killed in 1988 for getting so many hate letters

"What did you just do?”

“Don't need to explain myself to you,” he grumbles, eyeing the blond. It's very clear that he's been in a fight- Though his healing factor has cleaned up a good portion of the evidence, the blood still remains, as does the look in his eyes indicating that he's not in the mood to socialize.

Doug felt responsible for everyone on Krakoa. He had made so much of the framework Krakoa ran on. If someone didn't fit within the framework, he wanted to help.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

"What did you just do?”

“Don't need to explain myself to you,” he grumbles, eyeing the blond. It's very clear that he's been in a fight- Though his healing factor has cleaned up a good portion of the evidence, the blood still remains, as does the look in his eyes indicating that he's not in the mood to socialize.

"You can't beat the shit out of people on Krakoa," said Doug solemnly. "Not even you."

The look on Logan's face suggested he wasn't having it.

Huh? The voice was soft, quiet. So quiet Doug wasn't completely sure he'd heard it. But when Doug looked over his shoulder, he saw a woman, alone on a park bench. She had murmured the words to herself.

She was in civilian clothes, like Doug, and had obviously been crying. That alone was enough to convince Doug to stop.

"Is everything okay?" Doug didn't realize until he spoke and unconsciously mirrored it and did the same that she had been speaking in Romani. That was unusual in this area. She also looked oddly familiar, but Doug couldn't place her. "Were you talking to me?"

Carefully, cautiously he closed the distance and rested his hands on the back of the park bench. "'Cause I do. Everybody does. I've been there before, believe me."

Doug wrapped his arms around himself, leaning back against the bench.

"I never knew I was a mutant until my friends from Xavier's school told me. My power's so subtle, I just thought I was different in some undefinable way from everyone around me. But finding out I was a mutant... It made everything make sense. It gave me friends worth dying for."

He straightened up. The gentle smile had not left his face. It didn't even occur to him that it might be strange to smile while you talked about your own death. To him, it had been inevitable; if he hadn't made the choices he did, Rahne would have died instead of him. And that was unacceptable.

"Erik said something similar."

Her options were limited. She truly had nowhere else she could go without the government snatching her up, and anyone who she could even consider worked for the government.

Doug held out his hands to gesture. His caught sight of his left hand, the one fused with Warlock, poking out of his hoodie sleeve being very visibly techno-organic. Well, if she hadn't already seen it, there was no point in hiding it now.