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Request Guidelines
Agere Requests are Open!
Romantic Requests are Open! ( character x reader)
I write for-
-X-Men
Agere- Who I write for-
-Wolverine/Logan Howlett
-Deadpool/Wade Wilson
-Colossus/Piotr Rasputin
-Gambit/Remy LaBeau
-Sabretooth/Victor Creed
-Possibly more characters, I’m not new to writing but I’m relatively new to writing Marvel works.
X reader- Who I write for
-Wolverine/Logan Howlett
-Deadpool/Wade Wilson
-Gambit/Remy LaBeau
-Sabretooth/Victor Creed
I Won’t write-
- nsfw
-ddlg or any of its variants
-cgl
-any ‘sfw’ kink works
-major character deaths
Characters I won’t write-
Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr
I try to read oneshots with different characters and use that to gauge wether or not I would feel comfortable writing a fic about them, I’m sorry if I won’t write a character you like.
I Will write-
-Agere
-Character x Reader
-fluff
-hurt/comfort
-Oneshots
-Headcannons
That’s about it for now, I might add more to this later on, reblogs, likes and comments are all appreciated, much love（＾＿＾）☆
Angel
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 （╹◡╹）
Logan glances at the creaky wooden staircase as you come bounding down.
Your feet padded with socks and your arms full, your foot nearly slips on a step and he’s up and out of his armchair in seconds, catching you, he sighs deeply before setting you down
“What’d I tell you about being careful on the stairs?”
You cock your head, bashful
“Sorry.”
He hums, picking you up by the armpits
“It’s alright, we’ll look at getting you some of those non slip socks hmm?”
You nod, wrapping your spare arm around his neck, he carries you over to his armchair, sitting down with a groan, propping you up in his lap
“What was all that fuss about, what’s all this stuff?”
He looks down at the pink zip up makeup bags in your hand
“Makeup, n’ nail polish!”
“I can’t do your makeup honey, I don’t know how”
He looks at you, apologetic
You tilt your head, making a show of batting your eyelashes, and tearing your eyes up, he squints, groaning , he should have never let you know how much your puppy dog eyes affect him
“Can I do your makeup?”
He tongues over his teeth, mulling over the question, he rolls his eyes at your wet lashes
“Fine”
You clap, grinning up at him before digging into your bag of kiddie make up, he leans back and closes his eyes when you start to work underpigmented glittery blue eyeshadow into his eyelids, suckling on a pacifier he offered you shortly after you sat down.
He hums an old Bon Jovi song when you swipe lip gloss over his lips, you press a messy kiss to his cheek, he rubs a large hand over your shoulder, clearly pleased by your sweet gesture
“Done!”
You chirp before shoving a small Barbie mirror into his hands, he lifts it, turning his head to admire your handiwork, clearly marred by you childlike state, he grins up at you
“Thank you sweetheart”
He pulls you into a hug
“You made me all pretty”
You hum, shy
“was’ already pretty”
He blinks at you, before he presses a loud, lipgloss-y kiss to your forehead
“Ain’t you cute.”
He leans back in his chair, pulling you with him, bouncing his knee to lull you into a more relaxed state, he clicks a few buttons on the remote, until The Care Bears pops up, both of you sit, content to watch the multicoloured bears trot across the screen.
Logan clears his throat when the episode ends, checking the time
“It’s just about dinner time pumpkin.”
“Dinnr’ da?”
He hums
“It’s also time to clean up Da’s face, don’t you think?”
You nod, rubbing at your eyes
“Do you have any makeup wipes honeybee?”
You shake your head, he groans
“Guess we’re going cvs, you want McDonald’s?”
You grin, nodding, excited at the prospect of a happy meal.
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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Abbie’s Agere Masterlist
Note: All of my works will be in the “Agere is known” au, even requests. I will not pay attention to the X-Men timeline at all, I love the movies and comics but it can be so confusing, I will mention modern day appliances in my oneshots just for the simplicity of it, even though a lot of the movies are set in the 60s-90s :)
Requests are open for all of these characters!
Feel free to request a character that isn’t on here, I’m still knew to writing Agere works, I will let you know if I do not know the character or will not write for them（╹◡╹）
Every character has a specific nickname for the reader, for example Logan’s is ‘Honeybee’ and Wade’s is ‘Bug’ it’s just a way to refer to the reader, because I don’t want to use “name” or “y/n” they both feel a bit soulless, hope that makes sense!
Marvel/X-Men
Wolverine/Logan (James) Howlett (Honeybee Works)
Angel
Worth it
Worth it p2
Night Terrors
Night Terrors p2
Painkiller
Deadpool/Wade Wilson (Bug Works)
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Colossus/Piotr Rasputin (Solnishko Works)
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Sabretooth/Victor Creed (Bunny Works)
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Gambit/Remy LeBeau (petit Works)
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Other Characters
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Agere Headcannons
Cg!Logan Howlett Headcannons
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! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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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Hello! Could I request some Cg! Logan Headcanons please? Thank you 💜💜💜
CG!Logan Howlett Headcanons
Of course! I hope these headcanons come across as accurate and you enjoy them :) some of these obviously won’t be that integral or reliant on his actual character traits, some are just cute parental things I think he’d do or would enjoy doing :)
🐾He’s quite stern, not mean, not to you at least, but he definitely stands his ground when it comes to rules.
🐾He can still be lax though, but he also wants you to know that any of the rules put in place are to keep you safe, healthy and happy, and maybe save him from a few grey hairs.
🐾Definitely tries to prove he can also be a “cool dad”, what’s a late night watching movies gonna hurt, and maybe a few snacks sneaked from the pantry.
🐾He wouldn’t have any actual preference for names, whatever you feel comfortable with goes, but he secretly would prefer “daddy” or “papa”, something about them just make him feel all warm.
🐾Same thing with pet names for you! Whatever you like goes, however, he will be partial to a “honeybee” (cause he’s your honey badger, duh!) and a “sweetheart”
🐾Expect to be picked up and carried everywhere, he loves having you near him, unless he’s in a dangerous or precarious situation of course.
🐾PURRS, and I mean full on rumbling chest, content purrs, he loves laying with you on his chest, just purring.
🐾speaking of, he’d definitely hiss and spit at anyone who got too close to you, you’re his kit, his only kit, he needs to keep you safe.
🐾Because of his heightened senses, he’d definitely be able to smell you and scent you, pressing his nose to your head because you smell so young, like a milky newborn smell.
🐾Bundles you up in his nest, yes, he has a nest, filled with blankets and furs, don’t ask, and your stuffed toys, all of which he’d scented, Wolverines are very territorial.
🐾Absolutely piles food on your plate, Wolverines work extremely hard to provide food for their young, he feeds you before he feeds himself, ensuring you’re getting all the nutrients you need.
🐾Frowns if you don’t finish your plate, he’s not mad at you, he just fears he’s not feeding you adequately enough, but once he knows you’re just full he rumbles a purr, pleased.
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I hope y’all enjoy these hcs, I really enjoyed doing them and spouting about irl Wolverines ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Just thinkin about Logan picking you up like this if you’re being naughty or throwing a tantrum, he definitely scruffs his age regressor.
I promise all of the Wolverine, Colossus and Gambit requests yall sent will be coming out, I’m struggling to find ideas for each one, how to illustrate the request and write it how I think yall will enjoy it, so please bare with me, just know that I’m not ignoring them, they are coming! Love ya’ll
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＾）
Worth it p2
Logan Howlett and fem!agere!reader
AN: I can definitely try to! I’m glad my works have been so comforting to you :) Thank you so much. I’m sorry I had to screenshot your req because tumblr wouldn’t let me post the original.
This also gives me an opportunity to make up for the rushed ending of Worth it, I was so annoyed at how I ended it, but I really wanted to get it out quickly, I tend to rush myself quite a bit, but I’m trying to slow down, I’ve realised that no matter when I release a work or how slow it takes me to release a work, yall will like it, I’m so grateful for the endless support, yall are the best
CW/TW: Mentions of loss, crying, grief, swearing, mention of death of x-men and reader from ‘worst’ Logan’s timeline, baby bottle use. Please let me know if I missed anything!
“I don’t know where to put my hands.”
You whimper at warmth of his heavy hands on your back, the thrum of life that had become so unfamiliar to you, you knew this wasn’t your Logan, but it didn’t matter, he was Logan, and clearly had some idea on who you were.
He hefted you up, his own cries soaking into the shoulder of your soft pyjamas, holding you so tight you thought you couldn’t breath, but you didn’t stop him, it felt too right, too normal to waste, you needed to savour this, for as long as you could, suck all the affection and love out of the man holding you, before it was too late, before he too was gone.
His hand soothed up and down your spine, he cooed a sweet lullaby to you, his breath shaky and thin, his face was flushed as he paced, trying to settle you, he pressed his nose into your hair, crying out at the infant, milky scent, his kit. He crouched, still holding you.
Leaning down to pick up a stuffed animal, pressing you tightly into his chest, he thumbed at the worn face of the honey badger toy you left on the floor, forgotten in your moment of relief.
He felt a pang of familiarity and aching sorrow at the realisation that he knew the toy, one he had bought for you long ago, carefully preserved in a corner of his mind reserved specifically for you, For the memory of you, bright and joyful before he lost you, grasping at the thin straws of anything you.
He bounced you on his hip when you hiccuped, tuckered out from your long cry
“I know honeybee, it’s been so long.”
He hummed, his voice still delicate and fragile, He grunts when his back hits the worn leather of Wade’s couch, bouncing you on his knee, humming an old rock song to you, slipping so easily back into the role of your caretaker, like it was muscle memory, pressing small anguished kisses into your hairline.
Logan pulls his hand away from your back to catch a more comfortable T-shirt wade tosses his way, throwing it on before cradling you tighter against his chest, resuming his gentle humming.
Wade busies himself in the small kitchen, pottering and muttering curses when he drops a bottle, before filling it with milk and running it under the hot tap until it’s warm, he hands it to Logan, who grasps the bottle, glancing at it fondly, it’s another one of your items he remember fondly, a clear bottle, messily decorated with some of your stickers, he thumbs over the peeling plastic.
“You hungry honeybee?”
You nod sleepily, blinking your eyes open, pawing at the arm holding your bottle, he adjusts you in his lap, he eases the pacifier out of your mouth, replacing it with the warm nib of the bottle, his stomach clenched at the sight of you suckling gently at the teat, he pulled you closer, ever grateful for what looked like a chance, an opportunity to give you a better life.
Logan scrunches his eyebrows when Wade plops down on the couch next to him, derobed of all his weapons, he silently appreciates the gesture. He clears his throat before speaking up, making sure you’re dozing off.
“How long have you been.. caring for them”
Logan grumbles, you twist and turn, kneading at his t-shirt when you feel the rumble of his chest
“I found the little spider-monkey napping by your grave five years ago”
Wade lowers his voice and Logan’s shocked the man could collect himself long enough to discuss a serious topic.
“Thank..you, for taking me here, last time I saw them, it was back at the mansion, I was being a dickhead, yelling about things that weren’t their fault, after knocking down a few whiskeys, I came back and they were all gone, I was being an asshole and didn’t even say sorry, or goodbye.”
Logan chokes, steadying himself when he sees you blinking at him blearily, your bottle finished as you gnaw on the teat, he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling the bottle away and dropping it on the coffee table.
“They didn’t cope well, we visited your grave every other day, they demanded it”
Wade pulls his mask over his lips, smiling down at you from where your cradled against Logan’s chest
“You have a second chance, take it”
Logan tongues over his teeth, leaning forward to grab a pacifier sat on the coffee table.
“Where do I sleep?”
Wade grins
“With bug, in my room, we’re a little stretched for space so I’ve been bumming it on the couch.”
Logan grunts
“For five years?”
“Yup, couldn’t let them sleep on the couch, so I gave them my bed.”
“Thank you”
Wade nods, leaving the conversation there
“You might want to get them to bed, it’s nearly their bedtime”
Wade checks the time on the tv, it’s nearing 10pm
Logan hefts you up, your head lolling on his shoulder, he walks in the direction of Wade’s room, firmly patting his back in thanks, you sleepily blink, waving to Wade, who waves back, smiling.
Logan gently tucks you under the blankets, smooshing a kiss to your cheeks, handing you your honey badger toy, Logan rummages through Wade’s room before he settles on a pair of sleep shorts, begrudgingly slipping them on. You giggle sleepily when Logan splays out next to you in pink shorts decorated with unicorns, he grumbles, building blankets up around the both of you in the form of a nest, purring at the warmth.
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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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 :)
Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better
I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end
I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗
Night Terrors p2
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader
A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩
I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.
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 （╹◡╹）
TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.
Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.
He clears his throat
“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”
You blink up at him, smiling dopily
“Okay pa.”
You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.
He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.
He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him
“Daddy? What’s wrong?”
He rubs a hand over his face
“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”
he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.
“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”
Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully
“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”
He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.
He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin
“All done babydoll.”
You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously
“Can you decorate the bandage please?”
He huffs through his nose, smiling
“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”
You nod, stubborn
“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”
You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.
His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.
You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.
“There you go sweets.”
You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.
“Thank you pa!”
He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.
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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.
“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”
You nod, sleepy.
By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.
He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.
Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek
“Sweet dreams honeybee”
You smile dopily, slurring out a
“See you in the mornin papa.”
He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out
“Where goin?”
He frowns before walking back over, leaning down
“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”
You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag
“Smell gross”
He laughs lightly
“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”
You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.
You melt into the sheets, knackered.
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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.
Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.
Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.
You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.
Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.
You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.
“Bee, what’s the time?”
You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip
“Logan, What are you doing?”
“Sleeping?”
You narrow your eyes
“On the couch?”
He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself
“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”
You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed
“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”
He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself
“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”
You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him
“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”
“An accident that could have cost you your life”
He bites out
“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”
“You should be”
He grumbles, you groan
“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”
“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”
He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on
“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”
He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.
He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’
“Save it.”
He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.
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