roguelover9000

Side blog for fanfic :p Mainly x-men, I will write other marvel, dc, & star wars stuff, just ask :)

[roguelover9000]

A Thanksgiving in the Wilson-Howlett Household

Summaryish: Logan is struggling to adjust to his new familial roles amongst some of the X-Men, Wade schedules a dinner to try and help him.

a/n: Boy do I have notes for you before you read this. Firstly I must address the pressing question: What universe is this? It’s mainly meant to be the mcu but the Kitty and Jubilee I’m using are definitely more comic Kitty and ‘97 Jubilee. I just feel their representations in the mcu aren’t that great. Rogue is mostly supposed to be movie Rogue but I gave her an ounce of the southern accent. And clearly this Logan is the Logan from Deadpool & Wolverine, this is supposed to take place after that movie. ALSO I know that in the comics Kitty still technically has a dad and family and stuff but we see her interact with Wolverine as a familial figure way more than her actual family. ALSO ALSO I know we don’t really have clear details on Yukio and Ellie’s family lives so I’m basically just assuming they don’t really have any. ALSO ALSO ALSO Ellie is Megasonic Teenage Warhead, they don’t really say it in the movies I’m pretty sure but yeah her canon real name is Ellie if you weren’t aware, just didn’t want to confuse anyone lol. Ok anyways bye

After the ever so irritating Wade Wilson had taken Logan to a different universe he’d been forced to adapt to several new responsibilities.

Most he was able to take in stride, settling into a life where he could be a hero again, rather than hated by all. He even began to get used to Wade-shocking, he knew. 

But there was one change he found perhaps too intense, unable to grapple with the gravity of what had been forced upon him.

Being a father.

Funnily enough it wasn’t even his “biological” daughter that caused the stress. They came to a sort of strange agreement on their relationship. They’d talk sometimes, but mostly interacted with a comfortable silence, understanding each other.

His other three “daughters” were completely different. 

Quickly after joining the X-Men he had been introduced to the three lonely, troubled girls that the former Wolverine had gotten through their tough transitions into mutant life, forming close, protective bonds with each one.

To some degree all three girls considered the old Wolverine their father, and suddenly here was another chance to regain that fatherly figure they had lost so many times in their lives.

They instantly pounced on the chance.

He supposed they also saw it as some strange way to pay back the deceased man. Now it was their turn to help him through the transition to being an X-Men.

Logan found it completely overwhelming. 

Of course Wade found it completely endearing that Logan had these three adoptive daughters, practically having two of his own. So when Wade proposed a big thanksgiving dinner with all five of the mutant girls Logan knew there was no way he could say no. He didn’t know if it would break Wade or the three girl’s hearts more.

So on that fateful fourth Thursday, Logan found himself opening the door to Wade’s crappy apartment, which had just been assaulted with the sound of several teen to twenties girls knocking at once.

The colorful ensemble were all standing on Wade’s doorstep in various levels of dressy clothes, each holding a dish.

The two eldest, Anna Marie and Kitty were properly dressed for the holiday in nice dresses, and each carrying a quite presentable casserole. Jubilee and Ellie had completely thrown dress code out the window, each in their usual forms of rebellious clothing. Jubilee was toting a, slightly dented, can of cranberry jelly, and Ellie had shown up with nothing but an already open box of Ritz crackers that she was already eating out of. Yukio sat in a nice middle ground of the girls, she was casually dressed in decent clothes and had a good-sized pan of mashed potatoes.

Logan awkwardly welcomed the gaggle of girls, looking at Wade in discomfort and distress, not knowing how to handle all five at once.

Of course Wade didn’t notice Logan’s panicked expression, too swept up in complimenting each of the girls’ dresses and sampling every dish (even the crackers).

Logan found it strange how easily the usually crude and perverted man could switch to complete dad mode, and even stranger how he found it so impossible within himself to conjure up the same fatherly instincts.

Whenever he looked at the group of girls he felt as if he was on the battlefield, one wrong move and they’d tear him apart. In the end he knew it was truly his fear of not living up to their original Logan, knowing he could never replace that original bond, that he could destroy these girls’ last chance at having a dad. 

Wade snapped him out of his contemplative trance.

“Come sit down Wolvie!” he called from the table, where everyone else was already nestled.

Logan awkwardly took the last open seat, between Anna and Kitty. He gave each of them an uncertain smile, which they responded to with wonderfully genuine smiles.

Wade left to retrieve the final dish, the turkey, and every pair of eyes at the table settled on Logan, as if they were waiting for him to start the conversation.

“So, um, girls,” he began horribly, “how is…wearing dresses?” he ended even worse.

Ellie gave him a very pronounced eye roll, and Anna gave him a sympathetic smile. She gently placed her gloved hand on his and lowered her tone as the rest of the table instantly exploded in chaotic conversation.

“Are you doing alright?” she asked him gently, “I know this is all a lot for you.”

He sighed, giving the table a once over. 

“I just, never planned on any of this being my life. Thought I was gonna drink myself to death in some shitty den. And now I’m surrounded by all…of this,” he gestured to the chaos, which only got louder and more chaotic as Wade brought in the turkey.

“That’s how I felt when you,” Rogue stopped herself, taking a moment to collect her words, “when the other Logan brought me to the mansion. Ya know he went through a lota what you’re going through right now, we arrived at the same time. I helped him with his adjustment just as much as he helped me,” she began to reminisce, twisting one of her gloves in her lap.

“I know it’s a lot to take in all at once,” she continued, “yer sorta forced into a giant family and ya gotta adjust fast from being on your own to never being alone again,” she laughed a bit, mostly to herself, “but it's better than being alone,” her eyes landed on Jubilee, glittering as she watched her friend toss mashed potatoes at Ellie, “really, you’ll never believe that you’d ever been alone before.”

Logan smiled, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, careful to avoid touching any skin. Anna gave him a friendly smile before joining in on some sort of conversation in which the girls were trying to pressure Wade into brawling with Ellie. 

Logan settled back in his chair, closing his eyes and listening to the shouting and laughing, and what may have been Ellie punching Wade in the face.

Despite himself he grinned, knowing that it was too late, he was never abandoning this stupid little family.

[roguelover9000]

Family Game Night

Summaryish: Reader and some of the xmen have a game night.

a/n: I kinda hate this lmao its not that great uhhhhh, second person, no use of y/n, no real shipping but I made Gambit and the reader interact more than other characters??? I didn’t realize until the end I didn’t put Rogue in this but I’m too tired to edit it sigh I promise she’ll be in my next blurb. Some cursing other than that pretty pg. Also I tried out using colored text to differentiate who’s speaking, tell me if ya like it ig Jubilee Logan Gambit Jean Reader Scott

That’s not fair!!!!

Jubilee shouted at Logan, posed as if she’d jump across the table and tackle him.

Rules are rules, he half growled at her, clearly also too swept up in the game, if ya don’t yell uno when ya got one card you have to pick up another one.

Jubilee sunk back into the couch, crossing her arms and grumbling about Logan being a cheater.

Now, now, can’t we all play a good fair game, yeah?

Gambit intercepted, trying to defuse the tension around the table.

Don’t you try and talk about what’s fair, Cajun!

Logan shouted at Gambit, nearly knocking all the cards off the table. You and Jean jumped in unison, giving each other knowing glances that this could quickly devolve into an all on brawl. 

Please everyone, Jean began, putting one hand on Logan’s arm, to which he immediately sat down, still fuming though, it truly is just a game, can’t we all have fun?

It’ll be fun when that Cajun leaves, Logan spat towards Gambit.

Logan! Enough! Jean shouted, standing up so she towered over everyone at the table. 

If you all can’t handle a simple game of uno, perhaps we should play something different.

Like what? you asked, uncertain of what Jean had in mind.

Yeah, what you got cookin’ in dat head, mon amie?

Jean grinned at you all, hands on her hips.

A friendly match of charades! she said cheerily.

The entire table groaned in response, you included.

Come on Jean, I know ya mean well but that's just so boring.

It’s charades or game nights over, she gave as an ultimatum.

Still annoyed, everyone quickly paired off into teams, Logan with Jubilee, Gambit with you, and Jean with an unsuspecting Scott who happened to walk by the rec room. 

You and Gambit were up first, you guessing and him miming. 

You knew it would be bad when you saw his face as he pulled out the piece of paper (all written by Jean), as he looked like he was trying to decipher what it could be. 

After Jean flipped over the little hourglass he began to shrink down, sifting into a strange cube-like shape.

Box? Carton? Gambit what the fuck are you doing? you shouted as he just shifted more into the box shape.

Finally the sand ran out without a single correct guess.

Gambit awkwardly uncurled himself, and standing completely still said, Computer.

Immediately everyone started shouting.

What is wrong with you! How was that a computer!

Gambit, have you ever seen a god damn computer!

Seriously Gambit, what was that?

Hey! Jean yelled over the chaos, I specifically picked this game to stop all the fighting, come on guys.

Babe, ya gotta know we’re never gonna stop arguing, even if you pick watching sesame street as our next “activity”, he said, using air quotes for the last word.

Jean grumbled something to herself about an idiot dog as Gambit settled back onto the couch next to you.

Seriously dude, you laughed, lightly punching him on the chest, have you seen a computer?

He grinned with a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders in a casual manner. 

You laughed, turning your attention back to the game, So who’s next-

Already Jubilee and Logan were grappling over something, hurling silly insults at each other, while Jean hid her face in her hands and Scott rubbed her back.

You and Gambit laughed at your teammates, settling into the couch for another night of the usual chaos.

[roguelover9000]

Rough Morning

Remy x f!reader

Notes/synopsis ig: Remy Lebeau x f!reader, fluff, second person but no use of y/n, morning after a mission, reader is tired and bruised from the mission, Remy takes care of her a bit and makes her breakfast, not really implied to be dating more so js flirting idk, not my greatest work 😭

Content Warnings: Mention of bruising/descriptions of bruises, pretty chill other than that

You roll out of bed, groaning and stretching, muscles sore from the mission the day before. You’d definitely overextended yourself, and considered just spending the whole day curled up in bed.

And then you smelt it. Bacon and pancakes, the scent drifting up to your room.

You took a glance at your pajamas, scrunching your nose. You wore an XL Nirvana tee that you were drowning in and shorts so small you couldn’t see them.

Normally they weren’t clothes you’d wear around the mansion but the smell of food was intoxicating and you were too impatient to change.

You slunk down the stairs as fast as your bruised body would allow, wincing as you stepped on the hard and cold steps.

As you (finally) reached the kitchen you saw an unsurprising sight, Remy in a cropped tee effortlessly flipping pancakes.  

You stumbled into the small kitchen, drawn forward by the wonderful scent of breakfast food.

Noticing the tired girl Remy grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“Mornin’ chére,” he said cheerily, “ya look like ya could use somethin’ ta eat.”

You grumbled something back, entirely incoherent, even to you, lifting yourself to sit on the counter beside where he was cooking.

“Aren’t ya adorable dis early,” he joked, ruffling your messy hair.

You batted his hands away, muttering, “yer too annoying to make this breakfast worth it,” yet of course you stayed put, patiently waiting for the most definitely worth it food. Though you did cross your arms.

“Now who said Remy was given’ ya any?” he retorted, grinning at the obvious innuendo, ignoring the food to put his hands on either side of you.

Your face began to flush but as his arm brushed a bad bruise on your thigh you winced, forgetting the tension in the air.

“Mon aime, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned and giving you a look over for visible injuries, finally noticing all of the bruising on your arms and legs.

“Wat happened t’ya?” he prodded with increased worry, stepping away only to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer.

“That mission yesterday was a bit rough,” you admitted with a shrug, finally glancing down at your injuries for yourself, grimacing at the bluing and greening that was occurring. 

“Really? That mission?” he asked, trying to hide how silly he thought that a comparatively easy mission had roughed you up so bad. 

You blushed, embarrassed at your lack of strength compared to the other X-Men.

“Yeah well ya know, my powers aren’t exactly strength based.”

“It must be nice knowing wat will happen though, non?”, he asked as he put the icepack to your thigh, his other hand bracing your back.

Your whole face turned red, and you turned away from his eyes, “well I didn’t see that coming,” you admitted in a whisper.

“Ah baby that’s’k,” he whispered in your ear, “‘nd next mission Remy’ll make sure nothin’ hurts you.”

You cleared your throat, sitting up straighter and pushing yourself further back on the counter, “how about that breakfast?” you asked through a grin.

Remy smiled off the moment, returning his attention to the pans of frying food, stacking you a plate of perfect pancakes and bacon.