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Sharing Clothes
Prompts about fictional people sharing their clothes.
enveloped in their warm jacket, with a soft blush
always stealing their cap and putting it on their own head
wearing their jersey, proudly displaying their name
sharing gloves, so both of them don't freeze
wearing their worn shirt to have a better sleep
wrapping their scarf around their neck, breathing in their smell
no one knows who the piece of clothing belongs to, because they're both wearing it
drowning in the other's clothes, because they are way too big, but loving it
loving to see their partner drowning so cutely in their clothes
having the same size, so strangers couldn't tell that they are sharing clothes, but they know and feel warm thinking about it
finding their own clothes in the other person's appartment
using the other's clothes as a pillow
wrapping the other person in the hoodie or jacket they are still wearing, so both of them can stay warm
dressing the other up in their own clothes, feeling a tiny bit possessive, but both loving it
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If Oneās Different, Oneās Bound to be Lonely - Wolverine Fic
Fic Synopsis: We know Wolverine and Sabertooth but the reader is known as Jackal. Just like the other two, their mutation is animalistic, lending them healing factors, enhanced physical abilities, and animal senses. This fic details their relationship with the Anchor!Wolverine and how they ended up meeting the Worst!Logan
Chapter Warning: angst, so much angst, violence, cussing, slight tiny fluff, trigger warning - do not want to give too much away so PLEASE read with caution and trigger warning is before the scene
Word Count: 4k+
A/N: I AM SO SORRY!!! I hate waiting for an update and it never comes. Life has just been super crazy. I have continued to think about this fic though and do have plans to finish but update may take another month. I am so sorry again. I hope this chapter gives something!! A lot of plot building and not a lot of dialogue. Again, I AM SO SORRY.
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After you revealed the truth to Logan, you thought heād be done with you. That heād only be civil for the sake of the school and X-men. That there wouldĀ be no more nights of drinking alone together in your room. Or random spars in the gym.
But that was not the case.
Logan was grateful. He finally had some info about who he was before - although it was from a second party- it was still something. After his moment of anger, he wanted you to tell him everything. He wanted every memory, every detail you would offer.Ā
So you both resumed your seated positions, a bottle of whiskey seated between you two.Ā
You talked about how you first met. How you were dressed as a man, his brother flirting with you, him sinking his then nonmetal claws into you. How youād run into each other, sometimes Victor being with him and sometimes him being alone.
You mentioned the times he saved you, and you him. You told him everything. Your first kiss, your first time together, everything.Ā
You shared how every moment with him, you were never uncomfortable, even if Victor was there. How it felt natural whenever you were around him. You retold him about life leading up to meeting him. As well as informing him about what he told you about his life.
He wasnāt surprised to learn that he fought in WW1 or WW2 due to his healing factor and instinct to kill. You told him about how from what he told you, he and Victor enjoyed hunting people down and when they separated, he hunted dangerous mutants.
You told him of his real name, James. Of how different he was when Victor was around but youād catch glimpses of your James. How he let his half brother call him a runt and lead a conversation or situation. You told him how similar yet different heās become since you last saw him.Ā
You pointed out how heās more willing to put himself in harm's way to help others. More willing to start a fight in someoneās defense or do the right thing cause itās the right thing rather than simply because he wanted to get bloody.Ā
Surprisingly, he shared his own thoughts with you when you were finished. He shared how he felt the same way now as you did back then. Comfortable with you. Natural with you. As if every time he ran into you when youāre both at the school he felt that you were pulled to him or he to you.
Most importantly, he shared something James never did. That he has read the book Brave New World. That he too saw himself in the quote āif oneās different oneās bound to be lonelyā. Cause thatās how he always felt since his memories have been lost.
He had a different mutation than the average mutant with healing and regeneration abilities. Sometimes he was more animal then human and he felt lonely knowing this - always opting to just accept it and be alone.
Until he met you that day in Charles' office.
He told you how he knew you were different the moment you stepped into the room based on your scent. And that when you showed him your claws, he was relieved to finally not feel so alone.
The night took a turn that you thought was for the worse but instead it turned into the best night of your life besides the one you and James first kissed.
From that moment on, something between the two of you changed. Suddenly, Logan was seeking you out more, as if getting everything off both of your chests allowed you to both truly be yourselves.
You werenāt complaining and did the same. If you felt like you needed Logan, youād go to him rather than Storm like you did in the past. The two of you settled into a routine of eating dinner together, training together, picking on Scott together. (Though you picked on him less because of the loss of Jean)
The best thing that changed after that night, was that when you guys were alone, or you felt like no one was watching, either of you would steal a kiss. The kisses ranged from the cheek, forehead, peck on the lips. Sometimes a hug slightly longer than necessary, a quick squeeze of the hand. Anything for the two of you to get closer to the other.
To you, it felt like having James back. It felt like you finally got to have the moments you missed out on when he disappeared.
You were happy. So happy. Your heart was no longer broken and you were quickly giving it away to Logan again. This time, you werenāt scared to give away.
So, for many years, the two of you progressed your stolen moments to blatantly obvious ones. You stayed by each other's sides when a cure was found both making the decision to not take it.
You fought alongside the other X-men to finally take down Magneto, giving him the cure and sadly killing Jean when she came back as the Phoenix.Ā
You both decided to leave the school. Too much has happened since arriving and you needed to get away. The school was in good hands with Storm as headmistress and you decided that time away was needed.Ā
So you packed up, for once leaving your personal library, giving it as a donation to the English classroom. Besides, with Logan, you werenāt alone anymore.
You settled in Canada. A small, isolated cabin for just the two of you. You and Logan took to a small, hermit lifestyle where your days consisted of chopping wood, hunting food, and making love.Ā
Your relationship grew and you found yourself never straying too far from Logan or he from you. The two of you settled into a pack of two, living in peace and with no change. Your nights consisted of reading and drinking whiskey, sharing something one of you found interesting in a book or saw during the day.
Life was peaceful.
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You're seated at a desk, typing away on a computer. Since settling down with Logan, the two of you picked up new hobbies and habits - something those with a long lifespan have the ability to do.
While you teased Logan for his hobby of sculpting wood, using his past skills as lumberjack, he never teased you for yours. You decided to write a book. With your love for reading and literature, and all the time on your hands, it was an easy decision.Ā
āHow's this chapter going?ā Logan asks, his hands coming to settle on top of your shoulders.
You lean back in your chair, moving your head to rest it on his arm.
āEh, not sure if I like the pace of it. Seems too slow for what I wanted.ā You state, pressing a kiss to his forearm.
Logan huffs at that response, you're always your own worst critic.
āMaybe I can give you something fast paced?ā Logan quips.
You look up at him to see his eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips. You shake your head. Always one thought on this manās mind.
Not that youāre complaining.
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The past few weeks have been different. Suddenly, Logan doesnāt go out as often. He seems to never leave your side. If youāre at your desk typing away, heās on the couch smoking a cigar.Ā
If you're in the shower, he's in the bedroom ātightying upā. If you want to go out to the store, heās the one driving before you could even reach for the keys.
After four or five weeks of this, you bring it to his attention. You love him dearly, but him being constantly by your side was getting to be a little too much.Ā
Turns out, he didnāt even realize he was doing it. He said he just felt that he needed to be close to you and make sure you always had what you needed.
By week six though, you felt like something was going on. Not with him. But you. You got sick. The thought of food made you vomit. Eggs, bacon, steak, anything you would usually consume now made you queasy at the thought.Ā
Then you noticed your breasts starting getting tender. You were sleeping a lot more than normal. And for some reason, you wanted nothing more than ice cream.
When the thought clicked in your head, you panicked. You never thought or expected this to happen. You didnāt know how Logan would react let alone how you guys would manage.
The world has always been shit for mutants but lately has been getting worse with propaganda. With hate.Ā
So you sneaked out one day when Logan was out hunting. Finally having a moment without him breathing down your neck.
When you finally came back into the bathroom, you stared at the little stick with dread.
Two little lines were shown.
Youāre pregnant.Ā
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Youāre sitting on the couch, having had an episode in the shower. After seeing the proof itself, you proceeded to sit in the shower and cry a little. Maybe produce some muffled screams. Maybe debated on destroying the bathroom.
You and Logan never discussed having kids. Ever. Sure, Victor would make comments about the two of you having runts, or litters. But you and him never acknowledged it. Now with Logan missing his memories, it was definitely something that was never discussed.
Yes, heās good with kids. Youāve seen how protective he can be at the school. How he would answer their questions, and be concerned if they got injured.Ā
But he never mentioned wanting kids. Never voiced his want to be a father. Especially since you know the history of his true father - you weren't even sure it was something he ever even thought about.
So, your bathroom didnāt end up destroyed but you quickly came to terms with the results. You enjoyed teaching kids. You enjoyed watching them grow and learn. You enjoyed hearing the kids laughter when they played back at the school and when their eyes lit up in wonder.Ā
Your thoughts drifted to what happened to you. To the fact that you thought this would never happen. That you never would even have this option.Ā
That is why youāre currently sitting on the couch, the test in hand. Logan would be able to tell something is wrong the moment he returned home. He would be able to tell by just looking at you, or hearing your racing heartbeat.
You decided to tell him and to go from there. To see his reaction and determine what you would do next.
You wanted this baby.
You hear the front door open and turn to see Logan enter your home. You smell a slight tinge of blood, probably from his hunt, but can tell he tried his best to clean himself, knowing how you havenāt been feeling well.Ā
āBeen waitinā for me sweetheart?" Logan asks as he makes his way to the liquor cabinet, no doubt to pour himself a glass of whiskey.
āYou have no ideaā. You think to yourself.
You donāt respond. Instead, you rise from the couch an make your way towards him. He hears you approach him and watch as he grabs another glass, pouring you one and placing it in front of you.
āHowād the chapter go today?ā he asks, bringing the glass to his mouth.
āGood,ā you state, a smile coming to your face as you take him in.
You watch as his brown eyes close while he takes the drink back. How his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. The mustache part of his beard collecting some of the liquor.Ā
You wonder what your child would look like. If theyāll have his brown eyes or your E/C. His thick brown hair or your H/C. If theyāll inherit his prominent cheek bones and lips or yours. You wonder if theyāll be a mutant - having either of your feral sides or something of their own entirely.
Would they say mommy or daddy first? Who would they come to when they got hurt and who would they come to if they wanted something. You wonder if your child would enjoy running in the woods or reading. If theyād enjoy nap time or put up a fuss.
āY/Nā. Logan says, pulling out of your thoughts.
You shake your head to clear them and look up at him, a smile back on his face. āSorry, what?ā
Logan cocks his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
āYou okay?ā He asks, setting the drink down and reaching for your hand.
You grab his hand back, squeezing it tightly. You honestly think that if he didnāt have healing and a high pain tolerance, heād be wincing with how hard youāre squeezing.
āWhatās goinā on Bub?ā He asks, taking a step closer. āYour heart is beating outta you chest.ā
You look up into his eyes, seeing the swirl of different shades of brown. You decide then you hope the child has his eyes.
You take a shaky breath and finally manage to get the words out. The ones you havenāt even said to yourself.
āIām pregnant.ā You state, continuing to stare into his eyes.
You watch as his entire body stiffens up, his eyes widening. His grip on your hand doesnāt loosen, doesnāt tighten. But he just remains standing there, no muscle moving and seemingly no breath coming in or out.
You donāt push him. You donāt say anything. You just stand there with him still holding your hand. You had time to process. Now itās his turn.
āPregnant.ā Logan states after a few minutes of silence.
You donāt verbally respond but nod. Youāre not sure how he is going to take the news so decide to stay silent.
Itās his turn now to take a deep breath, watching as the muscles begin to relax and the tension leaves his shoulders.
Too fast for you to notice, your body is picked up off the floor and your ass is pressed on top of the counter. His lips are immediately on yours, the faint taste of whiskey present on them. You respond to the kiss, your lips moving with his.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him so close you can feel his heart racing against yours. His lips suck and nip, your breath quickly being lost as he wont let you up for air. He finally does pull away, allowing you to catch your breath as his mouth trails over your cheek, down your jaw, and to your neck.Ā
You feel his hands moving up and down your back, he too trying to pull you as close as possible. Your own are on the small of his back, refusing to let him move. A moan is let out as he hits that sweet spot and you buck up against him, trying to soothe your throbbing core.Ā
His lips find your mouth again and this time his tongue enters, playing with yours. The kiss is rushed yet feels slow. As if time has stopped around you but everything happening, is happening fast. You drink each other in, consuming the other as you continue to buck against him, feeling his hardened member against where you want it most.
Too soon he pulls away again, this time his mouth not attaching elsewhere but rather to press his forehead against your own.Ā
Everything around you is silent. There's only the sound of both your rushing hearts and heavy breathing. Both your eyes are closed as you just breathe each other, this moment, in.
āSo, youāre happy with this?ā you meekly ask, needing to hear the confirmation.
Logan lets out a chuckle, your eyes meeting with foreheads still resting together. You feel his hands slide down your back, to the sides of your hips and come to stop on your stomach.
āMore than happy.ā Logan says, smile wide on his face and you cannot help but do the same.
At this moment all your fears for your child disappear. For in this moment, you know that whether they are a boy or girl, theyāll be loved, cherished, and protected by both their parents.Ā
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If you had to guess, youāre now 8 weeks along and Logan has thankfully been less hovering since the news. The instinct in him wants to be with you, and your unborn child, but his logical side knows you're okay. He knows you can take care of yourself.Ā
There have been subtle changes in him since the news. He startles awake in the middle of the night when you get up to use the bathroom. He declared himself the sole cook in the house, not wanting you to accidently burn yourself while cooking - despite your enhanced healing.Ā
Youāve had changes yourself. Your breasts have been starting to become fuller, your bladder emptying more often than usual. Youāre still nauseous with certain foods but have been able to discern which ones you can stomach.
The two of you are sitting at your table, eating the dinner Logan has made. For him a rare steak with a baked potato and salad - as you always tell him to eat his veggies. You get a well done steak with a side of tomato soup - two of the rare items you can eat.
A knock at the door has you both freezing. While you may make the occasional visit to town, no one knows where you live. Neither of you also sensed someone approaching.
Logan immediately sheaths his claws, rising from the table to make his way to the door. He slowly opens it to reveal an Asian woman. She appears to be 5ā6 with long red hair and bangs covering her forehead.
You slowly raise yourself, your own claws now grown in preparation for a fight. You know Logan wonāt want you to be involved, but you'll be damned if she tries to hurt him.
āLogan Howlett?ā She questions, raising an eyebrow at the two of you.
āWhoās asking?ā Logan follows up with, his voice gruff.
āDoes the name Ichiro Yashida mean anything to you?ā She asks, her demeanor now appearing calm and non threatening.
You watch as recognition seems to appear throughout Loganās body. You watch as he sheaths his claws and you follow his lead with retracting your own.
Youāre not sure if this is going to be good.
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Turns out, it wasnāt necessarily bad but Logan made the decision to go to Japan. He informs you he has recalled some memories at times when dreaming and Yashida was a name he remembered.
He once saved the man in 1945 during the bombing of Nagasaki. The woman at the door, Yukio, was his adopted daughter. She is a mutant herself and was able to track Logan down, informing him that her father is dying of cancer and tasked her with tracking Logan down at his request to see him.
You and Logan discussed him traveling to Japan, you pushing him to go. Not only is this an opportunity for him to learn more about his lost memories, but you secretly would like to have a few days alone.Ā
You love Logan. You love the life youāve built and how attentive he has become since finding out youāre pregnant. But you could use space to breathe.
So, you said goodbye to him. Reminding him countless times that you would be okay without him. That a few days alone would not be the end of the world.
And so far they havenāt.
If anything they were peaceful. Youāve been able to read the new books youāve been wanting to read. To take a long hot bath without Logan easily swaying you to let him join. Youāve been able to write more chapters in your book.
This leads you to now, cooking dinner while listening to some light music. Your nausea has finally subsided and youāve been craving a greasy burger with french fries.
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Youāve had a few cramps this morning, chalking them off to the baby moving around and getting comfortable. The pain was minimal, similar to period cramps or that of a stomach ache.
So far youāve had some cramp throughout the weeks since finding out. Pregnancy, youāve learned, is full of aches and unfamiliar sensations.Ā
Standing at the stove, you turn off the burner with the patty ready. You load it onto the bun, the fries all ready halfway gone, having been picked at while the beef cooked.
Plate in hand, you make your way to the table, ready to dig in. You made a chocolate cake with chocolate mousse frosting and are excited to devour it once youāre done with your meal.
You take another step towards the table but the pain intensifies. You stop, the plate falling from your hand and crashing to the floor - food now destroyed. The pain is sharp, feeling as you have in the past from another mutant stabbing you.
You wait for the cramp to ease but instead, feel something warm. You freeze in dread, immediately rushing to the bathroom. You turn the light on and your whole body freezes, the site in the mirror leaving you in shock.
Your hand travels down between your legs where a warm, red liquid has coated your gray shorts.
āNo.ā you state, voice breaking at the site.
You lean forward hands gripping the counter as more pain travels throughout your abdomen. The counter cracks beneath your strength, streaks tearing throughout its once strong foundation.
You cry out, the pain becoming too much as you fall to the floor. You end up on your side, more whimpers and cries coming out of your mouth as youāre now in the fetal position.
11 weeks.
Thatās how long youāve had your baby.
5 weeks of knowing. Of planning in your mind and with Logan of the future.
5 weeks of thinking how your baby would look.
Of wondering which parent they would take after.
Youāll never get to see them take their first step. Or say their first word. Youāll never hear them laugh. Youāll never tuck them in at night or read them a bedtime story.
All thoughts of your future are gone.
You pull yourself up into a kneeling position, reaching into the shower to turn it on. Without shedding your clothes, you climb into the tub, letting the water cover you.
You watch as the water draining is pink, mixing with what once was.
A sob escapes your mouth, tears rushing down your cheeks as you watch what once was is no more.
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Youāre curled up in bed when you hear the front door open. You donāt move. You continue staring out the window, watching the rain paint it.
The scent of Logan returns to you, a moment of comfort finally passing you during this time. Youāre grateful he has returned. That you are no longer alone.Ā
āWhat happened to the bathroom?ā Loganās voice sounds throughout the room.Ā
You slowly turn to your other side to see him, the ache in your heart finally lessening for the first time in two days.Ā
He looks tired. There are bags under his eyes and slight frown on his face. His hair is for once not styled its usual way. Instead, there appears to be more tufts, each going into its own direction.
āHey,ā Logan says, immediately rushing over. He takes a seat on the edge, reaching over to brush your hair out of your face. āWhatās wrong?ā
You sniffle slightly, tears welling in your eyes. āThe baby is gone.āĀ
Loganās hand freezes on your cheek, his eyes widening in response. He watches as more tears fall from your eyes as a sob escapes you.
āHey, hey, hey,ā Logan says and you watch as he lays down on the bed next to you.
He wraps an arm around your shoulder, bringing your body closer to his. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and feel as he entangles his legs with yours.
More cries escape your body as you finally donāt feel alone. His hand travels up and down your back, rubbing it as the sobs continue. Your own hands travel to his shirt, gripping it tightly as you inhale his scent. Smokey, whiskey, and something that is always there as just Logan.Ā
āAh Sweetheart,ā Logan says as you feel him press a kiss to your head.
He doesnāt offer any other words. He just holds you as you continue to grieve. You soon scent something youāve never before and pull away from Loganās neck to see tears falling from your eyes. Youāre heart breaks even more, knowing that he too is experiencing this loss.
āIām sorry,ā you say softly, voice still choked with tears.
āWhaty are you sorry for?ā He questions, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as tears continue to fall slowly from his face.
āFor losing the baby,ā you sniff.
āNo, no, no,ā Logan says back, both hands coming up to cup your face. āIt is not your fault, okay? You did not do anything to cause this.ā he tells you.
āBut what if itās because of what happened, or what they did to me?ā You voice your concerns.
Itās a thought youāve been having. That the experiments caused this. That the harm previously done to your body is the reason for your loss. That Jean was right all those years ago and you will never have a child.Ā
āDonāt think like that.ā he says, thumbs rubbing your cheeks. āNothing could have caused this. Okay? Sometimes things like this just happen. No one is to blame. This is not your fault.ā
You donāt respond but look into Loganās eyes. You see nothing but sincerity. You see nothing but love.Ā
You nod, moving your head back into the crook of his neck and feel his hands go back to rubbing up and down your body.Ā
You inhale his scent again, closing your eyes at the comfort.
āHow was Japan?" you question, wanting to change the subject, if just for a moment.
āShit.ā Logan says, tightly his hold on you. āWhole thing was a set up but Yukio didnāt know. Lost my healing for a little, lost my adamantium claws. Yashida wanted my healing factor.ā
āJesus Christ Logan.ā You state, your hands travelling under his shirt to feel his heart, grateful it is still beating.
New tears form in your eyes at the thought of what he went through. Another thing he had to do alone and you werenāt there to have his back.Ā
āIām okay,ā Logan states, bringing his head down to press his forehead against yours. āAnd weāll be okay.ā
He brings his lips down, pressing them to yours. Theyāre warm against your own and you feel the warmth spread against your body.
You know at that moment, as long as Logan is there, everything will be okay.
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Rhaenyra Targaryen + Gabrielle Winchester (OC)
Gabrielle Winchester is the only daughter of a werewolf mother, Lisbeth Mikaelson, with a supreme alpha lineage and a human hunter father, John Winchester, a Marine Corps Vietnam war veteran, and is a direct descendant of the Men of Letters. Growing up as a werewolf-human hybrid, Gabrielle always felt like the odd man out due to what the people in the pack have considered her as a monstrous abomination for having a human for a father.
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When the clock struck midnight on Gabrielleās eighteenth birthday, she was told by her mom, Lisbeth, and her maternal grandparents, Ragnar and Edith Mikaelson, all three of them have explained to her when a young werewolf comes to age on their eighteenth birthday that their wolf counterpart would wake up from their dormant sleep and tell their human counterpart their name and then shift for the first time. Gabrielle had been waiting for several hours with her mom, Lisbeth, and her grandparents, but her wolf counterpart would never come to her and wasn't able to shift into her wolf either.
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Once the other kids who had just gained their wolves found out at the pack high school that Gabrielle didn't shift into her wolf on her birthday, they all started both emotionally and physically assaulting her daily, and it had made Gabrielle really insecure about herself since that day. Her mom, Lisbeth, and her grandparents Ragnar and Edith had to stand on the sideline in seeing Gabrielle being tormented by the other kids at the pack high school. Being the pack seer has prevented Lisbeth from interfering due to her having a vision when Gabrielle was just a toddler, and she had to be commanded by her older brother, the current alpha, Alexander Mikaelson. The vision that Lisbeth had seen was that of an enormous black green-eyed dragon with emerald green flames will claim Gabrielle, and the dragon had taken her to an alternate universe where she would meet her destined mate with silver-white hair and deep violet eyes. The mate herself is a very skilled and experienced dragon rider, also a really strong leader in her own right.
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After failing to gain her wolf and not shifting for the first time, Gabrielle had spent her time withdrawn from wolfen society. She had left the pack after graduating high school at the top of her class and went backpacking across the United States, Canada, and Mexico for her own mental and physical health. The only good thing that Gabrielle got out of it is werewolf strength, speed, smell, and the ability to scent her destined mate far out in the near future. Gabrielle always prayed to the moon goddess Selene every single day to be fair and justified that her mate is soft, lovely, strong, and fearless in themselves and the loved ones surrounding them, including Gabrielle as well.
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Next to the Minnesota (U.S.) - Canadian borders, Gabrielle was beginning to feel really agitated once she had woken after having a restless night of sleeping and had weird dreams of dragons, family feuds, and a civil war in a very distant realm. Gabrielle was about fifteen miles on the Minnesota side of the U.S.-Canadian border when she sensed an extremely large entity soaring above her. Gabrielle looked straight up at the heavily clouded sky and saw an enormous black dragon slowly flying around her like an injured prey that was about to die. She started panicking and began running further into the forest from the dragon, which was about to shoot large green flames from its obsidian mouth. Gabrielle was running for almost an hour when she ended up at a dead end with no escape route for her to use. Once the black dragon had finally landed on the hardened earth and slowly moved towards Gabrielle began stiffing her like a dog stiffing the cook for food. From Gabrielleās point of view, the head of the dragon was the fucking size of a goddamn large-sized log cabin, and its nose the size of her head. The enormous black dragon finished stiffing Gabrielle and started purring like a giant scaly cat with damn wings for fucking crying out loud. Finally, Gabrielle thought the giant behemoth with its damn shenanigans, but fucking nope, the motherfucker was just getting started when it completely knocked Gabrielle out of partial unconsciousness and flapped its massive wings with emerald green smoke surrounding them, and then disappeared from right out of the blue.
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Gabrielle didnāt know how long she had been knocked out for. She was feeling completely groggy and slowly was waking up from whatever hallucinatory smoke that fucking black dragon had given her, which was fucked up for sure. The emerald green smoke that Gabrielle heavily inhaled into her lungs had a very heavy dose of both wolfsbane and silver nitrate that even a strong alpha who trains every day will also have trouble with it as well when it comes to inhaling large amounts of the smoke. Gabrielle finally woke up and stood up. She was still outside with the black dragon hovering over her, and it was raining heavily with the loud sound of the ocean in the distance. Also in the distance was a castle with an even larger dragon than the black dragon outside of it, and a person who looked like a young male teenager riding a smaller dragon as it flew into the castle's courtyard.
"Does it still hurt?"
Your hand rests over his midsection, right atop his belly. You rub slow, gentle circles over his skin, feeling his hair and muscle, and the rise and fall of his every breath.
"I'm fine."
He answers quick, meaning he knew exactly what you were referring too. You sat up, bracing yourself on your arm as you look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, only looking at you when you shifted.
"Does it?" You ask again, with more concern. Your hand stops, and your mind replays the events of the other day. He got hurt- bad. His healing factor obviously worked perfectly- but the scene in your head, you can't get it out. You couldn't help but replay it over and over, the moment it happened, the grisly scene, the expression on his face...
Logan doesn't talk about it. He brushes over these injuries like nothing, maybe that's how he gets through it by not giving it a thought. You always worried about how he felt, when it happened, and how must it feel after?
"I'm fine sweetheart." He takes your hand and squeezes it, before bring your palm to his lips.
"Are you sure?"
He smirks. "Course I am."
"I don't want you suffering in silence." You say, your hand moving to cup his face. "If somethings bothering you, talk to me. I want to help you."
"Darling," His other arm reached out to wrap around your waist to tug you closer. "You are, just by being here."
Feels Like Home
[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You decide to take it upon yourself to become best friends with Wadeās new grumpy addition to the family (much to Loganās dismay).
WC: 2453
Category: Fluff, Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Logan trope {TW: Bar Fight, Handsy Drunk Dude, Mentions of Blood + Bruising}.
[Dedicated to: @iluvloganhowlett] I finished it for you!! (Iām shocked at the speed too donāt worry š). Hopefully this fluffiness will help add onto the low supply out there.
And incase anyone hasnāt seen it yet: DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
Sandor Clegane having a Ā crush on you:
He tries really hard to keep it secret, which ends up with him spouting rude stuff at you from time to time. He feels guilty afterwards but he does think itās the best thing for you to keep you distanced from him.
He doesnāt think heās good enough for you but he thinks the same about every male that puts his gaze on you. He tries to push you away but he also likes keeping an eye on you just in case.
He drops advice -often in a condescending way- whether you want it or not. He knows how much you could suffer if you were too naive and even if he can stop any physical violence, he canāt do anything else.Ā
He has thought about confessing heās in love with you, telling you to go somewhere far away from kings, white walkers and dragons with him and building a calm, quiet life for the both of you. He daydreams way too much about the idea, but he thinks itās just a stupid thought.Ā
He doesnāt want to be a creep, but he finds himself staring at you, getting angry if the cloth over your shoulders falls a bit and some man looks at you or wishing if sometime he walks through the corridor where your bedroom is, youāre wearing something lighter than you normal clothes.Ā
Sandor Clegane having a Ā crush on you:
He tries really hard to keep it secret, which ends up with him spouting rude stuff at you from time to time. He feels guilty afterwards but he does think itās the best thing for you to keep you distanced from him.
He doesnāt think heās good enough for you but he thinks the same about every male that puts his gaze on you. He tries to push you away but he also likes keeping an eye on you just in case.
He drops advice -often in a condescending way- whether you want it or not. He knows how much you could suffer if you were too naive and even if he can stop any physical violence, he canāt do anything else.Ā
He has thought about confessing heās in love with you, telling you to go somewhere far away from kings, white walkers and dragons with him and building a calm, quiet life for the both of you. He daydreams way too much about the idea, but he thinks itās just a stupid thought.Ā
He doesnāt want to be a creep, but he finds himself staring at you, getting angry if the cloth over your shoulders falls a bit and some man looks at you or wishing if sometime he walks through the corridor where your bedroom is, youāre wearing something lighter than you normal clothes.Ā

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Salvaging old wounds - dave york x female reader
summary: you and Dave are thriving post-birth. but someone threatens to ruin your perfect life.
word count: 5.3k
content warning: age gap, stockholm syndrome, no prenatal care, home birth, bitter ex wife Carol keeps the kids from Dave, breaking and entering, conversation about reader being a missing person, murder, set up death āsuicideā, abuse of power, sheriff Dave, mentions of mental illness. Use of pet name; honey.
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Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Headcanons -`ā”Ā“-
This is my first time making head canons, and I wanted to keep them sweet and endearing since our boy has been through too much in his very-very long life. As someone who's read a majority of the X-Men comics, I hope you find these true to his character! Enjoy :)
(I got so carried away with this)
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Winter Moons Ancient runes Phase me into the New Year Let me forget my old fear

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My MTG Secret Lair: Artist Collection
Archive Prints Drop : 18 Dec, 12PM (PT) www.kelogsloops.com
A few spare edition prints of my MTG Secret Lair artworks will be up on the shop this week for an archives print drop!
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