Duel wielding Cotl and Marvel

I was looking over the list from the Kinktober I am following. And I realised there are still quite a few prompts I want to do but I only chose one each so I'll leave it up to you to see what I should write.

Pt. 1 can be found here

I was looking over the list from the Kinktober I am following. And I realised there are still quite a few prompts I want to do but I only chose one each so I'll leave it up to you to see what I should write.

Pt. 1 because there are too many 😅

Pt. 2 here!

Summary: Logan and you are making slow progress in this new found connection. It's good and all you want is to be near him.

Word Count: 800+

Tags: Fluff, comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, Logan is a softie, reader is even softer, talks of suicide but no suicide actually occurs

After your first date you and Logan kept things simple. And on the down low. Neither of you were exactly ready to take what was going on between you any further.

Don't get it twisted thought, both of you definitely had very strong feelings for each other, but it was too soon to make anything official. And the two of the shared that notion.

So, you kept things quiet, and you kept them private. Trying to stay unassuming. Although you couldn't deny that even your platonic relationship had changed and become noticeable to others.

You would still see him in class, but rather than dropping his coffee and leaving like you used to, you stayed for a while. Sitting on one of the cabinets by his desk or even on his desk in front of him during his breaks. Leaving before the children filed in but staying long enough for the two of you to chat. Sometimes you left, giving him a chaste kiss as you went.

Other times he would find you out in the gardens like he had the first night, joining you as you studied the orchids. Committing the view to memory even in the dim light. Moments like those were important to you after spending too many years locked up in a white and grey cell.

Logan would join you, his elbows touching yours as you rested on the fence dividing the properties. But after a while, he began slipping an arm over your shoulder, or even your waist and holding you beside him. It was gentle, his intentions clearly comforting.

And you enjoyed his attempt at getting close to you, it was nice. You only wished you had the guts to make a real move yourself.

And one night you did. You had attempted to actually sleep for once, but as usual sleep never came. But instead of sneaking out into the gardens to walk around in the crisp night air, you made your way to Logan's room.

At first you faltered, thinking this was a bad idea. You wanted to turn away, but you also wanted to knock and just be with him.

Before you could make either decision the door swung open, Logan standing in a white tank top that hung off his frame and blue boxer shorts.

You felt blush creep up your cheeks, had you been that noisy walking down the hall?

He also looked slightly embarrassed himself, there was a trace of eagerness in the way he was looking at you as you stood in his doorway.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" You ask

"Nah-" he replied "-I wasn't asleep...but I smelt ya outside. Was worried something was wrong"

You swallowed at the idea that Logan was so attuned to your scent, but you tried to not let that get to your head.

"Everything alright?" he asked

"Yeah...just, needed some company"

Logan stepped out of the doorway and gestured for you to come inside.

You walked in but now that you were here you felt awkward, you hadn't ever been in another person's dorm room and certainly not Logan's. You stood there, unsure of what to do next

Logan stood there as well, but he was the bigger man out of the two of you and as usual was the one to make the first move. He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his hand, sighing.

"You sure everything is alright?" he asks again

This time you don't respond. He gets the idea.

He takes his other hand and holds yours with it, and slowly begins to walk backwards and pulls you with him until he sits down on the bed, and you fall down beside him. Your hands still connected.

"I just...-" you try to say something, anything but words fail you. Like usual

You hated to sleep, even when you tried it was hard and when you did all you could hear were the memories of nightmares, the ones you had actually lived. That moment in your school, your time in the MRDA holding facility. The echoing screams of you and your fellow prisoners as the MRDA conducted experiments testing the limits of your mutations. You wanted it all to go away. You wanted to blow your own head off in hopes that the nightmares would stop. But you wouldn't die, and you didn't think that death would grant you such a mercy.

"-I just need you to hold me" you say instead. Like a coward, because you can't face up to the fact that Logan might care about you and genuinely want to know about what haunted you. So, you bury those feelings for a little while longer, shoving them away to be replaced with the warmth of Logan.

He shuffles over to lie down in the bed and pulls you with him. You sink down into the sheets, resting your head on his chest as he tucks his arm under you and pulls you close to him. Holding you tight.

The fuzz on his arms tickles the back of your neck as he rests it just above the neckline of your shirt.

All of him is so comforting and nice. And... exactly what you've been missing. The cold darkness of your past seemed to ebb away with the warmth that emanated from Logan, and not just the physical warmth but his presence was so soothing. The care he showed you, the compassion, the empathy despite your own coldness in the beginning.

You snuggled into Logan further trying to soak up his warmth. To absorb as much of it as you can, for the fear that as soon as he left you would never be able to feel this warmth again. To feel his warmth.

Your eyes began to grow heavy as you listen to his deep breathing. The sound lulled you into a tranquil calm that you hadn't felt in a long time.

As you drifted off you felt Logan move a hand to brush some stray hairs away from your cheek. He lent down and kissed you softly on the top of the head.

He whispered something you only just caught before the darkness overtook you, and you were sure he only said it because he thought you were asleep. But it made your inside warm up in a way that made you feel like you were glowing.

"Goodnight, my little fighter"

Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others but its a filler chapter. The next chapter will be a lot more fun tho

Also keep in mind this is a fic on my Ao3, so if you wouldn't mind checking me out and giving me some support there as well that would be greatly appreciated

I've said it once and I'll say it again, this title is completely inccroect but I'm not going to change it because I like to keep things orderly and the same.

Also I realised I never said but this takes place between X Men and X2

Summary: Logan and you have finally sorted things out and decide to go on a date

Word Count: 3.2k+

Tags: fluff, date, motorcycle ride, Logan being a gentleman, discussion of past trauma

That morning you woke up buzzing with energy. You were still physically tired, as you had only gotten 4 hours of sleep but your mind was full of images of Logan.

Last night did not feel real. All that had happened between the two of you did not seem possible.

When you had first met Logan you believed you weren’t good enough for his notice, and that he thought the same. But you craved to be noticed, you really wanted that attention and only from Logan. And you didn’t know why. Those feelings were just one more thing to add to the complicated emotions you had been burdened with over the years.

The whole reason you were here is because Xavier had sensed your mutational presence near by and offered you a place amongst his mutants at the school. Not as a student but as resident and eventual teacher. You weren’t ready to teach yet, but you knew Xavier thought you were. All of those things, the hurt, the abandonment, the compassion showed by a stranger and the conflicting feelings you had for Logan, that you didn’t realise until last night was adoration, had built up in your mind creating another space for you to build a wall. But that building took time. And in the meantime, alcohol was your best friend.

But then of course Logan had to come along and knock all of those walls down, even some you had only begun to build. And at first you were mad at him. Infuriated at him for taking away your security. But now…now you were glad he had fought his way inside. Even if it had brought forward feelings you had refused to let yourself feel. You were glad of it.

The pain of being emotionless hurt your heart beyond measure but Logan’s violent appearance had given you that push to allow yourself to feel again, and that’s when you knew that you felt for Logan. You couldn’t call it love.

Not yet.

You didn’t know him.

But it was like a childish crush, one you knew was maybe not so childish.

You spent that day going about your duties as best as possible trying to keep yourself unassuming and placated. You didn’t really want anyone to ask questions in fear they might work out what was going on with you. You didn’t need to be Charles Xavier to figure out what a crush was.

At the end of the day you went back to your room trying to calm your nerves and figure out what you were supposed to wear. Though you were eager for the date you hadn’t been on one since high school. And that hadn’t gone so well.

Logan on the other hand had woken up with a feeling in his gut he couldn’t place. And he refused to let that feeling be nervousness. He just…he didn’t want to wait.

But he did, and he did so patiently. Teaching his classes like he always did, recounting all he could remember from his time during World War 2. What it had been like, what society and the government were like. The front lines and the battles.

As usual the kids were wrapped up in the way he explains their American history. Engulfed in the realism of the tale. There were few students who knew how old Logan really was. So most believe he was just a fantastic storyteller. Maybe he should have been an English teacher instead.

But as the day went on and classes finished, Logan retired to his room briefly. Pulling out a beer from the mini fridge he kept in his room. He wasn’t nervous he just needed a pre-dinner beer.

During the day he had booked them a place in a restaurant 6 miles from the school. It was a small Italian restaurant. Despite all his years of traveling he had never been to Italy. And this was the closest he was ever going to get to it. He rummaged through his closet looking for some his more presentable clothing. Many of his t-shirts had holes in them or roughly stitched together holes. Most of his jeans had also begun to tear in places and he had let them. Even creating a few more to make them look like the ripped jeans he saw all the teens wearing in the 90s, that’s one fashion trend he wishes hadn’t faded.

He finds the only pair of jeans that don’t have any holes in them and one of his buttons up flannels which he accompanies with his leather jacket. He looks over to his nightstand where a small bottle of cologne sits. Rouge got it for his birthday last year but he never used it. What need did he have to smell nice. Plus, it was overpowering to his oversensitve nose so he never bothered with it.

But today felt like a reason to use it. So he took the bottle, removing the glass lid and spraying a small amount of his chest trying not to inhale the airborn particles.

He checked his hair in the mirror and stopped for a moment to stare at himself. He never put this much effort into how he looked. He never had a reason to care. Subconsciously he must've already deemed you important and special, he realised that as he stared into his own eyes.

He was in the deep end now.

Logan straightened up and moved to head to the garage where he said he would meet you. Waiting by his bike checking it over before they got going.

You on the other hand were pacing back and forth in your room. All types of clothes laying around your room, on your desk chair, bed and even the floor. You couldn't decide if you wanted to go with the Canvas pants in that deep shade of green with your black and white varsity jacket or if you wanted to go with the ripped jeans and the black and red flannel. You knew this was a date, but you didn’t know how dressy you were supposed to be or if he was taking you somewhere that required you to dress up a bit.

In the end you chose neither outfit and went with your informal-formal button up that could easily be tied into a crop top if the place wasn’t that fancy and your black set of canvas pants.

You make your way to the grave, hoping and praying no one will see you. Your breathing is controlled as you try to stop your emotions from overwhelming you as you reach the grave entrance.

You open the door and look around for Logan. You see him crouched down by his Harley Davidson. You knew it used to be Scott’s. But at this point it was an X-Men vehicle, so it was free use for anyone who got to it first. He was bent over by the chain on the back wheel. Cleaning it off with an old rag, clearing away any extra grease that might clog it up.

You stood silently behind him, watching him as he worked. The way his hands ran over the chain, taking care with the mechanics. Making sure to use a firm hand to clear away the gunk but not too firm to damage the hardware. The bikes hull was glossy black. Buffed and shined, completely spotless despite its constant use.

“Good evening, Professor Howlett” you say with a smirk on your face. He jumps slightly and turns around to look down at you. Standing up and cleaning off his hands on the rag.

“Don’t call me that” he huffs as he says it

“Rolls off the tongue don’t you think?” you say cheekily

“No, not from your mouth, since you aren’t one of my students” he grabs you gently by the cheeks and smushes your face.

“Are we gonna get going?” he says swinging his leg over the bike and kicking up the stand. He looks at you expectantly. And with the slightest hesitation you hop on the bike behind him.

He turns the key and the bike roars to life. The sound echoing throughout the garage in a thunderous uproar of 2 cylinders exhuming a plume of gasoline. You grab a hold of his jacket as he sped out of the garage entrance and down the street. Where the road was dimly lit by the setting sun and the sky was painted in beautiful pinks and oranges.

He sped down the street heading towards the town and you held onto him. Leaning forward to press your chest against his back, your head resting on his shoulder. Tilted towards the sun set you were riding alongside. Like a beautiful backdrop to match the closing scene of an old romance movie.

‘How clique is that’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

You could not believe that you were here right now, sitting on the back of this monstrous vehicle holding onto a man you believe would never have paid you any mind. This felt like a perfect dream.

Logan tried to focus on the road as the two of you sped down it. But with your heart beating against his spine and your arms around his waist all he could focus on was you. His eyes were on the strip of bitumen in front of him, but his mind was thinking of your face. Your windswept hair and your bright eyes shining in the dim light.

Once they had made it into town, he had taken his hand away from the throttle and instead trundled down the streets until he stopped on the corner of a small side street and hoped of the bike. Turning to offer you a hand as you swung your own leg over the bike.

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?” you ask him

“I’ve always been one, I just show it to those who deserve it” He smiles at you.

You smile back, some warmth creeping onto your cheeks.

He continued to hold your hand as the two of you walked through the entrance. He opened the door allowing you to walk ahead of him, inside was a quaint little restaurant. All the tables and chairs were a varnished wood, sitting in different arrangements for different parties. The waiters wore simple white button up tops not dissimilar to your own, the lady at the reception wore soft red lipstick on her lips. She looked over the two of you before checking the reservation under Logan’s name. She directed you two to a small seat by the window that had a direct view of the main road. As you walked you decided to tie your shirt up. Silently thanking yourself for picking versatile attire.

You sit down and Logan sits across from you. You hadn’t been out to many restaurants before. Between the MRD, and Xavier’s school you hadn’t been on many dates past the age of 16. And those could hardly be considered dates. Even in this quaint little restaurant you felt a swell of emotion rise in your chest. You pushed it down thought. First dates weren’t for gushing and heart felt confessions.

The two of you order your food. You decide to get some spinach and fetta ravioli, and he ordered a calzone. You haven’t had many well-cooked meals. Mostly old, reheated meals or whatever was given to you by the scientists monitoring you. Usually nonperishables that were bland and in amounts that were not sustainable.

‘What brought you to Xavier’s school?” you ask, trying to start up a conversation. So far the two of them had been quietly enjoying their meals, the silence wasn’t awkward but it was still silence and you wanted to get to know him. That was the point of this date, wasn’t it? You didn’t know, and for a moment you began feeling severely out of your depth.

“Charles sent Scott and Storm to find me. Told me if I gave him 48 and helped him figure out what Magneto was doing before the UN conference that he would try and help me with the memories of my past. But I guess after those 48 hours I got attached. Even when I left to go find answers I always came back.” He took another bite of his food

“And did he help you?” You ask

“As much as he could. I know most of my story now but…still got fracture pieces. Don’t know where some memories are still from or why I even have them”

“Like what?”

He thinks for a moment, searching through the catalogue of memories recently discovered

“I remember a lab. Being cold. I think I way laying in a tank, because the memory is distorted. The same way the world looks when you have water in your eyes. And I remember the pain. But other than that, I have nothing. I know it’s an important memory, but I don’t know why” He confesses this all so honestly. You look at him as he speaks, his eyes searching as he looks at his food. You don’t think he’s really looking at it though. He's somewhere else when recounting this.

He shrugs and takes another bite of his food, he looks up when he sees your hand reach out to hold the one resting on the table. You run your fingers over the knuckles on his right hand. He was so open about this, from here, listening to him speak, you could hear in his voice how badly he wanted to explain, to understand. You assumed that he hadn’t told anyone about this. The only person who probably knows any of this is Xavier because he was the person who pulled these memories to the surface. But that isn’t the same as being able to share the story. Share the memories.

“Do you remember anything else?” You want him to keep sharing, you want to know more about him, but you also want to give him the opportunity to continue to tell whatever version of his story he remembers. You can hear it in the ease of his voice that he needs this.

“I’ve got memories of battles, fights and wars without context. Some faces, there was this one girl…her name was Kayla, I think. And…a man named Creed. But I don’t know why I know these names or these people” He huffs slightly, it sounds like a laugh but it’s missing humour

“I don’t even know how old I am, because you can’t date the age of my bones due to the Adamantium and because my cells are constantly regenerating, they aren’t aged the same way another people would be. I’m sure you’re probably the same with your regeneration.”

You nod your head slightly, agreeing. You wondered what was worse. Not being able to remember or remembering everything. You and Logan were complete opposite ends of this. Your memories kept you up at night, and his fractured ones plagued his sleep. You are missing parts of your life at the vile hands of others, and his was completely taken from him without him knowing for so long. Logan tries so hard to remember, and you try so hard to forget.

Logan pulls his hand out from under yours and places it over the top. Running the pad of his finger over the tendons in your hand.

His calloused hands felt so gentle over your skin.

“Hey-“ he says trying to get your attention. Your mind had wandered, and he had noticed “-don’t worry ‘bout me yeah? This ain’t for you to worry about”

You look at him and smile sadly “I just hope you can get your memories back”

The two of you go back to eating your food momentarily, the mood having taken a solemn turn. Logan decides to ask a question now.

He didn’t bother to ask about your backstory, he knows that isn’t a story you are ready to share. And he didn't need to ask why you were at Xavier’s school. He was the one that had picked you up at Charles request. Instead he asked about your life, in a future sence

“What do you want with your life? I mean…Xavier gave you a second chance, but that doesn’t mean you have to be at the school forever. What do you want?”

You were slightly taken aback at his question, for so long future had never been something to be considered. But he was right, about Xavier giving you a second chance

“I haven’t really though about it, I mean…I just needed time to get any semblance of my life back together. And I’m still working on doing that. So I haven’t really thought about anything long term”

He nodded “But that’s still something. It’s still a plan”

You hummed in agreement

The two of you continued to eat in a calm silence with conversation permeating the air around you between mouthfuls. Once the two of you finish the meal you sit and talk over your empty plates.

Your elbows are up on the table, your head in your hands as you lean forward listening as he talks. Logan was talking about the time he met Rouge and all of the misadventures they’d had since they’d met. He was such a good friend to Rouge. And from where you were standing it seemed that he was like a big brother to her. You were glad the two of them had each other.

As the date came to a close the two of you felt at ease and much closer with each other. The hours spent talking had began the building of a bridge between the two of you. You both felt content with the amount of ground you had covered.

Like a crack slowly being filled in enough for you to meet in the middle. Perhaps not quite yet, but it was a start.

The two of you rode back through the night, the moon high above your head.

When you got back to Xaviers mansion the bike rumbled to a stop in the garage and he helped you off once more.

“Good thing we got back before a full moon, you might’ve turned into a werewolf on the bike” you joked

He laughed “Wolverines aren’t Wolves” he corrected you

“What are they then?” You ask a smile on your face

Logan softly grabbed your chin and tilted it up towards him “Maybe I’ll tell you on our next date? But you gotta promise not to look it up before then. Deal?”

“Fine-“ you concede. “-But next date is my treat”

He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on your lips and lets go of your chin

“Sure thing” And with that Logan took your hand, like the gentleman he is, and lead you back to your room before walking back to his own.

You watch him walk down the hall, your door cracked open just a peek. And when he was gone you shut it. As the door clicked shut you sank to the floor in front of it, your cheeks a bright red and grin stretched across your lips.

Sorry this took so long guys. I promise I'll finish this one before I start any more projects. Either way I hope you enjoyed and keep your eyes out for future parts!

Part 7!

Dude I have so many fucking ideas. And writer's block the size of the Chrysler building and I need some help to pick what to write next. I usually find it easier to write if someone want's to read my work. So I wanna know what you guys are interested in seeing.

I have been writing so much recently and I am really really enjoying it but I want to know what you guys want to see next because I have had a few requests for other parts of old stories. Let me know what you want to see and I shall deliver

When you have writing ideas but some of the ideas aren't for your hyperfixation so you really want to write them but also can't be fucked because nothing is more important than your hyperfixation

Bruh :/

Summary: Whatever is going on between you and Logan finally comes loose. All that you two of been hiding for one another comes pouring out like a broken damn.

Word Count: 1.1k+

Tags: fluff, confessions, kissing, make out, lots of feelings

Once again I can't get over the fact of the title since they have not been drunk since part 1. But alas I digress, enjoy Lovies I know you've been waiting for this! It's only short but part 6 will be much longer.

You breathed deep and slow as Logan brought his face close to yours. Barely a breath between the two of your faces. He was stunning this close-up, it was easy for you to take in every single facet of his face this close. And study it as if it were under a microscope. Even his blemishes added to his completion in ways that made him inexplicably human.

And he couldn't help but switch between staring at your eyes and your lips. Their colour so vast and so vivid they looked like they were a cluster, of stars born from a nebula. And your lips were chapped but looked soft

"Logan I-" but you don't finish your sentence. Somehow cutting yourself off.

Your wall had broken down, at least one of them. The one that told you to stay away from Logan despite you so desperately wanting to be near him had broken and you had given into its weight.

You pushed your lips onto his and dropped the jackets you were holding bringing your hands up to the hem of his shirt and pulling him in.

Logan leaned into your advance happily and brought his body closer also. He breathed you in as you did the same. Relishing in the contact finally made between the two of you. The step you had finally taken that until now, neither of you had been brave enough to take.

His mouth was warm against yours and it tasted like stale cigars. His mouth was so soft and right against yours you didn't want to let go.

And Logan felt the same, with your breath mingling with his as his lips hit yours. They were just as soft as he expected but rougher also. The flesh untouched whilst the skin peeled.

You licked along his bottom lip, silently asking to take this further and he opens his mouth for you. Taking the hint.

Passionately you slid your tongue into his mouth and explored it. The warmth even more so now, his tounge tasted like whiskey as well as cigars and it was just like you thought he would be.

And you had thought about it.

The two of you were breathing heavily and by the time you pulled away you were out of breath. You pulled your lips away but neither of you moved further than was necessary the catch some air. A string of spit connected to the flesh on your bottom lips.

The two of you breathed hard and looked down at each other's feet.

"We should have done that earlier" Logan said, using his thumb to wipe the excess spit off his lips.

You let out a huff "Yeah- Logan, what did that mean to you?"

You cut to the chase immediately, that kiss was heavenly but if it was a spur of the moment thing you didn't want to be led on by him. You wanted his feelings to be clear to you now.

"Well we aren't friends anymore if that's what you're asking-" he tries to joke but it's not as funny as he hopes "-It means that I'm not kidding about all the things I've said. That I care about you, and that I want you to let me in"

So he wasn't joking. He wasn't just using you to let off some steam. Or to have someone to fall back on when he needs someone to snog. You swallowed hard. So glad of his response.

"What's it to you?" He asked in turn

"A confession. That I've liked you from the beginning"

"Huh, you have a funny way of showing it" he chuckles. You shove him in the chest lightly.

"That whole thing was your fault. You're mean when you're drunk"

He shugs in admittance. He looks at you he can't seem to tear his eyes way from what he sees. The beauty in you is endless. Not to mention how handsome you looked in a sweat soaked t-shirt.

"So, where do we go from here?" You ask, unsure about what happens after an unplanned kiss and a casual confession.

Logan thinks for a moment before giving you another chaste kiss "How about a date? Let's do this properly yeah? All traditional like"

You knew Logan was a gentleman, but you didn't realise he was such an old-timey gentleman. How old was Logan? You thought to yourself with an internal laugh. Maybe that was a question to ask over dinner.

"A date it is then. Tomorrow night at 7. I'll see you in the garage" you pick up your flannel and hand his jacket back to him before walking out of the danger room. Leaving Logan to smirk to himself like an idiot as he shrugged back on his jacket and switched off the Danger room.

You walked down the halls to your room hoping you wouldn't be seen. Luckily it was well into the AM and no one was awake, so it was easy to slip into your room. You chucked your flannel into the pile of dirty laundry on your floor and collapsed onto your bed. The sparing has finally tired you out.

But your mind was buzzing. All you could think of was that kiss with Logan and how good it felt. How much you'd wanted that but never allowed yourself to truly feel it. Feel that emotion, feel that want.

You were astonished by the events that lead you here. From the fight at the bar, to the meeting at the fountain, to your sparing match tonight.

Logan was hard to figure out and there was so much you didn't know about him. But maybe some of your questions could be answered over dinner.

You fell asleep that night thinking of your date with Logan and how much you wished this would work out for the better.

Logan had trudged off back to his room also, thinking only of you and your eyes. Of your smile, your lips and your strength. All of you was amazing and not to mention sexy. You had a decently good figure, and Logan had caught himself checking you out more than once tonight. He had been discreet but whilst you were staring at him by the orchard he chanced a glance or two at you as well. Looking at the veins in your arms as they rested on the fence. The width of your shoulders and the way the stubble you kept short on your face made you look all the more attractive.

From day one all he had hoped was to be close you. And now he was closer than he had ever imagined, and it was blissful. He couldn't remember the last time he was filled with such emotion that wasn't anger or hate. Maybe when he had first met Marie. But this was completely different and 10x better.

When he made it back to his room he took up one of his unlit cigars from his ashtray and lit it. Breathing in its earthy smoke. He sighed contentedly and thought only of you until he fell asleep.

I cannot wait for the date that is to come in part 6! Can you? I also take requests if you are interested!

Radio Silence

Word Count: 500+

Tags: family, family dynamics, sad, angst

Ever since Echo had left to join Rex and his cause Omega had been unable to tear herself away from the communications array in the hull of the ship.

She just sat there, staring at the flashing lights. He knees pulled to her chest as she hoped the communication link would flash and she would hear Echos voice on the other end of the comm. He'd been gone for almost 4 months now and it had been the same routine. Not much could pull her away from it.

And when she slept she had her wrist comm on. The arm she wore it on always clutched tight to her chest as she slept. Even when she rolled over in her bunk. Her arm stayed close to her heart so she would hear the link and instantly be awake.

When she woke up the first thing she would ask was "Any messages from Echo" and like usually there would be none. Radio silence

Hunter was worried for Omega. But he also understood. She had neber had a family before. And when Echo left she felt like she had lost a bit of her family. She had already lost Crosshair, even if she hadn't known him for long. And now Echo.

She just wished that Echo would come back to them. Even if it was just for a little while. She needed to see him again. But until then she would wait. Hoping as she got nothing but radio silence.

"Yeah kid we're fine"

Word Count: 600+

Tags: fighting, brothers, brother dyanmics, older sister Omega, hot headed crosshair, mentions of firearms

Hunter and Crosshair were bickering again. It was the same every day. Something new and trivial the two of them were butting heads over.

Why they were like this Creator only knows.

One day the conversation got more heated. They were talking about what to do with their weapons. Now that they were safe and secluded from the rest of the galaxy on Pabu they needed to figure out what they wanted to do with their weapons. Hardly anyone on Pabu owned a blaster. It just wasn't that place.

But they did. They owned a full arsenal and it was very out of place for this calm backwater island

The two of them were getting heated. Crosshair believe that they needed to keep their weapons just in case, he argued that the Empire had found them once. It could happen again. But Hunter refused to accept the possibility that they would ever need to fight again. Realistically he knew they might but didn't want to encourage any more violence to come walking into their lives.

"Crosshair we do not need to keep our blasters on us. We aren't in the war anymore"

"Hunter think logically. We are soldiers, always have been. Even if we get to have this life on Pabu that doesn't change that fact. We are still wanted. Even with Hemlock gone Omega is still a missing project the Empire doesn't have accounted for. We shouldn't let our guard down"

It had been going back and forth like this for a good hour now and everyone in the house was getting sick of it.

Omega kept out of her room listening to the whole ordeal. She understood where they were both coming from but she hated to see them at odds like this. She didn't want this. She didn't want them to keep fighting. It was like before Crosshair had left all over again. It was like how it was on Kamino when Tipoca city collapsed. Omega walked into the living area where the two of them were bickering and stood between them. Pushing them apart as she saw the two of them step into each other's spaces

"Can you two knock it off?!"

She always had to be the mediator in these things. It showed her age. Proving to them more than ever that she was definitely a Gen 1.

As usual Crosshair stormed out in a huff. It was better for him to go out and let off some steam than stay inside and explode. He was like a bomb even Wrecker couldn't defuse. Only he had the power to defuse himself.

"Are you ok?" She asked hunter since he was the one that had stayed. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was set in a glare. He tried to soften it as he looked at Omega. Un-furrowing his brow and unclenching his jaw.

"Yeah kid, were fine. Just...the same old things"

"I'm sure the two of you will figure it out. Just...make sure you do ok?"

Omega was too tired to offer any real advice or comfort. She needed space from these two hot heads but she knew that if she wasn't around they would ring each other's necks.

"Give him a minute and then go find him. Just talk it out ok?" She sighed and Hunter ruffled her hair.

"You really are our big sister aren't you"

She chuckled "You wouldn't know it little brother"

And with that she lightly pushed him towards the door that Crosshair had stormed out of and went back to her own room

Prompt: Nightmares

Word count: 500+

Tags: angst, sad, trauma, abandonment, family, hunter needs a hug

Hunter lay on his side his faces turned towards the metal wall of the Marauder. He hadn't slept 4 days and the fatigue had finally hit him as his body failed on him.

Hours earlier he had been talking to Wrecker when he collapsed to the floor. Wrecker caught him and took him to the bunk. He knew what had happened, aside from the normal amounts of worry he hadn't even paniced when Hunter fainted.

He was sad to say that this wasn't the first time this had happened.

In the past almost year they had been searching for Omega, Hunter's health had deteriorated significantlly. He didn't sleep, he hardly ate and every waking moment was tasked with finding Omega. Tracking people down who might know where to go. Infiltrating Imperial head quarters for any information whatsoever.

There wasn't time to rest.

But when Hunter did. It never had the desired affect.

He started having nightmares. Bad ones. He saw Tech. Over and over in his sleep, falling from that rail car. He watched from inside his visor as Omega kicked and screamed at him to let her go back for him. He couldn't let go of her.

In some dreams she broke free from his grasp and dived after him. Both of them going over into the valley. Sometimes the railcar broke with Wrecker on it, and he lost them both instead.

And every time the dreams felt worse and worse. More and more real each time he had them.

Sometimes he would see Hemlock. His troopers holding a limp Omega in their arms and taking her away. His feet stuck to the floor swallowed by cement. He was helpless as he watched them take her away.

These nightmares twisted themselves into horrible versions of the original each time he had them. And it was every night. Every night they would plague his dreams and haunt his waking moments.

He would sit bolt upright, sweating and breathing hard. Terrified of something that was only in his mind.

He once pulled his vibroknife on Wrecker who had attempted to wake him up, believing him to be Hemlock.

His mind was a cruel place. With Echo off to help them and Rex doubling as an information bank as well as outside aid. Tech gone, lost to the depths of a cruel, unforgiving valley that was more like a black hole. Crosshair, who had betrayed them and then risked everything to keep Omega safe. And Omega, who was stuck who knows where doing who knows what. Being treated like some lab rat the way the Kaminoans had.

At night he was afraid for her. And in the day time he was fiercely angry at Hemlock who had taken her from them.

His nightmares wouldn't stop him though. He would fight tooth and nail until he found her. He didn't care if he had to go beyond the reaches of the outer rim.

As long as he found her. Maybe some of those nightmares could be put to rest. And he could finally breathe.

But until then, the nightmares would continue

Prompt: "I didn't think we'd make it this far"

Word Count: 600+

Tags: fluff, sad, light angst, reminiscing

Wrecker sat lazily on the balcony of the Batchers new home. Staring out over the ocean as the light of the moon sent shimmers over the waves. Living on Kamino all his life he had only seen storms and torrential waves crashing against each other like a violent mess of salt and seaweed. This stark contrast was much more beautiful though. And if he was being honest he would have happily sat here for the rest of his life and simply watched as the waves rolled in and out. The sun and moon taking turns to cast their glow onto the deep blue.

He heard the ‘ppst’ of the door as it slid open and shut again, someone walking outside to join him. He looked up to see Hunter sitting beside him on the other chair they had sitting on their porch.

“It’s beautiful ain’t it?” he remarks nodding his head towards the view as he speaks.

“Much better than what we used to see all the time on Kamino”

“Yeah!” he exclaimed

The two of them sat, listening to the wind and the wildlife and the sea. Relaxing into this blissful state, one that was unfamiliar but very very welcome.

“Hey Hunter…is this real?”

“What do you mean?” Hunter asks as he turns to look at Wrecker, bringing his head up from where it rested on his clasped hands.

“Well, I mean, this sometimes just feels too good to be true, y’know!”

Wrecker tilted his head and pursed his lips for a moment “When I first got my scar-“ he pointed at the side of his face, the light pink and white puckered scar that stretch like a bolt of lightening across his features “-I thought I was done for, that explosion was nasty and I was in the med bay for five days. But I made it and we went on to do so many more missions”

He stopped looking away from the sea to the terracotta that made up the balcony floor “And after that, it was just mission after mission. And I’d never thought I’d do anything else. And yet here we are. Living all domestic like, like the civilians we used to help”

He pauses again, trying to think about what he wanted to say. Hunter could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he watched Wrecker think. He didn’t interrupt him. He wanted Wrecker to say what he needed to say. It wasn’t often he was serious like this

“I guess I just never thought we’d make it this far. There were so many times I thought we were gonners. I don’t like sayin’ it. But it’s true. And here we are…well most of us”

Both of their thoughts turn to Tech. He was the only one of them who hadn’t made it this far. The only one who never got to see the end of their war. The war they had been born to fight in. The war they had no say in except for at the end of a blaster.

“I bet he would have liked what we’ve built. How much Crosshair’s changed and how much Omega has grown. Bet he would have been real proud”

He lifts his chest as he says that last sentence. He could always see the good in things even when they felt bleak and hopeless. It brought Hunter’s spirits up as well, even if it was only slightly.

Like Omega, Wrecker had a way of lighting up anything he was around. Conversations felt lighter, rooms felt brighter and bleak situations felt more accomplishable.

“Yeah, I think he would have. And neither did I. Sometimes felt like we would be soldiers until our dying day. And really we were. The Empire thinks were dead anyway”

“HAH! Jokes on them. Were out here living the life whilst they do fancy pants government things on Coruscant!"

Hunter chuckled and he turned his head back to watching the sea as Wrecker did the same

They didn’t think they would make it this far. But they did.

Prompt: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?"

Word Count: 600+

Tags: Lyana/Omega, shipping, fluff, big brother Crosshair

Crosshair watched as Omega walked through Pabu

Hand in hand with Lyana.

The two of them were talking, giggling occasionally and sometimes walking in comfortable silence sneaking glances at each other when the other could see.

But Crosshair could see everything on his perch. He was like a hawk, hiding in a tree waiting to strike. Although strike might have been to vicious of a word for what he was waiting for. Maybe confront instead.

See he had no knowledge of how relationships worked outside of the one he had with his brothers. But he knew there was something going on between Omega and Lyana. And don’t get him wrong he was happy for them. He thought, considering all that Omega had been through, that this display of normalcy was good for her. He just wanted to know that she knew what was going on. Though he knew that she did.

As they continued to walk together they found a spot to rest and stopped to chat for a while. As the sun began to set the two of them seemed to be saying good bye until Omega took Lyana into a hug and then gave her a small peck on her cheek.

Just like Crosshair had suspected, there was something going on between the two of them. He let a small smirk climb its way onto his face as he watch them part. He was glad Omega had found someone to care for.

But you would never see him show it, and if anyone found out he would deny it instantly.

Crosshair climbed down from his perch and weaved his way through the building to intercept Omega on her way home. He seamlessly slipped out of a side street and fell into step with Omega.

She didn’t stop as she turned to smile at him. He cheeks a little flush.

“So, when were you planning on telling us about that?”

Omega looked a little surprised, but it didn’t last long. She knew Crosshair was always hovering, always watching. He knew everything that happened in their family. As if he was in multiple places all at once.

“I don’t know, it’s not really anything yet. We haven’t talked about it”

“That’s fine, you don’t gotta tell the others until your ready kid”

Omega looked at her feet as she walked an smiled

“I used to love watching Tech and Phee together, they seemed to make each other really happy. I always wanted to have what the had” her smiled faded a bit talking about Tech, Phee had often been off on more missions since she heard what happened. Omega missed her, but she understood.

She was the first one to know what went on between the two of them. Tech eventually telling her on his own. Much to her surprise.

And what she had with Lyana felt the same. It was nice. She just didn’t know what it was

“Yeah…the two of them were good together. Tech seemed happier” Crosshair sighed

He missed his brother, very much. And so much on Pabu reminded him of Tech, though he didn’t always understand why. He wanted to move on and think of something else so he put his handless arm on Omega’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manor.

“Either way kid, take your time with her. I can tell you two are like two rats in a swamp” he chuffed light heartedly

She mock glared at him in response and the two of them walked in comfortable silence all the way back to their house in lower Pabu.

Acting like neither of them knew anything about Omega and Lyana’s shared moment.

Hold Still

Summary: Omega gets a gift from Phee and she want's to try it out on her brothers

Word Count: 600+

“Tech can you hold still please” This was the fifth time Tech had absently pulled his hand away from Omegas as she was trying to apply a second coat of polish to her nails. He had been fidgeting the entire time and when he forgets what he was in the middle of doing to start some other activity Omega had to catch his wrist and sit him back down on the other side of the table. She nearly knocked the bottle over this time. Spilling the orange all over their stainless steel pull out table of the marauder.

Phee had given her a set when they had seen her last and she had been obsessed she had painted her fingers and even her toes all at once she was that exited. But she only had so many fingers and toes and she needed a victim volunteer, and Tech was the first to be cornered and coerced. It wasn’t hard to get him to agree, once she told him that he would constantly be wearing gloves and boots so no one would see it he saw no reason not to.

She was using an orange colour that match the one on his newly decorated suit, but she was getting it all over his fingers instead of his nails because he just would not. hold. Still.

“Tech-“ Omega said “If you don’t stop moving I’m going to use that horrible pink colour”

Tech sighed and sat back down, his data pad sat on the table as the already dried hand tapped away on the screen. Tech was usually bustling about the ship, fixing things or upgrading machinery (he didn’t know the definition of ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it) or reading the galaxy wide intercoms to see where their next mission might lead them.

But he wanted to do this for Omega, but sitting and concentrating on one thing was simply not stimulating enough.

“What exactly is the purpose of colouring your nails?”

“It’s fun” Omega said as she stuck her tongue between her teeth as she concentrated

“But what purpose does it serve?”

“Makes you look pretty, Phee said people do it to make themselves feel pretty”

When Tech had seen Phee last her nails were a deep shade of purple that contrasted the gold of her accessories, and he had to admit she did look rather nice.

“So, it is a purely cosmetic procedure”

“Yeah, if you want to say it like that”

Omega continued to swipe over Tech’s fingers with the colour, being as delicate as possible trying not to make more of a mess than she already had.

After she was done Tech took his hands and studied them. The vibrant colour on his neutral toned fingers look strange, but he had to admit he did like the colour.

“Thank you, Omega, you have done an excellent job. I thoroughly enjoyed this experience” He thought to himself a moment before taking one Omega’s hands in his own and taking the brush from her hand. He delicately made a line down her index finger and then took the purple to do the inverse on his own.

“There. Now we match”

Omega smiled looking at hers and Tech’s nails “Thank you Tech”

He smiled softly back at her “You are very welcome Omega”

She stood up and looked a Wrecker laying on his bunk getting some shut eye. Nap time was over, its time for her next victim

“Wreckers turn” she snickered at him and walked over to his sleeping form

Tech chuckled and turned back to the cockpit. If only Crosshair could see them now

I really think I should change the title since they haven't been drunk for the last 5 parts but oh well it's stuck now

Summary: You and Logan have been able to move past all that has happened, and slowly you two are becoming closer. Maybe the quicker than the two of you believe at first

Word Count: 2.9k+

Tags: fluff, friendly fighting, almost a confession

After your late night meeting you and Logan attempted to be civil. The unease between the two of you had disappeared but you still felt unsure about where you stood with him.

He was compassionate but he was like that with everyone at the mansion. His anger and standoffish attitude was a stark contrast to his compassionate moments. Logan wasn't an asshole, but he wasn't the easiest guy to get along with. These two personality traits of his clashed but someone how balanced him at the same time.

The two of you nodded at each other as you passed in the halls. You sometimes visited him between classes but not often. You were making an effort to try and get yourself out there but it was all new to you. And you still didn't want to get in anybody's way or cause any problems. The habit of acting like you didn't exist for other people convenience was a hard one to break. But Logan's words had really hit where it mattered and you were trying to take it on board.

What he said about everyone having at least one person to stick by was something you thought about often. And you guessed that you chose Logan. It wasn't unexpected perse but more of a risk. Because you didn't know if he would choose you back. In your head it was like an unrequited friendship...but he had approached you first. So maybe it wasn't unrequited? You didn't know. And it hurt your head to think about it too much.

Logan was glad to see you around more often. Not ignoring him anymore. He didn't know why it bothered him so much but it just did. And he was glad that you didn't seem so sullen around the halls. You were by no means happy go lucky or bubbly...not at all. But he did notice a change. You held your head a little higher. You went out of your way to say hello to the kids that passed by you. Even bringing coffee to Storm and Scott during their lessons.

You brought him a "coffee" once as well at the break between his last lessons of the day. The coffee was in fact whiskey disguised in a coffee mug and he was quite surprised when you handed it to him with a finger pressed silently to your lips. You didn't bother to stick around. But he understood the sentiment behind the gesture. The change was evident in and of itself. He wasn't going to push you. He knew how hard you were trying already.

One night, a sleepless night like usual, you were out in the garden again. This time wandering around by the orchard towards the back of the school. The trees weren't in bloom yet but their leaves were green and full of life so you knew it wouldn't take long. You were tired, you felt exhausted but your brain was wired which made your body buzz. How those two things worked you didn't know, they just did. Maybe it was because the fatigue had set in really badly and your body was overcompensating with adrenaline. Probably not a good sign but like every other night you ignored it.

From behind you you heard a twig snapping and you turned to see Logan walking towards you in the moonlight. You hoped he would come see you again at night but he hadn't since that evening.

Logan looked at you as he walked with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He watched as you turned to look at him. You arms resting on the fence dividing the properties.

"Hey" you called softly

"Can't sleep?" He asks in response

"Yup, thinking about too much I guess. Too...pent up" you say sighing

"About what?"

You tapped your nose "That's for me to know" you say cheekily but it's half hearted, 'and you to find out' you finish the phrase in your head. You didn't like it when he pried. But a small part of you wished he did. So you would have an excuse to tell somebody about what was on your mind. But considering the first time he'd done that it ended in disaster, he didn't ask.

He let out a small laugh, the type that only goes out your nose in one puff of breath.

Logan joins you on the fence. The two of you stand in silence together as the wind makes the trees rustle and your hair being pushed to the one side, your fringe being pushed off your head.

Logan's cowlicks remained umoved as the wind continued to blow.

You watched him as his eyes flowed over the branches of trees in front of you. He was rushing the view before him.

His brown eyes were beautiful in the moonlight, lighter than normal in contrast to the blue light that the moon gave off. In the sunlight they were like whiskey but in the moonlight they were like tigers eye jemstones. Deep and rich with hints of gold, only revealing itself in certain lights.

They were breath taking. All of his feature were. His curly brown hair, his mutton chops that dulled the sharpness of his jaw but framed his face. Their was a tiredness to his face that outweighed the boyish charm his face still held. You didn't know much about Logan's past. But you could tell that he had been through enough to age him years more than he was.

Logan turned his head and caught you staring.

"The view is in front of us, bub"

You blink and look away, staring far into the distance instead. You sigh and cursed yourself self for getting distracted. What was wrong with you?

Suddenly Logan nudge you in the side with his elbow "C'mon, let's spar for a bit"

"Now? Won't that wake everyone?"

"Not in the danger room it won't"

He smirks at you and pushes away from the fence walking back towards the mansion. After a moment's hesitation you follow him

The two of you walk through the manor, passing no one on your way, taking the elevator down to the war room and down the hall to the Danger room. The flashy X door turns and opens and the two of you step inside. Logan fiddles with the computer for a moment until the room transforms into a forest landscape. The trees are corporal to the touch. It was incredible.

You would have to ask Hank someday how he did it.

Logan walks away from the computer as it disguises itself in the landscape it created. He turns to face you and pulls off his jacket discarding it by a tree which he marks with a single claw scratch.

You roll your neck trying to get the kinks out of it, knowing your head will have to be on a swivel with Logan.

He purposefully picked a landscape that he would be more accustomed to. You’d lived in the city all your life, even when you were shunned you stayed in the slums on the streets. Skulking in back alleys. You knew the concrete jungle. Not the real one

Logan cracks his knuckles flexing his fingers as he protracts his claws.

You watch as the skin in between his knuckles splits open, you think about how painful that must be for him. You cringe internally.

"You ready bub?"

"Yeah, bub. Just don't go easy on me. I'm not as fragile as you might think"

He smirks and gets down low. You roll up the sleeves of your flannel and bring your arms up into a defensive position.

He makes the first move. Running at you full speed, you counter by sliding between his legs, he attempts to stab you as you go down but misses. You jump up and give him a light kick in the back.

He turns to you and growls though the smirk hasn't left his lips.

He lunges for you again this time making a fake right and then spinning left to slash at you. You doge out of the way of his attack but he nick's your arm. The not too deep gashes appear and disappear on your arm.

"Is that all you got?" You goad him, an almost flirtatious tone to your voice.

Both of you were becoming hot and bothered as you fought. The sweat dripped off his face as it soaked through his tank top, sticking it to his chest. You had pulled off your flannel at some point and discarded it by the same tree Logan had his leather.

You continue to leap for him, repaying his onslaught with your arms up for defence and your legs out to attack.

Logan is clearly in his element as he evades your futile attempts at attacks. You hadn't been able to land a worthwhile blow yet but he hadn't knocked you down either.

Logan was dodging behind trees, swinging from low branches and kicking off the trunks to give him a height-advanced attack. He's fast and it takes all your concentration to turn and counter his attacks.

At one point he disappears from sight and you look around frantically. Panting hard from the half hour you are sure has passed by.

You turn looking this way and that but in the split second you face your back to him Logan leaps at you and knocks you to the ground. The force of his body weight slamming into yours sent you to the leaf strewn ground with a hard thud.

He stood over you as you tried to jump up. Holding a set of claws to your face

You keep your hands up, breathing hard as he breathed equally as hard over you. The two of you stay there for a while. Logan isn't continuing the fight but you aren't ready to give up.

Logan was right a fight was a good idea but now you were pent up in other ways. Every time Logan had pushed you around or you had countered his attacks the touches sent shivers down your spine amongst the warmth that flooded your body from the exercise.

You were enjoying Logan's company but maybe more than just as a good sparring partner. You had to admit that Logan was pretty easy on the eyes. And not too bad looking disheveled from the exercise either.

More than once you had caught yourself looking at his toned arms and tight chest. And not just because he happened to be attacking you with full force.

But Logan had been noticing the same things about you. Each time you managed to land a punch. Even if it was weak he felt pride and even some joy in the fact that he could finally spar with someone he didn't have to hold back with.

Your hair was darker than usual and flat to your head. Your body was almost as tonned as his and he started to understand why he got so many looks whenever he wore something semi tight.

You were quite handsomely built. Not that he let that distract him.

Ok maybe it did a little bit. He wondered what you would look like with your shirt off. He hoped that maybe if he ran you around enough you would over heat and take it off.

His heart had skipped a beat when you took your flannel off to inadvertently show your arms off.

As he stood over you he panted watching the way your eyes flicked over his body. He was waiting for you to concede. Not making you give up but giving you the option.

You took the third option. You grabbed the arm pointed at you and pulled with all your might. You brought your foot up and pushed into his stomach. Using the momentum to lift him up and over your head and onto his back. You scrambled onto him to hold him down.

You might just win this fight.

You allow all your body weight to push him into the fake earthen ground. Holding his hands by his head so he couldn't scratch you and keeping your legs squeezed against his waist so he couldn't move his hips too much. You didn't want him pulling a move on you.

It was your turn to look down at him now.

And damn did he look good in this position

Logan was inclined to agree. He swallowed hard as he looked up into your face. Now that he was closer he could see the light stubble that was growing across your jaw. The specks of hair on your cheeks and above your upper lip.

It gave you that edge to your look and he found it quite attractive.

You watched as his eyes twitched as he looked at your face. Moving his eyes only as far as they needed to go to scan your face.

"Do I win?" You ask cockily a smirk being pulled into your face

The two of you pant roughly and it takes him a minute to respond.

"Dunno, are you finished bub? Or do you wanna go a round two?"

This conversation was beginning to sound less like sparring and more like something else.

The adrenaline from this fight was melting away any lack of confidence you had. Replacing it with stoic triumph and gall.

"I bet you'd like that wouldn't you. Be able to top me for real if I was tired out from another round"

The words left your mouth but as you said them you heard them echo in your head and you felt a warmth creep up your neck that had nothing to do with the sparing.

This was getting out of hand and you were starting to question your choices. You let go of Logan and stood up. Stepping away from him.

He has the same slight scowl in his face as he always does but you thought you saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Logan was indeed disappointed. Not only in the space you had created between the two of you but how your bravado from before suddenly withered away like a flower doused with poison.

He watched as you turned away and walked to pick up your flannel and he followed. He wasn't going to let you walk off on him this time. Especially when something was going on now.

He had seen that glint in your eyes even if it was brief. Something was happening here and he was going to confront you about it.

He realised now why you allured him so much, why he was desperate to keep track of you after that night at the bar. Hell why he had followed you to that barnin the first place.

Yes alright he admits it he followed you.

As you bend over to scoop up your jacket and hand Logan's back to him you turn to see him inches from your face.

In surprise you take a step back and bump into the tree.

He leant forward and put a hand on the trunk by your head and the other by your hip

"Why do you keep running from me?" Logan asks. His voice low.

His face is so close to yours you could have counted the individual hairs of his mutton chops.

You swallowed and he watched as your Adams apple bobbed with the movement.

"You can let people in you know. It sure as hell ain't easy, I know."

You had no idea why Logan was so close. Why was he confronting you like this again? Why were his eyes were the prettiest thing you had ever seen?

You startled yourself with that thought and had to look away, turning your head to the side. But then you were startled once more as his calloused hand pulled at your chin softly turning your head back to face him.

Your eyes widen as you look at him. A somber tenderness in your voice. Like you were a lost child or an injured creature.

And maybe you were. A mutant with a dark past could be likened to that of a downed bear.

"I told you. I can't get close to people"

He cocked his head and let go of your chin

"You seem pretty close to me. And you didn't seem to unhappy about me joining you outside either. That's more than anyone else here has done"

You press your back harder against the tree as he moves into your space even more. All the while without touching you.

"...sometimes there are exceptions" you whisper as you continue to look at his eyes. He was so close you could see your own reflection in them. It was confronting.

He was confronting. He was standing in your space and you were letting him. This time he didn't even have to hold you to keep in place. Given the choice you wouldn't have moved anyway.

Logan's eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. He could smell the deep rich tones in your scent this close. The salt and the earth mixed with your musk from all the training. He watched as your eyes glistened in the artificial light from the danger room.

He studied every inch of your face like it was a master piece crafted by Michelangelo himself. And to Logan you were. As detailed as the marble he carved but as hardy as it too. Almost impenetrable on contact.

"Am I your exception?" Logan asks bringing his face closer to yours and lowering his voice even more. The bass of his tone mixed with the quietness of voice.

"Because I think your mine"

Logan knew now you were something special to him. Like human magnetism that pulled him towards you. Even if he wanted to pull away he couldn't. He should have noticed when you first joined the team but he only fully understood now.

And you understood why you sought his attention and his approval at first. Logan inspired you as a hero and as a person. But it was so much more than that, he was alluring and too hard to stay away from.

That's why you had to leave that night, to drink away any and all feelings. Because in the end they all came back to Logan.

"Just let me in, please" he whispered. His breath hitting your lips as he spoke

Oh yes I am being that bitch. You guys are going to have to wait for part 6 for me to get to juicy stuff. I am going to drag this out as long as possible hahah!

Part 6 is here! (finally)