hold on, wait a minute (feel my heart's intention)

hold on, wait a minute (feel my heart's intention)

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in between those moments, those moments where logan would grit his teeth and clench his fist, tips of metal claws beginning to peek, where he'd roar fearfully in the middle of the night from a nightmare, claws now fully extended, where he'd stumble home drunk from the bar after a painful day of the voices being too loud, there was something else. something far, far worse. - available on archiveofourown.org
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I sat down under the shade of the tree, Malyshka laying down next to me, a small smile forming on my lips as she let out a small huff of air through her nose. The sound of footsteps advancing toward me caused me to look up, seeing Logan, who sat down next to me. "How are you liking it here?" He asked, pulling out a cigar "It still feels weird" I replied honestly, leaning back against the trunk of the tree "the Professor offered me a job. Turns out some kids wanted to learn how to cook, said I'd think about it" "You're staying" he said "might as well do something to keep yourself occupied" "Yeah" I replied with a small shrug Plucking the cigar from his hand, I snapped my fingers, causing a small fire to spark on my index finger, putting the cigar in my mouth and lighting it, taking a few puffs and blowing the smoke out. I took another puff, handing it back to him and blowing the smoke out, letting the fire spread on my hand, watching the blue flames dance. Another sigh emitted from me, wiggling my fingers a bit, "Have you figured out a name for yourself?" He asked curiously "I think I got one" I replied with a small smile "Which is?" He prodded ". . . Genesis" I said softly, closing my fist and diminishing my flame . . . . . I own nothing from Marvel, only my own stuff. Thanks for reading! Ranked #1 in Wolverine 5/25/18

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