On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[hateandfury]

Logan coughed up half a lungful of sea water. He rolled over onto his side with a groan and cracked his eyes open. He'd been expecting to have been washed up on a beach... or... or anything but this. Atlantis. Perfect.

"Hey," Yelling wasn't a good idea and he was cut off by another round of hacking as he gasped for breath. "Hey! Big Mouth Billy Bass, I'd like to be returned to land now. Rescue appreciated, but I'd like to leave," He called out, mostly just assuming his rude message would make its way to Namor.