Meme for My Under-Represented Pairings

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So... I just put up my Completed Fanfics Index and noticed I have some under-represented pairings.

Accepting any prompts for the following:

X-Men: Evolution
Kitty/Piotr

X-Men Movieverse
Charles/Emma: "Dysfunction"
Gambit/Storm
Hank/Raven (yes, I'm working on a multi-part, but it's not done)
Logan/Storm: "Empty Spaces"
Bobby/Pyro/Rogue


If there's something else I don't write a lot (or at all) and you want to see (pref. in a fandom on the list), feel free to prompt for it. Images, music, quotes, whatever. I'll write a drabble or commentfic.

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Dysfunction [1/3]

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Title: Dysfunction
Summary: I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you. They never could play by the rules. Charles/Emma

lack of empathy, understanding, and sensitivity towards certain family members, while expressing extreme empathy towards others

They met in England. Emma Frost was visiting her relatives and presiding as guest of honor. Charles Xavier was quite comfortably entertaining (boring) one of her snobbish cousins, who was under the mistaken impression that he was wealthier than a Xavier. Emma rolled her eyes and went to extract this brilliant student—...and the way that this gene leads to viable mutations is...—for some more intelligent conversation with an equal. (Of course, she was his equal.)

The erstwhile cousin (Robert, was it?) skittered across the floor with her well-applied shove, her mind reached out to comb through the student's thoughts, and then Emma and Charles were staring at each other, blinking in shock.

You're a telepath.

Their expressions turned wary; mind circled mind, seeking for a flaw. But underneath his caution, Emma could almost taste the bright flame of optimism and hope licking at her diamond shields.

She reached out to probe deeper. His blue eyes widened. He did not have her cold hardness to seal her out, and she felt a sharp spike of satisfaction at discovering her advantage.

She smiled and held out her hand. "Emma Frost."

"Xavier." He reached out hesitantly, then clasped her hand firmly, eyes narrowed and dove headlong into her.

The rough strength he had available surprised her. In the space of a handshake, Charles knew about her sister Ariadne and Emma knew about his sister Raven. He knew her father petted her head like she was merely a fine, well-trained beast. She knew his mother kissed his cheek if he stayed out of the way like a good young man. He knew she was more special than just a telepath and more intelligent than just a wealthy young lady. She knew he more tender-hearted than a real mother with her own young and more genius than he felt safe to let on.

"You're rather heartless, you know," he finally said, withdrawing his hand and cocking his head.

Emma laughed. "Not to you," she said.