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As a disabled wheelchair user something that has always annoyed me about the x-men fandom is how they ignore and “fix” Charles disability

Either people write that the bullet missed him or he got better or they just completely ignore the fact that he is a paralysed wheelchair user

Like why is him being disabled so much more difficult to write then him being able bodied

Why does Charles have to be able bodied in order to be in a romantic relationship

Why does fan art cut out his wheelchair

Why does no one want to see a disabled person being represented

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“Hearts Entwined and Torn”- Part 3

**Summary**

Amber, injured and feeling ignored by the X-Men during a mission, makes a drastic decision after confronting the team. They are left stunned by her choice.

The X-Men were deep in the heart of the city, battling the most dangerous mutant they had ever encountered. The chaos of the fight was overwhelming, and Amber’s desperate pleas for help were swallowed by the cacophony. “Help! I need backup!” she shouted, but her voice was lost in the fray.

“Hold on, Amber!” Cyclops’s voice crackled over the comms, but his words felt empty. Amber could see that the X-Men were too engrossed in the battle to come to her aid.

When the mutant was finally subdued, Amber limped back toward the team, pain evident in her strained movements. A deep gash on her side bled through her shirt, each step a sharp reminder of her injury. The X-Men, finally victorious, barely acknowledged her pain as they regrouped.

The ride back to the mansion was heavy with silence. Amber sat in the corner, her side throbbing and her emotions raw. Her silence was a painful counterpoint to the team’s casual conversation.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Amber moved directly to her room. She was barely noticed until the sound of her door slamming reverberated through the halls.

“Amber?” Jean’s voice cut through the uneasy quiet, her tone laced with concern. The team turned, realizing something was amiss.

Storm and Cyclops hurried to Amber’s room. They found her packing her belongings with harsh, jerky movements. The injury on her side was severe, and she flinched with every motion. “Amber, what’s going on?” Storm asked, her eyes wide with worry.

Amber zipped her bag, her face a storm of anguish and resolve. “I’ve had enough. Not only did you all ignore me, but you also made me feel like it was my fault that Jean got injured. And Logan…” Her voice broke as she turned to him. “You betrayed me in the worst way possible. I can’t stay here anymore.”

Cyclops stepped forward, his face twisted with regret. “Amber, we didn’t mean to ignore you. We were just… caught up in the mission.”

Amber’s eyes were fiery with hurt. “Caught up? That’s an excuse for leaving me to get hurt while you focused on something else? And you, Logan—how can you stand there after what you did? After everything?”

Logan’s face was etched with remorse and guilt. “Amber, I know I messed up. I should’ve been there for you. I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but please, don’t do this.”

Amber shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “Sorry doesn’t erase the betrayal or the pain. You all treated me like I didn’t matter, and now I can’t even trust you to fix it. I’m done.”

Logan reached out, desperation in his voice. “Please, just… don’t leave like this. We can work things out. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

Amber’s resolve hardened. “There’s nothing left to say. I’ve made my decision.”

With a final, pained look at Logan, Amber opened the door and stepped out into the night. The cold air hit her like a slap, but it was nothing compared to the emotional chill left behind. Logan watched, paralyzed, as she walked away, her figure dissolving into the darkness. The X-Men stood in the doorway, their faces masks of guilt and despair, as the weight of Amber’s departure and the impact of their actions sank in.

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“Hearts Entwined and Torn” -Final

**Summary**

Amber makes a high-profile debut, showcasing her skills in a major battle.

Amber had been on her own for months now, working tirelessly to hone her skills and build a new identity. The sting of her departure from the X-Men was still fresh, but she poured that pain into becoming stronger, more effective. The superhero world had begun to recognize her not just as a former X-Men, but as a powerful force in her own right.

One fateful evening, the news broke with urgency and chaos. Ultron, the rogue AI with a penchant for destruction, had launched a full-scale assault on New York City. His army of relentless robotic minions had overrun the city streets, causing widespread panic. The Avengers, despite their formidable strength, struggled against the sheer scale of the attack.

On live television, the chaos was broadcasted to millions. The camera caught the Avengers in action, their efforts against Ultron’s mechanical army increasingly desperate. Amidst the smoke and debris, a new figure emerged with striking clarity. Amber, clad in her sleek Avengers uniform, cut through the battlefield with precision and strength.

The X-Men, gathered in the common room of the Xavier Institute, watched in disbelief. Logan, Cyclops, Jean Grey, and others were transfixed by the sight of Amber in action. Each member of the team felt a complex mix of pride, regret, and heartache as they saw her showcase her prowess in battle.

“Is that Amber?” Jean’s voice was barely a whisper, disbelief coloring her words.

“It is,” Cyclops replied, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. “She’s incredible.”

The camera focused on Amber as she fought with determination. Her movements were fluid, her attacks efficient. She navigated the battlefield with agility and skill, turning the tide against Ultron’s forces. She demonstrated not just raw power, but strategic brilliance, coordinating with the Avengers to systematically dismantle Ultron’s defenses.

Ultron, towering and formidable, loomed over the battlefield, issuing commands to his robotic minions. Amber darted between Ultron’s drones, using her environment to her advantage. She leaped from one structure to another, avoiding laser fire and delivering devastating blows. Each strike was calculated, each movement a testament to her growth.

As Ultron’s control over his army began to falter, Amber’s decisive actions played a crucial role in subduing him. With a final, powerful strike, she disabled one of Ultron’s central control units, causing a massive disruption. The scene was one of victory, with the Avengers managing to secure the area and Ultron being captured.

The news anchor’s voice filled the room, summarizing the battle. “We’ve just witnessed an extraordinary performance from Amber, the newest member of the Avengers. Her bravery and skill have been pivotal in the fight against Ultron.”

As the broadcast ended, the room fell into an uneasy silence. The X-Men were left grappling with the weight of their regrets. Seeing Amber so powerful and resolute only deepened their sense of loss.

“She’s become something truly incredible,” Logan said quietly, his voice heavy with sorrow. “I can’t believe how far she’s come.”

Cyclops nodded, his expression pained. “We made mistakes. We should have supported her.”

Jean looked at the screen, her eyes filled with tears. “Do you think she’d ever forgive us?”

Before they could dwell further, the X-Men’s communicator beeped, signaling an incoming message. The Avengers had sent an invitation for a meeting, suggesting a possible collaboration. The X-Men saw this as a chance to reach out to Amber and address their past mistakes.

A few days later, the X-Men arrived at the Avengers’ headquarters. The atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation. They hoped to make amends and perhaps find a way to work together again, though they knew it might not be easy.

When Amber walked into the meeting room, her presence was commanding but cold. Her demeanor was distant, a stark contrast to the warmth they once knew. The X-Men were met with a composed, almost impersonal version of the woman they had left behind.

“Amber,” Cyclops began, struggling to keep his voice steady, “we’ve been following your recent activities with the Avengers. We’re truly impressed by everything you’ve achieved.”

Amber’s face remained unreadable. “Thank you, Scott. I’ve been focused on my work.”

Jean stepped forward, her voice tinged with hope and regret. “We realize now that we didn’t handle things well when you left. We want to make amends and see if there’s a way for us to work together again.”

Amber’s gaze was unwavering, her tone sharp. “I’ve moved on from the X-Men. I’ve found a new path with the Avengers, and I’m not interested in revisiting the past.”

Logan’s voice was heavy with emotion as he tried to bridge the gap. “Amber, we made mistakes. We should have supported you. We miss you.”

Amber’s eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and resolve. “You had your chance. I’m not looking to relive old wounds. I’ve built something new for myself, something that matters. I’m focused on my role with the Avengers now.”

The conversation hung in the air, charged with unresolved feelings and unmet expectations. The X-Men, despite their earnest attempts, could see the finality in Amber’s stance. She had moved on, and the door to her past with the X-Men was firmly closed.

As the X-Men left the Avengers’ headquarters, they were enveloped in a somber silence. The weight of their actions and their failure to support Amber was palpable. Her success with the Avengers was a reminder of the consequences of their decisions and the importance of their support.

Amber, meanwhile, continued her journey with the Avengers, her resolve unshaken. Her new role brought new challenges and opportunities, and she embraced them with the same strength and determination that had always defined her.

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Logan Howlett HeadCanons

(Logan really needs a Hug.)

Logan was sprawled on the couch in their cozy living room, feeling more worn out than usual. The recent battle with Omega Red had taken a toll on him, and though the antidote was working, his body still felt heavy and sore. Dixie, his girlfriend, had been an incredible support, caring for him with tender attention.

She had just returned from fetching his favorite foods, and as she entered the room, she saw Logan’s weary eyes and slumped posture. Her heart ached for him, knowing how hard it was for him to let his guard down.

“Hey, Dixie,” Logan started, his voice low and hesitant. He shifted on the couch, glancing at her. “Could you… come over here for a minute? I could really use some company.”

Dixie’s heart melted at his vulnerable request. She walked over to him, her movements gentle. Without a word, she settled beside him, her presence a comforting balm. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.

Logan stiffened at first but soon relaxed into her hold, letting the tension seep out of his muscles. He buried his face in her shoulder, the exhaustion of the past few days mingling with a profound sense of relief. Dixie held him close, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sigh from Logan. Dixie whispered soothingly, her voice a tender murmur in his ear. “I’m here, Logan. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Logan grunted softly, his grip tightening around her as he let himself fully embrace the comfort she offered. “Thanks, Dixie,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I needed this.”

She smiled against his hair, feeling a deep satisfaction in being able to offer him the solace he needed. As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own quiet sanctuary.

For Logan, it was a rare moment of peace, one that reminded him how much he valued having Dixie by his side. And for Dixie, it was a quiet affirmation of the strength of their bond, something that could heal even the most worn-out soul.

Logan Howlett HeadCanons

(Logan can’t close his eyes in the shower due to fear and past trauma).

Logan stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water cascade over his muscular frame. The steam rose around him, creating a haze that blurred the edges of the small bathroom. He reached for the soap, his mind drifting for a moment, but his body remained tense, every muscle coiled and ready.

He wanted to close his eyes, to let the soothing warmth of the water and the comforting scent of the soap wash away the grime and tension of the day. But he couldn't. The mere thought of shutting his eyes, even for a second, sent a jolt of anxiety through him. His heart pounded, and his breath hitched in his throat.

Logan's heightened senses were both a blessing and a curse. They had saved his life more times than he could count, alerting him to dangers before they struck. But they also kept him on edge, never allowing him a moment of true peace. Closing his eyes in the shower meant relinquishing one of his most vital senses, making him feel vulnerable in a way that he hated.

Memories of ambushes and surprise attacks flooded his mind. He had been caught off guard before, and each time had left a mark, a scar that ran deeper than any physical wound. His enemies had a way of finding him, no matter where he was, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even here, in what should have been a sanctuary.

With a heavy sigh, Logan forced himself to keep his eyes open, scanning the bathroom out of habit. The water pounded against his skin, but it couldn't wash away the shadows that haunted him. He quickly finished his shower, feeling a pang of frustration at his inability to relax.

Stepping out of the shower, Logan grabbed a towel and dried off, his movements brisk and efficient. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his eyes hard and unyielding. The man staring back at him was a warrior, always ready for the next fight, always prepared for the worst.

As he dressed, Logan couldn't shake the feeling of unease. It was a part of him now, as much as his adamantium claws and his healing factor. But he knew he had to live with it, to embrace it, because in his world, there was no such thing as true safety. There was only survival, and Logan was a master of it.

Logan | NSFW

(Ask and you shall receive)

A is for Aftercare: After those intense moments together, Logan is all about making sure his partner feels safe and cared for. He'll bring water, wrap them in a warm blanket, and whisper sweet words. It's his way of showing love and ensuring they both come down from that high together.

B is for Biting: Logan has a bit of an animalistic streak, and that shows in his love for playful biting. He enjoys the intimacy of it, leaving little love bites that fade quickly but are a reminder of their passion.

C is for Control: Logan likes to take the lead in bed.He's confident and assertive, but always mindful of his partner's comfort. He finds guiding his partner through the experience incredibly fulfilling.

D is for Dirty Talk: Logan's deep, gravelly voice is perfect for whispering naughty things. His words are direct and incredibly arousing, adding a verbal thrill to their physical connection.

E is for Edging: Logan enjoys bringing his partner to the edge of pleasure and then holding back. It's a game of anticipation that makes the eventual release even more explosive.Fis for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partner's body, building up the tension until they're both desperate for more.

F is for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partners body building of the tension until they’re both desperate for more.

G is for Growling: There's something primal about the way Logan growls during their intimate moments. It's a sound that sends shivers down his partner's spine, adding to the intensity of their connection.

H for Hair Pulling: Logan likes a bit of roughness, and that includes gently pulling his partner's hair. It's a way to express his dominance while keeping things incredibly arousing.

l is for Intensity: Everything Logan does is filled with intensity. His passion is overwhelming, making every encounter feel electrifying and unforgettable.

J is for Jealousy: Logan's possessive side can come out, adding a fiery edge to their encounters. His jealousy isn't about control; it's about his deep desire to protect and cherish his partner.

K is for Kissing: Logan's kisses are legendary. From soft and tender to deep and consuming, he knows how to use his mouth to convey his love and desire.

L is for Lingerie: Logan has a soft spot for lingerie. Seeing his partner dressed up just for him is a major turn-on, and he takes his time appreciating every detail.

M is for Marking: Logan likes leaving marks—a love bite here, a scratch there. These little tokens are reminders of their passion and connection.

N is for Nibbling: Logan's nibbles are playful and intimate, targeting sensitive areas like the ears and neck to tease and tantalize his partner.

O is for Oral: Logan is exceptionally skilled at giving oral pleasure. He's attentive and dedicated, making sure his partner is fully satisfied every time.

P is for Passion: Logan's passion is all-consuming.Every touch, kiss, and thrust is filled with an intensity that makes their time together unforgettable.

Q is for Quickies: Logan loves the spontaneity of quickies. Whether it's in the kitchen or the shower, these impromptu moments keep their relationship, exciting.

R is for Roleplay: Logan enjoys roleplaying different scenarios to add some excitement. He's fully into it, making their fantasies come alive. R is also for Rut: When Logan's in rut, his need for his partner is intense and primal. These moments are wildly passionate and incredibly intense.

S is for Spanking: Logan has a thing for spanking. It's a playful way to add some roughness, and he knows how to balance sting with pleasure.

T is for Teasing: Logan loves to tease, building anticipation until his partner can barely stand it. His playful nature makes the eventual release even more satisfying.

U is for Uninhibited: Logan is open to trying new things and pushing boundaries, keeping their intimacy fresh and exciting.

V is for Voyeurism: Logan enjoys watching his partner, finding pleasure in their reactions and the way they move. It adds an extra layer of connection to their moments together.

W is for Wild: Logan's wild side ensures their encounters are always filled with raw energy and excitement. He lets go of his inhibitions, making every moment intense and unforgettable.

X is for X-Rated: Logan isn't shy about exploring explicit fantasies. He's open and confident, making it easy to share and fulfill even the most daring desires.

Y is for Yearning: Logan's deep yearning for his partner makes their moments together even more intense. His longing adds an emotional depth that makes their connection e v special.

Z is for Zealous: Logan's enthusiasm in bed is unmatched. He's dedicated to his partner's pleasure, ensuring every encounter is filled with.

SFW is otw

Clicker Connection

Summary:

Lily playfully uses a clicker to reward Logan for his endearing actions.

“Hey, Logan,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “What if we tried clicker training on you?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Clicker training? What am I, a dog?”

“No, of course not!” Kara laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But it could be fun. You know, like a game.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, kid. If it makes you happy, I’ll play along.”

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

Logan glanced over the list, his smirk growing. “What’s the reward?”

Kara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ll see.”

Over the next few days, Kara clicked the clicker whenever Logan did something she wanted to reinforce. At first, Logan found it amusing and played along, enjoying the laughter it brought to their home. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the little moments of affection and the playful dynamic it added to their relationship.

One evening, after Logan had fixed the leaky kitchen faucet, Kara clicked the clicker and pulled him into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, Logan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I could get used to this.”

Kara grinned, her heart swelling with love for the man who indulged her silly whims. “See? Clicker training isn’t so bad, is it?”

Logan chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “As long as it keeps you smiling, I’ll play along with whatever crazy idea you come up with.”

Kara clicked the clicker one last time, sealing their playful agreement with a kiss. In that moment, they both knew that it wasn’t about the training or the rewards, but about the joy they found in each other’s company and the love that made every game worth playing.