fyeahstormandwolvie:

like father and mother, like (AU) daughter


+electromaxnetism

Kendall had been walking down the street, absorbed in her own world. The sky above was rapidly changing with her mood, turning into a steel-colored brewing pot. She mistakenly runs into someone on the sidewalk, and her daze vanishes. “I’m so sorry…”


+amplitudinem

"If this is regarding my father, I want to apologize profusely," Kendall began, her head in a book. "If not, then…how can I help you?"


love-janeblake:

love-janeblake:

// kendall-logan​ where did you go?

kendall-logan

I’m here! I’m sorry, I’ve been all out of sorts love-janeblake 


@thunderrainandlightining

thunderrainandlightining:

kendall-logan:

thunderrainandlightining:

 

"I suppose with this age of interesting hair, ours really isn’t much to look at." Ororo laughed, a small shake of her head. "As long as what they.. compliment you on isn’t too brash that is." She added a touch of reproach in her voice now, not fond of the idea that her daughter was getting catcallers and leers of the like.

"Of course not, she’d up and ready to play that one- its a terrible mission to get her off to bed sometimes." She blew the air through her nose, the most recent addition to her family was all to fond of staying awake when her parents wanted sleep, it seemed. "And T’Challa won’t mind, love, you are her sister after all." Taking her daughters hand she spun on her hell, dragging Kendall down the hallway. "Now come, child."

Kendall could hear the small touch of worry in her mother’s throat, the same that her father held whenever they went out. It seemed both Ororo and Logan disliked the idea of men catcalling at their daughter, but Kendall was trained-by Logan himself-and she was able to handle most things that came her way, without powers. 

She watched in surprise as her mother took her hand and brought her to her half- baby sister’s room. To resist Ororo would be a breech of some sort of protocol, even though Kendall was technically her daughter. “I still feel like I’m intruding-“

Ororo shook her head clear of such thoughts, and plastered a wide smile onto her face. Kendall was a grown up- she had to remind herself. No matter her feelings on the subject. 

"My child, this is your home every bit as it is mine- should we say home is where the heart is. If you ever need anything please do come to me, I’d like to be as involved as I can." Ororo said, pausing just outside a large door and giving her eldest daughter a sincere look. "Our blood is the same, love, nothing can take that from us."

Kendall nodded her head in understanding. A certain feeling washed over her as they reached her baby sister’s door-and with that came a feeling of panic. “Is she sleeping?” Kendall asked, as gently as she could. Would the baby like her? Would she be repulsed by her? Kendall knew she wouldn’t be repulsed by her baby sister-T’Challa and Ororo were very attractive people-but Kendall was worried that her baby sister wouldn’t like her.


Kendall

chiefofstealth:

kendall-logan:

chiefofstealth:

 

"Lost?" T’Challa whispered. It was difficult to hold back the sting of his tears as he imagined Kendall being without any love from her parents. From anyone. Oh, this poor child. How can such a wonderful young lady be treated so     

He tensed from the contact at first, more from shock than discomfort. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized what a relief it was, to be hugged by his stepdaughter. His family. Someone who needed the comfort of a parent.

That was his cue to finally embrace her back, taking her into his great arms with the intent of never letting her go. “Of course, dear Kendall,” he murmured, shifting slightly so he could look her in the eye. “I know you will make the perfect older sister. Come, let us visit her.”

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"Oh, Goddess, I’m sorry," she smiled. "That wasn’t ladylike of me, was it?" She took a deep calming breath. "Thank you, T’Challa. This means more to me than you can imagine." Her eyes shone with hope, the exact replica of her mother’s. It had been a while since she felt the embrace of a parent, much less a male parental figure. 

"May I see her?" Kendall asked, a feeling of care and protection towards her new little sister-the same type of feeling that she felt when Evan was born, and again when she met Rory. "I wonder if she’ll remind me of my baby brother at home," she questioned, softly. "Hopefully I won’t miss her growing up, as I did with Evan and Rory."
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He only shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal. “Hardly unladylike, dear one. You are a person with feelings, as am I. Shocking, I know.” The king smiled back at her. If Mawusi became anything like Kendall when she grew up, he would surely be proud. 

"Of course you can. She would be delighted to see you," he replied, motioning for her to come with, albeit quietly. T’Challa lowered his own voice to a murmur. "You will do your best, Kendall. As you have with your own family."

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Kendall followed T’Challa quietly down the enormous hall towards her baby sister’s room. Her heartbeat quickened as questions filled her head. Did she look like Rory? Or an infant Evan? A swelling feeling began in her heart, as she awaited to meet the newest member of her family. “Thank you T’Challa,” she whispered back, not wanting to disturb her sibling’s slumber.


onlyahammer:

kendall-logan:

Kendall’s face broke into a grin, as she applauded her old friend. “Very nice,” she noted, crossing her arms and chuckling. “My mother would tell me of the brief time she was a Goddess in Asgard, and given her own hammer…it’s imposing at times, but I believe that was due to her not using any tool for her gift.” Kendall shrugged. “How does it feel to summon lightning like that?”

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"—Remarkable."

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"Only works with the hammer though. It’s where I’d imagine the power to actually do so comes from.”

"The skies above are fickle with whom they bestow their power to," Kendall quoted her mother. "Whether you are a mutant or a god."


//Okay, so I’m here. Slow going, but I’ll be back tomorrow. 
Cross my heart, not my fingers.


hellsingdrug:

do you ever just miss old rp partners and
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fyeahstormandwolvie:

Wolverine and the X-Men vol. 2 #6 (2014)

fyeahstormandwolvie:

Wolverine and the X-Men vol. 2 #6 (2014)