Icarus_redwings

Snipet from Widdle Wolvie part 3.

"In the void you can be who you are." She says, sitting next to Logan in his memory scape.

Logan is crying, tears soaking his face as he looks at his own bloodied hands, whispering.

"... I wanna be free.."

Cassandra smirks, tilting her head and bringing her fingers around the side of his head.

"I can do that... with one condition."

And thats all he remembered.

He remembered waking up again, in a room decorated for a child. A triceratops bed cover, blue pillows, a blue rug in a navy blue room, pictures hung up all around of pictures that a child had drawn- No.. that HE had drawn, toys on the floor, a race car track, blocks, army men, and even glow in the dark stars on the ceiling... a stuffed tiger.

Sitting up, he panics. Where was he? Where is Wa-... mommy.. yes that sounded right.

"Mommy!!" He calls, quite scared. Just before he could climb out of the bed, his mummy opened the door, smiling sweetly. "Why its the middle of the night, James. What are you doing awake?"

"I-..." he thinks for a second, thoughts of 'Where am I' and 'I dont know where I am' turning into 'I had a nightmare' Shaking his head of the complex thoughts he whimpers like a guilty puppy. "I had a scary dream!"

"Ohh.. my poor Jamsie bear.. mummy cassie is here."

The hair on his skin rose, his nervous system jumping. 'Cassie!?'

But he smiles, quickly soothing at her touch, letting his mommy hold him close, rubbing his head. "..Cassie..." he whispers, a big dumb grin on the mans face, melting into her embrace... It's been a while since he's had a mommy...

But you know what they say about mama's boys...

"Hush now, James.. Mummy's here now, Darling... shhh.. just close your eyes.. and let your mind slip away."

And suddenly? Everything felt alright. Mommy Cassie held him so well, shushed him, rocked him, told him it was all okay. She even hummed to him back to sleep, kissing his forehead and tucking him in before she left..

That was the last time he has ever felt like he had a mother..

Thinking about Wade is having a stay-in date night with Ness, and this means the kitchen light is traded for a colored one, candles, half burnt pasta, cheap wine, and Careless Whisper blasting throughout the appartment complex.

He starts off with some cringy dance while V is up on the counter, rolling her eyes and smiling, but she can't help but feel like there was something different about Wade. Yeah, she knew this dance. She knew the routine of his 'serenade' and his littlw two step slow dance he had going on, making backup sound effects for Mr. George Micheal and eventually grabs the pasta spoon, singing into it.

This is not new, but.. something was. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew her boyfriend. She knew him well enough to become engaged to him, break up with him, and start dating again.

It was like he was glowing.

But why?

"Tonight the music seems so loud! I wish that we could lose this crowd-" His non existsnt eyebrows wiggle, and Vanessa can't help but to almost spit out her wine.

"Maybe it's better this way, We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say!" He shouts into the pasta sauce covered spoon, leaning into her a bit as she rolls her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. She knew what Wade wanted. He wanted to "earn" her with his performance.

God.. he really is her peacock, wasn't he?

"We could have been so good together! We could have lived this dance forever!" Taking her arm, He pulls her waist closer to him, connecting their foreheads with those pretty heart eyes of his beaming into hers with such love struck gleam.

"But now who's gonna dance with me? Please staaaayy~" He sings loudly, letting her go enough for V to notice that Logan is now staring too, the same lop sided love struck small smile on his face.

"And I'm never gonna dance again- Guilty feet have got no rhythm!!" He says, dropping onto his knees and arching his back, using her hand to keep his balance.

"You didn't have any to begin with!"

She hears, looking up to see Logan smirking as Wade jumps to his feet. "ExcUSE me!? My bad, not everything is a waltz, old man! Like seriously, when's the last time you could do anything but a simple one two three? Lincoln's wedding!?" He calls over the counter and Logan grunts, his joints popping as he gets off the couch.

Wades eyes widden with dangerous excitment as he turns to her. "Oh now, im in for it!"

"Damn right. I can do more then Waltz, you know."

"Oh, yeah!? Like what? Square dance?!"

"Whats wrong with square dancing!?"

Then it clicked.

Him.

Yall ever find a song that fits a ship SO well that you physically get delusional that one of them is singing it? Do you sit here and think about them writing it FOR the other person!? Huh!?

Cause I FUCKING DO.

"Shh... shh It's alright.."

Logan's eyes flutter open, hearing the raspy voice. Like he's been crying. Sitting up, he watches as his husband was once again in the corner of their bedroom, rocking and patting his babydoll, sitting next to her wooden crib that Shop Class had made for him, Fordge's great niece Cherri to be exact. Sweet kid. Wade ruffled up her ears every morning, despite her groans to stop, she would giggle and become upset if he didn't.

God those kids loved him.. but it seemed recently this specifc kid, Their plastic kid at that- had his attention most evening's.

"Wade..?" He whispers, but he's ignored. This isn't uncommon. Usually, during these episodes, it was best to let him go. To let him rock the baby until she 'stopped crying' or until HE stopped crying.

"Yeah, I know sometimes things might not always make sense to you right now. But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier. Stiffen up that upper lip. What’chu crying about? You got me.. daddy won't let no one hurt'cha... Promise" He whispers, giving their daughter a small kiss on the scalp, holding her so gently and yet so firm, afraid of hurting her by squeezing and or dropping her.

The way he sat cross legged and stared at their daughter, Logan could almost see his cogs turning.

Was that so hard for his own father to do? To protect him? Not hurt him? Love him?

"Shhh... shhh..Now, hush little baby don’t you cry everythings gonna be alright. Stiffen that upper lip up little lady I told ya, Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night."

Was that... Eminem??...

Of course Wade of all people would since Eminem to his infant...

He whispers, rocking back and forth with closed eyes, holding her tightly, patting her as he went on.

"I know mommy’s not here right now, and we don’t know why. We feel how we feel inside. I might seem a little crazy, pretty baby, but I promise mama's gon' be alright."

Look- Logan was old. But he wasn't that old. Wade had changed the lyrics. Just slightly enough to still match beat, but it meant so much, telling the baby doll that her 'feelings' mattered even if irrational, telling her that he was insane, and promising her everything was going to be alright.

You may not think so, but this was progress. Moments like these were looked down upon, and while people might not realize it, this sort of play IS a form of regression and was just as good as a coping mechanism as him playing with horses was, the only difference was he was playing with dolls. By comforting Evelyn, he was sootheing himself. It was much easier to tell someone else it was okay rather then yourself.

He was tricking his brain. Subconsciously forcing himself to believe things would be fine. The only part that he wasn't sure of was 'Evelyn's' need for a mommy. Was this Wade missing his own mother.. or was this missing Vanessa and what they could have had? V was still around. They saw her once a week at the very least. Still went on dates, Still hung out afterward (if you get my drift) The only thing really different was that the 'baby machine' was no longer in business. Having shut down a while ago. She had (at least- if Logan understood correctly) Had a partial hysterectomy so her painful periods would stop.

"And daddy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird. Imma give you the world, I’ma buy a diamond ring for you. Imma sing for you, I’ll do anything for you to see you smile." He sang quietly, giving her sweet hugs, soft kisses, and the patting became lighter, more off beat and calm.

It wasn't that Wade would be a "Bad" father but he could barley take care of himself. Anyone who knew him- actually knew him- knows Wade wouldn't ever be able to hurt a baby. Not on purpose anyway, but with how his mind was, it wasn't a good idea. Kids? Sure. A baby? No.. And it's not like Ness didn't talk to him about it beforehand, letting him know that she was keeping her eggs but they would never be able to have a baby unless someone agreed to be a surrogate. He wasn't mad. No, not at all. He understood perfectly.... a bit too perfectly.

Logan, being the person who he is though, could smell him crying in the shower later that day. He couldn't imagine being in those shoes.. to be told the person you were planning on having little kits with- Er I mean kids with- wouldn't be able to carry them anymore.

"And if that mockingbird don’t sing and the ring don’t shine, Imma break that birdies neck! I’ll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya and make him eat every karat, dont fuck with dad.. hah....you like that? Yeah?... Daddy's little psycho.." He smiles, seeming to have finally 'calmed' Evelyn enough for her to stop 'crying'.

Deep down, Evelyn scared him. Wade behaved as if she truly was telling him things at times. At first, he thought it was just his own voices playing tricks on him. And then he thought it was lingering elements of a bad dream, a random little girls voice running through a nightmare.

Wade went into detail about each dream, talking about it for days afterward, describing how his darling girl was reaching out for him, calling for her daddy with open arms. From the sounds of it, she wasn't an infant, though. Fluxuating ages but the ones where she begs him not to leave well... leaves him like this. In shambles, crying on the floor at 2 in the morning.

"You comin' to bed, papa bear?" He teases.

Glancing up, Wade sighs, the kind of relief in which he could finally lay Eve back in her cradle, giving it a good push before coming to crawl under the sheets. "Comin' mama bear."

I know damn well Wade can circle that ass to JOYRIDE like it's nothing, so why is no one writing it about.

Send tweet.

Going to therapy in a new fit and my stuffed animal. No one can match my confidence in this place. My therapist will throw hands if you make fun of my dog and elaborate outfit.

I got new boots, new roots, and new problems, move it or loose it.

Sing it Nancy!

Wade's spotify shuffle be like

Can't stop thinking about Logan and Kurt running through the snowy canadian woods, playing chase, climbing trees, trying to pounce on each other, giggling, panting, all while Running With The Wolves by AURORA plays in the background and it's the exact moment that Logan thinks.. that for the first time..

He feels free.

(Bonus points if they encounter any of the wolves that Logan has lived with before.)

Sure, He used to run through the woods with Victor, but it wasn't ever like this. It was always a competition. A race. A fight for first place. To prove their silent war of dominance that Victor often lost at. But this is... a game. They're playing. Smiling. Laughing even at the dumbest things.

No one bats an eye if the blue guy with a tail runs on all fours or jumps at you from a tree but the moment Logan does it, it's unprofessional and he's "not controlling himself" but the thing is. During these games.. he feels more incontrol than he normally does. His pupils widdening, his head naturally lowering, his hands feeling the ground, ears pricked up as he hears every movement, every breath of the other. He can smell him. Out of the thousands of scents around him, his draws him like a deer to a salt block. He digs his claws into the trees, climbing them with such silence like he was taught in Japan, staying still, slowing his breaths until Kurt gets curious and comes looking for him.

"Logan??" He makes the mistake of asking, letting the feral man's eyes lock on like a lynx during the night hunt. Which is exactly what this was. A hunt late at night. A game meant to ware them both out enough to sleep through the night.

Just as his tail flickers and Kurt's ear picks up the sound of a branch, Logan is already on top of him, heaving with heavy breaths. His claw is next to his head, deep into the ground, his other hand holding him down on his chest. Snarling in his face, Logan's high of truthful violence showing through such narrowed eyes only to smirk playfully. "You're dead." He states, stating his victory.

Kurt flinches at first, Gasping, because Father forgive him for this, but God damn who wouldn't be? To be spooked and a man like Logan slamming you to the ground? He had not a single thought about Logan hurting him, but his body's natural response only feeds Logan's feral desires. Truth be told, he liked when people stunk of fear only for it to become drowned in a thick creamy vanilla scent- or in Kurt's sake, Wine, oils and what he could only imagine sunshine smelled like.

Smiling widely, Kurt giggles an instantly later, his tail flickering excitedly only to pretend to be dead, drimatically sticking out his tounge with a "bleh."

The canadian scoffs, rolling his eyes. The idea comes to his mind of just how close they are. He could.. No. It was just the endorphins talking. The rush of the hunt. Besides. He couldn't bite Kurt. It would hurt him too badly.

So he does what every rational friend does. Pulls away. Though the moment he does, as if he could read his mind, four fingers wrap around his head and kisses him. The next best thing.

Despite the fact that it is Kurt who lost, it's always him who knows how just to handle that wild beast trapped inside of him. By letting him out and throwing away the key.

While others locked him up, Kurt took him on walks. If... you know.. those said walks included somehow always making out in the snow afterward...

"They tell you to look out for the ones with watercolor eyes, I say watch out for the eyes that remind you of dirt so soft that you wouldn't mind so much if they trapped you for a life time and held you warmly under the earth once it's over, but no one ever tells you about the eyes that shine yellow like the stars in the desert sky at night that are big and bright as full moons, lighting your way through the dark... Kayla told me that I would always be a howling spirit, longing to touch the moon, but jokes on her, because now I have two."

AKNSOAHZAONZAK!! AAHHHHHH MWAAHAHA! IM A GENUIS!!!!

COUGH COUGH Jean's eyes are soft and green, sometimes portrayed as blue, Scotts eyes are brown, and Wade's eyes vary from yellow to reflective whites. COUGH COUGH

Thinking about Logan trying to comfort Kurt's guilt.

It's a full moon. For the others, it's a pretty normal night. This isn't to say that they don't give it a second thought, or a tenth, but Kurt takes it upon himslef to find out the names of every single person that dosn't make it during their missions.

While most, Like Logan, would rather forget, Kurt had another job to do. It's his duty to make sure these lost and scared souls find heaven.

Walking up to the nearest church, Logan grunts, already halfway through his bottle since they've returned. He hears whispering. Small prayers that he's heard all before whether when muttered on the field or heard through the walls, his rosery intertwined between his 6 fingers, gripping it as if someone would rip it from him.

"I thought you'd be here.." he mutters.