#wolverine scenario

[viviale]

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 waits a long time until he tells you that he loves you. It's something so special to him that he fears it will lose power if said out loud too often. He can't help it — his heart beats in another century. The world felt more flowery back then, like poetry, a distant dream he didn't fully remember, whereas nowadays, society is complicated and repulsive. Or is it Logan that has changed?

Either way, he's noticed that "love" has lost its meaning. Everyone seems to love everything... Absentmindedly, at that.

Wade 'loves' chimichangas. Vanessa 'loves' Lauras earrings. Even you sometimes say the word out of reflex, often despite not really feeling that way.

Things have changed since he was a little boy, oblivious to the claws under his skin waiting to unsheat themselves and tear his life to shreds. Words used to mean something.

To Logan, they very much still do. They mean everything. Back when he first met you, he was at a loss, didn't know how to express what he felt. Desperate to make you see how utterly infatuated he found himself simply by your way of living.

So, he stayed silent. And he regretted it, because it felt terribly horribly wrong. Silence doesn't speak louder than words — it doesn't speak at all.

Actions, however, do. It all changed when you heard everything he didn't say just by looking into his eyes.

Now, he didn't need to say it. Every small glance, every affectionate gaze thrown your way was a token of his devotion. And he looked at you a lot.

It takes you off guard when Logan does say "I love you". You'd accepted that he wasn't the type to say it. You didn't even mind, not when you found his affection in little gestures sprinkled into your mundane life, into the very same rhythm that used to feel like a prison. Not when your bond went way further than three tiny overrated words.

Suddenly, out of his lips, they feel like a whole world. It's a spur of the moment thing, nothing too fancy. Very him.

Still, it leaves you dumbfounded. Giddy, too. You didn't think you'd ever hear it! Turns out, Logan always found a way to surprise you, even after all those years.

It means a lot to him, actually. Even if he doesn't show that (you see it anyway — in the kiss, in the way he couldn't take his eyes off of you after and in the way he holds you that night). It's a testament to his commitment. To the way he changed. To time liquifying wounds until they spread over skin, balancing the pain to make it bearable.

Logan waited very long to say it. Only thought it was right once he had seen every side of you. Suspected that he was falling as early on as the first day you met — when you introduced yourself to him so cheerfully, eyes bright and arms open. Waited in spite of it, even though he was sure it's you, it will always be you... For knowing you completely should be when he surrendered at last. When he let himself breathe you in, finally, without restraint, when he allowed himself to feel you with every fiber of his being.

He loves you. And you knew that, he's sure you did, but he wants to spend everyday he's left to live reminding you. Making sure you believe it.

[viviale]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓.

“you’ve got pretty teeth.”

it’s an unusual compliment. his voice is low and hushed between kisses, calloused fingers cradling your cheek. diving in for another, chasing your swollen lips. your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dimly lit room again.

he presses his lips onto yours, mapping out every inch of them. a kiss to the corner of your mouth, fleeting. it makes them tilt upwards in a soft, hazy smile.

“thanks, logan.”

he huffs, acknowledging and pushing away the sentiment at the same time. too focused on the feeling of your skin against his knuckles, on how your cheeks heat up slightly. his gentle touch sends goosebumps up your neck and you shift a little, facing him where you both lie sideways on the cushions.

your gaze drifts down to his teeth. mouth slightly agape, steady breath flowing out of his chest. grounding, you think as you listen to his heartbeat.

“they’re so… smooth. feel clean,” he muses. mesmerized by you. he pushes his thumb between your lips, swiping over your front row of teeth in a mindless action, head all fuzzy from kissing you over and over.

you smile and turn your head to peck the back of his hand that cradles your cheek.

the light from the cande you lit earlier reaches his face, liquifying the hard lines and edges. for a moment, he looks worryless. more like a feeling than a person.

a flash of white captures your attention. his teeth resemble canines, capable of ripping flesh apart. almost as pointy as his claws. sharp, too — a weapon, indestructible like the adamantium.

he would never bite you, though. that, you’re sure of.

your eyes flicker up to his, finding his gaze already lingering on you. quiet, loving. in this moment, he is the whole universe to you. the slant of his lips, the structure of his skin. his hands, holding you. devoted as if you were the earth and he was the space surrounding you. protecting the life you brought into existence. you could never fall… he invented gravity for you. his eternity: a vast, endless darkness, and now — you. the first to ever focus on the stars instead of the gloom. you, a splash of color, fragile and breathtakingly beautful.

he leans in to give you another kiss, face melting into yours.

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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who is grateful for his healing factor. he is, really. but he still feels pain. and yet, knowing he won't be affected as much as his colleagues without the ability to heal, he lacks the instinct to protect his body. it doesn't matter that much to him. he's grown used to pain being a constant in his life, be it the soaring ache of his claws ripping apart the skin between his knuckles or emotional pain — the mistrust he harbors for the outside world due to him having been used, rejected or abandoned by others for his whole life.

logan who accepts it to be a part of his character. he may even value it to an unhealthy degree, retrieving to sacrificing himself for others all over again without it ever being acknowledged. he is his pain, and it is his healing factor that nurtures it. his healing factor that enables him to leave behind any limit and fight, not for himself, not really, but for the x-men. the x-men that he doesn't truly feel he is a part of. logan howlett who is grateful for his healing factor — it is a crucial part of his character after all. makes him who he is.

logan who is way more affected than he ever thought he would be by wounds that do not heal as easily as skin. by pain that isn't as much of a common occurrence in his daily life as the one of a broken bone.

logan who hates to admit it, but gets terrible motion sickness. it's embarrassing, really. he, the wolverine, worn out by a short flight in the x-jet. it's not as if it's his first time on a plane, either. during his years on special forces they had made the soldiers fly a lot. and it made him just as nauseous then as it does today. it's always the same torture. until... it's not. today, it's the comfort of your body next to his own. your delicate hand lying on his tigh, reassuring him with your mere presence. a silent i know.

logan who has tried to cope with motion sickness countless times, finding new techniques that never work. today he realizes he won't need those anymore. because concentrating on your face makes him forget about the speed of the jet, about the height and the harsh movement. because you make everything slow down, and he loves you for it.

logan who reaches down to intertwine his fingers with yours. they jot together perfectly. and in this moment he doesn't mind the pain — not as long as it is the best feeling in the world to be patched together by you.

logan who used to think that while broken skin might heal, broken hearts rarely do. he's not as convinced anymore, now.

logan who could endure any pain knowing you will await him when it's over... his bleeding heart in your gentle hands.

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𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who falls for you because you care about him. you're not like the others — not scared off by his gruffness and the adamantium walls. instead, you poke and prod at them, tear them down slowly without ever losing your gentleness of touch. you continue to talk to him, to ask questions, to share mundane details of your day with him even though he only gives court answers, barely more than a few words at a time. god, he's infatuated. those walls were built for a reason — they do not only protect his own bruised heart but also the people around him. it's better this way, in spite of the fact that it's not a very gratifying way of living. chained, trapped inside his own body. alone. well, not anymore. your sweetness basically forced him to shed the shackles. and the most astounding part is that he does not mind. he doesn't even realize that you changed him. not because you blinded him, no. quite the opposite — you made him see again. you opened his eyes to the beauty of acceptance, and the rush of colors that paints his mind, once a prison, now a solace, makes him feel utterly euphoric.

[viviale]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝚰𝐅𝐔𝐋.

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who constantly reminds you of your beauty. he knows you tend to forget about it, that you're hurting, knows of the bad days when the earth spins on without you — but that's not why he does it. it's more of an unconscious action, really. logan is by no means an excellent communicator, but he does communicate his feelings. he's not the type of guy to sit down and talk about his emotions, no. he'd be far too tense and believe it or not, he gets insecure. logan seems quiet and brooding, but there's a whole little world happening on his mind — a world that's not for sharing. they wouldn't understand. so, he keeps them out. always has. but... it's different with you.

logan didn't realize when something changed at first. his animal instincts make him feel the vitals of everyone around him, and yet it took him months to recognize his own heart rate elevating as soon as you entered the room. how the voices in his head went quiet. he was truly oblivious.

and just like that, he's late to notice another change happening a few weeks into your relationship as well. his inside world isn't lonely anymore. it's true, he's not a great communicator. overthinks too much to reveal his feelings — consequently, he doesn't share them. and he wasn't planning on ever doing so (he knows he's doomed to sabotage any romantic relationship he engages in sooner or later). it just happened.

now finds himself standing next to you, eyes wide. the words just tumbled out of his lips, he didn't even intend to say anything! told you that you're beautiful in passing, you flashed him a smile, genuine appreciation glimmering in your gaze before you went back to the tea you were preparing on the kitchen counter. logan wasn't even the one who got the compliment — that's you! — and still, it's his eyes that widen slightly, him who's left standing in the aisle dumbfounded.

because he's not used to saying out loud his innermost thoughts, even though they are true. his love for you may very well be the most profound emotion he ever experienced, but...

you turn around, interrupting his train of thought. and you hand him a cup of tea, brewed just the way he likes it. and when you kiss him on the cheek so sweetly, he realizes that it doesn't matter. you really did change him. and he loves it, even if it makes him say out loud things that he has a hard time admitting without a second thought (like, that he's utterly devoted to you, eternally yours if only you'll take him).

it's not as if he'd ever been able to restrain himself around you, anyway.

[viviale]

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who says “i love you” way too early. you have been dating for a few weeks, barely a month at this point. and yet, every kiss leaves him starstruck, brown eyes hazy as he observes you living from right beside you. how he admires you! his feelings are all over the place and he has a hard time understanding them. but this he knows — it’s too early to declare his love for you. and he didn't mean to, really. it almost scares him when the words tumble out of his lips. did he just say that? he’s frantic, trying to distract you by changing the topic drastically, brushing aside the careless comment. logan howlett who tries to be casual about his unplanned confession but fails dramatically. because he can not hide the gentle glimmer in his eyes and the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at you. it’s painfully obvious — he really does love you. a lot. the thing is, he says it as soon as he realizes. it’s that part that takes him years. logan is utterly oblivious, unused to his own heartbeat, having ignored it for so long. we’re talking countless missions side to side, evenings spent in a sanctuary you build moment by moment. logan who endures an eternity of pining to realize he wants to, needs to be with you, but once he knows, he's quick to inform you about it. logan who has always been a blunt man. a lonely man, too. his life is unlimited, but he’d hate himself for wasting time he could have spend with you instead.

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𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who despises modern tunes. who thinks they sound generic, annoying even. after all, he witnessed the evolution of music over decades, haunted by nostalgia whenever a classical song is played on the radio. maybe he remembers it, a glimpse of his childhood revealed for a flashing second, gone before he can grasp it. bits of melodies awaken a dormant feeling in him, bringing him back to a part of himself he lost long ago. logan howlett whose eyes soften anyway as he hears you absentmindedly hum that one song that's been stuck in your head for days. who doesn't change the station when he sees your face light up at nsync playing on the stereo of scotts car. who feels his heart warm up at the sight of you moving to the music, happily witnessing your silly performance of "bye bye bye" from your carseat. logan howlett who begins to like your favorite songs simply because they are yours. logan who plays a mixtape that is a collection of your favorite songs as you visit him in his room, touched by the endearing look of surprise on your face. he remembered? he remembers everything about you. doesn't want to scare you away by it. but he could list your preferences on countless topics. logan howlett who kisses you back as you reward him with a gentle brush of your lips against his, holding you tight in his arms, who even indulges you by dancing a little bit. logan who loves you more than he dislikes pop music.

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𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 whose sleep is riddled with nightmares. who feels every tiny cut and gaping wound he ever received haunt him in his dreams, entertwined with visions of the past he can't remember. who wakes up from the pain of his claws shooting out of the space between his knuckles, just in time to feel them pierce his mattress. who is so, so tired and just wants to sleep. so, as he lies back, curled up on the covers, brows furrowed, he concentrates really hard to hear you breathing in your bedroom down the corridor. he uses his heightened senses to pick up on the peaceful sound and slowly drifts to sleep as he mimicks your rythm, air flowing in and out of his lungs. logan who falls asleep next to a ghost of you, yearning to feel your body against his. logan howlett who is madly in love with you — he just doesn't know it yet.