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This is wonderful??? Like it’s great but also poor Logan-

Small Misconceptions (Part 1)

Warnings: Cages, Remus mention (really slight)

Notes: I’ve had this idea floating around in my brain for a while. Not sure how long it will be, but we are going to hurt Logan before it’s all over. I know where I want it to go, now let’s hope I can write it all. Also, let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates.

Days as a borrower easily became monotonous. Every day was nearly identical, change was often uncommon. Change was dangerous. Change meant the risk of being caught was higher. And that goes for change in the humans’ schedules and the changes in a borrower’s schedule.

Logan couldn’t ask for a better life as a borrower though. He liked the order, he liked the unspoken schedule. It made it easy to figure out when he had time to retrieve specific items for himself. He knows that every other day he can head to the kitchen to retrieve leftover snacks, chips and popcorn are the most common, after the movies turn off in the living room. He knows he can sneak into one of the human’s rooms for basic supplies about five days of the week when the house has been empty for an hour. It was easy.

Today was one of those five days, and he needed to make use of it. A new thumbtack was highly needed as his old one had gotten bent and rendered nearly unusable after his latest tussle with a small mouse. Paperclips might also be useful, he could create a backup hook, something he has been debating on doing for some time now. He used the last of his current paperclips for steadying his current sleeping setup.

Logan pat his side and was satisfied to find his hook resting there securely. He made sure his small bag was strapped safely on his back before heading out of his small hole. Navigating the walls was easy, especially after having been in this house for nearly his whole life. He reached the loose framing by the floor and pushed it out. He slipped out through the small space.

As soon as he was out of the walls he beelined straight for the desk. Everything he needed from this run was all up there. That was why he always borrowed from this human. He was just a little messy, but it was easy to locate the items with enough time. And he had plenty of time since the human doesn’t come back for a couple hours still.

He could borrow from the other human in the small house, but he knew he would truly be putting himself in more danger than necessary. The other human was loud, overly dirty, and just plain chaotic. Logan would rather be caught by the human he was currently borrowing from than his chaotic brother. Not that he was going to be caught any time soon though.

He reached the bottom of the first desk leg and paused to grab the hook from his hip. He reeled his arm back and tossed the hook with practiced aim. Logan tugged the string and a feeling of pride welled up within himself. It stuck on the first throw. As expected. But Logan still felt some pride every time he did it.

With a practiced ease, he scaled up the string. Hoisting himself up onto the desk, he began instantly scanning the desk for the thumbtacks and any other useful items. The human was working on some sort of craft project this time, if the colorful feathers and rubberbands had any say on that. Logan shook his head in disinterest as he continued his scan, he didn’t want to know what the human was making, he didn’t care either.

Though a rubberband or two may be helpful later on. He kneeled down and picked two of them up, only slightly question the fact that they were green and red. At least they weren’t the neon pink or orange ones, those would stand out. Red and green offered some camouflage at least.

As he packed them in his bag, he noticed a small assortment of thumbtacks out the corner of eye. He adjusted his small wire glasses with a small smile. At least he found what he was looking for. He stood up to approach the thumbtacks but froze halfway there.

Did something just move? Logan whipped around. He thought he heard something and saw something out of the corner of his eye. His breathing quickened but Logan was quick to reassure himself that he was just hearing things and there was no human in the house. It must’ve just been the wind blowing a feather off the desk. In the back of his mind, a small voice screamed at him telling him the window was still closed, but lying to himself seemed to help him feel more calm about the situation.

He turned back to the thumbtacks and stilled once more. They were gone. But that didn’t make sense unless…

He gasped as fingers suddenly wrapped around his form, quickly lifting him off of the safety of solid ground. The grip knocked the breath out of him and he struggled to free his arms from the warm, constricting grip. Abruptly, the movement stopped and Logan was beyond terrified to open his eyes and look at the human.

“Now what are you?” The human mused to themself. Logan stilled at the words but still refused to open his eyes. Struggling was only going to deprive him of energy, and he needed energy if he wanted a chance to escape. Though, the bruises that are bound to form from this grip would be a slight issue.

A finger suddenly appeared under Logan’s chin and tilted his head upwards. In a panic, Logan flung his eyes open at the intruding touch. He was met with the curious gaze of a partially familiar human. Logan’s fear only subsided slightly with the reassurance that the other one hadn’t caught him.

However, he was filled with more fear when he noticed how curious the human looked. A curious human was nearly as dangerous as getting caught by a human child. 

The human tilted his head. “Can you talk?” He maneuvered Logan’s head to the side, receiving a wince. The human analyzed him for another couple seconds before shrugging. “Ah, guess that’s fine. I’m Roman. I guess I’ll have to come up with a name for you. You’ll respond to something eventually. Yeah!” 

Logan paled. What? If the human was already thinking of something to call him that meant the human was planning of keeping him. And the human barely gave him time to prove he could speak, not that he was planning on it. But the human, Roman, seemed convinced that Logan was some unintelligent animal that could be kept as a pet.

Logan had to get out. Now. But that was pretty difficult when you were restricted in a giant hand the size of your body. And Logan didn’t like the way the human was musing quietly under his breath and searching his closet with his free hand.

“Aha! Found it! This will be perfect for you, little guy!”

Logan paled more than he already was. That was a cage. A hamster cage. And knew exactly what, or who, was the next occupant. 

Roman excitedly slammed the cage on the desktop and the unlocked door flung open from the impact. Without any warning, Roman thrust his fist into the cage and dropped Logan onto the cool cage bottom. And before Logan could register what just happened, the door was snapped shut.

Logan was trapped.

Inspired by @transformationloveb ‘s incorrect quote.

~trying really hard to patiently wait for part 5~ Like how the hell is this so good ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

blinded by fear pt4

in which virgil takes logan home (and into his arms)

pt1 - pt2 - pt3 - pt4 - (pt5)

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༊*·˚ 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮

You, Logan, Laura and Charles have to pretend to be a family with the nice people but Logan can’t help thinking what could have been

Warning/disclaimer: strong language, cursing, sexual themes, angst, follows the events of Logan

The silence was the eighth guest at the table. It sat just as stiff as the rest of you.

The lovely family you’d helped at the roads invited you all back for dinner and Logan who was hesitant to accept the kindness of strangers denied, but Charles insisted. Even you didn’t want to turn down a hearty meal. It made a change from the bars of granola and chocolate you’d been eating like it was your last meal the days you’d been on the road.

Logan watched as you coaxed Laura into using a fork and not her fingers and as you told her not to pile too much on her plate.

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You and Logan sat at the dining table at the school. Everyone else was asleep and it was just the two of you in the dead of night, lit only with the dim kitchen lights.

The two of you sat facing each other, you cradled tea while Logan had a soda. Your legs were thrown of his lap as you talked about something, he wasn’t even sure what it was because all he was focusing on was his hand caressing up your leg and how sweet your skin tasted as he nipped and licked at your neck.

You tried to keep talking but he was oh so distracting. “Logan.”

He hummed, kissing that sweet spot behind your ear.

“We’re in a school, stop trying to take me on the table,” you said, amused.

“I’m not trying to take you on the table,” he denied, lifting his head to look at you. “I’m trying to take you on the kitchen counter. C’mon, you know you want to.”

His hands slipped under your shirt that was really his, pinching and groping any flesh he could. He chuckled as you shivered, kissing your lips and trying to slide his tongue in.

“Anyone could walk by,” you argued against his lips.

“Well, they didn’t find us the first time. Or the second, or the last time, or the time before that,” he listed.

You giggle quietly as he groans playfully against your neck, gripping your thighs until he had you straddling him, the chair groaning under the weight of you both. “We can’t break another chair,” you mumble.

“Then we better take it slow, bub.”

He kissed you sweetly before giving into the heat that crawled in his stomach and down to his cock. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“There’s plenty more if she wants,” said Kathryn, bringing Logan from his daydream.

He looked at you, none the wiser he wished he could still love you freely and not pay the price later. Then he looked to Laura who was shoving corn in her mouth. “She’s fine,” he grumbled.

“Where are y’all heading?” Asked Will.

Logan said ‘Oregon’ the same time Charles said ‘South Dakota,’ and everyone looked between the two.

You clear your throat. “Oregon then South Dakota.”

“Vacation?” Asked Kathryn.

“Yes,” said Charles. “Long overdue, we’re city folk. Always wanted to go out and see the country, meet the people who live in it.” He smiled, as if this was all his plan.

Kathryn nodded. “That sounds lovely. Been trying to get Will here to take a vacation for years now.”

“You don’t like to travel?” You asked.

Logan remembered traveling with you once. To Canada.

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The two of you were hiding from the frigid snow in a bar, where Logan could keep himself warm with whiskey and where he could keep you warm all evening.

The two of you had sat at the bar, talking with smiles on your faces, almost passing for regular people.

When Johnny Cash started playing ‘Give my love to Rose’ you had dragged him out to the floor. It was empty besides an old couple swaying slowly. He followed after you grudgingly but his hold on your hand was firm. He dared glare at any man that looked at his girl.

When you were in the middle of the floor you threw your arms around his shoulders as his hands fell to your hips, helping you move.

“Smile,” you told him.

“Why?”

“I wanna see if your face cracks.”

He squeezes you and pulls you in closer, biting down on his lip as he looks at you.

“I thought you’d be happy to be out of the school for a bit,” you said. “I know you don’t like being cooped up all the time.” You caressed his cheek.

He moved to kiss your palm. “I am happy, bub. M’always happy with you.”

“Well, would it kill you to show it,” you tease.

“I can show it to you,” he mumbled in your ear.

You smile and rest your head on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.

Give my love to Rose, won’t you mister. Take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes.

Logan hummed the song, chest vibrating with it.

“We could do it, if you want,” you said.

Logan hummed.

You moved away from his chest and looked up to him. “We could leave the school if you wanted.”

He looked at you. Sure, he’d thought about it but never said it out loud. He knew the school was your home, the only place you’d ever known. He wasn’t going to ask you to leave it all behind, even if he was at home with the mountains. “You’d leave?”

“Well we’d have to talk to Charles, and we’d visit of course. But I’m not against the idea, Logan. I want a life with you.”

His arms circled around you. “I want you, forever, bub.”

“You have me. Forever.”

He raised his brows. The two of you could live a long, long time. With both your healing factors. “And ever?”

You rolled your eyes. “And ever.”

He grinned, something only you could make him do. He took your hands and kissed the backs of them before pulling out and bringing you back in.

And ever.

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Logan felt your foot nudge his under the table and he thought he’d missed a question or something.

You glanced his way. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

Logan chewed and moved his foot closer to yours, your feet together. Color tinged your cheeks. When had the two of you gotten so cold with each other? He couldn’t pin point when the little touches between you two became miracles.

Was it when you lost half your family? Or when he realized he wasn’t getting better?

“And if we go out trapesing the country who’s gonna take care of this place?” Will proposed.

“Exactly, I say let it go,” said Kathryn.

“And live off what?”

“The lord will provide.”

“Well, I’m still waiting for him to provide me with a new thresher.”

Kathryn ignored her husband and smiled at them. “All the same, I’d love to travel someday.”

“And I bet you will,” Charles assured her.

Logan looked to him, wondering if he was getting too comfortable in using his powers again

“I could drop out of school,” suggested their son, Nate.

“Ok let’s not go that far,” said his mother as a couple chuckles passed the table.

“Careful,” you warned, “you’re talking to a guy who ran a school.” You nodded your fork to Charles.

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Logan wasn’t one for teaching, mainly he was a sub and would take some danger room sessions. Everyone knew he stuck around for you.

As classes were coming to an end he walked the corridors, nodding to those that said hello to him but he wasn’t stopping for a chat. He kept going until he came by your class. Kids were still leaving, a few young men loitering to ask you questions.

He watched amused as they thought they had a chance before he waltzed in, making himself known with the sound of his boots on the ground. “Hey, sweetheart,” he came up behind you as you straightened the papers.

“Hey,” you mumble.

The three students were still loitering and Logan glared at them. “Beat it.”

Quickly, they scampered.

“Logan,” you chastised.

“What?” He settled in your chair, fingers messaging into you.

“They were asking me what they’ve heard on the news,” you told him, distracted.

Logan sighed. He knew what the news was saying, the wonder and concern why there were less mutant births every day. He didn’t care. Less mutants, less students, more time spent with you.

But you were worrying. You watched the news every day, was reading reports and doing your own research.

“Listen, bub,” he said, trying to get your focus on him and not the desk. “Stop, look at me.”

He turned you around, trapping you between the desk and him. You seemed tired, you shoulders slumped. He went to message them, rubbing away the stress. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, couple months ago about leaving. Well, maybe we should.”

“Now?” You ask. “Logan, things aren’t going well for the mutants, right now Charles needs us here-”

“Things never go well for mutants,” he said. “You’re having second thoughts.”

You sigh, looking up to him. “I’m not having second thoughts. All I’m saying is we just need to wait a bit, to see what happens.”

Logan didn’t want to wait. He was stubborn, he wanted to act. While you had been looking into what was going on with the mutants, he had been looking at places in Canada to live. Little towns, little huts in snowy mountains.

“Soon, ok?” You pecked his lips and moved from his grasp as he watched you go.

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“It was a um… a special needs school,” Charles fumbled on his words.

“That’s a good description for it,” said Logan as you chuckled.

Charles looked over toward you and Logan. “They were in it,”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Logan mused. “I got kicked out a few times.”

They laughed at that, even Laura.

“I wish I could say you were a good student but the words would probably choke me,” said Charles, a sly smile on his lips.

You took a drink, hiding your smile.

Kathryn gestured between the two of you. “Is that how you met?”

You looked at her, stuttering.

“Oh yeah,” said Logan, looking at you. “I remember it like yesterday.”

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Logan remembered finding himself in Charles class room, barefoot, a random hoodie thrown on. He was confused, and angry.

“I’m Charles Xavier,” said the Professor, wheeling out from behind his desk.

“Where am I?” He asked.

“Westchester, New York. You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention.”

“I don’t need medical attention,” he said.

“Yes, of course.”

Logan looked around, he knew none of this. “Where’s the girl?”

“Rogue? She’s here, she’s fine.”

Logan raised his brows. “Really?”

The door opened, starting him. “Ah, Logan. I’d like you to meet Ororo Monroe also called Storm. This is Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops.”

‘Cyclops’ put his hand out for Logan. “Hi.”

Logan stared at him. Mainly, at his glasses.

“They saved your life,” said Charles. “They’re in my school for the gifted. For mutants- ah, y/n! Come here please.”

You had been walking by the door when he called for you and ushered you in. You smiled at both Storm and Cyclops but walked around Logan with side steps. He watched you go to the professor and you looked back to him once.

“This is, y/n. This is Logan.” He introduced.

Logan stuck out his hand to you, earning a scoff from Scott.

Whatever else happened that day, Logan could not tell you. He only knows that’s the day he met you and nothing else has mattered to him since.

Logan looked around at them all, still holding your hand. “Cyclops? Storm? What they call you, wheels?”

The Professor bristled but you laughed.

Logan smirked at you.

You met his gaze and took you hand away. “Nice meeting you, Logan.”

As soon as Logan was done. He sort you out, and every time after, he sort you out.

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“Are you married?” Asked Kathryn.

Her husband scolded her.

You clamped your hands between your hands, blushing as even Logan took his time chewing. “No.”

“Never got round to askin,” said Logan.

“Then you had a kid right?” Asked Kathryn, smiling at Laura who watched her with curious eyes. "Ain't that always the way."

You glanced at Logan. You watched him with just as much curiosity. Did you really think he wasn't planning on proposing? That he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with you like you'd always planned. You shook yourself out of your daze, back to eating. "Something like that."

"Well, there's still time," said Kathryn as her son and husband laughed at her. "Sorry, i'm a romantic."

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Logan might not remember the last time he kissed you, but he remembered the first. You'd gone on a mission, saving some mutant kids that had been taken. He hadn't gone obviously cause why would he care, he hadn't realised you were going. If he had, he would've jumped on that jet.

He'd heard it had gone wrong. That someone had been hurt.

He was waiting outside when the jet landed. Scott and Jean hurried to check the kids as soon as they stepped off.

Logan growled under his breath and pushed past them all, trying to find you.

You were in the jet, scrubbing yourself clean of blood. You must have heard him coming as you turned quickly. "Hey Logan."

"What happened?" he asked. He could smell only iron, not you. It drove him crazy.

You shrugged, tugging off part of your suit, you wearing a vest underneath, tying the arms around your waist. "The kids are safe."

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

The two of you had been dancing around each other for months. With Logan's blunt flirting and your smirks and long-lasting glances, your coming together was a ticking time bomb.

"I'm fine."

You weren't meeting his gaze and he wondered what he'd done to get you annoyed.

He strode over to you, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

You took his wrists from you. "No," you said, grumbling.

The two of you fought, trying to grab and push at each other until Logan got the upper hand and pushed you against the wall. "What?"

"You!" you snapped. You were panting, looking up to him as he bared his teeth, confused. "You couldn't get your head out your ass long enough to give me a hand? To help?"

"I didn't know- I didn't know you were going!" he argued. "If I had do you not think I would've come with, eh bub?"

"I don't think I ever know what's going on in your head." You tried to push past him but Logan grabbed you again and kissed you.

Neither of you knew what was happening. All you knew was that Logan was against you, bodies pressed together, lips moulding together in anger and need. It was more than he'd hoped, more than he'd imagined.

His fingers dug into your skin, sighing against your lips as your hands grasped at his shoulders in fury and want. "You," he mumbled in your skin. "All my head is filled with is you."

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Logan had grudgingly agreed to stay the night at the family's house, after Charles and you had made him. He'd settled Charles in his room and Laura- well, he didn't know where she was and he wasn't sure he cared all that much.

He was looking for you and he found you in the bathroom, washing your face. The droplets of water ran down your neck as you brushed your hands over your head. Slowly, giving you enough time to tell him to fuck off, he stepped in and closed the door behind you.

"What's up?" you ask quietly, dabbing away the water.

He watched you and sighed. The two of you used to just move around each other, understanding without words. Now, he couldn't even stand in the same room as you without you assuming he needed something. "When did this happen?" he mumbled.

"What?"

He shook his head. "When was our last kiss?" he asked, looking at you.

You met his gaze, holding onto the sink to purchase you.

"When was the last time we made love, y/n?"

"Was it ever love?" you mumbled. "It was over very quickly, if it was."

He grumbled under his breath, complaining. "You think i'm not doing all of this for you?" he asked, limping closer. "You'd have left and gone off yourself if I hadn't taken that fucking kid in and gone on this damn ride."

"I want you to do it for you, Logan," you whisper, not wanting to let the house know you were talking. Or arguing. "All you've ever done is to keep Charles safe, or to do it for me, I want you to have some purpose. I want you to have something in your life."

You'd gotten closer to him. He could smell your scent, beautiful, never dulled by the days spent cooped up in a van.

Logan scanned every one of your features. You hadn't aged a day since he'd known you while he was old, greying and gruff, a collection of wrinkles and pain. What did that loving family see when they looked at you? A beauty and its beast?

His hand drifted up to your cheek, cupping it and running a rough thumb over the smoothness of his cheek.

Your eyes flickered around him as he brought his head lower until his lips, chapped and cut, were against yours, wet and soft. You didn't move to hold him, or push him away and for that he should have been thankful. You let him wrap his arms around you, caging your body against his as your nails dug into his forearms. Your lips parted as his did, as he licked your bottom lip and as you gave into him.

He used to be able to kiss you until the air was out of his lungs, but just as his tongue met yours, he had to pull away and suck in a deep breath.

That was your last kiss, and he'd always remember it.

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The Choice

Summary:On a mission, Logan chooses Jean over Celine, who painfully realizes he would always choose Jean.

Logan had fought in countless battles, faced impossible odds, but today was different. The mission had spiraled out of control, and the air was thick with smoke and shouts. Logan’s claws sliced through enemy lines as he fought with everything he had, but his mind kept drifting back to the two women behind him.

Jean Grey, his ex-lover, was struggling just a few steps away. Her face was strained, her hands shaking as she held up a psychic barrier against the onslaught. They had been something once—intense, complicated, and real. Even after it ended, the connection between them never truly severed. He felt it now, a pull he couldn’t ignore.

Across the battlefield, Celine fought fiercely, her movements sharp and calculated. Logan had promised her everything. Promised her he’d always be there, always come back. But as he turned his gaze back to Jean, who collapsed to her knees, clutching her temples in agony, his heart twisted.

Jean screamed, and it cut through him like a knife. Her shields shattered, leaving her defenseless against the incoming barrage. Logan’s instincts screamed at him to go to her, to protect her like he always had.

“Logan!” Celine’s voice broke through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “We need to retreat, now!”

But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jean. “I can’t leave her,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Celine’s voice sharpened. “Logan, don’t make me choose between you and her!”

He finally turned to face Celine, and in her eyes, he saw the realization of what was coming. Her lips trembled, but her gaze held steady, hard.

“Why?” she challenged, her voice biting. “Because you would choose her?”

His throat tightened. He hated this—hated the truth that hung between them like a sword. But he couldn’t lie. “Yeah,” he rasped, “I’ll choose her.”

Something in Celine’s expression shifted, her eyes going cold and distant, like shutters slamming shut. Her face went blank, devoid of emotion. “Fine,” she said, her tone flat, almost disinterested. “Do what you have to do.”

Logan hesitated, but the urgency of the situation pressed him. He sprinted toward Jean, scooping her up and carrying her toward the Blackbird, his heart heavy. He knew he’d crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.

When he reached the jet, he placed Jean inside, making sure she was stable. Then he turned to look at Celine. She was already at the controls, her expression icy, unreadable. She didn’t even glance his way.

“Celine…” he began, desperate to find the words.

“Don’t bother,” she cut in coldly, her tone like frost. “You made your choice, Logan. Now live with it.”

He flinched, feeling the sting of her words like a slap. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes flicked to him, empty and cold. “You didn’t,” she replied, her voice chilling in its calmness. “You just showed me where we stand.”

Logan swallowed hard, realizing just how deeply he’d wounded her. But she turned away, dismissing him entirely, focusing on the controls as if he were no longer there. The engines roared to life, and the jet began to ascend, but her silence was louder than the roar.

She didn’t look at him again, her gaze fixed forward, her posture rigid and unyielding. Logan felt a hollow ache settle in his chest, knowing he had just lost something vital, something he might never get back.

As they flew into the night, Celine remained silent, her expression like stone, a barrier he knew he’d never be able to breach again.

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Silent Exchange

Summary: Logan, working as a prostitute, meets a client who only wants to talk. In their conversation, Logan faces the emptiness he’s been running from.

The bar was thick with sweat, blood, and smoke, and Logan stood in the middle of the cage, his chest heaving from another brutal fight. The crowd roared around him, but he tuned them out, his senses dulled to the chaos. The opponent lay crumpled on the mat, and Logan wiped a streak of blood from his knuckles. It wasn’t his.

He grabbed his coat from the edge of the cage and slipped it over his broad shoulders, walking toward the back without looking back at the crowd or the unconscious man. He’d seen it all before—too many times to count. It was just another fight. Just another night.

As he ducked through the narrow corridor, Vic, his so-called “manager,” stood leaning against the wall. Vic was a rat of a man, always looking for the next quick buck, always knowing how to push Logan’s buttons.

“Logan, you killed it tonight, man,” Vic said, that slimy grin plastered on his face. “But you know, the fights? They’re small-time compared to what you could be making.”

Logan didn’t stop, barely acknowledging Vic as he passed him.

“C’mon, Logan,” Vic called after him. “I got real offers! Men and women, high rollers. They pay a premium for someone like you.”

Logan paused, jaw clenching. He could hear Vic’s grin even without looking. He’d been running from offers like this for a long time. But the money from the fights wasn’t enough anymore. And something about the grind of it all was wearing him down.

“How much?” Logan asked without turning around.

Vic’s grin spread wider. “Enough to make it worth your time. They like ’em strong. Like a beast. Someone who can take whatever they throw at ’em.”

Logan closed his eyes for a second. He knew exactly what Vic meant. He’d seen it before, been offered it before. But tonight, something inside him gave in.

“Fine,” Logan muttered, his voice low.

The first client was a woman, older, draped in diamonds and arrogance. Her perfume was thick, filling the room like a fog, suffocating. She didn’t speak much, just took him in with a gaze that said she’d already owned him before he’d even stepped through the door.

Logan let her. He’d learned to detach himself, to let his mind drift as his body did what was expected. She wanted someone rough, someone who could take whatever she dished out. He gave her that. And when it was over, he left without a word, pocketing the envelope she’d left on the bedside table.

The clients came and went after that. Sometimes men, sometimes women. Some wanted him to be gentle, others wanted to test his limits. None of it mattered to Logan. He was just a body, just muscle and bone, flesh that healed too fast for any of it to leave a mark. It was just another kind of fight. A different kind of cage.

The money was good, though. Better than the fights. He could live off it. But the emptiness followed him out of every hotel room, clinging to him like the stench of cheap perfume and sweat.

He could handle it. He’d handled worse. That’s what he kept telling himself. But every night, it chipped away a little more.

It wasn’t until the night he met him that things began to shift.

Logan walked into the room like he always did, expecting the same motions, the same script. The client was a man in his mid-thirties, clean-cut, his suit well-tailored and his hair slicked back. Logan had seen plenty of guys like him—wealthy, successful, but hollow behind the eyes, looking for something they couldn’t buy with all their money.

They sat across from each other in the hotel room, the man watching Logan quietly.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” the man asked after a moment, his voice calm but tinged with something like nervousness.

Logan grunted. “Yeah.”

The man nodded, still studying him. But unlike the others, he wasn’t eyeing Logan with lust or hunger. His expression was more… curious. Thoughtful, even.

“You ever get tired of it?” the man asked, leaning forward slightly. “Doing this?”

Logan frowned. “It’s a job,” he said flatly. “Same as any other.”

The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that all it is to you? Just a job?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. He didn’t know how to respond to that. Most clients didn’t care. Most of them just wanted to get what they paid for and move on. But this guy… he wanted more. He wanted to talk.

“What do you want?” Logan asked, his voice gruff.

The man leaned back in his chair, his expression softening. “I didn’t hire you to… do what you think. I just wanted to talk.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, the tension in his body easing slightly. This wasn’t what he’d expected. Not at all.

“Talk,” Logan repeated, the word foreign in his mouth. “That’s all?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. That’s all.”

Logan was silent for a long moment, unsure of what to do with this. Talking wasn’t part of the deal. It never had been. But this man—he wasn’t asking for anything else. He wasn’t demanding or pushing Logan into that familiar role.

“Why?” Logan finally asked, his voice low.

The man sighed softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Because… I’m tired. Tired of everything feeling so empty. I’ve been paying for company for years, but it’s always the same. No matter what I do, no matter how much I pay, it never fills the hole.”

Logan felt a strange twinge of recognition in the man’s words. He knew that feeling all too well.

The man looked up at him again, eyes soft but serious. “You ever feel that way? Like no matter what you do, nothing fills the void?”

Logan clenched his jaw, the weight of the question settling heavily on him. He could brush it off, pretend like he didn’t understand. But the truth was, the man was right. Logan had been running from that void for as long as he could remember.

“Yeah,” Logan muttered. “I get it.”

They sat in silence for a while, the usual tension of these encounters fading away. There was no expectation, no transaction. Just two men sitting in a hotel room, both carrying the weight of their own emptiness.

“You don’t have to stay,” the man said softly. “If this isn’t what you want.”

Logan shook his head. “No. It’s fine.”

He didn’t know why he stayed. Maybe because, for once, there was no need to turn it all off. No need to shut down. For once, he wasn’t just a body, wasn’t just a tool for someone else’s pleasure.

And for the first time in a long while, that felt like enough.

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

Well, that's a binary way to view things. I present the nuanced approach that is: "Logan believes that he is not meant for emotions as he is logic, which to an extant, means he is unlovable. What he does not know, however, is that this belief is rooted in the fact that he does not love himself."

something i think about often, is that i don't think logan, in the series, recognizes that he doesn't love himself. and i can't imagine how awful the scenario would be when he does.

Sad Logan Sanders

In all honesty Logan’s probably going to snap soon. I commented this and I’m copy and pasting it: “Nobody gonna comment about how ignored and sad Logan was in this video? Like seriously, he just left without warning and they told him not to do that in moving on part 2 but they didn’t even notice!”

The rest of this is not copied and pasted: If you put on the captions for when Thomas call Logan “cool” it says “disbelieving noise.”

Then he got called the least favorite character and he gets called names and the only time the sides really listened to him was when Remus was in the episode and that was for their benefit.

And they kept him out of the courtroom scene and when Thomas started to sound like Logan a little Roman told Thomas not to talk like Logan because he wasn’t there and that they should act like it. He also talked over Logan when he tried to help out. Roman literally CUT LOGAN OFF THE SCREEN!

Patton just tries to get him to shut up. It’s not as noticeable but even he pushes him away. And he uses infinitesimal jokes all the time, no matter how much Logan hates it. HE EVEN SKIPPED LOGAN! AT LEAST WHEN ROMAN DID IT HE READ SOME OF HIS FACTS OUT LOUD BUT PATTON... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Virgil wants him to shut up too. He’s the one who called Logan the least favourite character and Patton and Roman laughed. He wanted to RESTRICT HIS BREATHING!

Dee (I refuse to use Janus because I love Dee and his real name won’t change me using the nickname) was the one to include Logan in the courtroom scene and has impersonated Logan more than the others because I think it’s easier for him in because he only has to talk when asked to which now isn’t very often anymore he also didn’t have to do anything to impersonate Logan. He said he did nothing to him when they yelled what did you do to Logan (if you tell me he was lying I will just mention this- his voice changes when he lies but his voice remained the same when he said that)

Remus was only listening to Logan and nobody else but for some reason the others don’t listen to Logan even after that. Unless it helps them. When it doesn’t help them... “Logan, shut up!”

I truly am sorry for this rant/vent but it’s true. Now please don’t steal this rant. I’m writing this at 4 30 am and I’m proud of it 

and this doesnt include all, but theres a LOT

sanders sides but only when logan is cut off or shut up!! enjoy the vid <3333

poor logan! I love him! he deserves better! and when he said "im just here to deliver one last fact then i will do you all a favour and spare you my company", it sounded a bit final. which worries me. he deserves more than what the other sides give him. some examples:

the video about him helping thomas? overtaken.

complimented once? he had to get hurt severely by remus.

called cool? logan doesnt believe i AND it never happens again.

wants to be included? leave him out of courtroom scene.

wants to show feelings? ends up hitting roman.

tries to participate? gets his ideas shot down

makes one mistake? never let him live it down

others get to reveal their name? NOT LOGAN PATTON DOES IT FOR HIM-

need i go on?

I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry for this. its just a few facts i noticed that you can use if you want! But please tag me!

Headcanon

Patton was always mad at Logan for also being a blue side.

To retaliate, he took Logan’s logo and changed it so it wouldn’t be to obvious. He also made sure to make Logan insecure by making Logan think of himself like he was a joke. He also kept telling Logan to shut up. He even pretended to care for Logan so it wouldn’t be noticed by the fandom, and if it was, the fandom retaliated and made sure that his “nice things” to Logan were bigger

harsh but true-

unless Remus is involved but even then they didn’t listen to him

In SVS redux Patton says "we four had helped you."

eXcUsE mE pAtTon! Y'all kicked out Logan and benched him! And you have no right to commit a falsehood! You are not allowed to say h helped when you clearly didn't let him! I love my child and the fact that Janus didn't pop up makes me mad!

If you are talking about Janus, he was against you! Just...

Logan Angst One shot

Characters: Logan, Remus, Virgil, Patton and Roman

TW: nothing i can think of

Hurt/No comfort

tell me if I need to add anything

After the most recent video, Logan goes to his room. He doesn’t feel sad or angry. He just feels numb. He doesn’t know what to do. Scream? Cry? Both? He just sits down and starts working. It’s 5 pm when he starts to work. Somehow, he’s still working at midnight, not feeling the least bit tired. Morning comes around, he’s still working. Noon comes around, he’s still working. He’s not hungry, tired, or stressed. He just keeps working.

Then, Remus barges in. He doesn’t care for boundaries. “Hey, Nerdy Wolverine!”

Logan doesn’t respond...

“Nerdy wolverine?”

Logan sighs, “I’m working, Remus!”

“But you were working last night! You skipped our experiments!” Remus whined.

“I know, Remus! I love our science experiments, but I need to get this done!”

“Have one of the others do it!”

“They never do!” Logan rested his head on his hand.

“But I wanna have fun!”

Logan was getting angry. “Ree... I have to finish this!”

“Logie~!” Remus whined, “I can’t have fun with Jan anymore! He left! And orange doesn’t like me! You’re the only one who plays with me!”

Logan snapped. “Remus Creativity Sanders!” I am working and I cannot do anything that’s fun! I have to finish and distractions are not allowed!”

Remus stared at him. Logan slapped a hand on his mouth when he realised what he said. “R-Rem-”

“No.” Remus sounded close to crying. “I’ll just go see if Roman wants to fight the dragon witch...” Remus walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

As soon as the door shut, Logan broke down. A few minutes later, he stood up. I have work to do. I can’t do anything until it’s done.

Logan start to work, not stopping again. About ten minutes later, Patton and Virgil started pounding on the door. Logan opened the door, reluctantly. “What?” As soon as the word left his mouth, the both started screaming at him.

Logan just closed the door in their faces. He was done taking their crap. Why should he take their crap? Its not like they helped him with the amount of work he had. He worked 24/7 and nobody cared.

About a month later, Logan was constantly working to no end. Nobody even checked on him. He hadn’t left his room at all. He didn’t leave for food, water or anything.

When Logan finished his work, he left his room. Everyone ignored him. Logan went back to his room shut the door and collapsed to the floor, sobbing. When he stopped sobbing, he was done. He kept the door closed and never left. He even made the door disappear. Nobody could get in or even talk to him. He only appeared for the videos, then disappeared. They couldn’t follow him though.

Im sorry for the stupid ending.

Me vs a random fander:

Fander Janus is accepted

Me: something's iffy

Fander: where's Virgil

Me: meh... He hurts Logan and Roman and despises Remus and Dee

Fander: Patton's evil?!

Me: HiS tRuE fOrM!

Fander: ignoring Logan

Me: thoroughly reading it through

Fander: *crying over Roman*

Me: ...but if Patton's "nice" and checking up on him why y'all crying

Fander: only caring about Dee Roman and Virgil

Me: WHAT ABOUT LOGAN?! IS HE WITH REMUS? REMY? EMILE? WHERE IS HE?!?!?

If you couldnt tell, I don't like Patton or Virgil

I'm sorry to say this

But (with the captions on)

It says "disbelieving noise" when Logan gets called cool ;-;

I have a thought

So the next episode is most likely going to be a Roman episode, right?

Well imagine it focuses on stuff Roman likes so he feels better. And they bring up Harry Potter and one of them says "It's Sirius's birthday! Can we celebrate it/do something for it? I mean we don't have anything to do today anyways."

And Logan stares at them.

He doesn't say a word but he's hurt.

His birthday so didn't matter to them-

You know what would be funny? If the new Asides episode was set to come out on a significant date.

Like, I don't know, Halloween.

Or maybe... November 3rd?

So about 3 months back I got kicked out of a Logan Angst Chat thing on Tumblr.

I got kicked out for writing something angsty in there for Logan and the person running it said I was being mean to Logan. I asked how and they kicked me out. Now I ask again WHY?!

Why was I kicked out for doing something in an ANGST server that was ANGST?! for the character who you're SUPPOSED to write angst for and I didn't make ANY of the others unsympathetic (even though I wanted to) so what did I do wrong?