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imagineinside · 28 days

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Eternal Claws (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader) Chapter 1

A/N (PLEASE READ): Hey guys! This is my first time writing for Wolverine... so please be nice, I am at your mercy lol. This is also an A/O/B fanfic, where the mutants also have a secondary gender that would have developed at the same time as their mutations (this is not the main part of the story though). My intention is for this to be a longer running fanfiction, as well as a verryyyyy slow burn :). If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, then I will also be working on some oneshots soon, which you are more than welcome to give me some ideas to write about! Please let me know your feedback, I sincerely appreciate it!! :D

Summary: At a young age of 16, you find yourself saved from a group of hunters by no other mutant than The Wolverine, who reluctantly becomes your protector during your first heat. As weeks pass and you recover, a complex bond forms between yourself and the powerful mutant who had saved you.

Seven years later, now a confident young woman with refined mutant abilities, you encounter Wolverine again. Despite your growth and newfound strength, old feelings resurface as Wolverine returns from a secretive mission. As you navigate the challenges of your powers and your unspoken connection with him, you must come to terms with your past and the burgeoning feelings that might redefine your future.

Current Applicable Warnings: 18+ (not an explicit story yet, but there are hints of things in the upcoming chapters), canon-typical violence, age gap (like 200+ with a 25 yr old), Alpha!Logan, Omega!Reader, a/o/b universe, more to come.

Word Count: 2,884 we just getting started pookie

It was your unlucky day that The Wolverine was the mutant to find you alone out in the woods.

But it was lucky he got to you before the four hunters found you first, the sour tang of their arousal burning his sensitive nose. When he saw you laying in the fresh layer of snow, your body coated in sweat from your first heat (at least he guessed it was your first by how small and frail you were at the time), and your own honey-sweet scent drifting through the trees, he knew he was already in too deep with you.

“No,” you groaned, pushing against his chest in an attempt to protect yourself. The Wolverine would never admit it, but he actually felt a surge of empathy for the frail thing he held in his arms.

He would definitely give Professor X a piece of his mind for selecting him of all mutants to go on this fetch quest to get you. Of course, there was no way of knowing you were on the brink of heat with a hoard of hungry men after you.

“The snow…” you mumbled as you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt with what little strength you had. You were so precious, your face flushed a bright pink, an image he would never forget. “It’s too hot…”

The Wolverine groaned in frustration as you pushed yourself out of his arms and flopped back on the cold, hard forest floor where the four hunters' dead bodies lay not far from you now. He watched as you slowly made a circle of snow around yourself, most of it melting to the touch with the heat of your body temperature. He had seen this dance too many times to feign ignorance.

“Hey, bub,” he called out as he squatted on a nearby fallen tree, “I need to take you out of here before more charming men come to find you.”

It was as if you didn’t even hear him as you continued your work on the ground, bunching the snow up to help with your heat.

The Wolverine sighed and hung his head, accepting his fate as your caretaker for the next week in the unforgiving Alaskan wild…

* * *

It’s nearly an exact week later by the time you are back to your full senses. And it isn’t alone, either. From behind you there’s a rhythmic breathing and a cold presence sedating the still-burning embers inside you. All your joints are sore and there is still an empty aching from deep inside you, though you do your best not to focus on that specific ache.

In one quick flourish of movement, you quickly grab your shirt that you had at some point ripped off from excess heat and shuffled away from the… beast laying next to you.

“Relax,” the giant man groaned, rolling onto his back, “I was just here to prot-”

Acting on pure instinct, having just woken from a daze, you reached out and slapped him–hard–across the face. Enough to make the man, who is at least a good foot taller than you, stop dead in his tracks.

You watched as the muscles in his jaws flexed over and over before he slowly flicked his eyes back to you, “Fuck you sure got a powerful slap on ya there.”

Catching your breath, you looked around at your surroundings. There were deep gouges in sets of three on the nearby trees, on the ground, markings left in the general area… the smell of a strong male everywhere. “You were protecting me…” you mumbled more to yourself than him, yet he still caught the comment from under your breath.

“Glad you caught on, sweetheart,” he grumbled as he stood and slung on his leather jacket that was laid across a nearby stump. “Listen, I chased you and those four guys,” he said, gesturing with his shoulders to a group of four very dead men on the outskirts of your nest, drawing a gasp from your lips, “through these woods to save your sorry ass. And now I’m going to take you back so I can be done with this mission.”

“I am not going anywhere with you,” you all but growled as you slung on your shirt in as much grace as you could muster with how your legs and arms still felt as if they were made out of Jell-O.

“Uh, yes. You are.” The man insisted, quirking his thick brow at you.

“Listen, whatever you came here for, you obviously got the wrong person–” a sharp pain to the back of your head is the first thing you registered as you were shoved up against a nearby tree at what felt like the speed of light. Despite knowing it’s futile, you fought against the hold he held across your chest, wriggling to be free.

“I’m gonna cut right to the chase. You just presented as a young Omega, which also means you are a mutant. Now I don’t need ya’ to show me what you do or whatever, I don’t really give a fuck, I just need to get you to safety since. That. Was. My. Job.” He growled back at you, spit flying in your face with each punctuation.

He must have watched as the fire in your eyes died out, since his grip loosened and he set you back onto the ground, turning slowly to retrieve the rest of his belongings.

“You’re The Wolverine, aren’t you?” You called out after him, just as you moved to gather the remaining's of your bag’s contents which had been spilled out across the ground–a hairbrush, tampons, two small bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and you’re only reminder of the life you once had before your mutant abilities took it away from you, a picture of you and your brother.

You heard a deep grunt sound off behind you before an even rougher, “I am.”

A shiver ran down your spine at knowing who you were in the presence of… who had taken care of you during your first heat.

“We didn’t,” you cleared your throat as you turned to look at the mutant behind you, “we didn’t… do anything, right?”

“No,” came the quick response as The Wolverine lit a cigar and leaned up against a tree. He must be waiting for you to follow him, most likely. “I don’t find satisfaction in taking advantage of people. Not like those four over there.” He once again gestured towards the four rotting corpses lying face down in the snow.

A gag threatened to spill what little food and water you had ingested over the past week all over the ground.

Heaving your bag over your shoulders, you took a few steps towards your savior–captor?–and began following him through the dense trees, out towards either your salvation or your doom. You weren’t sure which it was going to be yet.

* * *

It ended up being about an hour walk to a beat up old Chevy that was parked on the side of the road. Following your captors lead, you slipped into the passenger seat and watched as the world you knew went by in flashes of snow and trees.

It took another three or four hours–you weren’t really sure how long, since you were in and out of sleep for a lot of it–to reach one of the few airports in Alaska. Along the way, you also learned The Wolverine was taking you to a school for young mutants like yourself, where you could learn more about your abilities and how to use them.

You weren’t sure you really liked the idea of using your powers ever again…

“Does it ever get easier?” You asked quietly with your head resting up against the window as you pulled up to the rental car return.

You heard him pull the parking brake and let out an exasperated sigh. Yeah, well I’m not a huge fan of you either, you wanted to snap at him. “What does?” He asked with a sidelong glare.

“Killing,” you whispered, as if the mere mention of it would bring death upon you. Flashes of your brother's screaming face play behind your eyelids every time you blink.

There was a long beat of silence, so long that you ended up looking over at the driver seat just to make sure he hadn’t gotten out of the car and left you there alone. “No, it doesn’t,” he whispered back.

You grabbed your only belongings and followed after your captor onto the tarmac, where the classiest and sleekest silver plane you have ever seen was waiting for you. If you weren’t so damn terrified of flying, this would probably be one of the coolest moments of your so-far short life. The second you boarded the private jet, The Wolverine beelined for the crystal jar full of some type of whiskey. You mentally gagged at the mere thought of the terrible taste of that amber liquid.

“Want some?” your captor asked as he poured himself a generous quadruple shot.

You shook your head violently as you took a seat towards the front of the plane against the wall, so you had a clear line of sight of the rest of the aircraft. The Wolverine sat on the opposite side of the small cabin. Or maybe he just made it look small with how his head scraped the top of the ceiling, and his broad shoulders were spilling over the seat.

“What will happen to me when I get there?” You dared to ask.

“Professor X will take care of you.” Perhaps he heard how your heartbeat picked up its pace as your hands gripped the armrests tighter, making the leather squeak under your sweaty hands. “Relax, not like that.” The man sighed in frustration as he chugged down his liquor and went for a second glass. “Here’s what will happen. Professor X will give you a chance to go on special mutant-safe inhibitors for your new…” the man flicked his gaze to you, “secondary gender, if you so wish. He’ll ask to see your abilities to see the extent to which we will need to keep you and others around you safe.” Once he finished pouring his glass, he returned to his seat, staring at you from across the cabin.

“There’s no one around me that I care to keep safe anymore, sir.” You whispered to him. “I failed all of them.”

The Wolverine seemed at a loss for words after your admission, instead he simply said, “Best for you to get some rest.”

And flicked off the lights.

* * *

You weren’t necessarily sure what you were expecting, but a giant mansion that looked like it was born for the Old-Money-Rich generation was not it. It felt like your head was on a swivel as you drove towards the complex. You saw people–mutants, like you–out playing in the spacious yard, in the pond, others in the sky. Which made you suddenly jealous of your own powers.

An even greater surprise were the friendly greetings thrown your way, or rather to The Wolverine standing beside you. You knew he was a well-respected mutant, but you thought it was in the way of “don’t cross me and I won’t kill you” way. Not in the, “six year old's love me” type way. Which was very much the case with the way the younger mutants were running up the grisly man and crawling up his legs.

“Not now, alright,” he grumbled as he peeled them one-by-one off his legs and proceeded to guide you towards a large door hidden in an alcove to the right. “Professor X is just through that door.”

He said it in a way that had your alarm bells ringing, and as he turned to walk away you reached out and grabbed his arm without thinking. “Stay.” You demanded, and then thought better of yourself and added, “please.”

You watched the debate go on behind his eyes, but with a deep sigh, it appeared this gentle giant decided to be your protector a little longer. Reaching forward, you balled your hand into a fist to knock. But before you could, a gentleman's voice called from behind the door, “Come in.”

Swallowing, you reached for the handle and strode into a quaint office room. The man who sat behind the desk was not at all what you had expected. You were expecting the monsters… the men who had taken your best friend… You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. “Professor X, I’m–”

“I already know who you are,” the elderly man said, moving a joystick on his wheelchair to maneuver around his desk. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and a curt nod.

“I can sense your unease, but I promise you do not need to hide here. We are mutants, just like you.” The Professor moved his wheelchair further forward, until he was within reaching distance. “I know you have a power that is greatly sought after. May I see?” He asked, and tapped his head.

You quickly pieced it together he must be one of the psychic mutants, and you dully nodded your head. You closed your eyes as he reached forward, his pointer and middle finger coming to rest against your left temple. For a brief moment, you are fearful you will have to relive all the memories he is about to see. But when nothing comes flashing behind your eyelids, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

After a couple moments passed, the Professor dropped his hand and opened his eyes, “I am sorry for the pain you have experienced in your short life so far.”

“I didn’t know at the time…” you began, but a sob threatened to come up your throat.

“You don’t need to talk to me about it, only if you are ready.” You nodded to him in gratitude before he turned back around to grab something from behind his desk. “I believe Logan should have told you about this,” Logan, that must be Wolverine’s real name, you thought to yourself, “but these are inhibitors for your secondary gender which would have presented the same day as your mutation. Please, only take these if you are comfortable. If not, we can make separate arrangements for your safety from other mutants.”

You reached forward and grabbed the small silver tin of round white pills and stuffed them in your bag. “What do you mean for my safety from other mutants?”

Professor X let out a sigh and eyeballed Wolverine–Logan–from over your head, “I see you left some of the harder questions for me to answer.”

“She wasn’t asking these questions to me, Professor,” was the snarky remark Logan bit back.

Professor X began calmly, “Well, you see, other mutants will have also displayed a secondary gender. Most of us are Betas, we do not experience heats or ruts and we are normal for everything but our mutant abilities. However, others are Omegas and Alphas. Omegas, such as yourself, need extra protection such as the inhibitors or being placed in a separate wing from the Alphas. The Alphas may also go on inhibitors, like Logan there, so an Omegas heat will not affect them.”

You shook your head violently, the words becoming jumbled in your mind. “I don’t understand. So I’m some fucked up other breed?”

“You are not ‘fucked up’, you are an additional step to evolution. Omegas are…” the Professor clears his throat, “meant to be very fertile, same with the Alphas.”

“I don’t want this,” You murmured, a single tear sliding down your face before you were able to swipe it away.

“I know,” the Professor replied solemnly, as if he could feel your pain and still-fresh grief. “All I want is to keep you safe.” Your mouth felt like it was running dry, your brain throbbing with all the information. “Now, would you be willing to show me what you can do?”

* * *

You had agreed to show the Professor your ability. He and Logan had taken you out to the courtyard, where a dead and brittle rose plant lay amongst the foliage.

“All I need you to do is revive the rose plant.” The Professor called out to you. Him and the Wolverine had stayed a good few yards away, upon your request. You didn’t need another person standing near you while this happens.

“Surely she can’t revive a dead plant…” came a response from Logan that had you gritting your teeth together. “That would mean she could revive a dead person.”

“With enough power and training,” you heard the Professor reply calmly, “perhaps she could.”

Little do they know, you thought spitefully.

Kneeling down to the ground, you placed one hand on the grass beside your feet, the other reaching upwards towards the rose bush. You let your mind fall somewhere between your burning rage and the feeling of cold serenity. As the flow of life began pouring through your arms, you saw flashes--images--of a younger Professor X. A younger garden. When this rose bush would have still been alive. You saw flashes of a blue girl with red hair and…

You felt your connection snap before your eyes opened, the rose bush now blooming with flowers and life. Revived from its grave.

But underneath you… the ground was withered and dead. The dirt like rough sand to the touch.

Your power. A life for a life.

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Dream Record #2 - Boothill

Synopsis- you meet the cowboy you can't stand while reuniting with your friends.

Tags- fluff, boothill acts like you're best friends while you can't stand him, affectionate boothill

wc- 1.3k

a/n- first boothill fic! i, contrary to how i wrote the reader, love this cowboy. he was my first lim 5* and carries me in game, lol. Again, not experienced with writing, please forgive any errors.

"Nice to see you, ___."

The trailblazer greeted you warmly. You had come to visit your friends on the Astral Express today. Upon entering, you see a gorgeous lady clad in white and a refined older gentleman chatting with who you presumed to be the conductor- you'd heard that Conductor Pom-Pom was a creature similar to a rabbit, nearly stuffed animal-esque, yet seeing such a small and adorable creature piloting a large train came as quite a shock.

"Ah! Is this your friend?" Spoke the lady in white. "It's nice to meet you! My name is Himeko, and this is Welt Yang." She gestured to the man standing next to her.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Miss Himeko and Mr. Yang, I'm ___." You politely greeted the two with a firm handshake. "I recently met the Trailblazer and the other two back on my home planet and thought it would be nice to visit this Astral Express I've heard so much about. It's quite impressive!"

"Of course it's impressive! The Astral Express carries the Nameless, after all!" The conductor stepped forward. Hearing them actually speak sent another shock through your mind.

"...And I suppose you are conductor Pom-Pom?"

"That's right! Why do you sound so confused?! Pom-Pom can easily run a train!"

The rabbit-doll conductor began to tell you off- something you'd later learned to be quite the normal occurrence around here. In the midst of your one-sided squabble, you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

"Well, fudge, guess who's here!"

Boothill casually slung an arm around your shoulder. Of course you just *had* to run into your least favorite cowboy in here of all places. "Ugh, hi, Boothill..." You scoffed, trying to inch out of his iron grip.

"Haha, funny seein' ya here, sweetheart. What brings ya here today?" The steel cowboy inquired.

"Well, I was here to visit my friends on the Astral Express when a certain cowboy decided to show up." You sighed at him, sick and tired of somehow meeting him everywhere you went. "Well fudge, ya don't gotta be so cold! An' here I was, all giddy to see my friend..."

A sharp reply nearly left your lips when you saw three people walking towards you. Finally, the Trailblazer, March 7th, and Dan Heng had finally come to save you...

"Hey, ___, you know him?" March 7th inquired. "Unfortunately, I do." You took the opening to slip away from Boothill, leaving him with a disappointed expression lingering on his face. "I've had the misfortune of seeing this cowboy everywhere I go for the past while, might have been a year or two at this point."

"It seems like you two get along well," Dan Heng interjected. You deadpanned at him, not knowing whether he was serious or not. "We were just talking before you got here, why don't you come sit down?" March offered, trying to alleviate the tension. "Yeah, let's go." The Trailblazer finally spoke, pulling on your arm.

You really thought they were trying to pull you away from Boothill, but no, you got sat next to the "fudging" cowboy. Well, no use running now, you'd just swat him if he tried to pull any punches.

"Soooo, ___, how've you been?"

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Our last stop was the planet of festivities, Penacony..."

It felt like you had been talking for hours when March stood up, stretched, and declared she was going to bed. After all, the Nameless crew- likely just meaning the Trailblazer and March- had an expedition planned for your home planet tomorrow! You bid March farewell, and soon after, Dan Heng went back to his room, leaving only you, the Trailblazer, and Boothill.

"Do you two want some tea or snacks? I have some new tea that I can go fetch..." You wanted to refuse so badly, just so you weren't left alone with this silly excuse for a man that was Boothill. Unfortunately, your stomach demanded otherwise, leaving you two alone in an uncomfortable silence. Boothill was playing some game on his phone while you stared at the wall.

"Hey, ___." Boothill called out in a voice barely above a mumble. You cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was going to ask. "You don't really hate me, do you?"

You'd thought to yourself that you despised this man many times before, so why now were your words getting caught in your throat? Well, you've spent quite a bit of time with him, perhaps he's grown on you. You quietly sighed before answering in a barely audible tone, "No."

Boothill paused before a small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He'd never say it, but he was real happy that someone he quite liked didn't hate his metallic guts. "That's good."

He resumed playing the game on his phone. After a couple minutes passed with no sign of the Trailblazer, you leaned over to watch whatever Boothill was doing on his phone. "Ya interested in this here game? Well, lemme tell ya about it, it's been eatin' up my idle time like no one's business." You listened to him ramble about his new favourite game, somehow decently invested.

"And it'll never kill my phone! I've got a charging port built in and all, so I can charge my phone anytime." ...Would he ever quit yapping? You just listened to him, silently nodding, and after a good five minutes he finally took the hint and shut up, letting you watch him in peace. Seriously, where was the Trailblazer? Had they run into trouble? You decided to send them a text, not wanting to wander anywhere you shouldn't on the express. Perhaps, deep down, you didn't want to leave Boothill's side now, either.

You started to drift off when you felt a cold, hard hand gently grab your shoulder and pull you. Your head landed on Boothill's shoulder, which was not-so-surprisingly a semi-uncomfortable pillow. This time, you didn't smack him. You didn't scold him or jump up. You just laid on his shoulder, occasionally moving to snuggle into his side a bit. He chuckled, stroking your hair.

*Click.*

Of all times the Trailblazer could've shown up. They had taken a picture of you in this state, and to make it worse, March was right behind them.

"Ugh, okay you lovebirds, I regret getting back up." March stormed back to her room, trailblazer standing in the doorway, giggling. You jumped up and ran towards them. "Hey! It's not what it looks like, I can explain..." The Trailblazer only responded with a laugh, placing a bag of chips in your hand and telling you to sleep well for the expedition tomorrow. Resigning to your fate, you turned around and walked back to the couch.

Boothill's hat was jammed in front of his face, leaning down. Guess he was also about to die from embarrassment. You gently removed the hat from his grip, revealing his bright red face. "Hey, give that back, ya little muddle fudger!"

You two managed to forget your embarrassment for the time being and go to sleep. Boothill leaned back,one arm slung around the back of the sofa, the other cradling you as your head rested on his legs. Your sleep, although long and uninterrupted, was plagued with nightmares of your embarrassment.

In the morning, you grabbed your phone, seeing a message notification from earlier that night. The message was an image from the Trailblazer? You opened it, only to see the picture of you dozing off on Boothill's shoulder the previous night, and all your embarassment came flooding back.

Rather than shutting your phone off, you hesitated and saved the image before standing up and smiling at Boothill, watching the latter awaken to shoot that smile right back at you.

*Maybe he could be your favorite cowboy.*

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