#once again i love althea

[desaturate-worlds]

one of my favorite poolverine headcanons is logan and althea becoming besties like immediately. logan would be such a gentleman to her but also can appreciate and match her attitude when she wants to talk shit. which is often. they (lovingly) bully wade together, take mary puppins on walks together, watch the golden girls together. and wade is more than delighted to force himself between them on the couch to be in both of their personal space - they both complain about it, but secretly welcome their favorite merc

[whatkindofnameisella]

“I can’t go on pretending I don’t love you. I can’t pretend it doesn’t scare me spitless to see you in danger […] Althea, I am so damn lonely. Worst is to know that whether we fail or succeed. I still lose you. Knowing that you are, every day, here on the same ship with me, and I cannot so much as share a meal with you, let alone touch your hand, is torment enough. When you will not look at me or speak to me… I can’t go on with this coldness between us. I can’t.”

[monimccoythings]

The Way We Were

Word Count: 791

tags: f!Reader, dark!logan (past), threats, mentions of blood, past abusive behavior, implied alcoholism.

"Stop. it." His voice came out in growls.

His claws are so close to your skin you almost feel a thin line of blood running down your neck.

"One more word. Just one. And I'll show you what these can do."

You couldn't move. You couldn't speak. Too terrified and heartbroken of the man that had once mattered to you the most. The one you'd have willingly sacrificed your entire life for.

"Never look for me again. Don't call me. I don't want to see you." The rage in his eyes, the coldness, was a sharp contrast to the soft hazel orbs you had fallen in love with long ago.

*SNIKT* As fast as his claws had appeared, they were gone. You finally allowed yourself to breathe. It's short lived, because he's soon up in your face again, a disgusted sneer on his features.

"Now. Get out of my life." His breath smelled like tobacco and alcohol, all mixed together. He had been drinking himself to oblivion again. You let the tears fall. You didn't recognise the man in front of you. Your husband.

"GET OUT." He roared in your face, making you wince.

He turned around and left you behind without sparing a single glance, in the empty parking lot of that dive bar in the middle of nowhere.

That was the last time he would see you in many, many years.

Logan woke up sweating and with his heart hammering in his chest. It had been so long since the last time he had dreamed about you. About that fateful night.

He grips the couch so tightly, he's going to tear the cloth. His hands were shaking as he felt the too familiar hole inside his chest reappear. He needed a drink. He had to drink. This never happened when he was drunk.

Stumbling over his own feet, he made his way towards the fridge, opening it with more violence than necessary. With his heart in his throat, his eyes searched manically until they set on a single can of beer.

That would have to do. For now.

He tried to calm his overwhelming thoughts with a single gulp, nearly drinking more than half of the can; focusing on Althea's snores from across the hall. Whatever distracted him long enough to avoid thinking about-

You.

Your soft smile. Your encouraging words. Your endless support through all his mishaps and hardships.

How gorgeous you had looked in that white dress when you walked down the aisle towards him. How great you had made him feel, like he was the luckiest man on the planet.

How he had completely fucked things up.

No matter how hard he tried to keep his memories of you at bay, his treacherous heart kept going back to you.

He wondered how you were doing. If you got that promotion you wanted.

Did you still kept your endless collection of air fresheners that drove him insane? Were you living in a better apartment than the one you had?

Did you remarry? Were you two actually divorced? He didn't remember signing anything at all. His teeth clenched at the thought of anybody else having you.

He shook his head.

What right did he had over you? After everything he had done, all the pain and trauma he pulled you through, what made him think he had any say on who you choose to spend your life with?

He wasn't the man he wished he was for you. The one that you deserved.

Yet...

He was here. He had been given a second chance to pull his head out of his ass and do the right thing. Out of all the better suited Wolverines there were out there, Wade picked him and turned him into a different man.

He was a completely different man from the one he was back then. The one torn with rage and grief. That monster, murderer, he was long gone, locked away, he would make sure of it.

He looked towards Wade's bedroom. He knew the sneaky bastard hid some of those dimension-travelling tablets somewhere in his bedroom. Knowing him, it would be probably the dirtiest and grossest corner where he would be sure Logan would never look.

He titled his head. A dangerous idea forming in his mind.

Could he?

Would he actually dare?

What if he just took a small peek. Just to make sure you were alright. You didn't have to see him. And he could return home with the knowledge that you were alright.

It was a terrible idea. A dangerous idea. But if the Wolverine was known for anything, it was for barreling into danger first and asking questions later.

He just needed to find the right moment.

[cryptidnamedhabit]

So since im kinda autistic about the new wolverine and deadpool movie im just gonna post some poolverine/deadclaws headcanons to help keep myself sane :]

Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers under the cut

Also Logan is autistic because I said so

Wade will drink whatever in his coffee in the morning, he doesn't care, meanwhile logan needs a ridiculous amount of things in his morning coffee for it to be drinkable to him

Logan is too much of a wuss puss to admit it though and just didn't drink coffee for a long time

Then, one day, out of the blue, Wade came home with two coffees, one for himself and one for logan (and a puppicino for mary puppins ofc)

Logan refused at first and only agreed to try it to get Wade to stop whining

Needless to say, he was genuinely surprised (and ever-so-slightly creeped out) that Wade knew what he liked in his coffee without telling him

"Apparently, oldie wolvie liked his coffee like that." Wade told him

Wade might've fallen first, but logan fell harder

He was HARD on the denial train

At first he didn't know why or what he was feeling whenever he was around Wade

Feeling jealous whenever Wade gives his attention to someone else? Just annoyed that the other person doesn't express the same "disgust" he has for Wade

Feeling mad when someone finally expresses their "disgust" towards deadpool? That's just because he wasn't that annoying that day and didn't deserve mean (but true) things said about him

Just woke up screaming from a nightmare and needs to hug Wade to feel grounded again because the time ripper killed him in his dreams? He just allows it because mary puppins wasn't quick enough to do it

The feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever Wade looks at him with nothing but adoration and love in his eyes? Probably just something off in the food he ate earlier that day

Feeling the urge to grab Wade by his face and kiss him while whispering sweet nothings until the universe explodes? Just an intrusive thought or two

It isn't until he's on some random walk with mary puppins that he finally realizes that he just might have a crush on deadpool

He pretty much goes through the seven stages of grief once he realizes

It became more difficult to shove his feelings down his throat whenever he was around Wade after that

It wasn't until another one of their "family game nights" that Negasonic pulled Logan aside to talk to him

"When will you two just make it official already?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "About you and Wade, that's what. You don't seriously think that nobody in this building can see you two clearly have a thing for each other, right?" "Still don't know what you're talking about" "What are you on right now?" "The autism spectrum."

Negasonic gave up trying to talk to Logan about Wade after that

After all of that was said and done, it wouldn’t be until one of Wade's random teasings that finally made Logan snap

"God peanut, you wanna kiss me sooo bad it makes you look stupid~"

That was it.

Logan closed the distance between himself and Wade, grabbed his face, and kissed him passionately before he pulled away

"Hhholy fucking hell peanut, how long were you saving that for?" "You've got no idea bub"

"Does this mean I can finally use the blowjob handles on your mask?"

Meanwhile Althea shouts "I CAN HEAR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CLEAR AS DAY!"

Anyway, I think I might make a part 2 to this post, but idk

[jamilynfx]

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (No, the fuck, I don't)

This is part 2 of this post 💖

Summary: Winter has come to New York and that means only two things: being cold and putting up with Wade's obsession with the movie Frozen.

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: sexual humor, mentions of oral sex, referenced drug use

Winter. 

A time for singing carols, decorating a Christmas tree and eating unhealthy amounts of gingerbread. For some, an ideal season for various, cold-oriented activities that include skiing, snowball fighting or drinking hot chocolate right after ice-skating on the overpriced ice-rinks in the city center. 

You hate it all passionately.

Well, maybe decorating a Christmas tree is somewhat enjoyable and worth looking forward to but other activities that require being outside during winter are a hard no for you. 

Which brings you to the problem you encounter every other time that the weather decides it’s high time to spawn tons of snow in the city, or, more accurately, a problem with Wade’s obsession over that godforsaken children’s movie.

“Do you wanna build a snooooowmaaan?! COME ON, LET’S GO AND PLAY.”

Logan growls for, what seems to be, the hundredth time in an hour. Al looks defeated and only Laura completely ignores Wade’s crazy bouncing and twirling in favor of cutting out a perfect circle out of the cookie dough.

“Shut the fuck up, bub. No one wants to build a snowman with you,” Logan grumbles lowly, getting the volume all the way up on the TV, since it’s difficult to hear anything through Wade’s singing. 

Laura makes a face. 

“Ouch, that was a bit harsh, even for you.” 

“Sorry if I’ve had enough of this performance that’s going on for two hours now!” he exclaims heatedly but without real irritation behind it. That’s his way of saying that Wade really got on his nerves and he’s almost reached his daily limit for Wade’s bullshit.

“It’s fine, Lo, don’t shout,” you say with love, cutting out your own shape in a dough, a crooked star with rough, uneven edges. Making cookies is something that you enjoy doing, mostly because it’s all done inside the house, not outside, where all hell breaks loose. “Why don’t you go by yourself, Wade?” 

He looks kinda cute with Elsa’s costume he’s thrown on his suit and a plastic tiara set atop a blond wig he’s stitched to his head but hearing the same song being performed over and over again starts to tug on your nerves, too, especially when you know Wade is completely serious in saying he wants to build a snowman.      

“Because it’s BOOOORING! I would ask Al, but, well, she can’t fucking see, can you imagine what the snowman would look like if I did that with her? A fucking carrot up his ass, that’s what would happen! And the only snow she likes ain’t the one outside, hot pups.”

Al, sitting beside Logan on the couch, sighs loudly and nudges Logan’s side with her elbow. 

“What’s on now?”

“Hot pups?” you question, raising your brows and smiling at Laura, who tries not to laugh.

“That’s new,” Logan comments on a nickname that Wade’s just made up, simultaneously switching between the channels. “A western, soap opera or reality…”

“Reality!” Both Al and Laura are unanimous on this one. Logan changes the channel to trash reality tv without any protest.

“Exactly, hot pups or baby girl, that’s basically the same thing. Anyway, I’m not asking Laura because she’s our guest and I for sure won’t ask peanut, don’t wanna end up with that claws up my ass today. Something else would be fine, tho.” Wade winks to Logan who only rolls his eyes, not once looking in Wade’s direction. “I was gonna ask you but you hate winter activities, besides that one time when you sucked my dick in the park after we went to a Jonas Brothers concert.”

You almost get a whiplash from the way your head turns to look at him, your cheeks immediately turning a deep shade of red. 

“Wade!”  

Althea looks visibly disgusted, Laura blinks a few times muttering damn under her breath and Logan stares at you with and you haven’t done that to me? look on his face. You stifle an urge to run to the bathroom and not come out for the rest of the evening, covering your face with your hands.

“Motherfucker, I wish I was deaf,” Al laments out loud with Wade’s sick laughter as her background before he starts do you wanna build a snowman all over again. 

“Someone has to go out and build that damn snowman with him, I can’t hear a fucking thing!” Logan shouts abuse, his patience running thin judging by the way his claws unsheathe in his left hand. 

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Laura suggests good-naturedly for you to only whine in surrender. That’s enough chaos for this evening.  

“No, I’ll go with him,” you sigh with exasperation and get up to go get dressed. “But you’re soooo going down on me after this, Wade!” 

As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, Wade squeaks excitedly, running to get his brand-new Frozen mittens, which he managed to yank out of a little girl’s hands while you were at the thrift store last week. 

“You got it, baby girl!” he exclaims and high-fives Laura on his way out, not waiting for you to catch up. You can only hear his do you wanna build a snowman while he hurries down the stairs of your compound.

Al, Laura and Logan all seem to breathe out in relief, focusing all their attention on the TV show that’s currently on. 

Even Mary doesn’t perk up from Logan’s lap and you can’t help but feel a little bit betrayed. 

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You have to admit, it’s not all that bad.

Wade does everything in his power to make it enjoyable for you, despite the low temperature and cold wind that blows in your face every other minute. There’s a lot of snow outside which makes for a really long snowman-building session, turning Wade into a literal five year old, but he still manages to make you laugh multiple times. You can’t really be cross with him when he’s having such a good time and, after your initial reluctance, you find yourself having a great time, too. 

The snowman turns out really cute and quite big, three sizable balls of snow each atop of the other, now standing guard in front of the entrance to your building. Somewhere between creating the top ball and sticking branches into the snowman’s sides to imitate arms, Laura comes down and says goodbye, reminding you both how late it is and that you should probably wrap the whole thing up. 

Now, you’re so cold it’s difficult to think straight. Your hands are shaking, teeth clattering and you’re sure that your lips have the color of a ripe plum. 

“We’ve made one hell of a snowman together, baby girl.” 

Your body trembles involuntarily but you smile happily, once again inspecting your work. 

“Yeah, we did.”

Wade hugs you closely and kisses your forehead, then your blue lips. 

“Come on, hot pups, let’s get you back to the warmth.”

Thank god you don’t have to go far. As soon as you’re back in the apartment, you ditch your shoes and outside clothes, which makes you feel even colder than when you were outside. It’s quiet inside, which means that Al is probably already asleep. Wade is somewhere behind you when you find Logan already in bed, Mary snuggled in between his legs, your old man reading a book. 

“All done? How was it?” he asks, setting the book aside and immediately raising the covers for you to join him. 

“COLD! Fuck!” 

You jump on the bed, choosing the quickest way to find yourself in Logan’s warm arms. Mary definitely doesn’t approve, getting her little ass up and pattering towards Wade, who has just entered the room. 

“Fuckin’ A, that’s what our snowman is, peanut,” he says, taking Mary up into his arms, kissing her and then setting her back on the bed to undress properly. Logan gives him a foul look.  

“She’s freezing, you idiot,” he grumbles at Wade, then smiles at you encouragingly. “Come ‘ere, bub,” Logan spurs you on, opening his arms for you and offering his chest to be your private pillow. You gladly accept, letting your body tremble and your teeth clatter as much as they want to while snuggling up in Logan’s embrace, your cold arms finding their way onto his back, your head falling into place half on his shoulder and half on his chest, allowing you to glue the front of your cold body to his heated one. He weaves his fingers into your hair while his other palm comes to rest on your waist, pulling you as close as it’s physically possible. 

Wade follows quickly behind to lock you in between them. When glorious heat starts radiating from both of them, enveloping you on both sides, you sigh contentedly, kissing up Logan’s chest, then finding the best slot for your cheek and straight up fawning on Logan.  

“I still want that head, asshole,” you mumble already half-asleep, feeling Wade’s hands roam over your legs and belly when he’s aligning himself with your back, covering your body with his and slowly heating you up from behind, making you melt against him. He throws his arm over your body to reach Logan, who growls warningly. 

“One day, I’m biting it off, you fucker.”

“Yeah, do it, it’s gonna grow back anyway, Wolvie,” Wade says mockingly, then trails the kisses behind your ear. “I’ll wake you up with it, snookums. Deal?” he asks, his low tone is making you shiver but this time it’s not out of cold. 

You smile dreamily, pressing your butt into his hips.

“Deal.”

[writerjuliannaf]

Wolverine Headcanons

after a VERY long hiatus from Tumblr… I’m happy to say that I’m officially back!!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Has a chunky pet squirrel named Bruce

He likes to eat Logan’s sandwiches, runs around the mansion and knows to stay indoors, and he has a black cowl/stripe shape on his face —which instantly reminded Logan of Batman, sparking his pet’s name

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Frequently visits a local diner and orders the same thing every time: waffles drenched in maple syrup, with a large plate of bacon on the side

The waitress who always serves him is a sweet, older, southern lady —either named Althea or Ida— and she knows his order by heart, often calling him “sugar” or “baby” in her thick accent

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Is secretly VERY clingy when he gets attached and loves to cuddle

When I tell you this man loves physical touch of any kind (I’m talking in a non-spicy way) HE REALLY loves it… cuddling, spooning, holding hands, having you sit in his lap while you both eat… it’s non stop with Logan (but I’m not complaining, lol)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ He also loves when his hair and beard are softly scratched

Logan may seem like a no-nonsense baddie… but at the end of the day, he is a huge softie, loving his hair, beard, and back scratched. Who doesn’t? But Logan… he craves it

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Loves texting his girl, and often sends her too many gifs and emojis

I think when Logan finds the girl of his dreams (NOT JEAN) he surprises everyone at the mansion when they see him texting and smirking at his phone. Gifs, emojis, encouraging quotes from Pinterest, you name it… and he’ll send it to her. Because it not only makes her smile… but man, it makes him smile too

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Collects either shot glasses or pins every time he travels, especially when he’s on missions

I like to think this started when Logan officially moved into the X-Mansion, sooooo many years ago. He finally had a place to stay and somewhere to store his new belongings that he’d eventually buy/collect. And at first, he probably saw a pin/shot glass with a funny quote on it and decided to swipe it. But then, on each mission, it just became a habit

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Enjoys the musical 7 Brides for 7 Brothers because it’s very nostalgic for Logan and reminds him of the traditional lifestyle in the 1800’s

So this is not really that surprising, since he was born in the 1800’s (In 1832, right?) and I believe the movie was just randomly playing on the tv one day, and he instantly fell in love. It warmed something inside him to see, once again, how his life in the frontiere looked —since he probably lived in a Canadian small town that resembled the town in the movie

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Loves when you wear his shirts

Wanna make Logan extremely happy? Wear something of his. His shirts, sweat pants, jackets. And OMG… his cowboy hats!! This man is FERAL and he just LOVES when his scent mixes with yours. You could even wear his SOCKS, and I can bet you, you’ll immediately see hearts in his eyes

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ REALLY loves when you read to him, especially before bed

Okay… this gives beauty and the beast vibes. And I’m telling you, every time I see that movie (one of my favorite Disney movies, btw) I just imagine Logan just adoringly gazing at you like the Beast looked at Belle as she read. And Logan WILL beg you to read to him (in a casual way though, cause he still has that gruff reputation to maintain) more so before bed. Maybe his mom, or even Victor, read to him when he was sick? Who knows… but just know, it soothes him

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Most definitely hums and sings in the shower

He has a great singing voice, but no one knows that except you. And when you’re chilling in his room while he showers, just be prepared for him to belt out some 80’s rock songs or even some old country tunes. He also likes a lot of songs from the 50’s too, which would definitely give him that bad boy, biker/greaser vibe

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Thank you for reading!! And if you have any requests, lemme know ♡

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[striveattemptfail]

knee deep in the couch seat and you're not eating me out | Logan Howlett/Wade Wilson, 1.8k, T

@poolvertober: Day 4 – Casual

Summary: Is it casual now? TW: Brief mentions of canon-typical body horror/violence and Logan's alcoholism but nothing descriptive. Rated because butts and Wade's vocabulary are involved lol. Read on Ao3

A/N: Title is a bastardization of Chappell Roan's Casual, because I obviously had to for today's prompt. (I am so sorry Ms. Roan /o\) Un-beta'd and I deeply apologize—I just wanted to get this posted before I chickened out again 😅🙏 Inspired by this fanart because I could not get it out of my head lmao.

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Logan has only been living with Wade, Althea, and Dogpool for a few months but there’s a few things he picks up on.

One: Never question what Althea does. Ever.

Two: Mary Puppins is a living vacuum and will put anything in her mouth given the chance.

Three: Wade can have really, really bad days.

If Logan sees Wade with the Deadpool mask on the moment he wakes up, he knows he’s in for at least five hours of the bitchiest man he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting. He doesn’t blame Wade in the slightest for having bad days (the fuck kind of hypocrite would that make him?) but it doesn’t mean he’s just gonna take it if Wade is being particularly annoying.

“Bub,” he says carefully, warningly, his voice low and gruff, “the only reason why I’m not skewering your skull is because I just finished mopping the floor. Get your fucking face off’a me.”

Wade’s got his face buried in his chest, nose tucked firmly in between the crevice of Logan’s pecs, his hands petting the skin there. He, predictably, shakes his head no.

Logan had spent the day cleaning the apartment, tossing away old garbage bags and tidying the random piles of stuff littered everywhere. Wade avoided him—as he usually did on bad days—leaving a room once Logan entered so neither of them would bother the other. Logan didn’t think twice about stripping off his shirt once he finished mopping the living room, already sweaty from half a day’s work. 

Of course, that’s when Wade decides to pop out of Al’s bedroom where he and Mary were hiding, immediately faceplanting into Logan’s chest as Logan’s dragging out the vacuum.

“Mmmno,” Wade hums, the sounds turning into one word. “Gotta recharge my battery. Your lovely mountains help with that.”

Logan growls, unsheathing his claws on his right hand. “Wade, I’m fucking serious.”

“Peanut, I’m fucking serious,” the moron parrots back, but there’s an edge to his voice that Logan recognizes is Wade being serious for once. Wade snuggles further into his chest, hands now kneading the flesh there, calloused fingertips occasionally brushing Logan’s nipples. “Just let me have this,” Wade sighs.

(Logan pointedly ignores the urge to preen at Wade’s easy affection and praise.)

He closes his eyes, slowly breathes through his nose, and counts to ten to stop himself from stabbing Wade through the temple.

Just because he can stab the dipshit doesn’t mean he should, he reasons. He just finished cleaning the floors and Althea would appreciate less blood stains on them, he reminds himself.

He rolls his eyes when Wade hums into his skin, mumbling nonsense that Logan doesn’t bother trying to parse out. Though he’s annoyed (very annoyed), Logan’s surprised that he doesn’t mind the contact as much as he thought he would. God knows when was the last time he had this kind of skinship with someone, how long it’s been since someone touched him without wanting to pick a fight.

Fuck. Logan must be getting soft from living here.

With a final hum and deep breath, Wade lifts his face from Logan’s chest to meet Logan’s eyes, chin now digging into Logan’s sternum. Despite the mask, Logan can tell that he’s smiling beneath the fabric.

“Thanks for the assist, honey badger!” Wade chirps. “I feel much better now.”

He grunts, rolling his eyes again. “Whatever. Now get the fuck off me.”

Wade pouts but relents, pulling away from Logan without a word.

Shit, Logan already misses his touch, what the fuck.

He doesn’t let it show on his face, jerking his head in a direction that’s vaguely out of the way of the vacuum’s direct path.

“Can I get back to vacuuming now, princess?” he taunts, but even he can hear that he doesn’t mean the insult.

“Excuse you!” Wade gasps dramatically, a hand lifting to clutch his chest. “The only princess here is my little Princess Puppins!”

At the sound of her name, the dog dutifully comes skittering into the living room with a bark. Logan sighs at the hair she’s already leaving everywhere.

(For a dog with almost no fur left, the little she does have scatters around the apartment, unending and always in places Logan thought he already cleaned.)

Wade picks up Mary and partially lifts his mask to immediately cover her face in kisses, cooing nonsense and praise. With the bottom half of his face exposed, she licks into his mouth (fuckin’ gross, but whatever), and Wade looks visibly more at ease than he did not even ten minutes ago.

Logan tugs the cable of the vacuum to move it out of the way, only turning it on once Wade and Mary are back inside the bedroom.

And if he turns his back to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, well, that’s no one’s business but his own.

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The mission went sideways faster than Wade could make an innuendo about it. There were casualties that didn’t need to happen, body parts Deadpool didn’t need to lose, places where Wolverine’s claws didn’t need to go. The official X-men (that is, the losers that lived at the X-Mansion) handled the PR shitstorm headed their direction while Wade whisked Logan and himself away from the pesky news cameras already on their heels.

The two of them came home to an empty apartment, and once Wade was dumped into the pull-out couch he and Logan shared, Logan took off. Wade probably shouldn’t have let him leave—knew all too well the kind of spiral one could fall into after a shitty mission like that—but he also knew better than to push Logan before the man was ready.

Besides, he had six fingers, half a leg, and a nose he needed to grow back.

Logan, the asshole, only shucked off his own uniform once they arrived home and didn’t help Wade change before he left, so Wade hobbles around like a ballerina unwilling to dance on two legs as he strips his suit. He manages to finally get an old shirt and a pair of black short-shorts on before he falls over, ass hitting the floor with a fuck! Blind Al arrives home when he does, Mary Puppins in tow after finishing her nighttime potty. Al’s only acknowledgement of Wade is her cursing out him and Logan for leaving her to tend to the damn dog she didn’t even ask for, but the lack of heat in her words tells Wade the truth.

“Love you too, Al!” he calls out.

“Go fuck yourself, you uncircumcised dickhead!” she barks back as she shuffles towards her room. “And don’t forget to have someone look after the dog next time!” She slams the door behind her.

Wade manages to get up and grab a spare mask that doesn’t have a hole around the nose, slipping it on as he tumbles back onto the pull-out. Even though Blind Al is blind and can’t bask in the glory that is a nose-less Wade Wilson, he still doesn’t want to see his own ugly mug in random reflections around the apartment. Mary tucks into her doggy bed at the corner of the room and falls asleep while Wade lies on his stomach and spends time on his phone, scrolling aimlessly through different apps as his body regenerates.

The fact that glueing himself to his phone means he can pick up the second Logan calls him is just a bonus.

But he doesn’t even have to worry about that because Wade’s only grown back four of his fingers and part of his shin when Logan surprisingly returns home. He is also surprisingly not as shitfaced as Wade thought he’d be. He’s still definitely drunk if the way he’s grumbling to himself and shuffling around is anything to go by, but he doesn’t smell like he went through an entire bar’s supply of liquor, and he doesn’t look near as bad as when Wade first brought him to the TVA.

“Welcome back, peanut!” he greets, and Logan only grunts in response. As Logan begins to change into his clothes for bed, he says, “I gotta say, I’m impre—”

But before Wade can finish his sentence, a now t-shirt and boxers-clad Logan faceplants into his ass.

Twisting to watch with wide, bewildered eyes, Wade goes still as stone as Logan’s hands cup his ass cheeks. He’s pretty sure Logan doesn’t need his heightened senses to hear Wade’s heart with the way it’s trying to beat out of his chest.

He’s drunk he’s drunk he’s drunk and his face is in my ass, what the flying fucking fuck is happening?! is all Wade can think.

Before he gets the chance to say anything, Logan grumbles, “Can ya fuckin’ relax, bub?” His words slur together like he can barely make his tongue move. “Yer fuckin’ stiff as a board ‘ere and I’m tryna use ya as a pillow right now.”

Wade forces himself to calm down—drunk or not, he doesn’t want to be known as a horrible pillow.

“Peanut,” he says carefully, “as ecstatic as I am that our relationship has suddenly escalated to rimming, why is your face buried in my ass while I have clothes on?”

It takes a moment for Logan to answer, but eventually he murmurs, “M’rechargin’ my fuckin’ battery, bub.”

Oh, fuck him, Wade thinks, his traitor of a heart fluttering at this hot mess of a man. How dare he throw Wade’s own words back at him like this? That is ridiculously unfair.

Wade’s still stewing when Logan lifts his head to glare at him. “Ya got a problem?” he asks with a frown, the clearest he’s sounded since coming home.

Wade immediately shakes his head. He may be ticked that karma’s working herself beautifully right now, but he’s not about to waste the opportunity of having The Wolverine using his ass like a pillow.

“Absolutely not!” he reassures Logan with a grin, desperately hoping he doesn’t sound like he’s about to flip his shit. “But I was hoping we’d be naked when we finally hit third base.”

He has to joke about it, he has to. Or else his own stupid feelings will choke him to a death that would be more merciful than whatever the hell this is.

“Nah,” Logans says around a yawn, head falling back down to Wade’s ass. “Just want’cha like this.” Wade tries and fails to steady his rapidly beating heart when Logan moves to wrap his arms around his waist.

At the silence that follows, he thinks Logan passes out on him, but just as he turns around to focus on his phone again, Wade hears him.

“Just...” Logan whispers, voice unguarded and overwhelmingly soft, “just wanna hold ya fer'once...”

Wade swallows the lump in his throat. He doesn’t have the freaky super-hearing Logan possesses but he’s pretty sure he hears that.

He’s drunk, he’s drunk, he’s drunk, he reminds himself, it doesn’t mean anything.

He turns back to his phone, hoping that Logan is actually asleep, which means he can’t see the blush covering Wade’s entire face.

[slashyrogue]

It takes a ridiculously long time for Wade to realize he's pregnant.

Like, super fucking ridiculously.

Truth be told, he didn't know that getting pregnant was in the cards for him but when he did it was so anticlimactic that really understanding the gravity of the situation seemed like an afterthought.

Rewind a bit.

He should've known that getting kidnapped by the government would result in more than just waking up sore when Logan saved him only two days in but really he just wanted to be out of there.

The exhaustion - something that he rarely had with the regeneration and all that - made it easy to fall asleep on Wolvie's shoulder during the ride home but when he woke up all he did was want to be in Logan's pocket.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Wade just nuzzled his beard - which was just as fluffy as you'd think it was - and sighed. "Just wanna cuddle with my favorite kitty cat."

"Wade---"

"Pretty please?" he faked a cough, "I was tortured, Wolvie. Peanut, they cut things OUT I saw them."

Logan growled and the claws that had come out slid right back in. "Fine."

And so began Wade's "Week of Cuddles" which was AMAZING to say the least. Logan was NICE to him, and practically babied him better than anyone EVER had. It was like Christmas and Halloween AND his Birthday fucked and had a million babies.

100/10 would recommend.

The ice creams and chimichangas were never ending; the cuddles were abundant, and he even got to fall asleep on Logan's shoulder.

He secretly loved that one the best by the way but pretended he liked the ice cream the most.

The "Week of Cuddles" was followed by "The Week of Sleepovers" and he began "The Week of Chocolate" which was, in retrospect, a big mistake.

The minute Logan brought home the Choco-Tacos (after scouring for HOURS he found one lone store that had a back inventory that was....questionable) and he devoured it in seconds a new week began.

"The Week of Is Wade Dying Again?"

It was a terrible fucking week, mostly with vomiting but also horrible stomach pains, like something was clawing his insides and not in a fun way like the Honda Odyssey.

Logan kept telling him to "go to the damn doctor already" while increasingly seeming agitated and snarly which was cute because Wade pretended it meant he was worried about him.

He knew it was because he hated the smell of vomit with his kitty cat senses.

Obviously.

Althea finally called the X-Men because she was "sick of hearing him puke."

How did she know their number?

Apparently Colossus and here were friends or something he didn't know but when they showed up and Logan dragged him off he was toast.

And he puked twice more on the ride.

Beast then gave him the news.

"Wade, I....it seems you're pregnant."

Wade started to laugh, falling back on the hospital bed, and when no one joined him he was given the results.

Those government fuckers had somehow knocked him up.

How?

Well, it seemed that his body could adapt to anything, even a reproductive system that he shouldn't have.

Logan made Beast take the tests again, and even try to pinpoint who's kid they put inside him.

And....ding ding.

"Logan, I...." Beast said, his voice shaking, "I do believe it's yours."

Wade started laughing then, unable to stop, and Logan left the room.

What a fucking joke.

He grinned at Beast as tears filled his eyes. "Isn't anyone going to throw me a baby shower? I'm sure I'm gonna need some mittens to handle this one, am I right?"

No one laughed.

And Wade got up, still wearing just his heart shaped boxers, and went to put on his suit.

"You....Wade, you have options."

He paused, holding his suit in hand, and put a hand to his belly.

Did he?

It was goddamn selfish to see this through, he knew that, but the thought of NOT seeing it through made him immensely sad.

A once in a lifetime opportunity.

He was an incubator for potentially the next Marvel Jesus. "No," he said, shaking his head, "I don't." The team tried to talk him into staying but he didn't listen and walked outside to find Logan waiting on a motorcycle. "Did you bring that here for little ol' me, Peanut?"

Logan sighed. "Get on."

Wade did just that, holding him tight, and they took off toward fuck knew where.

All he knew was that he was carrying what might be his only offspring that was going to the most wanted mutant in the world once it was born.

Whatever government had done this would come back at the finish line.

But he had scary dog privilege who was currently driving him to his nest or whatever.

They might've thought it was a funny idea to see what would happen if they scrambled the offspring of two immortals and give them something to fight for.

Joke was on them.

There was no way that if there was a baby at the end of this mess that either of them wouldn't fight like hell.

Wade could hardly wait.

And hey, maybe this would turn out to be like one of those 90s sappy rom-coms where grumpy and the baby mama fell in love.

Ha.

Wouldn't that be something?

[tumbleweed-writes]

Scorned: Chibs Telford X Reader

Sheriff Jarry discovers her ex fling has moved on and is none too happy about it.

Don't know how far I'll go with this, but I have a couple of ideas if anyone is interested in more. It's pretty short thus far as it's just an idea I had.

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“We won’t be taking strolls down main street hand and hand, picking out furniture, and whatever other shite normal couples do.”

Chibs Telford said it himself during one of her attempts to shove him from her life. He had insisted he was not going to make up his mind for her.

For Althea Jarry her entire relationship with Chibs Telford had been one of push and pull. 

Jarry pulled from Chibs more often than not, always second guessing the choice to fall into bed with him; always frustrated that he closed himself off from her. 

He could not be what she wanted him to be. He could not be entirely open with her about the club, always so sure that anything he told her could be used against him. She had always felt as though she could not quite be satisfied with the pattern they’d fallen into.

The sex was great but the push and pull between them created an unhappy environment that at times had devolved into physical altercations and screaming matches.

They were toxic in the truest sense of the word.

In the end Chibs Telford had finally pulled from her for good.

She had known that he was not able to give her what she had wanted in the end. He had said it himself. He was a criminal and she was a cop. In the end he had told her that they should go back to those roles and not cross paths again. 

He had warned her not to get on the wrong side of the MC and it had been clear to Althea Jarry then that there was no love between Chibs Telford and herself.

The comment about not strolling down main street hand and hand rang through her head as Althea sat in her cruiser, her eyes landing on her ex and a pretty woman doing the very thing Chibs had insisted that he would never do.

She felt a distinct twinge of jealousy and hurt hit her all at once at the sight of them.

Chibs had insisted that they would never walk down main street picking out furniture but it seemed that he was doing that very activity with the young woman he was holding so close to him as they paused in front of a shop peering through a window seemingly locked in conversation.

It seemed that Chibs Telford was not incapable of engaging in such a domestic activity; it seemed as though he had just been unwilling to engage in that activity with Jarry.

Jarry could admit that after Jax Teller’s death she had taken a sabbatical. She had needed to step away from Charming for a while.

She had not anticipated coming back to discover that the man she had regretted getting away had moved on. 

She had not had long to gaze upon the happy couple when a call had come in through her radio forcing her to pull from main street and from the hurt blossoming in her chest.

She did not entirely seek out her ex fling’s newest partner, not on purpose.

She had spotted the young woman a week later at the retail space down the street from Scoops and Sweets, the former ice cream shop that had been operating as SAMCRO’s clubhouse.

The young woman was cute; Jarry hated to admit it. The soft little pink dress and the black cardigan she was wearing screamed sweetness. She clearly favored vintage pieces. The red heart shaped sunglasses resting on top of her head only increased the cute factor she seemed to exude. She could probably be easily described as feminine and adorable. Jarry hated her in an instant.

It was irksome to realize Chibs had chosen some cute little quirky thing to romance so openly and proudly.

Jarry watched as the young woman exited her car heading up to a retail space carrying groceries in her arms. Jarry had known it was not entirely a sensible act but she had found herself approaching the young woman a little nagging voice in the back of her head insisting that she had to know what this woman had that Jarry herself had lacked. Just what had Chibs Telford seen in this young woman to change his mind about being so domestic?

The words had left Jarry’s lips before she could stop them. “You’re new in town?”

Y/N gazed up at her apparent conversation partner, her brow furrowing a bit thrown off by the random comment. “I am.”

“Sheriff Jarry, I like to introduce myself to all of our residents.” Jarry remarked the lie sliding from her lips causing Y/N’s brow to furrow all the more.

She pushed back any alarm bells going off telling her that this was an odd interaction especially given what she knew about her boyfriend. “Y/N.”

“This is your storefront?” Jarry asked peering up at the antique shop a frown crossing her features at the realization that Chibs had apparently picked a young woman with such a normal career. 

“It is. It was a steal, a retail space with living quarters upstairs. You don’t find rent that cheap in the big city.” Y/N responded attempting to keep polite though this entire interaction gave her the oddest sense that this was no innocent introduction.

“I imagine it was cheap rent…given the types that take up right down the street from you. I’m assuming you’ve met our local motorcycle club.” Jarry remarked unable to stop herself from prodding and poking the bear.

Y/N raised a brow at the comment quickly realizing that this sheriff most likely was well aware of SAMCRO’s tendency to be a little less than law abiding. “I am familiar.”

“Just how much do you know about them?” Jarry remarked poking all the more unable to stop herself.

She had to hope that perhaps this young woman was unaware of Chibs’ past and perhaps revealing the truth would push her away.

Y/N cleared her throat already having received instruction on how to respond to this type of question. “They’re just a group of motorcycle enthusiasts. Pretty sure they’re running some kind of adult entertainment production studio.”

“You’re comfortable dating someone who’s involved in such a seedy business?” Jarry dared to ask the question, making alarm bells ring off in the back of Y/N’s head.

Jarry spoke again trying to smooth over any alarm her comment may have caused. “I tend to know what’s happening in my town. People talk.”

“I tend to not pay attention to local gossips. No offense, sheriff, but I don’t feel that my romantic life is really anyone's business, especially not yours.” Y/N remarked her words sharp the need to be polite dropping from her tone.

Jarry held her hands up spotting the defenses that Y/N was pulling up. “I just thought I’d warn you, woman to woman. Chibs and I have history, he’s dangerous.”

Y/N scoffed at the comment, her stomach turning at the remark and the smug look on Jarry’s features at the declaration of this history between Chibs and her. “I don’t need your warnings. I think I know Filip well enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

And with that she turned making her way upstairs leaving a fuming Sheriff Jarry in her dust.

Y/N slammed her door behind her, her mind going a mile a second. She was uncertain of what to make of that interaction but she didn’t like it.

She frowned, reaching into her purse dialing a familiar number, her stomach in knots, the words leaving her barely giving him time to say hello. “What do you know about a Sheriff Jarry?”

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Chibs knew he was taking a risk but he pulled his bike in front of the local police department anyhow.

His blood was boiling as he stared up at the familiar building. How many times had he been carted into the very same building in handcuffs?

He felt his blood boil all the more as he spotted her police cruiser pull into its usual spot.

He had never paid her a visit in the police department of course. They had always met at a parking garage out at the edge of town or at her place.

He was angry enough to want to approach her here though even if it carried a certain risk.

Chibs Telford had assumed he’d washed his hands of Sheriff Althea Jarry.

He knew they had not been good for one another. In the end they had been using each other. He had been using her to develop a relationship between the MC and a cop who was willing to look the other direction. The sex had just been a bonus. She had most likely had hopes that he might feed her information that she could use to her gain one day. There had been zero trust between them. 

She had always pushed him away only to yank him back insisting that she wanted him. She gave him whiplash with all the pushing and pulling.

He had been the one to break it off in the end. 

He had faced reality. Reality said that she was a cop and he was a criminal. They needed to face the truth sooner than later.

He could not deal with the dramatics from her nor the constant back and forth on if she wanted him or not.

He had to admit that in the end he was exhausted by the back and forth. He had realized that taking the president's patch meant that he had no time for the stress nor the misery that Jarry brought him.

When Y/N had called him announcing that the sheriff had proudly spouted off something about the history between them, Chibs had been irritated.

He couldn’t help but to fear that Jarry was attempting to sabotage the one sense of peace Chibs Telford had discovered in the chaos that had followed Jax Teller’s demise and Chibs' place as the President of SAMCRO.

Y/N had come into his life via Venus Van Dam. Tig’s ol lady had become fond of Y/N the young woman taking up shop down the street from the old Scoops and Sweets storefront.

When Chibs had been looking for the perfect gift for his daughter’s birthday Venus had suggested Y/N’s shop.

Y/N had helped Chibs pick the perfect bracelet for his Kerrianne and an odd friendship of sorts had blossomed.

He’d found himself wandering into her little shop more often than not, not quite working up the nerve to ask her on a proper date, sure that asking her in her place of work would be inappropriate.

It wasn’t until Venus had invited Y/N to a Friday night party that the Sons still did their best to put on even in their smaller clubhouse space, that Chibs had finally worked up the nerve to make a move.

Much to his relief Y/N had accepted the offer of a date and a romantic relationship had developed.

For the first time in so long Chibs Telford felt at peace. 

The realization that a past fling was attempting to interrupt that peace made Chibs so enraged he could not see straight.

He slammed his hand against the glass pane of her police cruiser glaring down at her though he could not see her through the tinted windows.

Jarry felt a cold chill run down her spine she daring to open the driver's door, her voice tight. “Chibs.”

“What the hell do ye think yer doin?” Chibs spat out a dangerous edge clear in his voice.

“Going to work.” Jarry remarked deciding that playing dumb was the best route to take.

Chibs scoffed at the comment, his voice tight. “Ye stay the hell away from my ol lady.”

“Ol lady, how romantic.” Jarry remarked the words holding a sense of snark.

Chibs glared down at her his words still holding that dangerous edge. “Ye remember what I said bout cops who get on the wrong side of SAMCRO. Same shite goes fer anyone who gets on the wrong side of my ol lady. Trus me don’t try to come between me and someone I love, shite won’t end pretty fer ye.”

“What’s so special about her? You're a criminal, remember? You don’t walk down main street looking at furniture.” Jarry dared to ask her stomach turning at the obvious threat.

Chibs shook his head, his words harsh. “I do with her. I love her, that’s what is so special bout her. She knows jus what I am.”

He spoke again, his voice picking up that dangerous edge again. “Ye try to come between me and er again, I’ll remind ye of just what happens to cops who get on the wrong side of SAMCRO.”

Jarry felt a chill run down her spine as she watched Chibs Telford turn and walk away.

A voice in the back of her head told her to leave it be, but a stubborn voice spoke much louder bitter over the fact that Chibs Telford had been willing to give this young woman everything he had denied Jarry.

Jarry tensed her jaw knowing that she was playing with fire, but she could not let it go. 

Chibs Telford had broken her heart and now he was giving some other woman all the things he had told Jarry he could not give her.

Though a voice in the back of her head told her that getting on the wrong side of Chibs Telford was a dangerous game, Jarry could not help but to feel like a woman scorned.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

[pixieprixess]

"no,"

"but you'll enjoy it, luv,"

"again, no, gaz," althea didn't look at her husband as her back was turned to him. "you know i'm terrified of heights."

gaz was trying to convince his wife to get on the rollercoaster with him, and she flat out refusing to. gaz walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently.

"luv, i promise," gaz began softly against her neck. "i won't let anything happen to you."

althea glanced over her shoulder at gaz and kept a frown painted on her lips. "gaz, no," she said again. "i am absolutely terrified of heights and i refuse to get on it."

gaz pouted softly. "please, luv," he pleaded quietly against her ear, nipping her earlobe. "just once."

althea began feeling bad and sighed softly. "fine. just once." she bluntly stated to him. her long brown hair hitting his face with the breeze. "no more after that."

"yes, ma'am."

surprisingly, althea enjoyed the ride, despite clinging to gaz the whole time. her heart hammered in her chest and her stomach dropped more than once.

but it was fun with the person she absolutely adored and loved.

[weapon-xox]

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PART 2 OF LOHAN MEETING THE X-MEN (maybe Logan and Wade end up joining so that Mary puppins can love in a mansion like she deserves or they don't whatever you want 😍)

so this turned into a lot of magneto and i didnt mean for it to but it just happened 💀 ill apologize again for the pacing, its not my strong suit, but please enjoy! 💕

Part 2 of Logan meets the X-Men!

It's been months now since Logan and Wade first showed up to the X-Mansion.

Logan wasn't sure why they kept going. In all honesty, Magneto really had Logan stressed out, and he was finding himself angry at Charles for keeping him around. He'd have to remind himself that, maybe this timelines Logan knew about this "partnership", and maybe he was okay with the arrangement, but the worst Wolverine was not.

...Unless he could be convinced otherwise, and Wade was trying his absolute hardest to get Logan on board. Dragging him along on trips to the school that Wade never used to make before, unless dragged there by Colossus, and if Logan didn't know any better he'd think Wade was trying to get Magnetos approval.

Doesn't he know how he can hurt me? Logan would think to himself, and Wade would just look at him and smile excitedly, unknowingly, excited to even be near one of his... Heros? Is that what Erik was to him? It left a sour taste in Logans mouth.

At some point during their visits, Logan couldn't exactly remember when it happened, they'd started joining the X-Men on missions. Just small ones, no giant robots or evil masterminds, just regular superhero joe things like stopping a robbery, or helping little old ladies across the street.

Not actually, it's just what it felt like to Wade.

The Wolverine had to admit, aside from the missions he defenitely didn't want to be apart of, but went along for Wades sake and to keep an eye on him, it's been nice. Seeing the faces of his old friends, who he'd once considered family and still mostly, but it was hard for him to not feel disconnected from the whole thing. The pair would only see the X-Men at least once a week for these missions, or if there wasn't one then just for a visit, on Wades behalf.

It was disorienting. Logan had told the merc that, one night in bed, Wades nose tucked into the crevice of a perfectly hairy and smelly armpit while a leg was tangeled between two muscular and equally as furry ones.

"What is?" Wade muttered sheepishly, unwilling to pull his face away from the comforting heat and smell of Logans body.

"This whole X-Men thing, bub. I don't like it. Goin' to the school, goin' on childrens missions. Comin' back home and havin' to dread goin' back every goddamn week. Doin' a quick mission, then coming back home to... This," meaning domestication. Without missing a beat, lifting his head enough to look Logan in the eye, he said,

"Why don't we just move in?"

And so they did. It was hard on everyone. Charles was kind, offered them a room, or seperate rooms, but Wade insisted on sharing. Logan was thankful. Wade had also talked a lot about Althea to Charles and Magneto, one of two acting as if he hadn't been listening to Wades ramblings all along but actually, it had been Erik who suggested moving Al into the school. Even Charles looked shocked, and Wade actually broke down crying because "he DOES care!"

And although the initial idea of moving into the school was Wades idea, the move had been the hardest on him. Wade and change did not mix well, uprooting all of his things and his way of living because, lets be honest, moving into the school meant Wade would have to be on his best behavior. Change certain aspects of himself, and that had Wade in a spiral of angry outbursts, which turned into a full on mental breakdown. Then he'd be manic, happy to "move out of this shithole" and "give our sweet, darling daughter (Mary Puppins) the life she deserves. That mansion is hers and no one can tell her otherwise."

After all was said and done, Logan and his new found family moved into the mansion, it... Actually did feel a little better.

Everyone loved Mary Puppins. She was disgusting, and putrid, but the students adored her. Snuck her treats or parts of their meals under the table, took her outside to the nice big yard for her to play. Wade always had an hawks eye on her but otherwise, she was loved and taken care of.

The teachers and some of the older students liked to gather around Althea to listen to her talk. She had a lot of stories, most ending in cocaine, but she managed to change the narrative to be a little more school friendly. Even Magneto would hang around, arms crossed and leaned against a wall, silent but always listening. He took a liking to Al, and sometimes Logan would see him guiding her through the large, winding halls, Al on his arm in a sly attempt to cop a feel, but their conversations sounded pleasant enough.

Logan didn't sense any ill intention, so he never kicked up a fuss. It also helped that Logan had walked in on Magneto one time before one of his classes, standing in front of the danger room. His cape was scooped up and tangled inside of the silky warmth had been miss Mary herself. She looked blissed out, gnarly tongue hung over the side of her maw and drooling all over him, eyes closed, Magneto whispering to her sweetly. As soon as he'd seen Logan he cleared his throat, stopped his sweet nothings, but never put Mary down until class had begun.

Logan ended up joining him for the class. They fought a good battle, their team (the students) had all worked well together, and afterwards Logan had met up with Wade and shoved him into their bedroom with a low growl, pumped full of adrenaline, and that's when Logan decided he really needed to be an X-Man again.

More months went on. Logan and Magneto, as it turns out, work really fucking well together. Logan had always let his old team use his body as a weapon, free to throw him where they needed to be, to claw and destroy, because he knew they still respected him as a person. But when Erik had suggested it the first time, Logan had been angry.

I knew there was an ulterior motive. He'll take control and destroy me, hurt me, and that will be it.

But Wade, bloodied and panting from battle, urged Logan to just let him do it. That Erik had given them no reason to not trust him, and Logan trusted Wade most, so he reluctantly agreed.

And it became a thing. A really useful thing, actually, and after every battle Magneto and Logan would look at each other, chests heaving and something powerful glimmering in their eyes with understanding. Wade would have been jealous if he wasn't always on the receiving end of Logans "affections", his way of relaxing after a good fight, to come down from the high of a victory.

For genuinely probably the first time since Wade and Logan had come around, Wade leaned over the counter in the kitchen in a pair of Wolverine boxers and an oversized flannel (courtesy of his honey badger) while munching groggily on a piece of toast, Magneto spoke to him.

"Mister Wilson, I- Oh. Please, put some clothes on." Wade looked down at himself with a bare, arched brow, then back at Magneto who just shook his head.

"Anyway," he drawled slowly, eyes averted from Wades body. "I want to... Thank you, for bringing Logan back to us. For being here with him. Having not only one, but two, nearly immortal-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, tall, dark and intense. Don't you dare thank us for being your weapons, especially not Logan." Magneto shut his mouth, and Wade stood up straight, discarding his toast to the napkin he'd been using as a plate.

"He isn't your weapon. You better not even dare think of him that way, because no matter how much I want to climb inside of you," Erik made a disgusted face. "I won't hesistate to kill you for using him. We're here for him, not for me, not for you, or any of these losers.

"I know he needed this. To be an X-Man again, because it's what he knows. He's good at helping people, at killing, being a fucking animal. He deserves to have this, to let loose, and a team that loves him, but that's what this is- a team. Not 'let's throw Logan like a six point dart at our target and be done with him.' He feels a lot of guilt from his world that he just can't let go of. If you want to thank anyone, thank him, because it really was hell to get him here and I know it's taking a toll on that gorgeous head of his more and more everyday that he has to be around the people he feels he abandonded and got killed."

Wade left it at that with a sickingly sweet kiss to Eriks cheek, toast long forgotten on the counter as he left to find Logan, suddenly needing to hold his princess in his arms and tell him that everything would be alright.

Magneto stood in silence, stunned, took in every word Wade had said and flipped it over again and again in his brain, trying to make sense of it all, and when he finally did he nodded to himself with a new type of vigor.

He'd thank Logan, later. And Wade too, for real this time. Maybe he had been a tad insensitive, and if Logan noticed he hadn't said anything. Maybe Wade was just observant. But the Wolverine was just as much a team member as the rest of them, a part of their family, and Wade too. Not just weapons to use at their disposal just because they couldn't really die. If Erik wanted to gain their trust- Logans trust, to have him fully accept him as one of their own and understand his intentions were nothing but good, that he was trying so hard to be good, he'd just have to try harder.

And for Charles, Magneto was willing to do whatever it takes.

[mags0142]

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Hello my loves, I started working on a little bit of an Edmund fic. Although I am trying to develop something of my own the Narnia franchise is definitely a source material.

It’s an Edmund x Reader fic for now with a few original characters.

Tags : major character death (his siblings), smut, mentions of suicide (no further development on that though)

Please let me know what you think :) enjoy!

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Grief is a goodbye from love. It is the final gift we receive when we have wholeheartedly and honestly loved and were loved. It is the flag we wave around that screams “look at me, I was loved. I loved, I still love” and so we must carry our grief with pride and hold it high for it is proof of the sincere emotions we felt for one another which transcend life and death. We should cherish the grief and welcome it into our arms like we once welcomed our loved ones for it is their gift goodbye. And yet we run from it. We run from it until it finds us.

Edmund was currently running from it. Or rather towards it, seeing as he was trying to eliminate the source that caused it.

The men that had taken the lives of Edmunds most precious beings, his beloved siblings.

When Edmund heard of his sibling’s death he had long been aware of it. A wave of pain had overcome him. He had felt as if he had lost part of his soul and in a way he very much did. The boy who had burged into his chamber was carrying a message his heart had already received. Moreover he knew that their death was most unfair considering he was the only one deserving of being killed. they had been good people through and through their entire lives, they had been true to themselves and their morals.

Edmund couldn’t say the same for himself. He had betrayed them and risked their lives for his foolish desires. He was the only one deserving of being killed. He knew in his heart that he had betrayed them once again by not dying instead, by being spared of this terrible faith, by not being with them when they spoke their last words.

He felt himself a traitor of the highest degree.

His first thought had been to take his own life. To join his siblings and apologise to them. But he realised this would be the weak way out. If he wanted redemption he would have to suffer for it. He could only redeem himself and avenge the people closest to his heart if he lived through the pain.

And if he killed whoever took their lives. His siblings had been noble people, they rarely resorted to killing, even in times of war. Edmund wasn’t as pure. His soul would be tarnished anyway, there was no need to hold back now, not when his heart was aching and his lungs were burning and the image of their tortured faces haunted his thoughts.

He walked through the now empty castle. It was as if all life had left it, for Edmund it did. The kingdom was relieved in a way because they had still one monarch left. They had lost their compassionate and loyal queens and their brave king but they still had someone left, even if it was their least favourite one. Edmund had known that the popularity of his siblings surpassed his own by a landslide, but now was not the time to focus on his image amongst the people he ruled, not for him anyway. In a way he felt he had also betrayed his people by being the only one left, they didn’t deserve to lose their rulers the way they did. He knew taking over their responsibilities would be a difficult task but one he was willing to take on.

The king gathered his best swordsmen and ordered his smiths to forge the best weapons they possibly could.

“They’ll be long gone by the time we arrive, your Majesty, they most likely left right after .. after the .. the incident” Althea tried to suggest. Edmund turned to his advisor and studied his face. He had a look of worry in his eyes mixed with a hint of pity. Edmund frowned at the idea that Althea was pitying him. “Perhaps they have, but their elaborate scheme couldn’t have been orchestrated by a far, they must have had a base somewhere near the temple. If anything it should give us a clue to where they are headed next.”.

With that Edmund got up and moved towards the door “We leave at dawn, I suppose you’ll be joining us?” he turned slightly to Althea but only enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of his eye. “Of course your highness.” Althea replied softly, bowing to his King. “Good, thank you for your help Althea, I appreciate your support” Edmund replied quickly and left the room to disappear into his chamber.

It was late at night, he knew that he should be in bed right now but how could he ? How could he rest knowing his sibling's killer was still out there? How could he ever rest again knowing he had failed to protect the only people ever dear to him. Ever since the murder Edmund had been consumed by this disgusting, rotting guilt. It had infested him as soon as the life left their bodies and was now consuming every part of him. It ran through his veins and blackened his heart, draining it of love and replacing it with grief. It crawled up his body. Higher and higher until it reached his eyes and blurred his vision. He saw nothing but injustice and evil no matter where he looked. His own reflection disgusted him by far the most. How dare his cheeks be rosy with life and his chest beat with every breath of air he took.

He slowly undressed in the dim candle light and mindlessly put on his sleeping gown. He could have washed his face but there was no use in doing so for him. On one hand he was far too exhausted and occupied by other things to care for himself. On the other hand, probably unbeknownst to him, he refused to take care of himself as a form of punishment. He didn’t deserve to be taken care of, not even by himself when he hadn’t taken care of them. His physical appearance was to be as soiled as his soul. Everyone looking at him should know that he was a filthy traitor. He would run around dirty for the rest of his life if it meant repenting even a fraction of the sin he committed.

Through all his self inflicted pain and unavoidable grief he made an attempt to be rational and laid down in bed.

His sword, which used to belong to his older brother initially, and his armour were waiting by the foot of his bed, ready to be worn and used for revenge.

Edmund laid in his bed tossing and turning trying to shake off all these memories and thoughts of guilt. Even once he fell asleep he was moaning and twitching uneasily in his sleep.

Althea pressed his ear to the wall of his chamber that shared a wall with the King’s room. He listened intently to all the sounds Edmund made regardless if they were conscious or not. Secretly he hoped that Edmund would call out to him. Not as a King looking for his advisor while making rational decisions, but as a friend, perhaps a lover, looking for a shoulder to cry on, searching for a safe space to be vulnerable in. He was grateful to be so close to Edmund throughout all this time, but even with his held back discrete demeanour he could not deny that he was secretly lusting for the King. He had breached Edmund's privacy many times. Sneaking into his Chamber during bath time just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful porcelain skin, glistening in the water of the bath. He would relish in the sight of Edmunds dark hair clinging to his forehead and he counted the freckles on his lovely rosy cheeks.

Althea would take himself in hand and imagine those strong arms grabbing him and pushing him against the nearest wall. He imagined those plush lips hungrily devouring his and these hard abs to press against his slender frame. He would come thinking of deep brown eyes, pale skin, strong muscles and a large cock inside of him.

Afterwards he would feel soiled yet satisfied, he would retreat into his Chamber and go on as normal while Edmund was none the wiser.

A dirty part of him was glad they died. It made him the one closest to Edmund and gave him an opportunity to develop their relationship. He was aware that his desires were selfish but he wished so dearly that in his desperation and pain Edmund would turn to Althea in search of love. And Althea would give it to him willingly. He was ready to give up his body and soul for even the slightest touch of the King.

Edmund was aware of Althea's sexuality, in fact he was an active defender of Althea in front of everyone who thought to criticise who Althea chose to love. However he wasn't aware that Althea only really cared for one, Edmund himself. Edmund had never even suspected it, perhaps it was a lack of self-esteem or perhaps he thought their deep-rooted relationship was based on strictly platonic feelings. Either way the king never entertained the idea of being Althea’s object of desire.

Althea had no intention of correcting him. As much as Althea longed for his touch and craved his affection he would not dare risk their good bond. Even if it left him heartbroken he would rather moan into his pillow in the dead of night then potentially lose his king forever.

[annot8]

Top 20 RotE characters!

My final piece of ranking for this series!

There will be some spoilers in this!

20. Nettle

- If there’s one thing I love, it’s difficult women. Nettle is as harsh as her name suggests. I love young Nettle with her dream magic and how completely kind she is to Thick. And I love older Nettle, who doesn’t mind hurting Fitz’s feeling for Bee’s benefit. She is unforgiving and always strives to do what she thinks is best - even if she doesn’t always know what’s best.

19. Thymara

- Definitely my favourite Rain Wild character. She had my favourite POV in those books as well. I liked how her story paralleled Sintara’s, with her dragon features becoming more beautiful, getting her wings, and her determination to be her own woman. I didn’t love that she ended up with Tats and ended up having a kid with him, but again, it mirrored Sintara’s mating with Mercor.

18. Starling Birdsong

- are we seeing a theme? Starling is so great because she simply does not care if people like her personality. She’s beautiful, she’s talented, and she got her song. The way she destroyed Fitz in Golden Fool was a peak moment in this series. And something i love so much is that no matter how much Fitz complains about her or thinks she’s annoying, he can’t help but like her.

17. Chade Fallstar

- I hate him, I love him, he’s the worst, he’s the best. I’ve said this before - I have complicated feelings about Chade but regardless, they are strong feelings. Ngl, I misjudged his age and thought he was about 80 in the first book so when he made it to the last book?? Incredible. His death got me in a way that I really didn’t expect it to.

16. Dutiful Farseer

- My boy! He had some great development from the most fifteen year old boy ever, to a genuinely good king. I loved his dynamic with Fitz in Fool's Errand. It was really on sight with those two and it was entertaining the entire time. 

15. Selden Vestrit

- I saw someone say once that Selden felt like a random npc who managed to get a nat20 on charisma. He's great in Ship of Destiny, and fantastic in the Rain Wild Chronicles. His bond with Chassim was unexpected but so so lovely. 

14. Molly Chandler

- I understand why people don't like her. Her character gets in the way of Fitzloved. Soz guys, but I've seen too many female characters get hate because fans were rooting for a mlm ship. Don't get me wrong, its frustrating but Molly never inserts herself in Fitz's life. It the other way around. I think people don't like her less because of who she is and more because of what she represents. She's a simple life, and is the face of Fitz's delusion. But I love her. She's down to earth, she's rough around the edges, she's a simple gal who wants a simple life.

13. Etta

- Etta!!! From a Divvytown prostitute to Queen of the Pirate Isles??? Insane, incredible, showstopping. One thing that I absolutely love about her that I think is overlooked is that, despite how much Kennit was pushing for it and how much Wintrow was pining for her, it did not even cross her mind to get with this 15 year old boy. Kennit is all like 'teach the boys your… skills.' and she's like, ah yes, I will teach him how to use knives. Queen behaviour. 

12. Paragon

- Everyone's favourite murderous boat! His dynamic with Amber is great, and his friendship with Brashen is really underrated! He goes from being a grumpy old man to a bratty little boy in seconds (hmmm maybe the similarities between he and Fitz go past the face). He's unpredictable and he will kill again!

11. Althea Vestrit

- I fell in love with her immediately. She's rude to Kyle and then spends the next two weeks sleeping on the floor so she can be closer to Vivacia. She had my heart from the get go. Her ending will always leave a bitter taste in my mouth but none of it is her fault. She starts off a little immature and really grows into a woman worthy of captaining her own ship.

10. Wintrow Haven

- Ship of Magic!Wintrow has my entire heart. He frustrates me to no end with how he treats Vivacia but his arc is insane. He's generally an honourable guy. He frees the slaves and aids in the overthrowing of his father. He becomes a competent sailor and always shows Etta kindness. And despite his corruption by Kennit, he retains his moral compass and grows to be a good guy. I choose to ignore him in Ship of Destiny (just like Robin Hobb oops-) because I don't know who that man is :)

9. Malta Vestrit

- Without a doubt the best Liveships character. She has some of the best development I've ever seen. She's really the Amy March of Bingtown. She's self-centred, annoying, and that girlllllll. I love her so much. She's so clever and achieves so much.

8. Verity Farseer

- MY KING! treated Fitz like a human being which, in this book, is a step up from how most people treat him - especially when he's a boy. He's always a friendly face, even when he's so bogged down by defending the entirety of the Six Duchies with no thanks. He loved very honestly and had great respect for people who deserved it. And in the end, he made the ultimate sacrifice for his people for his folk. 

7. Bee Farseer

- She's just as much my daughter as she is Molly's, Fitz's, Nighteyes', and Beloved's. She won me over so quickly, and just when I thought I couldn't love her more, she started biting. I hope one day we see more of her!

6. LadyPatience

- You should have been mine???????? Such a fun, unapologetic character. She is so herself. I feel so seen by her constant, ever-changing hobbies and messy room. She and Lacey are the duo of the century.

5. Burrich

- When I read a book and I fancy a character, I tend to stay loyal to that character. I can love all of the characters, but I only love one. I took one look at Burrich and knew i'd found my man. His parenting skills were questionable at time, but he was doing what he thought was right. He gave up his life to raise Chivalry's son. He stepped up and took care of Molly with no expectations. He raised Nettle like she was his own. Just a solid, good man.

4. Nighteyes

- The best parent in this whole series. He's sarcastic, he's clever, and he's got such an entertaining dry sense of humour. He's a great influence on Fitz and he isn't afraid to call him out. The Wit is such a fantastic aspect of this series and the wit-bond that Fitz and Nighteyes share is so so beautiful. 

3. Kettricken

My Queen. I haven't felt this strongly about a character in a long time. Always a beacon of honour in a story of political intrigue, secrets, and betrayal. They really lucked out with this arranged marriage. Not a single person in this story deserved her. 

2. Beloved

- Fool, Amber, Lord Golden, Beloved. What a character. every facet of this character is so interesting and deep and beautiful. Amber was THE character in Liveships, the Fool was THE character in Farseer, Beloved with THE character in Tawny Man. THE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME.

Fitz

- You get it.

[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 1

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

With Larissa and Fern’s love life fizzling and their children acting out, the couple take on a new adventure to get their spark back.

Gosh guys!!! I’m so excited for this story! It’s good to have Larissa and Fern back!

The visit from Agent Thatcher has been weighing heavily on you for days. You were irrationally waiting for her to show up with some decree, forcing you and Larissa to take the job. 

Life was already hectic enough with two twelve year olds (one of which often chose to use their shapeshifting abilities more for troublemaking rather than good). Althea was enjoying periodic stays in the Jericho Middle School’s principal's office due to their ‘stick it to the man’ phase, and Violet was having her own personal battle with a lack of any outcast abilities whatsoever. There was far too much happening at home for you and Larissa to get up and leave to go traipsing around looking for danger. 

Domestic life was bliss with Larissa, but you knew the past few years had lacked the spark that once brought you together. Some time away would be good for the both of you, but you were convinced that time away from the kids was the worst decision either of you could make. 

Now you reclined back in your desk chair, attention drawn away from the grading of student presentations to Althea and Violet dropping their backpacks by your classroom door. 

You couldn’t help but notice how they were growing like weeds. They were as tall as you at age twelve and they would surpass you in no time at all- destined to be tall like their mother.

“We are going to the library.” Althea called out, eyes wandering to the recently hung up posters on poisonous plants clinging to the walls. Their attention finally fell on you, their common devilish smirk gracing their lips, “Mom stopped us and said you need to go to her office. I really hope you don’t get fired. That would make life awkward at home.”

“You and me both, kid.” At the mention of being needed in Larissa’s office, you stand from your chair, swiping your phone and keys from your desk on your way towards the classroom door. As you stride towards the twins, you point a finger at Althea, knowing they were behind all of the mischief the two got up to, “Stay out of the secret passageways. Your mother will pitch a fit if she finds out you are skulking in the walls of the school again.”

Althea turned to Violet as they turned to leave, their lip curling in confusion at your vocabulary, “Skulking?”

“Like creeping around, Al...” Violet retorted, offering a general definition to the troublemaker as the pair walked from the classroom. 

They were headed in the opposite direction of Larissa’s office, so you called after the children a final time, urging them to stay out of trouble, knowing full well it was nearly impossible for them. 

As the twins continued to grow up, you were delighted at getting to know their developing personalities. Althea was fearless and headstrong, while Violet was kind and empathetic. The pair always stuck together and it was always an indicator of trouble if you saw one without the other. The memory of Violet operating as a lookout while Althea searched Larissa’s desk for a key to the cabinet where cursed objects were kept came to mind. 

Up the grand staircase and down the hall you walked, knocking on Larissa’s office door twice before pushing it open. Your anxieties were realized when lo and behold, Agent Thatcher sat perched across from your wife. 

With wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you looked from the shapeshifter to the agent, mind racing at what the two could have spoken about in your absence. You remained silent, but your face said everything Larissa needed to know.

“Agent Thatcher has been telling me about an interesting outcast in Louisiana. A- Uhm, what was it called again?” Larissa was positioned upright in her chair, back ramrod straight. She was obviously uncomfortable with the agent’s presence 

“It goes by a few names, but we are deciding to go with rougarou. It’s a parasite that lives off normies, turning them into a werewolf-like creature for a few months and then it transfers to someone else.” As Agent Thatcher delved deeper into her description of the matter at hand, you took a seat on the edge of Larissa’s desk, folding your arms over your chest. The agent politely glanced between Larissa and you, dividing her attention equally as she spoke, “We have less of a problem with the parasite and more of a problem with a normie organization attempting to create more of this parasite in a lab. Inside informants say they are looking to turn this parasite into a one-a-day pill to turn normies into werewolves as they please... You can understand our concern with makeshift werewolves running around.”

“You seem to know plenty about this issue. Why would you possibly need us?” Larissa’s brows raised at the brunette, 

“A shapeshifter and a plant manipulator? You are the perfect people for the case. The company is big in plant based pseudo-science medicines. Ten greenhouses built into the swamps of Louisiana.” Reaching down into her briefcase, Thatcher pulled out a manilla envelope, handing it over to Larissa. The shapeshifter skeptical analyzed the packet in her hands before prying it open and allowing the contents to spill onto her desk. Brochures, maps, and company information graced the many pages of the documents Larissa and you began to leaf through. 

Agent Thatcher smiled as she glanced between Larissa and you, “They like doing tours too. Perfect for a couple out of Vermont to tour and sabotage the facilities, hm?”

“Don’t you have agents to do this?” You question, returning the photos of the greenhouses back to the pile, not wanting to seem too interested or invested in the case at hand. 

“None with your skill set. We know how you survived nightshade poisoning and how you both defeated the ancient curse. You are both more than capable.” Agent Thatcher focused on you for the later half of her thoughts, her eyes filled with an intensity that made you consider her words for once, “You should be dead, Dr. Rogers, but here you sit before me. Twelve years of no danger, no excitement... Don’t you miss it?”

The question made you pause. Your first year at Nevermore had been a nightmare, one near death experience followed by actually dying was more than you ever thought you wanted in the lifetime. But there was something enticing about Agent Thatcher’s offer. Perhaps there was something you missed about that danger?

Larissa must have seen you considering the question, so in an act of protective instinct, she ended the conversation, standing from her desk and offering the agent a polite smile, “I think our meeting time has run out, Agent Thatcher.”

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“Fern... I don’t- I don’t think this is best for us right now. Althea is in trouble every other day, and Violet with her lack of powers. Who would even stay with them?” Larissa’s voice cut through the darkness of your bedroom. She lay on her back, eyes staring up at the ceiling with her hands folded over her stomach. You had been facing away from her with your eyes shut, but your mind was far too preoccupied for you to actually have been asleep.

You hesitate in your answer, not wanting to upset Larissa. Turning over in bed, you observe Larissa through the darkness, frowning at how upset she seemed, “This just might be a new adventure for us. Don’t things feel...”

The shapeshifter finished your sentence, a lump forming in her throat, “Stagnant?” 

You take a deep breath, your response flowing out with your exhale, “Yeah...”

“Sometimes...” Larissa mumbled her response, her heart aching at the idea you both could be growing apart.

Quiet overtook the space between you once more. It almost felt suffocating. 

There was no explaining how your relationship had taken a backseat to your other roles in life. Between raising children and working at your careers, Larissa and you had become more of roommates than lovers. While you knew spontaneous sex and make out sessions may be rare given the addition of the twins, you hadn’t expected physical affection to be absent altogether. 

Rare were times you would lay together on the couch wrapped in one another’s embrace, date nights were a thing of the past, and occasional pecks on the cheek had become the quickest and easiest way to say, ‘I love you.’ The last time you had sex was nearly two months ago, you both needed to change and knew it to be true.

Larissa was the one to end the silence, her hand reaching out in search of yours. When she found your fingers, she laced hers with yours, giving your hand two squeezes, “Maybe we should go...”

Just down the hall, the twins had been sitting in silence in Violet’s bed scrolling through social media until Violet furrowed her brows, a feeling of boredom and sadness washed away by love and promise filled the young girl’s head. 

Since the girl’s twelfth birthday, she began having bouts of intense emotions, always being brought on by the emotions of others. Larissa and you had written it off as a large well of empathy within the child. Only if you would have known the true depth of the child’s growing abilities. 

Of course, Althea never doubted the seriousness of Violet’s abilities, and began to readily recognize the signs of when Violet was reading the emotions of others. Althea’s voice was quiet, not wishing to disturb their sister’s focus, “What do you feel, Vi?” 

Althea closed her eyes to focus on the energy radiating from her parent’s room, her heart swelling at the positive emotions emitted from within. “Less sadness... More hope. They are excited, but unsure about something.” 

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You checked your watch once more: 7:05am, you were already running late. Larissa was beginning to fuss over the twins, hugging Violet to her as she went over the rules once more for Ms. Sinclair, “No phones after 11pm, all the homework should be done before dinner, no-”

Enid began reciting the rules back to Larissa. She kept her tone light and airy, but the young werewolf was growing a tad annoyed by her former headmistress’s fretting, “No junk food before dinner, no trips to the principal, up and out of bed by 7:30. I got this Principal Weems. You have repeated them to me at least a dozen times, and left a printed copy on the dining table. We’ll be just fine.”

“Behave for Enid.” The shapeshifter squeezed Violet even tighter, making the young girl yelp at the bone crushing hug. Larissa’s eyes found Althea standing next to you, her tone firm, “And you, no impersonating others as a scheme to get out of work, school, or chores.”

“How about schemes to get out of-” 

Althea began a sarcastic question, only for you to cut them off while shaking your head, “No scheming. How about that?”

They only shrugged and folded their arms over their chest, seemingly unbothered, “Fair… No schemes.” 

“We love you both very much.” While Althea was hesitant at first, they sunk into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around them. You were pleading with them to behave, not wanting the endearing troublemaker to distract Larissa from having fun, “Please don’t stir any trouble. I don’t need your mother in a tizzy when we are over 1,500 miles away.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll keep Violet in line.” 

You ignored the small shapeshifter’s snarky comment, moving to wrench Violet out of Larissa’s grasp so you could hug her yourself. 

The next ten minutes was spent ushering Larissa to the car, wanting to get this road trip started as soon as possible. You were already 15 minutes past when you should have left, and you had a 15 hour drive to Kentucky ahead of you.

With a few more kisses blown to the twins, you finally had the weepy headmistress in the car. 

Larissa was wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief as you pulled out of the driveway. She sniffled twice and her sadness had visibly subsided, her emotions turning more bittersweet as she knew her time with you would be time well spent. 

She sighed and sunk deeper in the passenger seat, hands digging around in her purse for her cellphone. Mrs. Weems was a happy woman being a passenger princess. With one hand she played Candy Crush, and with the other, her fingers massaged the back of your neck.

Perhaps this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[thelov3lybookworm]

You Deserve Better (part four)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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As the training session with the females of the Skyward camp came to an end, Althea turned from speaking to the youngest of the females present, a fourteen year old, her friend Pari walked up to her and gave her a smile. Aptly named as the name meant an angel. And she was just that. An angel. Pari was Althea's age, and one of the first women to approach Althea as more than their trainer, as a friend.

"Are you done?" Pari asked as the teenager ran back to her friends.

"Yes. She was the last one to be evaluated today. Is there something you had to say?" Althea asked as she threw an arm around Pari's shoulders and walked with her to the water station. Before Althea filled a glass for herself, she asked her friend if she wanted some. She shook her head no, so Althea proceeded to down the glass and fill it once again.

"Lord Casteel was looking for you. He asked me to tell you it would be nice if you went to see him when you're free."

Althea raised her brows as she placed the glass back. "Are you sure about that? Because I don't really trust you when it comes to me and him. I hope you remember that you have lied about him calling for me several times." And she appreciated it, knowing where her friend was coming from. But she still got flustered when Casteel stared at her in confusion, wondering if he had called her as she realised Pari had set her up.

"I don't see you going back to your home when I lie about it. You both stay together even after you figure it out. I swear I'm not lying today. But even if I was, shouldn't you be happy? I'm just trying to get you two to actually do something about yourselves. You both look like lovesick puppies by the way you stare at each other when you think no one's looking. It would really give us relief when you act upon your feelings because then we wouldn't have to suffer through the tension between you."

"It would give Me relief if You finally acted upon your feelings for Atlas. I'm tired of the tension between you as well. What about that?" Althea muttered. Pari looked away sheepishly.

"It's different. I'm waiting for him to make the first move."

"Then why do you expect me to make the first move?"

"Because you've been in love for almost a year now. I've been in love with Atlas for only a couple of months."

"That is no excuse."

"I'm shy. Is that a good enough excuse?"

"No. I'm shy too. Why–"

"You shouldn't keep him waiting. Go." Pari gave Althea's shoulder a light shove to get her moving.

"Shut up." Althea grumbled before starting down the path to her house to get changed before she went to meet Casteel.

After she had decided to stay, Casteel had offered her the house right next to his. As nobody had lived there for quite some time, Casteel had rebuilt the house and given it to her. Of course, at first he said that she could live at his place, but she had declined.

She got into the shower and made quick work of washing herself as she didn't want to keep him waiting more than she had to. Wondering why he would call her –as she always did whenever he asked her to meet him– she walked the short distance to the house next to her before knocking. Not even a moment after, Casteel opened the door, grinning down at her.

She raised her brows, even as a flush climbed up her neck just by having that beautiful smile directed at her. "Were you standing right next to the door, Cas?" He'd told her multiple times that he loved it when she called him that.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe?" Althea shook her head, walking past him towards the living area when he continued. "Mother knows the what the men who showed up before you did are thinking of me."

Althea turned to look at him, horrified. "Did you really stand here waiting for me to show up?" When he said nothing, her cheeks started burning. "Cauldron boil me. You are…"

"Devilishly handsome? Wickedly clever?" He turned towards the kitchen. "Stunningly charismatic?"

"That wasn’t what I was going for," I told him. "More like ridiculous."

"Endearingly ridiculous," he corrected.

That's when she noticed he was wearing an apron and had flour on his hands and hair. "We're you cooking something? I can come back later if you want?"

"No no. That's the whole reason I called you. I decided to make a nice dinner for the two of us... I mean, I was making something for a difference, so I thought I'd make it for the both of us."

"That's nice. Do you need some help?"

"No I think. It's almost done. You can come in though."

She tried to stop herself from smiling at his fumbling and walked toward the kitchen. When he said that he'd made dinner for them both, she'd thought... she wasn't sure what she thought, but it definitely wasn't the table filled with food. There was atleast five dishes on the circular table. And all of them were her favourites.

"You– you made all this?"

"Um yes." He was grinning like an idiot. "I was just kneading the dough for bread but heard your footsteps coming near so I went and waited by the door." He said while walking back to the dough and finishing the last of his work.

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The two of them had moved to the living area after finishing up cleaning the kitchen. Casteel had brought out his wine and the two had somehow ended up sitting on the floor in front of the fire. The liquor had them so relaxed that from talking about the training they were giving the girls and others, they ended up on the topic of their love life. It had been bought up a couple of times before as well, but Althea never told him about her the incident which caused her to leave her home, and he never pushed it. He also seemed to be hiding something, and she pretended she didn't notice.

They were sitting in comfortable silence after Althea had bought up and incident with a human man after she left when he spoke up.

"Her name was Shea." Althea turned to look at him from where she was ataring at the fire. "I loved her dearly. I never thought I'd fall for anyone else ever. I also wondered if she was my mate. We hadn't ever taken it to more than make out sessions. She was my father's friends daughter. That's how we met. She and I wanted to get married.

"There was this rogue band of fae who were terrorising all the Illyrians. I was young and foolish. One day, I thought I could take them all by myself. I slipped out of the camp and flew to their camp, which was miles away, without telling anyone, and got captured. They treated me like shit. Like I was a thing, not a being. They made me do things that I never would have even thought about. They did things to me that I never thought would happen to me.

"My brother and Shea came to rescue me. While we were getting out, two of their cronies were waiting for us. I was mostly unconscious and drained, but I was conscious enough to realise that Malik, my brother, had been captured and Shea had bargained away mine and Malik's lives so that she could escape. In a sudden burst of energy, I somehow killed the two guards and Shea.

"After I left their bodies behind and stumbled away, I found myself near a river. But I was too tired, and fell unconscious and tumbled straight in the water. Later when I woke up, Kieran had already found me and brought me home. I couldn't feel anything. It felt like I was a ghost. My brain wouldn't stop playing those incidents in my head over and over again. Kieran was always near me, or my mother, or my friends, and when I went into that dark space again, feeling like i was a thing, not a person, Kieran or anyone near me would just say my name, and it reminded me that I'm real. You see, only people that I love and trust call me Cas. When you call me Cas, it reminds me that I'm real."

"Cas," Althea whispered, blinking back tears.

"Don't," he pleaded softly. "Don't cry."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I want..." Mother, there was so much she wanted for him. She wanted him to never have experienced any of that, but she couldn't undo the past. "I want you to know that you are always Cas. You were never a thing, and you aren't one now. You are Casteel Hawkethrone Da'Neer. A son. A brother. A friend. You are a King in your own right. My King. And you will always be my everything, but never will you be a thing.”

He smiled at her before turning back to the fire. "I still am searching for my brother, and it is hard, but when you are near, it doesn't seem so bad." He paused for a long moment before continuing. "A decade ago, I found Penelaphe. She was..." Casteel turned to look at her, studying her face before he said the two words. "My mate." Althea felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in her chest, realising that he wasn't HER mate. "She died in a battle with those exact rogue fae because of a bolt in her chest. I couldn't save her, but the one year I was with her, they were one of the best year in my life. Just before she took her final breath, she told me to find someone. To not mourn her and to be happy. I never thought I'd find someone, but then..."

"Then?" She whispered. He shook his head, and filled his glass again, looking away from her. She scanned his face for some time before she decided to tell him her story as well, her embarrassment be damned. And as she began speaking, she realised that wanted him to know everything about her. All the things she was insecure of, all the things she'd fucked up, she knew he'd never judge her. If he really loved her like everyone and Pari said, then he would love her, flaws and all. And so she looked down into her glass and began speaking.

"After my father was killed, I decided that I would go back to my normal self before those spring court bastards had destroyed my life." Cas angled his body towards Thea and stared at her as she spoke. "For my parents and little sister, I would do it. It took me eight decades to let a male into my room again, and by then I was almost recovered. I'd always had a crush on the spymaster, since the moment i laid my eyes on him. He was Rhys's best friend, so I knew him pretty well. What I failed to realise was that he liked my cousin, Morrigan. Mor knew about my infatuation with him, and told me multiple times to confess, but I was a coward.

"One night when we were at a famous night club in Velaris, I thought he was looking at me with lust filled eyes, but he was looking at Mor. That night was the first time he and I were together. This continued for some time, and it became our little fling. I thought that because many times he was the one to seek me out, he probably liked me back. Six moths later, it was starfall and I was tired of the secrecy, so I asked him to take me somewhere private. When I asked him about his intentions, he said he never liked me back. He was only entertaining me because he didn't want me complaining to Rhys, and that it was never meant to be more. That was when I realised that he was probably staring at Mor and I misunderstood him because I was so drunk. Rhys knew about it and wanted to kill him, but I begged him not to. I was so embarrassed that I left. It has been eleven years, and I still hear Rhys telling me not to leave, but I can't go back. I don't want to deal with the guilt of hurting them and having a confrontation with my family, and maybe it makes me a coward, but can't go back. Not yet."

"That bastard." Casteel was fuming when she looked up. "I'd always respected the spymaster and thought he was amazing. But I just want to rip him apart with my bare hands now. How could he–"

"Cas. Its alright. I've moved on. It still hurts how he rejected me, but its alright. I just wanted you to know because I trust you, and I needed you to know. Also, if you ever see him, please don't kill him. We might have to find another spymaster, and that'd be a really tiring job." She tried to joke, but he didnt smile.

He stayed quiet. "I know how much it hurts, but don't let a male who couldn't see what a gem he had guide your actions. I respect your choice to leave, but your brother loves you, and did nothing wrong to be hurt like that. I'm not saying what you did was wrong, Thea, I'm saying that you should meet with him. He probably is dying to just have a glimpse of you. Ignoring something doesn’t make it less true, Althea."

"I know that Casteel, but I can't. I can't because what if I somehow end up hurting someone again? And I'm sorry for–"

"Thea, I know. I just told you about my past, and about how I still sometimes have those memories creep up on me. So I know all about how the past doesn't remain where it should. How it likes to pay visits when you're at your weakest. There is never a need to apologize, nor should you ever feel shame. Some things can’t be forgotten or forgiven. I just want you to think about it. You think that people will be angry, maybe you'd fuck things up, but just imagine, what if they don't care that you left, what if they're willing to forget it all and just want you to be back?"

Althea nodded. "I have thought about it that way. But I can't muster the courage to do that. Maybe one day, I'll go back. Hopefully not alone." She mutters the last part under her breath. But of course he heard it.

"Who would you want to go with?" He asked, a smirk curling his lips and those damn dimples making an appearance.

"Shut up." Althea mumbled before stumbling to her feet. "Its getting late. I'll leave." But before she could take a step, she fell on the couch with a grunt. Althea had stopped drinking after she left velaris because she knew she couldn't handle it. She glared at the bottle of wine. "That damned wine."

"Why are you blaming the poor wine for your clumsiness?"

"I'm not clumsy."

"Yes you are. I don't think there's even one day that you go without crashing into things or falling about."

"Whatever. But it really is because of the wine. I'm telling you."

"As you say, princess." Althea blushed so hard she wondered if it would even work if she prayed to the cauldron to not let him see it. She looked away from his golden eyes, staring at the ceiling, but made no move to stand again. A few moments later, Casteel spoke up again. "Would you want to marry the person you love? Because many people don't want to marry, no matter how much they love a person."

"Of course I want to marry someone I love. I'd always wanted to get married, even as a kid. I wanted to marry a fearless warrior who would come and take me away on his beautiful horse." She snorted. "If I know I love him and he loves me back, I obviously will marry you." When he didn't speak for a long moment, she tilted her head to the side to peer at him. He was grinning so hard, she wondered how his jaw hadn't unhinged. "What."

"What did you just say, princess?"

"I said, if I know I love him, and he loves me back, I would marry... shit." She rolled to her feet as fast as she could and started towards the door, not caring that the whole place was spinning and she couldn't see where she was stepping. This was EXACTLY why she had stopped drinking in the first place.

She felt an arm around her waist and she flailed about before finally going limp in his arms. "Do you love me, princess?" His breath fanned over the side of her face as he whisper in her ear. Deciding that acting like a bratty child would do her no good, she pushed his hand away and turned to face him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What if I do?"

"Then thank the cauldron because I love you too."

It took Althea a moment to process what he was saying, but when she did, she was speechless. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish, before deciding that it would be better if she stayed quiet.

He grinned and stepped forward, making her tilt her head back. Damned Illyrians and their heights. "So? May I?" He asked as he cupped her cheek and ran a thumb along her lower lip.

"Please." She rasped.

He closed his eyes, before opening them and tilting his head down. "Don't beg, Thea. You never have to beg." And then just before their lips touched, he whispered. "Please don't forget this."

And then he finally, FINALLY kissed her.

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It had been two months since that night when Althea and Casteel had finally confessed their feelings for each other. She still stayed at the house next to his, but he had asked her to move to his house. She had agreed, and she was finally done with packing her things.

Casteel was helping her move the things and when she had tried to help, he'd handed her snacks –that she loved but then had forgotten about, then found in the back of a cabinet– and sat her down on a stool, telling her to rest.

He walked in from the front door again, having discarded his shirt. Althea said nothing as she watched him work about the place. She watched as his muscles flexed in the sunlight filtering in from the window.

"If you keep staring at me like that, we'll be here all day." He said without turning around. "This took this long only because you couldn't keep your eyes and hands to yourself." He mock chided her as he turned to look at her.

She slowly trailed her eyes from the corded muscles of his abdomen and chest to his eyes. "It wouldn't happen if only you learned to keep your clothes on around me." She said nonchalantly, but before he could retort, a rolled piece of paper thudded on the table next to Althea. She picked it up. "It's Rhys. He says he's going to some party near the center of Prythian. All other High Lords will be there too. And he wants me to help him pick an outfit. I swear this guy can't live without me. What would he do if I didn't exist?"

Casteel shook his head, grinning, and took the box in his hand to his house. She realised that it was the last box and all the work was finished. She was alone again when she pulled a pen out of the nowhere and wrote back to Rhys.

My favourite shirt of yours and your favourite pants. They go well together.

She surveyed the paper before sending it back to him.

THANK YOU :)

Althea grinned and wrote back.

What would you do without me Rhysie. Take care and write to me when when you're back.

The paper vanished before a tiny piece of paper returned with the word okay on it.

She went on to check on Casteel, not knowing she would never receive that letter. At least, not for fifty years.

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As Althea finished up cleaning the kitchen and Casteel finished doing the dishes, they moved to the living room that was now filled with boxes. She suddenly froze midstep as panic filled her, someone else's as well as her own and Casteel jerked back so he wouldn't crash into her.

Rhys was trying to contact her.

She wondered if she should let him in, then put her walls down. She tentatively sent out a question.

Rhysie?

After a moment, she felt his the other minds that were all connected to Rhys's and a hopeful but panicked voice.

Thea? Oh thank the Mother. My love my sister. I just want you to know I love you. Even if I die, I'll be with you forever

What? Rhys tell me whats going on. Why are you saying such things? Are you back yet?

No. I'm so sorry sweetie. We're getting trapped here and I don't know for how long. Amarantha is somehow controlling our powers and please dont try to contact me. Stay where you are Thea and protect as many people as you can. Dont let anyone go out of the protective barrier.

Rhys can't you winnow back? Can I help you? I'll come there.

NO THEA. She has alreade taken most of my powers and I can't keep talking. Don't come hereand please stay safe with the guy you're seeing. All of you please stay safe. Please, I love you.

Then he was gone. She still felt the other's minds, but she tried to calm down before she said anything.

Hey? Thea? Where are you? Are you coming back? Cassian asked.

No. What happened? Is this about the party that he went to?

Yes. She was from Hybern. She is Clythia's sister, the one who was tortured by that human Jurian. Mor answered.

SHIT. Now what do we do? Can we not save him somehow?

He just ordered us to not try any stunts, girl. There is nothing we can do other than wait. Amren shut anymore questions Althea had with that.

Did... DID Rhys just say that you are with a guy? Azriel asked.

How in the world, out of all the things my brother said, are you hung up on that? Yes I'm with a guy. What are you gonna do about it?

Are you coming back Thea? Please, people need you here. Mor said before he could say anything.

No Mor, I can't. People might need me there, but they're protected by Rhys's power. The people here need me more than you all.

Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? You just don't want to come back because you embarrassed yourself like, a decade ago and can't let go of a stupid grudge.

Althea winced. Mor that is not the reason and you damn well know it.

You are a selfish bitch who only cares for–

DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE MOR. Cassian cut in. DO YOU THINK RHYS WILL BE OKAY WHEN HE LEARNS OF YOU FIGHTING HIS SISTER? HE SAID IT HIMSELF. HE WANTS HER TO STAY WHERE SHE IS. DON'T BLAME HER.

Thank you Cassian. Also, last thing Mor, even if I'm a selfish bitch, atleast I don't have to hide and lie about myself. Atleast I have someone who loves and accepts me for who I am. I might be a coward as well, but you are an even bigger coward.

Althea said before she cut the connection with all of them.

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Casteel stared at Althea, wondering why she had stopped so abruptly. Her eyes were distant, which meant she was talking to someone mentally. Then a flash of panic entered her eyes before her tears started flowing. She winced a few moments before she turned to him and fell to her knees, just staying there and looking like she had gone numb. All the while Casteel was trying to make sense of what might be going on.        

He got onto his knees as well and pulled Althea onto his lap. She buried her face in his chest and finally started sobbing. "What happened love?"        

She just continued sobbing for what felt like eternity to Casteel, because with every sob that wracked her body, his heart was breaking into pieces. He didn't know what had happened, and therefore didn't know how to best comfort her, so he just rubbed her back. Then he felt a shaky tap on his mental walls and he immediately let her in. He was flooded with voices, delivering the terrible news, telling her there was no way to help and saying horrible things to his beloved because of her decisions.        

"Oh Cauldron. I'm so sorry Thea. I'm so sorry. I wish I could help." He rocked her back and forth as she continued crying.        

"What– what if he– can't get out Cas?" She questioned between hiccups, staring up at him with tear filled eyes.         

"Don't worry love. He WILL get out one day. I'm sure of it." He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.        

They sat there the whole night, and even though Casteel just wanted for Althea to not be sad, he held her through the night and let her cry her heart out, whispering words of reassurance and hope. He knew how important it was to not suppress and bottle up one's emotions.        

When finally she stopped shaking, he realised she had tired herself out and fallen asleep. He gently picked her up, walked to his bedroom and placed her down before getting in as well. He pulled her into hospital chest and covered the both of them with his wings and slept. It didn't matter that it was already morning.

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The longest part so far and I really like how it came out. Reblogs and comments would really be appreciated.

Also, Pari is my only bestie's name and she's my angel 🥹.

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Young Love

(Very short Hogwarts Legacy fic I wrote last night in like an hour)

“Argh!”

Althea Moonlace winced as her boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow, cried out in pain. She stopped touching his burn, her hands covered in the clear ointment she was applying, and looked at his face.

A sheen of sweat was on the teenage boy’s forehead. It would be obvious to anyone that he was in a lot of pain. Althea bit her lip, trying to hold back a response she knew she shouldn’t say.

The two had been exploring ruins, trying to find a cure for a curse that was cast on Sebastian’s twin sister, Anne. He had gotten cocky, and led them straight to a den of giant spiders called Acromantulas. 

While they fought the spiders, Sebastian had burned himself using a favorite spell of his: the blasting curse, after Althea advised against it. So now, the two fifteen year olds were inside the Room of Requirement trying to treat their injuries.

“Can’t I just take a Wiggenweld Potion or something?” Sebastian asked, wiping his brow with his wrist.

Althea pushed back a few strands of her short pink hair with a huff and resisted the urge to strangle him, an urge she had to fight frequently when dealing with him.

“I’ve already told you that you shouldn’t have too many of them,” she said, her voice even and slow. “Like I said the other three times you have asked.”

“Oh Merlin, here we go again.”

Like most Hufflepuffs, Althea had an immense amount of patience. 

She didn’t say anything sarcastic when he was burned in the small space like she knew he would. She didn’t say anything when they got lost because of a wrong turn he swore led to a path.

Althea had managed to hold her tongue for three whole hours. Three hours of listening to his shameless flirting and bogus directions.

But her patience had worn out.

“Well maybe if you listened for once in your damn life, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

Sebastian rolled his brown eyes. “I had the situation under control.”

“How is this under control!?” Althea’s voice was shrill. “You almost died!”

“Almost.”

“I hate you.”