Writing My Life Away

Scott Summers and Alex Summers x Reader

Summary: All it took was meeting you, and Scott was in love. Through his excitement he introduced you to Alex, and he would regret it for the rest of his life. Because, well, you weren’t marrying Scott, you were marrying Alex. 

Warnings: None

A/N: I’ve been listening to the Hamilton soundtrack again, and hearing Satisfied made me think of the Summers boys, so here’s a fic based on that song, which you can listen to here X  The POV’s are a little wonky, but I wanted to create different effects for the past and the present. 

Also, this is written with female pronouns, but I mean no offense! This is just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any preferred pronouns, so just lemme know!

Scott couldn’t breathe. He knew that today was going to be a rough day, but there wasn’t much he could’ve done to prepare himself. His lack of air wasn’t from the packed room, it wasn’t from the men in suits standing next to him, it was from you. Scott had imagined you walking down the aisle more than he liked to admit, but the way you looked put all of those scenarios to shame. 

You looked beautiful, your wedding dress fit your body perfectly, you were radiant. The elegant fabrics of the dress didn’t draw away from you, or how your smile lit up the room. The audience was dead silent as they watched you, and Scott couldn’t blame them, you had taken their breath away. 

Scott forced himself to glance at his brother standing next to him. Alex acted how a groom should, his smile was the widest Scott had ever seen on his face, and his eyes were glassy. Scott’s gaze moved to his feet. He was suddenly thankful for the choice to have the wedding outside, because the soft breeze was the only thing keeping him from sweating. Shifting his gaze from his feet and to you, Scott’s heart clenched as you shot a wink at him, reaching the alter shortly after. Though it was forced, Scott smiled at you as your attention shifted solely to Alex. 

Scott glanced around at the audience. The crowd was composed mostly of students and family, since the rest of the X-Men were a part of the wedding. Scott was close with the rest of the team, and he knew that Alex and you were as well, so it made sense that they would be a part of this monumental event. 

It was strange seeing Scott’s own family scattered throughout the crowd, their attention fixed on Alex, and pride on their features. Scott should’ve been proud of his brother for finding such a unique girl, but all that lined his spirits was regret. 

Charles was serving as the officiant for the wedding, and as the ceremony progressed his voice was faint to Scott. Scott had thrown himself into the past, and suddenly all he could think of was the first time he met you. 

“Excuse me?” a sweet voice rang out from behind Scott. 

A bit startled, he turned on his heel, looking down at a bright eyed beautiful girl. He raised an eyebrow at the girl he had never seen around the school before. 

“Sorry to bug you, but I’m new here, and was wondering if you could show me to Charles Xavier’s office?”  the corners of her mouth flicked up in a smile as she spoke. 

“Sure,” Scott smiled down at her.

Smiling back, the girl extended her arm to him, “I”m (Y/N).”

“Scott,” he said, shaking her hand. 

(Y/N) fell into a walk beside Scott, and he couldn’t help but notice the extra hop in her step. She seemed genuinely excited to be where she was. Scott smiled to himself before speaking again.

“You know, most students around here tend to be more cautious before talking to me,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Until lately I didn’t exactly have the best control over my powers.”

“That’s not your fault, is it? I doubt you’re the only one like that,” (Y/N) glanced at Scott, and for the first time in a long time, Scott felt that he could trust someone. 

As they walked down the hall Scott noticed Alex in the distance, and his heart suddenly began to pound. 

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” he said, gripping (Y/N)’s hand and pulling her through the hallway a little faster.

“O-Okay,” she stammered, letting Scott pull her. 

After leading (Y/N) in the direction of Alex for a short distance, Alex noticed them. Scott waved as Alex smiled in his direction. 

“I have someone I’d like to introduce you to,”  Scott said as he reached his brother.

“(Y/N), this is Alex. Alex, this is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” Alex said, stretching his hand out towards her.

“The pleasure is all mine,” (Y/N) said, shaking his hand firmly. 

“I was just showing her to the Professor’s office,” Scott said, even he had noticed that his excitement was showing, and he tried to reign in his unusual talkativeness. 

“I was just headed there actually, I can show her the rest of the way so you can get back to what you were doing,” Alex said, casually sliding his hands into his jacket’s pockets. 

“That would be great,” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Whatever works,” Scott said.

“See you around little brother,”  Alex said before beginning to walk away from Scott. 

Before (Y/N) moved she shot Scott a confused look, “Little brother?”

Scott nodded, “Yeah Alex is my brother.”

(Y/N) grinned, “Good to know. I’ll see you around Scott.”

Scott smiled and waved to her, watching as she caught up with Alex, walking away with him. Little did he know that (Y/N) would be doing a lot of that in her future.

Scott snapped back into reality, pushing the memory far down into his gut, his chest ached. Scott unintentionally had zoned out for the majority of the ceremony, but one specific line hit him like a ton of bricks.

“You may kiss the bride,” Charles’s voice filled the room.

Scott looked over his shoulder just in time to see Alex clasp (Y/N) face in his hands and slowly lower his lips to hers. Scott had never seen his brother cry before, but sure enough, Alex had a trail of tears streaming from his eyes. It wasn’t until Scott looked to you that he noticed the same thing. In that moment it was as though you and Alex’s love radiated through the room, slowly breaking down the walls Scott had put up. 

Scott stared at the ground, tuning out the cheers as they erupted throughout the room. Scott knew his brother better than he knew anyone. He knew that all he would have to do was tell Alex how he felt, and he would call everything off. He knew that Alex would say he was okay, but he also knew that Alex would be lying. 

Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary: Logan had found a peaceful life with the reader, they lived on a small ranch, somewhat isolated from the rest of the world. Logan had tried to forget his past, but thinking that Victor Creed would forget him was a foolish hope. One particular night Logan and the reader are faced by two deadly threats, and Logan not only has to fight for his life, but for the reader’s as well. 

A/N: I will never not love rancher Logan, too precious. I messed with the timeline so that he would remember Victor, so there’s that. Oh, and I wanted to include a dog in this, because why not? I hope that me naming it doesn’t bug you, but I would rather see the name Bandit than (Y/D/N) over and over again, if it does bug anyone, please let me know so I can fix it for the future. 

Warnings: Language, blood and gore

Also, written with female pronouns but please don’t take offense! This is just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any preferred pronouns so just lemme know!

You loved it when you were the first one to wake up. Seeing Logan sound asleep right next to you was a sight that would never get old. The few golden rays of sunshine that came in through your window landed upon his dark hair, making it shine. You smiled, wiggling your way closer to him until you could rest your head on his bare chest. Logan stirred slightly, but just enough to wrap his arms around you. 

“Morning Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gravely.

“Good morning,” you said glancing down at the dog at the foot of your bed.

The dog’s head perked up at the sounds of your voices, his pointy ears turning toward you. 

“We have a lot to do today,” Logan said, running his hand up and down your arm.

“I know,” you sighed, tilting your head upwards and planting a kiss on Logan’s cheek before siting up. 

You stretched your arms before sliding out of bed, Logan doing the same. You shuffled out of your bedroom with your pajamas on, your bare feet sliding along the cold wood floors of your home. Your house was small, but it had all the space the two of you needed, well three including your dog, Bandit. You soon reached your kitchen, crouching down to pull a loaf of bread out of your cabinet. After inserting two slices of bread into your toaster, you turned on your stove before preceding to pull a cartridge of eggs out of your fridge. 

The sound of paws on the floor followed by footsteps caused you to look towards your bedroom, sure enough revealing Logan followed by an all-too-happy dog. Logan wore a familiar flannel, jeans, and boots, and you could see the outlines of his muscles as he walked. You smiled at him as the toast from before popped behind you. 

“Getting a start on that fence?” you questioned, drumming your fingers on the counter-top in front of you. 

Logan nodded, walking next to you and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“If I’m lucky I’ll get it done today,” he said.

The two of you needed to fix your barbed-wire fence, the winter had been hard on it and it had fallen down in several places. It kept unwanted animals out, and it was important that you finished it soon. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” you murmured as you turned to face him. 

“I’ll be fine,” Logan held your gaze.

“And be safe by the trees,” you added.

Logan nodded, beginning to walk out of your house before you hollered at him.

“Wait, you need breakfast,” you grabbed the toast out of your toaster and handed it to him. 

Logan took the food from you gratefully, “I’m leaving Bandit with you.”

“Deal,” you said watching as Logan exited the house, your dog looking at you and wagging his tail.

You smiled down at your pet before continuing your morning routines. After eating breakfast and feeding your dog, you walked back into your bedroom. Pulling open one of your dresser drawers and taking out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Once you had your new clothes on, you grabbed your boots, sliding them on and pulling your hair back. 

Bandit looked up at you with perked ears, ready to start the day. You scratched behind his ears before exiting your house. Once outside, you began your walk towards your small barn. The sun was warm on you as you walked, but a cool breeze still provided a brisk environment. The barbed-wire fence beside you swayed ever so slightly as you walked, the tall grass on the other side following suit. You averted your attention from the scenery and looked towards the small barn now in front of your face. 

As you swung open the large door, you noticed how the paint was chipping on both sides. 

“Another job for another day,” you murmured to no one in particular. 

After studying the contents of your barn, you began your daily activities. You glided through what you needed to do just like any other day. It wasn’t until you were checking the fence line next to your horses that you noticed something was strange. You glanced down at your dog, whose fur had bristled. You noticed that all of the usual chirping of birds had stopped, and the horses near you had started to pounce around uneasily. You got a bad feeling in your gut, you spoke to your dog.

“Lets go find Logan.”

As if your dog was agreeing, Bandit started to walk in the opposite direction from which you had came. You only had to cross a couple of hills before the familiar tree line appeared at your side, hiding who knows what. The fence next to you was to mainly keep cows out and horses in, but you decided to jump over it anyway, wanting the little protection it offered. Your dog crawled underneath with you, on high alert. 

You walked for a couple more minutes before you saw the familiar head of dark hair in the distance. Logan’s back was facing you, but the sight of him relieved you of some of your fears. Once Bandit noticed Logan he took off like a bullet, and you watched with a smile on your face as he playfully jumped on Logan. After calming the dog Logan looked to you, still a couple of yards away, he smiled and waved in your direction. You smiled back, and your pace intensified, soon enough you were being squished into a tight embrace by Logan.

“What brings you out here Love?” Logan asked before releasing you. 

“Just wanted to come check on you. Things have been...off,” you said.

“I noticed it too,” Logan said, picking up his hammer off of the ground and turning back towards the fence. 

“Can I help you?” you asked.

Logan looked to you, large smile on his face.

“I love you,” was all he said.

Taking that as a yes, you began working with Logan on the fence. The two of you worked together as an efficient team, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. In between your small talk and endless jokes, time passed rather quickly, and the two of you got a lot done. Before you knew it the sun started to dip down, and you had finished the section of the fence you wanted to get done. 

You stretched your arms behind your back, “I think we did pretty good.”

Logan opened his mouth to respond, but growling of your dog prevented him from doing so. Mere seconds later, a loud howl erupted from the forest in front of you. With wide eyes your head whipped to Logan.

“We’re leaving, now,” he said, swiftly picking up the box of staples and hammer on the ground. 

You walked in the direction you needed to go, grabbing a wood post that you had discarded to the ground, mostly because you didn’t want to leave it, but partially for self defense. As you stood up your attention turned to the forest right in front of you, with a chill you realized that a pair of yellow eyes was looking at you. Your heart stopped, and slowly you backed up, but the pair of eyes in front of you was getting closer. You raised the wood post in your hands.

“Logan-” you began, but the wolf lunged. 

With horrifying speed the animal jumped over the fence, directly at you. The wolf’s jaw enclosed around the post in your hands, it’s paws hitting your chest and pinning you to the ground. Now fully revealed, the wolfs brown fur shone in the light. You cried out as your breath was pushed from your lungs. The crushing weight of the animal left you pinned down, but it was abruptly relieved. 

You whipped your head to where the animal flew, standing up abruptly. 

“Logan,” you cried as you realized who it was who had tackled the wolf off of you. 

Logan’s claws were outstretched, the metallic weapons made you realize how serious the situation was. You never thought of how deadly Logan could be, whenever you saw his claws it was because he had a nightmare, not because he was fighting for his life, or your life. Bandit was frantically running around the two, growling and barking at the predator that Logan had pushed to the ground. 

You watched in horror as the wolf sank its fangs into Logan’s forearm. Logan cried out, but slashed down with his free arm, sinking his claws into the wolf. The wolf instantly went limp, and without thinking, you ran. Logan’s attention was on you instantly, and you barreled into his arms. 

“Are you alright?” he asked you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Am I alright? Are you alright?” you asked frantically, grabbing his arm and inspecting where the wolf had latched on.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, and sure enough the wound on his arm was healing as you spoke. 

Your eyes locked with his as you said, “Wolves don’t travel alone.”

Logan nodded, “We’re getting out of here.”

Without another word the two of you started running, running towards your house. It wasn’t until five more wolves emerged that you had to stop moving. Your heart hammered in your ears and you could barely breathe. 

“Get behind me,” Logan said.

Doing as instructed, you watched as the wolves started to circle around you. Logan stared down the wolves, waiting for one to engage, waiting for something to happen. Your dog growled, standing in front of you protectively. 

“Damn, I guess the wolves beat me to it,” the foreign voice from behind you made you whirl towards it.

As your eyes fell on a man in a black coat, you noticed that every bone in Logan’s body had doubled in tension. 

“Who the hell are you?” you exclaimed.

The wolves around you continued to circle, but didn’t engage. It was as though they were waiting to see what the new predator would do. 

“Aw, you didn’t tell her about me?” the mysterious man said, but he was talking to Logan. 

“What do you want Victor,” Logan snarled.

Your shoulders tensed, you didn’t know what was going on, or who Victor was. Logan rarely talked about his past, and you knew him well enough not to pry. 

“That’s easy brother...” you jaw nearly dropped open as he spoke, “I want revenge.”

Victor let out a primitive growl before jumping over the wolves, and straight for Logan. The force of the impact caused Logan to smack into you, sending you flying backwards. Sprawled on the ground you groaned, only to realize the wolf flying towards you. You barely had time to scream as your dog intercepted the fatal attack. 

The wolf cried out as you stood up, grabbing the wood post from earlier. Your dog had latched onto the wolf’s neck, and you ran over, swinging the post at the animal and watching it go limp, just for another set of claws to sink into your leg. You gasped in pain, swinging your makeshift weapon down on the new wolf that had attacked you. The wolf didn’t give up, its teeth dug into the back of your calf. You screamed in pain, sinking to the ground. 

Your dog was fending off the other three wolves, and you couldn’t see Logan or Victor. Your senses were dulled, and all you could focus on was the pain in your leg. 

“Not like this you bitch,” you gasped, swinging your weapon back at the animal and knocking it’s grip loose. 

The wolf jumped at you again, but you intercepted the blow with a kick from your good leg. The wolf whined, but didn’t give up until another good hit from the wood post. You didn’t have time to appreciate the damage you had done, you had other wolves to account for. Not to mention the ear piercing scream that emerged out of nowhere.

Sure enough, Logan’s voice erupted throughout the hills in agony. 

“Logan!” you screamed, trying to stand up, but tumbling back onto your knees. 

“No, no, no, no,” you cried, a steady trail of tears falling down your face from both pain and fear.

You heard your dog behind you wince, quickly followed by a sickening thud. You twirled around to see Bandit limp at the end of a fence post, the new found darkness made it so you couldn’t see where he was hurt. A wolf jumped towards the defenseless dog.

“No!” you screamed, throwing the post in your hands at the animal. 

You succeeded in stopping the animal, but now it and its companions were turned towards you. The remnants of the pack growled, advancing towards you.

“Scram mutts,” Victor’s voice erupted through the tension. 

The wolves did as told surprisingly, avoiding the attacks of a new threat.

Turning your attention to him in terror, you asked, “Where’s Logan?” 

“Isn’t that cute? The princess is worried about her brute,” he spat.

Your fists clenched at your sides. 

“He won’t be getting up any time soon,” he said, and without another word he advanced on you, sinking his claws into your shoulder.

You exclaimed in pain, helpless as he pushed you to the ground and hovered over your face. Fangs bared, he lowered his head to your level and hissed in your ear. You squirmed in his grip, but to no avail. Victor took one of his claws and sliced down your arm, drawing blood. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see, all you could do was feel the pain you were in. 

“You’re sick,” you managed.

“I’ve been called worse-” Victor’s words were cut off abruptly.

 “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

Logan’s voice was like a beacon of hope. You moved ever so slightly, squinting your eyes so that you could see what was happening. Logan was standing over Victor, who was clutching his side. Logan’s clothing was blood-soaked and shredded, but he held strong. His claws were extended and his knuckles were red.

“Go to hell,” he growled at Victor.

“I’ll see you there,” Victor gasped, and before he could say anything else, Logan’s claws went straight through his chest. 

You watched as Victor’s body went limp. You felt something wet touching your ear, and you turned to see it was your dog’s tongue. Tears of joy erupted form your body, seeing that everyone you loved was okay was all you could ask for. 

“(Y/N),” Logan exclaimed, reaching you as quickly as he could. 

As he reached you Logan pulled you to him as softly as possible. 

“It’s going to be alright Sweetheart,” he said, gathering you up into his arms before standing. 

You could see the pain in his features, you could see how afraid he was. With a good amount of effort you were able to raise your hand, cupping his cheek. 

“My hero,” you mumbled.

Logan’s body was so warm against yours, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep peacefully. 

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking. 

“I love you too,” you managed. 

Logan lowered his lips to yours, pulling you against him tighter. You knew he would have a hard time letting go from now on, you knew he would tell you everything, and you knew you would only love him more. 

“I’m going to get you home,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.