#logan is so gifted kid core

[i-am-church-the-cat]

I need an edit of the “i was so ahead of the curve that the curve became a sphere, fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here” lines with Logan, where it starts as him accepting his Karting Championship trophy and ends with the shot in Zandvoort in the rain

[notyourhetloki]

neighbor's hospitality (old man!Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)

Reader: she/her (fem!Reader)

/NSFW Logan Howlett x Reader/

Summary: The plan was simple: you would bake some cookies, take them to your new neighbor's door, knock, and welcome them kindly. But that would be proven to be quite more complicated than expected.

A/N: I'm back again at my bullshit guyss hope you like this one! I'm down bad for old man Logan oof

Tags: smut, mdni, old man!Logan, age gap (reader's an adult), pervy!Logan, naive!Reader, piv sex, unprotected sex, petnames (kid, bub, sweetie, baby), Logan calls himself ‘old man’, a bit of crying but it's from pleasure.

Word Count: 1737

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The plan was simple: you would bake some cookies, take them to your new neighbor's door, knock, and welcome them kindly. But that would be proven to be quite more complicated than expected.

See, you weren't prepared for the hunk of a man that answered the door. He was shirtless, wearing only a loose pair of grey sweatpants. His salt-and-pepper beard told you he was much older, and his charming glasses only aggravated his age.

"Hm, can I help you?" The man seemed slightly irritated, but his expression turned more curious after he gave you a good up-and-down look.

You were wearing a cute light sundress, the hem resting just above your knees. You felt his eyes roam your skin as you stuttered to speak.

"H-Hi, neighbor! I-I wanted to bring this welcome gift, I baked them this morning..." You looked down at the plate of cookies you were carrying, feeling shy at the sight of the man's nakedness.

"Oh. Thanks, kid." He took the plate from your hands gently, his fingers brushing yours as he did so. "They smell delicious... what's your name?"

You looked up again to meet his eyes (which was proven to be quite difficult) and answered with a sweet voice. "What about yours, mister?"

"Call me Logan." Extending his arm for a handshake, he took your hand and squeezed lightly. Electricity ran through your body at the more direct touch, and you couldn't help but notice a smug smile on his face.

"Why don't you come in, bub? Make this old man some company, hm?" Logan's voice was hoarse, deep, and full of something that sent shivers down your spine... mischief, maybe?

"Oh, sure!" You caught yourself saying without much thinking.

He stepped aside and you entered his apartment. It was still quite empty, besides not having many boxes left. You followed him into the kitchen where he laid your plate on the balcony, grabbed one of the cookies and ate it. Logan hummed in approval, looking at you as you smiled in pride.

"Fuck, these are good." He said reaching for another one. "Almost as sweet as that smile of yours."

Blushing at his comment, you fiddled with the hem of your dress in nervousness. Your heart hammered in your chest because, in reality, the situation you were in was just too crazy. You were in a hot stranger's house who was currently semi-nude and flirting with you, apart from the fact he was much older... it all should scream 'danger', but you couldn't pull away from the delicious taboo.

Unbeknownst to you, Logan could hear your altered heartbeats (he might be older, but his heightened senses still worked wonders). You were so innocent and young, two things he was not... it captivated him, your beauty, your smell, everything. He felt like a perverted old man for doing what he planned on doing, but he couldn't help it... he had to at least try.

"Want one?" Logan approached you while holding a cookie. Before you could take it from him, he brought it to your lips. "Open." He softly demanded.

You were enthralled, not able to keep your eyes away from his as you slowly opened your mouth. He then gently placed the small cookie on your tongue, watching as you chewed and swallowed. "Good girl."

The pet name immediately sent wetness down your panties, the ache in your core growing with each passing moment. Logan knew all of that, he could smell it on you... so he continued.

His big hand caressed the side of your face as he examined your features, your eyes, your lips... you looked frightened but you were turned on, an interesting mixture of emotions.

"Are you scared?" he whispered as his other hand softly grazed your arm. He looked for any sign of discomfort but was met with bright, wondering eyes.

You swallowed dry before answering a faint "No." It was partially true, though you wanted to act confident and not completely naive in front of him.

Logan let out a faint but deep chuckle that warmed your whole body with tingles. "Attagirl." Again, the way he called you made your body react, closing your eyes briefly and parting your mouth while trying to maintain composure.

"Fuck, look at you..." The older man said while running a thumb over your lower lip. "Wish I could have this sweet little thing all for myself."

You gasped as you realized there were no longer doubts of his intentions... and yet, you were completely at his mercy. Being desired by Logan ignited something in you, a fire you didn't know you had... and only he could appease it.

That's when you felt it, his lips hovering over yours in a tentative kiss. You leaned in, closing the minuscule gap between you. Seeing your eagerness, Logan lost all the remaining self-control he had.

His hand moved from your face to your waist and pulled you even closer, meanwhile, you finally let your own hands run through the hair on his chest.

The kiss soon deepened and turned sloppy, tongues dancing in tandem as one of his hands traveled up your dress and squeezed the soft skin of your ass. You moaned against his mouth and that made him growl, pulling you even closer so you were fully pressed against him.

You blushed even harder when you felt his erection pushing against your hip, yet you couldn't help but smooth your hand over it, gaining a full groan from him.

"You wanna kill this old man, huh?" Logan interrupted the kiss to tease you, his hands roaming all over your body. "Wanna see what you do to me, kid?"

You nodded enthusiastically, making him laugh. "Alright, alright..." He said as he lowered his pants, revealing his hard cock.

He was... huge to say the least. Long and thick, you had never seen something quite like that before. "Holy shit..." Escaped your lips as you began to stroke him, a bit of precum already dripping from his tip onto your fingers.

"Hah... that's it, doll." Logan praised but wanted things to move a little faster, so he decided to be bold. "Tell me, sweetie... you're wet for me, aren't you?"

You looked at him in the eyes after staring at his dick for a while, nodding your head again and humming in response.

"Let me take a look..." His hands traveled up your dress again and lowered your soaked panties down your thighs, letting them fall to the ground. You gasped as he slid two fingers across your entrance, gathering some slick. Logan then brought his fingers to eye level, examining. "Good fucking girl..." The man said before sucking on his digits, humming in approval while tasting you. "Tastes so good..."

Feeling hot all over, you let yourself be turned around by him. Your hands supported you on the balcony while his chest pressed against your back, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Be still, baby girl. Gonna make ya feel good."

Logan squeezed your ass again before you felt his tip entering you, slowly spreading your pussy with his girth. Only then did you realize how inconsequential you were being... having sex with a stranger without a condom? That was insane... but gosh, it just felt so right for some reason.

"Such a pretty cunt, all wet just for me..." You could feel Logan's breathing on the crook of your neck as he deepened himself completely in you, grunting your name while giving wet kisses to your skin.

You moaned when he began to move his hips, first out then in again, a pace so slow it tortured you, but you knew he didn't want to hurt you... for now. "L-Logan, ah! Feel so good... hmm."

"Yeah? Want me to go faster, hm?" He bit your shoulder lightly as you nodded your head and said: "Yes, please..."

"My girl is so polite..." Your girl... you wish you could be his girl forever. You wouldn't mind taking care of him while being used whenever he pleased... that sounded like a good routine, actually.

Logan grabbed your waist with much force before finally fucking into you, a now merciless pace that took all air away from your lungs. You couldn't help but moan loudly, not being able to form coherent words or even thoughts.

"That's it, sing for me, sweetie." The obscene slapping sounds your bodies made filled the empty apartment alongside your moans, and an occasional grunt from the older man. "Fuck, you're delicious."

It all felt so good, the feeling of Logan around and inside you, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust of his hips and drawing you closer and closer to your apex... but you couldn't formulate any of that, too dumb from all the feelings.

As if he could read your mind, Logan began to speak in your ear. "You're gonna cum for me, kid? Cum around my cock?"

You began to cry from pleasure, tears falling down your cheeks as you finally were able to say a few words. "Yes! I-I'm gonna...ah!"

Your orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure running through your body as you squeezed around his girth, milking him in the process.

He couldn't stop himself from cumming as well, feeling you pulsating around him was enough to bring him to the edge. Logan came with a deep groan, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist as he shot his load deep inside you.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths while Logan kissed the hickeys he had left.

He then slowly got himself out of you, watching as his cum dripped from your pussy down your thighs. He made a mental note to never forget that sight.

"You ok, bub?" Logan said while turning you around to face him, your face fucked out and wet from tears.

"Oh, yeah... more than ok." You managed to speak after a while, smiling at the man you had just met. Logan caressed your hair and face before kissing you again, this time gently.

His beard scratched your chin in a lovely way, you wish you could kiss him all the time... you would make that your goal.

"Stay for lunch, hm? I'mma cook something for ya." Logan smiled as you nodded, the two of you exploring your bodies with your hands. "Good, let's get us cleaned up first."

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[reidsworld]

Out of Control

Summary: Logan helps you learn to control your powers. Based on this request.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Mutant!Reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Content Warnings: Reader using her powers on Logan.

Word Count: 1.2k

Mars speaks... Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy this!

Masterlist

You always knew your mutation was different, unpredictable, and dangerous. It wasn’t the kind of power that could be honed into something beautiful or useful like the others at the mansion. For some, their mutations were a gift, even if they came with challenges. But for you? It felt like a curse—one that you couldn't outrun or suppress no matter how hard you tried. You were a living conduit for raw energy, constantly absorbing kinetic force from your surroundings, from the smallest vibrations in the air to the heaviest impacts against your body. If you didn’t release that energy, it would build up inside you, threatening to tear you apart from the inside out.

Over the years, you’d learned to control it to an extent—small, deliberate releases of energy into the ground, walls, or anything else that could absorb it. But lately, it was getting worse. The energy accumulated faster, the pressure more intense. Every breath felt like it carried the weight of an impending explosion, and your body ached from the strain of containing so much force.

Logan was the only one who never looked at you with fear or pity. He understood what it meant to feel dangerous, to battle a part of yourself that you couldn’t fully control. So when the others kept their distance, worried about triggering an outburst or getting caught in the crossfire of your power, Logan stayed. His regenerative abilities made him the perfect training partner—you couldn't permanently hurt him, and for once, you didn’t have to hold back.

“You’re tense,” Logan observed, his voice a gruff rumble as he approached you in the training room. His eyes scanned you with a mixture of concern and something softer that you couldn’t quite place. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, breathing heavily, your hands pressed against your temples as if you could will the energy back into submission.

“Yeah, no kidding,” you muttered, eyes squeezed shut. The hum of the fluorescent lights above felt like nails on a chalkboard, every flicker sending a pulse of energy into your already overloaded system. “It’s worse today. I can’t…I can’t keep it down.”

Logan crouched in front of you, placing a hand on your knee. His touch was grounding, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this, even if it felt like it. “You’re not gonna hurt me,” he said firmly, reading the panic in your eyes. “And you’re not gonna hurt yourself. We’re gonna work through this.”

You met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. There was a steadiness to Logan that you clung to, a quiet confidence that somehow made the pressure in your chest a little more bearable. He’d been through hell more times than he cared to count, yet here he was, offering to weather your storm alongside you.

“Okay,” you whispered, though your voice trembled. “What do I do?”

Logan stood and extended a hand to help you up. “We’re gonna start slow,” he said, his grip firm but gentle. “Focus on me. Let it out in bursts, just like we’ve been practising.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you steadied yourself. The room seemed to close in, the walls vibrating ever so slightly with the energy you held inside. Logan positioned himself a few feet away, his stance relaxed but ready.

“Hit me with everything you’ve got,” he instructed, voice calm.

“What if—”

“You won’t.” He cut you off, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Trust me.”

Swallowing hard, you focused on him, the only stable point in a world that felt like it was constantly shifting under your feet. You raised your hands, channeling the energy from your core through your limbs, feeling the familiar buzz as it crackled to the surface. A flash of light sparked from your fingertips, shooting toward Logan. It struck him in the chest, knocking him back a few steps, but he remained standing, his expression unchanging.

“Again,” Logan urged, shaking off the impact like it was nothing. You could see the faint outline of the blast fading against his skin, the wounds already healing. “Don’t hold back.”

You tried again, this time letting more of the energy flow out, releasing it in a controlled burst. The force hit Logan harder, pushing him back several feet, but he grinned through the pain, his eyes never leaving yours. “Good. Keep going.”

With each release, the pressure inside you eased. Logan was relentless, pushing you to let go of the fear that you’d lose control. He took every hit, every burst of power that you hurled at him, and still, he kept coming back, his determination unwavering.

It wasn’t until you felt the energy dwindling, your body shaking from the exertion, that Logan finally raised a hand, signaling for you to stop. You dropped to your knees, gasping for breath, but for the first time in days, the constant hum of energy had quieted to a faint buzz.

Logan approached you, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He crouched down again, meeting your exhausted gaze with a small, proud smile. “You did good.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping the sweat from your brow. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the hang of this.”

He chuckled, offering you a hand once more. “You’re stronger than you think,” he said. “And you don’t have to do it alone.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you steady as the last remnants of energy fizzled out. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart against your cheek—a reminder that you were still here, still fighting, and that maybe, just maybe, you could learn to live with the chaos inside you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warmth of his embrace. “For everything.”

Logan didn’t respond right away, but you felt his grip tighten, a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “I got you,” he said simply, and you knew he meant it.

You held his gaze, heart pounding not from the aftermath of your powers, but from the intensity of his eyes locked with yours. The space between you seemed to shrink, the unspoken words hanging in the air until Logan leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a question, a promise, and an answer all at once.

You kissed him back, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. There was no hesitation, no fear—just the two of you, together against the weight of the world. Logan’s hand cupped your face, deepening the kiss with a tenderness you hadn’t realised he was capable of, his thumb tracing your jaw as if reassuring himself that this moment was real.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with your foreheads still touching, Logan’s gaze held yours with a depth that spoke volumes. His smile was soft, reassuring, and entirely genuine. “You’re not alone in this,” he whispered, his voice tender yet firm. “We’ll face it all together.”

For the first time in a long while, you felt a deep sense of calm settle over you. With Logan by your side, you knew you could navigate the challenges of your powers and the complexities of your past. Together, you felt ready to face whatever came next, confident in the strength of your connection and the support you offered each other.

Mars speaks... (again) Thank you for reading, any and all feedback is always appreciated!

[marleyybluu]

Kissin’ Santa Claus

dad!Fez x mom!reader

Summary: someone catches Santa and mommy doing naughty things

No warnings, just fluff and my obsession with writing these boys as fathers (I’m sorry)

A little something for the Fezco girls, I’m not abandoning y’all that’s my man too tf

The holidays weren’t really your thing. They were more enjoyable when you were a kid and the older you got the less interested you were in this stupid holiday. The same went for Fez, though he didn't enjoy it much as a kid, he barely got anything but even then family was the only thing he wanted.

It wasn't until you two collided that the Christmas spirit was restored, you guys found yourselves going to little Christmas parties, you'd invite him and Ash over to your family's house for the whole day just so they wouldn't feel left out.

But your family loved them just as much as you did.

After spending a few Christmases together, you went from two to three. You finally had someone else to spoil and put up a Christmas tree for. You guys gave your son the world every year, he always had a mountain of toys, a few books and some clothes.

Fez made sure you guys had traditions like decorating the tree together, and any school crafts your son brought home went up on the tree as well.

One of Fez's favourite traditions was dressing up like Santa Claus to drink the milk and eat the cookies that Logan would leave on the table on Christmas Eve. You asked why did he dress up if Logan was asleep by that time of night but his response was always just in case he came downstairs.

That made sense, but deep down you knew he did it for his own entertainment.

You had just put Logan to sleep and left the door cracked open because he didn't like it closed all the way. You tip-toed downstairs to see Fez in his costume placing some last-minute presents under the tree.

You fake gasp and dramatically put your hand on your chest. "Mr. Claus, what are you doing here?" Fez chuckled turning around to see you in a red robe that was hiding his favourite present. "You know me ma, just droppin' some joy for the kids."

You giggled. "Do you have any presents for mommy?" He bit his bottom lip feeling himself twitch under his belt, he made his way over to you with lust in his eyes. "Yeah, I got you a big ol' candy cane you could suck on."

Your giggle elevated to a full-blown holler, that line had the both of you in stitches. It was so perfectly corny. You reached out for his hand and he happily gave it to you, you pulled him over to the entrance of the kitchen, under a mistletoe she had hung up earlier that day.

Fez smiled. "Oh, you want some ho, ho, ho, huh?" You tugged him closer. "I do."

Little to your knowledge Logan wasn't really asleep, the mischievous boy had snuck his Nintendo Switch into his room and waited for you to leave so he could play his games, once you left he'd been up ever since.

He heard the laughter from downstairs and soon the sudden silence, he listened for any other noises and heard a thump against the wall. His little feet touched the floor as his curiosity led him to go investigate.

He stood at the top of the steps, peaked over the balcony of the second floor and almost fainted at the sight.

Mommy was kissing Santa Claus

He was shook to his little core.

The discovery haunted him until the next morning, he could barely look at his parents, he felt so awkward and guilty glancing at the gifts under the tree. His aunties, Rue and Jules, noticed his energy shift, he was usually a lot happier to open his gifts.

Jules asked. "What's wrong Logan?"

The little boy sighed, he looked over at his parents, you guys could tell he was nervous to spill. You sat up showing that you were listening and whatever it was they would try their best to understand.

All eyes were on him when he blurted. "I SAW MOMMY KISS SANTA LAST NIGHT."

There was a stunned silence and a little laugh from Ash who sat on the side. Rue's eyebrows were raised so high they almost touched her hairline, Jules covered her mouth to muffle her giggles.

"You saw what?" Fez spoke, his heart was racing, hoping the kid didn't see more than them just kissing. "I'm sorry daddy, I came out of my room because I heard something and then I saw mommy kissing Santa."

You couldn't say anything, you couldn't even move. The jig was up. How were you going to explain to your six year old child that you were only kissing his father without ruining the fact that Santa isn’t real?

Everyone looked over to the both of you while you looked at each other. “Oh… Logan… sweetie…” You tried your best to softball it in. “That wasn’t Santa.”

You could see his little heart shatter. “It wasn’t?”

Fez took over, he opened his arms and Logan stepped forward resting in his father's hold. “You see Santa was sooooo busy this year that he asked me to help him out, gave me the outfit and everything.”

“Really!?” Logan reacted excitedly. Fez nodded. “Of course, man, Santa picked me because he knew you been such a good boy this year.”

“So… it was just you and mommy kissing?”

“Yeah man, and that’s something that’s not new to you right?” Logan gagged and shook his head causing the room to chuckle. Fez gave him a reassuring kiss on the head. He whispered. “We’re supposed to keep it on the low so don’t say anything when you get back to school okay?”

“Okay,” Your son whispered back locking their pinkies in a promise. He slipped away from his father and back to his presents, eagerly unwrapping every single one with the assistance of his uncle. You looked over at Fez and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “Don’t wanna kill it so soon you know?”

She leaned into his ear. “I heard Mrs. Claus dropped off a few presents for you.” He groaned. “She bring me my favourite one?”

“Yeah but you gotta save it for tonight.”

For the holiday girlies since Christmas is tomorrow. I didn’t write any Christmas shit tbh this was just off the dome.

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Peace and love 🤙🏾

[princeanxious]

Why would you hide the Villain remus and Janus thing in the tags, I'd read the hell outta Hero Virgil turned Villain

you mean this??? shdbic aaa Yeah I want to write it, but i also want to write a lot of things. xD but this is def one of those things i’d love to write a short-ish one-shot about just so I can write it.

can you imagine? Virgil, young and anxious, manifesting powers of the light and dark variety, able to manipulate shadows and summon electricity with such fine precision because he’s spent so long fretting over accidentally hurting someone with it that he refused to even dare try and step into the hero scene until he was 150% certain that he’d trained his powers to disconnect from his emotions so that he’d never have an outburst that could even harmlessly shock or scare someone. He’s so in control over his powers that its to an insane degree just because he wants to make sure he cant hurt anybody on accident.

(complete ramble continued under the cut bc boy howdy this got so long it might as well be its own short one-shot)

And, he’s worked so in depth with his powers because of course he can’t just suppress them!(Suppressing electricity based powers doesn’t get rid of that energy, it just makes that constantly generating energy stay put and build, which makes it even more dangerous when it’s finally released, so suppression is a no go) So of course not only does he work extensively with learning how to control his powers, but also how to healthily use them and expend his energy safely, effectively, and skillfully as he grows into them. Might as well push your limits of learning just how much your power can do if you have to learn how to exist safely around others by controlling it, right?

So, by default, by the time Virgil is both old enough and confident enough in his powers to consentingly apply for registry to the worlds heroes association, he’s both insanely skilled with his powers, and also insanely talented(the equivalent to a child prodigy, not that many people in charge of the worlds hero association believe that, though.). The people who had been interviewing him believed the same, thinking him to be just another super teenager boasting about his skills when they couldn’t even sense his power, thinking that what little power Virgil did have was not even worth bothering to report anything substantial about the interview. That he’d oughta go try the villain’s headquarters, because at least they take in wandering powerless for henchmen all the time.

Virgil, feeling pissed but not quite enraged yet, because what teenager wouldn’t hate it to be so invalidated and demeaned at being out right dismissed as a threat, let alone considered more of an invalid for not having powers, starts to display his power. 

First it’s the main interviewer’s phone that they’d been glancing boredly at, drained suddenly of all power. Then it’s the landline of that specific room, then it’s the lamp, the computer suddenly shuts off with zero warning and nothing of it turns on. The lamp in the corner of the room goes dark, bulb by bulb, and the printer in the room dies. Virgil’s eyes are glowing violet but he hasn’t moved any more than the annoyed twitch of an eyelid. the light’s overhead turn off, leaving the lights in the hallway still on, leaving the remaining light in the room coming from the single window in the room and the open doorway. 

He reaches up a hand, and snaps once, and shadows swallow up the light over the hallway and the window, acting as a wall from the inside and out. 

Now the only light in the room is his glowing eyes.

The second interviewer is struggling to summon fire from her hands to light the room, but it doesn’t work. The energy she’s using to summon the fire is immediately sapped by Virgil’s force, there isn’t even a spark. The first interviewer can feel Virgil’s power now, it’s bright and burning. It’s like he has a core in the middle of his being like a sun’s core because its storing so much power, and the only reason they can see it now is because Virgil’s using his power. He has so much control that even on a nonphysical level it’s nearly tangible, the way that they can see his shadow powers conceal even the existence of his power, now that they know what their looking at.

In mere seconds, this kid has tipped the world on their head and put the fear of god into them, an undetected yet undeniable threat in the making. 

They watch his eyes tilt with his head, and the distinct sound of the entire building powering down is unmistakable, shouts of surprise and confusion due to the failure of the buildings many fail-safes failing to trigger. And then, with another snap, all power is restored to normal in the blink of the eye, all machines and lights are functioning perfectly, not an irregular shadow in sight, and all at once Virgil reads as a normal human teenager, not a whiff of power to be sensed. He looks pretty peeved, though.

“Maybe I will try my luck at the Dark Side then, at least they care about the people that look to be taken in. Let me know if you changed your mind, I’d love to have a do-over. With a different set of interviewers, mind you.” before he walks out of the interview room, off to blow off some steam legally and safely.

Imagine his outrage when a week later he’s served a summons to court, deeming him a “Threat to Society” and “better left in jail until the court can be convinced of his good nature” because he’s an “out of control juvenile gifted with an unprecedented amount of power that he couldn’t possibly control without strict legal supervision and interference and cannot be trusted to continue to exist as a normal citizen until the W.H.A deems it safe.”

Faced with possible lifelong inprisonment and zero control over the rest of his life because an association of supers think that they know better and that he’s some stupid teenager that was set loose on the world with means to only cause catastrophe and devastation, or freedom at the hands of some ambiguously grey moral decisions every once in a while and being treated as a normal human being even if he has to be a henchman to another super for a while? 

The decision isn’t a hard one to make.

So imagine his surprise when he’s not only accepted into the Dark Side after being respectfully asked to demonstrate the full extent of his power and his control over it, but instead of becoming a villain’s henchmen, he instead gains the full title of Villain(with another Villain(Janus) stepping in to mentor him and show him the ropes of the rules and everything), and even further: Gets his own henchmen assigned to him. 

A pair, Patton and Logan. 

Patton has a partial shapeshifting ability, but it only really lets him turn into a big frog man, making him perfect for doing any of the main heavy lifting for the team, and also perfect for protecting Logan when under attack. He’s built like a himbo and is absolutely 100% a himbo, heart of gold, super strong, buff dad bod, the whole sha-bang.

Logan has a power that is one part linked with memory, one part linked with technology. His brain can retain information like a computer databank, and he can get any misfunctioning technology to work if he can get his hands on it or a connection to it. He avoids all the quirks that interfere or damage real databanks and technology(like magnets, water, and short-circuiting) and can semi-directly connect with devices he is familiar with, without having to hold/touch/look at one.

All together, they have the beginnings of a well rounded team: the brawns, the brains, and the leader with plans and the power to make it happen. Even before finding out their reasons for coming to the dark side, Virgil becomes ride or die for them. (And honestly, they’re also pretty ride or die for him too, not even starting with the fact that they’re both like 26-27 and Virgil is an 18 year old anxious mess that had to make the decision over being the bad guy or losing any and all autonomy for the foreseeable future, which is gonna fuck up any kid and young adult’s brain. So, lowkey adopt him as a younger sibling even though he’s the boss of them and just barely taller than them.(Virgil is a tol lanky boi, and while Logan, standing at 5′9″, is but an inch shorter than Virgil at the start, Virgil still has growing room and peaks at about 6′4″ by the time hes 22. Patton at his normal height is like 5′6″, but frog man height is like 8′3″)

Oh, and they definitely make the Worlds Hero Association regret not taking Virgil’s existence kindly, Big Time.

[whyyyyyyyyyy3]

I’m bored so I’m going to try to call out some Side Stans

this is probably going to suck

orange side

If you like specifically 07734 than I’m sure you also love cryptids. You’re really cool. Either that or you love angst to the core

If you like specifically King Creativity, how’s your relationship with your siblings? Do you have any? Did you used to have a healthy relationship with them, and now you want to go back to that time? Or do you hate them with a burning passion and never want to be near them again?

Patton

Everyone says that you need to stop repressing your feelings, and you probably do. You don’t have to hide your pain, Life without rainy days is incomplete until it comes to you. But anyway, you’ve heard that before. Some of y’all just want/need a good parental figure who’ll except you for being who you are.

Roman

I’m going to guess that when you were younger you thought you were perfect and you knew everything and were always right, but now you have little to no confidence. But hey, you like creative stuff, so that’s fun.

Or you’re very sexy and unlike the others, you acknowledge it and believe it.

Logan

Really more similar to the Roman stans than you might think, except you’re more “toned down”. We know you’re a gifted kid burnout with some neurodivergency. We both need to learn how to cope with that.

Or you’re tired of the bullshit of everyone around you. When will that one person stfu. Also I feel like you probably don’t like kids all that much.

Remus

SEXY. I love you iloveyouiloveyou can we pretty please go dumpster diving together and afterwards adventure the woods at midnight and try to find mothman

or you’re tired of being called annoying, and being treated like a freak or an outcast. You probably cover up with some form of humor.

Janus

classy arson. We’re gonna set something on fire but leave behind some fancy handwritten note of faked apology. Like Remus stan A but cleaner. You want to push me down the stairs and I’d let you.

or you’re like the Logan stans but you’ve lied and cheated to get to where you are. Or do you feel fake? Y’all are also a lot like the Roman stans.

Virgil

there’s so many different types of Virgil stans. Like so many. I’m not even gonna get into y’all.

[bkfstclubmember]

Invitation to Tradition

This is my gift for the Secret Santa event on the Hazelnut Discord. I hope the O’Knutzy was fluffy enough :) I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with the related ideas and other snippet pieces from my chaotic writing attempt. All credit to @lumosinlove who created the SW world and characters; thanks for letting us play with them. We love them, and you, so much.

Happy Christmas, everyone!! 

(Note: In this universe, Finn and Leo coach Katie’s hockey team, which is how they meet the Dumais and Logan.)

We wish you a merry Christmas

And a happy new year!

“Bravo! Would you all like to come in for coffee?”

“Merci, we always appreciate your hospitality, but we really must be on our way. We still have a couple of stops to make,” Dumo answered as he led his family away from the Brown’s home after bidding them good night. At Dumo’s insistence, Logan joined the Dumais this year for their annual Christmas caroling tradition. Singing wasn’t really his thing, but he loved every last one of the Dumais. He was especially grateful to them for treating him like a true member of the family while he lived in their basement.

At Katie’s request, Logan held her hand as the family collectively stepped back onto the sidewalk, the sand and ice-melt crunching under foot.

“One last house!” Dumo announced as he led his family around the street corner.

“But Papa,” Adele hesitated, “we always end on this block.“

“Don’t worry, ma fille. We have time for one more house before we go pick out a tree. We’ll make it there before they close.”

“Lolo?” Logan looked down at Katie as she tugged on his hand. “Are you going to take me to hockey practice tomorrow?

Logan took a deep breath as he considered Katie’s question. It should be a simple question with a simple answer. He knew Katie’s practice was at 4 o’clock tomorrow afternoon. He wasn’t busy and normally he wouldn’t hesitate to help out especially when it was hockey-related and especially for Katie, who Dumo often claimed had Logan wrapped around her tiny finger, but Logan faltered. He knew he would see Katie’s coaches, Finn O’Hara and Leo Knut, and he didn’t know what to do with his feelings when they looked his way. Logan felt exposed when Leo smiled revealing his dimples and heated through his core when Finn winked at him the first time they met. He had planned to avoid them until he felt less confused by these feelings. He wasn’t exactly sure where they might lead.

“It would be really helpful if you could take her, mon fils,” Celeste chimed in with a smile as they all continued following Dumo and Adele, just a few steps ahead of them.

Logan nodded. “Of course, maman, I’m happy to.” He had almost a whole day to prepare himself.

Dumo leaned forward to ring the doorbell as their family gathered on the front porch of the next house.

Logan thought he was prepared to sing Joy to the World with the rest of the Dumais clan, but Joy was all that came out when the door opened revealing Leo Knut with those dimples of his standing before them. Then, Finn joined them and Logan decided he was ready to give up on contributing outside of the bass beat being provided by his heart.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Finn grinned after they sang their last song.

“Would y’all like to come inside?” Leo offered. “I baked cookies this afternoon.”

Dumo ruffled Marc’s hair. “Well, I promised the kids we’d pick up our tree and we have just enough time before it closes.”

Logan met Finn’s eyes and there was that feeling again. He was certain Finn and Leo could pluck the thoughts right out of his head. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but now that Finn and Leo were here right in front of him he knew he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to burrow as close as possible until he knew more — everything — about them.

“Let us at least send you off with some for the road,” Leo insisted. He slipped off to the kitchen before anyone could object and returned with a square container that he handed to Dumo.

Dumo nudged Logan. “Mon fils, were you planning on joining us to pick up the tree? You never said.”

Logan shifted his glance and blinked up at a Dumo. Before he could respond, Finn jumped in with “If you’re not the pining type, our invitation still stands.” He knew before he looked up at Finn and Leo that it was impossible for him to turn that invitation down now. Next thing he knew, Logan found himself inside Finn and Leo’s home.

“We were just about to enjoy one of our own traditions. Cookies, hot chocolate, and a good, old-fashioned Christmas movie,” Leo mentioned as they settled together on the couch. “Interested?”

Logan agreed it sounded like a great plan and Finn offered to start the hot chocolate and gather snacks while Leo and Logan chose the movie and set up.

Logan flipped through movie options with Leo, but at the same time the urge to know more and more about these two lingered in his mind. He wasn’t sure exactly what would satisfy, but he was willing to start anywhere and take anything, so he gave in with a simple question. “What are your other traditions?”

Leo lit up at the question. “Skating on Christmas Eve. That’s definitely a favorite in our house. We started that tradition the year we moved to Gryffindor. So, about five years or so.” Leo glanced away from the screen to look at Logan and offered his dimpled smile. “You should join us this year.”

The itchy exposed feeling was back. Logan realized it only grew brighter the more time he spent with Finn and Leo, and he was sure it was shining through his eyes in the most obvious way. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll be there.”

Logan helped Leo plug in the string of lights that encircled their tree as well as the room before turning off the larger lamps and overhead lighting. Then, while Leo set off to gather blankets, which he insisted were essential for enjoying their holiday movie tradition, Logan moved towards the kitchen. “Need any help?” he asked as he leaned against the open doorway.

Finn nodded, “Just about done, so stick around and you can help carry.”

Logan watched Finn stir his creation carefully and taste test before adding more cinnamon. “Fancy,” he commented.

Finn shrugged, “It’s pretty much the only thing I make. My older brother showed me. He used to make it for me this way growing up.”

“You don’t live off hot chocolate, do you?” Logan teased.

Finn winked with a grin. “Oh no, Leo is the cooking wizard. He’s the reason I don’t exist solely on takeout.”

“I think we’re set,” Leo announced as he rounded the corner, coming to a sudden halt in front of Logan who was still perched in and blocking the doorway to the kitchen. Evidently, he didn’t expect to find Logan roaming in the doorway. Logan sensed the shift in tension, but wasn’t sure of the cause until he noticed and followed Leo’s subtle upward glance. Mistletoe in the doorway.

Logan ran his hand through his hair before dropping his head back against the doorframe. The feeling that felt strong and singular before was worthy of the plural now. Leo stood tall and still against the other side of the doorframe and Logan risked looking directly into his eyes. All he could see was blue. Blue. He hated clichés, but Logan suddenly understood why people said that it was possible to drown in someone’s eyes because those eyes truly reminded him of the ocean and he was lost at sea. Logan’s world narrowed for just a moment and all he could sense was the rushing in his ears. Then, Leo took a step forward and the feelings were overwhelming. He started to step forward too until Finn’s movement in his periphery broke through the surface. He was unsure and frozen again until Finn spoke softly.

“He’s wanted to kiss you since he met you. We’ve wanted to.”

Logan reached for Leo’s hand and pulled him forward as he searched his blue eyes again. He felt exposed and vulnerable again, but this time he didn’t feel so alone in the feeling.

Leo squeezed his hand. “Do you want to, sweetheart?”

“Please,” Logan breathed and pushed up on his toes as Leo leaned down and their lips met in the middle. Their kiss was simple rather than prolonged, but it was so satisfying; now he knew one more thing about Leo. Logan’s chest pushed out a sigh. They broke apart, once, and then again after Leo leaned back in to kiss the corner of Logan’s mouth. Leo squeezed his hand again and they remained linked while they retreated to opposite sides of the doorframe.

Finn grinned as he continued ladling hot chocolate into mugs. “I knew that mistletoe was a good idea even if this was not what I planned when I tacked it up there.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was grinning too and Logan smiled back. Dimples.

“Ok, holiday movie time!” Finn sang as he leaned in with a kiss for Leo before handing him the plate of cookies. Then, he turned to Logan. “ You haven’t moved.” Logan shrugged, waiting.

Finn reached for the mugs and leaned in to pass him one. Logan reached out to take it, but instead both of their hands remained wrapped together around the mug. He watched as Finn tilted his head in question. “Our turn?”

Logan leaned over the mug between them and kissed him hard. Finn’s lips tasted of the chocolate, cinnamon, and sugar of Christmas. Finn pushed back carefully so as not to rock the full mug between them too much. Logan was tempted to nibble and lick to chase the taste that was both Christmas and Finn because while his kiss with Leo was soft, this kiss felt playful. It lasted just a few moments, but it was yet another thing that Logan knew now that he didn’t just minutes before.

They pulled away and Finn cleared his throat before reiterating, “Right. Holiday movie time.”

All three moved back to the couch to settle in for one of Finn and Leo’s holiday traditions. They were all quiet until Logan broke the silence. “I want to know you.” He wasn’t sure it made sense, but he hoped they’d hear the words and let them sink in.

“We want to know you too,” Finn answers softly.

“Sometimes it feels like you’re supposed to know me. Or maybe that you’re going to,” Logan murmured. Then, he shrugged, “Don’t you find that scary?”

Leo rested his hand on Logan’s knee. “I think that sounds exciting. We’ve found,” he gestured between Finn and himself, “that it’s easiest together.”

[nightmaresart]

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

Don't blame me - Taylor Swift

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full Name: Victoria Penelope Montgomery

Meaning of Name:

The name Victoria is of Latin origins and means "The one of victory"

The name Penelope is of Greek origins and means "Beautiful person" or "Gift of God "

Nickname: Vicky, Victory, Penny

Reason of Nickname:

Vicky: Vicky is a nickname ber parents and friends often use for her as its easier to catch her attention like this if they want her to pay attention for a second

Victory: Victory is a nickname that her parents use to cheer the young woman up when she was younger

Penny: Penny isn't a common nickname for Victoria as people tend to use Vic or Vicky more, however, it is used from time to time by her friends to tease her about her middle name

Gender identity: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Age: 17, depends on what I write

Birthday: 13-08

Zodiac sign: Leo ♌

Place of birth: Warwick, England

Blood Status: Half Blood

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

The wand: Dogwood, Boomslang Venom, 12 ⅓ Inches

Dogwood: Dogwood is one of my own personal favourites, and I have found that matching a dogwood wand with its ideal owner is always entertaining. Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands are not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments. An interesting foible of many dogwood wands is that they refuse to perform non-verbal spells and they are often rather noisy.

Boomslang Venom: Boomslang venom, whether crystallized or in a rarer liquid core, provides a small boost to jinxes and hexes thanks to its venomous qualities. However, when a wandmaker undertakes the dangerous task of working with the raw venom, it is generally with the aim of creating a powerful Transfiguration wand. Whether or not the advantages outweigh the risks is not generally agreed upon in wandmaking circles.

Patronus: Orca

Orca - It’s no mistake that orcas are nicknamed “killer whales.” They are one of the most effective hunters in the ocean. Orcas use teamwork and complex communication skills to hunt and the same cunning to protect their young. With the fierce, calculated protection of an orca on your side, you can rest assured that the Dementors will be no match for you.

Magical abilities: Lycantrophy

Lycanthropy is the state in which a Werewolf finds him or herself: that of turning into a fearsome and deadly near-wolf. 

Boggart:

The most important people in her life looking at her in disgust as they're talking down on her and who she is

Riddikulus form:

Not available, she ran out of the classroom and never got to discover it

Amortentia

What do they smell?

Maple syrup, Freshly cut grass, Warm tea and a Fireplace

What do they smell like?

Sweets, A hint of blood, Lilies and the woods after a storm

Mirror of Erised

Herself and her Husband with some healthy kids, not having to worry about what others think of her and that she is safe with her new family and friends

𝕻𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Untamed coup of hair that perfectly represents whether its close to a full moon or not

Weight: 58 kg or 127 lbs

Height: 1,65 m or 5 ft 4

Type of Body/Build: Mesomorph, Hourglass figure

Skin Tone: Beige, warm undertone

Distinguishing Marks: The first thing people will notice are the scars on the left side of her face

Face claim: Phoebe Tonkin

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

Overall Personality

An overall calm and collected girl who seems to know more than she shows. She is smart and uses her knowledge for pranks and least harmful ways of creating mischief. She is snarky and can be quite sarcastic, she loves to mess around with her friends and is often the reason they get out of trouble or detention.

Briggs myer type: ESFP

Good traits:

Outgoing, adventurous, caring, talkative, understanding

Bad traits:

Crude, loud, distracted easily, a bit of a dreamer, pushover

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊

Towards people they hate

She is cold towards the people she hates, she doesn't interact with them and always gives them the cold shoulder

Towards people they tolerate

She is gentle with the people she tolerates, she isn't as talkative with them as she is with her friends but she doesn't mind talking to them at all

Towards people they consider friends

She is herself with the people she sees as friends, she doesn't hide her personality and if she deems them trustworthy enough she also doesn't hide her lycanthropy at all, even alerting them when the full moon is close so they know she'll react differently

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘

Family:

Father: Matthew Montgomery, a muggle man

Mother: Rosemarie Smith/Montgomery, a full blood woman

Sibling: Timothy William Montgomery, younger brother

Friends:

Teddy Ellison, Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier , Roel Leeuwenhoek @words-and-wands , Gabriel Sapieha, Josie Edwards @slytherindisaster , Tadgh Lynch, Kit O'Sheeran @unfortunate-arrow , Logan Rosseto @demon-twins-and-co

S/o:

Danny Gibson @catohphm

Rivals:

TBD

𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Born in Warwick England, Victoria's mother was casted out by her family for marrying a muggle man and having a child with him. This automatically meant that Victoria was an outcast to that side of the family as well as she wasn't a full blood born child. She never learned about her mother's side of the family as well as Rosemarie refused to talk about them.

Growing up Victoria had quite a happy and normal childhood, she was allowed to do her own things and her parents were there for her if she needed them in any sort of way.

Around the age of seven when the young girl was staying with her uncle she was unfortunately attacked by a werewolf. Distraught the young child screamed and cried herself a sore throat and it took ages for her uncle to comfort her.

After this accident Victoria wasn't the same anymore as she was constantly on edge and scared, she didn't know what to do and neither did her parents. It tookba couple of years to come around and accept it, around that time she also received her Hogwarts letter. Stress was the first thing she felt when she got the letter as she wouldn't have a safe place to transform during a full moon and she didn't believe that the other children would accept her if she told them.

In the beginning of her Hogwarts career she was very closed off, but as time passed she gained more confidence and eventually became one of the many troublemakers Gryffindor and Hogwarts would see in their years to come

After Hogwarts it is said that she disappeared of the radar, refusing to live in a busy city or town

𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘

Victoria is quite cautious about telling new friends about her lycanthropy, but once she does tell them its always after she has decided she trusts them enough

She is quite good at transfiguration and its her best subject with Potions being her absolute worst

She is always in a horrible mood a week before the next full moon and will make this fact known to her friends

She will sass you if you're being a complete idiot in her eyes

She loves teasing her friends about their crushes once she figures them out. Ofcourse she never takes it too far

She loves puns and often makes them, cracking up halfway through though as she amuses herself with them the most

She is really good at giving puppy eyes, she uses this to get things from her friends or to get out of trouble, it works most of the time

If you want your mc to be added to her friend or rival list, just tell me and I'll add them!

[my-happy-little-bean]

The Bookkeeper - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Wuthering Heights 

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 3216 chapter warnings: mild swearing, mild existentialism chapter summary: once upon a time...

[read on ao3]  [masterlist]

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“I know a lot of kids who’ve endured Civil wars and famines These kids are wise  Aware  And they’re searching for a little beauty in the world Because life without beauty is unbearable”

                                   – Jordan Tannahill, Concord Floral

 ~*~

Imagine for a moment, the process of a songwriter. One picks a key, uses the notes within the key, and tinkers with the piece until it sounds pleasing, familiar; until it sounds like anything. 

All art is, to some extent then, structured and formulaic. So if that is the case, is there any ‘magic’ in art’s rigid form? In practice, art disrupts the very foundation of its being; creating something out of nothing. Hence, is there any true value—under the nihilistic impression that life bears no meaning—in pursuing art if it, at its core, has no purpose? Where could one derive significance from the way notes scatter on the staff, when it holds no initial meanin–

Logan Fray cursed as he slammed his pen into the counter. He gripped onto the surface of the paper he was writing on, crumpled it, and squeezed it out of the spiral binding of his notebook. Without looking up, he hurled it towards the garbage can to his left. He heard the soft sound of it hitting the metal rim and sighed, flicking his wrist without much thought.

A small spiral of shimmering navy dust shot out of his index finger and caught the balled-up paper before it could fall. He glanced over to his left, realization clicking in his head. Logan sighed and, annoyed, steadily moved his finger across his line of sigh. The crumpled piece of paper followed suit until it hovered over the garbage can. 

Logan narrowed his eyes at his magic. The blue coated the creased edges of the balled-up paper, as if contemplating the survival of this draft and its feeble grasp on the edge of the tin-can cliff. 

“Oh isn’t this quite the show!” 

The loud, triumphant voice behind him jolted Logan forward. He lost concentration on his spell and the paper dropped helplessly into the bin. 

Logan pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Christ, Roman…” 

“Sorry, sorry! Didn’t want to disturb the almighty Wizard Fray and the extraordinary use of his powers! Fray and Far Fables is in for a treat today, fellas!” 

Logan rolled his eyes, spinning around in his chair and watching as the small, fairy-like form of Roman floated in front of shelves. Roman’s red magic formed some sort of feather duster.

“Anyway, don’t mind me! I don’t mean to be a heckler — just doing some spring cleaning!” He exaggerated a flick of the magical duster against a book.

“You don’t have to dust the spines of books, Roman,” Logan drawled. “It is illogical. With your magical wards, nothing here collects dust. And even if it did, your size and your...general aura deems you an ineffective housekeeper.” 

Roman gasped, twirling around in the air to float over to Logan’s face. He hovered in front of his nose with his hands on his hips. 

“I will pretend you did not just hurt my feelings just then!” Roman smiled smugly as he dusted Logan’s nose. Powder puffs of his red magic fogged Logan’s vision. “I will instead pretend you said ‘thank you, Roman, oh dashing bookkeeper!’”

“A happier reality, I’m sure,” Logan huffed, rubbing his nose and holding back a sneeze. Roman floated back to the shelves.

“Besides, someone has to tend to the nooks,” Roman hummed pointedly, landing on the edge of the shelves and leaning against one of the book spines. “Each one is a ghost town at this point.” 

“They were always ghost towns,” Logan gritted out, annoyance growing. “There’s nothing in there.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Roman stuck out his tongue. “ ‘Art has no meaning in a meaningless life’ or whatever, which means there’s nothing in art and there’s nothing in books, yada yada yada – you keep telling yourself that, Specs.” 

“I am not the only one saying that. If you read Virgil Aries’ work on nihilism and its implications on art as a sort of void—” 

“Yawn, Logan,” Roman groaned, “uber yawn. I’m not going to read some sad philosopher’s existential crisis.” 

“Virgil Aries was not sad, he was brilliant–” 

“I’m sure he was.”

Logan sighed, standing up and sweeping the books off the counter and into his arms. He walked around the counter and across the store, placing the books back on the other shelves. Roman flew closely behind him.

“It is nice to see you using your magic again, even in pitiful displays." Roman nonchalantly tilted his head up. "Almost thought you forgot how to.”  

“It was just an impulse, Roman,” Logan muttered, letting Roman dust the floor of the shelves before sliding the books into their proper place. “I was deep in thought and wasn't thinking I will not make a habit out of it.” 

“Ugh, when will you understand that I want you to make a habit out of it– I want to have cool magic duels with you!” 

“More the reason why we don’t need these ‘pitiful’ displays of magic. First of all, I’m not even supposed to be using my magic while we’re open. What if someone walked in? What would you say to them then, hm?”

“ ‘Hey, do you want to see the coolest thing in your flimsy, mortal life?’ ”  

Logan rolled his eyes. “ ‘Cool’ is not how I would describe it.” 

“Ouch!” Roman turned his red feather duster into a small, sparkly sword. He dramatically stabbed it into his chest, bits of his red magic exploding in a small puff around him. The sword dissipated upon contact. “What is up with your...your spiciness today?” 

Logan slid the last book into the shelf and leaned against it.

“I’m just stuck on this speech again .”

Roman deflated. “Oh, here we go…”

“I just don’t understand what my problem is. I have all my research in place, I know what I want to say about art, I know what I want to do, but nothing I write has any substance! None of it makes sense. I can’t answer the fundamental question of my own damn argument.” 

“Which is…?” 

“ Why, ” Logan hissed, running both hands through his hair. “Why do people pursue such meaningless tactics of escapism if– if they’re escaping from nothing. That, in turn, makes art nothing. Right?” 

“I don't know, Lo. Maybe that actually means it’s not entirely meaningless then,” Roman hummed idly. 

Logan glowered at Roman, whose face was plastered with a shit-eating grin.

“I just need to get this speech done,” Logan stiltedly said, evening his breath. “If I get any of it done by the end of the month, I can be reassured that I won’t make a complete fool of myself at the university conference.”

“It’s a convention of sad, young nihilists with student debt. Everyone there is a fool.” 

Before Logan could respond, the bells above the front door echoed across the shop. Roman and Logan exchanged frantic looks. Shit. Logan didn’t even realize what time it was.

“Book nook. Now,” he hissed. Luckily, Roman already beat him to it. Roman pressed his hand onto the spine of a nearby book on the shelf. His red magic spread across the surface until his hand could go through the spine. Then, with a small yelp, Roman tumbled into the book and disappeared from Logan’s view. 

“Logan! Hi!” a peppy voice rang out at the same time. Logan spun around on his heel to face the front door and forced a smile. 

“Salutations, Patton,” Logan replied, awkwardly leaning against the shelves. He snuck cautious glances to the book Roman had hid himself in, making sure he was completely out of sight.

“I’m here for a book!” Patton chirped, tipping his hat at Logan. He looked up at the shelves around Logan with a smile. “And I have a feeling you have just the one for me!”

“You come here every week, Patton. You do not have to repeat the same thing, I know what you are here for.” Logan, despite everything that was occurring, found himself smiling warmly at Patton. “Please roam around as you see fit.” 

“I shall!” Patton said, moving past Logan and starting on the opposite end of the shelves Logan was leaning against. Logan’s eyes widened. 

“Um, did you end up finishing the book you bought last week? The one by Elizabeth Gilbert?” Logan blurted out as he moved closer to Patton, his back covering the book he knew Roman was hiding in. Patton looked up at him and smiled.

“Oh! Yes, The Signature of All Things, right? I really enjoyed it! I can’t believe you made me enjoy historical fiction — I’d usually fall asleep a few pages in, but Alma’s life is just so interesting!”

Logan nodded tensely as Patton moved closer to him. He pressed his back against the shelves as if that could further hide Roman. “Truly.”

“And I actually brought you a painting!”

“Oh?”  

“Yeah!” Patton fished through his messenger bag, his hat nearly slipping as his head tilted down to find it. Logan could hear a small thump! muffled behind his back. Logan winced. He hadn’t even considered the conditions of the book nook. While he knew none of them could ever hurt anyone—especially Roman—he definitely knew some were not ideal. 

He tried to quietly grab the book Roman had escaped in, slowly turning around to take it off the shelves while Patton wasn’t looking. 

“Here it is!” Patton exclaimed loudly, animatedly pulling out a rolled piece of paper. Logan jumped at the abrupt action, ducking to the side to avoid getting hit by Patton’s arm. “The book took me longer to read– I didn’t even think I’d finish it within a week– so sorry that the painting is a bit crude!” 

“That is quite alright, Patton,” Logan said, adjusting his tie. “It is a gift that you do not have to keep giving yet...you do. So I appreciate the painting regardless.”

“Of course! Take a look and tell me how you like it!” 

Logan took the paper out of Patton’s hand and unrolled it. 

Sprawled across sketchbook paper was splashes of watercolour making up an array of botanical illustrations. The flowers and plants overlapped each other on the old-yellowed background in a way that didn’t seem too suffocated; each plant had space to breathe. Thin, cursive descriptions sprawled across their stems. It almost felt like a map of some sorts, navigating through each individual aspect of a garden.

“It’s a bit reminiscent of my collagist days,” Patton said with a small giggle. “But I like it! I actually drew a lot of inspiration from the cool sketches of all the plants scattered throughout the book. 

“Evidently,” Logan hummed, smiling at the painting. He looked up at Patton. “It is very nice, Patton. You capture the book’s essence very well here.” 

“Oh, well I know how you feel about the art stuff– but thank you for humouring me, Lo!” Patton giggled. Logan’s smile faltered, but he fought to keep it upright. 

Logan kept observing the painting, idly walking away from the shelf, as if mesmerized by Patton’s work. 

“Ooh, this book looks interesting!” 

Patton’s voice suddenly snapped Logan out of his daze. Roman. 

Logan turned around to see Patton standing in front of the book Roman was in. Instinctually, he shot a small burst of magic at the display table behind Patton, sending books tumbling to the floor with a loud thud!

“Oh!” Patton whirled around at the noise. He gave Logan a sheepish grin. “I must’ve bumped into the table or something! Sorry ‘bout that!” 

“No worries,” Logan said with a tight smile. Patton crouched down to start picking up the books as Logan tucked the painting under his arm, quickly moving to the book Roman was hiding in. He pulled the book out slightly. 

“Roman,” he hissed as quietly as he could. “Get out of there.” 

Almost immediately, Roman hopped out of the book, all his clothes dripping wet. 

“An unfortunate choice,” Roman muttered, shivering. Logan shook his head. 

“You can clean yourself upstairs, just go now– ” 

“There you go!” Patton announced, standing back up in a swift motion that knocked his hat off his head.

Logan watched as Roman, clearly panicked, jumped into the back cover of the book and flattened himself onto its surface. Logan, startled, pulled the book off the shelf and pressed it to his chest, attempting to cover the new picture of Roman on the back cover. 

“Everything’s in its place!” Patton continued, brushing off his hands. His stare flitted over to the book in Logan’s arms. “Oh! That’s the book I was looking at! Do you mind– ?” 

“N-No!” Logan blurted out. Patton frowned at him, and Logan squeezed his eyes shut, clearing his throat. 

“I...I mean, no problem. That would be...no problem at all.” 

“Cool!” 

Patton took the book from Logan, who kept his eyes glued to the frantic 2D-Roman next to the book synopsis. 

“Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë,” Patton read aloud. “Huh! Sounds interesting.” 

“Y-Yes!” Logan slowly reached to grab the book back. “How about I get a bag for y–” 

“Let’s see what this is about!” 

Logan paled as Patton turned the book around, almost in bullet-time. Logan caught a glimpse of Roman’s eyes widening and, horrified, watched as Roman slid his flattened form into the spine of the book, becoming squished within its confines.  

“ ‘The wild, passionate story of intense and almost demonic love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff’,” Patton continued to read. “ ‘Brontë captures the evocative, conflicted interplay of nature and culture in her’– wow, ‘masterpiece of English literature’!” 

Patton playfully tossed the book in the air, catching it by its spine. “Sounds like I found a winner!” 

Logan yelped, snatching the book back from Patton, who tilted his head to the side. Logan broke into a sheepish smile. 

“Er, let me check you out!” 

Patton winked. “If you insist!” 

Logan flushed red, hurrying to the cash register. He crouched down behind the counter, lowering the book out of sight and disguising his attempts of freeing Roman as him grabbing a bag for Patton. 

Logan knocked firmly on the spine, sending Roman disappearing through it and into the book. He then opened the book and Roman emerged with a gasp, as if he was swimming in the pages.

“Good Fantasy- Gucci–”

“Shh!” 

“What was that?” Patton asked from above. Logan’s eyes widened as he stuffed Roman in his pocket, despite muffled protests. 

Logan shot back up with a small paper bag and a forced grin. 

“Shhhh-ure is a great day to buy a book!” An unnatural laugh escaped his lips. “That...that is what I said, heh.” 

“Ah, it is!” Patton slid a few bills across the counter and brought the bag to his chest in exchange. “I’m excited for the new book! Sounds good for a rainy day.” 

Logan tensely nodded, feeling his pocket slowly dampen. “Mhm.” 

Patton’s stare floated over to Logan’s open notebook, his smile faltering. 

“Still stuck on your speech, it seems?”

Logan blinked, following Patton’s gaze and sighing. “It appears so, hm?” 

Patton nodded slowly. 

“I know you explained it to me once, but I still don’t really understand your plan for the speech. Wasn’t the prompt supposed to be ‘finding the meaning of art’?” Patton’s stare flitted towards the shelves behind the counter with all of Logan’s various philosophy and aesthetic texts. “Yet you’re tackling what seems to be the opposite and...and I admittedly don’t get it. Just ‘cause it’s for a bunch of art students doesn’t mean it has to be all deep and dreary, heh.” 

Logan shrugged helplessly.

“I just need something new to say,” he mumbled. “You can’t understand art’s meaning without understanding the implied lack thereof.”

“So you’re stuck in the lack thereof?” 

Logan looked up at Patton and frowned at his slightly-amused smile. 

“It’s a lot more complex than that.” 

“Uh-huh.” Patton’s smile felt filled with pity, or perhaps sympathy. “Maybe the solution– just a suggestion– is to go outside? Touch the grass? Find meaning in the world rather than bury your nose in a book?” 

“Ironic,” Logan scoffed, though regretted it instantly. Patton, however, just laughed. 

“Touché.” Patton shrugged. As he was about to leave, he turned his head over his shoulder. “And hey, I’m sorry that I keep pestering you about the speech, heh. It’s just…” 

Patton lowered his gaze, shifting on his heels. In an uncharacteristically hushed tone, he said, “I care about you, Lo. More than you think. I would hate to see you unravel yourself in trying to find the answers and...well, I fear that you already have.” 

“That’s impossible,” Logan mumbled, though averted his gaze from Patton. “If I were to unravel, it would be because the answers ended up in me, in which case I would need to access them." Logan tugged his collar awkwardly. "But...but they are not.” 

Patton rose an eyebrow. "Maybe we both need to get out there then.” 

“ ‘There’? As in...the world?” 

Patton grinned, holding his new book close to his chest. “And all the other ones too.” 

The door closed swiftly, bells chiming in Logan’s ears. Logan heaved a deep sigh of relief as Roman floated out of his pocket, arms-crossed, unamused. 

“We have to be more careful,” Logan muttered. “Who knows what would happen if he figured out about you, about the book nooks, about me… ” 

“Come on, Lo. It’s Patton , we’re talking about.”

“Still.” Logan grimaced at the thought. “He could see everything in the wrong way and I would prefer to keep some things normal around here.”

Roman just nodded, shaking off like a dog. Small drops of water splashed against Logan’s cheek. 

“Soooo….that Patton sure is a character, hm?” Roman eventually asked, looking at Logan coyly. Logan felt his cheeks heat up. 

“That is what you want to focus on?”

“I just think he has a lot to teach you. And it seems as though your heart is telling you the same.” Roman winked. “Maybe it’s time for you to listen.” 

Before Logan could rebuttal, Roman flew up the stairs to clean himself off. Logan shook his head, walking over to the door to close up early. On his way, he nearly slid on something on the floor. He frowned, picking the item in question up. 

Patton’s hat. He must’ve forgotten about it.

Logan stared at the hat for a few seconds. He held it up and then, without really thinking, held it to his chest. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them to see a blurry view of the world outside his shop doors. 

‘What does it all mean?’ 

Logan sighed, shaking his head as he flipped the door sign to ‘closed’. He stalked back to the counter, sitting back in his chair and tossing the hat to the side. With a flick of his wrist, a small stream of magic shot out of his index finger and landed on a book behind him, lifting it off the shelves. 

He continued to levitate books without turning back, and Logan began to write once more.

—

next chapter > 

[iwrestlenow]

Many More To Die - Chapter 2

TITLE: Many More To Die (Chapter 2)

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY: Names are powerful things--and after ten years, Logan's has acquired quite a bit. The restoration of his power is something he has to fight viciously to keep secret...But he's not the only necromancer who's in hiding. Above his head, Roman is being introduced to the people of the Kingdom's as his father's successor--but someone in the shadows is coming for the royal house of Sanders, of which Roman is part.And Logan will not stand for someone laying figurative hands on anyone that belongs to him.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), future Moceit (Patton/Janus) and Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: lots of death because necromancy, slash, and more to come as I figure it out ‘cause it’s late and I’m tired. In this particular chapter, CW for angst--I’ll post what kind at the end if you want to avoid spoilers, but I’m warning because for me? It’s a triggery subject. Be safe, you’re all so sweet and ILU.

Also, no betas, we die like men.

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more…hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1025, A.A.

“Berry?”

Logan was yanked from a sound sleep by the utterance of his name—not the sound, but the feeling of it. Crawling around inside his skull like ants, static electricity shocking his neural pathways and the core of his essence. It was red strings and his first meal after that one stretch in the dungeon's blackout cells after he punched the guard that dislocated his shoulder.

Logan Berry. Logan Berry. The gift from his guardian angel was two years old at this point...and Logan was starting to wonder if it was more than just a small reminder of his personhood, to keep the harsh world around him from breaking his spirit.

Sitting up, Logan rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses where they sat on the floor beside his pallet. When they had finally given them back to him two weeks after his arrival, the right lens had been all but shattered. The guard who had returned them—the same one who injured him—smiled far too wide for Logan's liking, inciting the attack that had gotten him punished.

“I am awake.” he announced softly, sliding his glasses on and rising from his pallet to approach the bars of his cell. Squinting in the low torchlight, he searched...

A point of bright yellow sunlight, slit down the middle by a reptilian pupil gleamed in the shadows before the body it was attached to came into view. Swiftly, it was joined by another eye, very much human and dark as chocolate. A sweep of hair as black as Logan's own fell across his forehead, and the torchlight gleamed across the burnished surface of the scales that covered half of the young drake's face and neck.

“Of course.” the drake shot back dryly, not quite managing to hide the sibilant accent inherent to his species. “That's why you were snoring.”

“What do you want, Janus?”

The eighteen year old Janus narrowed his mismatched eyes at Logan—but quickly gave up on trying to look intimidating. He hardly needed it, being not only older, but the son of the captain of the guard.

“A favor.” he admitted, sparking enough of Logan's interest to banish the last of the cobwebs lingering in his head. Janus didn't like being indebted to anyone—and, to that end, usually came to Logan for favors, as Logan was always perfectly willing to trade his assistance for some commodity, be it books, food, or the repair of his glasses.

“What is the favor?” Logan asked.

Janus said nothing for a long moment, staring into Logan's face...no, not his face. Squinting, he realized Janus was quite deliberately avoiding direct eye contact by focusing on a point just above Logan's eyes, somewhere around his forehead.

“Janus?...”

Shutting his eyes, Janus ducked his head.

“I...need a name.”

“A...what?”

“A name, all right? Like the one you picked for yourself.”

Logan was startled by that request—he told no one about the boy who came to him, claimed he made up his own surname to replace the Name that was stripped away. Some of the guards disliked it, stirring fresh retellings of the legends of the Lazari: necromancers with the power not merely to raise the dead, but craft true, living souls from sheer force of will.

He even heard some new ones about the Animata: a theoretical balance to the Necromata, magic practitioners that could manipulate life the way necromancers manipulated death. From the stories Logan overheard while pretending to sleep with guards outside his cell, the Animata had been wiped out by the rise of the Animator, the First of the Necromata, leading to his rise and attempted enslavement of the Kingdoms. With the Animata gone and unable to keep the balance in check, the king had been forced to slay the Animator and had outlawed necromancy soon after.

All stories, of course...but over the last two years, as his name wormed through his brain the way the power of the prison mages had, it sometimes made him wonder. After all, mythology and legend served two functions in human history: explaining natural phenomenon that were not yet understood, or hyperbolic retellings of one or many actual events.

So the prison guards talked, wondered if Logan had designs on restoring his own Name through the adoption of a new one—but Janus, for all his trust issues and ilicit dealings, was an intelligent boy with a good head on his shoulders. He wasn't one for fanciful stories—only those that he could tell in the name of manipulating others.

Perhaps that was why he felt some measure of shame or embarrassment for asking Logan this favor? There was clearly some...unidentified emotion behind the request, and Logan wasn't particularly good at coping with emotional issues. He highly suspected that, when he still had a Name, he had been essentially the same.

“...I want to be allowed to keep books in my cell.” He hadn't meant to say anything indicating agreement—but the words fell out of his mouth without any conscious permission.

Janus's head snapped up sharply. This time, he met Logan's gaze with an intensity that was decidedly threatening.

“That's all?” he asked, squinting after a long moment. “No...commentary?”

Logan shrugged. “You know I do not care for sentiment. Your obvious flirtation with it, in this situation, does not interest me so much as what I can gain from the moment of weakness on your part.”

“Are you sure you're only fourteen? You sound way too much like my grandpa sometimes.”

Logan rolled his eyes, declining to rise to the bait. Instead, he gave the matter what he felt was a comically superficial amount of consideration.

“Hart.” he finally decided.

Janus raised an eyebrow at him, mismatched eyes losing focus for a moment before he nodded to himself.

“That...works surprisingly well.” he mumbled, seemingly more to himself than anything. Refocusing on Logan, Janus straightened and once again resumed his attempts at exuding as commanding a presence as he could manage.

“You'll get your books.” Janus assured him. “I always pay my debts.”

“Past performance indicates this is an accurate assessment. Hence my request.”

“Oh...go back to bed.”

“Gladly.”

********** 1033, A.A.

“Ladies, lords, non-binary royalty, and all of my valued subjects!”

By the gods, I'm going to throw up.

Roman stood behind the curtain on the balcony, his heart in his throat. Every part of him was screaming to run, to hide, to sink into the floor and vanish through sheer force of his desire to not be there—to push Remus out to take his place when the king made his proclamation. Already, he could feel the weight of his impending responsibilities threatening to crush him, the world narrowing and the walls closing in...

He couldn't do this. He wasn't ready. He wasn't smart like Remus or as patient as his father, he wasn't commanding enough—he couldn't be king.

But he would be. One day.

Peering through the curtain, he saw his father turn...and though the pride in his face only made the terror worse, at the same time...

He could do this. He had to.

Smiling, King Thomas Sanders IV extended a hand towards him in silent encouragement. It was the same hand he offered to those subjects that knelt before him at court to have their grievances heard, the same hand he offered to both Roman and Remus as children when they felt shy or had fallen down while playing...

...or leading him back into the house when he was out to hunt a Lazari...

“I give you your future king—Prince Roman Sanders!”

A hand fell to his shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

“Give 'em hell, Ro Bro!” Remus hissed gleefully in his ear.

It was strange, but some of the weight lifted itself off of Roman's shoulders, with his brother's hand there instead as he stepped out onto the balcony and into the sunlight.

For a moment, it was...magical. The ghost of Remus's fingers pressed into his shoulder, his father's hand curling warm around his nape—the people of the Kingdoms below, smiling and cheering in a symphony that filled his lungs as readily as it filled his ears, turning his heart into pure starlight.

For a moment, basking in his father's pride, his brother's confidence, and his people's love—he didn't just feel like he could do this, he knew that he could.

For a moment—that was all he got before his heart stopped beating.

It happened suddenly, but somehow it felt as natural as breathing. The tension of that missing engine powering the body and soul, the inability to draw breath. It was the peace of sleep, the flow of one step into the next while walking down an evenly paved road—he knew something was wrong, and yet he could not escape the manner in which it felt so normal.

Standing there, dying in front of the very kingdom he was meant to serve with no rhyme or reason for it.

Let it go...it felt so right, it felt proper.

As his vision began to dim, and the hand he'd raised to wave to the crowd started to fall by his side, he felt the urge to fight sliding out of him, eyes already slipping shut...

Easy as existing. Getting dark, time to sleep.

Until he heard a sigh next to him that was chilling.

The king.

Death no longer felt so inevitable, nor did it feel right. It was wrong, but...it was inside him, twisting and warping to form words that echoed inside his head. Something was slipping into the void left behind by the absence of a heartbeat, speaking to him in the Reaper's voice...

The necromancer.

**********

Logan was only aware of it in passing—however, Logan wasn't supposed to be capable of even that, and had to take such painstaking care to make sure that no trace of his magic could be felt anywhere. He had to keep the fact that he had power hidden, had to beat back every trace of it.

So he was aware of his magic, far more than he was aware of the distant stars that were the lives of every creature within the palace and beyond.

And the feel of his power waking, straining towards death? That hit him hard, made him focus on that awareness of what was happening.

“Lo? You okay?”

Logan spun in his seat and stood, stalking up to the bars of his cell. It was little more than a voice in another house, reaching him barely through thin walls and great distances...but it was growing closer, crossing that distance, too close too close too close...

“Logan? You're scaring me.”

Patton was at his side, watching him with wide, fearful eyes.

“Someone is killing the king.” Logan breathed.

“What? How can you possibly know that?” Patton hissed.

Logan opened his mouth...and nothing came.

Until that voice, hollow and honeyed, was suddenly in his house and in his veins and in his...in his.

For the first time, Logan understood why the Necromata were so feared—why he was locked below ground, why he had no Name of his own and why it was so desperately important to make sure no necromancer could ever practice their art.

The moment he sensed that foreign power encroaching on something that belonged to Logan alone, everything was chilling instinct and cold, calculating fury. The power swept up and took over, took action to reclaim what was being stolen.

The king was dying, but so was the Green Man.

Logan's last rational thought before an eerie blue light swallowed up his eyes and the power wiped his mind clean was that, if the Green Man was close enough to the king, he might actually be able to save them both.

********** The necromancer in the dungeons. Roman could feel it, he was certain of it...it felt cold and airy, thick morning fog swirling through his marrow yet rendering his mind strangely clear. It was familiar, not all that different from the way it felt when they touched in Roman's dreams.

The necromancer was there. He was...helping Roman.

You have to get to the king.

He didn't know, even after all these years didn't realize who Roman was, and that was the way it ought to be, and yet...he was warning Roman, he was--

The wrongness of it filled his chest in the space of a blink, filled his lungs, forced breath into his body. The fight squeezed every muscle, including his heart, in a steady rhythm that started his blood moving again. Roman tried to clutch at his chest, but he couldn't.

He felt cold all over, but his body was working, warring with some outside force, struggling to stay alive.

His body was no longer his to control, he realized with a rush of fear. The necromancer...chill fog, thick and light and clear, in his head and his veins and his heart...

Roman's body was turning, his head swiveling around, obeying an order he did not give.

The necromancer was animating him now, manipulating his every move—and all Roman could do was stand there and let it happen--

Go.

...Father!

This time, when he tried to move, his body obeyed him, his will and that of the necromancer uniting as one.

He rushed forward, reaching out...

In just enough time to catch the king as he fell, a corpse gone cold by the time the both of them reached the ground. ((CW: parental death--but this IS a necromancer AU. Just keep that in mind. XD))

[wits-writing]

Bill & Ted Face the Music (Movie Review)

How I have missed having new movies to talk about!

And this is a most excellent movie to use as a return to reviews! (Thanks to the non-heinous decision to release it for digital rental/purchase, rather than force people to go into movie theaters as a pandemic continues to rage on.)

Bill & Ted Face the Music, from director Dean Parisot with a screenplay from the returning duo of Chris Matheson and Ed Solomon, pays tribute to and enhances the legacy of the previous two movies. In the decades since the end of Bogus Journey, Bill S. Preston, Esq. (Alex Winters) and Ted Theodore Logan (Keanu Reeves), have done everything they can think of to produce the song they were told would unite all of reality back in 1989. They’ve consistently fallen short of their destiny with Wyld Stallyn’s big song from the concert at the end of the last movie only amounting to a one-hit wonder. All other attempts have only led them further into obscurity and increasingly esoteric musical experiments.

When chasing this impossible destiny finally has their lives on the verge of falling apart completely and the pair are ready to quit, Kelly (Kristen Schaal), the daughter of Rufus, appears before them with a warning. Reality itself has started coming undone and will only right itself if the song is performed within a 77-minute time limit. Bill & Ted decide to take desperate measures and see if any of their own future selves succeeded where they’ve failed. Meanwhile, their own daughters, Thea Preston (Samara Weaving) and Billie Logan (Brigette Lundy-Paine), go on their own excellent adventure through the history of music to recruit the perfect band for the perfect song.

Face the Music is a multigenerational journey through that which binds us through time, a long-awaited reunion for the creative team and lead actors, and the final payoff of the destiny that kicked off the whole thing.

And against all odds… It works!

[Full Review Under the Cut]

To be honest, the initial trailer for this movie did not win me over to this series revival. Seeing the leaders of the idyllic 28th century roll their eyes as Bill & Ted repeated the iconic “Be excellent to each other! Party on dudes!” had me worried this would be mean-spirited in a way that goes against the core of the previous movies. There’s a sincerity in those movies about these two dudes’ optimism and perseverance being able to overcome anything, from passing history class to coming back from the dead. This movie being about what happens when that attitude finally gets worn down by the years of banging their heads against the wall to complete the single most important task in the universe. Ted especially feels the weight of the years catching up with them, being the one to suggest giving up before the strict time limit gets laid out in front of them.

Doing nothing but chasing the success they were promised in their youth begins to threaten their ability to see outside themselves. Hints of that show early on with them and their wives all in couples counseling together. Which becomes more apparent as they travel to increasingly dire futures for themselves. The older Bills and Teds we see have lost even more of their charming positivity, often happy to insult, trick, or threaten their past selves for their own benefits. It’s a humorous literalization of how people look back on their own mistakes or deal with their fears of the future and as a bonus gives us a chance to see Winters and Reeves play increasingly bizarre versions of their classic characters. Though Bill & Ted’s struggle against their inadequacies only account for half the story of this movie.

The other half comes from Billie and Thea’s adventure through time. The duo is introduced as the only people left in the world still believing in their dads’ abilities to make the prophesized song. Growing up around every sonic formulation Wyld Stallyns ever created gave them a passion for and encyclopedic knowledge of music that’s unmatched, even by their dads. Lundy-Paine and Weaving embody the Millennial versions of Winters and Reeves’ Gen X archetypes. They carry on the positive spirit their dads have lost with a gift for recognizing the finer details of music across all genres and figuring out how and why it fits together.

That passion takes them on a journey through history that also reflects a maturation of how this film series approaches history compared to Excellent Adventure with who the girls recruit along the way. I won’t give away when they go or who they recruit, but it speaks to a more complete understanding of history than the original movie had with its time travel story. Though I will say it includes an extended cameo by a time displaced Kid Cudi as himself, who ends up being one of the best comedic performers in the entire cast.

As much as I love this movie, it’s far from flawless. There are two subplots that feel clumsy in their execution. One involving Ted’s dad, Jonathan Logan (Hal Landon Jr.), not believing Bill & Ted ever went on any of their adventure through time, space, heaven, and hell, which simply resolves when circumstances force him to believe it. More frustrating is the involvement of Princesses Joanna and Elizabeth (Jayma Mays and Erinn Hayes, respectively), Bill & Ted’s wives, or rather the lack thereof. The best I can say is that they at least aren’t damseled like they were in Bogus Journey, but that doesn’t make up for them being almost aggressively sidelined by the plot of this one. In a movie that hinges on Bill & Ted’s connection to their families, these subplots being so thin is hard to ignore.

For every frustration those subplots caused, there was some amazing new or returning element from the series to prop things up again. When the time comes for Bill & Ted Face the Music to bring all of its threads together for the concert finale across time and space, I was left amazed how well it paid off what all three movies have told us about Bill & Ted’s destiny. The twist they manage to put on the payoff is simultaneously clever and touching, even if it’s a little easy to guess early on. It creates such a warm, comforting atmosphere within the movie that’s difficult not to give into as it plays out.

This is worth every cent of what the digital rental/purchase costs, especially if you’re a fan of the previous Bill & Ted movies.

Be excellent to yourselves, watch it, and party on dudes!

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[tangerinekumquat]

11/1/01

Dear Diary,

Virgil's games have kept me occupied well, and Patton has been passing notes to me. He says that he's mad about what I did to my gifts but that I don't deserve to be alone. I wish I was allowed outside but I need to wait a week, which sucks because I want to pick up more moths to study and try that thing where we stick pins in them and they stay on the wall. I know I could go downstairs but I know no one wants to see me after my fit, even Patton and Virgil.

It's clear as day when I go down to meals, everyone is quite and the adults seem so weary around me. I guess they think I'll snap again, I am emotionally unstable and a bear trap. Well figuratively, meaning that I can be set off and snap at the lightest touch, not literally since I am able to write and have coherent thoughts.

I just saw it again, I was walking down the hall and I glanced at the stairwell to see it standing there, it shook me to it's core and when I blinked it was moving up the stairs. I'm not going up, I'll sleep in the bathroom with the locks. No if I do that it will kill them, I'm not going to be like those kids in the movie bringing the darkness upon the family, I'll fight it. I'll update after that.

Signed, Logan

[inkribbon796]

Like a House of Cards Ch. 10: To Go Forward, Sometimes you Have to go Backwards

Summary: Mistakes happen when you mess around with magical objects.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Brody walked down to the parking lot after the Sides and the Androids had gone up to talk about the plan and safety measures.

Glitch Logan was running diagnostics on the completed machine so Brody was left in silence for a bit.

So it left the hitman with his thoughts. Which wasn’t always a good thing. He took out his wallet to look at a picture. It was the only professional picture he had of the twins.

His Dark — Brody’s Dark — was sitting in a chair with their little twin sons seated in his lap. The hitman was standing behind them. Dark was the only one of the four without a huge smile, his smile a bit more subdued.

The sight brought a sad sight deep from Brody’s face. Another family was being ripped out from under him. Just when things were starting to get good again.

At the sound of footsteps, Brody quickly pocketed his wallet and turned to see, to his relief, his head saw Glitch Logan watching him. His nanite body visible.

Glitch Logan looked at Brody, “You didn’t tell him.”

“A’course[1] not,” Brody scoffed, and put his wallet away. “Bubblegum fooker is takin’ Dark from me, I’m not gonna help him take my twins too.”[2]

Glitch Logan was quiet, which just let Brody go off on a tirade, “I shouldn’t have ta sacrifice one set ‘a my kids fer the other. I wanted T.B, Lils, and Paddy ta be alive an’ safe but I shouldn’t have ta let the Twins not exist ta cause it. An’ I shouldn’t have ta let my kids die ta get the Twins.”[3]

“Your logic is not flawed,” Glitch Logan agreed. “Unfortunately that does not seem to be the situation we have found ourselves in.”

“Fook!”[4] Brody shouted.

“There a problem?” Nestor came down with the rest of the group they needed. Silver, Jackie, Dark, and Wilford had accompanied the time travelers and their past doubles.

“No,” Brody scoffed, glaring at Wilford. “Obviously not.”

Janus was walking down with Roman. The creative Side not wanting to be far from Logan.

“Head back upstairs,” Glitch Logan told them. “This will be a quick procedure.”

“As if we trust you,” Roman rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care if you trust me, I care if you’re safe,” Glitch Logan spat.

“We’ll stay until the transfer starts,” Janus told him. “To make sure you don’t do anything to him.”

The young glitch demon smiled, “I don’t need any of that anymore.”

“Did you do anything to him?” Roman demanded.

“I have only been here for a minute or two, I am fine,” Logan reassured.

Everyone was having their little eleventh hour conversations. Jackie walked up to Diamonds who was signing with J.J.

“Got a question, before I head up,” Jackie asked Diamonds, gesturing to his own throat. “If yeh[5] don’t mind me askin’[6].”

“Not at all,” Diamonds smiled, his voice crackled a bit. “Logan, Google, and Mortician made this for me. It’s a voice box that transmits signals from my brain to the box. It does have to be replaced every few months because my magic destroys it, but it was quite a nice gift.”

“Yeah,” Jackie smiled.

As Jackie was talking to J.J, Brody walked over to Chase.

“I hope yeh[5] don’t remember anythin’[7] I know,” Brody told Chase. “If my world an’ my family is gonna crash down around me, then I don’t wanna remember it.”[8]

Chase was just staring at him, “Me too.”

Brody turned to glare at Wil, “Take care ‘a him, or else I will find some way ta make yeh pay fer it.”[9]

“I will,” Wilford promised but it was clear Brody didn’t believe it.

Then he turned to look at Dark, his expression softer, “Yeh deserve the world, yeh really do an’ when yeh see the Actor, punch him fer me. ‘Cause I won’t be there ta do it.”[9]

“I don’t need to be convinced to hit him more than once,” Dark hissed.

Suddenly the core of the machine began to glow sharply and everyone had a moment’s notice before pain ripped through the people in the middle of the room and a crack shot down the room. Dark, Wil, the Sides, Diamonds, and J.J to one side, and everyone else to the other. A white light engulfed the room.

When the light cleared Silver was standing in a grassy field with Jackie, Ethan, Brody, Chase, and just the Host. The second Host and Nestor were missing.

“I feel weird,” Ethan was patting his chest. “I feel really pissed and angry and I don’t know why.”

“What Ethan is from the transfer, if he is lucky then it will soon fade.” The Host began to run out of the field, “The Host, Brody, and the heroes need to find a time rift out of this point in time quickly.”

“Why, where are we?” Mark asked, picking up Ethan and following him as the rest of the group followed the Host as well.

Coming to a halt, the Host turned to look at them. “Dark is not with the group so the heroes should rid themselves out of their outfits, they will stand out.”

“What is goin’[10] on?” Chase demanded.

“The Host and his allies are in the year 1963, and today is the day that the Entity and the Madman meet again. They will become allies and take over the city within a matter of weeks. By the end of the month the city will become a completely different creature and will be irreversibly driven down the path that will cause the creations of the heroes that fight against both of them.”

“What?” Brody shouted. “How’d we all get thrown back? Where are the others?”

“They have the Anomaly, so we need to find our current Anomaly and use that to get to where Dark and the others are,” the Host explained as everyone started switching into their civilian clothes. “The other heroes and villains were pushed into a different reality and the two groups must regroup.”

With their outfits a touch more casual, the group tried to look like they weren’t time travelers or aliens.

Ethan had to stop a couple times to catch his breath and not have a panic attack. Because he felt like someone had emotionally set him on fire and he wanted to stay next to Mark or Séan the whole time and only started to feel like he was going back to normal by the time the Host took them through a building where Mark heard a rather familiar voice. It was Dark’s and Wil’s voices. Mark could smell the odor of blood and rot in the air. As if Dark had been killing with his aura.

As the crew snuck through the building, Mark froze to listen in. They were so close. Dark wasn’t as powerful, he wasn’t prepared. He could—

“Wil, she’s sleeping,” Dark grumbled, his voice sounding almost as if it hadn’t been used in some time.

“Oh good, good,” Wil decided. Some of his words were hard to understand but suddenly Wil yelled, “I’ve got a great idea, we’re gonna make a TV show.”

Dark was quiet for a long time and Mark wished he could see his face. But he lingered long enough to hear the future mob boss sigh in frustrated indulgence, “Okay.”

A light clapping reached Mark’s ears, “Excellent, Dames, we can talk details at this lovely little diner it’s got—”

At this point, their voices began to get farther away, and the Host cleared his throat so Mark raced away from the door and into an alley.

“Silver and Jackie will accompany the Host into the next building to get the Anomaly, all others should remain up here.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go,” Séan agreed and the Host used his aura to help them break into the apartment building. But since it was set into the hill there were three flights of stairs connecting them to the ground floor and the Host was practically flying down the stairs, his aura helping him navigate the steps and get down safely. Then he took them down the hall to a room where there was a huge magical sigil on the ground and a magic standing in a red tux with black eyes, and a wailing infant cradled in his hands.

It was the Actor, on the eve of another great story.

“There you are,” Marc smiled as the little squirming and crying bundle. “You’ll make a wonderful addition to our story, won’t you?”

Then the door was ripped open and the Host was there. Marc and the baby both startled. “The hell?”

Now that Marc was distracted the Anomaly he’d been working with had nowhere else to put its magic so it ripped open another rift in time. Another point decades in the future but not quite the time that the Host and the others had come from.

Séan had been racing down the hallway and then tripped on a carpet. So he slammed right into the Actor who dropped the baby right into the time rift that immediately closed shut.

“No!” The Actor shouted. “That was my fucking son!”

“Yikes! Host can we get the kid back?” Séan demanded. “Where’d he go?”

The Host’s aura forced a portal around the Actor and he was gone, the box that housed the Anomaly glitched and the Seer grabbed the box and began to sprint out of the room.

He opened the box and quickly pulled out a bracelet, holding the box with his aura as he ran, “the Host and the heroes must go now. Before the Actor returns. They do not have long but they cannot face him now. They do not have the power nor space to be able to do so.”

“Who was that?” Mark asked, following the Host as Séan ran alongside Mark and they headed back up the stairs.

“The archnemesis to the Entity,” the Host told him. “The child he had would have been used as leverage against the Entity. But now he is in somewhat safer hands and will eventually live under the Entity and the Madman’s care. You have actually just saved him from a loveless environment.”

“Was that one ‘a yer brothers?”[11] Séan asked. “Yeh have what? Five ‘a ‘em?”[12]

The Host leaned over the banister to look down at them,  “The Host also has a sister.”

“Yeah, but yeh an’ that guy hinted that was a boy,”[13] Jackie stalled.

“Yes, and it is true that the infant was one of the Entity and the Madman’s sons, but the Host likes to include his sister when he can.” The Host gave them a huge smile before starting to dart back up the stairs.

Séan and Mark smiled at each other before following the Host back out of the apartment and into daylight where Chase and Brody were still waiting with Ethan.

“You guys got it?” Ethan asked.

“Time Anomaly scored,” Séan snapped his fingers over in the Host’s direction. “Let’s go home.”

The Host motioned for everyone to pull in together. “The heroes still have to locate the second group. They were pushed into a separate dimension and cannot be left there.”

“We get it, we’re pressed for time,” Mark agreed. “How do we do this?”

“The Host will start up the transfer,” the Host offered as everyone gathered in close. “Six will start the transfer but only five will move through.”

“Do I have time ta[14] say a couple words?” Brody asked.

“Yes, but Brody does not have long,” the Host warned.

“Fine,” Brody agreed before walking over to Chase.

“Look out fer[15] him okay,” Brody asked Chase. “Yeh don’t have ta like him, but just make sure Wil doesn’t take advantage ‘a him. He means e’erythin’ ta me.”[16]

“I can’t promise I’ll be good at it, but I’ll try,” Chase promised.

“Thanks,” Brody smiled sadly, taking out his wallet to look at the picture one last time. The world seemed to fold in on itself around them as a blinding white light came from the Host and engulfed the group. “That’s all I need.”

With a roaring in everyone’s ears the past and future of two different timelines compressed a little tighter before the hole in space and time flexed again and the Host sent them to find the others that had been separated from them.

After the flash of blinding light faded, they were standing in the same back alley. The streets were right but the feel in the air was wrong.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. Of course

2. Bubblegum fucker is taking Dark from me, I’m not going to help him take my twins too.

3. I shouldn’t have to sacrifice one set of my kids for the other. I wanted T.B, Lils, and Paddy to be alive and safe but I shouldn’t have to let the Twins not exist to cause it. And I shouldn’t have to let my kids die to get the Twins.

4. Fuck!

5. you

6. asking

7. anything

8. If my world and my family is going to crash down around me, then I don’t want to remember it

9. You deserve the world, you really do and when you see the Actor, punch him for me. Because I won’t be there to do it.

10. going to

11. Was that one of your brothers?

12. You have what? Five of them?

13. Yeah, but you and that guy hinted that was a boy

14. to

15. for

16. You don’t have to like him, but just make sure Wil doesn’t take advantage of him. He means everything to me.

[something-tofightfor]

Are there any headcanons some writers have that you don’t agree with? What are some big ones? Do you disagree because they don’t fit your perception of the character(s) or because they don’t fit the character, period?

This is a loaded question, ma’am.  Well, the first thing I’ll say is this: people write what they want to write. They characterize people the way that they want to, and they focus on the traits that they want to when they build their characters. This also goes for what people choose to read, too! Fanfiction allows there to be something for everyone, and that’s amazing. 

It doesn’t matter what genre or fandom, there are always so many interpretations of things to provide a variety of content by a lot of really talented writers - but that doesn’t mean that every single story or headcanon is going to be something that every reader agrees with. And that’s life - it’s no different than published work or TV or movies... which is why we write and read in the first place, right?

There are a lot of characterizations of certain characters that I don’t agree with that I’ve seen and read - but I’m sure that the same goes for people that read my work too.  (Under a cut because I am wordy)

I’ll answer your second question first:  I think a lot of it is that they don’t seem to fit with what we know of characters in canon, and it kind of bothers me when people consistently throw away every aspect of canon just because they don’t like them. There’s a huge difference in reshaping things to work in an AU (what I’m doing with Billy’s injuries in Steel City) or a to give something a different outcome (Logan’s choice to seek help instead of self-destructing in HCtS) and flat out re-creating the character to make them fit into a specific narrative.  When something is a flat out AU, I can look past it much more easily. In that scenario, you’re supposed to look at things as completely different. Sure, names will be the same, maybe professions, certain parts of the backstory... but an AU is a license to change a ton - and when done properly, they can be amazing.  And while I think that everything fanfic writers write is an AU to some extent, the truth is that not everyone reads stories because they want a complete turnaround from canon and from what we know, so everything in a story being different than expected is jarring. That’s a personal preference - definitely - but you asked. I don’t read a story because I want to know how a completely fictionalized version of Billy reacts to XY and Z. I’d like to see him worked into a scenario that’s different - but see how HE handles it. 

Take Logan out of Westworld? He’s just a businessman with some serious familial issues and an addiction problem. Benjamin completely removed from Julia and the Days? He’s a middle-aged man with a shady past and no money or solid place to stay. There are certain core characteristics that need to be kept, otherwise, it’s literally just Ben’s face and you’re Mad Libs-ing in a job and a personality.  And to answer your first question, there are many. And again, it’s just a personal preference because I try to keep my writing as in-character as I possibly can ... so when I read, it’s hard for me to disconnect from that. So while I don’t want to call any specific writer or story out here because that isn’t the point, there are a lot of overarching headcanons and characterizations that it’s really hard for me to get past.

The biggest one - and I know, know, KNOW I’m going to get shit for this one - is that everyone is so quick to write these guys wanting kids and to settle down. Of course, we want to imagine Billy and Logan and Ryan and even Benjamin healthy and happy and with people they love... but the truth is that not everyone’s definition of a happy or fulfilled life includes kids... or marriage. So being quick to include kids or the desire to have kids or just the feeling that children are necessary pulls me out of stories a lot. 

I actually don’t even read ones where I know the characters have kids, because I just don’t identify with that Reader character or that chosen lifestyle. ** The exception is Logan with Emily, because he’s the best uncle ** 

Love is another thing. With Billy and Logan in particular - it’s hard for me to comprehend them going from 0-60 in no time at all and just... being over the moon for someone and then expressing it. Especially Billy. Logan in canon is so much closer to being ready to love someone because he at least knows what love looks and feels like - he had his mom and he had Juliet. Billy didn’t. Benjamin is the only character we’ve seen that foolishly falls in love quickly. And Ryan? You gotta stay in contact with someone or stay in one place long enough to fall in love. You might know you have feelings for someone really quickly, but it’s not just meet - go out to eat once - profess love - drop everything - get married - pop out kids. 

Individual characters:

Billy: 

Without a good reason, Billy’s not going to meet someone and immediately fall in love with them. He spent 20+ years keeping people out, and there’s no way in hell one night is enough for him to drop his defenses entirely and accept someone into his life.  Billy using pet names pulls me out of a story really fast, especially in bed. A sarcastic ‘sweetheart’ is about all I feel like you’d get out of him. I don’t think he needs to rely on talking to someone in bed in order to keep them in the moment. He says NOTHING in bed with Madani, and again with Krusty, and he was straight-up playing Madani, so if he was one to use pet names and dirty talk to bait someone... it would have happened.  Billy never opened Anvil so that he could shower other people with gifts. His money is meant to be his own, and while I don’t think he's stingy, I don’t think he’s going to drop obscene amounts of money on someone, even if he’s in a relationship with them (in canon - and EVEN for HNH reader). Romance - in the knock you off your feet sense - is not EVER going to be in his wheelhouse. 

S2 Billy is not a child. Stop treating him like one. In the beginning, maybe...but the more he learns and grows and remembers, the emotions that he has aren’t tantrums - they’re a very real mixture of fear and anger and misunderstanding. He literally doesn’t know why he did what he did or how everything went wrong - but that doesn’t make him a child. 

Logan:

Logan is more than a sex-crazed millionaire. That is a front. And I know that he’s going to be great in bed and very hands-on with his partners, but canon Logan uses sex and excess to keep people AWAY...not to pull them closer. 

Logan doesn’t want or need extravagant gifts.... because he can get anything he’d ever want for himself. It’s more about the thought than the money for him.  Logan is a lot of things, but him being a dick and belittling someone for being of a different socioeconomic status really bothers me. 

Ryan: 

... Very few people write for Ryan, so there’s little here that I take issue with, except maybe that in some of the stories I’ve seen people seem to confuse his lack of a formal education with him being uneducated in general.  Benjamin: 

Benjamin is impulsive but he is not stupid. 

Caspian:

Every time someone writes Caspian as being hellbent on adhering to tradition and following the Narnian customs and rules of succession I want to rip my hair out.  Don’t sit there and try to tell me that a King has to have a blood heir when the Pevensies are proof that ANYONE can be a King or Queen of Narnia, no questions asked. They weren’t even FROM Narnia, and they got thrones. It’s not about blood - it’s about integrity and a person’s true desire to lead the people and keep them safe and happy. 

** One more overall thing that takes me out of a story faster than anything is the use of Y/N. Maybe I’m an idiot, but every time I see those I think “yes/no” and not “your name”... and it throws me. **

I’m gonna step off my soapbox now. BUT. I will end this by saying: 

As much as I disagree with some of these qualities and traits in writing - when they are done super well, I don’t even notice them. Some of my favorite stories are “Y/N” inserts. One of my favorite Logans calls his girl princess. There’s a coffee shop AU that I absolutely loved and it changes the main character COMPLETELY.  It’s all subjective. I’m not saying any of this to offend anyone, and so I hope that if any other writers read this whole thing and feel as if I’m calling them or their choices out - that isn’t the point. I’m not trying to hurt feelings or pick apart your writing, but this is how I look at characters and the way people portray them when I choose what I want to read.

I write for a living. Like, actual get-paid-to-put-words-on-paper writing. I have to look at details for my work. Things have to make sense. There has to be clear connecting threads. And that makes it much more difficult for me to completely disconnect from that mindset when I write or read. I can’t help it.  TLDR: Write what you want to write. Read what you want to read. Think what you want about these characters and stick to it. But know that not everything you post is going to get the kind of engagement you hope for - because not everyone is able to suspend disbelief about the characters they’ve spent HOURS growing to love and carefully thinking about when you change 95% of their canon characteristics to fit your plot. 

[empresskylo]

Intimidating

Pairing ↠  Logan Howlett x female!reader Warnings ↠ smut! Unprotected sex! Word Count ↠  2.6k+ Summary ↠ “You come across as, um, a little intimidating.” Author’s note ↠  Since on hiatus, i’ll be redoing my permanent tag list, so let me know if you’d like to get added (pls dm me, don’t reply) main masterlist

You were new to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters except you weren’t exactly a “youngster”. Charles had recently reached out to you and invited you to live at the school and work with the children. He had made the inquiry to attend as a student long ago, back when you were underage, but you had friends you could count on and didn’t think you needed “schooling” and politely declined.

Years had past and all your friends were gone. It wasn’t an easy journey and you found yourself lost and alone. You were so thankful for Charles and happily decided to work with him.

You were new and of course that was always awkward, but soon enough the others began to grow on you. Jean was sweet and you would often find yourself hanging out with her and Scott at night. You three would sit around and drink, Jean would often go off on long tangents about abstract ideas that you and Scott loved. Storm was the one who helped you get settled and showed you how to teach the mutant children. And some of the older students befriend you as well. But you always found yourself avoiding one person, Logan. He was dark and mysterious. He had a temper and wasn’t very inviting. Jean told you he was kinder than he appeared but you still took every chance you could to avoid contact with him.

You woke up from a nightmare, one that was too real to speak aloud. You found yourself making your way to the kitchen. You did this often when you couldn’t sleep and occasionally you’d bump into a student or two, and even once you bumped into Charles, but who you saw tonight caught you off guard.

Logan was sitting at the counter, a beer next to him, his eyes closed. You slightly jumped when you spotted him, your quiet squeal grabbing his attention and he opened his eyes.

“Oh- uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- didn’t mean to disturb you.” You fumbled with your words.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “You’re not disturbing me.” He said matter-of-factly.

You stood there staring at him, not sure on what to do next. Do you slowly back away and book it to your room? Do you pretend like you never saw him and grab a snack? Do you try to engage in conversation?

He smiled, snapping you out of your escape ideas, “I’m not going to bite,” a small chuckled escaped his raspy late night voice.

Your body slightly relaxed and you gave a forced smiled. You made your way to the fridge, looking for something to grab that way you could make your way back to your room.

“How come we’ve never talked?” He asked abruptly.

You grabbed a can of soda and turned around, closing the fridge with your foot as you did.

“I don’t know. We just never crossed paths.”

He laughed, “We’ve crossed paths plenty of times, you just always run out of the room.”

You blushed, embarrassed that he noticed. “Uh- I guess you come across as, um, a little intimidating.” You muttered quietly.

Logan almost looked hurt at you words. His hand tightened around his drink and he furrowed his eyebrows, “Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to tell me that,” he said as he tilted his drink back and took a big gulp. 

He was looking directly at you now across the table. You saw the hurt in his eyes, something you never expected to see when you finally came face to face with him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, kid. I think I’ve just had too much to drink.” 

You studied him, the way he was sitting across from you gave you a warm feeling that you didn’t know how to describe. It was like looking at someone who could crush you at any moment, but up close, his fierce demeanor slipped away and you felt safe. Like the way a rushing river could pull you under with no remorse, but the calm sounds and glimmering water made you feel at home.

Logan pushed himself up and tossed his beer bottle in the bin. “See ya around,” He spoke to you as he headed towards the hall. He paused, “Unless you’re still gonna run for the hills every time I come your way.” He smiled, a faint sparkle gleaming in his eyes. 

You smiled back, your heart speeding up, and he walked away. 

Over the next few weeks you and Logan gradually became friends. He would often say funny remarks under his breath near you and would catch you giggling. He finally had stopped you in the hall after a meeting, “I’m glad you’re not so bothered by me anymore.” You turned towards him, alone in the hall aside from the two of you.

“Yeah, well I smartened up and realized you weren’t so tough.” You smirked.

He pretended to be hurt, “You have a cheeky side, I see.” His words made you blush.

From then on, Logan would find you at dinner or when he got back from missions and would spend time with you. You warmed up to him and realized he was someone you could count on. You’d often laze around the living space together when everyone was in bed, or take walks in the courtyard, teasing each other as you did.

Late one evening, Logan sat on his bed reading and you laid across his floor with pillows beneath you as you tried to come up with a study plan for some of the students you were teaching.

“Ugh, I can’t figure this out.” You sighed, frustrated with how hard it was to help other people with totally different powers from you.

Logan stood up, placing his book on his nightstand, walked over to you, and collapsed on the pillows beside you. “You’ve been at this for hours, I think you need a break. A fresh look at it will do wonders.”

“Maybe you’re right,” You mumbled, sitting up.

You didn’t realized how close Logan was to you until you were sitting up on your knees, your face mere inches away. You held your position, a bit startled, his eyes analyzing you. The sudden reality of your close proximity made you clear your throat and stand up.

You heart was racing and you felt your cheeks go red. Logan often did this to you: his sweet comments, or cheeky remarks made you blush. You found yourself becoming attracted to him but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. And to be quiet honest, the though of being with someone like him made you trembled. You may have gotten more relaxed around him, and even befriended him, but he still intimidated you.

“I should go,” you started, grabbing your papers off the floor, “it’s getting late.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, standing up and catching your hand as you made your way to the door, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, no, it’s not you.” You shrugged awkwardly. He let go of your hand as you faced him, his eyes trying to read your face. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you mumbled, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

Logan almost couldn’t hear you but the way his heart quickened meant he certainly heard every word. “Y/N...” He said, his voice much quieter than before. You looked up at him, your cheeks red-hot in embarrassment that you said that out loud.You expected to have an awkward Logan peering at you, about to let you down gently, telling you he’s not interested in you that way, but instead you were met with his lips.

Startled at how quickly everything was happening, you felt his arms grace your hips. His mouth moved against yours, your body heating up. He pulled away abruptly, “I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes looking into yours, trying to decipher if this is what you wanted.

“No- don’t be,” You bit your lip looking up at him, his hands still on your hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You paused for a moment to think, then shook your head. Without wasting time Logan attached himself to you again. You had never been kissed like this and you felt like your chest was bound to explode. His hands snaked their way to your back and he pulled you up against him. You moved your hands up to run through his hair. His large stature was leaning down to reach you so you didn’t have to go on your tip toes.

He pushed you up against the door, your legs straddling one of his. His began to place soft kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You let out a moan. Logan quickly pulled away and you were immediately embarrassed at the unconscious sound you made.

“I’m not going to be able to stop myself if you keep doing that, so tell me if you want us to stop. I don’t want to rush this,” his voice was hoarse and out of breath. You felt chills form over your entire body.

“To stop now would be cruel,” you voice was quiet and out of breath. He took your consent and picked you up, his lips connecting to yours and walked you both over to his bed.

He set you down on both your knees making you perfectly inline with himself. His hand went behind your head and deepened the kiss. You felt him press up against you and he groaned. You felt him hardened beneath you which caused your insides to warm up at your core.

Your body felt red hot, your fingers slightly trembling as you gripped his hip. He traced the hem of your shirt and gently tugged at it. You pulled away and lifted your arms up allowing him to remove it from your chest.

Out of breath, Logan admired you. He could feel himself panting like a dog. You blushed slightly as he remained looking you up and down, a hard contrast to when he was just all over you. “You’re so beautiful,” the words were quiet and you felt a smile form on your lips. He took another moment to take you in before he ripped his own shirt off.

You swallowed hard looking at his extremely toned chest. Logan slowly reach up and grabbed at the seam of your pajama shorts. He kissed your neck as he tugged your shorts down. You did the rest, kicking them off your ankles. His hands traced down your curves and he placed a delicate kiss on your collar bone. You felt goosebumps form on your bare skin, so surprised at his loving demeanor. Logan could go from rough and hot, to gentle and slow. You didn’t expect someone like him to be like this.

He gently pushed you onto your back, watching you as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. You gulped as he climbed onto the bed and between your legs, his body against yours as his warm lips made contact with you again. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, a slight moan forming in the back of your throat.

You fumbled with your bra straps, trying to tear them off. You were getting frustrated, still kissing Logan while trying to remove this restricting clothing. He pulled away, “I got it,” he mumbled softly. You sighed in defeat as he slid his hands under your back making you arch and unbuckled the strap. He pulled it from you and his eyes got dark. His hands came up to roam your chest and then left wet kisses along your breast. You groaned when his mouth wrapped around your bud.

He sat up, slightly nipping you as he did, “I want to make you make those sounds forever.” You felt a shiver swim over you.

Logan slid his underwear down his tanned thighs exposing himself fully to you. He still hovered above you, your hair sprawled out on the bed and he tried to take this moment completely in. His rough hand slid along your thigh and brushed over your underwear. You bit your lip. Logan continued to rub between your legs, your insides twisting as you tried to stay still for him. You were already dripping for him, you both knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Logan, please...” you said out of breath. He smirked and slid your panties down and threw them behind you. He planted a kiss right below your belly button then slowly made his way up to your face. You grabbed his hair in your hands as his soft lips collided with your neck once again. 

“Are you ready?” He asked you, barely above a whisper. 

You nodded and Logan lined himself up with you and gently pushed himself it. It was hot, like fire, for a moment as he filled you up. Your hands gripped his back, sure to leave marks. He let out a loud grunt when he bottomed out, your eyes closed, squirming beneath him as he held himself there. You grew impatient, his lips kissing your jaw lightly. You hips bucked up slightly, trying to get him to move and you moaned out breathlessly. 

Logan’s eyes shifted to darkness immediately began to pull back out, your breath getting hitched in your throat. Before you could take a moment, he slammed back into you, both of you groaning. He continued, pulling himself out then slamming into you, the bed creaking as he did. “Fucking hell” Logan breathlessly moaned. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him in deeper with every thrust. 

“Tell me how you feel,” He commanded in a husky tone. 

Your lips were parted, your hair sprawled out behind you, you were certain your cheeks were bright red and you tried to muster words out, “So- uh- fucking- good!” You moaned. 

Logan let a trail of swears pool out of his mouth and then he reached down and left a needy kiss on your already red and swollen lips. Logan grabbed you hips, his fingers digging into your skin as his quickened his pace. You were getting close already and you tightly wrapped your fingers in Logan’s hair, your other hand clenching the bed sheets. Logan’s bed frame began hitting the wall with every pump inside of you. 

“Fucking hell-” He moaned out. Logan had imagined this moment before, the way you’d lay beautifully beneath him as he pleasured you to no end. He was losing it quicker than usual, your moans pulling him to the edge quickly. Logan reached a hand down between your legs and began to circle your clit. Little squeals began to leave your parted lips, your body squirming beneath him. He felt your walls tighten around his dick and he couldn’t hold it much longer. “Jesus, Y/N, I’m gonna- ugh, fuck-” and with that, you felt yourself go over the edge, Logan’s eyes locking with yours as you both loudly moaned. He continued to move in and out of you to elongate the feeling of ecstasy. 

Your legs and arms trailed his back, not being able to hold still as Logan spilled himself into you, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He was still muttering swears as he slowed down, the high reaching a peacefully after-bliss. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. After a moment he rolled on the bed next to you, a large grin on his face making you blush. He pulled you close to him, your head resting beside him as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “That was better than I could have ever dreamed.”

“Oh, so you’ve dreamed about this before?” You asked, wiggling an eyebrow. Logan just smiled at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t believe you were ever afraid of this man. 

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Out of my mind (Victor Creed x reader)

Word count: 2402

Summary: After recieving an unexpected visit in the X-Mansion, you engage in an adventure that will test your life as well as the relationship you have with a certain feral man.

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Debris was all you could see : falling from the sky that landed dangerously near you, creating big craters. Then you saw them, both jumping, Victor first and Logan next, before they disappeared in the dust.

Running towards the mist, you came face to face with Gambit, the only mutant who had been able to escape the island "Remy?" "C' mon (Y/N), let's get you to safety" You wanted to protest, to run to the feral brothers, but you found yourself too tired to put any fight. As you were being dragged to the helicopter, a bang could be heard in the distance, two, three.

And darkness.

Waking up in sweat, you gasped for air "Nightmare?" Ororo asked, startling you "How long have you been here?" "A couple minutes, I guess, I came to tell you-you have a visit". Still startled from the nightmare, you bolted out of bed and freshened up a bit. It was not every day you had someone visit you.

The thing was, you had no clue who could that be.

Straightening your jacket, you descended the stairs, where you could make out some voices at the Mansion's entrance. As you saw who had come to visit you, you skipped the three last steps, jumping right into his arms "Victor!"

“Long time no see, kitten” He smirked, engulfing you in his arms. You were more than surprised to see Victor, and even dumbfounded that he remembered you "How did you-" "Hightened senses, remember?" "Oh...Yeah, that's true" You laughed sheepishly.

Even all these years apart hadn't changed the crush you had on him "Well, we'll leave you be" Ororo concluded, turning back to Victor" Don't try anything. If you betray us, it will be worse for you"

Closing the door to your bedroom, you turned to Victor, who watched you intently.Your smile turned into a straight line "I have to tell you something"

As soon as you said it, sparks appeared in your hands, making Victor's eyes widen "Since when?" "Five months ago, nobody knows…You're the first one" They danced in between your fingers, settling on your right hand before a ball was formed "Do you control it?" "More or less…But that's not the issue…I'm afraid I will put people in danger with my mutation, or even kill someone accidentally…Charles always says that this is a gift, but to me, it's a nightmare" Your sad eyes held embarrasment and fear, and the feral could feel the latter emane from you.

Victor's eyebrows furrowed, and a growl escaped his lips "Look" He said, taking your hands in his "I'm not the best one to give goodie two shoes advice, but this ain't something that can be taken from you, you're stuck with it. This changes your life, you and I both know it, but you either suck up and train to be strong or get experimented on and killed" Your eyes watered,even though you knew everything that having a mutation involved, the reality seemed much crueler "Hey kitten, don't worry, you'll be fine. I'm with you, ain't I?" Reassuring you, Victor gave your hands a soft shake, before retreating to his room.

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"Well, if this is true, what are we waiting for?" Scott interveened, making you turn your head "For all we know, this could be a trap" Logan replied, crossing his arms "But what if it is not?" Your voice rose from the back of Charles's office "What if there are kids imprisoned or being experimented on?" "There's only one way to find out" Charles's concluded, ushering everyone out while Scott and Hank went to prepare the helicopter "(Y/N), could you stay for a minute?" "Of course, what's wrong?" "You'll be staying" "What?Why?" "Your mutation is not controlled enough, and we are not certain if the person who is conducting the experiments is-" -My father" Your balled your fists, making a disgusted face "But I know how to control it! I can be useful" "You won't go to this mission and the decision is final"

Leaving the office, you ran to the main entrance, where you found Jean "They left already" You opened and closed your mouth,she didn't need any questioning "But Victor is in the living room, if you were wondering" Smiling, you thanked her and went to find him.

"Charles doesn't let me go the mission" Plopping on the sofa, you awaited his reply "But you want to go, right?" "Yes, I feel that perhaps I will find answers to my questions" "Then don't listen to the old man and go: if there are kids congratulations, and if there is your father then you hit jackpot. If not, well at least you made a daytrip" He shrugged, getting up from the armchair he was resting on "The factory is not far, but how are we gonna get to it?" He didn't reply, just guided you to the back of the mansion, where a van stood "Your ride , princess"

"It seems pretty abandoned…" But even if it looked abandoned, you knew better than that, as the Island had looked like this factory.The eerie atmosphere was overwhelming, and the feeling on your gut that there was something very wrong made you shiver to the core "C'mon let's go" You took off running, Victor following close behind "I'm coming with you" "Suit yourself, but if we want to end quicker, we must divide"

After half an hour or so, there was still no luck in finding any kids, nor did you encounter the Xmen "Now…Let's see" Standing in front of a locked door with coding, you created some lightning to break in, expecting that there was to be something important inside. As the door opened, you stared into a dimly lit room, full of pipes and wires "What the-" Before you could finish your sentence, your head started to hurt, as if needles were inserted to them "Shit! Victor!" You cried, falling to the floorn, withering in pain "Please Victor! Help!" Starting to feel numb, you stopped fighting the tears, screaming with all your might "Screaming won't help you much, (Y/N)" A figure stepped from the shadows, wearing a soldier's suit.

William Stryker…Your father.

"What?Why?" "All in time, my dear daughter…For now…I have some questions that need answer…"Was all you heard before you succumbed to the pain.

Stryker smiled proudly, calling some guards to take you to the laboratory, where someone was already waiting for you.

"Shit! Victor!" In no time, he was crossing the factory, leaping through the floor in marvelous agility. His heart was pounding, and he could not concentrate on anything, but getting to you "Please Victor! Help!" He sped up, if it was even possible anymore. It all became blurry, he just saw the door, which looked to have been blown up, and crossed it.

"Where's (Y/N)?!" He roared, preparing himself to fight against the whole team of soldiers that were awaiting him.

But what was waiting in the last lab of the corridor was something he was not preparing to face.

Clutching on the safety ropes around your ankles, you watched frantically around the room : Needles, tubes, machines…Something out of a sci-fi horror movie "My (Y/N), so young and yet so dangerous" He looked old, tired "You don't know anything about me! Let me go!" "Sorry, but you're too much of a trouble to let go…You see, your mutation is something out of this world…Almost godly, you see" Zipping your mouth, you listened to him making his speech, trying to charge your power "So…It is of vital importance that you are subjected to experimentation" "You would to this? To your own daughter?"

"Well, I had to do it to your brother too, didn't I?" As if on cue, a light revealed a man, disheveled, and on a wheelchair. Was this…

"You fucking psycho! You'll pay for this you bastard!" As a blast was thrown from your hand, your brother's mutation kicked in, making you scream once again in pain "Please! Stop this!" Your screaming did nothing but increase as you saw your father approaching you with a syringe "This will prevent you from escaping nor killing me" "Nothing will stop me, I will not stop fighting to end with your madness!"

Just then, a ruckus was heard, getting nearer and nearer "It seems we have company…I should have killed Victor in the island when I had him under my control" "He would've beat you, you're no rival to him" "That's why you'll be the one to kill him" Your eyes shot open at that statement, fear pumping in your veins "This is a mind control serum, I'm pretty sure your new self won't have any inconvenience in killing him…Now don't cry (Y/N), don't feel sorry for the monster that he is" "He is no monster, you are!"

His face scrunched up in disgust at that, he even looked hurt "To know that my daughter feels anything for that…That animal…Makes me even sicker" A sharp pain shot up in your body, making you dizzy "I won't…Kill him…I won't succumb to this…This serum" Tears fell from your eyes, as you fell in a deep sleep.

At last, Victor arrived to the lab, throwing the door down with a swift kick "Kitten?" There was nobody, it was quiet…Way too quiet "Ah, Victor, so glad you could make it" Stryker appeared, clasping his hands together "Where is (Y/N)? I'll kill you if anything has happened to her" "Your "kitten" is here, she's adjusting" "Adjusting? To wha-?" He had no time to finish, as an electric blast sent him across the room. Your form appeared, levitating from the ground: your body was surrounded by lightning, as well as your eyes, that held no pupil whatsoever. Your clothes also had changed, they seemed godly like.

"To this. She fought hard, but not enough" "You'll pay for this!" He launged himself, but was yet stopped by you "Kitten! Goddamnit, get some sense in your head!" He dodged every attack, what was he else to do? He couldn't harm you in any way, he had promised it to himself. Your bolts were getting more precise as time passed just as Victor grew tired and started to lose hope.

"Now, (Y/N), that is enough playtime, just finish him off" His eyes widened, as you used a lightning bolt to strangle him, applying more preassure as you shocked him "Kitten, you don't want…To do this!" He choked up "Oh, I think she does" Stryker smirked, as he saw the feral starting to lose consciousness" "You've got to take control! Get your self back! Please, (Y/N)!"

At that, the pressure stopped, it seemed to have hit a nerve. Your head decayed to one side, as if you could be listening to him "(Y/N), you have to fight this, do not believe him, you're not like this…You've never been and will never be a monster! You're the most beautiful human being I've ever met, as well as the most caring…(Y/N) I…" Just then, his neck was missing air again "And you thought some cheesy love declaration would help anything?" Bolts were springing to Victor's body, making him growl in pain, baring his teeth "I'll bring you back, I will never stop trying it…Because I love you" He grabbed your waist, pulling you to him, making you gasp as his lips came in contact with yours.

"That's your last resort? Pathetic" Stryker spat, watching the scene in front of him.

He felt the most unbearable pain, but didn't care anymore.

He had to break you out.

You kept trying to overcome the serum, but try as you might, it wasn't enough, it was too strong; You were going to kill Victor, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were ready to give up, to succumb to it, when you felt Victor's arms pull you to him, and his rough lips on yours. A gasp escaped your lips.

He still believed in you, he was sure that you wouldn't give up.

Not now, not ever.

With this new wave of energy, you resumed your fight against your father and your brother. Gathering all the strength you could muster, you fought against the chains that held you to this ill-driven fate.

Victor broke the kiss and watched as your eyes changed to normal and back to no pupils at all. "C'mon (Y/N), make them bite the dust" Clutching your trembling form in his arms, he awaited the lightning bolts that were to come. He was never going to let you go, even if the pain was too much to endure.

Your body changed from trembling to convulsing as the lightning strikes became stronger and deadlier, making Victor scream in pain. With a final blood-curling scream, you let out the biggest wave, falling unconscious and consequently making you both fall to the ground.

Victor got up as quickly as his healing factor let him, watching your silhouette, which wasn't moving at all. He heard your heart beating, making him huff in relief. Your eyes opened, quickly closing them as the blinding light hit you, but soon Victor's form shielded you from it "Victor?" You let out a breath "Yes, (Y/N)?" His gaze held worry, which soon turned to tenderness "Is this a dream?" "No (Y/N), this ain't no dream" He smirked, kissing you softly. It was not the kind of kiss you had imagined from the feral man, but reciprocated nevertheless.

Stryker could not believe his eyes. He had been defeated by something out of a children's book, a true love's kiss "This is impossible! How could yo-" His form was thrown against the wall, Victor's hand in his neck "Victor! Don't" You slithered to them, holding Victor's arm, preventing it from delivering the final blow "He deserves to die for what he's done" "His death will make matters worse, we will embark in a war we have to be prepared for" Baring his teeth, he knocked your father unconscious "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have let this through…Nobody gives me orders" "Lucky me huh?" Smiling, you took Victor's hand, pulling him away from the lab and back to the X-Mansion.

Your words proved to be true, as the army was prepared to attack if anything had happened to your father.

Lucky for you, you were going to live today to fight tomorrow, but not alone.

With Victor at your side, not anymore.

@creedslove @imagines-to-quench-thirst

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