Echoes Beneath the Waves (18+) — Logan Howlett One Shot
summary: In which the big bad wolverine gets lured to play with the ocean’s beauty.
pairings: logan howlett x siren!mutant!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI. Allusions to smut, naked make-out session.
credit: divider is from @firefly-graphics 🤍
The night was a canvas of shadows, with the lonely moon hanging as its only brushstroke of light. A biting breeze whipped through the darkness, and the relentless roar of the waves echoed against the shore, as if the ocean itself refused to rest. Laughter faded into the distance, swallowed by the night, as Logan drifted away, seeking solace in his own isolation.
Once he was far enough from the others, Logan lit his cigar, the soft glow briefly illuminating his face. He settled onto a large rock, just high enough to keep the waves from reaching his feet, and let the quiet of the night envelop him.
His gaze fixed on the horizon, where the ocean seemed to go on forever. The sky is painted dark grey until he saw a flicker of light coming from the middle of the ocean. His eyebrows furrowed together.
That’s odd, he thought.
Logan leaned forward, the cigar in his hand forgotten as he strained to catch every note of the enchanting melody. The music seemed to weave itself into the night, wrapping around him, pulling him closer to the ocean’s edge. He felt a strange compulsion, a pull that was both gentle and irresistible, urging him toward the water.
The light on the horizon grew brighter, pulsating in rhythm with the melody. It was as if the sea itself was calling to him, whispering secrets in a language he had never known but somehow understood. The world around him faded, the sounds of the crashing waves and distant laughter of his friends all but drowned out by the song that filled his ears and heart.
Without realizing it, he had risen to his feet, his legs moving of their own accord, carrying him closer to the shore. The rocks beneath him were cold and slick, but he paid them no mind. All that mattered was the light and the music, drawing him deeper into the night.
As he neared the water’s edge, the melody became clearer, more defined. It was a song of longing, of promises whispered on the wind. Logan’s heart ached with a strange, sweet sorrow, a yearning he couldn’t place. The light now shimmered on the waves, closer than before, beckoning him with its mysterious glow.
And then, she appeared.
Rising gracefully from the depths of the sea, a figure emerged, illuminated by the soft, ethereal light. The siren was unlike anything Logan had ever seen—beautiful, enchanting, and utterly seductive. Her long, flowing hair cascaded like liquid midnight over her bare shoulders, and her eyes, deep and alluring, locked onto his with a gaze that held both danger and desire.
She moved with an otherworldly grace, her voice weaving through the air as she sang, the melody now clearly coming from her lips. Each note seemed to hold him captive, drawing him in further, until he was standing ankle-deep in the water, unable to resist her pull.
The siren reached out to him, her hand hovering just above the water’s surface, beckoning him closer. The cold ocean swirled around his legs, but all Logan felt was a strange, enveloping warmth as he stared into her eyes, utterly entranced. In that moment, the world around him faded—no fear, no hesitation, only the magnetic pull of her presence.
But as their hands were about to touch, the siren suddenly gasped, choking on her own breath. Logan’s hand, which had been reaching for hers, seemed to move with a will of its own, and now it was wrapped tightly around the delicate, shimmering throat of the beautiful creature before him.
“You’re trying to mess with my mind again, aren’t you, fish?” Logan hissed, his voice low and dangerous as his grip tightened around her throat.
Her wide eyes glistened with a mix of surprise and something darker as she struggled against his hold. “How many times do I have to tell you?” he continued, his tone laced with a controlled fury. “Stay out of my head.”
With a final squeeze, he released her, watching as her legs—now human—settled onto the wet, rocky shore beneath them. She coughed, her breath ragged as she fought to regain control, but a mischievous smile soon curled her lips.
“You know I’ll always have my night dip, Logan,” she purred, her voice smooth despite the recent struggle. “It’s the humans who need to control themselves.”
She laughed then, a melodic sound that echoed through the night, her eyes gleaming with a playful challenge as she looked at his unyielding expression. “It’s almost as if you wanted me to draw you in.”
“M’not,” Logan muttered, but his voice lacked conviction, the siren’s laughter reverberating in his ears.
“Oh, but are you?” she teased, her tone dripping with mockery as she probed at the cracks in his carefully constructed walls.
Slowly, she reached for his hand again, this time with a softness that belied her earlier boldness. “Come on, swim with me. Just this once,” she coaxed, one eye winking playfully as she smirked. “I promise, this time it’s real. I’m not going to mess with your head.”
Her words were a vow, spoken with a mischievous grin that betrayed the truth—she was playing her game, but Logan knew better. And yet, despite knowing the risks, he felt himself give in. With a resigned sigh, he pulled away just enough to strip off his clothes, tossing them carelessly aside until he stood before her, bare and unguarded.
“This what you wanted?” he asked, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the wariness underneath.
Her smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in her gaze as she took in the sight of him. “Perfect,” she murmured, the word slipping from her lips like a promise, as the waves whispered at their feet, the night drawing them both into its depths.
She reached for his hands once more, and this time, Logan didn’t resist. He allowed her touch, her fingers cool and delicate against his. With a coy smile, she began to step backward, gently pulling him with her, further and further into the dark embrace of the ocean.
The cold water climbed higher as they moved deeper, the chill biting at his skin, but Logan felt a strange warmth radiating from her touch, keeping him anchored to her. With each step, the waves lapped at their bodies, until they were both submerged in the icy depths.
As the water enveloped them, the siren’s legs shimmered, transforming before his eyes. What was once human flesh became a beautiful, dark blue tail, its scales glinting faintly in the moonlight. The transformation was seamless, mesmerizing, as if the ocean itself had claimed her once again.
She flicked her tail lightly, the movement graceful and fluid, sending ripples through the water as she held his gaze. The cold, the danger, everything faded into the background. All that remained was her—mysterious, enchanting, and impossibly close.
Logan was amazed. He had never seen anything more beautiful than the vision before him, you floating effortlessly in the water, your dark blue tail shimmering like a jewel beneath the surface.
You inched closer, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered, "Close your eyes." Logan hesitated, unease flickering in his gaze, but something in your voice, in the way you looked at him, made him decide to trust you. After a moment, he let his eyes slowly drift shut, surrendering to the unknown.
A soft breath escaped your lips, brushing against his skin as you granted him the magic of your powers. The change was almost imperceptible, a gentle tingling that spread through him, filling him with a sense of calm and something more—something ancient and powerful.
"Now, open your eyes," you whispered, your voice like a melody woven into the wind. Logan obeyed, his eyes fluttering open to a world transformed. Everything seemed sharper, more vivid, as if he were seeing the ocean for the first time.
You gave him a knowing smile before slipping beneath the surface, your tail flicking gracefully as you began to descend into the depths. Without hesitation, Logan followed, plunging into the cold embrace of the water, drawn into the mysterious world that awaited below.
As Logan plunged beneath the surface, he expected darkness—a murky, cold abyss. But instead, the world around him came alive with vibrant light and color. The magic you had gifted him transformed the ocean into a realm of wonders he had never imagined.
The water, once dark and foreboding, now shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Schools of fish darted around him, their scales reflecting hues of turquoise, emerald, and gold. Coral formations, illuminated by a soft, ethereal light, stretched out like underwater forests, each structure more intricate and beautiful than the last. Logan felt as though he had stepped into a dream, a hidden world that only a few were ever privileged to see.
He swam deeper, following your graceful form as you glided effortlessly through the water, your tail shimmering like a beacon guiding him onward. The deeper they went, the more the ocean revealed its secrets. Strange, luminous creatures drifted by, their bodies pulsing with light, while the distant echoes of the sea created a symphony that filled the silence.
Logan’s senses were heightened, every detail sharper and more vivid than he could have ever imagined. He could feel the gentle currents caressing his skin, the pressure of the water embracing him, the rhythm of the ocean syncing with his heartbeat.
You paused and turned to him, your eyes reflecting the wonder of this underwater world, as if inviting him to share in the magic. Logan met your gaze, a sense of awe and gratitude welling up inside him. He had been drawn into the depths, but now, instead of fear, he felt an overwhelming connection to the ocean and to you, the one who had opened this new reality to him.
And there you are standing in front of him, enchantingly beautiful. Your perky full rounded tits, your sharp shoulders, your wide hips. All of a sudden, he yearns to lay those war-fought hands upon your magnetic body.
You smirked, a playful glint in your eyes as you swam closer to him. Logan watched you, mesmerized by your every movement. When your hands gently wrapped around his neck, his breath hitched, the connection between you two deepening with every passing second. Your fingers traced upward, caressing his skin, until your thumb softly grazed his bottom lip, sending a shiver through him.
Without hesitation, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that felt like it could drown the world. The water around you seemed to still, the ocean itself holding its breath as you shared this moment. The kiss was tender yet intense, filled with the same magic that had transformed the depths into a world of wonder.
Then, as suddenly as the kiss began, the world around you shifted. The weightless sensation of the water was replaced by the solid feel of land beneath your feet. You were no longer in the ocean’s embrace but back on the shore, the waves gently lapping at the sand nearby.
Logan blinked in surprise, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his, the taste of saltwater lingering. The transition from the depths to the surface was disorienting, but the connection between you remained unbroken. You stood before him, the night air cool against your skin, your eyes still holding that knowing, playful glint.
Logan regained control of the heated moment, his instincts taking over as he flipped you onto your back, the soft sand cushioning your bare skin. Hovering above you, he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he tried to steady himself. For a brief moment, he just watched you, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
But all he saw was that damn smirk, the one that drove him wild.
"I'm not doing anything, Logan," you taunted, your voice a teasing whisper that sent a thrill down his spine. "It's your own hands that want to touch me."
You leaned upward, closing the space between you, your lips hovering just inches from his. The challenge in your eyes was unmistakable, daring him to take what he wanted, knowing full well that you had already captured his desire.
Logan growled before he roughly shove his lips against yours, pushing you back against the ground as his wandering hands begin to wonder around your body. Groping your tits roughly, earning a soft moan from you. You don't want to be useless, you let one hand find its way to his stomach before it lingers down towards the package that you're searching for.
Logan groaned once he feels your cold palm, wrapped around his raging-hard cock. He looks down to your lower body and noticed that your legs are still hidden away, your tail displayed upon him.
"You have two options, kid. Either you change them into that sexy, strong, legs of yours so I could fuck and cum deep inside your pussy. Or, I could just use your mouth and cums down your throat. Which ever do you want?"
The way Logan would touch himself to the thought of you.
He wasn't the type to touch himself and tame his starvation, not when he was that like with women but being all around you cause of the x men, and still failing at tasting you triggered it. His lust got the best outta him.
He laid on his bed, hand behind his neck, leering at the ceiling and mulling over the long day he had, then his mind spotted you that stopped all the other thoughts.
He felt a flame in his abdomen, a desire, a craving towards you and how you wouldn't even look at his way twice. The way you were so busy with your work enough to not pay attention to anything else, the way you'd crease your brows whenever he'd talk to you.
His fingers hesitantly reached his pants, unzipping it. He adjusted his position on the bed, making himself more comfortable as his first movement was to play with the tip of his cock with one hand only, not even unleashing it, just beneath his boxers.
He hadn't done this in a long while, not alone so it took a while for him to feel at ease. He'd shut his eyes, hand creating a friction alongside his twitching cock, imagining your eyes, your mouth, the way you swayed your hips, laughed, all the lewd daydreams he dared to have about you displayed infront of his closed eyes.
He felt his blood rushing to his cock, small and rare groans escaping his mouth now and then, the way he needed to free his cock as it was only growing harder against his tight boxers.
After he let his dick out, his movements become faster and harsher on his sensitive tip. He had shut his eyes, imagined the one scenerios out of the hundred he had on his mind about you, the harsher he went, the faster he moved his hand down his cock.
His groans were filling the room with the way he imagined to be balls deep inside of your warm embrace. His chest heaving unsteadily.
He took a look at his cock, imagining your mouth around it, sucking as you arched your back on the bed, he'd get a view of your ass. He'd get a fistful of your hair, gently forcing his dick down your throat as your fingers gripped his thighs.
The way he'd thrust into you right after you sucked him, the way your walls would clench around his cock, him stretching it further and further. His firm grip on your waist would be permanent as he'd place kisses on your calf cause he'd make sure to have your leg on his shoulder. The way your pussy would coat his cock with all kinds of juices, making it easy for him to move his cock deep inside you, squelching sounds driving him insaner.
The way he'd go back and forth between watching your face and the way you take him inside you.
Change of positions would be sudden, one second you'd be laying on the bed and the next second you'd arch your back as your moanings were muffled through the sheets.
He'd wanna hear them, pulling your hair as you'd whimper and moan against his touch.
Back to the reality, this would be his climax, causing him to finish in a messy way as he'd have to throw his sheets into the washing machine shamelessly.
when he is tired, logan just holds you in his arms, burying his face in your chest. he doesn't say a lot, doesn't have energy to be cocky. you understand him beyond words, silence doesn't bother either of you. when you two get to bed, its now your turn to take care of him.
Would KILL for you to open requests so I can fill it with anything and everything Logan related
Aha, I'm not too much of a request lady myself, but if you throw a few my way i'll give it a go! You guys have been such supportive angels I'd love to give it a shot for you! 💖
All I've got lined up atm is an angsty logan fic. Let's have a lil joy as an aperitif.
The one where Logan is the most feared pirate in all of the seven seas
Warnings: smut, pirate!au, age gap, angst, thought of deception, talk of “virginity”, fake sexual slavery transaction (implied), spanking as punishment (not previously discussed), implied dacryphilia, oral (f), rimming, alcohol, p in v, orgasm control
Was it luck or a curse that led me to be rescued by his hands?
That was the question that inhabited my every thought ever since that fateful evening, when his ship took over mine with the ease of a knife running through melted butter.
I’d heard about him and his ways before. I knew should our paths ever cross, there would be no other fortune for me, no other path other than to watch his will set its course, destroying whatever he wanted to cease existing.
I just always imagined I would be one of those things.
“How are you feeling this morning, princess?” The mockery from the pet name wasn’t lost to me at all, but it still made me flush all the same. I had climbed out of the room that he’d assigned to me the first night on the boat, which coincidently was the same as his.
What I hadn’t anticipated was for him to sleep on the couch while he left his bed to me. That was against everything I’ve ever thought about him, every little piece of information I’d been fed about the man, his crew or how they worked.
Should I be spared, I thought, I would be nothing but a whore to appease his hunger. And yet, the beast had given me no signs of life. I hadn’t found its claw marks or seen its teeth, just heard its peaceful snores when it laid to rest at night.
I was confused, to say the least. But I couldn’t just very well tell him that.
… well, could I? My very essence was begging me to give the man a chance, try to see him with my own two eyes, and not the thousand shadows I’d been told to look out for.
It was hard to ignore a lifetime of stories, though. The Wolverine - Captain Logan, as he was called by his peers - was more than twice my age, and had been gaining his life in the waters for just as long.
I’d grown up with the tales of his atrocities. They were told to scare rambunctious young boys who misbehaved, and to say that I was able to simply forget them would be a lie.
And still, every time he looked my way and caught me staring, that knowing smirk taking over his face as he asked me how I was doing, I knew - I just knew - there had got to be some sort of catch.
Either the stories were wrong, or he was hiding something - with what purpose, I hadn’t managed to figure out yet. I didn’t even know why he was so adamant on keeping me around.
All I knew was that he spent most of his day ignoring me, and whenever he did address me, he was nothing short of polite - sometimes even nice.
“There’s breakfast waiting for you over there.” He nodded towards a barrel, where I could make out a little packet of fabric and a bottle of something. It didn’t take me long to find out that breakfast consisted of rock hard cheese and crackers, and I was supposed to wash it all down with wine.
“Jesus…” I grumbled at the taste of the alcohol, unused to beverages as strong as this one, much less this early in the morning. By my side, I could hear someone chuckling - Scott, most likely.
“Good little girl like you, never drank wine like that, huh?” My face burned from the comment, more from the nickname than the embarrassment of not being familiar with this sort of drink, but before I could find it in me to say something about it, Captain Logan’s voice resonated across the boat, reaching us easily.
“If you’re having the time to bother the lady, it’s because you don’t have enough to work on, Scott. Should I send you to toilet duty?” The man paled before my eyes, quickly disappearing to the other side of the ship as I laughed freely at the fear I caught in his eyes.
When I turned around to look at the Captain again, he was much closer than I had anticipated. “I know it’s not much.” He nodded to the food, reminding me I should take another bite of it. “But we should be docking in a few hours. It’ll give me the opportunity to get you some fresh fruit - that should last a couple of days, at least.”
A few different thoughts ran through my head as I gulped the dry bread with the wine that was left to me. The first being that it was actually sweet of the Captain to worry about what food he was offering. As my captor, I didn’t expect him to feel bad about giving me the same he had to eat - and I knew this was what everyone ate around here.
Logan wasn’t the type of man to differentiate what he had from what his crew was offered - with the exception, of course, of his own living quarters.
But my other realization wasn’t as sweet and it definitely didn’t paint him in such a great light. His comment denounced the fact that whatever it was that he intended for me, it didn’t end with our next stop.
I would still be a prisoner on this boat - for God knows how long.
The conflict of emotions robbed me of any response. I averted my gaze and fixed it on the food, taking small bites of the bread and cheese before sipping on the wine that was left. From my peripheral vision, I noticed his body leave after a while and sighed in relief.
He made me nervous, but that much was understandable. He had plans for me and until I figured out what they included, I wouldn’t be able to feel at ease around him.
A few hours later, we were by a tropical island and I welcomed the sounds of civilization with an excited and eager heart. I knew there was little to no hope of me finding rescue here - if they were comfortable enough docking in this populated place it could only be one of the pirates havens I’d heard about back in safe land, where those who terrorized the seas kept their families safe from the navy and others who might wish them harm. They were difficult to find and so stories grew about how terrifying and dirty they must be, but now that I was here, I could see there was little truth to those stories.
The animated sound of drums could be heard from the distance. It seemed to get quicker the closer we got and when the shapes became more distinct, I saw a large group of people awaiting our approach, waving and clapping as the boat neared the shore.
“Look, Nathaniel.” I heard Logan’s voice behind me. “Your son was born.” I followed his line of sight to see a beautiful brunette woman, holding a child that couldn’t be more than four months old. She raised his tiny fist in the direction of the boat, waving it from side to side as if teaching him to say hello.
My heart warmed at the sight, and it warmed even more when I witnessed the Captain pat his man’s back as said man wiped away a tear or two.
“Time to get reacquainted to your wife.”
I don’t know what I expected to happen to me once the ship docked. I’d grown tired of trying to guess it, so I just assumed either the Captain would keep me locked in his private quarters or he’d take me with him.
I was still pleasantly surprised when he chose the former option, and even more surprised by finding that the place he had taken me to was his own house.
“Logan!” An old man greeted us when the captain opened the door to a small cabin, far smaller than anything I expected from someone who was known to steal so much gold. “You’re home. And you brought a friend with you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell his father I was more of a captive?
The sight of my captor’s almost smile stopped me, his gaze fixed on something behind the old man.
It was a little girl, and she seemed almost scared of us.
“Look, Laura,” he addressed her, nodding towards me as he took off his hat. “I brought a real-life princess for you to meet.” There was a lot to counter his words, but I was too taken back to remind him that I was in no way a royal and the smile the little girl opened up stopped me from feeling offended about his comment.
I wouldn’t mind being treated like a toy he had stolen to amuse someone if that someone was as sweet as Laura.
In the days that we spent in the island, I barely saw the captain, but I felt like I learned much more about him than I had in the month we had spent in the water.
First, I learned that the man who greeted us when we arrived, the man who took care of Laura while Logan was away, wasn’t actually his father. But he might as well be, with the scolding glances he sent the younger man’s way every time the captain did something he disapproved of.
The dinner where I let escape how it was that I ended up at the Wolverine’s boat almost ended with Charles sending the most feared pirate in all of the seven sea’s back to his room without eating. I wasn’t so sure Logan would go without a fight, but he seemed to respect the old man - in his own way.
Then, I learned about his relationship with the girl. She wasn’t actually his blood daughter - at least, they didn’t know it for sure. All they knew was that one morning, they woke up to find the little baby in a basket, left in front of their house.
“We took her in without thinking twice about it,” Charles confessed to me over steaming mugs of coffee, one morning while Laura played at a distance. “We assumed that some girl concluded being raised by the Wolverine would be the best option for their child. But to be honest, I see too much of Logan in her not to think she’s most likely the fruit of one of his nights of passion.”
I tried not to show how affected the thought of the captain quenching his thirst with a random woman made me. It wasn’t jealousy that it sparked, of course. I had no authority over the man to feel that way.
It was more along the lines of… interest? Obviously, I didn’t know what he was doing now that we were in this island and he spent most of the day (and the better part of the evening) out, but I found myself disappointed at the prospect of him looking for his relief in someone else, as absurd as it was.
Apart from kidnapping me and keeping me close, he had never shown me any particular interest. Certainly, not in the sexual sense, so I had no idea where that disappointment came from.
Perhaps I was more attracted to him that I allowed myself to believe.
My days on the island were spent with Laura, for the most part. Albeit quiet in the beginning, she was actually loud and opinionated once she warmed up to me.
She reminded me a lot of her father.
“Open wide, Laura,” I fed her lunch one day, even though she was probably too old for this. It was how I got her to actually sit still and eat, and so she munched happily while I waited to feed her another bite.
“Hello.” I looked over my shoulder, body instinctively straightening up upon hearing Logan’s voice. “May I join you?” He pointed towards the table, and I shyly nodded, wiping my hands on the simple cotton dress Charles had somehow found for me to wear.
It was silent for a while. Just the sounds of Laura eating, her curious little eyes darting from her father to me and back to Logan again, interrupted by the scratching of the fork against the plate I was feeding her from.
At long last, the meal was finished and she was out of the table in a rush, excited to go play like I told her she could do once she was finished.
“Are you busy?” Logan’s voice sounded almost soft when he asked me, interrupting my observation of his daughter’s running to look him in the eyes. I wanted to chuckle and ask him what could possibly occupy me in this place that I didn’t know, but instead, I just shook my head, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Walk with me?”
We ventured out into the woods at the back of his house, where the rest of the village could be seen from a distance. Since his place stood in the tallest point of the island, it made sense that he was seen as some sort of guardian or protector to his people.
“How are you finding the island?” He asked, hands behind his back as he kept his stare straight ahead, but I knew better. I knew he was analyzing me, if not for the incredibly cunning man he was, at least because his gaze set heavy on me, even if it was from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m enjoying my time here,” I admitted. “It’s warm. The people are nice.” He hummed in response, and we kept walking in relative silence until I interrupted it with my curiosity, “Are you going to leave me here?” I asked, finally chancing a glance up at him. “Taking care of Laura?”
I realized what his answer would be before he voiced it, in the way he stopped walking and turned to stare at me with the shadow of a smile on his face.
“No,” he revealed, sounding amused by my question. “I didn’t take you from that ship for you to become some sort of nanny to my kid.” I tried to ignore how hearing him refer to Laura as ‘his kid’ set free a thousand little butterflies in my belly.
I had something more pressing to focus on.
“Why did you take me then?” I pressed, only to be answered with a mysterious smirk as he turned back towards the house.
“C’mon,” he called. “Charles must have tea ready by now.”
Another two days found us back in the ship, and a week later, close to another island - only this time, we couldn’t dock our ship there. “We’re going in,” Logan informed me once night had fallen, gaze fixated on the thousand little lights that sparkled from a distance. “You stay here, it’s going to be too dangerous.”
They left in a small boat and I was left to worry about their destinies and my own if they were to never come back. What would become of me? Should I jump on the waters and risk my own fate?
Thankfully, the hours passed by and they arrived when the night became darkest - and coldest. It was so cold in fact that I had wrapped myself in a few blankets and sat on a barrel while I waited for them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on the process.
“What happened?” I woke up with a startle, confused by the excited whispers and the sound of movement as everyone set out to put the ship in motion around me.
“We’ve made it back with what we wanted to get,” Scott informed, a toothy grin on his face. “Now we have to leave before they realize we were even there at all.”
Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and nodded, the information taking its sweet time to make sense to me. But then I instinctively searched for that familiar, tall figure and when I couldn’t locate it, the panic became evident in my face.
“He’s in his room,” Scott smiled, already knowing what it was about and so I took off in that direction, as his room was the one we shared. I didn’t think to knock for that precise reason, but I realized my error the second I burst through the door to find him half-naked, sat on the bed where I usually slept.
“Oh,” I exclaimed, embarrassed but for some reason, unable to tear my eyes from the expanse of his back. “I’m sorry.” My voice was small as I apologized and remained right there. He looked over his shoulder at me and chuckled before returning his attention to something in his hands.
“You really should learn how to knock.” I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn’t help but notice the roughness in his already rough voice. He sounded different, and that’s when I realized he was bandaging himself.
“You’re hurt,” I said it, but he didn’t bother to confirm. I stood by the door for a couple more seconds fighting with my heart and my reason, until one of them won and I locked it behind me. “Let me help.”
I knelt in front of him, taking the bandage from his hand and gently pushing him back so I could see the wound better. It was dirty but it didn’t seem to be too deep.
Wetting a cloth I found nearby in one of the bowls we kept at the corner of the room, I gently dabbed the fabric on his skin, trying to clean him as best as I could.
He didn’t hiss. He didn’t even move, and when I looked up after I was done taking care of it, it was to find him staring at me with something I didn’t understand in his deep brown eyes.
“I don’t think you understand just how needy you are…” He whispered, huge palm suddenly enveloping the side of my face so he could stroke my cheek with his thumb.
The way he looked at me sparked a new sentiment inside my belly, warming me up despite the cold of the evening. “But I do,” he proceeded, voice still low for we were so close, there was no need to speak at a regular volume at all.
“It’s only a matter of time until you break,” he informed me, “and I’ll be right here when when that happens.”
When he left me to get ready for the night, it became clear that although I still didn’t understand why he wanted me, I now knew that he did - and what he wanted me for.
My theory was tested some two weeks later, when we docked on yet another island, only this one seemed completely inhabited. “You’re coming with me this time,” he said it like it was no big deal, not even looking at me as he took in the landscape we’d be exploring in a few hours. “Better get ready.”
I didn’t even know what I was supposed to get ready for, but I tried to calm my nerves, telling myself repeatedly that the Wolverine had yet to do anything to put my life at risk. It made no sense he would start it now.
And so I followed Logan to the island, and from there his men separated from us. Most took a trail by East while the Captain directed me towards some caves further West, not too far from where we had docked.
I had a million questions I wanted to ask him, not all of them related to what we were doing at that moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to voice them. It was clear he was on a rush too, with the way he didn’t slow down his footsteps to walk by my side, so I just struggled to keep up with his speed as we shortened the distance until we were about to get into the cave.
“I need you to promise me you’ll be completely quiet, and that you’ll do whatever I tell you to do.” It was the first time he had spoken to me after we left the ship, and all I could do was nod, accepting the hand he had offered me as he lit up the lantern he had taken with him so we could see our path into the cavern.
Once inside, it was mostly silent, with the eventual sound of water running, although I couldn’t see where it was coming from. I knew it was there, though - the air was humid, while still remaining scorching hot.
We walked for what could have been hours or minutes. I didn’t know and like I’d promised, I didn’t ask. Finally, we seemed to approach the center of the cave, and much to my surprise, there was bright light coming from there, forcing me to readjust my gaze.
“The great Wolverine.” There were at least three guys, all of them heavily armed, none of them innocent looking. In fact, they were almost as threatening as Logan, especially now that I knew how caring the Captain could be. “We thought you wouldn’t come.”
Logan shrugged, but kept me in front of his body, back pressed to his chest. “I said I’d be here. Here I am.” The men nodded, eyes settled on me. I watched one of them lick his lips, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.
“And you brought the agreed wager.” It took me a while to process that said wager was me. It only made sense when I saw one of the guys lick his lips at the sight of me, his eyes drinking me in.
“Yes,” Logan confirmed it, and it was like a sword driven straight through my heart. “You asked for virgin blood, here it is.” I didn’t have the opportunity to wonder how he knew. I supposed to him, it must have been obvious, from the time he had spent with me.
“This is why you wanted me…” The realization fell from my lips in a whisper, but it was still louder than he wanted me to be. His hand covered my lips as I suffocated on a sob that threatened to escape me.
Why did it hurt so much?
“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing me tighter against his front. I felt him, hard and long against my back. I felt him, and it made me feel warm. It made me clench around nothing, an unfamiliar reaction that only had me more confused and frustrated.
So gathering all of the strength and courage I had left in me, I shoved myself away from him and took off running. “What are you doing?” I heard him roar just as the men I was trying to leave behind surged in my direction.
“Fuck.” That’s the last word I head from him before his men took over the cave, slipping from crevices I hadn’t noticed before, easily surrounding the three strangers who had been out for my blood. “Kill them,’ he ordered, and I didn’t bother looking back when I knew he was close enough to reach for me even before his hand pulled me by the back of my dress and he very easily threw me over his shoulder.
The time it took for him to retrace the path we had taken into the cave was enough for me to realize what his plan had been all along - and I was the one who ruined it. Had I just remained quiet, his crew would have been able to overpower the creeps back there quickly after Logan had obtained whatever it was that he had wanted from the men who were most likely already dead by now.
His silence as we met everyone by the shore and got back to the ship was telling. I didn’t need to notice his clenched jaw to know it, and I knew I was wrong. I knew it. But the treacherous root of doubt had already planted itself in my mind, and now there was no way to kill it other than to confront it straight on.
I ran towards my sleeping quarters the second we laid foot on the ship again, but I wasn’t quick enough to escape him. Where even could I go?
“Why do you want me?” I yelled once his familiar threatening frame slipped through the door. “Why are you keeping me here?”
Logan took off his coat with a nerve-wrecking calmness, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before assuming a seat by the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” he ordered, voice cold and detached, but when I took too long to follow his command, he barked, “Now!” The second I was close enough for him to touch, he pulled me with enough force to have me tripping over his feet, but he was right there to catch me, gripping my tumbling figure to manhandle me into leaning over one of his legs.
“You asked for this,” he growled as he pulled the skirt of my dress until it reached my head, exposing my ass to him. I barely had the time to protest before his hand was on it, spanking it so hard it startled me, making me jolt.
But Logan wouldn’t let me get away. He held me right there, laying spank after spank on my sore skin while I could hear his men outside, going about their activities as if nothing was wrong in the world.
“I told you to follow my orders,” he continued, voice gruff as if this pained him more than me. “You told me you’d follow my orders.”
By now, I was full on sobbing, the anxiety of the day, the confusion over what was happening way too much for me to know how to process.
“Stop making those fucking sounds,” he roared, and the spank that followed was even harder then the ones before. I thought he’d never stop laying them on me, but eventually, the slaps ceased, and it was just the sounds of my whimpers and his bated breath in the tiny room.
All at once, I was thrown in bed, and he avoided my gaze as he went back where he had come from. “You can have the room for the night,” was all he said before he disappeared.
‘The night’ ended up becoming three consecutive evenings. I didn’t know where he slept. I didn’t even leave the room in those days, too mortified over what had happened, guilt eating me alive for having ruined his obviously well-thought out plan and even more so for doubting his character.
It also didn’t help that after he was gone, I was left with an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs, my undergarments ruined to the point I had to get rid of them altogether.
I couldn’t sleep that night. And not only because of the emotions I could identify, but because of this one I couldn’t name, the one that brought fire to my lungs and left me restless in bed.
Every day I’d hear soft knocks by the door and when I opened it, a plate of food was to be found by the stairs leading to my room. No one was ever there to greet me, and I preferred it that way. I didn’t know how the rest of the boys were feeling about me, but I suspected not very excited, considering the ruined plan.
At the fourth day, I finally gathered enough courage to leave the room and meet everyone once more, finding them occupied with their usual tasks and not at all bothered by my presence, almost as if they hadn’t even noticed my absence.
“Oh, hey, miss!” Scott greeted me, and it was the only sign I got that I hadn’t just dreamed the entire thing. “There’s food over there, if you want to grab something.”
Over there ended up being close to the Captain, and I felt my heartbeat speed up with each step I took in his direction. But he never even turned towards me, too focused staring into the distance, as if trying to figure out something no one else could see.
I thought about reaching out and talking to him. I really did. But I was too much of a coward. So I gathered my food and returned to my room once more, from where I only left when night had fallen and the boy’s drunken singing could be heard even through the walls of the room.
I didn’t want to miss on this experience. Seeing them falling all over themselves, slurring through well-known songs never failed to make me giggle, and Lord, did I need something to make me laugh.
So I managed to sneak out without being noticed, or so I thought. Remaining in the shadows, I watched them making fun of each other until there were tears falling from the corner of my eyes from the lack of proper breathing, and once my tummy hurt from laughing too hard, I decided it was time to go back to my cave.
I just hadn’t anticipated it would be occupied. “You really should stop drinking so much,” I admonished as soothingly as possible when I heard his grunt as he struggled to lower himself to the bed. I figured it was because of alcohol, hence my choice of words, but when he tried to turn around to check on me and couldn’t turn his body, I realized that wasn’t the case.
“It’s the only thing that helps ease the pain,” he tried to joke, but ended up coughing and then groaning in pain again. I approached him without even realizing, hand reaching out to touch his torso and verify it for myself.
“You were hurt,” I whispered. “Because of me,” I didn’t add. We both knew that had been the case. He could see the guilt in my eyes, of that I was certain. It was the reason for his weak, pensive smile.
“I just came in here to grab some oils,” he explained, showing me the items he’d procured from the trunk by the side of the bed while I was away. “I’ll be out of your way.”
I curled my fingers around his wrist, silently asking him to hang on a little while longer. “Isn’t… Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”
The silence that followed was heavy, but not heavier than the look he set on me. It made me shiver long before he cradled my face, thumbs running over my cheekbones as he asked, “Would you let me taste you?”
Frowning, I licked my lips before asking for clarification. “What do you mean?” His little smile had my heart threatening to jump out of my chest, and when he told me to follow him, I already knew I would.
“Pull on my hair,” he commanded me as he laid me down on the bed and knelt before me, firm hands running up my thighs and before I could protest, he had me spread open, undergarments torn off as he delved right between my legs and kissed me where I was wet and wanting.
He didn’t hold back, eating at my most intimate place with a hunger I hadn’t known men were capable of, but then again, wasn’t the Wolverine often compared to an animal? This was the first time he let me see this side of him.
His hands slipped down my backside and he was rough as he grabbed it, used it to tilt me up so he could more easily devour me. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the morning. I didn’t care.
It felt too good to care.
I had no idea something could feel this good.
He kept lapping at my exposed core, drinking in the wetness that flourished the more he explored, and I might have started screaming, but I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his tongue.
But then that tongue slipped further down, finding my backside - and this time I did scream, in surprise, before that sound became another extremely loud moan, one I was sure the men outside would have heard if not for the festivities currently taking place.
All at once, my sight was taken over by a blinding white light, and a rush of bliss I’d never felt before washed through me, leaving my body to slump against the bed once he let me go, getting up to his feet in seconds, like he had never even been there at all.
“If you ever want to take this any further,” he spoke after he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know where to find me.”
I didn’t even know how I heard him over the sound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
I couldn’t be alone with him the days that followed. He made me dizzy, his presence elicited such a poignant, physical reaction in me I had to resort to alcohol to be able to pursue what I knew I wanted.
“I want you,” I slurred at the first festivity following the one where he’d knelt before me. “Right now. Please.” I was biting my lip, barely able to stand as he stared down at me with those deep brown eyes of his.
I thought he would do it. I was honestly prepared for it, when he took me in his arms and then into his room. But much to my surprise, when he deposited me on the bed where I laid every night - the same one where he had tasted me - he didn’t follow me into it.
“I can’t do this to you,” he informed me, having knelt by the bed again, only this time, his hands only ventured to my cheeks, cradling them. “Not when you’re drunk.”
Conflicting emotions had me deflating before him. While I was disappointed to hear he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I felt comforted in the fact that he did want me.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he went on to reassure me, “But I won’t take advantage of this situation.” I averted my gaze, not able to deal with the intensity of his feelings, and my own.
Insecurity got the best of me, so I felt like the best thing to do was to voice, “So you do want me?” I had the wine I’d drank earlier tonight to thank for the courage to say it, and I was glad that I did it, because the smile he gave me had my heart skipping a beat.
“You have no idea how much.” He let the words settle for a few seconds, watching me accept them, only to proceed, “But I want you to want me as much as I want you when you’re sober.”
And right then I knew. I just knew. No man would ever treat me better than Captain Logan, the most feared pirate in all seven seas.
And I wanted him.
The days that followed were days of reflection. He let me do that without any interference, although I constantly felt his gaze, settled heavily on me.
I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he was there, watching over me. I liked the reminder of his desire, validating mine, albeit silently. And in that silence, I meditated. I took in everything we had lived together - every adventure, every little moment, and I realized that Logan was a man of very few words - but I knew that already.
What I hadn’t stopped to consider was that because he was the silent type, he had other ways to show me that he cared, ways that had eluded me until that night when he got on his knees and explored me with his lips.
He wasn’t a romantic by any traditional means, but then again - what about Captain Logan could be considered traditional?
It took me a while. Three nights, precisely. His men were already celebrating something else when I approached him at last, feeling brave with the moonlight that illuminated us both.
Heart beating fast, I admitted, “I still want you.” And it was an understatement.
I was aching with arousal, desperate for him. And when his eyes met mine, dark as they were, I could see he felt the same way.
No one noticed us as he swept me away, back to the room I’d come to think of as ours. Yet tonight would be the first time we’d lay in bed together.
“Goddamn,” he cursed once he had undressed me and I was resting against the rough sheets, not feeling tempted to cover me in the slightest thanks to the fire of lust I could see in his dark hues. “You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”
My breath got stuck in my throat as I watched him get rid of his shirt, and then climb on the bed and settle between my legs. A wave of desire took over me, prompting me to reach for the member between our bodies, but before I could reach it, his hands captured mine and he held my wrists together in one of his.
“Hold on,” he said. “Let me play with this pretty pussy first.” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard someone speak in such language, and it frightened me how much it didn’t frighten me.
If anything, it only fed the flames of passion burning deep inside of me. I found myself growing wetter between the legs, and once his rough digits swiped along my slit, gathering the slick threatening to spill from there, I knew we would both eventually drown in all of the wetness that was continuously coming out of me.
“Fuck,” he cursed once his fingers slipped in and I had to bite my lip not to scream. It hurt - he was so thick, but I knew the thickness of his digits was nothing compared to the member between his legs.
So I was prepared for it when it began stretching me. I’d never felt anything quite like it before - the weight of his cock being impaled in me, settling so deep inside my body that I was sure I’d never be able to remember how it felt not to be owned by him afterwards.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, rough hands softly caressing my sides as he nibbled on my earlobe, trying to distract me, but I didn’t need it. Even if it hurt, I was relishing in the entire experience, how it felt to be underneath this gigantic man, completely exposed to his desires. “You’re okay…”
The moan I let out in response had him grinning. “Does it feel good?” I could only nod. A growl was my response, as his movements sped up, tearing a gasp from my lips.
“Mine,” he unnecessarily roared since I already knew it. I’d be his even if he didn’t want me. “All mine.” My moans became screams as his hands went over my head, holding himself up against the wooden wall of the ship while mine went around his torso, nails digging on his back.
“Hold it!” He ordered, now ramming into me while I tried very hard to obey him. He could probably see my desperation in my eyes, because he pressed, “I held back for so long, you can hold it a little while longer.”
One of his hands traveled down my body until it reached the place where we were connected, and when his thumb pressed on the button he had so eagerly caressed with his tongue the other evening, I knew I was about to disobey him.
“Keep singing for me,” he coaxed, as a tear ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes to relish in bliss. “Fuck, yes!” I heard him groan, a few harder, more punishing thrusts against that spot inside of me before he pressed himself in as far as he could go, fingers tightly holding my hips. “I love your fucking moans.”
The next morning, I woke up still feeling peaceful, even though I couldn’t remember just why. Stretching on the bed, I only realized something was wrong when my fingers brushed against the spot right next to me, finding it empty but still warm.
That’s when the night before came back to me, all at once. How I’d gone after what I wanted. How it felt to get it. How blissful it was to reach that high in Logan’s arms. But now that I was awake in the light of morning and he was nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but feel cold and empty, scared he would ignore me and the moment we had shared when the moon was still high in the sky.
I dressed myself up slowly, keeping tab of every single bruise on my body. I knew there was a chance they would be my only physical evidence of the night before, even though I hoped it wouldn’t be the case.
He’d spent the night by my side, at least. That much I was sure of. And it was closely clinging to that very weak argument that I opened the door to the deck, finding it already buzzing with men running around, performing their tasks for the day.
It wasn’t hard to find the Captain. He was standing on the other side of the ship, eyebrows furrowed as he talked to Scott about something that seemed important. I was almost tempted to go back to hide my room when he caught sight of me, head turning to meet my eyes and the widest grin I’d ever seen opening up on his face.
“Go away, Scott,” he ordered. “Let me kiss my woman.” I didn’t even have the time to sit on the shock his words provoked me, because in a second he’d crossed the distance between us and took me in his arms, lips meeting mine hungrily - as if we hadn’t spent the entire evening memorizing each other’s tastes.
“How did you sleep, princess?” He asked once he released me, and all I could do was smile, and answer him honestly.
Summary: The fight Finn started is finely happening.
previous chapters: part 1-part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5
comments are always appreciated.
Clarke watched (Y/N), and Lexa interacted with Madi from the corner of her eyes. She knew that the people from Camp Jaha would be shocked when they saw them interact with their daughter. Luckily they were far enough out of the side for the Sky people not to see them immediately.
Clarke knew most viewed Lexa as a cold-hearted murderer when in reality, she was so compassioned it would break her someday. (Y/N) and Clarke did everything in their power to help her cope with being a leader.
However, everybody's attention was drawn when a tiny voice cut through the air. Seeing Madi tear over the field.
"Mommy, mommy!" all of The 100 look at Clarke funny when she bends one knee and opens her arms. Madi barreled into her at full speed and nearly knocked her mother to the ground.
"Hey, sweetheart. Coming to join me to watch the match?" Clarke asked. Madi nodded vigorously, and she pulled away to look her daughter in the eyes to get her point across.
"did they talk to you about sneaking away again?" Clarke razed one eyebrow. Madi snuggled her face into Clarke's neck and mumbled a 'yes, mommy."
"We just worry about you, little one." Clarke kissed the side of her daughter's head to reassure her that she wasn't mad. Only after Madi relaxed in her arms did she turn around and look at the group who was looking at her in shock.
"guy, I like you to meet Madi, my daughter. Madi, do you want to say hi to mommy?" Madi looked up from where she was buried in Clarke's neck and gave a little wave but otherwise stayed quiet. Madi had heard Anya and her mama talk about the sky people and didn't know if she liked them just yet.
"Wow, wow, stop it right there, princess! Did you just say, daughter?" Raven stood a little perplexed, watching the girl in her best friend's arms. She looked nothing like her friend with her dark brown hair and eyes with a mic colour, and the little girl did look quite comfortable in her friend's arms.
"Clarke?" Abby stood frozen by chock. She didn't know how to feel. She hadn't seen her daughter in five years, and somewhere in that time, her little girl had a girl of her own. Abby couldn't quite believe her eyes, yet Clarke stood in front of her with her daughter in her arms.
"yes, Raven, she did." Clarke had a warm smile when she looked down at Madi.
When Abby was finally able to move, she walked closer to her daughter.
"Clarke?" Abby's voice wavered a bit when she spoke, and Clarke turned toward her mother with a guarded look in her eyes.
"mom, I like you to meet Madi Griffin." At her last name being called, Madi perked up, and she gave Abby a shy smile.
"hey Madi, My name is Abby. Nice to meet you." Abby had unshed tears in her eyes, but Clarke didn't say anything about it. Madi again gave a little wave.
"How old is she?" Abby, though she wasn't older than five but wasn't sure. Clarke was happy her mother was taking it so well, and she only hoped she would take it well when she met her other parents.
"Madi, baby, you want to show them how old you are?" Clarke hoisted her daughter a little higher, so she was audible when she spoke.
"three!" to empties the number, she razed three fingers and showed them to everybody. Nobody could deny it wasn't cute to see the little girl so enthusiastic.
The crowd's attention was drawn when Lexa stepped onto the field, dressed in full Heda arteria. Everybody seemed to follow her every move when she addressed the people.
"Can I have everybody's attention, please!" Lexa didn't have to shoat to reach everybody, and her voice naturally demanded attention.
"We have come here together today to restore the bond between the two clans. A bond that has been broken for too long." She let her words linger in the air for a second before continuing.
"The Trikru have prepared a feast a singe of our goodwill to let this peace offering last. In line to forming that bond, two warriors have agreed to face one another in a fair battle of skill." Another pause to let everybody prepare.
"Warriors, step forward!" Lexa's voice held a lot more authority with those last words. Finn stepped forward with a big smirk on his face. While patted on the back by all his followers. Followed by a couple of cheers from the Skaikru.
Clarke was confused when she saw you walk onto the field wearing the same armour you did when you entered camp Jaha. She thought you would have changed by now, which only confirmed that you were plotting something.
"Mama! I know, win!" Madi shouted when she saw (Y/N) walk onto the field. Clarke could particularly feel the eyes burning into the back of her head.
"not now. Everything will become clear tonight." She didn't look back but knew it was mainly her mother and Raven glaring at her.
"Warriors come closer to show one another the respect of a fair fight." Lexa sounded stern. You knew she didn't want to see any unnecessary bloodshed. Fine, for you weren't planning on killing the idiot, not jet at least.
You and Finn met in the middle of the ring. Lexa was standing between the two of you as the ruler of the match.
"No guns. You can only use the weapons that are scattered around the field. No other person can help in the fight and last. No killing." You and Finn kept staring at one another when Lexa stepped back to the side of the field.
You were waiting for him to make the first move, taking in his fighting stance. Feet slightly ajar, hands in a classic boxing stance. Your posture was relaxed, your hand beside you.
When he saw you didn't immediately charge at him, his eyes darted around the field, his gaze landing on a spear sticking out of the ground a couple of feet behind you, hoping you hadn't seen it jet. Silly boy. Also scattered around the field were a couple of swords, another spear, and a battle-axe.
Finn shadowed and punched you before he dove for the spear behind you. Circling, he pointed the spear at you, not noticing the fake reaction you gave him.
Clarke watched as (Y/N) razed her hand in a defensive gesture, eyeing Finn wearily. She had to chuckle at how much her lover pretended to struggle.
"it looks like she let that one slip through her hands. I would have immediately grabbed the swords, and her posture has nothing but openings." Bellamy was boasting his commentary as he would rather have been the one fighting (Y/N). she didn't react, just watched, knowing what would happen eventually.
(Y/N) liked to study her opponent, learn their every move and have a counter for them instantly. It seemed like it was engraved in her brain how she was supposed to fight.
Finn charged with a load battle cry, the spear pointed forward. (Y/N) stumbled back, the spear piercing the ground inches from where she was standing previously. Finn started a series of fierce attacks that (Y/N) only seemed able to dodge by mere seconds. The longer this went on, the more Skaikru began to cheer on Finn, thinking he could win this battle. Bellamy, in the meantime, couldn't stop thinking about how terrible (Y/N) was and how low Lexa must have fallen to let someone like 'that' in her ranks.
While the Skaikru were starting to get rowdier, the grounder were almost silent. There was a sense of anticipation in the air. Knowing they're General very well and understanding how this battle would end.
"Mommy, is mama alright?" Madi looked at Clarke with big doe eyes. Clarke looked down at her with a reassuring smile.
"has mama ever lost a fight?" she asked back. Madi vigorously shook her head, returning her eyes to the fight. The fight went on her o a couple more minutes in what almost seemed like a dance. Suddenly Finn lashed out with his spear and stabbed (Y/N) in the right shoulder, blood spurred from the wound. In the same motion, Finn also punched her in the jaw.
(Y/N) fell back to the ground, eyes closed, and a spear lodged into her shoulder. Blood oozed from the wound and formed a puddle on the floor. After a second of (Y/N) not responding, Finn threw his hands up in the air and let out a loud victorious cry. This spurred the Skaikru to start sheering and shouting in what seemed to be the boy's victory.
"guess she couldn't put her money where her mouth was." Bellamy taunted. Clarke just had eyes for her daughter, who looked at he mama with wide defeated eyes. This would be the first time she saw her bleed.
"mama! Mama, get up!" Madi started to squirm in Clarke's hold. The blond had to use all her power to not drop the girl.
"Stik won. Calm down. Mama is okay" Clarke tried to silence her daughter, who seemed to get more distressed by the second
"Clarke, please, she is bleeding out on the floor like a pig and hasn't moved jet." Clarke could only glare at Bellamy, and did he want to make Madi cry.
After a minute or so, the shouting died, and silent laughter could be heard, and it sounded so out of place everybody went silent. Only then anybody could tell the laughter came from the body on the floor.
In one fluent motion (Y/N) jumped back on her feet. Nothing on her face showed she was in pain from the spear still lodged in her shoulder.
"that the best you can do?" you asked, a little smirk on your face.
"my grandmother could hit harder than that." The shock going through the crowd was amusing, and the first out of her surprise was the Latina next to Clarke.
"burn!" the grounders around the field started laughing and hollering ad their General's behaviour. You could just feel Clarke glare at you, Lexa too, and Finn swiftly turned around and glared at you.
"big words for someone bleed like a pig." Finn proclaimed. Instead of tacking his words to heart, you just started laughing.
"this?" you pointed to your wounded shoulder.
"This is nothing. If that is best you can do, the real match will be over rater quickly." All the Skaikru looked confused, and the grounders just continued laughing.
"What are you talking about? I just beat your ass." Finn started busting out his chest like he was the top dog or something. You had to laugh harder at this.
"Please, that wasn't the fight, and that was just the warm-up." To show how serious you were, you grabbed the spear and, without flinching, ripped it out of your shoulder and stabbed it back into the ground.
A gasp went through the Skaikru part of the crowd. Before everybody's eyes, the wound just made minutes ago closed for closed as if nothing had happened. A lot of The 100 jaws had dropped, Bellamy finally shut up, and Finn instinctively took a step back.
"what are you?" as your smile changed, it became more predatory. You rolled your shoulder back and towered over the boy.
"Ready for the real fight." You ignored his question and didn't wait for him to answer as you advanced on him quickly. In short series of movements, you hit him in the right shoulder, two in the chest and one in the stomach. It wasn't hard blows by your standards, but he doubled over. When her realized you didn't leave any openings in your own defence, he started throwing up his.
He tried to fight back, but every move you made seemed to be instantly deflected by you and met with an even harder blow in his weak spots. This seemed to make him Angier by the minute.
Clarke watched Madi's face lit up as she started cheering you on again like the first part of the match never happened. She could see that (Y/N) was treating this as one of her training sessions and still not fighting at her full potential.
"Griffin, you have a lot of explaining to do." Octavia came to stand next to Clarke, pushing her brother to the side. Clarke looked at her friend with an innocent expression.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Bullshit!" Raven called out, coming to stand to her other side, and Clarke gave her a subtle glare.
"language!" Raven did look sheepish at Madi. Lucky for her, the little girl was too invested in watching her mama fight.
"What is your General? Her shoulder shouldn't have healed like that, "Octavia cut in, preventing Raven from cursing again. Before she could respond, Finn let out a frustrated scream.
"I have had enough of it, and this will end right now." Everybody froze when Finn pulled out a gun from his trousers and aimed it at (Y/N). All grounders tensed, mothers pulled children behind them, and men were ready to charge. Even the Skaikru wasn't sure what would happen.
"what is the idiot doing," Clarke muttered under her breath. She could see your posture change and stiffen. Ready to react at any tiny movement Finn made. Things could go south very quickly. If (Y/N) only had the slightest feeling she, Lexa or Madi was in danger, all bets were off, and people would see what she truly could do.
Instead of getting as much distance between them as normal people would. (Y/N) advanced on Finn until she was face to face with him. Even though Finn was holding the gun, he was shaking like a leave.
"Are you this much of a coward that you would bring a gun to a fistfight?" Your voice had changed with how much rage she was holding in. Finn was trying to lift the gun and aim it at your face but couldn't even lift it past her chest.
"for you, I hope you aim that gun at me because if I even suspect it is aimed at anybody ells. I am ripping your head off your shoulders." your's eyes had gone cold, not holding any amusement she was feeling moments before. She wouldn't let any of her family get hurt.
