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    He doesn’t know how long they’ve been fighting, how long he’s been steadily ignoring his heat sinking in, when Wade suddenly pauses mid punch, cocks his head, and opens his stupid idiot mouth to say,

    “Oh sweet baby J, are you in heat?”

    “Fuck,” Logan hisses out, because yes, he officially is and he hates it.

    “Taking that as a yes, holy shit, holy shit, did our fighting just trigger your heat? Oh baby you are one nasty little omega.”

    “Someone finally figured out how to kill me and this is hell isn’t it?” Logan says with a groan, miserable already.

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    Logan goes into heat in the Honda Odyssey and proceeds to get gentle topped into oblivion

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    Onscreen, the interviewer gave a blinding smile and then said, “Mr. Dowling, since I have the privilege of being the first to interview you, I get to ask— what inspired you to write your novel?” 

    “I had a bit of an odd childhood,” Warlock said slowly, his head tilted slightly.  “While I was living here I had a nanny who took care of me for a few years, and she… inspired a bit about Ms. Cassandra in my novel.  Likewise, inspiration for Mr. Felix came from my family’s gardener when I was a kid.”  His lips twitched into a tiny, fond smile.  “They were a bit of an odd pair, Nanny Ash and Brother Francis, but they had a pretty big impact on me.  I guess you could say a little of the novel was inspired by what I wish my childhood could have been like— just a bit special and fantastical.” 

    The TV screen went black, and Crowley looked down at his fingers, frozen in a snap.  He had miracled the news off without even realizing. 

    Crowley leaned back against the couch and then ran a hand over his face.  “Bloody fucking hell,” he whispered.  

    [Warlock writes a book, and reunites with some old friends]

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    Disconnected fics of star wars poetry.

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