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theyraylovehate · 1 year

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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manicr · 1 year

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Sniktfam names

Since I know it's a hot debate (though I usually avoid those) I'm gonna just make a statement on what I'm doing to avoid an upset inbox or quarrels in the tags.

James "Logan" Howlett/Wolverine: I call either Logan or Wolverine depending on if I'm thinking of him in his hero role or not. Writers use Logan, and we didn't know about the James part for ages.

Laura Kinney/Howlett/X-23/Wolverine: I use Laura or depending on when it was set Wolverine (since she took up her mantle) or X-23. The name X-23 was denounced in her current form but If I'm talking about teen or child Laura then that was her moniker. For tagging purposes I will try to fit as many of the names in for spread of content.

Laura Kinney from the Vault has now taken the name Talon. I'll use Talon or vault/old Laura for her.

Gabrielle "Gabby" Kinney/Howlett/Scout/Honeybadger: I use Gabby. I frankly do not like the name Scout, so I use Gabby.

Akihiro/Daken/Fang: (Note: Akihiro has not claimed a surname.) I use Akihiro or depending on when it was set Fang (since he took up the name) or Daken. The name Daken was denounced in his current form as of 2022/2023, but If I'm talking about before then, or setting it earlier in the timeline, I will use Daken. For tagging purposes I will try to fit as many of the names in for spread of content.

Using old code names, even when they are insulting, is to place it in a time-frame. These aren't real people, their names serve a narrative purpose.

Using X-23 in the earlier runs showed that Laura did not yet see herself as something else than what the Facility made her. It was a narrative device to show that she struggled with identity, purpose and growth. There was narrative satisfaction and momentum when she DID change her code-name to Wolverine. It was a cathartic to let go of the old name, it showed her forward momentum.

The issue is the same with Akihiro using Daken and then letting it go. Daken was the identity he used when he was a tool under Romulus, and those that came after, it was the name he used to embrace the hurt others caused rather than to redefine himself. Daken (Mongrel/Mutt) is him denigrating himself yet also reclaiming it. Narratively, it also serves as his villain code-name. It shows him being what others thought of him: you think I'm bad, I'll show you bad. Him being given the title and taking up Fang for acts of heroism are again a point of narrative satisfaction. Name change to symbolize growth.

Then one can have the discussion of how bad in taste Daniel Way, Steve Dillon and Marjorie Liu (who early stepped in to define the character) were in picking Daken for a biracial character as a narrative device of identity and later growth. Most fans are happy with him no longer carrying a code-name that is that implicit insult, and are satisfied with one that reflects his heroic status.

Real world note: biracial and mixed people in Japan are very discriminated against, but the term daken (駄犬 kana reading だけん) is not used as a slur: it literally means mongrel/cur and refers to real dogs. Rather Hāfu (ハーフ, "half"); the slightly more positive Daburu (ダブル, lit. double); the slur Konketsuji (混血児, lit. mixed-blood child) are used, among other more specific terms.

It is as such a very IRL influenced choice to have his heritage as a point of narrative conflict and a code-name that reflects that conflict; and they did avoid the IRL slurs for a person who would have been in that situation IRL, making up their own word i.e. daken, which of course, might in practice be used but is not THE slur related to hafu.

I'm very aware and have been personally affected by the IRL issue of racial/national slurs (I was considered a hurri and literally beaten for it), but fiction does not follow the same rules. Its point is to create narrative conflict and then resolve it; both Laura and Akihiro's stories re: names have followed this. Narratives have the right to write about the uncomfortable, scary and traumatizing since those are a part of human experience; muting those voices mute the stories of those who have suffered.

As an additional note: I will not police or care what others use. For me, personally, these are narrative devices. Feel free to disagree. But I won't go into deep discussion on it either.

#the name debate #whoop here it goes...

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Lucky - Logan Howlett smut

The one where Logan catches you touching yourself when you’re supposed to be his.

Warnings: masturbation (f), oral sex (f), slight voyeurism, playful possessiveness, reader is a dumbass, Logan is in love, p in v, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a single spank, kind of a cum kink?, creampie

A/N: If a man tries to control when you can orgasm without your consent, please ignore him and get yourself another one. Logan here is obviously jesting and even if he were to create such a rule, he’d only enforce it with his girlfriend’s acceptance, of course. Day 4 of kinktober and the prompts were masturbation + eating out.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

As soon as I hear my room’s door close behind me, the stress of the day started to leave my tense muscles. Just being surrounded by my stuff, that I’d been carefully collecting since my arrival in Charles’ academy four months before, was enough to send the message to my brain: you’re home, relax. No one is going to disturb you here.

It wasn’t necessarily true, of course, which was one of the cons of living in the same place that I worked, but the probability of one of my students coming all the way here to ask for help, advice, or any other sort of guidance was extremely low, thankfully. As 5pm approached, the youngsters too began to relax, opting to look for social activities or hobbies to occupy their time instead of training and studying. In all my time here, no one except teachers had come to bother me in my own bedroom, and even that was extremely rare. Everyone seemed to understand the need for some alone time after a day of responsibilities.

So that’s why this room that was designated to me had this ability to instantly make me feel better, I guess. Up until now, the only other place that managed to make me feel so safe wasn’t actually an environment, but a person.

Logan.

We’d been some sort of unspoken thing for a while now, only about a month. Despite his usual grumpiness that seemed to be directed to keep me away from him right after my arrival, the fact that I didn’t seem to care quickly made him curious, and this curiosity soon became a particular interest in seeing me underneath him, moaning pleasurably in his bed.

He made me feel safe, and the truth was that I didn’t care that after a month, we still hadn’t decided to give a name to what we had. All that mattered to me was that he wanted to spend time with me too and that he treated me right.

But he’d been gone for the last four days on a special mission assigned by Professor X, so that meant that my current situation couldn’t really be blamed solely on my student’s behavior for the day. Oh, no. This particular tension came after my body had grown accustomed to being treated to multiple orgasms night after night, only to be abruptly denied those treats.

I missed him. I hadn’t had to touch myself in over a month and I’d spent the last few nights depriving myself of it because I knew I could never give myself the kind of pleasure that Logan could. Only he wasn’t here, and I was going crazy, especially since no one had any idea of when he would be back.

I needed him.

So I decided to grant me at least some sort of relief, as pathetic as it’d be, in the hopes of calming my longing body. The first thing I did was strip down to nothing. My favorite pampering activity was a nice warm bath after a stressful day of classes, and from Logan’s comments, I knew he liked it when I took the time to lather myself up in essential oils, too. On more than one occasion he commented that it made me smell “good enough to eat”.

It was only after said bath that I laid down on my still-made bed, spread out to appreciate the silkiness of my own skin after a good hydration session. The smell of coconuts from my favorite cream helped to ease me into the right state of mind, that I so desperately needed so I could start softly running my fingers over my thighs without that stupid inner voice that wanted to make me recoil in embarrassment.

I was a grown woman in the privacy of her own room. It was stupid to be timid about needing to touch myself, so I focused on the desire I could feel rising through me, and not on any other pop-up thought that insisted on making its way into my brain.

It became a lot easier when I thought about my lover.

Oh, how I wished Logan was here. He’d love to see me in this position, legs spread open for his eyes to take. Only the thought of his piercing eyes fixated in my naked body was enough to get me wet, and that elicited another memory of him. How he’d groan when the smell of my juices hit his nose, immediately prompting him to get on his knees in front of me and bury his head between my thighs. He’d lap me up eagerly, hungrily, like I was an entire feast dedicated to him after a life of restraint. As passionate a lover as Logan was, I don’t think there was anything he loved more than eating pussy.

If he was here, he’d say mine was the only one that provoked such an animalistic reaction from him. I’d laugh, refusing to believe anything that came out of his mouth when all he could think about was burying himself inside of me, but I’d blush nonetheless. A part of me wanted to believe I was special to him, despite his years and the number of women he’d most certainly laid with, mostly because he was special to me, too.

But I couldn’t afford this sort of thought, so I opted to focus on the memory of how Logan’s tongue felt against my clit. I let a single finger touch it, trying to mirror the same pattern of movement he’d make. It was nowhere near the same sensation, but it was enough to prompt me to release a little moan of pleasure.

We were starting to get somewhere.

Logan’s P.O.V.

After four long days of fuckery, the only thing I could think about was going back home straight to my girl’s arms. So as soon as we were through the academy’s doors, I took the stairs two at a time to go directly into her room, having memorized her schedule long enough to know that she’d most likely be there.

No one tried to get in my way. They knew better.

Much to my surprise, as I approached the now familiar doors to her room, a familiar scent engulfed me, prompting me to tune into the sweet sounds that I’d dreamed about these last nights. They were very discreet, but for someone with my enhanced abilities and extreme focus on her body and reactions, it was very obviously there.

Blindly, I reached for her door, slowly pushing it open and welcoming the warmth and overwhelming perfume that I’d come to associate with her presence, especially during the times she was releasing these delicious little moans. Immediately, my ears picked up on another, much dirtier tune: the squelching sounds her fingers elicited from her sweet pussy as she fucked herself.

I almost fell to my knees, as my legs suddenly lost the ability to keep me upright, but I was able to hold myself back just in time. Wouldn’t want to miss the show, especially when it was making me so fucking hard.

Finally venturing further into the room, I came face to face with the beauty waiting for me. She hadn’t noticed my arrival yet, too preoccupied with her pleasurable activities, her eyes closed shut in concentration as her mouth fell open in that delicious silent scream I liked to swallow so much.

I watched as she touched herself a bit more, attentively looking for the telling signs that she was close to her release, and just when the muscles on her thigh began to clench, I leaned over her and wrapped my hand around her wrist, pulling her fingers from inside her cunt. The surprised gasp she let out made me smirk.

I sucked on her fingers, enjoying my first taste of her after what felt like forever. A deep groan erupted from my chest at her sweetness invading my mouth. “Missed me?” I teased when I finally reopened my eyes to find her staring back at me with a lustful expression.

“You have no idea just how much,” was her answer. I was enough of a man to feel proud of her response, but it also became clear just how much I had actually become soft for the woman under me - a stark contrast to the hardness I could feel restricting my jeans.

When she first arrived at the academy, I hadn’t expected her to become as important to me as she had now, but just as I struggled to take off my clothes as quickly as possible before kneeling before the bed, pulling her by the ankles so she was spread out just in front of my face, I couldn’t really deny it. I’d do anything to keep her with me, just like this.

“I think I have some idea of it…” I teased her just as I softly ran my fingers over her pussy lips, simply collecting the wetness that had gathered there.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

He once more wrapped his lips over his wet fingers and moaned at my taste in his mouth. “How are you this fucking sweet?” Was all he asked before he delved right in, parting my thighs with his large hands and licking from my puckered hole to my clit.

“Fuck!” I cursed, throwing one of my hands over my head, to find something to hold onto, while the other found its way into his hair, pulling on it just the way I knew he liked. I felt his groan reverberating through me before he chuckled, briefly stopping his ministrations to stare up at me with his lower face dripping from my wetness.

“I love when I can make you curse.” Biting my lip, I accepted that I couldn’t retaliate his teasing while he continued to eat me out. His tongue easily engulfed my whole pussy, so just that was enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm in a way I could never grant it to myself. “Come on, sweet girl,” he admonished, slapping my thigh. “Ride my face. Give me what I came here for.”

I obeyed him without even thinking about it. This was just how it was when it came to us. He asked me to strip, my panties were on the floor before he finished his sentence. He ordered me to get on my knees, my mouth was instantly watering at the sight of him.

But God, did he deliver. My compliance came very easily when it came to a man like him, so eager to please beyond what his body could already offer. I’d been with many men before who, while obviously not as well-endowed as him, had been on the bigger side, and they always left me needing more, like they believed their dick’s length was enough to satisfy me without any real effort from their part.

Not Logan, though. Oh, no. Logan thrived on making me cum, over and over again. He liked to say he’d live on my pussy alone if possible, and by the way he very hungrily ate me out for hours on end at times, I knew he was being honest.

I sometimes liked to entertain the idea that I was the one who brought out that side of him, but I knew better. Someone like Logan had a lot of experience, I was dumb to think that I might be somewhat special to him, somehow. So I didn’t.

Instead, I allowed the filthy sounds of my wetness being gurgled down by him to bring me back to this moment, choosing to focus instead on how delicious his tongue felt against my clit, how he happily accepted my movements as I buckled up, in search of my orgasm.

I was right over the edge, in need of just a little something else to push me over it when Logan suddenly decided to open his eyes and focus them on me. The sight of his darkened eyes and dilated pupils was enough to make me throw my head back against the soft pillows of my bed as I reached bliss.

When the stars of light disappeared from my vision and I came to my senses, Logan was still in the same spot in front of me, his thumbs softly caressing the inside of my thighs. “You’re back with me, darlin’?” He asked in that deliciously gruff voice of his, and I shivered, nodding breathlessly as I wetted my lips. “So now, let’s have a talk. Who said you could touch yourself while I’m away, huh?”

I blinked once, then twice. My mouth was slightly agape as I looked down at Logan, still sprawled out for his viewing pleasure while my mind raced to make sense of his words. “I-I don’t understand,” I finally confessed, my eyes following his movement as he climbed up on the bed until we were face to face for the first time since his return.

Logan’s P.O.V.

I tsked teasingly, leaning down to deposit a quick kiss on the corner of her lips. “I asked you…” I breathed out on her ear, watching as goosebumps raised over her skin. “... who said you could touch yourself, darlin'. Because last I checked…” I cupped her cunt with one of my hands, chuckling lightly at how I was able to cover it with my palm. “... this pussy was mine and only mine.”

“I-it was?” Now, hold my heart (and my cock) but she just looked too fucking cute with that confused look on her face, her eyebrows frowned as she stared at me like I had grown two fucking heads.

“Of course, sweetheart. Now, I know we hadn’t talked about this before, so I’ll let your pretty little ass spank free this time, but be warned…” I leaned over her again, my nose touching hers as I felt her little breaths against my own lips. “... next time you’re feeling horny, you ask your boyfriend to help you deal with it. And if he’s not around, you wait.”

Now, I was expecting some kind of reaction from my little rule, and I was 100% ready to negotiate, but what I wasn’t expecting was for her eyes to grow twice their size as she suddenly sat up on the bed, forcing me to lean back and take a seat, too.

“Boyfriend?” She definitely looked confused, her eyes searching mine for something I didn’t know since I was just as puzzled. Opting to stay silent, I simply stared back at her, both of my eyebrows raised high as I waited for her explanation. “You mean… you?”

The familiar fire of anger rose up quickly inside my chest, and I had to curl my hands into fists to control myself. “Of course it’s me, who the fuck would it be? Are you sleeping with anyone else?”

Rationally, I knew my problem was less anger and more disappointment. I’d let my guard down for her - way too quickly, faster than I’d done for anyone else throughout my life. And I’d done it because she touched my heart in a way no one else had. I was falling for her, and I thought she felt the same way too.

“NO! Of course not!” She all but jumped, her hands reaching out to cradle my face and I found myself actually relaxing against her touch, as my heartbeat started to slow down at the knowledge that she really was all mine. “I just… I didn’t know… I didn’t think we were dating. I thought you saw me as…”

She didn’t seem to have the courage to finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. I understood what she meant, and as realization fell upon me, I found myself throwing my head back and full-on laughing, much to her displeasure. When I managed to calm down, she was pouting at me, which only made the arousal that had dissipated by the fear reappear that much stronger.

“Oh, darlin’...” I started, pulling on her ankles to force her on her back again as I hovered over her, watching, analyzing. “I’ve fucked you every single night for the last month. Now, I know I’m not the kind to talk about my feelings, but I figured that made it pretty obvious…”

Leaning down, I took possession of her mouth to give her a breathtaking kiss, forcing her to accept my eager tongue, to taste herself on my lips. Then I went further, kissing her jaw, her neck, until I reached her collarbones, where I sucked a bruise, all the while rubbing my aching cock against her clit before pushing it inside of her in one forceful thrust.

“... You’re mine. Only mine. Mine to fuck, mine to bruise and mark, mine to cum into.” Her mouth immediately fell open at the feeling of my hardness stretching her open, and I couldn’t help the smirk that took over my lips. “You okay with that, sweetheart?” I asked, waiting for her to adjust to the feeling of being invaded as I nibbled on her earlobe.

Finally, after a few minutes of her struggling to breathe as I felt her squeezing my biceps, she nodded. “Y-yeah.” Grinning, I took that as an okay to start moving and immediately started to pound her against the mattress, just like I loved and had come to learn that she did, too. Her nails bit on my flesh, but it only added to my own arousal, making me growl against the skin of her chest.

“This fucking pussy… You really thought I’d just treat you like a fuckbuddy?” Abruptly pulling out of her, I manhandled her onto her hands and knees before pushing her face down against the mattress, all the while laughing at the little scream of surprise she let out. “I’m never gonna stop fucking you, pretty thing. You better watch out.”

She was moaning desperately now, just how I’d dreamt of hearing while I was away from her, and it made my sack even heavier as it slapped against her clit with each thrust I gave. “Fuck… ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart. Do you want it? Say you want my cum in your pretty little pussy, come on.”

After a gasp that followed my slap on her ass, she flipped her head back, looking at me with those fucking sultry eyes that I loved so damn much. “Please, Logan, cum inside of me. Wanna feel it dripping from me, please, I need it so bad.” And this is why I was convinced she was some sort of siren or whatever. The second that our eyes connected, I was fulfilling her wishes, releasing all of my milky cum inside of her throbbing pussy, as she came at the same time as me.

Once I was able to breathe again, after having thrown myself by her side on the bed, I pulled her so she’d rest her face on my chest, chuckling to myself over how much of a cuddle lover I’d become ever since we’d started sleeping together.

“Hey, Logan,” she called out my attention, making me hum in response as I looked down to find her staring up expectantly at me. “I hope you know that this goes both ways.” I blinked twice as I waited for her words to make sense to me, but before they did, she was giggling, already clarifying her meaning. “You’re mine too.”

To say that those words filled me with the happiest kind of warmth would be an understatement. I didn’t know what to say, I’d never been good at this lovey-dovey shit, so I settled for pulling her back to me again and giving her forehead a kiss.

“Believe me, darlin’... I know.”

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scottxlogan · 2 years

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ScottxLogan’s Fic Masterpost

So I decided to put together a master post for anyone who might be looking for something specific from my fics. I’ve tried to give them some organization so that they are easier to find for anyone who is hoping to seek out something in particular listed by pairing so that people can browse each category to fit their tastes. I hope it helps :) **Note** Currently some of the pairings are grouped together on the same linked post if they have only one story for that pairing. As I continue to update each pairing/ship fic will get their own posts but for now I’m trying to separate them so that pairings I’ve written multiple fics (or multi-chaptered fics) about can have their own links to make it easier to search. More updates are coming**

Pairing Master Lists

This particular section includes pairings I’ve written multiple stories for. Whether they be one shots or mulit-chapter fic I wanted to make this easier for people to find what pairing they are looking for! Thanks for stopping by.

Scott Summers/James “Logan” Howlett

Scott Summers/Tony Stark

Tony Stark/James “Bucky” Barnes

Scott Summers/Emma Frost

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Steve Rogers/ James “Bucky” Barnes

Steve Rogers/Scott Summers

Steve Rogers/Emma Frost

Loki Laufeyson/Tony Stark

Emma Frost/Tony Stark

Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

Clint Barton/Maria Hill

Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

James “Bucky” Barnes/James “Logan” Howlett

Steve Rogers/James “Logan” Howlett

One Shots

Scott Summers/Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson/Steve Rogers

Charles Xavier/Hank McCoy

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Clint Barton/Tony Stark

Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony Stark & Morgan Stark

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

Rocket & Groot & Morgan Stark

James “Logan” Howelett & Tony Stark (platonic)

Scott Summers & Jean Grey (platonic)

Tony Stark/James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Steve Rogers/Scott Summers/Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton

Peter Maximoff & Erik Lehnsherr

Scott Summers/Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes/?

Multi-Chapter Fics

Emma Frost/James “Logan” Howlett

Peter Parker/Michelle Jones-Watson

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layniapetrovnaaa · 3 years

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You ever read like the best fanfic ever? Like it’s true to the character, not too long but not too short, just the right amount of angst, fluff, and smut; then you’re 22 chapters in and go to click on the next, but none of the links work until the epilogue 😃

CAUSE I’M SCREAMING RN

#Fanfic #fanfics #fan fiction #angst #smut #fluff #slow burn #xmen #x-men #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #old man logan x reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #chris evans x reader #din djarin x reader #Pedro pascal #Oscar Isaac #I got tired of writing tags lol

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trickstersteve · 4 years

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TricksterSteve's Masterlist

MARVEL

One shots (x Reader)

Loki

-Flowers of Fate (Asgardian!Reader) Summary: Loki finds himself back on Midgard where a chance meeting could bring him closer to his fate. Warnings: Angst, Fluff.

Steve Rogers

- Dance with Me Summary: Steve escorts you to your brother’s wedding. Can he convince you to dance? Warnings: Brief mention of smut, Fluff.

Logan Howlett / Wolverine

- The Last Goodbye Summary: Logan leaves you one final voice message. Warnings: Character death (reader), Grief, Angst, Swearing

SUPERNATURAL

One Shots (x Reader)

Dean Winchester

- Glory Days

Summary: Dean, dealing with the aftermath of Sam falling into the pit, thinks back to his glory days of hunting during a conversation with you. Warnings: Slight angst, Remembering the past, Arguing, Cheating if you squint hard enough

- Anyway You Want It

Summary:Dean and Reader find themselves stuck in a motel room during a storm. Warnings: Fluff, Brief mention of alcohol

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agdistis-sanctified · 5 years

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In the Ring | AO3 (Based loosely on "Dear Logan" by Rafael Grampa in Strange Tales II.) -----------

“That Wolverine, though, he was born with an advantage. Destined to be a crowd-pleaser. Can’t take your eyes off the man.”

Born with it. Better. Dad said that a lot. He was right.

Meeting the famed Wolverine was devastating: he was real. Other Immortals Xtreme fighters slapped his shoulders and called him Logan while he chuckled awkwardly, trying and failing to disguise how uninterested he was in smalltalk. Logan took too long to put his cowboy boots on. Logan didn’t always brush all the crumbs out of his beard. Logan had never watched Star Wars and was confused by references to it. Logan still thought that no one could tell he was just a masochist, fighting to the point of evisceration and broken sobs just to feel alive for a few hours before returning to the claustrophobia of a dim apartment, the monotonous whirring of its fan, a broken armchair, and piles of beer.

Logan was a man, not a story. Therein lay the problem.

He was a man and he was better, he was a man and he was stronger, he was a man and he was handsome, he was a man and he had a mind of his own. It was possible to exist in this world and misunderstand jokes and trip in front of a crowd and lie and break and still be loved that much. Knowing that was a real stomach-twister.

Outside of the ring, when all Wade had going for him were his knobby nose and his recessed chin and his misshapen cheekbones and his raspy voice and his stupid tennis shoes and his idiotic jokes and his complete dearth of opinions about anything, no one would ever give him a second glance. They had people like Logan to look at. His dad had people like Logan to love and lionize. And on the other side of the coin, Logan had them.

Inside of the ring, with a katana in his hand and blood on his teeth and an eye swollen shut and a punctured lung and spilled bile and nervous shaking and throaty pleads for mercy that he couldn’t hold back or even consciously consider anymore, people did look at him. They looked at his ugliness and pathetic fragility and they cheered. For him. For Wade. Maybe they only cheered for him to be pinned to the ground by knives through his palms, for Logan or another opponent to elicit louder screams by gouging his eyes out, for his last breath to be squeezed out of him (until he woke up, ready to bleed for them again the next day), but they cheered. The same people that threw rocks at him outside of the ring for being a mutant paid money to see him. They looked. They couldn’t look away. They smiled.

And so it was that through the confusing mixture of tears and blood, through the sensory confusion and adrenaline high, through the heavy smog of a mind quickly going unconscious, through the final moments of spasming and numbness, he always felt something like warmth in his chest, a desperate but intoxicating warmth he knew he’d return the next day to feel again.

Logan himself touched him in these moments, exposed his viscera with precision, opened him like a present, cradled his face to snap his neck. Logan gave him his full attention, his predatory and wanting gaze following him anywhere he crawled. Logan was a man, you see- a real one- and he would never choose to touch Wade outside of the ring. He couldn’t be bent to anyone's whims like a story. He had a mind of his own. He was handsome. He was stronger. He was better.

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 6 years

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Mute (Logan Howlett)

A/N: I’m moving this up to the top from now on. This is the first Logan fic I’ve done (which is crazy because I’ve loved Wolverine since I first saw him on the big screen) and I apologize if he isn’t quite Logan-esque. I tried, but after watching Logan, I couldn’t resist pulling out his softer side. Especially considering this takes place after the third X-Men film, but the early stuff takes place amidst the other two films. Enjoy! Also, I loved the name Mykie in my last Bucky fic, so I wanted to use a form of it again. I am so sorry for how long this story is. There wasn’t a good stopping point and I couldn’t stop writing.

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Summary: Michaela went silent after her scream killed her family. She found refuge at Xavier’s school, but still wouldn’t speak. Random advice from Logan, while she was a student, starts a curiosity in Michaela that continues when she becomes an art professor. With a little nudge from Charles, Logan becomes the first and only person in years she speaks to.

Pairings: Logan x OC, maybe a slight mention of Logan x Jean x Scott (sorta, but not really)

Warnings: I don’t know, sadness for the man that is Logan because the poor guy has been through Hell and back (there really is only slight language and mention of a night together).

Michaela didn’t speak. She hadn’t said a word since she was a child. When she started to feel anger, she would scream. Her screams were destructive, tearing apart her parents and her home. That’s when the Charles Xavier found her. He had to read her mind to understand why she refused to speak to him. He had smiled and promised her a safe life where she could learn to control her power. She attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters ever since.

The Professor tried to get her to speak. He had her spend countless hours with Ororo or Marie, but there was no budging. Michaela did get really good at writing her thoughts quickly, helping her professors understand the things she wanted to say. It was easier for the Professor and Jean.

It started to get hard for her, seeing students whispering to each other with their eyes watching her every move. She felt angry. She started to hide away during school hours and get private lessons, with the permission of the Professor. Michaela started to spend her nights roaming the school. She was less likely to come across anyone. But she was never surprised when she found Logan, the Wolverine, in the kitchen soon after the Professor brought him to the school.

He never spoke to her and she was completely fine with that. He was terrifying, to an extent. He scowled all the time, his voice was always aggressive when she had the chance to hear him speak, and he was known as the mutant that stabbed Marie. He didn’t have a welcoming aura, so Michaela never engaged him. It shocked her the first time he ever said anything to her one particularly stressful night for mutant-kind. War was coming, and no one knew when. She was so close to graduation then.

“Hey, kid.”

Her head shot up from the sketch she was concentrated on and she stared at the large man. His face seemed softer than normal. His eyebrows weren’t stitched together in irritation. He seemed concerned.

“I know you have some crazy supersonic scream and it’ll hurt like hell if you use it, but if shit hits the fan, we need you to rip through skulls.”

Michaela shook her head. She tried begging through her eyes that it was a terrible idea, but he ignored it.

“We need all the help we can get,” Logan said, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

Michaela couldn’t use her power. The students and professors were her new family and she couldn’t cause them pain. She didn’t want to see anyone die.

Lucky for her, she didn’t have to use her power. Sadly, she did have to see the death of fellow mutants. It hurt a lot, but she turned around and poured her whole self into her schoolwork. She still never uttered a word. Even as a professor a few years after graduation, she remained mute. As an art instructor, it wasn’t necessary to speak. Students quickly learned to read the instructions on the whiteboard and begin.

Micheala like teaching art. She really enjoyed sketching in her free time. She often found herself drawing students and other professors as the years went on.

She was watching a conversation between the Professor, Kurt, and Logan and when she saw smiles, she couldn’t pass up the portrait opportunity. She was just finishing the raised tattoos on Kurt’s face when a heavy body sat on the bench with her. She knew it was Logan. He smelled of cigars, even though she hadn’t seen him smoke one since Jean’s death. She wasn’t sure Jean was the reason why he stopped if he stopped, but it was curious how the smell still stuck with him.

“Nice drawing,” he said, looking over her shoulder.

Michaela turned his way with a genuine grin. She liked compliments on her work, who didn’t? She especially enjoyed when her subjects sent them her way. A compliment from the intimidating Logan was a whole different thing.

Eagerly, she flipped through a few pages to show him another moment she captured of him. He had been working on Scott’s old bike, that he claimed as his own, so his arms and face were covered in black smudges. His white tank top was just as dirty. She had found the messiness a unique chance to practice her smudging skills. It was one of her favorite sketches.

“How many more of me ya got in there, kid?” he chuckled. Whatever happened in his conversation with the Professor and Kurt had him in a great mood.

Michaela shrugged and searched her sketches for his image. She had enough to make her feel embarrassed, but that wasn’t including the several other sketchbooks she had in her room. She did have quite a few of Bobby and Marie though, so that was some balance.

Logan held his hand out. It was a silent request to look through her book himself. She didn’t hesitate to hand it over. She honestly wasn’t that embarrassed about the content. He was quiet as he studied familiar faces. His eyes lingered on images of Jean and Scott. Michaela wasn’t sure if he was mourning or reminiscing.

“Well, what do we have here?” he said overly exuberant. He turned the sketch toward her, revealing an older drawing of him while he was working out.

Michaela was practicing her form when it came to body proportions. Logan was always the perfect candidate because he always managed to be shirtless. It made it easy for her to see muscle movements and understand how the body looks performing strenuous activities. That fact didn’t keep her cheeks from the rose tint that appeared in front of Logan’s eyes.

“Are you spying on me, Mikey?”

She shook her head, taking a blank page from the book, explaining herself. His eyes scanned the lettering, the smallest of smiles on his lips. Michaela wished she could copy it onto paper.

“You’re cute, kid,” Logan said, handing her sketches back. “You’re talented, too. Don’t let that skill go to waste.”

She wanted to remind him that she was an art professor, but she instead placed her hand on his shoulder. The quietest thank you bubbled out of her mouth. Michaela’s hands covered her mouth, pure terror filled her eyes.

Logan was surprised. His eyes softened when he noticed unshed tears build up in her eyes. “Ya know, I could probably survive your scream.”

Michaela vigorously shook her head. Her hands remained over her mouth. Even if he could survive it, she didn’t want to risk it.

“I’m pretty sure speakin’ won’t hurt anyone either.”

She looked away from his intense gaze, dropping her hands in her lap. She scanned her sketch of him, hoping he’d catch the hint that the conversation wasn’t going to continue. Michaela didn’t expect Logan to reach for her hand and squeeze it.

“Let’s make a deal.”

Her eyes met his. She tilted her head and waited for him to explain. What kind of deal would he want to make with her? She assumed it had to do with her speaking to him.

“You can draw me whenever ya want, but you have to say something before.”

Michaela frowned. She could already sketch him whenever she wanted. Letting herself speak too comfortably with anyone could lead to her making a mistake.

“No one else has to know or be involved. It’ll be between us,” he reassured. “Don’t ya want to draw me more often?”

Teasing her had her scowling. Of course, she did want to practice drawing him more often. His facial expressions alone were something to work on. It also helped that he was quite handsome in her eyes. When he wasn’t in a bad mood, his blue eyes were easier to see. His hair was perfectly styled in his hilarious horn-like style. Drawing Logan was as complex as his brain. But she didn’t see him as more than a colleague and friend. Plus, if she accepted the deal, her drawings would allow her feelings to change. Art did that to her. Logan would become much more than her friend. She wasn’t sure she was okay with letting him get that close.

Instead of giving him an answer, she asked a question on her torn page. Are you flirting with me, Logan?

He chuckled, “I’m too old for ya, kid.”

The “kid” felt more condescending than usual. Michaela furrowed her eyebrows together and responded. That hasn’t stopped you before, old man. And I’m supposed to find an excuse to deter you.

“Trust me. I have a lot of issues that make a mess of my life and everyone around me.”

Well, I can’t speak without killing someone at some point.

Logan smiled, “We’re some level of fucked up, huh?”

Michaela smiled back. She held up her sketchbook, pointing at him and then a blank page.

“I guess so. You did speak.”

Her pencil moved across the page, her eyes glancing at Logan every few minutes. When she saw his smile absent from his lips, she pointed at her smile. It warmed her heart how quickly he was willing to smile again for her. She wondered if there was something growing between them whether or not she wanted it.

He can help you, the Professor’s voice echoed in her mind.

Why are you listening to my thoughts, Charles? She wouldn’t usually call him by his first name, but he surprised her.

Your thoughts are quite loud, dear.

She glanced at Logan again to study another one of his features. His smile was ever present. The air around her felt a little warmer.

Talk with him, Michaela. You won’t hurt him. You’re stronger than you think.

I can’t. I might hurt someone else.

But you won’t. He means something to you. So do these students.

Michaela resisted shaking her head. Like he said, he’s too old for me.

You’re as stubborn as he, Michaela. Her mind was clear for a few seconds. Please speak to him. He can help you.

I want to talk to him, Professor, but I don’t trust myself.

He trusts you.

The professor left her mind and Michaela looked up at Logan. Her drawing wasn’t finished, but she paused her work. Logan’s smile slowly faded, curious by her stare.

“D-Do you t-trust me?” she asked. Her voice was lower than she remembered and scratchy.

One corner of Logan’s lips turned up, “Of course, kid.”

Michaela held back the tears building in her eyes. He trusted her. Sure, regeneration would make someone a lot more confident, but he hadn’t spent much of her time there even acknowledging her existence. He trusted her ability to not hurt him anyway.

Michaela tossed her sketchbook aside and wrapped her arms around Logan. She buried her face in his chest and let her silent tears fall. Logan wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. It was odd for Michaela to experience Logan in that way, but she welcomed the comfort.

When her sobbing slowed, she sat up, sitting much closer to Logan. His arm rested on the back of the bench behind her. She was suddenly painfully aware of it as well as her thigh pressed against his.

“You okay?”

She nodded, picking her sketchbook and pencil back up to finish her drawing. When she looked back at Logan, he had a smirk on his face.

“I guess you earned a second drawing session with me.”

Michaela let out the softest of laughs, finishing her rough sketch. She showed him proudly, wiping her eyes again.

“Looks good. What next?”

Michaela rubbed her stomach to say she was hungry. She might have said a few words about it, but she still needed to warm up to the idea of sharing her voice with him.

Logan patted her leg before standing and holding his hand out. “Come on. I think we can get permission to grab somethin’ in town.”

Michaela’s eyes lit up. Off-campus food with Logan? It sure felt like a date. She didn’t know if she needed to change her outfit or not. Should she treat it like a date? She pondered what to do while she waited for Logan to finish talking to the Professor outside his office. Did she suddenly want it to be a date?

Logan came out of the office, his smirk back in its place. “Looks like it’s a date, sweetheart.”

What did you tell him, Professor?

She received no answer, but she knew he had something to do with that comment.

“You gonna ask where I’m takin’ ya?” Logan asked, trying to push more words from her mouth.

Instead, she linked her arm with his and waved her hand in front of them, offering him to lead the way. He was amused and took Michaela to his motorcycle. She clapped her hands in excitement, running to the bike and attempting to put the helmet on. Logan had to help her clip it under her chin. His eyes held the same happiness she was exuding. He was probably entertained by her eagerness to get a ride on the bike.

Logan straddled the seat, starting the engine. The roar had Michaela trembling. She leaped onto the seat behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. She wanted to see the world speed past them.

They pulled out of the school’s driveway, already going far too fast. She loved it. Michaela wanted to call out in excitement, but she knew it was a terrible idea. Instead, she squeezed Logan around his middle and then raised her arms in the air to feel the wind. It was exhilarating.

Logan took them to a dive in the middle of nowhere, but Michaela didn’t mind. She was still on her first motorcycle ride high.

“Logan,” she said. His eyes fell on her bright face. “Can I drive home?”

“We’ll see.” He tucked some of her frazzled hair behind her ear before leading her inside.

He did let her drive home with a compromise: she had to speak the rest of the day. She followed him around, using small phrases to satisfy his deal. It surprised her when she kept talking to him more and more in the months following. She didn’t know how he did it, but she was thankful to have someone to talk to. She still didn’t expect their friendship turning into something else.

Michaela sat on the edge of her bed, her pencil sweeping across her paper as always. Her eyes peered over the top of her sketchbook at her subject. Her pencil gently formed the muscles in Logan’s arms. Another peek. The features on his resting face. Eyes up again, but his were staring back.

“Creep,” he said with a yawn.

She grinned but didn’t stop her work. She was hoping he would stay put just a little bit longer. Of course, he sat up and rubbed his face. She pouted but appreciated the view. The bed covers pooled around his waist, revealing his bare torso. She bit her lower lip and started a second sketch on the same page.

Logan looked at her. She was wearing his leather jacket. The sleeves were too long, but that didn’t stop her. He was about to reach for her, but she glared.

“Don’t move,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Logan chuckled but stayed stationary. “You’re lucky I’m patient with ya or this wouldn’t work.”

Michaela drew the curve of his back, her hand drawing achingly slow. Every muscle she shaped had her temperature rising. He was a beautiful man to draw.

A few minutes later, she had a basic sketch done. She stared at it, then Logan who watched her.

“Done?”

She shrugged, setting her things on the floor before scooting closer to Logan. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying his warmth. Even with his jacket, and her sudden hormonal change, she was freezing.

He looked at her hand around his stomach, “You’ve got graphite on your hands.”

She buried her face into his back, “I know.”

“That jacket is a little big for ya, babe.”

Michaela sat on her knees. Her chin rested on his shoulder and her arms rewrapped around him. “It’s warm.”

Logan guided her to sit in front of him so he could envelop her with his body. He first took the jacket off her, then he wrapped it around them to trap his warmth for her. She shivered.

“Better?”

She nodded. Her arms and legs stayed tucked into her body. Logan’s body heat washed over her frozen limbs. She never wanted to leave.

“What were you drawin’ this time?”

Michaela looked up at him. She raised an eyebrow knowing full well he was trying to give her a reason to talk more. He loved her voice. Instead, she left a soft kiss on his chest. She didn’t feel like talking yet. Her brain was still in creative mode.

“All right,” he said. “Why were ya up?”

“Dreams.”

“Bad?”

She shook her head, “Yours.”

Logan instantly searched her body for any injuries. He knew how violent he could get in his sleep, she did too, and he was petrified of hurting her. Michaela took his hand in hers and gently ran her thumb across his knuckles. Her gaze reassured him that he didn’t harm her.

“You mumbled a lot. Moved a lot. It woke me up.” She ran her fingers along his jawline, her palm eventually pressing against his cheek. “You calmed down and I couldn’t fall back asleep.”

“You should sleep now.” Logan leaned into her hand.

She disagreed and pulled his jacket closer to her. She needed to invest in warmer pajamas during the winter months. Michaela snuggled closer to Logan. Her head rested on his collarbone. She could smell the remnants of autumn on him. It amazed her how he could smell like different seasons.

Silently, Logan discarded the jacket keeping her warm. Lying down with her, he bundled them with the covers. He did his best to tuck the covers around her to hold in all the heat he transferred to her. They stared at each other when Logan settled.

Michaela kissed him. She didn’t intend to, but she couldn’t ignore their proximity or his darker-than-usual eyes. Logan gladly returned her kisses. He rolled over, trapping Michaela underneath him, allowing him to turn the kisses into something passionate.

Michaela didn’t mind it at all. Her hands roamed every inch of him in her reach. They came to rest against his chest, her fingers playing with the hair there. Before she knew it, they were wrapped in each other's arms again with fewer articles of clothing.

When Michaela first arrived at Xavier’s School of Gifted Youngsters, she expected to remain mute forever. Logan threw a wrench in that plan and her curiosity kept it there. The brooding man brought her words to the surface in unexpected ways. She just hoped she could help him in whatever way he needed.

#wolverine #wolverine imagine #Logan howlett #Logan howlett imagine #James howlett #James howlett imagine #wolverine x oc #Logan howlett x oc #James howlett x oc #fanfiction #fan-ficiton #fan fiction #oneshot #one-shot #one shot #original character

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zimniysoldat-fiction · 6 years

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Across the Universes; One Night in Paris

Summary: S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, and close friend of the Sorcerer Supreme, Tazia Cozier, is inadvertently sent to a different universe where nothing is the same. To get his friend back, Dr. Strange sends the Winter Soldier across universes to find her and bring her home.

Warnings and Ratings: a spattering of stronger language choices

Author’s Note: I’m worried that I’m slowing down. I’m being indecisive on direction and uninspired in content. Halp? ._.

Also, images found via Google Image Search. Credit where it is due, text added by me.

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Quite some time ago…

The full moon took up most of the Parisian skyline, shining so bright it took on a pale blue hue, making it easy for Tazia to see in the dark when a small commotion in the kitchen woke the young girl up. Throwing the heavy down comforter off of her, Tazia swung her legs out off the mattress and hopped off the bed. The birchwood floor was cold as she padded across her bedroom to the hallway.

“Fais-tu, mama?” Tazia croaked, still half asleep as she walked down the hallway.

“Fuis! Fuis, Tazia!” her mother cried.

“Maman?” Tazia whimpered as she turned the corner.

There was a strange woman standing with Tazia’s mother. The first thing she noticed was the woman’s fire red hair spilling out from under a crimson bandana. The next thing she noticed was the woman’s long fingers. Her eyes bulged with sheer terror and Tazia froze. Those fingers were unnaturally long, at least as long as her forearms, each one razor sharp at its tip. She looked more annoyed than angry, which only served to scare Tazia more.

“A child?” her voice sounded weird to Tazia. “Delightful!” she sneered. “Where’s your father, child?”

“P-papa?”

“Run, Tazia!” her mother screeched. “NOW!”

Tazia pivoted on her toes and dashed toward the apartment door. She fumbled over her feet as she ran, trying to ignore the screams that turned her blood to ice.

The cobblestone outside was even colder against her bare feet than her bedroom floor was, and her tears stung her eyes.

“Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi!” she wailed as she ran.

She was running blind, barely able to make out shapes through her flood of tears. She was so terrified, she hadn’t even realized that she ran into someone. She was still trying to run when those familiar arms wrapped around her, pulling her in until her nose was buried in the familiar scent of flannel.

“Tazia! Does your mother know you’re out here in your nightgown?”

“Dad?” she sniffled, “Daddy!” she wailed.

“Where’s your mom, sugarplum?”

“Sh-she! Th-there was a lady.” she whimpered, “Je pense qu'elle a tué maman.”

“Why would you say that?” Logan frowned.

“Th-the screams. Mommy’s screams…” Tazia wept in her father’s arms.

“What lady?” he growled.

“The one with scary hands.” she whimpered, rubbing her nose on her daddy’s shirt.

“Yuriko!”

That was the first time she saw her father angry, the first time she heard hatred in his voice. It was the first time she heard that chilling sound.

Snikt!

Some years later…

“So, do you have claws like your dad?” the boredom was unbearable, and so the friendly interrogation began.

“What?” Tazia’s face contorted with confusion as she took her eye off of the sight, looking at her new partner. “No. What the hell?”

“Are you a mutant, like your dad?” Bucky asked while biting a hangnail off of his thumb.

“Why are you asking these questions?” she sighed, looking through the sight once again, searching for signs of their target.

“Bored as hell, is all.” he shrugged.

“Yes,” Tazia sighed, giving up on the sight for the time being and shifting to sit with her back against the wall. “I am a mutant.”

“What’s your power?” he asked despite her glaring.

“Heightened senses—especially smell,” she tucked her hair behind her ears. “I have dad’s strength, according to my brother, and I can heal. Just not as fast as him. Not yet, anyway.”

“What about that green thing in your eye?”

“Birthmark.” she looked up at the sky; it was going to start raining soon. “We should get inside.”

Bucky nodded and silently started packing everything up. He wondered if his new partner knew that he was the one who killed her half-brother’s mother all those years ago, that he was the reason Daken had gone down the path that he did. Both Bucky and Daken were pawns in a truly horrific game, sure, but that didn’t stop Bucky from harbouring a tremendous amount of guilt and remorse for murdering the pregnant woman.

Tazia, for her part, didn’t blame him for her brother’s lot in life, just as she didn’t blame Daken for trying to kill their father. She had no experience being a pawn in someone else’s grand design, but she understood the cruelty of it.

Instead, she was focused on listening to the foot traffic beneath them, searching out their target’s scent. She was certain that he wasn’t nearby, but that didn’t stop her from being careful. She didn’t want to screw up her first mission with a new partner.

“You coming?” Bucky asked, holding the rooftop door open.

She nodded, strands of ebony bouncing free from her bun, framing her face perfectly. Their target wasn’t there, but the rain was only a moment away. Tazia led the way down the stairs, back to their hotel room.

Eighteen months ago…

«Welcome to Lorenz Adlon, do you have a reservation?» the hostess’s smile was warm, though her eyes remained cold and judgemental, giving Tazia the once over.

«Yes, I’m to meet my father here at two.» Tazia smiled, somewhat apologetically, knowing that her German sounded strange with her nomadic accent. «it should be under James Howlett?”

«Follow me.»

Tazia frowned as she listened to her heels echo through the open space. If her father was here, she couldn’t smell him. She was suddenly concerned that her excitement to see dad was leading her straight into a trap. But as the hostess sat her down across from the man with whom she shared half her gene sequence, she realized that it was so much worse.

“Daken! What the hell?” she scowled.

“If I had text you, would you’ve come?”

“I saw you before I left for this assignment!” she sighed, “of course I wouldn’t have come.”

Tazia had to bite back a smile. The truth was, she loved her brother. He was there for her in Derry when her grandparents died, he was there cheering her on (in his own, morose way) when she started working with Black Widow. He took her to his home in Japan to teach her how to better fight with blades, he gave her a tattoo that her healing factor wouldn’t reject. He was even there to comfort her when her first real relationship with Johnny Storm fell to pieces.

She still couldn’t believe she had been dating her brother’s ex.

Before meeting Stephen Strange, her brother was the only friend Tazia had.

“See? Besides, it wasn’t a total lie.” Tazia only just noticed the strange mix sadness and glee in her older brother’s eyes. “It’s about dad.”

Tazia sat back, the colour draining completely from her face. Daken was never particularly keen on talking about their father. Logan didn’t know of Daken’s existence until son tried to murder father, whereas Logan was in the delivery room when Tazia was born. It was a sore spot for Wolverine’s first born. And yet here he was, making Tazia come out of deep cover because he wanted to talk to her about daddy dearest. As she studied him, Tazia noticed the oil buildup in Daken’s hair—he hadn’t been washing it as regularly as he usually would. His normally impeccably manicured nails were chipped and dirty. Tazia was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Taz…dad’s dead.”

TAGS: @oneshot-shit; @thevanishedillusion; @lanceismyspaceson2k17

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myriadimagines · 7 years

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Marvel (X-Men) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Logan Howlett + Victor Creed

Warnings: unwanted attention from a dude, alcohol consumption, mentions of abusive family and violence-ish

Request: “Hey could I request a one shot where logan, who is a father figure to the reader, confronts sabertooth after he tried to persuade the reader into being in a relationship with him. She tells him she doesn't want to but he insists and gets handsy and flirts? I saw this as a gif imagine on another blog and o really wanted it as a one shot! Ty!!” - anonymous

Word Count: 864

A/N: if anyone can tell me which gif imagine this is from, feel free to message me and i’ll credit it !! hope i did alright, sorry it’s a little short !!

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It never occurred to Logan how much you meant to him until he noticed Victor subtly edging closer and closer to you. The two of you were sitting at the bar whilst Logan had just emerged from the bathroom, wiping the water off his hands onto his jeans. He frowned as he watched Victor’s arm raise and his hand slowly rest on your back. Logan could see your tense smile as shifted away on the bar stool you were sitting on, taking a sip from your beer. Victor dragged his chair closer to you, and Logan could feel his blood beginning to boil as Victor leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Come on, y/n,” Victor grinned at you, bearing a toothy grin in which you did not return. “We would be good together.”

“No, Victor.” you slammed your glass on the table, trying to appear as stern as possible. “I’ve already told you no, and I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Why not?” Victor asked, and you could feel him trace his finger down your arm, causing your to shiver. “I like you quite a bit, y/n. I’d treat you well.”

“Because I’m not interested.” you stared into his eyes, your hands angrily gripped around your glass. “I don’t care how you think you’ll treat me, nothing is going to change the fact that I don’t want to be your girlfriend.”

“Well,” Victor finally drew his hand away to take a sip of his drink. “That’s a shame.”

“I’m going to bed.” you stood up abruptly, your stool scraping loudly against the wooden floor. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you grabbed your jacket from off the counter and stormed off into the lodgings you, Victor and Logan had already booked earlier in the day. Thank goodness, you thought as you marched up the stairs, that Victor’s room was on the other end of the hall from yours.

Logan watched you storm up the stairs, clearly frustrated, before turning to look back at Victor. Most of the people in the bar had begun to leave, either going to the rooms upstairs or returning to their cars in the carpark. The few that remained seemed to sense the tension in the air as they glanced at Logan, and were quick to scurry away. Soon, the bar was empty, except for Victor, Logan and the bartender.

“Last call for drinks.” the bartender looked between Logan and Victor as he dried a glass with a dirty rag. Victor nodded, gesturing for the boy to refill his class as Logan stormed up to Victor.

“You know,” Victor chuckled, not bothering to turn around. “You were never any good at hiding your emotions. I can always sense them from the other side of the room.”

“You need to back of from y/n.” Logan growled, slamming his fist onto the bar as he came up to Victor’s side. “She’s not into you.”

“Are you y/n?” Victor looked at Logan, and Logan wrinkled his nose as Victor continued, “Oh right, you’re not. So let her speak for herself.”

“She said it herself.” Logan snapped, and Victor chuckled as he grabbed his refilled drink and took a chug from it. “I want what’s best for her, and I know that you’re not any good.”

“Now that’s cold.” Victor replied, still unintimidated. “I think we’d make a great couple.”

Logan could feel himself only getting angrier, and his claws began to extract from his knuckles. You had stumbled upon Logan and Victor a few weeks ago when the two of them were at a cheap motel. You were in the room next to them, and Logan went outside for a smoke to find you crying outside your door. With anyone else, Logan would’ve probably turned around, but for some reason Logan decided to sit by you. He found out you were running away from your abusive family, but with barely any money in your pocket and no place to go, you had no idea how you were going to make it. Logan had offered for you to join him and Victor as they travelled around, and Logan had grown fiercely protective of you. You were like a daughter to him, and he was the supportive, protective father you never had. Anyone who even looked like they might give you trouble would find themselves answering to Logan, however, the one person who seemed to be causing the most trouble for you was Logan’s own brother.

“This is your last warning.” Logan snarled. “Stop trying to flirt with y/n. Stop touching her, stop trying to ask her out, stop trying to get her to do things she doesn’t want to do.”

“Or what?” Victor finally snapped, glaring at Logan. He smirked as Logan’s claws shot out, and he clicked his tongue. “Ooh, I’m shivering in my boots.”

Victor’s fingernails grew out, and Logan and Victor locked eyes. Gritting his teeth, Logan asked, “I take that as a no, then?”

“You going to fight over her with me?” Victor chuckled, and Logan shook his head.

“Not over her.” Logan replied, his voice low, before he lunged towards Victor. “For her.”

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shelf-care · 3 years

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Winter Nights

Wolverine x OC

Lipstick mark series Pt.2

| Part 1|

So its snowing in south Texas! that never happens. My parents are panicking and I’m sitting here writing fan fiction to calm myself. What could go wrong?

So Victor Creed shows up in this because I’m a pantser and I come up with ideas as I go and see if it works for the plot, (For this miniseries I hope it does.) I was also watching Kate and Leopold last night (It’s become a valentines tradition for me over the last few years.) And Liev was in it. So theres that.

Rated PG-13

Mentions of sex, medical examination, a former abusive relationship, obsession with an individual, slight violence, touch starved wolverine.

“Your mission Miss hope?” The woman in the white lab coat asked while holding a clipboard ad clicking a pen multiple times, it had to be some sort of nervous tick. Maddie tipped her head back, swallowing her saliva, she was clad in a sterile white medical gown, her red hair sprawled out on the also white pillow as another individual examined her. “My mission was to come into contact with the Man known as wolverine, or James Logan Howlett.” She took a breath, the cold instruments the nurse had been using caught her rather off guard. “And you succeeded in not only finding him, but you managed to get a sample of his DNA?” The woman jotted some notes on the clipboard now, keeping her eyes locked on Maddie. The redhead looked away, staring at the ceiling stark white and formless like everything else in the room. “I did.” The doctor nodded her head. “We’ll be taking those samples back to the lab to confirm that its him. Until they are conclusive, you are free to go.” The young woman nodded watched as swabs left the room, she rather did not want to know what they wanted to do with him.

Blankly staring at the roof above her, Maddie couldn’t keep that night from playing over and over again. He was indeed her target, but, something was stirring in her, affection most likely. It would die within a couple weeks like it did with the men following shortly after. She knew he would be harder to kill. But he’d fall like the rest. Eventually. She closed her eyes, then she felt her phone buzz next to her. She reached for it, a voice message was visible. Holding the device to her ear, she heard his voice. A voice that in all honesty she enjoyed. “Look, I’m not that great at stuff like this. But I got your note, the other one, the one with the lipstick,” He paused, thinking about what he’d say next. “I thought we got on pretty well the other night. Lemme know when you make it back to the bar.” The message was short, and pretty sweet. He did care, at least a tad. Maddie slid her lips in a grin, she recorded a new message for him. “I’d love to meet again, this Friday at the bar?”

She waited at the bar again, it was cold, snow was on its way. This time the meeting was for more pleasure than anything else since her job was done, but it wasn’t a bad things to keep up with a target. The door swung open among the mostly empty bar. The few patrons turned their heads at the sudden commotion. In walked a man who was tall, very tall. Blond hair cascading down his shoulders, while some of it was put in a half ponytail. A long trench coat and fur, was joined by it, making him look that more intimidating. He made his way to the bar and sat down, eyeing Maddie like she was his new meal. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said keeping his sight on the bar ahead of him while he ordered himself a large glass of whatever was the strongest drink at the bar. Maddie rolled her eyes. “You here to babysit me creed?” She asked drawing invisible circles in the counter. “Here more on pleasure Miss Hope.” He looked her up and down again and licked his lips visibly so she’d see it for sure. He knew this made her one of two things. Hot and bothered, or pissed off. it pissed her off this time around, and Creed preferred it that way. “I thought we were past this.” She turned fully to him now. “You might be.” He drank down half the mixture of bourbon, whisky and fireball and faced her, chest puffed in pride and confidence, a pointed and toothy grin showed itself. “But I sure as hell wasn’t girly.” He scoffed as his fist hit the bar making the redhead jump as he got her attention and everyone else’s in the bar as a matter of fact. “We were just getting good when you left.” A fire lit in her heart, anger and passion apparent in her face she took a moment to compose herself. “Victor, they removed you from my squad and as my partner because of your behavior towards me. That hit was the last straw and I won’t be coming back and I’m sure you know that.” Her tone was low and threatening, looking at him, she grasped the glass and slammed down the rest of the liquid before putting down a few dollars as a tip. Creed thought it was adorable when she was angry, and decided to take it as far as he could.

As she zipped up her jacket and made her way out, the large man grabbed her by the arm. “We’re done when I say we are,” He pulled her close to him, his breath brushing warm against her throat as his claw ran down her cheek. “And I’m not done talking to you.” His yellow eyes bored into hers, she felt her heartbeat quicken, she despised and loved this feeling, that’s what got her into this mess the first time. “I told you I was finished. You’ll get your chance with me another day.” She opened her hand to show her palm to him, illuminating a golden hue of color at the center and curving our like a flame, Creeds eyes didn’t change a bit, he seemed like he welcomed the challenge. “Sweetheart, if only you knew how much I craved that part of you.” He gave a guttural low laugh, daring her, as he smirked again, spurring her on. Seeing if she’d really follow through on her threat, which most of them were never hollow. “On any other occasion Creed, I’d let you have it.” She placed her hand on his fist that was still clenched around her arm. “But I’m not in the mood for playing nice.” His hand went visceral, veins becoming more visible as one could see the vitality of the large mutant being taken on by someone a third of his size. “Let me go.” He threatened as he began to feel his muscles failing him in his left arm. “You first.” She smiled, the grin widening as he raised his claws at her. but was too weak to do much else. She laughed and leaned into his ear whispering in a sensual voice, her chest touching his to pour more salt onto the wound. “I thought you craved this part of me.” He could feel himself become more drained the longer she stayed, he realized she wasn’t messing around this time, his grip loosened and she walked free, not another word was heard from Creed, and it would be like that till the next time those twos’ paths crossed. Creed was bent over the bar. He reached for his drink and it shook in his hold, and drank the rest fervently like he needed air, he watched as his hand shook like an elderly man and his hand similar to one too. “Babe’s been getting stronger.” He was captivated by the way her powers worked, he always had been.

She was Outside, the wind howled and whipped the snow up, crating a curtain of nothing but white mist making visibility a little less than optimal. She pulled out her phone and started to text.

“Hey, the bar is full. Did you want to meet anywhere else for drinks?” She messaged him. Yes, it was a lie, but she didn’t want to be around Creed, for reasons that was obvious. She waited a few minutes till she saw the three dots pop up. “You wanna come to the trailer?” He asked bluntly. She shrugged. “Pick me up?” She shot back quickly. “Sure thing.” Was all he said back.

Maddie threw her head back against the mini sofa that was in the one room airstream. The warmth enveloping her as she sighed after her first sip of beer. The snow on her jacket seeping into the fabric further, making a chill run down her spine. “Thank you.” She said raising her head to look at him, happy to be warm. “Don’t mention it.” He said mirroring her actions. “I can’t believe you wanted to meet again.” She mentioned looking at him again, he was different from last time, but not. “I can’t either if I’m honest.” He sat on his bed across from her. There was a silence that fell between the two, but it was comfortable. “Sorry the bar didn’t work out.” Leaning forward trying to skirt the conversation along. “I’d rather be doing this.” He tilted his head referring to his drink. That made Maddie laugh through her nose a bit. “Really? You’d rather act like an old married couple than be out?” She teased him, but he looked at her for a moment. “Been there and done that.” She nodded. “I like this though. It’s nice.” She took another sip of her drink before throwing away the bottle in an open trash bin. “I never got to ask. What is it that you do?” She placed her palm under her chin and smiled, waiting for his answer. He played with his bottle, before drinking his as well. “What you saw the other night is what I’ve been doing for the last fifteen years.” He told her nodding and thinking about his past and his way of living. “I don’t remember much of what I did before.” Maddie looked at him, a blank face that he couldn’t make out, but made him curious. “You never told me what you did. How did someone like you wind up in this dump of a town?” He joked slightly but he wasn’t wrong, it was a little piece of nowhere. “I’m in military secret forces. I was stationed here, and have been here for the last three years.” She saw him tense at the subject. “You okay?” Her brows cocked at him becoming a little bit tense. She didn’t think he suspect anything, and she wasn’t outright lying about what she did. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He left it at that. She stood up and paced over to him, and sat down next to him. The mattress sinking beneath her. He looked at her not quite knowing what she was doing. She reached for his hand, and looked at him before she went any further. “You don’t seem fine.” She silently asked for permission and he let her have his hand. She traced his palm slowly and gently, comfort in every movement. He was starved of this type of affection. Most people were, but him more than others she found just from the way he acted. She laced her fingers in-between the spaces where his were not, interlocking their hands. He closed his eyes her for a split second, every curve, every bump, every imperfection written on her face made him want her more as he reveled in the feeling of them being so close. “Don’t do this to yourself.” He warned her, taking his hand out of hers, though she stopped him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” She was firm, but the firmness was met with a soft smile. Logans eyes studied her for a minute. No one had ever stopped him like that, not to his knowledge anyway. This time when he went to remove his hand she let him leave, but it was to place his hand under her chin and bring her closer, and there, their lips met, and he pushed her below him while she wrapped her hands around his neck and raked her hands through his hair, all while closing her eyes enjoying the warmth compared to the freezing outside.

While the campers light was dim, if one were close to it you could hear giggling, rocking, calling one another’s names in the dark, and a little obscene noises that you would only hear if you where right next to the airstream. Then there was the figure that stood a few feet away from the little camper, a figure that towered over most men. The same body that was blonde, and in the bar with Maddie that same night. “You made a big mistake girly,” He peered down at his still healing hand, it looked aged, like his hand was ten years older than the rest of his body.

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 3 years

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LOL I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT POOR SIMON

Alas, poor Simon. I really don't want to hate him, but one of my bad fandom habits is resenting the shit out of characters that I view as "replacements" for my faves, especially if they get storylines that I wanted for my fave. And here you have this long-time classic villain who's been in the books for awhile, and he shows up in most of the X-Men adaptations like the cartoons and movies and video games. And this guy is coded gay in his earliest appearances, but can't be canon gay because of the time period in which he is created, but he never has an on-panel love interest, and other writers also hint at it (I think that annual with Empyrean was about as blatant as they could get in the early 90's), and he dies of a disease that was an allegory for AIDS. And this dude finally gets resurrected at a time when more comic characters are "allowed" to be gay, and he's not a major character anyway so most fans probably wouldn't care, but now he's getting pushed back into the fictional closet because some other writer created a bland stand-in replacement copy who gets to be "the gay Pyro." Like, fuck no. No one asked for Simon. Hell, St. John could have done that storyline in X-Men Gold, he got resurrected in Necrosha anyway. It would have been a much longer road to redemption for him, but he could have met up with Bobby at a bar and had a one-night stand with him. Simon was fucking pointless. If he'd continued on as a character he could have been interesting, but he got dropped immediately after X-Men Gold.

And I know it's not really fair of me, you get "legacy" characters all the time in comics, with younger kids taking up the mantles of older heroes/villains. Pyro is just such a minor character to be begin with, while most heroes with young "proteges" are well established, so they're clearly not going anywhere. I mean, we all know that the Cuckoos will never actually replace Emma, or Laura replace Logan/James Howlett (even if he WAS actually dead for awhile.)

Wait, I know! Maybe Simon is an alternate reality St. John who was given up for adoption and raised in America, and Secret Wars caused him to get retroactively transplanted into 616 continuity. So they are literally the same person. There, I fixed it, Marvel.

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nameriaa · 7 years

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And in that moment, with his life starting to drain away from his body, he remembered everything. Every single battle, every single tear, every single moment he felt that he was a mistake, every single memory became tangible, as if he could reach out and touch them. Laura cried above him, her crystalline tears falling from her dark eyes that mirrored his own. "Dad..." She wept, trying desperately to keep him alive somehow, but failing. All of his life he had felt heavy, as if he was carrying the world's weight upon his shoulders, but now, he felt light. Blood kept oozing out of his body, and everything felt hazy now. He saw her, and grabbed her hand; he used the last ounce of strength to speak, to be able to at least say something meaningful that wasn't intertwined with thorns and anger. "Don't be what they made you." He hoped that she lived a meaningful life, and to not make his same mistakes that he had deeply regretted for most of his life. She kept crying, and she responded with a heavy voice, not wanting to let him go. "Daddy..." He had never imagined that he'd feel like a father in the brink of death. Suddenly he felt lighter and lighter, as if he was ascending into some unknown dimension. He didn't see angels, he didn't see a heavenly choir... he just saw her face, beaming under the sun's gentle rays. She was perfect. He regretted that he spent so much time trying to push her away, when he could have just given in and embraced her tightly. Charles kept saying how he still had time, but now it felt that no amount of time he had lived amounted to what he wanted to do with her; to live, to feel what it felt like to be a father. Smiling softly, he looked at her, a single tear forming in his eye, before speaking one last time. "Huh... so this is what it feels like." This is how it felt like... to be a father, to love someone beyond measure, to have a purpose and to give it all for someone. This is how it felt like... to know that his battle was finally over, and that now, he was going to rest. This is what it felt like... He was about to die, but he had never felt so alive.

A small description of what I think went through Logan’s mind in the last scene of the movie.

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crazyfreckledginger · 6 years

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Q&A

Thank you to those who have asked questions, y’all are awesome!! It also means the world to me that we got this far! 80k you guys oh my god! You guys brighten my day I love and appreciate every single one of you!

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Everywhere! I want to visit every

Which Robin is your personal favorite?

Oh no you didn’t! 😂 I can’t really choose, but I know my least favourite is Tim! (Sorry timmy!) But Dick, Jay and Dami are my boys!

Do you like to read? And if so, do you have a favorite book or series? / favorite book?

I like to read fanfiction, does that count? 😂 But as books, I love ‘Finding Audrey’ by Sophie Kinsella and ‘Everything, Everything’ by Nicola Yoon

What got you into the batboys?/ How did you develop interest in the batfamily?

I have absolutely no idea! Oh, no, actually, I think I saw an imagine on Tumblr a year ago and just started reading fanfiction about it!

Outside the Batfamily, who is your favorite superhero (or superheroes)?

Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Peter Parker Laura Kinney and Logan Howlett!

do you considere the robin's similar to peter Parker??

Yes, especially Tim!

How to you get inspiration for your one-shots?/ What inspired you to start writing? / What made you want to start writing? What do you do to get inspiration in writing?/ What is your motivation or drive?

Before I started requests, I just had an accumulation of random stories in my head and had to write them out, now, most things. Sometimes it’s because of dreams, movie I watch with interesting scenes or plot twists, books or general ideas that just pop into my head, sometimes it’s also ‘what if’ type questions, if that makes sense.

If your favorite batboy died, how would you feel?

TeRiRbIE, probably mourning for the rest of my life lol.

Young justice season 3?

HELL YEAH DICK IS HAWT AF OMG

What's your favourite food?/ Favorite Food,

Indian and Mexican food for life!

What do you like the most about your fave batboy?

EVERYTHING, MY BOYS ARE PRECIOUS

Do you think the rumor about Damian being Jason's son is true?

I didn’t hear about this before but nope, I mean how even?? 😂 Like, in most universes, the age gap between the two is between 10 to 14 years, how- I don’t- no, and besides, they come from a completely different background and I don’t know where this is from but it’s always going to be a no in my heart!

Can you relate to any of the batboys?

All of them! I’ll generalise a lot because this might turn into an essay otherwise lmao.

Damian for his love of animals and hating people in general. Tim for the lack of sleep. Jason is me tbh. Dick loves puns and jokes as much as I do.

Are Bruce and your father alike?

Kind of?

What's your favourite T.V show?

Sons Of Anarchy, Friends, The Vampire Diaries and Good Girls

Are you looking forward to Titans on October 18th?

I have mixed feelings about it, I’m happy they are making a live action Dick and Jason but it looks really bad, I’m still going to keep an open mind though!

Jason and Artemis or Kori and Dick?

Kori and Dick, I don’t seen Jason and Artemis’ relationship as more than friends, I don’t know what happened in RHATO, which is funny how I keep talking about the comics since I magically have never read any of them???

Thoughts on Redhood's transformation In Redhood the Outlaw?

I want my Jaybird hair back. I’m oKaY with the new design but I adore the old design!

Cookies: Alfred or M'gann?

Alfred’s (that was a tough one though!)

Is Brenton Thwaites good enough to be Robin in the upcoming series?

I don’t know! I’ve never really had a good face claim for Dick so I’m going to keep an open mind about it. He’d better had a nice bubble butt though!

Jason's gun or Dick's eskrimas?

Ughh this is haaard! Maybe Dick’s eskrima sticks.

Talia or Selena?

Selena

Poison ivy or Harley Quinn?

Harley Quinn

If you were in DC universe and you will be able to make a crossover it will be with?: Marvel, Transformers, Supernatural

Marvel or Transformers!!

Do you like birdflash?

I only see them as bros but I respect people’s choice of shipping them together!

Besides Batman what other fandoms are you into ?

Marvel, Sons Of Anarchy, Transformers, Stranger Things, Good Girls, From Dusk Till Dawn, The Vampire Diaries and loads more!

What’s your most liked story on wattpad

This one lmao (batboys x reader)

Do you like voltron if so who’s your favorite paladin

I don’t watch Voltron, sorry, the fandom is insane and scary on Tumblr (without wanting to generalise) . I’ve tried watching an episode but I just can’t seem to get into it!

Will you take request in the future Not that I’m asking for one I’m just curious I love your writing style

Aw thanks! 🙈 That’s so sweet of you. And yes of course!! I just closed them because I didn’t know when I would be able to have a reliable amount of time to write, I’m opening them soon hopefully! :)

Favorite movie of all time/ What's your favorite movie and why?

Logan, the FeElS, plus my girl Laura plus my man Donald Pierce is in it.

The Dark Knight (the one with Bane and The Joker) both villains are extremely intimidating and Nolan was able to portray them in an extremely terrifying way whilst keeping us on edge for the whole movies! True masterpieces.

Also Tomb Raider because kick some ass queen omg.

favorite character characters

DONALD PIERCE, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Laura Kinney, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne among so so many others.

favorite (video) game,

Outlast and Until Dawn!

Do you have/wish to have any pets?

Yes I have had a bunch! Three rabbits, a sheep and a goat! I wish I’d have a cat though!

How would you describe your clothing style?

Comfortable and tries to be at least a little stylish lol

Any artists/celebs You look up to?

Not really no, I’ve never really looked up to anyone.

What kind of music do you like?

Pop, Classical not the Mozart type of classical.

Do You have any "rituals" regarding your writing process?

Yes! If it’s a series, I write the whole plot down on a book with details and elements that I want included. I keep it besie me to be sure I follow the plot whislt writing it.

Since I write in the evening, if there’s a one shot request that I lack inspiration about, I write something else and think of a plot when I’m in bed before i go to sleep. It really helps be get the requests written and in the queue.

I normally sit in front of my TV, catching up on my series or something and just write. I don’t really have a ritual other than this!

Favourite cartoon?

Young Justice ayyye!

If you were to choose your own name, what would it be?

I’ve never really thought about it, I don’t know, I like my name!

But I really like Kia or *gasp* Sam. Not Samantha but just Sam.

Favourite mythical creature?

Griffin, phenix and dragons!

What language do you wish to speak?

Italian and Spanish!

Any lucky items/superstisions?

A tiger’s eye necklace my cousin gave me three years ago, I wear it everyday! If you could be any animal, real or mythical, what would you be?

A tiger, an eagle or a griffin. I can’t choose lol!

Do you think you'd survive in a post apocalyptic world?

Maybe? I mean I feel like I would be smart enough but I saw World War Z and dying is better than surviving with traumatic experiences running through your head 24/7!

Where would you go for a dream vacation?

Everywhere! I want to visit the world!

If a genie granted you 3 wishes, what would you wish for? (No wishing for more wishes lol)

DANG IT!

1. That everyone should have a different perspective so that they can realise how bad the world is becoming and to change that.

2. Appreciation of every single being on the planet that sexual orientation does not matter in a relationship and that, no matter what you consider yourself, that society accepts you no matter what.

3. That everyone becomes the best person they can possibly be. We could conquer the world!

Do you prefer rain or sun?

RAIN!

Do you like thunderstorms?

Hell yeah!

Are you good at puzzles?

Depends which ones, generally yes. Depending on my mood, I can be very stubborn and finish it and sometimes I’m going to be screw it I give up lol!

What do you enjoy most about life?

My mutuals, happiness, fraternity, you guys and a few other things I’m sure (can’t remember)

What's your favorite fictional world? (DC, Marvel, Shadowhunters, etc)

DC, Marvel, Transformers and the 10 year old in me says Narnia as well!

What do you think happens after we die?

I feel like you’d come back as a different person. I’ve always wanted to believe that you’d become an animal but I have no idea!

If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Indian food!!

Do you like to dance?

Yes but alone! I’m horrible at dancing!

Where do you feel most comfortable/safe?

With my best friend! Or at home!

What's something that always makes you smile?

My mutuals, your comments they seriously make my day a little brighter.

Are you good at gardening?

Nope I don’t like it either!

What's your preferred footwear?

Sneakers if that’s what it’s called!

Favorite flower?

Roses!

What fills up your heart to bursting level?

Kitties and puppies! 😍 Also anything including helping people or animals together and/or animals with their owners.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

Opening up to someone, showing my feelings and emotions and getting out there to make friends. I haven’t had the best childhood.

What’s your favorite poem or saying?

“Hope for the Best, Plan for the Worst”

And most importantly: do you think we'll ever see good writing again in DC for our favorite characters?

I really hope so, the writers are becoming more and more despised. Only DC fans hate DC on a completely different level of hatred lmao.

What'd you think of Heath Ledger's Joker?

Terrifying. heath Ledge did a fine good job at portraying someome that puts that unsettling feeling in your gut. Every one of his scenes are iconic. The best Joker so far in my opinion.

whO rAnKs NumBer TwO iN "Batboys with a fresh booty" since we all know dick ranks number one

Hmmmm,

Conclusion...

That’s a very cute tushy if you ask me!

[not my pics]

what do you think about Erik Lehnsherr and Stephen Strange?

I’m not particularly attacted to Erik but I know he’s misunderstood and I understand why he’s so loveable by many people in the X-Men fandom. But he’s just not my type of guy.

Stephen Strange is badass and a sass master and no one can convince me otherwise. He’s an awesome character.

what would your perfect date with Donnie (Donald Pierce) be like?

Ohhh, going to the movies and then just hanging out somewhere nice, talking and laughing and then ordering takeaway and cuddling up on the couch whilst watching Netflix ahhh! 🙈

#get to know the writer #milestone #75 000 reads on wattpad #wattpad #80k now tho #tag game #q&a #celebration

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