Two X-Men Drabbles
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Scents
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Scott/Emma with hints of Sean/Emma and Scott/Jean
Rating: G/K
Summary: Emma remembers, and Scott knows.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Vocabulary Word Fic Prompts 008: Halycon and FFFC S150: Drabble Madness
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She catches sight of an apple. It's such a simple thing, being slipped from one student to another. Yet it snatches Emma's mind back to years ago and a much simpler time. Of course, in that actual halcyon, she had not seen how blessed she was. She had only seen that she seemed to have been given an impossible feat: save the world, work for a peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants which she's never truly believed capable of happening, and sculpt young, innocent mutant minds into preparing and building that future.
Of course, there had also been putting up with that intolerable Irish man. Emma wraps her arms unconsciously around herself, feeling a cold wind rising. She still misses that infuriating, handsome man even after all these decades. For just a moment, she can smell his pipe smoke again. But then she turns away. She turns away from the past and all the ghosts therein and, blinking, looks instead to the husband she has chosen for herself, the one man whom she knows can guarantee her spot among the X-Men. She may not believe that Charles' realistic possibility, but she will always do everything she can to fight for young mutants who have no one else to fight just for them, much like herself even longer ago.
She clears her throat as he looks questioningly at her. The man could read her like a book even if they didn't share a telepathic bond. "What's wrong?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing," she lies as perfectly as she always has. "I was just wondering, have you ever thought about trying a pipe?"
Scott quirks an eyebrow at her. He's tempted to ask if she's ever considered dying her hair red, but she seems so nonchalant although she's hurting. "We can try."
The End
Title: Collaring Their Men
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Bobby/Hank, Jubilee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bobby has something for Hank. Hank doesn't want it.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Vocabulary Word Fic Prompts 007: Eschew and FFFC S150: Drabble Madness
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Get that ghastly thing away from me, Robert!"
"But, Hank, you said you itch! You can't help it, baby." Bobby reaches for his boyfriend's furry shoulder, but Hank bounds away.
"I detest those things, Robert! Get away from me!"
"But it's pretty!" Bobby says, holding up the round piece of amber. "Look, it makes a pretty bracelet! I'll wear one too, and we'll be matching!" He slides it onto his own wrist, but the fact that he's willing to wear the same article does little to appease Henry.
Growling, he spits disdainfully, "I eschew such things, Robert! I am not an animal, any more than you are a popsicle!"
Bobby's wide grin takes him by surprise. "I could show you how much of a popsicle, and an animal, I can be!" He winks and laughs.
"Not while you are wearing that! Get that wretched thing away from me!"
Jubilee rounds the corner on her roller blades. She slides to a stop in the middle of her mail call, her pink bubblegum splattering across her face. Her blue eyes dart quickly between the lovers. "What's wrong? I'd say it looks like the cat's out of the bag but -- "
"Get that blasted flea collar away from me, Robert!"
Hank bounds down the hallway, leaving Jubilation alone with Bobby. She looks at the collar he's holding. With its little, crystalline balls and amber flowing through the collar, it could make a neat bracelet. She knows just the person to try it on. "Hey, I need one of those!"
"For who?" Bobby frowns in doubt.
"Wolveroonie."
He doesn't hesitate to give her the one he's holding. He'll have to find a way to nestle the one on wrist into Henry's back fur when he least expects it. "Your funeral, kiddo." He rushes after Hank.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Scott/Emma with hints of Sean/Emma and Scott/Jean
Rating: G/K
Summary: Emma remembers, and Scott knows.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Vocabulary Word Fic Prompts 008: Halycon and FFFC S150: Drabble Madness
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She catches sight of an apple. It's such a simple thing, being slipped from one student to another. Yet it snatches Emma's mind back to years ago and a much simpler time. Of course, in that actual halcyon, she had not seen how blessed she was. She had only seen that she seemed to have been given an impossible feat: save the world, work for a peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants which she's never truly believed capable of happening, and sculpt young, innocent mutant minds into preparing and building that future.
Of course, there had also been putting up with that intolerable Irish man. Emma wraps her arms unconsciously around herself, feeling a cold wind rising. She still misses that infuriating, handsome man even after all these decades. For just a moment, she can smell his pipe smoke again. But then she turns away. She turns away from the past and all the ghosts therein and, blinking, looks instead to the husband she has chosen for herself, the one man whom she knows can guarantee her spot among the X-Men. She may not believe that Charles' realistic possibility, but she will always do everything she can to fight for young mutants who have no one else to fight just for them, much like herself even longer ago.
She clears her throat as he looks questioningly at her. The man could read her like a book even if they didn't share a telepathic bond. "What's wrong?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing," she lies as perfectly as she always has. "I was just wondering, have you ever thought about trying a pipe?"
Scott quirks an eyebrow at her. He's tempted to ask if she's ever considered dying her hair red, but she seems so nonchalant although she's hurting. "We can try."
The End
Title: Collaring Their Men
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Bobby/Hank, Jubilee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bobby has something for Hank. Hank doesn't want it.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Vocabulary Word Fic Prompts 007: Eschew and FFFC S150: Drabble Madness
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Get that ghastly thing away from me, Robert!"
"But, Hank, you said you itch! You can't help it, baby." Bobby reaches for his boyfriend's furry shoulder, but Hank bounds away.
"I detest those things, Robert! Get away from me!"
"But it's pretty!" Bobby says, holding up the round piece of amber. "Look, it makes a pretty bracelet! I'll wear one too, and we'll be matching!" He slides it onto his own wrist, but the fact that he's willing to wear the same article does little to appease Henry.
Growling, he spits disdainfully, "I eschew such things, Robert! I am not an animal, any more than you are a popsicle!"
Bobby's wide grin takes him by surprise. "I could show you how much of a popsicle, and an animal, I can be!" He winks and laughs.
"Not while you are wearing that! Get that wretched thing away from me!"
Jubilee rounds the corner on her roller blades. She slides to a stop in the middle of her mail call, her pink bubblegum splattering across her face. Her blue eyes dart quickly between the lovers. "What's wrong? I'd say it looks like the cat's out of the bag but -- "
"Get that blasted flea collar away from me, Robert!"
Hank bounds down the hallway, leaving Jubilation alone with Bobby. She looks at the collar he's holding. With its little, crystalline balls and amber flowing through the collar, it could make a neat bracelet. She knows just the person to try it on. "Hey, I need one of those!"
"For who?" Bobby frowns in doubt.
"Wolveroonie."
He doesn't hesitate to give her the one he's holding. He'll have to find a way to nestle the one on wrist into Henry's back fur when he least expects it. "Your funeral, kiddo." He rushes after Hank.
The End
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