Stardust

Beyond Fighting
by Eiluned

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Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: Lupin and Tonks have a very serious chat. OotP spoilers. 438 words. Title and sentence challenge from belladonnalin.

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Sirius was dead. It was still a hard thing to accept, even though Remus knew it to be true. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a cruel god would give a man back his life only to take it from him again so quickly. Perhaps that was why he stopped believing in a god a long time ago.

The Order had held a small service for Sirius in the old House of Black, and no more than twenty people had attended: everyone who had known the truth about Sirius. Dumbledore spoke and tears flowed freely from those who were apt to cry.

Remus sat in the basement kitchen, warming his hands around a mug of tea, listening to the hushed sounds of the Order moving about. He missed his dear friend, even more so now than when Sirius was taken to Azkaban. Back then, he’d thought Sirius to be a turncoat, a betrayer. Not now.

A crash, a mumbled curse, and a sniffle startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Tonks righting an overturned chair. “Sorry, Remus, I didn’t know you were in here,” she said, and he could see that her eyes were red. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“No, sit,” he said, suddenly and inexplicably craving company. “Please. Would you like some tea?”

Tonks settled onto the bench across from him. “No, thanks,” she replied.

They sat there quietly for a long moment, until Tonks sniffled again. “I can’t believe he’s gone,” she said. “I mean, he was cranky and all, but he really was a good guy. I’m going to miss him.”

Remus sighed heavily. “I will, too, Tonks.”

She looked at him very seriously, a rare look for Nymphadora Tonks. “I think I’m beginning to understand what it was like back then,” she said, “when You-Know-Who was in power. It goes beyond fighting. It’s death, lots of death, and I can’t help wondering if it’s worth it. Why fight when so many of us are going to die anyway?”

Remus closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the early days of the Order. “Because we have a choice, you know? We can see what we’ve seen and face it, admit that the world isn’t as pretty as we want it to be … or we can hide,” he answered gently. “What kind of choice is that?”

Tonks’s eyes filled with tears, and Remus reached across the table for her hand, intending to apologize. She shook her head, though, squeezing his fingers. “No, you’re right on,” she said. “I just can’t help being scared.”

Remus smiled. “I understand completely.”

“If you’d stop wiggling, I wouldn’t have this problem.” & “You look damn good in that dress.”
by Eiluned

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Archive: Please ask first.

Summary: A couple of 50 word ficlets.

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(Ultimate Logan/Jean)

“If you’d stop wiggling, I wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Wiggling? You mean like this?”

Logan’s eyes rolled back in his head when she rubbed her tight little ass against his groin.

“Do that again, Jeannie, and you’re gonna get it.”

Smiling mischievously over her shoulder at him, she slowly and deliberately did it again.

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(Ultimate Bobby)

“You look damn good in that dress.”

A chorus of snickers met Bobby’s entrance into the den. He swallowed his pride and launched into “I’m A Little Teapot”.

Everyone was howling with laughter by the time he got to, “tip me over and pour me out.”

“Bite me,” he said. “I’m not playing Truth or Dare with you guys again.”

Torn at the Seams
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 June 2001

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Disclaimer: Not mine. But if they were, Wolvie would walk around in tight cut-off jeans all the time. 689 words.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Hot weather, ripped shorts, and telekinesis.

Warnings: Some sexy talk. :)

Notes: Response to Rockycat’s swimwear challenge in the Cage. ::grin:: Huge thanks to Alex for the shorts idea and the beta. Here’s to tight cut-offs. ;)

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“Storm! Ororo! Get over here!”

Jean hopped up onto the kitchen counter, practically pressing her face against the window. Ororo laughed at the sight her friend made. “What are you staring at?” she asked.

Jean just pointed frantically in the direction of the pool, so Storm pulled herself onto the counter beside Jean and peered outside.

And her jaw nearly hit the counter.

Wolverine was alone beside the swimming pool, puttering around with some of the cleaning equipment. There was nothing particularly unusual about that in itself, except that he was doing it in an indecently short pair of cut-off jeans. Obviously, as it was Logan, with no underwear.

He bent over to retrieve a net, and both women squealed like teenage girls at a boyband concert. “Oh, my god, did you see that?” Jean exclaimed, waving her hands around frantically. “I think that was his…”

“My goddess… I would never have imagined that Wolverine would be so… well endowed. He is of very short stature…”

“And he’s not even hard… Can you imagine…”

“Wait, he is bending over again…”

They watched him lean over the pool, pulling the net across the surface of the water, their heads turning with each move, looking remarkably like a couple of penguins following a flashlight. His muscles bulged, and the sweat on his skin glistened in the sunlight. Jean swooned, leaning against Ororo. “Wow. Look at those muscles…” she whispered.

“Now, now, Jean. You are taken. I am not.”

“But I can still fantasize.”

Ororo pretended to think about that for a moment. “All right. But we must share him.”

Jean cracked up, then squealed again when he bent to pick up a chlorine tablet. “He has the nicest ass…” she murmured, unconsciously tugging at her shirt.

“Look at those thighs…” Ororo added, sounding more than a little dreamy.

“Can you imagine wrapping your legs around those?”

They both dissolved into girly giggles, drawing a strange look from Nightcrawler, who was passing by the kitchen.

“Do you see that?” Storm said suddenly, pointing obviously at Logan’s ass. “There’s a hole right on the seam…”

“You have eyes like an eagle, woman,” Jean replied, squinting. “Wait… I can see it!”

A particularly evil grin split her face, and Ororo couldn’t help feeling a bit wary. Jean rarely got that look on her face, but when she did, all hell usually broke loose soon afterward.

“Watch this,” she said.

Her forehead creased in concentration, and Logan’s shorts suddenly ripped from crotch to waistband right up the back. Storm nearly choked laughing. “The many uses of telekinesis…” she snickered.

“What an ass…” Jean replied.

They could hear him cursing through the window, but what he did next neither of them expected. Instead of wrapping in a towel or otherwise doing something to cover his very naked bum, he shucked his shorts and tossed them onto a lawn chair.

“Omigod, he’s naked,” Jean said, her eyes huge. “Naked. Omigod, omigod, omigod.”

“Good Goddess…”

Logan cussed at his shorts a few more times, then picked up the net again. “Tell me he’s not going to clean the pool naked,” Jean murmured, staring.

“I believe he is…”

“Holy shit…”

They watched him in dumbfounded silence for a moment. “I wonder if he will turn around soon,” Ororo commented, and Jean burst into giggles again.

“Well, we’ll certainly get an eyeful of that. Scott would have a conniption fit if he saw this–”

“If I saw what?”

Both Jean and Storm skittered off of the counter like a couple of startled cats, knocking a stack of plates to the floor. The plates shattered with a loud crash, and Ororo bolted out of the kitchen.

Scott was staring at Jean as if she’d grown a second head. “What on earth was that about?” he asked.

“Nothing. Gotta go,” she stammered, and tore out of the kitchen on Storm’s heels.

Scott looked at the shards of crockery on the floor and huffed. “And they didn’t even clean up this mess.”

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Logan heard the crash of dishes and grinned slyly. Maybe he could get Gambit with the ripped cut-offs trick…

End

She Wishes
by Eiluned

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Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: Major X2 spoilers. Written for the x_men100 X2 challenge. 100 words.

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She wishes. She wishes she had done many things differently now that death is looming over her. She wishes she had married Scott instead of waiting. She wishes she had really kissed Logan. She wishes that she had finished that book she was reading. She wishes she had gotten that tattoo she wanted all those years ago. She wishes she had adopted that puppy she saw in the pound last year.

But most of all, she wishes that she didn’t have to die now. As the wall of water closes around her, she knows it has to be this way.

Rebirth
by Eiluned

Archive: Yes, but please let me know where it’s going first.

Disclaimer: Jean belongs to Marvel, not me. Alas, alack… a lass, I lack… ::smacks self::

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: What do you do when your world is turned upside down? 300 words.

Notes: Dedicated to Meg. ::hugs:: Thanks to Deke for the quick beta.

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You know, I never really thought about what it would feel like to lose Scott. Yes, I thought I had lost him when he merged with Apocalypse, but I haven’t ever thought about really losing him. As in losing his love, his affection, his attention.

I’ve felt him slipping away for months. He isn’t the same man he was before, and I can accept that. What he experienced was more than enough to change a man. And when he told me he needed time, I gladly gave it. I was so happy to have him back that I would have given him the moon if he’d asked for it. I even gave up sex.

The breakup was a mutual thing. Amicable, if any breakup is amicable. The divorce papers have been filed. We both moved to different rooms. I don’t think either of us could face the prospect of staying in the room where we’d built a life. I’m keeping myself busy with the school; he’s away on missions. We don’t see each other much. I try to ignore the fact that he’s spending a lot of time with Emma.

But something strange has happened to me. It’s like… it’s like my life has suddenly opened up in front of me. Things that I would or could never have done when I was with Scott suddenly appeal to me. I think I’m learning to stand on my own two feet after so many years being part of the ScottJean entity. And it’s glorious. It’s liberating. It’s like a rebirth into a new life.

Sometimes I think this divorce is the worst thing to happen to me, and sometimes it’s the best. Maybe it’s a combination of the two. But I’m doing the only thing I can do.

I’m moving on.

End

“I miss you.” & “I’ve never done this before.”
by Eiluned

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Disclaimer: Still not mine.

(Ultimate Logan/Jean)

“I miss you.”

He turned to look at her. “What?” he asked.

“I do,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “Everything’s happened so quickly lately. It’s like there’s no one to trust anymore.

“And I miss the touch of your body. Having something to find comfort and pleasure in.”

He watched her from the door, speechless.

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(616 Scott/Jean) (Yes, I know. Hell just froze over.)

I miss you.

You’ve only been gone… dead for a few days, and I feel so alone, like there’s no one on this earth that knows how I feel. Everyone is walking on eggshells around me.

I miss the little things that I took for granted. I wish you were here.

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(616 Remy/Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You just hold on tight to Remy’s hand, chére.”

“But I’m scared, Remy.”

“Dere’s no reason to be, Rogue. Like I said, just hold on to my hand.”

“What if it hurts? I’ve never….”

An exasperated sigh. “It won’t hurt. It’s a rollercoaster, for God’s sake.”

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(616 AU Logan/Jean) (takes place just after the Logan-flirts-with-Jean-Logan-fights-with-Angel scene in Classic X-Men #1)

“I’ve never done this before.”

Her voice was soft and frightened, and he reined in his desire. “Don’t you worry, darlin’,” Wolverine whispered, kissing her. “I’ll take care of ya.”

There was no hesitation. Jean nodded and opened her legs to him, letting him settle between them.

She gasped as he pushed inside of her.

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(Movieverse Bobby, John, Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh, come on, John.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“No one’s gonna.”

“Is it gonna feel weird?”

“Yeah, it’ll feel weird at first, but after that it’s cool.”

“Okay.”

(rustling of clothes)

“Oh, wow. It’s really tight!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

(a door opens)

“Rogue!”

“Oh my GAWD! Why are you wearing my underwear?! Perverts!”

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(616 Bobby/Hank) (pre-cat Hank)

“I’ve never done this before.”

A grin full of fangs. “Neither have I, Robert. Consider this newly discovered territory.”

Bobby licked Hank’s belly, rubbing his fur the wrong way, eliciting a deep moan. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Hot mouth slipped over engorged flesh, licking and sucking enthusiastically.

“Oh, you’re definitely doing it right, Bobby.”