#dinnertables

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Imagine If Clock got eliminated and Winner did the Almost Frown Icy did when Bracelety got eliminated. Like I know this won't happen most likely but imagine

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Dinnertable / Dindin

Dinnertable is the name that stuck for that is to his best knowledge, what he used to be...at least, that was the lifetime that meant the most.

There was once an Oak, a strong, supporting tree. However, it was simply a tree, content, sturdy, and long-lived...until one day a pack of wild humans cut him down! Cut him down for war! (Ten thousand years jail for humans!!!) while most of his body was chopped up and used for devising weapons for warfare and the demise of those they opposed.

One craftsman, however, saw a lifetime in the wood of this great Oak. saw it for its sturdiness, it was for more than war and hate. Something was important about this oak trunk, the craftsman was stuck with, and by the gods, she would craft the finest, most reliable, yet simple. dining table. Who to purchase such a table, for a growing group of peacemakers, but a worn, middle-aged human, by the name of Ronan. placed near the center of what would become the Groves Sanctuary.

And so set on the table were many plates of food and feast, desert, spirits, laughter and tears, merrymaking and talk of death, war and peace, hate love, the wood the oak, it felt every stain, felt the thumping of music, heard Ventari teach, write, live...and eventually, die.

it was on this day, the day Ventari died, that something awoke within that table, all of that time, so much hope, so much death, mourning, loss...what use would Ventari have for a table...for friends who are no longer even alive, for a group that perished by now, years ago.

Heavy-hearted, Ventari had left this, oddly...memorable piece of furniture and made his last trek.

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The Pale Tree Calls To You, It's Time To Wake Up.

{ Listen To The Call } { Turn Back }

[jelliebabydog]

fries + fake fish tofu thing + konjac sushi. lemon dill dip. lemonade

the secret to having species affirming meals is just stick everything in 1 bowl instead of using plates. consider also: foods that dont need utensils, one-pot meals. the issue isnt the food itself that youre eating, its how youre plating and eating it!

[joleneghoul]

Having an older Rook along with Emmrich (and romancing him) made every single team meeting, esp the dinner table ones in VG, feel like your parents are giving you the run down on this months energy bill.

[harperandhudson]

[dinkelbrot]

Everything OP said is correct. Wool and leather and cotton anf fur will always be more sustainable, more comfortable and more durable than anything made out of synthetic fibers.

Despite that, in most stores you'll only find products made out of viscose, polyester and synthetic materials.

However, blaming this on *vegans* is an insane choice. As if the reason for the decay in quality of clothing is not caused by corporate greed and the attitude we as a society have towards clothing.

Of course there won't be any wool sweaters in your local h&m when the most people are willing to pay for a piece of clothing is some spare change. Of course brands will mass produce flimsy plastic garments that fall apart after two washes if people keep buying them to follow the latest trends. Of course the industry will do everything to make us think of clothes as throwaway articles that fill up landfills.

Saying that vegans who refuse to wear animal products are the cause of this trend towards plastic is a choice. Plastic leather existed before veganism became more mainstream (faux leather...) and was just rebranded as 'vegan leather' because that was another way the sellers could jack up the prices.

Sustainability means not buying a new outfit every time a new microtrend comes along, it means being conscious when making purchase decisions and opting for long lasting garments. And if someone doesn't like to wear leather, they can opt for canvas, linen or cotton instead.

I get that people being preachy is annoying. However especially when it comes to consumerism vs sustainability it's important to look at the real causes of the problems (which are, of course, corporate greed and the general public's inability to distance themselves from it)

no but genuinely I lose a little more patience for people who won't wear wool, leather, silk, or fur every day that I live in a world where plastic is increasingly the only damn kind of clothing you can find (or the only kind of fabric for sewing, even)

obviously, animal cruelty is horrible. I believe that even industries that rely on the deaths of animals should make their lives as good and their ends as humane as possible. and many of these industries need tighter environmental regulations on their production practices- some of the chemicals involved are highly toxic and ill-controlled at times

but at some point, you have to wake up to the fact that the only alternative we've found to date is destroying our planet

it's all plastic. and plastic is horrible for the world- the environment, humans, and especially animals. how cruelty-free is it to cause mass habitat loss? or climate change that disrupts food sources for those animals on a vast scale? how is that better than the deaths of a relatively small proportion of animals comparatively?

(and don't even start with "but pineapple leather! but cactus leather!" when those are still basically plastic due to heavy plastics use in their production processes. there is currently no non-plastic alternative to most animal-based textile products)

I've always tried to keep in mind that we all have to decide where our line is, that we all consume and there's no way of living in this world that doesn't take something from it. that for me, plastic clothing is to be avoided as much as possible, and for others, animal clothing products are to be avoided as much as possible. that the choice is equally valid

but I'm having a hard time seeing it as valid anymore when it just feels like trying to push the unpleasant part away from yourself so you can pretend your choice has no negative impacts. you're not wearing animal skin (or wool that an animal didn't even die to produce), so surely your way of doing things is better! no animals were harmed in the making of your outfit!

except. they were.

they and all the rest of us.

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Beet root...

[draftbeerbibi]

FOR ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non MC! ( Part 4 )

Summery: you find yourself in lads universe after a particularly close interaction with truck kun. How does life go from here after arriving in the N109 zone leaders backyard when MC hasn’t arrived yet?

Disclaimer, Sylus might be OOC, since i’m not very good at writing so bear with me. This will be multiple parts!

TW: Angst, talk of suicidal ideation, talk of ed(?)

a/n at the end!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Every gaze was tantalizing.

Every word was like honey on your tongue.

Truly, you knew better then to entertain these delusions, but something in the back of your mind gnaws at you. What if your not delusional. What if MC just never shows up? After all, Sylus hasn't mentioned her once in the whole 4,5 months you were now here.

You guys hadn't dared to step further. You were already in the danger zone, and neither had felt particularly inclined to change that. However, once again, things were different.

His eyes would drop just a tad bit further down then they usually would. His tone was different, softer around the edges, but only when it was just the two of you. The banter never stopped ofcourse, but even that had evolved into something cataclysmic.

You were sure you were going to perish. You weren't meant for such deep, raw tension. It felt like you were going to cut yourself on it. You wanted to.

The two of you were in a dance, constantly holding eachother close enough to feel, smell, see, hear. But never close enough to truly taste.

It felt like you were starving yourself, taking just enough to survive. You were becoming bolder though.

Every day you tipped just a tad bit closer to him, and to your surprise, he reciprocated the notion. It felt like you were dancing around death, teetering on the edge off a cliff, but if you were with him. You wouldn't even care if you fell anymore. Your carefully constructed rules started crumbling piece by piece every single day. And he saw.

Untill one day, you guys had just finished your day of work. It was fine, nothing new really. People thinking they had bigger balls then Sylus, trying to outsmart him, not succeeding obviously, and the mundane acts of answering emails, picking up the phone yada yada. You had grown accustomed to the work and everyday became easier, especially now that Sylus had grown 'closer' to you.

You turned off the computer. It had become routine for Sylus and you to eat after dinner. Usually it was with the twins. It was almost domestic, and you soaked in every moment, unsure of if it would stay this way.

Better something then nothing right? wrong

This time was no different. The four of you are eating, though the twins are doing something more akin to stuffing the food down their throat. You giggle at the mess they are making. Truly, it was a sight to behold, the almighty ruler of the N109 zone, docile at the dinnertable, with 2 boys closer to sons though he would never admit it himself, and, well, whatever you were. You didn't even know what your place was right now.

You would like to say it didn't bother you, but that would be a lie. The uncertainty of where you stood was starting to chip at your resolve day by day. You knew there was something between you two. It was undeniable. It's like saying the sun was cold. A blatant lie.

You steal a glance at him from across the table, and my oh my. Immaculate is the first word that pops into your head. It makes you chuckle, which in turn makes him raise his eyes to you in question.

You shake your head softly as the four of you engage in playful banter, with the occasional cawing from Mephisto chiming in. The clattering of dishes, the soft moonlight creeping in through the dining room windows, the soft melody of a violin all blend together into a symphony that tugs at your heartstrings. Maybe, just maybe, you could let yourself indulge, just a bit more...

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You knew it would happen.

You knew...

You had prepared yourself.

Or so you thought.

But nothing, literally nothing, could have prepared you for the impact of seeing MC in your the base.

It had been a normal start to your day, really, Sylus had been out doing who knows what, and you had settled behind your desk to start with your tasks. To your surprise though, the front door had opened with enough force to shake the walls, so naturally, you became curious.

You wish you hadn't been.

Sylus was sitting on a chair with MC on the floor below him, just like how it happened in the storyline of the game.

The sight of it felt worse then a punch to the gut. Your heart clenched in protest as the fear of abandonment and the grief of loosing something that was never yours to have flood your entire being.

You didn't know what you wanted to do more, cry, because quite frankly, you could feel your heart breaking right where you stood, or laugh because you thought you ever had a chance, because despite everything you've told yourself, you had hoped for a different outcome.

You were a fool.

You were just a glorious distraction in a lovestory already written in the stars. There was no place for you here. You didn't belong here. No matter how much you blended in, you were still an anomaly. Wrong.

You willed yourself away from the room, away from the house, away from them. It felt like you were breathing through a straw, too shallow, it hurt. God, what didn't hurt? Your own footsteps sounded too loud in the corridor. You walked past the office. Past the living room, straight to the front door. You had no idea where you were going. Anywhere but here really. You didn't realize you had been crying till you felt your tears fall on your hand.

You make a weak effort to dry your face but the tears were streaming harder then you could keep up with.

Truly, what did you expect? You laughed at yourself, grieving a relationship that hadn't even begun yet. It was for the best. You don't think you could have survived it if had it progressed any further then this.

But reality dawns on you, you have nowhere to go. You had put down roots in the N109 zone, particularly at Sylus's side, and leaving it would be an immediate ticket to the afterlife. So despite it all, you try to make yourself look presentable and turn back.

The walk is daunting, every step settles a weight in your chest heavier then the step before. Fate truely was cruel, was this your destiny? Always on the sidelines, never in the spotlight, fated to die alone.

You picked up an invoice from a business partner, something the twins could have done just fine, but you wanted, no, needed an excuse for when you came back in the house.

You softly close the door behind you, and unfortunately for you, Sylus was waiting in the hall. You put on the best fake smile you could and pretended. It was all you could do right now to not fall apart.

"Where did you go?" His voice is low, with a twinge of something you couldn't quite decipher.

"I picked up this." You held out the invoice of his latest business endeavor. Signed and ready to be processed.

"You could've let Luke and Kieran handle that, no?" You don't meet his gaze. Though your very being ached to look at him, to see if maybe, just maybe, the softness was still there, maybe, just maybe, the story would rewrite itself.

But you couldn't bring yourself to look up, dread gnawing at every fiber of your being. You were afraid. Because, if that softness had faded, you would probaply fade along with it.

"Yeah, well, i needed some fresh air, so y'know, i decided to pick it up myself."

He hums, clearly not believing you, but he doesn't pry. Your eyes flicker up, despite your best efforts, and his face is unreadable. You immediatly excuse yourself to your room. The work day isn't over. He knows. You know he knows. Yet he still doesn't pry.

You close the door to your room behind you. It felt like you were suffocating, drowning in the tsunami of emotions washing over you. This is why you didn't want to fall in love. But you were weak, unlike MC, grief gnaws at you. It's all consuming. Never ending.

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The following days were a blur, you kept doing your job, but your mind was not there. There was a persistant ache in your chest where your heart was supposed to be. It felt ridiculous to grieve something that wasn't yours, but you couldn't help it. Love is a fickle thing, it does what it pleases, and always managed leaves you in shambles.

The dinners go sparse. For the past few nights you have excused yourself to your room with your dinnerplate only to leave it untouched. The hunger you felt overruled by the hole the grief had shaped in your very soul.

You had started rising from your bed later everyday, not because you felt like screwing up your work intentionally, but because your body physically felt like it was crumbling under the weight of gravity. You knew you were too weak for love, yet hope was your biggest enemy friend. Naively trusting again and again.

He still went out with MC, trying to resonate with her, exactly according to the storyline, and everytime he returned after meeting with her, you could feel yourself loosing yourself more and more.

He stopped calling you by your nicknames, instead reserving them for 'miss hunter' as he so liked to call her.

He came home less frequently. Even mephisto who would occasionally check in on you while Sylus was out stopped appearing, now constantly monitoring his other half. His sorceress.

The house felt even colder then before. All but you had left the house for business. The only noises were your shallow breathing and the incessant ticking of an antique grandfather clock breaking the hollow silence of the base.

You tried to focus on the work at hand, but your eyes were glazing over your monitor, cursor roaming the screen with no real destination. Why were you transported here if you were going to be killed from the inside out. Why be kept alive somewhere where you almost start yearning for death.

The silence felt too loud, and your skin felt like sandpaper on your nerves. You will yourself back to work. In all honesty, you wanted him to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. a lie. But your heart betrayed you, logic had lost and you were paying the price.

Ring

You look down at your phone to see his name lighting up your screen. You don't move. The harsh ringing hurts your ears untill it stops. You stare at the now dark screen, till it lights up with a message.

Bossman: Why did you lie?

You blink at the screen, not sure what he meant by that, but as if sensing your confusion your screen lights up with another message.

Bossman: You said you would stop avoiding me.

You scoff, not out of anger, you could honestly never be angry at him. This was his destiny, his fate. Even the almighty Sylus couldn't outrun fate. Could he?

Your eyes burn with tears rising to your line of sight. Everytime you thought, it can't get any worse then this, it did.

Why did he still care? Or why did he pretend? No, Sylus doesn't pull stunts like that, so then why? You curse yourself as you feel yourself hope, a fragile, fleeting emotion, that brings destruction along in its wake.

You ignore him. You don't even open the message. You couldn't. He needs to fulfill his destiny, and you'll help him to the best of your abilities.

Even if it breaks you in the process.

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Part 5!

A/N: Holy smokes y'all, thank you so much for the overwhelming support i've been getting lately! I'm uploading this one a bit sooner because of the delay so enjoy! I know this chapter was a bit heavy but if i'm honest, this is how i think i would react to something like this. Not everyone is as strong and unbreaking as MC, and life and love can be cruel, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Have a great day everyone!💕

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[parwatisingari]

The Dinner Table

It’s the month of gratitude, The group had decided to work on one area of their life each day. say a prayer a gratitude for different things in their lives. Today they were to identify the three people who made a difference in their lives and list 5 good things about them. well, that was actually quite easy she thought. She began with her list Right on top was her mother and okay what was that…

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Dinnertbl / Dinnertable

(Aka Dindin) {MASTERPOST HERE}

Based off the concept that all Sylvari go back to the tree, experiences, dreams, etc. So what happens, when a Sylvari is born with a strange name and a mysterious past...

Come with me while i attempt to write a weekly blurb on the ever evolving mystery that is the many many past lifetimes of Dinnertbl, what happened? why? and where did Dindin's first memory come from...?

As Dindin discovers himself, will you as well?

Only time will tell... [check in to see if ive completed the weekly chest! Upon completeion i will update the masterpost for Dindin, be sure to follow the tag #Dindin / #Dinnertbl to be sure you get updates!]

Challange topics

Beginning, Middle or end of life focus

Death recap or defining moment

One strong relationship [pet, person, spirit]

Ideals or bonds

Life... " 1 "

The first I recall.

A guardian, tall and strong made of oak or some hardwood...stained easy, grew moss well, but it was older, not as fresh or young as everyone called me, what was it...Sapling? Seedling? Valiant... so what am i then, this isnt right it dosnt feel right...

At least, the thought of supporting others keeps me going, i can support them through anything i thought i could do all this and more...and yet, i of all sylvari, an oak, a reliable firm wood, that once held the trays of food and spirits foe the pale tree herself, an odly...safe...familiar feeling, the peace, and stillness...of holding bevrages and food for others in complete and total silence...thats probly why i died to the green knight as soon as i posed a threat between him and Ides...

Final moments

Dindin: "im sorry Ides, i hope, you make a table out of me"

Ides: "what the fuck is wrong with you, i'll make five."

Rip incarnation 1 week 1 of Dinnertable

Chest: recived contained a cute lil bird, a rune remover thingy, a statue i think and aaaaaa wardrobe unlock for a jeweled trident! [Thanks Hermes!]

[scealaiscoite]

.☽༊˚ a hundred assorted prompts

¹⁾ raspberry lip gloss

²⁾ pajama bottoms

³⁾ a silver lighter

⁴⁾ fresh honey

⁵⁾ flushed cheeks

⁶⁾ a fogged-up mirror

⁷⁾ the imprint of a belt buckle on skin

⁸⁾ helium balloons

⁹⁾ a broken cocktail glass

¹⁰⁾ old playing cards

¹¹⁾ chipped green nail polish

¹²⁾ a brown leather wallet

¹³⁾ bullet holes in a wooden wall

¹⁴⁾ seashells lined up along the curve of a spine

¹⁵⁾ beaded curtains

¹⁶⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁷⁾ a carabiner heavy with keys

¹⁸⁾ fresh-cut orchids in a pottery vase

¹⁹⁾ vending machine cigarettes

²⁰⁾ an out of date map

²¹⁾ a creaky wooden gate

²²⁾ a minifridge stocked with budweiser and paracetamol

²³⁾ snapdragons growing between pavement slabs

²⁴⁾ smudged yellow eyeshadow

²⁵⁾ slept-in braids

²⁶⁾ library books that’ll never be returned

²⁷⁾ a pink-tiled shower

²⁸⁾ a honeybee on a linen shirtsleeve

²⁹⁾ burnt popcorn

³⁰⁾ watching an eclipse from bed

³¹⁾ a black lace bralette

³²⁾ a tattered patchwork quilt

³³⁾ blue raspberry bubblegum

³⁴⁾ a rusted fishing rod and a dried-up lake

³⁶⁾ the taste of whiskey on someone else’s lips

³⁷⁾ rose-scented candles burned down to the wick

³⁸⁾ crescent-shaped coffee stains on a wooden tabletop 

³⁹⁾ odd socks 

⁴⁰⁾ a loose thread on a jumper sleeve

⁴¹⁾ warm sheets on cold skin

⁴²⁾ amber-tinged perfume

⁴³⁾ gold jewelry 

⁴⁴⁾  a calloused palm against a soft cheek 

⁴⁵⁾ a busted headlight

⁴⁶⁾ sunrise from a jail cell

⁴⁷⁾ hand tattoos that weave around fingers

⁴⁸⁾ coconut shampoo

⁴⁹⁾ a doorbell sounding in the middle of the night

⁵⁰⁾ ladybugs crawling across a headstone

⁵¹⁾ grass stains on blue jeans

⁵²⁾ a loaded saddlebag

⁵³⁾ a dusty wine cellar

⁵⁴⁾ a bikini top draped over a bedpost

⁵⁵⁾ snow in july

⁵⁶⁾ dirt-red mountaintops

⁵⁷⁾ goosebumps in a heatwave

⁵⁸⁾ an empty dinnertable

⁵⁹⁾ a fresh manicure and bruised knuckles

⁶⁰⁾ zombie movies

⁶¹⁾ bitten lips

⁶²⁾ dark eyes full of tears

⁶³⁾ a soft cast in summertime

⁶⁴⁾ stale coffee in paper cups

⁶⁵⁾ frozen peaches on a black eye

⁶⁶⁾ acrid smoke

⁶⁷⁾ bound hands

⁶⁸⁾ animal tracks

⁶⁹⁾ unwound vhs tapes

⁷⁰⁾ cartoon plasters

⁷¹⁾ lipstick marks on shirt collars

⁷²⁾ silver bangles

⁷³⁾ sharing a coat in a downpour

⁷⁴⁾ fields with grass at waist-height

⁷⁵⁾ daisy chains up to your forearm

⁷⁶⁾ rolled-up shirtsleeves

⁷⁷⁾ the smell of bleach in a dark room

⁷⁸⁾ a shared sleeping bag

⁷⁹⁾ a new haircut

⁸⁰⁾ swimsuit tanlines

⁸¹⁾ perfume clinging to a pillow

⁸²⁾ lollipops dangling between lips

⁸³⁾ a badly-timed grin

⁸⁴⁾ old books

⁸⁵⁾ tongues stained from slushies

⁸⁶⁾ waking up in a hailstorm

⁸⁷⁾ dying sunflowers

⁸⁸⁾ colourful sunglasses

⁸⁹⁾ the last pew

⁹⁰⁾ tall, rattling windows in a storm

⁹¹⁾ six missed calls

⁹²⁾ sticks of incense burned down to the last

⁹³⁾ bunk beds

⁹⁴⁾ matching sets

⁹⁵⁾ ruined mascara

⁹⁶⁾ a boxing ring

⁹⁷⁾ stained glass windows

⁹⁸⁾ fairy forts

⁹⁹⁾ a cluttered bedside table

¹⁰⁰⁾ a hangover in the evening

[harperandhudson]

[stealingpotatoes]

the scene with vader at the dinnertable in bespin but it’s come dine with me. do you see the vision?

i don't even know what to add to this, it's already the greatest thing i've ever read. it's perfect. vader being nervous in the pre-dinner interviews even though he isn't cooking. leia would rate it a 0 even though that's not a score. han would give it a 6 or 7 even though he got tortured straight after. vader should recreate the whisk in mouth meme. vader should then kill someone bc they saw him putting the whisk in his mouth. its perfect

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

how they confess to you (pjo edition)

in one sentence

percy: someone outed him to you.

jason: he's planned out a romantic dinner, and unbeknownst to him piper blessed you guys with a little love magic, BUT leo set booby traps and pranks around the candelit dinnertable for funsies!

leo: he takes you flying on festus so he can get close enough to the sky to "catch you a star" (you nearly fall to your death).

frank: he shapeshifts into your favorite cuddly animal and delivers you a handwritten love letter (and depending on your response, he'll decide whether or not to shift back into himself).

luke: he thinks he's being slick and charming, but really he's a blushing mess.

ethan: you get the hint because you catch him staring at you sometimes, but he's dared to do it and he's not backing down from no dares.

nico: you wrestle a confession out of him because he couldn't be more obvious and you just want him to confess already.

will: with a bunch of flowers and a picnic overlooking the sunset, he's got it all planned out.

[fungateshortcakes]

Deadly Dinner (old!Logan x fem!reader)

Pairing: old man Logan × fem!mutant! Reader

Summary: A nice family invites you, your husband Logan, Charles and Laura to dinner at their farm. You have a lovely time, yet Logan insists on leaving despite being offered a place to sleep. Maybe you should have listened to him?

Wordcount: 5.1k

Genre: angst, heavy angst, little tiny bit of fluff, follows the plot of the movie (Logan 2017)

Warnings: english is not my first languange! first time posting on tumblr, blood, goore, wounds, violence, death, X24, guns, stabbing, one time use of (Y/N)

I've never uploaded to tumblr before, so I am still trying to figure things out. Let me know if you liked it!

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You knew Logan didn't really like sitting here at the dinnertable with this new family when he was supposed to sit in his car and get Laura to her destination - which he didn't believe to be real, but what other choice did he have?

For you, this felt..nice. It was like catching a long needed break, bringing back domestic moments like this even for just a little while. You had missed that in your marriage with Logan for a long time now. He was getting old, getting tired, shutting you off more often than not. And even if this was just play pretend - Laura being your little daughter, despite you knowing her for barely a week, and Charles being Logans father - for a second you allowed yourself to be fooled and enjoy this moment as it was.

"Oh she is adorable" Kathryn cooed as she watched Laura stuff her mouth full of food with her bare hands. You chuckled nervously and went to wipe her greasy fingers clean, to which she looked at you with a slight glare. You gave her a warning glance no one else could see and handed her cuttlery. You turned back to Kathryn with a forced smile. "Isn't she just? That cute little face makes up for all the manners she doesn't have" you elbowed softly into her side, she pouted and began to eat with her fork and knife, albeit unhappy with your decision.

Kathryn laughed, remembering how her teenage son Nate was at that age. "Don't be too dramatic, when Nate was that age, he was no different" she flashed her teeth while watching Laura eat her food in big bites as if she had been starving. "I miss when my big boy was still this little" she giggled and pinched her sons cheek, who groaned in annoyance.

"How did you cope with her going to kindergarden for the first time? Nate is going to college soon and I still can't manage seeing him all grown up" The woman swooned, turning her whole attention to Logan and you, completely neglecting her food. It also had been a good while for her that she got to talk to someone about this, she was eager for a conversation.

This was awkward. Logan and you never actually had children, nor did you two want any in the first place. Not to mention the fact that Laura was no ordinary child created by the love of two people, with a normal life and normal childhood. Your mouth remained open as you looked at her. You kicked Logan under the table and looked at him for help.

He cleared his throat. "Uhm...well. I'd say Laura had a harder time than us" he chuckled, the sound more of a rasp as he scratched his neck. You quickly clocked in. "Right, yeah. When we went to bring her in for her first day, Logan had to peel her off his leg because she didn't want us to go" you smiled and leaned against Logan, his eyes softening. "She cried the whole day until we picked her up again"

A warm feeling spread through Logans chest, dulling the every day ache for a short moment at the thought of what could have been. "Aww, sounds like someone really loves their mommy and daddy." Kathryn cooed to Laura. Laura couldn't care less about the words that were spoken and didn't really give the woman any reaction besides looking at her for a split second after she noticed someone talked to her. Kathryn was a bit...weirded out, to say the least. But it was good enough.

"Nate was the complete opposite" Will suddenly threw in, chewing his food soundly. "The second he hit the ground - he was off. Like he couldn't wait to get away from his mom" he lifted his fist to his mouth and coughed "not that I would blame him-" he muttered before his booming laugh echoed through the room after his wife had slapped his arm. "I'm kiddin" he snickered, holding his hands up in defense.

The whole table laughed, some forced, others genuine. Charles cleared his throat, pulling the attention to him. "In that matter, Laura is just like her father. Ever since Logan met (Y/n), he was stuck to her like glue. And it has been that way ever since"

The family ooe'd at you both, Logan huffing out a quiet laugh as he shrugged his shoulders in that 'what can I say' way, the crows feet near his eyes crinkling deeply.

You hadn't seen him like that in ages, the expression on his face coming as close to what someone would call joy as it could with the pain plaguing him every single minute of his time.

You rubbed his back, leaning your head on his broad shoulder that slumbed only a little under your actions. "Where did the two of you meet, hm?" Kathryn asked, eager to know more about your relationship. You grasped Logans hand under the table, for reassurance of course.

"Well my, my father ran a school for a lot of years. Right, Charles?"

Charles smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, yes it was...it was a kind of special needs school" he lied, Logan softly snorting at the choice of Charles words. "Uh-huh, that's a good description" you laughed at the sarcasm dripping from his voice. Of course Charles couldn't say what this 'school' truely was. But still.

"He was there" Charles started, pointing to Logan. "And she was, too"

Kathryn clasped her hands together. "Oh! So you are something like highschool sweethearts?" she assumed, smiling brightly at Logan and you. "I guess you could say that, yes" you answered and her smile only went wider at what she heard. She put a hand over her heart. "So true love does exist, how lovely"

For her, it sounded like Logan and you had been together ever since you were teenagers. To think that your love was still strong after all these years made her so incredibly happy for you two. Truth was, back at the mansion, you were well in your twenties when you met Logan. Not to mention that he was already over a hundred years old or so at the time. Besides that - you hated each other. Which didn't mean that what Charles said was wrong. Oh no. Logan followed you around everywhere. It annoyed you and he didn't even know why he did it. Turns out, he wanted to protect you ever since he laid eyes on you. Without reason. He just did. Keeping you safe was his priority.

It still was.

Not that you weren't fully cabable of handling any danger yourself. You were a beast in combat and could heal your own as well as other peoples wounds. And yet he felt a whole lot better if he was by your side and could keep an eye out. Just in case.

After you had waited for Laura to still her seemingly insatable hunger, Logan stood up from the table. "Well ma'am, I can't thank you enough for this. Uh, it was great. But we have a long drive ahead of us, so.." he trailed off, tapping Lauras shoulder so she would stand up. You frowned up at him but Kathryn spoke up before you could. "But you need to rest, don't you?" He lifted a hand dismissively "Yeah, we'll find a motel somewhere"

You and him locked eyes and you gently shook your head, he sighed. "The nearest one is two hours from here and it's not even that nice" Will argued and you raised your brows at Logan as if to say 'you seriously want to sleep in a murky hotel when we can stay here for the night?'

"We have a perfectly fine room upstairs for your father and your daughter. And you and your wife can sleep in the livingroom on the convertible" Kathryn reasoned even further as Logan pulled Laura up from her seat by the arm. He stopped to look at the woman. "Kathryn, it's very, very nice of you, but we really should go"

Logan turned, pulling Laura along but you stood up, blocking his way. "We can leave early in the morning. Break of dawn, as it were" Charles chimed in, looking intentively at Logan. "Listen to your father. Come on, just one night. I would agree with you if you'd let me drive once in a while instead. But you'd rather drop dead than let me behind the wheel." You muttered, looking deeply into his tired eyes, your hands gently roaming up and down his sides. "You need a break. Nothing will happen, okay?" The eyecontact in this moment was important to you, yet he huffed and looked away. You quickly catched his jaw, turning him back to you. "Okay?" you asked again.

You could see the wheels turning in his head, his eyes moving over your face with his internal fight. He sighed. "Okay" he whispered, kissing your forhead before stepping away. "Why don't we wash up, Pop?" Logan sighed, gripping the handle of Charles wheelchair, pushing him out of the dining area to a bathroom.

You smiled softly as Kathryn gave your daughter- well, Laura, a piece of cake for dessert and the little girl smiled softly for once. She was...just like Logan.

Turning to the big pile of dishes in the sink, you rolled up your sleves and began scrubbing at the dirty plates. You felt a presence behind you. "What are you doing?" Kathryn laughed in surprise as she watched you washing their dishes as if you were their cleaning lady. You knew the next words that would come out of her mouth would be something along the lines of 'you are our guest' and 'let me finish this up while you get comfortable with your husband'

You flashed a smile at her "You gave us a delicious meal and let us stay the night, this is the least I can do to show my gratitude and appreciation" and that quickly shut her up. She was thankful and you knew, that was all that mattered.

The clinking of cuttlery could be heard as you washed the forks and spoons thoroughly with a soap drenched sponge. It was a mindless activity for you, your hands only focused on getting every speck of left-over food off the steel and ceramic, you didn't even realise you were softly humming to yourself. Your mind was elsewhere. That's when you jumped as the water suddenly spurted all over the place, the pipes creaking dangerously. You quickly turned off the water flow before there was a loud "Ah, shit!" and the front door fell shut.

The next second Logan and Charles were out the bathroom. Will explained that the pump station that supplied them with water was a mile away and got itself shut off from time to time. From what Nate said, some douchbag men were the reason for it. No big deal, right? They still had a water tank that had been freshly filled by the heavy rain yesterday, which you used to complete washing the dishes. Yet, Kathryn wanted her husband to fix the problem right away and since he wasn't in the mood to argue with his wife in front of guests, he reluctantly gave in to go out to the fields.

"My son is happy to go with you" Charles chimed in, nodding over to Logan who looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "No, no, its fine" Will declined the offer. Partly because he clearly saw that Logan wasn't really keen on the idea and to Will, Logan looked rather tired, weary and- insustainable, not to say weak. If these assholes came, what kind of help would Logan even be? The last Will needed was to bring you back your husband, all beaten up or something.

Logan of course new better. Yes, he was weary, he was tired, but he's still got it. He'd manage, somehow. Logan threw a last glance at Charles before his shoulders slumbed a bit in defeat. "Allright, I'll go" he rasped and walked over to you. He put his warm, rugged hand on your shoulder, kissing your temple. "I'll be back in a moment, sweetheart. I will get Charles settled, you think you can handle Laura on your own?" there it was again, that slight  smirk that made his eyes crinkle. You smiled at his attempt at teasing you. If your hands wouldn’t have been sopping wet and the others weren't there, you would have certainly wrapped your arms around his neck. Instead, you bumped his side with your hip. "Look who's talking" you  teased back with a small grin. You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek- or as much as you could reach from it, which ended up being more beard than skin. "I will wait for you in the livingroom once I'm done until you get back. I love you"

Logan brought Charles up to the guestroom Kathryn had prepared and went out with Will shortly after. Before you knew, Laura had silently followed Nate up to his room. The house was quiet, even upstairs.

You hummed softly as all you could smell were the sweet soapy bubbles in the sink. You used a small bowl you filled with water from a tank under the sink cabinet to rinse off the dishsoap from the porcelan cups and wine glasses, scrubbing with a rough sponge to leave it shiny and spotless. It was a bit more tedious than if you had running water, but you enjoyed this domestic moment you had to yourself. The last few days had been draining and exhausting, keeping your stress levels high with every dangerous thing life had thrown at you.

You had hope that after all of this, after bringing Laura safe and sound to Eden, that maybe some things would return to normal, that it would get better. You just wanted your husband back. Not in the sense of him not being there anymore in the flesh- but he had been so emotionally absent from you for the past years. You loved him, and he loved you too. It was just hard to keep believing that. You always thought that you were something worth living for to him. You were well aware of the pain he went through every day, the reminders that were constantly thrown at him that he couldn't do things like he used to, the voice in his head only telling him to kill himself to get out of that misery. You had catched him more often than not playing with the adamantium bullet, sometimes even with a shotgun pressed under his chin. You'd rather not see that again- ever.

As you had finished every last piece and put it next to the sink, you searched for a cloth to rub the plates and cuttlery dry. One hand held the spoon while the other engulfed it with the rag, drying it in between every tooth.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong hands on your hips, the frizzy texture of a beard scratching the exposed skin of your neck. You hadn't heard how he came in. After the initial shock, you relaxed under your husbands hands and continued your task. "Are you back already? That was pretty quick. I hope these assholes didn't give you two too much trouble" you muttered absentmindedly as you changed out the dry dishes in your hand with still wet ones. "I saw Laura walking up the stairs, she is probably with Charles. Maybe you could check if she's asleep yet before we go to bed" you suggested but never heard and answer from Logan. Yet his grip stayed firmly on your hips. You figured he was just tired, too worn out to care.

His hands felt weirdly...cold. And stiff. Logans were usually warm and lose around your waist or shoulder. This felt different now that you thought about it. What happened out there?

"I'll meet you in the livingroom once I am done here, okay?" you asked then, still no answer. You could only feel his hands travel up from your hips to your waist, resting there. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" you asked him carefully. He smelled different. Like he just broke out of a medical institute, reeking like sanitized air. You grew a bit tense, and you thought he could feel that.

Finally, you decided to turn your head. "Logan-?" you asked, but before you could get the words out, six adamantium blades pierced through your torso, the tips poking out on either side. You choked out a pained yelp, your legs feeling weak. That man behind you, whoever or what he was- he lifted you up to have gravity pull you down more onto his claws. He enjoyed the gutteral cry you let out before he let his blades retract, your body falling onto the ground, your head hitting the kitchen tiles.

Blood gushed from the wounds on your waist, throbbing pain hammered against your skull. You couldn't pass out. If you passed out, you'd die. With short grunts filled with agony, you twisted your aching body to the side, your eyes glancing at the figure of a man, his footsteps thundering up the stairs. You whimpered out, but it was more of a breathless weeze. "No...No, Laura. Charles" you rasped quitely.

The world kept spinning in harsh circles. Don't pass out. Don't pass out. While you could heal, it was unlike Logans ability to do so. While wounds, cuts and bruises vanished the second he got them, or at least that's how it used to be, you had to touch the affected area with your fingers. The bigger the wound, the longer it would take for you to heal it. The bigger the wound, the more the healing process drained your energy. But you couldn't let him get to Laura and Charles. You wouldn't forgive yourself.

You jammed your fingers into the clean cut holes, wailing in pain, your body protesting against your actions as it coiled in on itself. You sobbed out as you tried to bundle your energy and concentrate it to your fingertips, the burning sensation of flesh, intenstines and muscles stitching themselves back together all over your torso.

Tears spilled out of your eyes as you wriggled around in pain on the floor like a worm that had been cut in half. You gasped deeply to fill your lungs with air, completely forgetting to continue to breathe from the amount of energy this took out of you. You tried to stand, tried to get up and save Laura and Charles. But your knees buckled underneath you and you fell back against the kitchen aisle.

With a heaving breath, you sat up to lean your back against the oven door, heart thumping against your ribcage after you heard cries and a gunshot from upstairs. Who was that guy? He had claws. Like Logan. This couldn't be, this wasn't your Logan, right? Right?

Speaking of which, your husband came stumbling into the house, only wearing his white tank, a look of panic etched on his face. As you saw him, you breathed a short sigh of relief. But it worried you even more. Because if the man that had stabbed you wasn't him- then who was he!?

Logans knees nearly buckled under him from the sight of you, your blood spilled onto the tiles, staining your shirt, smeared all over your hands and arms. He fell to his knees next to you, eyes roaming over your body. He saw the six hole shaped wounds on either side of your torso, his gut twisting nauseously as he pictured what happened.

His chest heaved, his strong arms slipping under your legs and back, lifting you up with a pained grunt. "It wasn’t me- oh god it wasn’t me" he rasped, but it sounded more like an reassurance to himself than to you. Because you knew that- he would never do that to you. He made you touch the wounds on your side with your hand, his fingers trembling as he did. "Heal yourself, c'mon please" he pleaded you, his heart squeezing deeply in his chest as he heard you whine in agony, your body too tired and weary to continue.

He brought you outside and laid you into the back of his pick up truck, pressing your hands to your torso tightly. You had broken out into a cold sweat, your gaze a bit blurry as you looked at him. You couldn't say a word, you had to heal yourself. And every breath, every exhale and mutter of our voice pushed you further away from your goal.

Logan brushed his shaking thumb firmly over your cheek, trying to soothe you. And himself. With one last longing look, he turned around to pick up Charles and Laura. But before he could open the door to the house, it was already opened and he was face to face with - himself?

The mans face and his were identical, but the stranger was youthful. No wrinkles, no scars, not a trace of grey in his buzzed hair or beard. Only a deep scowl on his face. Both held intense eyecontact but made no sign of movement. Not until Logans gaze fell downward after hearing a distressed shriek below him.

The man had Laura.

The stranger huffed through his nostrils as he shoved himself past Logan and began to stomp towards a row of armored cars, Laura struggling in the device he had put her in. "No...Laura" you croaked helplessly as you watched, your voice barely above a whisper.

You turned your aching body back to Logan, ready to beg him to save her - but he was already gone, running up the stairs to find Charles. Before you knew it, tears continued to spill out of your eyes and down your cheeks. Everything happened so fast, everything was so much all at once. You were no help, you couldn't fight.

You couldn't save your daughter.

You were on the brink of unconsciousness, your eyes falling shut every now and then as your skull throbbed with pain. You forced yourself to stay awake, forced yourself to listen to Lauras cries as a reminder what a failure you were. Logan was right, you should have left after dinner.

You saw as another three set of cars drove onto the farm, a group of men getting out and standing in the mans way. They talked to him and he lowered Laura onto the ground. You breathed a sigh of short relief, hissing as finally one wound closed up completely on both sides. Five more to go...

A pained grunt threw you out of your haze. It was Logan, with Charles in his arms. Stumbling, he brought him over to you and only then did you see the three wounds on his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his weak body was laid next to you. "I can heal him" you rasped but Logan knew better. Charles wouldn’t make it, despite the amount of energy you would put into healing him. And the last thing Logan needed was both of you dying without him being able to do anything about it. He swatted your hand away with a hurt look. He had made a decision.

Logan and you leaned over Charles, your tear falling onto his cheek right after he took his last breath. "No..." you whispered shakily, looking up to Logan, his jaw working tightly as he blinked, as if the weight of the moment had settled within him.

An explosion went off behind you, bringing your attention to the man that had Laura. He had killed the group of farmer assholes and was now distracted by the noise and fire. That's when Logan took off.

",Logan, no!" you shrieked in sheer panic, your voice raw, as Logan threw himself at his doppelganger, stabbing him into his neck. He buried his claws into him over and over, grunting as he did. But that bastard healed instantly, just like he did once. The doppelganger roared and flipped Logan over himself, smashing him down against the ground by his claws.

You heard blood splatter, wood cracking, the cutting of blades and the screams of your husband as he was pierced by blades mercilessly, his body growing tired.

You couldn't bear to look as the man rammed his blades through Logans armpit and out of the top of his shoulder. You started hyperventilating as all you could do was listen to your husband getting killed. You cried, desperately pushing your fingertips into your wounds and getting a hold of yourself again. You had lost so much blood, it was hard to know what was up and what was down.

Another wound closed up, and another. You couldn't feel your legs as you growled out, putting the last bit of energy into healing yourself so you could help Logan. Or at least get Laura to safety.

A car crashed into Logans doppelganger, pushing him into the exposed sharp ends of a destroyed tractor piece, trapping him there. He grunted, growling animalistically, struggling to get free. Will slowly got out of the car, a shotgun pointed to the man he had just hit with his car. Frustrated and angry, he shot him three times, the third time taking his eye out of it's socket before he finally quieted down.

Stumbling, Will turned around to face Logan, the real one out of the two. Wills gaze graced over Logans withered and battled body, the way the crimson blood soaked his white tank, dripping down his arms, face and hands. It was everywhere.

Both men panted as they looked at each other, Logan struggling to stand up as his knees kept buckling underneath him. Will grunted and lifted his shotgun, pointing it at Logan with shaking hands. Logan watched, swallowing thickly before he let his head hang, eyes closing and ready for it to end.

"No! No, don't shoot him" you gasped, suddenly standing in front of Logan defensively, holding up your hand to show that you were unarmed. "It wasn’t him, please" you pleaded, but for what? That he wouldn’t shoot just because you said it wasn’t Logans fault? That wouldn’t bring his family back. So what use did it have?

You took a shaky breath. "I know that you are angry, that you are hurt. And you have every right to be" you said to him, trying to find a change in Wills expression, but there was none.

"If you need to shoot someone...shoot me" you uttered. Logans eyes widened and he hoped he had heard you wrong. "No" he slurred, a hint of desperation in his voice as he pushed himself to stand up. You paid him no mind.

"If you need to let your anger out on someone, use me. But don't hurt my husband. He won't survive a bullet. Please" you begged him. Your heart was pounding in your throat, your sides were still aching, but not bleeding anymore. Were you scared? Of course you were. Scared of death, scared of losing the love of your life, scared to leave him and Laura alone...scared to be left alone with a kid that was so smiliar to him.

Despite your pleading, Will pulled the trigger. You jumped at the sound but were pretty much still alive. His gun was empty. And he was dead. With a loud thump, the man fell to the ground, unmoving.

Both you and Logan sighed with a hint of relief. You turned to him, the sight of him all beaten up like a knife to the heart. You made him sit down on the ground, leaning him against the wheel of a tractor. He was protesting, trying to stand up. "My god, Logan, stop fussing! You can’t walk, goddamnit!" you yelled at him, which shut him up. He wasn't mad at you for raising your voice. He knew you were stressed and worried about him. You didn't mean to shout at him. He grunted as you lifted up his shirt, exposing a fleshy wound. "Sh, sh, it's all going to be okay" you breathed, fingers penetrating the wounds. He groaned out and you cooed at him, tears rolling down your face. "I'm so sorry. I'm going to heal you as best as I can, then we are going to get Laura and get out of here, drive somewhere safe, okay?" You whispered to him, watching his face contort in pain as his flesh sewed itself back together.

Logan huffed as he saw that your own wounds hadn't finished healing yet, either. He graced them softly with his hand. "Your waist.." he croaked but you shushed him. "Don't worry about me. I'll manage. But you won't on your own" you answered, already feeling a headache forming as your energy was drained, flowing into repairing your husband so he wasn't on the brink of passing out anymore.

Once the biggest wounds were somewhat closed up, Logan had already healed some surface cuts into scars himself. You kissed his forhead before helping him up, his 300lbs body leaning on you for balance.

You slotted him into the passanger seat of the pick up truck before jogging up to Laura, scooping the shrieking girl into your arms. You opened the drivers door and pushed Laura over to Logan before getting behind the wheel yourself and shutting the door. Laura yelled as she saw the dead body of Charles in the back of the truck, Logan had to hold her down into her seat as you drove off.

"What do you think you are doing?" Logan coughes roughly, you could practically hear the frown in his voice. He was displeased with you driving the car, he didn't want you to get involved into a car accident. He also wanted you to rest, this was a lot today. "Do you seriously want to start this now?" you growled at him. This was not the time to argue about mundane stuff like this.

He didn't say another word after that and you sighed deeply. "I want you to rest, okay? Just this one time, let me drive" you mumbled, tired of fighting with him. The air in the car was thick, but the car only went quiet after Logan had freed Laura from her restraints.

You drove in silence, your grip tense on the steering wheel. You felt a hand on your thigh. Logan softly squeezed the meat of your thigh, a way of him saying sorry. To show that you accepted his apology, because why should you be angry at him for long?, you put your hand over his.

You looked at him for a moment. "I love you." he said. And you were glad that after today, after everything, you were still able to hear him say that.