#STARTER. ( logan howlett. )

[wolverineden]

ROMANTIC STARTER

The night was cold and quiet, those nights were never Logan’s favorites. It was too quiet for his liking and he began to wish he had something to keep himself distracted from his own thoughts. He sat on the couch, sitting still like a well-trained dog before hearing the door creaking open, his head whizzing around to see who was coming.

[evowolverine]

Logan sits on the roof of the X-Mansion and watches the sunset. He looks tense, his brow furrowed and his lips turned down.

He's been sitting there for a while, the bottle of soda he brought with him empty and discarded next to him.

As the sun dips down behind the hills, the last of the warm daylight dwindling, he sighs. Logan wraps his arms around himself and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Laura... I just... wish I knew where ya went. Hope you're okay."

He opens his eyes again and stares at the horizon.

"Miss ya, kid."

[ontheticktick]

@stilltheworstwolverine - PLOTTED DOMESTIC STARTER

There were PROS AND CONS to sharing a living space with an elderly blind woman.

On one hand, he never had to care about what he LOOKED LIKE around her. That was freeing, seeing as how she had only ever known him AFTER he had done the fusion-dance with FREDDY KREUGER.

On the OTHER HAND, her lack of sight made it so that she could smell a fucking FLY FART IN THE WIND. With that being the case, it was no surprise when she emerged almost immediately from her bedroom when Wade had started to cook breakfast. In her defense, it DID SMELL GOOD.

"Better make enough for an ARMY," Althea recommended, "I worked up an appetite dreamin' about makin' SWEET LOVE to Richard Gere."

"Christ on a CROUTON, are you trying to get all of it to yourself by inducing VOMITING? Nobody needs to think about an OFFICER AND A GENTLEMAN putting a BONE IN YOUR DESERT."

He gave pause then, his brows furrowing as he realized something. Normally, LOGAN was up and at 'em before Al could apply her denture cream. He felt a small pang of curiosity as well as slight WORRY.

Sure, he was constantly wondering when the X-Man was going to wise up and run for the hills, far away from Wade and all of his many issues...but he still held out hope that it wouldn't happen.

He placed a lit over the pan that was cooking the bacon, turning it down to a simmer. "Keep your greedy little fingies OFF of this breakfast, I'm gonna go get Mary Puppins and the man attached to her favorite MUTTON-CHOPS."

With that, Wade moved further into the apartment and headed for the space that Logan had been calling a bedroom for the time being. He stopped at the doorframe and peeked in, knocking on the wall.

"You up, Peanut? Or d'ya need some help? You know I'll always get you up..."

[stcries]

open starter.

"use those puppy dog eyes on me all you want, i ain't budging. i said it once, and i'll say it again, my answer is still NO!"

[xxstxriesfromashxx]

Open Starters

"Get out of here."

He steps in between them and the other, acting as a human shield. Fists tighten, 3 metallic claws approximately a foot in length on each hand pierce through the skin of his knuckles and extend to a sharp point. "Take this as a warning, bub," he says sternly, head tilting from side to side, cracking his neck. "You have one chance to walk away now."

[itsalcngstory]

like for a starter from logan!

[uncannybamf]

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

BIPOC Authors and Fics Masterlist!

Thank you to everyone who submitted so many recommendations to celebrate all the fantastic works of BIPOC writers in the Pedro fandom! Please read, share, and enjoy all of these incredible authors and fics! 🥹 If you have any other writers or fics you want to share, inbox or DM me, so I can keep this as up to date as possible!! Thanks for helping to spread some love 💛

Authors (listed in alphabetical order):

@80ssong A03 masterlist (Joel Miller, Javi G, Frankie Morales)

@artemiseamoon masterlist for PPCU (all Pedro characters)

@cxrsed-angel masterlist for PPCU (Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Reed Richards)

@damneddamsy masterlist for Joel Miller series

@flawssy-227 masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller)

@flightlessangelwings masterlist for all writing (All Pedro characters)

@flordeamatista one-shot: A Sweeter Place (Joel Miller)

@gothcsz materlist for all writing (Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius)

@inclusivepedro-oscarlibrary another source for POC authors!

@joeloverture masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller)

@kedsandtubesocks masterlist for all writing (all Pedro characters)

@kilamonster one-shot: Lola (Javier Peña)

@letsgobarbs one-shot: Joel Miller x Logan Howlett

@liltangerineart masterlist for all writing (Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller)

@lovesbiggerthanpride masterlist for all writing (Javier Peña, Frankie Morales, Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Javi G, Joel Miller)

@megamindsecretlair one-shot: Break My Heart (Javier Peña)

@mostclevermiss one-shot: Sic Simper Tyrannus (Marcus Acacius)

@nerdieforpedro masterlist for all writing (All Pedro characters)

@ovaryacted masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius, Dieter Bravo)

@pedroscurls masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike)

@pedrospatch masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña)

@penvisions masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels, Javi G, Ted Garcia)

@superhoeva masterlist for Frankie Morales series

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@thundermartini masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña)

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Specific Fic Recs (By Character):

Joel Miller

A Sweeter Place by @flordeamatista

Loopholes (series) by @yxtkiwiyxt

Stages of Devotion (series) by @penvisions

Deadfall by @joeloverture

Falling by @damneddamsy

All I Do by @flawssy-227

Butterfly by @stargirlfics

So Much Goddamn Talk by @stargirlfics

Let's Go by @thundermartini

Let Me Show You by @pedroscurls

Javier Peña

Unscripted Desire (series) by @gothcsz

Neighbors (series) by @gothcsz

Lola by @kilamonster

Complicated by @ovaryacted

Lap Dance by @yxtkiwiyxt

Break My Heart by @megamindsecretlair

Touch Tank by @thundermartini

Frankie Morales

Game Changer by @kedsandtubesocks

The Margay (series) by @ohforficsake

Take me Home Tonight by @80ssong

The Realm of Love by @80ssong

Marcus Acacius

Sic Simper Tyrannus by @mostclevermiss

III by @gothcsz

Din Djarin

Healing Pains by @liltangerineart

Dieter Bravo

Fire Starter by @kedsandtubesocks

Dave York

Homecoming by @letsgobarbs

[hells-dragon]

Teddy Bear

Logan Howlett x Fem Reader

I am so obsessed with this man, and there is nothing healthy about it. 🫠

I haven't really written anything in a while. This is also my first time writing for Logan at all. I tried to write for the Deadpool 3 version of him (as I'm obsessed with this one the most), but it might be a little bit ooc 🩷

Logan had just got back from a mission with Wade. Wade burst through the door calling dibs on the shower first. Logan rolls his eyes slightly before plopping down on the couch next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey baby, I take it the mission went well.” You ask placing your bookmark in the book you were just reading before gently chucking it on the coffee table.

“Hey bub, it went alright. Did what we went to do”

“That's great. I made some food earlier if you're hungry. It's not much just a chicken ricey thing my mom used to make for me. It's sort of become a comfort food in a way.”

Logan's eyebrows knitted in confusion “you doing ok darlin?”

“Oh yeah I'm good, don't worry. I was just missing you as well as being a bit bored earlier so I made food.”

“As long as you're ok” he says before kissing your forehead.

“How you doin' Lo?”

“I'm alright sweetheart. Waiting for that shithead to get the fuck out the shower.”

You chuckle softly. “I love when you act like a grumpy teddy bear”

“The fuck you talkin about?”

"Well for starters you are grumpy 99% of the time as well as being very cuddly like a teddy and what can I say. Grumpy old men that are secretly soft teddy bears are my weakness." Tapping his nose softly with your finger.

Logan lets out a huff "I ain't a fuckin teddy bear bub."

"Sure you are." Cupping his cheek, "you're my old man bear."

Logan rolled his eyes, scoffing in a whatever kinda way, before leaning a little into your hand.

A couple minutes go by, and Logan asks after standing up, still holding you. You wrap yourself around him even though you know he won't drop you “Ok I'm gonna get a fuckin drink. You want one?”

“Sure thing Lo.”

[emmcfrxst]

OKAY and what about a happy ending for reader, Logan and Laura??? Like in that one little drabble you wrote her mom!reader somehow resuscitated/healed Logan after he was ‘chest fucked?’ Nobody dies and Mom and Logan get to raise Laura together like normal parents!!!

Cue some happy mommy/daughter headcanons with Logan loving his girls 🩷🩷🩷🩷

the term “chest fucked” made me laugh out loud so thank you for that

one thing you come to learn about laura is that she absolutely LOVES to be the little spoon. she’d never felt particularly cared for (or safe) in her life before she met you and logan, so when you hand her affection on a silver platter she just becomes quite honestly a little obsessed with it. she loves everything about the concept of spooning because it’s easy affection— you can be watching tv or reading in bed with her curled up into your arms, cradling her, and it both makes her feel loved and makes her feel safe because she’s come to associate your touch with pure, unconditional love and support. like i’ve mentioned before, you’ve quite literally began to carry out with the purpose of being her mother, her protector; she knows that no matter what happens, you’ll always, always have her back and that comforts her to no end. she’s very physically affectionate with you, to the point where she feels comfortable initiating physical contact on her own— she knows you won’t refuse or judge her, and she’s been deprived of love for most of her life so having a parent who is willing to hand out love and care like this honestly has made her a little greedy (in a funny, endearing, child-like way. she absolutely adores you and she does not have the words to properly express how much you’ve impacted her life).

affection is a little less easy between logan and laura; they’re both a little awkward with each other— logan because he’s unsure of just how to initiate any kind of physical affection to anyone that isn’t you, and laura because she’s unsure whether or not he would reject her (he wouldn’t. ever. he might grumble about it but it’s just for show. he would never ever dare to reject laura’s affections because he knows just how badly this could affect her; he’s the human embodiment of touch starvation from years of abuse and pain and he’s come to learn just how truly impactful a little love and care can be, that’s something he’s learned from loving you and being loved by you) so the only kind of affection they really partake in at first is through play fighting/bickering. i’ve mentioned this before but laura really brings out the child in logan; he loves to tease her and be playful during their interactions, even if she sometimes gets annoyed with it (it’s the Howlett Poor Anger Management Starter Kit) so he shows his affection through little acts like pinching her cheeks, ruffling her hair or pushing her aside with his hip while they’re helping you out in the kitchen. the playfulness is fully reciprocated, because laura can and will jump on him and basically force him to carry her around the house like a little baby monkey (which is one of the reasons why he affectionately calls her his little monkey, i’ve talked about this specific nickname and the whole carrying thing in the two posts linked in this reply) and the whole frenemies thing they have going on at first really helps them bond and like i’ve said before, also helps two very traumatized people associate touch with something that’s fun, light, and positive. their interactions do end up growing from play fighting/wrestling as a way to express affection to actual, genuine (although tentative) affection in the “usual” way; laura will often rest her head on logan’s arm/shoulder if they’re sitting side by side, and it’s not uncommon for you to see laura’s head resting in logan’s lap while he reads or vice versa— they slowly find something that they’re both comfortable with, and it always makes you a little emotional when you think of how far they’ve come in not only their personal journeys, but also in their shared one. it’s not over-the-top physical displays of affection, but it’s simple and it’s genuine and that’s really what makes this so beautiful to you. logan probably won’t admit it out loud because he’s not particularly good at voicing his feelings (although he’s been actively trying to be better at it for your and laura’s sake), but there’s nothing in the world that he loves more than having you and laura by his side, both literally and figuratively.

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #26

26. Pegging // Edgeplay // Seduction (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

“Not once?”

“No,” says Logan, the timbre of his voice suggesting that Wade had better drop this subject. Wade, being Wade, doesn’t.

“You’ve really never even had one prostate orgasm? Aren’t you like, two hundred years old?”

Logan growls as he drinks his beer. You exchange a look with Wade across the table, brows raising as one. Yeah, you’re pretty surprised too. But then, thinking about it… Logan is usually the one doing the fucking, whether it’s you or Wade, not being fucked. At least not that way.

Hmm. You tap your fingernails on the tabletop, one at a time, drumming with each second which ticks by.

“Do you want to?” you ask, and coming from you, Logan almost snorts beer out of his nose. Wade tries not to light up like this is the best idea he’s ever heard.

He doesn’t say no, though. Instead he narrows his eyes. He’s thinking.

Logan doesn’t approach it again that night - the conversation instead turning to something asinine (Wade’s fault) and lighthearted (yours)… but when the three of you are in bed a couple of days later, and he’s kissing up your neck, Wade’s fingers walking along his spine… he pulls back.

“Who’d do it?” he asks. The two of you immediately know what he means, but Wade can’t help teasing.

“Who’d do what, Peanut?”

Logan growls again and you think he’s going to call off the whole thing, but you tangle your fingers in his hair to get his attention.

“Me, baby. It’d be me. I have something that’s a good starter.”

Wade nods and pats his junk. 

“For sure. If you took all this for your first time, you’d be ripped in half I think, Peanut.”

Logan goes to snap something at Wade but you’ve been waiting for him to say something dumb, so you shove the dildo you’ve fished out of the drawer straight into his mouth to shut him up. It’s only six inches, not the biggest one you own, but a nice introduction for something like this.

“Get that ready, you goddamn nuisance. I need to go find the harness.”

Wade grumbles and removes it with a pop, grabbing the lube and nodding to the closet.

“It’s hanging up on my side, between my shirt that says ‘baby slut’ and my maid outfit,” he states, as easily as if he’s stating the colour of the sky. Logan watches as the two of you move in tandem, getting things ready, his knuckles going white as he grips and releases the bedsheets over and over in anticipation. When Wade slips his fingers in between his legs his growl is only gentle, letting himself be spread and worked open. You can tell from Logan’s face he’s not used to the strange intrusion but he doesn’t mind it, in fact the more Wade moves his fingers in and out of his hole the more relaxed he gets, his mouth falling into a little ‘o’ of pleasure. 

“You okay, big boy?” Wade asks, as you take the readied silicone cock and tuck it into your harness. Logan nods and Wade retreats, allowing you to line up your fake dick with his needy hole.

“Tap out if you need to, it’s okay if you don’t like it,” you say, gently. Logan doesn’t strike you as the kind of man who’ll tap out at all, but you need to let him know he can’t just suffer in silence. You don’t draw attention to the way Wade threads his fingers through Logan’s and Logan squeezes them, a quiet act of support and reassurance.

You push in and Logan throws his head back, heavy cock bobbing up against his happy trail and smearing pre on his stomach. You grin as your hips fit against his. It’s comfortable here, his thighs pressed up against yours, a strange 180 on how you usually are in bed. 

“Feel good, baby?” you fuck him with gentle little movements, nudging the cockhead against that spot inside of him, and he huffs out an enthusiastic breath. Wade reaches over to slowly stroke his cock and Logan jumps like he’s just touched an electric current.

“Fuck…” he growls, slinging an arm over his eyes as his body gets stimulated in a whole new way. You’re glad he trusts the two of you enough to let you do this, help him have new experiences.

“Can you take more?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, baby, okay,” you sigh, and begin to move your hips properly, dragging your cock out to the top and then slamming it back into Logan’s hole. He grunts and huffs with every movement, cock jerking wildly to Wade’s touch.

“Look at you, honey badger! Taking your first pegging like a champ. I’d finished by this point, so I’m impressed that—”

Before he can get to the end of his sentence, Logan comes so hard that it hits Wade in the goddamn face. All you can do is look at the scene with a grin so wide it hurts your face.

“Welp, that’ll be the prostate orgasm,” Wade mutters, gathering the spend off of his face with his fingers and then licking them clean. Logan shoots him a look.

“Stop goddamn talking, Red.”

“Okiedokie. Just this once.”

“Enjoy it?” you ask with a little laugh, pulling out of Logan’s hole. He considers this for a moment as his senses come back.

“Not bad,” he surmises. You and Wade exchange a twinned look of victory.

[wolverineden]

HALLOWEEN RP STARTER

Logan leaned against the stairs as he watched the mansion get ready for their annual Halloween party. He wasn’t a fan of the holidays but seeing the kids all giddy while decorating the house with fake cobwebs and plastic lanterns did bring a smile to his face, if only for a moment. He grabbed his cigar box and pulled out one before noticing a student walking up to him. So much for a smoke break…

“Hey kid, need something?”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

pls more Stanley. public sex with stan. your first time having sex with stan. stan having wet dreams about you. stan's kinks. anything with stan!!

Screen capping this cause I need this for more public sex with Stan / first time / wet dream / kinks

Buuut perhaps you would like some smutty prompts for me to write for these old men

{ or and sexy old man like Joel Miller / Arthur Morgan / Logan Howlett and Billy Butcher }

Soft and sweet Smut prompts.

Smut rp starters.

Smut drabble game

Smut fic prompts.

Small acts of intimacy prompts

[pandapetals]

Camping

You and Logan and the rest of the team go camping. Thank you mooneyloveydovey for the idea.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

"Does everyone have a tent and a partner?" Ororo’s voice carried over the small clearing, where a mix of eager and apprehensive faces stared back at her. A few students nodded while others chattered excitedly or struggled to make sense of the tangled mess that was supposed to be their tent poles.

You stood off to the side with the other professors who had volunteered for the camping trip, arms crossed as you took in the scene. It wasn’t exactly the middle of nowhere—just a hundred yards or so into the woods behind the mansion—but once the sun dipped below the horizon and the starry night sky emerged, it might as well have been. The trees were already casting long shadows over the campsite, and the crisp evening air hinted at the promise of a chilly night.

"I still can’t believe you convinced me to sign up for this," Logan grumbled from beside you, his arms crossed as he watched a couple of kids attempting—-and failing—- to hammer a tent stake into the ground. "I’d rather take on a Sentinel barehanded than try to teach these kids how to set up camp."

You let out a soft laugh, nudging him with your elbow. "I thought camping was your thing, tough guy," you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Isn’t this where you’re supposed to shine? Or do you need me to show you how it’s done?"

Logan shot you a sideways glance, his lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, I can handle camping just fine, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning in a little closer. "But I’ve seen you in a classroom, not the wilderness. You sure you even know which end of the tent pole goes in the ground?"

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "I’ll have you know," you said, your voice dripping with mock seriousness, "I was practically raised in the woods. My dad used to take me camping all the time when I was a kid. I could pitch a tent with one hand tied behind my back."

Logan chuckled, clearly not buying it. "Sure, sweetheart," he said, his tone teasing. "And I suppose you’re an expert at starting campfires, too?"

You didn’t answer right away, just grinned at him before striding over to the pile of camping gear, picking up a bundle of firewood and a small hatchet. With a casual ease, you knelt down and began stacking the wood in a neat little pyramid, expertly laying kindling at the base. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you struck the hatchet against a fire starter, sending sparks dancing into the pile until a small flame caught.

Logan watched with a mixture of amusement and something like grudging admiration—as the fire grew, crackling to life. "Well, I’ll be damned," he muttered, his voice tinged with surprise. "You really do know what you’re doin’."

You shot him a triumphant look as you dusted your hands off. "Told you," you said with a grin. "What, did you think I just sat in libraries my whole life?"

Logan shook his head, still smirking as he walked over to join you by the fire. "Guess you’re full of surprises," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "But don’t get cocky just yet. You still gotta prove you can sleep out here without your fancy mattress."

"Oh, please," you scoffed, rising to your feet and stepping closer to him. "I bet I can rough it better than you. The only question is whether you can survive without complaining all night."

Logan’s eyes gleamed as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "Is that a challenge, darlin’?"

You shrugged, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you tilted your chin. "Depends," you said. "Are you up for it?"

Before he could respond, one of the kids called out, interrupting the moment. "Mr. Howlett! How do you tie this knot again?" The student waved a length of rope in the air, looking completely lost.

Logan groaned, casting a rueful glance your way. "Saved by the kids," he muttered, before turning to the student. "Alright, I’m comin’. Don’t wrap it around your neck, for starters."

As he walked over to help, you found yourself smiling at the way he interacted with the students, gruff but patient, the rough edges of his tone softening just a bit. There was something endearing about it—watching him bark instructions while secretly making sure each kid was okay.

After a while, as the last of the tents finally stood upright—more or less, the students gathered around the campfire you had built, eagerly chattering as Ororo handed out marshmallows and sticks for roasting. You sat beside Logan on a log, and he passed you a marshmallow with a smirk.

"You know," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames, "I didn’t think this trip would be anythin’ special. But it’s kinda nice, ain’t it?"

You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. "Admit it," you teased, "you’re enjoying yourself."

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s not too bad,” he grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You grinned, leaning in closer. “C’mon, just admit I’m a better camper than you," you whispered, your voice soft and warm as the crackle of the fire filled the air between you.

Logan chuckled, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulled you closer. "Not a chance," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble that made your heart skip a beat. "But I guess I can let you think that—for tonight."

You sat there together, surrounded by the glow of the fire and the murmur of the students' laughter, it felt like one of those perfect moments you’d always remember—a night where the stars shone brightly overhead and the two of you, wrapped up in each other, found a little bit of magic in the simplest of things.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

We’ve seen yans adopt reader, but what if reader takes initiative in getting themselves adopted?

Universal Cat Distribution System style.

(I envision this w/a reader who’s more of an animal/feral type mutant but this works with neutral readers too)

Seeing the heroes on TV or even in person whether witnessing an emergency or being actively saved, reader is probably in awe that mutants can be so cool and well loved (by each other at least, people in universe seem to hate them for some reason). They probably get in in their head “oh these guys could love me” and reader is right!

Reader, outside in the rain: hi I’m here to be adopted

Logan, who thought they were the delivery person but isn’t going to turn them away: what are your qualifications?

Reader: well for starters I bite-

Logan ‘I adopt rabid children’ Howlett: say less

n e ways, I love the “Hi, you’re my parent now” trope, especially when pets just decide your house is now theirs. love your content!!

Ahaha! I love it! This is how my cat was adopted! She was so loving and sweet and was a stray kitten we were feeding, and she would comfort we when I cried outside, so when it was raining and cold one day, I was told I could take them inside- so I did! And she is now my sweet bby princess kitty!

Yes, Logan would adopt any Reader who looked sad and pitiful and was partially feral or animalistic. He adopts any teen who needs help, he will fight anything or anyone for them, and will show them to Charles and be like "here's another X-Men, Chuck, now let's feed them and get them a bath-" and no one can say no, because they also fell in love with this teen who has slitted eyes and looks like soggy wet kitten and is fluffy too.

Reader, trying to get adopted: I was bullied for three years of elementary school, I have religious and emotional trauma, I once was emotionally and mentally abused/manipulated by an adult, I am probably queer and/or gender-noncomforming, and I like fluffy jackets and don't have a dad or possibly a mom or any parent at all, or at least not any good ones-

Logan: You're adopted

Reader: Oh, what decided it?

Logan: When I first saw you, but I wasn't leaving you after you mentioned the manipulative adult and the trauma, so, you're our kid now

Reader: All I need is two meals a day, a bath every other day, and somewhere to sleep!

Logan: ... You're getting more than that

Charles: Yes! A new child and X-Men! Welcome, my dear, what is your gift? 😊

Storm: Yes! A friend for my Evan and dearest Kurt and Kitty and Jean and Scott and Rogue! We shall feed you, and shall guide you!

Hank: We can finally give you a check-up! We've been watching you for quite some time now-

Logan, tackling Hank and slapping a hand over his mouth: That is not important! What matters is you're here! Now, let's get inside! We should introduce ourselves...

Reader, oblivious: 🥰💕💛

[leviackermanstoes]

The fall can be greater once at the top.

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS !!!!

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Warnings: Canon divergence.

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I couldn't say I blamed them. They all wanted to know so much, but I had nothing to tell. Logan didn't remember me. He doesn't. And he may never do again. I may never hear him love me or feel his embrace or cook dinner with him ever again. But that's fine it's fine is in Fi it-

FUCK

The dagger hit the wood stump down the middle, splitting it in two with a crunching crack. This wasn't my Logan. He looked like him yes and smelt like him and stared at me like him. But it Wasn't him.

How the fuck was I going to get him back? The early morning sun burst through the foliage with angelic rays of light that illuminated the grass below me. Like logans late night into early morning log runs. He would gather timber and old wood from the mill and bring it home. Would always say he'd turn it into toys for our children.

But he never did.

And we never had any children.

"Hey you!"

Logan. Still dressed in his suit, he marched through the thick ankle length grass toward me, that infamous scowl still printed on his face. Aged. Beautiful.

I cleared my throat "sorry" I stood up quickly "I can go if you'd prefer-"

"No" he interrupted "stay, you were here first I'm only stopping by to have a drink anyways"

Ever so grumpy and always so soft.

"I'm sure your wondering why I'm wearing the same suit as you huh?"

It was a terrible conversation starter. Because of course he wasn't. Why the fuck would he be?

"I was at first. But now I'm just thinking your some kind of fan" i sipped the liquid in his drink.

A fan.

a fan. A fucking fan. He looks at me like a fan. I took a bullet for him. I lost limbs and lost an eye. I kept secrets from my own family to protect Logan. Almost died protecting my own mind from Xavier to keep Logan safe. I killed myself so that Magneto couldn't trace him. Destroyed myself from the inside out for the possibility that it could save Logan. Helped him regain some memories back when he lost them. Stitched him up when he lost the ability to regenerate. Snapped a lot of metal bones back into place. Held him when he had nightmares and snuck out of bed. Trying to not wake him in the middle of the night to stitch the wound his claws had given me so that he wouldn't panic.

I held him in my arms while he died bleeding from the mouth. Choking. Coughing as I sobbed onto his clothing soaking my face in delicate tears of agony.

But what would I know I'm just a fucking fan.

"No. No, I'm no fan. I actually come from another earth like Wade. I'm the first female wolverine to grace the earth in that universe. Feels pretty amazing sometimes"

For a moment, I saw a glint of smile on his lips. "Damn, a female wolverine, huh? So, do I still exist or at all in your universe?"

Oh. Oh yes, does he exist. He's amazing. Oh, Logan, if only I could express it to you. Not even Odin above or any Oracle could give me the power to tell you about my wolverine.

"You do. Infact we know each other"

It was a risk. Fuck it was a massive risk doing this. I felt like I was going to throw up or worse faint. I thought death must be kinder than this.

"We do?" He furrowed his brows "hard to imagine anyone would even fucking look at me in Any other world" he drank his drink again.

"In," I sighed and scratched my head nervously. "In my universe, you're actually my husband"

Logan could have dropped his glass onto metal in a soundproof room, and it would have been quieter than the silence that fell upon the forest as I spoke. He shifted his head slightly.

"Sorry i-"

"No, no, you don't have to be sorry," he chuckled.

He actually chuckled.

"You look like her. My wife. I'm my universe. She's dead. She died saving me. You have her hair, her eyes. Hell, you even fucking smell like her"

He stared at the grass by his feet. I felt his thoughts working in his brain. I felt him try to pick what to say and how to say it. Like the earth was spinning, and he was the only one standing still. I just focused on him. That's all I could do

"I wish just once," he started, "that it could actually be her. Passed the hallucinations and the nightmares and the dreams and the constant agony. I just wish once that whoever is standing up there in the heavens would just let me see her again"

But you are. I'm right here. I'm right fucking here. The woman who died for you in your universe. The woman who saved you and lived in mine. The woman you married and loved and adore.

But of course, it's not actually her. I'm not his me. And he's not my him. It's all just one big agonising dream, isn't it? It's all just a tortuous slow and painful circle that we must endure to live peacefully.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time." he gruffly cleared his throat and walked away.

I should have grabbed his fucking hand.

But I watched him leave.