HUGH JACKMAN X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

HUGH JACKMAN X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

I AM LOSING MY MIND RN ACTUALLY GOING FERAL

THE WAY HIS HANDS LINGER HOLD ME BACK!!

Marked By Claws

Summary: Logan “Wolverine” Howlett had fought in wars, faced down enemies, and lived through more lifetimes than most could imagine. He was used to being alone. Until she came along—a regular human, fragile but captivating. Logan tried to fight it, convincing himself it was just instinct to protect someone so vulnerable. But soon, that protectiveness turned into something darker, something possessive.

Pairing             : Wolverine!Logan Howlett x Female!Human-reader

Genre              : Fluff, Angst

The rain poured down in sheets outside the bar, casting a dreary haze over the darkened streets. Logan sat in his usual spot, hunched over his glass of whiskey, but his mind wasn’t on the drink. His thoughts were elsewhere—on her. The woman he couldn’t shake from his head no matter how hard he tried. The one he watched every night as she walked home from work.

It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what he told himself. She had an air about her, something that drew him in, something different from the countless others who passed through this crumbling town. But it wasn’t her scent or her face that haunted him—no, it was something deeper, something in the way she moved, the way she existed in a world that would chew her up if given the chance.

Logan’s jaw tightened as he stared out the rain-streaked window. She was late tonight. That wasn’t like her. She always passed by around this time, her coat pulled tight against the wind, her pace brisk. But tonight? Nothing.

The rain tapped harder against the glass as if mocking his rising tension.

Where the hell is she?

Logan grunted under his breath, shaking off the thought. He had no right to care. Not really. She was just some human. Fragile. Helpless. The kind that needed watching in a world like this. That’s all it was. He was just keeping an eye out.

Yeah. That’s what he told himself.

His fingers twitched, the edge of his claws tingling beneath his skin.

Relax, Logan.

But he couldn’t. Not with her out there somewhere, vulnerable and exposed. He drained the last of his drink, pushing back the itch of frustration. His mind wandered again, replaying the first time he saw her. She had been crossing the street in a hurry, nearly getting clipped by some jackass in a truck. Logan had stepped out of the bar just in time to see her stumble back to the curb, a look of startled relief washing over her face. He hadn’t thought much of it at first. Hell, people nearly got themselves killed every day in this shitty town. But something about her stuck with him. Maybe it was the way she barely reacted, like she was used to near-misses. Or maybe it was the way she held herself—quiet, careful, like someone who had learned how to stay invisible in a dangerous world. Whatever it was, Logan had noticed her. And he hadn’t stopped noticing her since.

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You were later than usual tonight, your shoes splashing in the puddles as you hurried down the familiar street. Work had been hell, dragging on longer than it should have, and now you were paying the price by walking home in the pouring rain. The chill in the air cut through your coat, making you shiver as you pulled it tighter around yourself.

The bar you passed every night was still open, the neon sign flickering in the downpour. You barely glanced at it as you walked by, too focused on getting home and out of the wet. You didn’t notice the eyes watching you from the shadows.

Logan leaned against the brick wall outside the bar, his hands stuffed in his pockets, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. He had already spotted you the moment you turned the corner, his gaze following your every move. You were soaked, shivering, clearly exhausted from your day. His instincts told him to step forward, to offer help. But he stayed where he was, watching. Always watching.

You were close now, close enough that he could catch the faint scent of your skin beneath the rain. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out, wanting to touch.

“Evenin’,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

You jumped at the sound, your wide eyes snapping to his in surprise. “Oh… I didn’t see you there.”

Logan shrugged, pushing himself off the wall. He took a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing dimly in the gloom. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

You offered him a faint smile, though the tension in your shoulders told him you were still wary. Smart girl. In a place like this, you couldn’t afford not to be.

“I’ve seen you around,” you said, awkwardly breaking the silence. “You’re always at the bar, right?”

Logan nodded. “Yeah. Guess you could say it’s my second home.”

He watched you carefully, noting the way your eyes darted toward the road, clearly eager to keep moving. The rain was coming down harder now, drenching your clothes. You shivered again, and Logan’s brow furrowed.

“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice gruffer than he intended.

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden concern. “Oh, yeah… it’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Don’t look fine,” Logan muttered, stepping closer before he could stop himself. His eyes flickered down the street. “You gotta walk far?”

“Just a few more blocks,” you replied, taking a step back instinctively. “I’ll be fine.”

Fine. That word again. You weren’t fine. You didn’t have a clue how dangerous it was out here. And that guy from the other night—the one who’d been walking with you, laughing, trying to get close—that asshole didn’t sit right with Logan. Guys like him didn’t just walk women home out of the goodness of their hearts. He could smell the bullshit from a mile away.

Logan’s jaw clenched. “You alone tonight?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Uh… yeah. Why?”

He took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That guy from before. The one with the umbrella.”

“Oh, Mike?” you said, realizing who he was talking about. “He’s just a coworker.”

Logan grunted, his gaze sharp. “Coworker, huh? He’s lookin’ for more than that, trust me.”

You laughed softly, though there was an edge of nervousness in it. “No, it’s not like that. He’s harmless.”

Logan’s eyes darkened. Harmless. He’d heard that line before. It was never harmless. Guys like Mike? They took what they wanted, one way or another.

“Listen,” he said, his voice dropping lower, “guys like him, they don’t give a shit about bein’ nice. They just want somethin’ from ya. You should be more careful.”

You frowned, clearly taken aback by his intensity. “I appreciate the concern, but I can take care of myself.”

Logan’s grip on his cigarette tightened, the ember flaring brightly before he flicked it to the ground, grinding it under his boot. He wanted to argue, to tell you how wrong you were, how naïve. But he held back. Barely.

“Yeah, well, just… watch yourself,” he muttered, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

You nodded slowly, still unsure what to make of him. “I will. Thanks, Logan.”

Hearing his name from your lips sent a strange jolt through him, something primal, something possessive. He watched as you turned to leave, disappearing into the rain once again. The pull was stronger now. Each time he saw you, each time you spoke, it tightened like a noose around his mind.

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Days passed, and Logan found himself drifting closer to you without meaning to. He’d catch himself waiting by the bar, his eyes scanning the street, searching for that familiar form. Every time you walked by, something inside him shifted, grew darker. He knew he was crossing a line, but the beast in him didn’t care. You were his to protect, to watch over. Even if you didn’t know it.

He trailed you one night, his footsteps silent as he kept to the shadows. You were walking home, same route, same hurried pace. But this time, something was off. You were on edge, glancing over your shoulder every few steps. Someone had spooked you.

Logan’s senses kicked into high gear. His nostrils flared, picking up the scent of someone else. Someone nearby.

His claws itched beneath his skin, ready to tear into anyone who thought they could mess with you. He didn’t care if it was Mike or some other lowlife. Whoever it was, they were gonna pay.

He stayed a few steps behind, watching as you quickened your pace, clearly feeling the unease. But before he could make a move, you stopped, turning suddenly as if sensing him.

Your eyes locked with his, wide and startled.

“Logan?”

Shit. He hadn’t meant for you to see him. But there was no going back now.

“Hey,” he said, stepping out of the shadows, his voice casual despite the tension crackling in the air.

You stared at him, clearly unsettled. “Were you… following me?”

Logan’s jaw clenched, but he forced a smile. “Nah. Just keepin’ an eye out.”

“Why?”

His gaze darkened, the protective edge creeping back into his voice. “Because you need it.”

You stood there, staring at him like you didn’t know whether to be pissed off or scared. Logan could tell. It was written all over your face—the way your brows furrowed, lips pressed tight, trying to make sense of him. Of why a man like him would care about a woman like you. Hell, even he couldn’t explain it fully.

“Look,” you said, exhaling a shaky breath, “I don’t need a babysitter, Logan. I can handle myself.”

“Handle yourself?” Logan scoffed, stepping closer, his boots splashing through the puddles. “You’ve got no clue what’s lurkin’ out there. This ain’t about handlein’ yourself—it’s about survivin’.” His voice was gravelly, laced with the kind of warning that only someone who’d lived through hell could deliver.

You bristled, clearly not in the mood for whatever this was. “Surviving? You make it sound like I’m living in some warzone.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “You are, sweetheart. Just ‘cause you don’t see the bullets flyin’ don’t mean they ain’t there.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting that kind of response. “What are you talking about? This is just—”

“Just what?” Logan interrupted, his voice gruffer now, his temper flaring. “You think people in this town are all playin’ nice? You think that guy, Mike, your little ‘coworker,’ ain’t lookin’ to get somethin’ outta you?”

You clenched your fists, the frustration rising. “He’s not like that. Not everyone is out to hurt me, Logan.”

He let out a low, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so damn blind, y’know that? Guys like him? They don’t just walk you home outta the kindness of their hearts.”

You took a step back, your gaze flickering with uncertainty. “You don’t know him.”

Logan’s jaw tightened, and he took another step closer, his presence towering over you. “I don’t need to know him. I know his type.”

There was silence for a moment, just the sound of rain and your uneven breathing. You looked torn—part of you angry, part of you unsure, like maybe, deep down, some part of you knew Logan was right.

But you wouldn’t admit it.

“I’m going home,” you muttered, turning to leave, your voice shaking a little. “I don’t need this right now.”

Logan’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist—not hard, but enough to make you stop in your tracks. He felt the heat of your pulse under his fingers, quick and erratic. His grip was firm, but he kept his claws in check, just barely. He could feel the beast inside him gnashing its teeth, wanting to drag you back, to keep you right there where he could watch you. Protect you.

“Logan,” you warned, your voice low. “Let go.”

He didn’t. Not right away. He couldn’t.

For a second, neither of you moved. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something—he didn’t even know what. Maybe he was looking for a reason to stop. Maybe he was looking for permission.

But all he found was your fear. That familiar mix of terror and curiosity. And God help him, it did something to him. Made him want to pull you closer, claim you, make sure no one else ever laid a hand on you. He could protect you better than anyone. He needed to.

But then your voice broke through his haze. “Logan,” you whispered, softer this time. “Please. Let go.”

That word—please—it cut through him in a way he didn’t expect. He blinked, his grip loosening until you slipped free, taking a step back as if putting distance between the two of you could fix whatever the hell this was.

“Go home,” Logan muttered, turning away, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets to keep from grabbing you again. “Get inside before someone else finds you out here.”

You hesitated, standing there in the rain for a moment longer, watching him. Logan could feel your eyes on him, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t. He was too close to snapping. Too close to letting the obsession inside him spill out.

Finally, you nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Goodnight, Logan.”

And then you were gone, your footsteps retreating into the distance, leaving Logan alone in the rain with nothing but his thoughts and the dark, gnawing hunger that came with them.

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Logan didn’t follow you home that night. He stayed rooted where you’d left him, letting the rain wash over him until it felt like it could scrub the wild thoughts from his mind. But it didn’t. Nothing could.

She’ll come around, he told himself. She has to.

But days passed, and you didn’t. You didn’t pass by the bar as often, didn’t give him more than a quick nod or an awkward wave when you did. He knew you were avoiding him, and that only made the itch under his skin worse. He wasn’t stupid—he knew he’d scared you. Hell, maybe that was for the best. Maybe if you stayed away, he wouldn’t have to deal with this… this thing inside him.

Except you didn’t stay away, not completely. And Logan couldn’t help but keep tabs on you.

It was a couple of weeks later when things started going south. He noticed it one night while he was out on a run—your apartment lights were on later than usual, shadows moving across the windows. At first, he thought you had someone over. Mike, maybe? His gut twisted at the idea, a low growl rumbling in his throat. But then, he caught a different scent. One that didn’t sit right with him.

Fear.

His instincts flared to life, sharper than before, and without thinking, Logan was on the move, crossing the streets with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a guy his size. He slipped into the alley beside your building, the rain-soaked bricks gleaming under the streetlights. He crouched low, his ears straining to hear anything unusual.

And then he caught it. A muffled shout. Your voice.

Logan didn’t even think. His claws slid out with a metallic snikt, and in seconds, he was scaling the fire escape, his senses guiding him straight to your apartment. The window was cracked open, just enough for him to push it aside and slip inside without making a sound.

The scene in front of him made his blood boil.

You were backed up against the wall, your hands out in front of you, trying to ward off a man who was way too close. Mike. Of course it was fucking Mike. He was drunk, that much was obvious. His hands were on you, grabbing at your arms, slurring something Logan couldn’t make out over the roar of rage in his ears.

“C’mon, babe,” Mike was muttering, leaning in way too close for comfort. “Don’t be like that…”

You tried to push him away, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist hard, yanking you back toward him. That was all Logan needed to see.

Before Mike could even react, Logan was on him, grabbing the bastard by the collar and throwing him across the room like he weighed nothing. Mike slammed into the wall with a sickening thud, his eyes going wide as he tried to process what just happened.

“What the fuck?!” Mike gasped, clutching his head in pain as he tried to scramble to his feet.

Logan didn’t give him the chance. He was across the room in an instant, his claws gleaming in the dim light as he stood over Mike, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. “Touch her again, and I’ll rip you apart,” Logan snarled, his voice barely human.

Mike’s face paled, his eyes darting between Logan’s claws and the murderous look on his face. “Jesus, man! I didn’t—”

“Get. Out,” Logan growled, his claws twitching dangerously close to Mike’s face.

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with terror as he bolted out the door, stumbling down the hallway. Logan didn’t watch him go. His attention was on you now.

You were standing there, your back pressed against the wall, your breathing shallow and uneven. Your eyes were wide with shock, staring at Logan like you didn’t quite know what to make of him. Like maybe, for the first time, you were seeing the monster everyone warned you about.

Logan stepped toward you, his claws still out, his breathing heavy. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through him, the beast inside still roaring for blood, still wanting to tear Mike apart for even daring to touch you.

But then he saw the way you were looking at him—the fear in your eyes, the trembling in your hands—and it stopped him cold.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now, trying to pull himself back. “You okay?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. You were still in shock, still processing everything that had just happened.

“I didn’t mean to—” Logan started, but he cut himself off. What could he even say? He hadn’t meant to scare you, hadn’t meant to make things worse. But that was the thing about him. He always made things worse.

You took a shaky breath, your eyes flickering down to his claws, still extended, still sharp. “Logan…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Your claws…”

Logan blinked, realizing he hadn’t retracted them yet. With a grunt, he forced the metal back into his hands, the familiar sting reminding him of what he was. A monster. Something that didn’t belong in your world.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, stepping back, giving you space. “I didn’t mean to—”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “No… no, I’m glad you were here. He… he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t know what to do.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “You don’t ever have to deal with that. Not as long as I’m around.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, like maybe you were starting to understand. Like maybe you were starting to see him for what he really was—someone who’d do anything to protect you, no matter how ugly it got.

And that was dangerous.

But for now, you were grateful. For now, you needed him.

And for Logan, that was enough.

You were still shaking, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts. Logan could hear it, the way your heart was racing, the fear still pulsing under your skin. But there was something else now—something different in the way you looked at him. Not just fear.

Trust.

And that was enough to make him stay, to not walk away from this mess he’d created. He could’ve left—should’ve left. But instead, he lingered in your apartment, watching you try to catch your breath, your eyes darting from him to the door where Mike had fled.

“I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, rubbing your arms like you were trying to shake off the whole thing. “I didn’t think—”

“Don’t,” Logan interrupted, his voice gruff but softer than usual. “Don’t apologize for that piece of shit.”

You looked up at him, your eyes still wide, searching his face. “I just… I thought he was a friend. You know? I didn’t think he’d…”

Logan’s jaw tightened again, and he fought the urge to go after Mike, to track him down and finish what he’d started. But that wouldn’t help you right now. That’d only make things worse.

“He’s not your friend,” Logan muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Guys like him? They’re never just friends.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the ground like you didn’t want to admit he was right. Like maybe you’d known all along but didn’t want to believe it.

“I feel like an idiot,” you said finally, a shaky laugh escaping your lips. “God, I feel so fucking stupid.”

Logan shook his head. “You’re not stupid. You’re just… too damn trusting.”

You looked up at him again, a small, bitter smile playing on your lips. “That a bad thing?”

“For most people? Yeah. For you? It’s gonna get you hurt.”

There it was—the bluntness, the gruff honesty that Logan couldn’t turn off, no matter how hard he tried. And even though you looked like you wanted to argue with him, you didn’t. You just nodded, like you understood. Like maybe you were starting to see the world the way he did.

Logan let out a slow breath, running a hand through his damp hair, trying to shake off the tension that still coiled tight in his muscles. He wanted to stay close, make sure you were safe, but he didn’t want to scare you any more than he already had.

“I’ll stay outta your way,” Logan muttered, moving toward the window he’d come in through. “Just… lock the door after me, alright?”

You blinked, surprised. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, his back to you now, already halfway through the window. “I ain’t gonna crowd you.”

Before you could say anything, he was gone, slipping out into the night like he hadn’t just saved you from a man who could’ve hurt you. Like he hadn’t just shown you a side of him you weren’t sure how to feel about.

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The next few days passed in a strange blur. You went back to work, went about your life, but things didn’t feel the same. You kept looking over your shoulder, half-expecting Mike to show up again, but he didn’t. Logan had taken care of that.

You hadn’t seen Logan since that night, though you’d felt his presence more than once. You couldn’t explain it, but you just knew he was around, watching from the shadows, keeping an eye on you. And part of you should’ve been creeped out by that—should’ve wanted him to back off.

But you didn’t.

In fact, it made you feel… safe. Safer than you had in a long time.

Which was why, on the third night after the incident, you found yourself standing outside the bar where Logan usually hung around, staring at the door like an idiot, wondering why the hell you were even here. You hadn’t planned on seeing him again, hadn’t planned on… whatever this was. But something in you pulled you here.

Maybe you just wanted to say thanks. Maybe you just needed to know he was still watching over you.

With a sigh, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. The smell of beer and cigarettes hit you immediately, the dim lighting casting shadows over the bar, the low murmur of conversation filling the room. And there he was, sitting at the end of the bar, a beer in front of him, looking like he hadn’t moved since the last time you saw him.

You hesitated for a moment, watching him from the door. He hadn’t noticed you yet—at least, you didn’t think he had. But then, without even turning his head, he spoke.

“Gonna stand there all night, or you gonna come over here?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Of course, he’d sensed you. Logan wasn’t the kind of guy you could sneak up on.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to him, slipping onto the barstool beside him. He didn’t look at you, just kept his eyes on his beer, his jaw tight like he was waiting for you to speak first.

“You always know when someone’s watching you?” you asked, your voice light, trying to break the tension.

Logan let out a low grunt. “Call it a survival skill.”

You chuckled softly, though the sound felt a little forced. “Guess I don’t have that skill. Not like you.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t need it.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the conversation. You hadn’t really thought about what you’d say when you came here. Now, sitting next to him, you realized you didn’t just want to thank him—you wanted to understand him. You wanted to know why he felt so… protective of you. Why he’d risked so much.

“Why are you doing this, Logan?” you asked quietly, your eyes on him, searching for answers. “Why do you care so much?”

He didn’t answer right away. He took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes distant, like he was lost in thought. Then, after what felt like forever, he spoke.

“You ever have somethin’ you just… couldn’t explain?” he muttered, his voice low, rough. “Somethin’ that got under your skin and stayed there?”

You frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

Logan finally turned to look at you, his eyes dark, intense. “That’s what you are, darlin’. You’re under my skin.”

The air between you felt heavy, charged with something neither of you could quite name. You stared at him, your heart racing, unsure of what to say. What did he even mean by that? Was it obsession? Protection? Something else entirely?

“You’re just… under my skin,” he repeated, his voice softer this time, like he wasn’t sure he wanted you to hear it. “And I can’t shake it.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. There was something raw in his voice, something vulnerable that you hadn’t expected from a man like him. It wasn’t just about protection. It was more than that.

And that scared you. But it also drew you in.

“Logan,” you whispered, not even sure what you were going to say.

But before you could finish, he stood up, draining the last of his beer and setting the bottle down on the bar with a heavy thud.

“Forget it,” he muttered, his voice gruff again. “I shouldn’t have said nothin’.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden shift. “Wait, what? Logan—”

But he was already walking away, heading for the door like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Like he was running from something.

From you.

You stared after him, your mind racing, your heart pounding in your chest. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t expected any of this. But now that you knew—now that you understood what was going on in his head—you weren’t sure how to feel.

But one thing was for sure: Logan wasn’t just some protector. He wasn’t just looking out for you out of some sense of duty or responsibility.

He was obsessed.

And now, you had to figure out what the hell you were going to do about it.

You sat there in the bar, still processing Logan’s words, the way he had looked at you—like you were something he couldn’t escape, something tangled up in his very being. The intensity of it left you breathless. And the way he had just walked out? Like he was scared? That didn’t sit right.

Without thinking, you stood up and followed him, pushing through the bar’s door into the cool night air. The street was quiet, lit by the dim glow of streetlights, and you could see him walking away, shoulders hunched, his pace faster than usual, like he couldn’t wait to disappear into the shadows.

“Logan!” you called out, your voice cutting through the silence.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. For a moment, you thought he might just keep walking, leaving you standing there. But then, after what felt like an eternity, he sighed and turned to face you, his expression hard to read.

“What do you want, kid?” he grumbled, though his tone was softer now, not as sharp as before.

You swallowed, your nerves buzzing. “I want to know what the hell you meant back there.”

Logan’s jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” you interrupted, stepping closer. “I’m not gonna forget it. You said I’m under your skin, and then you just walked out. That’s not fair, Logan.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for a moment, you saw something flicker in his eyes—something raw and vulnerable. It was like he was struggling, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer. And for the first time, you realized how hard this was for him. He wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to feeling like this.

“I ain’t good for you,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You deserve better than… this.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Better than what? Someone who’s saved my ass more times than I can count? Someone who cares about me? Logan, I’m not scared of you. Not after everything.”

He let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “You should be. You don’t know what it’s like—what I’m like. I can’t give you a normal life. Hell, I don’t even know what normal looks like anymore.”

You stepped closer, your heart pounding, but you didn’t back down. You weren’t scared. Not of him. Not of whatever this was between you two.

“I don’t want normal,” you said softly, your eyes locked on his. “I want you.”

That stopped him in his tracks. Logan froze, his eyes widening just a fraction, like he hadn’t expected that. Like he didn’t know how to process what you were saying.

“You don’t know what you’re sayin',” he muttered, but there was no conviction behind his words now. “I’m a fuckin’ mess, darlin'.”

You smiled a little, despite the tension. “We’re all a mess, Logan. But that doesn’t mean you get to shut me out.”

There was a beat of silence between you, the night air heavy with unsaid things. And then, before you knew what was happening, Logan closed the distance between you in two strides, his hands gripping your arms as he pulled you closer, his eyes burning with that same intensity that had left you breathless in the bar.

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for,” he growled, his breath warm against your skin, his face inches from yours. “You don’t know what this is.”

“Then show me,” you whispered, your heart hammering in your chest. “Show me, Logan.”

For a moment, you thought he might pull away again, that he might let go and walk off into the night. But then, with a low, frustrated groan, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was rough, desperate, and full of everything he’d been holding back.

You gasped against his mouth, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into him, your hands clutching his jacket as you kissed him back, feeling the heat of him, the raw power that simmered just beneath his skin. His hands slid from your arms to your waist, pulling you even closer, like he couldn’t stand the space between you, like he needed you as much as you needed him.

The kiss deepened, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, trying to be gentle even though you could tell he didn’t want to be. His claws didn’t come out this time, but you could feel the roughness in the way he touched you, like he was afraid he might break you.

But you weren’t afraid.

“Logan,” you whispered against his lips, your voice soft but sure. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That seemed to snap something in him. He kissed you harder, his hands gripping you tight as he backed you up against the brick wall of the alley, his body pressed against yours, trapping you there in the best way possible. It was intense, overwhelming, but you didn’t want it to stop. You’d never felt more alive, more wanted, than you did in that moment.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, trailing rough, heated kisses along your skin, his breath ragged, like he was barely holding himself together. And maybe he wasn’t. Maybe this was as close to falling apart as Logan ever got.

But you didn’t care. You wanted all of it—all of him.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against your neck, his voice rough, desperate. “Tell me to walk away, ‘cause I don’t think I can.”

You shook your head, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. “I’m not telling you to stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

Logan let out a low, almost pained sound, his hands gripping your hips as he kissed you again, slower this time, but just as intense. There was no hesitation now, no pulling back. Just him and you, wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

The world outside, the fear, the danger—it all faded away. It was just Logan, his touch, his heat, the way he made you feel safe and alive all at once.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard, you could feel the shift between you. Something had changed—something deep and unspoken, but undeniable.

“You sure about this?” Logan asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You smiled, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your body still pressed against his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Logan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. But he didn’t pull away. He didn’t leave.

Instead, he kissed you again, slower this time, softer. And for the first time, he let himself believe it. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a mistake.

MASTERLIST

Marvel and X-Men

James 'Logan' Howlett (The Wolverine)

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

Steve Rogers (coming soon)

Hulk vs. Wolverine: Cataclysmic Clash

Summary: Wolverine ventures into the forest to investigate suspicious activities tied to a government experiment. There, he encounters the Hulk, who has been driven into a violent rage. A brutal battle breaks out between the two as Wolverine tries to subdue the Hulk. Both struggle to overpower each other, leading to a fierce and destructive fight.

The air crackled with tension as Logan trudged through the dense forest, boots crunching against the damp ground. His senses were on high alert—something wasn’t right. It had been days since he got word about strange activity up in these mountains, government experiments and all kinds of nasty business. The kind that always ended up biting everyone in the ass.

Logan lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Typical government shit. Can’t go a week without some asshat in a lab coat tryin’ to play God,” he muttered, flicking the ash aside. He was used to dealing with this kind of crap, but this time, something felt off. His gut told him it was bigger than usual.

Then, he heard it—a deep, rumbling roar that shook the trees, sending a flock of birds scattering into the sky. Logan stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes.

“Aw, hell,” he grumbled. “That’s never a good sound.”

Another roar echoed through the forest, closer this time. Logan clenched his fists, claws itching to come out. He knew exactly what was coming. He’d faced it before. Only this time, he wasn’t sure if he could stop it alone.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Trees splintered and toppled over like matchsticks, and there he was—the Hulk, a towering mass of rage and destruction, barreling through the forest like a freight train.

“Damn it, Banner,” Logan muttered, spitting his cigarette to the ground. “What the hell did you get yourself into this time?”

The Hulk came crashing through the trees, smashing everything in his path. His green skin glistened with sweat and fury, his eyes wild and unfocused. He wasn’t thinking—just smashing. And Logan was right in his way.

“Hey, big guy!” Logan shouted, unsheathing his claws with a snikt. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance.”

Hulk’s gaze snapped to Logan, and for a split second, there was recognition. But it was quickly replaced by the kind of rage only Bruce Banner’s dark side could conjure. Hulk let out a bellowing roar and charged straight at Logan.

Logan barely had time to react as Hulk swung a massive fist at him. He ducked, the punch narrowly missing his head but sending a nearby tree flying instead. “Goddamn it!” Logan growled, slashing at Hulk’s side with his claws.

Hulk roared in pain, but it only made him angrier. He grabbed Logan by the scruff of his jacket and hurled him through the air like a ragdoll. Logan crashed into a boulder, feeling his ribs crack on impact.

“Son of a bitch,” Logan groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His healing factor was already kicking in, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. “Alright, you big green bastard, let’s do this.”

He sprinted toward Hulk, claws extended. This wasn’t going to be an easy fight—hell, Logan had no idea if he could even win. But he wasn’t about to back down.

Hulk swung again, and this time, Logan ducked low, slicing at the monster’s legs. Blood sprayed from the wounds, but they healed almost as fast as Logan’s. It was like fighting a goddamn mirror.

“C’mon, Hulk, snap out of it!” Logan shouted, dodging another punch. “I know you’re in there somewhere, Banner!”

But Hulk wasn’t listening. He grabbed a chunk of earth and hurled it at Logan, who barely managed to leap out of the way. Dirt and debris rained down, blinding him for a moment. When he cleared his eyes, Hulk was already upon him.

With a thunderous crash, Hulk slammed both fists into the ground where Logan had been standing just moments before. The shockwave sent Logan flying, but he twisted in mid-air, landing on his feet.

“Ya gotta be faster than that, bub,” Logan taunted, his voice rough and gritty. He knew Hulk wasn’t one for banter, but it made him feel better to talk shit.

Hulk roared again, charging like a bull. Logan had no choice but to meet him head-on, claws slashing through the air. The two collided in a flurry of fists and claws, each trying to overpower the other.

Logan managed to get a few good hits in, carving deep gashes in Hulk’s flesh, but it wasn’t enough. Hulk grabbed him by the arm and swung him like a baseball bat, slamming him into the side of a mountain.

Logan felt his bones shatter, but his healing factor kicked in almost instantly. He groaned as he pulled himself free from the rubble. “Alright, that one hurt,” he muttered, spitting out a glob of blood. “But I’ve had worse.”

Hulk let out another roar, pounding his chest like a gorilla. He was losing control, and Logan knew if he didn’t stop him soon, there’d be nothing left of this forest—or the nearby town.

Logan wiped the blood from his mouth and charged again, this time with a plan. He couldn’t outmuscle Hulk, but maybe he could outthink him. As he sprinted toward the green giant, he noticed a nearby cliff.

“Hey, big guy!” Logan called, getting Hulk’s attention. “You ever heard of gravity?”

Hulk roared and charged at him, fists raised. At the last second, Logan dodged to the side, letting Hulk barrel past him. The momentum carried Hulk right to the edge of the cliff, and before he could stop himself, he tumbled over the side, crashing into the rocks below.

Logan stood at the edge, breathing heavily as he looked down at the destruction. “That oughta slow him down,” he muttered. But as the dust cleared, he saw Hulk stirring, already starting to get back up.

“Aw, c’mon, give me a break,” Logan grumbled. “This guy just doesn’t quit.”

Hulk pulled himself to his feet, shaking off the rocks like they were nothing. He let out another deafening roar, his rage palpable even from a distance.

Logan knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. He needed to get Banner back in control, and fast. But how the hell do you calm down a monster like Hulk?

Then it hit him. Maybe he couldn’t calm Hulk down, but he could sure as hell piss him off in the right way.

“Hey, Banner!” Logan shouted, his voice echoing through the canyon. “You wanna know why you keep losing control? ‘Cause deep down, you’re just a scared little kid, hiding behind all that green muscle. You ain’t the strongest there is—you’re just the angriest.”

Hulk’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something—recognition, maybe? But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by another wave of uncontrollable fury.

“Worth a shot,” Logan muttered, bracing himself as Hulk charged again.

The two collided once more, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Logan slashed and clawed, but Hulk’s raw power was overwhelming. He grabbed Logan by the throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into a nearby boulder.

Logan gasped for air, his vision going blurry. “This is gettin’ real old, real fast,” he wheezed, trying to pry Hulk’s hand off his neck.

But before Hulk could finish him off, a flash of something caught his eye—something that stopped him in his tracks.

Logan turned his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And there, standing on the cliffside, was Bruce Banner.

“Logan…” Banner’s voice was weak, but it was him. The real Banner. “Stop… fighting…”

Hulk’s grip loosened, his massive form trembling as Banner struggled for control. Logan gasped for air, dropping to the ground as Hulk stepped back, clutching his head.

“Banner… you there, bub?” Logan croaked, rubbing his bruised throat.

Banner’s voice was shaky. “I’m… trying… but I can’t hold it… much longer…”

Logan got to his feet, dusting himself off. “Alright, then. Let’s end this.”

With one last burst of strength, Logan charged forward, slashing at Hulk’s legs and bringing the giant to his knees. Hulk roared in pain, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t the mindless rage from before—it was the sound of someone fighting for control.

Banner’s voice cut through the noise. “Logan… I need your help… I can’t… do this alone…”

Logan paused, claws still extended. He’d fought Hulk a hundred times before, but this… this was different. He could see Banner, really see him, fighting to stay in control.

“Alright, Banner,” Logan muttered, retracting his claws. “You wanna do this the hard way, fine. But you owe me a beer when this is over.”

Hulk’s body convulsed, the green fading from his skin as Banner slowly regained control. Logan stood back, watching as the monster shrank down, leaving a bruised and battered Bruce Banner lying in the dirt.

Logan knelt down, offering Banner a hand. “You good, doc?”

Banner nodded weakly, taking Logan’s hand and pulling himself to his feet. “Thanks… Logan. I didn’t think… I’d be able to stop him.”

Logan smirked, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I’m still around to bail your ass out,” Logan said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. “Next time, maybe you’ll keep that green rage monster of yours on a tighter leash.”

Bruce Banner rubbed his forehead, exhaustion setting in. “I didn’t ask for this, Logan,” he muttered. “Something… something went wrong with the experiment. I was supposed to help contain it.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, exhaling a puff of smoke. “Contain what, exactly?”

Banner leaned against a tree, catching his breath. “The government was running tests—genetic modification, bio-enhancement. Trying to create a more stable version of… well, me. But something went sideways, and whatever they created, it got loose. That’s why I was out here, trying to stop it.”

Logan shook his head, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground. “You government types never learn, do ya? Messin’ with shit you don’t understand. Now we’ve got a freak show on the loose, and you’re the only one who knows how to stop it.”

Banner looked up at Logan, his expression grim. “It’s worse than that, Logan. It’s not just some experiment gone wrong. It’s… evolving. Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger. Smarter.”

Logan gritted his teeth, his claws itching to come out again. “Great. Just what I needed—a science project with an attitude problem.”

Suddenly, the ground shook beneath their feet again, this time more violently than before. Logan’s heightened senses flared, and he could hear the distant rumble of something massive moving through the forest.

“Shit,” Logan muttered, popping his claws. “Guess that’s our cue.”

Banner’s eyes widened. “It’s coming. We have to stop it before it reaches the town.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Logan growled. “You stay back, Banner. I’ll take point.”

Banner shook his head. “You don’t understand, Logan. You can’t fight this thing the way you fought me. It’s—”

“I don’t give a damn what it is,” Logan cut him off. “If it bleeds, I can kill it.”

Before Banner could argue, the monstrous roar echoed through the trees again, closer this time. The trees in front of them began to sway and crack, as if something enormous was pushing its way through the forest.

And then, it emerged.

The creature was a grotesque amalgamation of muscle, metal, and twisted biology. Its skin was mottled with patches of green, grey, and black, its body a hulking mass of sinew and wires. Glowing red eyes peered out from a skull-like face, and its breath came in ragged, mechanical hisses. It stood nearly twice the size of the Hulk, towering over the landscape like some kind of biomechanical nightmare.

“Jesus,” Logan muttered, staring up at the abomination. “What the hell did they cook up in that lab, Banner?”

Banner’s face paled. “It’s… it’s worse than I thought. It’s merging with the technology. It’s adapting.”

The creature let out a deafening roar, slamming its fists into the ground with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the earth. Logan barely managed to keep his footing.

“Aw, hell,” Logan growled, rolling his shoulders. “Guess there’s only one way to deal with ugly.”

With a feral snarl, Logan launched himself at the creature, claws outstretched. He slashed at its legs, carving deep wounds into its flesh. But to his shock, the wounds began to heal almost immediately, the creature’s body regenerating at an alarming rate.

“Goddamn it,” Logan muttered, dodging a swipe from the creature’s massive arm. “This thing’s got Banner’s healing factor, too?”

Banner, still standing at a distance, called out. “Logan! It’s using my DNA! It’s like a twisted version of me, but it’s more advanced. You can’t take it down like this!”

“Then what the hell do you suggest?” Logan shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch that would’ve flattened him.

Banner looked around frantically. “There’s got to be a weakness! It’s not fully stable yet. If we can find a way to overload its system, we might be able to—”

Logan didn’t let him finish. He was too busy dodging and weaving, trying to stay one step ahead of the creature’s relentless attacks. Each time he slashed at it, the damn thing just healed itself right back up. It was like fighting an indestructible tank.

“Logan! The power source—it’s in its chest!” Banner yelled, pointing at the faint glow of a mechanical core embedded in the creature’s chest. “If we can destroy that, we might be able to take it down!”

“Now you’re talkin’,” Logan growled, eyes narrowing on the target. “Let’s see how tough this thing really is.”

With a roar of his own, Logan sprinted toward the creature, dodging its wild swings as he zeroed in on the glowing core. He leapt into the air, claws poised to strike.

But the creature was faster than he anticipated. It lashed out with its massive arm, catching Logan in mid-air and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.

Logan groaned, feeling his ribs snap as the air was knocked from his lungs. His healing factor kicked in, but the pain was still intense. He struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth.

“Logan!” Banner shouted, panic in his voice. “You have to—”

“Shut up, Banner!” Logan growled, spitting blood. “I know what I gotta do.”

Ignoring the pain, Logan charged again, this time with even more determination. The creature swung at him, but Logan was ready. He ducked under its arm, using his momentum to drive his claws deep into its chest.

The creature let out a screech of agony as Logan’s claws tore through its flesh, reaching for the glowing core. Sparks flew as metal and muscle gave way, and for a moment, Logan thought he had it.

But then, the creature’s other arm slammed into him, knocking him away before he could destroy the core. Logan hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop in a cloud of dirt and debris.

“Goddamn it,” Logan muttered, pushing himself up again. He wasn’t about to quit—not with a town full of innocent people on the line.

The creature, clearly enraged, charged at him again, but Logan was already moving. He ducked and weaved between its attacks, slashing at its legs and torso, looking for any opening he could exploit.

“Banner!” Logan called out, dodging another swipe. “You got any bright ideas, or are you just gonna stand there like a damn tree?”

Banner snapped out of his daze. “The core! It’s not just biological—it’s mechanical too! If we can overload it with an energy source—”

Logan grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

With a final burst of speed, Logan leapt onto the creature’s back, driving his claws into its spine. The beast roared in fury, thrashing wildly, but Logan held on, climbing toward the glowing core.

“Hey, ugly!” Logan shouted as he reached the chest. “Time to say goodnight.”

With a savage snarl, Logan plunged his claws into the core, slashing at the wires and circuits inside. Sparks flew, and the creature let out a deafening screech as its body convulsed.

For a moment, everything was still. Then, with a blinding flash of light, the core exploded, sending Logan flying through the air.

He hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop several feet away. Groaning, he pushed himself up, his body aching from the impact. The creature lay motionless, its body smoking and twitching as the last of its life drained away.

Logan wiped the blood from his face, panting heavily. “That’s what you get for messin’ with Wolverine.”

Banner hurried over, his face pale but relieved. “You did it, Logan. You stopped it.”

Logan grunted, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah, well, next time you get a bright idea like this, maybe give me a heads up before all hell breaks loose.”

Banner chuckled weakly. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Logan took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “So, about that beer…”

Banner smiled. “You’ve definitely earned it.”

Logan grinned, popping his claws back in with a snikt. “Damn right I have.”

The two of them stood there, side by side, watching as the creature’s body slowly disintegrated into nothing but ash. It was over—for now, at least. But Logan knew better than to think this was the last time he’d find himself in a mess like this.

“Let’s get outta here,” Logan said, turning to leave. “I need a drink.”

Banner nodded, following close behind. “And maybe a break from all this madness.”

Logan smirked. “Yeah, good luck with that, bub.”

As they walked away, the forest quieted once more, the air still heavy with the aftermath of the battle. But for Logan, it was just another day in the life of a mutant—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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