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Night Terrors

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 （╹◡╹）

In this work Logan’s cabin isn’t far from Xavier’s School :)

TW: Logan has sleep paralysis in this one, blood, trauma, Logan’s Adamantium claws

He can feel the thrum of his rabbiting heartbeat in his chest, he can feel the rippling, burning hot metal bubbling and sizzling under his muscle corded arms and legs.

He can hear his grunts and cry’s of pain, he can hear Stryker’s voice, a venomous rumble to it.

He jolts, partially awake now, coming to the startling realisation that he can’t move, he’s used to the nightmares by now, but this one’s different. Blinking up at the pale ceiling of his cabin bedroom, feeling sweat bead down his forehead.

Logan grunts when he hears your cry’s, hiccuping and sobbing, he squints, desperate to move, to comfort you

“Daddy!”

You weep, he can feel your small hands pressing against his arm, scrambling to wake him up, he looks over at you, only able to see the top half of you, he grits his teeth at the state of you, teartracks and bloodshot eyes, you’re so flustered, unsure.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, your eyes start to droop, he still can’t move, he bares down, gritting his teeth, anything to get his muscles to wake up.

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Logan jolts upright, his breath panting and heaving. He turns, his first thought being you, he thumbs over your cheek, waking you up, you blink owlishly up at him, you’re so pale, he furrows his brows, he looks down at the sheets pooling around his waist.

His eyes widen at the dried blood staining the white sheets, he pulls them away, his breath stutters when he sees the gash marks in your thigh, peering down at the metal claws peeking through his knuckles.

They retract, he jumps out of bed, wrapping you in the stained sheets before he’s running out of the cabin, a small emergency bag chucked over his bare shoulder.

He sprints, bare feet padding over tree roots and autumn dried leaves, you paw weakly at his chest, feeling too young and tired to put up any real fight.

He bursts through the door of Xavier’s school, you squint at the bright lights of the campus building, whining, Logan shushes you, a sympathetic hand pushing back your hair as he frantically searches for the med-bay, praying to anything that will listen, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Hank, awake, but hunched over a desk

“Please, help”

His voice is the weakest you’ve ever heard it, he lies you on a cold medical table, squirming, you whimper

“I’m sorry honeybee, so sorry”

His face is contorted with pain, Hank jumps up, shuffling around to grab gauze and thread, Logan presses a plain pacifier into your mouth, one he’d urgently snatched from the emergency bag.

He was occupied in keeping you awake, the last thing they needed was you fainting from blood loss, he thumbed over your palm, his hand large and warm against yours, he rumbled about promises of whatever food you’d like, sprawling shopping trips for any and all of the toys you wanted, he promised whatever you wanted, to make up for the three scratches crawling up your leg.

Your pupils pinballed as tears dripped down his cheeks, running into his beard, his breath staggering as he came to terms with how much he’d hurt you, how sick from pain you looked, the ghastly scars that will be left, the scars he gave you.

Nausea spilled into his stomach when you cried out, scrambling to get away from the threaded needle Hank pokes at your tender leg with.

“I know angel, I know it hurts, Daddy’s so sorry”

He huffs at your whimpers, his brows crinkled in distraught. He presses a kiss to your damp forehead when Hank announces he’s done, wiping away the drying blood from around the stitches before wrapping it taught in gauze.

You shift, cuddling into his side, wrapping a muscled arm around you, he growls when Hank approaches, you peek over Logan’s shoulder, intrigued, tired eyes landing on the jar of colourful lollies and sweets in his hand, he holds his hands up, surrendering.

Logan softens when he spots the jar mottled with candy, he lets you reach a pawing hand over his shoulder to grab at the sweets, Hank holds out the jar even when you pull your hand out

“Take a few more, you were really brave.”

You don’t hesitate, grabbing a few more lollies.

Logan pulls you up, but now you’re wrapped up in a clean, thicker bedsheet, Hank insisted, claiming that the other one was stained beyond repair and too unhygienic. After a quick but detailed explanation of how to take care of the wound and prevent extensive scarring, you’re waving a dopey goodbye to Hank over Logan’s shoulder. You drift off, clutching at the man.

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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated

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hihihi!!! I just wanted to tell you, I just read one of your agere fics (Painkiller, the one with Logan) and hooo you really did make a name for yourself in there (/ref, lh.)

on a more serious note, that one's the only actual agere fic ive seen with Lo, and I must say I loved every word. got me feeling soft and fluffy and cuddly now. I'm patting your head rn:} (/silly, nf)

Thank you sm anon! The Gambit reference made me giggle (^^) you’re very sweet, I’m glad you liked my work! Thank you!!!! There are many more Logan (and other characters) agere fics coming out soon, I do have other Logan works on my master list if you wanted to read more! Much Love!

I love the little scent detail you write with cg!logan :33 and him calling reader kit omg <33

Thank you! I kinda nicked the scent thing from the comics, it’s canon that he has a heightened sense of smell! And I know a lot of parents rave about the “baby smell” and that animals scent their baby’s and use it to locate them, so I thought it’d be sweet if Logan enjoyed the smell, like it’s familiar to him.

I’m honestly not completely sure if Wolverine baby’s are called pups or kits, but I enjoy fics where people use the fact he’s called “Wolverine” to give him animal like characteristics, sorry for rambling on but I’m really happy you enjoyed those little things I included :)

Another post where I align a certain character with a song I enjoy because it’s fun

Anyway, Logan is so “Shout” by Tears for Fears, like, if you get it you get it, if you don’t, you don’t.

“Those one track minds, they took you for a working boy”

X-men Origins: Wolverine.

When Stryker has his bones plated with Adamantium and plans on erasing his memory and turning him into a senseless weapon.

“They gave you life, and in return you gave them hell”

X-men Apocalypse.

He’s freed and hunts down Stryker’s men, regaining a part of his past, and his humanity.

That’s all, thank you for attending my TedTalk.

TW:Opinion

This probably isn’t a “hot take” it’s not even a lukewarm one, but Scogan (what the fuck were we thinking when that ship name was made) is the OG Queer Logan ship, and it’s better, I’m sorry, I only speak the truth here. Poolverine is great and I love it, but the early 2000s era of Scott and Logan was cinema and I’m obsessed, also, Jean was there, and I love her. So, that’s why Scogan is better.