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crossoverficTitle: Ash on White (Miss Murder)
Fandom: X-Men/Twilight
Ships: Rosalie/Gambit
Summary : The flame (that was coming off a king of spades, for my black mood) bounced off her skin and left only the smell and a spot of ash across her pale skin. What the hell is she?
Notes: Gambit meets the Cullen family and one really wants to take a bite out of him.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
For: Brokengem
The flame (that was coming off a king of spades, for my black mood) bounced off her skin and left only the smell and a spot of ash across her pale skin. What the hell is she?
“What the hell just happened here? (hey you goddess, yeah I'm talking to you).”
Her lips opened in a growl that was so deep it shook her whole body. Muscles rippling and teeth bared, as she came at me feet crisscrossing in a sort of dance that was already celebrating my sudden death.
“Rosalie.”
Six more of them came stalking out from the bushes, a family, lucky me.
The moment the leader (or so it seems) spoke she stood stiff as stone and retracted her claws.
Their leader's voice was calmer then the growl of my own captain, who probably at the moment is throwing one big hairy fit.
“But, Carlisle, he was trespassing and his little card trick proved he isn't just a passerby. He could revel what we are to the people of forks.”
When she said 'what we are' it came out with a tone filled with so much venom that it was clear as day that she hated herself more then she hated the intruder that was before her.
“Hey, hey, chere, as long as you don't go around telling everyone that I'm a mutant; I won't tell a single soul about your little fang problem, deal?”
“Deal.”
I didn't have the chance to move away (from the almost crime scene) by myself before the biggest of them picked me up and threw me over his back like I was Gambit the Cajun rag doll.
“Just a small warning, mutant, I wouldn't call my wife, chere again if you want to have two hands at the end of today.”
“Are you threating me?”
“Not me, her.”
Fandom: X-Men/Twilight
Ships: Rosalie/Gambit
Summary : The flame (that was coming off a king of spades, for my black mood) bounced off her skin and left only the smell and a spot of ash across her pale skin. What the hell is she?
Notes: Gambit meets the Cullen family and one really wants to take a bite out of him.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
For: Brokengem
The flame (that was coming off a king of spades, for my black mood) bounced off her skin and left only the smell and a spot of ash across her pale skin. What the hell is she?
“What the hell just happened here? (hey you goddess, yeah I'm talking to you).”
Her lips opened in a growl that was so deep it shook her whole body. Muscles rippling and teeth bared, as she came at me feet crisscrossing in a sort of dance that was already celebrating my sudden death.
“Rosalie.”
Six more of them came stalking out from the bushes, a family, lucky me.
The moment the leader (or so it seems) spoke she stood stiff as stone and retracted her claws.
Their leader's voice was calmer then the growl of my own captain, who probably at the moment is throwing one big hairy fit.
“But, Carlisle, he was trespassing and his little card trick proved he isn't just a passerby. He could revel what we are to the people of forks.”
When she said 'what we are' it came out with a tone filled with so much venom that it was clear as day that she hated herself more then she hated the intruder that was before her.
“Hey, hey, chere, as long as you don't go around telling everyone that I'm a mutant; I won't tell a single soul about your little fang problem, deal?”
“Deal.”
I didn't have the chance to move away (from the almost crime scene) by myself before the biggest of them picked me up and threw me over his back like I was Gambit the Cajun rag doll.
“Just a small warning, mutant, I wouldn't call my wife, chere again if you want to have two hands at the end of today.”
“Are you threating me?”
“Not me, her.”
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