Mprov fic number 4
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deathpixieWell, three, really, but they're all pretty short drabble-ish ones. For [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] who asked for the following:
Fandom: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Prompts: kitten, nickel, vulture.
Rating: G
"Go away, you vulture, this is my sandwich," Kitty told the pigeon in no uncertain terms. The pigeon in question ignored her admonishment, cooing and picking hopefully at the ground by her feet. "Jamie made this sandwich especially for me and I'm going to eat every bite."
"I think Jamie would be pleased to hear that, Kitten. Although I don't think the pigeon quite believes you." Ororo sounded amused. "May I join you?"
"Of course!" Kitty smiled and shifted slightly across the bench to give the older woman room. In the spring sunlight, Ororo's hair shone as bright as a brand new nickel. "And Mr. Rat-With_wings here can make as many pigeon pouty faces as he like. My sandwich." Kitty took an emphatic bite to punctuate the statement. The pigeon gave her a dirty look and flew away in a clatter of wings.
Ororo laughed and the action smoothed away the air of tiredness too many of the staff had. It had been a long winter. "I believe that establishes you place in the natural order of things," she observed.
"Well above pigeons? I should hope so." Kitty snorted a little and finished her sandwich. It was a very good one, but then again, Jamie's sandwiches usually were.
***
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Prompts: insane, happy, liberty.
Rating: G.
Takes place after the ending of X1.
"That was insane."
"It worked, didn't it?"
"It was still incredibly risky. What is something had gone wrong? I could have..."
"But you didn't. We're X-Men Scott. We take risks. It's what we do.. This one paid off."
"But..."
"No buts. You should be happy. Magneto's going to jail and Liberty is still safe. With minimal structural damage, even."
"No thanks to Logan."
"Scott..."
"You're right, that was unfair. How's he doing?"
"Still unconscious. But the signs are good. He'll come back to us when he's ready."
"Mmf. At least if will mean Rogue will stop demanding beer and cigars and calling me a dick."
"I think it's cute."
"You would."
"Mmm."
"Jean?"
"Mmm?"
"How did you calculate the angle like that? I thought..."
"You were the only one who had special spacial sense? Phbbt. How do you think I beat you at pool?"
"Those low-cut blouses you wear when we play?"
"..."
"Ow! No poking!"
"Just you wait until the next time we go to Harry's Mr.Summers. No. Mercy. Whatsoever."
"I can't wait."
***
Fandom: X-Men: Comicverse - Joss Whedon's Astonishing X-Men, to be precise.
Prompts: shower, mud, dammit.
Rating: G.
Spring in Westchester. The trees were fuzzy with soft green, the skies were freshly washed blue and the lawn was valiantly struggling out of the churned mud left by a combination of winter and a school full of active adolescents. Birds were twittering, bees were humming in the daffodils, a young couple were making out in the hayloft... All was right in the world.
Until...
ZARK!!
"Dammit Logan! You can't leave well enough alone, can you?"
"Losin' your edge there, Cyke. That blast only sent me through two walls. Barely a tickle."
"Always the macho shit with you, isn't it? You want me to cut loose? Fine. I can level mountains with this thing. Next blast takes your smug head right off."
"You wanna dance, Slim?" SNICKT. "Let's dance."
*
"They at it again?"
"Apparently. You'd think they'd be tired of it by now."
"Nah, it's like elk or something. Maybe moose. Dominance issues. They're fighting to establish who gets the herd."
"And who says romance is dead?"
Kitty smothered a giggle and glanced over at the blond woman standing by the rail, hair glinting in the sun. They were on the back porch, watching the two men throw each other around. Emma projected an air of detached amusement , and something.... else? Kitty frowned. No matter what Emma Frost said or did, Kitty would always see her as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, the enemy, but she had to admit to some grudgingly growing respect. Take her response to Scott and Logan's bickering, for example. The Emma in Kitty's head would be encouraging this, but in reality? Emma seemed almost concerned. For the sake of the children at the school, predominantly. Certainly she'd verbally flayed the pair of them the last time.
Men were stupid.
"Aren't you worried about what the students will think of this?" Kitty asked curiously, when no Reaming Part II ensued. "What about what you said last time?"
"Last time I had hopes reason would prevail and the pair of them would have the sense not to brawl in front of impressionable young minds. By now it's a waste of breath and my comestician has told me frowning is back for my complexion." Emma shrugged elegantly. "We'll pass it off as a training exercise. None of them will believe it if they have any intelligence, but it will do them good to see how stupid people can be."
"Especially when a woman's involved?" Kitty asked slyly. Emma seemed to expect it.
"Particularly then."
The fight seemed to be drawing to a conclusion, Logan's healing factor occupied with healing the contusions and fractures Scott's blasts were causing and slowing him down just enough for Scott's reflexes to save him from being gutted. As if by mutual unspoken agreement they stopped using their powers (for which the landscapers would be grateful) and opted instead to start pummelling each other in true schoolyard fashion. Rolling through the mud grappling and punching at each other, their momentum finally fetched them up against the back steps.
"Do you two need a room?"
The question was spoken by both women, who glanced at each other with startled expressions before bursting into giggles. Scott and Logan looked up at the giggling pair, then each other.
"Shower?"
"Shower."
Fandom: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Prompts: kitten, nickel, vulture.
Rating: G
"Go away, you vulture, this is my sandwich," Kitty told the pigeon in no uncertain terms. The pigeon in question ignored her admonishment, cooing and picking hopefully at the ground by her feet. "Jamie made this sandwich especially for me and I'm going to eat every bite."
"I think Jamie would be pleased to hear that, Kitten. Although I don't think the pigeon quite believes you." Ororo sounded amused. "May I join you?"
"Of course!" Kitty smiled and shifted slightly across the bench to give the older woman room. In the spring sunlight, Ororo's hair shone as bright as a brand new nickel. "And Mr. Rat-With_wings here can make as many pigeon pouty faces as he like. My sandwich." Kitty took an emphatic bite to punctuate the statement. The pigeon gave her a dirty look and flew away in a clatter of wings.
Ororo laughed and the action smoothed away the air of tiredness too many of the staff had. It had been a long winter. "I believe that establishes you place in the natural order of things," she observed.
"Well above pigeons? I should hope so." Kitty snorted a little and finished her sandwich. It was a very good one, but then again, Jamie's sandwiches usually were.
***
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Prompts: insane, happy, liberty.
Rating: G.
Takes place after the ending of X1.
"That was insane."
"It worked, didn't it?"
"It was still incredibly risky. What is something had gone wrong? I could have..."
"But you didn't. We're X-Men Scott. We take risks. It's what we do.. This one paid off."
"But..."
"No buts. You should be happy. Magneto's going to jail and Liberty is still safe. With minimal structural damage, even."
"No thanks to Logan."
"Scott..."
"You're right, that was unfair. How's he doing?"
"Still unconscious. But the signs are good. He'll come back to us when he's ready."
"Mmf. At least if will mean Rogue will stop demanding beer and cigars and calling me a dick."
"I think it's cute."
"You would."
"Mmm."
"Jean?"
"Mmm?"
"How did you calculate the angle like that? I thought..."
"You were the only one who had special spacial sense? Phbbt. How do you think I beat you at pool?"
"Those low-cut blouses you wear when we play?"
"..."
"Ow! No poking!"
"Just you wait until the next time we go to Harry's Mr.Summers. No. Mercy. Whatsoever."
"I can't wait."
***
Fandom: X-Men: Comicverse - Joss Whedon's Astonishing X-Men, to be precise.
Prompts: shower, mud, dammit.
Rating: G.
Spring in Westchester. The trees were fuzzy with soft green, the skies were freshly washed blue and the lawn was valiantly struggling out of the churned mud left by a combination of winter and a school full of active adolescents. Birds were twittering, bees were humming in the daffodils, a young couple were making out in the hayloft... All was right in the world.
Until...
ZARK!!
"Dammit Logan! You can't leave well enough alone, can you?"
"Losin' your edge there, Cyke. That blast only sent me through two walls. Barely a tickle."
"Always the macho shit with you, isn't it? You want me to cut loose? Fine. I can level mountains with this thing. Next blast takes your smug head right off."
"You wanna dance, Slim?" SNICKT. "Let's dance."
*
"They at it again?"
"Apparently. You'd think they'd be tired of it by now."
"Nah, it's like elk or something. Maybe moose. Dominance issues. They're fighting to establish who gets the herd."
"And who says romance is dead?"
Kitty smothered a giggle and glanced over at the blond woman standing by the rail, hair glinting in the sun. They were on the back porch, watching the two men throw each other around. Emma projected an air of detached amusement , and something.... else? Kitty frowned. No matter what Emma Frost said or did, Kitty would always see her as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, the enemy, but she had to admit to some grudgingly growing respect. Take her response to Scott and Logan's bickering, for example. The Emma in Kitty's head would be encouraging this, but in reality? Emma seemed almost concerned. For the sake of the children at the school, predominantly. Certainly she'd verbally flayed the pair of them the last time.
Men were stupid.
"Aren't you worried about what the students will think of this?" Kitty asked curiously, when no Reaming Part II ensued. "What about what you said last time?"
"Last time I had hopes reason would prevail and the pair of them would have the sense not to brawl in front of impressionable young minds. By now it's a waste of breath and my comestician has told me frowning is back for my complexion." Emma shrugged elegantly. "We'll pass it off as a training exercise. None of them will believe it if they have any intelligence, but it will do them good to see how stupid people can be."
"Especially when a woman's involved?" Kitty asked slyly. Emma seemed to expect it.
"Particularly then."
The fight seemed to be drawing to a conclusion, Logan's healing factor occupied with healing the contusions and fractures Scott's blasts were causing and slowing him down just enough for Scott's reflexes to save him from being gutted. As if by mutual unspoken agreement they stopped using their powers (for which the landscapers would be grateful) and opted instead to start pummelling each other in true schoolyard fashion. Rolling through the mud grappling and punching at each other, their momentum finally fetched them up against the back steps.
"Do you two need a room?"
The question was spoken by both women, who glanced at each other with startled expressions before bursting into giggles. Scott and Logan looked up at the giggling pair, then each other.
"Shower?"
"Shower."
