You scared me
(A/N): *sobbing cause Logan gives me so much life*
Request: Could you do a Wolverine request where the reader is his girlfriend and she is in danger and he is extremely pissed and after he rescues her is all fluffy and smutty ( if you do smut).
Warnings: swearing, injury
Logan nearly broke his desk when he Charles gave him the news. His heart plummeted to his stomach and he nearly whimpered as Charles told his recollection of the events that had happened only hours before. (Y/N) had even captured by the enemy, taken to their base (wherever the hell it was) and was no doubt dead.
“(Y/N)’s been captured, we’re sounding out a team to go rescue her and-” Logan stands up abruptly, knocking his chair straight to the ground.
“I’m going with,” He states blatantly, giving Charles no room for argument and yet the old man argued anyways.
“Logan, we know how special (Y/N) is to you and that’s exactly why we don’t want you coming with us. We don’t want you coming and getting worked up or-” Logan cut Charles off once again, this time with a low and warning growl.
“I said i’m going with.” At this point Charles knew it was pointless to argue, Logan was dead set in his plan and nothing was going to persuade him. Charles sighs, officially giving up on arguing.
“Fine, we leave in an hour, be ready by then.” Charles knew he didn’t have to tell Logan to hurry up, the man would be ready to go in five minutes anyways. Logan nods curtly, his jaw clenched and eyes stormy. Charles could already tell that whoever had taken (Y/N) was in for one hell of a beating.
The x-men had been fighting for what felt like hours, they were all growing weary and their fighting was growing sloppy. If they didn’t find (Y/N) soon who knew what would happen. Their hearts would probably all give out and they’d die mid-battle.
Minutes ticked by and the oncoming attackers didn’t slow, not even a bit. Logan could sense the despair and growing tiredness within the group and he knew they needed to act fast. They either needed to find (Y/N) and get out of here or these soldiers needed to stop pelting them from all sides.
Logan growls as he tears into another enemy, ripping his head from his neck but just as he had finished that one another man came up and began to attack. Even Logan himself was starting to grow weary when quite suddenly-
"I’VE GOT HER!“ The all too familiar voice of Scott Summers rings through the air. "START RUNNING YOU IDIOTS!” The team doesn’t have to hear another word before they’ve booked it, all making a mad dash for the jet.
Everyone stopped in the cockpit, all panting heavily from the exertion of the fight and now running a good few hundred yards. As they all catch their breath Scott comes rushing in, carrying a badly injured (Y/N).
Logan can feel his heart drop into his stomach when Scott lays (Y/N) down on the floor, her face was badly beaten and her body was coated In a series of scratches and wounds. Logan immediately drops to her side, his finger already reaching for her neck to feel a pulse point, he stops when (Y/N)’s shaking hand grasps his wrist with very little strength.
“I’m alive you doofus,” she murmur softly, her voice no louder than a broken whisper. Logan sighs in relief, the sound coming out shakier than expected.
"God,“ Logan breathes out, running a hand down his face. "You fuckin’ scared me,” (Y/N) slowly smiles, her lips taking time to curl up in a lopsided grin.
“Thought you didn’t get scared,"
"Well, when it comes to you I’m fuckin’ terrified (Y/N).” Logan completely ignored the looks all his teammates were giving him, instead focusing on pouring his soul into the words he spoke. “I can’t lose you (Y/N), not after everything else. You’re the only one I got and-” Logan trails his sentence off when (Y/N)’s warm and still shaking hand cups his cheek, her thumb lightly grazing along his cheek bone.
“I’m not gonna leave you Logan, okay? I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for awhile,” Logan chuckled softly, his nerves finally sated. He smiles fondly at (Y/N), his heart swelling with love for the woman below him. God, if he’d Lost them he wouldn’t know what to do. (Y/N) had been his life-line, the one to always get him through a hard time, the one he would always come home to. If this mission had gone differently and he’d lost (Y/N)- Logan can’t stomach the though and diverts his attention away from his heavy heart.
Logan sighs softly as he turns his head slightly, just enough to brush his lips along (Y/N)’s wrist. (Y/N) smiles lazily, her blood stained lips quirking upwards slightly and Logan has never felt more relief and love in his entire life.
“That’s fine by me,”