X-Men Oneshots

Power Series (Logan Howlett)

You sat on the porch of the cabin, watching as the sun began its slow descent beyond the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of orange and pink. The vast wilderness stretched out in every direction, the mountains standing tall in the distance. You had always loved this place—so far from the chaos of the world. It was peaceful, serene, and perfect for the two of you.

Beside you, Logan sat in his usual gruff silence, a beer in hand, his piercing eyes scanning the treeline as if expecting trouble to come charging out at any second. It never did, but Logan was the type to always stay prepared.

"You're quiet," Logan finally said, his voice rough but gentle. He didn't look at you, but you could feel the weight of his attention in the way his body shifted slightly towards you.

You shrugged, kicking at the ground lightly with your boot. "Just thinking."

He took a swig of his beer, the sound of the bottle tapping the wooden porch echoing in the stillness. "What about?"

You hesitated for a moment. It wasn't easy to talk about, even with Logan, and the two of you had been through enough together that you should be comfortable with it by now. But your powers... they were still a source of unease for you, a fire inside you that you didn't always have full control over.

"They're getting stronger," you murmured, glancing down at your hands. The faint flicker of heat danced along your fingertips, a reminder of the flame you carried inside. "The fire. I can feel it growing. Sometimes I'm afraid I won't be able to control it."

Logan finally turned his gaze to you, his expression hard to read behind the grizzled features, but his eyes softened at the edges. "You've handled it so far. You've got more control than you think."

You let out a small laugh, though it was laced with nerves. "Yeah, tell that to the last time I tried to cook dinner. I nearly set the kitchen on fire."

Logan chuckled, a low rumble that you felt more than heard. "You did burn the steak pretty bad, darlin'. But hey, I've had worse."

Your powers had always been a part of you, ever since you could remember. You had the ability to control fire—to summon it, shape it, bend it to your will. It was a power that burned deep inside your core, both exhilarating and terrifying. Logan had seen it all. He had been there during your outbursts, your moments of fear, and the times when the flames felt like they would consume you.

Logan's own healing factor made him one of the few who could handle the intensity of your powers when things got out of control. His presence, his quiet strength, had been a grounding force for you, something to cling to when the fire raged too fiercely.

"I don't want to hurt you," you whispered, meeting his eyes for the first time since you'd started talking about it.

He looked at you, his expression fierce but tender. "You won't hurt me, Y/N."

You could always count on Logan's unwavering confidence, but sometimes you weren't sure if he really understood just how dangerous your abilities could be. The fire that lived inside you wasn't just a weapon—it was a part of who you were. And while Logan could heal from almost anything, you didn't want to be the cause of his pain, even if it was only temporary.

"I'm serious," you said, your voice stronger now. "What if one day I lose control? What if I hurt you or someone else?"

Logan leaned forward, placing his beer down on the porch and turning fully towards you. He reached out, his rough hand gently cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"You're not gonna hurt me. And you're not gonna hurt anyone else. You've got more control than you give yourself credit for. You've always had it." His voice was low and steady, filled with a certainty that you wished you could feel yourself.

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch. The warmth of his hand wasn't just comforting—it was grounding. Logan had that effect on you. He was like the calm in the storm, the one thing that could pull you back when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.

"I just don't want to lose you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Logan's grip on you tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your skin again. "You won't."

Opening your eyes, you looked into his, finding that familiar intensity there. Logan had always been a man of few words, but when he spoke, it carried weight. And you believed him, because when Logan said something, he meant it.

"Come on," he said after a moment, his voice taking on that gruff, no-nonsense tone that you had grown to love. "Let's see what you've got. Show me."

You raised an eyebrow, confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Logan stood up, offering his hand to you. "Let's test it out. See how strong the fire's gotten."

You blinked, glancing between him and your hands, where the faint flicker of flame still danced along your fingertips. "Are you sure? I don't want to—"

"Y/N," Logan interrupted, his voice firm but kind. "I trust you."

Swallowing your nerves, you took his hand and let him pull you up. He led you out into the clearing a little way from the cabin, giving you enough space. The evening air was cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that pulsed beneath the surface of your body.

Logan stepped back, crossing his arms and giving you a nod. "Go ahead. Don't hold back."

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and focused, feeling the fire stir within you. Slowly, you let it out, allowing the flames to flicker to life in your palms. It started as a small spark, but soon grew, the fire swirling around your hands like a living thing. You opened your eyes and watched as the flames danced, growing hotter and brighter with each passing second.

Logan didn't flinch, didn't move. He just watched you with that calm, steady gaze of his, as if he knew without a doubt that you had full control.

The flames grew, swirling around your body, lighting up the clearing with a brilliant orange glow. The heat radiated off you in waves, but you kept it contained, kept it controlled. And as the fire reached its peak, you felt a sense of power and calm wash over you—because for the first time in a long time, you weren't afraid.

With a flick of your wrist, the flames dissipated, leaving nothing but a faint warmth in the air. You exhaled, a slow, relieved breath, and looked over at Logan.

He gave you a small nod of approval, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Told you," he said simply.

You smiled, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. Logan had that way of making things seem simpler, easier. And as he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms, you realized that with him by your side, maybe—just maybe—you really did have nothing to fear.

Because no matter how strong the fire got, Logan would always be there to help you keep it under control. And that was enough.