❝ 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞
╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a rural girl named (y/n) is tending to her family's farm when she notices a nude man running through the field. intrigued and concerned, she decides to investigate, un...
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YOU FIND yourself seated amid a still silence, enveloped by swirling gusts of frozen air that move around you with the grace of an elegant typhoon. each exhale creates billows of steam, making it abundantly clear how bone-chillingly cold it is, as even your breath becomes visible to the naked eye.
"they should be asleep in a few," you voiced into the quietness hovering in the nighttime breeze. "we'll just have to wait them out." there was a hint of hope in your words, knowing you would somehow be able to get out of this predicament scot-free.
"fair enough," logan muttered through warm breaths. he reclined with his arms tucked snuggly behind his nape, laying flat against the slanted rooftop.
his expression looked almost peaceful as his eyelids gently rested together and his lips barely parted, allowing only a soft breath to pass. although it was a sight to behold, you tore your gaze away out of fear you may be spotted.
you huddled with your knees drawn closely to your chest, seeking to shield yourself from the biting cold; you looked up at the tumultuous skies, where the luminous moon gently unveiled itself through the billowing sea of clouds. it was a sight so enchanting that it seemed to transport you to another realm.
the icy tendrils of the night air began to nip at your fingertips, sending a shiver down your spine and reminding you of the moonlit night when you would stargaze in this very spot.
"you cold?" you turned your gaze to the man lying comfortably next to you, seemingly not even being touched by the bone-chilling temperatures.
even with trembling fingers and chattering teeth, you held firm. "i'm fine," you said, enclosing your limb cocoon further to keep what little warmth you held.
you then heard his signature scoff, "well, i don't want to make any assumptions, but i have to say you're a terrible liar (y/n)." feeling as if your ego had been impeaching, you opened your mouth to snap back with a sharp rebuttal when suddenly you felt a little less cold.
your cocoon was breached by a jacket, which lay loosely to cover your shoulders and protect you from the harsh winds. you spun your head to glance at the man now sitting up next to you.
he seemed remarkably deep in focus as he twirled his dog tag with the tips of his fingers, lost in thought. "you asked how i got the name wolverine," he chimed after a hushed chill fell over the atmosphere. "i got the nickname because of my... talent. an unusual talent no ordinary human possesses." he cleared his throat, not yet revealing what this so-called talent was.
his few words caught your undivided attention as you looked at him, wide eyes and curious. "special talent?" you parroted, egging him on. as much as you wanted to hear more, his lips remained tightly pressed together, hesitant to reveal his thoughts.
you weren't the type to force secrets out into the open. instead, you allowed the bittersweet silence to hang in the air, adding a certain weight to the moment. and then, unexpectedly, a singular white snowflake drifted down from the heavens above.
the scene unfolding before your very eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. the soft glow in your bedroom slowly illuminated the falling snow. you couldn't help but feel in awe of the serene winter scene, with each snowflake glistening in the gentle light.
on the other hand, logan seemed preoccupied, lost in his thoughts, and perhaps unable to share your appreciation for the magical sight that captivated you.
you allowed a hot breath to float from your lips. logan certainly had a past, and you, of all people, knew it wasn't good to dwell on it.
when your brother went missing a few months ago, the guilt practically ate you from the inside out like some mind-leaching parasite. you had fought over something irrelevant hours before he fled the coop. no one knew where he went or if he was safe; all you knew was a part of it, and it may have been your fault.
so, seeing him, an obvious form of sadness swirling in his deep chestnut irises, you knew something from his past was eating him alive. you wanted to help him, wanted to make this man feel like he could open up to you without the fear of judgment.
but forcing him to do so wasn't an option for several reasons, and if he never fully opened up to you, that would be fine in your book. it's just that you hated seeing him like this, knowing there was nothing you could do to help.
you glanced in his direction, seeing specks of snow scattered in his brunette hair. logan didn't return your gaze as he stared into the blank void in the distance.
you had so many questions swirling in your mind, countless things you longed to know the answers to but couldn't bring yourself to ask. deep down, you were fully aware of this fact, yet you still desired to know logan for who he truly was, regardless of his past.
you focused intently, pushing away your racing thoughts, and took a daring risk by leaning against him to bask in his reassuring warmth. caught off guard by your sudden proximity, he flinched slightly. "well, i think the name suits you," you remarked, "special talent or not."
a moment passed in the brittle cold, in all honesty, felt like an eternity without so much as a movement. that was until he accepted you. he pulled you closer to his chest with a welcoming arm draping over your shoulder. you huddled against his sturdy body, listening to the calming beats thumping against his ribcage.
as your eyes locked, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you sitting together atop a roof.
logan's fingers snaked up your jaw, cupping your rosy cheek with his calloused hand and forcing your eyes to meet his. feeling the anticipation burning within you, you dared to show your true colors and lean forward. and to your surprise, he met you halfway.
warmth blossomed in your chest as your lips brushed together tentatively for the first time. the taste of liquor from his earlier bottle made for an intoxicating sensation, almost dizzying, as waves of butterflies began dancing in your stomach. but warmth consumed you as he leaned into the kiss, his lips impossibly soft against your own.
all your racing thoughts and questions faded the moment your lips locked. although you wished this kiss could last an entirety atop the freezing roof, like most things inevitably do, the kiss soon came to an end.
you found it impossible to open your eyes, not wanting to believe it was over. and yet, your eyes fluttered open, feeling the rising and falling of his chest as you snuggled into the heat bellowing from his skin.
even in these plummeting temperatures, he was burning up. on the other hand, you find yourself prone to frostbite even with all these extra layers.
