X-Men imagines and preferences

Wolverine (Logan) Catch up

A/N I know I've been away for literally FOREVER but exams man. So I back(ish) now, which means I've got the urge to write, plus its half term so I've got a (little) bit of time. This was requested a while ago, whoops! Hope you guys like it!

WARNINGS: swearing, but what did we expect really

What you are + your power:

You're a human, an ordinary human, but your brother was a mutant, and a powerful one at that, so you knew how to deal with them, and when you met and weren't afraid of his 'claws' he was intrigued, he couldn't wait to know more. Plus, he very much liked your face

How You Met:

Wrong place. Wrong time. Wasn't that the saying? For you it was just the wrong shortcut, that alleyway you went down every day that cut 10 minutes of your walk to the train station that meant you could have extra time in bed, go past the bagel place and still get to the station on time was a lifesaver. An absolute lifesaver. Except this morning it wasn't. There were two men at the end of the alley way, which there often were, and they looked like they were laughing, joking, pushing each other about a bit. So you carried on walking closer, tightening your hand around your keys as you approached, just in case. But as you got closer you heard no laughter, you heard threats and, was that? Growls?

But you couldn't turn back now, if you did you would miss that train; and, let's be honest, you really wanted that bagel; plus, you could just walk around them and it'd be fine, right? There was space behind the taller man that you could slip through, no harm done. Or so you thought. As you inched closer it was clear these two were so preoccupied with their 'discussion' that they were oblivious to your existence, and as you got closer still a full on fight broke out. Punches were thrown, legs were kicked, and, was that, swords? As the metal glinted in the dim sunlight as it was swung you froze in your place. There was no way you would have time for your bagel now.

Suddenly your brain woke up again and you were moving, but not backwards, you slid into the shadows and unlocked your phone typing in the numbers '999' but then your phone was gone. And the call was hung up. The taller man was in front of you towering over your small frame. "No police. This isn't a police issue". He turned and as your tenses became more aware of your surroundings to noticed a limp at the end of the alleyway, a lump that looked significantly like a human.

A sudden splurge of anger and bravery made you shout "If you've killed someone, I think it becomes a police issue"

The man who had spoken earlier was now down the other end of the alleyway, the end you had entered what felt like years ago. Your phone was at your feet. He scoffed and simply said "He's not dead, he'll heal, surprisingly well" you could hear his smile and it made your stomach boil with anger "oh, and your phone won't work for at least an hour, so don't try calling anyone again." And with that he was gone. Little did you know it wasn't the last time you'd see him. You stood dumbfounded, unsure of what to do, for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute or two. Then you approached the, now moving, body on the floor. You sat beside him and watched his wounds heal within seconds and as he suddenly surged upwards, furious, you placed your hand on his chest to try to stop, and calm, him.

"He's gone" you said softly

"Bastard" he muttered and turned to you "Who the hell are you?"

Nicknames:

He calls you:

Babe: he called you this when he needed you to do or get something for him, so it was quite common to be honest. You didn't mind too much, mostly because he was always quite sweet about asking you for favours.

Love: when he called you this you knew he had something serious to say, either that or he had an idea for dinner. Nevertheless it made your hear skip a little whenever he did.

You call him:

Wolfie: when you were feeling particularly annoying you would call him this, often because he'd been ignoring you and you felt the need to get his attention. It was always worth it, even if he would retaliate with "Yes human".

Babe: as much as he would whine this when he wanted something, you would whine this at him when you wanted him, or when you wanted food. It would make him smile and you loved that, so you said it as often as was acceptable. And sometimes even more.

How you sleep:

(So I wrote this while babysitting and couldn't find a link for this because I had no wifi but I'll try and warble a bit to give an idea)

You'd always start away from each other, on the opposite sides of the bed, facing away from each other, trying to keep warm in the cold winter nights, he was as far away from you as he could be, and sometimes he'd even sleep on the sofa. He was just so paranoid that he'd hurt you, even though you had told him time and time again that you trusted him and knew that he wouldn't. So that was how you started your night, every night. Cold and alone on your side of the bed, huddled up to keep warm. You knew he wanted to hold you, but in his mind. He couldn't. You knew he wanted to hold you though, because he did. You'd fall asleep cold and alone but wake up wrapped in his warmth. His arms surrounding you and his face nuzzled in your neck, snoring quietly. These were the moments you loved the most, the quiet moments when his instincts kicked in and told him to hold you, to protect you, to love you. These were the moments you knew he was yours, and you were his, and these were the moments he allowed himself to be vulnerable. In those sluggish early hours of the morning you knew not much, but you knew you were loved, and that was enough.