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đď¸đď¸ the lack of multi-chapter fanfiction is minorly giving me the urge to write a LONG ass fic.. only problem is, will the hyperfixation last long enough for me to even get far enough in the progress to Write It
we will seeâŚ
#mythoughts4thevoid#fanfiction writing#perhaps this is about charles xavier#im sorry but james mcavoy is so attractive LOL#pair that with the witty flirty nature of the character#there was never a chance for me#the lack of multi chapter fics for charles xavier is DEVASTATING#i must fix that.
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Old Man (Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Reader)
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Pairing:Â Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader
Word Count:Â 3615
Warnings:Â SMUT 18+ Minors DNI!, Sexual themes, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), p in v penetration (wrap it before you tap it), cum, swearing, use of "Baby" as a pet name, small alcohol mention, Older man/younger woman, Reader has female genitalia
Summary: After moving in to the mansion, you have developed quite the crush on the older, grumpy Wolverine. After he finds you walking the grounds one evening, what could happen if you face the fact that you've been flirting with each other for months?
A/N:Â I have always had such a crush on Hugh Jackman's Wolverine so Deadpool and Wolverine is like a dream come true
You were thankful that the other mutants had found you when they did. You had just lost your job, behind on your rent, and the most recent Tinder date had ghosted you. When a group of likeminded individuals came to you with a promise of a free place to stay, how could you say no?
Once you had arrived and decorated your room, Professor Xavier revealed the place wasn't quite free. With a mutation allowing you to manipulate food at will, he thought you may be able to help provide for all of the children and teenagers living at the mansion. Despite feeling a bit slighted, you were glad to have been given a purpose.
Over time, the mansion began to truly feel like home. You felt at peace in the kitchens, putting together meals for the other occupants. Many of the residents saw you as a maternal figure despite you not being much older than them, only being in your twenties. No matter your age, they tended to enjoy talking through problems with you over some tea and your famous chocolate chip cookies.
Something else that had grown over time at the mansion, alongside others fondness of you, was your own fondness for a particularly grumpy mutant. You couldn't explain it, as it didn't seem like you had much in common. You were generally a pretty bubbly, happy person, eager to speak with the children to help them out. The Wolverine was, well, not exactly described the same.
Nonetheless, he began to consume more of your thoughts. At first more of a schoolgirl crush, thinking about how you found him attractive. Of course you had thought about the fact that he was much older than yourself, but you didn't pay that much mind as you expected the little crush to go away over time. Instead, the crush became stronger and stronger until it was something you knew would not go away soon. Laying in your bed at night, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel Logan laying in bed next to you. Or perhaps, on top of you.
Using your powers to conjure ingredients for the student's lunch, you let your mind wander again as you worked. You imagined what it would be like to feel the Wolverine's hands on you, walking up behind you while you were cooking to place his hands on your hips. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he relaxed into you, making you giggle as his beard tickled your neck.
"Do we have any beer?" Came a voice, startling you from your daydream. What startled you most was the fact that it was his voice, as you spun around to face Logan, hoping your face was not as flushed as it felt.
"Give me just a minute," you said with a smile at him. "You know Charles doesn't like to keep any on hand since there are so many kids here," you said slyly, "but lucky for you my powers can extend to food and drink."
He sat down at the table nearby with a sigh. You tried not to notice the picturesque way he seemed to pose as he sat, legs spread and chest puffed out. Stop being such a creep!
"Why couldn't he have found you sooner?" Spoke Logan. The lazy smile on his face as he said those words made your face hot, hoping he didn't notice as you got to work on his request.
Handing him the drink, your fingertips brushed his. As you moved to let go, you felt him linger.
"Thanks, bub," he said, looking up into your eyes as he took the drink from your hand. You turned away quickly, resuming your work in hopes he didn't notice the way that his stare made you heat up.
Thankfully, Logan chose not to stay long. Once he left the room, you felt you could finally catch your breath and focus on the task at hand.
-
This was a pattern that the two of you fell into. Simple conversations never lasted long, but they always seemed to end with a linger. Oftentimes you would find yourself trying to sneak a glance at the man, only to meet his own eyes before shifting your own away quickly.
You tried not to look too far into those moments, after all, there's no way that Logan would be looking deeper himself. Surely it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was merely a symptom of the social cues he tended to ignore in favor of brashness. He never seemed rude during conversation with yourself, but it may be correlated. At least, that's what you decided to believe. Allowing yourself to believe the alternative, that he was purposefully flirting with you, could never end well. You were not going to open yourself up into that kind of disappointment.
Walking the grounds of the mansion, you took in the cool autumn air. After a busy day, you thought a walk in the moonlight would be the perfect thing before making your way to your bedroom. It was a futile attempt to clear your mind before trying to fall asleep, even though you knew despite your efforts your mind would still drift to Logan before you did so.
With a sigh, you took a seat down on a nearby bench. Looking up at the sky, you were grateful Charles did not allow much light pollution nearby, allowing you to admire the stars.
"The hell are you doing out here?" Came a gruff voice from behind you, making you jump. Even though the suddenness of the voice breaking the silence making you jump, you knew who it was immediately.
"I could ask you the same thing, Logan." You said, turning to find the man coming up on the bench. He rounded the corner, motioning to the empty seat next to you as if to ask permission to sit down. You nodded, and he did just so.
The two of you sat in silence, taking in your surroundings. At least, that's what you assumed he was doing. The only surrounding you could take in now was him. He smelled good, like smoke and a cologne you couldn't place. Your thigh brushed against his seated so close, and as soon as your leg touched his it felt as if it could have caught fire, spreading through your body quickly. The power he had over you was undeniable, and you pled that he wouldn't notice.
Looking over at him, you saw him looking into the distance. You took the moment to observe the way he looked under the moonlight. His hair looked soft, as if begging to have hands run through it. The stars reflected within his eyes, giving them a subtle sparkle. Your eyes trailed down the slope of his nose, down to his lips. You were sure that if you were to kiss him, his facial hair would tickle your cheeks in the most delectable way. You felt your breathing deepen.
Logan turned towards you, a look that you couldn't quite place in his eyes.
"What are we doing?" He asked.
You felt your heart clench, unsure if you should be confused or nervous.
"What do you mean?"
He chuckled, "you know what I mean. As if you weren't checking me out a few seconds ago." You turned away in embarrassment, feeling your face heat. He continued, "we've been dancing around it for months. I should have put a stop to it a long time ago."
You felt your body heat in embarrassment even more. Not only had he noticed how you felt, but just as you assumed he did not reciprocate those feelings.
"I-I'm sorry," you said softly. Afraid that if you rose your voice any louder, you he would hear the wobble in your tone. You didn't want to cry in front of him, especially now.
"I'm the one who should be sorry," he said with a sad chuckle. "It's not your fault. When I said I should have put a stop to it, I mean an old man like me shouldn't be flirting with a young thing like you."
So he was flirting, you thought. Even though he seems regretful now, at least you know you weren't looking into something that wasn't really happening.
"It's not like I wasn't flirting back," you said with a sigh. "If I wanted you to stop I would have told you."
You could feel his eyes flip to you quickly, as if he was surprised.
"What did you just say?"
"I-I would have stopped you?"
A smirk made its way slowly onto his face.
"You wanted me to flirt with you?"
Your face scrunched in confusion at his words. "Was I not obvious?" There is no way he didn't pick up on your feelings. "Did you not just comment on me checking you out literally minutes ago?"
His smirk only grew, "maybe I just thought you were naive. Good to know there's more to it."
"You were flirting with me, thinking I was just naive?" You questioned, a slight burst of confidence making you reflect on what he had said previously. "A young thing like me?" He faltered at your words.
"What do you-"
"You said so yourself," you purred, confidence clouding your judgement, allowing you to reach toward him to place a hand gently on his outer thigh. You were sure to note his sharp intake of breath as you did so, only emboldening you further. "You liked flirting with me didn't you, Old Man?"
He nearly groaned at your words, sending a rush through your body. his eyes, previously glued to your hand placement, flicked back up to your eyes. They didn't stay there, and you noticed his heavier breathing as his eyes began to flip between your eyes and your mouth. Not wanting to wait for him any longer, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. You were right, his beard did tickle.
You kissed Logan softly, moving your lips with his as soon as he got over his shock. The softness of your lips on his, paired with the near-innocent way you kissed him drove him crazy. Logan's arms made their way around you, pulling you towards him so that you were sat on his lap. His strength was already known to you, but the ease of his action still made you squeak. If he can move you this easily while kissing you, your mind ran wild with what else he could be capable of.
He deepened the kiss, leaving you just about breathless. Your excitement, and ego, only grew as you felt Logan's own excitement growing under your lap. Hands frenzied across his chest, grabbing his shirt while he continued to use his arms to press you close to him. You didn't even register you had begun moving your hips against him until he pulled back, his head rolling back with a groan that was purely sinful.
"You're a little minx, you know that?" He grumbled, but made no move to stop your motions.
"Logan," you whimpered, batting your eyelashes at him with wide doe-eyes. His last thread of self-restraint snapped inside of him as he heard his name fall from your mouth. He had already let himself go much further with you than he had planned, but now that he's heard how you sound saying his name he needed to hear it, again and again and again.
He rose from the bench quickly, grabbing your hand in his much larger one.
"Come on," he grumbled, pulling you along with him. He moved hastily, but you kept up easily. His pace only made your growing sense of arousal quicken as well.
Before you knew it, he was pushing open the door to his room. The room matched the man, and you noticed how it smelled like him too.
"Sit," he commanded motioning to the bed. You had never thought yourself one to obey a man so easily, but something about his tone made you do as he said. Logan made sure the door was locked behind you both before returning to you quickly, taking your lips in his own again. His tongue darted out, running across your bottom lip. A moan escaped you involuntarily, and he relished in the noise. To have you here with him, so needy, so willing, so young. Even though he knew he should have blocked himself off from you as soon as he heard you were only in your twenties, he couldn't deny the fact that it only turned you on now that he had you in this position.
He held your thigh with one hand, using the other to snake under your shirt to cup one of your breasts over your bra. You moaned again at his touch, only encouraging him further.
"Take it off."
You pulled away from him just far enough to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You then reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing both articles of clothing to the floor.
Logan smiled, eyes not leaving your breasts as he spoke.
"Well damn, I just meant the shirt but I'm not complaining."
The blush that rose to your face spread down to your chest as well. The way you flushed at his words was gorgeous to him. He never wanted this vision of you to stop. There was a part of Logan that was still convinced he may be dreaming.
Wasting no more time, he laid you down. His bed was much softer than you would have guessed. One hand made it's way to one of your breasts as his mouth made its way to the other. You moaned as he squeezed one breast, using his tongue to flick over your nipple on the other. The heat pooling between your legs was nearing a point of becoming uncomfortable. From the rigidity of Logan pants where they pressed against you, you could assume the same was true for him.
You reached down, palming him through his jeans. Already, you could tell his size would break you. It's not a thought you minded. He groaned at the contact, the vibrations making their way from his mouth to your nipple. Every part of you felt on fire, overheated as each touch of his sent you deeper into arousal.
You gasped at the sudden loss of contact, Logan pulling away to pull his own shirt off his head. You made no attempt to look away from him, taking in his built chest and abdomen. You wanted to put your mouth all over him.
"Like what you see?"
He pulled his jeans off before crawling back on top of you, one hand fingering each of your nipples as he attached his mouth back to your own. He captured every moan of yours into his mouth, as if devouring them would mean he could hear another.
Your hips has a mind of their own, craning upward towards the bulge in his boxers. As your clothed heat came in contact with him, he reciprocated with a growl, grinding down into you. Your mind spun at the increased contact, heat continuing to grow in your belly.
Logan pulled away from you again, making you whimper. His mouth trailed down your body, stopping at your breasts before continuing further. His fingers looped under your waistband, and he looked up at you as if asking for permission.
"Please, Logan," you whined with a wiggle of your hips. With your confirmation, he nearly tore the bottoms from your body trying to take them off so fast. Revealing your panties to him, he groaned as he saw the way that they were clearly soaked through. He loved the effect he was having on you.
The panties didn't stay on you long though, tore from you as well as you felt his warm mouth find your cunt. His tongue licked slowly from your hole up to your clit, nearly making you scream. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his tufts. The soft tug from your fingers make him moan into your pussy and you tucked that information away.
His speed increased, tongue flicking over your clit in sloppy circles. Your moans and whines only continued to spur him on, and you felt a finger prodding at your entrance. He pushed it in slowly, feeling your velvet walls clench around him.
If one finger feels this good, you thought, how the fuck am I going to take him?
He began to fuck you with his hand, adding a finger when you were ready and pushing slowly in and out of your soaking pussy. Combined with the movements of his tongue, you felt yourself reaching your peak quickly.
"Logan, I-" you whimpered.
"Come on baby," he said gruffly, only backing off your cunt long enough to get his words out before continuing his motions. "Cum for me baby. Show me how good you taste."
You moaned at his words, it being all you needed to push you over the edge. Your body shivered at the intensity of your orgasm, walls clenching around his fingers. Logan eagerly lapped up your juices as you came, only slowing down as your moans became breathier as you came down from your high.
" 'm gonna fuck you now baby," he growled. Despite having just orgasmed, his words sent a wave of tingles to your core. "That sound alright?"
You nodded, looking into his eyes as he made his way on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.
"Use your words."
He took his length into his hand, mesmerizing you with the way he lazily jerked it in his hand.
"Please," you whispered.
"What was that?"
"Please, Logan, fuck me!" You cried.
"That's it," he said cockily as he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance. "Damn you're fucking soaking wet for me, aren't you?"
You could only moan in response, his cockhead stretching your walls as he entered you. It hurt as he stretched you in the best way, feeling more full than you ever have before you had even felt him bottom out. When he finally did, he used every ounce of restraint to stop himself from moving too much as he allowed you to adjust to his size. Before too long, you began to squirm under him. Your hands roamed his body, from his abs to his chest to his arms. With the way you whimpered under him, he was glad for your motions as he wasn't sure he could stay still much longer.
He began pulling out, before pushing back in tantalizingly slow. You moaned wantonly at the movement, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. You wiggled your hips, trying to push closer to him.
"Logan," you whined as if begging. Looking into his eyes, you could see how dark they were with lust. His pace increased, only making you louder as you kept your eye contact with him.
"Fuck baby," he grunted. "Not to bad for an old man, huh?" The way you moaned in response, mouth open in an 'O' shape as your eyes stayed locked to his told him he was correct. Your hands clawed your way down his chest, your eyes falling shut in your pleasure.
"Look at me," he demanded. You did as told, your big, lidded eyes filled with want nearing him towards his orgasm. All you could do was whine, whimper and moan, no hopes of formulating any real response. It was as if you were drunk on the way he felt inside you, pushing in deep and hitting all the right places.
"Are you gonna cum again for me baby? Let me feel you clench around my cock?" All his words did was make you moan louder, as if that were even still possible. You had never felt this level of pleasure before, and you knew you were going to be addicted. One of his hands made its way to one of your nipples, pinching it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You felt your tummy flutter, clenching as you reached your second orgasm.
Your vision filled with stars, nearly screaming as you reached your peak again. Your walls clenched around Logan's cock, prolonging your orgasm as he continued to pound it in and out of your cunt.
You felt his thrusts begin to falter, grunting and growling as his movements became even harder and deeper than before. He suddenly pulled out, making you miss that feeling of fullness as he jerked himself off with his hand, spilling his cum onto your stomach and breasts.
As you both began to relax again, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way his seed looked across your body, your flushed face and the way your breasts moved as you huffed breathlessly.
"Take a picture," you joked, "it'll last longer."
"Can I?" He replied cockily, breathless himself as he cocked an eyebrow making you giggle.
After helping you clean yourself up, Logan laid down next to you with a deep huff, pulling the blanket over the both of you.
"We've got to start doing that more often," you whispered. His arm opened for you, letting you snuggle into his chest sleepily as he wrapped his arm around you. He placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
"Oh baby," he chuckled softly, "after all that, I don't think I ever want to stop."
You drifted off to sleep, feeling protected under Logan's grasp, happy you had decided to take that walk.
#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#logan x reader#deadpool 3#deadpool x reader#xmen x reader#older man younger woman#smut#x reader#female reader
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Nyctophobia
Noun: An extreme fear of the dark. Children or adults may have Nyctophobia if they are afraid to be left alone in darkness
Ch.1
Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!Mutant!Reader
Warnings: None as of yet, but we'll get there ;)
Word count: 9.2k
A/N: RIGHT FUCKERS ITS TIME. i don't think i've written a fic this long in goddamn years but here we are. DEFO ooc Logan and also timeline what timeline? Kitty is older than the rest of the students cuz i love her and i said so. reader's mutation is currently shadow-walking but that'll develop as we go on so slay boots. also I have no concept of word limits sooooo 9k chapter let's fucking go
How long had it been? Six months? A year? Two years? Honestly, you couldnât recall. It felt like it had been forever since olâ Charlie had sent you travelling the continent. Sure, it had been your idea to try and find mutants before they experience the most traumatic event of their lives, but you didnât think heâd send you, and certainly not immediately. Though you were glad he did, you didnât think Scott would make as good an impression as you could.
But, now you were back. Thank fuck. You could finally rest your weary legs and put down your heavy-as-shit bag. And at least now you could work on developing your mutation. Shadow walking. Or at least, it is now. You thought that was the extent of what you could do, just disappear and reappear whenever and wherever there happened to be a shadow cast on the ground. Or on a wall. Or anywhere really. But, Xavier had gently suggested that, perhaps, those shadows could be manipulated one way or another. You wished to fuck you knew how because your bag was all but cutting right through your shoulder.
Your boots crunched against the gravel as you took a deep breath, making your way inside. It was nice to notice nothing had changed. The lawn was still neatly mowed, brickwork hadnât aged a day. It smelt like comfort. It smelt like home. But before you could even knock on the door, at least being courteous enough not to slip through the shadows, the oak burst open and two unidentified arms had wrapped themselves around your neck in one of the most warming hugs youâd ever received, accompanied by a high pitch squeal.
You knew instantly who that would be. Brown hair spilled across her shoulders, smelling faintly of lavender. âHey Kitty,â you grinned, dropping your bag to return her tight embrace. It truly did feel like forever.
âIâm so happy to see you itâs been years! We thought you were never coming back! Scott thought youâd died and Charles wasnât telling us, Logan didnât think you even existed and that we were all lying, Jean thought youâd just got sick of this place and dipped, it was carnage!â She rambled, her deep brown eyes sparkling slightly. You had to take a minute to actually comprehend what the fuck she was saying before your lips split into a broad smile.
âWell, I can tell you that Iâm not dead, at least not yet, and I do very much exist and I am not sick of this place despite what Jean may think. Andâ wait whoâs Logan?â Your brain had only just caught up with the fact that Kit had mentioned a name completely unfamiliar to you. Just how long had you been gone?
âOh, right yeah. A new teacher,â Kitty kept one arm around your shoulder as she guided you back inside, stopping only when you realised your bag was still left discarded by the front door. âHe uh, sorta took your position as PE and combat professor⌠sorry.â She looked genuinely apologetic, whilst internally, you couldnât be more grateful. You always thought you werenât ever cut out to teach, and whilst you sometimes enjoyed it, you were always too worried about the kids being hurt.Â
âIâm hurt, a girlâs gone for a year or two and you replace her? What kind of school is this?â you cracked a smile, Kittyâs face morphing from remorse to relief. She really thought youâd be upset? You were touched. âAnyway, what time is it? Where is everyone? I thought classes stopped atââ You were cut off abruptly upon entering the lounge.
âWelcome back!â you covered your face at the chorus of voices, laughing behind your hands before clutching your heart dramatically.Â
âChrist! Youâve all just knocked five years off my life!â you grinned, faces both familiar and unfamiliar laughing and smiling just to see you.
âTheyâve been looking forward to this for days. Ever since rumour of your return started circulating, theyâve been pestering us nonstop for a date. Eventually, someone caved,â You didnât need to see Scottâs eyes in order to know he was giving Kitty a pointed look behind his glasses. You looked back to see her looking sheepish.
âYeah well⌠they can be really persuasive.â She shrugged, taking your bag off your shoulder and placing it out of the way. You sighed at the loss of weight, rolling your joint slightly.Â
âItâs good to see you,â Scott pulled you in for a brief hug, clapping your back once before pulling back, letting the rest of your friends and pupils make their way over. You were consumed by various arms of embraces, questions about your travels, introductions to new students, reminiscing with old students. It was quite possibly the best moment youâd had since you left. But a face caught your eye at the back of the crowd. A young girl, with the same dark brown hair you remember, only now a streak of brilliant white framed her face.
You made your way over, shuffling through the crowd, clasping hands and shoulders with people you knew before finally getting to her.
âHey you,â you smiled gently, remembering how timid and easy to scare she used to be. You were caught off guard completely by her sudden bright smile.Â
âHey.â
âHow longâve you been here? I didnât actually think youâd listen to me to be brutally honest with you, thought youâd just shrug it off and continue your own path,â you were relieved to see she had listened to what youâd said two years ago. Youâd urged her down this path, to find the school. Youâd already known Charles would take her, it was just a matter of her taking herself here.
âUh⌠about thatâŚâ youâd only seen a smile that sheepish on Kitty. You cocked a brow, head tilting to the side slightly before a hand on your shoulder caused you to whirl. But it was just Ororo. Clearly, your travels had affected you more than you originally thought.Â
But Storm wasnât looking at you, you could only see the back of her white hair as she frantically waved at someone through the crowd, beckoning them over.
âLogan!â
Ah, you guess that made sense now.
Whoever youâd expected to walk through the crowd, you threw that image out your mental window the moment you saw him.Â
Now you understood why he taught combat and PE⌠he was fucking ripped. White t-shirt leaving nothing to the imagination. The facial hair was an interesting choice, but you couldnât say it didnât suit him. He was very⌠rugged lumberjack looking.
You placed a hand on your hip, brows raised in intrigue as he made his way over. You donât think youâd ever seen a grumpier-looking man.Â
âLogan, this is Phantom,â your eyes slid to Ororo as she used your mutant name.Â
âAh, so you do exist,â his voice seemed a perfect match for the rest of him, just as rough and rugged as the worn jeans he was wearing. You nodded, mouth quirking into a small smirk.
âHeard there was some debate over that, glad I could put it to rest,â you outstretched your hand for him to shake, something you were surprised he actually did, calloused palm encasing your own.
âCan ya blame me?â He asked with a raised brow, dropping your hand after a beat too long. Clearly unaccustomed to civility, judging from his appearance.Â
âGuess not. Youâre also the son-of-a-bitch that stole my position, right?â You asked, wanting to be a lot more serious than you actually were being, but for some reason, you couldnât help grinning slightly.Â
âLanguage!â Storm elbowed you slightly. Guess youâd forgotten how to behave around the kids too.
Logan held his hands up in surrender. âIn my defense, I didnât think you existed,â though he also seemed serious, you thought you could detect something that could be perceived as humour in his hazel eyes. You couldnât keep up your poorly constructed façade anymore, waving your hand as if to physically clear the air between the two of you.
âIâm kidding, you can keep it. In all honesty, I was never really cut out for it.â You shrugged. âBesides, Iâmââ
âSheâs being super modest by the way, she rocked as that professor!â Kitty called from the other side of the room, somehow managing to listen to your conversation. You didnât know how, since the entire welcome party was still chatting way, but you cast her a withering look nonetheless.Â
âSo Iâve heard,â Loganâs eyes slid from Kitty back to you as you scoffed.
âThough, of course, it was purely hypothetical, since I didnât exist and all.â You teased, gesturing to your very much existing self. You silently triumphed over the fact you managed to drag a small smile out of him, realising that making this man pull any other expression other than irritation was something to be proud of.Â
You hadnât realised how completely caught up in the introduction youâd been before you noticed the girl still standing next to you, eyes flicking between you and Logan with a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.Â
âAnyway,â you continued pointedly, âyou were saying? So you didnât come to find this place?â your head tilted again slightly in confusion. âHow did you end up here?â
Rogue looked from you to Logan, whoâs eyes were still trained on you. You looked between them. âNope, still confused. How didâŚ?âÂ
âWell, after you found me, I did carry on my own path, which led me to some shady bar where Logan found me,â she explained quietly.
âMore you found me but sure.â He shrugged. You could tell there was some kind of bond between them, one you could recognise was only built through trauma. Youâd heard a little of what happened with Eric through Charlesâ telepathic link, but he always reassured you to continue what you were doing. But you often wondered what could have happened if youâd returned.Â
âSo, you brought her here?â You asked, trying to prompt the story forward. Honestly, you wanted to know how heâd succeeded where youâd failed. You could be incredibly persuasive when you wanted to be, but Rogue was stubborn on another level.Â
âMe? Nah, didnât know this place existed at that point.â
âSeems to be a common theme with you,â you couldnât help the subtle teasing grin spreading across your face, nor your laugh as he rolled his eyes skyward.
âNever gonna live that down, am I?â
âNot whilst Iâm still breathing,â you winked, before turning your attention back to Rogue and completely missing the way his features shuddered slightly. âSo howâd you get here if tall, dark, and broody over here didnât know about this?âÂ
âTall, dark, andâ what?â He asked, bewildered.
Ororo snorted in amusement, before stepping in. âThat would be us. Weâd been tracking another mutant, Sabretooth, and he just so happened to be tracking Logan, or so we thought at the time. We found Sabretooth, and these two at the same time. Brought them both back.âÂ
You nodded in understanding, now finally having got through the whole story. Well, maybe not the whole story, you knew there were details you definitely were missing, but at least you got the jist.
âI see. Glad it wasnât my lack of persuasive skills then. Though I guess a life or death situation isnât much better. Howâs your mutation coming along?â you asked, only now noticing the black, elbow-length gloves she was wearing. Ah.
âStill hard to control, but Iâm getting better at it!â She looked genuinely enthusiastic about her mutation, so much so that it almost brought a tear to your eye. When youâd met her two years ago, you didnât know if she even wanted help. Sheâd been so lost in her despair and self-loathing that you didnât think she had long left with the way her mental health was going. So to see her so happy, your throat closed up slightly.
âIâm glad, I really am. You deserve this, Rogue. All of this,â you gestured to the room around, to the friends sheâd made, to the haven sheâd found.
âOh, my nameâs Marie. Guess I didnât tell you before.â She shrugged, and you had to laugh to stop yourself from crying.Â
âMarie it is.â Her story touched your heart, and to see she managed to get her happy ending⌠fuck you were so close to crying. You had to change the subject before you broke down in front of these people. âOh hey, is my room still the same? Wouldnât mind freshening up a little, been a long journey.â Two birds with one stone. You could leave the situation and cry in your bathroom whilst taking a shower so you didnât smell like the wrong end of a skunk. Perfect!
âUhâŚâ Storm started.
âAbout thatâŚâ Kitty continued, coming over to stand alongside Storm. You looked between them, before shooting a glance to Logan who seemed to be showing absolutely no remorse.
âYour bedâs real comfy, bubâ he smirked, and you gaped.
âYouâre fucking kidding me?â
âLanguage!â both Ororo and Kitty said at the same time, and you winced.
âFuck, sorry. Shit! Argh!â you gave up, throwing your hands in the air. âIâm not letting any of you off the hook. This is betrayal at its finest! Giving him my position I can handle, but my damn room? Thatâs shocking behaviour from the both of you!â You pointed at them accusingly, shooting a glare to the man next to you who was doing nothing but lowly chuckling. You breathe out a sigh. You had the best room in the whole mansion. Or at least you did, before Muscles McGee stole it from you.
âDonât blame those twoâ Jean placed a calming hand on your shoulder. âwe didnât have another room made up when these two arrived. It was supposed to be temporary, butââ
âThe view was too nice to pass up on,â Logan interjected. You realised he probably thought it was his turn to tease you. You knew that view was nice, it was overlooking the entire grounds behind the school. And whilst you were going to sorely miss it, you werenât so heartless that youâd take it back from him. Besides, in a weird way, you felt like you owed him. He found Marie, and whatever transpired between them, she seemed happier now. You guessed you maybe had him to thank for that.
âYeah yeah, alright fine. I concede. Where am I then?â you asked Jean, who broke into a broad smile.
âYouâre in the one above, still got the same view, donât worry,â she elbowed you slightly. That wasnât so bad actually. Same view, same side of the mansion, just one story up? You breathed a sigh of relief. Yeah, you could do that.
âGood enough, Iâm still mad about it though.â Your eyes narrowed at four of them, Logan included, before cracking your neck in preparation to take your bag all the way up the stairs.
Kitty clapped her hands excitedly, and you raised a brow in suspicion. âWhatâs got you so giddy?â you asked as she once again slid her arm across your shoulders, guiding you back towards the door.Â
âOh nothing, just glad you're home. Itâs been kinda boring without you.â You laughed at that. With everything thatâs been going on, you didnât think any of them had time to be bored. But you appreciated the thought nonetheless.Â
Eyeing your bag on the ground, there were times when you really wished your mutation involved some kind of super strength, because as happy as you were to be home and have a room just above your old one, you really didnât want to lug that thing all the way up. And all the damn lights were on, so slipping up through the shadows was a no-go. You blew out a breath in preparation, rolling your shoulder once again, before you were stopped by a broad hand landing on your arm.
âI got it,â Loganâs voice weaved butterflies through your stomach. You hadnât realised he was behind you before he was leaning down next to you and effortlessly slinging the bag over his own shoulder.
For the second time that afternoon, you gaped up at him, left almost speechless.Â
âSuper strength?â Was all you could say, hoping to Jesus he knew what you were asking. You watched his features morph from confusion to amusement as he shook his head slightly.Â
âNah, not quite.â
âThen how the fuââ you were reminded of the children present by a sharp elbow to the ribs from Kitty. ââuuun. How fun.â you gave up on your question, much to his mirth. The sight had your brain short-circuiting. You wouldnât deny he was good-looking. Youâd be fucking crazy to deny that. But there was something else hidden under all those knowing smirks and sharp glances. Something that you wouldnât mind uncovering.Â
Deciding that was a quest for another day, you turned abruptly on your heel, making your way to the staircase before once again stopping in your tracks. This was starting to get on your nerves a little. However, any irritation soon died as you finally saw Professor Xavier.
âAh, I wondered whether the commotion was your return.â
You snorted a laugh. âNo, you didnât. You absolutely knew it was my return.â You quipped back, earning yourself a laugh from the man.
âAs quick as ever. And I see youâve met our Wolverine.â Charles nodded to Logan next to you, and you turned to him in bemusement.Â
âWolverine? Seriously?â you asked, laughing at his shrug. âCanât think whyâŚâ your sarcastic jab paired with your pointed looks from his hair to his body brought another amused smirk from the man.Â
âI thought you two would get along. Get yourself settled back in and meet me in my office and your earliest convenience.â You nodded back to Xavier, unable to take a moment to process what he meant when he said he thought you and Logan would get along before Kitty began dragging you towards the stairs.
âCâmon! Youâre gonna love it!âYou were slightly worried about what it was but followed her nonetheless.
Logan had to admit, he didnât mind carrying your bag up four flights of stairs. It wasnât the worst way to spend his afternoon. And as much as he wasnât the kind of guy to stare at a womanâs ass, he wasnât mad that he was behind you.Â
Everything heâd been told about you had been proven correct. At least, everything heâd seen so far. Whether or not you could hold yourself in a fight was up for debate, but everything else, your wit, your charm, heartbreaking kindness, humour⌠it was all right there in front of him.Â
Literally.
Heâd lost count of how many times heâd had to bite back a smile or a laugh, stunned by the fact that you actually managed to break through and pull both from him. Even now, as you paused before the landing that lead to your old room and sighed wistfully, had had to stop himself grinning. And he was glad you turned back around quickly after throwing him a pointed glare over your shoulder because that was another smile he was struggling to rein in. Fuck, how did you do it? Heâd only known you for half an hour and heâd displayed more expression than he had in his whole two years of being here.Â
He was in huge trouble.Â
The stairs finally flattened out to the top floor landing, Kitty still leading the way down the corridor until the final room. It was isolated, like his one floor below, and he guessed you must like it that way. Which he thought strange. The way you were with others, he hadnât exactly pegged you for being someone who liked her space. But then again, heâd only known you for thirty minutes.
He had to remind himself of that.Â
âHere we are!â Kitty grinned excitedly, stepping to the side to let you open the door yourself. Logan knew what youâd find behind the wood. Heâd helped set it up after all. Some twisted guilt forced him into helping. At least, thatâs what he told himself.Â
You eyed Kitty suspiciously, before twisting the handle on the door, pushing slightly to reveal what she was so excited about.Â
If Logan was being honest, your expression was worth all the consuming guilt heâd felt by taking your room. A smile of pure, unadulterated awe wiped all thought from his mind, your eyes were practically glowing.
âYou⌠Kitty, you didnât need to do this,â You looked back to the giddy girl and pulled her into a tight hug. Everything you remembered was here. Your posters, fairy lights, and every single plant youâd nourished and grown made your room look like a rainforest. The light in the ceiling had been covered by patterns to ensure there was always shadows cast somewhere, whether it be floor, wall, or ceiling.Â
âIt wasnât just me! I employed help,â Kitty smiled, taking the liberties she knew she had to sit cross-legged on your bed. âAnd others offered to help.â
Logan held his breath as he felt your attention shift from Kitty to him, meeting your gaze of sheer wonder.Â
âYou helped?â you asked, taking your bag from his shoulder, though he was almost too caught up in your gaze to notice.
âHere anâ thereâŚâ he muttered, trying to calm himself by leaning against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest, attempting to escape your eyes by looking around your room.Â
âHere and there? Thatâs such a lie! Heâd heard about your mutation, the shadow-casting thing was his idea!â Kitty grinned excitedly, and you all but choked on the realisation. He did this for you. He didnât even know you, and he did this for you.Â
âKitty, thatâs enâoof!â Logan barely had time to react before your arms were around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder. Your scent hit him like a truck, and it was nothing like how heâd imagine it. Not that he had imagined itâŚ
âThank you,â you whispered earnestly, and any guard heâd put up previously melted away. He didnât exactly return your embrace, but his hands somehow found your waist as you pulled back, keeping your arms across his shoulders. âMaybe I can forgive you for stealing my old room now. Oh! And my job. And not believing I exist,â your grin held more mischief than he ever thought possible, but now you were back to teasing, he felt his thoughts return.Â
âAnythinâ else?â He asked, mirroring your expression.
âNot yet, but Iâm sure Iâll think of something,â was it Loganâs sudden and overactive imagination, or did your eyes just flicker to his lips?
Was it the sudden physical contact that made your body hum this way, or was it just the fact that he could bench-press three of you? You didnât care, and somehow, you didnât think he did either.Â
Until very suddenly and very abruptly, you did care. You stepped out of his hands far too quickly for his liking, your arms falling back by your sides. Though you didnât look like you regretted anything.Â
âI really appreciate this, from both of you. And whoever else helped. This is⌠well itâs better than what I was imagining,â you gestured to the room around you. It truly was perfect for you. Theyâd really outdone themselves. Heâd really outdone himself. And you couldnât help the warmth that spread from the centre of your chest to your limbs. You wanted to know more about him. âWhatâs your mutation, by the way? You never said,â you asked before you could stop yourself, and Logan blinked in surprise.
Holding his fist up, he flexed the tendons holding his claws. He no longer winced when his knuckles split. No longer grimaced as he sliced through his own flesh, though watching your face did cause him to worry just a little.Â
You held your silence for a moment, not really knowing what to say. That looked painful as fuck, but you felt that asking might make it worse. âI seeâŚâ was all you said, before it hit you. âWolverine! I get it now. It made sense before but now it actually fits!â You exclaimed, chuckling at his confusion.Â
âWhaddya mean it made sense before?âÂ
âDonât think too much into it,â you winked again, and Logan swore his heart stopped.Â
âYeah, alright Phantom.â He cocked a brow at the playful narrow of your eyes before you melted into the shadows right in front of him. Heâd been made aware of your mutation, having overheard Jean using both you and Kitty as examples of phasing mutants, but to actually see it for himself? He couldnât say he wasnât impressed. He glanced around the room, retracting his claws as he looked for where you could have gone.Â
âGet it now?â
Logan whipped around to see you standing behind him, arms folded across your chest, a mischievous grin plastered across your features.Â
You always felt a sense of freedom when you released yourself into the shadows, like holding yourself in this corporeal state was somewhat of an effort. But letting yourself be free, to move like liquid amongst the darkness, it was like refueling a beaten truck.Â
Loganâs lips quirked into a smile as he nodded once. âGot it,â the silence lingered once again, some kind of charge energy crackled in the space between the two of you before he cleared his throat. âKitty, we shouldâ the fuck?âÂ
You popped your head to the side, peering around Logan to see the space on your bed Kitty used to be sitting in was now completely empty. âGuess she left,â you shrugged. âOr she never existed.â That earned you a flick to the forehead from Logan, and you laughed, batting away his hand. How long had it been since youâd felt this comfortable with someone this quickly? Either it had been years, or never.Â
âIâll leave you to it,â he smiled, this time completely unrestrained. And fuck was he gorgeous. But you had to remember this was a man youâd just met.Â
He had to remember this was a woman heâd just met.
âYeah, thanks. Iâll uh, see you later?â You didnât mean for your voice to sound so hopeful at the end, but honestly? It was worth seeing him turn back to you with that same smirk youâd seen countless times already.
âSure.â He said, before closing the door.Â
You sat heavily on your bed, your head in your hands. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Little did you know, Logan was having a similar reaction right outside your door, his back against the wood as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. âWhat. The. Fuck?â
Having almost drowned yourself in the shower, using that shampoo youâd missed so dearly on your travels, youâd changed clothes into something a lot more comfortable, a loose pair of sweats and a spaghetti strap tank top, before heading down to Xavierâs office where heâd just spent the last ten minutes explaining his plans to further your mutation. And to be completely honest with yourself, you hadnât listened to half of it.Â
âSo, in short, your ability, whilst appearing similar to Kittyâs, is actually entirely different. Where Kitty phases through objects, you become those shadows. Your molecules break down completely, unlike Miss Pryde.â He finished his explanation slowly, and you didnât have the heart to tell him you had no idea what heâd just said. Luckily, when conversing with a telepath, you didnât have to.
Charles sighed, rubbing his forehead slightly. âYouâve always said you felt a strain on yourself whilst corporeal, yes?â He asked, and you breathed in relief. Finally, a question you could answer.
âYeah, itâs like Iâm holding water with my bare hands. Or something like that,â you nodded, looking at yourself slightly curiously. âSo, Iâm not like Kitty?â you clarified, looking back up the the professor, who shook his head.Â
âIâm afraid not. We were mistaken before, simply assuming you were just another phasing mutant. But Jean ran some tests on your blood, and it was quite remarkable.â Youâd almost forgotten the woman was in the room until she cleared her throat, her red hair pulled up in a tight ponytail.Â
âI think you describe it perfectly. Your molecules are being held together, more or less, by string, or so to speak. Not real string, but I think you understand.â You nodded. You actually did understand, because thatâs how you constantly felt. It was, however, incredibly unnerving. What would happen if that string frayed? Or worse, fucking snapped altogether? Sensing your distress, Charles covered your hand with his own.
âMy dear, thatâs why we brought you back. Weâve been incredibly lucky so far, and clearly, you have an innate ability to control the string. Itâs led us to believe that your abilities donât stop at shadow walking.â He looked at you with understanding as you took this all in. Heâd mentioned to you previously that he thinks you could do more.Â
âShadow manipulation, right?â You asked though the question was rhetorical. You knew thatâs where they were going with this. Charles glanced at Jean who nodded in confirmation.Â
âEssentially, yes. We think you could pull shadows from an already existing cast and wield them to your heartâs content. In⌠theory.â She hesitated, and you blew out a breath.
âBut in practice?â
âIn practice⌠honestly we donât know. It will be a learning curve for all of us, to be blunt.â You nodded a little numbly. Youâd only just returned and already you were being bombarded with hard truths.Â
Once again sensing your distress, Charles cleared his throat. âWell, I think we should continue this discussion tomorrow. Youâve had a long day and perhaps right now isnât the best time to be entertaining new ideas.â He threw another look to Jean and she nodded again, standing from her seat.
You couldnât agree more. This was a lot to take in. Especially since youâd become so comfortable with your mutation, believing that you were just another phaser like Kitty. But now, you were something else completely, something unknown. Even to yourself. It⌠scared you. And you didnât scare easily. Worry? Sure. Impending sense of dread? Absolutely. Fear? Never.
âRight. Thanks, Professor. Iâll uh, see you tomorrow then.â You dipped your head goodbye, before leaving his office and closing the door behind you. Tea. You needed tea. Fuck you needed something stronger than tea, but since this was a goddamn school, alcohol was strictly prohibited.Â
Fuckâs sake.Â
Dragging a hand down the side of your face, you absently made your way to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. Muscle memory guided you to the drinks cupboard, moving aside the jar of decaff coffee to reveal your personal stash of teabags. Whilst primarily you were a coffee drinker, when it was this late in the evening, you tended to steer clear of the caffeine. You werenât the best at sleeping to begin with, let alone when your mind and body were buzzing.Â
You didnât turn when you heard footsteps behind you, and the scrape of one of the chairs against the wooden floor, too focussed on rifling through the cupboard adjacent to the drinks one for our favourite mug. A gift from Kitty, sheâd had custom-made for the print on the side to say âPhasers Forever!â. It made you a little sad to think about now. But, thankfully you found it, nestled right at the back next to the mug youâd gifted her. Also custom-made, but this just had the image of two hands with their little fingers linked. Youâd made sure the gloves matched the ones you both wore in your suits.Â
Dropping the teabag into the mug, you instantly savoured the scented steam as you poured the hot water, even the aroma calming your slightly frayed nerves. Wow, that meeting had seriously rattled you. Looping the string and tag over the lip of the mug, you turned back to the room, only to almost drop your freshly made drink in surprise.
Logan. Hair slightly damp, in a white v-neck tank, sat at the far end of the table, leaning back in the chair with a bottle of what you could have sworn was larger in his bear paw of a hand. That same fucking smirk pulled at his lips.Â
âPhantom.â He raised his bottle in greeting. You wished you could match his energy, but honestly, you were drained from the day and the meeting. But you tried nonetheless.
âWolvie.â You smiled back, though you could feel it didnât reach your eyes. And clearly, he noticed too, expression shifting from self-assured confidence to slight concern.
âYou alright?â Logan had only known you for less than a day, and he already knew he really didnât like seeing you despondent.Â
âYeah, fine.â It almost pained him physically seeing your eyes remain dull with your liarâs smile. That was something else he realised in that split second.Â
He really didnât like you lying to him.
âUh huh?â Fuck, he definitely knew you were hiding everything. How the fuck could he possibly tell that? He didnât even know you! You sighed heavily, hoping it would help your next half-truth.
âIâm just tired. Long day, lots of emotions. Are you hungry? Iâm starved and was gonna make pasta if you wanted some,â You tried your best to steer the conversation away from how you were feeling. Once again it wasnât exactly a lie. You were starving, having not eaten since this morning, and it was now ten in the evening.Â
Logan knew you turned away quickly so you didnât have to see his suspicion. If you werenât ready to talk about whatever was bothering you, he knew he shouldnât push. But, to his surprise, he found himself wanting to know. He wanted to know what was up, and maybe, just maybe, he could make you feel better. It seemed doubtful, but it was worth a shot. âHow was your meeting with Charles?â
Your shoulders tensed, spine straightening. Gotcha.
âYeah, fine. Just easing me back into life here basically. Nothing earthshattering.â Now that was a flat out lie, and once again you refused to turn around as you brought the kettle over to the tap, filling it to the max line before placing it back on the stand and flicking the switch. You found it easier to lie when you were busy doing something else and making pasta seemed perfect. Crouching to one of the lower cupboards, you pulled out the pack of wholewheat, refusing to eat any of the sugary white bullshit. Unfortunately, the one downside of busying yourself so remarkably well was that you werenât always paying attention to what was going on around you.
For example, Logan walking up behind you to take the packet from your hand and place it on the counter. You turned, realising heâd given you minimal space to move. He was so close you could smell the gel he used in the shower. Woodsy and smoky, like a forest cabin. He smelt fucking great, but to be honest, you were too busy trying to avoid eye contact to care.
âSâthat why you look like your pet just died?â You knew he was trying to be teasing, trying to lighten the mood, trying to create a comfortable environment for you to open up in, but you didnât know him, and he didnât know you. With a deep breath, you stepped to the side and out of his reach, opening the fridge to look for something to make a nice creamy sauce with.
âLook, Logan. I appreciate it, and what youâre trying to do, but at the same time, I donât know you. And you donât know me. So, and I mean this with the utmost respect, fucking drop it. Iâm tired and I have genuinely had a long day, what more do you want me to say?â
Logan blinked. And blinked again for good measure. He wasnât expecting you to be so sharp. He didnât know why he wasnât expecting it, but you really took him by surprise. That seemed to be all you were doing since the moment he met you. Though this one stung a little more than he cared to admit. âThat mightâve been the nicest fuck off Iâve ever heard. But it was still a fuck off.â He shrugged. He knew deep down you were right. You didnât know each other, and maybe was was expecting a little too much from a three-hour friendship. If he could even call it that.Â
âI didnât meanââ You turned back from the fridge just in time to watch his disappearing form leave through the door, hearing his footsteps recede back up the stairs. You cursed inwardly, hating yourself for how you handled the situation. Though, looking at the pasta on the counter, you had an idea as to how to fix some of this.Â
It had been roughly half an hour since heâd left you in the kitchen, recognising you needed space, and in all honesty? Retreating to lick his own wounds. He didnât know why he wanted you to open up so badly. It wasnât like he had a long-lasting friendship with you. He met you today, for fuckâs sake. Only hours ago. Shit, this morning he still didnât think you existed! Logan groaned at the memory of you shutting him down, wishing heâd handled the situation differently, and stopped prodding when he knew he should have. Fuck!
Heâd just managed to resolve to come and talk to you, before there was a thump at his bedroom door, followed by another. That wasnât any kind of fist knockingâŚÂ
With deliberate caution, Logan stood from his bed, shining claws sliding through his knuckles as he approached the door, only for his nerves to be calmed when a familiar scent wafted through the cracks in the door. He didnât dare get his hopes up until he turned the handle, pulling the door open to reveal you, stood before him, two steaming plates of pasta held impressively in one hand, and two bottles of larger in the other, your foot raised to kick the door a third time.Â
âBefore you slam the door, I brought peace pesto pasta, homemade so you know itâs good.â You were honestly surprised he opened the door, though you eyed his claws cautiously. Who did he think it was?
Logan noticed your line of sight, retracting his claws to cross his arms, a brow raised. âPeace pesto pasta?â
You nodded. âHomemade, donât forget.â Logan smiled slightly at the hope in your eyes. âAnd also beer so you physically canât turn me down.â You raised the two bottles in your hand, and he sighed as if you were a nuisance. Unfortunately for him, that couldnât be further from the truth.Â
âHomemade peace pesto, beer, andâŚ?âÂ
You stuck your tongue in your cheek. âAn apology.â You reluctantly admitted, looking anywhere but his face. âCan I come in or are you gonna stare at me all evening? These arenât the most balanced plates, been a while since I was a waitress soâŚâ you mumbled in explanation, earning yourself a quizzical look.
âYou were a waitress?â
âYes and it was a long time ago but we can talk all about it if I can set these down somewhere they wonât fall on your feet,â you said hurriedly, borderline pleading with your eyes for him to let you in. It wasnât as if he was about to say no, there was just something comical about the way you were managing to hold everything in your hands.Â
With a click of his tongue, he gestured for you to enter with his head, closing the door behind you as you set one of the plates down on the window seat, rubbing the red skin of your arm where the hot plate had ever so slightly burned you. He instantly felt bad, crossing the room with the intention to take your arm to look at it before you stuck it into the shadow on the wall, removing it again to reveal your skin pristine again.
âIt wasnât that bad, just uncomfortable,â you shrugged, handing a plate and bottle to him. Logan shook his head at what heâd just seen, giving you a look of âfair enoughâ before taking the plate and beer gratefully. How long had it been since someone cooked for him? Though youâd done it as a peace offering, it still warmed his heart slightly. That and the fact it smelt fucking divine.Â
âIâm sorryâŚâ you started, mindlessly poking your pasta around your plate with your fork after making yourself comfortable on his window seat. He guessed it used to be your window seat, but it still made him happy how comfortable you looked. âThe Professor told me something in the meeting and⌠rattled me, thatâs all,â you shrugged, popping a few pieces of green pasta into your mouth and chewing thoughtfully.Â
Logan decided to wait for you to continue, cracking open the bottle top of his beer with his teeth. Raising a brow as you looked over at him in slightly disturbed awe.Â
âHow did you not just break your jaw?â you asked, flabbergasted at his seemingly endless pool of abilities.Â
âNot much can break it, considering my skeletonâs adamantium.â Logan was starting to like when you gaped at him in shock, admiring the way you jaw went completely slack, eyes wide.Â
âWait, how don't youâ ohhhhhâŚâ It had taken you a while to notice just how much the bed dipped when he sat down. No wonder he was so ripped, he had to be that strong in order to fucking walk around. âAny other secrets you're hiding?â You asked, before instantly regretting the question when his eyes met yours.
âYou wanna talk about keeping secrets now?â He asked curtly.
âWalked into that oneâŚâ
âYeah, you kinda did.âÂ
You sighed, fiddling with the bottle cap of your beer. Not to remove it, just to feel the sensation of the almost serrated edges helped to ground yourself.Â
âYou know about my mutation, the whole shadow-walking thing?â You asked, to which Logan responded with a nod, finally taking a bite of the pasta youâd made. Your heart swelled with pride as he paused, looking from the food to you with an impressed smile. âSo, turns out, itâs nothing like Kittyâs. Itâs not phasing like we originally thought, but something totally different.â You started to explain to an intensely listening Logan. âKitty phases through things. I actually become the shadows I enter. Like, itâs not still my body but just in the shadow, my molecules break down to literally be the shadow,â you could tell he was trying to understand, his head tilting slightly to the side in a way you genuinely found cute. âItâs like, Iâm holding water in my bare hands,â you started to demonstrate, placing your plate and bottle down beside you to cup your hands in front of you. âAnd this, this is my body. My corporeal body. But, when I dive into shadows, that body breaks down,â your cupped hands splayed apart, fingers spread to simulate a liquid splash. Logan nodded thoughtfully through mouthfuls of pasta. âHow Jean explained it was that my molecules are held together with some kind of thread, and I control that thread, but itâs a constant strain⌠Like, I can feel my body being held together. And it just⌠I donât know. It scared me I guess.â
The room fell into silence as you finished your explanation, Logan setting his somehow clean plate to the side, leaning his elbows against his spread knees, beer bottle clasped in both hands. âI uh, donât really understand whatâs scary bubs, sounds like this is an opportunity to develop it, right?â he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign you were reassured.
You sighed, the back of your head softly hitting the wall behind you. âWell apparently weâve been lucky so far, and my control over this string or thread or whatever the fuck is stronger than they thought but⌠I donât know, I guess what first went through my mind was what would happen if the thread snapped. Would I just stop being able to shadow walk orââ
âWould you stop altogether, and be able to do nothing but shadow walk,â Logan finished, realisation dawning on his gruff features. You nodded slightly, not wanting to speak anything into existence.Â
âExactly.â You whispered, staring into your borderline untouched pasta. You honestly didnât know what to do, and you didnât know what could be done. Surely, at this point, it was just a matter of time, right? The thought hit you like a lightning bolt. If it was just a matter of time, you just burdened this poor man, who youâd only met hours ago, with the knowledge that, eventually, you were likely just simply dissolve into nothing, cursed to live forever in the shadows of others. âAnyway, yeah, thatâs why I had a face like, how did you put it? Like my pet just died,â You did your best to imitate his voice, hoping to shit it would lighten the mood of the room, but it only earned you a look of sympathy.
Fucking sympathy. You hated sympathy.
Youâd come in here in the hopes to make things right with him and apologise for how you were earlier, but the one thing you really didnât want, and never fucking wanted, was sympathy. You sighed heavily, preparing yourself for whatever âIâm so sorry this is happening speechâ he was clearly getting ready to spill.Â
But for the umpteenth time in the short while youâd known him, Logan surprised you. Taking your bottle of beer from your side, he cracked the lid off with his teeth, the same as before, before handing it back to you. You, as stunned as you were, managed to take it from his hand, the soft skin of your fingertips brushing the backs of his own. You smiled in resignation, raising your bottle in some tragic excuse of a toast. âTo the inevitableâ you wanted to say, but you physically bit your tongue before taking a long sip of the slightly bitter liquid.
âIt wonât come to that,â youâd forgotten, in the period of silence, that you were waiting for him to say something. You tilted your head in confusion, and it honestly took all of Loganâs willpower not to launch into you and wrap you up in his arms. He really needed to pull himself together. âLook, I was pretty fuckinâ helpless when I came here. And I know you remember the state Marie was in. Neither of us thought we were worth savinâ, but look at us now,â in complete honesty, Logan still didnât think he was worth saving, but that was neither here nor there. âHeâll help ya. Youâll get this under control. And it ainât all bad. He already said you had more control than he thought,â You could feel his eyes search your face as you closed yours. Maybe he was right. Charles had said you had more control over these strings than he thought.Â
Logan was right. That was a good thing.
âWell, weâll see tomorrow. Thatâs when we really start everything. We have another meeting before weâre straight into training, seeing if we can really develop this mutation before I cease to exist. No pressure right?â You half-joked, your lips quirking up into what you hoped was a smile. Or, at least, a lopsided one.Â
Fuck he wanted to kiss you. Kiss you. When the hell was the last time heâd felt like this toward anyone? He hadnât wanted to kiss anyone in goddamn years, and here you were, a woman he didnât even believe existed a few hours ago, waltzing into his life and making him feel things like wanting to fucking kiss you.Â
âI uh⌠ya know I wanted to apologise too.â
Well, that caught you off guard. âWhâ wait what? Why? What for?â you couldnât help firing off questions at speeds you didnât know you were capable of, utter bafflement contorting your features.Â
âYou were right. I donât know you. And you donât know me.â Logan watched as your face transformed from confusion, to hurt, to acceptance.Â
âYeahâŚ. I did say that didnât I? Iââ
âBut,â he interrupted, stopping you mid-sentence. âThat doesnât mean I donât wanna know yaâŚâ Logan almost laughed aloud at how your eyes went comically wide. Did you know how cute you were? When you werenât telling him to fuck off, that is.
âIâ Uh, okay, sure⌠what dâya wanna know?â you asked, hoping to fuck you didnât sound ridiculous. If you didnât, Logan didnât seem to mind or care.Â
âYou can start of by tellinâ me how or where you learned to cook so well,â you scoffed loudly, rolling you eyes. âNah Iâm serious kid, that was fuckinâ great,â Logan leaned against the headboard, an arm positioned behind his head as you too made yourself comfortable again on the window seat, resting your elbow on your raised knee.
âKid? Do you know how old I am?â you asked, smirking slightly. Though you were a little embarrassed, there was no way youâd show it. Kid? Did he seriously think you were that young?Â
âDo you know how old I am?â he retorted, that same self-assured glint dancing in his eye. You peered at him in scrutiny, emphasising how hard you were looking at him by squinting intensely.
âIâd put you at around like, early thirties? Maybe mid? Am I hot or cold?â you asked, kinda hoping he was in the same sort of age bracket as you were. Not for any specific reason of course⌠just for⌠science.
Yeah. For science.
Though your heart deflated slightly at his bark of a laugh. âNot quite. Try mid to late hundred and thirties. Give or take a few years.â Once again you gaped at him, mouth wide open, jaw completely slack. He could get used to that sight. Dangerously used to it. âTake a picture bubs, itâll last longer.â
âB-but⌠howâ? Yâ? Hundred andâ what the fuck?â You couldnât get over it. Though your mind was still reeling, you managed to recover quickly. âWhy you donât look a day over ninety. Youâre in good shape for a fossil, though I was wondering why I was getting a lot of calls from museums recently⌠probably looking for their exhibit back,â you smirked wildly whilst Logan just stared at you, trying his fucking damnest not to let his disobedient lips quirk anywhere other than down.Â
âYa done?â
âIâll probably think of some more. But, in all seriousness, how?â You asked, and Logan couldnât detect anything other than genuine curiosity.
âRegenerative. I heal real quick, but that also keeps my body in good condition. Dunno exactly how old I am, but itâs around hundred and thirty,â he shrugged, and you whistled lowly. âSo?â he prompted, and you looked up.
âSo what?â
âHowâdya make the pasta?âÂ
You snorted in amusement, before launching into an explanation about your brother and how he always had an interest in cooking and had taught you to cook simple things, like how to make a bĂŠchamel sauce, or how to make pesto from scratch. And if you werenât so caught up in your storytelling, you would have noticed Logan drinking in every damn word like he was parched for conversation. Listening to you talk, the cadence of your voice, the way you pronounce every letter and the way you occasionally drop a letter, it was hypnotic. You didnât have an abundance of energy, and whether that was simply because you were exhausted after the day youâd had, or if that was just who you were, he didnât know. But honestly? He didnât really care.Â
As long as you kept talking, that was all that mattered. If he could take your mind off tomorrow, or your situation by letting you ramble about the smallest of things, he would. And he would pretend the whole time like he was doing this for you. And not because, at the end of everything, he liked listening to you.Â
âAnyway, thatâs how you tell the difference between a Thoroughbred and a Quarter Horse. And I will not make that mistake again.â Youâd somehow weaved from topic to topic, the conversation ebbing and flowing for hours, you both taking turns in sharing random stories from your pasts, little anecdotes that gave context to who you both were as people now. And it was only thanks to the brief silence and the conveniently timed chime of the clock did you realise how late it was. Or rather, how early.
It was one in the fucking morning. How the hell did that happen? Your eyes slid back to Logan, who at some point had made himself comfortable on the opposite side of the window seat, and you watched as he had the same realisation. Holy shit.
âI should probablyââ
âLook, you shouldââ
You both started to speak at the same time, before pausing to let the other talk first. It was gross and awkward and cringey but, for the life of you, you couldnât find it in you to care.Â
You stood, gathering your long abandoned, though now empty plate, and crossed the room to grab his from the bedside table. You heard Logan sigh heavily behind you in what you assumed was exhaustion. You couldnât blame the man. Youâd been talking for hours.Â
Logan followed you to the door, holding it open for you as you stepped out into the hallway. You placed the crockery onto the floor, freeing your hands to wrap your arms around his neck in a similar embrace to the one before. Only this time, you felt his strong arms return your hug, wrapping you up tightly against his chest.
âThank you. For letting me talk for hours. You donât need to pretend you enjoyed it, by the way. But thank you all the same.â You stepped back, and Logan leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.
âYeah well, you brought peace pesto and beer. How could I say no?â He quipped, and you chuckled lightly. He wasnât about to admit he enjoyed your company far more than he should have done, and he sure as shit wasnât about to admit he wasnât pretending to like it. His eyes softened at your laugh in a way heâd stopped them from doing all evening. âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
You peered up at him, a knowing spark dancing in your iris. You noticed. Of course, youâd noticed. That was almost exactly what youâd said to him earlier. The same hopeful lilt and all.Â
âSure.â Was all you said in return, before picking up the empty plates and bottles off the floor, and turning away to head back down the hallway. You refused to look back, worried that if you did, youâd run straight back to his room and never fucking leave.
But if you had. If you had just turned to look over your shoulder, you would have seen him leaning against the doorway still, eyes following you down the stairs, and lingering still, long after youâd disappeared.
Yeah⌠he was definitely in trouble.
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Embers of Connection [Logan Howlett]
Summary: You're not like him. In fact, you're not like any of them. Maybe that's why he doesn't trust you-- why he doesn't want to trust you. But, time and time again, you prove him wrong.
Warnings: none really. lowkey enemies to friends to lovers.... kind of slow burn. fem!reader/afab!reader - maybe some grammatical errors
WC: 6.3k - MASTERLIST
The mansion was quiet as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the lawn. Inside, the halls of the Xavier Institute were just beginning to stir, the students slowly waking to another day of training, learning, and discovery. But in a room far removed from the rest of the school, a figure sat alone, her eyes fixed on the window, lost in memories of a past long gone.
You were not a mutant, at least not in the way the students at the school understood the term. You came from a lineage so ancient, so steeped in myth and legend, that even the oldest books could not fully capture the truth of your peopleâa race of beings who walked the earth with the grace and power of dragons, feared and revered in equal measure.
But that was long ago, before the rise of mutants, before the world had changed. Your people had been hunted, exterminated by those who feared the strength you carried within your veins. You had been just a child when it happened, too young to understand why your world was being torn apart. One of them, moved by pity or perhaps some deeper sense of guilt, had spared your life, hiding you away until the danger had passed.
You had wandered for years, alone and afraid, never staying in one place for too long. You learned how to conceal your wings, hide your sharp nails, and conceal your powers. The world had changed, and you had no place in it, no home to return to. It was by chance that you crossed paths with Charles Xavier, a man of immense power and wisdom, who saw in you not just a relic of a forgotten time, but a soul in need of protection and understanding. He had taken you in, offered you a place in his school, not as a student but as something elseâsomething he himself could not fully define.
And so you stayed, a silent observer in a world that was not yours, learning from the shadows, watching as the young mutants trained and grew, honing their powers under Charlesâ guidance. You were an enigma to them, a being from another time, another world. Some were curious, others wary, but none dared to challenge you.
Until Logan arrived.
You sensed his presence before you saw him, a raw, untamed energy that crackled through the air like a storm on the horizon. The students whispered about him, their voices hushed with a mixture of awe and fear. The Wolverine, they called himâa man who had seen more battles than he could count, whose past was as blood-soaked as it was mysterious.
You were in the garden when he first laid eyes on you. He was alone, his expression dark and brooding as he walked across the grounds, clearly uncomfortable in this place of peace and learning. His gaze swept over the students, then landed on you, standing apart from the others, your wings folded close to your back, your scales glinting in the morning light.
His eyes narrowed, and you could feel the weight of his scrutiny, the suspicion that curled like a shadow behind those intense, feral eyes. He approached, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey.
âYouâre not a mutant,â he said, more of a statement than a question.
You met his gaze, unflinching. âNo, Iâm not.â
âThen what are you?â There was no warmth in his tone, only a cold curiosity.
âA survivor,â you replied steadily, though your heart beat faster at the memory of what you had survived. âMy people were hunted to extinction long before you were born.â
Loganâs expression hardened, and he took a step closer, his stance challenging.
âSo why are you here? What do you want?â
You tilted your head slightly, studying him with the same intensity he gave you. âI could ask you the same thing. But Iâm here because Charles offered me a place, a sanctuary. Heâs curious about what I am⌠and he believes I need protection.â
âProtection from what?â Loganâs tone was edged with skepticism, as if he didnât believe you were a threat to anything or anyone.
âFrom the world,â you answered simply. âAnd perhaps⌠from myself.â
He scoffed, the sound harsh and dismissive. âYou donât know what itâs like, being a mutant. Youâre just hiding here, playing along, pretending to understand.â
You bristled at his words, your wings twitching with the urge to unfurl, to show him just how much power you held within you. But you held back, staying calm.
âAnd you donât know what itâs like to be the last of your kind, to watch everything youâve ever known be destroyed. We all have our battles. Just because mine are different doesnât mean theyâre any less real.â
He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to find the lie in your words. But there was none to be found, and that seemed to unsettle him more than anything.
âJust stay out of my way,â he growled, turning sharply and walking away without waiting for a response.
You watched him go, a mixture of anger and sadness swirling in your chest. You had known the moment you met him that Logan would be a challenge, a force of nature that would not be easily swayed or understood. But you hadnât expected the sting of his words, the way they cut deep into the wounds you had thought long healed.
Over the next few months, you and Logan avoided each other as much as possible. He made it clear he didnât trust you, and you made it equally clear you didnât care for his attitude. The students quickly picked up on the tension between you, giving you both a wide berth whenever you were in the same room.
But Charles Xavier, ever the strategist, saw something neither of you didâa potential for growth, for understanding, if only you were forced to confront each other. So, when a mission came up that required both your skills, he sent you out together, despite your protests.
The mission was simple in theoryâretrieve an artifact from a group of rogue mutants who had stolen it. But from the moment you and Logan set foot in the field, it was clear that working together was not going to be easy.
Logan, used to working alone, resisted your attempts to coordinate, charging ahead without a plan and nearly jeopardizing the mission in the process. You, trained in patience and strategy, found his reckless approach infuriating, and the two of you clashed at every turn.
The mission was ultimately successful, but it came at a costâyour mutual respect for each other (well, whatever had existed of it to begin with). The animosity between you only deepened, cementing your status as strangers within the walls of the school.
---
Enveloped in the forest's ancient embrace, you walked among towering trees that stood like silent sentinels. Their gnarled branches wove together, forming a dense canopy that swallowed most of the light. Cool, damp air hung heavy with the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. Each step sank into the soft, spongy ground, the stillness occasionally interrupted by the rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird.
You moved with purpose, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. Logan walked a few paces behind you, his expression as unreadable as ever. Charles had sent the two of you on this mission with little more than a vague explanation, and the tension between you had only grown as you ventured deeper into the wilderness.
âYou sure this is the right way?â Loganâs voice broke the silence, gruff and tinged with impatience.
You didnât bother turning to face him. âIâm sure.â
He let out a low grunt, clearly not satisfied with your answer. âI still donât get why Xavier sent me with you. Seems like you couldâve handled this on your own.â
You bit back a retort, knowing that engaging in another argument wouldnât get you anywhere. âMaybe he thought you could learn something.â
âLearn what?â Logan scoffed. âHow to wander aimlessly in the middle of nowhere?â
You stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him. âYouâre here because Charles thinks you need to understand what Iâm dealing with. This isnât just another mission, Logan. Itâs personal.â
His gaze hardened, but there was a flicker of something elseâsomething softerâbeneath the surface. âAnd what exactly are you dealing with?â
You hesitated, unsure how much you wanted to reveal. The memories of your past were painful, buried deep for a reason. But you knew that if you were going to work together, he needed to know.
âThereâs an ancient temple hidden in this forest,â you began, âItâs said to hold a clueâsomething that could lead me to the mutants who destroyed my people. Iâve been searching for answers for years, and this is the closest Iâve ever come.â
âAnd you think finding this clue will give you what you need?â
You nodded, the weight of your words pressing down on you. âI have to believe that it will. My people were wiped outâhunted down and killed because of what we were. Iâm the last of my kind, and I need to know why.â
He was silent for a moment, his gaze locked on yours. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and hoarse, almost hesitant. âI know what itâs like to lose everything. To have your whole world ripped away from you. But revenge⌠it doesnât bring peace.â
âThis isnât about revenge,â you said firmly, though part of you knew it wasnât entirely true. âItâs about closure. About understanding.â
Logan didnât respond, but the look in his eyes told you he understood more than he was letting on. He turned away, resuming his trek through the forest, and you followed, the tension between you easing slightly.
The journey was long and arduous, the dense undergrowth making progress slow. The further you went, the darker the forest became, the ancient trees blocking out the sun entirely. It was as if the forest itself was warning you to turn back, but you pressed on, driven by the need to find the temple.
Finally, after what felt like hours, you reached a clearing. In the center stood the temple, its stone walls covered in vines and moss, its entrance a dark, gaping maw that seemed to swallow all light. The air around it was thick with an ominous energy, as if the very ground was infused with the memories of the past.
âThis is it,â you whispered, more to yourself than to Logan.
He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the temple. âYou sure about this?â
âIâm sure.â
With that, you stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the temple. The air inside was cool and damp, the stone walls slick with moisture. The only light came from the narrow beams of sunlight that managed to filter through cracks in the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor.
The deeper you went, the more the oppressive feeling grew. You could feel it in your bones, a sense of foreboding that made your skin crawl. But you didnât stop, didnât hesitate, even as the darkness closed in around you.
Finally, you reached the heart of the temple. In the center of the chamber stood an ancient altar, covered in strange markings that seemed to pulse with a faint, eerie aura. But what caught your attention was the object lying on the altarâa small, intricately carved stone, glowing with a soft, ethereal light. You found yourself moving towards it subconsciously, almost in a trance.
Logan hung back, his senses on high alert. âBe careful. We donât know what weâre dealing with here.â
You nodded, reaching out to take the stone. The moment your fingers touched it, a surge of energy shot through you, and you gasped, the memories flooding back in a rush.
You saw your people, the Draconic, living in harmony with nature, their wings glinting in the sunlight, their scales shimmering like jewels. But then came them, their faces twisted with fear and hatred, their powers unleashed in a torrent of destruction. You saw the fires, heard the screams, felt the pain of loss as your world crumbled around you.
And you saw themâthe creatures who led the charge, who ordered the slaughter. Their faces were burned into your memory, and now, thanks to the stone, you had the knowledge you needed to track them down.
But your moment of revelation was short-lived. As you turned to show Logan the stone, you noticed something elseâa series of dark shapes lying dormant against the walls of the chamber. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what they were.
Dozens, hundreds of them, the ones responsible. Their bodies encased in some sort of stasis, their forms twisted and unnatural. These were the ones who had destroyed your people, the ones who had brought death and destruction to your world. And now they were here, waiting.
âWe need to leave. Now,â you whispered urgently, your heart pounding in your chest.
Loganâs eyes darted around the room, taking in the sleeping mutants. âAgreed. Letâs get out of here before they wake up.â
You moved quickly, retracing your steps toward the entrance. But as you passed one of the mutants, Logan accidentally brushed against it, his claws scraping against the stone. The sound echoed through the chamber, and you froze, your heart skipping a beat.
The creatures began to stir, their eyes snapping open, glowing with an unnatural light. Groans and snarls filled the air as the creatures awoke. Panic surged through you, the sight of the mutants awakening bringing up old, buried fears. You didnât need to be told twice. You bolted for the entrance, Logan close behind, but the mutants were faster, their rage propelling them forward.
âGo!â Logan urged, grabbing your arm as the enemies began to move toward you.
But, in a effort to delay their advances, you had an idea. A surge of primal instinct took over, and you felt a transformation deep within you. Your eyes flashed, glowing with a fierce, emerald shade as they narrowed into slitted dragon-like orbs.
With a deep breath, you summoned the power of your ancestors. Flames erupted from your mouth, a torrent of blazing fire that swept across the chamber. The first wave of predators got caught in the flames, their forms writhing in the intense heat. The ancient stone walls glowed with the reflected light, casting long, flickering shadows. Now was your only opportunity for escape.
You unfurled your wings, the leathery membranes catching the air as you leaped into flight, grabbing Loganâs arm and dragging him with you. The temple walls blurred past as you flew through the corridors, the remaining mutants hot on your trail.
âHang on!â you shouted, your voice barely audible over the rush of wind.
Logan didnât respond, his focus entirely on the creatures chasing you. They were relentless, their fury palpable as they closed in, their powers crackling in the air around them. Logan clung to you, feeling a mix of awe and frustration. The cool wind whipped around but inside, he felt the sting of helplessness. He had always prided himself on his physical prowess, his ability to fight, to survive. Yet here he was, carried like a child by someone he had barely trusted.
Whatever these predators were, they were fast in their pursuit. However, you were faster. You burst out of the temple and into the open air, your wings propelling you forward with all the strength you could muster. They followed, but they were no match for your speed.
You swooped low, diving into the dense forest below, weaving through the trees with precision. Logan felt his his claws digging into your scales, but you barely noticed, your focus entirely on evading the threat. Watching the forest shrink beneath him, he felt a deep sense of inadequacy. He had been the one to get them into this mess, and now, instead of being the hero or the savior, he was reduced to a mere passenger. The raw power you displayed was breathtaking, but it also highlighted just how little he had known about you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you lost them. You landed in a small clearing, breathing heavily, your wings trembling from the exertion. Logan released his grip, dropping to the ground beside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.Â
For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of what had just happened settling over you. The danger had passed, but the tension remained, a lingering reminder of how close you had come to disaster.Â
Logan was the first to break the silence. âYou saved my ass back there.â
You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. âYou would���ve done the same.â
He nodded, his gaze meeting yours. âMaybe. But I didnât know you could do all that. The wings, the speed⌠the power. Youâre a hell of a lot stronger than I thought.â
You shrugged, trying to downplay it. âIâm just trying to survive.â
âYouâre more than that,â he said quietly. âYouâre a fighter. And I⌠I respect that.â
The tension between you shifted, the animosity that had defined your relationship beginning to melt away. You saw Logan in a new light, not just as a stubborn, solitary warrior, but as someone who understood pain and loss, someone who had his own demons to face. And as he stared at you, he caught a glimpse of the fierce determination that drove you. In that look, he saw not just a fellow X-Men but a formidable warrior with her own battles and her own story. He understood now that you were more than he had given you credit for.
âThanks,â you said softly, âFor helping me. For trusting me.â
He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. âWeâre a team now, right? So letâs do this together.â
And in that moment, something shifted between you. It wasnât quite friendship, but it was a startâan understanding, a shared sense of purpose. You smiled.Â
---
A few days later you and Logan find yourselves on the balcony of the mansion, taking in the peaceful surroundings. Logan leans against the wooden railing, his eyes lost in the horizon.
âNever really get used to these quiet times, do you?â Logan mutters, taking a drag from his cigar.
You sit beside him, your posture relaxed but alert. âItâs a stark change from the chaos, thatâs for sure. But I guess we need these moments to recharge.â
Logan exhales a plume of smoke, glancing over at you. âRecharge, huh? I guess you really did a number back there. Flying us out, unleashing fire⌠It made me rethink a lot of things.â
You raise an eyebrow, curious. âOh? What are you thinking now?â
He shifts, his expression thoughtful. âI thought you were just another oddity at the school. But seeing you in action⌠Youâve got a lot more going on than I realized. Thereâs a strength there I didnât see before.â
A soft smile tugs at your lips. âThanks. It means a lot to hear that from you.â
Logan shrugs, a faint grin on his face. âI guess we both have our surprises.â
You laugh lightly. âSeems like it. Iâve seen a different side of you too. Youâre not just the gruff loner I thought you were.â
Loganâs eyes soften. âYeah, well, I suppose Iâve got my own stuff to work through. Youâre not the only one with a past.â
âYouâre right,â you say, your tone gentle. âWe all carry our burdens.â
A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, the eveningâs calm settling in. Logan reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small, crumpled piece of paper. He unfolds it carefully, revealing a sketch of the ancient temple you explored. It captures the essence of the placeâits grandeur and hidden menace.
âI drew this after our mission,â Logan says, offering it to you. âThought you might like it.â
You accept the sketch, your fingers tracing the lines. âItâs really good. Thank you. No oneâs ever taken the time to understand the significance of these places to me before.â
Logan chuckles, a hint of amusement in his eyes. âI guess weâre not so different after all. Weâve both got our own battlesâ
âYeah. And weâre fighting them together now.â
Loganâs grin widens slightly. âLetâs try not to make a habit of almost getting killed, though.â
---
Realizing the potential he saw in you and Logan wasnât a hoax, Charles assigned you to more missions together, hoping to strengthen the bond between you and harness your combined skills. Each mission brought its own challenges, but the respect and understanding you had developed for one another made you an unstoppable duo.Â
There was a palpable shift in the air during these joint ventures. Loganâs gruff exterior softened around you, and his trust in your abilities grew. You, in turn, found yourself relying on his raw strength and experience more than you ever expected. The missions, though often intense, became a testament to your growing synergy.
One day, however, Charles decided to send Logan on a mission without you. The decision came with good intentionsâLogan needed to work independently to regain his confidence and show that he could handle situations on his own. He was sent to investigate a lead on a dangerous group of mutants that had surfaced. It shouldâve been routine. In and out, minimal resistance, standard extraction. But nothing about your life ever goes according to plan, and this time is no exception.
The distress call came through late at night, jarring you awake from a restless sleep. The voice on the other end was strained, panicked. Loganâs voice. You had never heard him like that before.
âThey got me,â he had said, the roughness in his voice edged with something you hadnât heard from him beforeâfear. âDonât know who they are, but theyâre⌠strong. Canât fight âem off.â
The line went dead before you could respond, leaving you wide-eyed and breathless in the darkness.
Now, standing on the deck of a small boat cutting through choppy waters, you replay those words in your mind, over and over. The coordinates he managed to send you led to a remote island, far off any known mapsâa place of whispers and legends, rumored to be inhabited by creatures of immense power and terrifying abilities. Mutants, yes, but something else too. Something different.
Cyclops-like mutants. You remember the stories from the older X-Men, of a time when creatures with a single, glowing eye roamed the earth. You had been too busy mourning the loss of your people to be aware of what else was going on around the world. They had been driven to extinction, or so everyone thought. But it seems that, just like the ones who destroyed your kind, they had simply been lying in wait.
You glance at the island now coming into view, its rocky cliffs rising sharply from the water, shrouded in mist. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you sense the power emanating from the place, the dark, ancient energy that pulses like a heartbeat beneath the surface.
Thereâs no turning back. You tighten your grip on the wheel, the wind whipping through your hair as you steer the boat toward a small, concealed cove. Itâs time to see just how far your powers can take you.
You drop anchor in the shallows, the boat rocking gently as you strip down to your tactical suit. The fabric clings to your body, designed to be lightweight and flexible, perfect for what youâre about to do. With a deep breath, you dive into the water, feeling the cool embrace of the ocean as you slip beneath the surface.
As soon as youâre fully submerged, the change begins. Your skin hardens, taking on a faint shimmer as it transforms into scales. Your fingers and toes elongate, webbing forming between them, allowing you to cut through the water with incredible speed. Your vision sharpens, the murky depths of the ocean becoming clear as day.
You swim toward the island, your movements silent and fluid, a predator in your own right. The water is your domain, and you move through it with ease, your body perfectly adapted to the environment. You can feel the power coursing through your veins, the ancient, draconic energy that makes you who you are. Itâs exhilarating, but you keep it in check, focusing on the task at hand.
The cove is narrow, hidden by jagged rocks that would tear apart any normal vessel. But you slip through them effortlessly, the scales of your skin providing protection against the sharp edges. You surface silently, peering over the edge of the rocks to get a better look at the islandâs interior.
Itâs as eerie as you imagined, a landscape of twisted trees and dark shadows, the air thick with the scent of decay. And there, in the center of it all, is a massive stone fortress, old and crumbling, yet still formidable. Itâs clear that the cyclops mutants have made this place their home, and itâs equally clear that Logan is being held inside.
Your heart clenches at the thought of him, trapped and possibly tortured, and you have to force yourself to remain calm. Logan is toughâone of the toughest people you knowâbut even he has his limits. You have to reach him before those limits are tested too far.
With a final deep breath, you haul yourself out of the water, your body instantly adapting to the new environment. Your skin returns to its normal state, the webbing between your fingers and toes retracting as you prepare to move on land. You move quickly, keeping to the shadows as you approach the fortress.Â
The entrance is heavily guarded, as you expected. Two massive cyclops mutants stand watch, their single glowing eyes scanning the area with unnerving precision. You study them for a moment, assessing their strengths and weaknesses. Theyâre strong, undoubtedly, but you have the advantage of surprise and agility. You crouch low, waiting for the right moment. When one of the guards shifts slightly, turning his attention away from the entrance for just a second, you make your move. In a blur of motion, you spring forward, your claws extending as you strike. The first guard doesnât even have time to react before your claws rip through his throat, silencing him instantly.
The second guard is more alert, swinging a massive fist toward you, but youâre already moving, ducking beneath his arm and driving your claws into his chest. His eye widens in shock before the light fades, and he collapses to the ground with a heavy thud.
You donât waste any time, slipping inside the fortress before anyone else can notice. The interior is as dark and foreboding as the exterior, with narrow, twisting corridors that seem to go on forever. You move silently, your senses on high alert as you navigate the labyrinth of stone and shadow.
You find Logan in the deepest part of the fortress, chained to a wall in a small, dimly lit cell. He looks battered but not broken, his eyes narrowing in defiance as he glares at the door, ready to fight anyone who comes through it. But when he sees you, his expression softens, a mixture of relief and concern flickering in his gaze.
âTook you long enough,â he grumbles.
âWouldâve been here sooner if you hadnât let yourself get caught,â you retort, already working on the chains that bind him.
He snorts. âDidnât exactly have a choice. These bastards are stronger than they look.â
You nod, your expression serious as you focus on freeing him. âI know. But weâll figure a way out. Together.â
Loganâs chains fall to the ground with a heavy clatter, and he flexes his wrists, testing his strength. âTogether? Sounds good to me.â
You help him to his feet, steadying him as he takes a moment to regain his balance. Heâs clearly been through hell, but heâs still standing, still fighting. Itâs one of the things youâve always admired about him, even when you couldnât stand his attitude.
âLetâs get the hell out of here,â he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.
You nod, but before you can move, a deep rumbling sound fills the air, the walls vibrating with the force of it. The ground beneath your feet trembles, and you realize with a sinking feeling that the cyclops mutants know youâre here.
âTime to go,â you say urgently, grabbing Loganâs arm and pulling him toward the exit.
The two of you move quickly, navigating the twisting corridors with practiced ease. But itâs not long before the mutants catch up to you, their heavy footsteps echoing through the fortress as they close in. You can hear their growls, low and menacing, and you know youâre in for a fight.
Logan doesnât need any encouragement. Heâs already on the prowl, his claws extended as he charges toward the nearest mutant. The two of you fight side by side, a lethal combination of strength and raw power. Loganâs claws tear through flesh and bone with brutal efficiency, while you use your claws and wings to strike with precision and speed.
But the cyclops mutants are relentless, their sheer size and strength making them formidable opponents. For every one you take down, two more seem to take their place. The battle is intense, the air filled with the sound of clashing steel and guttural roars.
In the midst of the chaos, one of the mutants lands a heavy blow to Loganâs side, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. Your heart lurches as you see him go down, and something inside you snaps. A fierce, draconic roar escapes your lips as your wings unfurl, their scales gleaming in the dim light. Your body shifts, your scales hardening as your claws grow longer and sharper.Â
You launch yourself at the mutants with a ferocity youâve never felt before, your claws tearing through their defenses like paper. Your wings whip through the air, knocking them off balance, while your scales protect you from their attacks. Itâs a dance of death, a whirlwind of power and accuracy that leaves the mutants reeling.
From his place on the ground, Logan watches as you take down the last of the cyclops mutants, your body glowing with the aftereffects of your transformation. You stand amidst the carnage, your chest heaving with exertion, but thereâs a fire in your eyes that hasnât been there beforeâa fire that burns with a fierce determination to protect the man you care about.
âDamn,â Logan mutters as he pushes himself to his feet, wincing slightly. âRemind me not to get on your bad side.â
You canât help but smile, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. âWhat if you already are on my bad side?â you tease, though thereâs no real bite to your words.
He chuckles, the sound low and rough. âFair enough.â
With the mutants defeated, you and Logan make your way back through the fortress, the oppressive atmosphere beginning to lift with each step you take. As you reach the outer wall, you glance up at the sky, the mist beginning to clear as dawn approaches. You can see the small boat you came in anchored in the cove, waiting to take you both to safety. Logan follows your gaze, then looks back at you, his expression unreadable.
âReady to get out of here?â you ask, your voice low as you take a step closer to him.
He nods, his eyes softening as he looks at you. âMore than ready.â
Without another word, you extend your wings, the powerful muscles flexing as they unfurl to their full span. Logan watches you with admiration and something else, something deeper that heâs not ready to voice just yet. You wrap your arms around his waist, and with a powerful beat of your wings, you lift off the ground, carrying him into the air.
The flight back to the cove is short, but itâs enough time for you to feel the tension in Loganâs body start to ease as the wind rushes past. You land gracefully on the deck of the boat, setting Logan down gently before retracting your wings. He lingers for a moment, his hands still on your shoulders, as if reluctant to let go.
âThanks for the save⌠Againâ he murmurs.
âAnytime,â you reply, your heart skipping a beat at the closeness between you. You pull away slightly, not wanting to dwell on the feeling too much, and move to untie the boat from the anchor.
Logan takes a seat on the bench, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. Youâre aware of his gaze as you work, but you try to focus on the task at hand. The sooner you get back to the school, the sooner you can both recover from this ordeal.
The boat cuts through the water smoothly, and the silence between you is comfortable, the need for words unnecessary. Logan leans back, closing his eyes as he lets the sun warm his face. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the lines of his face, the slight smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
Youâre almost back at the mainland when Logan finally breaks the silence. âYou know,â he says, his voice deep and filled with thought, âIâve been through a lot in my life. Seen a lot, done a lot. But Iâve never met anyone quite like you.â
Your hands still on the wheel, and you turn to face him fully, your heart beating a little faster.
âWhat do you mean?â
He opens his eyes and looks at you, his gaze steady and unwavering. âYouâre strong, tougher than anyone Iâve ever known. But itâs more than that. You⌠you donât give up on people, even when they donât deserve it. Even when theyâre as messed up as me.â
âLogan,â you start, but he shakes his head, cutting you off.
âLet me finish,â he says, his tone gentle but firm. âYouâre always there, always fighting, and I⌠I donât think Iâve ever thanked you for that. For everything youâve done, not just today, but since the day we met.â
Youâre at a loss for words, the sincerity in his voice taking you by surprise. Logan isnât the type to open up easily, to admit to needing anyone. But here he is, doing just that, and it makes your chest tighten with emotion.
âYou donât have to thank me,â you finally manage to say, âI did what anyone else wouldâve done.â
He gives you a look, one that says he doesnât believe that for a second. âNo, you didnât. You did what you do best. You fought for me. And I think⌠I think itâs time I stop fighting against this.â
âAgainst what?â you ask, though you have a feeling you already know.
Logan takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what heâs about to say. âAgainst what I feel for you. Against this⌠connection between us. Iâve been pushing it away, trying to ignore it, but I canât do that anymore.â
Your breath catches in your throat as his words sink in. Youâve felt it too, the pull between you and Logan, the way your hearts seem to beat in sync when youâre together. But you never thought he felt the same way, never dared to hope that he could see you as more than just a teammate.
âLogan, IâŚâ You struggle to find the right words, the ones that will convey everything youâre feeling.
âI feel it too. I have for a long time. Since the temple. But I was scared. Scared that it would ruin what we have, that it would make things complicated.â
âThings are already complicated,â he says with a wry smile, but thereâs a warmth in his eyes that wasnât there before. âBut that doesnât mean we shouldnât try.â
You nod, your heart swelling with a mixture of hope and apprehension. The boat slowly comes to a stop upon the reaching the shore, but you donât make a move to get out. âSo⌠what do we do now?â
Logan reaches out, taking your hand in his, the roughness of his skin a comforting contrast to the softness of the moment. âWe see where this goes. And if it gets too complicated, we deal with it together. Like we always do.â
Loganâs eyes search yours, his gaze tender and filled with unspoken promise. Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. Itâs a gentle touch, a careful exploration of the emotions that have been building between you.
You respond with equal tenderness, your hand still in his as the kiss deepens. The kiss is more than just a physical act; itâs a melding of hearts, a silent declaration of the feelings youâve both been holding back.
When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, a shared smile lighting up your faces, and for the first time in a long time, the future seems less daunting.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I've been lurking for so long and have finally decided to start writing again. I think I gotta write smut or something after this - it was sooo dramatic and for what LOL.
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logan howlett blurb 18+
hi hi im sorry guys this isnt awesome but i love my wolverine and maybe ill make a part two or perhaps something cool like that if ya like it! also just general warning for smut and some kinky age gap stuff! also. reader is fem and a mutant! word count: 1030 edit: you can now read a full version of this blurb here!
You are absolutely enthralled with him. Itâs actually sort of pathetic how your fingers twitch at the sight of him, at how the mention of his name or god forbid the sound of his voice makes your head snap up, attention deficit disorders be damned!
Funnily enough, you had no damn interest in Xavierâs stupid mutant school, because to you, youâre not an outsider because of your mutant abilities (that donât have much of a physical apparition, at least one that you canât hide) but because thereâs never been much of a place for you to fit in.
But, you were behind on rent and of course, you fucking hate your job, so why not? Youâd be able to be slightly less of a freak, and youâd get free room and board in the process! (Where Charles gets all of his money, you do not know.)
And because youâre a little older, Charles doesnât force you to sit in a class room to learn about basic arithmetic and grammar lessons, so you really only do some training around three times a day, you have your own room (with a dusty box under the other bed, you also suspect your room used to be the âsexâ room) and you have the weekends off.
So for a twenty something year old with few ambitions, the social skills of a Martian with autism, and a huge crush on every older emotionally unavailable man you meet, itâs a pretty good set-up.
Youâre waiting for time to pass in the garden, just reading a rather interesting book that Charles had recommended after he noticed you needed something to pass time before you started making bad decisions.
You hear his heavy footsteps on the gravel before you see him. Your heart beats faster, but you will yourself, do everything in your power not to glance up at him. And you let out a breath as you succeed, keeping your head down.
âIn your natural habitat, are you, spitfire?â Your head darts up to himâThereâs no way he isnât talking to you, you know youâre the only one in this garden. And you can see his lips twitch up and you want to crawl out of your skin!
âMy-My natural habitat?â You laugh, closing the book youâre reading because your attention is locked to him now.
âYeah, seems like it.â He saunters on up to you and sits on the bench next to you.
And letâs make something very clearâ
Logan Howlett does not sit.
This man poses, as if thereâs always some invisible camera capturing every frame of movement, from the way his legs spread out, to the way his chest lifts when he inhales.
Fuck, you think you might die if you canât suck him off right now.
âAnd what exactly is my uh.. habitat?â You question.
He takes out his lighter and a cigar, placing the cigar in his mouth as he gestures to the space around the two of you, lighter in hand.
âA garden.â He says, matter of facility, as his voice is muffled only the slightest bit by the cigar.
And you just sort of look at him before asking,
âOh, you enjoy being boiled down to your mutations, Claws?â You question, and as he goes to light the cigar, he smirks.
âAlright, you gotta admit though, it is clichĂŠ!â
You are absolutely in agreement, there is zero doubt you are as much of a walking, breathing, real life living, stereotype.
âIt is not!â And the pair of you give each other this look, like youâre both shocked at how whiney that statement is!
âUh-huh, sure, Spitfire.â It sounds almost like heâs purring at you.
When he lights his cigar, heâs sort of eying you for your reaction, whatever you might say.
âYou know, smoking is not only bad for you, itâs awful for the environment.â
âYouâre probably the most clichĂŠ little freak around here.â Which.. honestly..? Shouldnât possibly turn you on as much as it does.
You just stare at him for a minute, and he smirks.
âCat got your tongue?â
And maybe itâs stupid and maybe itâs immature but your hand just comes over to fiddle with the pointed part of his hair.
âWeâll you certainly look the part.â He just looks at you, and honestly? The way heâs looking at you, itâs like heâs proud of you for teasing him.
âAw, thereâs my little spitfire,â He teases, just to see how red you get. And red you areâ itâs embarrassing. And hereâs the kickerâYou are young. Exceptionally young, and whatâs insane about that? How horny it makes both you and Logan.
The idea of fucking your innocent cunt, tight and all his, drives him genuinely mad. And you are, quite literally, a whore for the idea of riding this older manâs dick. You know heâs bigâsometimes you see the outerline of it when he walks away from you all huffy and puffy.
âYouâre a tease, Claws.â You respond, raising an eyebrow at him.
âSays you,â he raises and eyebrow, leaning closer to you now, âYouâre the one laying around in the sun, looking like that.â
âLooking like this?â You scoff. Youâre wearing a muscle tee and a pair of ripped jeans, but the gaps are huge and he can see your thighs. He wants to devour you, and you would let him if he only asked.
And letâs be clearâhe is fucking you with his eyes. Thereâs no way to go around it.
âI think youâre just.. horny.â You tease, and he just growls. Seriously, this man who is undressing you with his eyes, growls, because he does want you and he is horny!
âI think youâre onto something.â He purrs, and you want to just.. god. You donât know how to express the pit of desire that grows in you. âI would fuck you until you couldnât think, right here among your pretty flowers. Would you like that, baby?â he asks, his hand finding your thigh.
But you just cough on the smoke from his cigar, before frowning.
âYou really shouldnât smoke.â
"Aw, I'll make it up to you," he smirks, "Promise, spitfire."
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you snooped through my wallet? | scott summers
pairing: scott summers x fem!reader warning(s): i would say this is pretty angsty? scott being a little avoidant, logan is kinda mean in this one? lots of fluff and comfort though! i should also mention reader is not a mutant! i could not think of any special powers i wanted to include.
if someone were to ask you, you would tell them you knew everything about the students scott taught at xavier's school for gifted youngsters. he even told you about his coworkers and their beautiful abilities. you always listened to his stories with an open mind and a smile on your face. you swore you fell in love a little more each time he spoke so passionately about what he does.
now, if someone were to ask one of scott's students or coworkers what they knew about you, they'd either stare blankly or laugh in their face. you see, scott didn't think of you as a secret, if there was anything scott was more passionate about than his job, it was you.
so why did it seem like he was hesitant to tell everyone about your relationship?
it made no sense to you. when scott first asked you to be his girlfriend, you raced back to your apartment and immediately called your mom. your gloating got to a point where you had your own coworkers asking where they could "find one like him". perhaps you boasted about your lovely boyfriend a bit too much, because now you were starting to feel like a major issue was rising in the relationship.
that was until late one night when you heard a soft knock on your door. you shuffled out of bed, grabbing a kitchen knife on your way, just in case there was a polite masked murderer on the other side of the door. checking through the peephole, you're instantly met with red lenses. letting out a sigh of relief, you undo the deadbolt and open the door wide enough to let scott in. you see his eyebrows quirk up as he spots the weapon in your hand,
"you can never be too careful, summers," you respond, leading him into your living room and turning on your lamp.
"who would gently knock on your door at this hour?" he asked, sitting down on your loveseat sofa.
"my other boyfriend," you quipped, shooting him a teasing glare. "water?"
"i'm okay for now. you seriously aren't gonna ask why i'm here?" he watches you as you move. right now, he wished you'd just stay in one place. your pacing and opening cabinets and fridges was making him more nervous than he already was.
"well, i didn't get a 'you up' text, so i'm going to assume this isn't a late night booty-call," you spoke and took a seat right next to him.
"i'm afraid not, either way if that was the case i wouldn't have given you the chance to get that glass of water," he joked and you only scoffed, taking a sip from said cup in your hand.
"how cute, scotty," you playfully rolled your eyes. "what's up? everything okay? i do appreciate any chance i get to see my beautiful boyfriend, but not when we have plans to see each other in...five hours," you finished and could see the man before you tense up a bit.
"do you think that i could do more for you?" he blurted out, fidgeting with his hands. you were a bit puzzled, you had never seen scott so nervous. and this was someone who was normally so confident that he didn't even need to ask you what you wanted to do, he had reservations and plans made.
"baby, relax a little bit," you started, setting your water down on your coffee table. "where is this coming from? what you mean 'more'? you do more than enough already."
"like, bring you around to the mansion. have you meet my students, meet charles of all people. do you think i'm ashamed of you?" he continued to ramble and you had to stop him.
"okay, i seriously need you to take a deep breath, hon. what's going on? what's got you so in your head?" your eyes scanning over him for some type of clue.
he let you know about the past few hours spent at the mansion.
an issue that plagued xavier's school for gifted youngsters was the topic of dinner. you would think they'd have bigger things to worry about than what they were going to be eating for the night, but you would sadly be mistaken.
"i don't know scott, i'm not really feeling pizza tonight," ororo spoke, flipping through the pages of whatever book she picked up recently.
"okay, what about from that indian place we all like? you were talking about their samosas the other day!" he replied. takeout was pretty rare at the mansion, everyone having their own regimen and meal preps for each day. today was not one of those days, considering that the team had dealt with a difficult mission earlier. so of course, not a lot of thought was put into dinner.
"if there is nothing else you can think of, then i guess so. you paying?" she looked to him, setting her book down for a brief moment.
"if it will make you agree, then i don't mind. let the others know, need to order before it's too late," he said while grabbing a menu.
with the amount of food ordered, no one was expecting a speedy delivery. that's why everyone hurried off and found something to busy themselves with while waiting. including scott, who went up to his room to make sure he'd call you for the night. he told you about the class he taught earlier that day, the mission he had been on a few hours ago, and how he was planning on ending his night. he even promised you that he would see you tomorrow, suggesting the two of you head to the county fair that was being held outside of town. though he wished he could have stayed on the phone with you forever, he ended the call and hurried downstairs. the rustling of paper bags and chatter filled his ears. the food was definitely here.
"hey, everyone. sorry i wasn't downstairs when they got here, i would have paid. that was all sorted out though, right?" he asked after apologizing, feeling a bit bad that he couldn't answer the door himself.
"don't worry, bub," logan spoke, "you didn't need to hurry up and end your phone call with princess charming."
"excuse me?" scott asked, looking at the man like his mutant powers made him grow three additional heads.
"leave the delivery guy's tip out the next time you rush off to take a phone call is all i'm gonna say," the man replied.
"you snooped through my wallet, logan? seriously?" with this, the rest of the kitchen got quiet, everyone's attention turning to the two men.
"i didn't! word travels pretty fast here," was all logan mumbled out, and turned to face jean.
"jean? you went through my wallet?" scott turned to his former girlfriend, who looked almost speechless.
"okay, i did! but i wasn't 'snooping'. like logan said, you didn't leave the delivery guy's tip. so i thought if i just went in and got an extra five it would be fine. was a bit shocked when i saw the girl, though," she explained.
"well, we can't all be hung up on the past," scott bit back, and this made jean sigh and logan scoff.
"for your information, my girlfriend and i are just fine," logan retorted and stepped in front of scott, blocking jean from his sight.
"what's that supposed to mean?" scott raises his voice just a bit, not wanting to scare anyone away.
"it means that you have a picture of a girl we can only assume is your girlfriend in your wallet and for some reason, tonight was the first time any of us even knew of her existence. everything okay at lover's lane, bub?" logan questioned, looking at scott defiantly.
"don't talk about her!" scott warned him, trying to push past the man.
"you're right, you're right. you shouldn't speak on people you don't know, scotty," logan teased and it only made scott cringe.
after a long pause hung in the air, everyone went back to situating themselves for dinner. if anything, they'd be nosy about scott's new girlfriend and his little argument with logan after their stomachs were full.
scott didn't even want to eat. he felt his appetite ruin as logan spoke about you. it didn't help that logan spoke so highly of his ex-girlfriend, but for him to not even know you and think he can make assumptions about you and him was enough to put scott off for the rest of the night.
he excused himself after finishing what he could from his meal. making his way back up to his room, he spotted ororo about to walk into the library.
"you okay?" she asked, just wanting to check in on him.
"besides feeling like the shittiest boyfriend alive? i think i'm doing okay," he tried to laugh it off, but the joke fell flat.
"listen," ororo started, "i don't think you're a terrible boyfriend. i think that the line of work you put yourself in is not one that you planned on exposing your girlfriend to, at least not now. she's not a mutant, right?"
scott nodded and ororo continued,
"bringing her around here would be lovely, and i of all people would love to meet her. i need to pick her brain and see how she deals with you," she laughed and successfully got a chuckle out of scott. "but this is why we set boundaries, and have little relationship milestones. don't let anyone make you feel awful because you're doing the right thing and going slow with her, okay?" ororo asked, hand landing on scott's shoulder to offer him some type of comfort.
"thanks, ororo. a part of me just doesn't want her to feel like she needs to worry about me being here. i still work and live with my ex-girlfriend, and for her to be reminded of that every time she comes here isn't something i want her to overthink about. i don't want it to hurt us," scott ranted, finally revealing all his fears and the main reason why he didn't want to introduce you so soon.
"don't you think it might hurt you both more if you don't introduce her and keep hiding her from this place?" it was almost as if all the lights went off in scott's head, and he finally understood he shouldn't continue hiding one part of his life that he cherished from the other.
ending the conversation off, he thanked ororo for her advice and promised her that she'd get to meet you sooner than she expected.
"i'll hold you to it," the woman smiled back as she disappeared into the dimly lit library.
after hearing him recount the entire night to you, you took a deep breath and found the hand of his that was closest to you, taking it in your grasp. you brought it up to your face and kissed it over and over. you hoped it would calm him down, but scott would tell you that your lack of a spoken response worried him a little bit.
"i think," you finally spoke, "that for a while, i was sort of offended that i was this hidden part of you. i felt like every time i would mention a friend of yours, or ask how a certain student was doing, you'd close yourself off. i mean, i'm no mutant but i felt like it was something you were uncomfortable with me mentioning? so i backed off," you explained.
"it also didn't help when you'd mention that there was an upcoming gala you had to go to, or that the mansion was hosting some kind of small party, and i'd sit and wonder if i was ever going to get an invite," you finished, letting go of everything that was weighing you down for the past month.
scott looked defeated, and you could tell he was feeling bad. though you wanted to tell him that he there was no need to continue beating himself up about it, you wanted to give him time to speak for himself.
"i just...what i do is really special to me. and you're incredibly special to me. i have this weird feeling that if i introduce you to everyone, things might fall apart," he let out, and you looked at him sympathetically.
"you'll never know if you don't try, honey," you whispered to him as you kissed his cheek.
it was decided then. scott knew he wanted to introduce you sometime soon, but didn't know how soon. he asked you if you would be comfortable meeting everyone after the little trip you two were taking tomorrow. you could only smile and tell him it was perfectly fine with you.
as scott watched you interact with those living in the house, he doesn't understand why he never wanted these two important parts of his life to interact with each other. it was endearing, truly. watching you laugh with rogue, go back and forth with logan, and even answer all of ororo's questions. while conversing with jean, his eyes met yours from across the room and you could only grin back at him. he doesn't know what he was ever scared of. though his nerves died down a little bit, there was still one person that scott was a bit anxious for you to interact with.
"excuse me," you two heard as you made your way back into scott's arms. turning around, you felt scott's grip on your waist tighten, and your eyes met with the man who was before you.
"hello! you must be-" you excitedly chirped before he politely interrupted,
"professor charles xavier. it is so wonderful to finally meet you," the older man answered with a warm smile.
a/n: hello everyone! i hope that you enjoyed what you've read! i've been searching for scott fics all over and have found almost nothing so i decided to just write one on my own. i haven't written a full fic in so long so please be kind. thank you so so much!!! <3
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Sometimes I sit here and think about baby Logan, you know the one from the first X-men movie? With the grey hoodie? Yeah that baby Logan. Anyway, I think about Deadpool pulling worst Logan into more time shinaganen shit and of course worst Loganâs gf (who was his gf in his last universe but of course died during the attack, but this one either never met her universe Logan or something) and somehow, she runs into baby first Xmen Logan wearing the grey hoodie and running around clueless as where the hell he is, until he bumps into a surprisingly pretty woman who for some reason is cooing over him and calling him a precious baby,(and did she just pspspspsps at me?? Iâm not a fucking cat? No the hair doesnât look like cat ears?! The hell wrong with you lady?!) and he only gets her name before a older version of him in a gaudy yellow suit shows up to grab her and take her away, grumbling about having to keep track of two overgrown toddlers while a mouthy guy in a red leather suit says some stupid shit before following after the older version of Logan into some strange portal. Of course soon after baby Logan gets found by Xavier and when he ask who the woman named y/n is, Xavier just looks at him confused. (Of course perhaps that Logan will meet y/n a few years down the road, or he never sees her again, a shame really, she was quiet a looker, despite being so weird, he can stand being called a baby or a kitten by her again)
Waking up in a strange building is one thing, but walking out of an elevator to find a woman starting him down is anotherâespecially when she keeps calling him kitty.
âOh my god, look at you! Youâre so young!â Her voice is high-pitched, oohing and ahhing at him like some kind of attraction. Maybe itâd piss him off more if you didnât look so cute doing it.
âCute lil kitten arenât you? And your ears are so fluffy!â
You reach up to touch his hair, and he would grab your hand if someone else didnât already beat him to it.
A gaudy yellow suit is the first thing he sees, thenâwhat the fuck?
âDoll, I told you not to go wandering off,â the stranger says, and itâs now that his day goes from bizarre to fucking impossible because heâs staring at himself. Older, sure, but his voice, his body, damn near everythingâ
âOh peanut! Itâs time to go!â Says another man in a bright red jumpsuit, and he can hear the other man groan in response.
âAlright, you heard him.â
âAw,â you complain, following after the two of them. âWanted to pet him before we go.â
You wave to the younger man behind you, giving him a wink along with your name. âCome find me when youâre all grown up kitty! Iâll be waiting for you!â
âWaitâ!â
His words fall on deaf ears, the trio disappearing soon after in a yellow doorway. His jaw drops, unsure of what just happened was real or if heâs just high as a fucking kite.
After a couple of introductions and many confused glances, he finds out that the three people he met are not students or professors, and that no one in the room had ever seen them before. Years pass along with many, many, life changing events and his odd welcome party becomes a memory of the past.
That is, until he finds out Charles has hired a new school counselor, and she looks just a bit too similar to be a coincidence. Once he gets over the shock he extends his hand, to which you accept.
âNames Logan.â He says, and you give yours in return, the same name you gave him all those years ago. Itâs now that you point to his hair with a small smile.
âDo you style your hair or does it always come out like that?â
His eyebrow raises, unsure of the line of questioning. âNot really? Why do you ask?â
You open your mouth, then close it with a shake of your head. âForget it, youâre gonna think itâs silly.â
âOh yeah?â Logan replies. âTry me.â
You bite your lip, debating on whether you should speak, eventually choosing to bite the bullet. âWell, itâs just that your hair kinda looks like ears. Yâknow, like a cat.â
His chuckle is instant, evolving into a laugh. Youâre getting more and more nervous, afraid you said something wrong until his hand gives you a good pat on the shoulder.
âYâknow, youâre the second girl to tell me that,â he muses, leaning in close. âBut come to think of it, âkittyâ has a better ring to it, donâtcha think?â
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would yandere Charles Xavier...baby trap his beloved?
OH......YEAH!!!! <3
(cws: DDDNE, fem!reader, crazy fucked up n-con, babytrapping, drunk sex, drugging, pregnancy talk, jealousy, dirty talk, super manipulative yandere charles)
I'm thinking Days of Future Past Charles again....the yearning. The loving glimpses of the life with you he let slip through his fingers. Every day that he's without you is painful, but when he finds you again, he's complete.
There's no way he can let that happen again. Ever. You belong to him. You're part of him. He's become so disillusioned by your reappearance in his life that he can't focus on anything but you. If you let him, all he would do is make love to you every day, kiss you, hold you in his arms, sweep your feet out from under you and carry you wherever you wanted to go. Even when you plead with him to stop taking the drugs, he's just so hooked on the feeling of being there for you that he wants his legs more than his powers. Plus, the sex is incredible when his mind isn't filled with thoughts and worries, and he can move around as freely as he wants. And part of it is perhaps willful ignorance--there's a quiet part of him that doesn't want to hear any negative thoughts in your head. He wants to live in the blissful delusion that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you, that you want all the same things he does.
And one of those is, well...home. Charles is tired of the people he loves cycling in and out--he's sick of losing people and watching everything he cares about slip away slowly. He has a place to call home, but nothing to fill it with that's distinctly his. It's been a shelter for so long, for Raven, for the X Men, for his students, but he craves something more. Family.
But you can give him that. It would be a blessing, wouldn't it? On good days he watches the way you move, how your eyes light up with your laughter, the sun setting a glow over your skin. It's crude, but he can't help it; you would look so good pregnant. You'd get a cute waddle in your walk, a bump, and you'd have to rely on him so much more to help you when you're far along. He could put a ring on your finger and try for your first the very same night--nobody has to know you haven't had the wedding yet, and who would even care?
When you start having sex regularly, on the daily now that Charles has his muse back, it's obvious he's being risky. Coaxing you into letting him slip the rubber off, so sincere as he promises you he'll pull out...but each time he gets close, so close, that you have to keep your wits about you just to make sure you cry for him to slow down before he lets it get out of hand. The twitching and pulsing and throbbing inside you is so good, but you know Charles is acting strange about doing it unprotected. You gain a sense that he's hiding something but you want to trust your beloved, so you neglect to insist on using condoms again.
That's your own mistake. Charles tries to convince you to let him cum in you, at least once, but he gets more insistent around the time you should be ovulating. It's even harder for you to resist him at that time, but you manage to hold your ground--until he resorts to truly dirty tactics, and gets the two of you drunk while you've got the mansion all to yourselves. As usual, he's handsy right off the bat, kissing you while his belt buckle digs into your soft thigh. He just barely manages to guide you upstairs while he stumbles himself, laughing and cackling along with you as you lean on each other and teeter about the corridor like the drunken fools you are.
As it turns out, Charles is a pretty good actor. And as badly as he feels about it initially, mixing that powder into your drink really did make it easier for him to get his way--you're already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and when you trip and fall back against the floor as you stumble into his bedroom, all you can do is giggle dazedly with your eyes closed like you're floating on cloud nine. As he crawls on top of you to help you up (with no intention of actually doing so) he's deft in hiking up your skirt, and though in your drunken state you're conscious enough to tease about him not being as wasted as he seemed, your addled mind has no idea just how true that turns out to be.
When his buckle finally comes loose and he's slowly sliding it in, it's paradise. Your body is willing and your mind is void of common sense; you're barely staying awake as he takes you right there on the floor, skirt pooled around your hips as Charles mutters praises under his breath. "Right there, so tight--such a good mother, you'll make such a good mother, darling-" He can't stop, he might just be addicted to your drugged pussy from that moment on. It's foul, it's disgusting, it's wrong, but when he hitches his hips right up against yours and sucks in a deep breath, knowing you can't say no to what he's about to do, he feels more at peace than he has in years. His shoes squeak against the hardwood as he struggles to pin you down, your limbs twitching and flailing erroneously while he's working on making you a sweet little baby to take care of in the future. Charles eventually resorts to holding your head down with his palm, your cheek pressed to the floor that vibrates with the strength of his thrusts into your pliant body.
"You need this," he mutters under his breath, fighting the guilt settling in his chest at your growing whimpers for mercy. "Last time you ever fucking leave me, whore."
Mmh. Well, maybe he's a little drunk after all. The anger at your disappearance still simmers near the surface, and that betrayal isn't one so easily forgiven. You should be trained out of it so you never make that mistake again. Perhaps becoming a doting mom will fix that defect in you, just as he hopes it fixes the deranged, vile forces inside of him that would have him lure you into something as debased as this. With every plap of his hips growing sticky with your slick, Charles can sense those urges screaming out for him to make you his.
In a haze, he orders you to shut up, to stop that incessant whining and try to enjoy what he's giving you. When you try wiggling your hips away, feebly attempting to escape the pleasure growing harder to resist, he yanks you back on his length and bruises your tits in his rough hands as recompense. If he wasn't intent on impregnating you, he would flip you over and show you how mean he can really get--but he has a job to do first, and he won't let you out from under him until you can't walk without spilling his seed. Even if Erik never laid a hand on you during these long years apart, you still chose another man to scamper off with, and that will never happen again....not if you're all swollen with his baby.
"I-I'll swallow it, Ch-Charlie-" You slur, trailing off into mindless blabber as he bends your knees back to your chest. So cute. You think you can talk yourself out of it, but he's already there--already bursting at the seams with the promise of new life, already biting down on your neck like a hound as the heat overwhelms him and fills you with ropes of thick, virile cum. So potent your body already eases to welcome him in, and your walls tighten and clench when he pulls out, like you don't want to spill even a drop.
You're so fucking drunk, you can't even keep your head up. You look a right sloppy mess, laying there with your skirt pulled up and cum pooling underneath your hips, as if you're some used sex doll that's been kicked under the bed after serving your purpose. But Charles would never think of you that way, and he wants you to know that; Erik may have stolen you away and poisoned your mind against him, but he clearly abandoned you too once he'd taken everything he wanted from you. Yes, he may have taken advantage of you now in a sickening way, but it was for a good reason, wasn't it?
Yes, it was for all the right reasons. Charles has to tell himself that to stave off the guilt that follows, the tension in your shoulders when next he touches you and the fear of him that may never go away. Soon, you'll see that his efforts have borne fruit. And when you tear up and collapse in a panic at the result of the test in your hands, Charles, your Charlie, will be right there to soothe you with promises that everything will be alright.
#charles xavier#charles xavier x reader#x men#yandere x men#yandere charles xavier#spicy writing#days of future past#ellie writes#anons
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Cataloguing my top ten Cherik fics in order of popularity, in case anyone fancies some new reading material đ
https://archiveofourown.org/users/FuryRed/works
Five Nights in Nuremberg
When Charles escapes from the mutant prison he has been held in for the last two years he knows that heâs going to need help to avoid being recaptured.
What he doesnât expect is that help will come in the form of a mysterious German man who rescues Charles and takes him to his home; a handsome stranger who, frustratingly, doesnât speak a single word of EnglishâŚ
Bound
Is there anything worse than someone elseâs wedding? Well, perhaps your sisterâs wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.
Charles hadnât seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasnât looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who heâd given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heartâŚ
Can You Feel My Heart
Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier.
Itâs as true as the words written on the wall in the bathroom at the university that Erik attends. Erik sees them one day- accompanied by a crude drawing of Erik and Charles glaring at each other- and recognises the truth of the sentence, and smiles.
He hates Charles.
ProbablyâŚ
The Best You Never Had
By the time Erik is in his late twenties he has grown tired of his mother meddling in his love life- always setting him up on numerous dates with various suitors.
But then Erikâs mother offers to set him up with someone he used to know- the gorgeous blue-eyed boy Erik had a crush on in school, the boy Erik desperately wishes he had been nicer to.
How Erik ends up entering into a fake relationship with the man in order to keep his mother happy is anyoneâs guessâŚ
Forgotten
Charles is having a really bad day. Not only has he woken up in the middle of the afternoon with no idea where he is or how he got there, but when he returns home heâs confronted by a stranger with intense eyes, who insists that he knows Charles rather more intimately than Charles remembersâŚ
In Service of the King
Co-authored by the wonderful @pinkoptics
The people of Britannia have been saved from an unbearable fate at the hands of Emperor Shaw. In order to express their immense gratitude, they offer the ultimate tribute- Charles Xavier, the beloved son of their leader.
Far from naive, and even before agreeing to be made a gift, Charles is only too aware of what such an arrangement will entail- a life spent on his knees for more reasons than one... But upon arriving on Genoshaâs shores, it soon becomes clear that sexual submission may not be all that is desired of Charles, and that King Erik may have some notions of how he wishes to be serviced that are not at all what Charles expected...
Power and Control
Charles had done a number of stupid things in his lifetime, but this was probably the worst.
Deciding to piss off the leader of The Brotherhood of Mutants was a recipe for disaster, particularly when said leader had a reputation for swift and bloody vengeance. But, as it turned out, being murdered wasnât what Charles would need to worry about. Apparently thereâs a great many things you can do to exert your power over someone, rather than simply killing themâŚ
Enemies With Benefits
Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are the leaders of two opposing mutant factions; their rivalry played out over televised debates and in the articles of tabloid newspapers.
The tension between them is so palpable that, naturally, everyone assumes they're fucking- which they are, not that Erik is particularly happy about it... But he is content to console himself with the idea that it's just sex and nothing else, and that he is in no way interested in the spoilt little rich boy he can't seem to stay away from.
But then an attempt is made on both their lives and they are relocated to a safe house- a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods. At first Erik hates being forced into such close quarters with Charles, but gradually he begins to realise that 'hate' might not be the emotion driving him after all...
I Know
Charles had always considered himself quite a moral person, so he was as surprised as anyone to one day find himself with his motherâs boyfriend between his legsâŚ
The Right King of Wrong
When Erik accepts a job working as a mechanic for the Xavier family he thinks it will be the solution to all his problems; a way for him to get inside the Xavier mansion without raising suspicion, so he can find out more about the labs rumoured to be hidden in the basement- a location where numerous mutant experiments are said to have taken place.
The mission is only supposed to take a few weeks, but then Erik meets Charles- the nineteen-year-old heir to the Xavier family fortune, who is back from Oxford University for the summer. Rather suddenly all of Erikâs carefully made plans fall spectacularly to pieces as the two of them embark on a love affair that has the potential to alter both of their futures, and their lives, foreverâŚ
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I think an overlooked tragedy that I don't see anyone talk about often enough is Cassandra Nova fully believed that her Charles didn't care for her enough to come looking. When, in fact, the truth is that he did not know he had someone (else) to care for.
We have already seen the things he would do for Raven â the extents he would go to for her, just to make sure that she was safe and happy and okay. We have also already seen the things he would do for fellow mutants, especially his X-Men. So, we know without a doubt, the kind of person Charles Xavier is.
So, there is no reason for Charles not to care for Cassandra unless ... he didn't know. Which, we can deduce, he didn't. Because if he did, it would be as Logan said â He would tear apart the universe to get to her, to get her home.
And it is such a sad and sickening thing to see what happened to the two of them. In another lifetime, perhaps the TVA would not have cut her off so quickly, and they would have been able to grow up side by side and grow into strong people together.
But in this one, Charles will never know his sister, and Cassandra will continue to resent her brother.
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OH MY GOD imagine platonic yandere adults, find out that the reader is their biological child somehow. Maybe from one of the scientists while doing some test and yans find out they need all of there reactions, especally if Wanda and peitro find out they have another sibling.
Ooooooh, yes! Yeah, that WOULD make things different. Because now the adult/s in question feel more attached (or entitled) to Reader, especially if they were someone who turned out very different from them (as in, saner and maybe a bit nicer)...
If it was Magneto who was Reader's biological parent, surprise, he's now doubling his efforts to free himself, his kids, Charles, and the rest of them out. And those who harmed his kids? They'll be dead when he's done with them. Of course, he is going to try and get closer to Reader, attempt to tell them what he now knows. Hopefully they believe him...
If Charles Xavier is Reader's biological parent, oh, what's this? A few guards mysteriously ended up in a coma? Oh, some head scientist who saw him went insane? That's nothing to worry about, but let's talk, try to calm down, and enjoy a bit of peace, shall we? Yeah, Xavier is ready to keep Reader safe, be it by incapacitating their abusers or simply helping calm his kid down. He wants to badly tell them their relation, but he's aware that it might not be a good time. But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long any of them have...
If Logan is Reader's biological parent, he's scared. He doesn't want them to get hurt, and he doesn't want them to be used as a weapon. He also doesn't want to hurt them. But he also wants to be close to them, wants to protect them. He's worried even more, because they could get hurt just for being related to him. He feels like he can be a bit more feral around them if he's their parent, because it's just as likely they're feral, too, and neither one of them would hurt the other when they're like that, would they? He'll be by their side as long as he can, and he'll try his best to keep them safe. He just hopes Reader survives long enough so they can escape...
If Victor was Reader's biological parent, he's ready to break out even sooner. He has a cub? And they're hurt? And they're sweet? And they're his blood? Ooooooooh, he's going to be goring those lab rats when he's free. He can share his kid with Jimmy, Logan, his runt, but the others? ... He'll think about it. He gets more possessive of them, more protective. If Reader is his by blood, then he feels he should have a say in how they handle them... And he won't hurt them, he'll try not to, but they shouldn't run if he goes to collect them. They don't need to be scared of their papa, right? He's keeping them safe, getting rid of their enemies and freeing their friends and uncle...
If Ororo was Reader's biological parent, she'd be very loving and motherly towards them. She'd happily accept them, and she'd be happy to take care of them. She's sorry they're in this situation, and wishes they could have found this all out some other way, but she hopes that they can move past their trauma and heal together, along with Evan and their friends. She will be electrocuting anyone who lays hands on them, and will be keeping Reader close once they've all escaped. She just has to break the news to them first, that they are related... Hopefully it won't make things worse, finding out about all of this...
Mystique would feel happy about it. One of her kids actually likes her? And this child is friends were her other two children? It's perfect! Perhaps she can finally reconnect with them, the way she's wanted to for a long time. She however hates that they're all stuck in this death trap of a place. She'll get rid of the ones who did this to them, and then they can all go home. She has to do this. If not, she could very well lose them all before they've got the chance to leave. She just hopes she can tell Reader about this newfound information next time she sees them...
Hank would enjoy knowing this, while also being bewildered. He, has a child? Him? When did this happen? And with who? Where? Why? It doesn't matter, he supposes. It just matters that he tells them, eventually. And that they survive, and get out. He knows his team, his family, will accept Reader, they already do, so knowing Reader is his kid will only make him more able to have a claim over them, to truly parent them. He already has ideas, and he's so ready to be done with this awful place. All they have to do is make it awhile longer, and it will only be a bad memory...
(I'd gladly discuss each possible parent option further, but I myself like any of the feral guys as possible parents for Reader. What can I say? They're my comfort characters! But I would find it fun if Reader were someone's hidden kid/clone... What do y'all have in mind over this?)
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Unforeseen Love
i may be in my logan howlett era right now, but it's fine! just means some nice little fics for my fav X-Man!
Logan/James Howlett x Reader
They/them pronouns used!!
Summary: While on a mission with Logan, Y/N gets seriously hurt, leading to them being in the medical bay for several days as Hank helps them recover. Although Y/N and Logan had never gotten along, Y/N is surprised when Logan sticks by their side throughout their entire recovery. This ends in a heartfelt, sweet and loving kiss shared by the two!
Unforeseen Love
Logan Howlett, better known as Wolverine, grumbled under his breath as he and Y/N made their way through the dense forest. The tension between them was palpable, and it seemed like sparks could fly any moment. They had despised each other from day one, an inexplicable clash of personalities that neither could overcome.
Little did they know, a deeper connection existed beneath the surface. Y/N had a mutant ability akin to Charles Xavier's, but instead of delving into the thoughts of others, they could sense emotions. Logan, however, had mastered the art of keeping his feelings locked away, a shield that even Y/N couldn't penetrate.
The mission they were on required stealth and precision, a trait Logan excelled in. He led the way, his adamantium claws unsheathed, eyes scanning the surroundings with uncanny precision. Y/N followed, their senses alert but wary of the man they begrudgingly worked alongside.
As they moved deeper into the mission, the unexpected happened. A sudden ambush from an unforeseen enemy left Y/N injured and struggling. Logan's fierce protective instincts kicked in, and he fought with a newfound intensity to ensure Y/N's safety. In the midst of the chaos, a blade grazed Y/N's side, leaving them incapacitated.
The pain hit Y/N like a tidal wave, and Logan's gruff voice called out their name in concern. The world around them blurred as consciousness slipped away.
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When Y/N awoke, the sterile scent of the X-Men's medical facility filled their senses. The pain in their side was dulled, thanks to the advanced healing technology. Blinking against the harsh lights, they groggily turned their head to find Logan sitting nearby, his expression etched with worry.
"Finally awake, huh?" Logan's tone was gruff, but Y/N caught a glimmer of concern in his eyes.
"What happened?" Y/N asked, feigning ignorance to the emotions swirling around them.
Logan hesitated, his usual tough exterior momentarily softened. "You got yourself hurt. It was touch and go for a bit, but Hank patched you up."
Despite the pain, Y/N couldn't help but notice the sincerity in Logan's voice. Their ability to sense emotions hinted at something more, something beyond the animosity that had defined their relationship.
"You were worried about me," Y/N stated, almost as if testing the waters.
Logan grunted, looking away as if annoyed by the revelation. "Don't get used to it. I just didn't want to babysit a rookie."
Y/N smirked, realizing that perhaps there was more to Logan Howlett than met the eye. As they lay in the medical bay, recovering from their injuries, the unspoken connection between them began to unravel. Maybe, just maybe, beneath the layers of resentment, there was a flicker of something elseâan understanding that transcended words.
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The days in the medical bay blurred together for Y/N. Their injuries were healing, but what surprised them even more was Logan's constant presence. He would leave only to return with food, grumbling about the lack of decent grub around the X-Mansion. As much as Logan tried to maintain his tough exterior, there was an unspoken tenderness in the way he cared for Y/N.
As Y/N lay on the medical bay bed on the third day, a subtle shift in the air caught their attention. It wasn't the usual mix of irritation and restraint that emanated from Logan. Instead, an overwhelming sense of love and concern filled the room. Y/N furrowed their brow, confused by this unexpected surge of emotion.
Logan entered the room, carrying a tray of food. His eyes met Y/N's, and for a moment, the gruff exterior wavered. It was as if a floodgate had opened, allowing Y/N to sense the depth of Logan's emotions.
"What's with the sudden outpouring of affection, Howlett?" Y/N teased, trying to hide the vulnerability that was bubbling up within them.
Logan scowled, seemingly caught off guard by the question. "I ain't showin' affection. Just making sure you don't die on us."
Y/N chuckled, but there was a knowing glint in their eyes. "You can't fool me, Logan. I can feel it, you know. The concern, the⌠love."
Logan's expression tightened, and he looked away. The barrier he had meticulously built around his emotions had crumbled, and there was no denying the truth anymore.
"I don't do this mushy crap," Logan grumbled, but his voice lacked the usual conviction.
Y/N sat up, a determination in their eyes. "Logan, you can't hide from me anymore. I can feel what you're feeling, and it's okay. More than okay."
Logan sighed, a rare vulnerability surfacing in his gaze. "Damn it, kid. You're messin' with my head."
Y/N reached out, gently cupping Logan's face. "Maybe it's time we stop fighting each other and admit what's been staring us in the face all along."
Logan's defenses crumbled further as Y/N closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that had been hidden for too long. In that moment, the unspoken bond between them deepened, transcending the animosity that had defined their relationship.
As they pulled away, Logan's gruff exterior softened, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, it took a brush with vulnerability to uncover the hidden truths. Love had a way of breaking through even the toughest of walls, and for Logan and Y/N, it was the beginning of a new chapterâone filled with understanding, acceptance, and a love that had finally been acknowledged.
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i'm pretty sure i'm in love with him.... but that's okay! also, i love how Logan is also an Albertan đđŞ
#logan howlett#james howlett#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#james howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x you#james howlett x you#wolverine x you#logan howlett x y/n#james howlett x y/n#wolverine x y/n#logan howlett imagine#james howlett imagine#wolverine imagine#logan howlett oneshot#james howlett oneshot#wolverine oneshot#x-men
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Love That Burns ~ 26
LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 1,430ish
Summary: Logan makes a decision, believing it's the best way to keep you safe.
Notes: I rewrote this chapter a few different times with nothing working out how I like it so I hope that this isn't total garbage. Sorry if it is...
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Once Logan was sure that you were sound asleep, he slipped out of the room. There were things he wanted to gather for you, like flowers, for you to wake up to. He went into the garden and cut down some flowers, making a homemade bouquet. After he had put it together and into a vase, Logan noticed Rogue with a hood up and backpack slung over her shoulder. She was heading for the door.
âYou need a lift, kid?â He asked, sneaking up on her.
Rogue spun around. âNo,â she muttered.
âWhereâre you going?â
âYou donât know what itâs like to be afraid of your powers, to be afraid to get close to anybody.â
âYeah, I do.â Logan understood that more than Rogue could ever understand.
âI wanna be able to touch people, Logan. A hug, a handshake, a kiss.â
âI hope youâre not doing this for some boy.â Rogue looked away. âLook, if you wanna go, then go. Just be sure itâs what you want.â
Rogue was surprised by Loganâs words. âShouldnât you be telling me to stay, to go upstairs and unpack?â
âIâm not your father. Iâm your friend⌠Just think about what I said, Rogue.â
âMarie,â she corrected.
âMarie.â Logan gave her a tight smile as he squeezed her shoulder. âDo what you believe you need to do, kid. Iâll still be here.â
âThanks, Logan. Iâll see you around.â
âSee you around, kid.â
~~~
You could feel Loganâs heartbeat beneath your head as you began to wake. It was almost like a lullaby, pulling you back into the land of dreams. You felt Loganâs arms shift around you, telling you that he was awake. You moved your head to look up at Logan.
âMorning,â you rasped.
His eyes snapped down to meet yours, immediately softening. âMorning, sweetheart.â He leaned down and kissed your head. âHow are you?â
âIâm⌠fine.â Moving your hands against the white tank on his chest, you realized there were some singed holes. âI burnt your shirt.â
âItâs okay. I have plenty of these.â
âIâm sorry⌠for everything. I should have heard you out when you first came to me.â
âItâs okay. I understand why you didnât.â
âItâs been a crazy few days.â
âYes, it has.âÂ
âHow have you been handling it?â
Logan took a moment before responding. âTerrified.â You were surprised at his honesty. âI donât think I can handle losing you.âÂ
âIâll do my best to make sure that doesnât happen.â You buried yourself further into him. âI love you.â
He kissed your head. âLove you too.â
~~~
You and Logan eventually found your way down to the Professorâs office. Ororo, Hank, Kitty, and Bobby were already in there, discussing the future of the school.
âSo what now?â Bobby asked. âWhat do we do?â
âProfessor Xavier started this school, perhaps itâs best that it end with him,â Hank suggested.
âWeâll have to tell the students theyâre going home,â you said. âAndââ
âMost of us donât have anywhere to go,â Bobby cut in. âI canât believe this. I canât believe weâre not gonna fight for this school.â
âIâm sorry,â an unfamiliar young man cut in, entering the room. âI know this is a bad time. I was told that this was a safe place for mutants.â
âIt was, son,â Hank responded.
âAnd it still is,â Ororo said, standing up to go to the young man. âWeâll find you a room. Hank, tell all the students this school stays open.â
~~~
âOroro will do a good job running the school,â you said. Logan and you were outside, standing in front of Charlesâ memorial.
âYou not interested in running it?â Logan wondered.
âNo.â You shook your head. âBesides, Charles had mentioned a few times that he wanted it to be Ororo.â
âY/N,â you heard Jeanâs voice call out in your mind. You spun around, trying to see if she was near. âY/N!â
âWhatâs wrong?â Logan asked, concerned.Â
âItâsâAH!âÂ
Jeanâs voice shouted through your head as pictures of a forest appeared. Your hands shot to your head as you fell to your knees. Logan fell beside you, his hands out. He had no idea if he should touch you or not. Jeanâs voice continued to cry your name as different images of a crowded forest appeared.
âY/N, sweetheart,â Loganâs tone was urgent.Â
You were rocking as Jean continued to torment your mind. âJean,â you whimpered. âItâs⌠Jean.âÂ
You suddenly lurched forward, Logan catching you. The grip that Jean had on you released, leaving your mind reeling. The images that Jean showed you were imprinted on your brain and continued to play in your mind.
âHoney?â Logan called, trying to pull you back into reality.
âI know where Jean is,â you whispered.
âWhat?â
âI know where Jean is⌠sheâs with Magneto⌠Sheâs not that far. Theyâre in the forest.â
âWhy would she connect with you now?â
âI donât know⌠but I⌠Iâm going to go to her. I can bring her back.â
âNo.â
âI have to.â
âYou said sheâs with Magneto. It could be a trap.â
âI can handle it.â
âIf youâre going, then Iâm going with you.â
âMagneto can control you.â
âAnd Jean can control everyone. Weâre doing this together.â
âJean called for me. If we both go⌠I donât know what sheâll do.â
âThen Iâm going alone. Itâs too dangerous for you. I can track her.â
âNot a chance!â
âYouâre not going.â Loganâs tone turned dark, trying to force his opinion upon you.
âTry and stop me.â Flames flicked at your fingertips as you challenged Logan.
âIâm not going to fight you.â
âThen how are you going to prevent me from going?â Without another word, Logan lunged forward and threw you over his shoulder. âPut me down!â You began kicking at him, your touch burning through his clothes and onto his skin. âLogan!â
Logan clenched his jaw, ignoring the pain and your squirming as he held onto you tighter. He carried you down to the lower levels and into the Danger Room. The simulation that you used for training a few days before began to start up. Logan set you down and ran off.
âLogan!â You shouted, searching for him.
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â you could hear his voice echo through the room, meaning that he was using the outside mic. âIâm doing this for you⌠Iâm doing this for the Professor and for Scott. Iâm going to bring Jean back. Iâm going to fix this.â
âJames! Logan! Let me out of here!âÂ
The simulation was roaring all around you. You were spinning around, struggling to remember where the door was.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart,â Loganâs voice came through the speakers again. âI can fix this.â
You could hear the mic cut, and you knew that Logan was off. You could feel yourself growing hotter with anger. You screamed out, fire engulfing every inch of you. As quickly as you could, you destroyed the robot in the simulation, successfully ending it. Your flames died down once the door was in your sight. You tried to open it, but it wouldnât budge.Â
âLet me out!â You shouted, pounding against the door. âLet me out!âÂ
You knew that it was pointless to try and burn or melt your way through the door. Charles had made sure it could withstand a variety of mutations for training purposes. You began to long for Charles. He would have found you quickly, being able to read your thoughts. But now you were alone. No one besides Logan knew where you were, and you didnât know if anyone would ever find you until he returned.
After a few more tries with screaming and making noise, you found yourself sitting against the wall at the far end of the Danger Room. The silence and loneliness slowly began to eat away at you. You hated how helpless and thrown away you felt. Especially since it was Logan, who locked you up. The two of you had made up last night, only for him to go and do this to you.
~~~
The guilt was wrecking Logan. With each step he took away from you, he knew that gaining your trust back would take even longer. If he didnât completely lose it now. Logan felt like he had to do this, though. You had lost so much. He had to do what he could to fix this. He had to bring Jean backâyour sisterâfor Ororo and for you. But Logan also knew that he had to keep you safe, and this was the best and worst way he could think of.
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When I published my first post, wanted to keep the momentum going. It was my goal to post weekly and well.... it's been two weeks ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
I abandoned all my little drabbles to focus on a full-length fic that is becoming waaay longer than I anticipated. Thought I'd post a little WIP Wednesday to make sure I don't go back into the ether. Can't wait to have this one finished, I've been having a lot of fun writing it.
Contents: Original Trilogy! Logan x fem reader, naive reader, obsessive Logan, suggestive content, Charles makes an appearance
Summary: You keep everything running as smooth as possible in the background while Professor Xavier keeps a very full plate of locating mutants, running the school, and leading the X-Men. A steady stream of mutants come and go through the mansion, but a certain one in particular makes it his mission to nestle his way into your life.
The past few days had been a whirlwind for Logan. He's the type of man that goes where he wants to go- and waking up in an infirmary on a small hospital cot after being round up like some sort of animal was not on his list of things to do that week, to say the least.
For all intents and purposes, his next plan of action was to get away from here as soon as he possibly could and get back to the life he lived on his own terms. His only home and form of transportation was totalled somewhere in the Alaskan wilderness, sure, but he already had experience starting over from nothing.
When he first met you, a cute little thing diligently running errands to what was perhaps the one man who could have his answers, you immediately piqued Logan's interest. So sweet and so kind, and Charles put his trust in you?
He had barged in like he owned the place on you and the professor scheduling out the upcoming semester in his office. Charles appeared to have already gotten used to this type behavior from him. "This, my dear, is Logan. He will hopefully be joining us now."
Oh... so is he planning to stick around? You ponder as you bite the inside of your cheek, leaning onto Charles' desk with your hip. Logan immediately came off as brooding and dismissive, and he didn't seem like the type to settle into a place beaming with so much activity. Regardless, you extended your hand out to him as you told him your name.
It took him a second to register the gesture. He only now noticed how lost in thought he was, eyes caught below your neckline. With a clearing of his throat, Logan reached a hand back to you to shake it. The most formal of ways to greet someone, yet the feeling of your delicate fingers grasping his rough palm caused his mind to wander again. He forced himself back to reality.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around" Logan remained aloof in speech, hoping you didn't notice the way he devoured you with his gaze. He decided to promptly remove himself from the room, searching for the privacy to be alone with his thoughts.
A few interactions after your initial introduction, Logan started to feel something beyond sexual curiosity. You made his heart race, you made him nervous.
Not a single detail went unnoticed by Logan. The way your hips would sway, how you parted your hair, the lipstick you wore, the softness in your voice whenever you greeted him, your scent.
Life kept throwing change in Logan's way, morphing his way of living into something unrecognizable to him. For the last however many years (boy, is he ever bad at keeping track of time) he had filled them with isolation and taking whatever cheap pleasures he could find. Now he finds himself surrendering the space in his mind to a woman he barely knew. You brought warmth and light into a cold, dark place.
No, this wont fly, he thought to himself. The fact that he was losing control over the dynamic between you made him very uncomfortable. Logan made it his mission to learn more about you. If he could just figure you out, he could take the reins over again.
The two of you would always acknowledge eachother in a group setting. The tiny smile Logan would throw your way whenever you caught eyes made you weak. You couldn't help but to want to know more about him too. A rugged man who was a stranger not too long ago was showing you consideration? A man who nobody knows where he's been, what he's done, how old he is? It kind of racked your brain, but you tried not to let it trip you up.
Oh, but he would catch you trip up. It wasn't lost on Logan the times you entered a space with him in it, seemingly to forget what you came in there for. Maybe you were a little ditzy- your mind often racing too fast that you couldn't catch up with yourself, but it had happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. At least, that's what he told himself.
He replicated your behavior, scouting you out amongst the mansion. It wasn't hard for him to find you. Your trail had become so much bolder to his senses, overshadowing anybody else that could be in vicinity.
Logan always found what he was looking for. Excuse after excuse slipped easily from his lips. Obvious to everyone else what he was doing, you earnestly took the bait every time without fail. He marked the first time he had a conversation with you alone as a significant victory.
"Hey, didn't see you there. Have you seen Charles around? I need to talk to him." He had cornered you in the library, watching you read for a minute or two before making his presence known.
You flinched up in your chair, "Jesus Logan, don't sneak up on me like that!" The yelp that initially left your lips was definitely a sound he would remember next time he's alone.
"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to scare ya," he chuckled.
The upset you felt towards him for breaking your flow state lasted but half a second. You couldn't be mad. After all, whatever he needed Charles for must of been important.
"No, Jean and him are off chaperoning a field trip in the city. He should be back sometime this evening."
Logan let out a little "hmph", trying his best sound to sound disappointed. Inside he was estatic he finally caught up to you again. Now with no one else around, his mind flooded with possibilities on how this could go. The odds of you immediately throwing yourself at him weren't zero, were they? If he were to take you and bend you over the table right this very second, there was a possiblility you'd let him... right? God, am I really this desperate? he thought.
After letting a moment hang in the air, he sat down next to you in the ajacet seat. "So, what are you doing here all by yourself? Got nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon, huh?" Good idea, Logan, change the subject.
"You're one to talk," your focus was now one hundred percent on him. Thighs spread as he lazily leaned back in the chair, rolling his head ro the side. To say he wasn't beautiful like this would be a lie. You've rarely seen him this relaxed. "Aren't you here too?"
"Huh." Logan did not anticipate you to call him out like that, "I guess you've got a point."
An awkward silence sat between the two of you. You pretended to divert your attention back to your book, not letting him escape the corner of your eye. Logan lit up a cigar he fished from his pocket. He desperately needed something to do with his hands.
"This is a library, you know that right?" You chide him after an annoyed sigh.
"Oh, is it now? I thought all these books were just for decoration." His lips sucked in another drag.
"Very expensive books, Logan. There's plenty of perfecly fine places to smoke around here if you just look."
He got up from his seat, "Then why don't you show me around, darlin'? Open my eyes a little." You couldn't quite tell if the pet name was to belittle you or to be affectionate. A hand reached out to bring you to stand. "I'll let you lead the way."
#Wolverine x reader#Logan Howlett x Reader#Logan Howlett fluff#I have a blast writing for him tbh#wanna try other X-Men down the line too
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any fics which charles has the same vibe as Our House, In The Middle Of Our Street or Paper Monsters, aka fics in which Charles embarrasses himself due to the big crush he has for Erik.
Guys I have one more ask to answer after this one and then I'm officially taking a short break on answering rec posts. But I plan to pin a master post on my blog of the stuff I get asked most frequently for easy reference. Stay tuned and happy reading!!!
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Hi Anon, I believe the hilarious/charming fics on this list mostly fit the bill :D
best-laid plans by ikeracity
Charles decides that the best way to confess his feelings to his best friend is to surprise Erik at his apartment, naked, wearing nothing but a bow. It's perhaps one of Charles's worst ideas--or his best.
Order Up by ikeracity
Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up.
Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.
Favorite Mistake by endingthemes
Charles Xavier doesnât think anything of it when he sneaks out without even saying goodbye to his latest one-night stand. What he doesnât expect is to walk into his new position in the Xavier Industries marketing department and find that his latest hook-up is now his new boss.
erikhotfacelehnsherr by ikeracity
Charles has an embarrassing wifi password. When the subject of said embarrassing wifi password comes over, things get a little awkward.
going up? by annejumps
Charles encounters a hot man in the elevator. Charles assumes he doesn't understand English. Charles might be wrong.
Never Assume (Remix of going up?) by Fullmetalcarer
Charles fixates on a devastingly attractive lizard person who shares his turbo-lift and makes certain assumptions about their linguistic skills . . .
come as you are by scarlettblush
Hospital AU. The one where Charles unknowingly woos a coma patient with Pride and Prejudice. Years later, they meet again.
What Doesn't Kill You (Tactics and Strategy Remix) by pearl_o (don't forget to read the original!)
Charles is a graduate student with a crush on the professor he's TA-ing for and a side job at a strip club. Thankfully, his little sister is always full of helpful advice.
Smoke and Mirrors by dreamweavers
When newly paralysed Charles meets Erik in a coffee shop, a fit of nerves prompts him to project himself standing without need of his wheelchair. It all backfires when Erik asks him out on a date, forcing Charles to deepen his lies and, ultimately, face his fears.
Warning: Emergency Pull Tab by ikeracity
Knocking a guy over with an inflatable pool and nearly giving him a concussion is probably not the best flirting technique in the world, but if there's anyone who can pull it off, it's Charles.
Is it Erik with a C or a K? by ikeracity, kageillusionz
When Charles sexts his boss instead of his latest squeeze during one late night of report writing, the first thing he expects is a sexual harassment law suit and the last thing is Mr. Lehnsherr actually fucking him hard into his desk.
Infamous Ink by ConsultingWriterÂ
Charles has an embarrassing tattoo and a date with the no-nonsense, always professional, and terribly handsome Erik Lehnsherr.
The Wurst Case Scenario by sareyen
If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.
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"Ma chère, you are mine." đpart 5
pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: slow burn, angst, jealousy Remy never thought there'd be someone else besides Rogue who'd just waltz into his life, but there you were.
Days had passed. Threats were getting worse by the day as mutants and humans couldn't come to a middle ground. If Genosha had taught you anything, it was that mutants would never truly be free. Not here. Not on this earth.
The X-Mansion had been destroyed all in a matter of days too. Zombie sentinels had infiltrated the mansion, nearly killing anything they saw in their path. Luckily, you and Nightcrawler had teamed up and took down at least a room full by yourselves.
You had been trailing Rogue and Professor X that night as you walked the path towards the lake. You were in your own headspace, thinking of every event that had led you here to this moment. It seemed as things were only getting worse ever since Remy had brought you back from the dead.
You and Remy hadn't really spoken much since the day before, but you had managed to catch up with Kurt, whom you had greatly missed in the meantime, and had kicked ass during the times in between.
Just as you were kicking a pebble off the beaten path, the sky opened up. The planet's magnetic field hummed in response as flashes of lightning rained across the sky like chains. You stopped in your tracks, gazing up at the sight before you. It was Magneto. Shit.
The metallic whirring sliced through the air, shattering the tranquil serenity of the X-Mansion grounds. The aurora borealis cascaded around the sky amidst his grand entrance.. He was encased in his iconic helmet, his metallic form radiating an intimidating power.
A low gasp escaped your lips. You hadn't expected him to arrive with such dramatic flair. Below him, Rogue and Charles stood frozen, a tense conversation unfolding between them. You watched with bated breath.
The rest of the X-Men followed close behind you, making a beeline for Charles and Rogue. Remy and Kurt joined your side and the three of you ran towards the confrontation about to play out.
"Looks like the search came to us," Logan inquired, claws at the ready.
Xavier wheeled closer to Magneto, who was now standing on the pier.
"Please. Not this Magnus. Be reasonable." Charles pleaded, looking towards his old friend as if trying to reason with him.
Magneto crossed his arms, "I am not the one who needs to be reasoned with, Charles."
Charles frowned, "there is a large asteroid hovering over my home that begs otherwise."
"Your home?" Magneto nearly scoffed at his words.
Magneto started to levitate as if to gain power over Charles. "When you abandoned us for your Shi'ar Bird-Queen, you bequeathed it to me, asked me to walk your path."
A crackle of lightning flashed in the sky.
"Are you prepared to walk mine?"
Charles gestured around him. "Magnus, your path leads to total destruction for both humans and mutants. You must undo the damage you've done."
Magneto simply frowned in disagreement. "Will humanity undo Genosha?"
His gaze then flickered to yours. Your heart still ached for those that couldn't have been saved, no matter the sacrifice.
"Old friend, you should've seen it. It was just as you said that day in the bar., a promise realized."
You glanced over at Rogue, who had a look of sadness and perhaps even conflict brewing in her green eyes.
Charles spoke once more, "we have a plan to stop Bastion, but we must also repair Earth."
Magneto's eyes were closed in deep thought. "I promised a boy a future free of fear, only to watch his eyes be vaporized inside his tiny skull, because he believed in me," Magneto then flew slowly back down towards all of you, passed Charles, "in the dream you had me sell."
Then, he addressed each of you. "How many more of your bones will pave the way to Xavier's future, where we simper like beggars for tolerance?"
You felt a pang of guilt and sympathy, especially upon remembering the children that died senselessly on Genosha.
"Your professor's dream is dead. So I offer a new one."
Rogue looked up at him, as if contemplating his next words.
"A home to replace what they stole from us. A new Genosha. We have gotten here by walking this man's path. We are left but with two choices. Cling to this dying world, or rise to your future and look down upon this fallen pigsty planet."
Professor Xavier then spoke up again, "We are not gods, Magnus."
Magneto countered, "Gods abandon those who believe in them. Mutants do not. Decide... my X-Men."
What happened next really caught you off guard. Rogue. She was joining Magneto and you nearly reached for her but contemplated what Magneto was offering. He was right, in a way. Mutants would never co-exist peacefully with humans. A new Genosha sounded like paradise. But to let innocents die? You could see his reasoning, but you couldn't allow yourself that luxury. You wouldn't let anymore innocents suffer.
"Rogue, no!" Kurt protested, but Rogue was walking closer to magneto now.
"Chere! Whattaya doin'?" Remy reached out for her but she brushed him off.
"In genosha, I made a choice. To lead our kind to a new age. I stand by that choice." She admitted.
"Rogue, do not turn your back on family." Storm pleaded.
"You were gone, gal. None of you 'cept Kurt, Remy, and Eclipse were there the day Genosha fell. Hell, Eclipse even died to save more innocents from bein' killed in cold blood. I'm surprised you ain't joinin' the club sugah," she glanced at you with a look of sorrow and contempt. Your best friend was ready to leave and switch sides just like that. You almost couldn't believe it.
"Rogue, you can't just abandon the X-Men like this! Abandon us... abandon me," you pleaded, forcing back the lump in your throat.
"Sometimes, sacrifices are needed sugah. You oughta know." she answered before flying up to join Magneto's side.
"So who dies next professor? Jean? Ha. been there done that. Who knows where Bishop is? And hell, Morph was barely on the team for thirty minutes before we tossed them to the wolves. And Remy... I always thought maybe we had somethin' but some things just ain't meant to be," She glanced between you and Gambit and you felt sick. Utterly and distraught-fully sick at her words.
"Jubilee, Roberto... I will not see anymore mutants die."
Another crackle of lightning and thunder clashed ahead as if mixing with the onslaught of emotions flying around in the air.
"So...that's how it is then? What about what we talked about? I thought we came to an understanding. You're just gonna abandon us? Just like that?" You shook your head in disbelief, tears welling in your eyes.
"Some things are better off this way," Rogue answered, turning away from you. You glanced over at Remy who had just as much hurt behind his eyes as you did.
"Please don't do dis' chere." Remy pleaded.
Roberto was the next one to take a stand with Magneto and Rogue, equally catching you off guard. Jubilee, hurt, tried to stop him.
"My mom handed me over to the prime sentinels, Jubilee. They collared me, my own family. What's left here?"
You spared a glance at Jubes, who looked grief stricken at Roberto's words as he turned from her.
"Me..." she said barely above a whisper.
He flew up towards Magneto and Rogue, joining them.
"The offer was made. The door is open."
And with that, Magneto flew the three of them away, leaving the rest of you down on Earth.
The silence after Magneto's retreat was a physical thing, a thick, suffocating blanket snuffing out the vibrant life that had pulsed through the X-Mansion grounds mere moments ago.
Rogue's words echoed in your mind, a cruel melody replaying on a loop. Sacrifice. Some things are better off this way. Each phrase was a searing brand, a betrayal that left a raw, exposed nerve throbbing in its wake. You did what you had to to save everyone at the expense of your own life. But Rogue? She was being reckless.
Beside you, Remy remained rooted to the spot, his face an unreadable mask. You reached out, your hand hovering over his arm, unsure if a touch would offer solace or shatter the fragile shell of his emotions. Finally, Nightcrawler materialized beside you as the smell of brimstone invaded the air around you.
"Well, cher," Remy finally rasped, his voice rough with a barely concealed tremor, "that went about as well as tossing a snowball in the Sahara."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the sting of unshed tears burning your eyes. "Rogue..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath.
Remy let out a humorless scoff, "Always had a soft spot for the bad boys, didn't you, cher?"
His words were laced with a bitterness that stung, but you knew his pain mirrored your own. The anger was a simmering ember beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.
Nightcrawler, ever the optimist, squeezed your shoulder gently. "We'll get them back," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "We just need a plan."
The three of you trudged back to the X-Mansion, tailing the others who were either walking or flying ahead. Professor Xavier remained behind, lost in deep thought.
Remy kicked a pebble across the path, the crunch a jarring counterpoint to the oppressive silence. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle flickering in his temple betraying the storm brewing beneath the surface. You ached to reach out, to offer comfort, but the words stuck in your throat, choked by the rising tide of your own anger and grief.
"Looks like the prodigal daughter's finally come home," Kurt muttered, his voice laced with a bitterness that surprised you. "Except this time, she's brought the wrecking crew with her."
You winced. Kurt, ever the optimist, the heart of the team, even he was tainted by the fallout. A wave of nausea washed over you, a physical manifestation of the fracturing you felt deep within the X-Men.
"It ain't all sunshine and rainbows with Magneto, cher, believe me," Remy finally growled, his voice a low rumble. "But hell if I understand what Rogue's thinkin'."
You wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all. But the anger curdled within you, a bitter cocktail laced with a despair so profound it threatened to drag you under.
"Maybe she has a point," you choked out, the words scraping raw against your throat. "Maybe... maybe there is no future for mutants here."
Remy stopped short, his head snapping towards you. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now a storm of hurt and confusion. "Whatchu sayin', cher? You think we're jus' gonna give up? Give Magneto the win?"
You flinched under the intensity of his gaze. Giving up. Was that what you were doing? But the fight suddenly felt hollow, a pointless struggle against an ever-growing tide of hate.
"I don't know, Remy," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I just don't know what to believe anymore."
Kurt placed a hand on your shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. "We'll figure it out, Meine Beste," he said, his voice gentle despite the tremor in it. "We always do."
But the usual conviction was missing from his words, replaced by a weary uncertainty that mirrored your own. As you continued your trek back to the X-Mansion, the once familiar building now loomed ahead, a stark symbol of the shattered dream within its walls. The future you'd fought for, the future you'd believed in, felt like a wisp of smoke, fading into the twilight sky.
Reaching the mansion doors, you paused, the weight of the decision before you pressing down on you. Step inside, and you'd face the wreckage of your team, the shattered trust, the gaping wound left by Rogue and Roberto's betrayal. But turn away, and what then? Was there even a future for mutants outside of Xavier's dream?
With a deep breath, you pushed open the doors, stepping back into the remnants of a fractured family, the weight of a thousand unspoken questions a heavy burden on your heart. The fight for a peaceful future wasn't over, but for the first time, you truly questioned if it could be won.
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