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Daughter of the Month>> Father!Logan Howlett X Daughter!Reader

Title: Daughter of the Month

Paring: Father!Logan Howlett X Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none!

Spoilers: none!

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There was never a time when you could remember feeling afraid. There had always been someone to watch your back; even Charles Xavier's frienemy Eric Lehnsherr let down the act of being pissed off at your dad and played nice when you were around. But that night...there was no comparison to how afraid you had been that night. 

And that was why you insisted on attending the school. 

"If I'm supposed to be a fight-ready mutant like you and Ms Grey, I have - no, I need to go and educate myself," you approach your father at the dinner table. He's reading the newspaper, a cup of joe piping hot beside him on the table. He folds the top of the newspaper over as if he's in a noir film, and raises an eyebrow. "You can't expect me to stay the normal-person high school. I could have another fit, and hurt someone." 

Your father blinks, and folds the newspaper onto the table neatly. Taking a sip of his drink, you wait patiently for him to speak. 

"I think you're right, ________." he grunts. Your eyes widen, but before you can give your gratitude, the great Logan Howlett adds, "But it isn't to keep your old classmates away from you. You're in control of your claws, they are a part of you. You aren't a monster."

Slowly, you nod. "I...I know."

He snorts. "Do you? Just because you're a moody teenager in this day and age doesn't mean that you will be that in a hundred years. Time twists people, _______. You have to know you're just as normal as the humans at your school." Logan instructs you. "The only difference between you and Miss Human Beauty Queen is a couple of genes."

You nod, and going to the fridge, you pour yourself a glass of orange juice. "I know, dad."

Logan picks up his paper again, and takes a deep breath. "And, you're already enrolled for Xavier's. Lucky I can pull strings, kid, it's midterm, and most places wouldn't have you...except Wheels."

You cough up your drink, and spluttering, you cry, "Dad! Professor Xavier is a very important - world-renowned lecturer about the science of modern evolution, you just can't call him that!" 

Your father shrugs behind his paper. "Sorry. Charlie's a nice guy."

Your eyes narrow, but before you can act, you scrunch your nose. "Yeah, nice guy you don't respect much Dad. I can't wait to be in the same place as you and have all the other mutants around, it'll be so awesome!" you land a faux punch to his shoulder, and lean in to kiss your your father's unshaven cheek. "Okay, so I'll be late home tonight. I'm going out rollerblading until dark. I might even catch a movie." 

Logan's eyes inspect you. "With who?" he presses.

You shrug. "A really cool kid from the school, Maximoff. I had a slushy with him the other day." you beam, noticing how the red blush of anger began to spread across your father's neck. "Alright, I'm off before you can stop me. Love you!"