Requests Answered - Round 3
Title: Untitled III
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Dean
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. Supernatural belongs to Kripke.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drabble requests fulfilled.
Placement: Anywhere you want, baby.
Spoilers/Warnings: NONE!
A/N: Will be added to as each request gets fulfilled, hence the lack of summaries. First request answered this round is for feeferj.
Requests Round 1 | Requests Round 2
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Rogue and Dean on a Hunt... with touching and secrets.
“You sure about this, sugar? I don’t see anythin’ but a whole load of trees.”
Dean turned to regard Rogue, giving her his most reassuring smile. “Sweetheart, please. I’m a professional. I think I know how to track one of these things.”
She arched an eyebrow, tucking her white streaks behind her ears. “Yeah, but we’ve been followin’ it for days through populated areas, and now all of a sudden it gets a jones to see the great outdoors?” She snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sure you ain’t tryin’ to lure me into some trap so you can take advantage of a poor, scared mutant girl?”
He stopped, and turned to slip an arm around her covered waist, holding her so she couldn’t escape. His fingers grazed the soft skin of her cheek, the corner of his mouth kicking up as she started to blush.
The count had reached three seconds in her head, and for a moment she was ready to believe he’d be safe. Then Dean grunted, and she watched the veins begin to pulse under his skin, clawing at the flesh like they wanted to escape. She pushed him away, saving him from any lasting damage.
“You alright?”
She grunted, the heel of her palm pressed to her forehead. “Me? What about you, you idiot? You don’t just touch me like that and-” She clamped her mouth shut, a particular memory of his floating to the surface. She stared at him, disgust on her face. “You didn’t!”
He frowned, taking a deep breath. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done that not many would wanna own up to, sweetheart.”
Rogue shook her head, backing away from him. “You sang along to the Spice Girls in a karaoke bar!”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Dean
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. Supernatural belongs to Kripke.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drabble requests fulfilled.
Placement: Anywhere you want, baby.
Spoilers/Warnings: NONE!
A/N: Will be added to as each request gets fulfilled, hence the lack of summaries. First request answered this round is for feeferj.
Requests Round 1 | Requests Round 2
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Rogue and Dean on a Hunt... with touching and secrets.
“You sure about this, sugar? I don’t see anythin’ but a whole load of trees.”
Dean turned to regard Rogue, giving her his most reassuring smile. “Sweetheart, please. I’m a professional. I think I know how to track one of these things.”
She arched an eyebrow, tucking her white streaks behind her ears. “Yeah, but we’ve been followin’ it for days through populated areas, and now all of a sudden it gets a jones to see the great outdoors?” She snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sure you ain’t tryin’ to lure me into some trap so you can take advantage of a poor, scared mutant girl?”
He stopped, and turned to slip an arm around her covered waist, holding her so she couldn’t escape. His fingers grazed the soft skin of her cheek, the corner of his mouth kicking up as she started to blush.
The count had reached three seconds in her head, and for a moment she was ready to believe he’d be safe. Then Dean grunted, and she watched the veins begin to pulse under his skin, clawing at the flesh like they wanted to escape. She pushed him away, saving him from any lasting damage.
“You alright?”
She grunted, the heel of her palm pressed to her forehead. “Me? What about you, you idiot? You don’t just touch me like that and-” She clamped her mouth shut, a particular memory of his floating to the surface. She stared at him, disgust on her face. “You didn’t!”
He frowned, taking a deep breath. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done that not many would wanna own up to, sweetheart.”
Rogue shook her head, backing away from him. “You sang along to the Spice Girls in a karaoke bar!”
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