#haphephobxa

[littlemissclarice]

"You should make me breakfast in bed. Because you love me." [ Soulmate!AU]

"I think I can manage that. Give me five more minutes to wake up properly, and I'll get you your food."

[acertainfemininemystique]

"Frozen"

Our characters were ice skating on a lake that froze over, the ice under my muses feet broke and they fell in and now have hypothermia. Send me "Frozen" for my characters reaction to yours sliding into bed with them to warm them.

Raven was still shivering if just slightlywhen her daughter softly slid beside herinto the bed.

                    " You dont- don't have to do this... you                       know." She was aware she wasn't Anne-                       Marie's favorite person in the world

[clintbxrton-a]

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Thank you so much darling! You're really too kind!

[notweaponx-blog]

haphephobxa

"If you're gonna hang around, that's fine, but don't expect me t'change the channel. This idiot talkin' 'bout aliens is the funniest damn thing I've seen in a long time."

[tonyandhisbots-archive]

haphephobxa

It's a situation he often feels he has no expertise in -- the dealing of the mutants, the ones some would call a threat, others call the ones superior. So naturally, of course, what did the majority do to the minority? Try to control them, make attempts at ensuring that even with the 'biological' disadvantage, they still came out holding the bigger sticks. It's a way of looking at the world, at thinking, and at surviving and adapting that Tony understands. 

He gets people, he gets survival, hell, he feels the shift in beliefs and  ideas for heroes. But still, for a futurist like him, that still feels like nothing.

"You're right, I have no idea, so, enlighten me."

[littlemissclarice]

Soulmate AU / for haphephobxa

@haphephobxa

What kind of name was Rogue, Clarice had thought when Mr. Creed had first explained the meaning of the black word on her wrist. The two of them were still running on their own in the wastelands at that time, without the nicknames of the Xmen to explain why someone might have such a strange name. Clarice had met her world’s Rogue later that year, but had also seen the black lettering that spelled out Magneto on her arm, and learned that she didn’t like being called by her nickname. Clarice never showed her marked to Marie; wore a simple bandage around her wrist and let the others think that she didn’t want to find her soulmate. Clarice had given up on finding someone long before the Time Broker pulled her out of her world and made her an Exile, and gave hardly a single thought to the idea that someone in another universe might have her name on their skin. It was years after the lose of her world had sealed the fact that she wouldn’t have a soulmate that Clarice found herself standing in the lobby of Xavier’s School for Mutants, wondering if coming here had been a terrible idea and at the very least, she should have bought a bracelet to cover up her wrist because there was the girl with the distinctive white streak in her hair whose name also happened to be written in big bold letters on the arm Clarice had just stretched forward in greeting.

[sneakymystique]

Rogue, I am Your Father

A small cafe, Natchez State Park, Mississipi

The sandwich bar isn't busy at this time of day, a few elderly tourists sitting around drinking their afternoon coffee the sole clientèle of the small state park visitor centre which looked like it would soon close due to poor patronage. But there was someone inside who did not belong, a young woman with a white streak in her hair sitting on her own, although she was not nearly as alone as she might think.

The old fashioned bell on the door tinkled as someone entirely different stepped into the bar. Blonde and six foot tall with the face and body of a supermodel and the cheap clothing of someone who engaged in a much older profession. The brown leather jacket she wore was done up, but there was no hiding the fact that her false blue snakeskin skirt was extremely short and far too tight to be called decent and the cheap jewellery completed a look that screamed 'hooker'. The woman also happened to be incredibly gorgeous, the young barista drooling to the point that she had to click her fingers to get him to pay attention and serve her, yes she was getting stares, but this woman couldn't care less what a few humans thought of her.

Seeing the disgusted looks that the elderly tourists gave her, the woman looked around for another seat and 'happened' to spot the young woman sitting on her own with an empty seat next to her. Heels clicking against the floor, the newcomer made her way over.

"Hi, mind if I sit with you?" The blonde smiled widely, already moving to sit down with or without permission.your main-verse?,