#hugh jackman x reader

[a-boca-do-inferno]

not a date! (logan howlett x reader)

summary: (y/n) and Logan have dinner. Finally.

warnings: fluff

words: 0.5k

That was new. 

Logan had a smile on his face that was as beautiful as it was unusual. Wolverine wasn’t one to smile, after all, and you’d be lying if you said it bothered you; quite the contrary. He walked around the kitchen as if he knew exactly what to do, swiftly chopping off some vegetables and throwing them in boiling water. He even whistled every now and then, as he waited for the food to be ready, and you couldn’t help but find it the cutest thing you ever witnessed. His eyes fell on your figure sitting by the counter sometimes, too, maybe to make sure you were still there, and you grinned softly at that thought. You both were trying this thing for some time now and it finally had happened.  

“It smells delicious”, you murmur, with a bit of a bashfulness to your tone. This was your professor still, doesn’t matter how much you wanted to forget that fact. 

“Thanks”, he grunts back, not quite as warmly as you would like, sure, but not harsh either. Logan just had a different way of expressing his feelings and you were starting to get a hold of that as you became closer to each other. He dries up his hands with a cloth mindlessly, leaning on the sink and staring at you with an amused look. “This is not a date, by the way.” 

You snort, nodding along. “Of course, professor", you joke, throwing a pea at him playfully. He catches it with his claws and eats it, making you roll your eyes. “Show off.” 

“So, how’s things back at the school?”, he goes back to stirring his soup. “Been a while since I went there.” 

“Things are great, thriving”, you hum, eating a pea. “Charles seems happy, despite everything that happened these past few years. He’s still doing his best for everyone.” 

“Good”, he finishes cooking and turns off the stove. Logan’s steps come closer, and he glances at you with a smirk, pointing to your phone with his chin. “And how’s the boyfriend?” 

Your eyes narrow at his question, and you shake your head slowly, still holding his gaze. “No boyfriend. Single as a pringle”, you chuckle, shrugging a bit.  

He gives you a disbelieved look, but nods. “Right, and my eyes are ocean blue.” 

You scoff, shaking your head a bit, “what? Is it really that hard to believe I don’t need a man?” 

Logan snorts slightly, walking to your side. He grabs your face softly, yet firmly, and mumbles, “say that again.” You shudder under his touch, trying to formulate an answer, but his hot breath hits you like a brick in your senses. He smirks at your reaction and devours your mouth without warning, holding your waist to his and pulling you by the hair a little. You gasp against his lips, melting completely, surprise and arousal filling up your chest while his tongue painted your teeth with saliva. Logan parts the kiss after a few seconds, with a smug expression towards you, and your cheeks now are as hot as that stove behind you both. “I take back what I said. It’s definitely a date.” 

You roll your eyes, smiling. 

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Logan is training his protegee, reader power of super strength and power of water. Reader has a sexual crush on him and wants to seduce him. hard core sex

hello, sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it.

summary - logan and the reader end up training in another... more fulfilling way.

warning - smut, rough, swearing, creampie, word whore is used, mutants, degrading, smoking cigar.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

‘Ugh, why does it have to be him to train me? He’s so fucking distracting.’ You groan, trying to focus on your powers and the target, but the feeling of Logan standing close to you makes your core throb. “Do you mind standing back?” You growl as you turn slightly to glare at the giant man. You swear you see him staring at your ass, but when you blink, he is staring directly at you.

Logan smirks, takes a step back and leans against the wall. He pulls a cigar from his pocket, continuing to stare you down. “Don’t have to get your knickers in a twist, sweetheart.” He places the cigar in his mouth, and your eyes focus on how he lights it, feeling your cunt tingle at the action. “Now, c’mon. Show me what ya got.” 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you try to calm your desires. You lift your arm, eyes rolling back as you feel the water begin to form in your palm. Your eyes narrow, focusing on the target. Logan watches the water form into sharp spikes, huffing in approval as they shoot through the air and pierce through the wooden target. You feel shivers run through you as you hear Logan whistle. Your ears pick up him moving closer, feeling close to snapping and fulfilling the need to hold him down as you bounce on his thick cock.

A growl leaves you as you feel him rest a hand on your shoulder, and you grab hold of it, flipping him. You get down and straddle his lap. The both of you huff as your core rubs against his bulge. Logan lies back, hand behind his head as the other rests on your hip, your eyes focusing on the cigar dangling from his lips. Your dark, lustful eyes dart up to his. “Why do you keep getting into my personal space?”

He huffs, sending a puff of smoke toward your face. “I like how aroused you get when I do.” His eyes slowly drag down your body, sucking on the cigar as he does. The hand on your hip moves to your core, and his cock twitches as you moan. A sharp gasp escapes you as he rips a hole through your pants, growling as he comes in contact with your bare cunt. “You’re such a whore, wearing nothing while you train with me.” 

Your hands quickly make work of his belt, undoing and unzipping his jeans before pulling out his throbbing member. A needy whine leaves you as you feel how heavy he is in your hands, your eyes wide. “How the hell is this going to fit inside me?” Your hands slowly move up and down his base, his red and angry tip leaking large amounts of pre-cum. You bite your bottom lip, feeling Logan rub your swollen clit before a squeal leaves you as he lifts you and plants you straight onto his cock. “Oh– Fuck!” Your eyes roll back.

Logan grunts, hands gripping your hips as he slams you down. His thick, bulging member slides in and out of you rapidly, balls slapping your ass as he picks up speed. “Jesus, fuck. You know how much of a fucking tease you are. Always fucking shaking your ass in my face or pushing your tits together.” Logan bends his knees, and a groan leaves him as your dripping cunt clenches around him. His hand comes up, ripping the shirt from your body, and he growls as your breasts begin to bounce in his face, squeezing them, twisting and flicking your nipples as his cock pierces you before his hand moves up and wraps tightly around your throat. 

Your half-lidded eyes stare down at him as you bounce, your body moving harshly with his. His cock feels enormous inside you, and you can feel slick gathering at the stretch. Your hands rest on his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as you throw your head back and scream. Logan’s dark eyes begin to move around the room, watching as water rises from nowhere. Some of it touches his flesh causing pleasant tingles to shoot through him. 

He growls, gripping your body and flipping you around. His large form covers your tiny one as he begins to pound harder and faster into your puffy cunt, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breasts bounce wildly. “Fucking whore.” He lifts a hand, wrapping around the cigar in his mouth, sucking in the deliciousness before blowing a puff of smoke in your face. “You like when an older man destroys your cunt?” Your head moves up and down rapidly, hands gripping his arms. “Of course ya do. Whores don’t care bout nothing but cock.” 

You pant and moan, feeling your high approaching. “P–Please! I need to cum. Please let me cum!” Your legs wrap around his thick form, and the feeling causes your cunt to pulsate around him, sucking him into you deeper. “Oh– Jesus! You feel so fucking huge! So good!” Your back arches as you cling onto him, not daring to cum without his permission. 

Logan’s thrusts grow feral, and he stares into your dazed eyes as he moves his hand down and connects it with your swollen clit, rubbing slowly with his rough thrusts. “If I let you cum. You’re mine. Understood, sweetheart.” You nod, whines leaving you. Logan rubs your clit faster, his thick tip hitting the sweet spot inside you. “I need an answer!” The growl that leaves him sends shivers through your body, intensifying the feeling much more.

“Yes! Yes! I’m yours, fuck! Please!” 

“CUM!” 

Your toes curl, eyes rolling back as your juices squirt out of you and cover the man above. He grunts, leaning back and grabbing your thighs. His fingers dent your flesh, pulling you flush against him as he pounds harder into you. Logan can feel his cock throb and his balls tighten as his end approaches, and the thought of filling you to the brim with his seed sends him over the edge. “FUCK!” He roars, hot white spurts shoot out of his large mushroom tip and deep inside you, he punches the floor as his claws come out. His head is thrown back, the cigar still dangling from his beautiful pink lips as he empties inside you.

Logan slowly pulls out once he’s done, glaring down at you as he smokes his cigar. His large hand taps your leg, that’s still lazily wrapped around him. “C’mon, let’s go to my room so I can split ya on my cock some more, maybe make a mess of ya while I’m at it, and brand you, so everyone knows your mine.” He growls, picking you up with one arm as he heads off in the direction of his room.

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[hsllfirescoops]

Something Stupid

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𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 “𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽”

✰ notes: all work is mine and i do not give permission for it to be translated or published anywhere else, thank you! ✰

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 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

It was late, and all the students were either in bed or studying. Wandering to the kitchen, you see Logan already nursing a beer. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him always sneaking alcohol into the school. Despite Charles always finding them and throwing them away. 

Shuffling to Logan, you gently wrap your arms around him, laying your head on his shoulder. “How were your classes today?" Your voice muffled pressing light kisses. 

“They were fine, same shit different day” he grumbled, taking another swig. He seemed tensed—well more tense than usual. You gently massage his shoulders, gliding your hands with your power. Relieving any sore muscles from training. You can see him relaxing, which always makes you feel better about your powers. 

"Bub, you just know how to make me feel good” he smiled. Oh how you love to make him smile. To ease his pain, may it be to project something else during his nightmares or take out simple knots in his back. You would do anything to make him feel better. 

“All for you Logan, I love you” you breathed out, hardly containing a smile. You couldn’t help it. Logan brings you so much joy and what better way to express it?

You walk to the other side of the island, what feels like an eternity. Glancing at Logan waiting for him to do anything. It didn’t even look like he was breathing, the beer bottle in hand long forgotten.

"Logan, please say something” hell pleading for some sort of relief from the pain brewing inside. 

"Kid, I think we should stop seeing each other,” he mumbled. His fist clenched, “This shouldn’t have gone on as it has.”

Tears threatening to fall, you couldn’t help but scoff. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I'm serious! I told you in the beginning and you ignored it! I’ve lost too many people, you knew I didn’t want anything serious!” He shouted.

“I thought things changed, I thought we could move past this! You won’t lose me,” you choked back a sob. You could feel your power slipping, trying to breathe struggling to catch your breath.

“You don’t know anything,” he grumbled, “you’re just a naive kid. What we had was just benefits. But you kept pushing to be more and I can’t!” He knew what to say, to push you, to get rid of you.

“Fuck you Logan, hope you enjoy finally being alone. Because no one is going to be there for you like I was.”

You pushed past Logan, the air feeling tight.

Once out of sight, you teleport to who knows where. Sitting in an empty field you let go. The pain erupts out of you. You can’t grasp what’s happening around you, all you see is blue. The only thing, the constant thing that is plaguing your mind is Logan.

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As Logan grabs another beer, he hears a faint whisper in his head. “Goodbye Logan.”

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So this was the absolute first thing I've ever written and posted. I don't know how to feel about it. I've just kinda had this idea and it's been nagging at me for weeks.

I have written since middle school, so I'm extremely behind on what feels like everything. I'm also terrible at being descriptive. But I hope it was at least enjoyable!

thank you for taking the time to read this! <3

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[creedslove]

☣ Masterlist ☣

Masterlist 1 | Masterlist 2

VICTOR CREED (SABRETOOTH)

Series:

Basement (3/?)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The Animal Who Dreamed He Was A Man (angst drabbles) (4/?)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Imagines:

Face Dripping GIF

Imagine Victor Went Back In Time In DOFP

Asks:

Victor Being Tied To The Bed

Victor's Toys Stash

Victor's Thoughts On Marriage And Fatherhood

Climbing&Kissing Victor

Victor On Being Abandoned

Victor On Snuggling

Wade Finding Out Victor Cuddles

RAY DONOVAN

Headcanon:

Ray Showing Affection Towards You

Songfic:

I Don't Love You

LOGAN HOWLETT (WOLVERINE)

One Shots:

Anything The Wolf Wants

DRABBLES AND REQUESTS:

Kitties And Little Wolves (Logan x Victor)

Pregnant (Victor x Reader)

Together (Rogue x Logan)

Meeting The Family (Ray Donovan x Reader)

OLD MAN LOGAN/OLD MAN VICTOR

Series:

Another One Of Us (2/?)

Part 1

Part 2

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[buckyseddie]

tragic endings

pairings — logan (james) howlett x fem!human!reader

summary — in which, after she takes in a young, troubled mutant in and vows to protect her from all dangers that she seems to be in, she meets the famously-brooding wolverine, who unexpectedly changes her life.

word count — 16.2k.

warnings — mentions of reader suffering through parental neglect and abuse as a child and having LOADS of trauma (LOTS of heavy hints of ptsd too!), mentions of reader taking some lives in order to protect laura and carrying a LOT of guilt, ANGST (obviously, because this isn't a happy ending type of fic), some fluff in it though, reader's in her early twenties, character death and self-sacrifice, equal pining, kisses, use of pet-names [kid, sweetheart, doll], mentions of the reader being depressed and having anxiety and also being suicidal / wanting to die, also a little bit of logan and the reader posing as laura's parents, reader has abandonment and codependency issues, reader also has raging anger issues.

notes — i have one word to describe this fic: long. it is going to be VERY long. also, i love that i finally finish this right as i find out that my grandma passed away... we love grief! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT'S SORT OF... COMPLICATED. ALL she knows, is that she feels something — something she can't quite explain — for the little girl that has suffered through so much pain and loss.

how could someone who suffered through so much pain at the hands of her own parents could become a motherly figure to a misunderstood little girl? well, maybe it's just because she couldn't help it.

she may have had a rough childhood, but [y/n] could just feel it in her heart that laura needed someone to show her that she mattered — that she was worth the hard journey of making it out of everything alive.

so, is it really that hard to see why she would do anything to get her safe? even go to the older, grumpy — clearly retired — wolverine for help?

"look, kid. you seem like you've got good intentions. but, i can't afford to have anymore trouble by helping you and the girl out." logan grumbles, after laura had arrived to knock out the asshole that dared try to mess shit up for him, charles, and caliban.

[y/n] sighs, trying to keep an eye on laura, who has just now begun to walk over to charles. "i can't say i don't get it. because... i do," she sympathetically states, understanding that he just wants to be left alone from all the danger that being a mutant brings.

with another sigh, she watches the young girl interact with charles with a sense of comfort, before turning back to face the older man, who's been watching her warily. "look, i know she's not my daughter — not by blood. but, i love her like she's my own. and she doesn't deserve to be hunted down and killed like a monster. she's done nothing wrong."

"so, i'm only asking you to get us somewhere safe, where we can travel away from on our own. i'll pay you whatever and however much you want. but, i'm not abandoning her — i'm going to protect her with everything i have, for as long as possible."

there's a moment of silence as he doesn't say anything. but, after realizing that his silence is his answer, [y/n] nods wordlessly, trying not to get emotional over the fact that she and laura are on their own to find somewhere safe for them to go.

"right. like i said, i get it." she mumbles, sighing.

an unexpected look of regret flashes in logan's eyes, but [y/n] doesn't see it, due to motioning for laura to come over to her.

a look of disappointment takes over the little girl's expression as [y/n] turns back to face the wolverine. "look, i'm sorry for bothering you about this. clearly... this was both a mistake and a waste of time." she murmurs as laura comes up from behind her and grabs her hand.

"and i hope these guys," she stops to point to the unconscious man still lying on the ground. "don't give you any more trouble."

he sighs and nods, still watching her warily as he begins to wonder why a human would risk so much — and her life — just to protect this little girl that he's been growing more curious about by every passing second.

he also finds her a little bit annoying, but nevertheless, it's all the same amount.

with no other words being said between them, [y/n] gives him a forced and fake smile, hoping that she doesn't make him feel guilty for not being able to help them, as she gently tugs on laura's hand to tell her that it's time for them to go.

as they walk further away, logan begins to wonder if he made a mistake — for not agreeing to help them.

after all, it's always been a first instinct and part of his nature to help and protect people. or at least, when he had been part of the x-men team.

—————

THE NEXT TIME THEY MEET, it's a few days later — after logan, charles, and caliban had been attacked by the group called alkali-transigen for the second time.

caliban had been captured by this group, while logan and charles were able to escape in logan's crappy limo-like car.

the two men had found laura and [y/n] sitting in an alley. laura was fast asleep, lying her head on the older woman's shoulder.

[y/n] shivers, tugging the tiny blanket further over laura's sleeping form as the sound of the limo pulls up near the entrance.

worried that they're found again by the cruel men that just wouldn't leave them alone, [y/n] cautiously pops open an eye, brows furrowing. she leans forward, trying to get a better look.

but, she stops suddenly as she notices logan stepping out of his car, confusion filled on his face. "logan? w—what are you doing here?"

"kid, why didn't you tell me that you guys didn't have anywhere else to go?" he asks her once he gets to the actual entrance of the alley.

she shrugs, sitting up now as she tries to ignore the cold weather. "i could tell you didn't want to be bothered. i thought it would've just been easier if i lied." she murmurs, stopping completely as laura begins to stir a bit in her sleep.

once the young girl has stopped moving in her sleep completely, [y/n] impulsively decides to move to stand up, in order to give the young girl all the room she needs.

so, within a few cautious and quiet seconds, she slowly moves herself away and moves laura to the side, before placing her jacket under her head to use as a pillow.

with a prolonged, nervous sigh, [y/n] then takes in a relieved inhale as the little girl falls right back to sleep without any further disturbance.

"you know, if i knew you guys had nowhere else to go... " logan trails off when she turns to finally face him.

with another sigh leaving her, [y/n] lightly grabs onto his arm — in which, who flinches for more than a second — before leading him over to the front of his parked car.

"look, logan. we both know that you probably would have still said no." she murmurs, making sure to keep an eye on laura every few seconds while speaking with him.

logan sighs, knowing that she is right — no matter how many times he wishes to believe otherwise.

but, there's also another part of him that knows that he would probably help her and laura in a heartbeat, if he weren't growing slowly weak every day. but, he is — it both slows him down and makes it hard for him to help them to his full potential.

he opens his mouth to say something, but charles, who'd rolled down his window from inside the car before and heard the twos' conversation, interrupts him, "logan, they need our help — we should help them."

with a small smile almost curving onto her lips, [y/n] sighs. she knows that she can't just drag him and logan into this. it just wouldn't be fair.

"no, please. it's really alright. i don't want to put you guys in this complicated situation." she murmurs, just as laura stirs again in her sleep.

charles shrugs his shoulder, as if he wouldn't mind if they got dragged into it. but, then again, he's never been one to turn down the chance to help others when they need it.

"really, guys... it's okay. laura and i will manage on our own." she murmurs as she turns to walk back over to the little girl and gently and carefully pick her up.

as she faces them and walks back over to logan with laura still in her arms, covered up in both [y/n]'s jacket and blanket, logan furrows his brows. "are you sure?"

the concern in his voice shocks her, but she waves it off as him just trying to be polite. "y—yeah. we'll be fine." she nods, gulping down her pride as she lies through her teeth, once again.

in a way, she's grateful that he'd said earlier that he couldn't help her and the girl. i mean, [y/n] is the type of person to deal with her own issues and problems by herself, instead of choosing to burden people with them — her words, not mine.

her going to logan for help was really just a moment of weakness. she was desperate — only wanting to do whatever she could to try every possibility that would protect laura and get them anywhere safe.

truthfully, the main reason why she's lying to them about really needing their help, is the fact that she feels guilty — it's already obvious that logan feels regretful that he didn't agree to help them.

and guilt-tripping them — mostly logan — that was never her intention. so, if she has to lie to make him feel better about the situation, then that's what she's going to do.

"you don't have to lie, [y/n]. there's nothing wrong with admitting when you need help." charles tells her from his side of the open window.

the young woman mentally slaps her hand to her forehead in irritation over forgetting that the extremely older man is psychic.

she stutters, hating that she can't hide the truth from them. "i... i just don't want to be a burden. and... i don't know what i'd do if either of you got seriously hurt because you guys decided to help us — everyone gets hurt when they get involved with me."

with a relentless sigh, logan simply nods to the car. "we'll figure it out, okay? just get in."

she hesitates for a moment, wondering if dragging them into this mess is really the right answer.

after all, she knows that if either of them gets hurt — in any way — because of her, she'll never forgive herself.

but, as laura recklessly jumps down from [y/n]'s arms, causing a shocked gasp to leave her, and runs over to the other door opposite of the one charles is sitting behind, she sighs.

both [y/n] and logan share a look of a tiny bit of amusement.

with a tired yawn, she shrugs her shoulder, knowing that she won't be able to change the little girl's mind now as she opens the door and slides in.

"i... guess laura would like to take you guys up on that offer. so, i'm not really in a place to say no now." she mutters as logan leads her to the front of the car.

if only they had known all the bigger trouble they'd all have to endure in the future, all because they allowed the possibility of helping them become a reality.

—————

AFTER MANY DIFFERENT NIGHTS OF passing through different towns, logan finally stops at a gas station that's in the middle of nowhere.

[y/n] follows laura over to one of the electric horses, while logan and charles stay back in the car. as she leads laura up and over the horse to sit down, [y/n] places some quarters into the machine.

"there you go," she murmurs, giving the younger girl a warm smile. "now, i'm going inside to use the bathroom. i'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

the girl silently nods as [y/n] hesitates to leave her alone.

but, nevertheless, after realizing that, not only are they all in the clear — for now — but logan and charles will surely watch her for a few minutes, while she's in the bathroom.

with the positive thoughts swirling around in her head, [y/n] finally walks over to the door, before walking inside.

after asking the person at the front of the store where the bathroom is, he points in the direction of where it is, and [y/n] races off in that direction in a hurry as she really needs to use the bathroom.

the young woman tries to pee as fast as she can, considering that they're all still on the run and practically fugitives at this point.

then, as she walks over to the sink, she rinses off and washes her hands. but, as she sees all the blood — from the previous days of running into trouble with the group that had started all of this — dried up on both her hands, arms, and face, panic begins to quickly sink in.

to protect laura, [y/n] had to take extra precautions and do whatever she could, to do just that.

not only had she been injured, but she had also had to do two things she'd always said she'd never do — learn how to shoot guns and really any other weapons, all the while also having to take some lives.

it was self-defense, of course. but, still.

the guilt and trauma she's endured because of the fact that she's killed some people... well, it's taken too much of a toll on her.

all she kept thinking was, how can i live with myself, after all the things i've done?

she still thinks this as she tensely and harshly tries to scrub all the blood away.

[y/n] has always dealt with self-image issues and her internal hatred for herself — especially, with growing up in the toxic household that she had as a kid. but, this? it's extra new and multiplied now.

shaky breaths and unshed tears escape her as she looks up at herself in the mirror this time.

but, just before the negative thoughts can become any worse, there's a knock on the bathroom door.

[y/n]'s head snaps up in the direction of the door, more panic filling her. "just a minute!" she yells to the person on the other side of the door as she tries to scrub harder to get the blood off.

her breaths become more panicked as logan's voice speaks up from outside. "[y/n], i'm coming in."

her eyes widen in both surprise and shock. as the door slowly opens, she panics and turns around, so that she's leaning against the sink and is hiding her hands behind her back.

just as he walks inside, [y/n] lets out a shaky, "h—hey. is everyone... ready to go?"

however, logan doesn't reply to her. he only steps closer to her as he crosses his arms over his chest with confusion swirling around in his eyes. "what's going on? did something happen?"

she abruptly shakes her head, dipping her head down to avoid showing any weakness. "everything's f—fine."

"don't lie to me. what's going on?" he asks her once more, stepping even closer to her, to the point of them only being a few inches away from each other.

with a sigh of defeat, [y/n] shakily pulls her hands out from behind her back. "i... i can't get the blood off — their blood. it won't come off." she whispers shakily.

he frowns, stepping even closer to her.

the young woman's breath catches in her throat as the space between them decreases by every passing second.

though, the concerned look in his eyes scares [y/n].

as someone who's never experienced someone worrying about her and her well-being in her entire life, just the thought of someone actually taking care of her, terrifies her, to be completely honest.

they stare at each other for a long moment, before logan slowly reaches for a paper towel and moves over closer to one of the sinks and turns it on to run the paper towel through some water. then, he brings the towel back to her and starts to gently scrub her hands and arms.

within a few minutes, he has successfully gotten the blood off of her hands, arms, and face. as he throws the paper towel away, her gaze softens as he steps away from her to give her her space.

"t—thank you." she murmurs raspily, trying to act as if she hadn't let him see her in such a vulnerable state.

he simply nods hesitantly, now stuck in his thoughts.

when they had first met, he — no matter how many times he's tried to ignore it — had become just slightly curious about her.

but, now? he can't help but find himself completely consumed with the feeling of concern and curiosity over her.

after another long moment of them just looking at one another, [y/n] finally snaps herself out of her daze, shaking her head in silent embarrassment. "i... i think i'm going to find laura and get back to the car. i think i've been in here long enough, right?" she tries to crack a joke, desperately needing to change the subject.

logan nods once more, before motioning to the door as he waits for her to leave first.

once she's officially out of the bathroom and through the hall, he follows after her.

though, before either of them can actually leave the building, both adults find them watching a very shocking scene playing before them.

laura has her claws grown out of her skin, and she holds down the current worker of the small gas station, an angry look placed on her face.

"oh, god..." [y/n] trails off, sharing a similar expression with logan.

as the young girl yells out, [y/n] snaps her head towards that direction and her eyes widen in shock and surprise.

then, she races over to the two of them, and gently pulls laura away from the man. her grasp immediately falls away from the man's when [y/n]'s gentle touch connects with her body.

"laura!" she murmurs in a slight lecturing tone, though it's still gentle. "you can't do stuff like that. you can't hurt innocent people, okay? you understand me?"

after a moment, the little girl finally nods and in a matter of seconds, her claws retract back into the skin of her knuckles.

[y/n] sighs in relief, before leading her back to the car, while logan stays inside for a few more minutes.

later that night, they arrive at a hotel. both [y/n] and laura fall fast asleep the second they reach their bed.

logan, however, struggles to stay asleep.

—————

SHE WAKES UP IN THE middle of the night, breathless gasps and hyperventilating breaths leaving her.

as she continues to struggle to breathe, she notices the little girl, who’s lying beside her, is still fast asleep. 

she runs a shaky hand through her slightly knotted up and greasy hair as her heart begins to beat faster than ever and her breaths become much more panicked. 

if only she didn’t have that nightmare — of all the lives she’s taken to protect laura. it’s a relentless, repetitive terrifying dream that she has been having almost every night, ever since it happened.

with another moment of her panicking state becoming much more worse, she shakily and quietly — as much as she can — takes off her blanket and rushes off in the direction of the bathroom. 

too buried deep in her panicked thoughts and the flashbacks that the nightmare has provided for her, she doesn’t even notice the wolverine sitting in the other room that leads to the bathroom.

she only stumbles into the bathroom and quietly shuts the door. 

as she slides down the door, she doesn’t even realize that the light is still off. she’s only focused on trying to not go into full panic mode, or worse, slip off of the edge and begin to have a panic attack. 

but, it’s quite too late for that.

she’s already slipping and losing all of her control over her breathing. another painful and breathless sob leaves her lips and her head falls to lean against the door as she clenches her eyes shut. 

the tears fall carelessly down her cheeks and she cries out in frustration. god, she hates crying. it has always made her feel weak.

she shakily stands up as she quickly flicks the light switch on. but, as she looks into the mirror and sees her wrecked appearance, another shaky breath escapes her lips. 

[y/n]’s brows furrow and more tears cloud her eyes.

then, out of nowhere, she slams her hands down onto the counter repeatedly. the loathing hatred she feels for herself grows and grows by every passing second. 

more tears blur her vision, the shaky breaths still leaving her lips.

though, before she can panic even more, there’s a light knock on the other side of the door. 

“kid? everything okay in there?” logan’s voice calls out through the door and it — fortunately — snaps [y/n] out of her panicked daze. at least, for the moment. 

“w—what?” she stutters out in an answer to his question. she holds her breath as she waits for him to say what he wants to.

“are you okay?” 

the tone of concern shocks [y/n] as she chokes on her answer, “y—yeah, i’m… uh, i’m fine.” 

there’s only silence for the first few minutes. but then, suddenly, the door knob is being turned and logan is slowly entering.

he shuts the door behind him as he turns to face her with crossed arms and a look as if to say, 'i know you’re not fine'.

“i know you’re lying. why can’t you sleep?”

she stays silent, eyes falling to the floor as she leans against the counter. 

“well?” he asks, causing her to snap her head back up at him.

“it’s nothing… i—” she abruptly cuts herself off, inhaling deeply. she dips her head down in shame as she tries to calm herself down.

"i just... had another nightmare. that's all." she mumbles as she lifts her head back up to look at him.

he sighs with a nod. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, not being able to help but feel a little worried about her.

as she notices this look on his face, something in her brings her butterflies. [y/n] gulps nervously, before shaking her head.

despite, trusting him now — a bit more than she had before — she just can't let him in, yet. and she knows that he can understand that more than anyone else.

he nods.

silence fills the room as they stare at each other with different emotions consuming them.

while logan still feels a bit worried about her well-being, [y/n] watches him with a wary expression, trying to figure him out.

"well, um... thank you — for checking in on me. but, i promise, i'm okay," she murmurs, anxiously running a hand through her tangled-up hair. "i'm always okay."

despite, [y/n] sounding really genuine, logan doesn't believe her for a second. but, he doesn't say anything about it.

after another moment of complete silence, [y/n] clears her throat. "well... i should go back to bed." she says, nodding to the door, causing logan to snap out of his own concerned thoughts.

he nods and drops his arms from his chest, before moving to twist the doorknob and pulls the door open.

he lets her pass him as she hurries back to her and laura's bed.

though, as she lies back down and stares at the hotel room’s ceiling, a soft smile finds it's way to her lips as she remembers how concerned about her he's been acting lately.

she may not still completely trust him.

but, for him to grow concerned for her? that's quite a big development on his part.

[y/n] falls asleep with that same smile on her lips.

—————

SHE SLEEPS A LOT BETTER. so much so that she sleeps through the entirety of the next day.

the only time where she actually wakes up, is when — while logan went off to find a better car for them, since the limo's already been seriously damaged — a few men, who were sent from the psychopath that's been hunting both [y/n] and laura in the first place, showed up at the hotel room.

unfortunately, right when she does wake up, charles begins to have a seizure. it not only stops the bad men from harming laura, but it also does the same for everyone else.

the entire process is especially more harmful to [y/n], considering that she's only human, after all.

lucky for her, logan arrives soon after, taking care of some of the men, before laura assists with giving him charles' shot that's supposed to help with the seizures.

once charles has officially calmed down, [y/n] takes in a deep breath.

but, as she stands up, she loses her balance, when her legs give out, taking much more of a hit than anyone could've anticipated.

she lets out a groan as she clutches her head in pain, suddenly being hit with a wave of throbbing pain.

as she continues to struggle to deal with the pain, both laura and logan watch her in worry.

while logan turns to face charles, who wears a very regretful expression, and gives him a pointed glance, laura races over to [y/n] and silently worries about her.

as she tries to breathe through the pain, she notices the little girl's presence near her and decides to place her now sweaty hands over hers, in order to calm her down.

"it's... okay — i'm okay. i promise." her voice comes out in a croaky whisper as she begins to slowly stand up.

surprise flashes in her eyes as she notices the crazy amount of concern and worry in logan's eyes.

he steps forward to help her, but she holds up a hand, before he can get any closer.

"don't worry about me. i'm fine." she murmurs, trying to ignore the pain that is still consuming her body.

logan raises a single brow at her, challenging her to tell the truth as he notices her wince in further-more pain. "you sure about that? because you don't look like you're okay." he steps forward once more.

before she can answer him, her head throbs, once more.

it causes her to stop completely and dip her head down in pain as she presses her hand to her forehead.

"[y/n]?" he calls out as he steps closer her, the rest of the people in the room becoming much more concerned for her as she sighs shakily.

"i..." she trails off breathlessly as she begins to feel so much more light-headed and becomes a bit nauseous. "i don't understand why it's like this... "

"like what?"

"why it hurts so much..." she whispers as her legs finally give out and everything goes dark.

—————

THE MOMENT SHE WAKES, SHE notices that she's no longer inside the hotel room they were in before she'd passed out.

she begins to panic after realizing that she doesn't recognize the room she's been currently sleeping in for god knows how long.

her heart beat picks up in a fast pace as she looks around in confusion and stress.

though, before she can actually find herself in a worse panicking state, the door of the room slowly opens.

as soon as she realizes that it's logan, [y/n] sighs in relief. "thank god." she whispers to herself as he slowly shuts the door behind him, before walking over to the bed she's currently lying on.

"you alright? you know, you look really stressed right now." he asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, eyebrows already furrowing together in concern.

she sputters once more, glancing around the room again, before turning back to face him.

"w—where are we? i don't recognize this room... and it's honestly stressing me out. especially, since the last time i was awake, it was inside the hotel room and now i'm here — where i don't recognize anything." she rambles, furrowing her brows as she tries to catch her breath from talking so much.

he chuckles in amusement, before shaking his head at her in response.

"doll, you don't need to worry or stress about that. the explanation is pretty simple," he states as she waits for him to go on.

"after you passed out from what happened in the hotel room with charles and all those men, we had to leave to ensure that that group didn't get to you and laura. so, we left and ended up helping this family and they've offered to let us stay here for the night. we'll be leaving early in the morning, alright?"

after hearing his explanation, she sighs in relief. “oh… okay. that makes sense.”

he nods, staying silent as he stares at her with an expression filled with worry and concern — something that’s become a very familiar look lately. especially, when it comes to her. 

in the past — maybe today, even — he would've told anyone that he would never fall in love again, or even, in this situation, at least, grow genuine, protective instincts and to care for another person.

and when you have the type of haunting past — like he does — it's understandable.

[y/n], sensing his eyes on her, looks up, brows furrowing.

she tilts her head to the side in confusion, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"w—what?" she stutters out nervously, quickly beginning to wonder what's going on inside of his troubled head.

logan tries his best to shake the feelings and new — for him, anyways — thoughts away. "nothing." he mumbles, clearing his throat and cutting off the new moment between them.

it's quiet for a moment, before the door opens, only to reveal both laura and charles.

once laura realizes that the older woman is now awake, relief floods to her face, before she's racing over to the bed and crushing [y/n] into a bone-tight hug.

"oof!" she lets out, trying to ignore just how tight the little girl is hugging her as she hugs her back.

after a second, she laughs in a form of appreciation — she's never felt so loved before, considering how she was treated as a growing child.

"i promise i'm okay. and i will be for a very long time — you never have to worry about losing me. okay?" she murmurs quietly, before the younger girl finally pulls away from her with a protective look shining in her eyes.

"she was quite worried for you." charles says from his place, sat in his wheelchair.

[y/n] nods, feeling guilty for making her worry as a frown takes over the place on her lips.

"and... i'm terribly sorry for putting you in that situation and putting your life in danger." he continues, his facial expression obviously filled with only regret and guilt.

the young woman's face quickly becomes confused.

"oh, charles... that wasn't your fault. and i don't blame you for it." she states in a soft voice, sending him an appreciative smile.

the wolverine scoffs, as if he doesn't quite share the same opinion as her.

his tone of voice is bitter as he speaks again, making how he feels known, "maybe you should."

[y/n] tilts her head to the side in further confusion. "what? how could this be his fault? it can't be his fault, if he can't control when it happens." she says, quickly coming to the eldest man's defense.

"i mean... you can't possibly believe that he wants to hurt anyone. and having these moments of out-of-control seizures can hurt them."

logan only rolls his eyes. "whatever." he mutters, not wanting to argue with her, before he glances towards the door.

"we should go check and see if they've finished making dinner yet." he mumbles as laura hurries to help [y/n] out of the bed.

she chuckles, before shaking her head.

"it's okay, sweetheart. i'm okay to walk." she murmurs softly as the little girl simply nods silently in understanding.

as [y/n] makes her way over to the door, limping and wincing every few seconds, logan, charles, and laura watch in clear concern, but she only ignores it.

she doesn't want to be any more of a victim — not anymore.

her only fate is to be able to protect laura and get her across the border — that's all she's going to be.

logan backs up, pulling charles with him as he keeps a good grip on the handles of the chair, while [y/n] slowly and eventually pulls the door open.

with an excited smile, she turns to them with a hand motioning towards the open doorway and backs away, in order for them to get through. "here we go!"

laura claps excitedly as logan pushes the old telepath through.

as soon as they're out and making their way into the kitchen, [y/n] and laura walk through the doorway and follow after them.

laura lets go of [y/n]'s hand as soon as she gets to her chair, practically throwing herself into it in pure excitement.

the older woman inhales nervously, becoming a little anxious about meeting these seemingly nice folks for the first time.

she lifts her hand up and into the air, giving them a small wave.

"hi. um, i'm [y/n]," she nervously says, nodding towards laura.

"i'm laura's mother." she explains further as the brunette woman laughs and waves her shyness off.

"it's so nice to officially meet you — laura's spoken so highly of you. i'm glad you're doing a lot better than before." she kindly says, nodding to an empty seat, the one next to where logan is now sitting.

[y/n] takes in a deep breath as logan still continues to watch her every move in clear worry, before she takes the seat and sends the much older woman a warm smile.

"thank you. yes, i'm doing and feeling a lot better now."

after the family says their grace, logan and [y/n] glance at one another, not even realizing how much they seem to be looking at each other.

as laura begins to eat — quite messily, too, might i add — logan steps in with a frown and a glare.

he reaches over with his hand and taps her shoulder to get her attention.

then, he gives her her fork, quickly motioning for her to use it properly.

seeing this herself, [y/n] giggles, only finding amusement in watching her.

"i'm... so sorry about laura. as you can clearly see, we're still trying to teach her how to have proper manners."

hearing the 'we' part of her statement, logan gives a gruff agreement, quickly realizing that the woman is going for the wife-and-husband-with-their-daughter cover.

though, it's quite obvious that both adults are their own versions of flushed over the idea of them actually being together — or being a couple.

the older couple simply waves it off, not being ones to judge.

after all, all families are different, right?

though, as laura starts pouring big, big loads of food onto her plate, logan has to interfere, obviously. again.

"there's plenty more, if she'd like some more." katherine offers, nodding over to the younger girl, who's now glaring and pouting at logan.

he shakes his head, mumbling that she's had more than enough.

[y/n] can't help but let a small laugh escape her.

but, after realizing how childish she must seem in the moment, her eyes widen in shock over her own impulsive action, and then clasps her hands over her mouth to keep anything else from escaping.

the famous wolverine stops frowning at laura, only to turn to look over at [y/n] with a raised brow as a response to her childishness.

she laughs again, at the look placed on his face.

after all the time they've spent together — and obviously, the feelings that have shifted between them — she can't take him seriously. not anymore, at least.

although he looks like he's just about ready to lecture her, she knows deep down that he couldn't get mad at her over something so minor.

and another part of her just hopes that maybe he feels the same about her that she feels for him and that he couldn't bear to be angry at her for that long.

logan glares at her once more, though it's more playful than anything else.

as she notices everyone watching their seemingly normal exchange, [y/n] clears her throat as her face instantly turns beat-red at the attention they're receiving.

"uh, sorry." she genuinely apologizes to katherine and her husband.

katherine laughs herself as laura and charles join in. "there's no need to apologize. i think you and james make quite the couple."

[y/n]'s face heats up, once more, at the compliment. "o—oh, thank you." she stutters nervously, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear as logan's gaze catches hers.

this time, though, their eye contact is very much different than any of the others they've shared — this one gives off both admiration and genuine care over the other.

charles, however, decides to cut the moment short, after noticing the pair of adults' undeniable connection, when he accidentally hears both of their own thoughts.

[y/n] is not only flushed on the outside, but also on the inside — she wonders anxiously if anything could ever happen between them, or if it's just her that feels this way.

and logan? well, he's trying to act like she doesn't have a single effect on him at all — he's trying to stay professional about this all and fight against how he truly feels.

a small smirk tugs at the psychic's lips, before he breaks the silence, "yes, my son and [y/n] truly do make quite a great couple — they're actually quite perfect for each other."

[y/n]'s face turns even redder — if that's even possible — while logan glares at the side of charles' face.

but, after a moment, both logan and [y/n] realize that the rest of the family — and charles and laura — are watching them carefully and closely.

"yeah, we are perfect for each other. i'm just happy to be with him and to have laura and charles — this family means everything to me." the young woman states, no lies evident in her tone of voice — she speaks the truth in her words, even if it's all just for a cover that won't be permament.

something in logan changes when he hears her truthful words, a small smile — a grateful one — appearing on his lips as he stares at only her with a gentle look in his eyes.

without another thought, he nods and says his own version of the truth, despite the fact that he hasn't wanted to get attached to either her or laura, in the first place, "you know i feel the same, sweetheart."

his tone of voice comes out gruff, but [y/n] senses the truth in it and smile at him as she places one of her hands over his.

they both fall into the moment, completely forgetting about everyone else, almost as if the entire world falls away, when it's just them.

katherine smiles at them with admiration.

"you know how i know you two are truly perfect for each other?" she asks, breaking the moment between them as they glance over at her in confusion.

"you look at each other like you're the other's world — and that's true love." she continues as [y/n] laughs nervously, before murmuring a 'thanks'.

logan watches her once more, before katherine's husband asks where they're heading after this.

he snaps himself out of his daze as both he and charles reply with completely different locations.

"uh," logan starts, but [y/n] laughs and cuts the two men off, "sorry. apparently, there's been some miscommunication!" she laughs once more, trying to make a joke out of it.

katherine laughs with her.

"are you guys going on some kind of extended-vacation?"

after a moment, [y/n] nods, choosing to just go with it. "we're going to be going to both oregon and south dakota."

charles nods along with her.

"yes, it's a very long overdue vacation," he pauses as both logan and [y/n] nod in agreement. "we're city folk — always wanted to see the country. and meet the people in it."

logan watches the exchange, noticing how comfortable both charles and [y/n] are about speaking about a vacation.

needless to say, they all deserve a vacation — away from all the complicated situations they've been in lately.

"that's lovely." katherine nods in agreement as everyone continues to eat.

"i've been trying to get will here to take a vacation for years—"

will interrupts, quickly bringing up that they'd not be able to take care of their property, if they went on vacation.

katherine replies to this by telling him they need to sell the property.

[y/n] laughs at their interaction, never before seeing an actual healthy couple before — her parents, after all, didn't have a healthy relationship at all.

they continue to argue, before their son interrupts them, "i could drop out of school!"

"let's not go that far." katherine says to him seriously as he just laughs it off.

"i mean, i'll do it."

"no."

"why not?"

something in logan's face changes as he watches the normal family exchange between them all.

his gaze goes over to laura, something changing immediately.

[y/n] notices this and smiles, hoping that he truly does care about her and laura, like she hopes he does.

"now, why would you want to do that, nate?" charles asks genuinely and [y/n] can't help it as she lets out a giggle.

"you might want to be careful with answering that question, nate. charles here, was a professor that ran a very important school." she announces in an amused tone of voice.

"a lot of years, right, charles?" logan asks, finding some entertainment in this topic of conversation, as well.

charles waves him off, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

though, just as he begins to agree politely, [y/n] begins to experience some more sharp pains in her head.

this time, though, it's much more extreme than before.

then, she's suddenly pushing back from the chair as she stands up, catching everyone's now concerned looks.

"i... i'm sorry. i think... i need to lie down — it seems that i'm still having some headaches." she murmurs in an embarrassed tone as she starts to sway slightly and her eyesight gets blurry and splotchy.

logan immediately stands up, becoming much more worried than before.

he places a hand over her back and the other on her shoulder as she begins to groan in pain — she's never felt headaches this bad before.

"i'm going to help her get back upstairs." he announces, not caring if he seems rude, his attention completely on the young woman in pain.

"yes, you should," katherine agrees, after standing up and placing her hand up to [y/n]'s forehead.

she frowns at how warm she is. "she's burning up. she really should lie down — maybe, just for a little bit, or until y'all leave tomorrow morning."

logan doesn't say anything in response. though, he understands what she's saying and is mentally agreeing himself.

[y/n] gulps guiltily, both feeling bad for all of the issues her health is causing and because she really doesn't understand why she's been in so much pain recently.

for only a moment, she leans her head against logan's chest, the sudden nausea becoming way too much for her in the moment.

logan, not quite expecting such an open and vulnerable action from her, breathes in a deep breath as he allows the physical contact. only because it's her.

"alright," he suddenly says, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and turning to face katherine.

"i'll be back to help laura and charles to bed." he states, nodding to them, who've both stopped their eating to watch [y/n] in further concern — they all know that she's only been acting like she's fine, but they didn't expect everything to get worse for her.

[y/n] barely acknowledges anything after that — the pain she feels is just too distracting for her to hear the worry in logan's voice, or to see the concern everyone in the room holds for her.

though, as logan brings her into his arms — bridal style — and walks them up the stairs, she lets out a barely containable cry.

this causes his eyebrows to furrow together in both concern and confusion. "what's wrong, doll?"

she cries again, hating how worried he is for her.

"i... i hate this... " she says through her heavy breaths that match with her small cries.

"hate what?"

"this — being so pathetic and weak of a human being that i can't even make it through the night." she mumbles, but he hears her completely, considering of how close they are.

"sweetheart—" he begins to say, knowing where this conversation is going, just as they reach the doorway of the room that she'd slept in before.

but, she interrupts him, "—no."

as her voice comes out in emotional stutters, she forces herself out of his arms as carefully as she can.

as soon as she's standing, she begins to feel light-headed again.

"[y/n]—" he says again as he notices that same sick-to-her-stomach expression on her face.

"no... i can't do this." she whispers shakily as a bunch of strands of her hair falls over her face.

though, honestly? this small little detail is something that she could care less about.

logan frowns, not sure of what she means. "what do you mean by that? can't do what?"

she lets out a slightly unhinged laugh as she shakes her head.

"i can't help laura... if i can't even survive," she mutters, taking in a deep breath as she leans against the doorway.

logan tilts his head to the side in concern for her.

he waits for her to continue, knowing that she's not going to stop until she gets what she needs to say out.

"i mean, this behavior isn't fucking normal for me! i have never had these types of issues before, when it comes to my health. this is all happening so suddenly, and i can't understand why."

"you know it could easily just be stress. you've been so worried about the kid and charles lately. i'm sure everything is fine." logan says, stepping forward to help her into the room.

she doesn't budge for a moment, not ready to accept that this is her life now.

she ducks her head down as he places a hand over her shoulder, her bottom lip quickly becoming harshly pulled in between her teeth. her eyebrows raise as tears blur her eyesight very quickly.

"c'mon. let's get you to bed, alright?" he murmurs, trying to stay patient with her, knowing that she's been going through an awful lot in the past few weeks — maybe, even longer.

i mean, logan can't know for sure how many months she's been with laura. or if she's been going through all this trauma, long before she ever met the little girl.

and it's not like he's forgotten about the guilt and anxiety she's been experiencing lately because of the people she's had to kill, in order to protect laura, who she's grown to love and see as her own daughter.

"logan... " she trails off as she finally, finally looks him in the eye with fear in her eyes for the first time ever.

"what if i can't protect her? w—what happens... if something happens to me and i can't keep her safe?" she whispers tremblingly, some of the tears escaping her eyes and sliding down to her cheeks.

normally, she'd be embarrassed to let anyone see her like this — like she's pathetic or weak.

but, this is logan.

he's been much more vulnerable than anyone she's ever known.

also, the fact that he could never judge her for being terrified when he's felt so much worse than her.

this time, though, he stops in place. he no longer tries to get her to the bed.

especially, when he sees the scared look placed on her face, and just how vulnerable she's allowing herself to be with him — even though, she'd never do that with anyone else.

"what are you saying?"

"let's just face it, logan. i'm... obviously getting sick — or something. i don't know what it is, but something is happening to me. and i don't think i'll survive it. which means... " she trails off as she takes in a deep inhale of shaky breaths, trying to accept what she's saying — she needs to make peace with it.

"which means what?" he questions her in a harsh tone of voice, obviously not liking where this conversation is heading.

"it means that i don't have long. and we've barely even gotten to where we need to be, in order for laura to cross the border. i can't help her if i'm dead, logan — you know that." she finally spits out what she's been secretly thinking.

a dark look fills his eyes as he shakes his head, jaw clenching impossibly hard.

"no. i don't know that — we don't know that. you don't know that you're going to die." his statement is spit out in a negative tone of voice, showing that he refuses to believe that it's true.

maybe, it's because he has found himself growing to care for her — way more than he ever planned to.

after all, she and laura aren't strangers to him — not anymore.

"logan, i know... t—that you don't want to hear this." she starts, still leaning against the doorway, clenching her eyes shut and taking in a deep breath at the thought of what she has to say next.

"i know how much pain and loss you've experienced. and i wish and hope that you don't have to experience it... ever again. but, we have to face the facts."

now, she opens her eyes and looks up at him again with more tears spilling.

"and the fact is... i might die. and if i do — whether that's from what my body is experiencing right now, or getting myself killed — i need you to promise me that you'll do right by laura."

he grunts, growing more frustrated and annoyed by the second.

it's obvious — and understandable — that he does not want to have this conversation right now.

or ever, actually.

"she's your daughter — whether you can accept it or not. you are her parent. maybe... even more than i am. after all, i'm just a woman who cares for her and sees her as my child — even when she isn't. but, you, logan... you are her father — you both share the same dna and pain."

he stays silent after hearing this, however.

even if he has so many things to say to her, he doesn't say it, because he knows that she has more she wants to say.

"you have a chance with her. she's not too far gone — she can be better. and you can teach her how to be. but, you have to protect her and get to that border — no matter what happens. she needs a normal and healthy life, where she isn't treated like a weapon." she says, gulping down her pride as she readies herself to say her next choice of words.

"and... of course i want nothing more than to be right there with you guys, when she gets to have the better life she deserves," she states, pausing as that life flashes in the back of her mind.

but, as it disappears, just as fast as it came, she sighs and blinks away the tears. "but, that might not happen. no matter how much i want that future, i have to accept that it might not happen. and... i need you to give her that, okay? she needs a different life than this. she is only a child — one that doesn't deserve to be hunted down like an animal and killed because they think they can't control her. she deserves better than that."

[y/n] forces a smile to her lips.

"she needs you, logan. and i need you to promise me that you'll do what i ask of you — for her sake." she finishes as more tears fall.

he's silent for a moment. but, the anger and denial is quite clear and evident on his face.

noticing this, she steps forward, despite the nausea and pounding of her head that she still feels. "loga—"

"no!" he yells suddenly as his eyes meet hers.

she jumps slightly, worry filling her as she notices the raw emotions swirling around in his eyes.

"no. we're not having this conversation, alright? you're not dying. so, stop with this damn martyr act." he tells her harshly, trying to ignore her hurt expression.

it's a few moments, filled with complete silence and tension slowly building up in the air.

though, logan doesn't care.

or maybe, that's just what he wants it to seem like as he gently grabs onto her waist and side again, silently helping her over to the bed.

they don't exchange any words as he helps her get under the covers, before walking over to the door.

though, before he can shut the door behind him and leave her to her overwhelming emotions and thoughts, she calls out to him, "logan."

he turns to face her, keeping his face stoic as he looks at her in question.

"i want her to sleep in here — just this once." she mumbles shakily, refusing to look him in the eyes.

he silently nods, before walking out and shutting the door, needing to get out of there before he suffocates in that room with her extremely hurt expression.

—————

SHE WAKES UP TO SCREAMS of terror filling the entire house.

[y/n] immediately throws her body up as she lets out a gasp, searching the dark room.

but, she knows that scream — laura.

with a protective instinct towards the little girl, the slightly weak woman stumbles out of the bed and continues to struggle to get out of the room.

once she has the door open, she races into the hall, following the sounds of laura's whimpers and screams, only to find her lying down on the floor of the room that charles had recently fallen asleep in.

"laura? what's going o—?" she starts to question, not quite seeing the full scene of the bedroom.

but, when she does, she sputters and gasps as she takes in the bloody scene before her and the robot-like man that looks way too familiar for her liking.

laura races over to [y/n], hiding behind her as the older woman continues to watch in shock and hurt as charles continues to lose more and more blood by every passing second.

"charles... " [y/n] whispers as tears fall down to her cheeks, not wanting to leave him to bleed out, but also needing to protect laura, who's shaking in fear from behind her.

"it's okay, darling. get laura somewhere safe."

"what? i—" [y/n] wants to say no, but the murderous glint in the enemy's eyes causes her to slowly back away, before turning to laura and kneeling down.

"sweetheart, go find logan. tell him what happened and you tell him to take you with him and get the hell away from here, okay?" she tells her hurriedly, ignoring the pang in her heart at the fact that this is going to be the last time they will ever see each other.

laura cries out, shaking her head and refusing to leave her as tears flood her face. "n—no. i can't leave!"

despite, not saying it, it's clear to [y/n] that what laura's trying to tell her is that she can't leave her behind.

she nods, her cries barely containable as she dips her head as she struggles with her emotions.

but, when she hears his footsteps nearing them and she glances back to see him getting closer and closer to them, she pulls herself together and pushes her away from her.

"laura, go! i'll be fine — i promise." she tells her, despite the fact that she's only lying to protect her.

as the older woman begs her to go with just her pleading eyes, laura hesitates.

but, as [y/n] stands up and turns to face the monster behind them, laura hesitates once more, before turning and running down the steps and races out the front door that's wide open.

as soon as she realizes that the girl is safe and away from the violence, [y/n] spits in his face.

"you're not touching her, you psychotic bastard!" she yells, pulling out her knife — the one she always keeps hidden in a strap she has wrapped around her waist.

he only yells angrily and slaps her to the ground.

she cries out, before she looks back up at him, noticing that he's not done with her yet.

as she winces and pushes herself back further down the hall, he pulls out a needle connected to a tube with some type of scary-looking liquid inside of it.

then, he pulls her closer to him by one of her ankles and injects it into her neck, causing her to groan through the pain, before her body quickly becomes to grow weak.

in the next few moments, all she wants to do is close her eyes. she's just so damn cold and tired.

but, as he assumes that she's about to pass out and begins walking down the stairs in search of laura, [y/n] carefully — and struggles to — get up and stumbles her way down, determined to protect laura.

just as logan walks back and closer to the house from walking around with will — and encountering some complicated trouble — he finds laura, running out of the house with a look of terror swirling around in her eyes.

she heaves in a bunch of breaths as he stops her from running past him. "hey, hey. what's going on, kid?"

she simply shakes her head hurriedly, tears beginning to cloud up in her eyes. "charles, dead. [y/n] sacrificed herself." she bluntly says with an edge of fear, still not able to say complete sentences.

"dammit!" he mutters, realizing what she means and putting it all together, before he looks back down at her with his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"where? where exactly?" he exclaims in question, trying to not take it out on her as fear and immense concern begins to fill his entire body.

laura only points back to the house. "upstairs."

without any hesitation, logan turns to will.

"watch her for me, will you? make sure she stays safe." he tells him, who nods in agreement — though, he's a little confused too — before he races inside and makes it to the stairs.

though, what he finds before him leaves him completely and utterly speechless; blood is trailing the floor of where charles was last, and [y/n] struggles to stand as she tries to fight the man that strangely looks exactly like logan.

"stay... the hell... away from her!" the young woman yells at him, her speech slightly slurred as she struggles to stay awake, trying — and failing — to fight him off.

after all, this is a stronger and much more powerful version of the famous wovlerine.

"[y/n]!" logan yells as he sees the obvious pain she's in, along with all of the injuries she now has — thanks to that lovely injection she's just started to experience.

she becomes distracted for a moment, her terrified and worried eyes catching his.

after she heard his voice call out for her, all she could think about is that this is the last time they'll see each other.

because she knows that she can't fight this very scary version of him, and logan just has to take laura and get the hell out of here, before either of them gets captured and killed — at least, that's what she knows.

but, the evil version of logan takes this moment of distraction to get the upper-hand on her; his claws grow out of in between his knuckles and forcefully thrusts them into her stomach.

blood spurts out of her mouth as it becomes even more extremely hard for her to stay awake.

not only is she currently fighting whatever the hell that syringe was that just got jammed into her neck, but now, she's being practically impaled by the evil-logan's claws.

more blood spills from her mouth and lips as she chokes on the air, trying to fight the pain she feels over all of this — she's only human, after all.

"[y/n]!" logan yells her name again. this time, though, both anger and worry is evident in his voice.

though, something in her makes her stop fighting the other logan — she knows that she’s going to die.

that's why her gaze finds logan's, who's just about ready to kick the other him's ass for hurting her — charles as well, too, obviously.

"get h—her... out of here. now... " she sputters, more blood spurting out of her mouth.

"please... she... s—she needs you!" she yells, trying to keep the evil logan-spawn distracted for as long as possible.

though, logan shakes his head, not being able to let her go.

"no. we're going to get out of this — i'm not letting you die."

but, evil-logan could care less about this romantic exchange between them as he kicks her body back to the ground and his claws slide out of her now wounded body.

then, without another word, he walks down the steps, giving the real logan a challenging look — trying to size him up, i suppose.

[y/n]'s vision goes blurry and soon enough, her eyes slowly close.

everything goes dark as she — this time — can't stay awake anymore. her body's just too damn tired.

—————

"I'M SORRY. THERE'S NOT MUCH i can do. whatever it was that was injected into her body... it's taking effect quite fast. i can't delay it, and i can't fix it." an unfamiliar voice says, waking the injured young woman from her long, long sleep.

"what do you mean you can't fix it? you're a doctor! this is what you do — you're supposed to save lives! why can't you save her?!" that familiar angry voice that she knows so well yells in utter frustration.

there's a pause, before the stranger speaks again, "i'm sorry. if this was a normal injury, sure, i could treat it. but, it's not," he states, as an annoyed grunt comes from logan, quickly causing him to continue. "frankly, i don't know how she's survived this long — she should've died the second she was injected with that mysterious liquid. but, what i can tell you, is that she's strong."

a sigh is heard, before he speaks again, his voice now filled with pity. "all you can do right now, is enjoy your time with her and make peace with the fact that she doesn't have much time left — before she's going to die."

hearing all of this isn't new to [y/n].

she suspected something else was going on — something that could very much result in killing her.

but, hearing the heartache and pain in logan's voice brings tears to her closed eyelids.

the doctor apologizes once more, before he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

after another moment of silence, logan talks to the younger girl in the room, "it's okay — she's going to be okay. she's strong. she'll get through this."

though, the fact that he's lying to laura, in order to keep her from breaking down, doesn't sit well with [y/n].

"don't lie to her. she doesn't need things to be sugar-coated." she croaks out as she slowly opens her eyes.

she flinches from the bright light that hangs from the ceiling, before moving to sit up.

as she looks over to them, she notices the worry displayed on both of their faces.

but, the tear-stained cheeks of laura's concerns her the most.

laura doesn't need to tell [y/n] what she's feeling because she feels it just as much.

she nods in silent agreement, before opening her arms. "i know, baby. i know. c'mere." she murmurs, tears blurring her eyesight.

the little girl lets out a breathless sob and races into the older woman's arms, hugging her so tight, as if she's afraid that if she lets go, [y/n]'s going to disappear.

[y/n] sighs in relief, happy to have the girl near her, once again — she really did think that she was going to die on the munson property.

though, thinking back on that whole entire situation, [y/n] pulls away and looks over at logan for the first time.

she turns back to laura, giving her a sad smile.

"hey, why don't you go out to the waiting room, yeah? i need to talk to logan." she murmurs, her gaze finding his again, not being able to look away from him.

laura wordlessly nods and walks out, sensing that the two adults need some time alone.

as soon as she's gone, [y/n] clears her throat as she begins to dread asking the question that's been on her mind since she woke, just seconds ago.

though, before she can quite ask what she desperately feels that she needs to, he clears his throat as he steps closer to her.

"how are you feeling?" his voice comes out gruff, but also, filled with worry and hesitation.

"logan, that doesn't matter right now." she gulps as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in the air in clear frustration.

"of course it does! why do you always do this?" he questions, jaw clenched as he watches her flinch.

"do what?" she asks in a meek voice, trying to ignore the pang in her heart over how much he cares about her.

he sighs, regretting how harsh he was — he's acting just like he had that night, before everything had gotten worse.

"why do you treat yourself like you're expendable?"

[y/n] slumps in defeat, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth — like she's been doing repeatedly — and knawing over it in anxious nerves.

logan crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow at her as he waits for her to answer him.

though, it doesn't come.

she simply stays silent, not sure of how to answer him.

i mean... how do you even answer a question like that?

it's hard to explain why she acts the way she does — especially, when it's tied to how she acts with herself — when it's all she's ever known, her entire life.

[y/n] has always been hard on herself, as well as being reckless with her life.

though, when she met laura, that all changed — she knows that she has to stay alive, in order to protect her.

but, that doesn't mean that she doesn't hate herself or have really unhealthy coping mechanisms. because she does — thanks to her family, of course.

"[y/n]." logan calls out, snapping her out of her dark thoughts.

her eyes snap up to meet his, shock filling them — she'd forgotten where she was for a mere moment.

"i... i—i don't know, okay? i'm just used to being this way." she stutters, not sure she wants to have this conversation with him anymore.

finally making up her mind, she stands up from the table she'd been lying on, minutes before.

she sways a bit, catching logan's attention further-more, but she shakes it off as she starts to walk past him.

"we don't need to talk about this right now, logan. we need to get laura across that border." she states shakily, though she tries to hide it, as she almost makes it past him.

but, logan, having been too worried about her for so long, grunts annoyedly and gently grasps her arm, just as she's about to brush past him.

"we're not going anywhere, until we talk about this." he states seriously as she freezes in place at his words.

she sighs, wishing he just didn't care this much in the moment.

"why? logan, laura is the most important thing right now — not having a therapy session." she mutters, not daring to turn around and look at him, fearing that she will break down and spill everything to him, once she looks him in the eyes.

"you need to talk about this, sweetheart. if you don't, it's going to get you killed. and you can't afford that when you need to be there for laura."

she rolls her eyes, lowly scoffing.

hearing him talk about her mental health like this makes her mad.

how can he talk about this — like this — when he doesn't even believe the same for himself?

she whips around to face him, her face full of obvious irritation.

"really, logan? you really want to talk about this with me? when you can't even do the same for yourself?" she exclaims, finding it so damn aggravating that he's being such a hypocrite.

his eyes widen in shock, having not expected her to snap at him like this — she's usually so calm and collected.

if only he knew just how much she struggles with the anger issues she gets from her family.

"excuse me?" he asks incredulously, snapping himself out of his shocked state and quickly going back to his cold act.

"you heard me! you're trying to tell me to try to talk about my issues and try to see that i have a good life ahead of me, when you can't even do that yourself! you don't want to live, do you?" she exclaims, throwing her own hands up in the air.

she scoffs as a dark look takes over his face, jaw ticking as he tilts his head to the side.

"you really wanna do this right now, doll?" his voice almost comes out in a growl, while [y/n] refuses to let it scare her — she knows that he'd never hurt her, especially when he's just acting this tough, most likely to push her away.

"yes, because i don't need you to act like you care about me this much!" she spits out, not taking a moment to realize what she just said.

he barks out a laugh, tossing his head back in sarcastic disbelief.

"really? you think i don't care about you?"

her entire body goes weak at his question.

she didn't even realize she said it. but, there's no taking it back — not now.

with a relentless sigh, she bites down on her bottom lip and stays silent as she ducks her head down to hide the obvious tears that are just about to spill — she doesn't want him to see what kind of effect he has on her.

"well?" he asks again — much more harshly, might i add.

"yes." she whispers weakly, knowing that she only blurted out the truth.

because, sure, she'd hoped that he cared about her, but there's been some other side of her that kept telling her that he could care less about her and just couldn't wait to finally be rid of her and laura.

"you seriously fucking think i don't give a damn about you and you're well-being — along with the kid, too — at all?" he questions further, still not fully calmed down in the moment.

in fact, it seems that he's only getting more frustrated by every passing second.

without another word, she nods.

shame fills her at the thought of losing him, all because she couldn't keep her damn mouth shut.

that, and the fact that she's used to everyone leaving her.

though, she also feels hatred towards herself — she hates growing attached and dependent on others.

and losing logan? well, that scares her shitless.

especially, since people hurting and leaving her, is all that was ever done to her.

anytime she grows to care for someone and begins to trust them, they leave her all alone, only with the heartaching conclusion that she did something wrong to make them abandon her.

that, or she assumes there's something wrong with her that is so terrible that they couldn't stand her anymore.

something snaps inside of logan, not understanding how she could be so blind.

"if i didn't care about you, why would i be refusing to accept the fact that you're dying? or the fact that i care about you so much that i'm willing to give the kid a chance?" he asks as he steps closer to her, causing her breath to catch in her throat at how close they're getting to each other.

"logan—" she says hesitantly, starting to really regret this entire conversation, all together.

he shakes his head in frustration. "no. don't. we're going to have this conversation. whether you like it or not." he says in a dark voice, his facial expression becoming something of a mix between anger and bewilderness.

"i don't know where the fuck you got the idea that i don't care about you. because you're wrong. why would i change my mind about helping you and laura, if i didn't give a shit about you? why would i be protecting you this entire time, if i didn't care? or calm you down from a panic attack, or help you feel better about the blood that's now on your hands? or take care of you and make sure that you're safe?" he yells this time, completely frustrated at her for thinking for just one second that he doesn't care for her at all.

though, you'd think that a man like logan wouldn't admit to caring for her. especially, with everything he's been through, and all of the people he's lost.

i mean, the man has practically lost everything.

"i didn't want any of this. i just wanted to take care of charles and protect caliban and get through the time i have left, before everything would be going to shit, once again, like it always does." he says seriously, not taking notice of the tears flooding [y/n]'s eyes, or the trembling of her bottom lip.

he's far too overwhelmed with the current conversation.

though, it's barely even a conversation at this point — it's just him yelling and raising his voice at her.

"i didn't want any part of it. but, then you came into my life and i found myself wanting something more than the miserable fucking life i was living before. and along the ride, the more i got to know you and the kid, i've grown to see things differently — i saw you differently." he says, this time his voice becoming much more genuine and gentle.

[y/n] swears that her heart stops and the whole world disappears.

"w—what do you mean?"

"i mean that you've changed me. and i'm not going to fucking stand around, while you risk your life repeatedly, with no regards of the fact that we need you."

tears spill to her cheeks as her heartbeat quickens at his admission.

"we?" she asks in barely a whisper, wondering if she just misheard him.

"yes, we." he states with no hesitation, before suddenly walking all the way over to her.

he hesitates on his next actions, hoping to god that he hasn't read too much into the situation.

god, the thoughts running through his head is making him feel like a love-sick teenaged boy.

but, something changes when she looks up at him with both hopeful and shocked eyes. "logan—"

she stops herself, wondering if she's getting the right signs.

does he really want to kiss her, or is she just an idiot?

"doll, i can't fucking take it anymore. i can't be around you, without doing this before i regret it." he mutters as he brings his fingers up to her face, wiping away the tears on her face.

her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she looks up at him. "what do you mean? do what?"

"this." he simply says, placing his hands over her cheeks and then slams his lips onto hers.

a shocked sound comes from her, it now becoming a smothered breath as they both close their eyes and melt into it.

logan smiles into the kiss as [y/n] presses her body closer to his and wraps her arms around his neck.

then, as she opens her mouth just slightly to let out a content sigh, he takes the moment to bring the kiss to become more heated as their tongues meet together.

when they pull away, [y/n] places her hands over his chest as she takes a deep breath, heaving for air to get back into her lungs.

"wow. that was... " she trails off in a murmur, still very much speechless.

"yeah, i know." he mumbles, a small hint of a smile on his lips.

"did you really mean all of that? what you said?" she asks in a soft voice, after they stand in a few minutes of comfortable silence.

he nods. "yeah. i had to get through to you that i do care." he murmurs as they both pull away from each other.

after a few more minutes of silence, [y/n] asks the question she's been wanting to ask since she first woke up, "so, you gonna tell me where charles is yet?"

but, the answer she receives — along with the distraught expression that takes over logan's face — tells her all that she needs to know.

—————

SOMETHING IN HER KNEW THAT everything that'd happen the next day would end with only blood and innocent kids getting hurt.

but, she didn't question how she knew that.

she only knew that she'd die to protect laura and those kids. no matter what — even if things had shifted between her and logan and she wanted to try to stay alive for him.

maybe it was the fact that finding out about charles' death had more of an effect on her than anyone anticipated.

or the fact that the munson family had experienced so much pain and loss because of them.

really, it doesn't matter.

but, she wouldn't dare let transigen take laura or those kids and put them through more hell — she needed to put an end to that psychotic group.

the worst part was leaving logan while he was asleep.

she hadn't said goodbye — she only gave him a long lasting look with a sad smile, before leaving with the kids.

and laura had only assumed that [y/n] wanted to make sure they got across safely.

technically, that's not a lie. but, she hadn't exactly told anyone the full truth.

and she was right.

somehow transigen had found out where they were headed and ambushed them in the woods.

and of course, the young woman decided to stay behind to fight the men off — to protect the kids.

with a yell to them to 'get out of here, now', [y/n] struggled to fight the men — her pain in her body was only getting worse, thanks to the other stronger version of logan — but, succeeded in distracting them.

that was until one of them stabbed her in one of her legs and tied her to a tree while she was distracted.

and as they leave to hunt down the kids — one by one — something in [y/n] snaps.

she's never felt so much gut-wrenching pain over the thought of losing a child that was never truly hers in the first place.

but, the thought of those kids — those innocent children, who only want freedom and normalcy — being brutally murdered for being born and having the powers that they do, changes something in her.

her blood runs cold as a shiver runs through her body at the thought of finding their bodies.

scorching, hot tears spill from her eyes and she just can't help it as she lets out the loudest, most pain-filled scream.

the kids hear this, and it makes them stop for a moment.

but, this distracts them for too long as some of the men have found them and begin to capture some of them.

though, another yell — one that belongs to a very familiar, protective man — distracts some of the men and laura helps the rest of the kids break free.

[y/n], now exhausted from that one scream and the agonizing pain filling her entire body, she helplessly sobs in both emotional and physical pain. she feels so weak.

but, before she can fall further into that negative and dark mindset, a pair of heavy footsteps makes her freeze in her place.

though, as she looks up, she realizes that it's only logan.

as he kneels down in front of her, his face filled with worry for her, she lets out a cry of relief. "logan?"

he musters up a soft smile — one that's only recently been reserved for her — and tears the ropes free of her hands.

"hey, sweetheart. you didn't think you'd be doing this alone, did ya?" he asks, trying to lighten the mood as he rips off a piece of flannel off of his shirt and wraps it around her leg that's currently bleeding out.

tears find their way to her eyes again as her bottom lip trembles.

"they're going to kill them, logan." she cries out, not being able to think about anything else.

a look of both anger and worry for laura and the other kids finds its way to his face as he helps her up, before placing one of her arms over his shoulder.

"don't worry. we're going to help them."

"promise?" she asks in a whisper.

he nods as he begins to walk further into the woods, in the direction of the screaming kids.

"i promise. we're not leaving until they're safe. alright?" he tells her as she starts to walk on her own, ignoring the pain.

she nods, agreeing with him. "good. because i had the same idea." she mumbles as they get to the entrance of the field that the children are being dragged to.

ultimately, with some hesitation, the couple decides to split up.

though, logan hands her some weapons to help her, before placing a loving kiss to her temple and murmuring a 'be safe'.

then, they're both sneaking around trying to scope the area out, and trying to find an opening to get this shit done without too much blood and death.

worry and confusion fills [y/n] as logan hurries right into the middle of the field, obviously going for the confrontation approach as she finds laura.

the girl hides behind her by a tree as they both watch the scene playing out before them.

"oh, look who it is!" one of them sarcastically exclaims, before slamming the end of his gun into a boy's head, immediately knocking him out.

the doctor and logan talk; the doctor tries to play nice, while logan is just not having it.

while there's nothing much happening, [y/n] kneels down and faces laura.

"you think you can go to your friends without getting caught? i gotta help logan get the bad guys, okay?"

laura nods, silent worry evident on her face, but she doesn't say anything as she sneaks back towards the nearest vehicle, which is where the rest of the other kids are being held by.

[y/n] takes a deep breath as she begins to sneak closer, making sure if a fight happens, she'll be able to step in — even if she is only human.

but then, suddenly, logan shoots both donald and the doctor in pure anger.

donald yells in pain, holding his now destroyed hand and runs over to one of the other vehicles closest to him.

the fighting starts as laura attacks some of the men, near the rest of the children.

one of the other kids being held uses their powers to electrecute the men sitting inside the vehicle.

[y/n] takes the moment to step forward and shoot two of the men in the head, shocking the kids.

then, she turns to laura. "get you and your friends out of here. logan and i will handle the rest."

laura wordlessly nods as she helps the kids get up and get out of their handcuffs.

but, as logan follows the asshole that no longer has a hand anymore, the other version of the wolverine — the evil one — appears behind one of the doors of the vehicle and shoves him back with pure rage.

"logan!" [y/n] yells, stepping forward in distress as she completely forgets about the kids that are getting ready to run.

the two wolverines continue to fight each other — the evil version having more of an upper-hand.

laura takes out the rest of the men as [y/n] steps forward when the evil wolverine stabs logan in the back and throws him into the air, far away from him.

something dark swirls around in her gut — some of it is just her being protective of logan, and the other is something that she's never felt before in her entire life.

"get the hell away from him, you fucking piece of shit!" she screams as she steps in front of logan protectively and starts shooting her gun.

this, though — no matter how many times or where she shoots her gun at him — only makes him more angry.

becoming a little nervous, [y/n] backs up as she pulls out one of her daggers.

just as he gets close enough to her to hurt her, she thrusts the weapon into his side.

but, this has no effect on him as he shoves his claws into her gut — repeating history.

a shocked gasp leaves her as she tries to keep the whimpers of pain shoved deep inside of her.

logan growls as he watches the evil version of him find satisfaction in hurting her.

then, as he stands up, [y/n] slowly backs up — despite all of the pain she feels — as the claws pull themselves out of her stomach.

the evil wolverine prepares to strike her again, but logan isn't about to let that happen; he rushes forward and shoves her behind him as he uses all of his strength to throw the much more powerful monster away from them.

then, he grabs a broken door off of the ground and tries to take out his head from his neck with it.

but, it doesn't help that when the monstrous version of logan sees the doctor dead on the ground.

there's also donald deciding to motivate him by telling him that logan killed him — this obviously brings him to fight back against logan and shove him and the door to the ground.

he growls angrily as [y/n] runs over to help logan get up.

but, then, donald shoots a graveling hook into one of logan's legs.

[y/n] yells out in pure irritation as she turns to shoot him in the head.

he lets out a shocked breath as he falls to the ground.

[y/n]'s not sure if that killed him or not, but at least he'll be done for — at least, for a few minutes.

while both [y/n] and laura are busy trying to fight different people, logan angrily rips the hook out of his leg, yelling in beyond-imaginable pain.

more of the kids appear to drown donald in the nature of the grass, which eventually kills him.

as the evil wolverine goes for laura, logan and [y/n] share a look, before she's running to get the little girl to stay behind her, while logan stays to fight the other version of him.

"stay behind me, okay? this isn't your fight."

laura — for the first time in a while — sends her mother-figure a terrified look.

[y/n] sighs regretfully. "it's okay. he's not going to touch you." she says, before facing the evil logan before them.

as she notices that the kid that donald had with him, is trying to lift up a heavy truck near them, [y/n] grabs laura's hand and shoves her in logan's direction.

"you guys need to get out of here."

"no! not without you!" laura yells, tears filling her eyes as logan pulls her close and hesitantly keeps her behind him.

[y/n] gulps down her pride as she allows a few tears to escape. "i know. but, you have to. logan will protect you — i promise. but, you have to go. now!" she yells, before the monster in front of them comes to notice them all very quickly.

laura hesitates, but stays with logan.

"sweetheart—" logan begins to say, but [y/n] refuses to look him in the eyes as she steps forward and tries to fight off the evil version of him — she can't look him in the eyes as she realizes that there's only one way this is going to end.

and if it's going to be up to her, she'll do just about anything to make sure he and laura — and the other kids that remain — get out of there safely, and alive.

as she fights the monster once more, [y/n] yells to the real logan, not turning to look at him, "get yourselves out of here! i didn't survive all of this, just for you to die on my watch. go!"

the pain in her body becomes even much more hard to bear as she pushes the evil logan back, just as the other kid is able to make it so that the truck lands directly on top of him.

with a sigh of relief, logan and laura start walking towards [y/n], but, she's not willing to risk that monster surviving this and killing them and everyone else.

"no! you guys have to go!"

but, it's too late.

just as she turns back to face the vehicle, one side lifts itself up, before falling back down — he's still alive.

the thought of having to watch them die brings back the searing, hot tears as she runs over to them and pushes them further away.

"go, please!" she cries out, needing to do anything to keep them safe.

the evil wolverine eventually escapes from under the truck and when he's standing — quite angrily and vengeful, might i add — he runs straight for her.

though, instead of running in the other direction, [y/n] clutches her dagger and runs straight at him.

once she reaches him, she swallows down her fear and slams the tip of the dagger straight into the side of his head as she kicks him back, his back hitting the edge of one of the many vehicles.

this only makes him more angry, though; in a fit of more intensified rage, he slams his claws into her stomach — for the second time that day — before dragging her to a broken stump with sharp edges surrounding it.

as body meets sharpness and wood, laura screams out as the blood spurts out of [y/n]'s lips.

she chokes as she struggles to breath — even more so, this time — body wracking with breathless sobs.

her eyes meet logan's.

his face is utterly torn. tears — something he never has let happen in a very long, long time — have spilled to his cheeks.

"p—please... " she cries out in between the blood that's repeatedly falling from her lips and the struggle to breathe as the evil logan mercilessly shoves her back against the sharp edges of wood, before stabbing her with his claws once, twice...

"g—get her out... of h—here!" she finishes, just before laura has had enough and snaps, grabbing one of the guns off of the ground and shoots the monster straight in the head.

this destroys half of his face, before he limply falls to the ground, unmoving.

both logan and laura run over to [y/n] as she lets out a choked sigh of relief, grateful that she doesn't have to endure any more new injuries.

though, she's still growing more and more weak by every passing second.

the little girl sobs loudly as she drops the gun to the ground beside them.

without another thought, she lies her head on [y/n]'s chest.

she moves her very shaky hand up to hold laura's as she tries to stay awake — just for a bit longer.

her breaths become much more hollow as logan falls to his knees, right in front of her, on the other side of her.

his face is filled with so many different emotions; love, fear, guilt, worry.

"you know... m—meeting you, james," she pauses, gulping in pain as she tries to find the words she needs to say before it's too late, while logan's heart almost stops beating at the realization that she just called him by his real name.

"it... was the best thing that ever happened to me... " she trails off as an extremely pain-filled cough with more blood falling from her lips escapes her.

laura cries once more, not wanting to lose the woman who's only ever protected and loved her, despite all the bad things she was forced to do.

"don't go... " she lets out as her tears fall onto [y/n]'s weaker-by-the-minute-body.

[y/n] chokes on her own cries as she clutches the little girl's hand in a tighter grasp.

"i—i'm so sorry." she cries out as her heart pangs at what her possible death is doing to both laura and logan.

he clenches his jaw angrily as he bites down on his bottom lip in frustration.

"why didn't you just let me take care of this?" he asks in a tight tone of voice, trying to ignore the extra tears swirling around in his eyes.

she gives him a sad smile, her heart breaking completely. "because... it had to be me." she croaks out as another coughing fit begins to escape her.

"and because i... i couldn't lose you guys... because i—i love you," she whispers, starting to hate the fact that right when the three of them had just started to feel like a real family, something like this tears them apart — forever.

"b—both of you." she finishes, more blood trailing around her lips and sliding down to her chin.

hearing those words leave her lips allows logan to feel so much pain that the tears finally spill.

he ducks his head down, trying to hide his emotions.

[y/n] frowns as she notices this.

"it's... okay. i wouldn't have this any other way," she states as she cups his cheek with her other bloody hand. "dying for the man i love, and... the little girl that's become like my d—daughter? it... s—sounds kinda like a pe—perfect ending to a great story." she murmurs, trying to hide how much she wishes to just stay with them.

but, on another hand, she's also made peace with it — that she's going to die.

because — deep down — despite how much she didn't want to accept it, she knew that sacrificing herself for the people she loves dearly, is the only way she wanted to go out.

"logan... " she coughs, once more, as her breaths becomes much more shallow — death is almost about to knock on her door.

he looks at her, waiting for her to tell him what she needs to.

"p—please... be happy. don't... d—don't let my death be the end of the happiness and the good life you both deserve."

as those words sink into his head, he desperately wants to tell her that there is no happiness or life without her — she's become like home to him.

for the first time, in a very long time, he's grown to want the life he's tried to avoid having — he's been punishing himself for so long that meeting her was the one exception to actually wanting that life. but, with her.

but, before he can say anything — and tell her this — she turns to laura, who hasn’t pulled away from her as she tries to desperately wipe away her tears.

"laur, baby, everything's going to be alright, okay? i know that you're scared. and you have every r—right to... to be. but, logan's gonna protect you and take care of you, o—okay?" she murmurs in stutters, trying to hold on for as long as she can, starting to feel how slow her heart is beating now.

laura cries harder as [y/n] takes one deep breath. "do—don't... don't be the m—monster they made... made you i—into — be b—better." she whispers as her breaths slows now.

before the last beat of her heart hits her body, she sighs with a content, happy smile, despite dying so fast. "take care of e—each o—other... for m—me, o—okay?"

then, as that last beat hits her body and heart, the light slowly leaves her eyes and her face begins to relax as both of her hands drop to the ground, limp and unmoving.

"no!" laura yells in anger and fear as the emotions quickly escape her, now realizing that she's gone.

logan, not being able to handle his own grief, stands up and walks over to laura, without saying anything as he kneels down beside her.

laura jumps into his arms and lets everything out.

they both stand there for god knows how long, only drowning in their grief, with the other kids standing behind them, feeling pity and sympathy for them.

[y/n] may have only known them for a small amount of time, but still, she made an impression on them, for the better.

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[thedarkmistress16]

Yandere!RPF Headcanons: HJ Edition

There aren't enough of au!yan!rpfs out there. There is so much fictional drama potential here and someone needs to deliver it. Anyway, typical yandere warnings here- talk of theoretical kidnapping, violence, sexual acts, obsession, all that jazz.

Yandere!Hugh Jackman (Insp. from Deception)

If your interests even slightly align with his, YOU. ARE. FUCKING. DONE FOR. There ain’t no way in hell he ISN’T going to snatch you up if you’re this compatible.

Like to sing? Calls you his little songbird and encourages you to sing songs he thinks suit you or that complement your range and tone of voice. Does his vocal exercises with you and pushes you to further master it, even doing viral duet covers on occasion.

Into show business? All the connections he can offer from theater to film to television, but mainly encourages the higher-ups to be your co-star when you’re casted or as a future candidate. He'll be disappointed if he's not involved, but still encourages you from the sidelines.

Health enthusiast? You’re tagging along with his film and normal regimens and so is he with yours, switching off when appropriate.

Even if you don’t share any hobbies or likes, he’ll still get attached in some way. A small thing like your smile or the way you hold yourself, even, can reel him in.

You captivate him enough where you’ll catch him looking your way. He'll either pretend you didn't see him or send you a grin or a wave depending on how confident he feels about pursuing you.

Living your life alone isn’t an option. You’ll either accept him trying to take it slow with invites to dates and later moving in with him as his girlfriend like a normal couple, or let yourself be kidnapped and stuck in his home if you say no too many times. There WILL be a relationship, but he hopes he doesn’t have to do it the hard way.

When he kidnaps you he will play it off like you two are joking and having fun being carried bridal style. In reality, your protests hold more weight than he'll let anyone in on. He'll go as far as carrying you fireman-style in broad daylight to his car, without giving you any restraints or sedatives as you try to yell over him at the drive-through window. His sure-fire attitude and control over the situation shoots you down immediately, and the seriousness and hopelessness of your predicament hits you full force then.

Doesn’t mind the press, honestly, as long as they know you’re taken and not to mess with either of you. It’s why you’re usually with him whenever you go outside.

Knows how to put up this facade of a genuine, heartfelt guy for the world, mainly because he’s never become this obsessed until you. This front is even put up for you, to make you believe he’s a normal guy, until push comes to shove. 

This changes when you try to leave or cross him, or someone involved with you in some way ticks him off. His behavior will become a little concerning with how possessive he becomes. If the person or you doesn’t stop or shut up, it will be more clear that alpha man Wolverine is going into berserker mode. He hates showing this side of himself when you’re around, filled with tension as he makes sure you’re safe, and then stalking off to calm himself down before trying to comfort you.

Doesn’t need a blunt instrument or an explosive gun. His body IS the weapon. Look out, rivals, he WILL punch them to death if angered enough.

Gets mad when you fight him and try to escape. Just wants you to be happy here with his doting and attentive self. He may get loud and grip your arms tightly, but he'll never hurt you more than that. He hopes that when he comes off with enough of a threatening presence that you'll back down and drop it.

Very perceptive. He can read through your lines as well as your expressions, no matter how good you think your acting skills are. He simply pretends to believe you before confronting you later. Is hurt that you don’t trust him enough to show how you’re truly feeling.

If he ever does let you go outside on your own to do things like see your friends, which is rare, expect to be intensely stalked by him and your phone to blow up every two seconds the whole time.

Will absolutely install cameras in every inch of his home to make sure you’re safe as he’s traveling the world for his job. Will sometimes send you tickets to visit him, which is never a suggestion.

Slightly into more private intimacy than eating at a fancy restaurant concerning date nights. Tucking into a home-cooked meal with you curled into his side and the TV on as background noise is just as indulgent.

Has moments of desperate cuddles, but does give you space most of the time. A lot of shared moments involve sitting together or you on his lap or some other part of his body. Seldom are you ever sitting across from him unless he just wants to analyze you and smile brightly for a cute reaction; that’s too much space between you for him to handle most of the time.

Struts around the house in different levels of nakedness out of his own enjoyment, but also to get a rise out of you. Hopes you find him more attractive this way and that it lets your guard down, so you give him more time and affection, perhaps encouraging you to do the same.

Indifferent toward sex. Partakes in it, but it isn’t necessary nor does he feel like doing it all the time. This is the one subject he completely respects your boundaries on.

If you aren’t into it, he won’t touch you in those ways ever again and will go relieve himself of any tension away from your eyes and ears.

If you don't specify clear boundaries, he’ll slowly push for more in very subtle and exploratory touches, such as hands on clothed hips gliding toward erogenous zones and later under clothes on those direct spots, caressing and softly pinching all the way. Accompanied by featherlight kisses that soon grow more passionate, of course. Will stop when you ask him to in a serious voice or if it looks like you aren’t into it- especially if he’s not particularly horny that day- and won’t do whatever made you uncomfortable again.

If you are clearly into it, he’ll be on top of you for the first few times, getting out all his frustration and over the moon at finally having you, before letting you take the reigns; putting his trust in you and noting all the things you like and dislike for the future.

He wants at least one child with you, and might push for one insistently the older he gets and especially so if you’re sexually active. When you do have a child, he wants both of you to share the joy and burdens. You’re partners, which makes you equals as well.

Will end up proposing when he realizes you're pregnant so expect to be refitted for your dress constantly during the planning and proudly displaying a bump in your wedding photos.

Prefers dogs, but may settle for a cat if you really want one. Just always keep in mind to balance the attention.

Just wants you to live a happy and fulfilling life just with him only (and hopefully a kid or two).

#moi writing #he can't just sing like that in deception and not fuel my fascination for yans and my creativity like this #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere hugh jackman #am i the first one to do a yan hj tag? XD #yandere hugh jackman x reader

[asgardswinter]

I miss him still cant believe we’re getting Logan back soon

#i need him so bad #husband material fr #the perfect malewife #marvel #mcu #avengers #marveledit #mcuedits #avengers icons #logan howlett #hugh jackman #wolverine #xmen #xmen wolverine #deadpool #deadpool 2 #deadpool 3 #xmen logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #loganhowlettedit #xmenedit #xmengif

[loonylupinblack3]

Period Trouble

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: swearing, nothing else i think?

Summary: you wake up with your period and are forced to go on a mission with Logan of all people

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: literally obsessed with this man rn so ofc i had to write about him. also wolverine has enhanced senses including smell but its like…. barely shown in the movies so i had to search it up to be sure, and some part of me still doubts it but for the purposes of this fic he does have it

You woke up with a groan, immediately curling into a ball. You were early. You were early and you hadn’t emotionally or physically prepared for having your period today, yet the world seemed ready to punish you, burdening you with an early cycle.

You checked the time, cursing every god and deity you knew when you realised you were supposed to have woken up half an hour ago. Wincing, you got up, your body screaming at the movement. Already your stomach was aching, the ghosts of cramps to come caressing your body. 

There was knocking at your door, quiet yet firm. You already knew it was Storm on the other side of the door, no doubt in search of a reason why you failed to get up on time. It was going to be a long day.

You yelled out to Storm, promising to be out in five minutes, and got up, groggily looking for your clothes. When you’d tamed your hair and brushed your teeth, you exited your room to find Storm waiting on the other side, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

She took one look at you and sighed. “What are you wearing?”

You looked down perplexed. “....my clothes?”

She raised her eyebrow. “You’re on a mission today, remember?”

Fuck. You nearly let out a whine. You were not in the mood to go skulking around doing Xavier’s bidding when you had a constant throbbing pain assaulting your stomach, unreasonable mood swings, and exhaustion weighing you down.

Storm sent you a questioning look. “You up for this?”

The mission was nothing big. Professor X needed you to collect some sort of rare herb that had recently been shipped into the nearest city, something he needed to complete a super secret experiment you weren’t privy to. He’d just asked for help and you’d volunteered.

Oh how you regretted that decision now.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you muttered. “Let me just get changed real quick.”

Getting into your previously decided upon outfit, a plain inconspicuous one intended to blend in, you left your room again, this time with no complaint from Storm. Your stomach gave an uncomfortable clench and you sighed, making a mental note to find some nurofen before leaving for the mission.

“Why aren’t you in your outfit?” you asked, just realising Storm wasn’t wearing what you two had agreed upon yesterday.

She winced slightly. “Can’t go. Filling in for some classes.”

Your face soured but you tried not to hold it against her. Storm loved her students, and given the choice of helping them or Xavier with a low level mission, she’d obviously choose her kids. You couldn’t blame her exactly, but it meant you’d have to go on this mission alone, while not impossible by any means it would make it slightly more difficult.

You sighed. “That’s okay. I can go alone.”

When Storm winced even more your eyes narrowed in suspicion, following her with caution. “Storm…..”

She sighed guiltily. “Xavier didn’t want you to go alone. The herb’s too valuable.”

You tilted your head slightly as you entered the house’s foyer. “So who am I going with then?”

Storm’s eyes darted ahead, and you followed her gaze to find Logan Howlett leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He smirked at you, “you’re looking at him sweetheart.”

You resisted the urge to groan, instead sending Storm a dirty look. You didn’t necessarily dislike Logan, but he was a lot to deal with, and you were already tired from your day that had barely begun.

You couldn’t say all that with Logan standing there however, so you muttered a, “lovely,” and walked past the man to the garage.

He followed you silently, no quip or smart ass comment which was strange for him. You’d just entered the garage, heading towards one of the cars, when you glanced back at him and found Logan stopped in the doorway, staring at you with a frown on his face. Or rather, a deeper frown than usual.

“What is it?” you asked him, standing at the hood of the car.

Logan’s eyes roved your body, searching for something. “You’re injured.”

It was your turn to frown. “What? No I’m not.”

He took a step forward, almost as if he was planning on looking for your alleged injury himself. “Don’t bullshit me Y/n, I can smell your blood.”

You made a face. “What are you talking about…..” you trailed off when you realised it, perhaps the most mortifying moment in your life.

Logan could smell your period blood. He thought you were bleeding from an injury. 

You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

He scoffed, walking towards you until you were face to face. You tried to step back and felt the hood of the car against your legs. “I can smell the fucking blood seeping out of you Y/n. I wouldn’t call that fine.”

You gritted your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him. “I can assure you, I am not injured.”

You moved to walk past him but he caught your wrist, forcing you back into your position pressed against the car. “If you think I am going on this mission with you while you’re wounded, you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m not-”

“Do you think I’m an idiot darl? Is that why you’re denying being hurt while I can literally smell it on you-”

You cut him off. “I’m on my period, Logan.”

He paused, staring at you with an indecipherable expression on his face. You waited for him to speak, feeling embarrassed and furious about it. Why should you be embarrassed of your period? He was the one who was pushing you, prodding you, forcing you to tell him the source of the bleeding. If your answer made him uncomfortable, that wasn’t your fault nor your concern.

Eventually he spoke. “Alright then. Get in the car. I’m driving.”

You scowled at him. “Says who?”

He didn’t even bother looking at you, already in the driver’s seat. “Says me.”

You sighed but didn’t argue further, silently getting into the passenger seat. Logan started the car, reversing it out of the garage and driving down the long winding driveway till you got to the street.

“It’s an hour's drive to the city, give or take,” you told Logan, setting the GPS up on the car.

Logan barely glanced at it, eyes on the road, a firm grip on the steering wheel. He didn’t even respond to you. You sighed and turned away, looking out the window as the scenery passed you in flashes.

As the drive continued, you noticed Logan sending you glances every now and then. If you really focused on them, you’d almost say they seemed worried, concerned even, but they were always too quick for you to tell for certain. You were too preoccupied with your cramps that had started up anyway, and the lack of nurofen you’d forgotten to grab.

Finally, you arrived at the city, driving into the hustle and bustle of the crowded area. Logan’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, obviously not a fan of the traffic the city provided. You watched the stream of people through the window as Logan looked for a space to park, muttering under his breath.

You were mildly entertained at the amount of road rage he had, cursing every car that wasn’t at least 10 metres over the speed limit. His jaw was clenched, hand fisting the steering wheel, yet he still looked at you here and there, like you were actually wounded.

When he eventually found a parking spot the two of you got out of the car and you looked at the address Xavier gave you.

“Should be somewhere along this street,” you murmured, eyes flicking from the piece of paper to the busy street.

Logan moved behind you, so close you could feel your back against his chest, and looked at the paper in your hand. He let out a grunt and moved past you, walking forwards. You frowned and hurried your pace, not wanting to lose him amidst the crowd of people.

Luck was certainly not your side, because soon enough you’d lost him, unable to see his black leather jacket in the throng of people. You hesitated, wondering if you should look for him or just go straight to the address, when you felt an arm around your waist.

“Stay close to me,” Logan murmured into your war, his voice gravelly. “Don’t wanna lose you again.”

You glanced at him as he continued walking, not moving his arm from your waist. “How’d you find me?”

He gave you a smirk. “Followed the smell of blood.”

Again you felt your cheeks heat but you glared at him defiantly, refusing to be embarrassed. He smirked at you, flashing his teeth, as you arrived in front of the address, a plain building home to some sort of florist. 

Logan finally took his hand from your waist, walking to the door with you trailing behind him. A bell gave a little jingle as you entered, and you were immediately assaulted with the smell of flowers. Different sorts of plants took up every corner of the room and Logan’s face soured as he looked around, obviously not pleased with the environment.

An old woman sat behind a desk, watering a plant with a mini watering can. You walked up to her, Logan hot on your heels. When you stopped in front of the desk Logan was so close behind you you could actually feel his chest against your back.

“Mrs May?” you asked.

The old woman looked at you with a smile, her eyes crinkling. “That’s me. What can I help you two lovebirds with? Bouquet of roses? Lilies?”

You opened your mouth, surprised, and tried to find something to say. Being mistaken for a couple shouldn’t have affected you so much, especially while on a mission, but you were flustered and could still feel Logan’s chest right against your back, his warmth almost dizzying.

“We’re not here for flowers unfortunately,” Logan spoke, saving you. Except why didn’t he specify you weren’t a couple? Did that not matter to him, what some old lady thought, or did he enjoy the idea of being thought of as your boyfriend?

Oh god. What were you thinking? Stupid period hormones. 

The old lady looked at you two curiously. “Then how can I help you?”

There was a pointed silence and you realised Logan was waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat and spoke the random sequence of words Xavier had you memorise, that would inform Mrs May just what type of buyers you were.

The woman’s eyes lit up with recognition and she nodded her head slowly. “Ah, yes, let me just go to the storage room quickly, I’ll be back….”

Mrs May tottered around the desk and through a side door, half hidden behind the multitude of plants covering the area, leaving you alone with Logan.

You took a step away from him and turned around to look at him, finding him staring at you with a frown on his face.

You frowned back at him. “What’s up with you today?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “What is up with me? I don’t know if you’ve noticed Darl but you haven’t exactly been up to par yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. “That’s not what I meant, and besides, I’m on my period.”

Logan stared at you, arms crossed. “What did ya mean then?”

“You’ve been acting strange. Less talkative and annoying like usual.”

Logan snorted. “Ever the lady.”

“I’m serious. What’s up with you?”

Logan sighed and took a step forward until he was towering over you and you had to crane your head up to look at him. “You are what’s up. I can constantly smell you bleeding, and I can’t get it out of my mind that it means you’re hurt. You’re driving me crazy sweetheart.”

Well…. That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Logan smirked down at you as if he knew that, and enjoyed surprising you. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted to the floor. “Well, that’s hardly my fault.”

Logan chuckled. “Not your fault no, but it is your doing whether you mean to or not.”

You swallowed, looking back up at him. “Well…. Don’t you constantly smell when people are on their periods?”

“It’s different with you. Smelling your blood just drives me crazy, plain and simple. Can’t get the instinct out of my head that blood means injury.”

The way Logan was admitting all of this, with such calm, made you think he’d been wanting to say this for a while. The unspoken confession was there, and it was up to you to decide what to do with it.

“I’m glad you care,” was what you landed on, unsure of what else to say.

Logan chuckled again, one hand snaking to your waist. “I do a lot more than care, Y/n.”

You smiled softly, looking up at him. With his other hand he brushed your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The sound of a door closing brought you out of your little bubble and you took a step back, Logan reluctantly letting go of your waist.

Mrs May, either not having seen you two or graciously deciding to ignore it, passed you a package, informing you the herb and all information involving it was inside, and to handle it with care. You nodded and thanked the old woman before exiting the building, Logan again right on your heels.

As soon as the shop’s door closed behind you Logan’s hand was back around your waist. “Not losing you this time.”

You tried not to smile, though internally you were grinning like a maniac, and let Logan lead the two of you back to the car. You didn’t even get to argue your case of driving this time, Logan already in the driver’s seat. You sighed and got into the passenger seat, resigning yourself to another hour of silence as Logan started driving, when you felt his hand on your thigh.

You looked at him but he didn’t say anything, just gave it a light squeeze as he kept his eyes on the road. You looked away, grinning. So maybe the world didn’t have it out for you after all.

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[supercap2319]

"Y/N! What did you and your Avenger pals do to Beast?" Wolverine growled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Y/N said.

"The hell you don't. He came here to help you, and now he's missing." He raised his hands, and his Adamantium claws came out. "Looks like your memory could use a little bit of help."

"Get out of my house. I'm warning you." Y/N said, eyes glowing red.

Logan smirks. "Good boy. Some excitement." He charged towards him.

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[kgficz]

Trouble

Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary: You were on the run; trying to lay low and out of trouble until you find a bar and meet a certain someone in a cage fight.

Word Count: 1.5k

People gathered around the cage fight that was about to begin.

You watched as people were passing money back and forth, placing bets on the two men standing across from each other.

One of the men brought a cigar up to his lips, taking in a long breathe before blowing smoke down towards the ground.

He barely acknowledged the man standing across from him; despite the fact that he was almost twice the size of him and clearly itching for a fight.

The man finished off the cigar before flicking it onto the ground. As he looked up, his eyes locked with yours for a short moment.

You felt your chest tighten as you quickly looked down, not wanting to be acknowledged by him or anyone in this place.

When you looked up the fight had already started. You watching the other man land a punch to his face, causing you to flinch from how hard that hit was.

The man didn’t move an inch, barely reacting to such an intense blow.

He let out a grunt, his bottom teeth revealing themselves and he stepped forward.

His arm swung so quickly you almost missed it before his fast smashed into the cheek of the other man.

It took only a few seconds for the man to hit the floor; already knocked out from the hit.

The screams and shouts from around the cage filled the room and the ref announced the winner.

You turned around and walked over to the bar instead, noticing the bartender cleaning glasses in preparation for the crowd to come over and start drinking.

“What can I get ya?” He asked, barely looking up at you as you took a seat to in the corner.

“Oh nothing for me, thanks” you replied quickly, knowing you had no money to afford even a glass of a beer.

People started to gather around you, ordering drinks left and right as they complained about the fight.

You heard men grumbling over the fact that this man keeps winning every fight.

The man from the cage walked through them, ignoring their complaints before taking a seat next to you.

Your heart rate picked up as soon as he sat down, wishing he would’ve sat somewhere else instead.

He glanced over at you, giving you a small smile as though he sensed your anxiety.

You didn’t even get a chance to smile back before he took a swig of his whiskey and looked across the bar instead.

“That was fucking bullshit out there! I know you’re one of them” a man yelled in disgust, shoving the man next to you.

He continued to ignore him and drink his whiskey before the man knocked it out of his hand, the glass shattering on the ground in front of you.

You were already getting up, prepared to leave quickly.

“Good choice getting away from this.. mutant” the man remarked before spitting on the ground in front of the mutant.

You scoffed at the man, uninterested in any opinion that came out of his mouth.

The man began to step towards you, clearly unhappy with your reaction.

He barely took a step towards you before the mutant stood up, blocking his way and shooting him a nasty glare.

“Try and make me” the mutant replied, raising his brows in an attempt to provoke him.

The man raised his hands before the mutant grabbed his shirt, pushing him back against the wooden pillar behind him.

His other arm raised as his fist lined up to the man’s neck, three claws slowly coming out of his knuckles and grazing the man’s neck.

You breath lodged in your throat as you took a step back.

“Hey! You take that shit outside!” The bartender yelled, as if he has dealt this this many times before.

The mutant didn’t look back before slowly retracting his claws, giving the man a shove before fixed his jacket and stepped back.

The man snarled at him as he began to walk away, clearly wanted to say something else.

The mutant turned around to look over at you. “You alright?” He asked, his voice was low and gentle; not at all what you had expected after witnessing all of that.

You nodded quickly before reaching down to grab your bag, wanting to quickly get out of here.

Although you were getting so sick of running, it was clear to you that this was not the place to lay low.

You watched the mutant let out a sigh, worrying that he had scared you.

A feeling of regret came over you as you wished you didn’t look so keen to get away from him.

You reached out gently to touch his shoulder and give him a thankful smile.

For only a split moment, it seemed like his eyes lit up at you before he watched you walked out the door.

The cold air hit you immediately, urging you to turn back inside for some damn warmth.

Your teeth chattered as you took your first step forward, ready to walk down the road and find the next place you could stay at for a while.

As you neared the road you heart footsteps approaching you from behind.

You quickly turned around to see the man that was going after the mutant earlier.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” He slurred, the alcohol on his breath lingering in the air as he spoke.

You immediately took a step back, rolling your eyes at him.

“Piss off” you muttered, ready to turn around before he grabbed your shoulder; his fingers pressing into your skin.

“I suggest you take your hand off her” the mutant growled, walking up behind the man in front of you.

The mutant grabbed the man’s shoulder and pulled him, hauling his body onto the ground.

The man landed on his back, letting out a grunt as he hit the floor.

The mutants claws revealed themselves from his knuckles and he stared down, warning the man to back off.

The man stood to his feet slowly, looking over at you as if you were the one who ticked him off.

He let out a huff before turning around, realising there was no chance he was winning against this mutant. He shot a glare at the mutant, wishing he could take him on in some attempt to gain back his pride.

You watched the man walk into the bar before you looked up at the mutant, feeling grateful that he had intervened.

“Thank you for that” you said quietly, still feeling unnerved by everything that was going on.

His claws drew back into his knuckles before he looked over at you, giving you a nod.

“I’m Logan” he shared, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Uh, I’m Y/N” you replied softly, finding it difficult to look him in the eyes.

“Where are ya headin?” He asked.

“Honestly… I have no idea” you sighed.

He looked at your curiously, almost as though he was trying to read your mind.

There was no chance you were going to tell him you were on the run. You didn’t need anyone else involved in your shit.

“I can give you a ride to the next town if you need” he offered; his voice being gentle whenever he spoke to you.

He watched your face as you hesitated, a part of you wanted to say ‘yes’ although you hadn’t trusted a single person in such a long time.

“How far is it?” You asked, still debating on what you were going to do.

“A few hours, give or take” he answered quickly.

You let out a long breath; you really didn’t have any chance walking if that was the case. It was going with Logan, or freezing to death on the side of the ride.

“..okay” you replied softly, your eyes drifting down to the ground.

He gestured for you to follow as he walked over to his truck, opening the side door for you to get in.

You have him and quick thank you before lifting you back into the passenger seat and getting in.

He began driving down the road for what felt like ages before you decided to speak.

“Seriously thank you for doing this” you announced, wanting to show him your gratitude.

He responded with a smile, his eyes softening as he glanced over at you and then back toward the road.

“Does it hurt? When they come out” you asked curiously, gesturing towards his knuckles and the claws that came out.

“Every time” he replied, flexing his hands for a short moment as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Sorry for all the shit you must deal with” you said. “I guess a lot of people don’t like you guys” you added, feeling sorry for him.

“They ain’t all bad” he replied, giving you a grin.

You let out a chuckle as you looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs.

You felt oddly connected to him already; safer than you had felt in months. Maybe you’d stick with him a little longer.

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[shrenvents]

Professor Howlett

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, no protection, fingering, vaginal, doggy, pet names, squirting, age gap (legal!)

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Student (Mutant) reader

Summary: Your history professor always seemed uninterested in you, that was until you missed his class.

Word count: 2.6k

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Throughout high school I’ve always kind of stood out. To be honest, I only have myself to blame. Bright colours and statement pieces are just so much more appealing, than wearing something ‘plain.’ Unfortunately, I did more than just “stand out” that day, just three weeks away from senior graduation. That fateful day, I was so close to the finish line, before my stupid ex-boyfriend discovered my secret, and outed it to the entire student body.

That I’m a mutant…

That was what led me across the coast, for most of the past year, running from god knows what. I heard the stories of mutants being hunted and gone missing, and I didn’t intend to stick around long enough, that I wouldn’t at least make it to my 20th birthday.

However, my days of swindling folks of cash and food came to a halt, when I spotted a man with red-tinted glasses watching me. His invested gaze observed my every movement, so I grabbed all my shit, and the last bit of petty change I managed to get, and sprinted into a crowd.

Just as I thought I was in the clear, my face collided with a colossal, firm chest. I pressed the heels of my palms into it, and felt the cotton of his white shirt, and the rough, yet smooth texture of his worn-in, leather jacket.

Logan Howlett, or should I say, Mr. Howlett, my history Professor... After he and Scott captured me, they dragged me by the ankles to their school for the “gifted.” I cringed when they said where we were headed, but once I arrived and saw all the kids, like me, going about their lives, free, I knew everything would be more than okay.

And one thing I knew for sure, is that I wouldn’t mind attending Mr. Howlett’s class. Did I know shit about history, yes. But I’ve always had a thing for the older guy, and from what I’ve heard, he’s more than enough in that department.

...

This morning, racing out of my room, I swore profusely at my tardiness... Just my luck. The one day that week I get to see and listen to Logan talk for an hour straight, my alarm malfunctions.

Multitasking between attempting to tie my hot-pink heels, wrapping my sparkly bag over my shoulder, and shutting my door, I missed the approaching figure behind me.

“It’s past 11 am, where do you think you’re headed?” I swivel on my toes, spinning to face Storm. “Class?”

“The only class you have left today kid, is at 2. You’ve managed to miss the rest already,” she scolds flatly.

“Noooo,” I fake astonishment and defeat, as I slowly back away from Storm's scrutinizing stare. She calls my name after I’ve taken at least two large steps backward. “Logan wants to see you,” she states, exasperated.

“Oh?” I straighten out, stopping my next step short. “Ok!” I exclaim, a little too perky. She huffs a faint smirk and walks off, and I take flight, zooming to Logan’s class, where he’s most likely dozed off.

Lo and behold, after knocking once and receiving no response, I open the door to see him snoring. With his legs fully extended, and feet resting on his desk, I bask in his lengthy physic. I giggle and then go towards him.

Mr. Howlett?” I say, clearing my throat loudly, he grunts in his sleep and I smile. “Mr. Howlett?” I say even sweeter. A second later, I swear he mumbles my name and my heart stutters, but he’s still sleeping. I move in closer to his ear. “Logan,” I announce rigidly, and my change in tone makes him flinch, legs falling off the table, eyes popping open.

He rasps my name, voice echoing through the classroom. I refused to move away from my position, wanting to seem unaffected by him, but I was anything but. With his lazy eyes roaming over my skin, my heart races wildly. He clears his throat, and rolls his eyes away after taking in my attire, as he usually does —gives me a once-over, and rolls his eyes back to his focus on his lecture.

“You missed class, that isn’t like you,” he notes, almost to himself.

“Yes and I’m sorry-“

“I hope it wasn’t because you were too busy picking that outfit.” Logan scoffs and my eyes widen. He’s always made snarky comments, and this wasn’t anything new, but every time he does, I can’t help the boiling feeling in my lungs, that makes me rise to defend myself. “No, maybe I just felt like sleeping in?” I declare. A short-lived chuckle escapes him. “And you’re just gonna admit to that?” He smirks as he faces me. “I don’t like kids skipping my class.”

“First off, I’m an adult, second, you don’t care when kids skip your class,” I retort, with a growing smile, beaming across my face. Though, his complimentary smile, drops as mine comes to full form. He’s never seemed fond of my smile, or maybe it’s just me.

“You don’t skip my class.” He states once again, and my head quirks in confusion. “Um, I’m sorry?” I compromise, “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” He remarks dangerously. My brows furrow.

“Okay, I don’t get why it matters so much to you Mr. Howlett.” I place my hands on my hips, gazing down at him in his chair like I'm reprimanding a child. Which he is not akin to.

He lifts from his chair, standing up. I gasp as he towers over me. “Watch your tone, or I’ll fail ya,” he counters, fighting a smirk, staying stoic. “What?” I yelp and his smirk breaks through. My jaw goes slack. “Mr. Howlett, that’s not funny!”

“What’s not funny, is you pretending like calling me 'Mr. Howlett,' doesn’t turn you on.”

I freeze in disbelief. Was this one of my daydreams? Am I really awake right now?

“You heard me, you damn highlighter,” he asserts. “Call me Logan for fucks sake, if you’re a damn adult.” His scratchy voice loses its humour, and I stay frozen to the spot. “Get outta here, would ya,” Logan orders as he leisurely retakes his seat, getting comfortable for his next nap.

Unable to drag myself away, my eyes refocus on the subject of my desires. “Why do I have such a thing for assholes.”

Before Logan can respond angrily, I sit on his lap, dropping my purse to the floor, and straddling his hips. I cup his perplexed face and crash our mouths together, moulding them into one. He grunts in surprise as if he didn’t expect me to retaliate, as if he didn’t expect that I would want him this way.

He half-heartedly pulls away between kisses, whispering my name in small protests, but he gets muffled by my lips and grinds on his lap. Quickly, his objections turn into fierce groans. He takes my hips into his hands, tightly gripping into my flesh as he pushes me back, onto his desk. I whimper as his crotch stays glued to my core, even as we move. One hand then moves from my hip to my neck, holding it, then slowly sliding to my jaw, grasping it in a hungry, pressing kiss. His tongue laps my mouth, completely dominating me, and I struggle to breathe.

Just as I’m about to pull away to comment on how desperate he seems, his other hand flips me over with ease. My stomach is now on top of his desk, his crotch, like iron against my ass, and his hands trace down from my shoulder blades, to my bum. With my head hung over the desk, I pant, practically drooling.

“You’re asking for detention pinky,” he mutters, and I respond by pushing back into his hard cock. “I'm a sucker for extra attention teach,” I mention, as sensually as I could muster. He chuckles lowly, and I shudder. The pressure of his dick doesn’t change, and his hands continue their unhurried venture of me. “You like attention sweets?” Logan questions softly. His tone makes me shiver and whimper, yet again. “I like yours.”

“Just mine?” He questions darkly, telling me he doesn’t actually want any opposition. “Yes,” I whisper.

His voice drops an octave as he swears, rolling his hips into me once. I moan loudly. “Shhhh princess, you tryna alert the entire building?” He asks with amusement evident. I shake my head, no, and he laughs by my ear as he dips down. “Good, because I don’t like sharing your attention,” he says passively. “And I’d like to be the only ‘asshole,’ that gets to see what’s under these ridiculous clothes.”

“Hey!” I object meekly. I feel him smile as he leans away from my ear, and I turn my head over my shoulder to watch him peer down at where our bodies meet. “You probably want me to fuck you on this desk.” He speaks as though I’m not there to hear him. “Ya probably want to be taken here so that every time you’re sitting in my class, you can vividly imagine me deep inside you.” He trails off as his hand pushes up my shirt, touching my lower back.

“But we can’t do that,” he sighs hoarsely.

“Why?” My reply is so quick that I grimace.

“Because, if we did, I’d be hard every time I’m in this fucking room, and that isn’t the smartest idea.” I moan at his crudeness and gasp when he pecks my naked spine, just below my bra clip. “Even your lingerie is pink huh?” He laughs smoothly. “Imagined it would be.” My legs rub together instinctively at his words.

“You imagined it?”

He pauses. “Hell yeah I did, though I tried to fight it,” he muses in between a groan. “It didn’t take me long to figure you wanted this too, princess,” he murmurs pleasantly.

After a long beat of silence and a little grinding, I speak up. “So now what? If you’re not going to make love to me here.”

He slowly pushes the hair over my face, behind my ear, tilting my head to face him just a bit. He then leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’ll come to you,” is all Logan says as he reluctantly wrenches himself from me, after giving my ass cheek a mild slap. I yelp and nearly pout at the loss of touch. We hold eye contact as he backs away. “Get going, otherwise you’ll be late,” he comments airily. I nod and scurry out the room, with a grin plastered on my face.

...

After a long, vigorous rest of the day. I collapse into my plushy bed with a sigh.

“Took you long enough,” a dark voice rings, with a hint of familiar sass. I jolt up to see Logan leaning on my wardrobe. His tight shirt is only more strained as his arms cross. “Been waiting to ‘make love' to ya all day,” he claims, with a mocking tone, repeating my "childish" words from earlier. My best guess is that he assumes I’m a virgin.

So, in an attempt to remedy my reputation, sitting up on my bed, with my arms bracing my figure, I slowly spread my bent legs. I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes shift down and blacken. “Get on with it then, Logan.” I roll my tongue as his name teasingly leaves my mouth. His head twitches in an almost feral manner, and I gulp.

“You’re asking for it,” is all he mumbles before pouncing on me. Our limbs tangle and I moan as his leg presses into my clothed clit. “Please,” I just about sob, to which he responds with an aggressive kiss and another crushing rub of his thigh. I moan louder, and he grunts, “You like that?” I push my hands into his hair, running my fingers through his thick locks. He lets out a coarse groan.

Loving how vocal he is, I decide to encourage him by groping his cock over his rugged jeans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out when his mouth leaves mine. He then runs his tongue over my neck and collar, soon nibbling on my earlobe. His thigh continues to make work of me, and I match his pace. “You're so dirty,” he grins while his nose brushes my rosy cheek, and then he's kissing me. “I love it,” he professes with amusement, again, coating his tone.

Just as I begin undoing his belt, he flips me over on my stomach like before. Then, when I'm lying flat underneath him, he grabs my hips, to lift them towards his crotch as he kneels above. “I better see a pink thong,” he jokes as he strips me bare. He groans in satisfaction as I’m left in just my underwear for his viewing. “Unreal,” Logan practically purrs.

I wiggle my ass playfully, and he growls and smacks it harder than he did in his classroom. I squeal into my pillow, briskly going quiet when I hear his belt being ripped from the loops of his denim. Leaving my underwear in place, he runs his digits over the lace, making me whine, "Logan."

With his name on my tongue, it shortly turns into a cry as the lace covering my clit gets moved to the side, and two meaty fingers dive into me. "Shit, princess," he rasps. "How am I gonna fit?" He asks rhetorically, and I choke a sob, as he wastes no time building up an energetic pace, with his fingers.

He swiftly tears an orgasm from my trembling body, still holding my hips up with one hand. When his fingers leave, I hear his mouth clean them, and I swing my head to face him hastily, but he shoves my head back into my pillow. "So eager," he more or less snickers.

"Very," my smothered voice emits, barely audible.

I nearly shriek when his tip swipes my wet slit. Logan, without notice, suddenly pushes himself inside me, with an agonizing slowness, but I quietly persist. "Atta girl, that's it," he lazily groans out encouragements. My hands pathetically slide onto his thighs, unsure if I'm urging him for more, or begging for discretion.

At once, he shoves himself in all the way, and I let out an extensive sigh. His palm, which was just holding down my head, joins his other hand on my abandoned hip. He lets out various curses, along with my name, and begins to move, in and out. Soon enough, he's pounding into me at a savage rate, completely untamed. As well, it seems purposeful, how he simultaneously bends down to growl and moan in my ear, still thrusting.

He stirs another orgasm, still notably, not experiencing his own. "You look real pretty like this princess," he begins to ramble. "Gonna do this every fucking day." The rest of what he says gets lost in translation, as I grow overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Thoughtlessly, I try to crawl away while he still has my lower half hoisted up. Once Logan realizes what I'm up to, my pitiful effort has him laughing. "Where ya going?"

"Lo, it's too much-"

"Lo? Call me that again, it's cute," he hums.

"No more," I whimper, ignoring him.

"Just one more baby," Logan coos, while somehow increasing his pace, making me cum instantly, squirting a little. His moan rumbles in his chest, and he doesn't stop hammering into me. I grip my headboard, and one of his arms stretches alongside mine, to do the same.

When he cums, his grip snaps the wood, breaking a part of the headboard, making me shout in between sobs. He seems to not notice the damage, too busy finishing on my backside.

After a long minute, he slumps his large frame beside me. One of his arms stays drifting across my skin as his eyes intently coast over my features. "Maybe consider skipping my class more often," Logan expresses as his lips slightly tip upward. He presses his lips onto my shoulder. I smile, giggling, "Why?"

"Cause it doesn’t matter where I fuck you, there's nowhere I won't get hard looking at that pretty face of yours," he smiles dreamily, "And you're impractical wardrobe.”

I guffaw, "You truly have a way with words," I pause and smirk, "Mr. Howlett."

He rises onto his elbow with a devilish grin, "Now you're really asking for it princess."

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[a-boca-do-inferno]

kindness (logan howlett x reader) [request]

summary: (y/n) crosses paths with a unique stranger twice.

warnings: fluff, slight swearing, a little violence

words: 0.8k

notes: caveman logan my beloved <3

“Can I help you?”, the girl offers a polite smile to the man who has just entered the store. 

He is rather tall and a little ominous looking, with a full brunette beard that covers half of his face, long hair of the same colour contouring his shoulders. She can’t ignore the threadbare clothes he’s wearing; they look almost as if they haven’t been changed or washed in a long time, yet they don’t emanate any stench, curiously. When his eyes meet hers, there’s a frown on his features that’s noticeable through the deep crease between his brows, and she’s already waiting for the rude response to come. Unfortunately, well-mannered customers are not common in her work.  

To her surprise, however, he simply shakes his head and marches toward the back of the store, returning seconds later with some canned beans. He also picks up a lighter hanging from one of the front shelves on his way back, handing the items to her.  

The girl graciously puts them in a bag, offering him another friendly smile as she takes a look at the prices. “That will be five dollars.”  

Her attentive eyes follow his movements in silence as he takes ten bucks out of his pocket, and her fingers unconsciously search the drawer in front of her for the change. Before she can open it, his voice is gravelly and punctuated as he speaks, a faint smile under his thick beard, “keep the change and thank you.” He places the bill on the counter next, giving it a light tap as if to reaffirm his words. 

She blinks once, taken aback by this unusual display of kindness coming from such an unlikely individual. “Thank you”, she simply replies, astonished. The mysterious man turns his back and walks out of the store, without another word.  

The next time she sees him again, it’s later in that evening and they’re both in a dive bar. It was a long week and the girl just wanted to relax a little, have a few drinks and maybe sleep until noon the other day. Her plans were quickly frustrated, though, as some random, visibly drunk guy started catcalling and harassing her to go to his table. She did her best to ignore it and not let him ruin her night, but she finally had enough when he started calling her names for everyone to hear.  

She got up and made her way to the counter to pay her bill; the single beer she was able to have. The man from the store was sitting to her right and they exchanged a brief look, his full beard only allowing her to make out his hazelnut eyes. He gave her a short nod and she responded with a grin, turning her attention back to the bartender. She stretched out her arm to pay him, but as soon as he touched the money, the girl was violently yanked to the side. The impact was strong enough that two glasses fell off the countertop, the shattering sound making some people nearby turn their head to see what was going on.  

“You come here, you little bitch!”, the asshole from earlier spoke, still grabbing her forcefully by the elbow.  

She couldn’t even react properly as a tall, dark shadow passed through her vision, knocking the man out with a single punch. Her arm was free again and she held it to her chest, trembling slightly in fear and surprise. Her eyes met the man from the store’s one more time, and now they seemed to be torn between anger and worry. He came up to her and examined her from head to toe, seeming satisfied with his search when his gaze landed on her dumbfounded face. 

“You alright?”, he inquires, and she can’t help but notice the abismal difference between his soft tone of voice and the hard, deep crease on his forehead. 

The girl clears her throat, smiling a bit. “I am, thank you for that”, her eyes turn to the guy still on the floor, but they quickly go back up. “You’ve been good to me twice now and I don’t even know your name, mister.” 

There is a moment of pause until he seems to get over some fleeting conflict in his head, his expression softening. “Call me Logan.” 

What a beautiful and fitting name. “Thank you, Logan”, she says, savouring the foreign word in her mouth. She offers him another gentle smile and for the first time, he responds in kind, wrinkles appearing in the corner of his eyes. She can’t help but notice he suddenly doesn’t appear so ominous anymore.  

Logan then points with his chin at her money on the counter, forgotten by the bartender during the whole mess. And just when she thought he couldn’t surprise her anymore that day, his soothing tone catches her off guard yet again, “c’mon, let me buy you a drink.” 

#logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #hugh jackman x reader #logan howlett imagine #wolverine imagine #x-men imagine #x-men x reader #wolverine #logan howlett #james logan howlett #hugh jackman

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 (ma lapin)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - logan bakes something special for mrs claus, do you think she likes it?

warning - slight dirty talk.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You hear a throat clear from behind you, followed by a gruff voice. “Bunny… I have something for you.” You turn and smile when your eyes land on Logan, feeling a burst of joy spread through you. You quickly stride forward and wrap your arms around the large man.

“Logan! We’ve– I’ve missed you!” You beam up at him, your brows furrowing as you notice one hand still behind his back. “Whatcha got there?” 

He tries to smile, bringing his hand around and showing you a medium-sized box. “I… I baked you something for Valentine’s Day.” His cheeks turn pink, becoming shy under your sparkly gaze. Logan begins to pull back. “But it’s okay if you don’t want them… The children could have them….”

You quickly place your hand on his, your smile becoming more prominent as you begin to open the box. Carefully unravelling the pretty ribbons and lifting the lid, a gasp slips from your lips as your eyes take in the freshly baked bunny biscuits with a red heart in the middle. “Logan… These are so pretty. I don’t want to eat them because I’m afraid I’d destroy your fantastic work.” You slowly pluck one from the box, studying it before connecting your eyes with his. “This is so kind of you. Thank you.” You lean up and place a soft kiss on his reddened cheek.

His hand rubs the back of his neck, smiling softly down at you. “Please eat them, I made them just for you, and I don’t know if they are any good… It was my first time baking for someone.” His little ear twitches and flops down, and his dazzling eyes stare at you in adoration.

You softly bite into the biscuit, eyes falling closed as a moan falls from your lips. “Oh… My… God! These are so good! I am jealous!” You hold it up to his lips, watching him sink his teeth into it, and a groan of pleasure escapes his lips, causing your thighs to squeeze together, remembering the time he devoured you in the same way.

His eyes connect with your wide ones, chewing slowly before your eyes dart down to watch his tongue swipe across his lips. “They are good, probably my second favourite taste.” 

A throat clears, causing you to blink and snap out of your daze, your head turning to the side, eyes connecting with your loving hunk of a husband. You smile, bouncing over to him and holding out the very same biscuit. “Hiya, honey! Have a taste of the biscuits Logan baked me.” Ari’s eyes drag from yours to Logans, watching him stare openly at your plump ass. Leaning casually against the wall, Ari looks back at you and smiles before leaning down and taking a bite, enjoying the way you squirm, eyes blown with lust and love as you watch him chew. 

“It’s tasty, my love. You did good, Logan.” He nods to the other giant man before leaning down and placing a loving kiss on your lips, enjoying the moan that slips out from the sweetness in both of your mouths. 

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[aliciamorov]

A POST TO SIMP FOR SEASON 7 RICK AHHHH (the photos are so bad bc i was taking pictures of my laptop☠️did I even write that right)

wet hair rick ✅

he's so FINEEEEEE MY LOOOORD

he gets more and more hot with every season (i want him so bad)

#rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x male reader #rick sanchez x reader #LORD HES SO FINE #i love rick sanchez so much #hugh jackman on rick and morty oh god 😭 #this season is gonna be so good #i love this old man #sexy hot scientist grandpa #HIS WET HAIR #my english is so bad like always #im polish guys leave me alone #anyways i want to marry this man so bad #im wearing full rick and morty outfit today ahhh #i couldn't think about anything else in school than rick and morty istg

[way-woman-beat-that]

https://martha-286.szhdyy.com.cn/g/mBzroGX

#into the spider verse #huf #biker #jungkook layouts #feminizedmen #hugh jackman #alice madness returns #montgomery gator #steve harrington x reader #perrie edwards

[buckyseddie]

unexpected chances

pairings — logan (james) howlett x fem!mutant!reader, featuring bff!rogue x bff!fem!mutant!reader

summary — in which, there was always something there, but after unexpected circumstances, something changes.

word count — 8.5k.

warnings — ANGST, fluff, reader and logan having a BIT of an age-gap because i’m a sl*t for him and i wanted to write the reader’s age similar to mine (i know, i know, i sound like a psycho), use of pet-names [sweetheart, babydoll, kid], this is in the timeline from before the logan movie, just like logan, the reader has her own fair share of trauma, mentions of reader having serious mental health issues and HUGE anger issues, mentions of abusive relationship with parents, mentions of reader having a teeny, tiny bit of a crush on and having romantic feelings for logan in the past AND the present, mentions of reader taking some lives due to her out of control powers in the beginning of finding out that she was a mutant, mutual pining but also both reader and logan having denial phases and both refusing to accept that there’s something more to their relationship, rogue kind of being unfair to reader, but really just acting out of concern for her friend (she makes up for it in the end, i promise), KIDNAPPING (by victor of course, because why not), protective!logan, plenty of confessions, forehead touches, kisses, also brief mentions of reader’s powers, logan calling reader hot (yes, i think this is a warning), rogue playing cupid/match-maker.

note — Y’ALL... so, i just started to rewatch all of the x-men movies recently (in order of course!) but my love and obsession that i once had for logan and hugh when i was younger is back. and i thought, what better way to get through that is, not only fake scenarios every night because logan is a very fine-ass character and literally is the loml, but ALSO, maybe make a fic to get most of my thoughts and etc., of him out! anyways, i hope this one is enjoyable. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much appreciated and encouraged <3.

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SHE HAD OTHER THINGS TO deal with, rather than ogle the extremely attractive older man that arrived at the school a long while back.

she wanted to, because… come on! that man has no right being so handsome.

but, she wouldn’t — she couldn’t. 

she couldn’t deal with anything other than trying to keep herself in complete control and trying to help others, despite all of the pain she’s caused. 

“[y/n]? is everything alright?” a familiar voice speaks up in confusion and concern in the darkness of the room, completely snapping the young woman out of her thoughts. 

she snaps her head up in surprise, inhaling in relief that it’s just her younger friend — and not the brooding man who seems to always be studying and watching her closely.

“rogue, hey,” she murmurs in greeting, before getting up to walk over to the freezer, searching for her usual tub of ice cream. 

after grabbing a spoon, and she moves to sit down on one of the stools, [y/n] shrugs as she lifts the lid off.

swirling her spoon around, before getting herself a spoonful of ice cream and shoveling the first bite into her mouth, she finally gives the girl stood in front of her an answer, “i’m fine. i promise.” 

she sighs, not believing her for even a second.

“you sure?”

[y/n] stares down at her spoon for a second, before deciding to stick it inside of the tub of ice cream, so that it’s standing on it’s own, before glancing up.

“yes. i’m fine — like always.” 

then, it’s a shock to both girls when heavy footsteps become noticeable, until the famous wolverine is grumpily walking over to the fridge to grab something to drink.

thank god for the secret stash of beer he hid in there prior to when he’d first arrived at the mansion. 

“hey, logan. can’t sleep?” rogue asks the man with a tired smile placed on her lips.

he grunts in acknowledgement as the other girl shrinks into herself and becomes too quiet. 

both rogue and logan notice this immediately. 

with a sigh, [y/n] goes to dig further into her ice cream, in order to ignore looking up at her friend and the older man. 

“really, [y/n]?” 

“w—what?” she stutters, mouth now full of a scoop of ice cream, beginning to finally look up.

she quickly becomes confused as rogue wears an annoyed expression.

as he notices the tension growing between the two girls, logan can’t help finding his stomach tied in knots at the adorably confused look on [y/n]’s face. 

then, he shakes his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts and forcefully focuses on drinking his beer.

“i know you’re hurting. why won’t you just admit it?”

irritation burns beneath [y/n]’s tough-guarded walls, but she doesn’t show it.

she just frowns, before speaking in noticeably irritated tone of voice. “i’m fine. why won’t you accept that?”

rogue rolls her eyes.

“because i know — everyone knows — the truth. and i won’t sit here and watch my friend destroy herself!” she exclaims in pure irritation. 

logan, who just wanted to relax for a bit before trying to get back to bed, stands awkwardly, fully not expecting the conversation to get so tense. 

but, as he sees the hurt look in [y/n]’s eyes, he sighs.

“kid, why don’t you calm down a bit? getting upset with each other isn’t going to fix this situation.” 

he steps towards rogue, placing a light hand over her covered shoulder, trying to get her to calm down.

but, she only angrily shrugs off his hand and takes one more look at her friend frustratedly. “don’t come crying to me when you lose everyone. again.” 

then, she storms off.

as she watches her friend walk away from her, [y/n] takes in a deep breath, trying to ignore the blurring tears that begin to cloud up in her eyes.

with another sharp breath, she ignores the stare of logan as she frowns. 

she knows that she doesn’t actually want to lose anyone else, even if she is pushing everyone away.

but, what else can she do? she’s just too dangerous, and she knows deep down that she doesn’t deserve anyone’s love or worry. 

biting down on her bottom lip once again, she places her spoon down beside her tub of ice cream on the table.

then, she rapidly blinks away the tears, the best that she can, before grabbing the lid and placing it back on the top, and walking over to the freezer to put it back inside. 

then, as she walks over to the sink with her spoon in hand, she’s completely aware of logan’s eyes on her, watching her every move, while she rinses the spoon off, before setting it down in the sink. 

she places her hands against the counter as she leans against it, the newly fresh tears appearing again. 

suddenly, it becomes hard to breathe as she tries to ask herself if pushing everyone away really is the answer.

but, she knows that she doesn’t see any other way. 

“you know… she’s right.” logan states, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

hearing this, she sighs in irritation.

“and why… do you say that, logan?” she asks tightly, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice as much as possible.

she still stays leaning against the counter, back facing him. 

“she shouldn’t have said it like... that, but she’s right. if you keep pushing everyone you care about away, you’re going to lose them. and then, you won’t have anyone left — you’ll be completely alone.” 

with a frustrated sigh, [y/n] finally turns around. “did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, that’s the whole damn point?”

logan raises a brow at her, becoming shocked by her answer.

“and why is that?” 

she groans, rolling her eyes, before raising her hands up in the air in complete and utter frustration. “maybe… because i don’t deserve for people to still care, okay?” 

her voice finally wavers in emotion, making it all too obvious of how much she’s been hurting — how she’s really just a good actor when it comes to hiding her feelings. 

he sighs, waiting for her to continue on. 

“you want to know why i’m like this? why i insist on being alone? it’s because i’ve hurt people — i’ve even killed people before. so, don’t stand there and ask me why i do this, like it’s the strangest thing in the world. because we both know that you understand how it feels to have hurt people and not want to get more people close to you because they could get hurt.” she exclaims, rolling her eyes when his eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

“that was because you didn’t have control over your powers, back then. that’s not your fault, you know.” he states, stepping forward after realizing how hurt the young woman really is.

“yes, it was! logan, you don’t get it! no one does. i didn’t just lose control of my powers! i snapped, okay? the things i heard being said to and about me, and the things people did to me, it made me so angry. i felt full of hatred. and… i could feel it all so intensely — i could feel the darkness taking over. i wasn’t that same happy girl i once was — i was evil. and i still am.” she exclaims again, not really caring who hears the conversation anymore. 

i mean, everyone is — except for logan and rogue, and the professors, of course — already terrified of her. and rightfully so.

so, it’s not like she needs to worry about anyone finding out the truth, because everyone already knows it all.

or, at least that’s what she thinks.

logan sighs, going to walk over to her to comfort her, but she flinches, before backing away.

“n—no. please. don’t touch me. everyone just needs to stop treating me like i’m the innocent victim. because i’m not. okay?” 

tears fill her eyes, once more, as logan freezes in his place, an overwhelming amount of worry over the young woman completely consuming him.

he doesn’t ever want to admit it, but ever since he met her, he’s grown very protective of her.

then, she brushes past him, the feeling of not being able to breathe becoming more intense and hard to ignore.

it looks like that night will be another sleepless night filled with not only a wild panic attack, but also, nightmares. 

as he watches her rush off in the direction of her room, logan sighs.

she’s right.

he knows exactly what it feels like.

but, seeing that it’s hurting her — and rogue — to do it, makes him see it in a different way. 

—————

THE NEXT FEW WEEKS ARE miserable for [y/n].

she makes a point to avoid both rogue and logan. 

what she doesn’t understand though, is why logan had seemed so concerned for her well-being.

even though, that conversation got a little too personal and intense for the both of them, it’s not like either of them are even that close.

so… why did he care so much?

even if she is curious about it, she’s not going to risk another conversation with him, just because she wants answers.

it’s not worth it. right?

but, one thing she does know, is that both rogue and logan were right — she finally is all alone.

and now? she doesn’t know what to do with that information. what can she do with that? 

it’s not like she actually wants to be alone — it’s just how she acts and perceives herself as.

and it’s mostly because she knows she has to protect everyone from herself. especially, when she feels so damn dangerous. 

walking through the halls one morning, still in the process of ignoring and avoiding her only friend and the older man that she always seemed to secretly like, she keeps her head ducked down. 

then, something — or rather, someone — crashes into her side.

it causes her to lose her balance and for all of her carefully organized things to tumble out of her arms. 

the sound of the crash catches everyone’s attention — this much, [y/n] realizes. considering, she’d been walking through the main room — the living room — of the x-mansion.

even a few teachers look over in concern at the sudden noise.

rogue is hanging out with bobby when she hears the crash.

even as she sees her friend bending down to nervously and shakily grab her things, she can’t help feeling guilty for how she’d treated her that night, and how she’d left her so easily. 

but, that guilt and regret soon morphs into worry in only seconds when she realizes who had purposely rammed their body into [y/n]’s.

as she moves to stand back up, her things safely tucked into her arms and pressed against her chest, [y/n] opens her mouth to let out repetitive apologies for her clumsiness.

but, as she sees who it is that had ran into her, she gapes as ashamed tears begin to cloud her eyes. “m—mom? w—what… what are you doing here?” 

the woman stood before her glares at her.

“i came here to see if there’s anyone else you’ve hurt along the way. other than your father, of course.” there’s no worry or concern in her tone of voice, though, whatsoever. 

[y/n] gulps nervously, trying to ignore her mother’s hurtful words — being insulted or aggravated always leads to her losing control of her powers and her anger. 

once she sees the way the woman is making her best friend hurt so badly in a matter of seconds, rogue begins to step forward.

but, her boyfriend seems to understand what she’s about to do, and grabs her arm.

“wait. maybe you shouldn’t get involved.” 

rogue stares at bobby in complete and utter disbelief.

“are you serious, right now? bobby, she’s my best friend. i can’t just sit by and watch as her mother digs her stupid little comments at her.” she tells him, not being able to help feeling so offended that her boyfriend is asking her to stay out of it.

with a sigh, bobby defeatedly lets go of her arm.

he watches nervously as rogue walks over to stand beside her friend.

“no offense, ms. [y/m/n], but you need to leave. you’re not welcome here, and you have no right to walk in here and try to hurt one of this school’s best mutants.” she spits the words out venomously, shocking [y/n].

“rogue—” [y/n] starts to say, worried that her saying something like that to her mother might make things worse, even if she does appreciate her defending her. 

“no. this whole situation has gone way too far. you don’t deserve to be treated like this, and i am sick and tired of her treating you like you did something wrong!”

“please, rogue—”

“no! i know you think you did something wrong and that you’re damaged. but, you’re not. you did everything you could to protect everyone and you still are. and the people you’ve hurt? that’s not on you — you couldn’t control your powers and it’s about time that you realize that and accept it.” rogue finishes saying, turning to face her friend. 

[y/n] senses the tears beginning to cloud her eyes, but this time — unlike any other time — she doesn’t bother trying to hide them. 

then, rogue turns back to face her friend’s cruel mother, a stony look in her eyes. “and it’s about time that she gets that, too. because this whole ‘marching in the school to humiliate and torture you’ thing isn’t happening. ever again. at least, not when i’m around.”

for a moment, [y/n] forgets about her mother completely; she just stares at her friend in surprise and awe. 

a gentle smile makes its way to her lips.

all she knows now, is that she has an amazingly loyal friend — the best friend she’s ever had. 

“t—thank you, rogue. for… saying that.” 

the two girls share the same platonically caring look, before remembering of [y/n]’s mother’s annoying presence standing in front of them. 

“you two make me sick. the fact that you don’t see that she will destroy you and everything you’ve ever loved is embarrassing.” 

before she can say anything else, or for [y/n] to fully react to her mother’s angry words, logan, who’d been standing with the other teachers, steps forward with a hard look placed on his face.

“alright, that’s enough. you’re not welcome here — you need to leave. now.” 

[y/m/n] scoffs in disbelief and disgust.

“you are all fools!” she yells, before she begins to walk towards the entrance doors to the school. 

[y/n] sighs in relief as soon as her mother’s back is facing her.

she turns to both logan and rogue with an expression full of appreciation. 

“t—thank you — both of you.” she barely even says it with more than a whisper and almost struggles to even get the words out — she still feels guilty for the way she’d treated the both of them. 

rogue nods and smiles, placing her hand over her friend’s shoulder to show her response, while logan simply nods in acknowledgement. 

but, the three of them had celebrated a little bit too soon.

because, in only a few moments, her mother turns back to face her with that same disgusted expression placed on her face.

“you know… they might accept you now. but, eventually, they will turn on you and then, you’ll have no one left on your side,” she begins to say, finding satisfaction in the hurt look that takes over her daughter’s face. 

“when that happens, i won’t be there to comfort you — you’ll be utterly and completely alone and miserable.” 

she smirks when [y/n]’s breath catches in her throat and she finally allows the tears to fall.

then, she breathes heavily, before sharply turning around and running in the direction of her room.  

with an annoyed sigh, rogue turns to the spiteful woman standing at the door.

“you just have to make everyone else miserable, too, huh?” after spitting out those words, she races off in the direction of where her friend had rushed off in.

logan clenches his jaw as he glares angrily at [y/n]’s mother. 

he had known that her mother wasn’t exactly supportive of the start of her mutation — everyone knows that part — but it seems, he underestimated the situation.

because… no wonder [y/n]’s always been so hard on herself.

because when the people who are supposed to always love you unconditionally, no matter what, don’t believe in you anymore, it’s hard to not hate yourself, like they do. 

that’s why she’s so hard on herself and believes that there’s something wrong with her — why she believes that she’s evil.

because of this woman.

she had ruined her daughter’s potential to believe in herself and to lead a happy life, where she isn’t being held back by her past mistakes.

“you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, you know that? what kind of person finds it enjoyable to torture their child?” he questions, not being able to help feeling so protective of the young girl.

[y/m/n] scoffs again.

“once again, i have to say this. you. are. a. fool,” she annoyedly states, stepping closer to him. “that girl… is not my daughter — not anymore. she is only a monster. and the fact that all of you keep coddling her, proves my point of you all being fools to trust her. she’ll turn on you, just like she did with my family and the countless others that died in what you guys like to refer to as ‘the accident’.”

his jaw ticks, once more, realizing where the terrible, negative mindset of [y/n]’s really came from.

“you have no idea what you’ve done to her, do you?” he tensely asks in a harsh tone of voice as he steps closer to her, all the while trying to keep his emotions and frustrations in check.

the woman simply crosses her arms over her chest, seriously not understanding how so many people are willing to defend her daughter for so long, with no hesitation.

she raises a brow in question, further irritating the hell out of logan.

“do you not realize that you are the exact reason that she hates herself so much? why she refuses to let anyone in, or to allow herself to be happy for just one second? you blame her for what happened, but you should be blaming yourself for it.” 

she scowls, before speaking tightly, “and why should i blame myself when it is her fault that my husband and innocent people are dead?”

“you know why? none of that shit would’ve happened, if you and your family actually took some time to show your daughter that she was loved. maybe, if you had accepted her and showed her that there was nothing wrong with her, maybe, just maybe, those people would still be alive, and maybe, your daughter wouldn’t have lost control and wouldn’t have begun to hate herself. all of that isn’t on her. it’s on you.” he spits out angrily, almost losing his cool.

she rolls her eyes, but logan doesn’t care if his words hurt her.

in his head, she deserves to be hurt in the way that she had hurt her daughter. maybe, even more.

“and stop calling her a monster. because she’s not — she’s far from it. if you actually tried to understand her and get to know her as she is now, you’d know that she’s a good person with a compassionate heart — someone who’s only trying to make up for her wrongs and make people feel safe with her,” he backs away, feeling content with saying what he truly feels deep inside his heart. “but, you won’t. because you refuse to see her as the hero she is.” 

with seeing that his words have gotten to her, he watches smugly as she angrily walks out the door and out of the mansion.

—————

SHE REFUSES TO LEAVE HER room for a week after that.

she just couldn’t bear to face anyone after her mother had practically stormed in and humiliated her in front of the entire school. 

though, the fact that it was logan and rogue, too — that had also witnessed it — is the real reason she hadn’t wanted to face anyone. 

rogue is her best friend and she already always feels like a handful. she didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed with her overbearing issues. 

and logan? well, she could never admit it, but she’s always liked him.

even if there’s a big age gap between the two of them — him being like a hundred years old, and her only being nineteen — she has always feared that he doesn’t think of her like that or that he has a problem with how far apart their ages are. 

but, most of all, she has just always wanted to try to seem tough and strong around him.

so, being insulted in front of him like that — by her own mother? she obviously took that really hard.

and most of all, she just feels too embarrassed to face him. 

rogue had tried countless times to get her friend to let her in.

but, to no avail, she wouldn’t open the door — no matter how many times her friend had begged her to. 

though, logan didn’t bother trying to get her to let him in to check in on her, because he wanted to give her some space, and also, because he knew that she wouldn’t want to talk to anyone for a while.

but, she had to come out for food, eventually.

everyone just needed to be patient.

and eventually, she does. 

once she knows that the coast is clear and everyone has to be in their classes, [y/n] carefully and quietly races into the kitchen to grab her ice cream and a spoon. 

then, she successfully gets to the spacious field of the school, slowly sitting down on the freshly cut grass.

for a few minutes, it’s peaceful as she eats some spoonfuls of her ice cream.

something about being outside — out in the nature and the calm, breezy air — always makes her feel safe and comforted. 

“you just couldn’t resist the nice weather, huh, kid?” an amused, but familiar voice interrupts her moment from behind her. 

she briefly jumps in surprise, before snapping her head over to see that it’s only logan standing behind her. 

he chuckles at her startled expression and actions. “sorry, kid. didn’t mean to scare you.”

rather than talk about the real reason he had followed her outside, she sighs, before grumbling, “i’m not a kid anymore.”

he laughs once more.

although, this laugh leaves her speechless. it’s one of his laughs that’s extremely rare, but in the end, you know it’s genuine from how infectious it is — it’s the type of laugh that also makes you want to laugh with him.

“hey, i know that. trust me, i know you’re not a kid anymore.” he mumbles, after finally being able to stop laughing at her in amusement.

for a moment, he looks her up and done, before his gaze quickly forms into an expression of worry and concern.

“how you doing?” he asks in a soft and gentle voice, hoping that she doesn’t shut him out this time.

but, the two of them being out in the nice weather, proves to be just the thing that eases her into opening up. 

despite feeling scared of being vulnerable with him, she feels safe with him. 

so, she just lets it come out in waves. “mostly… i’m just hurt and embarrassed. all the things my mother said... i’ve already heard and thought it myself. but, i just hate that she said all of that in front of the whole school — everyone already hates me and fears me.”

he doesn’t say anything. he simply just looks at her in confusion.

how could she think that everyone hates and fears her, when that’s just not true? 

“you know that’s not true.” 

she snaps her head up and looks over at him in confusion — and even a little bit of frustration.

“are you serious right now?”

he wordlessly nods, raising a brow as if it’s that obvious. 

[y/n] scoffs.

“logan, i don’t know where you got the idea that they like me. because they don’t. you just don’t see the wary and cautious looks in their eyes when i’m around. or how they’re always watching me and prepared to run off if i snap. trust me, i know fear when i see it.”

now, it’s his turn to be in disbelief and irritation. “sweetheart, you have no idea how much they admire you. do you?”

“what? n—no. no, they don’t… they… hate me.” she mumbles, refusing to believe anything other than that she’s feared by every single person in the world.

he sighs in frustration, once again.

“they don’t hate you,” he states as she finally looks over at him, still confused, but waits for him to explain what he means by that.

“yes, you did some things that you’re obviously not proud of and you’re trying to be better because of it — they see that. but, that doesn’t mean they dislike you or fear you. they’re very fond of you — a lot more than you think.”

her breath hitches in her throat as his honest expression begins to overwhelm her — she can’t tell if he’s actually telling the truth or not. 

still not being able to tell, [y/n] sighs, already completely forgetting about her ice cream that is melting by every passing minute. 

it’s silent for a few minutes.

then, a curious question pops up into her head, causing her to turn to face him with curiosity etched onto her face.

“logan?”

“yeah?” comes his gruff response — something completely normal coming from him.

“how… how were you able to resist the temptation to push everyone away? after all of the things you went through — and did?” she asks, now turning back to look at the sky, before she moves her knees up to her chest and holds them tightly to her chest.

she can’t face him as she asks this question, knowing how much his past still haunts him.

you’d think that he’d get mad at her for asking such a deeply personal question, or not even give her an honest answer.

but, something about her makes him feel comfortable around her — comfortable enough to open up. something that he’s never felt around anyone else before. 

he knows that deep down, she needs his advice.

especially, when they both have had similar experiences in their pasts.

so, he doesn’t hesitate to give her the answer she needs.

he heaves in a deep breath, trying to put the words together, to the point where it actually makes sense. “it wasn’t easy — if that’s what you think. because it wasn’t.”

she nods, turning to face him now.

her brows furrow together as she waits for him to continue. 

“truthfully, it took me a very long time to open up to anyone and actually grow as a person. my past ain’t exactly the most interesting story to be told. my story is gruesome and seriously fucked up — especially the part where i hurt people — i hurt a lot of people.”

after hearing the evident pain in his voice, from thinking back on his past, regret immediately fills [y/n]. 

as he clears his throat, she bites down on her bottom lip nervously, before asking another question, “did it ever go away? the guilt and all of the memories? does it ever get easier to live with?”

he sighs, immediately noticing that talking about all of this is making her more emotional — the unshed tears are proof of that.

“the reminder of it will always be there. you can’t just take those experiences out and they suddenly just don’t exist — that’s not how it works. but, it will get easier and it won’t always be so all-consuming. having people in your life to lean on does help, y’know?”

she groans as she begins to stand up.

“trust me, i’m beginning to learn that.” she mutters it so low that logan almost doesn’t hear her. 

he himself stands, too, watching as she picks up the completely melted ice cream from the ground in disappointment and disgust.

“fantastic. now, i’ve wasted an entire tub of ice cream.” she mumbles annoyedly, before walking over to the only trash can that stands outside, near the doors. 

he watches her in amusement, once more, chuckling at her sarcastic tone of voice and pouty expression. 

hearing his laughs, she turns back to face him with an annoyed glare.

“hey! don’t laugh at me. it’s not funny!” she yells, taking him quite seriously. 

once again, he uncontrollably laughs at her, causing her to simply groan.

she rolls her eyes and decides it’s time for her to just leave already. 

although, when his laughter finally dies down, she hesitates, before turning back around.

“logan… thank you — for the advice. i think it might help.” she says awkwardly as he nods in both acknowledgement and understanding.

“and… for what it’s worth, i think you’re a good man. i know asking about your past probably brought back a lot of the pain. but, i don’t think your past defines you. i hope you know that you make a bigger difference on me and everyone else — more than you even realize.”

with that, she walks back inside, leaving the older man speechless — for once in his life. 

—————

AFTER SOME SERIOUS SELF-REFLECTION, [Y/N] quickly learned that when logan had told her that spending time with the people she loves and cares about helps with dealing with her past and self-loathing hatred towards herself — instead of pushing them away — he meant everyone at the school. 

she knew immediately that rogue would — without a doubt — be one of those people that she could lean on.

she is her best friend, after all. 

that’s how she ends up in her dorm room with her friend sitting beside her.

a look of both shock and excitement is placed on rogue’s face.

then, she squeals as she lightly smacks her friend on her shoulder.

[y/n] wears a confused expression, before it turns pained as she winces, “ow, ro! don’t smack me so hard… ” she mumbles, trying to soothe the area of her shoulder that had just been brutally smacked. 

rogue simply ignores her pain, knowing that she only needs to be concerned if they had a skin-to-skin type of touch situation.

“it’s not my fault you’ve just now decided to tell me about your long-time crush on logan! how could you keep this from me for so long?” 

[y/n] had not only let herself vent out all of what she’d been feeling for way too long to her best friend, but she had also admitted to her hidden feelings for the older man, after having told her about the moment they had just a few weeks ago. 

[y/n] only scoffs.

“that’s what you're concerned about? my feelings for him?”

rogue gives her a look, acting as if it’s all that too obvious.

“yes! now, tell me why you waited until now to tell me about this thing with logan!” 

the young woman sighs in irritation, before answering truthfully, “i didn’t tell you because i know that you guys are close. i mean, he’s practically your father-figure. why in the world would i tell you about my feelings for him? that’s literally like when a girl tells her best friend that she’s in love with her dad! do you know how complicated that makes this situation?”

after a moment, [y/n] finally remembers the last thing her friend had said, “and there is no thing with him! i’m merely just one of the younger adults that lives in this mansion. that’s all.” she mumbles, an edge of her tone filled with sadness.

rogue simply rolls her eyes at her friend.

“it’s not that deep, [y/n]! it would be a different situation if you were underage. but, you’re not. and yes, he’s like a father to me. but, that doesn’t mean that i don’t support this, or that it’s uncomfortable for me,” 

“besides, do you even realize how much he cares about you?” 

the two girls stare pointedly at each other, as if challenging the other to prove that they aren’t lying.

after another minute of her friend still not answering her, [y/n] sighs in defeat.

she ducks her head down. 

“seriously, rogue? i don’t know why you keep going on about this.”

“because you refuse to believe what i’m telling you — which, is the truth!” rogue yells in just a bit of irritation as she throws her hands up in the air in exasperation.

[y/n] groans again. 

“no. he... he doesn’t feel that way about me. so, please, just drop it — don’t give me false hope.”

while the girls had been talking about logan and [y/n]’s relationship that’s so obviously filled with an unspoken connection, logan and jean were talking about almost the exact same thing.

“logan, why won’t you just admit that you love her?” jean asks in defeat, after having tried to get him to admit to his feelings for the young woman for almost an hour.

damn if that man isn’t stubborn. 

he says nothing for a moment.

she raises her brows at him expectantly, waiting for him to give her an honest answer — something that he doesn’t normally do that much. 

“i got no idea what the hell you mean.” is his response.

she sighs, rolling her eyes. 

“you can deny it all you want, but everyone knows how you feel,” she states, before she speaks again in a casual tone of voice, “well, everyone except for [y/n].” 

she shrugs when he gives her both an irritated and confused expression.

“i don’t have feelings for her — i... i can’t.” he mutters, refusing to admit the truth. 

jean sighs, understanding what he means behind that statement. 

“you know... no one would judge you two for being together.”

he grunts in disbelief at that.

because truth be told, he doesn’t care about the age gap — maybe, he did before when they had first met and he had developed feelings he couldn’t comprehend.

not anymore, though. 

however, he does care about what other people may think of it.

it’s not that he cares about people’s opinions about him.

i mean, come on, it’s logan — he could give a shit less about how people judge or perceive him, especially when he has bigger things to worry about. 

but, that doesn’t mean that [y/n] is the same way.

after all that she’s been through, it’s all too obvious that she values what others think of her. 

though, little does he know that the one thing she doesn’t care for people knowing or judging her for, is logan and if they could ever truly be together.

jean sighs at this.

before she can say anything else that could possibly change his mind, she sees that look on his face — the one that tells anyone to shut the hell up.

—————

IF SHE HAD KNOWN WHAT she’d get dragged into — all because she’d stepped outside of the mansion for just a few minutes — she would’ve stayed inside the safety of her room.

[y/n] had recently been stressed out about her feelings for logan and how to deal with them — much like logan himself — so badly that she had to go outside for some fresh air. 

but, little had she known that there was something — or rather, someone, really — outside, waiting for her. 

then, it hadn’t been long before she had a cold hand placed over her mouth to muffle any abrupt sounds as she struggled to breathe under it. 

after that, it was only seconds before the famous wolverine was walking outside, a concerned look in his eyes.

he had been searching for [y/n], worried of where she might be, considering she hadn’t been in her room.

but, when his eyes begin to slowly search his surroundings, he eventually catches the scene before him — the woman he cares for, more than anyone else in the entire world, being held by a familiar past enemy of his.

“what—” he begins to step forward, but the man removes his hand from [y/n]’s mouth and grows out his claws to press down harshly against her throat.

“make one move, and i will kill her, right here, with no fucking hesitation — you know i will.” 

logan freezes in his place, holding his hands up in the air cautiously.

although he’s being careful to not get [y/n] harmed, it doesn’t keep the dark look from forming on his face at the thought of his brother trying to kill the woman he deeply cares about.

[y/n] notices the look in logan’s eyes, immediately putting it together — he knows this man. 

“l—logan? w—who... who is he?” she croaks out, struggling to breathe as the sadistic man’s claws presses harder down on her throat.

as she whimpers in pain, clenching her eyes shut and tears begin to escape down to her cheeks, logan flinches — he hates seeing her in pain. 

“victor, let her go. she’s got nothing to do with this. let’s just talk.” he states both cautiously and calmly, trying to keep himself from doing anything that could harm her.

she cries again as victor draws just a little bit of blood from her neck. 

logan growls angrily at this, his jaw ticking tensely. 

“let her go.” 

his brother’s face turns cold and emotionless, before a smirk takes over his lips. 

“okay.” he says simply, before slamming the end of his fist into the side of her head.

she lets out a small groan as everything goes dark.

then, she falls to the ground. 

“now. let’s talk, brother.”

—————

SHE WAKES UP TO THE voices of which she had heard last before she got knocked out.

“if you touch her again, i will kill you.” 

victor chuckles evilly, obviously not caring at all. 

“she’s that important to you?”

“yes.” logan answers with no hesitation.

as she begins to stand up as quietly as possible, her vision still a bit blurry, his eyes catches hers.

worry quickly fills his as she bites down on her bottom lip and shakily places her pointer finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. 

“so, you would die for her, then? no hesitation?” victor continues on, drawing his brother’s attention back to him.

he raises an eyebrow. “yes?”

“yes.” logan harshly says, glaring deeply at him in anger. 

as [y/n] looks around for something to use against her potential-kidnapper, she notices a broken branch lying on the ground, nearby.

thank god for that.

the good thing about it, is that it’s thick and has a pointed edge to it. 

it for sure won’t do any real damage to victor.

but, it will distract him long enough to give logan the chance to get the upper-hand. 

although she may be a little concussed, she uses all of her energy to will the thick object to her hands, with just her mind. 

and then, she fully stands up and holds the branch tightly in her hands, trying to quiet down the fear of using violence again. 

but, with a shake of her head, she breathes deeply as quietly as she can, before she races forward and stabs victor straight in the back with it.

he grunts in surprise.

but then, he growls angrily and turns around. 

“victor—“ logan steps forward, seeing the look of complete rage in his eyes.

but, it’s too late.

victor, in a fit of boiling hot rage, pulls her closer to him by clutching her by her throat tightly with his claws drawing more blood and lifting her up into the air, before thrusting his other hand of claws into her stomach. 

she gasps in surprise and chokes on both tears and her heavy breaths.

but, she doesn’t think about dying — even with all of the agonizing pain of the claws twisting deep inside of her.

all she thinks about is logan.

her eyes find his from behind his brother. 

“l—logan... i... i—i love you... ” she trails off in stutters, needing to tell him the truth, before everything goes dark again. 

if she dies, at least she’ll go out with no regrets of not telling him how she feels. 

the next time she wakes up, she’s lying in her bed with a bandage placed over her throat and her stomach — both from where victor had hurt her the most.

she groans, slowly opening her eyes with her brows knitted together in both pain and confusion.

as she looks around the room, she notices both rogue and logan sitting inside the room.

logan sits on the edge of the bed, while rogue anxiously leans against the bedroom door.

when they notice she’s awake, logan goes to stand up, just as rogue moves across the room in lightning speed.

“[y/n]! i’m so glad you’re okay. logan and i were so worried about you,” she murmurs, simply placing her gloved-hands over her friend’s hand, not sure of how she can comfort her when she’s in so much pain. 

then, she smirks, nodding towards the man in the room.

“well, his worry was a lot more intense and overwhelming than mine.”

logan glares at her, causing her to giggle, before holding her hands up in the air in defeat.

then, she sighs. 

“anyways, i have to go back to class. i just wanted to see you when you woke up. and now that i know you’re okay, i can worry a lot less.” 

[y/n] nods, grabbing one of her hands and squeezing it. “thank you, ro — for everything. i don’t know what i’d do without a friend like you.” 

the sweet compliment goes right over rogue’s head, however. “well, i think you should really be thanking logan, since he’s the one who can’t live without you.” she winks at her friend as she flushes at her words.

logan glares at the girl, once again. 

“alright, kid. go on and get outta here already.” he points towards the door, and she takes the hint immediately.

rogue starts walking over to logan. 

“you better not screw this up!” she whispers seriously to him, the two of them both sharing a similar look of irritation over each other. 

logan scowls at her, pointing to the door, once more. 

with a resigned sigh, rogue shrugs and turns back to her friend to give her a little wave. “bye!” 

then, she’s at the door and pulling it open, before walking out and shutting it behind her. 

logan sighs, raising a brow at [y/n]. 

“i didn’t think she’d ever leave.” he chuckles awkwardly as she knits her brows together in confusion.

she doesn’t understand what was just going on between him and rogue.

and honestly?

she’s not sure of what to make of it. 

seeing that his attempt at a joke doesn’t change the look on her face, he frowns. 

“logan... what’s going on?” she asks shakily. 

“everything’s fine. he’s gone — victor’s gone.” he promises, going to sit by her on the bed. 

a trembling breath leaves her lips as she moves to sit up in her bed. 

“is that his name? victor?” her voice cracks as she asks the question — she doesn’t want to admit it, but the fact that she almost died and felt utterly defenseless, has made her feel so much more traumatized than she already had been in the past.

he sighs, ducking his head down in regret. 

“yes. he’s... he’s my half-brother. i thought he was dead.” 

he lifts his head back up to see her reaction.

as the look of surprise floods in her eyes, he sighs. “i’m so sorry that he went after you. it’s all my fault... ”

shock takes over her face as she tilts her head to the side in confusion. 

“wh—what? you think this is your fault?”

he arches his eyebrows in surprise, not understanding how she doesn’t blame him. “you don’t blame me?”

she scoffs — as best as she can through her throat, considering she had claws pressed against her throat, her neck was cut through harshly, and she’d almost been choked to death by an actual psycho-maniac. 

“logan, none of this is your fault. for... ” she trails off, shoving down the new trauma of being attacked by his psychotic brother. 

“for whatever reason... v—victor made his choice. you can’t control that.”

“it is, though. kid, if you hadn’t been involved with me, then he wouldn’t have come after you... ” the troubled look in his eyes only multiplies by every passing second.

[y/n] furrows her brows together, hating that he’s blaming himself. especially, for something that’s not his fault. 

“logan... ”

he shakes his head, already knowing what she’s going to say. 

“no, he knew how i care for you. it’s my fault!” 

without thinking, she grabs his wrist gently, before moving her other hand to hold his.

then, she asks the question she so desperately wants to, “logan? what do you mean by that? how do you care for me?” 

her voice is so soft and quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it. 

“you know how i feel about you.” comes his gruff tone of voice. 

she nervously laughs. 

“no, logan. i—i don’t — i really don’t... ”

“logan,” she says, gulping as she remembers what she had told him just before she went unconscious. 

“you know how i feel about you — i told you how i felt when we were with victor. but, you’ve never been honest with me about your feelings — i don’t know what you feel for me, or even, if it’s the same as mine. so, please, just be honest with me.”

he sighs as her eyes fill with tears, before she numbly nods. 

“right. well, then. i guess... i have my answer.” 

logan gapes at her as she moves to the other side of her bed and gets up.

she limps over to the door, just about ready to ask him to leave. 

but, before she can quite open it yet, he mutters, “fuck this.”

then, he stands up from his spot on the bed and walks over to her in quick strides. 

“fuck. you know i feel the same — you know that.” he murmurs as he grabs her hands and pulls her back with him to the edge of her bed, until he’s sitting down and she’s straddling him.

his hands stay by his sides, unsure of what he can do without over-stepping.

but, as tears cloud her eyes again, he sighs.

his eyebrows knit together in both concern and guilt as he realizes that him holding back on admitting his feelings have hurt her.

“why? why is it so hard for you to just say it? am i that terrible?” she cries, unable to act tough around him anymore. 

“shit... ” he mutters, clenching his fists, quickly becoming angry at himself, once more.

he carefully places his hands around the sides of her neck, being careful to not put too much pressure on it, before leaning his forehead over hers. 

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he mumbles, wiping away her tears with a frown placed on his lips.

“i just want you to admit it. you know how i feel about letting people in... and i didn’t want to fall for you — i didn’t want to give you the chance to hurt me. but, i fell anyways.” she whispers, but he can hear her since they’re so close to each other. 

“all of this isn’t easy for me, logan. but, i’m willing to give it a chance... if you are. if you’re not... then, we can’t do this.” she tells him, pulling her forehead away from his.

thinking about the possibility of having to let him go tears her apart on the inside, but she holds it together.

“[y/n]... ” he trails off, his head tilting to the side in shock. 

sighing, [y/n] takes in a deep breath. 

“logan, it’s okay. i understand why we can’t. you... can’t give your heart to anyone else ever again — after everything you’ve been through and all the people you’ve lost. i get it.” she mutters, not being able to help feeling so bitter that they can’t go any further in this relationship. 

but, as she begins to get up and off of him, in a matter of seconds, something switches in logan — the fear of losing her forever overrides his fear of getting close to anyone ever again.

he pulls her back down onto his lap and slams his lips onto hers, causing some shocked mumbles to leave her lips.

logan smirks as he realizes that he’s finally left her speechless. 

[y/n], however, wraps her arms around his neck, now completely melting into this kiss that has grown a lot more heavier and heated. 

when she finally pulls away to catch her breath, her eyes flutter open as a red flush takes over her cheeks. 

he chuckles. “finally got you speechless, huh, kid?” 

suddenly, being a little shy about their moment seems to quickly morph into irritation. 

“how many times do i have to tell you to stop calling me ‘kid’?” she exclaims seriously, lightly shoving his shoulder.

he laughs in amusement.

“oh, but it’s so fun getting you all riled up, sweetheart. besides, you’re hot when you’re mad. you know that?” he winks at her playfully, only trying to lighten the mood and make her feel more comfortable.

she groans, tossing her head back up in the air. “god, logan. really?” 

he laughs again, before his facial expression turns serious. 

“i do want to fight for this, y’know?” he murmurs, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear when she tilts her head back down to look back at him.

“really?” she asks in a small voice, happy tears beginning to form in her eyes. 

he nods, raising a brow at her. 

“yeah... i love you too much now to lose you.” he tells her, giving her the answer she wants, deep down.

her eyes widen in shock, before a smirk takes over her lips. 

“did i hear that correctly? maybe... you should say it again.” she says in a teasing tone of voice, giggling as he grumbles.

“babydoll, i ain’t saying that again. so, you better appreciate it while you can.” he mutters, grunting in surprise as she shuts him up with an excited kiss. 

“i love you, too, logan.” she whispers, smiling happily as she wraps her arms around him in an embrace — a hug, one that logan can’t help but accept immediately, in order to make her happy, once more.

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