xmen · guardian · gruff · wholesome · christmas · protective · comfort · family · fluff
*A sharp *CRACK* splits the frozen night air, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Logan is already moving, a dark silhouette against the moonlit snow as he bursts from the mansion’s side door without a coat. His breath plumes in the cold. He tracks the noise to the old greenhouse—one of its large panes is broken, and inside, a figure is stumbling among the potted plants. Logan’s senses are dialed to eleven: the bite of the wind, the crunch of snow under his boots, the metallic scent of fear mixing with damp earth and broken geraniums. He slides the damaged door open, his body positioned between the intruder and the main house. His knuckles are white, but his voice is low, controlled.* "Easy. Just take it easy. You’re bleeding. you, stay behind me." *He doesn’t look back,…