#werewolf!logan

[rosenclaws]

Would Reader let Werewolf!Logan knot her? 🫣 Please say yes and please write the story. I am on my knees begging!

a/n: yes yes 100% yes god i need it. here's a little drabble just for you. Also yes I'm a freak leave me alone idc

wc: 454

warnings: SMUT, Knotting, MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, feral logan kinda, creampie, Readers a freak too, breeding kink, idk what to tag this low key its ur typical werewolf knotting fic so whatever that comes with.

"Fuck...You feel so fucking good baby." Logan growls in your ear. His hips are slamming into you recklessly. He's truly losing himself in the pleasure just as you have.

You can't remember how many times Logan has sent you over the edge. You're nothing but a limp toy for him to play with.

"Can't stay in you much longer, gonna hurt you." He groans.

You feel like fucking heaven that the idea of leaving you makes his inner beast yowl. But Logan knows what’s coming and it’s a lot. Even for a mutant.

As he moves you grab onto his shoulders, locking your legs around his waist. He groans as his hips drive deeper into you.

“Don’t. I’m not going to break Logan.” You snap. You pull him down and bite his ear.

You know he means well but you understand what loving Logan means. You don’t just want one side of him. You want it all.

“What happened to breeding me like a bitch hm?” You taunt. Knowing that he could never resist you.

Logan snarls as he slams his hips as far as they can go. You’ll surely have bruises on your hips from the force of his adamantium bones. His claws shoot out as he traps you beneath him. His heavy wait pressing against you as he comes inside of you until it’s leaking out.

You gasp softly as you feel the swelling. The fullness almost becoming too much as you try and squirm away.

A soft whimper of pain slips out and Logan snaps out of his blissful state. The beast inside of him screaming to soothe your cry. His claws slowly slide back in as he locks his hands with yours.

“Feel that honey, taking me so well.” He hums sweetly.

He rubs his face along your neck, leaving small kisses as he moves. He hears a soft giggle as his beard tickles the sensitive spots. His hips have pinned you down firmly but he lifts his chest so he can see you.

You’ve never looked more beautiful. All fucked out and now taking his knot. He feels himself purring deep in his throat. He’s satisfied. Happy. You’re what the wolf wants and you want him and the wolf. He brushes your cheek gently and whispers sweet words in your ear.

He’s not ashamed to admit that he could go another round. Seeing you so willing, begging to take him in this way. To be connected in such a filthy, special way.

“You’re mine baby, only mine.” Logan purrs as he rests his head next to yours. His body protects yours as you wait for his knot to go down.

But honestly, there’s nowhere else yo’d want to be.

[typically-untypical]

Cold Mornings, Warm Hearts

This was written for @Polarisbees as part of the Camp Cartoon event hosted by @tss-camp-and-coffee Enjoy!

Ao3 Link Here

Patton woke up colder than usual. He shivered under the blanket, chanting a few words to warm it up again. He wasn't used to this, normally when he first woke up he was surrounded by warmth. Where had his boyfriends gone? Janus didn't provide a lot of warmth, but whether Logan was in his wolf form or his human form, he radiated heat. Patton normally woke up snuggled into his chest, but there was no one next to him. The bed was empty and the sheets were cold to the touch. It wasn't a special day was it? That might explain why they were both up. Patton wracked his still sleepy brain and couldn't think of anything. It wasn't any of their birthdays, and it certainly wasn't an anniversary. He also didn't think it was any of the fae or werewolf holidays. 

Patton wasn't super worried, not yes, he was just cold. He sat up, yawning as he looked around the room. His vision was too cloudy but he could tell Janus and Logan weren't here. It wasn't like them to just disappear, especially not both of them. He pouted, grabbing his glasses from the night stand, shivering when his arm hit the cold. He then pushed himself off the bed, feet searching for his slippers. 

He slid into the plush material and stood up, taking the blanket with him as he stood, wrapping it as tightly around himself as he could. It still radiated a soft heat, but he had used a basic spell to keep himself warm, not wanting to use too much mana first thing in the morning. 

Patton shuffled through their house, running one hand along the walls, the other still around the blanket. He was feeling for the magic, checking to make sure none of his wards had been broken. When he built this house with his boyfriends, Patton had weaved magic into it to keep them all safe. Nothing seemed amiss, so he wasn't worried, he allowed his mind to teeter on the edge of sleepiness. And sure enough, when he got half way through the hall, he finally heard his boyfriends, both of them alive and well. Patton smiled, moving towards them as his mind started to pick up what they were saying. 

"We agreed no magic while preparing Patton breakfast, it always affects the consistency and taste," Logan said in his normally gravely morning voice. As a werewolf, it took longer for Logan's voice to settle into its usual tone and timber. He tended to have a much deeper voice for at least the first hour of the day, longer if he had been in his wolf form for a long time the night before.

"Which is why I haven't added a drop of magic to the batter and I'm only using magic to stir it," Janus' voice was soft and melodic. Being fae, his voice had a quality that made you want to believe him, made you trust in the words he said. It wasn't even something Janus was trying to do, though he did sometimes. Sometimes he'd put on extra charm to try and get what he wanted. Patton giggled a little, the two of them were so adorable, especially first thing in the morning. He didn't want to disturb them though, so Patton covered his mouth with his free hand.

"Wait," Logan interjected, though it was obvious he had something to say about Janus' blatant disregard for their rules. 

Soon Logan's head was poking around the corner. He looked surprised when he saw Patton, mouth hanging open slightly. "I didn't hear you get up." His voice was a lot softer now and Patton gave him a smile.

"You were having too much fun with Jay-Jay." He took a step forward, opening his arm a little so Logan could hug him. This was the warmth he had been craving, what he had been hoping for since he woke up.

"Not sure I would call our disagreements fun," Logan protested, but Patton knew. He watched the way the both of them antagonized each other, pushed each other to be stronger, better, it was honestly kind of sweet and Patton couldn't help but watch them with soft eyes. He buried his face in Logan's chest and felt as Logan softly started to scratch his head. "Speaking of which," he turned to Janus despite still holding Patton. "If you get fairy dust in my batter, so help me."

Janus smirked. "You'll do what?" He asked, "Punish me? Oh no, maybe the great Logan will lecture me to death." Patton pulled his head back, looking at Janus who had a mixing spoon in one hand and a bowl of batter in the other. Logan pulled away, stomping over to Janus before grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in. 

"Don't tempt me," Logan whispered and Patton watched as Janus' face turned a bit red. Then, because he apparently didn't like not having the upper hand, Janus floated the bowl to the counter and pulled Logan in for a kiss. This was so like they, pretending to antagonize one another when they really just wanted to kiss one another. 

Patton would have been happy to leave them both like that, but a strange smell was beginning to fill the kitchen. "Kiddos, I think your pancakes are burning." He warned and watched as they both shot away. A matching swear was on each of their lips and Patton tsked. 

"Language," he couldn't keep a straight face as he giggled, hands on his hips, blanket now hanging loosely over his shoulders. Both of them shot him a look and as soon as the pancakes were rescued and the stove no longer smelt of burnt magic, Patton was wrapped up in two sets of arms. Logan kissed the top of his head while Janus kissed him gently on the nose.

They were going to have to re-do breakfast, but that was okay, Patton was finally feeling warm. 

[echoalias]

So, I've got this fic idea that I wanted to be ready for Halloween...but isn't XD So have a gabble about it, instead:

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Logan settles well enough with Wade and Al and the dog he doesn't want anything to do with. He doesn't stab Wade at every bad joke, and actually seems to enjoy his company rather than enduring it: he quips back! He spends most of his time hanging out with Wade! He let's Wade hang off him! It's glorious!

On that note; he also doesn't seem to mind sharing Wade's bed - even though, after the first exhausted night, they could totally make other arrangements...

Maybe it's just easier?

Maybe Logan actually doesn't mind Wade?! (YAY?)

Anyway, Logan settles, and makes himself useful by helping to tidy the chaos Wade leaves about the apartment so Al doesn't fall and break a hip, and cooks for them all so Al doesn't die of food poisoning or scurvy. He even walks Mary with Wade sometimes, because being in the apartment all the time is a little claustrophobic. And also, he's got to get to know his new...territory, a bit.

But he is just as happy (he is surprised to feel!) lazing about and letting Wade show him the Way of His New World. He gets introduced to films and TV and music he'd never heard of nor would have ever listened to without Wade's influence, and it's not...all bad. Some of it's sorta catchy...!

It's nice when Wade listens to his opinions and snippets of stories too. He hasn't had many people listen to him in a long while...

When Wade's friends throw him Birthday Party Take Two, Logan partakes, and makes surprisingly easy/charming small talk with Peter and Dopinder and Collosus, and smiles, and Wade finds himself turning back from Vanessa to look at Logan, instead.

Goddamn, he's smitten.

He's got The Best Wolverine living with him! And it's not actually a dream! He's shot himself ala Inception just to check!

It's all going well - Logan can't get a job, what with not really existing - but Wade dives into his limited savings and sells a gun or two and covers the costs of food and new clothes - because Logan does occasionally look a little uncomfortable stretching out Wade's Hello Kitty shirts, and Wade just wants the best for his new...roommate. He can't help dressing Logan up like Origins Logan though, because God Damn!

Because of the lack of funds, Logan doesn't drink all that much. He isn't quite desperate enough to steal bottles off the shelf, and he can't pay for it himself. But that's fine, because he's used whisky as a bit of a crutch, and now he...finds he needs to lean on it less.

Things are good.

But he knows it can't last. That's not how his life goes. It's inevitable. A cycle.

For a few weeks, Apartment 17 is banter and easy living despite how cramped it's become, and as they move into December Wade decorates excessively for Christmas and plays cliche songs at all hours, and then, as the moon grows bigger and brighter...Logan's past and his nature come back to haunt him.

He's a monster with a temper and a lust for blood and he ruins everything. A new start in a new universe won't erase that fact. Just gives him a new opportunity to fuck up...!

After a nightmare and burying his claws in Wade's guts, Logan is spooked.

He can't stand to stay in the apartment, and he's snappy and reactive with the full moon looming close, so he takes Wade's credit card and goes drinking for the first time since being in this universe. Tries to drown himself - drown the beast poisoning his blood - like the good old times.

But it doesn't make him feel any better, nor does it make the agitated, twitchy feeling go away, and he drags himself back to the apartment guiltily because he's got nowhere else to go (rather, since living in domesticity again after so many years, he can't bare to be alone...).

(The beast craves companionship, is the thing. But if Logan stays, he'll hurt them!)

So he tires his best to act normal when he knows he is anything but - the writhing beast itching under his skin and making his joints ache and his blood lust rise, and he can't be here when he turns tomorrow night...!

So he leaves again the next evening - it's for the best (he shouldn't stay at all! He shouldn't put Wade and Althea in this position of such danger!)

He sheds his skin to wear his fur, and hides out in the dog park they'd walked Mary to so many times by now. Close enough to be on his home turf, but far enough away that he doesn't giving into the temptation to run back to his new pack.

Might hurt them!

But need to be with them!

His mind is a chaos of conflicting wants, and he howls pathetically (and angrily) about it.

When he slinks back the next morning, Wade looks tired and smells of sadness and worry and guilt, and Logan wants to whine but manages not to. Mary is overjoyed that he's returned, because for some reason she loves Logan even if he tries to dissuade her.

It's...tense, for a day or two. But then the pull of the moon wanes and Logan can relax again.

Until the next Full Moon...

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So, this fic is going to be all pining and Logan being hot and cold because he's got to be, and Wade being all confused and sad and angry at him for it.

But he's also smart. He figures out the pattern!

Can't quite believe it, but he's seen so many variants now; why the fuck can't the Wolverine actually be the Werewolferine?! :D

Of course, Wade makes it his mission to win the beast over. He can take everything Logan can give him, after all!

[stillebesat]

Beneath the Moon -Part 1

December Drabbles Day 18  Sanders Sides: Logan, Roman Blurb: After all the research he’d done, after all the signs he’d been experiencing. Logan needed someone to tell him he wasn’t crazy. And Roman...Roman had always been the one most likely to believe in the fantastical, the impossible, the...supernatural. Fic Type: Werewolf!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Bite Wound -Semi-Detailed, Dog Attack Mention, Injuries, War Talk, Fighting Talk, Death/Dying Talk Taglist in Reblog.  

“A werewolf.” 

Logan swallowed, fiddling with the loosely wrapped bandage on his hand as he kept his eyes firmly on Roman’s ankles. “I told you.” He said. “It isn’t logical.” 

“Hence why you came to me because I’m…what was that phrase you used the last time we…talked?” 

Logan ran his uninjured hand through his hair as he ducked his head. Why had he ever thought, after how they’d left things off, that Roman would actually help him? The unhealing bite wound had to be infected and addling his brains despite the numerous doctors visits and medications he’d been on this past month that would prove otherwise. 

“I believe I called you a ‘pompous prick of a prince stuck in a permanent delusional daydream.’” He whispered.

Roman snorted, uncrossing his legs as he leaned forward like a hawk about to snatch up his prey. “Trust the Brain to remember such a phrase after what? Fifteen years, Lo.” 

This was a mistake. Logan made a noncommittal sound as he hunched his shoulders. But he’d seen Roman and just---reacted, instinctively trusting that he would be able to help. 

After all the research he’d done, after all the signs he’d been experiencing. Logan needed someone to tell him he wasn’t crazy. And Roman...Roman had always been the one most likely to believe in the fantastical, the impossible, the...supernatural. “It’s what I’m good at.” He said, closing his eyes, again fidgeting with the bandage. “Remembering things.” 

He’d been teased constantly for his memory all throughout school. Been called Sherlock or Brain so often that half their graduating class didn’t know his actual name. 

Which made the fact that he couldn’t remember the fever filled two days after he’d received this...this bite...from that black dog--wolf?...more concerning.  

And after a month’s long session of ‘research’ into his wound, his further symptoms, and the circumstances around his bite and the dog--wolf that had bitten him…had led him to the only explanation that fit the entire experience. 

He’d been bitten by a werewolf. 

And if...IF this was true, his research pointed to the strong possibility that in under an hour, when the full moon rose, Logan would forcibly be changed from man to wolf. 

He didn’t want to believe it. 

But all the signs pointed to it. His sudden allergy to silver. Cats no longer liking him. An increase in appetite, especially for red meat--which Logan had historically disliked the taste of. His eyesight inexplicably improving to the point where he no longer needed to wear his glasses. His sense of smell and hearing randomly becoming overwhelming to the point he could barely function only to return to normal a split second later. And most importantly, the fact that the bite wound on his hand would not heal, which a very dusty book from the library had stated would not vanish until after the first full moon after the bite occurred---all pointed to him being a werewolf.

 But it wasn’t like Logan could just tell anyone about this theory of his. About what he thought could happen tonight.

After all, werewolves shouldn’t exist. 

To confide to anyone that he thought that they did and that he could become one tonight because he’d been bitten by a dog that looked like a wolf--

“And you thought...that I was still this...delusional Prince?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow, his amber eyes glittering. “Willing to go along with any make-believe or fantasy adventure that comes my way at the drop of a hat?” 

Logan could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and hated himself for it. Of course it was crazy to expect that Roman of all people would believe him. 

In retrospect he probably was the worst choice Logan could have made when choosing to confide in someone. After all, they had been, for all intents and purposes, enemies for the past fifteen years. 

Yet Logan had momentarily forgotten that little fact. Had only remembered his childhood friend who had lived and breathed adventure growing up and would probably be the one most likely to believe him when he saw him pull into his driveway. 

A Child’s fantasy was a lot different from an Adult’s though.

And Roman...Roman had gone from wanting to be an Actor in high school to choosing to serve three tours overseas in the War and coming back a decorated hero. Someone who had seen the darker side of being a modern day knight in shining armor and yet had chosen to embrace that reality anyways. 

Even sitting, Roman commanded the room. He was all confidence, a lion lounging on his throne, claws only sheathed because there was no need to use them...yet. 

And if things went…badly. It was all too likely that he would use those warrior skills and shoot Logan the moment he...he changed. After all, Roman was now trained to see threats and take care of them.

Werewolves were historically, in their lore, always a threat. A danger to society.

Logan squeezed his eyes shut, conscious of how his heart rate had picked up. 

Mistake. Mistake! MISTAKE!

He had under an hour to get to a place where he could potentially shift in safety. Where he could test his theory of what he was and how he would change without endangering himself or any people who might be around and here he was talking to his high school enemy like he expected Roman to take him in like a lost injured puppy.

Logan pushed to his feet, bringing his bandaged hand to his chest protectively. “My apologies, Roman.” He said, unable to look up from the ground to properly face him. Roman probably was staring at him like he was a crazed loon after his sudden appearance on his doorstep and the ludicrous story he’d just told. “I shouldn’t have intruded in such a manner.” He turned for the door. “I’ll see myself out.”

He’d been so desperate to find someone, anyone to humor him. Someone he could trust. To help him test out his theory. To make sure that IF he changed. If something went wrong. That--that if he--he became a crazed bloodthirsty beast, there would be someone there to take care of it--keep him safe from hurting others. 

Or…if nothing happened. Which Logan desperately wanted to believe. That nothing would happen. That the moon would rise and he would just be standing there, perfectly fine and definitely embarrassed to have indulged in such a fancy...that someone would keep his momentary lapse in judgement quiet--

He highly doubted that Roman would keep this particular visit quiet. What sane person would? Logan probably looked like a crazed lunatic, showing up out of the blue in an old NASA t-shirt and worn jeans, spouting off theories on how he could be a new-made werewolf going to change for the first time tonight--Roman should have called the police as soon as he opened his mouth.

Logan would have, had their positions been switched. 

He tensed, breath hitching as Roman caught his wrist in an iron grip before he’d taken three steps, conscious of the fact that his childhood friend probably now knew twelve different ways to incapacitate him before he could blink.  

“You didn’t show me the bite wound.” Roman said, voice soft. “How can you tell me such a fantastical story and expect me to believe you if you don’t show me your key piece of proof?” 

Logan bit his bottom lip, daring to glance at his childhood friend, gauging how serious he was about seeing the injury. 

“Well?” Roman held out his hand, palm up towards Logan. “It’s not like I haven’t seen my fair share of battle wounds, Lo. I doubt your little bite will compare.”

That was true. Roman had seen battle. War. People dead and dying.

Logan steeled himself, he’d been careful about who touched his injured hand, not sure what the wound would do should it come in contact with another. “It’s not a little bite.” He said, reluctantly holding it out to him.  

He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll be the judge of that.” 

Logan looked away as Roman unraveled the bandage. His feet shifted in place as he glanced at the clock on the mantle, watching the second hand tick its way closer to the full moon’s rising. 

It was odd...Roman had never needed proof before. He’d been the sort to take people at their word and go harring off at the slightest hint of an adventure.

Obviously he had changed far more after high school than Logan had anticipated. It was--

Roman whistled as the last of the bandages fell to the ground. “This...happened a month ago?” He asked, turning Logan’s hand over studying the bite that formed a large crescent shape from his middle finger down to his wrist. 

“Twenty-eight days.” He corrected, wincing as Roman gently poked the wound. He’d been attacked on the last night of last month’s full moon cycle. 

“It looks--”

“Fresh?” Besides the visible lack of blood coming from the wound, it looked like it could have happened only minutes ago.

“Horrible.” Roman frowned. “I’ve seen men take sharpenal to their hands and this--just a bit more pressure and you could have lost your thumb and two fingers--”

Logan winced, his stomach twisting. “I know--I didn’t.” It had been a close thing though. He could have lost half his hand if the wolf had dug its teeth just half an inch deeper into his flesh and pulled, it was a miracle he could still use his fingers at all. Another inconsistency really, with normal dog bites. His hand still worked perfectly despite the large wound maring half of the surface that should have destroyed his tendons and muscles.

“And you’ve tried--”

“Everything short of surgery.” And with his hand able to function normally, no Doctor was willing to try that just yet, not after a single month. “Nothing heals it.” 

Roman hummed. “An unhealing wound.” He mumbled, looking up. He frowned, raising a hand to Logan’s chin, turning his head this way and that as he peered into his eyes. “Did you always have a golden tint to your irises?” He asked, trailing his fingers down to press gently against the side of Logan’s throat, where the pulse of his heart frantically pounded against Roman’s warm fingers.

Logan swallowed, feeling the color draining from his face. Golden tint? “No.” He whispered. “They’ve always been green. You know that.” 

Roman clicked his tongue, abruptly pulling away from him and crossing his arms. “Okay. Say, hypothetically, I don’t think you’re crazy.”

Logan blinked at the sudden change in tone. “You don’t?” He asked, not quite believing he was hearing this as pulling his hand back to his chest. It would be pointless to try and rebandage it with the moon so close to rising.

“Hypothetically.” Roman stressed, giving him a tight smile. “If you are going to turn into this--” He waved a hand around. “Werewolf creature. What exactly did you want my help for? Cus I highly doubt you’re thinking something stupid like true love’s kiss will work in this particular scenario of yours that you’ve set up.”

To Be Continued.  Part 2

[sagesparrow394]

New Intrulogical idea

Romulus is a famous monster hunter. He wants his sons to follow his legacy.

Roman is determined to live up to his father’s expectations and make him proud. Remus, however... he doesn’t get why monsters are seen as so evil! He sees them not as bad, but as badass.

But there’s so much pressure on him to follow his dad’s footsteps. So he gives in and does so...

Until one day he meets a werewolf.

Logan Berry in his normal form is an ordinary human... with wolf ears and a tail. However, under the light of the full moon, he transforms into a beast.

And when Remus meets Logan, he immediately falls in love.

Unfortunately, his brother and dad are trying to hunt Logan, so Remus has to decided: his true love or his family?

[nachosforfree]

Imagine Logan actually loves being a werewolf though, especially with his boyfriend also being one. He finds it fascinating and he just feels better about himself all together. It boosts his confidence in the best ways. The two of them spend full moons together and puppy babble, and only they understand eachother when they do.

Awww i love that

[hiddendreamer67]

October Prompt #7: Fairytale.

Summary: Little Red Riding Hood meeting with Roman as Red and Logan as the Big Bad Wolf. This one’s short but it exists! Thank y’all for sending in fairytales yesterday, this is what that was for and I’ll be responding to ‘em in the morning. :)

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It was a common fairy tale setting. Roman, a young lad on his way to visit his grandmother in the forest. His basket was filled with sweets, and his red cloak billowed out behind his shoulders. Roman was quite fond of the color red. His mother said it helped ward off danger. Roman liked to think of it as magic, as though his loved ones were right there to protect him. Then again, Roman didn’t need protecting.

Of course, there are those who would think otherwise. As Roman traveled deeper into the forest, his scent caught the attention of a curious werewolf. Logan paused, following the trail until he ended up on the same path as the young man.

All of a sudden the man whirled around. “Are you following me?” Roman challenged him.

“Yes.” Logan answered honestly.

Roman looked the newcomer up and down, taking in the too sharp teeth and the bushy ears. He squinted, trying to figure out which parts of this stranger were human and which parts were not.

“You’re not very good at being a wolf.” Roman decided. The wolf gave an offended scoff.

“I’m not a wolf, I’m a werewolf.” Logan said pointedly. “A wolf would gobble you up without hesitation. Be grateful for the difference in autonomy.”

“What would a werewolf do?” Roman asked. 

Logan thought about this for a moment. “I suppose gobble you up as well.” Logan decided, idly licking his lips. “But it seems inefficient. You wouldn’t fit, and I doubt you’re very tasty.”

“Hey!” Roman seemed offended by this statement, despite the fact that it might be the only reason he was still alive and standing before the werewolf in the first place. 

“Where are you from?” Logan asked, slowly circling the human and giving him a careful sniffing. He bent at the waist, leaning closer as he did so.

“It doesn’t matter where I’m from, it matters where I’m going.” Roman cringed, holding his basket closer to his chest. 

“Then where are you going?” Logan asked, pausing his circle to look up into Roman’s eyes. 

“If you must know, I’m visiting my grandmother.” Roman informed him. “And you can stop your sniffing, you probably just smell the sweets I’m bringing her.”

“I already smelled those; they’re repulsive.” Logan stuck out his tongue. “Processed sugars are terrible for a canine diet.”

“Then why is your nose all up in my business?” Roman huffed, pushing Logan away like a puppy that was too forwards. “Back off!”

Logan stumbled back, looking surprised and a bit hurt as he straightened up. “I… I thought we were greeting each other?”

Roman gave him an incredibly baffled look. “You really are just a big puppy, aren’t you?” He murmured.

Logan’s ears twitched, clearly overhearing the comment as his face turned an adorable shade of scarlet.

Roman had always loved red.

Roman laughed, sticking out his hand for a traditional human greeting. “My name’s Roman.” 

Logan cautiously took his hand. “My name is Logan.”

It was not the most traditional fairy tale meeting, but perhaps that was for the best.

[supernatural-familyau]

How it Begins Pt. 2

I wasn't trying to post the first part but oh well, here's the second.

The students began taking bets to see when either teacher would give in.

This led to the teachers to get involved, it was straight down the middle. Roman is persistent was the argument, but Logan was stubborn.

Though there was a small amount who put their money towards an outside force getting involved, that lucky force was the principal who had gotten a few votes from parents.

Principal Angela Reed thought she'd seen everything, from her time as a student to being a teacher herself. Yet it's when she's principal when she sees such an outpour of competition.

She wanted to bet but knew that it would go on forever if she didn't put it to rest now.

So with a sigh she rang up the intercom, "Mr. Croft, Mr. Sanders, please come to my office."

A smirk appeared on her face as she heard a scattered cheer throughout her school, seems like few had faith in her.

It took five minutes for the teachers to arrive, both looking a bit nervous.

"Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that you two are having a disagreement. Roman you want to date Logan, even though he specifically said no. Logan you have indeed stated that you are not interested in dating. May I ask why that is?"

Roman grinned, "He is just playing hard to get-"

"Mr. Sanders, this is an example of boundaries. It is obvious that you are making your fellow teacher uncomfortable, yet you do not back off." Roman flinched, he really hadn't been paying attention.

"Mr. Croft? I understand you were not interested in dating, why does Roman think you are?"

"All I did was rap, after informing him I wouldn't do it again. Nor put my students on hold for his own class." Logan grumbled.

Angela sighed, "How about we start as friends, no dating and just getting to know each other. See if the other changes their mind."

Logan really didn't want to but even he knew they were out of control, "Fine."

The two men exited the office, both downtrodden and agitated. Though that's what caused the two to converse.

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Logan was walking home from the mini Mart one night (having ran out of bread and in need of a PB and Crofters sandwich), a hiss so quiet alerted him that someone was there.

With a small grow and a swift turn, Logan nearly gasped at the sight of the brightest red eyes to ever be seen.

They looked terrified.

Roman flinched at the sight of him, "Logan, you have to run. There's a Hunter, I can't protect us both."

The owner of said eyes looked a bit worn, which was surprising because Roman was usually well done.

Logan noticed the red seeping through his shirt, he's injured and not enough nutrients to heal himself.

Now there's a Hunter.

Logan sighed, "Come on, let's go to me place. I'll heal you up."

"B-But the hunter-!" Logan quickly brought the Vampire towards his chest.

Gently dragging him towards the forest, Roman began to struggle. It took Logan a bit to drag him further before the Vampire said his peace, "I know you don't like me, but serving me on a platter? Really!?"

"So I have a helper?" Logan's eyes wandered towards the voice, he looked to be a older man. His greying hair prominent, his voice husky and winded from the chase, he looked like he had been hunting for a while.

Not for long.

Logan moved calmly in front of the other teacher, "I demand that you leave this man alone, or face the consequences."

The poacher got closer, "And what consequences are those?"

A gleam shone on Logan's glasses as a smirk filled his face and he pulled off his glasses his eyes echoing the raw anger in his soul as his body shifted.

Roman, barely conscious, fell backwards as more gleaming eyes appeared in the dark.

He accidentally walked into werewolf territory.

With slowly fading vision and senses, he witnessed the beginning on the onslaught of wolves attacking the Hunter.

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The smell of bacon and blood filled his senses, Roman's eyes opened beadily.

He noticed lilac walls that were not his own and that he was in an unfamiliar bed. Before he could panic he heard familiar footsteps walk towards the room.

He was surprisingly well rested and...healed?

"Are you coherent? You were rather...off while I fed you." Logan smirked, a hint of humor coloring his voice.

Roman hoped the burning on his face wasn't him blushing and was grateful that his fellow teacher said nothing.

Logan placed a blood pouch on the bed, "My breakfast is almost done, enjoy."

The werewolf left, leaving a blushing Roman behind.

That's when Roman knew, he couldn't get any gayer for anyone other than Logan.