Maybe the worst Logan is not that bad.
Wolverine/Logan Howlett x female!OC
a/n: Hi! This is my first work on this app and in English, which isn’t my first language. This idea has been in my mind since I saw the movie because this Logan has me on my knees for him. I hope you'll give it a chance.
I'm using a oc female caracter bc I feel it that way. She has powers, so she is a mutant. And I took several liberties to make the shot and it probably has some mistakes but I wanted to write something cute for Logan. Thanks
Warnings: Suggestive lenguage, Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, a bit of angst, foul language, mentions of alcohol, cursing, my bad english.
Summary: Grace Green has been waiting for her Logan to show up for so long that she’s losing her mind. But when it seems he’s finally appeared, it turns out to be the worst one.
Wade tries to stifle a surprised squeal, but fails and quickly turns toward his companion.
"Well, pluck out my eyes and call me Al. It’s her, Logan. It’s her."
Logan doesn’t seem fazed, but when Grace sees him, she can’t help but run toward him, ignoring the stares from the others. From the mercenary's perspective, everything happens in slow motion, like in those cheesy romantic movies he secretly loved.
Her arms wrap around his neck, and Logan instinctively grabs her waist, not letting go of the bottle in his hand. Their lips crash together in a rough kiss, and the X-Men sighs happily, unable to suppress a silly smile as the kiss continues.
The others watch the scene with satisfaction, glad that the girl's endless misery-filled speeches have finally come to an end.
"Alright, folks, I think we’ve had enough cocaine jokes. No need to push Disney’s patience any further." Wade nudges Logan’s shoulder, to which he responds with a deep growl, tightening his hold on Grace. "Did you just growl at me? You're such an animal."
It’s Grace who pulls back, placing her hands on the mutant's chest, hardly believing he’s there with her.
"Why do you taste like rubbing alcohol?"
"Because our big guy here downed a bottle of ethanol and some hawk-eye whiskey. Tell ‘em, big man."
Grace seems dazed but can’t hide how happy she is.
"God, Lo. I’ve missed you so much. This whole place is filled with Deadpools, but no Wolverines. I was losing hope of ever seeing my Logan again."
"My Logan?" Grace didn’t like the sound of that. She takes a few steps back, needing the distance to get some perspective.
"Oh ho ho, you have no idea who she is, do you, you bastard?" Wade’s voice confirms Grace's suspicions, but it’s Logan’s expression that assures him.
"God, I just kissed some random Wolverine…" Grace puts a hand to her forehead, her features twisted in anguish.
"He’s not just any Wolverine, he’s the worst one. But I guess we have to make do—"
"Shut up, Wade!" Grace sends a blast of power that flings him across the room.
"You know me?! Damn, the freaking best X-Man on the planet knows my name!"
"You," Grace steps up to Logan, jabbing her finger into his chest with more force than the mutant expected, "if you didn’t know me, why’d you follow along with the kiss?"
He lowers his head threateningly, getting on her level as if contemplating kissing her again.
"I’d be crazy to refuse a kiss from a woman like you, wouldn’t I? Besides, shouldn’t you have made sure who I was before throwing yourself into my arms?"
She huffs and shakes her head, not putting any distance between them.
"You really are the worst. I kissed you because you’re wearing the same suit as my Logan. I assumed you were him. But don’t you dare twist this around like it’s my fault."
"Guys, we’re in a time where people don’t belong to other people. Come on, be a little more open-minded."
"Shut the hell up!" they both shout simultaneously.
"See? You’re perfect for each other."
"Wade, I swear I’ll rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass, and I’ll savor every second it takes you to regenerate it, ‘cause they’ll be the best moments of my life."
She starts walking towards him, drawing two batons from the sheaths at her hips, stopping dangerously close. Wade stares at her, petrified, finally left speechless.
"Are those Daredevil's freaking batons?"
"God!" She extends a hand and hurls him into Logan, sending them both crashing into the far wall.
"What the hell?" Logan kicks Wade off him and stands up, discovering the bottle he’d been holding had shattered from the impact. The room fills with the sound of claws unsheathing.
The others enjoy the show, not wanting to get in Grace's way. They’d already learned the hard way that it wasn’t ideal.
"Logan, I don’t know how my variant is in your universe, but I’m much stronger than you. Don’t even try."
Wolverine bares his teeth like a wild beast. Maybe he was wrong. He leans forward, claws ready, prepared to charge at her. She can see how he’s healing from the wounds caused by crashing into various things in the room, which only enrages him more.
"Poor big kitty, did you get hurt, little claws?"
"Call me that again, and I swear I’ll—"
Before he can do anything, Deadpool steps between them.
"Guys, as much as I think this would totally turn me on, I can’t let you kill each other. Logan, this here is Grace Green, pretty much the only one who can put up with you and your soulmate in every timeline, I’d say." He turns to the girl. "I’m a huge fan of yours. But she’s also one of the strongest X-Men around. She could tear you apart if she wanted. We could really use her help."
"That’s all you took from that?"
"Don’t listen to him, it’s just a figure of speech. But it’s true that I’m the only one who puts up with you, you’ve got a horrible temper, kitty claws."
"Stop calling me that, damn it. I’m not the asshole from your universe."
"Of course, you’re not, soft claws. My Logan would have torn you apart."
"Actually, I thought Wolverines couldn’t age. I can’t believe I mistook you for him. What happened, Kitty? Not using enough coconut oil?"
"That’s it, I’m ripping out your throat in one move."
"Hey, Logan, no, stop. We need these people’s help, and you’re acting like a jerk."
"I don’t need anyone’s help."
"It’s impossible to leave this place, I’ve already tried. Cassandra can nullify my powers with a snap of her fingers."
"But you haven’t tried with us. Look, we’ve already been to her lair and—"
"Wait, if these two clowns managed to get in and out alive, there might be a chance."
"YES! YES! Yes to everything."
"To you and me and you and everyone. To us, to being a team."
"That’s not the attitude, Logan."
Grace had overheard the entire conversation between Laura and Logan. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but she couldn’t help staying hidden when the X-Man's words broke her heart. She didn’t understand what had brought her there; her feet had just started moving towards him. When the girl disappeared, she approached him.
"I don’t want company, thanks." Logan's voice was still tinged with sadness and the effort it took not to cry. She felt something stir in her chest. She wanted to lift her hand and touch his hair, to use her powers to quiet whatever tormented him, even if just for a moment.
"Easy, Kitty, I come in peace. I bring an offering." She raised a bottle from Remy’s secret stash. It was her Logan’s favorite booze, so she hoped it was his too.
Logan raised an eyebrow, almost surprised to see one of his most common choices in the hand of the woman who had just sat beside him. He sighed and resigned himself to the nickname she had chosen for him. He accepted the gift and growled in gratitude. It was a start.
Silence enveloped them, but Grace was just grateful to be with Logan again. Even though her mind screamed that he wasn’t hers, her feelings overwhelmed her.
"You keep looking at me like that, princess."
She almost fainted at the nickname. She quickly looked at him, unable to take her eyes off his profile. That’s how Wolverine used to call her to irritate her sometimes. She let out a sigh.
"Like you’re trying to see someone else. I’m not him. I’ll never be him."
Grace felt each word like a punch to the gut. She had fought against a lot of people and received some pretty nasty wounds, but this stung much more than any of them.
"I know." The words came out as a whisper, but she knew he could hear them. Tears began to fall down her cheek. "I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s not like he’s dead or we broke up. I have no way to ease the loss I feel." Unconsciously, she started to fidget with the dog tags Logan had given her long ago, feeling more exhausted than ever. "And then you show up, wearing his suit and all his personality, his voice… For a moment, I felt like I was home again."
Logan’s hand shot out without thinking to grab her arm. Grace looked at him, her vision blurred with tears, her breath catching.
"Listen, I can’t replace him. Like I said, I’m not him."
"I’m not trying to replace him. I know you’re not him, but you remind me so much of everything I’ve lost. I guess I was just looking for something to hold onto, even if it’s just the ghost of what I had."
Logan’s defenses crumbled when he saw in her eyes a reflection of his own feelings. He slowly withdrew the hand that had tried to somehow anchor them both to reality.
"I don’t know you, Grace, but you’re stronger than you think. You don’t need to cling to any shadow to move forward. You’ve managed just fine in this hellhole."
The X-Men reflects on the words of this Wolverine, feeling relief for the first time in a long while. She had carried such a heavy burden all this time, one that had joined the endless void inside her, growing larger and larger. Hearing those words eased that feeling of anguish a bit. Wade had said this was the worst Wolverine, but she didn’t completely agree. She understood that this one carried an additional burden that dragged him down even more.
"I wish I could have said goodbye to my people, not just to Logan. The TVA wiped them all out when they pulled me from my timeline. I can’t help but think it’s my fault they’re gone. All I have left is this ridiculous lemon-yellow suit." In better spirits, she caught Logan’s attention by touching his arm. "I preferred the black one, didn’t you, Kitty?"
Logan growls in her direction, and she laughs with delight.
"The truth is, it suits you like a glove. You’ve always worn it with more dignity. Cyclops was jealous."
The comment seems to boost his ego, and he smirks.
"Cyclops, jealous? That idiot only has eyes for himself."
"Not when you steal the girl."
Logan looks at her seriously, processing what she just said.
"Were you Cyclops’ girlfriend?"
"Yeah, we entered the school together when we were kids, so we only had each other. When I was part of the teaching staff, I met Logan, and that bastard made me fall for him completely."
The mutant grinned widely and shook her head, amused.
"The truth is, he was a grump and a grouch. We didn’t get along very well. We just argued and fought a lot. But we eventually got along when we realized we were more alike than we thought. Logan had a hard time trusting others, and I had a hard time delegating to the team. Plus, he’d never admit it, but he fell for me first. Followed me around like I’d just discovered fire."
Logan nodded slowly, not doubting her last words. He was starting to understand why her Wolverine had fallen first.
"You could always try convincing that loudmouth Wade to take you with him to his timeline if you survive this suicide mission."
"Don’t you want to go back?"
"There’s nothing to go back to."
Shee remembered his conversation with Laura and wanted to return the favor by quieting his demons.
Shee stood up, took the bottle from his hands, and took a swig that made her close his eyes. God, it had been so long since she’d done this that she feared he might lose control completely. She looked down at him and saw fury cloud his gaze once more. Despite knowing it might cost her life, she did it anyway.
Grabbing his hands, she straddled his lap, her face inches from his. Despite the alcohol, he smelled like him—like Logan, like home. A shaky sigh escaped her lips as she heard him curse.
"Look, I’m flattered, and I’m going to regret saying this, but I don’t think this is what you want."
Grace understood where Logan’s train of thought was going when she felt something beneath her. She bit her lip to stifle the laughter that was about to escape her throat and looked seriously into his eyes.
"I think it’s something we both want, Logan. Since when are you such a gentleman?"
He seemed to be fighting an internal battle, but his hands quickly moved to grip her hips, pulling her closer to him, losing his composure.
"I’m trying not to be the worst Wolverine, but you’re not making it easy, sweetheart."
"Well, I thought you’d be happy to see me, Bub," she said, giving him a look that suggested exactly what the mutant was thinking, and she rolled her hips, making Wolverine growl. His grip on her hips tightened to stop her.
"You’re going to kill me, you know that," he said, she was marveled at the smug smile that transformed his features completely. She felt the need to kiss him, but she didn’t.
Logan was confused by the inevitable attraction he felt for her, as if she were made of some kind of magnet that irresistibly drew his adamantium skeleton. He had a fleeting thought that she was somehow made for him, even though moments ago they were about to kill each other. He remembered Wade’s words, and a sigh escaped his lips: She’s your soulmate.
Grace laughed, unaware of the battle the mutant was fighting. She raised her hands to cup both sides of his face and closed her eyes, comforted by his warmth. Maybe, if they made it out alive, she’d seriously consider the suggestion she was straddling.
"Well, Logan, be patient; it’s been a long time since I’ve done this."
She shifted in her seat, earning another muffled groan from him.
"I’m a bit out of practice too, but I’m sure we’ll figure out how to make it wor—" He suddenly stopped when he felt Grace’s presence in his mind, much more abrupt than he remembered Charles ever being. "What the hell?"
Grace navigated through Logan’s memories and found the place where he hid from all the pain. Still, she could hear everything that tormented and haunted him.
"Let me return the favor. Let me make you free for a moment, Logan."
Suddenly, everything went quiet in his head—the screams, the memories, everything that made him want to give up. He let out a satisfied sigh, feeling at peace. Besides pushing away the thoughts, Grace had poured a thousand emotions into him, serving as a balm for his torments. He could feel all the love the girl held inside, the joy, and the hope.
He let his head drop until their foreheads rested together. Grace used the moment to comfort herself one last time with the presence of the person she had loved the most. On the other hand, Logan reveled in the feeling of not having the weight on his shoulders, grateful for the favor.
"Thank you for giving me this moment, Logan. It’s the best thing I’ve had in a long time."
Logan couldn’t speak. He was so overwhelmed with happiness that he felt overpowered, in a good way. He just nodded slowly.
"When Logan had nightmares, I used to keep them away so he could sleep. Why don’t you do the same, big guy? You look tired."
He nodded again as she got up from his lap and helped him lie down. As she was about to leave, Logan’s hand closed around her wrist like a shackle, stopping her. He needed her, her company, and he felt that she needed him too.
"You could stay. If you want."
Without responding, she nodded too, lying down beside him and stroking his hair until his breathing became deep. She watched as, with his relaxed face, he looked even more like her Logan.
"Goodbye, Logan," she whispered before falling completely asleep, comforted by the warmth that made her feel at home for the last time.
