This is actually what I do in my free time.
And it actually has a back dear Lord.
Sleep | A Supernatural!Jogan Drabble
Logan struggles for breath, lowering himself onto shaking elbows before they give out so as not to crush Julian. For a moment he lowers his head onto Julian’s chest, enjoying the way he pants beneath him, and then he places one hand on the side of Julian’s face, cradling his cheek, before bringing up the other one to swipe the sweaty hair off his forehead.
It’s Me | A Supernatural!Jogan Drabble
“Please. Just leave me alone.”
The man steps forward hesitantly, trying to find the contours of a face hidden by hair.
“I – ”
“Look. I don’t know what you are. And I don’t really care.”
The man puts out a hand. “Jules – ”
“Don’t call me that.”
Ember | A Jogan Drabble
Julian loves the sight of glowing embers.
He’d say it’s because it reminds him of simpler times, but that’s bullshit and everyone knows it.
Truth is, these are the simplest times he’s ever known. Wake up, school, get high and/or booze and/or sex, sleep, repeat. It’s automatic.
Which is why he loves embers so much. Not to cause them with his own cigarette butt, but to see them. Light and die, light and die. It’s a smooth balm to a wretched heart like his. Light and die, light and die.
Repeat.
My Back to the Wind | A Jogan Fic
A little story I wrote based off of this prompt:
Logan has a curse/disability where he can’t hear someone’s voice until it’s familiar to him, and it slowly fades into his hearing, so he can only hear people who’ve taken the effort to talk to him a lot. And Julian does.
Prompted by capitolmoof. :)
Lotus | A Jogan Drabble
I wrote Jogan for Kara because she was good and did her homework. <3
Not baby-penguin proof.
The Memory of Trees | A Jogan Fic
Title: The Memory of Trees
Author: Margaret/WhatWasOnceSilver/whatwasoncesilver
Rating: T
Word Count: 7,026
Pairing: Julian Larson and Logan Wright from CP Coulter’s Dalton
Summary: It’s been two years since they’ve graduated from Dalton, and two years since Logan broke up with the boy he never fell out of love with. Future!Jogan
Warnings: Slash, future!fic, swearing, implied sex
Author’s Note: This was supposed to be short x_X *headdesk*. I blame Logan.
The air is thick with humidity, a strange North American summer in the midst of nowhere.
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