#Kid Logan

[milkhoney531]

Coffee and Zombies (CaZ)

Summary: Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?

Chapter 1

   The world didn’t end with a bang. It didn’t end in war. It didn’t end in nukes. It didn’t end with the sun going supernova. It didn’t end with pollution or melting ice caps. No, it ended with a cup of coffee. Two scientists for the company Lily of the Valley, the flower of death, destroyed the world. The two never got along, they were working on a new project. Unfortunately together, unfortunately at unsustainably long hours. Unfortunately, with their brains impaired by lack of proper food, sleep, or hydration, tensions boiled. They weren’t as careful as they should have been. They fought over the last bit of coffee and beakers broke. They became the first two infected with the zombie virus. All over a cup of coffee.

   Death watched in disappointment as he held the two souls as their body spread the virus, ripping flesh from the people near them. Making his job harder than it ever should have been. They would never even see the damage they had done. They would never live through the fear they had brought over the world. Life appeared next to him, her normally warm features stony. She took the two souls from him.

     “I’m tired, Death. They have doomed my creations.” Life said quietly.

     “I am tired as well. But there is work to be done.” Death sighed.

     “Not for us. They made this mess. They can deal with it.” Life said, looking scornfully down at the two souls.

 

   The smell of coffee filled Roman’s senses when he woke up. He rose from bed and was going to wake up Remus only to have his brother’s hand clasp over his mouth. He held a finger to his lips and pointed towards their bedroom door. Roman saw the blood seeping from beneath the door. He smelled the blood. He heard the screams outside. He saw the word zombies written in blood on the door. He looked at his brother, there was blood on his face and hands, his pajamas were ripped. With shaky hands he moved his twin’s hand from his mouth.

     “Mom? Dad? Are they-?” Roman couldn’t finish the whispered question.

   Remus only nodded. He didn’t look sad. Was this a prank? No. Remus looked too serious. The blood, he could smell it. They were orphans in the zombie apocalypse. This was a shitty way to start their eleventh birthday. He heard a thud against their bedroom door and nearly yelped, but his cry was muffled by Remus pulling him into a hug. He was shaking. Remus was shaking. This was real. What were they going to do?

   They couldn’t stay here. Roman gently pulled out of the hug and took his brother’s hand. He led him to the closet and gave him a bag. Remus seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say. They started packing what they could, trying to keep it to things they needed, but Roman couldn’t help but include the scrapbook he had been working on with his dad and grandma. It had too many memories to leave behind. Were his grandparents still alive? He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the look of worry his brother had. At least he still had him.

   Roman gave him a reassuring smile. Silently, they got back to packing and getting ready. He didn’t know where they were going to go or how they were going to get out of the apartment alive. But they’d figure it out. They had too. Remus’s constant planning for alien invasions and zombie apocalypses seemed a lot less stupid now. Maybe his brother’s love of gore would save them? He gave a silent sight. They were eleven now. He woke up to coffee and zombies. Great.

[blutide-basslines]

Children Patton and Logan

[brainrotcharacters]

That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through

[ianto-j0nes]

I love that Logan is confused at first then he starts trying to tell the weather??? baby boy is so used to Wade’s shenanigans (podcast | bachelorette) he just goes with it now

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Laura scolding her dads for smoking. They're both on the couch, Logan with his cigar, Wade with a fucking menthol.

Laura: You're gonna get cancer!

Wade: I already have cancer

Logan: I can't get cancer

Wade: *glares* Lucky bastard

[elesketchii]

12yo me geeking over this movie so hard rn

[ahgalen]

Can’t stop drawing them help.

[murdrdocs]

free use vibes; domesticity; mirrors; MDNI 18+ w/ LOGAN HOWLETT

thoughts of disgusting domesticity w logan.

he's not the most patient man ever. he likes to get things done as soon as he can, especially when it's something he wants done. but he'll try to wait for you. he'll try to contain himself while sits on the bed when you tell him you'll be back soon.

"just gotta do a few things first."

his hands resting on his thighs, his bored eyes watching whatever show you've been re-binging as it plays on the tv. he hears a playlist start playing in the bathroom, followed by the sound of the shower water running, and he has the urge to get up and join you now. but he promised he would wait, and he knows how pissy you can get if he interrupts your routine.

so he watches the end of this episode and lays back when the next starts. the shower ends, the volume of your music is turned down, and he thinks that you'll be out soon.

but then the episode ends and logan realizes that the two of you have different definitions of 'soon'. he can't wait any longer, walking into the bathroom with completely confidence.

"i'm almost done, i swear."

logan nods, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at your frame. "mkay. you can finish."

you thank him and logan knows you're waiting for him to leave, but he doesn't. you can finish your routine, but he's getting what he came here for.

so he pulls your little shorts down and pushes your frilly little panties to the side, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and pushing your upper half down by the curl in your lower back.

you complain at first, but logan asks you if you want him to stop and his tip is nestled right there, leaving your greedy cunt to clench around nothing but air, desperately trying to tug him in. you shake your head, dropping whatever product you were about to use and bracing yourself with a hand on the counter and the other on the mirror.

and logan fucks you. he watches you watch yourself, unable to stop himself from smiling because you're finally seeing what he sees. maybe you'll finally understand why he's so addicted, why he couldn't keep his hands to himself for another ten minutes because this perfect pussy was prancing around in the other room, gallivanting around as if she wasn't hungry for this right here.

[cheerpuppy14]

That's cold man

[spicyboelives]

I wanna redraw this and make it a sticker one day.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[milkhoney531]

Was I supposed to be writing? Let alone a new story? No. Did I anways? Yes. Chapter 1 of CaZ is up!

Summary:

Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?

[princessbutler1316]

Deadpool:

I mean...

He is not that wrong...

[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine this: having four kids with logan au

When you lived in a little apartment with Logan and Theo.

Logan sat on the floor with his head and upper shoulders leaning against couch. Your two-year-old, Theo, sitting on his chest, his regular white t-shirt adorning your husband's torso. Theo kicked his feet as he let the toddler tackle him and try to tickle him. He also liked the fake fight with Logan, having him over his shoulder before flipping him on his back. You knew they were playing when you heard Theo's high-pitched laugh.

You leant the doorframe as Theo sighed, huffing before flopping on his stomach and cuddilng into Logan's chest. His arms going around your son as he sat up against the couch, holding him his arms. "You tired bub?"

"No!!!" Theo denied, sitting right up and popping his head to see you. You had just gotten back from therapy and Logan had picked him from daycare. "Mommy!" He yelled, as you smiled over at him as he padded around the couch, his little feet thumping on the hardwood floor. You leant down to pick up Theo and scoop him up in your arms, before kissing his cheek a few times. He giggled, tensing up his shoulders so you would stop.

Then your attention was drawn to your husband as he got up from floor, towering over you as he came over. Logan's hand came to the other side of you, his arm going behind your back. He pulled the both of you into his chest as you turned your head and connected your lips in a soft kiss. Theo rested his head against your chest as Logan spoke lowly, asking you about your day, with his muscled firm arms held you close and he swayed side to side. Your son laying on your chest, Logan helping you support him with his other arm as Theo laid his ear against your chest, hearing the vibrations as you spoke.

The only sound was the two of you, the little sounds of Theo's breathing deepening, the creak of the wood beneath your feet. The whole apartment quiet, the small sounds almost echoing through the room.

As Theo fell asleep, Logan moved his head to your neck, whispering into your ear, "I missed you."

"Missed you so much." You hummed, moving your head down as he looked up at you before touching his lips with yours in another kiss.

[bruciemilf]

Fucked up, doomed by the narrative, pathetic meow meow white man who has an incorrigible proficiency for violence, self-loathing, self-esteem issues, trauma arcs focused on the loss of a loved one, cringe fail vengeance era, believes he’s not made for love, warmth, or redemption, ends up being adopted by a bunch of extroverts whom he’d die for, has an incredibly terrifying daughter who could end him in a blink, and a super powerful god-like sunshine spouse who adores him:

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how adaptive Logan is and how he can quite physically tell the difference between people even if they look identical by chemical scent alone.

With being around Wade so much, do you ever think he just gets a whiff of a stranger and turns to Wade like "Hey.. I think... they have cancer."

For a second, he thinks he's mocking him, but the look of seriousness on his face makes him frown and is like, "Holy shit.. Wait, you can smell cancer?? What are you like a cancer dog?"

"Shut up, im serious."

"Wait for real? Are you sure it's just not old lady perfume?"

"I-i think so...?? ....Should.... should I tell her? Oh man.. how do I tell a stranger that they have a horrible disease?"

Wades is about to make a joke but decides not to, remembering how life ruining it was to sit there and stare at vanessa as the doctor sounded like charlie browns parents.

"... where is it?"

"I don't know. I just.. I think maybe in the top bit? What would I even say? Hey, im a super smelling mutant, and I think you have breast cancer."

".. yes."

"Really?"

"You have to tell her... She'll get scared if I tell her."

So he does. Awkwardly comes up to this woman and explains some bullshit how he was 'born with super smells' and how he believes she might have some form of cancer. That- if she acts early enough- they might be able to beat it.

For some reason, the woman cries and tells him how this would make sense because shes felt sick the last couple of weeks and had no clue why. That she'll make an appointment as soon as possible. "Thank you."

Logan is left with a warm feeling in his chest, and smiles lopsided as she goes about her day.

Wade is left feeling both envious and proud at the same time. No, there wasn't a wolverine to warn him of his sickness, but this doesn't mean they can't help others.

So from then on, sniffing becomes an automatic reflex, sniffing all the kids at the mansion, class by class, every teacher, anyone he possibly can. It breaks his heart when he finds one. Everyone holds their breath, hoping he doesn't, but sometimes he does. He always cries afterward.

You know those drug/ weapon dog searches that schools sometimes have? Yeah that's bassically what happens except he pops a head in, says a quick "clear" and goes to the next room. Its real terrifying when he actually comes into the room and starts walking around.

This being said. If you're sneaking drugs into the school? You better be tight with Mr. Howlett, or he's turning you in to Mrs. Munroe.