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halfamoonTitle: Forever Loving, Forever Blessing
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Dedicated To: My beloved King J -- Wherever we are, as long as we're together, that's enough for me! <3 <3 <3
Characters: Wolverine/Storm -- Also mentions Gambit/Rogue, Professor X/Magneto, and Shadowcat/Prestige.
Rating: R/M
Summary: Logan knows what awaits him, good and bad.
Word Count: 2,161
Written For: HalfAMoon Day 13: Sea/Sky/Storm, X-Men 15 11. Safe, 100 Ships (HOW had I not already done something for these two?!) 85. Chestnut, What If? 65. Kings of the Universe, and 50Disney Fandoms 2024 #5
Warnings: Future Fic, AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It was just a quick moment, just a glance between the sea of violence, but a moment was all Logan needed. A moment to look into the eyes of the woman he loved, the woman who inspired him, who inspired them all, renewed his strength. His centuries-old body was riddled with bullets, and he'd lost an arm somewhere during the chaos. As usual, they were fighting the Brotherhood, but this was a Brotherhood unlike any Logan had experienced before. Of course, the humans had had to go and send in their troops as well, and his team was dividing their time among keeping the stupid humans safe, keeping the Brotherhood back from the proverbial atomic bomb they wanted to explode across the world, and defending their own selves against both.
He was tired. He'd been tired long before he'd joined the X-Men, long before old Chuck had found him and talked him into joining a losing cause. Logan knew Xavier's Dream was a losing cause. No matter how much he liked the ideals behind it, it was only a fantasy. Humans and mutants would never get along well enough to ensure a peaceful coexistence. Almost every meeting ended with chaos like the battlefield currently around him. There were blood and even muscles and entrails flying everywhere, not the least of the latter having been cut free from his enemies' stomachs by his own claws.
But that one, brief moment when his eyes had connected with his wife's was more than enough to rejuvenate Logan and get him feeling much younger than his healing factor ever did. He'd come through this, and he'd bring the troops with him, on both sides. At least he didn't have Magneto to worry about this time. He didn't think he could survive the adamantium being ripped from his body again, at least not yet while he was painfully conscious, but Mags was on their side. All the old quarrels with Chuck had been resolved, and the two were actually out somewhere in the cosmos, far away from all this madness, enjoying their honeymoon together.
The poor guys had had to get off the Earth in order to be able to have a honeymoon -- but at least they'd had one, which was more than he could say for him and 'Ro. Oh, they'd tried several times. They'd tried going everywhere from Canada to Madripoor to Africa, practically every, possibly romantic destination between the two damn Poles, but they were always found no matter where they were. Of course, his Stormy was a soft touch when it came to their people. She always had been, which was part of what made her such a damn good leader. She still cried, still mourned whenever they lost anyone, whereas he paid the soldier their tribute and moved on.
But they'd not lose anyone today, he declared with a roar that even drowned out Ororo's gale-force winds. They'd all be coming home from this one. He launched himself over Shogo, leaping over him and then springing from the boy's shoulders to in front of where his mother stood. Jubilee had become quite the warrior, and she'd even mastered her Vampirism. He was proud of the girl, even if he never said it, and the fact that she was teaching the next generation did his old heart proud. She still had a lot to learn, though, and he almost snickered as he heard her disgusted, almost retching groan as he severed the top half of her enemy from their bottom half.
Entrails hanging from his claws, Logan turned back to his adopted daughter. "Guts got you pukey, kid?" he asked with a grin.
"Mister Wolverine! Sir -- " Shogo started to declare, but without ever turning around, Logan shoved his right set of claws directly behind him, punctuating holes in the eyes, nose, and mouth of the next idiot who was dumb enough to try to take him home. Behind the kids, he saw movement and was glad to see that the humans had finally realized that this wasn't a fight meant for them.
"Cover them," he growled to Jubilee, Shogo, and anyone else wearing the X badge who could hear him. Then, having decided to make the remainder of the battle short work, Logan turned and charged. He held his claws out at his sides and easily took down nearly the entire Brotherhood team. They had been different and more powerful than the old gang with Toad, Mastermind, Blob, and their like, but they were still no match for a determined Wolverine.
Pausing, chest heaving, he looked around for any who remained and was just in time to see his wife doing her work. His beloved Stormy had always been a vision. it didn't matter what she was wearing. She could rock anything, from a sheer slip of a simple, sheath dress to the traditional yellow and blue, team costume. He'd liked her old, silver duds, but he much preferred her black leather outfit that she'd taken back to wearing shortly after their last mishap of an attempted honeymoon.
He liked even more the fact that she had chosen to keep her ivory hair long this time, instead of returning to her old mohawk style. He had nothing against her mohawk, of course, but he liked being able to grab a fistful of hair and -- A lightning bolt cut, jagged, to just behind Logan. He snorted as his beloved landed smoothly beside him. "I had 'im."
"I have no doubt you did, Wolverine." Ororo arched a slender, white eyebrow at him. Time had not been kind to either of them, and they were both getting older. Logan dreaded the idea of Ororo leaving him, but he knew she would one day. He'd retire with her, of course, when she finally had to leave the team, but she would eventually go to a place where he could not follow, no matter how hard he tried. They always did. Everyone he'd ever loved had left him eventually, and he'd put far too many of them in the cold, hard ground.
Ororo would die on him eventually. The kids would too. They all would. And he'd be left, unable to follow. No matter what he endured, from Mags ripping the adamantium from his bones to Creed and others even down right destroying every bit of his body and scattering his ashes across the globe, he always, always somehow ended up coming back together. Damn healin' factor, he thought, but if he didn't have the healing factor, he'd also likely not have Ororo either.
That woman standing before him now, smiling teasingly at him, was what made it all worthwhile. Every dreadful moment of his damn, mostly unfortunate life had led to him finding her and falling in love with her. He didn't care if Charles had been the one to bring them all together. He had still been the one to realize that Ororo Munroe truly was a goddess put on this Earth to lead them all to a better place. And she did do that. She had brought them all back from the brink of impossible survival into a happier, more peaceful time, at least for a while. The peace never lasted, but the love she'd poured into all their relationships always brought with it more joy and peace than many of them had ever known in their lifetime, especially him.
"Daydreaming in battle, love? I know you're cocky, Wolverine, but surely even you -- "
"I've got every right to be cocky, darlin'," he growled, swiftly closing the distance between them, "an' I know you've got my back."
"And your side, husband, always." She kissed him then, a quick and reassuring peck that made him feel like a young, spry man again, before pulling back, standing erect, and surveying the battlefield. The humans were gone, as were the remaining Brotherhood. A couple of their own had been injured, but it was nothing that the Beast could not take care of back home.
"You could have left some f'r de rest o' us, mon ami," Gambit jested, flicking a glowing card harmlessly into one of the fallen Sentinels that had been brought into the fray earlier in the battle, before it had turned into an almost completely, all-out war between their people and those damn Brotherhood that seemed to come back like the worst care of fleas no matter how many times they defeated him and the evil team disbanded.
Logan nodded his gray and grizzled head. "You've got a wife back home now, Cajun, an' a kid to be thinkin' of too. You folks don't even need to be comin' into these battles anymore."
Remy fell into step beside him as they walked back to where the Blackbird waited. Ororo stayed back; both men knew she would not leave until she was confident every one of their people were safely aboard the jet and there were no survivors left on the battlefield. His chestnut brown hair was longer than it had been in years, but its gray roots were showing today. "I could say de same about you, mes ami."
Logan snorted. "I don't have a kid."
Remy's red eyes glanced meaningfully behind them where Jubilee was checking Shogo's wounds and Kitty Pryde stalked forward with Rachel's hand in hers and the dragon, Lockheed, draped across her muscular shoulders. "Yeah, right," he murmured. "Besides, where we gonna go?" he asked, looking directly at Logan. "De Savage Land? The safest place for any o' us mutants is right here wit' de X-Men, rather we in battle or no."
Logan snorted again but did not speak again. He did not speak throughout the entire flight home, not to Remy, not to Ororo, not to anyone. His family had long since learned when the Wolverine needed alone time, and most of them, including his beloved wife, were wise to leave him alone during such times.
It was not until they arrived home and he and Ororo were walking to their home in the latest school's attic that he at last broke his silence. He turned suddenly, just before they could enter, and took his wife's hands in his. She looked at him, startled, her blue eyes full of unspoken questions, but she left them unspoken and waited patiently for him to answer them. "Marry me again, 'Ro."
His gruff, completely unexpected question did bring a startled cry of surprise from her. "What?!" she asked, blinking rapidly, unsure if she'd heard correctly or not. Outside, a gray cloud passed in front of the sun.
"Marry me again," he stated. "This time, we'll have our honeymoon. We'll have it right here at home. Come in here," he said, kicking the door open behind him, having opted to use his booted foot than take his hand from either of hers. He led her into their home as he continued, "Right here at home. Our people'll let us. It's in tryin' to go any damn where else that we always end up havin' to fight somebody or save somebody's ass. Marry me again, an' we'll spend our honeymoon right here."
He drew her lovingly into his arms. "We'll spend our life right here." No matter how long his ended up being, Logan knew there was no sense of trying to go anywhere else. Everything he wanted -- everyone he could ever want was right here, most especially their Queen, their Goddess, their leader, and his wife, his greatest blessing ever from any god, Ororo Munroe. "Marry me again, Stormy," he murmured against her lips.
He didn't care how long he lived. He couldn't stop his life, couldn't die when she went or before her no matter how much he wanted to or how hard he tried. He'd tried to end his life before; it never, ever worked. So, he might as well stay here and fight for the impossible dream in which she still believed and that had brought them together in the first place. He might as well be here, even after her inevitable passing, for the generations of mutant children to come. It's how she would want it after all -- although the statues he was going to erect to her beauty and legend were certainly something of which she'd not approve.
"Marry me," he stated again, his voice low and guttural as he shoved away the dark thoughts toward his mind had been heading. They had survived again, survived together. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day -- the rest of all his days -- loving this incredible blessing of a woman.
She beamed as she answered, "Anything you want, Logan," and kissed him deeply. Outside, the clouds had dispersed again, and the sky was a brilliant, unmarred shade of blue. But the unexpected lightning bolt that passed through it told all the X-Men their family was home and safe and their leaders were loving again.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Dedicated To: My beloved King J -- Wherever we are, as long as we're together, that's enough for me! <3 <3 <3
Characters: Wolverine/Storm -- Also mentions Gambit/Rogue, Professor X/Magneto, and Shadowcat/Prestige.
Rating: R/M
Summary: Logan knows what awaits him, good and bad.
Word Count: 2,161
Written For: HalfAMoon Day 13: Sea/Sky/Storm, X-Men 15 11. Safe, 100 Ships (HOW had I not already done something for these two?!) 85. Chestnut, What If? 65. Kings of the Universe, and 50
Warnings: Future Fic, AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It was just a quick moment, just a glance between the sea of violence, but a moment was all Logan needed. A moment to look into the eyes of the woman he loved, the woman who inspired him, who inspired them all, renewed his strength. His centuries-old body was riddled with bullets, and he'd lost an arm somewhere during the chaos. As usual, they were fighting the Brotherhood, but this was a Brotherhood unlike any Logan had experienced before. Of course, the humans had had to go and send in their troops as well, and his team was dividing their time among keeping the stupid humans safe, keeping the Brotherhood back from the proverbial atomic bomb they wanted to explode across the world, and defending their own selves against both.
He was tired. He'd been tired long before he'd joined the X-Men, long before old Chuck had found him and talked him into joining a losing cause. Logan knew Xavier's Dream was a losing cause. No matter how much he liked the ideals behind it, it was only a fantasy. Humans and mutants would never get along well enough to ensure a peaceful coexistence. Almost every meeting ended with chaos like the battlefield currently around him. There were blood and even muscles and entrails flying everywhere, not the least of the latter having been cut free from his enemies' stomachs by his own claws.
But that one, brief moment when his eyes had connected with his wife's was more than enough to rejuvenate Logan and get him feeling much younger than his healing factor ever did. He'd come through this, and he'd bring the troops with him, on both sides. At least he didn't have Magneto to worry about this time. He didn't think he could survive the adamantium being ripped from his body again, at least not yet while he was painfully conscious, but Mags was on their side. All the old quarrels with Chuck had been resolved, and the two were actually out somewhere in the cosmos, far away from all this madness, enjoying their honeymoon together.
The poor guys had had to get off the Earth in order to be able to have a honeymoon -- but at least they'd had one, which was more than he could say for him and 'Ro. Oh, they'd tried several times. They'd tried going everywhere from Canada to Madripoor to Africa, practically every, possibly romantic destination between the two damn Poles, but they were always found no matter where they were. Of course, his Stormy was a soft touch when it came to their people. She always had been, which was part of what made her such a damn good leader. She still cried, still mourned whenever they lost anyone, whereas he paid the soldier their tribute and moved on.
But they'd not lose anyone today, he declared with a roar that even drowned out Ororo's gale-force winds. They'd all be coming home from this one. He launched himself over Shogo, leaping over him and then springing from the boy's shoulders to in front of where his mother stood. Jubilee had become quite the warrior, and she'd even mastered her Vampirism. He was proud of the girl, even if he never said it, and the fact that she was teaching the next generation did his old heart proud. She still had a lot to learn, though, and he almost snickered as he heard her disgusted, almost retching groan as he severed the top half of her enemy from their bottom half.
Entrails hanging from his claws, Logan turned back to his adopted daughter. "Guts got you pukey, kid?" he asked with a grin.
"Mister Wolverine! Sir -- " Shogo started to declare, but without ever turning around, Logan shoved his right set of claws directly behind him, punctuating holes in the eyes, nose, and mouth of the next idiot who was dumb enough to try to take him home. Behind the kids, he saw movement and was glad to see that the humans had finally realized that this wasn't a fight meant for them.
"Cover them," he growled to Jubilee, Shogo, and anyone else wearing the X badge who could hear him. Then, having decided to make the remainder of the battle short work, Logan turned and charged. He held his claws out at his sides and easily took down nearly the entire Brotherhood team. They had been different and more powerful than the old gang with Toad, Mastermind, Blob, and their like, but they were still no match for a determined Wolverine.
Pausing, chest heaving, he looked around for any who remained and was just in time to see his wife doing her work. His beloved Stormy had always been a vision. it didn't matter what she was wearing. She could rock anything, from a sheer slip of a simple, sheath dress to the traditional yellow and blue, team costume. He'd liked her old, silver duds, but he much preferred her black leather outfit that she'd taken back to wearing shortly after their last mishap of an attempted honeymoon.
He liked even more the fact that she had chosen to keep her ivory hair long this time, instead of returning to her old mohawk style. He had nothing against her mohawk, of course, but he liked being able to grab a fistful of hair and -- A lightning bolt cut, jagged, to just behind Logan. He snorted as his beloved landed smoothly beside him. "I had 'im."
"I have no doubt you did, Wolverine." Ororo arched a slender, white eyebrow at him. Time had not been kind to either of them, and they were both getting older. Logan dreaded the idea of Ororo leaving him, but he knew she would one day. He'd retire with her, of course, when she finally had to leave the team, but she would eventually go to a place where he could not follow, no matter how hard he tried. They always did. Everyone he'd ever loved had left him eventually, and he'd put far too many of them in the cold, hard ground.
Ororo would die on him eventually. The kids would too. They all would. And he'd be left, unable to follow. No matter what he endured, from Mags ripping the adamantium from his bones to Creed and others even down right destroying every bit of his body and scattering his ashes across the globe, he always, always somehow ended up coming back together. Damn healin' factor, he thought, but if he didn't have the healing factor, he'd also likely not have Ororo either.
That woman standing before him now, smiling teasingly at him, was what made it all worthwhile. Every dreadful moment of his damn, mostly unfortunate life had led to him finding her and falling in love with her. He didn't care if Charles had been the one to bring them all together. He had still been the one to realize that Ororo Munroe truly was a goddess put on this Earth to lead them all to a better place. And she did do that. She had brought them all back from the brink of impossible survival into a happier, more peaceful time, at least for a while. The peace never lasted, but the love she'd poured into all their relationships always brought with it more joy and peace than many of them had ever known in their lifetime, especially him.
"Daydreaming in battle, love? I know you're cocky, Wolverine, but surely even you -- "
"I've got every right to be cocky, darlin'," he growled, swiftly closing the distance between them, "an' I know you've got my back."
"And your side, husband, always." She kissed him then, a quick and reassuring peck that made him feel like a young, spry man again, before pulling back, standing erect, and surveying the battlefield. The humans were gone, as were the remaining Brotherhood. A couple of their own had been injured, but it was nothing that the Beast could not take care of back home.
"You could have left some f'r de rest o' us, mon ami," Gambit jested, flicking a glowing card harmlessly into one of the fallen Sentinels that had been brought into the fray earlier in the battle, before it had turned into an almost completely, all-out war between their people and those damn Brotherhood that seemed to come back like the worst care of fleas no matter how many times they defeated him and the evil team disbanded.
Logan nodded his gray and grizzled head. "You've got a wife back home now, Cajun, an' a kid to be thinkin' of too. You folks don't even need to be comin' into these battles anymore."
Remy fell into step beside him as they walked back to where the Blackbird waited. Ororo stayed back; both men knew she would not leave until she was confident every one of their people were safely aboard the jet and there were no survivors left on the battlefield. His chestnut brown hair was longer than it had been in years, but its gray roots were showing today. "I could say de same about you, mes ami."
Logan snorted. "I don't have a kid."
Remy's red eyes glanced meaningfully behind them where Jubilee was checking Shogo's wounds and Kitty Pryde stalked forward with Rachel's hand in hers and the dragon, Lockheed, draped across her muscular shoulders. "Yeah, right," he murmured. "Besides, where we gonna go?" he asked, looking directly at Logan. "De Savage Land? The safest place for any o' us mutants is right here wit' de X-Men, rather we in battle or no."
Logan snorted again but did not speak again. He did not speak throughout the entire flight home, not to Remy, not to Ororo, not to anyone. His family had long since learned when the Wolverine needed alone time, and most of them, including his beloved wife, were wise to leave him alone during such times.
It was not until they arrived home and he and Ororo were walking to their home in the latest school's attic that he at last broke his silence. He turned suddenly, just before they could enter, and took his wife's hands in his. She looked at him, startled, her blue eyes full of unspoken questions, but she left them unspoken and waited patiently for him to answer them. "Marry me again, 'Ro."
His gruff, completely unexpected question did bring a startled cry of surprise from her. "What?!" she asked, blinking rapidly, unsure if she'd heard correctly or not. Outside, a gray cloud passed in front of the sun.
"Marry me again," he stated. "This time, we'll have our honeymoon. We'll have it right here at home. Come in here," he said, kicking the door open behind him, having opted to use his booted foot than take his hand from either of hers. He led her into their home as he continued, "Right here at home. Our people'll let us. It's in tryin' to go any damn where else that we always end up havin' to fight somebody or save somebody's ass. Marry me again, an' we'll spend our honeymoon right here."
He drew her lovingly into his arms. "We'll spend our life right here." No matter how long his ended up being, Logan knew there was no sense of trying to go anywhere else. Everything he wanted -- everyone he could ever want was right here, most especially their Queen, their Goddess, their leader, and his wife, his greatest blessing ever from any god, Ororo Munroe. "Marry me again, Stormy," he murmured against her lips.
He didn't care how long he lived. He couldn't stop his life, couldn't die when she went or before her no matter how much he wanted to or how hard he tried. He'd tried to end his life before; it never, ever worked. So, he might as well stay here and fight for the impossible dream in which she still believed and that had brought them together in the first place. He might as well be here, even after her inevitable passing, for the generations of mutant children to come. It's how she would want it after all -- although the statues he was going to erect to her beauty and legend were certainly something of which she'd not approve.
"Marry me," he stated again, his voice low and guttural as he shoved away the dark thoughts toward his mind had been heading. They had survived again, survived together. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day -- the rest of all his days -- loving this incredible blessing of a woman.
She beamed as she answered, "Anything you want, Logan," and kissed him deeply. Outside, the clouds had dispersed again, and the sky was a brilliant, unmarred shade of blue. But the unexpected lightning bolt that passed through it told all the X-Men their family was home and safe and their leaders were loving again.
The End
