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The Cowboy and The Vampire

Wolverine x OC

I promised two things for Halloween. A Wolverine One shot and a Hellboy one shot. I have delivered on one of those promises. (The Hellboy fluff is coming!!)

I had an idea for a fluffy one-shot with Logan a couple days ago and I paired it with my idea for the Halloween special and this fluff piece was born.

Warnings:

Mentioned sex, Kissing, pining because I love when characters are hopelessly in love.

“Can you get the alarm?” Sleep still clung heavily to Logan’s voice. A mumble of annoyance and incoherence from his lips as he came to the waking world. Maddie still had a hard time figuring out what he was saying by the time the beeping from her phone had stopped and Logan rolled back over. “Never choose that ringtone for Halloween again.” He said face half-buried in the crimson pillow below. “Ghostbusters is a classic. Just you wait for Christmas old man.” With the roll of her eyes cut short, she felt two arms encircle her waist and pull her close. His warm breath fanning over the crook of her neck. “Bold of you to say that when you act like a Grandma and I’m the one who acts my age.” The fact that he had even brought her personality into it warranted a turn of her head. Logan was a bit surprised by the sudden shift. “I hate when you call me a Grandma.” A toothy smile brightened his otherwise grumpy expression. “If I don’t, I don’t get the attitude that comes with it.” Removing his arms from her to make a point (Even though she had been thoroughly enjoying his embrace.) Maddie walked to the shared closet, opening the doors and pulling out the skirt and blouse for the morning. “And here I was going to make a move.” She shrugged while looking back up at him. “Shouldn’t have called me a grandma, or even better kissed me instead.” A smirk playing on her face disappeared when she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “You need to get up and get ready hon, busy day ahead of us.” Logan let a long sigh through his nose escape. “And don’t try to get out of helping me with the kid’s party tonight. They’ve earned the party!” He let a laugh rumble through his chest at listening to his girlfriend. “Oh don’t worry, I don’t have much of a choice.”

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“Hey hey hey!” Logan jumped into action as a box fell from Maddie’s stack of Halloween decorations held, sort of, within her grasp. Cotton spiderwebs, and plastic cats, and skeletons in the plastic tubs had Logan shaking his head while he took the top box away from his girlfriend. “Nice of you to finally join me.” The snark that rolled off of her pissed Logan off only slightly (ever so slightly), giving way to a smirk that dragged across his lips. “Well, Princess I didn’t know we had so much crap to put out.” Defending himself didn’t work too much while Maddie dropped the boxes in front of the door to the ballroom. “We should’ve put this up a week ago, but what did we end up doing last week?” Are you kidding? Logan couldn’t remember what they did last week. “Enlighten me, darlin’.” Her brow rose in annoyance. “You took off a week and convinced me to come with you to the mountains where we screwed off for at least eight days.” “Screwed off or screwed each other? Because we did a lot of both.” The stupid grin on his face was enough to make Maddie’s lips form a straight line that would hopefully stay just that, a straight unamused face and not a punch or slap. She knew he was only joking, trying to get her goat. It was working, normally this would end in him kissing her and making it up to her with all the trouble he’d caused throughout the day. “So are you going to help me?” He reached for her placing a hand on the door, all the while keeping his eyes locked with her and leaning down towards her redding cheeks. “I’ll help you, Princess. But I gotta tell you something.” “And what’s that?” She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. “You have a piece of a spiderweb on your shoulder.” He took the box under his arm and walked past her into the ballroom with of course a smile that warranted the slap on the arm he got soon after.

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“Darlin’ you gotta remember I’m flesh and muscle too.” The couple was almost finished with the decorations, and not a moment too soon. The last of the classes were let out only a few minutes ago. Kiddos walked by the ballroom sneaking a peek at all the decorations hanging from the ceiling and the purple and orange lights lighting up the back of the room. Fog machines and dry ice buckets flooded the floor with a dense wall of cloudy steam. The most entertaining thing at the moment though, was their teachers putting up a Jack-O-Lantern that was bigger than them. The lantern was getting suspended from the ceiling like a chandelier in the middle of the room. “Stay still Logan, I almost got it.” Wiping her brow and reaching for the last cable, Maddie flipped a switch within the light and the pumpkin’s crooked smile warmed to life. “You done yet?” “I’m finished grumpy pants no-” She felt herself off-put by either Logan moving too much on his shoulders or she wasn’t used to looking down at him that quickly, because she was going down and fast. Logan of course aware of his girl’s way of doing things a little backward caused accidents like this to happen a little more frequently. “We gotta stop meeting like this Maddie.” He’d caught her rather heroically in time for a couple of students to see and snicker as he went in to kiss her. “Hey! We’re having a moment here.” He threatened playfully while the younger kids covered their mouths to keep from laughing and the bigger kids rolled their eyes at the “gross” mushy stuff. “Y’all go and get ready for the party okay? We’ll be back down soon to start. Bring your tricks too!” Maddie winked and smiled at them. Through the hall, you could hear the stumping and rumble of the kids running down the ebony hallways to grab their costumes. “C’mon old man, let’s go get dressed.” She lingered for a moment looking at him, then connecting her lips with his to which he immediately responded trying to deepen it and make it lead to something else. “I promise after the party I’m all yours.” Whispering into his ear Logan let her up and watched her walk out the room with a side-eye and wink.

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The music could be felt through the floor, the lights flashing and making the kids giddy even without eating their bodies weight in candy just yet. Maddie had arrived at the ballroom before Logan. The other teachers had taken to starting the night without them since they had spent the day setting everything up for the students. The teenagers hung out near the punchbowl and snacks, the little kids danced and ran around the room with fistfuls of chocolate and cupcakes, the frosting smeared all over their little faces. The other teachers like Ororo, Hank, and Scott all made conversation as they would all take turns shifting their eyes over to the kids making sure everything was okay and no one was hurt. Maddie’s cape flowed behind her with her red and black velvet dress and the fangs of a vampire stuck out below her smile while she waved at everyone. “If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.” Maddie turned to see her boyfriend in a tucked-in flannel, not too different from what he was already wearing earlier that day. “Wheres your costume sir?” Folding her arms, and staring at him after that terrible joke made Logan smile. She could make him smile so easily and he could never understand why. “I’m a cowboy.” He put on his hat which he wore regularly. “I gave you a costume to match mine partner.” She flicked the top of his hat trying to get some sort of reaction from him. “A thousand apologies mistress of the night, but I don’t do capes.” She laughed through her nose. “But you do skin-tight uniforms daily.” “Thats for work, this is for fun.” Putting her arm through his she walked over to the other adults. “I thought this wasn’t fun for you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist bringing her closer to him. “That costume is pretty fun for me.” Rolling her eyes and scoffing at his advance she pushed him and laughed.

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The night went off without a hitch, the kids had fun at the party. Kurt, Jean, and Rouge all took them out a little later into the city to go trick or treating. The mess didn’t take too long to clean up and didn’t leave Maddie or Logan too tired when they got back to their room.

“I thought it was fun.” She said fingering around with her cape trying to untie the knot she’d found herself in. Logan was quiet putting his hand on her shoulder and turning her towards him. Unfastening the knot he held her chin in between his fingers and kissed her with the same fervor that he’d done earlier. “You looked like a vision tonight. A dark vision, but a vision nonetheless.” She laughed pulling him by his collar and to the bed. “Do you know how to ride a horse?” She asked falling to the bed. “I can give you a few pointers if you want. Consider them private lessons.” They both gave soft laughs as the night came to an end.

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“STOP!” her voice was a snap back to reality. A pull back from the brink. Logan stood there blinking at the small girl standing before him. The stench of blood still in his nostrils as he snarled warning the girl to back away. But she took another step forward her hand out. 

“You saved me” she whispered her hand outstretched, each step was slow, testing his limits. She treated him like a wild animal. 

Because in many ways he was. 

Logan didn’t remember much, flashes of red, screams, the sent of blood (not his own). And her. Her large eyes wide with fear as she cried for help. 

“Where am I?” he asked looking around, his bear feet deep in the snow. 

“Update Seattle,” she whispered kneeling down her fingers just inched from his arm. “I can help you. If you’ll let me” her eyes never leaving his as her hand grew closer. A golden light-emitting. 

Logan looked down to see the large knife sticking out of his arm. Snarling he reached for it. 

“Wait!” she tried to stop him only to have him rip the blade out more blood, this time his, dripping down his arm. She gripped his arm and he felt a warmth spread over his body. He grunted in surprise the feeling much more soothing than his own healing.

“I don’t remember” he muttered watching her.

“You saved me, these men tried to take me. You somehow knew I needed help and saved me.” she said again looking up at him, “I owe you my life.” her large eyes shining with the light of the moon. Her whole body seemed to glow with its reflection as it’s opal rays illuminated the snow around them. 

Gently he brushed her hair out of her face. “It’s nothing kid.” 

10 years later. 

“STOP!”

Logan froze, his claws only inches from her throat. He didn’t even recognize her at first. All grown up. But her eyes, those eyes still had that large knowledge to them. The light of the dark moon seemed to set them alight. 

“I’m not the one you’re after,” she said a slow hand gripping his own. “I’m just here to help the hurt.” 

Slowly he backed up eyeing her, “You’ve grown up.” 

She fought back a smile nodding. “It happens, for some anyway.” He took a step back looking down at the cop that was now passed out beside them. His wounds no longer there. “We need to go before more come,” she said nodding toward the cop, her hand still on his. 

“Not really sure where.” 

She smiled a bit of a mischievous glint in her eye. “I have a safe house.” 

He nodded letting her lead the way through moonlight night. 

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Mute (Logan Howlett)

A/N: I’m moving this up to the top from now on. This is the first Logan fic I’ve done (which is crazy because I’ve loved Wolverine since I first saw him on the big screen) and I apologize if he isn’t quite Logan-esque. I tried, but after watching Logan, I couldn’t resist pulling out his softer side. Especially considering this takes place after the third X-Men film, but the early stuff takes place amidst the other two films. Enjoy! Also, I loved the name Mykie in my last Bucky fic, so I wanted to use a form of it again. I am so sorry for how long this story is. There wasn’t a good stopping point and I couldn’t stop writing.

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Summary: Michaela went silent after her scream killed her family. She found refuge at Xavier’s school, but still wouldn’t speak. Random advice from Logan, while she was a student, starts a curiosity in Michaela that continues when she becomes an art professor. With a little nudge from Charles, Logan becomes the first and only person in years she speaks to.

Pairings: Logan x OC, maybe a slight mention of Logan x Jean x Scott (sorta, but not really)

Warnings: I don’t know, sadness for the man that is Logan because the poor guy has been through Hell and back (there really is only slight language and mention of a night together).

Michaela didn’t speak. She hadn’t said a word since she was a child. When she started to feel anger, she would scream. Her screams were destructive, tearing apart her parents and her home. That’s when the Charles Xavier found her. He had to read her mind to understand why she refused to speak to him. He had smiled and promised her a safe life where she could learn to control her power. She attended Xavier��s School for Gifted Youngsters ever since.

The Professor tried to get her to speak. He had her spend countless hours with Ororo or Marie, but there was no budging. Michaela did get really good at writing her thoughts quickly, helping her professors understand the things she wanted to say. It was easier for the Professor and Jean.

It started to get hard for her, seeing students whispering to each other with their eyes watching her every move. She felt angry. She started to hide away during school hours and get private lessons, with the permission of the Professor. Michaela started to spend her nights roaming the school. She was less likely to come across anyone. But she was never surprised when she found Logan, the Wolverine, in the kitchen soon after the Professor brought him to the school.

He never spoke to her and she was completely fine with that. He was terrifying, to an extent. He scowled all the time, his voice was always aggressive when she had the chance to hear him speak, and he was known as the mutant that stabbed Marie. He didn’t have a welcoming aura, so Michaela never engaged him. It shocked her the first time he ever said anything to her one particularly stressful night for mutant-kind. War was coming, and no one knew when. She was so close to graduation then.

“Hey, kid.”

Her head shot up from the sketch she was concentrated on and she stared at the large man. His face seemed softer than normal. His eyebrows weren’t stitched together in irritation. He seemed concerned.

“I know you have some crazy supersonic scream and it’ll hurt like hell if you use it, but if shit hits the fan, we need you to rip through skulls.”

Michaela shook her head. She tried begging through her eyes that it was a terrible idea, but he ignored it.

“We need all the help we can get,” Logan said, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

Michaela couldn’t use her power. The students and professors were her new family and she couldn’t cause them pain. She didn’t want to see anyone die.

Lucky for her, she didn’t have to use her power. Sadly, she did have to see the death of fellow mutants. It hurt a lot, but she turned around and poured her whole self into her schoolwork. She still never uttered a word. Even as a professor a few years after graduation, she remained mute. As an art instructor, it wasn’t necessary to speak. Students quickly learned to read the instructions on the whiteboard and begin.

Micheala like teaching art. She really enjoyed sketching in her free time. She often found herself drawing students and other professors as the years went on.

She was watching a conversation between the Professor, Kurt, and Logan and when she saw smiles, she couldn’t pass up the portrait opportunity. She was just finishing the raised tattoos on Kurt’s face when a heavy body sat on the bench with her. She knew it was Logan. He smelled of cigars, even though she hadn’t seen him smoke one since Jean’s death. She wasn’t sure Jean was the reason why he stopped if he stopped, but it was curious how the smell still stuck with him.

“Nice drawing,” he said, looking over her shoulder.

Michaela turned his way with a genuine grin. She liked compliments on her work, who didn’t? She especially enjoyed when her subjects sent them her way. A compliment from the intimidating Logan was a whole different thing.

Eagerly, she flipped through a few pages to show him another moment she captured of him. He had been working on Scott’s old bike, that he claimed as his own, so his arms and face were covered in black smudges. His white tank top was just as dirty. She had found the messiness a unique chance to practice her smudging skills. It was one of her favorite sketches.

“How many more of me ya got in there, kid?” he chuckled. Whatever happened in his conversation with the Professor and Kurt had him in a great mood.

Michaela shrugged and searched her sketches for his image. She had enough to make her feel embarrassed, but that wasn’t including the several other sketchbooks she had in her room. She did have quite a few of Bobby and Marie though, so that was some balance.

Logan held his hand out. It was a silent request to look through her book himself. She didn’t hesitate to hand it over. She honestly wasn’t that embarrassed about the content. He was quiet as he studied familiar faces. His eyes lingered on images of Jean and Scott. Michaela wasn’t sure if he was mourning or reminiscing. 

“Well, what do we have here?” he said overly exuberant. He turned the sketch toward her, revealing an older drawing of him while he was working out.

Michaela was practicing her form when it came to body proportions. Logan was always the perfect candidate because he always managed to be shirtless. It made it easy for her to see muscle movements and understand how the body looks performing strenuous activities. That fact didn’t keep her cheeks from the rose tint that appeared in front of Logan’s eyes.

“Are you spying on me, Mikey?”

She shook her head, taking a blank page from the book, explaining herself. His eyes scanned the lettering, the smallest of smiles on his lips. Michaela wished she could copy it onto paper.

“You’re cute, kid,” Logan said, handing her sketches back. “You’re talented, too. Don’t let that skill go to waste.”

She wanted to remind him that she was an art professor, but she instead placed her hand on his shoulder. The quietest thank you bubbled out of her mouth. Michaela’s hands covered her mouth, pure terror filled her eyes.

Logan was surprised. His eyes softened when he noticed unshed tears build up in her eyes. “Ya know, I could probably survive your scream.”

Michaela vigorously shook her head. Her hands remained over her mouth. Even if he could survive it, she didn’t want to risk it.

“I’m pretty sure speakin’ won’t hurt anyone either.”

She looked away from his intense gaze, dropping her hands in her lap. She scanned her sketch of him, hoping he’d catch the hint that the conversation wasn’t going to continue. Michaela didn’t expect Logan to reach for her hand and squeeze it.

“Let’s make a deal.”

Her eyes met his. She tilted her head and waited for him to explain. What kind of deal would he want to make with her? She assumed it had to do with her speaking to him.

“You can draw me whenever ya want, but you have to say something before.”

Michaela frowned. She could already sketch him whenever she wanted. Letting herself speak too comfortably with anyone could lead to her making a mistake. 

“No one else has to know or be involved. It’ll be between us,” he reassured. “Don’t ya want to draw me more often?”

Teasing her had her scowling. Of course, she did want to practice drawing him more often. His facial expressions alone were something to work on. It also helped that he was quite handsome in her eyes. When he wasn’t in a bad mood, his blue eyes were easier to see. His hair was perfectly styled in his hilarious horn-like style. Drawing Logan was as complex as his brain. But she didn’t see him as more than a colleague and friend. Plus, if she accepted the deal, her drawings would allow her feelings to change. Art did that to her. Logan would become much more than her friend. She wasn’t sure she was okay with letting him get that close.

Instead of giving him an answer, she asked a question on her torn page. Are you flirting with me, Logan?

He chuckled, “I’m too old for ya, kid.”

The “kid” felt more condescending than usual. Michaela furrowed her eyebrows together and responded. That hasn’t stopped you before, old man. And I’m supposed to find an excuse to deter you.

“Trust me. I have a lot of issues that make a mess of my life and everyone around me.”

Well, I can’t speak without killing someone at some point.

Logan smiled, “We’re some level of fucked up, huh?”

Michaela smiled back. She held up her sketchbook, pointing at him and then a blank page.

“I guess so. You did speak.”

Her pencil moved across the page, her eyes glancing at Logan every few minutes. When she saw his smile absent from his lips, she pointed at her smile. It warmed her heart how quickly he was willing to smile again for her. She wondered if there was something growing between them whether or not she wanted it. 

He can help you, the Professor’s voice echoed in her mind.

Why are you listening to my thoughts, Charles? She wouldn’t usually call him by his first name, but he surprised her.

Your thoughts are quite loud, dear.

She glanced at Logan again to study another one of his features. His smile was ever present. The air around her felt a little warmer.

Talk with him, Michaela. You won’t hurt him. You’re stronger than you think.

I can’t. I might hurt someone else.

But you won’t. He means something to you. So do these students.

Michaela resisted shaking her head. Like he said, he’s too old for me.

You’re as stubborn as he, Michaela. Her mind was clear for a few seconds. Please speak to him. He can help you.

I want to talk to him, Professor, but I don’t trust myself.

He trusts you.

The professor left her mind and Michaela looked up at Logan. Her drawing wasn’t finished, but she paused her work. Logan’s smile slowly faded, curious by her stare.

“D-Do you t-trust me?” she asked. Her voice was lower than she remembered and scratchy.

One corner of Logan’s lips turned up, “Of course, kid.”

Michaela held back the tears building in her eyes. He trusted her. Sure, regeneration would make someone a lot more confident, but he hadn’t spent much of her time there even acknowledging her existence. He trusted her ability to not hurt him anyway.

Michaela tossed her sketchbook aside and wrapped her arms around Logan. She buried her face in his chest and let her silent tears fall. Logan wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. It was odd for Michaela to experience Logan in that way, but she welcomed the comfort.

When her sobbing slowed, she sat up, sitting much closer to Logan. His arm rested on the back of the bench behind her. She was suddenly painfully aware of it as well as her thigh pressed against his.

“You okay?”

She nodded, picking her sketchbook and pencil back up to finish her drawing. When she looked back at Logan, he had a smirk on his face.

“I guess you earned a second drawing session with me.”

Michaela let out the softest of laughs, finishing her rough sketch. She showed him proudly, wiping her eyes again.

“Looks good. What next?”

Michaela rubbed her stomach to say she was hungry. She might have said a few words about it, but she still needed to warm up to the idea of sharing her voice with him.

Logan patted her leg before standing and holding his hand out. “Come on. I think we can get permission to grab somethin’ in town.”

Michaela’s eyes lit up. Off-campus food with Logan? It sure felt like a date. She didn’t know if she needed to change her outfit or not. Should she treat it like a date? She pondered what to do while she waited for Logan to finish talking to the Professor outside his office. Did she suddenly want it to be a date?

Logan came out of the office, his smirk back in its place. “Looks like it’s a date, sweetheart.”

What did you tell him, Professor?

She received no answer, but she knew he had something to do with that comment.

“You gonna ask where I’m takin’ ya?” Logan asked, trying to push more words from her mouth.

Instead, she linked her arm with his and waved her hand in front of them, offering him to lead the way. He was amused and took Michaela to his motorcycle. She clapped her hands in excitement, running to the bike and attempting to put the helmet on. Logan had to help her clip it under her chin. His eyes held the same happiness she was exuding. He was probably entertained by her eagerness to get a ride on the bike.

Logan straddled the seat, starting the engine. The roar had Michaela trembling. She leaped onto the seat behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. She wanted to see the world speed past them.

They pulled out of the school’s driveway, already going far too fast. She loved it. Michaela wanted to call out in excitement, but she knew it was a terrible idea. Instead, she squeezed Logan around his middle and then raised her arms in the air to feel the wind. It was exhilarating.

Logan took them to a dive in the middle of nowhere, but Michaela didn’t mind. She was still on her first motorcycle ride high.

“Logan,” she said. His eyes fell on her bright face. “Can I drive home?”

“We’ll see.” He tucked some of her frazzled hair behind her ear before leading her inside.

He did let her drive home with a compromise: she had to speak the rest of the day. She followed him around, using small phrases to satisfy his deal. It surprised her when she kept talking to him more and more in the months following. She didn’t know how he did it, but she was thankful to have someone to talk to. She still didn’t expect their friendship turning into something else.

Michaela sat on the edge of her bed, her pencil sweeping across her paper as always. Her eyes peered over the top of her sketchbook at her subject. Her pencil gently formed the muscles in Logan’s arms. Another peek. The features on his resting face. Eyes up again, but his were staring back.

“Creep,” he said with a yawn.

She grinned but didn’t stop her work. She was hoping he would stay put just a little bit longer. Of course, he sat up and rubbed his face. She pouted but appreciated the view. The bed covers pooled around his waist, revealing his bare torso. She bit her lower lip and started a second sketch on the same page.

Logan looked at her. She was wearing his leather jacket. The sleeves were too long, but that didn’t stop her. He was about to reach for her, but she glared.

“Don’t move,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Logan chuckled but stayed stationary. “You’re lucky I’m patient with ya or this wouldn’t work.”

Michaela drew the curve of his back, her hand drawing achingly slow. Every muscle she shaped had her temperature rising. He was a beautiful man to draw.

A few minutes later, she had a basic sketch done. She stared at it, then Logan who watched her.

“Done?”

She shrugged, setting her things on the floor before scooting closer to Logan. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying his warmth. Even with his jacket, and her sudden hormonal change, she was freezing.

He looked at her hand around his stomach, “You’ve got graphite on your hands.”

She buried her face into his back, “I know.”

“That jacket is a little big for ya, babe.”

Michaela sat on her knees. Her chin rested on his shoulder and her arms rewrapped around him. “It’s warm.”

Logan guided her to sit in front of him so he could envelop her with his body. He first took the jacket off her, then he wrapped it around them to trap his warmth for her. She shivered.

“Better?”

She nodded. Her arms and legs stayed tucked into her body. Logan’s body heat washed over her frozen limbs. She never wanted to leave.

“What were you drawin’ this time?”

Michaela looked up at him. She raised an eyebrow knowing full well he was trying to give her a reason to talk more. He loved her voice. Instead, she left a soft kiss on his chest. She didn’t feel like talking yet. Her brain was still in creative mode.

“All right,” he said. “Why were ya up?”

“Dreams.”

“Bad?”

She shook her head, “Yours.”

Logan instantly searched her body for any injuries. He knew how violent he could get in his sleep, she did too, and he was petrified of hurting her. Michaela took his hand in hers and gently ran her thumb across his knuckles. Her gaze reassured him that he didn’t harm her.

“You mumbled a lot. Moved a lot. It woke me up.” She ran her fingers along his jawline, her palm eventually pressing against his cheek. “You calmed down and I couldn’t fall back asleep.”

“You should sleep now.” Logan leaned into her hand.

She disagreed and pulled his jacket closer to her. She needed to invest in warmer pajamas during the winter months. Michaela snuggled closer to Logan. Her head rested on his collarbone. She could smell the remnants of autumn on him. It amazed her how he could smell like different seasons.

Silently, Logan discarded the jacket keeping her warm. Lying down with her, he bundled them with the covers. He did his best to tuck the covers around her to hold in all the heat he transferred to her. They stared at each other when Logan settled.

Michaela kissed him. She didn’t intend to, but she couldn’t ignore their proximity or his darker-than-usual eyes. Logan gladly returned her kisses. He rolled over, trapping Michaela underneath him, allowing him to turn the kisses into something passionate.

Michaela didn’t mind it at all. Her hands roamed every inch of him in her reach. They came to rest against his chest, her fingers playing with the hair there. Before she knew it, they were wrapped in each other's arms again with fewer articles of clothing.

When Michaela first arrived at Xavier’s School of Gifted Youngsters, she expected to remain mute forever. Logan threw a wrench in that plan and her curiosity kept it there. The brooding man brought her words to the surface in unexpected ways. She just hoped she could help him in whatever way he needed.

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Summary: You're so, so hungry...

- Bedtime:

Summary: Poor Viktor never gets enough sleep. It's time you change that.

- Mafia!au

Summary: nothing yet, just a sketch >:)

Drabbles:

- Jealous?Viktor

- Snow-ball fight

- Afraid to love

- Arcane x Tangled

- NSFW drabble(MDNI!!)

- Comfort during a fight

- Viktor x Sculptor!S/O

- Machine Herald trying to find you

- Zombie Apocalypse hc

- Thanksgiving HC

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Dagur:

To Skrill or Not to Skrill:

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

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Miguel O'Hara:

CAT-astrophic:

Summary: A random hot guy won't stop talking to your cat, it's starting to freak you out.

The Cat's Cradle (Miguel x BlackCat!OC):

Summary: WIP

Introduction to Anisa Hardy

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Drabbles:

- love not lust (slightly NSFW!)

- Miguel and Mayday angst

- Widower!Miguel

- Black Cat and code names

- Aftercare (slightly NSFW)

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- Thanksgiving HC

- Soccer Captain Miguel

Deadpool and Wolverine (under the same category for now):

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Prelude Part 1

In pain? Get stoned! Logan x Wade x Reader:

Summary: Wade's chronic pain is giving him the works, so the best solution you have is getting high.

Drabbles:

- Logan and Miguel?

- DBF!Logan thoughts

- Logan x Vampire!Reader thoughts

- Prelude Preview

- Thanksgiving HC

[nayapeach]

Making the gloves blue was a good decision, which I came to for a long time

I think this costume shows her graceful side more.

In the belt pockets are the seeds of plants that Michelle uses in battle

Two options, because I can't decide, I like both

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Disney when they find out i ship their mcu heroes with black women:

[get2dachopra]

My Laura Kinney Wolverine redesign

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Incidentally I posted an update to my X-Men medieval fantasy au this WIP Wednesday! It's 33 chapters right now and has a good bit more to go still, but I love this story very much.

Work in Progress Wednesday

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some X-Men lineups for universe 406 :))

(reminder that my pay-what-you-can commissions are open!! PLEASE SHARE!)

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Lipstick Mark part 6

A/N

Wolverine x OC

It's been a while since I wrote for my man Logan. I missed it. I got a random idea on how to further the lipstick mark series and I should have It done within a few more parts. Is it the perfect story? Not by a long shot. But I've enjoyed writing it nonetheless. I hope yall like the new part of the series.

Warnings:

Birth and all the emotions that come with it. Mostly fluff of Logan being there for his wife.

Creed wasn’t a patient man, never had been, never would be. He stalked Maddie for months. Had known Logan for years. He knew she was pregnant and wasn’t the least bit happy about that fact either. Every night he would stay upwind of the cabin, watching as the two figures in the building would bob up and down the halls, the muffled talking and laughing. The times he would watch the silhouettes dance and embrace. Kiss and eventually turn out the lights. This was a fake life. Both of them were kidding themselves. He knew they were, but they believed with everything that they had left their old lives behind.

“Sabretooth, come in sabretooth.” The radio in his ear popped and was fuzzy. Creed gave an annoyed sneer at the device. “What do you want?” Creed was already peeved. “Do you have eyes on targets?” “Just went to bed.” There was silence on the other end. “That child should be due any day.” Creed sighed frustrated. “You think I wanna be out here watchin’ these two?” He took his binoculars, peering into the small home. “Wait a second.” His eyes glinted in the moonlight. “Lights came back on.”

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“Logan- '' She could barely call his name. “They’ve gotten worse.” She closed her eyes leaning on the side of the bed, trying to keep calm and collected, nothing good could come from panicking. Logan sat up coming over to his wife, placing his hands on her back rubbing her in a soothing motion. “Just stay calm.” He gave his other hand, offering it to squeeze if need be. She tensed under his touch and breathed a little harder, trying not to make any sounds. She felt as if she was holding her breath forever, forcing herself through the ebbing pain. “You need to breathe,” Logan said, dipping his head down and whispering in her ear. “I know.” She nodded as her body relaxed as the pain faded away for now. “Let's walk.” Getting up, Logan held out his hand again for her to take. Without a second thought, she took it and picked herself up from the bed. “I didn’t think it would happen so fast.” He smiled, genuinely Logan smiled. “It does. But you still got a ways to go red.” He ran his hand through her hair. “You’re doing great.” They walked the hall for what seemed like days, Maddie was starting to have to stop more frequently and catch her breath, she could talk to him through the pain.

“Logan-.” She balled her fist in the fabric of his shirt. He knew she was close. “You ready?” She shook her head, eyes still screwed shut. “I’m scared.” He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be okay.” He told her, rubbing circles in her back again. “Do you trust me?” He asked her, leading the way back to the bedroom. Nodding at his question, she sat back down as another contraction started. She was careful to keep her breathing even. “I’ll be right back.” Laying her down he took a moment to himself out in the hall making sure he himself was okay. Logan was as tough as they come, but even something as wonderful as his baby being born, he still didn’t know how this would all play out. He was still worried that fate had something else up its sleeve. “LOGAN!”

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“Creed, what's happening down there?” Keeping his radio in hand now, Victor leered at the cabin. “She’s in labor. Been six hours, shouldn’t be long now.” A grin came to his lips as if a predator was watching his prey struggle. He heard a yell of pain come from the cabin. “Yep, not long at all.”

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“You need to lay down.” Logan’s hands were firmly planted on his wife's hips, trying to guide her over to the mattress. “I can’t.” She said between breaths. “Don’t make me lay down.” Logan’s heart was filled with fear, the type that spread across your body in a race to see what could stop you from moving first. “Okay.” He held onto her while she leaned into his chest her breathing became deeper and harsher, it became hard for her to stand on her own while the pain shook her legs. He caught her and leaned her down to the floor, there they knelt together for what seemed like hours. She silently looked up with watery eyes. He already knew without her saying anything, which made the blood in his veins run cold. A knot in his stomach formed as he got up to get towels. A shriek came from Maddie while he rounded the corner. Logan clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He hated seeing her go through this much pain. Assuming she had gone through the same type of experiments he had, or at least similar ones, this had to be on a scale close to it.

She breathlessly reached for her husband. He’d asked her in a whispered tone if she was okay. She nodded with tightly shut eyes. In her arms laid a tiny baby, smaller than what they had expected. Maddie wept, and soon it turned into sobs while the cries that came from her child made her a mess of emotions. Logan's heart had never been so full, and he had never been so terrified. After all the wars, battles, and times he’d seen grown men scream and cry from torture. He’d only been this scared once. He took his newborn and wrapped them in the towel while his hand stayed on Maddie's back while she leaned into him again. “You were wonderful.” He finally spoke. She gave a smile through the tears that wouldn’t cease. “She looks just like you.” A tear appeared in Logan's eye and gripped her tighter and pressed a kiss into her hair and she laughed. “She has your big nose. Poor thing.” Pressing a finger to the baby’s nose, Maddie looked up at Logan. “It was worth it, all of it.”

They sat there on the floor, marveling at their new joy, their daughter. Everything was put to a halt when there was a knock at the door.

[milton-chamberlain]

npcs from my friend's dnd game

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34 - We Are Both

She's Human or Weapon

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"I've changed who I was because of Charles and because of you...so please look into my mind." Shivering under his touch I opened my eyes entering his mind.

Years ago - Shaw's Lab

Nazi soilders throw me into a cell harshly where I slammed my back into the wall grunting. Lifting my head up my blonde hair is sticking to my face as I hold myself up on my hands and knees. One of them closes the cell door chuckling as they walked away leaving me alone. "You're where you belong. The both of them." Hugging my knees to my chest I started crying in the corner until I felt someone staring at me. Lifting my head up a little my teary eyes locked onto a boy with dark brown hair and dark eyes. "Why are you looking at me...I'm a monster you shouldn't look at me." The boy scooted to press against the bars since his cell was next to mine. "You're not a monster you didn't kill your mother because you couldn't lift a stupid metal coin...I'm Erik Lensherr what's your name?" He sticks his hand through the bars where I slowly shake his hand. "Aurora Deerfield. I'm sorry about your mother...the guy holding us prisoners says I'm a weapon maybe he's right." Laying my head back against the bars sucking in a shacky breath.

"You don't seem like a monster to me, Aurora. Don't believe what anyone says unless they come after you personally. Like hurts you or your family. And if you want to call someone a monster make it me. I'll take that pain for you." Erik explained intertwining my hand with his where I could see a number on his arm meaning that he was supposed to go to the camps to work until he died. Pushing hair behind my ear I squeezed his hand. "Let's make a pack right now. That from this day on we'll look out for each other. Protect each other like we're siblings so they can't break us. Sounds like a deal." He nodded closing his eyes for a second of rest listening to the moaning of the metal cells. "I agree to that. Can I call you Rora?" I smiled for the first time since I was captured by the guards nodding my head yes in agreement. "I'd like that, E."

Erik and I still stared into each other's eyes deeply where I felt more tears slipping down. He slowly lifted his hand to my cheek as I dropped my hands causing the soilders to collapse into the grass. "That's it, Rora. I'll take the pain. This isn’t you but I'll protect you always like we vowed. Just let go. Let go on me I'm right here." Flinging my arms around his neck I started uncontrollably sobbing. He stumbled backwards a little wrapping his arms around my waist catching my weak form. He reaches up running a hand through my blonde hair as I death grip his jacket for a few seconds before he gently pushed me towards Charles who takes my hand in his standing beside Hope and Logan. He spun around facing the men as their guns leavite in the air beside him. "Take this as a warning to you and whoever thinks that we are the enemy. The ones that shall come after you. I am here to tell you we won't hurt you if you leave us alone. As my friend and sister has said we are better than we used to be. I could kill all of you right now if I wanted but I am showing you mirsey. Now get off the property before I change my mind!" I stepped up raising my right hand gaining control of their minds softly. "Warn everyone you know. You're free to go."

The soilders got to their feet stumbling onto the helicopter flying off the property in a rush. Charles squeezed my hand in his before I leaned down kissing him whispering. "Let's go check on the baby." Raven gathered all the students into the main lobby of the mansion into the lab underneath the school. Laying my back on the table Hank shows the video of my stomach gasping suddenly. "This shouldn't be possible yet but would you all want to know the gender now?" Charles and I glanced to each other sharing the same smile so he moves the video screen revealing with a huge grin. "You're having a baby boy. Congrats you two." Erik pats his friend on the back while he leans down kissing my forehead gently. Grabbing Charles's hand in mine I sniffed through happy tears. "I think it's time we tell the students...everything. No more secrets from them this is their home after all." Erik stopped me in the hallway grabbing my forearm which causes Charles to stop his wheelchair. "Can I ask if you have a name picked out yet?" Charles chuckled up to his friend replying. "Actually we have. Aurora thought it was fitting and you've earned the right after what you just did. We've decided to name him Erik Francis Xavier." Erik bent down hugging his friend before I walked down standing on the second to last step of the main staircase seeing all the young eyes focusing on me.

"When my husband Charles and I opened this school it was so that mutants like us could feel safe and learn to control their gifts. We also promised you that this place would be a safe home. Tonight marks the second time this house has been attacked by someone who thinks that we are a threat and for that I - we are sorry we broke that promise." Glancing over my shoulder to Charles he rolled up in his wheelchair grasping my hand in his speaking up. "The thing that you should know is that we will work everyday to ensure that this place is safe once more. And that if any of you know people who are suffering tell them this can be there home. That we - my wife and the X-Men shall protect you. Everyone and every part of them belongs." All the children were sent off to do their own thing so I slowly walked over to Erik laying my head on his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist watching Charles and Raven talking about the baby none the less. "That was a good speech you two did up there, Rora." Lifting my head up to his I asked hoping his answer would be no. "Will you stay for real this time, E?"

He leans down planting a kiss to my forehead with a genuine smile on his face which I hadn't seen since the day Hope was born. So I adore everytime I got to see such a sight. "Yes Aurora this time I am staying for sure. Because tonight you have shown me that we can be both a monster sometimes to the people who fear us but also human when we let the bad people go without killing them. We may not change everyone but we can try to make them see us as human beings." Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled feeling him hug me back resting his chin ontop of my head hearing Charles running around in head. "Thank you for finding her that night, old friend. She deserves someone as perfect as you." Erik smiled towards the man reading his thoughts with a smile of his own to the two people who we're like siblings in his life. "Actually I should be thanking you, Erik. If it wasn't for you helping her escape we never would have met. I have gave you a home but you have given me a family. And for that I will be forever grateful." Professor X and Magneto went from friends to enemies then finally remaining together as family all thanks to Aurora Deerfield.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Wow readers I finally decided on how I wanted to end this so here it is. Thank you to everyone who read this

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More Wolverine and the X-Men River screencap redraws. Highlighting her ghost intangibility and the best boy Nightcrawler. 

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