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Venom would call Eddie pookie.

Thats all.

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I’m actually so excited for this. 😭 It sounds amazing. I’m loving the idea of him becoming this like ghost story for sailors. Can’t wait to read it.

The Sea Wolf |l. howlett| intro

A/N: pirate!logan, pirate!au, mentions of blood and violence, this will be a co-written series with the lovely @themareverine

The year was 1706 when rumors first reached the far corners of the Caribbean: a new threat had come to terrorize the high seas. No man, they whispered, could do what Captain Logan Howlett had done in his first battle - seize a vessel of war and walk away without so much as a bruise or a scratch. Crew after crew spun tales of a pirate who refused to die, who bled one moment only to stand up strong as ever the next. His ship, the Sea Wolf, soon grew into a seafaring legend, a colossal predator of the waves, fully armed and always hungry for prize and plunder.

From the quarterdeck, in the dim glow of a lantern swinging overhead, Captain Howlett, a tall, broad-shouldered figure with wild, unkempt hair and a thick beard, scanned the horizon with eyes that had seen countless horrors and faced them all unflinching. From between his knuckles, three bone claws glinted ominously, reminders of his lethal prowess. The sight alone was enough to make even veteran pirates think twice before crossing him. No sailor could fully explain the phenomenon of the bones that slid between his fingers before he drove them into an enemy’s chest, nor could they comprehend the speed at which his flesh stitched itself back together in the heat of battle.

Across the Caribbean, Logan’s name grew in infamy. Spanish, English, Dutch, and French privateers alike retreated at the sight of the Sea Wolf’s masts on the horizon, hoping to avoid confrontation with the wild-eyed captain who seemed impossible to wound. Those who attempted to stand their ground seldom returned to confirm the whispers about his uncanny resilience. The man went by many names; The Claw, The Wolf of the Tides, but most commonly, The Dead Captain, they called him, a man who must have been sent by the Devil himself in search of souls to drag down to the burning pits of Hell.

On a stormy night in 1712, the Sea Wolf gave chase to a merchant brig called the Mary-Hope, rumored to be carrying precious silver and exotic spices. To the average crew, the howling wind and towering waves would have signaled caution, if not outright retreat - but for Captain Logan, the storm was merely another advantage. He urged the helmsman to press forward, the ocean spray stinging each crew member’s face like needles.

They caught the Mary-Hope within the hour. Grappling hooks and swinging lines shot across the gap between the ships, and Logan was first across, slashing through the enemy sailors with his bone claws. His roar rose above the storm, a sound that made men drop their swords on the spot. Lightning flashed to reveal the carnage - though outnumbered, the Sea Wolf’s crew pressed on, fueled by the presence of their unbreakable captain.

Despite gunfire and steel at every turn, Logan charged ahead. Several shots tore into his coat, blood appeared on his chest, only to vanish by the time he advanced a few more steps. In less than half an hour, the Mary-Hope’s deck was Captain Howlett’s domain, and its crew surrendered, trembling with fear of the pure animal violence displayed. Wet from both rain and the blood of their fellow seamen, the new prisoners saw firsthand the glare of a man who could not die.

When Logan stood before his own men, surveying the aftermath of battle, they gave him a berth of distance out of both awe and fear. They never voiced open defiance; you didn’t cross a man who survived sabers to the heart and emerged alive minutes later. Yet they admired him just as strongly, for never once had Logan asked of them something he wasn’t prepared to do himself. In the thick of combat, he was first to board an enemy ship, first to wade into the chaos of grapeshot and swords. If anyone fell injured, he was the one to haul them back, bellowing over the roar of cannons.

These loyalties ran deeper than the typical bonds of pirate crews; somewhere between terror and respect lay the secret admiration they held for their captain. They saw him as a force of nature, a phenomenon more than a man, and in their whisperings below deck, they spoke with hushed tones of Logan’s “devilish healing” - some calling it a blessing, others a curse.

By the 1720s, Captain Howlett’s reputation had grown so fierce that rival pirate captains considered joining forces against him. His biggest challenge came off the coast of Tortuga when an unlikely alliance of English frigates and Spanish corvettes lay in wait. The Sea Wolf cut through the blockade like a shark among minnows. Cannons thundered from both sides, smoke cloaking the azure water in a haze of black and gray.

In the midst of it all, Logan roared commands - his voice a razor through the din of cannon fire - and flung himself across one of the enemy ships. His bone claws, raw and dripping, tore down sailors faster than they could muster a counterattack. Musket balls ripped through his coat, and cutlasses slashed across his arms and torso, yet he refused to fall. Instead, he fought harder, red mist swirling where he should have been fatally wounded.

One by one, the allied ships either surrendered or were scuttled, terrified by the unstoppable fury they had attempted to cage. The Sea Wolf rumbled onward, battered but intact, led by a captain who stood upon the quarterdeck, muscles coiled, clothes stained with soot and blood but body miraculously unbroken.

By 1726, the pirate courts whispered that Captain Howlett had amassed enough wealth to buy an entire island, perhaps even a small kingdom. Yet his pursuits never seemed to wane - he chased challenge on the seas, not comfort on land. Wherever the Sea Wolf made anchor, locals stared and retreated from the crew’s path, well aware of the horrors those pirates could unleash at a single word from their invincible leader.

Ask any member of the Sea Wolf’s crew about their captain, and they’ll speak in hushed tones, voices wavering between reverence and fear. They admire his raw strength - evident in his rippling arms and the sinewy muscle that flexed whenever his claws unsheathed—but his true power lies in the fierce loyalty he shows them. Though a whirlwind of fury in battle, Captain Howlett insists on fairness: every bit of loot plundered from captured vessels is split in careful shares. Many a pirate has claimed that the Captain’s very presence on deck could still the harshest storm. He stands at the prow in silence, staring out into the horizon, as though in wordless conversation with the sea herself. To his crew, it is in those moments of calm that they sense something almost gentle beneath his hard exterior - like a beast that has found a pack worth protecting. However, loyalty is a two-way street, and betrayal is a sin not easily forgiven aboard the Sea Wolf.

One ill-fated night, an ambitious crew member, Garrett Finch, let greed overtake him. He pocketed several priceless pearls meant for the communal stash. Captain Howlett discovered the theft when the pearls were found hidden in Finch’s hammock, despite the thief’s desperate denial. The Captain’s claws slid out in one smooth, bone-rattling motion. Finch recoiled, horror etched across his face as the wind howled around them. Though he could have cut the man down in a heartbeat, Logan gave him just enough time to comprehend the depth of his treachery. The next few seconds were a blur of roars and screams, blood stained the deck. By the time the crew dared to move again, Finch was on his knees, eyes wide with terror, three ragged slashes across his face and chest. He wasn’t killed outright - Logan’s brutal lesson was meant not only to punish but also to warn. Stripped of any rank or claim on the spoils, Finch was banished at the next port they reached and left as living evidence of The Dead Captain’s cruel justice.

For the rest of the night, nobody spoke a word. The deck glistened wet beneath the stars. Captain Howlett’s temper had subsided almost as quickly as it had erupted. He turned away without fanfare, returning to his post at the helm. The message was clear: no quarter or mercy would be given to those who wronged their brothers aboard the Sea Wolf.

When the Sea Wolf finally reached a place of respite - the infamous safe-haven port of Nassau known for catering to pirates and rogues - spirits on board lifted. Lantern-lit pubs and winding streets thrummed with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of rum and roast meat. Locals and dock workers bustled, shouting welcomes and offers of fresh water for the ship.

No arrival caused more of a stir than Captain Howlett’s. Women on the balconies waved embroidered handkerchiefs and fluttered their lashes at the rugged man stepping down the gangplank. Despite his wild exterior and the dangerous edge in his eyes, he tipped his head politely at the ladies, a faint ghost of a smile creasing his lips. Some were bold enough to call out, offering a night of comfort or a chance to banish the loneliness they sensed under all that hardened steel. Logan, ever haunted by the storms in his mind, could scarcely focus on such invitations, however. The toll of countless battles and the pursuit of the next treasure weighed on him. Though he might manage a soft-spoken “ma’am” or a short bow, his thoughts drifted, his gaze slipping past them to the open ocean. Deep in his core, he felt more at home among the crashing waves and howling winds than in the warmth of a woman’s embrace. Still, he did not begrudge the attention - at the end of the day, he was a man, a pirate. Logan accepted their eager affections for a night before he returned to the tasks that only he could shoulder.

And so, the Wolf of the Tides continued on, bound by both duty and the siren call of the sea. His bone claws remained a promise and a threat, as likely to save his crew as to punish them if they turned traitor. Yet beneath that stern surface, a flicker of a wounded soul occasionally shone through - his loyalty a testament that true strength goes hand in hand with a fierce determination to protect his own.

Stories still circulate about Captain Logan Howlett of the Sea Wolf. Some sailors say they’ve encountered him in hidden coves, alive and as brash as ever, despite the century that has passed. The only physical difference in the seafarer’s appearance being the thickness and length of his unruly beard and hair, as if he had not aged a day out in the harsh sun on the seas. Others dismiss him as a myth, a cautionary tale invented by superstitious mariners. But if you ask those who felt the dread of his bone claws and saw bullets bounce off his hide, they’ll swear that The Dead Captain was - and perhaps still is - real as the ocean itself, forever roaming the waves in search of the next unstoppable storm.

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I see too many fics where reader and Logan get down and dirty but nobody ever mentions him revealing all his scars. Especially those first time together fics.

Like even just a little “oh dam” from reader upon seeing them or maybe some hesitation from Logan about showing them.

I love the idea of reader tracing his scars in the moonlight after while they’re just laying in bed. Like that’s such a soft thing and I feel like it’s under utilized.

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Head canon: Logan actually knows how to dance and he’s really good. He knows a bunch of different types too. He doesn’t tell anyone, not because he’s embarrassed, (he’d happily show Scott up if given the chance) it’s just he’s never wanted to dance at the same time as being around the others.

Most of the time when there a party with music worth dancing to it’s some special occasion. The music is normally slow like waltz or something and it’s just not his style.

Once he’s comfortable wherever he’s at, that be Worst Wolverine once he’s in Wades timeline, Origins Logan with Kayla, or original trilogy Logan once he’s happy being at the mansion, he go out.

On those nights where he stays out late he isn’t always spending them drinking. He finds himself a good bar with good music and a pretty lady (or guy if he’s feeling up for it) and takes to the dance floor.

None of the X-Men find out till they’re throwing Storm a birthday party and she asks him for a dance herself. He happily accepts and everyone is absolutely flabbergasted when they see him actually doing well.

I think with Worst Logan Laura knew because she found out from someone else that her Logan used to dance a lot before the accident and he went into hiding. During one of Wades parties she gets ahold of the ox cord and starts playing bachata or something like that. (She learned with the other kids after they got out from Transagin) Somehow she convinces Logan to dance with her and Wade accidentally flips his shit when he notices. It’s so extreme that he won’t shut up about it and drags Logan to a bar down the street that he clames all his Mexican friends say is great. (His only Mexican friend is Laura and a couple of the kids on the block she’s made friends with.)

Origins Logan I almost think met Kayla at some bar. It’s like one of those movie moments where he sees her dancing and he just can’t look away. One thing leads to another and what started as them dancing together on the weekends turned to him head over heels for her.

Another idea (I don’t actually know much about this one) but Patch/ Logan in Madrapor would totally dance Salsa or super dramatic Ball room. Something attention grabbing. Nobody assumes The Wolverine, Weapon X would be able let alone willing to dance. Ever. When the others find out about that part of his cover he says it’s just to make it harder for people to spot him. In reality Madrapor has insanely good live music and it would be a crime to not dance to it.

Anyway that’s the end of my rant. I’d actually love to see someone write a fic for this.

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My mom almost died 6 months ago the day after we went to see Deadpool and Wolverine. I haven’t been able to watch the movie since we saw it opening night. It’s actually so bad that the only marvel movie ive actually sat down to watch completely since then is LOGAN. I watched most of What If…. But I really couldn’t get into it and never watched the last episode. I feel like I’m on the brink. I still love all of the projects and movies and stuff but i genuinely don’t think I’ll ever feel the same when watching any of the stuff. The fandom has been my rock.

To all the amazing writers putting out works every day (especially Logan x reader) I couldn’t thank you enough. Genuinely, right after everything happened with her there was this amazing writer I turned to and put in an anonymous ask for a comfort fic. They delivered a few weeks later and I will forever be thankful for that. I remember siting in the hospital waiting room looking out over my downtown area reading that fic and just feeling seen.

I have people in my life who know what happened but I can’t bring myself to talk about how it’s effecting me. If you’re ever doubting your writing I just want to remind you there’s a very good chance there’s someone even if it’s just one person who’s found enormous comfort in your writing. There’s someone who’s turned to your fic or story or even your art looking to be seen and you delivered.

To my fellow artists of the world, Thank you.

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I feel like his feelings being so sudden probably started out as just the general physical attraction. Like he probably didn’t think he was going to be there for more than a day or two so he flirted with/ interacted with her however he felt like.

He didn’t see a reason to hide his attention to her because lets be honest Logan likes to cause drama. You don’t get into cage fighting without wanting at least a little drama.

By the second movie he’s definitely realizing he actually likes her for more than just her looks. I don’t think there’s a specific point where it changes it’s just a slow shift from “oh look at the pretty red head patching me up” to “she’s so nice and I feel like she gets me.”

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I saw a post once where someone said whenever her husband was pissing her off during an argument she would just flash him her tits to throw him off long enough to get her point across.

I feel like while this would work to get Logan to get him to shut up it would definitely have unintended consequences.

On another note he’s a tits man and nobody can tell me otherwise.

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We don’t talk enough about the fact that in Origins Kayla tells Logan about that spirit who picked flowers for the moon but was tricked and cast out. She tells him the name means Wolverine.

Later after she dies and he goes into the program they ask him what he wants on his new dog tags. He said Wolverine.

Bro chose to live a life with her, fall for her, love her, and ultimately seek revenge for her. He went into the program because of her and chose the name of the character to the last story she told him.

Like do you understand the implications of that?

She was one of the only people to see him as something other than an animal or a killer. She was one of the only people to see that soft side of him. When he took on that name it was to remember her and the way she saw him. Not as a killer but as someone capable of love. Someone who cared so deeply but had experienced great tragedy.

When he took on the name it wasn’t as an animal. With was as a lover. It’s only when he’s lost the memory of its meaning does it become a burden as he believes he is nothing but a killer and an animal. He has nothing to link the name to aside from the surface meaning.

He loved her so much it breaks my heart. Him and Kayla were the real endgame even though they were never meant to last. Tragically I almost feel like in every universe where they are together she ultimately dies. Like a fixed point or a canon event. In every universe where she exists and they meet he is destined to lose her.

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Logan being terrified of planes actually makes so much sense.

Like imagine you’re minding you own business living out your immortality then BOOM 💥 there’s these brothers who decided “hey let’s use wood and fabric to make a thing that makes you fly.” Then WW1 hits and you see it evolve.

Oh wait, BOOM 💥 again and here comes WW2 with the blitz raining fire down over London. Then the Kamikaze divers come along plus we know Logan was in Japan for Nagasaki where again a plane came by and DROPPED THE ATOMIC BOMB ONTOP OF HIM!

In The Wolverines there’s even a moment where a plane flies over the city and he gets a little nervous.

Bro if id witnessed all that I’d be terrified of them too. Like you’re telling be a couple of guys figured out how to put a box in the sky and it dropped the atomic bomb a little over 40 years later?

That shits wild man.

Also bros got serous cat energy so it might just be on instinct alone.

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Actually came up with the most diabolical fic idea using this. If Logan never actually fought DP he and Victor would have never teemed up to stop him, they would have never destroyed the lab, and he probably would have never lost his memories to Stryker/ lost Kayla.

I don’t know if I’ll ever write it but I’m actually losing it at all the potential in this.

What if Worst Wolverine's timeline is Origin's timeline, but Wade killing Origins "Deadpool" had some weird ripple effect on his Deadpool?

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Do yall ever have those morning where you read a fic so unbelievably good it feels like you’re assenting and are literally living out the story?Then you finish it and just have to lay there in bed on a Sunday morning because you have nobody as unhinged for this character as you are?

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Yo Logan x Reader AU idea.

Profesional boxer Logan and profesional MMA fighter reader. She gets asked who she wants to go after next during an interview after one of her matches. She says she may not do boxing but she’d love to get Logan in the cage.

Alternate where it’s a male reader and they do end up with the match up.

Either way reader gets his attention and they end up with this epic rivalry that is very clearly them being totally into one another.

I think that would actually be so cool. I’d write it but I don’t know enough about either sport nor have the time to learn and write it. 😭

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The resemblance is uncanny

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I find something incredibly ironic about looking at gay Poolverine porn and reading X reader smut in church.

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Im sitting at the table listening to my cousin and godmother talk about how they plan to vote and all I can think is “wow it’s going to be 3 years since Destiel-gate”

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I need more X men ‘97 Logan x reader now!!!! 😭

I freaking love him and need more of that sassy short king.

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Forget ☹️ he looks exactly like Oscar the grouch 💀

why does he look exactly like this ☹️ emoji here