Drabbles and a Double Drabble for 1 Million Words
Prompted by this post at 1-million-words
Breeze (Original, Felise)
There were plus sides to dangerous gifts that could get you killed. Felise lay back on the soft summer grass on the side of a hillside on the perfect day and let herself reach out with her mind to push gently on the air currents.
Just a soft, natural-seeming breeze. It was natural. She was natural, and Felise refused to believe otherwise, no matter who would gladly kill her simply because she could control the air.
With a sigh, she let all her frustrations breathe out into the wind of her own making, to blow away over the summer hills.
Laundry Day (X-Men Movieverse)
Laundry day at Mutant High (as Xavier's Institute was so fondly called by its 'gifted youngsters') would have been an organized if intense affair had they implemented anything close to resembling Scott's plan for each dorm room's use of the washers and dryers. But Scott wasn't there and Hank was, and laundry day was sheer and absolute chaos.
Kurt teleported his loads to and from the washer. Pietro whizzed by and claimed an open washer seconds before John could put his clothes in it. (Jubilee zapped him whenever he tried to do it to her.)
Rogue went ungloved in a tank top and barefoot in shorts as she sashayed easily through the parting sea of students with her laundry hamper. It would have worked too, but Kitty phased her load right through her and the washer door.
"You call this organized?" Logan asked Hank, ignoring the current verbal spat between the girls.
Hank merely shook out his newspaper comfortably. "First come, first served. Besides, they are practicing the use of their powers."
Logan looked back at Rogue tackling a squealing Kitty a moment before the smaller girl managed to phase. He sighed, shook his head, shrugged. "If you say so."
One Color (X-Men Movieverse, Jean/Scott)
"Hey, Red."
Jean smiled as she rolled over, waited a moment for Scott to finish clambering beneath the blankets, then curled up against him. "Hey," she said softly.
She had the most vivid eyes and a darker, richer hue to her lips. He leaned down and kissed them before resting his head against hers and running one hand through the deeper color of her hair.
He studied the strands for a long moment, frowning. "You dyed it."
"Mm-hmm." She hummed her agreement, then added, "It's still red."
Red lips, red hair. Her gift to him, to never wonder.
"It's beautiful."
Prompts from this post on 1-million-words:
Filling Spaces (616, Natasha + Liho)
Liho dropped gently onto Natasha's chest and meowed softly.
Natasha woke instantly but only stiffened as she took in that it was the cat who had wakened her. She gingerly scooped him up with one hand and admonished him as she sat up. "You shouldn't wake me like that, Liho. I could hurt you."
The cat stared at her balefully and mewed a flat protest.
Natasha smiled and set him on her lap.
He kneaded it a few times and curled up, purring.
It was comfortable warmth, something her life had been missing for what felt like a long time.
Bubble Bath (616, Kate + Lucky)
Was it too much to ask for twenty minutes to enjoy a relaxing bubble bath after saving the world? Clint didn't keep his place any better than the average bachelor, but he had a nice deep tub, and Kate loved commandeering it when he'd let her.
She frowned when she heard toenails and whining, then the door creaking, then-
"No, Lucky!"
The dog jumped in the bath with her, woofed happily, and wagged water and suds over everything. She couldn't even yell at Clint to come get his dog.
Twenty minutes to soak blissfully. That's all she asked.
"Thanks, universe," she muttered.
Breeze (Original, Felise)
There were plus sides to dangerous gifts that could get you killed. Felise lay back on the soft summer grass on the side of a hillside on the perfect day and let herself reach out with her mind to push gently on the air currents.
Just a soft, natural-seeming breeze. It was natural. She was natural, and Felise refused to believe otherwise, no matter who would gladly kill her simply because she could control the air.
With a sigh, she let all her frustrations breathe out into the wind of her own making, to blow away over the summer hills.
Laundry Day (X-Men Movieverse)
Laundry day at Mutant High (as Xavier's Institute was so fondly called by its 'gifted youngsters') would have been an organized if intense affair had they implemented anything close to resembling Scott's plan for each dorm room's use of the washers and dryers. But Scott wasn't there and Hank was, and laundry day was sheer and absolute chaos.
Kurt teleported his loads to and from the washer. Pietro whizzed by and claimed an open washer seconds before John could put his clothes in it. (Jubilee zapped him whenever he tried to do it to her.)
Rogue went ungloved in a tank top and barefoot in shorts as she sashayed easily through the parting sea of students with her laundry hamper. It would have worked too, but Kitty phased her load right through her and the washer door.
"You call this organized?" Logan asked Hank, ignoring the current verbal spat between the girls.
Hank merely shook out his newspaper comfortably. "First come, first served. Besides, they are practicing the use of their powers."
Logan looked back at Rogue tackling a squealing Kitty a moment before the smaller girl managed to phase. He sighed, shook his head, shrugged. "If you say so."
One Color (X-Men Movieverse, Jean/Scott)
"Hey, Red."
Jean smiled as she rolled over, waited a moment for Scott to finish clambering beneath the blankets, then curled up against him. "Hey," she said softly.
She had the most vivid eyes and a darker, richer hue to her lips. He leaned down and kissed them before resting his head against hers and running one hand through the deeper color of her hair.
He studied the strands for a long moment, frowning. "You dyed it."
"Mm-hmm." She hummed her agreement, then added, "It's still red."
Red lips, red hair. Her gift to him, to never wonder.
"It's beautiful."
Prompts from this post on 1-million-words:
Filling Spaces (616, Natasha + Liho)
Liho dropped gently onto Natasha's chest and meowed softly.
Natasha woke instantly but only stiffened as she took in that it was the cat who had wakened her. She gingerly scooped him up with one hand and admonished him as she sat up. "You shouldn't wake me like that, Liho. I could hurt you."
The cat stared at her balefully and mewed a flat protest.
Natasha smiled and set him on her lap.
He kneaded it a few times and curled up, purring.
It was comfortable warmth, something her life had been missing for what felt like a long time.
Bubble Bath (616, Kate + Lucky)
Was it too much to ask for twenty minutes to enjoy a relaxing bubble bath after saving the world? Clint didn't keep his place any better than the average bachelor, but he had a nice deep tub, and Kate loved commandeering it when he'd let her.
She frowned when she heard toenails and whining, then the door creaking, then-
"No, Lucky!"
The dog jumped in the bath with her, woofed happily, and wagged water and suds over everything. She couldn't even yell at Clint to come get his dog.
Twenty minutes to soak blissfully. That's all she asked.
"Thanks, universe," she muttered.