I5uckersblog - “Timeless Icons & Marvel Moments”

Growing Pains

Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Rogue is transformed into a five-year-old girl. Logan, stepping into an unexpected role, must care for her until a cure can be found, forging a bond that will forever change their relationship.

The mission had been straightforward—or at least it was supposed to be. Infiltrate the lab, shut it down, and get out. But Logan knew better than to trust “straightforward” when it came to their line of work. He and Rogue had been paired up for this one, her powers making her a perfect counterbalance to his ferocity. They worked well together, two forces of nature who understood the danger and the stakes.

But nothing could have prepared Logan for what happened next.

They had been moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground lab, the faint hum of machinery all around them. Rogue was beside him, her gloved hands ready to absorb whatever threat came their way. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow a potential enemy.

Then they found the heart of the lab—a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology that Logan couldn’t even begin to understand. At the center of it all was a scientist, his back turned to them, frantically working at a console.

Logan acted on instinct, charging forward with a growl. But the scientist was ready. He slammed his hand down on a button, and the room was suddenly flooded with an intense, blinding light. Logan’s senses went haywire, his claws still extended as he tried to reach Rogue.

“Rogue!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the light.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over. The light faded, and Logan blinked away the spots in his vision. The lab was silent. Too silent.

He looked around frantically for Rogue, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw her—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly.

A little girl, no older than five, sat on the floor where Rogue had been. She had auburn hair that was wild and tangled, and her big, green eyes were filled with tears. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened.

“Rogue?” he asked, his voice low and rough, hoping against hope that he was wrong.

The little girl looked up at him, sniffling. “L-Logan?” she whimpered, her voice small and scared.

Logan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. Somehow, that bastard scientist had turned Rogue into a child. He didn’t know how, and right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her out of here and figuring out how to fix this.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Logan said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.”

He scooped her up into his arms, and she immediately clung to him, her small hands gripping his jacket like a lifeline. She was so light, so vulnerable, and it made something deep inside Logan twist painfully. He had always been protective of Rogue, but this was different. This was like someone had taken his fierce, independent teammate and replaced her with something fragile and scared.

He made it out of the lab and back to the Blackbird in record time, his thoughts racing. He radioed ahead to the mansion, his voice urgent as he spoke to Beast.

“Hank, we got a situation. Rogue’s been hit by some kind of device—turned her into a kid. I’m bringing her back. Get the medbay ready.”

“Understood, Logan. We’ll be ready when you arrive,” Beast’s voice crackled through the communicator, calm and professional, but Logan could hear the concern beneath the surface.

The flight back to the mansion was silent, Rogue curled up against Logan’s chest. She had stopped crying, but her small body trembled with fear. Logan didn’t say anything, just held her close, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t begin to untangle.

When they finally landed, the team was waiting for them, anxiety etched into every face. Beast rushed forward, his blue-furred face serious as he reached out to take Rogue.

“We need to run some tests, Logan. This might be reversible, but we need to understand what we’re dealing with,” Beast said gently, trying to take Rogue from Logan’s arms.

But the moment Beast touched her, Rogue panicked. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face in Logan’s chest, clutching him even tighter. “No! Don’t leave me, Daddy!”

The words stopped everyone in their tracks. Logan felt his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a strange mix of emotions flooding through him. He wasn’t her father, and she knew that. But right now, she wasn’t thinking straight. She was scared and confused, and he was the only thing that felt safe to her.

“It’s okay, kid,” Logan said softly, rubbing her back with one large, calloused hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Beast hesitated, then nodded, stepping back. “We’ll give you some time to get her settled, Logan. When she’s ready, we’ll start the tests.”

Logan nodded in return, grateful for Beast’s understanding. He carried Rogue inside, the rest of the team watching with a mix of sympathy and concern. He didn’t stop until he reached his own room, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside.

“Let’s get you settled, okay?” Logan murmured as he gently set her down on the bed. But as soon as he tried to pull away, Rogue grabbed his hand, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Logan swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t cut out for this—caring for a kid, especially not one who had been a grown woman just hours ago. But he couldn’t deny the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so small and helpless.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, sitting down beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots and jacket, then lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance but close enough that she could still hold onto him.

Rogue immediately curled up against his side, her small body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. Logan hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Logan lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This was temporary. It had to be. But until they found a way to fix this, he was all she had. And right now, she needed him.

The days turned into weeks, and Logan quickly fell into a routine he never thought he’d experience. Taking care of Rogue—no, taking care of a five-year-old Rogue—was a challenge like no other. She was still Rogue, still had that spark in her eyes and that stubborn streak a mile wide, but she was also a scared little girl who clung to him like a lifeline.

She called him “Daddy” every day now, and every time she did, Logan felt a strange mix of warmth and confusion. It was weird, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. If it helped her feel safe, he could deal with it.

Mornings started with breakfast, where Logan quickly learned that Rogue had a sweet tooth. Pancakes became a regular staple, and he found himself learning how to make them from scratch just to see her smile. Then came the playtime, where she’d drag him into games of hide and seek or ask him to read her stories. Logan had never read so many children’s books in his life, but the way her eyes lit up made it worth it.

Nights were the hardest. Rogue had nightmares almost every night, waking up in a cold sweat and crying for him. Logan would hold her close, whispering that she was safe, that he was there, until she calmed down and fell back asleep. He didn’t sleep much himself, always on edge, always worrying about her.

The X-Men did what they could to help, but it was clear that Rogue only wanted Logan. Even Jean and Ororo, who had always been close to her, couldn’t get through the wall of fear and confusion that kept her glued to Logan’s side.

Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of a cure. Beast worked tirelessly, but the process was slow, and each day felt like a year. Logan found himself growing more attached to the little girl Rogue had become, even as he longed for the day she’d be back to her old self.

One night, after another nightmare, Rogue clung to Logan, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. “Daddy, will I ever be big again?” she asked, her voice muffled against him.

Logan felt his heart clench. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to promise her something he wasn’t sure of. But he couldn’t let her down. Not now.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said softly, stroking her hair.

She sniffled, looking up at him with those big green eyes. “But…you’ll still be my daddy, right? Even when I’m big again?”

Logan hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. She was scared of losing this connection, scared of losing him. And he realized, with a pang of surprise, that he didn’t want to lose it either.

Hi!!! Can you write something else for dad!Logan with Laura? Maybe something where they meet reader (maybe she works at the library, or she’s a school teacher, or even the waitress at a restaurant, or they run into her at the park) and Laura sees her dad with the woman and instantly KNOWS they click 💕

The Library Smile

Summary:Logan meets a kind librarian, and his daughter Laura quickly senses a connection, urging him to pursue it.

Logan and Laura step into the small, cozy library on a Sunday afternoon, the kind of place where time seems to slow down. Sunlight streams through the high windows, casting golden pools of light on the well-worn carpet. The air is thick with the comforting scent of old pages and coffee from a little café tucked in the back corner.

Logan rarely visits places like this—too quiet, too exposed, too many windows. But he promised Laura an afternoon of peace, and she had insisted on the library. He watches her dart toward the graphic novels, her eyes alight with excitement, and feels a twinge of pride. For someone so young, she’s seen too much, experienced too much—but here, in this sanctuary of stories, she can just be a kid.

As Logan trails after her, trying to stay out of people’s way, he catches sight of you. You’re standing on a small step stool, stretching up to reach a top shelf, a few books in your arms. Your face is bright with concentration, eyes narrowed slightly in focus, and there's a small, unguarded smile on your lips as if the world outside the library walls doesn’t exist.

He watches for a moment longer than he should, something inside him shifting. Your hair falls loose around your face, and when you finally manage to place the book in its rightful spot, you step back down, satisfied. You catch his gaze and offer a warm, friendly smile that makes Logan’s heart do something strange—a little flip he hasn’t felt in years. He nods back, caught off guard, and quickly looks away, but not before you see a hint of something softer in his eyes.

Laura, ever observant, sees it all. She’s young, but she knows her dad better than most. She’s seen his smiles before, but this one is different—it’s small, a little awkward, but real. She watches how he keeps glancing at you, like he’s curious, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself in this quiet place.

She tugs at Logan’s sleeve, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Dad,” she whispers, eyes gleaming with mischief, “why don’t you go talk to her?”

Logan frowns, a bit thrown by her directness. “What are you talkin’ about, kid?” he grumbles, though there’s no bite in his words.

“She’s nice,” Laura insists, shrugging as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And you’re smiling. You don’t smile like that for just anyone.”

Logan looks back at you, a bit embarrassed, but there’s no denying the pull he feels. “Yeah, maybe,” he mutters, trying to play it cool, but Laura sees right through him.

“C’mon,” she urges, nudging him again. “Just ask her something. You always say to be brave, right?”

Logan chuckles softly, realizing he’s been cornered by his own advice. “Alright, kid, alright,” he concedes, ruffling her hair. “But if this goes south, it’s on you.”

Laura just grins, watching him take a deep breath like he’s about to face down a dozen Sentinels, not just talk to a woman in a library. He approaches you, clearing his throat, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice comes out a bit rougher than he intended. “Uh, my kid and I… we’re lookin’ for some books. For her, mostly.” He stumbles over his words, not quite sure where to start. “Maybe you could help us find something… good?”

You look up from your stack of books, your smile brightening when you see him standing there, trying hard not to look as awkward as he feels. “Of course! I’d be happy to help,” you reply warmly. “What does she like to read?”

Logan hesitates, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how little he knows about the details of books. “Uh, she’s into graphic novels,” he says. “And, y’know… adventure stuff. Stuff with a lot of heart.”

You nod, your smile never wavering. “I think I have just the thing.” You lead him to a different section, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s following. He is, eyes focused on you in a way that makes your cheeks warm.

Laura watches this from behind a nearby bookshelf, trying to look busy flipping through her comics but grinning ear to ear. She notices the way Logan’s stance softens, how his shoulders lose a bit of their usual tension, and how he’s leaning in just slightly, listening to every word you say.

As you hand Logan a book, your fingers brush for just a second. It’s nothing, a small accidental touch, but to him, it feels like a spark. He clears his throat again, this time softer, almost shy. “Thanks,” he says, holding the book, but his eyes are still on you.

“No problem,” you reply, noticing the way he looks at you, as if he’s trying to memorize your face. “It’s nice… seeing a dad and daughter spending time like this.”

Logan’s face softens even more, and there’s a look of vulnerability there, something rare, something you don’t often see in a man like him. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice lower, more sincere. “She means the world to me.”

You nod, touched by the honesty in his words. “I can see that,” you say gently. “You’re doing a great job.”

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence, a quiet understanding that seems to settle between you. Logan feels like he could stay in this moment just a little longer, basking in the warmth of your smile, the softness of your voice.

Laura can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. She doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but she knows it’s good—better than good. Her dad deserves this, deserves someone who can make him feel human, make him smile.

Logan finally steps back, holding the book you’ve given him like it’s something precious. “Thanks again,” he says, his voice softer, more genuine than before. “Maybe… maybe we’ll see you around?”

You smile, and there’s a hint of something hopeful in your eyes. “I’d like that,” you reply.

As Logan walks back to Laura, she beams up at him. “So?” she asks, trying to sound casual, but failing.

Logan shakes his head, a small smile still on his lips. “So… maybe you were right, kid,” he admits, ruffling her hair. “Maybe.”

Laura grins, feeling like she just won the lottery. “Told you,” she says, satisfied.

And as they leave the library, Logan glances back over his shoulder, one last time, catching your eye again. There’s a small wave, a shared smile, and something new blooming between you—something fragile, but undeniably real.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan feels like maybe, just maybe, there’s room for a little more light in his life.

Request are WIDE OPEN! Feel free to ask for Almost anything!

Breathless

Summary:

Logan races against time to help his girlfriend during a sudden health scare.

Logan had been out in the woods, clearing his mind after a rough mission. He wasn’t expecting to be gone long, but something had gnawed at him, a nagging worry in the back of his mind that kept him on edge. When he caught the first faint whiff of panic in the air, he froze. It was your scent — mixed with fear.

He sprinted toward the cabin, his heart pounding harder with every step. He slammed the door open, calling your name, but there was no answer. His eyes darted around the room, and that’s when he heard it: a soft, desperate wheeze coming from the hallway.

He found you on the floor, hunched over, clutching your chest, struggling for breath. Your face was flushed, your eyes wide and teary. “Inhaler,” you choked out between gasps, the word barely audible.

“Where is it?” Logan’s voice was sharp, controlled, but inside, his adrenaline was spiking. You tried to gesture towards the living room, but your hand dropped, too weak to point. He didn’t waste a second, tearing through the room, knocking over furniture, ripping open drawers. The sound of your breathing, rapid and shallow, filled his ears — a terrifying metronome counting down.

“Stay with me, darlin’,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You tried to suck in air, but your throat felt like it was closing, your chest burning. The walls seemed to spin, the room growing darker at the edges of your vision. Every breath was a battle, and your head began to feel light, the air too thick, too heavy.

Logan’s hands flew over the room, searching frantically, but the inhaler was nowhere to be found. He felt a spike of frustration and fear that he hadn’t felt in years — a deep, primal fear of losing you.

“Dammit!” he cursed under his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. “Where the hell is it?”

He turned back to you, your body trembling, your breaths coming in shallow, rasping gasps. He couldn’t find the damn thing, and he was running out of time. He rushed over, kneeling beside you, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Look at me,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I need you to stay with me.”

Your eyes struggled to focus on him, your vision blurring. You could barely hear him over the roaring sound in your ears. Logan squeezed your hand tightly, trying to keep you conscious. He could feel the tremor in your fingers, the rapid flutter of your pulse against his skin.

In a flash, he remembered the bedroom. He bolted up, sprinting down the hall with inhuman speed, kicking open the door. He tore through the sheets, tossed pillows aside, until finally, he spotted it — the inhaler, half-hidden beneath the bed. He snatched it up, spinning around and racing back to you.

By the time he reached you, you were barely conscious, your body slumped against the wall, each breath a rattling, painful effort. “Come on, sweetheart, come on,” he muttered, positioning the inhaler against your lips. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

You tried, but it felt like inhaling through a straw. Logan’s hands were steady, though his heart was racing. He pressed the inhaler again, counting softly, forcing his own breathing to slow, to stay calm for you. He watched, waiting for any sign that the medicine was working.

For a long moment, nothing changed. Your breath was still too shallow, too quick, and panic was clawing at his chest. But then, slowly, he heard it — a slight easing, the smallest gasp of air finding its way into your lungs. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

You took another breath, deeper this time, and he could see the color starting to return to your face. He kept his hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, his voice low and soothing. “That’s it. Nice and slow,” he whispered. “I got you.”

Finally, you managed a full, shaky breath, and then another. The tightness in your chest began to loosen. Logan held you close, his forehead pressed against yours, his own breathing heavy with relief.

“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, almost as if saying it to convince himself. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cause what you mean the story has t been updated from 2014😂😂😂

im sorry for not updating any of my fics (specifically my lv one). i have no motivation lol.

Unexpected Bond

Summary: Logan and Scott go from rivals to boyfriends after a mission forces them to confront their true feelings.

The X-Jet flew silently through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of its engines a soothing backdrop to the fatigue that settled over Logan and Scott. They sat side by side in the back, their injuries treated but their minds still buzzing from the intensity of their latest mission. The familiar tension between them seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a newfound, tentative connection.

When the team disbanded, Scott lingered in the infirmary, his thoughts in turmoil. Logan, noticing Scott’s distant demeanor, approached him with an unusual tenderness.

“You alright, Summers?” Logan asked, his voice softer than usual.

Scott looked up, his eyes weary. “Just processing everything. Tonight was… a lot.”

Logan nodded, understanding. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air. It might help.”

They stepped outside into the garden, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the sterile environment of the infirmary. They walked in silence to a secluded bench and sat down, the serenity of the garden offering a momentary escape from the chaos of their lives.

Logan broke the silence with a thoughtful tone. “You know, I’ve come to respect you more than I ever thought I would. You handle these situations better than I gave you credit for.”

Scott, surprised by the compliment, met Logan’s gaze. “Thanks, Logan. That means a lot coming from you.”

Logan smirked, though his eyes were sincere. “Don’t get used to it.”

Scott chuckled, the sound lightening the mood. “You’re not so bad yourself. There’s more to you than just the rough exterior.”

Their eyes locked, and something shifted between them. The barriers they had meticulously built began to crumble, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable connection. Logan reached out, his hand gently covering Scott’s.

“Maybe we should stop pretending,” Logan suggested quietly, his gaze steady and earnest.

Scott’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “Maybe we should.”

Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. As they allowed themselves to fully embrace the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their eyes reflecting a new clarity.

“Guess this changes things,” Scott said, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.

Logan’s smirk softened into a real, tender smile. “For the better, I’d say.”

They spent the remainder of the night talking quietly, their walls down and their hearts open. The conversation flowed easily, touching on their hopes, fears, and dreams. As dawn approached, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their bond solidified by the night’s revelations.

In the weeks that followed, Logan and Scott navigated their new relationship with a blend of excitement and calm. They found themselves falling into a new rhythm, their interactions filled with a sense of ease that had been missing before. The tension that once marked their exchanges had transformed into a deep, supportive connection.

Their teamwork improved significantly. In battle, their coordination was almost instinctive, their moves synchronized in a way they hadn’t achieved before. Outside of missions, they found comfort in the small, everyday moments—sharing meals, watching movies, and enjoying quiet evenings together.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Scott and Logan retreated to their quarters. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Scott lay on the bed, looking over at Logan who was seated nearby, lost in thought.

“You know,” Scott said softly, breaking the silence, “this is different from what I imagined. But it feels right.”

Logan looked up from his thoughts, a tender smile crossing his face. “Yeah, it’s different. But it’s exactly what we needed. I’m really glad we found this.”

Scott shifted, sitting up and moving closer to Logan. “Me too. I never thought I’d find something like this, something so… meaningful.”

Logan reached out, his hand brushing against Scott’s cheek. “Neither did I. But now that we have it, I’m not letting it go.”

They continued to explore their relationship, finding joy in the ordinary and comfort in each other’s presence. They celebrated milestones, both big and small, and supported each other through challenges. Their bond became a source of strength not only for them but for the entire team. The acceptance they received from their colleagues reinforced the importance of their connection and made their journey together feel even more significant.

One particularly quiet evening, they sat together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. Logan glanced over at Scott, who was nestled against him, a contented smile on his face.

“This,” Scott said softly, “this is what I’ve always wanted. To be here with you, just… being.”

Logan pressed a gentle kiss to Scott’s forehead. “I feel the same way. We’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew their journey was only beginning. Their relationship, forged through shared experiences and newfound understanding, was a testament to the unexpected and enduring nature of true connection. Facing the future together, they embraced the promise of their bond, ready to tackle whatever came their way with unwavering support and love.