this is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues
PROCRASTINATION TIEMZ.
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-> Lather, rinse, repeat.
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Let's have a commentfic promptfest! :D
RULES:
-> Post prompts. (POST ALL THE PROMPTS. YOU ARE NOT SPAMMING EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU ARE.)
-> Fill prompts. (See above parentheses.)
-> Lather, rinse, repeat.
ETA: For ease of access, it would be great if you could mark fills in the subject line :)
FILL LIST:
( here )
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“You’re the worst,” Raven tells her during training one day.
Emma smiles, ice cold, eyes burning bright and says, deep into Raven’s mind, You don’t know anything.
She’s tired- tired of fighting with a lost little girl and dealing with the shadow of Charles Xavier and feeling like she’s the only thing keeping this team together. They aren't in a submarine anymore but Emma still feels like they're sinking.
Mystique storms off, shouts “Fuck you,” on the way out.
Emma’s left alone in the training room, pantsuit too tight and no one to fight with.
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There’s a kitchen late at night, martini in her hand and Erik’s thoughts creep up on her slowly.
Pretty soon he’s right behind her, hand hovering over her bare shoulder and she thinks make a move into his head. His hand is kind of warm and she almost leans into it.
Magneto says, “Do you know how magnificent you are?” in a low voice that means too much. “Your powers are so fascinating,” he growls. Emma knows he’s not really talking about her. She doesn’t think she cares, honestly.
When they kiss there’s nothing beautiful about it. Emma tries to claim his mouth as hers, teeth clinking and lip biting and this is the kind of love that will bruise. She snakes a hand into his hair and pulls him down lower, pulls him closer, feels every inch of him against her and slips a hand into his pants.
He lifts her, legs tied around his waist, and when she grasps the pots and pans hanging from the oven cover as leverage Erik wraps the handles tightly around her wrist.
It’s loud and uncomfortable and when they finish, Erik standing in between Emma’s legs with his hands on her thighs and his head ducked, Emma clears her throat for him to untie her. The pots and pans release her without Erik ever looking up; she slips down and off the counter and neither of them say anything.
Her wrists are black and blue for two weeks; Mystique glares for twice as long. Emma doesn’t care.
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Erik kisses her at night, in the dark, and in the day she goes diamond and watches the sun glint off of her, brilliant and beautiful. Raven hates her and Riptide respects her and Azazel cares more than he should.
She goes diamond and the world quiets. It’s enough, for now.
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