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imagine reader being in rogue’s places in the scene which logan stabs her accidentally

The shock in your voice when you whimper his name has Logan’s eyes snapping open.

“Fuck,” he isn’t sure what to do with his hands. Should he leave his claws out, should he retract them?

He doesn’t know what to do and the moment you cough and blood sputters out of your mouth he feels his heart rate skyrocket.

You can’t die. Not because of him. He can’t kill you.

“It’s okay baby,” there’s blood pooling in the corner of your mouth and Logan wants to curse, he also wants to grab you and hold you close but shifting the claws inside of you scared him more.

His brain can’t comprehend what he’s done.

“It’s not fucking okay!” He swears, but then your hand reaches to his face and he feels it. “I stabbed you.”

“It’s okay Lo, just breathe.” And breathe he does. Every breath he takes helps calm him down as you murmur under your breath and a pink glow takes over the room.

Logan watches as your skin repairs itself, his claws retracting slowing. When you’re all healed up, you slump into him with a ragged breath.

The blood in your mouth doesn’t get reabsorbed in your body so when the wound is closed, Logan wipes it away with a shaking hand.

“I’m okay,” you murmur, eyes tired all of a sudden. “I’m okay.”

He nods, tears pricking his eyes as he presses his forehead to your collarbone. “I’m sorry bub, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Your hand touches his hair, “It was an accident. It’s all okay.”

Logan kisses any bit of skin he can reach, holding you like a piece of fine china as he lays you down on the bed.

“Maybe I should go back to my room tonight, yeah?” He says roughly, eyes not leaving the part of your torso where his claws had been.

“No, want you to stay.” You yawn, your body more tired now that you’d used your powers to close such a large wound. “Please, Logan?”

He sighs, resigned to giving you what you want for now at least. “Just till you fall asleep, bub.”

You nod, knowing this is the best he can do right now. “Okay,” you turn into him the moment he’s on the bed again, head on his chest as his arms circle your back. “Love you, Logan.”

He presses his lips to your hairline. “I love you too bub, get some sleep.”

How do you think Scott would react to seeing hickies on his sister because of Logan?

“What the fuck is that on your neck?” Scott’s hand flies to your chin, turning your face to the side to expose the reddish purple bruise on your neck.

Honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing for your brother to yell like that and make a scene just as you were coming out to breakfast, but all you can do now is pull your face away from him and shrug.

“If I have to explain what a hickey is to you Scotty, that might be a bit odd.”

He rolls his eyes, passing you a bowl of porridge and a bowl of bananas all cut up.

You both always have breakfast together, a little nod to your life at home where you and Scott would always eat at least one meal together.

“Okay smart ass,” you smile and sit at the table. “You could’ve covered it up. It’s weird seeing you with them when I know Logan’s the one dishing them out.”

You roll your eyes as you eat. “And it’s not weird seeing you covered with them from Jean?”

Scott’s cheeks redden as he drinks some of his coffee.

“Where is the brute anyways?” He asks and you smile bashfully. Scott sees you younger than you are for a moment as he looks at you.

“Asleep, though probably not for much longer.” Scott tilts his head. “You know, you’re sort of a shitty friend Scotty. His nightmares rouse him all the time.”

Scott nods, sympathy warning him. It’s gone the moment Logan comes stomping into the sunroom and drops himself beside you with a sloppy kiss to the hinge of your jaw.

“Disgusting.” He’s only teasing to piss Logan off.

“Did you shit the bed this morning? Your attitude stinks.” Logan grumbles, stealing a bit of your fruit as he lets himself lean on you to wake up.

“Or maybe it’s because you’ve left a bruise the size of a golfball on my sister’s neck.”

Logan only groans, “Ever the prude. Sorry to disturb your virgin eyes.”

You smack Logan on his chest with a small smile, Scott smiles despite himself- happy that you’re happy.

“Behave. S’too early for you both to try biting each other’s head off.” Logan kisses your shoulder in apology, taking a sip of your tea with a sigh as he fully lets himself wake up.

ASDFGHJKL i can’t function with these Logan x Scott’s sister imagines, they’re so good. Maybe one about how Scott didn’t like your relationship until he saw how Logan takes care of you (in the field or domestic type shit, take your pick)

Scott scowls where he looks at you and Logan from a seat on the far end of the living room.

You’d been dating Logan for a month and a half and Scott can’t seem to get over it. You’re his baby sister and you’re dating a man more than two hundred years old.

He watches you and Logan behind his rose coloured glasses.

You’re falling asleep in his side, eyes hazy and a little bloodshot as you try to keep yourself awake.

“I’m not.” You murmur, voice not holding half as much conviction as you wanted it to. Instead, your voice trails off into a whisper and then a yawn and you bury your face in Logan’s bicep.

“Yeah sure, I believe you bub.” Logan scoops you up and arranges you in his lap; your body sags like it’s wanted to all afternoon.

Scott watches a bit in awe as Logan’s movements remain slow and gentle as he runs his fingers up and down the slope of your nose. “You’re like a fucking cat.” Logan murmurs making you smile.

“Logan,” you blink up at him slow and owlish. You can’t seem to focus on anything as it takes you a minute to speak again. “Cold.”

Scott watches Logan laugh, “Wanna get to bed then? I can tuck you in under your mountain of blankets.” Logan’s hand moves to your cheek, rubbing the apple of it as you think over his words.

Scott finds it a bit mind-boggling the way Logan’s voice softens, an ease in it he hasn’t heard in years and his scowl softens completely when you nod and wrap your arms around Logan’s neck.

“You’ll stay right?” You whisper into his neck, letting Logan pick you up.

“All night, baby. Get to sleeping bub.”

I have another Logan howlett x mutant!reader idea! I’ve been thinking nonstop about a reader with powers where they can control and create nature so like flowers, vines, leaves stuff like that. Reader and Logan are lying in bed and she asks him to take his claws out, he’s hésitent at first but she ultimately gets what she wants. She covers them in flowers and it’s just a really sweet moment <33

“Are you trying to tie me up?” Logan asks, all gruff and huffy as he feels a vine twisting around his ankle.

You raise your head from his chest, eyes bleary and filled with sleep. “Hm?” You look down to his ankle and giggle; it’s rough this early in the morning.

“Sorry, it happens sometimes.” Logan hums, pulling you closer to him making the vines climb higher.

“Seems like you do it when you’re happy, bub.”

You shrug, flicking your wrist so the vibe leaves his foot. “Why would I be happy?”

There’s too much adoration in your voice for Logan to take you seriously. Also the vine that was climbing his foot has now bloomed pretty flowers that lay on his foot.

“You’re too fucking much.” He kisses your forehead anyway, stubble tickling your face.

You lay quiet for a moment, the flowers and vines caressing his skin before you get an idea.

“Can you take out your claws, Lo?” You ask all sweet and pretty, the early morning light just peeking out over your shoulder so you look like an angel.

Logan feels dread pool in his chest. “You into more kinky shit than you said, doll?”

You roll your eyes and leave his bait, “No, wanna show you something.”

He looks worried, but you kiss the corner of his mouth and then his frown lines. “I promise you won’t hurt me, James.”

Logan extends his claws slowly, holding his hands away from you like they’ll move of their own accord and scratch you.

“Look,” there’s a smile on your face as he turns and watches more vines twirl and bloom around his claws- pretty orange, pink and yellow flowers covering the vines. “I think you look good with color.”

Logan is mesmerized by what you’re doing, his claws are sharp, lethal things yet these delicate flowers don’t even have a single nick on them.

They look almost gentle adorned so beautifully. You reach a finger to them and his breath hitches.

“I’m putting them away now,” you nod, letting your vines move off his hands first. Logan pulls you into his lap the second the flowers are gone. “Had fun?”

You shake your head as a grin spreads on your lips. You flick your wrist again and the flowers that had been blooming float up in the air and spin around you both before erupting into petal confetti.

Logan can’t fight his grin as you giggle, his lips finding yours when you calm down a bit.

Logan dating Scott’s younger sister? 👀

“He’s going to kill you if you’re late.” You gasp as Logan tugs you closer to him by the open halves of his flannel that you’ve neglected to button.

“Oh I’m just shaking.” He drawls, rolling his eyes at you as he buttons up the shirt.

You and Logan aren’t sneaking around, practically everyone in the mansion knows you’re together. Scott just has a hard time accepting that his ‘kid sister’ - his words - is dating.

“I gotta meet Anna Marie in like ten minutes Logan,” you slip back into your jeans, Logan’s groan coming soon after you tie the bottom of his shirt in a knot.

“I know, you’re gonna play dress up and I’m suffering sparring with Scott.” You roll your eyes, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek where he leans against the door frame.

“Can’t you be nice to my big brother?” You plead and bat your eyes at him but Logan knows your tricks.

His hands fall to your waist, his teeth nipping at your jaw. “Why can’t your brother be nice to me, huh?”

You laugh, holding onto his biceps. “Maybe because you defiled his sister and mark her up every night.”

Logan lifts you up, making you squeal much to his delight. “Oh I defiled you? You’re such a little shit.” You’re over his shoulder in a flash, Logan not caring a bit as he opens his bedroom door and walks out to the hall with you there.

“Logan, my head.” You squeal but you’re completely safe.

“Yeah s’full of crap.” He chuckles when you pinch his back, the kids in the hall not even bothered by the two of you.

Since you’d been dating, Logan had got a bit more playful. “I need to meet-“

Logan nods, “Anna Marie, yeah I know bub. I’m walking you over there.” He sets you down, hands brushing your hair back as you let the blood rush out of your head.

Anna Marie meets you right at the front door, “You’re gonna make her head explode, Logan. And then who would I go to the mall with?”

Logan rolls his eyes, fishing a cigar out of his pocket. Before he can light it, Scott is rounding the corner and smiling at you before frowning at Logan.

“I know you can’t do without her, but you’re almost thirty minutes late.”

You gasp, “Logan! I told you!”

He only shrugs, ignoring Scott completely. “You’re the reason I was late,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll see you for dinner yeah?”

You nod, kissing him quickly before Scott can react and scamper through the door with Anna Marie giggling behind you.

Heyy!! I absolutely love your work and was wondering if I could make a request?

I read your Logan x Scott’s sister blurb a little bit ago and adored it and was wondering if I could request another one?

Maybe reader is crying in her room over a book or show or something and Logan comes in to soothe her but then Scott comes in and sees his sister crying and thinks that Logan did something to her? He gets all defensive and protective.

If not, obviously no worries but lots of love and hope you’re doing well!! 💗💗

“Bub? Where are you sweet girl?” Logan comes into your room, looking around for you. “I need a hug kid.” He had a fucking horrible day- some of the kids were more shits than he remembered.

Logan finds you in the bathroom crying on the toilet. You’re in your towel, and your hair is dripping down your back with suds following them.

“What’s wrong?” Immediately, Logan’s on his knees in front of you.

You sniffle and wipe at your nose, eyes all red as you look up at him.

“I hurt my wrist when I went on that thing with Jean and Ororo and I thought the pain would go away but when I was washing my hair I think I fucked it up some more.” He pouts, reaching for your wrist.

“Let me take a look, princess.”

You set your wrist in his hand carefully.

It looks more than sprained. Maybe a little twisted and a touch out of place.

“I can set it for you. Wanna bite down on my belt?” He teases and you giggle wetly while shaking your head.

“Will you count me down?” Logan coos, your words are soft and a bit insecure. He gives you a kiss on your cheek and then your wrist.

“I’ll count you down bub,” he rubs a little pressure on your forearm. “Look the other way f’me.”

You turn your head and Logan gives you a count from three to one, and twists your wrist making you cry out. “Fuck that’s rough.”

Just then, the bathroom door bangs open and Scott glares at Logan.

“What the fuck did you do to her? Why’s she been crying? And what the fuck happened to her wrist?”

You roll your eyes, Logan just stares at Scott like he can’t believe he’s in the bathroom right now. He really can’t. He also can’t believe Scott thinks he’d hurt you.

“I’ve been crying because I fucked up my wrist and Logan set it back for me while I was being a baby.”

Logan pinches your thigh, “You were hurt, not being a baby.”

Scott can’t help but soften his stance a bit. Logan treats you well, even if he gives him shit everyday. Sue him for not liking that you’re dating.

“You mind getting out so I can finish washing my girlfriend’s hair, Cyclops?”

Scott’s scowl is back. “When you’re finished can we go get lunch? I miss you.”

Logan gags, “I’m in love with your sister, Scott. Not you.”

You laugh and Scott glares harder. “I was talking to her, dumbass! Why would I miss you? I see you just about eleven hours a fucking day.”

“Yeah, we can grab a bite after Scotty. Give me thirty minutes?”

He nods and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

“What about me, hm?” Logan teases as he helps you out of your towel. “Gonna leave me to sleep in that cold ass bed all alone?”

“I’ll be back in an hour Lo, I swear.” You cup his cheek with your good hand and kiss his bottom lip.

“Yeah yeah,” he keeps you in place for a second kiss. “Did you factor me into those thirty minutes?”

You laugh against his mouth, “Not this time baby, come wash my hair please my love?”

Logan rolls his eyes playfully. You always know the right thing to call him. “You’re not leaving this room the second you come back; fucking missed you today.” He pats your butt as you step into the shower, your laugh making his chest swell.

God he loves you.

thinking about grumpy!logan and sunshine!reader. he would have such a soft spot for readerrr.

You’re the happiest person Logan knows in the world. He isn’t sure how you maintain it. Especially when it comes to what your job is.

You’re all technically teachers, but you’re a mutant, a very powerful mutant who’s been hunted for the majority of your life.

Yet, you’re always wearing a smile Logan thinks is too bright to be real.

Over the years, you and Logan developed a sort of relationship- if you can call it that. He’s a grump and you’re literal sunshine but he’s the only one allowed to be mean around you.

He’s grilling some of the younger kids about them not using their powers correctly in the training drill when you come in, hands holding two trays of juice for the kids.

“You’re too hard on them, Logan. They’re fifteen.” You whisper it because you’re not about to undermine him loudly.

“That doesn’t stop anyone. They need to be better.” You roll your eyes.

“You want them to be unfeeling, that’s not fair.” You say just as gently and he grumbles, taking the last bottle off the tray and cracking it open and then handing it to you.

“Not unfeeling, pragmatic wouldn’t hurt though.”

The kids start hand to hand combat while you speak to Logan and they look better after his corrections but some of them can’t move as quickly as he likes.

“Watch your feet. You’re leaning too far forward, you’ll be easy to off balance.” You correct gently and the kids look past you to Logan who they suspect is about to grill them.

“She’s right. Ground yourself better, tighten your core and block your face.” He’s significantly less aggressive and you smile as you hold the empty trays to your chest.

“See you later, Logan. We have lunch plans don’t be late.” Practically skipping out of the training room with a big grin.

Logan smiles despite himself, a little thing. Barely an uptick in his lips. “Get outta here, Sunshine.” The kids whisper among themselves as you leave and how much softer Logan corrects them even after you’re gone for weeks.

hi! maybe logan getting worried/protective over u after u get injured during a mission? 🥺🩷

Canon level (based on the comic books mostly) wounds and violence (it’s nothing too gory besides the wound description)

“Move out of my fucking way Scott,” you hear him before you see him which isn’t really a good sign.

You’d gone on a mission the same time he was out on one too, and though it had just been a simple recon mission, things got heated quick.

Zeitgeist was a bitch like usual, and you weren’t as fast as you might’ve been had there not been a falling child to save.

So now, your entire right side is rippled under the acid of his spit and you can’t deny the agony you’re in.

“She’s fine,” Scott says but you know your boyfriend.

He pushes past him and is at your side almost instantly. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to him being so close but when they settle on his face, the clear panic and worry is clear to see.

“I’m fine, Lo.” You say, teeth gritted through each word as Charles asses the wound.

You’re no longer in your suit, just in a pair of pants and a sports bra, your hair is drenched and Logan can only guess they just hosed you down to get rid of the majority of the acid.

It still burns like a bitch and you can’t hide that from the man who knows you so well.

“Bullshit,” he grumbles, hands brushing back the hair from your face. “Can’t you all do something instead of just fucking staring at it?”

The question is packed with worry that none of them are accustomed to seeing on Logan, but you swear you see Ororo smirk.

She’d been the only one to notice his soft underbelly- well beside you.

“We’re waiting for Hank to bring the antidote Logan,” you say gently, stroking his tense forearm. “I’m fine baby.”

It’s the ‘baby’ that softens him, that gets him to take a deep breath and press his forehead into yours.

“Fucking scared me,” he murmurs and the others all find themselves busy- besides Scott, he wants something to tease the man about as per the rules of their friendship. “Don’t do that shit again.” His hands are on your neck, thumbs under your chin so you can’t look away.

“I didn’t really have a choice, I had to save the kid.” He nods, pressing his lips to your temple. Hank saves him from blowing up again when you wince and the green acid bubbles a little more.

“Fucking finally, what took you so long?” He grunts, Hank only shaking his head as he pours the blue liquid over your wound.

“Fuck,” you cry out, hand itching to press against your side or slap Hank’s hands away but Logan stops you.

“Fucking say something next time, yeah big guy?” He growls but then you hiss again and he’s all focused on you again.

“You’re good, you’re okay bub.” It’s whispered straight into your hairline and if you were a little more cognizant you’d notice that Logan can’t stop glaring at the wound.

“We caught it in time, the antidote won’t reverse the burn completely, but it will be soothing it and fixing the majority of it.” Hank pulls on gloves, the snap of it on his wrist filling the room. “There’s a salve you need to put on it for the healing process.”

“Thanks Hank,” you whisper, much too tired for much else. “Can I go now?” Logan notices then how utterly exhausted you look and sets aside his anger and worry for a moment to dote on you.

“Yes, but Logan monitor the wound and how it heals over the next few weeks. The skin should be back to normal when the salve is done.” The professor says and Logan nods dutifully before picking you up off the med and taking the salve from Hank.

“C’mon, pretty girl.” He takes you back to your room and is smearing the salve on your side. “You’re not doing that shit again, I swear to whatever there is.”

You give him a small smile, “Getting hurt is part of it Logan, I can’t avoid that completely.”

He frowns and then presses a kiss right above your wounded side. “You don’t get how scary it is to hear, ‘she’s in the infirmary, an acid wound’, I nearly ripped Bobby in half.”

You stretch a hand to bury in his hair. “I know baby, but this was just a one time thing. Zeitgeist isn’t exactly unscathed either.”

Logan smiles, his lips pressing into your unblemished skin again. “Fire burns Logan, what can I say.”

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” You giggle a little, more so when he holds your cheeks and stamps a kiss to your lips. “Get some shut eye, m’gonna get one of the kids to make you soup.”