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20 November 2005 @ 09:27 pm
"A Sure Thing" and "Fissure"  
BIG DAMN TABLE.

Claim: X-Men Movieverse, Rogue
Title: "A Sure Thing"
Author: Katherine at Skin Deep and misskatherine.
Characters: Wolverine, Rogue
Prompt: 28. Dream
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium
Brief summary: Logan has a nightmare, and Rogue comes over to make him feel better (no, not in that way, dirty minds). This fic is great because it shows Rogue's deep belief that one day, Logan will pull his head out of his ass and realize he loves her a lot. It's also great because it shows Logan just starting to do just that, just the slightest glimmer.

"I'm not some starry-eyed twit struck dumb by the sight of your body. You've got a nice ass, sure, but I just watched you toss your cookies. You still look pretty green around the gills."

He felt a laugh rumble through his chest despite himself. "Takes a bit of the shine off, eh?"

"I'm just sayin', I'm not exactly pantin' over you at the moment."

Logan leaned back in the deep bathtub as the water rose around him. "Well, hell, I guess Chuck's right," he said, closing his eyes and resting the back of his head against the wall. "There's a first time for everything."

Her little outraged gasp amused him. "You - I can't believe - oh fuck you, Logan!"


Link to the story: A Sure Thing (the page at Katherine's website isn't working, so here is the archived page.)



Claim: X-Men Movieverse, Rogue
Title: "Fissure"
Author: Ransom at Eye Teeth and lilmissrrhood.
Characters: Wolverine, Rogue (and others, in her head)
Prompt: 30. Seduction
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium
Brief summary: Rogue has an incredible mutant power, and the desire to know just how much she can absorb leads Rogue down a darker path. She is seduced by her own power, wanting to know and have more. I think it's a good exploration of temptation and what Rogue could become instead of the optimistic and loving person she's oftentimes portrayed as in fanfic.

She dreams of metal and she dreams of fire. She dreams of the sharp crackle of ice and the hot splatter of blood. They feel like death.

Which is right in so many ways, because that's what it is, and that's what she is, and that´s what they are to her. So many ways to kill.

They all come together inside of her, like spokes on a wheel, and she has so many choices now, so many things to play with.

It keeps getting easier, and that's something she knows isn't good. It makes the temptation harder to resist, knowing she can touch someone and leave them standing.


Link to the story: Fissure