7 parte Ongoing MatureOh, hey there, you cheeky little reader! Yeah, you, the one scrolling through fanfics instead of doing something productive with your life. Bored of all the vanilla fanfics and looking for something with a bit more... spice? Well, congratulations- you've just hit the jackpot, assuming the writer doesn't mess it up. (No pressure, though. I'm sure they'll at least try not to tank this.)
Alrighty. If you're wondering what happens when you put me, the Merc with a Mouth, and Mr. Forks For Hands into the same room for more than five minutes, things are gonna get messy. And by 'messy,' I mean shits gonna blow up, claws are gonna fly, and Logan's gonna get all grumpy (which is just code for 'secretly turned on'). It's basically like mixing C4 with a hurricane- just with more swearing and less safety precautions.
Seriously, with Logan's 'I'm too sexy for this shirt' vibe, who's to say where that could lead? (I know, I know, I'm blushing under this mask too.) But don't worry-this isn't some half-assed, "fade to black" crap. We're talking raw, real, and raunchy enough to make you double-check that incognito mode is on. So grab some popcorn and maybe a cold shower, 'cause this is gonna be one wild ride.
And if the writer blows it (HAHA...blows it.)? Well, we'll just pretend this never happened, capiche? It'll be our little secret. You, me, and a few thousand of our closest friends
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I do not own the rights to ANY of the characters in this story as they are all Marvel characters
