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CLAWING AT THE WALLS CHAT!
in the final stretch of my degree so posts are fewer and further between 💔💔 FREE MEEE ⛓️⛓️⛓️
The only thing better than a Wolvie in flannel is a Wolvie in flannel and a cowboy hat <3
🤠 WOLVERINE – THE WRONG BAR, BUB 🤠
"You came to the wrong bar, bub."
Calm. Dangerous. Unshaken 😮💨🔥
Cowboy Logan just hits different LOL.
I wanted this piece to feel like a western showdown—the quiet second before the claws come out.
Perfect for Wolverine fans and lovers of rugged antihero energy ✨
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firm believer that this art is CURSED it kept bugging out my ipad every 10 minutes i kid you not but u loved the concept so it’s a little rougher than i wanted but i genuinely can’t shade anymore w/o my ipad glitching
Midnight Hour (Cowboy!Logan x Fem!Reader — Western AU)
Summary: It’s past midnight. The saloon is closed and you’re fixing the mess that’s been left behind.But the night takes a twist when Logan uses the bar to hide from the town’s sheriff.
Tags: western, enemies to lovers, angst, sexual tension, passionate kissing, a bit of fluff.
Words: 2.3 k
A/C: I’ve been watching a bunch of westerns lately so I had to do something with Logan.
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You are cleaning up the broken bottles and beer spills of that night after the saloon closed. The wooden doors are shut. Past midnight, death lingers in the valley; the only sounds are the distant howls of coyotes. Every now and then, you’d hear the crack of gunshots, the frantic pounding of horses’ hooves running from one place to other, or an occational scream cutting through the darkness. But not a single soul dares to interfere in the affairs of those who own the night.
You take a glance out the window. The wind stirs up the dirt in clouds, carrying it across the streets. The full moon lights up the shape of two horses riding in the distance. It’s the sheriff and his right hand going their rounds, circling like wolves — searching for something, or someone.
Out of curiosity, you lean out of the window for a better look, but as soon as you stick your head out, a hand covers your mouth. Your heart leaps as you find yourself face-to-face with a man with a cowboy hat, mutton chops and a plaid shirt looking at you dead in the eye.
"Let me in, darlin’. I’ll pay for the beers" he mutters.
You try to speak, but his hand tightens over your mouth as he gets closer to you.
"You don’t wanna get yourself hurt now, do ya?’
You shake your head.
“Atta’ girl. Open the door.”
With your trembling hand, you unlock the door. The man comes in a blink of an eye, asking you to lock the door again. He procedes to bring the window shutters down.
You run towards the counter, your eyes locking on a broken bottle lying on the floor. Grabbing it by the neck, you use the jagged edge like a weapon, pointing it at the stranger.
“What do you want?” you tell him as you step closer.
He grins under the brim of his cowboy hat and leans back in one of the chairs, kicking his boots up onto the table.
“Relax, I don’t carry guns. Don’t like’em.” He says holding his hands up, showing you they’re empty. “You can put that down”
“What about a knife? you got one?”
He chuckles, quite amused, but his smile fades quickly “Look, I don’t have much time, I need you to listen carefully”.
“We don’t have much money if that’s what you’re after.”
“We?” he narrows his eyes “Is someone else here?”
“No” you answer way too quickly.
A noise that comes from the backroom of the saloon draws his attention.
“No?” he stands up towering you “I think you’re lyin’ to me sweetie”
You try show you’re not afraid by sitting down besides him, holding his gaze. “Just tell me what you want, jackass” you say firmly, though yours hands shake a little.
The stranger notices this.
“You got some nerve in you” he leans back in his seat again.
“I deal with men like you every night”
He chuckles, “I don’t think you’ve ever met a man like me” he makes a brief pause “You can call me Logan”
“ I’m not telling you my name”
“That’s fine, the less we now about each other, the better”
“Agreed” You say, placing the broken bottle on the table but keeping it within reach.
“Alright, speak, girl” he says firmly.
“That’s the owner of the saloon in the backroom. You don’t get to hurt him, you hear me? he’s old, he can barely hear a thing”
Logan’s expression softens just a bit “I won’t do anything to you or him, as long as you behave. Listen, I got into some trouble, alright? The sheriff’s out looking for me. I just need to lay low for a couple of hours, and then I’m gone. I’ve had enough of this damn town already.”
“Are you a bounty hunter?”
He scoffs. “I wish I was one. At least i’d get paid for this crap”. He leans closer to you, dropping his voice “Lock the old man up in the backroom. You’ll stay here and cover for me. And don’t even think about trying anything stupid, sweetheart” He continues “Also, I know everybody around here keeps a shotgun behind the counter, so you’re gonna hand over the one you’ve got ”.
You narrow your eyes and rise slowly, your movements are delibarte. You head towards the counter, aware of his boots following behind you. The weight of his gaze presses against your back, and every time you glance over your shoulder, his eyes are locked on you, unflinching.
You grab the shotgun from the counter and lay it down in front of him. “There you have it…Logan”. A smirk draws in his face as he hears his name coming from your lips.
“Wasn’t that hard, was it?”
Before you respond, The back door opens. The old man steps in. Panic flashes across his face. Though his hearing is far from perfect, his instincts are still sharp enough to grab the shotgun from the counter.
Instantly, Logan grabs you by the waist and pulls you firmly against him. His arms encircle you, holding you immobile. And then it happens.
Claws cut from the flesh of his knuckles. The bones extent aiming the sharp ends at you.
The old man stares horrified in desbelief as he loads the gun “What… what are you?”
“Right now, I’m your fucking problem.” He says as the edge of his claws come close to your neck.“Put the gun down, it’s useless”.
Logan notices the genuine fear in your eyes, although you try to take hold of your trembling body.
He leans closer to you. His warm breath brushing your ear as he whispers “Don’t worry beautiful. I’m not going to use it on ya. Just help me calm him down”. A weird mixture of unease and desire twistes in your insides.
“H-hey, leave the goddamn gun. He’s going to kill us both if you don’t, old man” you gesture the man as you speak to make your point. At first the old man resists. But he loosens his grip when he reads your lips saying : “please”.
The second the old man lowers his guard, Logan knocks him out.
As soon as the body hits the floor you run towards the man to check on him. He’s just momentarily passed out.
Anger clouds your thoughts as you stand up and sucker punch Logan straight in the face.
“Damn. I deserved it, alright” he responds, rubbing his jaw.
You raise your hand to give him another swing but he grabs you by your wrists. His grip is firm enough to stop you but very careful so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Careful, darlin’” he warns in a serious tone
“Bastard” you spit on him.
“He’ll be okay”
“He better be or-”
“Or what? you’ll kill me?” he interrupts, leaving you speechless.
Your head is a mess. Confusion, anger, attraction, everything at once.
“I need your help” he speaks softly letting go of your wrists. “Just need to finish this and I’ll never bother you and that old fuck again.” You nod. “And don’t hit me again”.
He releases your wrists. You both stare each other for a second without uttering a single word.
“First, help me carry the old man upstairs. I’m not chaining him in the backroom” you demand.
Logan helps you lay the body of the old man in the bedroom upstairs. Time passes by in that small room as you both sit in silence, looking through the window.
“How can you do that? that thing with your bones” you finally break the ice again.
He shrugs “ I was born like this”.
“Are there more like you?”
“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t want to know anything ‘bout me”
“That was 5 minutes ago, previous to the… claws” you pause “Do they hurt when they come out?”
“Every time”
You get closer and closer to him. He’s very still, holding his arms crossed. He analises your movements with his eyes. You extent your hand to touch his knuckles but his first reaction is to pull away, a little scared. You notice there’s a vulnerable side to him, you know he’s scared to hurt you with his claws. His hands show no sign of damage, the skin is completely healed. “Fascinating”
You can sense his eyes locking in you with a soft gaze. “You ain’t scared?”
“Well, a bit” you respond with sincerity “but I’m mainly surprised” pause “Is this why they’re chasing you?”
“Well, it’s a lil complex…”
Your conversation gets interrupted by the sound of the pound of the horses’ hooves marching towards the saloon. The sheriff and his right hand nock the front door of the bar.
You grab him by the shirt and shove him into your closet. “Stay quiet”
Dowstairs, the sheriff saluts you “G’night, girl. You were closing?.”
“Yes”
“I know it’s supposed to be closed by now but may we come in? We’ve been searching for this looney in town for hours and we’re thirsty as hell”
“I don’t know, I should ask the owner. I’m not allowed-”
“Come on, it’ll be just a minute” the right hand insists.
“ Just a minute”.
Both men enter the room as it was theirs. "Where’s that old timer of mine?"
“Sleeping. He was very tired”.
“Poor old man huh, always working. Serve us some beer please ”
You hand them their drinks. As they finish the beers in a hurry, The sheriff’s wingman noticies a spot of blood on the floor and broken glass, alongside Logan’s hat.
“Tough night?”
“Yeah, some fellas got into a fight. One even forgot his hat. You know how those animals are”
“those pigs” replies the right hand.
As you try to keep the sheriff distracted, a loud creak echoes from upstairs. Your heart stops.
“What was that?”
“Just the old man. He sometimes moves in his sleep”
“Mind if I check upstairs?”
“No problem” you curse under your breath.
In the room, the old man snores. The sheriff scans the room with his eyes. Everything seems in order. He looks back at you.
“You sure you’re alright, miss? You look a little pale.”
“yeah, it’s just a headache”
“Alright, we won’t bother you no longer. Thanks for the drinks. If anything happens you let me know. Good night.”
Both men leave the place, riding their horses.
You quickly go upstairs. “Logan? Logan?” you call for him with a hint of despair in your voice.
The closet door creaks open, and Logan steps out, dusting himself off.
“This damn thing wasn’t built for a guy like me,” he mutters, glaring at the splintered wood.
You sit on the floor, overwhelmed by the situation.
“You were worried about me weren’t ya?” he answers fixing himself up. “You actually helped a convict escape, that’s a federal crime ma´am”
You are still absorbed in your thoughts.
“You’d make a hell of a sidekick, y’know ”
You glare at him without answering.
“Or a hell of a lover.” adds with a playful smirk
You stand abruptly.
“I’d never be with someone like you” you reply as you go downstairs, avoiding him.
He follows your steps. “You wouldn’t date a freak?’”
“I wouldn’t date a criminal”
“So you don’t mind me being a freak but you do mind me being a criminal? you’re adorable ma’am”
“I’m not” you tell him while you pick up his hat from the floor trying to return it to him.
“You are” he gently grabs your chin with his fingers.
You feel the sudden impulse to kiss him. Both your lips close in a gentle kiss that escalates into a more intense one. The rush of adrenaline accumulated from the previous tense situation makes you both desperate for each other. Although he was much stronger than you, he let himself be guided by you against the counter. He raises you like a feather over the bar, placing his body between your legs. His kisses run through your neck, your arms. Every now and then, your tongue reaches his mouth with unspeakable hunger.
You pull him away.
“Something’s wrong?” he asks trying to catch his breath.
“No. Yes” you struggle to sort out you feelings.
“I’ve got a couple of hours left here, if you wanna… get into it. I don’t mind doing it on the counter.”
“What about him?” You nod toward the room upstairs.
“Well, we’d just have to keep it quiet, wouldn’t we?”
You chuckle at his playful manners, but your smile fades as reality sinks in.
“I think you should go Logan.” You reach up, fixing a strand of his hair that got messed up during your heated moment.
“ That’s what you really want?” he mutters softly, looking straight into your eyes.
“Well… no” you admit after a pause. “But he’s going to wake up anytime soon. I need to fix this mess. Next time you come here, we’ll finish our business”.
“It’s a deal”
You’re still on the counter, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist. You place his hat back on his head. He gives you a small, genuine smile. For a man who seemed so rough and dangerous, there’s a softness to him now that makes your chest tighten.
You place a goodbye kiss on his lips “You’re not that bad for an outlaw with… claws”
“Thank you for everything, sugar. I’m really sorry for all this.”
Before stepping out, he glances back at you. “You haven’t told me your name.”
“Not yet boy, You’ll have to wait till next time”
“Can’t wait, ma’am” He tips his hat with a smirk before disappearing into the night.
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Figuring out a style/design of how I want to draw Logan is heaps of fun ;)