The Chappell Roan To Wolverine And Deadpool Pipeline Is So Real, Like They Were Knee Deep In The Passenger

The Chappell Roan to Wolverine and Deadpool pipeline is so real, like they were Knee deep in the passenger seat, genuinely

Painkiller

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

It’s that sort of day when the deep seated pain of having a metal coated skeleton sinks in, the way it rubs uncomfortably, the itch of his claws, waiting to pop out through his knuckles.

He shifts back into his recliner, waiting for the warmth of the cabin to sink into his bones, he smiles when he sees you toddle down the stairs.

“Da!”

“Hey sweetheart”

You continue to make your way over to his armchair, a bit wobbly, usually used to being carried over

“Sorry, Daddy’s having a bad day, I’m hurtin’”

You nod, crawling gently in his lap, suckling on a pacifier he had painstakingly decorated for you, a stuffed badger sitting in your lap

“S’ okay Da.”

You smile up at him, nudging the front of your pacifier into his bearded cheek to replace a kiss, he smiles back, pressing his own kiss to your forehead, cradling you into his chest, his muscles loosening at the warmth of you, he lets it seep into his bones, relishing in the feeling.

You shift slightly, turning to press your head into his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders

“Is it because of what the bad people did?”

He shuts his eyes, sighing deeply, he rubs a hand up your back, humming a low ‘yes’

“It’s okay to hurt Da.”

His breath hitches, he can feel tears prick at his eyelids

“I know, you’re too good for me honeybee.”

You squirm, winding your way out of his arms, there’s a furrow to your eyebrows, your head is cocked as you suckle angrily on your pacifier, you shake your head

“No”

You lisp, objecting his statement with a garbled ‘you deserve love, Da’

He squeezes your hand, turning you on his lap

“Why don’t you go get your toys? Play some while Da gets some shuteye, I’ll put cartoons on for you.”

You nod, stumbling off of the recliner, he jumps forward, steadying you

“Careful”

You nod, wobbly shuffling over to the set of rickety draws near his staircase, kneeling to shuffle through it. Logan thought it better to have most of your more played with toys and colouring books downstairs considering how much more time you spend on the lower level of the Cabin with him.

You can hear him shifting back into his seat, grunting as his spine cracks.

You shuffle through the colouring books and dolls, settling on a big box of duplo Logan managed to get for you, using Charles’ credit card as petty revenge for an argument he got into with the man.

You drag it over to the recliner, plopping down in the softly carpeted floor, quietly opening the tub of Lego in favour of not waking Logan up, relaxing at the sound of his snoring, losing yourself in the vibrant colours on the tv and the click clack of plastic.

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It’s clear that it’s been a fair few hours since Logan fell asleep, the sky has grown purple and you’ve grown restless and hungry. You wobble over to Logan’s recliner, settling in his lap, cautious of startling the man, you gently wake him, carefully shaking his shoulder, calling his name until he stirs, grumbling sleepily.

He blinks at you tiredly, waking himself up, he cradles your head with his worn hand

“Mornin’ Bee”

You smile

“S afternoon Pa!”

He peers out the window, eyebrows raising

“Sure is, I haven’t slept that well in many years, thank you honeybee, my little painkiller”

You giggle, preening at his cooed praise, startling when your stomach rumbles angrily, He smiles, patting your belly

“Let’s go get some food in my baby, hmm? Sound good?”

You nod, letting him up off the recliner to shake off his stiff limbs, before he picks you up, painlessly.

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Thank you so much for reading, another self indulgent Logan work that has been in the making for way too long, I promise, all my drafts/requests will be uploaded soon! I hope this will suffice for now my loves! （＾ν＾）

shouldnt love be enough

Worth It

Logan (James) Howlett and agere!reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

I’m being honest this made me quite emotional, the x men movies had a large impact on my life, especially the Logan and wolverine movies, they got me through a few dark spots. So I’m sorry if you get sad or cry, I did too, but it will get happier :)

I’m honestly really bad at characterising ironic characters like Wade, so forgive me if he’s a bit ooc

If you haven’t watched the Logan movie or the newest Deadpool movie this is my warning! Do not read any further if you don’t want spoilers! There are spoilers in this work!

TW/CW: references to Logan’s death, angst, grief, swearing, “Bad” Logan from the Deadpool 3 movie, fluff, obviously where Logan died in Wade and Readers universe, the Reader died in ‘bad’ Logan’s universe, if that makes sense

“Your eyes are just like his, but your face is a bit different”

You lay your bag on the ground, shifting to lie down on your side, you brush your fingers against the cold rocks piled up over Logan’s grave, tears glob over your eyelids, gasping in wet breaths.

Your body jolts at the realisation that you’ll never see him again, you’ll never watch cartoons with him again, never have his warm hand rub over your shoulder again.

You lay until your bones ache and your knees creak, waiting, hoping, that just maybe he’d dig his way out of the pit, alive and warm. A hand rests on your shoulder, you jump, turning, you’re face to face with a red mask

“Wade!”

You cry, pulling the man into a hug, you hear the puff of air leave his chest

“You little ankle biter, why are you here alone?”

You whimper, alone, that’s right, everyone’s gone, you expect him to crack a joke, but he doesn’t, he just stays, quiet, a rock for you.

You offer him a shaky smile when he jokes about how late it is, offering you a night at his apartment, you comply, quietly walking next to him, thankful to have a friend.

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A night at Wade’s apartment turns into 5 years at Wade’s apartment, although the man’s a little odd, he keeps you safe, fed and happy.

You’re sat on the carpet, kicking your socked feet, colouring in a picture of a cat, you look up at the sound of the door unlocking

“Wade!”

You wave at the man as he stumbles in, balancing a McDonald’s bag in one arm, holding his keys and a few knives in the other

“Hi bug”

You grin at the nickname, a little peculiar, but so was Wade, you zero in on the brown paper bag in his hand, eager and nosy

He drops it on the table and you feel your stomach grumble at the greasy, but oh so delicious smell

“Hungry?”

You nod, eyes big and puppy-like

“You eat anything today?”

You feel warm, cared for

“Apple slices! N some peanut butter”

He squints, clearly not all that impressed

“I’ll pack up a breakfast and lunch for you tomorrow, don’t want you touching any knives”

You frown under your pacifier, dejected, you suppose he wasn’t being unreasonable, you did nearly cut your hand with a small paring knife

“Sorry”

He slouches into the old couch, pulling your happy meal out of the bag, along with a cheeseburger, he passes you the box

“Don’t worry.”

You both dig in, hungry. Finish up, playing with the little toy that came with the happy meal, Wade leans down to grab your rubbish, after wiping a blob of ketchup off your lip, you smile up at the man.

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It had been a dreadful two days, Wade was gone, nowhere to be found, at first you wondered if it had anything to do with his birthday, maybe he just needed time away, but Wade had never left you alone this long since he took you in, you were panicking, feeling your adult state slowly slipping away.

You thumb at your stuffed animals ear, nervously waiting, praying that something hadn’t happened to the only person you had left.

You whip around, listening closely to the murmur of voices outside, Wade? And someone else, you couldn’t quite make out their voice.

You jump up when Wade unlocks the door, barrelling at him, you grip at his back, your tears soak into the spandex.

“Woah, what’s wrong”

You hiccup

“Thought you died”

Wade rubs a hand down your back, clearing his throat, only just realising what an impact his potential death would have had on you, considering how close he actually was to dying.

“Shit-“

You tap his shoulder, light, but a warning, he lets out a puff of air

“Sorry, bad word, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that again.”

You grumble, He nods, pulling away, he turns you away from him, so you’re looking at the hulking man stood next to him, you blink owlishly, frozen in place, his eyes widen as he takes you in, you gasp wetly, you scramble against him, your small cry’s turning into heaving sobs, his gloved hands rest on your back, he calls your name.

You peer up at him, your face flushed and streaked with tears, he lifts you up, his own tears soak into your shoulder

“Da?”

He hums, his throat scratchy

“I missed you”

His breath catches

“I missed you too honeybee”

You were glued to Logan for the evening, holding his hand and following him around like a lost puppy, trailing after him when he left to go change.

He picked you up, rocking you on his hip while a lullaby played on Wade’s tv. Pressing a kiss to your forehead when you drifted off.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I just remembered that Honey Badger actually is a character in the X-Men comics, she’s X-23s sister, I completely forgot, just to make it clear, if I call Logan a honey badger, it’s just a silly nickname 😭 I just wanted to prevent any confusion

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