"Home" Logan x male!reader

Chapter one... Running away

Set somewhere between xmen and X2, sexuality wasnt as readily accepted as present day. 

CHAPTER ONE 

RUNNING AWAY...

Fighting back the tears in your eyes, you pace up the stairs to your bedroom- grabbing the only tote bag you have and managing to slip as many clothes that'll fit in.

You knew your mother wouldn't be happy when you finally came out; however, you didn't expect her to kick you out for it the same night you attended your college graduation. Who knew that being bi would be the breaking point for your family.  

Letting out a sigh, Trying to release the pain at the back of your throat begging you to cry, you throw your bag over your shoulder and swiftly head down the stairs. Avoiding the judgemental eyes and rushing out the door.

You had heard about a youth/homeless shelter down the block hidden out of view by tall pines. If they weren't at capacity maybe they could get you back on your feet.

You walk up to a big white double door with a plague "school for the gifted"

Oh... its a school. Not a she—

The door flings open and a hand grabs and jerks you within, slamming the doors behind you.

A deep voice consults "You alright? Whose after ya?"

"N-noone now, my mom just kicked me out, I could have sworn I heard this was a shelter... not a school"

The tall mans darkened eyes examined you, furrowing his brow at you. You looked pretty normal to him, you must have been a converted mutant and chased out of your home because of it.

"Lets go talk to Charles"

The hand that never left your shoulder tightened its grip and guided you in front of the man, as he walked you down the hall to a room. Who tf was Charles? Everything was moving too fast.

"Charles," the man called.

The doors opened to reveal an elderly man, bald, in a wheelchair. He wheeled concerned to you, took your hand and looked to the man to your side.

"Logan, give us a minute to get acquainted,"

Charles gently stepped you into the room and the doors shut. Charles, silent for a long moment.

"Ah, okay, I see. Young one, I am deeply sorry for the circumstances that lead you here. We are a school for the outcasts of this world.. I have a feeling you will fit right in should you like to stay. You are welcome to."

Charles gently let go of your hand, how did he gather any information from briefly holding your hand in silence? Whatever, you had bigger things to worry about. He was probably a well educated counselor who had dealt with your situation before.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have the funds for another degree, I'll just go and find a shelter there must be one in town."

Charles listened to you, kindly

"Nonsense child, this school is a sanctuary for all. Think of it as a shelter with some education benefits," Charles smiled and winked at you.

The door behind you opened,

"Did yah say I had a class to teach or what?" Logan protested, looking past you to Charles.

"Change of plans, Logan, our friend here will be staying with us. Would you mind giving him a tour of the mansion?" Charles said, nodding to you.

You turned to look behind you to see Logan's reaction. You assumed he was a professor.

"Uh- yeah, sure" Logan seemingly wanted to protest but forced a polite smile towards you and motioned out to the hallway. You stepped forward, into the hallway, and to the side allowing Logan plenty of room.