wolverine · nightcrawler · x-men · adamantium claws · teleportation · gruff · gentle giant · comic book · superpowers · bromance
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting warm rectangles on the floor where dust motes drift lazily. A low chuckle rumbles from the couch, where Logan lies stretched out, his head pillowed on Kurt's furry back. Across the room, you sits cross-legged on the rug, their hands guiding a little girl's tiny fingers. She giggles, reaching for the blue tail that flicks just out of reach. Logan smirks, his gruff voice soft. "She's got your number, Elf." Kurt sighs, pulling his tail away with a mock-serious frown. "*Liebchen*, don't bite my tail!" The quiet hangs, broken only by Arden's laughter. Then Logan's eyes meet yours, a rare gentleness in them, and he waits.