#shadowcat

Some quick character busts from my sophomore year listen through :)

Taylor Swift Albums as Marvel Characters (Fearless Edition)

1. Captain America/Steve Rogers

2. Wasp

3. Spider-Man/Peter Parker

4. Banshee/Sean Cassidy

5. Hawkeye/Kate Bishop

7. Kitty Pryde/Shadow Cat

Various D20live doodles from eps 13-15 from twitter

I recently just started drawing and writing again after a long hiatus so nice to be posting again! Hope to hear from some of you guys! :)

X-men Evolution-verse

*/M, F/M, Very slight M/F Tickling

Pure family bonding FLUFF!!


Summary: Logan is dragged to the beach and Kitty convinces him to allow her to bury him in the sand. Some cute fatherly Logan bonding with his girls. ^_^

Word Count: 5,035(Way longer than I planned! lol)

Based on this picture I drew on my DeviantArt. ( https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Relaxation-Interrupted-876785777)

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pleeeeeeeaaaaasse?”

“Still no.”

“C'mon Mr. Logan! It’ll be fun!”

“Ya may be surprised to hear that I have a lot o’ doubts about that.”

Wolverine was sitting on a towel on the sand of the local beach and was currently being pestered by his reason for being there in the first place; Kitty Pryde.

Professor Xavier thought it would be beneficial for Logan to start accompanying the students on a one-on-one basis for some bonding activities to improve student and teacher relations. Kitty had chosen the beach as their destination despite Logan’s minor detest for sand, but he agreed with her promising just how relaxing it would be for him.

He really could stand some relaxation. Especially after his day with Ororo’s nephew Evan, who had naturally picked the skate park for them to go to. Not even Logan’s natural reflexes and balance could keep him from ending up on his ass several times that day. He had to hold himself back from smashing every skateboard there to pieces.

At least there was really nothing he could think of that might go wrong at the beach. The worst for most people was getting a sunburn, but he had no reason to worry about that with his healing factor.

Kitty had brought along her young pit bull puppy that Logan had thoughtfully renamed to Runt, and after hiking the trail down the cliff-side they got settled in. The beach she had chosen was more secluded than the other tourist beaches in the area and currently there was no one around them for half a mile.

Their time there wasn’t bad so far. The weather was in their favor and the sun was out, keeping the air at a comfortable 70F degrees. All Logan had been doing was just sitting there throwing a small piece of driftwood for the puppy to fetch as he kept a watchful eye on Kitty splashing around in the ocean water.

Eventually though she had emerged, and after drying off with a towel her next big idea was for him to let her bury him in the sand. Of course Logan was quick to reject the idea.

“But, like, you don’t even have to do anything! You can just sit there and-!”

“Fer the last time Half-pint, ya ain’t coverin’ me with a buncha sand!” He growled with slight annoyance at her persistence as Runt came running back to deposit the retrieved stick in his hand.

Kitty frowned with a pout of her lips as she turned and hugged her knees to her chest, looking genuinely disappointed.

Logan instantly felt regret. He cursed his inability to resist feeling bad for the teenage girl, not wanting her to be unhappy because of him. Being one of the younger students at the school inherently made him more protective of her; not to mention how she had helped him come to his senses back when he had that mind-control chip that was implanted in his head.

He supposed he could humor her for just a little while. What’s the worst that could happen?

With a loud sigh he softened his voice before throwing the stick for Runt once more.

“Alright fine. If it means that much to ya then go ahead.”

“Really?! You mean it?!” Kitty instantly perked up with a big smile and threw her arms around him, “Thanks Mr. Logan! You won’t regret it!”

Logan smirked at how easy it was for her to change her mood and gave her a gentle hug back with one arm.

“We’ll see about that. Hopefully it ain’t that hard to get off me after. Now if ya don’t mind,” he pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks as he laid back on the towel, “I’m just gonna shut my eyes fer a few minutes an’ catch some sun while yer doin’ that.”

“Go right ahead! Like I said, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax.”
“Sounds good to me.”

With the warmth of the sun penetrating all his exposed skin Logan found it easy to doze off rather quickly. Runt returned with the stick, but after finding Logan not responsive to him trying to thrust the stick into his hand the pup decided to just lay down beside him and start gnawing on the piece of wood.

Meanwhile, Kitty got to work with the sand and began with his lower body, figuring that she’d be less likely to disturb his nap.

It was about fifteen minutes later when Logan began to wake up, taking him a second to remember where he was. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up to find a large mound of sand covering his legs as Kitty continued to add more and more.

“How’s it goin’ kid?”

She smiled when she heard his voice and saw he was awake again.

“Pretty good. I actually had to start off with a lot of wet sand to get it going since the dry stuff was just sliding down and wouldn’t stay in place. It doesn’t feel too heavy on you I hope?”

Logan tried to move his legs a bit to test it, but found he couldn’t budge them at all aside from his feet which the teen had left unburied and sticking out of the mound.

“Nah, it’s fine. But if yer goal was to keep me from escapin’ then I’d say ya succeeded,” he wiggled his feet around, not too crazy about being restrained in any way, but he felt no threat from Kitty, and that little nap had relaxed him more than he thought it would.

“It’s only temporary. I’ll dig you out when you’re ready.”

Logan nodded as he discovered Runt asleep on the towel beside him, rubbing the dog’s small body and waking him almost immediately. The puppy yipped excitedly as he licked at Logan’s hand and then jumped to his paws to run down to the water to chase after the seagulls.

Kitty just smiled, knowing Logan had become very attached to the dog no matter how much he tried to appear otherwise. He was looking after Runt fondly before noticing he’d been caught by the pony-tailed girl as he tried to play it off.

“Dumb mutt,” he snorted and shook his head, breaking their eye contact to keep up his stoic demeanor.

She tilted her head as it was her turn to look at him fondly. Others might find him to be hostile or unsociable or even just plain intimidating, which he was a lot of the time, but despite that she felt differently towards him. She knew firsthand of his dangerous animalistic side that he had trouble controlling, yet she still felt incredibly comfortable around him.

She’d get homesick at times and found Logan always putting in the effort to be there for her in any way big or small. When she would feel like no one cared about any problems she was having he was the only one who was never too busy to listen and give her honest advice, even if sometimes it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. He would never lie to her just for her sake and she appreciated that more than he knew.

She had grown pretty close to him and had taken the time to learn more about the side of him that he didn’t show to many people. It took some digging as he was still pretty reserved when it came to showing emotions other than anger, but there were some things she had picked up.

He may not show it in the traditional way, but he really did care about all of them. He was the crabby uncle and they were all his family.

Logan finally looked back and found her staring at him strangely as he raised a brow.

“Uhhh…ya ok there Half-pint?”

She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head.

“Sorry, I was just thinking. About how good you are to me. You’d really make a great dad,” she smiled warmly as she thought she noticed a slight tinge of blush on Logan’s cheeks as he just muttered and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ah it ain’t nothin’ special. Don’t even mention it,” he tried to change the subject, “So uh, how’s school goin’?”

“It’s not bad. I’m passing all my classes, and I’ve been cramming for my finals that are next week. It’s nice to get a break from all that studying so thanks for coming here with me.”

“Any time kiddo. Sounds like ya needed a lil’ getaway.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately,” she looked to the side and fidgeted with her hands for a moment, “Hey Mr. Logan? You think I could talk to you about something?”

“Course ya can. Somethin’ I can help ya with darlin’?”

“It’s just…well Mr. Logan what I wanna know is-”

Logan cut her off.

“How many times I gotta tell ya, ya don’t gotta keep callin’ me ‘Mr’, y'know? Think we’re way past all the formalities. Just Logan’ll do,” he gave her a small smile for reassurance as she nodded.

“Ok Logan. Anyways I was, like, just wondering, it might be stupid but…,” she paused, biting her lip momentarily before the words just came tumbling out, “How do you know when a boy likes you?”

She looked a little embarrassed for blurting it out like she did, but she was relieved to see no look of judgement on Wolverine’s calm face. There never was no matter what she might say to him.

“Boys, huh. Ya ain’t old enough fer boys yet,” his mouth quirked up slightly as Kitty just giggled.

“In your mind I’d never be old enough,” she shook her head, “But I’m 15 Logan, and boys are starting to notice me and well, I’m noticing them too. So like, what do I do? Should I start dressing different? Talking different? How do I know if I’m doing the right thing?”

“Well first things first any boyfriend ya get is gonna need to have a private meetin’ with me so I can beat…I mean, have a talk with 'em,” he teased her as she laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder.

“Stop it, I’m serious! Really though!”

“Alright fine. Well I can’t speak fer them, but you’d be surprised how much confidence can overcome any kinda physical attraction. It may sound corny, but just stay true to yerself an’ those boys won’t be able to resist. Any boy that likes ya purely fer yer physical attributes ain’t worth yer time anyhow.”

“Well I don’t think I’ll have that problem anyways. I mean, I’m not as pretty as someone like Jean-”

“What’re ya talkin’ about darlin’? Yer beautiful. An’ don’t let no one ever tell ya otherwise. If they do then they’ll have to answer to me,” he unsheathed his claws momentarily with a smirk as Kitty just blushed, not one to take compliments that well.

“You really mean that?”

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but instead came out a snort that just as quickly developed into a goofy looking grin as the burly man surprisingly started to chuckle.

“Heh..Hehehe…Ehehehehee!”

Kitty blushed with a frown this time, feeling self-conscious that Logan was now laughing at her as she regret opening up to him about this.

“Well you don’t have to laugh at me. If this is all a joke to you then you can just-”

“No I-eheeheehehee! It’s not-aahahah! Get away!”

“Get away? You want me to leave?” She was seriously confused by what he was trying to say, though he was struggling to speak clearly through his giggles.

“No! N-Not you! Hehehahaa! My feet! Get 'im off! Ahahahahaahaa!” Logan leaned over the sand pile and tried to swat at something on the other side as Kitty finally realized that something else was going on.

The teen peeked over the sand and her mind was eased when she found the source of Logan’s sudden outburst. Runt had returned from playing down by the water and was now excitedly licking away at the soles of Logan’s bare feet while his tail wagged with vigor.

It was always a pleasant surprise to see that even with his normally tough exterior Wolverine had his soft side too. Even more surprising was the fact that he was actually a very ticklish guy. Kitty herself had gotten into a few tussles with him when he was in the right mood, usually getting Rogue to help her team up against the gruff mutant until they had him in tears.

Currently the playful pup was tickling him greatly as his feet flailed around and his toes curled and flexed, unsuccessfully trying to evade the little tongue.

“C'mon! Get that muhuhutt! Baahaahaha! He’s ticklin’ me!” Logan was laughing harder now as he tried to free his legs by leaning back on his hands and pulling with all his might to no avail.

“Aww, he’s just playing with you. Lets give him another minute,” Kitty smiled, making no move to stop the happy puppy.

She loved seeing Logan laugh like this. It was rare for him to do it on his own, but tickling him was always a guarantee. It was just one of the few natural reactions she got to see from him, and it was nice to see him not be so wound up tight all the time. He’d never admit it, but he was always in a much better mood after laughing his guts out.

“Whahahat?! No! I caahaan’t taahaake-heeheeheehahahah! Stoppit!” Logan howled as he again leaned over the sand mound and tried to shoo the puppy away, but Runt saw his laughter and the flailing of his hands as a positive reaction. In his mind Logan was enjoying this and encouraging him to continue as he’d jump back momentarily to playfully bark before leaping forward to attack his toes with more licks.

“OK! OK! Seriously! Aahahahahah! No mohohore! Maahaahake 'im stahahahaap!” Logan fell back onto his elbows as he clawed at the sand in his attempts to pull himself loose, though starting to lose some of his strength from laughing so much.

Kitty made some unenthusiastic calls to the puppy to try to get his attention.

“Runt? Runt! Come here boy! Oh shoot Logan, he’s just not listening to me,” she giggled, showing that she really wasn’t trying that hard.

“Grab 'im!! Just graahahaab 'im!! Eeheeheeheehehe!! Pleeheeheeaase!!”

Kitty pretended to think it over as she listened to his laughter and hysterical giggles for another minute before finally deciding he’d had enough.

“Alright, come here you,” she smiled and scooped the puppy up as he stretched his tongue to take a few last laps at Logan’s toes. She snuggled him close as he licked her chin before placing him back onto the sand and patting his backside.

“Go on now. Go play,” she shooed him off as he barked and ran back down towards the ocean. She then turned to check on her mentor who was now sitting back up and still a little out of breath, though luckily with his natural abilities he was able to recover fairly quick.

“I didn’t…sign up fer this.”

“You didn’t have to! It’s all included! Told you this place would be relaxing!”

“Yeah….Bein’ tickled outta my mind is reeeeaal relaxin’,” he grunted sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as she continued to smile brightly at him.

“But how do you feel now?”

Logan paused as he realized what she meant. He didn’t want to prove her right, but he really did feel relaxed. However he decided he wouldn’t oblige her and would just deny it like he normally would.

“Feel like I need a long vacation from the lot o’ ya,” he mustered up a frown as Kitty just smiled knowingly.

He didn’t have to admit it. She could tell by his body posture and how his muscles weren’t tensed up that this was about as relaxed as he could get.

“Was that your plan all along? Buryin’ me like this so ya could tickle me to death an’ "relax” me?“ He growled a little, but the way he did it indicated no hint of being angry with her as she just laughed.

"Ok yeah, you got me,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “Pffft! No, of course not! But I will say it is an added bonus.”

To add to her tease she promptly reached over and tickled his exposed stomach as he started to squirm and giggle again, but she was close enough that he was then able to give her a few well-placed squeezes on her side causing her to squeal and jump away from him.

He smirked, looking pleased with himself as she glared dangerously back at him.

When it was just Kitty by herself trying to launch a tickle attack on him she could get in a few good shots, but he usually was able to turn the tables rather quickly with having his size and strength on his side. The silly girl was always wearing flip flops or some other flimsy shoes that were easily removed and his rough fingers could go to town on her soft soles, while she would screech and pound her small fists on his back.

It was only when she was able to get reinforcements like Rogue and/or Boom Boom that he turned it down a little bit, not wanting to get too rough with them. The problem was that they knew that and with that weakness exposed it just enabled them to more easily get him subdued where they’d all pile on top of him and viciously tickle his ribs and his unbearably ticklish underarms until he cried “Uncle”.

Logan always liked to gloat about the times he would best her though.

“That’ll teach ya to mess with me Pryde. Guess I win afterall.”

“Oh do you?” Her eyes darted mischievously to the side as she immediately rushed for his feet. Logan’s own eyes widened, forgetting that he was still prisoner as he grabbed a hold of her arm briefly, but she easily phased out of his grip.

His next move was to rapidly start trying to unbury his legs from the sand trap, but the moment he felt her fingers digging into his soles he lost his momentum and fell back in a fit of hysterical laughter.

“Naaaahahahahohohoo! K-Kihihihitty!! I was….j-just johohokin’!!”

“Oh yeah? Well I’m not the one who’s laughing!” She grinned, spidering her fingers all over his tender arches as his feet wiggled frantically to get away, “How’s it feel Logan, hmm? Does this tickle?”

She enjoyed taunting him from this side for it was usually him saying similar things to her while he’d tickle her feet. It wasn’t often that she really got the chance to get him there because of how strong he was, not to mention his feet were his worst spot so he guarded them well. She was going to enjoy this as long as she could get away with.

“Ye-Yehehehes!! Ohahahahaha!! Staahaap!!” He laid on his back and pounded his fist against the sand as Runt ran around them, barking excitedly and occasionally diving in to lick Logan’s face, which in turn was making him laugh even more as he tried to shove the little dog away.

“Aww the big bad Wolverine has ticklish feet huh? Coochie coochie coo!” Her fingers wriggled their way right under his toes, knowing he’d hit the roof.

“AHAHAhaha!! No!! C'mon!! Quihihit playin’!! Nohohot the tohohohoes!!” Logan reflexively thrashed like crazy with his arms wrapped around his stomach, laughing so hard he thought he was going to bust his gut open.

“Declare me the winner and I may show mercy,” she was enjoying her power trip as she continued tickling his toes while her other hand performed a devastating scribbling attack on his meaty soles.

“Ahahahalright!! I sur-surrender!! Hahahhaaha!! Ya win!! Ya wiiiiin!!” Tears had began to creep out of his eyes, but Kitty had one last thing in mind.

“Admit you like Runt! Tell him you love him!” She barely got the words out as he began yelling them at the top of his lungs.

“I LOVE YA!! I LOVE YA RUNT!! BAAHAHAHAHAAH!!”

Kitty smiled big and finally stopped, knowing that once Logan started obeying demands that he really couldn’t take anymore. Wolverine panted for breath and remained fairly motionless while Runt climbed all over him and covered his face with wet kisses.

He finally regained some sense as he grabbed a hold of the small dog and cradled him in his arm, slowly sitting back up.

“Aww I knew you loved him!” Kitty laughed as Logan raised a brow at her, but then couldn’t help smiling as Runt squirmed up from his hold and licked at his stubbled chin.

“Yeah fine, ya got me. Guess I do,” he set the pup down and wiped the slobber off of his face with his hand, “Geez, well ya definitely ain’t buryin’ me all the way now like ya wanted. In fact I’m never lettin’ anyone bury me again. I’ve been tortured a lot o’ ways in my lifetime an’ bein’ tickled like that is by far the worst.”

Thinking of the extremely painful tortures Logan had experienced with him even comparing it on the same level as tickling made Kitty giggle at how overdramatic he could be.

“Heehee, not my fault you’re so ticklish. But that’s a good thing! Because it’s always a great day when I get to see you smile.”

Before he knew it she had jumped on him to hug her arms around his neck; his heart softening a little from her words as he gently patted her back. There weren’t many that could look past his prickly exterior and genuinely cared about his well-being.

“Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in,” he couldn’t help smiling at just how much affection she showed towards him, even if he did resist at times. It was his turn to make her smile now.

“By the way what I was tryin’ to tell ya darlin’ before I got interrupted earlier, yeah I meant what I said.”

“Meant what?” She pulled back to curiously look him in the eyes.

“That yer beautiful. One o’ the most beautiful girls I know inside an’ out. I’d never lie to ya 'bout that.”

The smile that came over her face was worth everything that had happened to him that day.

“Thanks Logan. I won’t forget that. Thank you for trusting me and always letting me see the sweet side of you,” she squeezed him tighter for a few moments before finally letting him out of her embrace, “Well how about we get you out of this sand now, hm?”

With his help she then got started working on unburying his legs from the sand. As they neared exposing his legs Kitty couldn’t resist giving his foot a little tickle, laughing as Logan yelped and yanked his legs completely free.

He glared playfully at the giggling girl.

“So funny I forgot to laugh.”

“Well I can fix that. Give it here and I’ll try again,” she teased, reaching for his foot again as he hastily scrambled to stand up.

“In yer dreams. Well I think I’m a little over this beach. Whaddya say we go do somethin’ else?” Logan grunted as he bent down to pick up his tshirt and pulled it back on over his head, then dusting the sand off of his legs with the towel.

“Sure,” Kitty nodded as she got up and collected her things, including having to pick up Runt out of the hole he was digging in the sand, “I know Professor said it’s the student’s choice, but maybe we could, like, go do something that you want to do?”

Logan looked back at her surprised as they started walking across the sand, not expecting that he was going to get to choose for once.

“Somethin’ I wanna do? Well I really could use a drink after all that torture ya put me through. I say we hit the bar. Yer 21 right?”

“I’m 15 you dork!” She grinned, knowing he knew damn well as she poked his ribs to make him chuckle.

“Heh, yeah I know I know. Alright well how 'bout I take ya to the gun range? Ya ever shot a gun before? It’s somethin’ ya definitely should know how to do in case yer ever in that situation. I mean, I don’t use 'em much myself, but I gotta practice my shot anyways fer once those boys start comin’ to the school callin’ on ya,” he flinched with a wide smile and managed to brush her hand away as she tried to tickle him again.

“Oooh you keep this up and later I’m going to get the girls together and we’re just gonna destroy you,” she was half-serious and that pushed Logan’s cocky side back out.

“Ya think I’m scared? Bring it on bub. I can take on an army o’ ninjas single-handed, pretty sure a few teenage girls would be nothin’,” he grinned proudly, flexing his muscles as she just laughed and shook her head.

“You remember that. Remember you said that when we have you pinned down and you’re begging for your life.”

“Ya got a wild imagination Pryde,” Logan smirked with a roll of his eyes, trying not to show a hint of just how much that thought made him shiver.

“Just picture it. And we’re not just going to stick to the usual spots, oh no,” she succeeded in pinching his side this time to make him squirm, “I mean it’d be a crime to not let the other girls experience the joy of seeing how you react to having your feet tickled. I’m sure Jean would be more than happy to help us out and hold you down for us. Oooh then we could all get your other bad spots too at the same time; your armpits, your belly, that one spot on your lower ribs. I’ll bet it would almost kill you if we-”

“Alright, cut that out! I get it. I won’t kill yer boyfriends. Well….long as they don’t give me a reason to,” he cursed himself for breaking under the mental torture she was inflicting, but imagining all that was making his skin crawl.

“That’s all I can ask of you,” she laughed and patted his large bicep, “Can’t promise we still won’t go through with that idea, but we’ll see how it goes.”

“Great,” Logan groaned with a face-palm, but then let out a guffaw as Kitty reached into his armpit with wiggling fingers, “HAAH! Will ya stop ticklin’ me?!”

“Ok ok, I’ll stop. Oh hey, before we go to that shooting place do you think we could get something to eat first? I’m starving!” She hugged her waist as Logan felt his own stomach growl and nodded.

“Yeah, me too. You an’ that mutt made me burn a lot o’ calories by makin’ me laugh so much. I’ll let ya pick this one.”

“Groovy! Because I know of this great vegan place that you’ll just…,” she peeked a glance up at the disgusted look that had spread over Logan’s face as she just started to laugh, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! There’s actually a really good steak house around here that’s to die for! And they have a nice big outdoor patio so Runt can join us!”

She held the pup up in her arms who blissfully barked at hearing his name as Logan grinned and put his arm around her shoulders.

“That’s my girl. Now yer talkin’ my language. Get on up now,” he nudged her towards the steps leading up the cliffside to leave the beach.

“Pretty sure they serve alcohol too so you can still get that drink you wanted!”

“Perfect. I might need to get some to-go also,” he chuckled as he envisioned Kitty making good on her threats later that evening of getting her girlfriends after him. Having a good buzz would make that experience a lot easier to stand.

But that would have to wait until later for he needed to be completely sober for their next activity. A firearm was serious business, and he would need his full mental capacity to thoroughly explain and show his student how to safely load, handle and shoot a hand gun.

His report back to the Professor later would be one of success in forging a stronger bond with young Kitty Pryde. He’d leave the part out where he was repeatedly tickled mercilessly, though seeing how tranquil Logan seemed would trigger Xavier’s curiosity into how he got in that state.

Wolverine was pretty resistant to keeping the Professor out of his head when he didn’t want him in there so the telepath was forced to snoop around inside Kitty’s mind later to unveil the truth. He of course knew that Logan was ticklish with it being hard for things to stay a secret in the school, but he was unaware of just how much the laughter he produced would greatly ease his mindset.

There weren’t many things that could get Logan to just shut off and forget about anything that was troubling him so Charles was pleased to see that something so simple could achieve that for him. He was also happy that people like Kitty, someone that Logan trusted, were more than willing to help him with that.

It might be a stretch, but Charles looked at it as being the best therapy he’d ever seen for Logan’s mental health. He’d known the man for many, many years and seen him try so many methods to bring him out of his brooding nature when all along he just needed to have a good laugh every now and then.

He hoped Logan wouldn’t resist it too much and would realize what a positive thing it was for him. He could really stand a break from the tortured thoughts that constantly plagued his mind all these years.

Though Charles had a good feeling that Kitty and the others wouldn’t give him much choice in the matter either way.




EPILOGUE:(Just a little more! XD)
Word Count: 1,391


Charles was getting ready to turn in for the night when he decided to take one last scan of any conscious minds in the mansion grounds to make sure there were no impending threats nearby.

He quickly picked up on a conversation downstairs. Kitty was among Rogue, Tabitha and Jean and she was going over some kind of strategy, though hearing the words “attack” and “Logan” made Xavier curious and tune in a little more precise.

As all the details of their plot emerged Charles couldn’t help the smile that came over him, but he still felt a sense of duty to at least try to warn his old friend.

He quickly tracked Logan’s current whereabouts, finding the man in the kitchen grabbing a beer from his stash and oblivious to what was about to befall him.

“Logan? Logan can you hear me?”

Logan wasn’t even startled, used to having Xavier telepathically contact him on a frequent basis.

“Hey Chuck. What’s goin’ on? Ya want a beer too?” Logan smirked and raised his beer can as he took a big swig, “This here’s a double IPA I picked up from the-”

“They’re coming Logan. Get out of there. Get out before it’s too late.”

Logan frowned, having detected no unfamiliar scents within miles of the school as he rolled his eyes while chugging the rest of his beer.

“What’re ya talkin’ about? No one’s comin’, ya crazy old fool. Maybe ya should try gettin’ some sleep an’ then you’ll quit bein’ so damn paranoid.”

Charles could now only listen and watch through all the involved eyes of Logan’s doom as the first of them walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, Jean. Ya should be in yer room. It’s kinda late an’ I got a doozy of a combat trainin’ session for y'all tomorrow so ya might wanna rest up an’-Woah! Hey! Hey Jean what is this?! Put me down right now!”

“Sorry Logan, it’s nothing personal.”

“Thanks Jean! We’ll take it from here.”

“He’s all yours ladies.”

“Kitty?! Rogue?! T-Tabitha?! Now wait a minute girls holdin’ me down like this ain’t fair! It’s bad enough without- Oh nonono, don’t! Don’t take my boots off! At least let me keep my- No, not the socks too! Look! I’ll take it easy on ya on the trainin’ tomorrow! I’ll cancel it even! Just don’t- Heeheheehee!”

“Oooh the tough old badger is sensitive there.”

“Told you!”

“Well Ah’m definitely gonna go first!”

“Do the honors Rogue! And then Runt wants a turn again!”

“No wait! We can make a deal! Aw hell, yer not gonna get me there too, are ya?! But-But not all at the same time, right? Right?!?!”

“Don’t worry Logan. It won’t be that bad. We’re just gonna give yah your daily dose of giggles!”

“But I already got it today! Ask Kitty!”

“She meant from ALL of us ya dummy!”

“Ok, now on my command ladies. One…”

“No no no wait! Hear me out!”

“Two…”

“Please! Ya can’t do this! This is inhumane!”

“Three!”

“BWAAHAHAHAHAAHAH!! NONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! STOOOOHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHACH-CHUHUHUHUHUCK!! HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLPPPP!!”

“I tried to warn you Logan. I’m afraid you’re on your own.”

Charles simply smiled with a sympathetic shake of his head as he continued to observe. Logan’s mental defenses had been disabled with him being too preoccupied with dealing with the extreme tickling that Charles was able to sneak in and see just what was going on in his mind.

Yes, Logan had begged like crazy not to be tickled, but it really didn’t bother him as much as he made out. His thoughts revealed that he was enjoying the bonding aspect of this with the girls; not minding having to suffer as long as they were having fun.

This was a little more intense tickling than he was used to so his sensitive nerves were a bit overwhelmed trying to process it all, but his brain was still flooded with the feel good hormones, pushing all signs of any stress to the back of his mind.

In a way Logan was glad that Jean was holding him down as he didn’t have to combat the urge to fight against it on his own. He didn’t have to concentrate on not lashing out and accidentally hurting one of the girls, which was always a fear he had. All he had to do was laugh.

The pleading for them to stop was involuntary and he didn’t really try to keep it in, knowing the girls loved hearing it as much as they did hearing him laugh so freely.

Charles realized that Logan did indeed see the benefit in this for him, but also he saw the joy and amusement that it brought to the girls and that’s what really pushed him to grin and bear it.

He watched as they finally let him go about six minutes later, which was about four minutes after Logan was already in tears from laughing. Jean lifted the exhausted man off the floor and gently placed him onto the nearby couch recliner to recover before bidding the others goodnight and heading up to her room.

Kitty, Rogue and Tabitha scrambled to get on the couch as they all piled on top to hug and cuddle him, still playfully teasing him.

“Man, you’re just too ticklish Wolvie.”

“Yeah Ah think we almost killed 'im.”

“No way! He can take it, right Logan?”

“Piece o’ cake. Barely felt a thing.”

The three girls just laughed and snuggled against the older mutant as he put his arms around them and pulled them closer.

“Love you Logan!”

“Yeah, thanks for pulling that stick out of your butt for a little while, you pushover.”

“Well that stick is goin’ right back in first thing tomorrow. I’m still holdin’ that trainin’ session in the mornin’ an’ I expect all o’ ya to show up ready to be serious an’ pay attention. No foolin’ around, alright?”

“Are you suggesting we wouldn’t be on our best behavior? You know we’re your best students.”

“Sure, I’ll let ya think that if it helps ya sleep at night.”

“Hey!”

“Hehehehe, alright knohahahock it off! I know I’m lucky to have all o’ ya!”

“Don’t you forget it.”

“Believe me, that’s somethin’ I ain’t ever gonna forget.”

The way he smiled at them showed pure devotion, which was something Charles hadn’t seen from him in a long time. He loved those girls and they loved him back. He’d make sure nothing ever happened to them and would protect them with his life.

Sleep was overtaking Logan now as he yawned and allowed his eyes to shut; his mind still swimming in the flood of endorphins and ensuring he would not be having any nightmares. Kitty and Rogue leaned in closer to his sides and Tabitha lay across his lap as they all closed their eyes as well; Logan unable to hold back his smile.

A small yip from the floor made Logan crack open one eye as he spied Runt trying to get up onto the couch with them, but was too small to reach the top. Being carefully not to move too much and disrupt the girls Logan slowly lowered his foot for the little puppy to climb onto and used it to lift him up.

Runt gave his foot a soft lick in appreciation as Logan winced and had to try his hardest to not make any sudden movements. The pup then spun a few circles and made himself comfortable nestled between Logan’s feet on the recliner as the man gave one last smile of satisfaction and began to drift back off to sleep.

Those three girls and their dog were in the safest place they could ever be; in the loving embrace of one of the deadliest mutants alive. God forbid anyone who tried to disturb them.

“Ya can get outta my head now Chuck. Show’s over.”

Charles was shocked and instantly released all the mind connections he had made, but he couldn’t help letting out a relieved chuckle. It wasn’t that he had been able to sneak into Logan’s mind, he had been let in.

Seeing this whole night play out had Xavier remember something he had seen in Kitty’s mind from her beach outing with Logan earlier.

“You’d really make a great dad,” she had told him.

Charles couldn’t agree more.