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Tiny Fires by The Last European (R)
Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: Wolverine/Jubilee
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thelasteuropean
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
So, I wasn’t going to recommend any Jubilee stories this time since that’s pretty much all I did in February. This one is so good though that I just have to. This author has become one of my favorite writers in the fandom. I wish we could recommend WIPs because the novel The Last European has been posting is a really fun grocery store read. Oh well. Her shorter fics tend to not be so fun. She writes stories that are totally gross and totally realistic at the same time. The squick level in this particular one is kind of off the charts. The characters are written in a way that they’re both sympathetic and totally hateful at the same time. It’s not a way I like thinking of Wolverine or Jubilee.
Tiny Fires isn’t a fun story. It’s not a story that I had a good time reading. It’s really, really well written though and definitely worthwhile.
Blending into the shadows, Logan watches them. He wonders what she looks like to this kid. In black terrycloth shorts, a pink stretch tank top and flip-flops, he thinks she must look like any other pretty teenager. In the motel’s dirty orange lights, the kid can’t see her scars--where the nails drove through, where the battles left her beaten, where madmen plied her with pain and deceit. In the pale light of the normal New Mexico night, the kid can’t see her as she really is.
He is just a kid, after all.
But he smells like man. Smells like a young buck, all haunches and antlers and sharp ambition. The scent pushes against Logan like it wants to make him unsteady. Like it wants to challenge the old man. Call the old man out and fight him until he’s dead or running. Here’s your pink slip, old man. It’s time to retire, old man. It’s past your time, old man. It’s time to give up what was yours.
The blades tremble beneath the skin. They want to pick up the gauntlet that the kid doesn’t even know he has thrown. Logan won’t be put to the hills just yet. Not by this one. Too weak. Too young. It’s coming, though. Not this time. Not next time. But soon. Someday soon, he’ll lose. He’ll lose and she’ll be gone.
Tiny Fires by The Last European
Pairing: Wolverine/Jubilee
Author on LJ:
thelasteuropeanAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
So, I wasn’t going to recommend any Jubilee stories this time since that’s pretty much all I did in February. This one is so good though that I just have to. This author has become one of my favorite writers in the fandom. I wish we could recommend WIPs because the novel The Last European has been posting is a really fun grocery store read. Oh well. Her shorter fics tend to not be so fun. She writes stories that are totally gross and totally realistic at the same time. The squick level in this particular one is kind of off the charts. The characters are written in a way that they’re both sympathetic and totally hateful at the same time. It’s not a way I like thinking of Wolverine or Jubilee.
Tiny Fires isn’t a fun story. It’s not a story that I had a good time reading. It’s really, really well written though and definitely worthwhile.
Blending into the shadows, Logan watches them. He wonders what she looks like to this kid. In black terrycloth shorts, a pink stretch tank top and flip-flops, he thinks she must look like any other pretty teenager. In the motel’s dirty orange lights, the kid can’t see her scars--where the nails drove through, where the battles left her beaten, where madmen plied her with pain and deceit. In the pale light of the normal New Mexico night, the kid can’t see her as she really is.
He is just a kid, after all.
But he smells like man. Smells like a young buck, all haunches and antlers and sharp ambition. The scent pushes against Logan like it wants to make him unsteady. Like it wants to challenge the old man. Call the old man out and fight him until he’s dead or running. Here’s your pink slip, old man. It’s time to retire, old man. It’s past your time, old man. It’s time to give up what was yours.
The blades tremble beneath the skin. They want to pick up the gauntlet that the kid doesn’t even know he has thrown. Logan won’t be put to the hills just yet. Not by this one. Too weak. Too young. It’s coming, though. Not this time. Not next time. But soon. Someday soon, he’ll lose. He’ll lose and she’ll be gone.
Tiny Fires by The Last European
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Yes, I too am waiting for the next HtHHtM fix. But I can quit anytime...
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I look for a new chapter of HtHHtM practically every day. :( Totally obsessed.