LOGAN

This is insane for my head to get around at the moment, but I just want to say a few things about the xmen and wolverine series since I’ve just watched logan. Okay first of all, I was born in 2000, when the first xmen movie was released, meaning I didn’t start watching until I just turned 3 years old. The first xmen DVD was in my Christmas stocking and it was my all time favourite film until xmen 2 came out, and then it all repeated. Now I’m here, 3 months from turning 17 and still wrapping my head around the fact that wolverine and professor X has now came to an end. My childhood was completely surrounded by Marvel, no matter what movie I loved it, because it made me feel something that nothing else ever could. It made me feel accepted, that it was okay to be different. So all my life up until now, at this very moment I have always watched, liked and talked about whatever made me happy, whatever made me feel accepted no matter how much people thought I was weird, or different. Because of the first film I had ever enjoyed, the first movie that happened to be xmen, I am who I am today. So this post really just expands on the fact that I know I’m not alone with this feeling, and I will never be able to express how grateful I am for marvel, the the actors and actresses and the creators, because without them, life would of been so different for me. So in honour of Logan, Charles, Erik and every other xmen old or new that made the movies so special, thank you.

Love Like You

(This contain spoilers from the movie ‘Logan’)

 Logan x POC reader

@whitefangedrose

Scared.

He’s dying.

You watched as Logan enters inside the broken down compound, stumbling around as he took hard breaths as he walked passed you and Caliban. There are blood stains on his dress shirt, still bleeding.

He drops the medication bag for Professor Xavier on the table as he goes into the bathroom.

“Something is wrong with him.” Caliban spoke. “You know it.”

“Why because I’m an empath?” You question.

Caliban was right. You’re an empath. You knew Logan was keeping things from you and him. You felt it everyday.

Depression.

Confusion.

You slowly enter the room as Professor Xavier was having his bad days. He was sitting in his wheelchair, moving around and rambling words he heard from a Taco Bell commercial. Advance stages of Alzheimers. You were hit with waves of confusion and agitation. 

“Hello Professor.” You smile softly at him.

He stares at you. “Who are you? Why am I here?”

Professor Xavier didn’t remember you today.

Cheerful.

It was the first time you seen Professor Xavier in such a good mood in a long time. The first time he was acting like his former self. All because of this little girl.

Laura.

She had to be at least 11 years old. The child didn’t speak a word but you felt that she was feeling comfortable around you and Professor Xavier. Logan didn’t want anything to do with her.

“Logan, she’s a child.” You whispered angrily. “We’re not abandoning her.”

“She’s not our responsibility, y/n.” Logan snaps. “Our lives were fine-”

“Our lives now is beyond fine!”

Protective.

Laura became tense and agitated very quickly. A man came inside, slowly approaching the two of you with restraints in his hand. You hear the familiar sounds of snikt. You looked down at Laura’s hands, in disbelief as you saw two pairs of claw blade emerged from the little child’s balled up knuckles.

Rage.

You weren’t surprised when Logan explains that Laura was his daughter. Even a blind person could clearly see that. Apparently, Laura is his clone. 

“She’s your child.”

“y/n ,I didn’t ask for this.” Logan grunts. 

“Neither did she. You’re the only parent she has in this world.”

Helpless.

Panic.

Your body could barely move as Professor Xavier started to have his seizures again. It was worst than before. Almost as worst than the one he had a year ago.

Your legs felt heavy as you took a slow step towards Laura, who was on the ground, using her claws to move to Professor Xavier. You needed to protect her. You didn’t care about the guns pointing at you.

Two days. He skipped his medication for two days. You were reasonably angry at him. He endangered not only his life, but yours, Logan and Laura’s. 

“You could’ve gotten us kill, Charles!” You yell. “You almost did.” Tears spill down your cheek.

Finish us off.

Safe.

Comfort.

The Munson family were the sweetest people you ever met. They filled that void you had been feeling for a year. 

When you were alone, you felt Logan’s arms wrap around you. He places a kiss on your temple. He always harbored those feelings towards you.

You found yourself in the guest room Professor Xavier was sleeping in, just to make sure he was okay. Laura came in a few minutes later and slept in your lap. 

Distress.

Fear.

Rage.

Everything became so chaotic. Your heart stops as you watch the blades disappeared into the Professor’s chest. He gasped in surprised. Laura screams and attacks ‘Logan’. He tosses the child against the wall and you felt sharp pain in your stomach. 

Laura never stops screaming.

Anger.

Chaotic.

Due to being an empath, you not only felt others emotions but imitate mutations around you as well. Your body starts heals, Laura is still screaming. You see the Munsons lying dead. Charles barely holding on to life. You went to find Laura. She was in restraints. Logan fighting a younger version of himself.

Grief

Frustration

The three of you buried Charles in a small lake. It wasn’t the ocean but you assumed he’ll be at peace now. Logan wanted to be alone. He always wanted to be alone. He blames himself. Self-pity and blame is all he felt. He wants to leave Laura but you won’t let him.

“Why you being fucking selfish?” You shout.

“Look at what’s happened, y/n! I have all this blood on my hands and I’m fucking sick of it!”

Hatred.

Logan’s body was getting worse. It was the metal embedded onto his skeleton poisoning his blood. 

“You’re dying, Logan. I know it’s the adamantium causing blood poisoning.” You said to him. “Your body can’t handle it anymore.”

He didn’t speak to you.

Guilt.

Safety.

The kids at Eden were very nice and resourceful. Logan has been asleep for two days but he was plagued with his usual nightmares. Laura has similar ones too. She would ask you in Spanish to stay with her until she fell asleep after a nightmare.

Rage.

Chaotic.

You decided to go with Laura and the other children across the border. You told Logan that you’ll come back.

He didn’t talk to you.

Then they came for the children. Men chasing down the children. They were going to kill the children. You ran as Laura held your hand tightly.

Then you fell onto the ground as a stray bullet penetrates through your legs. You scream out in pain. You tell Laura to go. But she didn’t. The child went into a complete feral state and all you felt was her rage.

Enraged.

Logan came for her. Logan came for you. 

He fought against the younger clone version of himself but he was being over-powered. Logan was in pain. And you felt rage. The clone impales Logan on a large tree bark. You felt sharp pain bursting out of your own hands.

Bone claws.

You started to fight against the clone, feeding off its own emotions. You didn’t see it as a human being. You didn’t see it as Logan. You saw it as an monster. A monster that needed to die.

Heartbroken.

“Daddy…” 

You cradled Logan’s head. Your tears fell from your eyes onto his face. His breathing was labored. He looks at you then to Laura. 

“So this…is…what…it…feels like…” Logan whispers.

You smile sadly at him. “When I see the way you act,” You started to sing to him, to ease his pain. “Wondering when I’m coming back, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you.”

He was feeling loved. At peace with himself for the first time in so long. 

“I love you, James ‘Logan’ Howlett.”

“I know y/n. I do too.”

Loved.

You buried him and gave him a small funeral. 

As you and the others were starting to leave, Laura removed the cross from his grave and repositioned it so it was an ‘X’. 

You smile softly.

He was the last living X-Men. 

“I miss him.” Laura says. 

logan: shut up you stupid fucking old man take your fucking pills why don’t you ever stop talking and shut your fucking mouth i love you and want to take care of you i will protect you until the end of time fucking dipshit wheelie looking prick looking yolk looking dick fuckin ghell 

caliban:

Mutants… They’re gone now.

“A man has to be what he is. Can’t break the mould (…) there’s no living with… with a killing. There’s no going back from one. Right or wrong, it’s a brand. A brand sticks. There’s no going back. Now you run on home to your mother, and tell her… tell her everything’s all right. And there aren’t any more guns in the valley”