My wolverine x transmasc reader small town where weird things happen fic updates daily over on ao3! (yes, eventual smut but I like slowwwww burn). Have a snippet- reader goes to convience store after Logan leaves him cash for groceries. Are there scarier things than Logan out there?
The walk home felt quieter than before.
The town had begun waking slowly around you now. A few headlights moving through intersections. Distant train horn somewhere beyond the trees.
Everything looked normal.
That was the unsettling part.
You climbed the apartment stairs slowly, ribs protesting beneath the hoodie and Logan’s jacket.
Your mind kept circling the truckers’ conversation.
The missing posters.
The locked store.
The owner’s face.
Something lived underneath this town.
Not literally.
Just structurally.
Like everyone here knew how to survive around something unnamed by pretending not to see it directly.
You reached your apartment door.
Stopped.
Unlocked.
Your pulse jumped immediately.
You knew you locked it when you left.
Every muscle in your body tightened at once.
The grocery bag slipped slightly in your grip.
Quietly, carefully, you pushed the door open.
The apartment was dim.
Still.
No signs of disturbance.
Then your eyes adjusted.
Logan was asleep on your couch.
One arm thrown loosely across his stomach, head tilted slightly against the cushions like he hadn’t meant to fully pass out there.
A duffel bag sat on the floor beside him.
Clothes spilling partially from the unzipped top.
His clothes.
You stared at the scene silently.
Something deep in your chest twisted hard enough to feel almost painful.
Not fear.
Not relief either.
Something stranger.
Because the sight should’ve alarmed you.
A dangerous man asleep in your apartment while you were gone.
There was no point in fearing the town when the most dangerous thing in it had already let itself inside your home.
Door unlocked. Body relaxed. Possessions unpacked enough to spill out beside him.
Instead, standing there with groceries hanging from your numb fingers, all your exhausted brain could think was:
He came back.
