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Marvel - Logan/Wolverine (Part 1)

Imagine you live with the X-Men. You are known to have visions and when a certain vision plagues your mind, the X-Men and your family have to protect you.

Trigger Warning: Lite Smut

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Logan woke with a start. He reached over but felt cold sheets. Sitting up, he looked around the bedroom with a panic, sighing in relief when he saw you standing at the window. The way your white nightgown hung on you with the full moon light shining through, he felt his breath hitch at your beauty. He climbed out of bed and made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"What are you doing up sweetheart? It's late," he whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.

You hummed in agreement, placing your arms across his, leaning your head back so it rested on his chest. You began swaying slightly, as if you were hearing music. Logan closed his eyes as he moved with you, breathing in your scent. It had been over a year since the two of you had began dating. You were a former student of the school and Professor Xavier had asked you to return. You were the resident art teacher and Logan taught history. You were the type that tended to keep to themselves and at first you were intimidated by Logan's rough outer exterior.

It wasn't until one day when you were walking out of the classroom carrying a tray of dirty paint water cups that you two literally ran into each other. The water ended up on both of you. Terrified of who you had run into, you shrieked and ran back into your classroom. Logan quickly followed behind. Unbeknownst to you, he had been watching you from afar, completely enamored with you. He found you so intriguing. He had been on his way to try and talk to you, get to know you, but instead, scared you half to death when he ran into you.

When he walked into your classroom, he suddenly stopped, taking in all the artwork that was hanging on the walls. It wasn't until he felt a towel being placed in his hands that his attention was brought back.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Howlett, I didn't see you," you said as you tried to clean up the mess.

He quickly grabbed your hands, stopping you. "It's ok, and please, call me Logan."

You blushed slightly and stuck out your hand, "(Y/N)."

Logan smirked as he stared into your eyes as he shook your hand. He swore he could see the constellations in them. Realizing he was staring, he cleared his throat and pointed around the room. "Is this all of your work?"

You laughed and shook your head, "No, these are all the students. We just finished a lesson on expressionism. I played music and they painted what they felt."

"How long have you been doing art?" he asked as he walked around, looking at everything.

You shrugged, "For as long as I can remember. It's both my gift and my curse."

That got his attention. He turned towards you, arching his eyebrow, egging you to go on.

You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked down, "My mutation is a bit unique. The drawing and painting helps me to reign it in and focus so I can give an accurate reading."

He walked towards you slowly, afraid he would spook you. "What is your mutation?"

You cleared your throat, "I... uh... can see things happen before they happen. But not all the time. It just sort of happens; I don't have any control over when it does happen. But when it does, if I draw it out, it helps. Sometimes if I don't, I don't remember what I saw."

"So... you can predict the future?"

You shrugged, "More or less. It's actually one of the reasons Professor Xavier asked me to come back."