooneater0-0]

I finally got to draw my sillies being domestic, I headcanon that Laura and Eleanor both live with wade and logan

[pumpkin-cake]

Family Man Farmer Logan

dad!logan howlett x fem!reader

i cannot get this out of my head- logan out in the country with his little family has my brain rotting!!!!! also girl dad logan has me in a chokehold!

part two

divider by @cafekitsune

The rooster's crow echoed in the wide open space of land, stretching across the fields and barns and the small wooden playhouse he himself had built. To ensure Logan's consciousness, the small alarm clock started ringing. He groaned. He hated that damn thing, but oh well. His wife insisted on keeping one around.

That wife, you, were regretting your decision. You matched his groan, shoving Logan as the beeping continued to invade the silence you'd been enjoying. "Turn it off." You grumbled, and he grunted in response. He reached over and sloppily felt for the button and hit it like it had personally wronged him. He inhaled deeply and rolled over to wrap his buff arms around you.

"Mornin'." He said in his raspy morning voice, his beard tickling and pricking your neck. You didn't mind. It was a good look on him.

"Morning, honey." You yawned, turning around to face him. "Who's on daughter duty this morning?" You murmured, and Logan's heart fluttered seeing your eyes open halfway sleepily. God you were perfect, even with a bedhead.

"Baby duty." He corrected a bit grumpily.

"She isn't a baby anymore, honey."

"Yeah she is." He said, absolutely no room to argue. He sat up and stretched, his back popping as he did so. He gave you a kiss. "I'll meet ya in the kitchen, yeah?"

You offered a tired mutter in response. He chuckled and left the room, dressed only in gray sweatpants. He gently creaked open the door to his little girl's room, which was filled with toys and anything of the like. She had a lot of wolf plushies. Her favorite animal. It made him feel warm, like she subconsciously loved him everywhere. She of course didn't know what the hell an actual Wolverine was (she called it a woofewine), but word association apparently.

His heart swelled at his sweet girl passed out sleeping in her new big girl bed that he had built for her. He'd painted the wood white and found some stencils of some butterflies, which were painted yellow. Her favorite color. Logan gently sat at the edge of her bed, reaching over and gently shaking her shoulder.

"Hey, sweetie. Time to wake up." He whispered, like he didn't actually want to wake her up. He loved the peacefulness of her expression when she was sleeping. Looked so much like her mother.

His little girl squirmed a bit, whining and trying to pull her blankets over her face. It just made him laugh a bit, softly but firmly pulling the covers back down. She squealed.

"Daddy!! It's cold!!" She exclaimed, trying to reach for the blanket with her eyes still closed.

Logan laughed and grabbed her from her spot, gently pulling her into his lap and holding her tight. "How's this? Daddy's warm, yeah?" He smiled.

She huffed sassily. "Not as warm as the blankies." She argued, and Logan just laughed again. He grabbed the blanket you'd knit her and wrapped her up. "Better, Daddy." She hummed, leaning into him. He stood up off the bed and kept her close.

"You need to go potty?" He asked her as they walked to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth. Never in a million years did he think he'd have a perfect little girl who he was asking to go 'potty', but God did he not care about whatever dumb child lingo he had to use. Especially if it meant less dirty diapers. Ugh. Sometimes the smell was unbearable.

"No!" She said simply, letting him place her on the bathroom sink's counter. He handed her the Bluey themed toothbrush and she frowned. "You do it!" She demanded.

Your words echoed in his head. "She needs to be a little more independent, she can learn to brush her own teeth."

He sucked in a breath. "Why don't ya give it a shot yourself, sweetheart?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from straining. "You have a big girl bed, how 'bout brushing your teeth like a big girl?"

Your little girl just pouted. “No, Daddy.” She said firmly, baring her little baby toofers. “You do it.”

His heart strained. Oh her little eyes. They were so cute but she had the same little crease he himself got when he was upset. “Okay, sweetie. Maybe tonight.” He gave in almost immediately. It was pathetic, he’d killed so many people without a second thought, but this little girl had his heart in the palms of her itty bitty hands. Just one look and he was giving in.

He held the little toothbrush and got a small amount of bubblegum toothpaste (she didn’t like the ‘spicy’ kind) and gently held her face while he took care of her teeth for her. She grinned the whole time, very proud of herself for winning once again.

After that ordeal was done, Logan picked her up in the blanket and brought her to the kitchen where eggs and bacon reached his nose. You stood in nothing but Logan’s shirt and very short shorts, yawning while you cooked for your family.

"Mommy!" You heard your child shout, and you looked over your shoulder to see her snuggled up against Logan's hairy chest.

"Good morning, sweetie. Did you brush your teeth?" You asked.

"No! Daddy did it!" She chirped, and Logan smiled rather sheepishly at your unimpressed look.

"You know I can't help it." He sighed, placing her in one of the ranch chairs at the table. He tried to make up for it. "Breakfast smells delicious, honey." Well, he would have said that either way, but it made you smile as you served the food, two egg eyes and a bacon smile.

"There's more if you want seconds." You hummed, sitting down and beginning to eat.

Your daughter freed her arms from the blanket cocoon so she could eat. "Can I feed the horsies today?" She asked happily, pointing to the apples in the fruit bowl.

You and Logan exchanged glances. "'Course, babygirl." Logan said simply. The two horses at the farm were both gentle, but your baby could be pretty loud and scare them. You trusted Logan to keep her safe.

"You have to listen to Daddy and be careful." You warned, really not wanting your baby getting bitten or kicked by a horse.

"Okay, Mommy!" She said, hurriedly finishing her breakfast and was going to go outside.

"Clothes, sweetie." Logan reminded, and she ran back to her room to change. He smiled at you. "She'll be fine, darlin'. I got her."

"I know, I know." You said softly as Logan finished eating and went to change too. The two came back down in matching denim: Logan with jeans and your little girl with overalls.

"Bye Mommy!" She said and ran out, the screen door slamming shut.

"Bye, hon." Logan said with a wink, heading out to spend time with his girl.

i'd love to do a part 2! i probably will, thank u for reading!

[sirenittta]

Girl dad Logan

[lovebeatriceplz]

We got Yukio and Wade now we need Yukio and Logan

[wolverteen]

logan is def the type to stitch up his kid's stuffed toy with his little reading glasses and a tiny needle, poking his tongue out in concentration

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade to Logan during breakfast: Laura's been up all night on her phone. Would you like to say something about it?

Laura: I'm not a kid anymore, dad! I shouldn't have a "bedtime".

Logan: First of all, you're a kid and you do have a bedtime.

Logan: Secondly, if there's anything I've learnt in the last 200 years, it's the fact that bedtime isn't punishment. It's a reward.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Gabby becoming Wade's. As in, Everyone knows that Laura is a copy and paste of Logan. Meanwhile, Gabby lowkey takes after her stepdad.

He's such a girl dad. Their family consits of 3 little girls and all three of them yell "Yay!" When Wade asks "Who wants to commit a murder?!"

Logan not only has Gabby but also Ellie now, and you know damn well he's being forced to paint his nails and play WWE in the same hour with these two, sometimes by oppisite girls. And he doesn't mind at all.

I HC she's from a hook up during the time Vanessa and Wade were broken up. He honestly didn't think there would be any consequences, and now he has the best daughter ever. (Who's favorite hero is CANONICALLY The Wolverine and owns a shit ton of Spiderman merch) If you know the lore, you know what happens with Carmelita Camacho, if not, look up Eleanor Camacho, Deadpool's Biological daughter.

Wade with Ellie:

You can not tell me that these three wouldn't have been the bestest sisters ever!! Technically, Ellies is the youngest, being like 9. Gabbys 13 and Lauras upwards of 22 by now.

Wade with Gabby:

I just know that these two are a NIGHTMARE at parent teacher conferences.

Wade: *grabs him by the tie and threatens his life* Okay bye Scott! And don't you ever give my daughter detention ever again!!

Scott: *blinks* But she keeps stabbing people...

Wade: And that's her god-given right! Isn't it Gabs?

Gabby: YEAH!

Meanwhile, Logan with Ororo-

Ororo: It seems that Miss Ellie is very..... Creative...

Logan: *raises eyebrow*

Ororo: *gestures to Ellie happily colouring on the wall a massive fight scene with her dads, spiderman, and a bunch of other heros*

Logan: Oh, so thats what happened to their bedroom wall... *is secretly proud*

[tilyoureninetyhughy]

Post found on TikTok, and now I'm crying (Like a Prayer playing in the background)

Credit to the artists: Miguel Mercado on ArtStation & @ NEWB_FF7R on X)

(If you have a Tumblr user, please message me, and I'll edit it)

[that-art-cat]

[fandomcringebucket]

I'm like halfway through X-2 so updates:

Scogan shippers were and are the real ones, they're fighting over a girl but they're aggressively eye-fucking each other be SO serious. Like. "your bike needs gas" "then fill er up"????? they're both bisexual but they call each other faggots (out of hatred) WHILE they have gay sex, be so fr

[ringstoss]

Bubble tea! (+ short comic)

Laura convinces Logan to try bubble tea for the first time-