hi stranger, i'm awkward
logan howlett x mutant!f!reader
-logan howlett arrived at the mansion exactly when you did, and despite always being in the presence of each other, it was always awkward. but after a violent outburst from you, logan is curious and things are even odder than before. until charles sends the two of you on a duo mission together. the entire relationship changes...for the better
-fluff, angst, canon-divergence, reader is a mutant called telekinova (nova), awkwardness, violence, bickering, mild enemies to lovers, kissing, suggestive content., cursing
-word count= 9k (ooh wee mama)
The room was silent. Awkwardly silent. So silent you could hear the kickstart of the air conditioning outside. Or at least you willed it to, your fingers flexing subtly, because you needed anything to fill the silence.
Charles Xavier hadn't entered his office yet, supposedly dealing with some troublemakers who'd destroyed some things in the courtyard, so that left you and him alone. You didn't know his name, nor did you care to, but he was large—larger than any twenty-something-year-old you'd seen before.
He seemed to have this constant nonchalant look to him, especially as he leaned back in his chair, one leg lifted ontop of the other, hair styled like a cat's, sort of mullet-ish, but flowing to the back, but you shook your head at the thought, groaning lightly.
You took to circling a paperweight between your hands, your energy parting the gravity surrounding the object. The man glanced at you suspiciously, eyebrow quarked, but he said nothing, continuing to let the silence stretch, even as he stood.
"What the fuck is taking so long?" He muttered, tugging his zip-up jacket a bit tighter around himself. He didn't dare leave, maybe because the Professor forced him to stay, but he began searching through the drawers of the Professors desk, all the while you watched him vacantly.
Throughout all your years, you'd been alone, struggling through the world. You were ophraned, your parents killed by your own hand—or perhaps your abilties' hand because you didn't know how to control them then. You ran from everyone—people who wanted to help, people who wanted to kill, and anyone in between.
It became exhausting, but you couldn't stop, and it weighed on your shoulders like a neverending burden. So when Charles Xavier approached you in a motel, having said he'd been tracking you for weeks, you were shocked.
"You're an omega-level mutant, but the fact that you hide so easily, caught my eye. Due to your age and experience, I would like to invite you to be a teacher at my school."
That day forward was a blur. And before you knew it, you were staring up at the multi-million dollar mansion wondering where this place had been all your life.
The man slammed a drawer closed, and plopped heavily down in his chair, groaning loudly. It did nothing to cure the unpleasant atmosphere in the room, and neither of you made a move to speak to each other, which made it worse. You were very easily an introvert, and maybe he was too.
"I apologize for the wait." Charles wheeled in, looking as mysterious as he usual did. You let out a relieved sigh and stood, "what took so long?"
The Professor approached his desk, and raised an eyebrow suspiciously, noting the things out of place, and he focused a heavy gaze on the man.
"Logan, were you rifling through my things?" Logan didn't bother to lie and simply nodded, staring out the window, "how did you know?"
Charles simply chuckled, "it would be odd for me not to know. Anyway—I wanted to personally welcome the two of you to the mansion. Each of you will be assisting me with the students, teaching lessons and conducting missions with Ororo, Scott and Jean. Speak of the devil—" The trio came into the office, and Scott almost immediately got into a spackle with Logan.
That left you watching boredly, tossing things into the air. But, eventually, Charles got a hold on everyone, "I would like to introduce, Telekinova." You didn't realize he was introducing you, so you continued leaning back in your chair, face to the ceiling as you rotated object after object.
When you noticed it was deathly quiet, you glanced up and everyone was looking at you. The things fell, but you stopped them right before they hit the floor, and smiled curtly, "hi, I'm Nova."
After that moment, you had minimal issues. Ororo and Jean took you in as if you'd been there for as much time as them, and you appreciated their kindness, because for so long it'd just been you. Scott was a different story though, you didn't speak to him often and when you did, it was either extremely professional or clumsy, like you were never meant to be speaking in the first place.
You had no thoughts on Logan because you didn't speak to him at all. He conversed with the others as you did, but when silence surrounded the two of you, neither made the move to speak. Like now, you were sitting in the kitchen, just having finished breakfast when Logan walked in.
His hair was messy, face a little puffy from sleep, but his chest was bare, abs flexing from the cold. You pursed your lips at him, subtly watching as he raised his arms to stretch. You couldn't deny that body, so you watched shamelessly—your eyes following the thick trail of hair as it disappeared into his pants, then his arms as he put them down and propped them on his hips.
You were sipping coffee, lips still plastered on the rim as your eyes ran back up his body. His pecs hardened, then you were on his jaw, then the glowering frown until your eyes locked with his. You shrieked in surprise, spitting whatever coffee was in your mouth back into your cup.
"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to stare." You muttered into the cup, twisting in your chair as you blushed and Logan scoffed, "well you were. Very boldly, I might add."
You gave up on the coffee entirely and sent it over to the sink, ignoring the shakiness of it, because Logan had undoubtedly caught you off guard.
"It won't happen again."
He scoffed once more, roughly this time, "you lie easily." At that, the conversation ended, leaving the kitchen tense and awkward. You honestly didn't mean to stare. He was just there, naked. So as Logan began making himself breakfast, eyes straying to you every few seconds—attempting to catch you—you slipped out of your chair and cleared your throat, nonchalantly leaving the kitchen.
Logan caught you though, eyes heavy on your figure.
That whole situation ruined any chance of a friendship you ever could've had with him. But you didn't mind, because Logan could be a real asshole sometimes, and according to him, you were just hard to talk to.
"That's what he said? I'm not hard to talk to, am I?" You stared at Ororo, horrified, wondering why Logan would ever mention you to her in the first place.
"Yes, but, I did ask why the two of you don't talk to each other. It's just weird you know, to be so close with you within a few months, but Logan and you are still strangers, it feels like."
You leaned back on the couch, head pressed against the cushion, "he's the one hard to talk to." You muttered and Ororo shrugged, "I talk to him easily enough, and I talk to you easily too, so maybe it's just—"
"—both our faults." She nodded in agreement, "maybe try a little more?" You scoffed, "he should be the bigger person! He's always stomping aorund the mansion like he owns the place! And he takes up all the space in the bathroom in the mornings. Not to mention the missions? He storms in taking everyone out before we can even get the chance to—"
It seems within your tangent, the very man you were ranting about appeared, "—the chance to what? Create a stupid little plan, while it takes me less time to do the fucking job?" His anger was constant, and that was one thing you'd gotten used to in the past few months. But that didn't change the embarrassment you felt as he walked in.
You practically curled in on yourself, cheeks so hot you could see steam. Your fingers shook, aching to control something to calm yourself down, so you played with a strand of your hair as Logan stomped in front of you, staring down at you angrily.
"We're a team though, we should at least—" your voice was quiet and submissive, which was something you'd never been before. So when Logan began yelling insults at you, you glared at him and stood. Your fingers delivered the lightest touch to his chest, and he was across the room.
He left a whole in the wall where you'd shot him and Ororo stood quickly, "Nova, Logan didn't mean anything by it, right?" She glanced at Logan with panic and the man scoffed, "I meant everything I said!"
He walked back over to you and the two of you stood chest to chest, or rather boobs to torso. "You think because you're this big, brainless man that you can say anything you want, huh?" Logan rolled his eyes, "I know exactly who I am, bub. You wonder why we don't speak, well it's because you're so fucking weird—"
Your eyes brightened with anger as you hovered above the ground, meeting Logan face to face. Everything not attached to the floor rose and Logan froze, staring at you with surprise. He wasn't scared necessarily, but he'd never seen such a powerful display of your abilities before. Of course, there was the typical telepathic stuff you used during missions, but this was different.
He could feel his own heart thrumming out of place. "Weird? Is it because I don't fawn all over you that you think that? The claws: typical, the attitude: typical, and most of all you're so stupid, you're stuck being the brawns of this entire operation."
Ororo ran out of the room, probably to get the Professor, and Logan's jaw clenched angrily. He crossed his arms and nodded at you slowly. You were trying to get him to touch you—hit you, push you, anything so you'd have an excuse to lash out, but Logan was smarter than you thought.
"Is that what it is, Nova? You think I'm stupid? Not stupid enough to see the loneliness you wear on your sleeve." He leaned closer, watching your face split into shock, "I hear you at night, crying. I see you in the morning, trying to piece yourself back together so no one knows. Then, at the end of the day, I see the exhaustion from trying to fit into the little social box you put yourself in every day. So honestly, it's not because you're weird that I'd rather not talk to you, it's because you hide every aspect of yourself."
That was the final straw. You lifted your hand and Logan was at your mercy. You controlled his limbs as you pulled him into the air, your eyes blinded with tears, forehead creased with rage—rage so hot you didn't care what happened to Logan, you just wanted to see him hurt.
He groaned out in pain as you stretched his limbs painfully, like he was a puppet for you to control. Then, you extracted his claws and raised his hands to his own neck, "is this hiding, Logan?" You floated closer, tilting your head with mock concern, lips pouting. Logan watched you fiercely, neck tense and red as you forced him to hold his breath.
"This is why I hide Logan, because I can so easily tear this world apart. So unless you want to put me here again, mind your tongue." He collasped to the ground, sputtering and coughing, face red, lips purple, and that's when the others came running in.
The Professor subdued you easily, mind locking onto yours and he forced you to freeze, even as the tears streamed down your face, your eyes still locked onto Logan's. His face was placcid, but you could see the astonishment in his eyes.
"Logan, are you alright?" Jean muttered, kneeling next to him. Even as the Professor pressed his finger to your temple and the world glittered away to darkness, Logan stared at you.
Maybe he was wrong.
⨷
You woke up with a gasp, lying in your bed, the sheets tangled around your body messily. You'd dreamt the entire time, about imperticular things, but it was dark as you woke, the moon streaming in though the windows.
You remembered every second of the day and despite the anger of it all, you were entirely embarrassed. No one in the mansion had seen you like that before, and you hadn't gotten to that point in so long that it hurt to even think about that part of yourself. That didn't mean you regretted it. Logan deserved everything he got, and if anyone was to apologize, it wouldn't be you.
The sleep Charles put you in made you realize how tired you were, because you woke up so well rested you could practically feel your energy buzzing in the air. But you stayed in your room until morning, mostly because you didn't want to run into Logan like you usually did late at night.
So when you left your room—expecting to find Ororo and Jean—and instead saw Logan leaning in front of your door, arms crossed, eyes low, you made the move of slamming your door, but he was quick to intercept, hand pressed against it, "Nova—just listen to me for a second!"
He was stronger than you and easily slammed the door open, causing you to stumble back, but you caught your footing and glared, "forcing your way into rooms now?"
Logan rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was being nasty like usual and I didn't expect you to—"
"—retaliate? You think you can just go around bullying whoever you want? First Scott, now me." He scoffed at you, "Scott is a dick and you know it!" You paused, shaking your head back and forth givingly, "fine, but I'm not Scott. I'm not here to impress the Professor and abide by the rules, even when you sit there like the cocky thing you are and call me weird!"
You stepped forward, and when Logan simply stared at you, refusing to move, you placed your hands on your hips and smirked, "we really doing this?"
He shrugged, "I guess we are. And I didn't mean to call you weird, it was the wrong word."
"Then what was the proper word?"
"Introverted?" You rolled your eyes, waving your hand and he was out of the way within a second. You ignored his complaining, "no abilties and you still would've been in there!" You didn't want to admit that fact so you said nothing, stomping into the kitchen, him right on your heels.
"So you go from kinda avoiding me to following me outright? You're the weird one, Howlett!" You yanked open the fridgerator and Logan leaned against the counter beside you, "because I was wrong! I shouldn't've been rude in the first place."
"Fine. I forgive you." He paused with surprise, mouth falling open and you nodded, smiling fakely, "that simple. Now leave me alone."
Logan didn't follow you that time, but you could see the mischevious look on his face so you stopped, "what the hell are you thinking?" He turned to you and shrugged casually, "nothing."
You stormed over to him and stomped down on his foot, to which he yelped and shoved you, hard enough to create distance, "what the fuck was that for?"
"Because I can see you planning something in that dumb little head of yours."
"If I can't call you weird, then you can't call me stupid or dumb."
"Fine—deal, but if you do anything—" he raised his eyebrow, "—out of the ordinary, I'll make you punch yourself black and blue."
⨷
Of couse he didn't listen to you, matter-of-fact, immediately after the conversation he walked to the Professors office and proposed a very stupid—in your opinion—plan to get the two of you to interact. Logan completely misread you from the beginning, and now it rubbed him the wrong way that he'd treated you badly in the first place. And now he wanted to fix it.
So when Logan came up to you in the courtyard, wearing his infamous tank top and jeans, you knew something was up. He looked too giddy and excited, which was an emotion you didn't often see. He was holding your jumpsuit, one hand on his hip as he paused in front of you, blocking the sun.
You attempted to ignore him, your eyes still focused on your book, but Logan didn't leave. You glanced up at him, eyebrows raised, "what?" He threw the jumpsuit in your lap, "we have a mission."
You stood with a sigh, "what about?" Logan followed you into the house, then down the hall to your room, where he leaned against the doorframe, "anti-mutant camp in Pennsylvania. They've kidnapped some kids. The mission will take at least of few days because we haven't done recon yet."
Nodding slowly, you began gathering your things. You could practically hear the nervous thrum of Logan's heart, so you paused, turning to him, "what's the catch? You wouldn't be still standing there if there was none."
He moved closer and stood in front of you, chest rising and falling heavily, "it's just you and me." You stared at him for a second, a little chuckle seeping from your lips then you shook your head, "how could we possibly do this job alone? We don't even get along here!"
You continued shoving things inside your dufflebag, thinking Professor was the one who assigned the mission, and you wouldn't dare go against his judgement. Little did you know, Logan had had his eye on this hostage camp for a while and when the opportunity presented itself, he offered to go with you. The Professor accepted immediately, already catching on to the plan, but he didn't dislike it.
"It's no big deal, Nova. We'll be gone three days at most."
Scoffing you turned to him once more, ignoring his hovering, "sleeping outside in a tent with you a few feet away doesn't sound like an ideal situation, Logan."
Logan raised his eyebrow at you and plopped on your bed, lying back, "if you're afraid of the outdoors, just admit it." You slapped his feet aside at you sat, glancing back, "I'm not scared—you are."
"What about that time you woke up the entire house because of a spider?"
You blushed, "it was in my bed!" Logan glanced down at the sheets cautiously, and saw nothing, but he smelt your scent. He didn't move though and continued watching you pack. "We leave in a hour."
⨷
The X-Jet was quieter than it usually was with just you and Logan inside. He took to flying it, which was a bit shaky at first, but eventually he got the hang of it, shushing you heavily each time you attempted to tease him. "I can take over if you want." He didn't know you were practically flying it with your fingertips, keeping the thing high enough in the air so the altitude didn't drop.
Logan shook his head, "nope, I've got it." You let your energy disperse and grabbed hold of the throttle just to scare him, your body falsely nonchalant. When the warning lights started blinking and the jet was practically falling through the air, Logan cursed, "fine! Hurry up before we die!" He grabbed your arm, gentle, but firm and pulled you over to him.
Your leg was against his knee as you stood in front of him, straightening the jet once more. Logan stood, chest brushing your back, then he sat in your seat. You gulped heavily at his closeness, but said nothing, sitting down in the pilots seat.
Logan rested his chin against his knuckles and stared out the windshield, "are we almost there?" You nodded, "about fifty miles out. I'll land the jet a few miles from the camp so we can set up." Logan yawned heavily and you scoffed, "does this bore you?"
He rolled his eyes, "I didn't sleep last night."
"Why not?"
"I hardly ever sleep but last night was the worst." You hummed in response, turning back to the front. That was something you didn't know, but perhaps it was given due to how often you ran into him at night. Most times he was in the kitchen, staring into thin air, sipping on soda or juice. Other times, he sat in the courtyard or in the entertainment room playing pool.
Those night were usually the most uncomfortable because you expected to be by your lonesome, but as soon as you walked into the room and saw shirtless Logan, hair messy, eyes shadowed with dark cirles, you froze, pursing your lips and just leaving the room, exchanging nothing but a simple nod of acknowledgement.
You couldn't deny that you didn't enjoy having someone else to talk to though. Logan was the only one who knew of your struggles, even if it was by accident. You had little to hide from him, so that left room for something authentic, even if he was the only one trying at this point.
"Is it because of me?" You said quietly, knawing at your fingernails and Logan shook his head, "because of your crying? No. More like nightmares and trauma—the normal stuff." Both of you shared a little humorless laugh bounded by likeness.
"Maybe you can sleep tonight. When I was in Europe, it seemed the worst places gave me the best rest." He hummed in surprise, "I didn't know you were in Europe. Where exactly?"
He turned towards you, legs spread as usual, "the U.K. for a while, then France and Spain. The Professor found me in Spain—cozied up in this little hostel. I was sleeping in a room with six other people, but it wasn't the worst."
"What was the worst?" You paused, weighing if you really wanted to tell Logan about your worst moment. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Nova. Besides, I didn't tell anyone about the crying."
You glared at him, "stop bringing that up!" He raised his hands submissively, then you spoke once more, "it was in a camp similarly to the one we're going to. I was about fifteen, I think, and there was a group parading around the west coast capturing mutants, no matter their age. I was there for a month, before I escaped. Caught a ride on a rich families yacht all the way to the east coast then hopped on a plane."
He nodded slowly, figiting with his beard, "long journey then."
Eventually, you arrived at the destination and landed the jet. You saw the compound while flying and decided to hide out a few miles away, far enough that you and Logan wouldn't have to mind yourselves.
He carried all the bags from the jet and began setting up the tents. The first was his, a large thing with small mesh windows and a sheer top. But when he got to yours, and began setting it up, he called you over, "this one has a bunch of holes in it."
You kneeled next to him, eyes squinted, your arm brushing his as you grabbed the tent. The holes were random, but tiny, just enough space that you could see through. "What the fuck?" You muttered, spreading it out farther and when you unraveled it completely, an entire rat shot at you.
You screamed so loud your ears rattled and Logan jumped up, eyes wide as another rat untangled from the tent. "Logan, fucking kill it!" You shouted, throwing the rat off of you as the other skittered across the ground.
You scrambled behind him, your hands fisting his shirt as the rats ran underneath one of the bags. You were stuck to him like glue as he moved closer, one of his arms wrapped around you—nearly carrying you because your body was so rigid. "Scott is supposed to clean the storage every month!" You spat, cursing him in your head and Logan nodded, "why are you so scared? You can kill these things without even touching them."
He paused and glanced down at you, chuckling at your terrified face and you rolled your eyes, "I have to see them in order for that to work!" You stepped away from Logan, albeit not very far, and raised your hand. The bag drifted into the air and the rats scurried.
You froze one while Logan chased after another, his claws shooting into the fat little thing while you stopped the heart of the other. When all was said and done, Logan tossed them far into the forest and sat on one of the foldout chairs, "how did rats get on the X-Jet in the first place?"
You shrugged, "either way, it looks like you and I are sharing a tent." He didn't seem to mind entirely, but he stood and began unpacking the rest of the stuff, which included a bunch of food, a small portable stove and a few gallons of water.
As the sun fell, it got colder and colder. You broke off from Logan to shower behind the X-Jet, using the portable shower. "We couldn't have stayed in a hotel?" You called, the streaming water muffling your voice, and Logan shrugged to himself, "the nearest town is three hours away!"
When you were finished, Logan took your place while you dressed in the jet, returning to the fire afterwards. Logan seemed to be a camping extraordinaire because he had the place set up perfectly, despite the loss of the second tent.
He'd heated up a can of beans and put some in a bowl for you, so you sat outside and ate, your energy surrounding the camp just incase something decided to sneak up on the two of you. Logan came back shirtless as usual, the hair on his chest damp, while his sweatpants hung low revealing the sharp angles of his v-line. He shook a towel within his hair and then sat beside you, leg impeding on yours.
"You clearly don't understand how big you are." He leaned back in his chair and shrugged, hair damp and sticking to his forehead. "I need space and you have plenty of it. Are the beans good?"
"They're as good as beans get." You sat your empty bowl down and sighed heavily, staring up at the sky. The stars were bright tonight, moonlight streaming in through the canopy of trees. "Recon tomorrow?"
Logan sat up, elbows on his knees, "yep. We need a clear count of men and children inside. Thankfully, I packed the thermal scanner." He smirked at you smuggly, eyebrow raised, then riffled through his bag, pulling out the device.
You chuckled at his expression, grabbing the scanner, "perfect. We shouldn't have to get too close, right?" You lifted your legs onto his lap ignoring his false look of disgust, even as he rested his hands against them lazily.
"No more than fifty feet." He snatched it back and threw it into the bag, "the others will call to check up in the morning." He placed your legs back down and put out the fire, then crawled into the tent. You followed after him a few minutes later and scoffed, "Logan, you're taking up all the fucking space!"
He was spread over the entire tent, one leg raised as he rested his head on his arm. Logan stared up at the mesh ceiling, watching the stars, "it's only meant for one person, so don't complain."
You zipped the tent closed and kneeled in the entrance, deadpanning him, "well I'm not the one who forgot to check the storage." Logan suddenly grabbed your arm and tugged you beside him. You were pressed into his side, your cheek against his chest. "Be a darling, bub, and get the blanket."
You rolled your eyes and drifted the blanket ontop of the two of you, still cuddling Logan. His eyes were closed as you glanced up at him, your scarf inpeding his eyes, but he did little to move it away, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. "I know you're not asleep."
He scoffed at your whispering, "yes, but I would like to. As long as you don't talk my ear off." You pulled out of his grip and tossed his arm back onto his chest with a grumble, but you stayed close, "you're lucky you're fucking warm."
He laughed a genuine, cackling sort of thing and turned on his side to look at you. "you're not half bad, you know?"
"And you're just as bad as I thought you were." He scoffed playfully at your words, reaching up to flick your nose, "liar." When he did it again, you grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his chest. Logan was much stronger than you and twisted his hand from your grip and grabbed both your wrists in one hand. You let out a laugh when he poked you in the stomach, the blanket slipping away.
"Ticklish, huh?" He sat up on his elbows and tickled you in the side, laughing when you snickered, trying to get out of his grip. Finally, he stopped and lied back , intercepting your attempts to get him back. You gave up and stared at the sky, arm pressed against his, "with abilties, you're at my mercy."
He didn't deny it as he nodded, "true, but I win in strength."
"Because your fucking arms are the size of melons!"
⨷
When the sun peaked through the tent, blinding you momentarily, you woke up, but you couldn't actually move. There was a heavy arm across your waist, Logan's fingers underneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the bottom of your breasts. You blushed, pulling his hand out, glancing back and chuckled at his sleeping face. He let out a snore, but didn't wake up as you climbed out of the tent, body buzzing, skin red.
You got ready for the recon—brushing your teeth, straightening up the camp, etc., then cooking a few eggs on the stove—Logan loved his protein. As you finished up, scooping the eggs onto two plates, Logan crawled out of the tent, yawning heavily, creases from the covers on his chest.
"Fuck, that's the best sleep I've had in a while." He disappeared behind the jet to brush his teeth then he gratefully took the eggs, thanking you, "how did you sleep?"
"Good. No crying, if that's what you're asking." He nodded happily, mouth full, "recon today, then?" "Yep. I already have the scanner packed up. It'll take an hour for us to walk the three miles, so I packed some water too." You went to get dressed after that, slipping behind the jet while Logan returned to the tent to fold the blankets.
When you returned, Logan got dressed—not in his jumpsuit, he never wore that—but in his white t-shirt and jeans, belt buckle clinking when he walked, the two of you left your camp in search of the building holding the hostages.
Logan didn't say much on the way there, his mind faraway, eyes on the ground watching for rocks and branches. You didn't like the silence because last night was the opposite, but you also didn't want to bother him. He'd been trying to befriend you recently and you just now started accepting it.
So neither of you said anything. It wasn't awkward neccessarily, but instead tense like important words were unsaid. When you stopped for a water break, he sat on a large stump beside you, staring ahead at a clearing.
"What's wrong with you?" Your voice was rough as you said it, face placcid and Logan glanced at you in confusion, "what are you talking about?"
"You talk your ass off yesterday and now you're mute. What's the matter?" He stood, hands on his hips in front of you, "no reason." That's when you noticed the large buldge in his crotch. You saw it this morning, but it was small and insignificant, so you chalked it up to a simple morning wood. But it was bigger now, enough to make his gait weird.
You could see the redness in his cheeks and that's when you realized why he was so quiet. He was so focused on hiding it from you that he was too embarrassed to say anything. He'd made the mistake of leaving the bag he was using to hide on the ground beside you, so when he saw you staring at his crotch, his eyes widened and he fell to his knees, "what the fuck are you looking at, freak?" He muttered, avoiding your eyes as he snatched the bag and placed it on his lap.
You chuckled, "Logan, you have a massive boner. How the fuck can you walk with that thing?" He groaned at you, standing, the bag still on his crotch. He shoved your shoulder gently and kept walking, face as red as a tomato.
"It's none of your damn business!" You jogged to catch up with him, "should I pour some of this water on you? I'm sure it'll help—" he suddenly stopped and tossed the bag aside.
Your smile fell as he leaned down to your height, face arrogant, "want to know why, bub? It's 'cause I saw you undressing earlier. I looked out the window of the tent and there you were, by the shower."
"I wasn't naked, Logan!" You shoved him in the chest and he barely stumbled as you continued walking, faster now. He chuckled at your embarrassment, "it doesn't matter to my dick. Saw your panties, saw your bra and it clearly freaked out."
"You're the freak!" He scoffed, "oh please. You've peaked at me before—intentionally! I accidentally saw you changing." You spun around and glared at him, stomping closer until your chest brushed his, "and I bet you kept watching, huh? Maybe you wanted to stop, out of respect, but you didn't."
He stammered, mouth open and you smirked, "exactly."
You continued walking, still cocky, and Logan returned to your side, still covering his boner shamefully. "I'm sorry—" you shook your head, "you don't have to apologize."
⨷
There were at least fifteen children and twice that of men. Neither you nor Logan didn't have the confidence to take them out, but a plan would need to take place, to assure the childrens' safety.
It was still tense and silent after the boner situation, but eventually, Logan returned to normal, after excusing himself when you returned to camp. You didn't comment on his red face nor his lack of breath, and you assumed he knew you knew because he avoided your eyes.
You'd never seen him so flustered before, and the fact that it was because of you was a bit shocking too. There'd never been any ounce of romance between you and Logan until now, and you couldn't deny your satisfaction. Both of you were stubborn, but it seemed whatever weird feelings Logan had gained for you overcame whatever dislike you had before.
So you didn't mind it, and you let it happen.
When Logan 'unintenionally' touched you, you leaned into it, and you didn't mind giving him the subtle affection either.
"We need to approach together and create some sort of distraction that will draw the men out. And while one of us deals with the ones outside, the other can go inside." Logan and you were inside the X-Jet drawing up a plan on the whiteboard.
You drew out the camp, sketching little stick figures to represent the children inside. "There's thirty two men and sixteen children. We need more men outside than inside to ensure the childrens' safety." Logan hovered behind you, his arm brushing your hip while he pointed at the drawing, "we've got some explosives in storage and I can set them up on the scraps outside the building."
"While you do that, I'll sneak to the eastern entrance and wait for you to set them off." You leaned back against Logan, then he grabbed the marker from your fingers and drew a horrible drawing of you.
"Who the fuck is that?" He scoffed, "it's you!" Rolling your eyes, you snatched the marker back, "I'll do the drawing because you're shit at it." He scoffed, but didn't argue.
"We need at least fifteen men outside."
"Do you think the explosives are enough?" You glanced back at Logan and he shrugged, "I can't be sure."
"Well let's hope when they see a big, muscular dude such as you with claws in his hands, more will come." He smirked, chin resting on your shoulder, "want a peak on the workout?"
"You're so egotistical it's ridiculous." You stepped away and Logan followed you out of the jet, "I'm inviting you to work out with me."
When you worked out, it was usually with Ororo and Jean in the basement, but you rarely, if ever saw Logan down there unless it was to train in the Danger Room. But you couldn't deny your curiosity."
"Fine, but if you need a spot, you'll have to ask Scott." He rolled his eyes, returning to the fire. The sun had began going down now, and showers were already finished, so both of you retired to the tent.
Logan laid down and took up most of the space, leaving you a small sliver next to the entrance. "If we're going to sleep in here together, I need more space!" He muttered underneath his breath and scooted over a bit further, giving you more room and you laid down, pulling the blanket up to your chin.
The tiny camping lamp lit the tent dimly, and you glanced over at Logan, staring at his profile, "try not to suffocate me in your sleep." He turned to you, "what do you mean."
"You tend to cuddle." He was quiet as you turned onto your side, then you felt his arm wrap around your hips and tug you against his chest, "do you mind the cuddling?" You shook your head, grabbing his arm. "A big teddy bear is what you are."
He chuckled, lips against your shoulder blade, "just don't tell the others, okay?"
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The blast was huge—shaking the ground as soon as Logan detenated the explosives. You were knocked off your feet, watching Logan floating through the air, the shockwave pushing him dozens of feet into the air. The entire scene played out slowly in your eyes as you saw his face split with fear, his body upside down.
You could feel the men inside the building pounding out through the northern entrance and you hopped up quick, ignoring the stabbing ache in your ankle from falling and you raised your hands, mind splitting as your energy surrounded Logan, pausing him in mid air.
He looked over at you with shock, his breathing irratic, and you placed him gently on the ground. He gave you a nod and a flash of a smile, then immediately got into action. He was no longer Logan, but instead the infamous Wolverine. He was rough and powerful as he fought the dozens of men coming at him. They didn't land a single touch, his claws blocking bullets.
You limped inside the building, wincing at your twisted ankle, but you knew you had a job to do. All of the children were in the middle of the building, bounded with shackles, a few of them sitting in cages with shock collars on to keep their abilities in check.
The first men you saw raised his gun at you, but you threw it across the room, delivering a solid punch to his jaw, then throwing him against the nearest wall. You fought fluidly, thankful you didn't have many against you, unlike Logan.
The children watched you with fascination, even as your leg buckled and you were pulled to the ground. You made sure to not be too graphic, which was something very easy for you to do, but you were cautious of the kids. You didn't want them to be afraid and it would be much easier taking them back to the mansion without worrying about fearful tears.
After you finished taking everyone out, you unlocked the cages, shackles, and collars, "me and my partner, Logan, are here to rescue you all. We'll take you to the X-Mansion in New York, then contact your loved ones from there." The oldest was a teenager, the youngest being no older than five or six.
The teenager helped you gather all the children then you all moved outside cautiously. You couldn't hear Logan nor any fighting, so you assumed he was finished.
And you were right, Logan pushed a limp man off of him and came over to you, kneeling so he could speak to the children. He said an iteration of what you had, "we move quick and we move quietly. There's no telling who will show up."
Thankfully, you and Logan already packed up camp, so as soon as the jet was in view, you could just load all the children up and speed off.
You and Logan lingered behind on the way back, his arm tucked around your waist to take weight off your ankle, "you're clumsy, you know that?" You rolled your eyes playfully, attempting to keep up a protective barrier around the group, but it kept wavering and fading each time you took a step. You were exhausted after fighting, and your abilities had limits no matter how big they seemed.
"It was that damn blast. I didn't expect it to be that big." He shrugged, "neither did I. But thanks for saving me—I surely would've broken my fucking back otherwise."
You knudged him as a small child turned around to look curiously. When the child said fuck lowly, mimicking Logan, you gaped, staring up at him, "you have to watch your mouth!"
He groaned a little, "I'm sure they've heard worse!" You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, you heard the cocking of a gun. You pushed away from Logan quickly and raised your arms, focusing all of your energy into keeping the barrier up. The culprit moved closer, a dozen other men behind him, "give us the mutants!"
He didn't let you reply before he pull the trigger, but the bullet his the barrier and fell to the ground, squashed like a coin. The kids looked at you with astonishment and the oldest teenager raised his fists defensively. "I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer!" You huffed out, face red, chest heaving as you tried your hardest to channel your abilities.
Logan glanced at you with concern, but he slipped out the barrier and got to work, slinging men aside and snatching their guns just as you collasped, mind muddled. The barrier glittered away and the teenager crouched next to you just as he let out a purple blast from his fists. They were like lazers and burnt the men to crisps, but it wasn't enough.
Your ears were ringing as Logan returned to you, still on high alert as men rushed him. The kids had all sorts of abilities, enough to fight back and give you all the upperhand. The youngest child turned into a bird and bit chunks out of the men, another kid spat boiling water from his mouth, and another one could teleport with a blink of his eyes.
When the kids were done, all the men were either dead or unconscious and Logan laughed, shaking the nearest kid by the shoulder, "you rascals are amazing!" He focused back on you though and shook his head softly as he picked you up, his arms hooked underneath your neck and knees.
"We have to move quick, others could be coming. As soon you see the big jet, get on it!" The group sped into a run, Logan at the back to make sure everyone could keep up while he glanced down at you, wiping away the sweat accumulating on your forehead.
As soon as everyone was on the jet, Logan did a headcount then shouted for everyone to buckle in where they could, "I don't care if you have to squeeze two asses on a chair, but I can hardly fly this thing!" He strapped you into the passenger seat then sat, powering on the jet and taking off immediately.
The kids yelled out complaints at the shakiness, but Logan ignored them, arms flexing as he pulled the throttle. He could barely keep his eyes off of you for a second, but he forced himself to focus as the jet rose higher and higher until it was hidden in the clouds and finally balanced.
Logan called the Professor and he picked up within a few seconds, "are you and Nova heading back?" The Professor's face glittered into existence, glitching away every few moments, but Logan replied swiftly, "she's fucking exhausted, Charles. Her body is burning up and I really don't know what to do!"
Charles' eyes widened at Logan's panicked state and he sat up straighter, "she's at her wits end. She needs to rest to get better, and nothing else can rush the process."
"Fuck!" Logan muttered, glancing back at the kids who were simply staring at him with mixed emotions, "and I have these kids here, but I don't know what to say! She's the one who was supposed to—"
Charles shushed Logan, "you need to stay calm! You're incharge of sixteen kids while flying multiple tons of machinery. This is no time to freak out. Nova will be fine. Just get back as soon as you can, the others are waiting."
The Professor ended the call and Logan ran a heavy hand down his face, eyebrows creased to all hell. He couldn't calm his raging heart nor the worry. You'd never been this tired before—never—so he had no idea how to react. Maybe it was because you had to save him? He cursed lowly, pounding a heavy fist on the console.
"You okay, man?" The oldest kid, Marcus, appeared beside Logan, arm resting against his chair and Logan scoffed, "you seem smart, bub. Do I look okay?"
Marcus shook his head, glancing over at your slumped figure, and he grabbed a nearby towel and wiped your forehead, kneeling next to your chair. "No, you look like you're losing your shit."
Logan laughed humorlessly, "yeah, well I'm glad you're perceptive. Do you know any of these kids?" Marcus nodded lazily, sitting on the armrest of your chair, "all of them. I've spent the last few months being with them twenty-four-seven so it's hard not to."
"Well we're going to need your help getting everyone where they're supposed to be. If they trust you, they'll answer whatever question you ask them." Marcus nodded, raising his hand where a small orb of purple light flashed, "will do."
As soon as the mansion came into view, Logan let out a laborious sigh as he landed the X-Jet—very roughly. When he opened the door, Scott, Ororo, Jean and the Professor were standing there, and they immediately hopped into action, guiding the kids to the mansion. Charles stayed back through, watching Logan lift you gently, his eyes creased with worry.
"Somethings shifted." Charles noted, following Logan inside the mansion and Logan chuckled, "a lot has changed since we left."
"For the better I assume?" Logan nodded, placing you in your bed, his hands moving your curly hair from your face, then he wiped the sweat from your body and stood, "she's going to be alright?"
"I wouldn't lie to you, Logan. She needs rest and a lot of it. That means she may be asleep for days, but she will be fine. I want you to check up often, give her water, and if she does wake, get her to eat. And don't worry if she falls asleep after."
Logan noted it all in his head, thanking Charles with a nod.
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"And suddenly you like each other?" Ororo said, face stretched with surprise. Everyone was sitting in the entertainment room, all except for you. Three days had passed and you still weren't awake, but everyone could feel your strength coming back. Ororo sat by your side when she wasn't busy, Jean too, often muttering all about how much everyone missed you in the mansion.
Students left gifts by your door and some left them with Logan, your nightstand covered in wildflowers from the field behind the mansion. You had a bucket full of candy in your closet, a crotchet blanket from Kitty, and Rogue made you beaded jewelry.
Everyone missed your witty charm and bickering with Logan. They missed your tenderness on tough subjects and your easy explanations when speaking about topics in class. They missed the board game nights you and Ororo organized each Friday night.
But, mostly, Logan missed you. He was surprised how much though and he hadn't realized how often you were involved in his routine, despite the lack of communication. He cuddled up with you at night, though, arms loose around you and sometimes you would squeeze him back, muttering his name hoarsely, and all the stress would fade away.
He'd been more engerized then ever, but he wanted you by his side. He wanted to kiss you for the first time and spend the weekends with you playing pool—which would probably end up being a vicious competition, but that's what he looked forward to the most.
Logan had just returned from a solo mission. He was tired and ready for bed despite the suns presence. Obviously, he wasn't wearing his jumpsuit—his tanktop damp with sweat, legs suffocated in jeans, his belt loose to give him space. He pushed open the side door in the kitchen, stretching heavily, his back sore, knuckles attempting to scab.
Ororo, Jean and Scott were in the living room, laughing so loud it annoyed him, but he said nothing, pulling open the fridge and looking for a beer, but when he realized there would probably never be a beer in this entire mansion, he wanted to collaspe to his knees and cry. So instead, he grabbed a soda and began the walk to your bedroom.
Just as he passed the couch, fingers trailing on the back of it, he paused, noting a figure sitting beside Ororo, who was watching Logan with a light smile as he paused and turned around. Scott snickered at Logan's confused face and you did too, cheeks red as you attempted and failed to hide your laughs.
Logan's eyes widened at the sight of you and he forgot the soda entirely and rushed farther into the living room, "you're awake." You raised your hand as you curled the carbonated liquid into the sink and stood, your hands on your hips, "yes I am. I went looking for you but found these fools instead—" you gasped as Logan hugged you, his arms heavy.
Your face was stuffed into his shoulder, you feet almost hovering off the ground from how tight he was hugging you. You could hear the quick pulse in his neck and you smiled, arms wrapped around his torso as he slipped a hand against your head and inhaled your scent deeply.
"Gosh, I didn't know you two were fucking." Scott muttered, standing. Your friends gave you two privacy and Logan pulled away and sat heavily on the couch, head leaning back, "when did you wake up?"
"This morning. I think you'd left by then." You glanced at him and pushed yourself closer, head resting against his shoulder. Logan grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, "I missed you, bub."
"No one would believe how gentle you are."
"And we're keeping it that way. Scott is already gonna tease me about the hug, I know it." You chuckled, kissing his cheek, his beard rough against your lips, "who cares what Scott thinks? Besides, we said nothing when Jean and him couldn't keep their hands off of eachother."
Logan nodded in agreement, "exactly. They were sucking each others faces off!" Each of you shivered in disgust and you moved onto your back, your head against his lap, eyes closed as Logan's hand rested against your chest gently.
"Then I guess they'll have no problem getting used to us." He hummed in susprise, smirking and you sat up once more, tilting your head for the perfect angle. Your lips were gentle against his, your knee digging into his thigh, but Logan didn't care—all he cared about was you. Your scent was blinding, your fingers chilly against his neck. Logan grabbed your waist and shifted you on your back, his other hand gripping your thigh.
He was exactly the teddy bear you said he was because he was gentle. He didn't bite or force, nor was he rough. He was dominate of course, guiding his tongue into your mouth as he devoured you, but you didn't complain. Logan took care of you and you would do the same.
Your head fell back as Logan's kisses trailed down your chin then to your neck, his lips against your racing pulse. When his fingers attempted to slip beneath your waistband, you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head, "not now." He mirrored your smirk, allowing you to stand.
"Then when?" You didn't reply, attempting to walk away, and Logan grabbed your arm and reeled you back in, fingers hooked in your pants, "I can wait as long as you want, but at least leave me with something to dream about."
You laughed, forehead pressing against his chest then you nodded, "fine." You stared at him as you guided his fingers underneath your shirt, shivering at the chilliness of them. Logan's cheeks were so red it made you smile, just as his hands groped your boobs. You let out an airy breath as you leaned back. Logan kissed you, arm hooking around your body as he pinched your nipple, "that's plenty, bub."
I love when I come across tiktoks of people drawing BKDK comics using audio from The Basement Yard (and also Game Grumps), I just want these boys to be silly lil besties together
I realized something today about telepaths in the X-Men movies: Jean Grey is only feared by characters in-universe for her Phoenix powers, but her telepathy is freely used and seen in a heroic light when used; whereas Charles Xavier’s telepathy is seen both to the audience and by characters in-universe as shameful and something that Charles needs to hide even from fellow mutants!
The double standard regarding the way others (especially Raven and Erik) treat Charles and his telepathy is astoundingly irritating!
Telepathy and Detect Thoughts are very much different spells in DnD. I was very confused for a good second there. Because Telepathy is an 8the level spell, Detect is a much more modest 2nd level.
