#logan request

Asked: @the-shadow-of-atlantis​: Logan and Night

Fandom: Marvel / X-men 

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Notes: I just pictured this happening at night but night isn’t a huge theme….

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“STOP!” her voice was a snap back to reality. A pull back from the brink. Logan stood there blinking at the small girl standing before him. The stench of blood still in his nostrils as he snarled warning the girl to back away. But she took another step forward her hand out. 

“You saved me” she whispered her hand outstretched, each step was slow, testing his limits. She treated him like a wild animal. 

Because in many ways he was. 

Logan didn’t remember much, flashes of red, screams, the sent of blood (not his own). And her. Her large eyes wide with fear as she cried for help. 

“Where am I?” he asked looking around, his bear feet deep in the snow. 

“Update Seattle,” she whispered kneeling down her fingers just inched from his arm. “I can help you. If you’ll let me” her eyes never leaving his as her hand grew closer. A golden light-emitting. 

Logan looked down to see the large knife sticking out of his arm. Snarling he reached for it. 

“Wait!” she tried to stop him only to have him rip the blade out more blood, this time his, dripping down his arm. She gripped his arm and he felt a warmth spread over his body. He grunted in surprise the feeling much more soothing than his own healing.

“I don’t remember” he muttered watching her.

“You saved me, these men tried to take me. You somehow knew I needed help and saved me.” she said again looking up at him, “I owe you my life.” her large eyes shining with the light of the moon. Her whole body seemed to glow with its reflection as it’s opal rays illuminated the snow around them. 

Gently he brushed her hair out of her face. “It’s nothing kid.” 

10 years later. 

“STOP!”

Logan froze, his claws only inches from her throat. He didn’t even recognize her at first. All grown up. But her eyes, those eyes still had that large knowledge to them. The light of the dark moon seemed to set them alight. 

“I’m not the one you’re after,” she said a slow hand gripping his own. “I’m just here to help the hurt.” 

Slowly he backed up eyeing her, “You’ve grown up.” 

She fought back a smile nodding. “It happens, for some anyway.” He took a step back looking down at the cop that was now passed out beside them. His wounds no longer there. “We need to go before more come,” she said nodding toward the cop, her hand still on his. 

“Not really sure where.” 

She smiled a bit of a mischievous glint in her eye. “I have a safe house.” 

He nodded letting her lead the way through moonlight night. 

-GET TAGGED!- 

Sure, I’ll write this as a prompt, thank you for requesting! Remember this is my first time writing for Logan, so bear with me if he feels a bit out of character or something :P Sorry if it’s a bit short, and that it took ages to post! TOT

Logan turned to me, taking a bit of a breather from the battle. He nodded in my direction, his eyes looking me up and down.

“You okay, rookie?” Ever since I recently joined them, he always called me like that, but I didn’t mind it.

“Yeah” I grinned, even if I was still a little out of breath. “How’d I do?”

“Not bad” Logan tilted his head slightly, even if his eyebrows arched in recognition. “I’m kinda impressed” 

“Just kinda?” I scoffed, flirtatiously pushing my hair back and staring at him.

He shrugged, but his eyes wouldn’t leave mine either. And I could swear there was the smallest hints of a smile playing on his lips.

“That’s a lot coming from him” Charles muttered, walking ahead to lead us forward and continue our advance.

“That’s right, I impressed Logan no less” I tapped his strong arm as we walked, causing his smile to come out for real. “How’s that for rookie?” 

“Don’t get your hopes up, gorgeous” Logan patted my shoulder. “That was the easy part”

“Was it now?” I smirked, amused when he returned to his deadpan expression.

“Yeah” 

“Whatever you say, oh great Wolverine” 

“Don’t call me that” Logan stared at me with intensity, but there was no trace of anger in his dark brown eyes.

“Make me” I arched my eyebrows, defying him. Logan cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but was cut off before he could speak.

“Can you two stop flirting?” Scott interrupted us as he passed by, following after Charles. “We have a mission to do”

“Sure” I started walking away to reunite with Charles and the others.

But I felt Logan’s eyes on me the whole time, and when I looked at him over my shoulder he dedicated me a flirtatious smirk.

He'd been sitting out on the front steps of the old log house he'd owned for decades but hadn't had the chance to use, watching animals run around and blissfully not thinking. He was aware-always aware-but he didn't have to do anything. A red squirrel wasn't going to find a way to kill him while it foraged for nuts. The only sound he really cared about was the steady heartbeat coming from his bedroom.

So he was still asleep.

The wood creaked as Logan stood, he'd made sure it could handle his weight but damn if the wood didn't let him know it was not happy when he sat. His feet thudded softly against the floor as he walked to the kitchen, not bothering to quiet his steps as he made his way around and grabbed eggs and bacon from the fridge. It wasn't fancy but neither was he.

In twenty minutes he had enough eggs to feed them both three times over, same with the bacon and as he grabbed a plate, the distinct sound of small feet made its way down the hall and crept closer and closer. Logan hid a rough chuckle behind the sound of clearing his throat and turned just in time for the two arms that would have gone around the backs of his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

He was smug about it too, half a smirk on his lips when he saw the surprised and maybe slightly disappointed look on his lover's face.

"I told you, you can't sneak up on me."

The man draped around him pouted and it was adorable; the grumbling laugh that shook it's way out of him said as much.

"You could at least pretend to be surprised."

"I'm not that skilled an actor bub," Logan slid the plate onto the table, freeing his hands so he could wrap them around his partner's hips. " 'sides, this is a better view."

The way the young man in his arms blushed made him grin like a fox in a hen house before he set him down.

"Thanks for breakfast babe," he replied with a grunt and placed a kiss on the top of the young man's head before he sat in one of the mismatched chairs at the small wooden table. The legs screamed under his weight. He was starting to take it personally.

There was a rustle coming from the fridge as a small glass bottle was pulled from the cold rectangle and the sound of paper and plastic ripping and crinkling.

"Need help?" He'd fished a cigar out of his pocket and was in the process of lighting it when the sound reached his ears.

"Yeah, I'd appreciate it." When they'd first started dating, when the HRT had started it had been a big...thing between them. Logan wanted to help, wanted to be in the room. His boyfriend wasn't too keen on it. It had taken a lot of long conversations and a therapist to get them to the point where if Logan asked if he could help, he was met with a yes.

He got up, food forgotten and took the syringe and filled it deftly. In less than a minute he'd finished the injection, smushed a bandaid onto the small point of blood and had his other half squarely in his lap, a mouth full of eggs and smoke circling the two of them in lazy swirls.