Marvel & DC Oneshots

More than Anything

(Patch! Logan Howlett/Wolverine x female!reader)

When you got admited into Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters, being only a naive mutant that wanted to learn how to control her mutations, you'd never expected to end up going on missions with the X-Team.

And, much less for Logan Howlett —the Wolverine— to end up snatching you up and dragging you alone for his 'solo missions' when the dark era came for the mutants.

Logan was a roughed up man. He had lived through wars, gone to hell and back a few times, with a sarcasm sharper than the claws that grew from his knuckles and colder than the adamantium his skeleton was made of.

Yet, while he was still living at the School with the rest of the team, he came across you. And your mutant detection ability, that allowed you to sense all and any mutants in an x range of distance, would really come in handy for when he had to track down his targets. So he took you with him.

And this time, Logan had dragged you to Madripoor. The city of crime. The city where corruption was the rule and the law could do little to stop the mafias growing under the surface.

The two of you were inside a fancy casino right now. Logan, who was going by the codename 'Patch', was wearing a white suit with a matching black bow-tie while he played some poker in a table —you two were waiting for the target to show up.

He was focused on his deck on cards while you stood pretty by his side, all dolled up in a white dress. However, he still saw all the perverted glances sent your way.

He growled slightly under his breath, his free hand grabbing your waist and pressing you to his side protectively while he shot a death glare to the dirty old man that had been eyeing you up.

"ya stay close ta me, yeah, bub?" he whispered in a protective tone, his nose slightly bumping against your cheek, eyes not leaving the deck. He'd better show the people there that you were off limits. "ya gonna help me watch the deck like tha good thing y'are, hmn?" he added rumbly.

"Yes sir." You state just loud enough for the men around the table to hear. Carefully shifting to sit in his lap, laying one arm across the expanse of his shoulders.

The men around the table let out a low whistle at your reply, and some just chuckled while others grinned at the way you had sat yourself down in Logan's lap.

Logan himself groaned lowly under his breath, but it came out more as a possessive growl than anything else, his hands moving from the cards on the table and wrapping around your hips now, pulling you tighter against his body.

"Good girl. sucha good girl..." he purred, eyes shooting daggers across the room.

You half rest your chin on his shoulder, watching the cards from the corner of your eye while simultaneously looking around the room, pretending to seem uninterested.

Logan was happy with how you had sat yourself in his lap, his long arms wrapping around your waist with a possessive grip.

When you half-rested your chin on his shoulder, he let out another low, rumbly purr of approval, his nose bumping against your temple before he moved his head to the side, resting his chin on your head while he continued to play poker.

His hands squeezed your waist again once he had his eyes back on the cards on the table. He glanced around the room once more, shooting the dirty looks straight back at the men.

You briefly glance around the table, noticing Logan not having greatest luck this round and 'innocently' stretch one of your legs out, making your heel dangle off your foot by your toes, distracting the other men almost instantly.