Author's Notes: Don't kill me but I made a MISTAKE…haha it's not even a major one. I just realized that Sir Thomas More doesn't get knighted until like the fifth episode…Oh well...I guess he's already knighted in this ;p

*Historically, he was knighted in the year of 1521

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Okay, I'm getting really sick of this shit….Logan thought, bitterly as he gritted his teeth together.

Everywhere he went; everyone would stop what they were doing and just stare at him. He kind of wished now he had their Tudor clown clothing on so he could fit in and people would stop staring at him! Even as mutant in the 20th century, no one would stare at him like this unless he had his claws out but everyone here was staring at him like he did have them out.

So when he walked into one of luxurious tents where a large party was taking place…it happened all over again. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just STARED at him!

Logan held in a sigh, this was too much for him. Never in his long life did he ever like being the center of attention, he liked being unnoticed but he knew he was probably going to be the center of attention until he left this time period for good. And he had no idea when that was going to be…

But how could they not look at him? Logan was so different from them with his foreign ways; it frightened and intrigued everyone at the same time.

Maybe I should just go…Logan thought, slowly backing up. I should have stayed with Thomas at least he doesn't treat me like some freak of nature…I can't even imagine what would happen if they actually saw my claws…

Logan was so engrossed in his own thoughts; he didn't notice three gentlemen approaching him. The three men were Charles Brandon, Anthony Knivert, and William Compton. The only reason they felt brave enough to come up to Logan was because they were all half way drunk.

Charles was about in his early thirties and was very handsome indeed. He had short brown hair and blue luscious eyes that many girls have fallen for before. He knew how to have a good time since he was very outgoing and that was one of the reasons King Henry liked him so much. He had a certain charm about him that drew people in to him…

Anthony Knivert and William Compton hid behind Charles; they were a little bit more nervous about going up to Logan. They were the kind of friends who agree and do whatever the most popular person was doing and right now that was Charles but usually they trailed Henry.

"Excuse me, sir," Charles addressed Logan, trying to hide a smashed smile.

Logan looked at him like he was coming out of a trace and then responded with a sharp, "What?" He didn't mean to sound mean or annoyed, actually he was kind of glad someone had the balls to talk to him.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Charles told him, cautionary. "But you look like you really need a drink." He then held out a metal goblet towards Logan that was filled with ale.

Logan happily took the goblet away from him and smirked. "Is it that obvious?" He had been feeling stiff and had been craving some alcohol to lose him up a bit…

"A tad bit, you look a little on the edge," Charles smiled then looked around at everyone who was still staring at Logan. "And no wonder…" Charles then suddenly yelled in a loud voice, "You people look like a bunch of wide eyed fishes! Stop staring and let the poor man enjoy some English hospitality!"

Amazingly, people started looking away and went back to "partying." Eventually the music and the talking got louder and louder and Logan didn't feel like he was in center of the circus ring anymore.

"Oh my god, thank you," Logan muttered low then took a shot of the ale, it didn't taste like anything like beer back in his century but it did hit the spot.

"I do not think we have been properly introduced," Charles slurred, sticking his hand out. "But I have never really been proper anyway, I am Charles Brandon."

Logan shook his hand and smiled, "Nice to make your acquaintance and thank you for the drink, I really needed it."

"Yes of course, Master Howlett, I always know when a man needs a drink," Charles laughed before he took a gulp of his own drink. He then abruptly grabbed Anthony who was still hiding behind him. "Oh let me introduce Anthony Knivert." The dark hair man smiled nervously. "And this is William Compton." The red headed gave a queasy smile as he popped his head from behind Charles.

"Nice to meet you all," Logan nodded. "And I rather go by as Logan then uh Master Howlett." He hadn't been called that since he was ten years old and lived at the Howlett Mansion.

Charles sheepishly grinned, "Of course we're all friends here so Logan tell us how are the parties where you are from?"

"Well I have to admit I'm not really a partier," Logan answered as he finished all his ale.

"Well first of all you aren't drinking enough!" Charles laughed as he grabbed more pints off a tray that a servant was carrying.

Logan downed another one but still didn't even feel a buzz; the alcohol here wasn't very strong. He wished he could get as drunk as them…

As they continued drinking, Anthony and William got more comfortable and actually began talking and even Logan was beginning to have a pretty decent time. It was more enjoyable hanging out with them instead of the kings since he didn't have to worry about holding his tongue. They were so drunk; they probably wouldn't remember anything he would say anyway.

"So tell me," Logan asked, slamming another empty goblet on the table they had migrated to earlier. "Which girls do you recommend here?"

Charles smirked, knowingly and put an arm around Logan. "Pick one out. We're tell you if there any good."

"Have you slept with every woman here or something?" Logan sniggered, grabbing for another pint.

"Oh he's definitely getting there," William sarcastically commented, making them all laugh.

Logan put down his ale and focused his eyes as he scanned the crowd of people in the tent. He was trying to find the most beautiful woman here because usually he never had the top pick back in his century. But since he was a guest of honour here, he was sure no woman would say no to him.

Yet, this was harder then he thought it would be since some of girls really stunk…like they haven't taken baths in the days. He never thought anyone could smell worse than him or Victor. Logan was beginning to miss the cleanness of the 20th century.

"See any you like?" Charles asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Noo…not really-

But suddenly Logan saw a woman who quickly glanced at him as she walked by their table. Though, the look she gave him wasn't like the stare everyone else had been giving to him, it was something else…

He found the girl absolutely gorgeous and couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked like a sexy Snow White with her long dark hair and pale white skin. Her pale skin fit perfectly on her since it made her bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks and lips stand out and her figure was just as striking as well.

"Who is she?" Logan quickly asked, nodding his head at the woman with the ruby red dress on.

"Oh that's Mistress Anne Boleyn," Charles told him. "She's English but she's been at the French court serving as lady and waiting for the Queen but I heard she's coming back to the English court to be a handmaiden for our Queen."

"Anne Boleyn?" Logan echoed. Where have I heard that name before? "Wait, isn't she the King's wife or something?"

Charles looked at him, completely confused. "I have no idea where you are getting your gossip from but I don't think the King even knows she exists. He definitely knows her sister, Mary exists, if you know what I mean..."

Oh I guess this is before she marries him…

Logan actually knew a little bit about Anne Boleyn but just little bit. He knew that Anne Boleyn was King Henry's second wife who gave birth to Queen Elizabeth I and that she got her head chopped off because she couldn't produce a son. But none of this stuff had happened yet so Logan didn't think it would be a problem if he went after her.

"Oh…well excuse me, gentlemen," Logan grinned as he jumped up anxiously from his sit.

"Go get her, tiger!" Charles wooed after him, raising a goblet up along with the other two laughing men.

Logan took as deep breath as he walked towards Anne's direction. He didn't why but he felt a little nervous, an emotion he rarely ever felt. She was just so beautiful and usually he would never go up to a beautiful girl like Anne, he would always aim lower to be safe.

He was afraid of rejection just like another man.

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Anne Boleyn was happily conversing with a really cute gentleman when her sister, Mary Boleyn suddenly came out of nowhere and butt her herself between them.

"The King has noticed me!" Mary whispered, excitedly into Anne's ear as she gripped her arm. "He wants to see me tonight!"

Mary Boleyn was just as attractive as her sister but they looked completely different, it was hard to believe they were even sisters. Mary looked like sunshine and Anne looked like twilight. (Twilight- the time of the day when the sun is just below the horizon, especially the period between sunset and dark NOT that crappy vampire book.)

She's excited about being used as a whore? Anne thought, a little jealous that Mary was able to grab the king's attention and not her. Well at least it was obvious that the king wasn't asking Mary to see him to talk about politics, he wanted sex. And she knew Mary would be more than willing just like another girl here at court. Actually Anne knew she would give in too since he was the friggin' king of England but Mary would open her legs up for anyone who showed a little interest.

Anne on the hand, wouldn't sleep with just anyone, the man had to be somewhat intelligent like Thomas Wyatt. He was poet and had a way with words and he could keep up with Anne's wit and word banter. She always enjoyed his company…

As Mary continued to babble on, Anne suddenly noticed that enigmatic, James Logan Howlett staring at her. She wondered if he was staring at Mary since right now every man seemed to want to be with her but Mary's back was to him.

Anne had to admit, she found him fascinating because he was like no other man she had ever come across before and she had seen a lot of different men in her short life span. He was in category of his own and she kind of wanted to know more about him… and well… he was very physically appealing too. He made all the men here look like a bunch of little ugly girls with his alpha male commanding appearance.

An image of his muscular ripped body pressed up against her soft body, unexpectedly flashed through Anne's mind. She tried to push the thought away but then she imagined his strong large hands running down her slender body.

But all Anne's thoughts and her movements froze altogether when she saw the dark stranger walking towards her direction.

Mary quickly turned around to see what Anne was staring at and came face to face with Logan when he finally approached them.

"Oh um," Mary stuttered, thinking he had come over to talk to her. "Excuse me…" She then ran out of the tent without another word. She didn't want the temptation because she would totally do him if he asked her to but the King had called on her and she could only save herself for him only.

Anne gave Mary a strange look as she ran off but then turned her attention at the tall stranger in front of her. She felt her insides begin to drop but she had to compose herself and not let him know he intimidated her. So she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow and waited for him to say something.

"So you're Anne Boleyn, right?" Logan asked, hiding his nervousness. He really couldn't think of anything else to say, he wasn't going to talk about the weather like a lame ass.

Anne gave him the up down look and chuckled, amusedly, "And you're that James Howlett, right? Wow I was expecting a proper introduction or maybe a better starter conversation but I guess I was jesting with myself, thinking you may have had better manners then some of the men here."

Whoa.

Logan felt like he just got bitch slapped across the face. He wasn't expecting that reaction or answer from her at all. At least she was feisty which would make this a whole lot more exciting, he always liked a challenge.

"Sorry uh I'm still new to all these customs…my lady," Logan apologized, lamely then bowed a little. Was he supposed to bow to a woman or was he only supposed to do that for the king? This was too much for him to remember!

"That was a sad attempt to make up for your rudeness, sir," Anne commented, sounding unmoved. "But you are forgiven but I suggest, sir, you learn them because someone else might not be as forgiving as me."

"Of course, my lady, I guess it's a good thing I met such a forgiving woman."

"I'm not usually this forgiving, sir," Anne told him, looking away like she was uninterested by him.

"Oh so am I just the exception? Well I feel honoured then."

"Don't flatter yourself," Anne retorted then cruelly smiled, "You're the guest of honour so that means everyone has to be nice to you."

"Well the only people who have been nice to me so far are the drunks over there," Logan snorted, nodding his head towards them.

"I guess those are your kind of people then," Anne maliciously remarked with a smile on her face.

Logan shrugged. "I do somehow always end up hanging out with them by the end of the night. But I think the only reason they are talking to me is because they are drunk if not they would be scared of me just like everyone else is." Logan then examined her but lingered his eyes on her breasts the longest. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I don't know," Logan answered, locking his hazel eyes to her blue eyes. "Maybe I do."

"Oh I get it," Anne observed, looking like she just understood something complex. "You like the feeling of people being afraid of you, don't you? It makes you feel powerful. Wow what a typical male trait."

"I only wish to scare my enemies."

"So I'm your enemy?"

Logan just smirked as an answer.

"Is this how you flirt? Scaring a woman to death?"

"Oh I'm sorry am I scaring you, my lady?" Logan asked in mock concern voice. "I guess you aren't as tough as you look."

"Do you always twist people's words and meanings as well?"

"No but you're just the expection."

Anne raised another eyebrow as she tried her hardest not to smile because his flirting was kind of working on her. This man definitely was not a sweet talker; he was the type who liked to taut and tease. Luckily for him, she could take it because she knew many women who would take offense to his rough teasing. But she wanted to play hard to get because she could tell he wanted a challenge when courting women and oh she was prepare to give it to him. "You sir, have to be the crudest man I have ever met."

Logan suddenly leaned in then whispered in her ear, "I can get a whole lot cruder, my lady…"

Anne's eyes widen in shock, she couldn't believe he had just said that to her. He actually was the crudest man she had ever met but yet his comment had kind of turned her on tad. She just couldn't believe he wanted her, out of the girls in the tent, he wanted her. And yes of course she wanted him too, he was fucking gorgeous.

"Excuse me," Anne muttered before walking away and exiting the tent. She wanted him to follow her…

Logan grinned as he watched her scamper away. He knew he had gotten to her, she was playing hard to get but it was so obvious she wanted him…probably more then he wanted her. But he could see why, Henry VIII divorced (or will divorce) his wife so he could marry Anne Boleyn, she was absolute tease. She knew how to keep a man on their toes and it was clear she had practice before on other men.

Logan hated to admit it but it was working on him too since he felt compelled to follow her.

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Anne stopped walking after she was a few tents away from the party and hid behind a tent where no people where was at. She felt beyond hot and bothered and needed to catch her breath as she sat down against the tent.

She felt like a silly teenage girl who just got asked out by her dream boy. She could not stop smiling in glee; she honestly didn't know what to do with herself.

"Are you okay?" Anne suddenly heard Logan's voice say above her.

She jumped up as she held her pounding heart then laughed embarrassedly, "You scared me half to death!" She wondered how he had found her so fast but then thought, he hadn't come fast enough.

"Oh did I now?" Logan smirked as he came closer to her. "I didn't think it was possible to scare you."

"Scare me maybe," Anne whispered when Logan had her against the tent. Their bodies were touching and Anne felt like her heart was about to explode out of her chest. His body was so hard and warm, she wanted to feel it without any of their clothes on…she couldn't wait much longer. "But you can't surprise me…"

"Oh I can't?" Logan said, raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"You're just like any other man…so that makes you predictable."

He laughed with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Maybe with some irrelevant things, my lady." He let his hand wandered down to her lower region before he crudely grabbed her crotch, lifting her off her feet for a second. "But I can reassure you I'm not predictable."

Anne had to agree with him when she let out a breath of pleasure. She seriously couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to do it right here right now and didn't care who saw! So then she launched herself into his lips, locking them into a kiss.

Logan kissed her back and then picked her up so they could be at the same kissing level. Anne wrapped her legs tightly around him and grabbed his strapping shoulders then dug her long nails into his flesh.

Logan groaned in her mouth as he yanked her by the hair, pulling her head back. He then began kissing and sucking on her neck, sending Anne in a moaning fit.

But before they could get any farther they both heard someone cough loudly then half-giggle. Logan and Anne immediately stopped as Logan quickly dropped Anne back to the ground.

It was Mary, Anne's sister who had interrupted their love fest.

"Mary!" Anne hissed, fluffing her hair out. "What are you doing?"

"Father has summoned," Mary giggled, covering her mouth. "Why out here, you love birds? Anyone could walk by."

Anne turned red in embarrassed but Logan just chuckled, amusedly.

"I better be going anyway," Logan announced, wiping the corners of his mouth. "I'm sure daddy wouldn't want to meet me." He gazed into Anne's blue eyes for a second before he walked off.

Anne stared after him longingly and wanted to ask if they could meet again for you know what…but she didn't want to do it in front of Mary.

"What's a daddy?" Marry giggled, annoyingly, making Anne want to punch her in the face.

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When Logan got back to his tent, the first thing he did was he send his servant away to do whatever 1500's servants did. Then he jumped onto his bed and unbuttoned his jeans, ready to jerk off. He couldn't get the image of Anne doing sexual things out of his head and he had to relive himself or he would literally blow.

But Logan growled in frustration when he heard someone approach his tent.

Great, fuckin' timing!

Yet he quickly buttoned up his jeans and jumped over where the table was at and hid behind the chair that was at table so he could hide his huge erection.

But Logan completely lost his hard-on when he saw that old man, Cardinal Wolsey walk in. That man turned him off in so many different ways and which apparently included sexually as well, thank god.

Logan was so relieved because that would have been embarrassing. He straightened up a bit before he sneered, "What do you want?"

Wolsey gave him a disgusted look then sighed, "I swear a babbling Barbarian has better manners then you. You obviously have never been in the presence of a Cardinal…you are to address me as your eminence."

"Over my dead body," Logan snorted as he crossed his arms.

"Oh that could be arranged," Wolsey leered, getting closer to him, trying to intimidate him. "Disrespect to superiors can result in public humiliation or flogging."

Logan looked down at him and sniggered, "Oh wow you told me. Of course, your eminence, I'll never disrespect you again." He then rolled his eyes.

"You mouth will be your demise someday," Wolsey said, giving a fake smile

"Oh it has been many times," Logan smiled back.

Wolsey just gave him a strange look but continued on, "As you know both the majesties have seemed to take a liking towards you, why I don't know. You look like a complete scalawag and you act like one too."

"Well!" Logan huffed like he was offended.

Wolsey ignored him. "Anyway I have a feeling that both the majesties will invite you back to their courts. Henry will ask you go to London with him and Francis will ask you to go Paris with him."

Logan hid his shock face with a smug smile just to annoy Wolsey but he was seriously surprised. He still couldn't comprehend why they liked him…

"You do know they are going to show you off like a new pet?" Wolsey retorted, answering Logan's thoughts.

Logan's smug face dropped, he never liked being referred to as a pet. If Wolsey said one more thing, he may lose it.

Wolsey could tell that comment had hit Logan and suggested, "I could order you a collar and leash if you want."

Logan gritted his teeth, trying to control himself. But felt his veins begin to bugle out and when he made fists, he felt his claws peak out a bit. He couldn't let himself lose it and go into a berserker rage but if Wolsey literally said one more insulting thing, he would lose it. "Is that all, bub?"

"No I was going to suggest something to you," Wolsey answered back, seeing that Logan was seething in rage. It looked like Logan was about to attack him and he wasn't really sure want to do so he backed up a little. He then soften voice when he said, "I want you to accept King's Henry invitation."

Logan's anger simmered down as he gave Wolsey a confused look. "Why?"

"Someone needs to keep an eye on you and I won't be there to do that if you're at the French court. Who knows what damage you could inflict on the French Monarchy because even though you're a complete brute, I think you're smarter then you look."

"That has to be the first nice thing you have said to me," Logan remarked. "But why the fuck would you care about the French Monarchy, you're English. Don't you two hate each other?"

"Of course I care about France," Wolsey snapped. "France is a great ally to England and though they have their differences time to time, I don't want some Canadian idiot messing up the unity between these two great countries!" Wolsey had always been very friendly with the French but the main reason he was so for France was because he wanted the French's vote for papacy.

"Why am I such a threat to you?" Logan asked. "Do you really think I care about this crap? I could give a rat's ass about any of this! And for your information I don't even want to go back to any of these courts! I just want to go home!"

Wolsey stared at him for a good while as he licked his teeth in distaste. "We'll see if you what you actually say is the truth."

After Wolsey said that he then left his tent, abruptly, leaving Logan staring after him. Logan knew Wolsey still had the same opinion about him and was going to continue being annoying prick.

I'll just be annoying back, Logan grinned. I mean I haven't been to London since World War II, I wonder what it's like in the 1500's…

Logan yawned, feeling absolutely tired and exhausted and went towards his cot, hoping he could get some shut eye before more crazy Tudor things happened. But then a lovely scent suddenly filled his nose and he knew a certain someone had just slipped into his tent. He turned around to find no other then Anne Boleyn standing there, eyes full of lust and desire.

"My lady?" Logan asked, putting on a fake confused face. "Why are you here?" He knew why she was here but he did wondered how she was able to find his tent.

Anne sighed annoyed, "You know why I'm here let's just get it over with and see if you're worth the wild."

"Are you seriously coming in here, demanding sex from me?" Logan chuckled, eyes drifting up and down her body.

"Yes," Anne answered sounding completely serious but then smiled a little.

Logan's grin grew wider as he crossed his arms. "Well what if I refuse?"

She came up to him and touched his chest as she began stroking his beard, "Oh come on I know when a man wants me."

"You think you already have me figured out, don't you?"

"Well you are a man, and they are not hard to figure out."

Logan gave her a fake smile, he didn't know why but what she had just said annoyed him a bit. Maybe it wasn't just her but it seemed like everyone here have been making assumptions about him and they weren't good one. Well, he had that problem in the 20th century too but for some reason he didn't like being put down by these people. He couldn't explain why he felt that way but he was going to be okay when he released all that anger and irritation on Anne.

"Do you know you're kind of bitch?" Logan told her, pushing her hands off him "Just because you've had experience with a few assholes doesn't make me like them too!"

Anne glared at him as she put her hands on her hips then hissed, "Has anyone ever told you that you're just as arrogant as the kings-

"Do you really think that?" Logan snapped as he straightened up to his full height, towing over her. "Now don't you dare compare me to those spoiled little brats too!"

Anne didn't say anything as she backed up against a wooden table nearby, Logan had kind of scared her. It was intentionally, of course but Logan didn't know what he looked like when he got angry or just a little annoyed. His eyes would become wild, his muscles would flex, his veins would pop out and his voice would begin to sound more deep and animal. And that is exactly what Wolsey had seen too.

Logan was satisfied with her reaction but he didn't feel too bad that he had scared her since he could smell the mixture of fear and arousal coming off her. He then moved towards her until he was pinning her to the table. Anne tensed up against him but didn't struggle or move away when he picked her up and set her on the table.

"So you still want it sweetheart?" Logan asked as he stroked her rosy cheek then letting his hand guild down to the top of her breasts that were popping out of her dress.

Anne bit her lip, keeping a moan in. His mere touch had already turned her on and she was pretty sure he could send her into a full orgasm by just running his hands all over her body. So she couldn't even imagine what it would feel like when they actually had sex….it would probably be mind blowing. So yes she wanted it BAD from him... But she felt a little embarrassed saying anything verbally so she just let her eyes do all the talking.

Logan smirked when he saw the twinkle in her blue eyes. "Then I'll fucking give it to you," he whispered before snaking his hands underneath her dress and skirts. He then grabbed her soft pale legs and spread them apart as yanked her roughly towards his growing manhood in his pants.

Anne's breathing quicken when she felt his giant bugle, biggest she had ever felt, touch her throbbing vagina. She couldn't take it anymore so she grabbed at his trousers but she couldn't figure out how to unbutton them.

"How do you take these off!" Anne cried, frantically as she pulled at Logan's belt buckle.

"Beg for it," Logan chuckled as his grip tightened around her legs then he began dry humping. He barely got into a rhythm when Anne yelled, "Oh my God just stick it in already!"

Logan seized her chin and pulled her face towards his until their lips were just a centimeter away from touching. "I'm going to fuck you in a way you have never been fucked before…"

Anne grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "First time I know a man is actually telling the truth."

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Oh baby! I hope I had everyone in character…too bad if I didn't ;p

Hey, little historical fact but apparently Anne Boleyn was not a "looker" according to the standards of that time which prized pale skin & blonde hair. But the people of that time did think she looked exotic with her olive-toned complexion, dark brown hair, and captivating dark eyes.

The reason she was able to catch Henry's attention was because of her eyes, she knew how to entrance a man with them…oh and her wit of course! She was no dumb beauty by all means.

But I kind of imagine her to look like the actress, Natalie Dormer since because of the show haha oh boy.

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