Meme for My Under-Represented Pairings
Sep. 27th, 2011 03:08 pmSo... 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.
Accepting any prompts for the following:
X-Men: Evolution
Kitty/Piotr
X-Men Movieverse
Gambit/Storm
Hank/Raven (yes, I'm working on a multi-part, but it's not done)
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.
Dysfunction [2/3]
Date: 2011-09-27 10:15 pm (UTC)She did not want him telling Raven about her, and at least that was one rule he honored. The others...not so much.
"Some people like to sleep," Emma would grouse aloud when he woke her in the middle of the night with a psychology question he should have known the answer to.
Well, some people aren't psychotic enough to know, he would quip back when he was feeling particularly antsy.
He had been fighting with Raven again. Emma mulled that over, along with his question.
It would be easier to rewrite the behavior than retrain it.
She could feel his mental eye-roll. I'm sure my professor will perfectly understand how I could do that.
Emma sniffed. You read her mind, didn't you? she demanded.
A long pause. Excuse me?
Her mind. Raven's. Emma's eyes narrowed. For someone who can't get off your high-horse about ethics, you certainly don't have many.
Charles sniffed. So says the woman who walks in my mind whenever she feels like it.
Is it my fault you have terrible mental shielding?
Is it my fault I'm not cold as a diamond? Charles retorted.
Emma might have steamed over that one, but her anger was not hot, but rather cold as ice. At least I don't pretend to follow someone else's rules of right and wrong.
I have asked and asked you, Emma, not to invade my mind whenever my shields are weak, he replied in his best "infinitely patient" tone.
Emma raised a mental brow. And I have asked to be allowed to sleep. She turned to diamond and shut him out.