It still blows my mind how Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellen managed to convey everything we need to know about Charles and Erik’s dynamic and shared history just in their very first scene together in X1. The tension there is so palpable, especially when Erik still, after all these years, recognizes the touch of Charles’ mind “you’re sneaking around in here, Charles … whatever are you looking for…?” followed by that slow turn to make eye contact … be still my heart.
I have so much to say about these animations! Oh my God, do you know that I've been thinking about this for two years now??? I'm going to unleash my fury, so get ready!
Do you notice that jirara's animation is different from theirs?
The only thing that connects the other three is that they are in platoons. That's the only thing that came to mind as to why they have the same animation and how the leaves spin around them.
The very important and fascinating question!! What is the purpose of these leaves?
SPOILER
In episode 312, when Dororo was imprisoned by Zeroro, he was able to call out to Kyoki using this ability, the name of which I don't know.
So, apparently, these plant leaves allow him to call for help from his companions, wherever they may be, or I don't know. You understand what I mean, of course.
Soooo
If you also notice, the leaves of Jirara and Zoruru are the only leaves that wilt around them and goes down
But Jirara's leaves appear orderly in their emergence and downward movement, unlike Zoruru's, which appear randomly but wither quietly.
Unlike Kagege and Dororo The leaves rotate around them upwards
My theory is that
Jirara can, but he certainly won't, or call on anyone, or work with anyone.
Zoruru knows they are around him (Garuru Platon), but he also won't think of asking for help; he is a rebel, as we saw in episode 356.
Dororo and kagege you know
Wooah and that's it the end yay, If you've read all of this, then you're a hero and I appreciate that immensely.
Other tags: Logan being hot, reader is a mutant but there are no details about what her mutation is/does, nobody good dies bc I said so, fuck Stryker tho, mention of reader almost falling off the Statue of Liberty in X1, mention of reader shaving her legs (is that even something I need to add HELP LMAO)
Background: You’re a mutant living at the x-mansion and you’ve had eyes on Logan ever since he first arrived.
Description: Logan returns from his solo trip to Alkali Lake and you greet him at the door. You manage to embarrass yourself, but thankfully you get interrupted by Marie. Later, you run into Logan again, but before the conversation can go too far, you’re interrupted by Stryker showing up at the mansion. When the dust finally settles, you and Logan finally get the chance to talk.
You’d been waiting for Logan to come back since the day he left. He’d given you his dog tags the day he left, asking you to keep them safe for him. Since then, you've carried them with you everywhere.
While you were in your room working on something that Charles wanted you to take a look at, you swore you could hear the sound of Scott’s motorcycle outside. That couldn’t be, Logan had taken it for his trip. There was no way.
Getting up from where you’d been sitting in your bed, you made your way over to the window and peeked out. When you saw Logan climbing off of the motorcycle, your eyes lit up. Unable to help yourself, you rushed out of your room and down the hall. As you reached the steps, you went down two at a time.
By the time you made it to the front door, Logan was standing there, his bag still slung over his shoulder. He looked just the same as he had when he left, which was really no surprise. When he spotted you, he gave you a small smile.
You ran towards him, nearly tackling him in a bear hug. Your arms wrapped over his shoulders, while his responded by wrapping around your waist. Not wanting to be clingy, you let go before too much time could pass.
“You miss me?” He asked with a smile, which, knowing Logan, was really more of a smirk.
“We all did,” you replied, not wanting to make it seem like you had missed him any more than anyone else, even if you had.
“How have things been here?” He hummed, tilting his head as he waited for your answer.
“Same as always, chaotic,” you joked. “Last week, a kid blew a hole through the wall in the kitchen by accident when he sneezed. How was your trip? You find what you were looking for?” You asked curiously.
“Kinda,” he shrugged, “I’ve gotta talk to Chuck about it. How have you been?” He questioned.
“I’ve been alright,” you replied. “I’ve been working on something Charles wanted me to take a look at. So far, I haven’t been able to get too far with it, but I’ve got a few more ideas to try before I give up.”
Logan nodded as you spoke, seemingly interested in what you were saying.
“Oh, before I forget,” you hummed, “I have something for you.” Before he could ask what it was, you raised your arm and smacked him on the chest. You tried not to let your thoughts linger on how much muscle was there. “That’s for being gone so long.”
“That your way of saying you missed me?” He teased.
“Okay, maybe I did miss you, just a little,” you relented, crossing your arms.
“Just a little?” He raised a brow. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Fine, maybe more than a little,” you huffed. “I even started missing those little tufts of hair that look like cat ears,” you joked.
“I’ve been here for less than ten minutes and you’re already insulting me,” Logan sighed, feigning offense.
“I’m just messing with you. Your hair is fine, Logan. It’s honestly more than fine, it’s good, it suits you,” you began to ramble, as if you couldn’t stop yourself from letting the words come out of your mouth. “You look good, too, not just your hair. I mean, you’re a good looking guy-” Before you could continue, Logan cut you off by clearing his throat.
“Are you flirting with me right now?” He grinned, exposing the sharp points of his canine. That just shouldn’t be allowed when you’re already flustered. Not when his smile looked like a smirk and it basically invited you to kiss him.
“What?” You asked, trying to seem nonchalant. You could feel your cheeks heating up from his question. “Psh, no,” you shook your head. “Me? Flirt? No, not at all.”
“Maybe you should,” he shrugged, once again tilting his head.
You didn’t even have time to process his words- nevermind reply- when Marie made her way over, greeting Logan. You took that as your opportunity to excuse yourself, running off to your room to try and sort out what Logan must’ve meant.
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For the rest of the day, you hadn’t seen Logan again. But he had said he needed to talk to Charles, so you were sure he was busy with that, along with unpacking and being greeted by everyone.
That led you to now. You sat in the kitchen eating some Doritos when Logan walked in. He wore a tank top and some jeans, and you decided that there really should be a law against his arms being exposed.
“Hey,” you greeted, nodding your head at him as he took a few more steps into the kitchen.
He gave you a grunt in reply, which wasn’t all that unusual. He certainly wasn’t the most talkative man. You watched as he started looking around in the fridge.
“If you’re looking for a beer, there isn’t any,” you chuckled. “This is a school,” you reminded him. “There’s some Dr.Pepper in there, though.”
Logan sighed, but grabbed a bottle of the soda and closed the fridge. He turned towards you and leaned against the counter, popping the bottle open.
“What’re you doing down here so late?” He spoke before taking a sip from his soda.
“Didn’t feel like sleeping,” you hummed, then nodded to your laptop that lay on the counter next to you. “Plus, I was still working on that project Charles gave me until about ten minutes ago. I realized I was too tired to make sense of anything. What’s your excuse?” You joked.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered, reaching over to take a chip from your bowl and eat it.
“Can I ask you something?” You started, leaning your head on one hand.
“Shoot,” he replied with a small nod.
“What did you mean earlier?” Your voice was small, nervous. “When you said I should flirt with you?”
Instead of replying, Logan held a hand up at you. He furrowed his brows and you could see his ears perking up. You’d seen him do it before, and you knew he must hear something that he was concerned about.
Next thing you knew, you were ducking behind the counter while a gun went off overhead.
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You were relieved that things were over. You’d found out a lot, about Logan and Alkali lake, about Stryker. It was just a weight being lifted when the dust settled. Now, you took the chance to relax a little. You’d found a nice tree outside the mansion and laid a blanket down to sit on. It was peaceful, and that was what you really needed right now.
As you sat with your back against the tree, you caught movement out of the corner of your eyes and turned your head to see what it was. It was Logan, walking towards you with his hands tucked in his pockets.
“How’d you know where I was?” You asked curiously once he was close enough to talk to without shouting.
Instead of replying with words, he just pointed to his nose.
“Right,” you nodded with a smile, “Can’t hide from the guy with the nose of a bloodhound.”
“That, and Scott told me when I asked if he’d seen you,” he smiled, sitting down next to you on your blanket and leaning back against the tree.. “What’re you doing out here alone?”
“Trying to decompress from all that shit we went through,” you answered honestly.
“How’re the cuts healing?” He asked, leaning in to get a better look.
During the fighting, you’d managed to cut open your forehead and the bridge of your nose. Luckily, that was the worst of your injuries.
“I’m fine. They’re just superficial,” you shrugged.
“I should’ve killed Stryker years ago, then none of this would’ve happened,” he sighed, blaming himself for the entire situation, along with the cuts on your face.
“Lo, really, I’m fine,” you assured. “Everyone is fine, this isn’t your fault.”
Logan nodded and leaned back again, looking out in the distance in front of the two of you. You did the same, smiling. It was a beautiful day, perfect for relaxing.
“Y’know, we never got the chance to finish our conversation,” Logan stated.
“Yeah, we kinda got interrupted,” you chuckled, trying to ignore the pit of nerves growing in your stomach. “We have time to talk now.”
“You asked me what I meant when I told you that you should flirt with me,” Logan began, turning his head to look at you. “I meant exactly what I said. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to flirt with me. I’m into you.”
“Oh.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Logan ‘emotionally stunted’ Howlett was confessing his feelings for you, even if he didn’t use so many words to say it. You turned your body so you could fully give him your attention.“I feel the same,” you admitted, your cheeks warming, “I was just too nervous to say anything.”
“I know,” Logan smiled at you, “That’s why I decided to make the first move, even if it did end up making you get a little flustered and run away.”
“In my defense, I didn’t know if you were serious or not. Didn’t know if I should think anything of it, or if I should just brush it off as you teasing me,” you reasoned.
“C’mere,” Logan hummed, gesturing for you to scoot closer to him.
You did as he wanted, and his hand reached up to hold the side of your neck, his fingertips resting in the hair on your nape. His thumb ran over the hinge of your jaw slowly. Using his gentle grip on your neck, he carefully led your face closer to his. His grip was light enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, but there was no way you wanted to.
You weren’t sure how long it took for him to pull you in, but then his lips hit yours. The taste of his cigars was still on his lips as they moved smoothly with yours. He was surprisingly gentle, as if he was trying not to spook you.
One of your hands lifted to hold the side of his face. You smiled softly, feeling the hair that covered his jaw under your fingers and palm.
It was too soon when he pulled back just enough to speak, but he had no chance to get a word out before your lips were once again covering his. Now that you’d had a taste, you couldn’t get enough. He was surprised, but chuckled. He kept his lips moving with yours as he grabbed your hips and led you to straddle his lap.
When you were comfortable on his lap, you slowly pulled your lips away from his.
“Someone’s eager,” he teased, letting out a content hum when both of your hands settled against his chest.
“I’ve waited long enough for this,” you defended with a small smile. “I’ve had eyes for you since you first came here. Then you left, and I had to pine after you the whole time you were gone,” you sighed dramatically, but the smile never left your face.
“You poor thing,” he gave you an overdramatic pout.
“But, that does remind me, I do have something for you,” you hummed.
“If you’re about to hit me again, can I get a warning?” He deadpanned.
“No, I’m serious this time,” you laughed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out Logan’s dog tags. You grabbed one of his hands and placed the chain and tags on his palm. “I believe these belong to you.” You closed his hand and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
“Knew they’d be safe with you,” he smiled, not his usual, teasing, grin. It was soft, warm. It felt like the smile came straight from his heart.
He opened his hand and looked at the dog tags. Then, he seemed to make a decision and grabbed them, removing the dog tag attached to the shorter chain. He clasped the shorter chain back together and held it out to you.
You took it, confused on why he was giving it back.
Logan picked up on your confusion- of course he did, the man didn’t miss anything- and spoke.
“If you’re gonna be my girl, I want you to have it,” he answered your confusion as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Want you to keep it safe for me for a while longer.”
“I’ll keep it with me all the time, I promise,” you grinned, unable to resist leaning in for another soft kiss. “I’ll keep it safe.”
“And I’ll keep you safe,” Logan replied, pecking your lips. He then placed a gentle kiss to each of the cuts on your face.
“You always have. You did kinda keep me from falling off the Statue of Liberty once,” you joked.
“But I didn’t this time,” he cringed as he looked at the cuts on your face.
“Logan, I’ve had worse injuries from shaving my legs,” you laughed softly. “I promise you, I am absolutely fine.”
“Okay,” he nodded, relaxing as you pressed your forehead to his. “I trust you.”
Logan’s hands on your hips lifted you off his lap and sat you on the blanket next to you. He laid down fully on the blanket, using one arm to prop his head up. You had no time to question it before he opened his other arm for you.
You smiled and laid down on the blanket next to him, tucking your face into his shoulder. In response, he wrapped his arm around you to hold you close.
“I’m glad we talked,” you said softly, tracing random patterns over his chest with your fingers.
“Me too,” he agreed, giving you a squeeze with the arm that was around you.
