Then add any (or all) of the following 1) an image 2) a quote (but not in the same fandom) 3) Your battle cry4) a recipe (cocktails included
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Every time he left, he knew he'd be back. Never knew when but Xavier's always pulled at everyone like elasticised apron strings or a good high. Not even the Guild had such a hold. Remy rolled his suitcase in-- damn shoulder couldn't take a duffel no more. He'd expected a smaller welcoming committee. He hadn't expected just one person. And not her.
"Rogue."
"Always that tone of surprise." She twisted her bare fingers around each other.
Jaime and Kara entered their house (thank you, student housing), moving like zombies. Silently, they tucked the baby back in her crib. The diaper bag slumped, forgotten, at the foot of the bed.
"I'll take the couch," said Jaime.
Kara might have nodded but she was in foetal position in the bed and it was hard to tell.
"Have I mentioned how sorry I am?"
Kara moaned.
"I'm really sorry."
"You just HAD to call Lois 'Gramma!'"
"I didn't know she'd strip! Besides, YOUR cousin was the one who jumped her!"
Rogue, D'Ancanto movieverse (because I'm stupidly in love with this verse right now)
Marie dove between the gangsters, using their surprise and her momentum to trip one. While the others stared, she punched up. Groin contact. The next gangster crumpled, whining. She crunched the third gangster's leg with her baton then used his bent form to slam her booted hell on the last gangster's chin. She kept on swinging, knocking the first gangster back down.
"Impressive, Cadet D'Ancanto. If we were in Hollywood." Her instructor tapped her forehead. Marie flinched. "Wake. Up. You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it. Someone show me how it's done in the real world."
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Battle cry: I bring annihilation and cheap beer!
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The Metropolis Sharks contingent cheered. The Gotham Knight fans (Lois mentally spat) booed.
"Down with that sort of thing!" Bart yelled.
Lois hip-bumped him back down on his chair. "Put up or shut up, Allen!"
"Don't make me bring up Superbowl XIII."
"Honey, we just refinished the floor, remember?" said Clark restraining Lois. She used him as leverage to kick at Bart. He ran behind Bruce.
Lois bared her teeth and sawed a line at her neck.
"Mommy!" Bart peeped.
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Awesome.
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"Rogue."
"Always that tone of surprise." She twisted her bare fingers around each other.
"I expect the unexpected 'round you."
"You shouldn't. Not with the end game."
His heart stuttered.
"Help you with the suitcase?"
"Fuck the suitcase."
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Jaime and Kara entered their house (thank you, student housing), moving like zombies. Silently, they tucked the baby back in her crib. The diaper bag slumped, forgotten, at the foot of the bed.
"I'll take the couch," said Jaime.
Kara might have nodded but she was in foetal position in the bed and it was hard to tell.
"Have I mentioned how sorry I am?"
Kara moaned.
"I'm really sorry."
"You just HAD to call Lois 'Gramma!'"
"I didn't know she'd strip! Besides, YOUR cousin was the one who jumped her!"
They both shuddered.
"Let's never speak of this again."
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"Those three words...are said too much...they're not enough"
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Remy put a hand over his heart. "I love you, chere."
Rogue wagged her finger. "Those three words ain't enough, sugar. I heard them too many times."
He groaned, falling dramatically out of the lounge chair and rolling to her feet. He kissed her sandals.
"Stop that. Logan's gonna see."
"Don't care."
"He'll kill you."
"It'd be worth it."
Fighting a smile, she side-stepped his kisses. "I'm just here to sunbathe, Lebeau, NOT add to your spank bank."
"But if I happen to be around…"
Rogue shed her robe. "Then snap on gloves and help me with the sun screen."
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Hee, Remy! *loves*
Thank you! =D
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b. Rogue or Storm or Wolverine or Pyro please
2. Please see icon - from Divergent, the book by Veronica Roth, so outside of fandom.
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Marie dove between the gangsters, using their surprise and her momentum to trip one. While the others stared, she punched up. Groin contact. The next gangster crumpled, whining. She crunched the third gangster's leg with her baton then used his bent form to slam her booted hell on the last gangster's chin. She kept on swinging, knocking the first gangster back down.
"Impressive, Cadet D'Ancanto. If we were in Hollywood." Her instructor tapped her forehead. Marie flinched. "Wake. Up. You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it. Someone show me how it's done in the real world."
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Love this! Especially that twist there! =)
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