Wolverine (Logan) one shot x reader fluff

Wolverine one shot x reader fluff

Immediately I opened my eyes when a sound of loud breathing pierced through the air around my bed. After my eyes got used to the dim light, I looked around confused to find its source. The breathing got faster, now companied with an animal-like grown. 'L-Logan?' I asked with a mixed feeling of fear and astonishment. He seemed to sleep with his eyelids closed and his head deeply buried in his pillow. One hand laid beside his head and had turned into a fist, showing his veins underneath his skin. His mouth was opened a bit and I saw he was clenching his teeth. That worried me.

'Logan?' I tried again. His breathing got even faster. I needed to wake him so I raised my voice. 'Logan!' I screamed. He woke up immediately with a loud scream and one fist in the air, the other beside his body. Claws had come out of his fist and the sound tha accompanied the metal frightened me. With eyes that resembled a wild animal's eyes he looked around but he didn't look at me. I placed my fingertips on his fist as gently as possible. His face turned to me in a reflex and the wild angry look in his eyes disappeared when I whispered his name. 'It's okay. There's nothing wrong. You just had a nightmare again, but it wasn't real.' I said. 'This is real.' I added as an attempt to calm him down. 

'That is exactly what you would say in one of my nightmares.' He answered, still on his guard. 'How can I be sure you're the real you?' He asked me with the harsh edge in his voice that I had always hated when he talked to me. I sighed and pushed his clawed fists down slowly. 'How can you be sure?' I said and showed a little smile. Confusion grew on his face with everything I did. I leaned in and kissed him gently on his lips. If that wasn't enough then I don't know what is. 

He answered my kiss sweetly in the way only my Logan could do. I heard his claws disappering in his knuckles and he placed one hand on my waist. The other one rested on my cheek, tenderly stroking over the skin, causing me to smile because of the tickling feeling. I tasted the sweet taste of his lips until he pulled away. With growing joy in my heart I watched a little smile decorating Logan's face as he spoke.

'That's a thing you would do in my dreams.' He smiled and I grinned along. 'Your most beautiful dreams, then.' I answered. He chuckled cutely. 'Agreed, my most beautiful dreams.' But after those words his smile dissapeared and he looked at me with a light of shame in his eyes that asked for forgiveness.

'Sorry for waking you up this early, I didn't mean to.' 

I shook my head. 'Oh that's okay, you shouldn't have these nightmares, you don't have to be afraid.' I told him and placed my hands on his fists once again. My eyes searched for his and when I found them, I captured them in a stare. 'You know why I don't have nightmares?' I asked him and as an answer he shook his head. 'Because I have someone to protect me.' I said and looked him right in the eye so he might see how grateful I was to have him in my live. 'And I shouldn't have nightmares because you would protect me?' Logan asked a bit sarcastic. 'Yeah, laugh if you want to but I can do a lot of mean things to people if they hurt the ones I love.' I said in defence.

'Do you remember that guy who tried to cut off your claws?' I asked him. 'Yes I do. You kicked him pretty hard, didn't you?' I nodded. 'And that guy who refused to let you pass and when you threatened him-' Logan cut me off to correct me. '-asked him kindly.' I smiled. 'alright, when you asked him kindly, and he started to fight you? Do you remember that day?' Logan nodded. 'Yeah, you gave him a pretty nasty hit on the head.' I smiled proudly. 'Yeah, indeed I did.'

Logan leaned in with a grin on his face. 'So do I have to be afraid of you now?' He asked chuckling. 'Yes, perhaps you should.' I teased. 'I'm glad I see you smile again.' I told him when I saw his lips curl up once more. I knew Logan was fighting against nightmares after the horrible things he had seen, like when he saw the old, lovely couple die and all the awful wars he had fought in. The battle against the demons of his mind was a tough fight, but Logan was always fighting. He had always been a fighter, a survivor, and he would never give up. I admired his will and determination. I didn't realise that my complexion had changed into a straight face with hints of sadness while I thought of all Logan's pain.

'What's wrong?' His low voice got me out of my thoughts and I stared into his green-dark-brownish eyes that were shining with concern. 'What? Nothing, nothing.' I assured him. 

'Come on, I know you better than that. Please speak.' He said still concerned as he wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me tightly, moving softly from the left to the right. I forbade myself to think of such horrible things and focussed on his scent as I faked a smile.

'Well, there is one thing that isn't quite right.' I began. 'What is it?' Logan asked curiously. 'That I have never ridden on your motor and yet you have it quite a long time.' I said and let my smile widen a bit. 'Then we should change that.' Logan said chuckling and got up. 'What? Now?' I asked, looking at the soft bed and the warm tick covers with a strong desire to stay  here. With my love.

But my love had already risen. 

'Yes, now. There's nothing nicer that riding in the early dawn, or in the night.' He said and I sighed. 'I'd rather ride it in the late night then in the early morning.' I muttered but rose too. After I had changed into some comforable clothes, I did the regular morning things and saw Logan waiting outside as I walked towards the door.

He stood there waiting for me, it was something in the way he stood that had amazed me since the first time I saw him. He came across as a strong person, both in body and mind, he seemed so powerful, yet his smile could be so kind, his voice so sweet and his eyes so loving and caring that the sight of it would take your breath away.

Logan was dresses in jeans and a white shirt with a black jacket over it. I smiled when I saw this outfit since it was one of my favourites. 

 'Nice.' I said and made a gesture with my hands. 'You too.' He said smiling. Logan knew damn well that he was wearing the outfit I liked best on him. He started the motor and we hopped on. Because I didn't know how to ride, I got the backseat and I wrapped my arms around him as we drove off. 

He was right, riding in the early dawn was very nice, though a bit cold, but above all very nice. I placed my head on his back and watched the world flashing by around me. While his chest rose up and down I sighed in a moment of breathless delight. A smile of satisfaction appeared that wouldn't leave my face for the rest of the way. Except for one moment, when Logan disturbed my peace by making a very sharp turn which caused me to almost hit the ground.

'Logan!' I yelled and buried my nails inside his jacket. He just laughed in his adorable way. When we returned home, I hopped off and walked inside with him. He pushed me inside a chair and grabbed my favourite book. He then placed it on the table in front of me. 'Sit down.' He said. 'I already do.' I answered smirkingly. 

'Then keep sitting there.' 

I opened my book and started reading, I kept sitting in my chair as I was asked to but stood up when the smell of eggs raised from the kitchen. With a curious look in my eyes I entered the kitchen and placed my head on Logan's shoulder who stood in the kitchen like a real chef. 'I thought I told you to sit in your chair.' He said and threw the eggs up to turn them and caught them with the pan.

'Are you now angry with me?' I asked him, still smirking. 'How can I?' He placed his lips on mine for a brief moment and focussed on the eggs again. It was fun seeing him so focussed. This was one of the moments when I thought about the same thing again. A thing I had thought of very often. Some people told me to stay away from Logan because he was too dangerous, because he was kuzuri, a monster. I once again was glad that I didn't obey them. This person, now looking at me, searching for my eyes, made me smile. Some called him a monster, a wild animal that cannot be tamed yet his eyes were so pure, so kind and loving that you couldn't do anything else than fall in love with him. 

Some called him a monster but he was in fact a hero. 

And he was my hero.

A/N

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-MS