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[aquatickingarthur]

Hello, Valentine || Arthur & Jean

It hadn't been all that long since Arthur had even arrived at the Novus Academy, yet somehow he was pulled into this blind date program that the school had going. He wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea for him to be doing this so soon, but what was done was done. When he discovered the girl who would be his date, it didn't seem like it was the worst thing in the world. He had a feeling that he may have been one of the luckier ones. At least he was paired up with a friendly, gorgeous girl who was very easy to talk to. He had only had one other encounter with Jean, but it was a pleasant one when he first arrived. It was relieving that the girl was not an absolute stranger.

He had already planned out what they were going to do on this date. He was already prepared. Arthur had found out from a staff member which room was Jean's and he slipped a note under her door. The note explained where he wanted her to meet him (which was on the beach), and that it'd be nice if she brought the two of them lunch, considering he wasn't much of a cook. Arthur made sure to keep his identity secret, so that she'd have a complete surprise when she arrived later on.

After that was done, he made his way down to the beach himself. He then placed a blanket down on the sand where he sat, looking out at the ocean as he awaited her arrival. It was Valentine's day, and he was hoping that he could make it a pleasant one for Jean. He most certainly did not want to let her down. The day was going to be nice, for both of them, even if they only spent it as friends.

[savagescholar]

Red and Blue | Jean and Hank

Months had passed since the conflict between Jean Grey and Betsy Braddock in the Danger Room that had resulted in Phoenix leaving the very school that bared her name. They had been some of the worst months of Hank McCoy’s life thus far. On the outside, he may have appeared content, but there was a great deal of turmoil within the mutant scientist. He had remained busy in order to keep his mind off of his best friend’s absence. It tore him up inside to see one of the founding members of the X-Men driven away from the team and even more so to have Jean torn away from him so soon after getting her back. It was somewhat selfish, Hank knew, but he missed her. The blue apeman made up his mind to track down Jean and make amends. Even if she would not return to the X-Men, he wanted things to be right between them again. Cassie had mentioned in passing during their time working together over the summer that Jean had been staying with her. That was a good starting place to look for his old friend. It took nearly a month for Henry to work up the courage to approach Cassie’s apartment door and knock. His large hand ever so gently collided with wood and shortly thereafter he was greeted by the familiar form of a petite blonde young woman. Beast cleared his throat and spoke: “Felicitations to you, Ms. Lang. I was hoping I would be able to converse with your cohabitant and our mutual friend, Jean Grey. Is she presently within the confines of your shared residence?” Cassie shook her head and proceeded to inform the tall man before her that Jean was out running some errands. Hank thanked the young heroine and bid her adieu. Even with a new heading in mind, the doctor paced the hall for several minutes, debating whether to simply wait at the apartment for Jean to return or to actively pursue her. Finally Hank sucked in a deep breath of air, let out a heavy sigh, and set out in the direction Stature had given him. In the next few hours, he searched the numerous stores that had been listed off by the Pym particle-powered heroine. Employees of some of the establishments appeared put off by the azure acrobat frantically rushing about their place of business, but did and said nothing, except for their customary offer in finding an item to purchase. “No, I am afraid not. I apologize, but I have no interest forthwith in the exchange of legal tender for material goods,” he would say each time. However, the mutant hero had no luck. Feeling emotionally drained and deeply saddened, Hank crouched on a park bench close to the last shop he had visited. He had all but given up when his sharp olfactory sense detected a distinctive scent. It was like a warm, crackling fire and crisp apples all rolled into one. Beast bounded from the bench and bounced off a nearby tree, following the trail. Brilliant tresses of long red hair moved slowly through a crowd, bogged down by various shopping bags full of groceries or clothing items. The blue man pushed his way past people, apologizing to them as he went. Reaching out he could have touched her. There she was: Jean! Without even realizing it, he must have called out her name. Or it may have been his psychic presence she had felt, because Phoenix turned around to face him. Henry stood there, waiting, watching his friend for any further reaction. Usually so verbose, words failed him at that moment.

[hannahfromhr]

Based off my earlier concept that 616 Jean is dumped back on Earth by the Phoenix and is pissed at her younger self, Hope, Emma, the Phoenix Five. But bestie Storm is on hand with a kristaferanka outfit with a kevinwada twist to show she’s still HBIC

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[mynameisamora]

Jean/Amora - Bonnie & Clyde.

From her vantage point (the upstairs balcony looking out over the room), the blond surveyed the crowd while tapping a heeled shoe in time to the sultry tones of the singer crooning into the microphone - thinking fleetingly how few knew her face, and even less were afforded the luxury of knowing her name; though, she concluded somewhat begrudgingly, it was how she preferred it, especially when already entangled in the web of kleptomania associated with the constant need to take what wasn’t hers.

Both her, and her partner, were as sleek as panthers - as though their movements were crafted from the darkest sins, meant to be concealed and carried out with precision - four guns between them (two of which they, admittedly, had stolen) concealed in the garters that rested against their thighs while the only warning signal they afforded patrons with was the crimson colour that they lined their lips with; it connoted danger.

Amora’s lips twisted into an amused smirk as emerald orbs found the striking red of Jean’s hair - noting the manner in which her companion seemed utterly bored by the male that was attempting to converse with her - lifting her glass in silent confirmation that she had found the safe that they had been casing the place in hopes of finding; the gesture itself whispering -

Let the games begin.

[scott-the-red-blog]

Learn to Fly with Scott, Cassie, Taryn, April, Jean, Laura, Bruce, Remy, Wanda

It was an early morning, but Scott was always awake by 6, ready by 7, and could even fit a morning jog and breakfast in the mansion somewhere between 7 and 8 before the staff kitchen was flooded with people. Today, however, his class on flying started a 9. On a Saturday, no less, and it was something he was actually quite eager about, though his trepidation for flying was something he hid from everyone due to the plane crash he experienced all those years ago. But, besides that, waiting for he fellow friends, mutants, heroes, and other alike was exciting upon itself. He was ready to teach a willing class about the very basics of the Blackbird, and even take a spin about New York. He led his group to the blackbird in the very large under basement of the mansion and prepared the stairs to climb aboard the plane. "Don't touch anything." He said repeatedly, gesturing for everyone to get inside. "And sit in a seat you'll be comfortable in while we take off."

[disactivated-dashingaesir-blog]

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Send me ‘¤’ and I’ll put my music on shuffle and write a drabble based on that song.

Midgard has found peace now, it seems.

He has more days sitting in the sun, reading a book in good company now. Before he would have fought, stolen, and ran through the woods - which he had found was the charm of Midgard. It had been so wild, just like him.

He is currently reading a love story, something which seems a favorite topic, because nearly everything that had been a quick read, enjoyable for the sunny afternoon, had involved romance and love and the perfect ending.

So far he has had more fun conversing with Lady Jean than reading the story unfold inbetween the setences.

Which is perfectly okay to him.

[mynameisamora]

I Might Just Tear You Apart | Jean & Amora

From the outside, with the door shut firmly in place, her abode was merely another piece of the Manhattan skyline; another building among the clouds. Whilst it was her house - as much as it was the others - it was not her home. The views were of the cityscape, of the soft cotton tufts that were gently embedded in the soft blue blanket that was the sky and of the waves below that gently lapped against the concrete of the harbour; insidious in the action of gradually eroding the supposed indestructible material. Admittedly there was perhaps some sense that the Asgardian was suffering from a desire to return to her birthplace, though, in truth, she was unsure how welcome she would be to return and whether she truly wished to return..

The Enchantress stood against the railing which surrounded her abode in the form of an extended balcony, elbows resting lightly against the cool metal, slender fingers wrapped around a snow white mug as emerald eyes watched the ground below like a queen over her domain. Echoes of vacant thoughts resounded within the confines of her mind. their heeled shoes resonating against the archives of her mind though lost amongst the vast space, pawing at the edge of her mind as though passively demanding her attention though not important enough to assert their need for acknowledgement. The goddess, since establishing herself in her new residency had been using her telepathy as a means of selecting certain psionic energies from the vast sea and reading their state without disturbing the person whom they belonged to.

That had, at least, been the original plan. Chest rising and falling in an even pattern as her telepathy moved through the city with a certainty that didn't befit it while roaming through the unfamiliar territory, the sorceress found it difficult to maintain her first mantra once her power alerted her to something different. It was a rarity for the Enchantress to find herself surprised (or thrown by an unexpected hap stance) though she could tell that this was not a mere mortal that she had found. A burst of colour that called her attention that was situated at the centre of a dull canvas; a bright flame, a burning ruby red.

<<Who ->> Amora found herself asking, a telepathic message that fled from her in a smooth wave that rolled from her form, <<- are you?>>

[bannerandthebeast]

jeannie-grey started following you

"You... look a little lost. Can I help you with something?"