#Logan Howlett x female mutant reader

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BABYSITTING GONE WRONG

A/N: I have a long chapter for you. Chapter NINE is up. I have put a lot of things in here. I hope you will enjoy it. Please, be patient with chapter ten. I won't have much time to write it next week. I will try, but I'm not promising it will be finished in a few days.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: I have decided to not give any warnings. Please remember this story is 18+.

Summary: Charles asked Logan and Y/N to babysit the students while the rest of the staff was away for the weekend.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 6200+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Eight

LOGAN HOWLETT - BABYSITTING GONE WRONG

You killed her! It’s your fault! Murderer! You fucking sick freak! I hate you! 

Y/N opened her eyes and caught her breath. It happened again. This week, it was the third nightmare she experienced. Her mother’s face kept appearing in the dream, screaming at her. The voice, even the eyes, haunted her, filled with wrath and hatred. 

She turned to face the clock. It was 7:04 in the morning. Her forehead was sweaty, as well as the rest of her body. This nightmare was worse than before. It felt real. In her dream, Y/N’s mother held her forearm tightly. Even now, the touch on her body burnt. Y/N had to look at her left forearm just to be sure no one was holding her there. Her mind was playing tricks on her. 

When will you stop haunting me? 

The first week of her being a teacher was almost over. So far, it was fun. The classes went smoothly. The students accepted her as a teacher. It turned out the teaching kept her sane. 

After a quick shower and changing clothes, she took her textbooks and headed downstairs to the kitchen. The hallways were empty. However, she could hear the kids from their dorms getting ready. 

When she arrived in the kitchen, she was met with fresh coffee. Some pure soul made a pot of it. She grabbed a mug and poured some into it. This was an ideal way to start a new day. She took a seat on a barstool at the counter. Y/N went through the textbooks to prepare for her first lesson of the day. 

“Well, aren’t ya an early bird,” Logan’s voice startled her. 

Y/N almost choked on her coffee. She coughed a few times, then looked at the man. “If you want to choke me, just use your hand,” she frowned at him. It took her a minute to breathe normally. 

Logan’s lips turned into a devilish smile. “Is that right, princess?” and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Good to know for the future. By the way, why are you up so early? Don’t you have a class at nine?” he changed the topic. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she looked down at the textbooks again. 

Logan walked to the counter and leaned against it. He took a deep breath. He could smell the coconut shampoo radiating from her, even her natural scent. “I heard you, you know? I know you have nightmares, Y/N.” 

“Don’t we all?” she sighed. “It’s nothing. It’ll go away.” 

“You can talk to me, you know?” Logan reached his hand and put it under her chin to lift her head. “You don’t have to face it alone.” 

“Thanks,” her eyes found his. 

Logan heard the sound of the wheelchair. He let go of Y/N’s chin and leaned back. His eyes never left her face, not even when Charles wheeled in, already dressed in a suit. This time, it was grey with a black tie.

“Ah, just the two people I need,” he said, smiling. “I am going to need a favour from you two.” Y/N’s eyes moved to the Professor, and Logan faced him. “As you know, Jean and Scott are still away with Remy and Hank. Bobby asked for a weekend away with Kitty. Kurt is leaving for Germany. I will take Peter, Ororo and Rogue to Washington again.”

“More trouble?” Y/N asked. 

Charles shook his head. “The situation has calmed down a bit. However, I need to find more information about Trask Industries. I believe they are creating a weapon that could potentially destroy us.”  

“Shit,” Logan mumbled. 

“That is why I need you to stay here,” said Charles.

“Ah, you want us to babysit, is that right?” Logan rolled his eyes. “What about Colossus?” 

“He’ll be here with you, of course. I talked to him last night.”  

“When are you leaving?” Y/N asked. 

“This afternoon. We should be back on Sunday.” 

Charles left them alone in the kitchen. Logan turned back to Y/N and raised one brow. “It seems you won’t get rid of me that easily.” 

“I am one lucky gal,” she teased. “So, is this babysitting like it means? We will keep an eye on the kids. We make sure they are in bed at a reasonable hour?” 

“Sounds about right,” Logan nodded. “Don’t plan on having a big party tonight.”

She tilted her head. “Why? You don’t like watching children have some fun? Or is it because my attention is on them, not you?” She stood up and cleaned the mug after she was done. Before she left, she brushed past him. “If you want my attention, just ask.” 

Logan smirked, eyes resting on her back. Slowly, they fell down, checking out her ass per usual. Who would have thought that he would be crushing bad on this woman? He saved her a while back, and now, they had this unspoken thing between them. She was attractive and witty. Y/N brought something into his life. She made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. 

Fuck, he thought and fixed his pants. Suddenly, they felt tighter than before. It was eight in the morning. It was bad timing to have an erection. Logan swiftly left the kitchen and headed back to his room. 

As the day went by, Y/N realised her mind had been preoccupied by a certain someone. The desire that she had was intense. She kept thinking about his eyes, lips, and those hands caressing her body. In a way, it was funny. She was falling for the man who saved her ass. 

My knight in shining armour.

“Miss Y/L/N?” someone said her name. “Are you okay?” It was one of the students asking. 

Y/N blinked a few times. Her mind got quickly lost in a world of daydreaming. “I’m sorry,” she cleared her throat. “I was just thinking about your next assignment,” she said. The collective sigh made her laugh. “Don’t worry. I won’t give you any writing assignments now. However, I want you to read The Great Gatsby by the end of the next week.” 

Some of the boys were annoyed. It was evident that reading was not their favourite activity. There were whispers around the classroom. Y/N frowned at them. “Please, silence. I don’t want to hear another word. You are only reading a book. If you keep complaining to your classmates, I will give you something to write about.” And then everyone silenced. 

The classes with the oldest students were difficult. Their hormones were all over the place, their behaviour was atrocious, and the boys had a problem respecting everyone, even the teacher.

At the end of the school day, Y/N was walking through the hallway when a clothed arm wrapped around her shoulder. It brought her back to reality from her constant daydreaming. She glanced at the person, only to find Rogue grinning. “I’ve heard you and Logan will be babysitting the kids.” 

“With Colossus,” Y/N added. 

“That’s a minor detail,” she chuckled. “You have the perfect opportunity to make a move. You’ll have the night to yourselves.” 

Y/N frowned. “What the hell are you talking about, Ro’?” Y/N knew damn well where she was going with it. And yet she pretended to be dumb. 

“Come on,” Rogue bumped her hip against Y/N’s. “I see how you two behave to each other. Everyone sees that - the teasing, the bantering and shit. In my eyes, you’d be a perfect power couple. I think you should make a move.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. Yes, Logan and Y/N had a playful banter going on. However, she didn’t think he felt anything more towards her. He saved her and gave her a second chance. He kept his promise. That was about it. A man like him would never want a girl like her. They knew each other only for two months. 

“Shouldn’t you be packing for the weekend?” Y/N asked Rogue. She needed to change the topic. “You should take something sexy with you. You’ll be reunited with Remy. You’ll be the one spending a hot, sexy night with your man.” 

The young woman sighed, defeated. “Why can’t you see that he likes you, too?” She had decided to omit that part about Remy.

“Rogue,” Y/N warned her. “I don’t want to talk about it. In fact, there is nothing to talk about. You should pack and get ready.” 

“This isn’t over. We will discuss this once I’m back,” Rogue threatened with a finger. 

Y/N walked up the stairs. She wanted to change her clothes into something more comfortable. The school day was over. There was no need to dress fancy. She thought about practising her forcefields. Y/N got better at creating two separate force fields at the same time. After they saved JJ, where she protected another person for the first time, she knew how to do it whenever she wanted. 

Storm usually practised with her. They tried using lighting to get through the force fields. Luckily, they were resistant. It didn’t even drain Y/N’s energy. It was fascinating.  

Y/N stretched her neck and scratched her nape. There was a foreign feeling lingering somewhere inside her mind. She couldn’t define what it was.

As she passed the second level, she was stopped by Logan again. He grabbed her by the wrist. “We meet again, princess.” 

She made a funny yet annoyed face. “For a princess, you aren’t treating me like one,” she said. “How can I help you, kind sir?” 

“Wanna have a beer with me tonight?” he asked. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be babysitting the kids?” she raised a brow, smirking. “We can’t leave the school and head to the bar. Colossus will kill us.” 

“Rules are meant to be broken,” he made a smug face. “Don’t worry, kid. I have my secret stash here. We can enjoy one after they are in their rooms, asleep.” 

“Secret stash, you say?” That piqued her interest. “Very well. I’ll see you tonight.” 

His eyes followed her as she continued up the stairs. “What are you up to now?” 

She shrugged, thinking. “I don’t know. I might do some training, maybe read a book,” she said. “I’ll see you later, Logan.” 

. . .

Y/N was on edge the whole evening. She didn’t know why. The feeling came gradually. At first, she thought she had forgotten to do something. Then, she observed the students, trying to figure out if they did something wrong. Y/N concluded that the feeling she had signified cautiousness. Otherwise, the time she had spent with the kids was fun. 

They all gathered in a lounge room where they talked and laughed. Colossus joined them. He listened to their stories and amusing memories. Colossus even chimed in about his memories. The kids laughed, which only made him smile. 

Logan kept his distance and observed from afar here and there. He didn’t join the talk, even when he noticed Y/N’s pleading look. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while listening to the shared stories. 

Overall, it was a pleasant Friday evening with the students. By ten in the evening, they were all in their rooms. Y/N walked through the hallways, checking if everyone settled down for the night. Even Colossus headed to bed, saying how exhausted he was. 

Once Y/N was sure everyone was in their room, she headed downstairs into the kitchen. Her neck was sore after the long day. She stretched her head to every side, trying to find relief. When Y/N entered the kitchen, Logan sat behind a counter with two beer bottles. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a white tank top. 

That fucker. 

The man eyed her from head to toe, trying not to stare much. Did she want to kill him with that outfit? She wore denim shorts and a loose T-shirt. “Fucking finally,” said Logan after he cleared his throat. “Were you avoiding me, princess?” he kinked a brow. 

“You think so low of me,” she said and sat on a barstool next to him. “Because you had decided to disappear and Colossus was tired, I had to ensure the students were in their rooms.” She grabbed a bottle. It was cold. Quickly, she pressed it against her neck and moaned a little. 

“You okay?” he asked, taking a swig. 

“I don’t know,” she said. “Something feels off. Also, my neck hurts.” She drank straight from the bottle, enjoying the cold beverage.  

Without thinking, Logan reached for her neck. His fingers pressed into her skin. When he realised what he had done, it was too late. Luckily, Y/N closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. If she were a cat, she’d purr. Her lips were slightly parted. She enjoyed the touch. Once he was done, he asked, “Better?” 

“Damn, I’d hire you as a full-time personal masseuse,” she joked. When she looked at him, her eyes met his. A shiver ran down her spine. “Tell me, what do you do when you are asked to babysit the students?” 

“Before you came, I’d have a drink and head to bed. When Bobby was a student, there were nights when we would talk here in the kitchen. The kids here know what they aren’t allowed to do. When we ask them to remain in rooms, they will listen,” he explained. 

A tiny smile appeared on Y/N’s face. Her eyes moved to the beer bottle, where she scanned the label. “By the way, JJ loves lessons with you,” she changed the topic. “He loves history and says you are awesome.” 

“He said that?” Logan seem surprised. “I like that kid.” 

Y/N pressed two fingers between the bridge of her nose, frowning. A long sigh escaped her lips. “Shit, I can’t figure out what’s wrong today.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Ah,” she leaned against her arms, eyes closed. “Do you have that feeling, somewhere deep inside, when you know that something’s not right?” When Logan confirmed, she continued. “I have had this feeling since this afternoon. My gut is calling to me, screaming something is off.” 

“Is it the students? Have they said anything?” he asked. Logan wanted to help her figure it out. 

She turned her head to look at him again. For a second, her eyes slipped to his lips. “I have crossed out every box in my head,” Y/N’s eyes were back on his. “The students are well. Jerome is happy,” she started to list it all out loud. “I have done everything that was required of me. I don’t know.” 

“I think you are exhausted after this week. You’ve become a teacher. It might have taken a toll on you.” Logan’s voice was softer than usual. “Maybe it is rest that you need.” 

“Maybe,” she said. Once she finished the drink, she stood up and walked to the kitchen counter. “I feel some exhaustion,” Y/N admitted. “I’m not convinced that’s it.” She reached for a glass and filled it with cold water. She faced the man and leaned against the counter when she drank the water. “I feel like something terrible is about to happen,” Y/N admitted. 

Logan was immediately on his feet. He walked to Y/N, scanning her face. “What if you are overly anxious?” he asked carefully. “I believe you need to go to bed and rest. You had an intense week.” 

“What if,” she said suddenly, “something’s heading towards us?” 

His ears perked up at her comment. With a snap of fingers, Logan’s face hardened. “You think something dangerous could be coming our way?” He came closer to the woman, feeling her body heat radiating. 

“Think about it,” Y/N’s eyes locked with his. “Charles took everyone to Washington. At this time, they are all already there. It would take them longer to get back here. It’s just the two of us and Colossus. What if…” she stopped talking. 

A chill ran down Logan’s spine. The thought of them becoming targets again made him tense. In the past, he experienced attacks on school. It wouldn’t be anything new. And yet, it was terrifying. 

“I don’t know,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t want to think negatively and draw something to us. Or I’m just being paranoid.” 

Logan smiled at her reassuringly. He put a hand on her left shoulder. “We’ll be alright. The school has a security system. Once it is triggered, the students know what to do and where to hide. If some sort of attack does occur, we will fight. Until then, let’s try not to worry about these hypothetical scenarios.” 

“You are right,” she sighed for the hundredth time. “My mind is running thousands of miles an hour. Nothing’s going to happen. Let’s just enjoy this evening.” 

A smile appeared on her face. Y/N wanted to say something more, but her mind went blank when she felt Logan’s hand move from her shoulder to her cheek, stroking it gently. His body was closer than usual. For a second, Y/N forgot how to breathe. There was a shift in the air. His gentle touch made her heat rise in her body. She was taken aback by it at all. 

Logan’s touch was tender. His thumb kept stroking her skin lightly. The desire was rising on both sides. Neither of them tried to push away. There was something unspoken between them. It was there for some time. Maybe it was the right time to lean into it and explore.

Y/N thought that he would never feel the same way she did. In her mind, Logan saw her as someone he saved some time ago. But this showed her that he felt the same way. Her breath got caught in her throat. The air vibrated with an intensity of desire. The unspoken words between them became heavier. 

Logan took a step forward. His body pressed lightly against her. His other hand found her waist, where he placed it lightly. It felt right. For some time, this was what he wanted, and now, he was only one move away from getting it.

“Logan,” she whispered, eyes never leaving his face. They moved from his eyes to his lips and back. 

“Y/N,” he whispered back. Her name sounded so beautiful coming from his lips. 

They were a breath away from each other. Neither of them were able to close the gap. It took them a few heartbeats before they both leaned it. This was the sign that they both wanted the same thing. 

They met in the middle, lips pressing in their first kiss. There was no time to test the water. The first kiss was heated - all tongue and teeth. The passion ignited with a fiery intensity. Logan’s body fully pressed against Y/N’s. She could feel his semi-hard erection pressed against her lower belly. 

Logan’s hands explored her body. One hand held her by the neck while the other travelled down to her ass that he squeezed. It made her groan into his mouth, which gave him better access to his tongue to explore her mouth. Y/N’s hands were pressed against his hard chest, gripping the white tank top. 

Suddenly, he grabbed he by the waist and lifted her on the kitchen counter. Logan stepped between her legs, and she instantly wrapped them around his waist. The kiss never ended. They wanted more. Y/N’s hand gripped his hair and pulled on it, making him moan. Her other hands explored his chest and firm abs over that damn piece of clothing. 

They lost themselves in a world of desire. Logan’s mouth left her lips only to explore her neck and collarbones. He couldn’t get enough of her. His right hand slipped under her t-shirt. The feeling of her soft skin was incredible. His fingers caressed the flesh under her breast. 

“Fuck, princess,” he grunted when he caught a breath for a second. His lips were then back on her in another heated make-out session. 

Y/N grabbed his unbuttoned flannel shirt and took it off him. It fell on the floor under his feet. Her mind was filled with his musky scent. She could smell the beer and a faint hint of cigars. However, it only made her want him more. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” he asked with a laugh when he managed to pull away to look at her face. Her lips were a bit swollen from all the kissing.

“You are the one talking,” she said back. “If we want to continue this, I don’t think it’s wise to do it in the kitchen,” she raised a brow. “We don’t need a traumatised kid on our necks.”

Logan laughed at that. And then, his lips were on her again. This time, the kisses got softer. He took his time with each one he pressed against her lips. Their eyes closed. These kisses were different. They were filled with something new. It wasn’t hunger or desire. It was more intimate. As if they tried to tell they cared for each other. 

Y/N’s fingers reached for his big belt. She started to fiddle with it when he stopped her. She raised a brow. Did she cross a line?

The kissing stopped. Logan turned his head to the side and listened. His ears could register sounds that a regular person wouldn’t hear, not even Y/N. His hand gripped her exposed thigh, and he looked into her gorgeous eyes. “Fuck. Helicopters,” he said. 

“What?” she raised her voice, concerned. She turned her head to the window, trying to hear for herself. They were far away.

Logan pushed away from her and walked to the other side of the kitchen. Y/N’s gut warned them. “They knew we’d be here alone this night,” he mumbled under his nose. “It’s a trap!” He pressed a button that was hidden in a strategic place. It was a silent trigger. “Charles built a trigger system in every dorm. This will ensure everyone wakes up and heads to the tunnels.” 

Y/N hopped off the counter. She wanted to ask about it, but there was no time. Logan reached for her hand, which she grabbed, and they left the kitchen running. “Oh no. My gut was right about this,” she groaned. “I called this upon us.” 

When they arrived in the main hallway, they heard the students from the upper levels running around the hallways. Colossus’s deep voice was heard, too. He was giving the instructions to the students.

“There are strategic tunnels that will lead them out of the school and into a secure location,” Logan explained.

Y/N’s heart was beating fast. Finally, she registered the sounds of helicopters nearing the school. She squeezed his hand tightly one more time before letting it go. “So we fight,” she sighed. 

“We fight,” he nodded. “There’s no time to run.” 

They heard the sound of shattering glass. Someone breached in through the windows. Several footsteps were heard around the building. Soldiers. Logan and Y/N shared a look before they separated. 

Logan’s claws were out, ready to kill anyone who dared to approach him. He could heal, and Y/N could protect herself with forcefields. However, he hated they separated. The evening started promising, and it was ruined by some fuckers who had the desire to attack the school. 

Y/N ran outside the main entrance before soldiers could tear down the door. She formed a forcefield around herself to protect her body. She felt how her energy shifted. The shield she had created felt different. When she collided with the first body, the soldier screamed in agonising pain, and he flew away. All the bullets fired at her were absorbed into it. 

When she looked out, she realised at least six military helicopters had flown to the school, filled with soldiers. What the fuck was happening? While she kept herself hidden inside the force field, she created a ball that she threw at a group of soldiers, hurting them. 

Y/N’s eyes noticed the symbol on the helicopters. Trask. Holy mother of god! They wanted mutants, and this was the perfect place to get them. More gunshots were heard from the inside of the school, with Logan’s roaring. She could only imagine the bloodbath happening inside. It was amusing how the evening went from passionate kissing to fighting for their lives. 

More soldiers tried to take her down. Y/N was faster, and the shield got powerful with more determination to finish this. As if it wasn’t enough, it started to rain heavily. No wonder it was a week before Halloween, and autumn was in full mode. 

She didn’t mind the water or the cold air. Her adrenaline kept her warm. More soldiers surrounded her, aiming their guns at her. Y/N kept herself protected with her power, not giving them a window to shoot. It sucked. There were only two of them and dozens of soldiers. 

For a moment, Y/N thought that they would be able to defeat them. But the moment Logan’s painful roaring came from her side, her heart dropped to the ground. At least seven soldiers had him restrained with a collar around his neck. They even put him on a leash so he wouldn’t escape. That damn collar. It took away his power. 

“No,” she gasped. 

“Halt!” someone shouted. All soldiers ceased fire, yet the guns remained ready to shoot. 

The men who captured Logn had brought him down on his knees. The rain soaked through his clothes and hair, and there was a bloody wound on his right shoulder. It wasn’t healing.  

A laugh got her attention. It sounded so familiar that it brought goosebumps to Y/N’s skin. Her eyes widened in shock. The woman turned her head to the voice. She forgot how to breathe. 

“Look who’s crossed my path again,” said the female voice. 

This voice haunted Y/N in her nightmares. She dryly gulped, eyes never leaving the person who approached the front line. “Mother.” 

Logan gasped when he heard Y/N say that. “What the fuck?” he gasped for air. The woman in charge was Y/N’s own mother? What a sick, twisted joke!

The leader of this group was an older woman in her late fifties. She had grey hair pinned in a low bun. She was dressed in a military outfit with a raincoat over it. It protected her uniform from the rain. Why the fuck was she dressed like a soldier? What the fuck was going on? 

Y/N’s head was screaming questions. She was shocked. She forgot to keep herself behind the protective veil. It suddenly disappeared, making her vulnerable. It was painful to see her mother standing with the company that wanted to get rid of mutants. Y/N killed her little sister, the youngest daughter. Of course, her mother would desire to see all mutants burn in hell. 

“Why the fuck are you here?” Y/N spat.

The woman grinned. “I came here to collect you and bring you back to where you belong - the lab.” Her voice was strict. When Y/N made a confused and disgusted face, her mother continued. “Don’t act surprised. I know everything about you. I know what happened to you when you escaped the lab in Salem.” 

“What?” Y/N lowered her voice, confused. How was it possible?

The woman’s eyes moved to Logan. She laughed like a devil. “And we got the animal as well.”

Y/N’s fists clenched. “He’s not an animal,” she growled. “How the fuck do you know everything?” 

“You think I’d let the murderer that killed my baby get away from me? Oh, honey, don’t be naive,” she said darkly. “I had my eyes on you since I joined Trask Industries and discovered that you became a lab rat.” 

Logan was fuming. He tried to pull on the restraints to get away and run to Y/N. Hell, he would kill for her. That only got him a punishment. They pressed a stick to his side, sending shockwaves to his body. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Without his healing ability, he was vulnerable. 

“If you are wondering how I know you’d be here, it’s simple,” Y/N’s mother sang. “I knew you’d get the boy. The scientists in the lab informed me that you got attached to him. Disgusting, considering you like killing children. With that knowledge, we knew you’d try to save him. I must admit, for a moment, we lost faith that you’d show up. We were about to get the boy back to our main facility when you decided to rescue him with that thing,” she pointed at Logan. 

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “No, it doesn’t make sense. How…?” 

“We have eyes everywhere,” the woman said. “I’d do everything to get the child murderer back where she belongs. In a cage, slowly torturing her to death. That is what you deserve.”

“It was an accident,” Y/N’s voice broke. Her insides were shaking. “I’d never hurt her on purpose. She was my sister.”

The older woman scoffed. “Do not speak of her! Don’t you dare talk about my baby girl! Murder is not an accident. I thought that after all these years, you’d be dead - that the experiments would kill you. And here you are, alive at this damn school for mutants. It’s disgusting.” 

Y/N’s nerves were on the verge of exploding. The force fields glitched around her a few times. “You are the disgusting one. You come here to threaten us. Tell me why you are here. What do you want?” Her whole body was shivering. It was the mixture of cold and emotions bubbling inside. The rain didn’t stop. It got heavier. 

“I came here for you, to take you where you belong. I want the little mutants for our experiments to create a weapon that would annihilate you.” The woman’s head snapped to a few soldiers that came out of the building. She frowned at them. They came out empty-handed. “Where are the mutants?” she hissed. 

One soldier saluted. “They are all gone. The school’s empty,” he announced. 

“Shit,” she cursed. “What do you mean gone?” 

“They must have escaped.” 

Y/N exhaled, glad that the children were with Colossus somewhere safe. Now, she needed to ensure Logan would get out of the collar. 

Y/N’s mother rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by the outcome. She had to think about something else. That’s why Y/N had made a decision in her head for her. “Take me and leave him,” she pointed at Logan. “You want me. You can have me.” 

“No!” Logan protested on the wet, muddy ground. Another stick got pressed to his body, and he got zapped again. 

“Oh, honey, that’s not how this works,” she tsked. “You’ll both come with me. I don’t care if you are alive or not. Your body is coming with me back to the lab.” 

There was a radiating energy flowing through Y/N’s body. It was new, unfamiliar. But it felt good. Her left hand flew up where Logan was held. She put a protective veil around him. It then expanded, making all soldiers fly away from his wounded body. They screamed in excruciating pain. Afterwards, the force field never disappeared. 

There was a sound of a gunshot, followed by a stinging pain in her right shoulder. She gasped, cursing loudly. Y/N forgot to protect herself. Her eyes fell down to the wound, seeing a lot of blood. That’s when she noticed a blue and silver hue around the gash. It helped to close the bleeding. That never happened before. Did her mutation evolve? 

Three deep breaths. Three exhales. Y/N’s left hand fell, yet the force field remained around Logan. She kept it on with her mind. Her eyes drifted to her mother. She raised both hands up as a sign of giving up. 

“Drop the shield,” her mother called. 

“No,” she spat back. “You can have me, not Logan. He’ll stay protected until my last breath.” 

“Cuff her!” her mother gave a barking order. 

That’s what Y/N was waiting for. Her ears tried to focus on the other sounds. It was difficult with the pouring rain. The clinging sound of handcuffs and that damn collar was closer to her ear. If they wanted a fight, she would give them one. She used everything she had learnt and decided to use those skills to defend herself. 

The second a man got closer, she punched him straight in the nose with her elbow. She turned around, bringing his head down to hit his face with her knee. Once more shooting started, she created a force field to protect her. Again, all she needed was to use her mind. 

Y/N reached for a shotgun the soldier had. Instead of shooting another man, she smashed him with the gun, using all her power, into his head. He spun in the air and landed face-first in the muddy grass. While being preoccupied with several more soldiers, Logan’s body was still protected. 

He watched her from afar, breathing heavily. He never saw her kick ass like this. Was it inappropriate of him to think it was hot? As much as he wanted to help, all he could do was watch. He lost his ability to take out his claws and to heal. There was nothing he could do now. His eyes glanced at the beautiful force field surrounding his body. This happened to him for the first time. It was mesmerising.

“Blow this place up!” The woman in charge shouted at her men. It seemed she gave up on taking Y/N or Logan with them. She turned on her heel while more soldiers tried to take down Y/N. 

During Y/N’s inattention, when she was focused more on snapping a man’s neck, the shield glitched, and she got shot again. “Fuck!” she screamed. This time, the wound got through her abdomen. It stung for a few seconds until the pain faded away. There was crimson red blood on her T-shirt. 

“Y/N!” Logan screamed her name when he saw the bullet get her. His stopped beating for a moment. 

“Retreat! Retreat!” the soldiers shouted. 

Logan watched as they went back into the helicopters. Some men were lying around, dead. Y/N just got the last soldier who was on her neck. She broke his arms, grabbed his gun and shot him in the head. “Shit,” Logan gasped when he saw that. He never would have expected to see her kill someone like that. Logan managed to sit up and slowly got rid of the handcuffs. He wanted to take down the collar. He fiddled with it, pulling on it. Nothing happened. 

Y/N tried to catch her breath after the fight was done. She turned around to see the helicopters up in the air. “You fucking bitch!” she shouted angrily at her mother. “One day, I will get you and kill you with my bare hands!” The nerves got the best of her. Afterwards, she fell on her knees, tired. The veil around Logan disappeared.

Her whole body was wet. The rain never stopped. She blinked a few times, trying to regain control of her body. When she raised her eyes up, she found one helicopter in the air, facing the school. Her stomach dropped. Blow this place up. 

Two missiles were shot directly at the school. Y/N’s mother gave the order to destroy a place that Y/N started to call home. It was a sanctuary, a second chance for young mutants. Only a monster would want to take that away from them. Then and there, she knew what she had to do. 

With all the energy inside of her, she raised her arms in the air and created the largest force field ever. It spread around her, Logan and stretched up in the air, surrounding the entire complex. It looked like northern lights if they were silver and blue. When the missiles hit the shield, they blew up with such intensity Y/N started to scream from the top of her lungs. She could feel it all. The explosion was massive. The ground underneath her feet shook. 

Blood started to drip out of her nose. It covered her T-shirt and dripped on the grass. She held the shield up until the fire from the explosion eased. Y/N’s started to spin. There was some last energy streaming through her veins. She pushed the force field forward. It hit the closest helicopters, and they got destroyed in the air. More explosions followed. 

It was over. The protective veil disappeared. The school was saved, soldiers were killed, but her mother got away. 

Y/N’s body fell on the wet grass like a rag doll. The blood never stopped coming out of her nose. She drained all her energy. The last thing she saw was the dark sky above her head.

“Y/N!” Logan shouted. “Y/N!” His legs brought her to her unconscious body. He got on his knees and brought her into his arms. He stroked her face with his fingers, observing the blood-covered lips, chin and T-shirt. 

Did he lose her? Was she dead? When he pressed two fingers on her neck where there was a pulse point, he couldn’t feel any. Logan started to panic. “No, no, no,” he repeated, eyes filling his tears. “Come on, princess. Don’t die on me,” he growled. “We have some unfinished business.” And then he felt it. There was a pulse. Her heart was still beating. 

The rain calmed down. The air got colder. Logan remained with Y/N on the grass. His eyes found the bloody spots - one was on her shoulder, the other on the abdomen. His fingers caressed the place on the shoulder. He was shocked to see no wound. How was it possible? There was blood around it.

His eyes noticed a weird movement on her body. He saw her veins radiating as her force field would. No, it was not the veins. It was her skin, glowing. A silver and blueish hue was sparkling around her body. “What the fuck?” he whispered. 

He remembered when he saw her irises change colour. The natural colour was gone. It changed to a silvery one. The same was happening on her skin.

Logan got Y/N into his arms, holding her bridal style. He walked with her into the school, where he could provide her warmth. Also, he would call the rest of the X-men for help. He had to believe Charles already knew what had happened. 

Her gut was warning her. It screamed something was off. And it was right. What Logan didn’t expect to meet Y/N’s fucked up mother, who worked for Trask Industries. They couldn’t predict an attack on the school.

Logan put Y/N’s body on the nearest sofa in the lounge room and sat on the floor. The bleeding wound on his body was painful. He wanted to clean it and patch himself. However, he couldn’t leave her side. Stupid collar. With it on his neck, he wasn’t able to heal. 

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: I'm Not Your Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Pyro, Rogue, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Kelly, and Charles

WC: 2,879

Warnings: Childhood abuse, experiments, mentions of torture, Reader's a mutant, bruises and wounds mentioned, fire mentioned, drugs mentioned, attacks mentioned, teasing, taunting, anxiety, embarrassment, slow burn, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

You were a twenty-five-year-old woman who went through the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a child of six. Your dark terrible past. You lived through it every night in your dark visions. It seemed to never disappear, never leave you, even when you would wake up in total fear; covered in sweat; the images would replay over and over again, haunting you forevermore. You would never feel safe or normal after what you went through.

At the age of three, you found out, along with your parents, that you had teleporting powers. That you were a mutant. Your parents freaked out whenever you would accidently teleport places in your sleep, so they sent you to a testing lab. Your parents abandoned you there when you turned six and it seemed like nothing was improving. Leaving you in the hands of tall, scary scientists, alone and afraid.

For years you were experimented on, some days tortured. Slowly they stopped when they gave you a serum which they received no reaction from you. The serum involved brain enhancements and enhanced healing abilities, and when there was no reaction from you, they grew very frustrated. The scientists then connected tubes and electric wires to your head, sending radioactive and electric signals into your brain, which seemed to cause the serum to activate. You showed many signs of having many mutations of the mind, powers such as telepathy, memory manipulation, memory reading, electricity, and memory wiping. This, though, caused the scientists to move on to the next child and forget about you. Throwing you away into an iron cage, like trash.

You sat there in the corner, your head bruised and your brain pounding against your head in sheer agony. The only sound you could make were muffled whimpers from within the iron bars. Your clothes were tattered and ripped from wearing them for too long and not having showered in months. They smelled like old garbage and urine. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tiredness. Your fingers were covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. A single strand of your hair fell across your face. You reached your hand out with a shaky movement. You touched the lock of hair. It felt coarse and dry. You were trapped there for years, hardly ever getting enough food, which made you weak. You could hardly sleep, laying on the cold concrete floor, with no blanket or pillow to soothe you. There was no way to escape.

Weeks went on and the scientist’s facility went into a crazy haze. Scientists running here and there passed the many rows of caged children. They scrambled to escape as alarms blared and red lights flashed. It has been a while, you were nine, and you could finally control your mind powers, after long years of trying to better yourself. Though, the only thing that you didn't have full control of was your teleportation powers. If you did succeed in honing those powers, you could've escaped. There was loud yelling and some of the other children were crying, but after a while there was silence. No sound or movement was heard, no bleeps of machines or scientists muttering in the next room. Nothing.

You didn't know what to do, but soon a man in a wheelchair wheeled in, other people by his side, quickly they all helped the children out of the cages. You were last to be set free, the man in the wheelchair opened the gate of your cage and held out a hand. You looked at the man, who gave you a kind smile, which you haven't seen in a while. You were scared but curious, and you had this odd feeling that you could trust this man. You grabbed his hand weakly and stepped out of the tight enclosure. Your bare feet touched the floor, flinching from the icy marble, chilling you to your bones. The man then led you to the other children, who were smiling, happy to be free. The children found their new homes with the wheelchair man, who you found out later to be Charles Xavier. You and the saved children were sent to his school for gifted children. Or as he called it, The Mansion.

As the years went by, you were able to graduate from Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Charles then asked you if you wanted to become the new Biology teacher for some of the kids, and you happily agreed. Although you would only be doing it part-time, you loved it nonetheless. When you weren't working, you'd teleport to your cabin in Alaska, a gift from Charles since you had no place to go. You’d stay in the cold land, admiring the snow that you were never allowed to play in as a child, and gazing up at the Northern Lights. When you were working, you would teleport back to the school and stay until you were done teaching the spring semester. You loved your job and loved helping the many children who grew attached to your sweet and caring personality in mere seconds. 

Being the smart person you were, you would sometimes sneakily teleport to the mansion and grab a glass of chocolate milk. You got caught a lot of times, but that didn’t stop you from teleporting and grabbing more. It was fun to teleport back to the mansion and watch as Scott tried to search for cups only to find none. But, you weren't rude, you'd bring back the glasses all clean and shiny once you were done having fun… And when Charles had caught you.

Some time later, some of the children of Charles’s school went on a field trip to a science museum. Which was probably a good and bad idea. Filled with wax figures from the Stone Age and fake dinosaur bones, the museum was a great place for children to learn and have fun doing it. While some of the children were listening to Ororo talk about Neanderthals, a boy named Artie, observed a girl lick her ice cream. The girl looked at him, and Artie smiled back at her. The girl then stuck her tongue out at him and glared. Artie, retaliating, did the same, sticking out his black and pronged tongue. The girl turned away, frightened, stuffing her face into her mother's dress.

“Artie?” Ororo called out to the young boy, the boy in question turning to look up at his teacher. “Not here.” She said, giving a little smile, softly shaking her head.

Not only minutes later did someone call out her name, “Storm?” She turned to see Jean and Scott walking with a group of other kids. “Everything okay?” Jean asked her, and Ororo nodded.

“Yeah. How was the medical exhibit?” She asked Jean, glancing between Jean and Scott.

Jean rolled her eyes, “The kids liked it. Scott was bored.” She answered, looking over to Scott for a second.

“It was boring,” Scott announced, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a small frown on his face.

Ororo did a quick headcount of the kids, freaking out only slightly when she was a few kids off, “Jean, where are the others?” She queried worriedly, turning to them again.

Meanwhile, around the same time, over in the cafeteria, Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro were sitting at a table, talking. They sneaked off from the museum's many exhibits, wanting to rather hang out without the constant gaze of teachers. As they were talking, a voice came out of nowhere and cut their conversation short. “Hey man, can I have a light?” A teenager asked in a snappy tone, his friend standing beside him.

Pyro looked down at his lighter, which was painted to look like a shark, and he flicked it a few times, the fire igniting. “Sorry, can’t help you out, pal.” He replied, closing his lighter, looking at the two teens nonchalantly.

“Why are you being such a jerk, man?” The second teen demanded, clearly ticked off.

“Yeah, why are you being a jerk?” The first teen questioned, the same annoyed tone in his voice, matching his friends as they both glared at the Pyrokinesis teen.

Pyro and Bobby ignored the two teens, going on to discuss if Rogue was having a good time or not when suddenly the second teenager grabbed Pyro’s lighter.

“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, defensively, watching as the teenager handed the lighter to his friend. Pyro stood up and walked to them to get his lighter back, but the second teenager held him back, while the first teenager lit his cigarette. “That’s really funny, bro.” Pyro said maliciously.

The second teenager only smirked, “What are you gonna do?” His friend took a drag of his cigarette, and blew the smog into Pyro’s face. “Suddenly you’re not so tough.” The teenager told, as his friend breathed in from his cigarette.

Pyro looked at the first teenager and winked, causing the cigarette to catch up in flames, fire landing on the teenager’s arm. Many people got up and stepped back, as the teenager tried to put out the flames, and fell down onto a table, causing it to fall over with him. Pyro chuckled a bit, hiding part of his face with his hand as Bobby stretched out his own hand, sending a current of frost toward the teenager on fire; the flame dying down. The teenager stared at both Bobby and Pyro with a panicked look, before the room froze. Everyone was quiet, still as statues, as if they were mannequins or a video paused. Pyro wandered over to Bobby, who looked as startled as the kid who he had saved from Pyro's flames. 

“Bobby, what did you do?” Rogue asked her boyfriend, super perplexed as she looked rapidly around the large cafeteria.

Pyro shook his hand in front of the second teenager, getting no response as Bobby frowned. “I didn’t do this.” He spoke before a person wheeled out of the halted crowd.

“No, I did.” Charles announced, stopping in front of Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro in his wheelchair. “And the next time you feel like showing off, don’t.” The head professor responded, giving the small group a sharp stare.

Before anything else could happen, the TV on the side of the wall began to play, talking about something happening in Washington D.C. Charles, the professors, and the kids watched as the man on the news spoke, “We are here in Washington, where there has been an attack in the oval office in The White House. Details are still coming slowly, all we know is the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants.”

“I think it’s time to leave, professor.” Scott stated as Charles nodded his head.

“I think you’re right.” He replied, watching the TV.

Soon the people in the cafeteria unfroze, and everything turned back to normal. When the two teenagers unfroze, they saw that Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue were gone. People looked around confused and worriedly, wondering what had just happened.

~~~

Over at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, Scott looked out the window and turned to Jean and Charles, his arms crossed. The room was tense with worry and confusion, none of them knowing what exactly they should do about what had happened in Washington. “In my opinion, I think Magneto is behind all this.”

“No, I don’t think so Scott.” Jean stated, looking at him from her place on the sofa.

“While Eric might have organized something like this from prison, for him the gesture is far too… Irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.” Charles responded in his chair.

If people could see Scott's eyes, he'd be rolling them, “You mean superiority.”

“If Eric had his way, yes.” In the background, the TV screen presented photographs of dissidents on both views of the mutant issue.

“You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll re-introduce the Registration Act.” Ororo spoke to Charles, Jean, and Scott, crossing her own arms in discomfort.

Charles frowned, “Or worse.” He stared at the protesters on tv, not really knowing what to think.

“Do you think the mutant was working alone?” Jean then asked after everyone went silent.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do.” Charles answered, finishing their conversation.

~~~

In The White House, in the Oval Office, Stryker emerged to greet Anne Reynolds, his right hand in command. They walked through the outer hallway, which is being repaired from the attack. 

“Mr. Stryker.” Senator Kelly called, adjusting his suit.

Stryker and Anne stopped and turned around to see Senator Kelly. “Senator Kelly, this is Anne Reynolds, my director of special projects.” Stryker introduced the tall woman in a gray suit.

“My pleasure.” Anne shook Kelly’s hand tightly. A little too tightly and a little too long, Kelly noticed.

“Nice grip.” Kelly began, dropping her hand, “Listen, if you’d like to talk further about what you’re planning, I’d be available to offer my assistan-”

Stryker cut him off, “Thanks for the offer, Senator, but everything is already in place.” He smiled eerily, patting him on the shoulder. As Stryker and Anne walked away, Senator Kelly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes flashed yellow.

~~~

In the living room of Charles’s mansion, Rogue sat on the couch next to Bobby, her gloved hand in his. Two boys sat at a table behind the couch, snickering and quietly laughing at the couple, but their laughter died down when the sound of a motorcycle was heard, causing Rogue to jump from her seat with an excited smile on her face. She headed to the front entrance, Bobby following close behind. 

“Logan!” She threw her arms around the Wolverine, who hugged her back.

“Hey Rogue.” She backed up, smiling as Bobby appeared behind her, “Who’s this?” Logan then questioned, looking at Bobby up and down, observing him.

“This is Bobby, he’s-”

Wrapping a hand around her waist protectively, Bobby responded, cutting Rogue off, “Her boyfriend.” Logan and Bobby shook hands, doing so, crackling ice and vapors rose from the handshake, Logan raising an eyebrow at the sort of macho scene. Rogue just rolled her eyes. “They call me Iceman.” Bobby stated.

Logan wasn’t impressed. “Right.” Logan then turned to Rogue. “Boyfriend? So how do you guys..?” His words trailed off as Bobby pulled Rouge closer into his side.

“Well, we’re still working on it.” Bobby answered irritatedly, looking at Rogue and then to Logan.

“Look who’s come back.” Logan turned around to find Ororo, smiling at him as she climbed down the stairs of the mansion. Wearing a white flowy long sleeved shirt, radiant as always. “Just in time.” She finished, walking over to the man and teens. 

“For what?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly as Ororo smiled teasingly.

Her smile widened, “Cause we need a babysitter.” 

“A babysitter?” Logan inquired, looking confused.

Ororo said nothing else about the matter, turning to leave, “Nice to see you again, Logan.”

“Hey, Logan.” A new voice spoke up. Logan turned to the stairs once more, his eyes widening slightly as he watched Jean walk down the stairs that Ororo previously came from. 

“Hi, Jean.” Logan replied, a small fond smile on his face.

“I’m going to… I’m… I’m gonna get the plane ready…” Ororo walked off, knowing she didn’t want to interrupt anything they had going on.

“Hey, well, it was good to meet you.” Bobby quickly stated, before taking Rogue’s hand.

Rouge gave Logan a little wave before being pulled away with Bobby, “Bye, Logan, I’ll see you later.”

Logan then turned back to Jean. “Okay..,” Logan spoke, the awkwardness becoming a bit too much.

“Ororo and I are heading to Boston. We won't be gone long. The Professor wants us to track down a mutant who attacked the President.” Jean explained, as Logan frowned.

“So it was a mutant.” Logan said, confirming his suspicion.

Jean couldn’t help but smile teasingly up at him, “You’ll be here when we get back unless you plan on running off again.”

“I can probably find a few reasons to stick around.” Logan said with a small smirk just before Scott walked into the room.

“Find what you’re looking for, Logan?” Scott asked, also walking down the stairs.

“More or less.” Logan answered, not-so-subtly looking at Jean as she walked over to Scott. 

“I’ll see you, boys, later.” Jean replied, before kissing Scott on the cheek, leaving the room.

“Be safe.” Scott said, worriedly.

She smiled, looking back at Logan, “Bye.” She then left the room and headed to the jet.

“See ya.” Logan called after she left.

There was a moment of silence between Scott and Logan. They just stared at each other, the tension high in the air, as both men were in love with Jean in some way or another.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” Logan asked Scott cockily, tauntingly as Scott stood there, giving Logan a glare, or what probably was a glare; he hands on his hips, “Your bike needs gas.” Logan then declared, throwing Scott’s motorcycle keys to him.

Scott caught his keys but threw them back and Logan caught them skillfully. “Then fill her up.” He replied, before leaving Logan alone again.

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Imagine being the child of Victor Creed and sharing his mutation. One day you meet your uncle. (Part Two)

Part Two has arrived! Featuring troubled family relationships, an asshole, and of course mild violence! This will most likely end up as the last part of this series.

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Warning for explicit language.

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Today was officially shit in Logan’s book.

Charles has him return to the school after he called about the encounter with Sabretooth and his apparent kid, and of course being Charles, he told everyone on the team about them.

Now Summers was being an ass and asking Logan when the family reunion was or if there was a hunting trip planned for the three feral mutants. Logan was thankful and mortified that Remy had stepped to ask Scott if he and Logan were a thing because he kept asking so much.

At least One-eye had shut up.

Logan, I believe we may have some clue to Mr.Creed’s whereabouts. If you would please come up to my office we can discuss more there.

Perfect. Why Charles wanted to find the two, Logan had no idea, but he knew that it was pointless to offer Victor to stay at the school.

Entering Charles’ office, Logan took a seat in one of the chairs at the large desk. Across from him sat a bald man in a wheelchair. You wouldn’t know it from first glance or even several glances but the man was possibly one of the most powerful mutants to exist.

“Thank you for the compliment Logan. Now, through Cerebro I was able to locate your brother. What was troubling was that I was unable to find your (niece/nephew).” Logan was surprised. Charles Xavier, unable to find someone?

“What do you mean Chuck? You can find anyone through that thing. How could you not find one kid?” Charles simply shook his head.

“Sometimes it isn’t that simple. Sometimes a mutant can hide themselves, some have a natural ability to remain undetected, and sometimes there are those who create ways to remain hidden. I don’t believe that y/n is able to do any of these things by themselves.”

“So you think something happened to the kid. Not my problem.” Logan didn’t like the idea of something happening to anyone that young, but it really wasn’t his problem. It was Creed’s problem.

“Even so, Victor Creed’s location was closer to the school than I would prefer. I would like someone to talk to him and see what he wants. I trust you will attempt civility before any fighting.” Xavier knew that the relationship between Logan and Victor was...rough...at the best of times, but he did believe that Logan could talk to Creed.

Logan just sighed, stood up, and headed towards the door.

It seemed he was going to have a talk with his brother.

<—>

Y/n wasn’t quite sure what was going on.

One minute they were walking down the street with their father and the next there was a stinging in their neck. Men with guns came out of nowhere and while they all went after Victor, two of them dragged y/n into a van. At that point y/n could only barely register the sound of gunshots, and Victor yelling.

Now y/n’s head was spinning and they couldn’t move. The lights overhead kept flashing and the occasional voice spoke up but it was mostly unintelligible.

“...tests...the Major...weapon...” Y/n tried to listen for more, but their head hurt so fucking much and sleep sounded so good right now.

“Sleep tight kid. You’re going to need it.”

<—>

Victor was pissed. He was beyond pissed, he was livid.

He had been getting attitude from y/n the past few weeks (damn teenage angst) and on top of that his old boss somehow found a way to track him. Apparently leaving a large amount of bodies in the Canadian wilderness wasn’t enough of a ‘fuck off’.

Him and y/n had been walking down the street and turned down the alley towards the new hideout. Victor hated the city but staying in the woods was getting to obvious. They had only been there for about a week tops. Next thing he knew y/n was hitting the ground and there were about ten men shooting at him. He hadn’t been able to do anything except yell as y/n was shoved in a van and taken away.

Only one man was left alive in the group that attacked him and he was refusing to talk.

“Victor.” Creed turned his head towards the person calling his name. Lo and behold, there was Logan.

“What the hell do you want Jimmy? I’m a bit busy at the moment.”

“Why are you in the city, and where’s the kid?”

Victor was tackling Logan in an instant. The two rolled around on the ground, each taking swipes at the other and trying to pin the other down. Eventually they separated, one on either side of the alleyway. Victor was the first to speak up.

“What the hell do you want with my kid?” He was holding his side while it healed from the large gash Logan had put into it.

“Xavier wanted me to figure out why you two were in the city. I wanted to know where they were so I didn’t get jumped from two sides. Though now I’m guessing the kid is gone and you don’t know where.” Logan sheathed his claws as a sign that he wasn’t going to attack anymore. Victor looked as if he wanted to take another swipe at Logan, but instead he spoke.

“Stryker happened to the kid. I can’t think of anyone else it could have been who took them.”

Logan sucked in a breath. There wasn’t a lot of his memory, but he remembered that William Stryker was bad news for any mutant.

Oh he was going to regret doing this.

“Let me help you then.” Victor chuckled.

“You want to help me? Fine. Help me find Stryker so I can gut him and hang him up on a wall somewhere.”

And off the two brothers went.

<—>

“Wake up kiddo. C’mon, open those eyes. There we go.” Y/n blinked slowly at the person leaning over them. Older man, greying hair, really nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that their hands were strapped down next to them.

“Who the hell are you?” The man gave a small grin.

“My name is Major William Stryker. I’m part of a very important group that your father was a part of. Now, we don’t want to hurt you, so as long as you do what we say, I think we can get along. Do you understand?” Y/n had started looking around after the man gave his name but their face was grabbed and turned towards him now.

“I said, do. You. Understand?” Each word was punctuated with Stryker’s nails digging into their skin. Y/n looked at him and simply smiled. Stryker smiled back.

Until y/n’s teeth bit hard into his hand.

Stryker yelled out and started trying to pull his hand out of y/n’s mouth to no avail. Y/n bit down harder and harder until-

BANG

The gunshot was loud in the room, but y/n was more focused on the pain in their leg than anything else. Stryker backed away next to a young man by the door, holding his injured hand.

“Agent Zero, thank you. Keep an eye on them, I’m getting my hand patched up. I’ll be sending someone in with something for (Ms./Mr.) Creed’s temper.” The gunman nodded and leaned against the wall opposite of y/n as the Major left. The room was silent except for the beeping of machines.

“I used to work with your dad you know.” Y/n glanced over at Zero. He walked over to their side, staying far away from the claws on y/n’s hand.

“He was a real animal. Good at killing people, not much else. I guess you’re just like him aren’t you? Wonder if-“

“Holy hell, if you’re going to monologue then shoot me now cause I don’t wanna hear it.”

Zero just settled back against the wall as a doctor walked in with a syringe on a tray. They prepared it, took y/n’s elbow in hand, and emptied the contents of the syringe into their arm.

The last thing y/n heard before their vision went dark was:

“I really hope they kill you when they’re done with you kid.”

<—>

“This isn’t gonna work.”

“It will if you shut up.”

The two men in the truck drove towards the fenced compound. In the back was a man tied up and gagged. Logan had convinced Victor not to kill his hostage after they interrogated him and instead they were going to drop him off inside the compound where he wouldn’t rat them out.

The hostage, named Bob, was just thinking he should have taken the job with Hydra instead. It would have been better to get punched with a shield than shoved under a backseat.

The brothers miraculously cleared security and parked the truck in a garage. Exiting into a door labeled stairs, Logan dumped the soldier at the top of the stairwell and followed Victor down. The brothers made it to a door labeled ‘staff only’ and entered.

“Hostage said they would be keeping y/n down here somewhere. We find them, kill anyone in our way, and get out. Got it?” Logan nodded.

Victor led the way down a hall. At the end was an light coming from an open door. Logan tapped Victor’s shoulder.

‘Trap?’ He mouthed.

‘Trap.’ Victor mouthed back.

The two entered the room only to be shot at.

<—>

Agent Zero, aka David Maverick North, wasn’t a fan of keeping the kid at the compound. It wasn’t as secure as their other locations and he didn’t like the wooded area outside. Too many places to stage an ambush in his opinion.

But he was getting paid to guard a kid so hopped up on sedatives they could barely twitch a finger, so who was he to complain?

“Agent Zero, come in.”

“This is Zero.”

“We have two men headed your direction. It’s Creed and Howlett. Dispose of them.”

“Copy that.”

Zero aimed his guns at the doorway. The moment he saw the two men enter he opened fire.

<—>

The fight didn’t last long. Zero was a good shot but even he didn’t have a chance against the two mutants, especially when one was in a rage at the thought of his child being treated like a lab rat.

Logan stuck his head out the door to see if anyone was coming after the all of the noise that was just made. Victor went straight to the bed and started unstrapping y/n.

“Hey, hey y/n it’s me. Come on y/n focus on me.”

Logan glanced back into the room. Victor had y/n sitting up, but the kid’s head hung down and they looked like they could only just hold themselves up. Victor was doing most of the supporting.

“Just carry them Victor. We need to get out of here.” Victor nodded and scooped up the teenager. Alarms began blaring as they left the room.

Making their way out of the facility, the three feral mutants fled into the woods.

<—>

Y/n’s body felt like lead. They could barely keep their eyes more than half opened. It was easy to just stay still and sleep.

Suddenly they were sitting up and a voice was talking to them.

“Hey, hey y/n it’s me. Come on y/n focus on me.”

Who the hell was talking to them? Their head hurt too much for this.

“Just carry them Victor. We need to get out of here.”

Were they going somewhere? The teen didn’t care, just relaxed into the arms that were holding them.

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Agent Zero was in the film, and was named David North in the comics. His name later became Maverick so I made it one long name.

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

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One-Shot

James "Logan" Howlett x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,508

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Logan has big OOC energy. I wrote this today. It was a head empty, no thought fic so I am very sorry if it sucks LMFAO it was also not supposed to be more than 1K words but here we are.

AO3: Link

Logan sat on the couch, just barely past, watching the television (more like barely paying attention to it). It was normally peaceful, more often than not, the students and professors actually slept. Save for Logan. The nightmares typically kept him awake, sometimes they were things he remembered, such as the war; sometimes they were things he couldn’t recall, something he assumed to be of his mysterious past. It was truly a sick and twisted joke, not being able to remember who he was. He’s well aware of who he is now, just a man, a mutant, on the path to recovery (if you can call whatever he does with his life recovery). He still considered himself a monster, a murderer, but it was just another little thing Logan had to live with. Coupled with the fear of hurting someone in this new place he called home. Beer would be soothing (unlikely) if it had any effect. The damn healing factor makes it hard to drink problems away and it might actually be for the best.

Rogue was amongst his favorites at the X-Mansion. An innocent girl, simply afraid of herself, and astonishingly determined to find a work around, or a cure, or something to make her feel better. A little practice, ease of anxieties, and the works would help one would think. Time is the only thing, Charles seemed to think he had all the time in the world. She was a stowaway, that’s how he got stuck with her, and Logan didn’t mind at all. Jean was another one of Logan’s favorites. Something about her was just so different than most people. Whether it be her softspoken charm or her sincere nature, perhaps her inner and outer strength. Jean was nearly a friend. Amongst the favorites was another kind mutant; however, she was truly an unexpected favorite. Scott refers to her as Void, most people at the X-Mansion call her that. When she was first mentioned, Logan had no idea they were actually talking about a person – Void was often referenced as “The Void” as in the emptiness of space or general lack of something.

Void is something of a magician – “a street magician,” Bobby had jokingly told Logan the night before she returned. She played her cards just right; she always had an ace up her sleeve. Literally, she gave Logan the ace of hearts when they first officially met. He kept it, of course he kept it, he was intrigued. Logan twirled the ace of hearts between his fingers, he did this when she was absent. Odd for tonight, because she was just in her room (it’s not actually known if she really does stay at the mansion overnight, it’s an assumption based on observation of actions). She always had some kind of disappearing act. Logan was actually captivated by her magician skills; he could never quite grasp how she does her crazy tricks.

“Can’t sleep?” She stood against the archway. “There used to be a door here.” Her eyes traced the door frame.

“Thought you were asleep.” Logan looked up from the ace of hearts.

Void shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the living room. She turned to face the television, presumable to see what Logan had left on, and scrunched her nose at the boring show on the boring channel. “You could always pop a movie in. Might I suggest Event Horizon?” She faced Logan again and held out the movie case. “Sam Neill does a great job in this movie. A bit of science fiction, a bit of horror, but a whole masterpiece.”

“How do you do all those tricks?” Logan asked. Finally.

With a flick of her wrist the movie was gone from her hand. “Practice. I used to want to be a magician, until I learned it was a sham. It broke my heart for about a month. At some point I set my mind to something else. None of those things happened, I’m here instead.” Void walked over to the couch and sat as far away from Logan as she could manage with the couch being a lot smaller than it was when she was a growing up at the X-Mansion.

Logan glanced at her. “Child’s ignorance.” He smiled.

“Ignorance in all capital letters, get it right. Followed by disappointment.” She grinned and turned to face Logan. She pulled her legs onto the couch and pressed her left foot against him to be annoying on purpose. She draped her arm over the back of the couch and scrunched her nose again. This time there was no trace of disgust, but something else. “You always sound so grumpy.” She teased.

“Maybe I am always grumpy.” He said.

“Bullshit. Tell me about something you’re not grumpy about. I’m a nosy girl, so it has to be something no one knows about.” Void stifled her laughter.

Logan blinked. “No.”

She leaned her head against her arm and quickly gave him a thumbs down with her free hand. “Fine. Tell me why the professor thinks you’ve been acting so odd recently. He’s concerned, but only a little bit because you’re a big boy. He thinks something is bothering you, but he doesn’t want to be nosy. Which is shocking because this man has no respect for privacy.”

Logan looked at the beer bottle in his hand and shook his head. “He’s a bit of a dick at times.”

“Correction, massive dick. Like most adults here. Myself included.” She inhaled deeply. “Continue.”

“I have been acting different, yes. I didn’t think it would be noticeable. I have a few things on my mind.” Logan began. “Don’t worry about it.” He cut himself short. So close.

Void relaxed her shoulders and reached over to Logan, pressing her knuckles against his arm. “I won’t push, just know, you big oaf, that you can come talk to me when you’re ready. And if I’m not here when you need to talk, I’m sure you know to call me, right?”

Logan swallowed and looked at her and her unwavering kindness towards him. Flooded by recent memories, Logan could only stare. She wasthere for him, more often than she wasn’t. She has magicked herself into his room immediately after he woke up from another nightmare (her random materialization was no help at all, but at least she was there instantly). She would stay with him all night long. He always seemed to find her on the couch with him when her schedule allowed for it – between teaching these kids magic tricks (Charles considers this good old recreational fun and a course schedule elective) and teaching Astronomy and related subjects, and disappearing into the outside world, somehow, she was always there for him. She always seemed to find new way to disturb his peace childishly. She was childish. She has startled him on multiple occasions at three in the morning to haul his ass outside to view the stars as if they had never seen stars before. He hated it so much that he kept stargazing with her.

“Yeah, I know.” He looked away from her.

She flashed a small smile of concern. “I don’t like when the cool guy isn’t feeling a 100 percent.”

“Oh, so I’m the cool guy now.” He chuckled.

“Always were, dear friend, always were. Don’t tell the other guys, but I lie to them about their worth.” She laughed.

Logan shook his head, stifling his own laughter. “How does everyone not hate you?”

“Easy. I make dessert and if they hate me, they get nothing.” She shrugged her shoulders rather dramatically. “But honestly, I have my favorites. It’s me, I’m my own favorite. You’re a close second.”

“Geez, only a close second?” Logan faked his disappointment. He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re such a wildcard.”

She leaned back and threw her arm over the back of the couch again. “Thanks, I worked really hard to become the wildcard. The damn threats that the Avengers face never expect me, Magneto is occasionally prepared for me. It all comes from not thinking. How can my plan be thwarted if I have no plan?”

Logan sighed; real disappointment settled. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.”

“Thanks, I came up with it on a whim.” She tried to maintain a stoic expression, only to exaggerate her need to laugh. She was funny, and she often laughed at herself. She was quick.

Logan looked anywhere but at her. Childish. “So, you spend your free time with those Avengers? What do you gain from it?”

“A paycheck.” She sighed. “It’s not very fun, once they find the guy they’re looking for, I never have to see them again. Charles thought it would be a good idea for me to go because I have a better chance of not mucking things up. Which is true, no offense, but you and Stark would get along so poorly that everything is jeopardized from the moment you lock eyes with him.” She leaned her head on her arm.

Logan nodded; she was probably right. “I can see that being the case.”

They grew silent, but it was a comfortable silence. Void’s presence was comforting. She was so laidback and collected, but she also worried far more than the average person. She laughed a lot and made everything funny with good intentions. Logan knew that she coped with humor. Sadness, concern for him, anger usually got covered by her humor and childish nature. Logan was told of the one time she lashed out and lost control; she frightened herself and others and, well, a family had to bury their daughter. He didn’t know what caused it, no one did, but he knew that’s why she hid her anger. He thought it was much worse than being angry. Where does that anger go if she’s just hiding it? Doesn’t it just build up? If it doesn’t build up, what is she doing with that anger?

Void shifted and dragged her foot away from him. She rested her head on her knee and kept her eyes on him. She was worried, and she was bad at hiding it (if she was even trying to hide it).

“There is one thing that is eating me.” Logan locked eyes with her. He curled his hand into a fist and clenched his jaw. Something was bothering him – well, more than one something. The nightmares, of course, were bothering him, so was his past, and what Stryker did to him, and there was also a girl. This girl. Void. But bothering him wasn’t what she was doing. He was actually bothered by the fact that he loved her.

Void raised her eyebrows and lifted her head. He had her full attention. “Tell me.”

Instant regret washed over Logan. “There’s this girl–.”

“Is it Jean?”

“Let me finish.” Logan inhaled sharply. “This girl. She means the world to me. She’s very funny, even if I don’t laugh. She’s bright and she always seems to have an answer to something. She’s very kind to me and most other people. I think her kindness towards me is misplaced – something tells me I don’t deserve it. She’s always on the move, whether it’s something for her friends, her family, or me. She’s always doing something. She’s honest, even if the truth sucks, she’ll tell me. Hell, she’s beautiful and so full of life. She’s a horrible liar. She hides behind her humor. Something could bother her, and she’ll joke about it.”

Void smiled. Logan can be a sweetheart, but Void already knew that. “I bet she’s lucky to know you. Do I know her?”

Logan thought for a moment. “She’s never mentioned you.”

She nodded sadly. “So, probably not. Damn, Logan, I don’t think you should be so down on yourself over her. Misplaced kindness? There’s no such thing as misplaced kindness towards you. And she’d be stupid not to feel the same way about you. I mean, come on, do you need me to ask her out for you?”

Logan shook his head. “That won’t be necessary. Can’t risk losing her to you, now, can I?”

Void snorted. “Oh, am I your competition?” She eyed him sadly.

Logan looked away; his smile faded at the glimpse of pain in her eyes. He felt bad for not saying: “Hey, my stupid ass is afraid of rejection, but I think you’re awesome, we should date.” He was talking about her. He was in love with her. He loved her. It was the pain in her eyes from thinking of Logan loving someone else that made it click. She started out just doing as she does because that’s what a good friend would do, she never planned to fall in love (I mean, no one ever plans to fall in love), Logan definitely never planned to fall in love. It actually scared him, seeing that twinge of pain in her eyes. He was afraid of hurting her – physically and mentally and emotionally. He was afraid to lose her to someone better eventually (oh, anxiety, you scamp). He was afraid of her growing tired of him. Even worse, he was hurting her now by avoiding the truth.

“I will give you money if you ask her out.” Void found humor.

Logan licked his top lip. “Don’t.”

Void leaned away from him. “Okay, but you told me about her, now you have to work your magic. I’m the friend that encourages everything, remember?”

“Pushing Scott off of a cliff into the ocean is notencouragement.” Logan chuckled. That was a strange day. There was no real reason that they took a little fieldtrip to the Etretat sea cliff, they just took it. She didn’t really push Scott, more like, she threw him in the ocean right after he said something stupid. Eventually they all ended up in the water somehow…

“Right, but you weren’t going to do it, so I did. He was lucky there was water down there. Otherwise, that would have been awkward.” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Seriously, though, I know you well enough to know that I should encourage something like this. You may not be able to identify your true past, beyond Stryker, but you know who you are in this present moment. Logan, the Wolverine, a X-Man. You might view yourself in a negative light, and if someone like me can understand and see past it, so can she. You’re not defined by what you did, well you are but you aren’t, if that makes sense. You’re not a monster – sure, your kill count might be higher than mine, murderer – but you’re really not a monster. Probably just wildly misunderstood.” She moved again, crisscross with her back against the couch and her eyes on the television.

“Key word there is ‘probably’.”

Void gave a thin-lipped smile. “Oh, you know, not everyone is misunderstood, it’s just a ‘probably’, right? You’ve worked pretty hard to be a functional member of society, Logan, if she can’t see your worth, she’s an idiot. I want you to take that chance, you only live this one life, no matter how long yours is. Don’t be a coward, I’ll start chanting and everyone will know everything.” She bit her bottom lip as her real smile grew.

“No chanting.” Logan pointed at her. “None.”

She put her hands up defensively and looked down and away. “Fine, fine.” She sighed and peered over at Logan. She leaned forward and shrugged her shoulders. “At the end of the day, you have to either go for it, or not go for it. If she’s an idiot, you know where to find me. If she’s not, be gross faraway from here, please. We don’t need another Scott and Jean moment.” She shuddered, disgusted.

Logan laughed, he really laughed at that one. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t torture anyone like that.”

“Thank you.” She slumped back, relieved. “You know no idea how disgusting and annoying it is. They’ve been together for a very long time and, ugh, I need a nice glass of bleach.” Void shook her head.

His shoulders bounced as he laughed. “You really hate them that much?”

“Honestly, I’ve spelt on this couch more times than I care to admit because, before we acquired children, they just went at it, and everyone heard them. This was the safe space. I’ve had mock sleepovers with all of the original members. Oh, to be young again.” She snorted. “Young couples, am I right?”

“They’re not that young anymore.” Logan exhaled, grinning. He paused for a moment, opening his mouth to speak before changing his mind.

“Back on topic, before you say anything, I just want you to know, at the end of the day, I want you to do what’s best for you.” She looked at Logan. “But seriously, don’t be Jean and Scott.”

Logan let out one last chuckle. “I got it. Thank you.”

“Well, how long did it take you to learn that little phrase. ‘Thank you’, say it again.” She smiled smugly.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

She shook her head. “I’m joking.”

“No, I think you’re serious.” Logan pointed at her.

She sighed and looked up. “Whatever you say, big guy.”

“Well, since you’re joking, I guess you don’t want to hear what I have to say.” Logan shrugged his shoulders and looked away from her. She was nosy, she was going to want to know.

Void scooted closer to him with wide eyes. “Tell me.”

Logan looked at her, lips parted. He leaned against her arm. “Let’s put it this way. I appreciate you. A lot. There aren’t many people I can appreciate. And all jokes aside, thank you for everything.” He looked at her, almost unsure of how to really thank her for all she’s done for him. “You’re always there for me. There’s no doubt you’ve seen it all by now.”

“D’aw, you’re such a liar.” She giggled and leaned into him.

Logan snorted. “And you can’t accept what I just said.”

“Alright, alright. You’re welcome for everything.” Void mocked. “Since I don’t ask for much, can I ask you something? It’s kind of weird.”

Logan hesitated. Weird? That’s never a good thing. “Go ahead.” He pulled away from her and glanced at her.

“Would you happen to know how to get over someone? I mean, I’m never going to go after him. I’m sort of afraid to and I’m pretty sure he’s seeing someone anyway. I’d rather spare myself the heartbreak and skip right over to the moving on. It sounds weird because he was never mine to move on from or get over.” She slowly inched away from Logan and back to her side of the couch.

Logan drew his lips into a thin line. “Sounds like you want to skip out on being human. I don’t recommend that. I know you don’t want to feel upset over someone you never got close with, you should let yourself feel these things. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

“Ugh, bastard, using my own spells against me.” She started to slide down the couch. Dramatic. “That’s the exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. You suck at this.”

Logan watched her slide down. “Fine, fine. Do things you love to distract yourself. Go out and view the stars, stargazing, do research on the new space garbage they found, bully Scott for something new. And if all else fails, like you always say, you know where to find me.” He swallowed. It was really now or never.

“Scott’s hair is awful, and I need to tell him.” Void laughed. “I could bully him about that, right?”

“It’s horrible, please tell him.”

She nodded. “I’ll tell him you said it. Besides, Jean cut his hair.”

“That explains why it’s so bad.” Logan chuckled.

Void threw herself back up on the couch and nodded. She was dramatic and childish. The exact opposite of himself. He was a monster, and she was, well, whatever she was. Yikes, she was a telekinetic and a master at sneaking up on people, maybe she had some kind of phasing mutation or portal mutation to help with that. Meanwhile, Logan was an animal. Bone claws coated in metal. Natural born killer. Logan watched her. She kept her eyes on the television. She sat crisscross and played with the sleeves of her – actually, it was his – sweatshirt while she watched the boring show that they both had tuned out in order to talk. That was another thing – she dressed better than him even if she tricked him into giving her his sweatshirt (did she really trick him, or did he just give it to her without a conversation about it? We will truly neverknow). It was now or never. She’s sitting right there. He could easily ask her on a date.

“Get up, let’s go for a walk.” Logan threw himself off the couch and walked into the kitchen. “Beer?”

She looked towards the kitchen. “Not if we’re walking outside past midnight. I don’t care if you’re a big strong man, I know myself, and I’d like to be sober enough to know what the hell goes wrong.”

“You’re so paranoid.” Logan frowned. She had a point though. He also had no idea where they were going to walk to. Were they going to stay by the mansion?

She scoffed. “As if you aren’t, let me get shoes. Unlike you, I don’t wear shoes all damn day.” Void jumped off the couch and disappeared into the shadows of the X-Mansion.

Logan made his way to the front door. He leaned against the wall and waited for her to run up to him or to materialize in front of him. His mind wandered, how on Earth was he going to ask her? How was he so sure this was going to work? He didn’t even peak outside to see if they could see anything tonight. For all Logan knew, it could be cloudy as hell. He shook his head and grumbled about being so stupid and impulsive. Then a new problem came up: what if she says no? Logan, for all he knew, could have just saw what he wanted to when he looked at her.

“Let’s go.” She said.

Logan jumped out of his skin. “What the fuck?”

Void swung the door open and pulled him out of the X-Mansion. She locked the door behind them and threw her lanyard of keys around her neck and slipped it beneath the sweatshirt. She lurched at the cold keys tapping her warm skin, a bad feeling. She jogged down the stairs after Logan and looked up at the sky as she did every time they walked outside at night. Outside of the mansion they could see more than they would in a suburban neighborhood or in the city. But still not as much as one little spot she found in the middle of nowhere. She took him there once, a really bad night. He wasn’t one for stargazing or truly understanding the beauty of it all, but that night he didsee the beauty that is the night sky. That was about a year and a half ago, around that time, maybe even that night, he realized he loved her and all of her crazy childishness. They walked out towards the back of the mansion. The number of times his hand grazed hers was infuriating. He could just hold her hand, drape his arm over her, something “romantic”. But that would be weird considering their conversation earlier.

“Something’s really bothering you.” Void threw herself in front of Logan and grabbed his arms. She tried to shake him, but him and his metal bones just don’t budge all too often. “I’m the one that makes us go for walks or stargazing. Not you. So, what’s bothering you, Logan? If it’s another nightmare, you should tell me. I need to know what’s going on so I can help you.”

Logan looked at her, every inch of her face screamed concerned. “You should worry about yourself more than you worry about me. I know you stay up and wait to see if I need you.”

“One day, I won’t stay up all night to make sure you’re okay, but today isn’t that day.” She smiled sadly. “Wait, how’d you know?”

Logan shrugged. “Just a lucky guess.”

Void yawned into her elbow. “Bullshit.” She grabbed his arm again. “I guess it’s obvious.”

“With all the close calls, I don’t think you should–.”

Void inhaled deeply. “They’re only close calls because I get close. But I know how to avoid getting impaled. Earlier you asked me how I do all my tricks, the answer is wormholes, most of the time. I can create harmless little wormholes and that’s how I keep you from stabbing me. The room is so dark, you’re so panicked, you don’t even see it. That’s how I move around most of the time too” She looked up at Logan and smiled. She was clever.

“Wormholes. Sounds like a space thing.” He couldn’t smile at that. No matter how clever she thought herself to be, she was still risking a lot.

She pressed her head against his chest and shook her head. “You’re so annoying. You’re even more annoying because that girl you were talking about was me, wasn’t it?”

“What gave it away?” He raised an eyebrow.

She smiled and looked up at him, still leaning against him. “Oh, just a lucky guess. You couldn’t say much about they mystery girl without giving away who she was, you’ve pushed the conversation towards me, and you would have thrown me across the yard for leaning against you like this. I know you, Logan.”

“What about this guy of yours?” He asked.

“I may have twisted the story a bit,” she gave a nervous laugh, “because the guy is you.”

Logan loosely wrapped his arms around her. “I should’ve known. You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah, I’m not the moron that fell for it.” Void stuck her tongue out at him. “So, is this a date? Is that why you took me outside?”

Logan looked away. “If you want this to be a date–.”

“It’s a date.” She pulled away from him and dragged him over to the bench. “A very comfortable date.”

They sat on the bench – somehow Logan always ended up on the end and she slid next to him and took his left hand in her right. She couldn’t focus on the stars, instead all she could focus on was Logan – but when doesn’t she? Logan chuckled at her staring, she could be drooling, and he’d still stare back. As if they don’t spend all the time in the world together already, she kept herself pressed against his side. He could live with this, but she won’t change his mind about himself. Maybe she would ease his anxieties. She was clever. She was childish. Logan loved that about her.

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fic compilation - logan howlett (wolverine) x reader

Alright, y’all. I’m doing this for my own organization but I thought it would come in handy for you too. If you have a specific kink or character you’d like to see me compile a list of every fic I can find about them, please let me know and I’ll eventually get around to it. For now, here are some fics featuring Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, x reader, which I’ll keep updating whenever possible.

LAST UPDATED: 25.01.2021

He’s hot and nice and my son set us up, by @77marvelimagines​ - featuring single mom reader, mutant!son, and language

Better, by @astxrwar​ - featuring drinking, swearing, mention of a bullet wound

Nowhere Fast, by @astxrwar​ - featuring mild smut, fix-it fic, and roadtrip romance

First Burn, by yours truly - featuring possessiveness, public sex, exhibitionism kink

Lucky, by yours truly - featuring masturbation (f), oral sex (f) and  playful possessiveness

Nothing Wrong with Being Kinky, by @creedslove​ - featuring a little smut, fights and teasing

Teachers, by @darling-i-read-it​ - featuring a make out session, enemies to lovers trope, and fluff

Not my Daughter you bitch, by @ellana-ravenwood​ - featuring dad!deadpool, lovesick!Wolverine, and mutant!reader

Invisible, by @eurusholmmes​ - featuring pining!reader, jealousy and runaway

Back off, bub, by @harringtonisadingus​ - featuring language, slight violence, and shy!reader

Daddy knows best..., by @holylulusworld​ - featuring breeding kink, size kink, daddy kink

Imagine breaking into Logan’s apartment, by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord​ - featuring a surprised Logan, a surprising reader and protective!Logan

Nearly Lost You There, by @littledarlinwrites​ - featuring songfic, angst and protective!Logan

Unfestive, by @lumifuer​ - featuring christmas, grumpy!Logan, and fluff

Beard Burn, by @magnificence-in-words​ - featuring  smut, oral (female receiving), some good-natured teasing

Body Swap, by @make-me-imagine​ - featuring another part, body swap (obviously, and periods

Short Tickles, by @oreostars​ - featuring short!horny!reader, flirting, and tickle fights

Accidents Happen, by @plus-size-reader​ - featuring plus size reader, accidents and distressed!Logan

Control, by @plus-size-reader​ - featuring plus size reader, Magneto’s daughter reader, and fluff

Hello Time Bomb,  by @random-imagines-blog​ - featuring smut, pining!reader, and jealous!Logan

Turned for the best reason, by @saltiestdemonloves​ - featuring mutant!reader, flirting, and fighting.

Unexpected Buffing, by @thepaperpanda​ - featuring unprotected smut, savior!Logan and bar shenanigans

How Many Times do I Have to Say it?, by @wolfdeamonghoul​ - featuring arguments, love declarations, fluff

What a Tease, by @wolfdeamonghoul​ - featuring teasing, male masturbation, and horny!Logan

If you know of a fic that features voyeurism and that isn’t here, please feel free to send it my way! And if any of the links here becomes broken, please let me know.

If you’re one of the writers featured here and you want to change the little summary I wrote, just send me a DM with the three characteristics you’d like to be acknowledged in the listed fic!

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Requests are open again!!

Read more to see what I will and won’t write

Fandoms I will write for:

MCU, X-Men, BNHA, potentially Arrowverve

Topics I will write:

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Fluff, comfort, angst, potential smut

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R*pe/Noncon, in*est, any bodily fluid fetishes (ex: watersports, scat), major character death, s*lf h*rm / s*icide

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When requesting something specific, please don’t be vague!! Or else I may not write what you want!

Include which character you want, what kind of reader, and a prompt. Add if the relationship is platonic, romantic, sexual, or familial.

For example: “Logan Howlette x F!Mutant!Reader. Could you write something where reader is a mutant who recently discovered her abilities and joins the school? And Logan helps her stay calm throughout this big change. Eventually they end up together. The rest is up to you!!”

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Intimidating

Pairing ↠  Logan Howlett x female!reader Warnings ↠ smut! Unprotected sex! Word Count ↠  2.6k+ Summary ↠ “You come across as, um, a little intimidating.” Author’s note ↠  Since on hiatus, i’ll be redoing my permanent tag list, so let me know if you’d like to get added (pls dm me, don’t reply) main masterlist

You were new to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters except you weren’t exactly a “youngster”. Charles had recently reached out to you and invited you to live at the school and work with the children. He had made the inquiry to attend as a student long ago, back when you were underage, but you had friends you could count on and didn’t think you needed “schooling” and politely declined.

Years had past and all your friends were gone. It wasn’t an easy journey and you found yourself lost and alone. You were so thankful for Charles and happily decided to work with him.

You were new and of course that was always awkward, but soon enough the others began to grow on you. Jean was sweet and you would often find yourself hanging out with her and Scott at night. You three would sit around and drink, Jean would often go off on long tangents about abstract ideas that you and Scott loved. Storm was the one who helped you get settled and showed you how to teach the mutant children. And some of the older students befriend you as well. But you always found yourself avoiding one person, Logan. He was dark and mysterious. He had a temper and wasn’t very inviting. Jean told you he was kinder than he appeared but you still took every chance you could to avoid contact with him.

You woke up from a nightmare, one that was too real to speak aloud. You found yourself making your way to the kitchen. You did this often when you couldn’t sleep and occasionally you’d bump into a student or two, and even once you bumped into Charles, but who you saw tonight caught you off guard.

Logan was sitting at the counter, a beer next to him, his eyes closed. You slightly jumped when you spotted him, your quiet squeal grabbing his attention and he opened his eyes.

“Oh- uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- didn’t mean to disturb you.” You fumbled with your words.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “You’re not disturbing me.” He said matter-of-factly.

You stood there staring at him, not sure on what to do next. Do you slowly back away and book it to your room? Do you pretend like you never saw him and grab a snack? Do you try to engage in conversation?

He smiled, snapping you out of your escape ideas, “I’m not going to bite,” a small chuckled escaped his raspy late night voice.

Your body slightly relaxed and you gave a forced smiled. You made your way to the fridge, looking for something to grab that way you could make your way back to your room.

“How come we’ve never talked?” He asked abruptly.

You grabbed a can of soda and turned around, closing the fridge with your foot as you did.

“I don’t know. We just never crossed paths.”

He laughed, “We’ve crossed paths plenty of times, you just always run out of the room.”

You blushed, embarrassed that he noticed. “Uh- I guess you come across as, um, a little intimidating.” You muttered quietly.

Logan almost looked hurt at you words. His hand tightened around his drink and he furrowed his eyebrows, “Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to tell me that,” he said as he tilted his drink back and took a big gulp. 

He was looking directly at you now across the table. You saw the hurt in his eyes, something you never expected to see when you finally came face to face with him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, kid. I think I’ve just had too much to drink.” 

You studied him, the way he was sitting across from you gave you a warm feeling that you didn’t know how to describe. It was like looking at someone who could crush you at any moment, but up close, his fierce demeanor slipped away and you felt safe. Like the way a rushing river could pull you under with no remorse, but the calm sounds and glimmering water made you feel at home.

Logan pushed himself up and tossed his beer bottle in the bin. “See ya around,” He spoke to you as he headed towards the hall. He paused, “Unless you’re still gonna run for the hills every time I come your way.” He smiled, a faint sparkle gleaming in his eyes. 

You smiled back, your heart speeding up, and he walked away. 

Over the next few weeks you and Logan gradually became friends. He would often say funny remarks under his breath near you and would catch you giggling. He finally had stopped you in the hall after a meeting, “I’m glad you’re not so bothered by me anymore.” You turned towards him, alone in the hall aside from the two of you.

“Yeah, well I smartened up and realized you weren’t so tough.” You smirked.

He pretended to be hurt, “You have a cheeky side, I see.” His words made you blush.

From then on, Logan would find you at dinner or when he got back from missions and would spend time with you. You warmed up to him and realized he was someone you could count on. You’d often laze around the living space together when everyone was in bed, or take walks in the courtyard, teasing each other as you did.

Late one evening, Logan sat on his bed reading and you laid across his floor with pillows beneath you as you tried to come up with a study plan for some of the students you were teaching.

“Ugh, I can’t figure this out.” You sighed, frustrated with how hard it was to help other people with totally different powers from you.

Logan stood up, placing his book on his nightstand, walked over to you, and collapsed on the pillows beside you. “You’ve been at this for hours, I think you need a break. A fresh look at it will do wonders.”

“Maybe you’re right,” You mumbled, sitting up.

You didn’t realized how close Logan was to you until you were sitting up on your knees, your face mere inches away. You held your position, a bit startled, his eyes analyzing you. The sudden reality of your close proximity made you clear your throat and stand up.

You heart was racing and you felt your cheeks go red. Logan often did this to you: his sweet comments, or cheeky remarks made you blush. You found yourself becoming attracted to him but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. And to be quiet honest, the though of being with someone like him made you trembled. You may have gotten more relaxed around him, and even befriended him, but he still intimidated you.

“I should go,” you started, grabbing your papers off the floor, “it’s getting late.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, standing up and catching your hand as you made your way to the door, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, no, it’s not you.” You shrugged awkwardly. He let go of your hand as you faced him, his eyes trying to read your face. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you mumbled, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

Logan almost couldn’t hear you but the way his heart quickened meant he certainly heard every word. “Y/N...” He said, his voice much quieter than before. You looked up at him, your cheeks red-hot in embarrassment that you said that out loud.You expected to have an awkward Logan peering at you, about to let you down gently, telling you he’s not interested in you that way, but instead you were met with his lips.

Startled at how quickly everything was happening, you felt his arms grace your hips. His mouth moved against yours, your body heating up. He pulled away abruptly, “I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes looking into yours, trying to decipher if this is what you wanted.

“No- don’t be,” You bit your lip looking up at him, his hands still on your hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You paused for a moment to think, then shook your head. Without wasting time Logan attached himself to you again. You had never been kissed like this and you felt like your chest was bound to explode. His hands snaked their way to your back and he pulled you up against him. You moved your hands up to run through his hair. His large stature was leaning down to reach you so you didn’t have to go on your tip toes.

He pushed you up against the door, your legs straddling one of his. His began to place soft kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You let out a moan. Logan quickly pulled away and you were immediately embarrassed at the unconscious sound you made.

“I’m not going to be able to stop myself if you keep doing that, so tell me if you want us to stop. I don’t want to rush this,” his voice was hoarse and out of breath. You felt chills form over your entire body.

“To stop now would be cruel,” you voice was quiet and out of breath. He took your consent and picked you up, his lips connecting to yours and walked you both over to his bed.

He set you down on both your knees making you perfectly inline with himself. His hand went behind your head and deepened the kiss. You felt him press up against you and he groaned. You felt him hardened beneath you which caused your insides to warm up at your core.

Your body felt red hot, your fingers slightly trembling as you gripped his hip. He traced the hem of your shirt and gently tugged at it. You pulled away and lifted your arms up allowing him to remove it from your chest.

Out of breath, Logan admired you. He could feel himself panting like a dog. You blushed slightly as he remained looking you up and down, a hard contrast to when he was just all over you. “You’re so beautiful,” the words were quiet and you felt a smile form on your lips. He took another moment to take you in before he ripped his own shirt off.

You swallowed hard looking at his extremely toned chest. Logan slowly reach up and grabbed at the seam of your pajama shorts. He kissed your neck as he tugged your shorts down. You did the rest, kicking them off your ankles. His hands traced down your curves and he placed a delicate kiss on your collar bone. You felt goosebumps form on your bare skin, so surprised at his loving demeanor. Logan could go from rough and hot, to gentle and slow. You didn’t expect someone like him to be like this.

He gently pushed you onto your back, watching you as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. You gulped as he climbed onto the bed and between your legs, his body against yours as his warm lips made contact with you again. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, a slight moan forming in the back of your throat.

You fumbled with your bra straps, trying to tear them off. You were getting frustrated, still kissing Logan while trying to remove this restricting clothing. He pulled away, “I got it,” he mumbled softly. You sighed in defeat as he slid his hands under your back making you arch and unbuckled the strap. He pulled it from you and his eyes got dark. His hands came up to roam your chest and then left wet kisses along your breast. You groaned when his mouth wrapped around your bud.

He sat up, slightly nipping you as he did, “I want to make you make those sounds forever.” You felt a shiver swim over you.

Logan slid his underwear down his tanned thighs exposing himself fully to you. He still hovered above you, your hair sprawled out on the bed and he tried to take this moment completely in. His rough hand slid along your thigh and brushed over your underwear. You bit your lip. Logan continued to rub between your legs, your insides twisting as you tried to stay still for him. You were already dripping for him, you both knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Logan, please...” you said out of breath. He smirked and slid your panties down and threw them behind you. He planted a kiss right below your belly button then slowly made his way up to your face. You grabbed his hair in your hands as his soft lips collided with your neck once again. 

“Are you ready?” He asked you, barely above a whisper. 

You nodded and Logan lined himself up with you and gently pushed himself it. It was hot, like fire, for a moment as he filled you up. Your hands gripped his back, sure to leave marks. He let out a loud grunt when he bottomed out, your eyes closed, squirming beneath him as he held himself there. You grew impatient, his lips kissing your jaw lightly. You hips bucked up slightly, trying to get him to move and you moaned out breathlessly. 

Logan’s eyes shifted to darkness immediately began to pull back out, your breath getting hitched in your throat. Before you could take a moment, he slammed back into you, both of you groaning. He continued, pulling himself out then slamming into you, the bed creaking as he did. “Fucking hell” Logan breathlessly moaned. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him in deeper with every thrust. 

“Tell me how you feel,” He commanded in a husky tone. 

Your lips were parted, your hair sprawled out behind you, you were certain your cheeks were bright red and you tried to muster words out, “So- uh- fucking- good!” You moaned. 

Logan let a trail of swears pool out of his mouth and then he reached down and left a needy kiss on your already red and swollen lips. Logan grabbed you hips, his fingers digging into your skin as his quickened his pace. You were getting close already and you tightly wrapped your fingers in Logan’s hair, your other hand clenching the bed sheets. Logan’s bed frame began hitting the wall with every pump inside of you. 

“Fucking hell-” He moaned out. Logan had imagined this moment before, the way you’d lay beautifully beneath him as he pleasured you to no end. He was losing it quicker than usual, your moans pulling him to the edge quickly. Logan reached a hand down between your legs and began to circle your clit. Little squeals began to leave your parted lips, your body squirming beneath him. He felt your walls tighten around his dick and he couldn’t hold it much longer. “Jesus, Y/N, I’m gonna- ugh, fuck-” and with that, you felt yourself go over the edge, Logan’s eyes locking with yours as you both loudly moaned. He continued to move in and out of you to elongate the feeling of ecstasy. 

Your legs and arms trailed his back, not being able to hold still as Logan spilled himself into you, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He was still muttering swears as he slowed down, the high reaching a peacefully after-bliss. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. After a moment he rolled on the bed next to you, a large grin on his face making you blush. He pulled you close to him, your head resting beside him as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “That was better than I could have ever dreamed.”

“Oh, so you’ve dreamed about this before?” You asked, wiggling an eyebrow. Logan just smiled at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t believe you were ever afraid of this man. 

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Imagine: Don’t Hide.

Requested by atadofrad. Includes: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader Request: * Can I get a fem!reader x Logan where the reader is a mutant who is a new teacher at the school. She can transform into a bobcat as her mutation but her ears and tail stays when she turns back human. She is very insecure about her ears and tail but Logan starts to flirt with her and tells her that she is beautiful with them and they end up dating and its just super cute?? Ability: Shapeshifting-Ability to transform and reshape the form of one's body

Note: written from Logan's perspective, I think I've done this kind of perspective before in a different imagine, maybe on my other account, but I just wanted to switch it up a bit

I CAN'T END THESE IMAGINES TO SAVE MY LIFE AHHHHH

Also, hello, I'm momentarily back from my hiatus (?), I'm not sure if that is what it is called, but I'm back for a little while. University and my anxiety just got the better of me, hope you can understand :)

    Even from across the room, Logan could see that you were trying your best to hide it. The pink flush across your cheeks and the tip of your nose was a dead giveaway that you were hyper-aware that people could see you stand out like a sore thumb, even in a room full of other mutants, and that there was nothing you could do about it. He had been, previously, in a conversation between Hank and someone else who worked as a teacher at the school—but Logan never made the effort to remember who, exactly. He couldn't help but watch you. There was a faint tug at the corner of his lips as he noted how your ears would twitch or turn sharply when there was a sudden loudness in another area of the room, or when your tail would swish sharply and your hand would quickly move to grab it, stopping it from moving and catching anyone's attention—because, of course, you didn't want any attention on yourself at any possible moment. Logan couldn't help but wonder if you had thought that perhaps invisibility would have been a better mutation than the one you had, but, he, of course, thought that your mutation couldn't have been any better.

    There was a short opening given to him to approach you when the person you had been talking to had gone off to get themselves a drink. Without saying anything to Hank or the other teacher, his feet started to move towards you, like the two of you were magnets, attracting one another. He made a beeline towards you, not making an effort to apologise to others when his shoulders or elbows knocked into them. As he walked towards you, he could see that your eyes quickly darted to one of the doors that could be used as an exit, so, he picked up his pace to get to you before you could have the chance to leave and get away. Your hand let go of your tail and you placed your own drink cup on the table behind yourself, your body had turned, getting ready to take the first steps towards freedom, but Logan managed to get to you on time, preventing that from happening.

    "So," Logan spoke up, catching your attention away from the exit, "you're the new teacher." It wasn't a question.

    "Mhmm," you replied with a quiet hum, nodding your head faintly as you looked over at him.

    "You look like you want to get out of here."

    You blinked at his bluntness and cleared your throat. "I, um—"

    "I'll walk you out. That way, no one will try to stop you to have a chat."

    With a short nod from yourself, Logan began to make his way through the crowd of teachers, with you following closely behind. No one really paid much attention to the two of you as he pushed open the door to the hallway and stepped out, holding it open just long enough for you to slip out and move over to the other side of the hallway. He watched as your tail flicked quickly and your hand moved to grab it again, keeping your gaze down to the ground, rather than making eye contact with him, as you turned your body slightly towards him, but still not enough to seem like you really wanted to talk to him.

    "So—"

    "I-I have to go, excuse me," you sputtered out nervously before quickly making your way down the hallway and turning a sharp corner. Logan knew that you were most likely going to your office or your room, which was somewhere in the large mansion, but he made no effort to stop you. Instead, he made a mental note to find you sometime later to continue the slightly one-sided conversation with you, even if it took him weeks to find you again in such a crowded building.

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    The second time Logan saw you; he had caught a glimpse of your smiling face as you showed a student out of your office, waving them off before you closed your office door. A smirk rose to his lips, knowing that he had found you and your office all at once. After straightening his back and rolling his shoulders, and hearing them crack as he psyched himself up, he breathed in and made his way to your office door, knocking three times without hesitation. From inside, he could hear you call out, asking for whoever was at the door to wait a moment, before papers were shuffled and placed on your desk and the fabric of your shirt was smoothed down—which, of course, wouldn't have been audible to anyone else, but Logan was straining his ears to hear you. When you opened the door, a soft, warm, and welcoming smile had already tugged at the corners of your lips, as if you were expecting a student. He saw a slight flash of shock and confusion on your face before your cheeks grew warmer and your 'confident' demeanour shrunk back in on itself, leaving you to slightly cave in on yourself, once you saw that it was him.

    "Mr. Howlett," you spoke softly, shaking your head lightly as you tried to form your sentence, "I wasn't—"

    "Expecting me? Yeah, I know," he cleared his voice quickly, hearing how rough he sounded when that wasn't what he wanted, especially if he was trying to make a good impression on you. "And you can call me Logan, I prefer it."

    "Oh, right, of course." You nodded in response, noticing a few of the students who hung around in the hallway turned and looked at the two of you, trying to be discrete as they tried listening in and figuring out what Logan was doing, talking to their favourite counsellor. "Oh, um, w-would you like to come in?" You looked up at Logan, watching as he raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the students—who looked away almost immediately—before turning back to you, nodding.

    "Sure."

    The door wasn't opened that much more before he slipped in and took initiative to close it behind himself. He heard you quickly inhale, despite trying to hide it from him, and his gaze followed you as you made your way around your desk, fixing your papers again, ears slightly twitching. "Was there something I could do for you?"

    There was something about your voice that made Logan relax, and despite knowing that you wouldn't talk much to him, or anyone that wasn't a student in need, he knew he would try to do anything to hear you talk for longer. "Just wanted to say hello," he replied, internally swearing at himself for that response.

    "Oh, really?" He noted that you sounded surprised.

    With a nod, he pointed to the door, "Are you going to be expecting anyone?"

    "Um, not until three," you replied after quickly checking your notebook.

    "Perfect, we've got a few hours to get to know each other."

    "Oh, I'm… I'm sure you have better things to do, Mr. How—Logan," you quickly corrected yourself and Logan watched your cheeks darken and your tail swish before you grabbed it. "Sorry about that," you apologised quietly.

    "You have nothing to be sorry for, and you don't have to try and hide anything like that from me," he reassured you.

    "It's just—" Logan watched as you quickly shook your head, stopping yourself from opening up to him.

    "Just what?" He urged, hoping to hear you talk again. Glancing up at him, he saw your hesitation before he pulled the chair out to sit down on the other side of your desk. "You can tell me," he said with a shrug.

    "I don't want to be a bother."

    "You never could be," he was quick to respond and quick to notice the pace of your—not quite steady, but once steadier—heartbeat thump faster.

    With a soft smile and a deep breath in, you sat down, smoothing your shirt once more, and fixing things on your desk before you forced yourself to stop, and place your, lightly, shaking hands on your lap, hidden from his sight. "I'm a little nervous," you admitted, not making eye contact with him.

    "That's okay."

    At the sound of his words, you glanced up. "I get embarrassed by it all still, I guess."

    "'It all'?"

    "The ears that twitch and move when I don't want them to, this tail that just has a mind of its own, and the mess that comes along with shifting into a bobcat. Have you ever seen a bobcat, Logan?"

    "Can't say that I have."

    "Well, they aren't cute."

    "I'm sure you're the exception," he was quick to respond once more, taking in the even darker blush across your face. "Besides, have you seen me?" He pointed to his face, more specifically, his facial hair. "I'm no prize either," he answered his own question without warning, causing you to laugh.

    "We aren't small either, we're bigger than the average 'cute', domestic cat," you continued to inform him, and he swore he could hear the disappointment and disgust that you felt towards yourself in your quiet words.

    "That's not a problem."

    "It's not?"

    He shook his head. "Nah, more to love, you know." The smile that had grown on your face had faulted ever so slightly, and Logan picked up on it, shifting in his seat. "Did I say something wrong?"

    You quickly shook your head. "No, no. It's—My last boyfriend, who, I guess, pushed me over the edge and made me pack up and leave everything to come here… he told me that I should try to hide my mutation. Suggested that I wear hats, or long coats, or something along those lines. Not once did I hear him tell me that it was okay, that being a mutant was okay, that he'd love me no matter how I looked, so, I guess—" You cleared your throat. "I mean, I know you aren't saying it in that way, I mean, you hardly know me… but I've never heard anyone say that there was anything about me worth loving. You just caught me off guard, that's all. I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling, and you didn't mean it in that way, and—"

    "Don't apologise," he interrupted you in a quiet voice. "Don't—" Logan shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with you, and there never will be. There's nothing wrong with being a mutant, there's nothing wrong with you being a mutant. God, you've got a whole school—an entirely new family—of other mutants who would say the exact same thing. You haven't been here long but those kids love you. I'm pretty sure I saw a group of kids sort out an argument about who got to see you first by doing 'rock, paper, scissors'. They don't care how you look, they never will, and they love you." Logan leaned closer to your desk. "You should also never hide how you look, don't hide behind hats or long coats, wear whatever the hell you damn well please. Screw him. No, no." He held his finger up. "Fuck him. Fuck him and whoever else made you feel like that. Fuck him—"

    "Logan—"

    "—And what if I was?"

    "'Was' what?"

    "Saying it in that way."

    "You hardly know me, I—"

    "Then let me get to know you."

    "You don't mean that." You shook your head.

    "I do. I know what it's like to have your heart broken by someone you loved, even if they didn't love you. You don't have to say yes, in fact, you can ask me to leave and forget any of this ever happened, because, after all, we hardly know each other, but… would you like to have dinner with me? Would you like me to show you that everything about you worth loving?"

    He wasn't expecting an answer, especially not from someone who barely knew him. But, when he saw the look in your eyes and the gentle nod that you gave him in response, he couldn't help but smile.

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Body Swap: Part Two

Part One

Description: This is based on this post I first made a while ago. After I reblogged it again, I was talking to @screamxqueenx94, and decided to write this for Logan/Wolverine. Basically - reader and wolverine get body swapped, and the reader just so happened to be on their period when it happens + them having to deal with each others mutations.

Note: This is the second and final part; and it’s not very long, cause I wasn’t quiet sure what else to do with this, besides, I suck at endings.

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x reader

Gender: Female/Vagina Owner         Triggers: None

You and Logan stood impatiently at the doorway, Logan leaning against the doorway, you pacing behind him. You had gotten word that Scott managed to capture the mutant. They were on their way back now.

Logan watched as you paced the room “You still need to use the bathroom don’t you?”

You glanced at him “Yep”

He would normally find this very amusing, if it was someone else, but the fact that it was the two of you, only frustrated him “Scott will be back soon, and we’ll get that little shit-head to change us back”

You just nodded your head, trying hard to concentrate on not peeing yourself. Looking back at Logan you looked him up and down, it was weird seeing your body from this angle “How about you? How are you doing?”

“Fine. Trying not the focus on the constant pain”

Just then, you heard the approaching sound of the jet, you and Logan made eye contact before quickly making your way to the jet room, meeting Storm and Jean on the way.

Storm stood next to you “You two ready to be put back to normal”

“More than” Logan muttered

You entered the room, to see Xavier already there, the doors opened and Scott walked out, mutant in tow. Logan, already being impatient walked forward, Scott backed away quickly, far enough away that he couldn’t be switched if the mutant tried.

Logan grabbed him by his collar and pulled him close to him “You better switch us back or I’ll kill you”

“Logan” Xavier warned

The mutant smirked “Why? Not having fun then?”

Logan growled at him, and you noticed the small amount of smoke coming from the mutants now burning collar “Logan, powers”

Logan glanced down, seeing what was happening and quickly pulled away, noticing the small amount of fear pass over the mutants face as he realized what almost happened.

“If you don’t change us back, I’ll do that on purpose next time, and it will be much more than just your shirt that get’s burnt”

You found yourself smirking at this, even in your body Logan knew how to intimidate the crap out of anyone.

Scott came back forward, taking the mutant by his arm and leading him to an empty room. Forcing him to sit down at a table you all surrounded him.

The mutant looked at you with a smirk “So, you can create what, fire? What can rambo do then?” 

You stared at him, unblinking as you slowly made Logans claws come out. He stared at them, trying to keep a straight face, but you knew he was scared, he was in a school full of mutants, he didn’t have surprise on his side this time, if he tried to get away this time, he would fail.

“So” Xavier began “What do we have to do to get you to change them back?”

“Let me go” he said quickly “I’ll change them back if you let me leave afterwards” he alliterated.

“Alright” Xavier said “Change them back”

He looked between you and Logan before standing slowly, approaching you “Don’t try anything” Logan warned

He reached out, grabbing both yours and Logan’s arm. The two of you felt a dizzying rush at the same time, causing both of you you sway, almost falling down. This time you didn’t fall unconscious, thankfully. The change back must not be as hard as the first.

As you adjusted yourself and the dizziness faded, you realized that you were standing on the opposite side of the boy than you were before. Looking up you see Logan, actual Logan standing next to you straightening his body. 

You two made eye contact nodded at each other before turning to Xavier “It worked” you said, relief filling your voice.

“Can I leave now?” the boy asked

“Of course” Xavier said

You could see slight surprise in the boys face, knowing that he fully suspected you to go back on your word. 

-

You stood on the steps of the school as the mutant turned to leave. But as he began walking away Xavier called out to him “If you ever decide you want to come back, you are welcome too”

You could feel and hear Logan scoff from next to you. The boy turned, looking at all of you confused “Why? Why would you welcome me back after what I did to you?”

“Because that’s who we are” you answered.

The boy stared at you for a moment before nodded lightly and turning away, leaving the campus. The others slowly went back inside the school, leaving you and Logan alone.

After a few moments of silence Logan spoke up “After he switched us back, I almost pissed myself, you really had to go didn’t you?” You laughed out loud, Logan snickered next to you “Wanna go get a drink?”

“What you aren’t tired of me yet?”

“Not quiet yet” he said, smirking at you as the two of you turned, walking back into the school.

See? I told you I suck at endings.

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LOGAN HOWLETT - REVELATION

A/N: Here comes chapter FIVE! Wow, I can't believe I am still writing this. But I am here for it. I do this for fun and share my fun with you. So, enjoy. Thoughts are appreciated.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angst

Summary: Scott decided to be a dick and share something he shouldn't.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Four

LOGAN HOWLETT - REVELATION

Y/N’s body twitched in her sleep. Her mind was filled with the scenes of the moment she used her forcefield in Salem. In the dream, she felt her power radiating through her body. And then, the power engulfed her. She felt powerful like never before. As if she could defeat the whole world that was against her. Her body glowed like a star in the midnight sky. 

She gasped and opened her eyes, panting. “Y/N?” she heard her name. Her eyes found Logan staring at her. His hand was on her shoulder, gripping it tightly. 

She blinked a few times. “Where are we?” 

“Back at school,” he said. 

Logan leaned a bit closer to her. He noticed something strange. It appeared her irises changed colour for a second. It was faint, but it was there. “Are you okay, kid?” 

Her breathing calmed, and she nodded. “Yeah. It was just a dream.” She turned behind her.

JJ was asleep in the back. After such a long time, he was able to sleep peacefully. His legs were resting on the seats, and he was hugging himself. He had the whole back seat for himself. It brought a smile to Y/N’s face. 

She reached for him and gently tapped his leg. “We’re here,” she whispered to Jerome. The boy yawned, and his eyes met her. She helped him out of the car.

“This is the school?” he asked. What he saw was a garage full of cars and two motorbikes. 

Logan walked to Y/N. He lifted her head up to have a better look at her eyes. They were back to their regular colour. She wanted to say something. However, Logan was faster. “You look like shit,” he whispered. 

Y/N got annoyed by that. “Have you seen you?” she raised a brow and pointed at his bloodied clothes. 

Jerome grabbed Y/N’s hand when they moved from the garage. All three walked to the main hall. It was still early. The hallways were empty, and the school was dead silent. The day would slowly start in about an hour. “Where is everyone?” Jerome asked. 

“Asleep.”

They heard someone run down the stairs. First, it was Jean who appeared. She wore a red robe wrapped around her body, and her hair was tousled. Her mouth almost fell on the floor when she saw Logan and Y/N with the boy they planned to save. “Oh my god,” she gasped. As a telepath, she knew when they arrived. This, she couldn’t see. “How?”

Scott was right behind her. He wore his long pyjama pants and a white tank top. Anger was evident on his face. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said crossly. 

More footsteps followed. Of course, Jean called them through telepathy. Kitty and Bobby arrived together. Bobby had workout clothes on, and Kitty was in a long t-shirt that ended under her ass. Finally, Storm ran to them, already dressed for the day. 

It wasn’t a pleasant view seeing them covered in blood. They knew Logan was fine. Y/N, on the other hand, bled like everyone else. “Are you alright?” Storm approached Y/N, grabbed her chin between her fingers, scanning her face. 

“We are fine,” Logan answered for them. 

“You don’t look like it,” Storm scowled. “What the hell happened?” 

“Take the boy and check him up. We need to figure out how to take off that damn thing around his neck,”  he pointed at the collar Jerome had.

Jean walked to the boy with a smile. She reached her hand to his. “Come with me,” she said gently. He didn’t want to let go of Y/N’s hand. She was his secure place. 

“JJ,” Y/N looked down at him. “This is my friend Jean. She’ll have a look at you and see the bruises, okay? These people will only help, I swear. I will come to you once we finish some business here.” Her other hand gently stroked the boy’s cheek. 

“Promise?” And she nodded. 

JJ let go of Y/N and took Jean’s hand instead. She walked him through the hallway into a hidden elevator. She kept talking to him, explaining everything on the go. Jean was lovely to him and patient.

Y/N closed her eyes. She felt a pulsing sensation happening inside her body. She grunted and stretched her neck. Huh, that’s new. 

Logan stepped closer to her, noticing the change. Something was off. He could feel it. That’s why he decided to stay close, in case she needed help. His eyes moved to Scott. His anger filled the room. He knew a big fight was about to start. As pissed as Logan was for recklessly getting the boy out, he understood it all. It was a ‘now or never’ situation. 

“How did you get the boy out?” Kitty was the first to talk. She appeared to be genuinely curious. “Wasn’t that supposed to be a team effort?” 

“Clearly, Y/N doesn’t know that word,” Scott scoffed. “If she did, she’d known to wait for orders and let us handle the situation. You know, we are more experienced than you. We’ve been doing this for years.” 

“And while you did absolutely nothing, Logan and I got him out,” she talked back and took a step closer to him. Y/N wanted to show Scott she wasn’t afraid of him. “It wasn’t the plan, but it had to be done.” 

“Can’t believe you talked Logan into this,” said Scott. “I thought at least someone would have more intellect. I guess I was wrong.” 

Logan pushed through Y/N, stepping right in front of Cyclops. He grabbed him by the tank top. “Watch your mouth, Scotty. You have no idea what happened and how it happened. Before you point fingers and accuse anyone of anything, try to find out information about things.” 

“Look at you,” Scott laughed. “She’s got inside your head, hasn’t she? She whistles, and like a good dog, you come to her leg and sit.” 

Y/N frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Logan’s claws were out, his fists clenched tightly. Y/N decided to intervene before there would be spilt blood. She ran to Scott and shoved him. “What is your problem, dude?” 

“You are my problem,” he snarled. “Ever since you came here, everyone has been running around you. As if you were some kind of miracle among mutants. Well, guess what? You are not special.” 

“Scott, what is the matter with you?” asked Storm. It was weird acting like this. “No one has given her any special attention like you think. We treat everyone equally.”

“Ah, Scott, you are jealous, eh?” Logan smirked. “Look at ya, bub. It’s kinda sad.”

“What the fuck?” Y/N raised her voice. “I don’t get this, Scott. Why are you acting like this? What have I ever done to you? You don’t even know me.” 

He took a deep breath, grinning. “I know what you did,” he said darkly. “I can’t believe the Professor let you stay here among all these kids. You are a danger to them.” 

“What?” they all asked in chorus.

“Hold on, what are you talking about?” Bobby asked Scott.

Y/N’s heart dropped. Her eyes widened in fear, and she took a step back. How did he know about it? Did the Professor tell him about her past? Her fists clenched. “It was an accident.” 

“Was it?” 

All eyes moved to Y/N. They waited for an explanation. She didn’t want to talk about it, not like this anyway. Her hands were cold, and her body shivered. Why did it have to be like this? She would tell them once she was ready. She shook her head and pursed her lips. Y/N’s heart beat fast. She could hear it in her ears and feel it in her throat. 

“How do you know about it?” she muttered. “Who told you?”

“I did some research. Do you know there is an article about what you did?” Scott grinned. He felt like a winner. Everyone would know who she really was - a murderer. “At first, it was presented as a gas explosion. Later, your own father revealed the truth.” 

The world was falling down on her. She forgot it was out there, on the internet, for the whole world to see. Her lower lip quivered, and Y/N wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted to scream, cry, even throw a tantrum. Some wicked part of her wanted to snap his neck for opening his damn mouth.

“You killed your own little sister,” Scott revealed her past, the darkest secret she owned. 

When he said the words out loud, Y/N felt like drowning. She couldn’t breathe. The pulsing sensation got stronger. Her head hurt, and her insides twisted and turned. Scott’s words echoed inside her mind. “Stop!” She screamed from the top of her lungs. 

With that scream, she unleashed the emotions in the form of a forcefield that burst out of her body. It hit everything around her, everyone standing in the hallway with her. The people who took her in were thrown against the nearest walls and stairs. Storm hit her body against a door. Kitty and Bobby were thrown into the stairs. Logan’s body flew into an ancient statue that broke under his weight. Scott got thrown out the nearest window and farther away into the gardens. 

That forcefield drained Y/N out of all the energy she had stored. It caused her to collapse on the hardwood floors, unconscious. More blood came running out of her nose.

The first person who got up was Logan. Thanks to his fast healing, he was able to shake it off. “Shit,” he cursed when he saw what happened. Everyone was down. Kitty and Bobby were moaning from the stairs. Storm was still out. His eyes found the damaged window. And in the middle of it was Y/N. 

Beast ran to them, already in his fancy suit. He must have been in the labs. “What the hell happened here?” He fell on his knees next to Storm, gently tapping her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, he was relieved. 

Logan peeked out of the broken window and saw Scott lying on the ground, groaning in pain. “Scott decided to be a dick,” he said. 

“What was that?” Storm’s voice caught Logan’s attention. Her eyes lowered. “Oh, god, Y/N.” 

That set of information made everyone question who Y/N was. Storm’s head was filled with doubts. If Y/N killed her little sister, was it safe for her to be here? On the other hand, it could have been an accident.

Logan tried to be neutral in this matter. There had to be an explanation for everything. Y/N said to him she had blood on her hands. He knew he shouldn’t judge her. He also made mistakes and killed people. But he never killed a kid. 

. . .

Murderer..! Psychopath..! You killed her..! Freak..!

“Y/N?” 

A ringing sound echoed in Y/N’s ears. There was even something that reminded her of a whistling train. And then someone said her name. Who’s voice was that? She wasn’t able to open her eyes and have a look. Her body wasn’t strong enough. Or maybe she didn’t want to face the reality. 

You killed your little sister, Scott’s voice rang in her head. Y/N huffed loudly. The person who was present in the room with her heard it. 

“Y/N?” The voice belonged to the Professor. “Can you hear me?” 

She rolled her head to the side, following his voice. When her eyes opened, Charles had a concerned expression on his face. Y/N didn’t express any feelings. She had her eyes locked with his. Maybe she tried to find something in them, anything. No one was present except for them. 

There was a prodding sensation in her head. It didn’t hurt. It felt as if someone was gently tapping on the door. “Are you trying to get inside my head?” Y/N asked him after a minute of silence. “I won’t let you in.” 

The man sighed. “I want you to remain calm while we talk.” 

Y/N sat up and stretched her neck. “How long was I out?” 

“A few days,” Charles replied. “Your power shut down your body. It needed time to recharge.”

“Don’t like you care,” she scoffed.

“I do. We all do.”

“Bullshit.” Y/N turned her body to him, feet dangling in the air. “Cut to the chase, Professor. Say what you want to say before I leave.” 

“Leave?” Charles was confused.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m a danger to the kids, aren’t I? I should not be here, in a school, where I can hurt more people, young people. Scott said it clearly.” 

You killed her..! You are a monster..! Murderer..!

“Scott doesn’t know the whole story,” Charles said calmly. “He should’ve never talked to you like that - accuse you of something he knows nothing about.” 

“It doesn’t matter,” she said strictly. “People know, and opinions were made. I am not welcome here anymore.” 

He sighed. “Why don’t you tell them how it actually happened? It’s your story to tell.”

“They won’t listen,” she clenched her fists and pursed her lips. “Not now. Besides, I don’t want to persuade them about anything. Telling my story was taken away from me. Scott wanted to give everyone a reason not to trust me.” 

Y/N took off the cables stuck to her body and then stood up on her feet. She noticed her clothes were changed into a different one. Someone must have done it while she was unconscious. “Promise me you’ll take care of JJ. That’s the only thing I want.” 

“I won’t let you leave, Y/N,” Charles wheeled before her, grabbing her by the wrist. “I’ve seen the good inside of you. Everything that happened with your sister was an accident. You didn’t know what you were doing. You were fifteen.” It was rare to hear Charles with a stern voice. 

“Don’t…”

“I have talked to Scott once he could leave the bed. Nothing can excuse his behaviour towards you. But I know Scott. I know he’s a good guy,” Charles continued. 

“The fuck he is,” she growled. “If he was, he’d act like a good guy and not a dick. He would wait or ask or say it between four eyes. This was pure spiteful. As if I was the one who hurt him in the past. As if I killed his sister or a child. That’s how it feels to me. He wanted to show everyone that I was a harmful person.”

“Y/N,” Charles said her name gently. “Scott doesn’t trust easily. After everything he went through, he’s careful and observant.” 

“That doesn’t excuse his behaviour,” she said through teeth. “He did this. He made me hurt everyone around me.” 

“And that is another thing we need to discuss,” said the Professor. “Your mutation is evolving fast. Logan told me you created another forcefield around the boy while you had one around yourself. That is impressive.” 

Y/N yanked her wrist out of his hold. “Are you trying to say my mutation has made me unpredictable and dangerous?” 

“No,” he shook his head. “All I’m saying is, I want to help you to reach your full potential and learn how to control it.” 

“How can I trust you?” she glared at him. “After everything that went down, how can I know you are not lying? What if it was you who told Scott everything?” 

The Professor shook his head. “I told you it is your story to tell. I’d never do anything to break your trust. What I told you when you arrived still stands. This is a safe place for mutants. No one will harm you here-”

“And yet someone did,” she said. “It started a chained reaction. Scott hurt me emotionally, and I hurt everyone physically.” Those were her last words. She left the professor in the infirmary and walked back to her room. 

She tried to find a way to not be seen. She was not in the mood to talk to anyone. Y/N wanted to hide in her bedroom and think about what to do next. Leaving would be the best option for everyone. Why stay in a place where people hate you or fear you? Yes, they gave her a home and provided her with food. She should be thankful. She was thankful. In the end, Scott took a piece of her. Now, she wasn’t able to trust them. 

“Hello, sleeping beauty.” 

Y/N stopped walking. She wasn’t surprised to hear Logan’s voice. Of all people, he would be the first to find her walking around the school. She turned her head to the side, signing she acknowledged his presence. No words left her mouth. 

He walked closer to her. “How you doin’, kid?” 

“Fine,” she uttered and continued walking to the upper level. 

Logan didn’t like that as an answer. He quickly followed her, trying to reach her before she got to her room. “Come on, Y/N, talk to me.” 

“There is nothing to talk about,” she sighed. 

“You kiddin’ me, right?” he reached for her shoulder and made her turn around. “There’s a lot to talk about, Y/N.” 

“No, Logan, there isn’t,” she shook off his hand and stepped back. “Enough has been said. You’ve all heard what I’ve done, and I don’t want to discuss it. I don’t give a shit what you all think of me. So, leave me alone.” 

“You are goin’ to leave, aren’t ya?” Logan stated, eyes never leaving her. 

“Don’t act like you care,” she turned on her heel and continued walking. 

Logan breathed heavily but decided not to follow. His eyes watched her until she was out of his sight. That woman was something else - strong, stubborn and a survivor. He wouldn’t let her go that easily. 

. . .

Y/N remained in her room until late evening. She had a backpack where she packed only necessary clothing. Her whole body screamed to run, leave and never look back. 

Murderer..! Killed her little sister..! Freak..!

It pained her to leave JJ in this place alone. He was a child, and he needed stability and education. That’s something she couldn’t provide for him. Y/N knew he would be safe in here. She was dangerous. What if she also killed him? 

Y/N opened the door and peeked outside. The hallway was empty. At this time, the students were asleep. She left her room and silently ran down the stairs to the main entrance.

The plan was simple -  leave the school and walk as far as her legs would take her. What if this was supposed to be an interchange? All she could do now was speculate. 

Once she closed the entrance door, she took a deep breath of the cold air. The sky was dark, and this part of the world rested again. She walked from the school and headed to the main gate. 

Y/N thought about leaving for New York. It was a gigantic city with maximum opportunities. She could find a job, start a new life and forget about everything that happened in the past. There was a slight chance she could find love, be happy and build a family. It was not something she dreamt of, but now, it was something she could focus on. One step at a time. 

She was almost at the gate. Her new life was only seconds away. However, she found Logan leaning against the metal gate. She sighed, annoyed. 

“Took you long enough,” Logan commented. He had a cigar in his hand, smoking it. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You think I’d let you leave?” he raised a brow and took a drag. “Ain’t happening, kid.” 

“You do realise I’m not a kid,” she frowned at him. 

“You are acting like one,” he said back. “Instead of talking, you are running away. Have you ever tried facing the problems?” When she didn’t give him any snarky comeback, he chuckled. Logan opened the gate. “Come on, let’s have a walk.”

Y/N tilted her head, confused. “Why are you still talking to me, Logan? After everything that I’ve done and you’ve learnt. You should be glad I’m running away.” 

“You are a stubborn woman, you know that?” he laughed. 

“I’ve been told before,” she winked at him and walked through the gate with him close behind. 

They walked through the driveway in the middle of the night. They couldn’t see much. The moon was in its Third Quarter and hidden behind the trees. The surroundings were peaceful. Some would say it was weirdly romantic. 

“Scott is an ass,” Logan said after a while. “Can’t believe he’d do that. I thought many things about him, but this is just another level of being insecure and jealous.” 

She laughed. “I hate Scott,” she stated. “Sorry, but what he did is inexcusable. He told you all something he knows nothing about.” 

“Listen,” Logan stopped and patted her shoulder. “Would you tell us in the future?” 

Her hand found his hand on her shoulder. “In time, I would. I’d need to be sure I can trust you. I’d want you to know who I was and what I did.”

Without thinking, Logan pushed her closer to his body and gave her a side hug. “You can trust us. Or at least trust me. I’ve been through shit. I’ll understand ya.” 

When Logan pulled away, Y/N was glad he couldn’t see her flaming hot face. They continued walking down the road. 

“Have you killed a child?” she asked boldly.

“No. That I didn’t.” 

She clapped her hand once. “There you go. Don’t get me wrong, I would never hurt a child. I would never hurt my own sister. Until I did.”

“I know.” And then came the dreaded sentence. “Tell me what happened, Y/N.” 

She took a deep breath. As much as she hated digging into her past, she wanted to tell at least someone what happened that day. It appeared before her eyes like a movie. This time, she didn’t run from it. She faced it like her greatest fear. 

“It was the day my ability appeared,” she started slowly. “It was Saturday afternoon when it happened. I remember I was on edge since morning. I couldn’t explain it then. I was moody and irritated by everything. I got grounded for my behaviour and had to watch my sister in the afternoon.

“Jill wasn’t even six. She was a spoiled child. Jill wanted all the dolls. She wanted my CD player and music. That day, she was extremely annoying. I remember her jumping on my bed, screaming something. I wanted to finish an essay for school. Jill wanted to be a brat and get on my nerves. 

“I started to scream at her. Words flowing out of my mouth. She fought back, and then it happened. The forcefield flew out of my body. It damaged my whole room, ruined a wall, and my sister was nowhere to be found.” 

Y/N was there again. When she opened her eyes, she found the room in ruins. A wall was missing, dust flew in the air, and everything was a mess. Her body was shaking. She was in shock. What the hell happened? She took a few steps forward. She went closer to a wall that was now missing. People from her neighbourhood were staring at the scene, gasping and pointing fingers. Her eyes fell down on the front yard, where she found her sister lying without any trace of life. 

“All rescue teams came to our house. News stations filled our street. Everyone wanted to see what happened,” she recalled. “Because my bedroom was above the kitchen, people believed it was a gas explosion. However, my parents immediately knew who was at fault.” 

They walked to the crossing. No cars were passing by. 

“My parents threw me into an asylum where I stayed for a few years until I escaped that place,” she added. “I can still hear my parents screaming at me. Their voices are a reminder of what I did.” 

Logan grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. Our mutations awaken when we are kids or teens, and we are in emotional distress,” he explained to her. 

“Back then, I didn’t know it,” she said. “One remains the same: I killed my sister. It was unintentional. I would never hurt a five-year-old. I would never hurt a child,” her voice shook. 

“I know. I believe you,” Logan affirmed her. His hand never left hers. “That’s why you needed to save JJ, right?” 

She quickly nodded. “Yeah. To even convince myself that I don’t kill kids for fun.”

They looked at the main road. This was a crucial moment for Y/N. It was up to her to decide whether she wanted to stay or leave forever. 

“I want you to know that you have a friend in me, Y/N,” he said after a while. “And there are more of us who did some bad shit.” 

“I know,” she whispered. Y/N was conflicted. She couldn’t decide what to do. Now she wished to see Logan’s face, to know how he was looking at her. 

His presence was magnetic and radiant. Y/N had noticed it while they were driving to Salem. He made her feel something new, unknown. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. 

“Is this a goodbye?” Logan asked. “Or can I drag your ass back into the mansion?”

She laughed. Yes, at least she had a friend in him. That’s when she realised Logan was still holding her hand. “Will you continue to train me?” 

“Imma kick your ass tomorrow,” he pulled her hand, and she collided with his hard body. He patted her head as if she was a dog. Together, they started to walk back to school. 

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: Playing Tricks On You

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bobby, Rogue, Pyro, Mystique, Magneto, Stryker, Wilkins, Lyman, Jean, Ororo, Anne, and Charles (Mentioned)

WC: 1,948

Warnings: X-Men canon fighting, X-Men canon storyline, death, killing, slow burn, slight suggestiveness, teasing, guns mentioned, and slight angst

Later that night, Ororo was still trying to fix the jet as Jean emerged from the underbelly and turned towards her. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’ll try it again.”

She walked past Rogue, who slept next to Bobby, his arm was wrapped around her. Next to them, Pyro sat, angrily watching Kurt as he hung from a tree by his tail, asleep.

Logan tried to sleep in his text, wrapping in his sleeping bag and extra blanket, but it wasn’t long until Logan’s eyes sprung open as the tent flap silently slipped apart. A female figure entered. It was Jean. She sat on his sleeping bag as he eyed her curiously, opening his mouth to speak. She pressed her finger to his lips.

“No.” She crawled on top and began to kiss him. He kissed back, sliding his hand under her shirt before his claws pressed against her abdomen. He looked at her as she looked back and smirked, her eyes then turned yellow as she transformed into Mystique, her true form. Her mouth traveled to his ear. “No one ever left a scar quite like you.” She whispered as Logan narrowed his eyes.

“What do you want, an apology?” He asked as Mystique just sat up.

“You know what I want.”

“But, what do you want?” He asked as she then suddenly transformed to Ororo, then with a smile to Rogue, then to Stryker.

Logan throws her to the ground, and Mystique chuckles lightly, “What do you really want?” She then slowly transformed into you, as Logan narrowed his already narrowed eyes and growled lightly.

“I want you to get out.”

She sneered and snapped back into her true form, but before leaving, she turned to Logan, "I see the way you look at her."

~~~

The next morning, the X-Jet lifted up into the glowing morning sky. Rogue, Bobby, and Kurt watched Logan and Ororo suit-up into their battle uniforms, attaching small black receivers to their ears. Logan tossed a radio earpiece to you as you were adjusting your boots, and you caught it skillfully before it fell to the ground.

“Where’s ours?” Bobby asked, as Logan gave him a brief glance.

“On order. Should arrive in a few years.” Logan said, making you laugh out loud lightly, causing Bobby, Rogue, and Logan to look at her.

“Come on, Teach. Tell us we are not going to stay here for this mission?”

Bobby asked you, as you gave the teen a small smile, shrugging.

You readjusted the earpiece in your ear, “Well, sadly, yes. In a place full of snow, we don’t really need your help. Sorry, Bobby.” You replied as you pulled your X-Men leather jacket on.

Bobby gave out a huff as Ororo called Rogue up to the cockpit.

Rogue moved towards the controls, Bobby following close behind, holding onto the back of the cockpit seat. Ororo pointed appropriately to the controls and displays. “After we touch down and go in, you’re in charge. If something happens to us… Use the ascension control to get the plane off the ground. Do not try to control the plane while it’s in the air. The auto-navigation system will fly you home.” She explained to the young girl, who nodded, slightly nervous about the whole idea.

“Then what?” Bobby asked as Logan entered the cockpit.

“You’ve all got superpowers. Figure it out.”

In the back of the jet, Magneto sat across from Pyro. He held his helmet in his lap as the young boy just stared at him. “They say you’re the bad guy.” Pyro said, as Magneto gave him a small grin.

“Is that what they say?”

Pyro eyed the helmet. “That's a dorky looking helmet. What’s it for?”

He asked and Magento spoke up again.

“This dorky looking helmet is the only thing that’s going to protect me from the real bad guy. What’s your name?” He asked and Pyro shifted in his seat, straightening his back. 

“John.” Pyro replied.

“What’s your real name, John?” Magneto asked before Pyro answered once more.

Pyro thought for a moment. Apprehensive, he flicked his lighter open and began to play with the small flame. “Pyro.” He finally replied.

“That’s quite a talent you have there, Pyro.” Magneto said, as the boy in question looked up at the older man.

“I can only manipulate it. I can’t create it.” He spoke, but Magento just gave him a grin. 

“You are a God among pests. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

~~~

Stryker sat on the edge of a chair, bouncing a ball against a wall. Anne began to turn on the monitor, one by one. Each monitor displayed Charles’s children in custody.

“Why keep the children here, if they’re just going to die?” Anne asked Stryker as he continued to toss the ball at the wall.

“Why? So we can make sure that it’s working.” He answered as Anne turned back to the monitors.

~~~

Above the skies of Alkali Lake, the X-Jet hovered in the air. You, Logan, Jean, and Ororo assembled around a floating 3D hologram that showed a photographic terrain map of the landscape. Magneto and Mystique also perceived, but stood back a bit. Logan looked strongly at it, staring at it as he thought. The dam, tunnels, and Alkali base are all visible. From the naked eye, nothing but snow met the base and dam.

Jean clicked a button. “This is a topographic map of the area.” She spoke, before the holographic map suddenly changed into a brilliant red, with differing degrees of pink and white marks that serve repetitive impact over time. “And here are the recent density changes. The lighter the mark, the heavier the activity.” She continued, gesturing to the screen once more.

They saw a list of white lines come out of the right tunnel. Logan shook his head with a sly smile. “That’s the entrance.”

Jean switched the map once again. It turned crystal blue with varying degrees of white and blue water activity. The entrance tunnel and spillway are all dark blue. “This shows the depth of the ice that covers the ground, water movement.”

Ororo leaned closer to the screen, the gears in her head turning, “If we all go in here, he could flood the spillway.” She then said, pointing to the spillway.

Jean looked to Kurt. “Can you teleport inside?” She asked him as he shook his head.

“I have to be able to see where I’m going, otherwise I could wind up inside a wall.” He explained as Jean sighed and turned to you.

“What about you?” You sadly shook your head, your hair getting in your face slightly.

“I can’t. After reading Logan's mind I can't really do much right now." You raised your hand to brush the stray strands away.

There was a long pause before Logan spoke, “I have an idea.” 

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Logan walked alone down the spillway corridor. He came upon the run-off shafts and gazed into the corridor on the right. No sign of water. He carefully continued inside. “Stryker!” His voice reverberated through the massive tunnel. “It’s me. Wolverine!” Logan yelled. He walked further into the tunnel, still, no signs of water. Above him, a small video camera in the shadows watched Logan approaching.

In the control room, Wilkins, a fatigued guard, looked up to see Logan on one of the monitors. Anne looked over his shoulder. “What do you want me to do?” Wilkins asked as the woman stared down at the monitors.

“Flood it.” She demanded as Wilkins moved for a button.

His finger just brushed the button before Stryker stopped him, “Wait.” He peered over their shoulders and smiled. “Is he alone?”

“Yes, sir.” Wilkins replied.

Wilkins had his finger on the button, waiting. Stryker pauses, thinking.

“Send a team, and bring him to me in the North Corridor. Carefully.”

Stryker said to Anne and she was quick to stand and lead a few men to get Logan.

In the spillway tunnel, Logan walked cautiously through the tunnel. In front of him, a section of the wall opened and three soldiers emerged, their rifles up. Behind him, another wall opened and three more soldiers appeared. Logan was surrounded. “Don’t move! Hands in the air!” A soldier commanded, his gun raised.

Oddly, Logan obeyed. With their guns raised they led Logan down a corridor, arms and feet shackled, guns to his head. Stryker waited for them at the end. As he approached Logan, he stared at him closely, staring into his eyes, the cocky grin on his face suddenly faded. “Who do you think you’re looking at?” Stryker asked as Anne looked at him confused.

“Sir?” Anne asked.

“You make such a good impression on video, but in person.” Stryker said to Logan.

He lifted a gun to Logan’s head, finger on the trigger. Logan quickly converted into Mystique. Her arms, now thinner, slipped from the shackles, as did her legs and feet. She wrapped the shackles around Stryker’s gun, ripping it away, and knocking him into the wall. Immediately, two guards fired, she ducked, and the guards shot each other, as she did a handspring forward. Anne whipped out a pistol, but Mystique hit her arm as she fired. The bullet pierced a nearby pipe. Fumes shot out and packed the corridor. Stryker stood and tried to see through the steam. Mystique was gone. Stryker charged off and a living guard followed.

Alarms blared. Wilkins, the only guard left in the control room, nearly leaped out of his seat and began studying the monitors. On the monitors, Stryker walked quickly through the hall, accompanied by the guard. “What the…” Wilkins spoke confusedly.

The doors opened and Stryker and the guard entered. “Seal the room!” Stryker commanded.

Wilkins quickly did as he was told, and he pressed some buttons. Large doors pushed shut on the monitors. “What’s happening?” Wilkins asked urgently, eyes wide.

“We have a metamorphosis. She could be anybody.” Stryker explained. 

“Anybody?” Wilkins asked, his eyebrows raising.

Stryker hit Wilkins across the back of the head and he collapsed onto the floor; Stryker had become Mystique. She spin-kicked the guards, which knocked them out instantly. She then took his seat and connected a small headset to her ear. She pushed some buttons and pulled up a map of the base. “I’m in.” Mystique said through the headset.

In the spillway corridor, you, Magneto, Logan, Jean, Ororo, Kurt, stood high above the spillway corridor. “She’s good.” Logan spoke, as Magneto smiled proudly. 

“You have no idea.” Magneto replied.

At the same time, in the Control Room, the real Stryker stood outside the massive Control Room with Anne. He pushed a button to open it. It doesn’t budge. He tried again, but it was no use; he slammed the door with his hand.

“The door is twenty inches thick, sir.” Anne tensely watched Stryker lose control.

“Yes. But she’s in there. She’s in there and I’m out here!” Stryker said under his breath, breathing heavily.

Lyman walks up to them. “Sir, she’s opened the main entrance. More mutants have entered the base.”

“Can we flood the spillway?” Stryker asked quickly as Lyman pursed his lip.

“Everything’s controlled from inside the room.”

“Get the machine here, drill a hole through this door, and kill whoever’s inside. I don’t care who they look like.” Stryker demanded, letting out an exhale. He then turned to Anne and made a resolution. “They can’t stop anything. In twenty minutes they’ll all be on their knees. Evacuate the men and let loose our new recruit. Set the charges, and meet me in Augmentation. I’ll have my final chat with 143, then we’re leaving.”

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[multi-fandom-inserts]

Little Pup {Part 1}

Logan x Reader

Author Note: Sorry I’ve been gone so long, internet hasn’t been online for about two months now and finally gotten it back! I hope this imagine makes up for this, it’s set during Logan. Let me know what you think!

Signing deeply, you'd never been happier to finally see the sunset, you wiped the blood from your shoulder before removing the bullet from your body. Six hours ago your home was attacked by your past, your adrenaline was still rushing through your body as you threw the bloody tissue in the toilet and flushed it. It started how it always does, in yells, car engines and orders but ended how it always does when a fight involves Logan and yourself: in blood.

You watched as Logan dumped his body weight down in a unstable looking motel chair, he snatched the full bottle of whiskey he'd stolen from a garage not far from where you had decided to settle for the night and began drinking heavily. Walking back through the room, Logan stared at you intently.

“How's the shoulder?” he asks you in a quiet voice as the gentle snores of the young girl, your eyes dart from him to the small figure that was now curled up in the centre of the motel bed like a kitten. Your eyes were so attached to her, studying her dark hair and tanned features before simply nodding in reply to Logan's question, you knew you'd heal in a matter of hours so you didn't worry.

“Who's the little one?” you question.

Your long time friend didn't reply, he instead threw a brown case file at you before returning to his whiskey. You sign heavily, releasing the anger that had built up in you over the last few hours, clutching the file you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

Logan's truck was parked outside the room, you threw yourself on the bonnet and leant your bad against the windscreen, welcoming the cool night air against your skin, positioning your heel against the bottom of your hamstrings and place the open case file on your tights.

The first page in the case file was about something called the Transigen Project, the project was set up in Mexico, run by a man called Zander Rice who used genetic samples from mutants  to create new embryos to create mutant super-soldiers. The project was terminated after so many fails and the children were targeted for elimination however several escaped, including their most successful result, X-23, it wasn't until then that you made the connection, the small girl curled up on the bed of your motel room was weapon X-23. Your blood had already begin to boil, the thought someone could do this to innocent children against their will made you sick. That's until you got to the section about the history of weapon X-23.

January 5th 2018, 5:30pm

Mutant genetic samples were taken out of storage three days ago, files were checked to ensure the genetic material will be suited for the infant. The embryo has been genetically altered to ensure female result and will be inserted into the surrogate, if insertion is successful estimated due date is 30th September 2018. Possible infant abilities range from Adamantium claws, increased healing and reduced ageing, however long term supervision is need to record rate of mutant abilities, if any. Infant number will be 23 aka Laura.

Your heart sinks to your stomach, they were genetically creating mutants to turn them into soldiers. You twiddle your fingers using your telekinesis to turn the page steadily in the growing night wind. The case file was filled with all types of experiments performed on the girl, pictures of the girl growing and learning to use her abilities told the story of her childhood until she was eleven years old, that's when you identified the little girl in the file to the girl on the bed. Her – Laura – is Weapon X.

Sitting in silence, you shuffle the pictures in the air for a few minutes, seeing little snippets of every training exercise, her birth, growing up and learning, the cell she was kept in and the children that had been created, you did this non-stop until you came across a picture that made you freeze. It was Laura, she couldn't of been older than four in the picture, her hair was lighter and so was her skin but that wasn't what shocked you, as you studied the picture it looked exactly like you, in fact, almost identical, same rough curls, large eyes and high cheek bones.

Panic set in and you shuffled through the case file madly until you found the answers, two photos were pinned to the page, you throat tightened as you removed the mugshots and studied them carefully, but you recognised the people, the images taken on the day Logan and yourself had entered into the Weapon X programme almost thirty years ago. It was almost a shock to yourself that you hadn't changed one bit but studying the picture of Logan, you could see how the years hadn't been so kind to him, throughout the previous years, his body had begin to deteriorated, his skin wrinkled and his hair has began to grey.

No, no this isn't true, please don't let it be true! A tiny voice screamed in your head as you threw the pictures at your feet as you snatched the sheet with shaking hands, a sheet whose title read: Mutant Donors.

Mutant Male Donor:

Name: Logan Howlett

D.O.B: Unknown, 1880

Abilities: Adamantium claws and skeleton, rapid healing and decrease ageing.

Mutant Female Donor:

Name: Y/N Smithdale

D.O.B: 21st March, 1910

Abilities: Telekinesis, rapid healing, decreased ageing and inhuman strength.

You had not idea how long you'd be sat outside, the hours must of flown by because after what only seemed like an hour had actually become three. Soon Logan had left the motel room to check on you but after taking one look at you, he could tell you were steaming with anger.

"Why didn't you tell me." you hiss.

Logan huffed, taking a long drag on his cigar, "We're not parents, we didn't fuck and you certainly didn't give birth to her." he snapped back sarcastically.

Logan didn't have time to prepare himself before you'd leaped off the truck and snatched him by his collar and threw him across the parking lot. He was quick to get to his feet before he stormed towards you, nipped the top of your shirt and planeted you to the ground, knowing it wouldn't truly hurt you.

"She's made from us, Logan!" you spit.

He laughed in your face, "She was made in a lab in by doctors, doesn't matter what she's made from, she's a weapon."

Now, it was your turn to laugh, "She's a child, nothing you can say will change that."

"Well then, she's all yours... mum." he added sarcastically before letting you go and storming back inside the room. A few people had heard the arguement but not investigated, you lay there for a few minutes a thousand theories running through your mind, it's true, you weren't her mother, someone else has looked after her for the previous eleven years.

When you entered the room, Logan was alseep in the chair beside the bed closest to Laura, you change quickly into your clothes before scooping Laura up in your arms and putting her under the covers cloests to Logan before wiggling in on the opposite side. The little girl stirs gently and turning towards you.

"How do I get myself into these situations?" you ask yourself as you roll over to face Laura, watching her for a few minutes before you pushed the crazy events of the day to the back of your head allowing your tiredness to swallow you into a black abyss.

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[wellimaginethat]

Unexpected Surprises Chapter One

Title: Unexpected Surprises Chapter One (Prologue and Explanation of Reader’s Powers, would help to read both before reading this chapter)

Pairing: Logan/James Howlett x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1689

Author’s Note: I just saw Logan yesterday (I know I’m late to the party) and I loved it. But…this idea has been messing with me ever since. Also, Reader is stated to be in her early thirties, that due in part to the movie being set in 2029 and I’m going with a birth year around 95-99.

Trigger Warning(s): Death, coarse language, mentions of suicidal tendencies and suicide attempts, mentions of abuse, addiction. Spoilers for the movie, so if you haven’t seen it I suggest going to check it out before reading this.

Also, if you’ve seen Logan, I’m fairly certain you’ll be able to handle this fic because my writing is no more gruesome than the movie and the coarse language used is nothing worse than what was in the movie, and the suicidal stuff is literally just mentions and it was shown that while at the facility Laura was self harming.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it, just the plot idea. I’m not associated with Marvel or any of the actors in the movies. And I obviously don’t know you, so basically I’m just messing around.

Summary: After the children made in across the border, one distressed and crying little girl caught you eye, when you investigated the reason, you decided to fix it. The after effects was something you never could have imagined.

Y/N = Your Name Y/EC = Your Eye Color Y/HC = Your Hair Color Y/HL = Your hair length (because I have short hair and I’m kinda tired of everyone assuming everyone has long hair where they can pull it up, lol)

After you got Logan back to home base, he was still unconscious so you set him up in the medical ward. After you used your powers to resurrect him, it seemed to have some effect on his own powers and he started healing himself. According to Laura, he had been dying before and his powers hadn’t been working properly, but it seemed like he was healing faster than before, like when they gave him the serum.

When you questioned her about the serum, she told you it was something they’d taken with them when they ran away, and you immediately knew what it was, because they’d used you to form it. That’s right, you’d been locked away in a similar place years ago and they’d experimented on you, you still have slight scars from the needle marks on your arms.

“Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” Laura’s voice found its way through the bad memories you were reliving as you checked on Logan’s vitals.

You pushed the intruding thoughts away and gave Laura a warm smile. “His body is still healing itself, and it might be keeping him from waking up until he’s healed enough where he’s not in pain.” You told her, though you weren’t exactly sure why he wasn’t awake yet.

Laura nodded. She took a seat in the chair you’d brought in for her at the beginning of the week, she wouldn’t leave until nightfall, so you’d spent quite a while in there as well, keeping the young girl company. You found out a couple of things about her, like the fact that she was a real quick learner. She told you that she hadn’t known much English until she’d found Logan, and that she was continuing to learn through some books one of your coworkers let her use. Apparently your co workers were doing marvelously in making the children feel at home and feel safe.

You pulled up another chair next to her like you’d been doing everyday that week, you two would talk after you were finished doing your work for the day. You’re conversations consisted about anything and everything, what the world was like before the X-Men died, and you told her about some of your personal experiences in meeting them, like the time her father had saved your life and how happy you were that you could finally do the same for him. It seemed to make her trust you a little more every time you two spoke.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Laura asked quietly after a period of silence.

“Of course.” You waited for her question, but it was one you were not expecting.

“How did he save you?” She asked, and you realized you never told her the story and every time the conversation would turn to that, you’d brush it off and start talking about something else.

You hesitated for a moment and could feel her eyes on you, you knew you’d have to tell her sooner or later because you had a feeling she wasn’t going to let it go. You let out a soft sigh and fixed your position in the chair so you were completely facing her but where you were still comfortable. “Okay.” You started and brushed a lock of Y/HC hair out of you eyes. “It was over twenty years ago, and I was a little girl at the time, younger than you are now.” She nodded, listening intently to your story. “Some older guys, teenagers I think, had found out that I was a mutant because of an incident at my school. They decided to jump me and ‘rid the world of my horrid existence’. I was certain I was done for when this burly man came over and pulled the guys away from me, the stupid assholes were about to try fighting him when they noticed his claws and took off running in the other direction. He looked down at me, probably wondering who the poor sap they were beating up was, to see a little girl. He cursed and knelt down next to me to check my pulse, I assume he thought I was dead, when he found out I wasn’t he took me to the hospital and said he’d found me like that before he left. I never got to thank him.”

“You can when he wakes up.” Laura spoke quietly, looking from you to Logan, you couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind.

You nodded, smiling softly, “Yeah, I can.” You stood up and smoothed out your shirt. “I have to go check on a few things, but I’ll be back later, okay?” You asked and she just nodded, you’d noticed she had periods where she wouldn’t say anything, and then there were times where she wouldn’t stop talking.

You exited the room and began going through some things, your team had found that there may be other mutants still in the Eastern side of the US, and that meant that you had to formulate a plan for Chad’s team so they could head out the next day.

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Laura sat quietly in Logan’s room, staring intently at him. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer because she thought she saw him move…

Logan jerked awake and went to grab the person hovering above him, but stopped abruptly when he saw it was Laura. “Laura…” He was confused, why was he still alive? How?

A smile found it’s way onto her face and she quickly hugged him.

He hesitantly hugged her back, taking in his surrounding as he did so, he was in what seemed to be a hospital room. “Laura...where are we?” He asked her calmly.

“They call it home base.” She tells him and he frowns in confusion.

“How did we get here?” Was his next question.

“After we got here, Y/N saw me crying and asked me what was wrong, I told her you died and we went back for you and now you’re here.” She tells him.

He had a lot more questions, but for now he was just happy Laura was safe.

“I’ll go get Y/N and she can explain.” Laura gave him one more hug before she ran out of the room to find you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard her before you saw her and stepped out of the office room you were in.

She came to a dead stop in front of you, a grin plastered on her face, “He’s awake!” She tells you and grabs your hand, pulling you toward the room.

You complied and followed her, and when you reached the room you saw Logan working on pulling off the monitors.

“It’s good to see you awake, Laura was quite worried.” You spoke as you stepped into the room and he turned his attention to you.

“How am I alive?” He asked you seriously.

You took a deep breath and walked over. “When Laura told me about you, how you’d died protecting them, I felt like you deserved a second chance. So I asked her to lead me and part of my team to where you were.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He practically growled as he stood up. It seemed like he was just noticing that the pain from before was gone, he looked at his arms in confusion. “What’d you do to me.” He took a step toward you, causing you to step back.

Laura stepped between you. “She used her powers to bring you back.” She put her hands on his abdomen to keep him back, obviously sensing the same thing you did, that Logan was not happy.

He looked down at her and his frown slowly disappeared. For a moment, it looked like he was trying to figure something out before he sighed. “So you’re a mutant?” He asked after what seemed like forever, something in his voice changed and you noticed that he didn’t seem as angry.

You nodded. “Yeah, and so are most of my coworkers.” There was about half of your coworkers that weren’t mutant, but believed that not all mutants were a danger to them, so they helped find the good ones and bring them to the facility while the hackers built them knew identities so that they could go on in the world. They were currently setting the kids up with others who would take care of them so that they could actually go out and be normal kids for a while, actually go to school and make friends.

“They’re helping us.” Laura’s voice was quiet. He looked between the two of you for a moment before nodding and taking a seat on the bed.

You began to explain to him what you and your team did, and that this was a safe place for all mutants to come and you would help them. For most of them, this was just a go between place, a place to lay low while they hid out from their old lives and got ready to start their new ones. But some stayed to help the system, like you had.

“So why’d you stay?” He asked you, obviously not believing that it was just a selfless act to help others.

You took a moment to answer, and for a second he thought you weren’t going to. “I have no one.” You answered simply, a sad look in your eyes before you pushed it away and cleared your throat. “My family’s gone, I don’t have any friends, I have no one. No reason to go out in the world and start a life. No reason to run. No reason to leave this place.”

“Sounds like a boring life.” Logan commented lowly, figuring you wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, but I’m okay with it. At least I get to help people.” You sighed and stood up. “I should leave you two alone and get back to work.” You smiled softly at Laura who got up and hugged you tightly.

It took you by surprise but you hugged her back before you left the room to go back to your work.

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[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

A/N: This one is a bit shorter. I needed to end it where it ends because the next one will be 'so much fun'! This is chapter 3! Also, I suck at creating titles or summaries.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3800+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Two

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

Y/N fell to the ground with a loud thud, groaning. Every bone in her body ached. The first deep breath was hard to do. The second was better. Why did it have to hurt like a bitch? Luckily, she didn’t smash her head against the floor. Concussions were not fun.

“Get up,” she heard Logan’s rough voice. When she opened her eyes, he was standing above her. From the ground, he looked like a giant. “There is no time for napping.”

“Very funny,” Y/N muttered. She sat up, blinking a few times, and then got up. “That hurt.” 

“Get used to it,” he said. Logan started to circle her, eyeing her figure. He needed to be sure she wasn’t hurt more than necessary. “What’s goin’ on with ya, kid? You seem distracted.” 

Y/N closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Fuck, he noticed. Little did he know it was all his fault. She looked at him through her dark lashes. He stood before her, fists clenched, but the claws weren’t present. While Storm or Kitty usually wore combat outfits for training, Logan would do it in jeans and that damn white tank top. She had a perfect view of his beefy arms and that damn chest. 

Of course, she wanted to get the boy back. She kept thinking about it every waking hour. However, this time, it was Logan who engulfed her mind. His scent lingered around her. 

She lunged at him, trying to hit his smug face. He was able to grab her whole fist and twist her wrist. Y/N roared from the pain. They were training. Of course, he wouldn’t be hard on her like they would in the real world. Still, it had to hurt.

“Come on, Y/N, concentrate,” he frowned at her. “Last training was better than this.” 

Thinking fast, she devised a strategy to help her put him on the ground. However, she didn’t know if it would work. She spun on her heel, wanting to hit his chest with her elbow. As predicted, Logan wrapped his arm around her chest tightly. “Now you are trapped, kid.” 

“Maybe,” she hissed. Y/N swung up her legs as high as she could. She used all her strength to yank her feet forward. She could feel how heavy this man was. Luck was on her side, and she threw him over her shoulders and on the ground. This time, he was the one who groaned out of pain. 

She held her balance. It was necessary to stay on her feet after a move like that. Losing balance would make her seem inexperienced. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, catching his breath. “I was not expecting that.” 

“Look how the tables have turned,” she laughed at him. The smile was gone when he tripped her legs, and she ended up again on the floor. “Fuck!”

Logan crawled on top of her. He held her wrists tightly in his grip above her head. “Look who’s laughin’ now. Instead of being amazed and proud of what you did, keep your head in the game and stay focused. Otherwise, you’d end up under the enemy, dead. 

Silence surrounded them. Their eyes met. Logan didn’t move away, and she didn’t protest. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The air got thick. You could cut it with a knife. It was harder to breathe.

His eyes were a darker shade of green with a hint of brown sparkling around the pupil. It reminded her of the woods on a sunny day. Logan was so handsome that she wanted to reach for his face and trace his features. What the fuck was happening? 

“Who taught you that?” he asked after a while. 

She came back to reality. “Some dudes back in the day,” she made a face. “It’s a long story. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would work, considering your whole skeleton is pure adamantium.” Her eyes travelled lower to his chest, scanning the popping veins on his neck and arm. 

Last training, Logan revealed something more about himself. When he told her about the adamantium in his bones, her face turned into something he found adorable. He couldn’t help it. The fascination radiating on her face got him. You are practically indestructible, she commented. 

“You sayin’ I’m heavy?” he raised one brow. When Y/N made a face, he rolled his eyes. “Rude.” 

“What?! I didn’t say anything,” she protested. Accidentally, she smashed her head against the floor, gasping from the mild pain. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“That’s what you get for being rude.” Logan laughed at her. He got up, holding a hand to her. “Get up before you hurt yourself more.” 

She took his hand and jumped up on her feet. Her hand rubbed the spot on her head that she had banged. “Yeah, karma is a bitch. Fucking hell.”

Logan put a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, kid? Seriously. You have been distracted the whole day. And it showed during training. It is the boy?” His eyes filled with concern. 

She took a breath through her nose. “Yes.” It was half true. He didn’t need to know. “It’s nerve-wracking when we still haven’t found much information about JJ. It’s been over a week. How hard can it be?” That last sentence was unnecessary.

“I told you it might take some time,” he said. “We need to be sure no one would die or get hurt,” he continued. Logan kept his voice calm. “You got out. They will do anything to keep the boy there if he’s still there.” 

She groaned, annoyed by that answer. It felt like things weren’t going as fast as she’d hoped for. They had superpowers. They could do almost anything they wanted. Why wait? “What if he dies? You know damn well what they do to us. I know what they did to me.”

There was no arguing that. Logan saw how beaten up Y/N was when he met her. People did horrible things to mutants just to find out more about the mutation and how to destroy it. Some would call it a modern genocide. 

The door to the Danger room opened, and Rogue walked in with a blue mutant. He had a tail and hoofs. He had a long beige coat and a hat on his head. Why was she that surprised? Hank was a big blue furry beast. This one looked like a blue devil.

“Y/N, this is Kurt,” Rogue introduced her to the mutant. “You haven’t met before.” 

“How was Europe?” Logan asked him when he approached the couple. 

“I was able to find smugglers who kept mutants in cells and sold them to labs and influential people,” he said with a heavy German accent. “There is a whole underground net operating around Europe and Russia.”

Logan glanced at Y/N and made a face. It was a sign to tell her that there were more of them suffering without any help. Would it be immature if she showed him her tongue? 

“The Professor wants to talk to you, Y/N. It’s urgent,” Rogue informed her. 

With a nod, she left the Danger room without a word. At least her heart would calm down for a minute. She glanced down at her clothes, leggings and a t-shirt. She sparred with Logan for an hour. You’ll have to wait, Professor, she thought. 

One quick shower later and a change of fresh clothes, she knocked on his door and stepped in. Charles was there alone, reading a book. 

“Take a seat, Y/N.” 

Again, she couldn’t read him. He always kept his face stoic, not giving away anything, not even showing anger or excitement. Her eyes followed his every move. 

“There is one urgent matter I need to discuss with you,” he started to talk. “I needed some time to be sure that what I’m about to tell you is true. I couldn’t explain it for years, and I think I might have the answer now.” 

She leaned against the backrest and listened to him. There was no point in questioning him. 

“I have talked to the rest of the staff about it, but they don’t know the result. I wanted to tell you first before I tell them.” When she didn’t give him any reaction, he continued. “I knew about your existence for years. When you were a teen, around the same time when you discovered your mutation, I found you through Cerebro. The plan was to bring you here, where you would become a student and study.”

It felt like a knife to her heart. Charles knew about her, and they didn’t bring her here? “Why didn’t you?” she whispered. 

“I wanted to. The plan was to send Hank to get you. All I needed to do was give him exact coordinates. But,” he stopped. Charles took his time to gather his thoughts. “When I wanted to find you, I couldn’t. As if you stopped existing. I didn’t find you as a mutant or a human.” 

“What do you mean?”

“For years, you kept slipping. One day, I’d stumble upon you, and a moment later, you didn’t exist. That’s why I couldn’t bring you here. I couldn’t find you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t get it. I never died. I didn’t do anything unusual.” 

Charles smiled. “For some time, I thought you were also a strong telepath. That would be the only explanation for why you kept slipping off. Since you came here, I’ve been observing-”

“You looked in my head without permission,” she stated. 

“It’s not as it seems, Y/N. I looked when your thoughts were screaming. I never look unless I don’t have to.” 

“Then what? What did you find out?” 

He sighed. “You are not a telepath. You keep closing your mind, protecting it, like you do with your forcefield. No one can get inside your head unless you want them. That is the reason why I couldn’t find you.”

She laughed awkwardly. “That doesn’t make sense. How could I possibly do this?” 

“Your mutation is about protection that keeps evolving with time. We don’t know what else could happen with your training. It’s been trying to protect your brain since the beginning. For example, if there were a mutant with the ability to hypnotise you, it wouldn’t be possible. Your power would protect your brain.” 

Her mouth was open, and she didn’t flinch. It was a ton of new information for her. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. Y/N leaned her elbows on her thighs and put her head in her palms. “Oh god, oh no. Oh, this is bad.” 

“Y/N?” Charles said her name gently. 

“All this time, I thought I got manipulated, and it turned out I did it because I was stupidly in love with that douche,” she said into the aether. Her eyes met the Professor’s eyes. “I did so many bad, stupid things in my life.” 

“I’m not going to judge you, Y/N. We all make mistakes and do things we are not proud of.” 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I was seventeen when I ended up with a group of people who did some awful things. Some of them were mutants, and some were humans. To survive, we would steal and ransack houses and apartments to get anything valuable out of there. There was a mutant who kept everyone under control. His mutation was hypnosis.

“I did everything he asked. I never questioned him once. He told me he loved me. He told me I was special. Before I ended up locked up, I found out about his mutation. My heart broke. He manipulated me. It turned out to be his hypnosis. Everyone used to be under his spell. After what you’ve told me, I can officially pronounce that I was madly in love with him and did all those things out of love, willingly.” 

“Love makes us do odd things,” Charles said. 

“Love makes us do stupid, fucked up things, Professor.” 

“I will not ask further. I will listen when you are ready to share your life.” 

“Honestly, I’d like to erase most of my memories.” 

Charles wheeled closer and grabbed one of her hands, patting it lightly. “I know how to do that. It’s your mutation that won’t allow me. Although, I’m not saying I would erase your memories if I had the possibility. The more you train here, the more powerful your mutation is.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back again. “Scott was right. You know nothing about me. How can you trust me?” 

“I simply do. I was able to glimpse inside your mind to gather some information about you before your brain blocked me from entering,” Charles admitted. “But you’ve told me you want to turn your life around. I believe you.” 

He believed. Would it be enough? What if the others wouldn’t be as understanding as Charles? The thought of seeing Storm’s or Kitty’s faces, disappointed and disgusted by her, made her stomach turn unpleasantly. What would Logan think? 

With a shaky breath, she glanced at Charles. Tears filled her eyes. It was hard to say it out loud. “I want you to read my mind,” she whispered. It was scary to let a telepath inside her head. 

“Are you sure?” 

She wiped the first fallen tear with a finger. “I did some terrible things, Professor. Things that should be punishable by prison or death.” He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Look inside and decide if you want to trust me. Look and tell me if you still want to have me here. I want this. I want you to see. I give you my permission.” 

Charles stretched his hands to Y/N’s head. He pressed two fingers on both of her temples and closed his eyes. She could feel him travelling inside her mind, wandering to places she hated the most. More tears escaped her eyes. More pain came back to life. She needed him to see, to know her, and to understand what she felt. He must know what that boy means to her, why she wanted to save him. 

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes once he finished. Was it fear reflecting in his eyes or disappointment? She didn’t know. 

“It was not your fault, Y/N,” he said after a while.

She shook her head, shaking. The tears were hot on her cheeks. “It was. I did all those things.” 

“No,” he said firmly. “You didn’t know what you could do. Many young mutants, when they come into this school, they experience something similar. It’s not your fault.” 

Y/N sniffled and hid her whole head in her arms, trying to shield herself from the world. “How can you trust me when you saw it all? There is blood on my hands.” 

Charles thought about it before he said: “You let me in. You let me see your past, the darkest days of your life. I could feel your pain, your fear and your anger. You think you are damaged, but you are not, Y/N. I saw what you dream of. You want peace. You want to experience happiness and freedom. You can have it now, here.” 

“When Scott learns it all, he’ll hate my guts to the maximum,” she stated. 

“Scott doesn’t hate you. He’s overprotective, I’d say.” 

Y/N bit her tongue. She didn’t want to be rude in front of the professor. They took her in and gave her a roof under her head. It would be disrespectful to talk badly about Scott Summers. 

Fuck, but did he get on her nerves. 

. . .

Logan was in the lab, looking at floor plans of the facility in Salem. He had his arms crossed over his big, hulking chest. His mind was elsewhere. His eyes were maybe staring at the screens, but something else was going on inside his head. 

Storm was observing him the entire time. She noticed he started to spend more time with Y/N. He agreed to train her, to make her stronger. They shared the same wit. It was funny to watch their conversations. She had to admit it was nice to see him like this. She heard him sigh and shake his head. 

“You okay?” she asked him. Her legs brought her closer to him. 

He spun his head to the side, raising one brow. “Why wouldn’t be?” he said roughly. 

“I just wanted to be sure,” she shrugged. “I’ve noticed some changes, you know?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Logan, and turned his head back to the screens. 

Storm had to laugh. “Come on, Logan. You used to be stand-offish, grumpy and now, well, I can’t say you are a rays of sunshine, but there has been a change. Why could that be?” she teased, grinning at the man. She brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face. 

Logan frowned at her. “Come on, Storm, what are we, five?” 

“It’s nice, you know?” her lips turned into a smile. “You care for her.”

He sighed. “I’m going to leave for a day,” he announced, skipping the other topic. “I need to go back to Salem. I need to take a look at the facility.”

“No,” she turned to him, pressing a hand on his chest. “We’ve talked about this. We’ll go as a team. It is not a solo mission.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I am not saying I’ll do it alone. All I need is to get a better look at the whole place. Maybe sneak in and try to locate the boy. I have to do something to get this mission going. It’s taking us longer than usual. What if I discover something that will help us? Or worse, what if I find the boy dead?”

Storm shook her head in disbelief. “We do these things as a team, remember?” 

There was no point in arguing. When Logan set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop. He stopped at the metal door to the lab. “If someone asks, I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, he was gone. 

He thought Storm would stop him. He thought she would call the Professor and the rest of the team, forbidding him to go. Nothing happened.

Logan went to his room, grabbed his brown leather jacket, and ran back down. The sooner he’d leave, the better. Logan was never the one to sit and wait. He was tired of waiting. They sent him once to get the kid and failed. This time, he wanted to do more. 

His eyes found Y/N walking from Charles’s office, looking like a bag of unhappiness. He could smell the dry tears on her face. “You alright, kid?” he had to ask. 

Y/N’s eyes lifted. She brushed her hair away from her face. “Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said plainly. 

“What’s with the tears?” he pointed at her face when he approached her. 

She noticed the jacket on him.  Was he leaving? It gave her a perfect opportunity to change the topic. “You going somewhere?” 

“Uh,” he scratched his nape, trying to come up with something. “I need to take care of some things.” 

There was something fishy about it. Y/N squinted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what kind of things?” He would have mentioned something to her during training, right? Why was she thinking like this? He didn’t owe her anything, not even an explanation. He could do whatever he wanted.

Logan realised he couldn’t lie to her. Not now, with those red eyes and puffy cheeks. “I’m going back to Salem.” 

Her mouth opened. “I’m going with you.” 

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m doing this alone.” 

She put her body in front of his, not letting him go anywhere. Her soft and worried features hardened. “Logan, you promised,” she pressed her hand firmly against his chest. “You promised me you’d take me.” 

He sighed. He knew he should have taken a different way out. “Look, Y/N, I promised to take you on a mission with us. It is something I have to do alone. I need to get us more data to move on. Understand?”

“No,” she stood her ground. “You are going back to Salem. You are going to the lab. I’m going with you. I know the place. I can help you, Logan.” 

“Y/N,” he warned her. “You are not ready-”

“Bullshit, Logan. I know I’m not the best. I know I need more training.  But, fuck, you know damn well I am ready to do anything to get JJ. So, for the love of god, take me with you.” 

“Fuck. Fuck!” Logan cursed under his nose and brushed his wild, dark hair with his fingers out of frustration. “You are a stubborn woman, Y/N.” He didn’t like this one bit. Plus, he knew the team would get angry when they found out where they went. 

“It was time for you to learn something new about me,” she smirked at him. 

Logan sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll take you with me. However, you will listen to what I say. You will do as I say, you hear me, kid? I don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

Y/N winked at him, and a big, bright smile appeared on her lip. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“It’s going to be a long night. I’ll meet you at the garage in five minutes. Hurry up before anyone knows,” he said. “Put on something warm. The nights are colder.” 

She saluted him and ran as fast as possible up to her room to put on something comfortable. Y/N packed a denim jacket and put on a warm hoodie. The jeans she wore were stretchy. Also, the sneakers were a good choice for that day. There was no time for anything else. The last thing she was able to grab was a few dollars. 

Afterwards, she ran to the garage as he said to meet her. Her heart was out of control. She could feel it in her throat. Things were moving forward. Fucking finally! No matter how it all would end, at least she was doing something. 

Y/N got to the garage and looked around. She found Logan standing by a black Audi. It wasn’t new, but it would do.  Who owned all those cars? There were many in the garage. “You are on time,” he said. 

Y/N found a motorbike near a wall. It was a black and brown Harley. It looked familiar. “Wait,” she pointed a finger. “Didn’t I fall from the bike?” 

Logan opened the door to the driver’s side. “Twice,” he said. “Come on. We have to move.” 

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LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

A/N: And here I am, still writing and I am here for it. I am actually trying a lot here.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: mentions of blood and torture

Summary: Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell'.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story includes mentions of abuse.

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter One

LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

Y/N was lying on the grass, enjoying the warm sunlight rays. Her right hand was in the air as she tried to make the force come out in a ball-shaped form. She finally made some progress.

Charles helped her train in his office. He aimed to teach her to make a protective shield around another person. Two weeks in, she made some progress. But the goal was still far away. On the other hand, she did learn something new. 

The ball-shaped forcefields were bewitching. Y/N could admire her power up close. It was a thin blue layer of radiant energy with a hint of silver sparkles. Beautiful. She hoped to get better and become useful. Now, she had the chance after all those years. It brought tears to her eyes for many reasons. 

If only I could get you out. 

The nightmares appeared every night. They changed, playing twisted games in her sleep. It was hard to close her eyes. Her past, her present, it all got mixed. They were suffocating her. And his face kept coming back to her. 

“How’s it going with her training?” Hank asked the Professor. He was standing at the window, watching Y/N in the distance from the office. 

Some of the teachers, the X-Men, were present, discussing the newest addition. The last one who entered the conversation was Logan, smoking his cigar. One look from the Professor, and he extinguished it against his palm. He gritted his teeth when he felt the burning sensation on his palm.

“She’s making progress,” said Charles with a smile. “We still have a lot of work to do.”

Storm walked to a window, watching the kids enjoy the sunny afternoon outside. And there, far away, she noticed Y/N practising her little forcefields. “Her ability is convenient, powerful. She would be great on missions.” 

“That is the plan. I want Y/N to be able to protect other people, too. She can create the forcefield around herself and in smaller forms. It might take us more time before she reaches her goal,” said Charles. 

“I don’t like her,” Scott confessed to them. “There’s something off about her.” Everyone’s eyes were on him. 

“What, that she doesn’t want to let anyone in because she doesn’t trust easily?” Storm glared at her friend. 

“She’s not telling us something.” 

“Would you tell your life story to a group of strangers you know for two weeks?” Kitty added. “If there is something off about her, the Professor would tell us.” 

Charles sighed and turned to his friends. “There is something I need you all to know.” 

“He, there it is,” Scott grinned. 

That single sentence got everyone’s attention. Charles wheeled into the middle of the room, eyes looking at every person present. Logan frowned. Storm was intrigued, and others kept their faces neutral. 

“Years ago, when I had been searching for more mutants, I managed to find Y/N. At that time, she was a teen who happened to discover her mutation. The plan was to bring her here. I wanted to send Hank to get her.”

“Why didn’t you?” Logan asked. 

The Professor sighed. “She kept slipping off.” 

“What do you mean?” Jean asked, confused. 

“When I wanted to find her location, she was nowhere to be found. Not as a mutant or a human,” Charles explained. “I thought she died. And then, months later, I stumbled upon her again. As I tried to reach her, she slipped again.”

“Oh, right,” Hank said. “I remember you thought there was something wrong with Cerebro.” 

“The Cerebro was fine. Until this day, I have no idea how it kept happening.” 

“So, she’s a telepath?” Bobby asked. 

Charles shook his head. “There was a time when I believed she was. It would make perfect sense. Only strong telepaths can shut their minds. That would explain why I couldn’t reach her.” 

“So, when you saw her the first time since Logan brought her, you knew who she was. You didn’t need to read her mind?” Storm chimed in. Her eyes kept staring at the Professor.

“That is true. However,” Charles turned to face Logan. “The fact that you found her was a mere coincidence. You two happened to be in the right place at the right time.” 

He didn’t comment on it, only shook his head in disbelief. “Is that all, Charles? Or is there more to this story?” He suspected that the Professor wasn’t telling them the whole truth. 

“This is all you need to know, now.” 

Groans echoed around the office. That answer didn’t bring enough satisfaction. What was he not telling them? Logan was ready to push his buttons. He needed to know more. Everyone deserved the truth. With a sigh, he stood back. “Why so mysterious?” 

“I will tell you more once I have more answers,” said Charles calmly. “For now, all we need to do is to help her train. She wants to be better. She suffered enough, and she wants to turn her life upside down.” 

“She asked you not to read her mind,” Jean raised a brow. 

“I don’t need to read her mind. We talk a lot when I teach her. I promised not to look in. When I met her, it all came screaming at me. All you need to know is I trust her.”

Scott scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “That’s it?”

The meeting ended shortly after that. Everyone dispersed around the school. Logan’s legs brought him outside, his eyes quickly finding the young woman far away, resting on the grass. 

For the last two weeks, he didn’t talk to her much or see her for that matter. He observed from afar. Logan noticed how she started to open up to some of his friends. She tried to get to know each member of the school. Storm, Kitty and Rogue spent most of their time with her. With them, she was able to laugh freely and smile. Damn, that smile. He wanted to see it more.

He frowned. Why did he think that?

He saved her ass, and now she felt like a magnet. He tried to resist, but it was hard. Would it be that bad to know her more? He brought her here, where he promised she’d be safe. And from what he had learnt, Charles knew about her existence for a long time. 

Sighing, he moved forward. He took out the cigar that he hadn’t finished and smoked on his way to her. His eyes lingered on her body, eyeing her from head to toe. Compared to their first unexpected meeting, she seemed relaxed and happy. The bruises were gone. Only faint scratch marks remained.

Her hand was still in the air, creating small forcefields. The need to talk to her got stronger.  As if she were a water that would extinguish Logan’s thirst. Fuck, he wanted to know her more. 

“Hey, kid. How’s the trainin’ going?” he asked when he was close enough for her to hear him. 

Y/N turned her head to the side, eyes locking with his. “It’s fine, I guess,” she said with a fleeting smile. “I am trying to figure out how to make a forcefield around another person,” she explained. 

“Any luck?” he leaned against the nearest tree. He held the cigar with his fingers.

“No,” she sat up. “I got better at creating it in the shape of a ball. It still does glitch. But it’s a step forward. If only I knew how to project it around another person.” 

“It cannot be that hard,” he raised a brow. “It looks so easy.” 

She laughed at that. “If only. It requires a lot of concentration and energy. I can protect a person if they are next to me. I can wrap us into the forcefield. That’s about it.” 

A gentle smile appeared on Logan’s face. “Like you did when I took you out of that dive bar.” 

Her eyes widen. “Oh yeah,” she nodded. “I forgot about that. It was wild. I remember fragments of that day. Shit, the last days before you brought me here are kind of hazy.” She stood up from the grass and wiped off her lower back and ass. 

Logan’s eyes followed her every move. “Wanna walk with me?” the question was out before he could think about it. Even he was surprised he had asked that.

“Sure,” she nodded. “I wanted to explore the estate a little more.” 

Side by side, they walked away from the school and the noise. The estate reminded her of a gigantic park filled with trees, surrounded by nature and peace. She noticed there were well-trodden pathways. The students must have walked around the place many times.

“How did you get to that bar anyway?” he had to ask. 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I kept walking until my feet brought me there. All I knew was to get as far away as possible.” 

He took a deep breath. “What happened to you?” 

Y/N bit her lower lip and looked somewhere away. “Um,” she hesitated. Was it wise to share it already? “I escaped a lab. I was a guinea pig for five years,” she admitted. 

“What?” It was hard to believe what she said. Why was he so surprised? He had his suspicion about this before.

“Yeah,” her eyes were focused on the ground, ashamed of the story. “I’m surprised they didn’t kill me. Five years to keep a mutant for an experiment is a long time. Before you ask, I have no idea how I managed to survive the torture and imprisonment for that long. Those years are a blur.” 

“Shit,” he sighed. “Sounds like a hell of a life.”

Y/N lifted her head, scanning Logan’s face. “The Professor didn’t say anything to you?” When he shook his head, she was impressed. “And here I thought you would already know about everything.” 

“It’s your story to tell, Y/N. It’s up to you if you want to share it with us,” said Logan. 

Out of nowhere, she started to giggle. Logan didn’t understand what was funny. “You know, you don’t seem that kind of a guy who does this a lot. But it’s nice.” 

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He took another drag of the cigar. And Y/N laughed a little more. “When did you discover your mutation?” 

The smile disappeared. “I was around fifteen when it happened,” Y/N replied. “And it started a life full of misery and darkness.” One of her hands reached for a tree, mapping its texture with her fingertips. After all those years locked up in a lab, she never thought she would feel nature under her hands again. 

Logan didn’t question further. He noticed it was a heavy topic for her. She wasn’t ready to give him the details. Somehow, Logan felt he was the only person, except Charles, who got information about her past. 

“What is your mutation?” It was her turn to ask questions. She wanted to know more about Logan. Even though his rough exterior told the story of a withdrawn, grumpy man, he had the softest eyes. Were they green? They seemed like it. 

They stopped walking. Logan turned to her and brought his hand to his chest. When he closed it, three metal blades slid out of his skin. 

Y/N’s mouth opened. “Shit,” she cursed. “Does it hurt?” 

“Every time. I’m used to it by now,” Logan said. “They are made of adamantium.”

“Adamantium?” 

“One of the strongest metals on Earth.” 

Her fingers reached to the claws. Logan’s eyes followed her moves. She wanted to touch them. Before she could, she put her hand away. “Sorry, it’s just fascinating.” 

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, that’s a first,” he commented. “No one said anything like that before.” 

“I’m sorry,” she took a step back. “I didn’t want to overstep. Never had much opportunity to admire other mutations.” 

“It’s fine.” The claws retracted into his skin. Y/N’s eyes noticed the wounds instantly close and disappear. Her hands quickly reached for his hand, fingers caressing the spots where the lesions would be. 

Logan couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. It’s been a while since he felt such a gentle touch on his skin. Her hands were soft and delicate. He cleared his throat. “I heal quickly. In a matter of seconds,” he explained before she could ask. 

Her eyes lingered on his hand until she realised what she was doing. “Oh, sorry,” she let him go and hid her hands behind her back. “That was rude. I am so sorry.” 

She made him feel things he hadn’t experienced in a long time. It made him flustered. “That’s okay, kid.” 

The intense moment ended, and they moved forward. Y/N’s face was burning hot, embarrassed by what she did. Her mind focused on the trees and the pleasant weather around them. The air was warm even though it was autumn. The leaves were sparkling with a range of colours, coming from green to yellow. Some of them were red. It was her favourite season of the year.

“I’ve heard you save mutant children,” she changed the topic as they approached the school grounds. 

“Charles finds them, and some of us would collect them,” he explained. “I was on a mission to get a child that needed our help. Unfortunately, it was a failure. The facility was a trap. I was glad I got out. Later that night, I stumbled upon you.” 

Y/N pressed a hand against her chest. “What facility?”

“The one hidden in Salem,” he replied. “Why?” 

Y/N felt as if her soul left her body. All colour drained from her face. “Oh god,” she brushed her fingers into her hair. “It’s my fault,” and then she hid her face in her palms. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he turned his body to her. “What are you sayin’ there, kid?” 

It took her three deep breaths to look him in the eye. He wasn’t angry. It looked like he was concerned. “I was locked there, in the lab, for some time. I escaped a few days before we met.” Panic bubbled inside of her. “I know who you were looking for. I know the kid.” 

That night, that moment, it all came rushing back. It was like a movie, reflecting in front of her eyes. She felt it all: the pain, the horror happening in front of her eyes. She knew the child. He helped her escape. And she couldn’t take him with her. His screams echoed inside her mind. 

Logan gripped her shoulders. “Y/N, look at me.” He said her name for the first time. That did the trick, and she looked up, eyes meeting his. “There you go. Take a deep breath.” He could see she was listening.

“I have to tell you what happened,” she whispered. “You need to know. It’s my fault you went to a trap.”

Logan brought her inside the school. His hands rested on her shoulders as he walked with her through the hallway. When something happened, all the teachers would gather around immediately. Professor X would call them to his office. 

He helped Y/N take a seat on an armchair. A bottle of water appeared in front of her. It was levitating in the air. It was Jean’s doing. 

“What’s going on?” Hank was the last one coming inside, closing the door behind him. He had a white lab coat on him, and his glasses were on the tip of his nose.

“This better be good,” Scott scoffed. His hands were wrapped around Jean’s shoulders, holding her close. 

“Stop being a dick, dude,” Remy scowled. “Keep your mind shut.”

Y/N glared at Scott. He was the only person who didn’t sit right with her. That’s why, most of the time, she would ignore him. Luckily, he was sweet to Jean. 

She grabbed the floating water bottle and took a sip. “Logan told me about the failed mission,” Y/N started to talk. Her voice was low and timid. “He told me he went there to get out a child. He went to a facility that was in Salem - the same place where they held me.” 

Charles tilted his head, listening carefully. His face remained neutral. No one could read what he thought.

“I know the kid,” she told them. “His whole body can stretch as he wishes.” 

“Elasticity,” Hank stated.

“How did you escape?” Kitty’s voice interrupted the stream of Y/N’s thoughts. 

“There were five of us locked in that lab. We were in cells designed to suppress our mutations. It made sure we wouldn’t harm anyone or try to escape. That changed when they brought in JJ.” 

“JJ?” Logan questioned that name. 

“Jerome Junior,” she explained. “For an eleven-year-old, he was cunning. Because he was the youngest, he had the most energy. The rest of us were barely holding on. 

“Never underestimate a child. That’s the greatest advice I’ve learnt in there. I don’t know what happened or how he did it, but the doors to our cells opened. Somehow, he was able to get us out. That’s when hell on Earth started. To get out, we destroyed the place.” 

Y/N could feel the smell of chemicals and fire around her. As if she was back there, trying to get out of prison. 

The pain in her body was excruciating. After all those years of experiments and torture, she was almost free.

There were bodies on the floor - killed guards and scientists as well as two other mutants who shared the hell with her. They got them before she could put a forcefield out to protect them. So much blood was on her hands and face. When she looked down, there were red puddles. The smell was nauseating. 

“Let’s go,” one of the mutants shouted. The man was bleeding from his thigh and arm. 

“Where’s JJ?” Y/N asked, looking for the kid. She lost him during the fight. “I’m not leaving him here.” 

“We don’t have time to get the kid. They’ll kill us if we don’t leave!”

She was turning around, trying to find a way to get to him. “I said I am not leaving!” 

“Fuck this, I’m out,” said the mutant and fled the scene without anyone else. 

Limping, Y/N ran out of the destroyed lab and walked through the hallways until she found a swarm of guards holding the child. Guns pressed against the boy’s head as they put a collar on his neck. It beeped once, and a tiny light turned green.

JJ’s eyes found Y/N standing on the other side of the room. He did one last thing before they packed him into a truck - he shook his head. It was a sign for her to leave. Her vision blurred as tears hit her eyes. The boy got them out, and she couldn’t save him. 

“I tried to get him, save him, but they took him away,” her voice broke. She let the tears fall. “He was eleven, for fuck’s sake. He somehow got us out. I wanted to do the same thing for him, and I couldn’t.” 

“How do you know it was him?” Jean asked. 

Y/N thought back, trying to get to the point when she realised he opened the cells. “I remember him stretching his fingers. He must have found a trigger on the table that opened the doors.”

Ororo reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You did your best. You tried.” 

“It’s not enough,” she shook her head. “Even now, I feel like a traitor.” The story was not over. “When I left the building, I wandered for a few days,” she continued. “I got some old clothes and hid everywhere - in the woods, old buildings. Without energy, I happened to injure myself more. I even took a fall before I found the dive bar. My body was in pain, my head a mess, and I don’t remember much when Logan got me out.” 

Silence spread around them. They all let the information sink in.

“When I came to the facility,” Logan started to talk. The attention was on him. “Many soldiers were guarding the place like their own eyes. They were ready to kill anyone who approached the building. I managed to get in but never got far away,” said Logan. “The place was a mess. As if a bomb exploded inside.” 

“It doesn’t make sense,” Kitty spoke up. “Why would they keep the place highly secured if it got damaged and took the child away? Think about it. Maybe they’ll use it as a cover-up. No one would think that the lab was still active.” 

“Kitty’s right,” said Bobby. “In the end, there are only two options. Either they did take him away, or he’s there, well hidden from the world.”

“They did it to evoke confusion,” Jean added to the conversation. 

“Scott, Jean, try to find as much information as possible about the facility in Salem. We’ll be better prepared to take him out of there,” Charles gave instructions.

Y/N jumped on her feet, letting the water bottle drop on the floor. “I’ll go with you.” All eyes were back on her.”I have to get him out.”

“You need to train more,” said Scott strictly. His hands fell off Jean. “You’ve been here for what two weeks? Forget about it. You’re not going on this mission.” 

“Mind your tone, Scotty,” Logan warned him with a snarl. 

“She doesn’t know how to fight or use her ability. She’s a newbie, a trainee. I will not put anyone’s life in danger because of her,” he pushed himself from Jean and approached Y/N. “If we go to get the boy, she’s staying here. Period.” 

Logan was close behind Y/N, ready to step in. But she stood her ground, not afraid of the Cyclops.

Jean reached for Scott’s shoulder. “That’s enough, Scott.”

Y/N approached Scott with one long step, glaring at him. “I survived a lot of things in my life. You don’t know what I am capable of, so don’t underestimate me, Cyclops. And don’t be a dick. I’ve never been rude to you, never did anything to you. So don’t raise your voice at me. I am not afraid of you.” 

“Oh yeah?” he challenged her. “You better start talking about your past life then. We know nothing about you.” 

Her fists clenched hard until her knuckles were white. There was a lot of anger building inside of her. And it showed. The forcefield started to glitch around her. 

“You can’t even control your power, Y/N,” Scott mocked her. “Look what you are doing.” 

“Y/N, please, calm down,” said Charles calmly. “Same goes for you, Scott.” 

She closed her eyes and took a step back, relaxing her posture. She knew better than to get riled up. When her blood pressure lowered, she looked at Scott again, shaking her head in disbelief. What a dick!

Turning on her heel, Y/N left the office without another word. Her walk was brisk, taking long steps to be outside as soon as possible. Of course, there would be a person who would make her freedom difficult. 

I will get you out. 

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked through the driveway to the estate’s main gate. She didn’t want to leave. She needed to walk and think. 

Y/N wanted to get little JJ out of that hellhole before it was too late. Fear crawled through her back, tapping on her head. What if they kill him before they get there? He saved her life. He helped her escape. It’s her turn to return the favour and secure him a better life here in a school for mutants. 

There was another thing that drove her to save the boy. But she didn’t want to open that door. After all those years, it was painful to think about it. 

Fucking bitch! How could you?! Cries were echoing in her mind. Psycho! Murderer! 

“Y/N,” she heard Logan’s voice behind her. That made her halt and sigh. “You okay?” 

She pressed the bridge of her nose. “Yes,” she said. 

“You are full of shit, ya know that?” he laughed. “Just admit that you are pissed.”

She spun around. Her eyes could kill. “I’ll get JJ with or without help. I don’t give a shit what you say. I will be the one who will get him out of that place.” 

“I know,” Logan nodded, understanding. “I won’t be the one who’ll stop you. If I were you, I’d do the same thing. And I would  punch Scott in the face.” 

She couldn’t help but giggle. “You have your way with words, Logan.” 

“I was thinking about becoming a motivational speaker,” he shrugged and smiled at her when he made her laugh again. “Bobby was right. We only have two options, and we must prepare before we leave to get the kid. I was there. I saw how many guards were securing the facility. One or two people won’t do it. We need a strategy.” 

“All I want is to help, get him out of there so he can have a better life than I ever had. I don’t want him to experience that much torture. I need…” she started to choke on words. “I need…” Tears escaped her eyes as she felt the pain inside her soul. Was this a panic attack? Her heart was beating fast. The world was crumbling down. 

Logan was quick enough to close the distance. His hands found her shoulders. “We will get him out. You hear me, bub? I can’t tell you when. We must prepare for the mission and gather information. We won’t make it far without a strategy.” 

She gripped his flannel shirt tightly, holding for dear life. “I worry he’ll be dead.”

He shook his head. “You said he was cunning. He’ll find a way to survive.” Without thinking, he pressed her body against his, holding her. “While we are planning, you’ll be training your power and how to fight.” 

She closed her teary eyes. As much as the hug was unexpected, it was comforting. “Promise me I’ll go with you.” 

Logan nodded twice. “I promise.”

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