March 29th, 2012

marvel - purple barton

Fic: the world has got no shame, ch. 3

Title: the world has got no shame, ch. 3
Summary: Raven thought she really had it figured out this time, how to beat the system. Emma is going to prove her wrong.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 4018
Rating/Contents: NC-17, noncon, fisting, totally gratuitous bathtub scene
Pairing: Emma/Raven
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A/N: Best thing about writing Emma Frost, hands down: sexy lingerie. I never get to write that. All my characters just want to get nekkid as fast as they can. Also, jesus goddamn, but this got long. This story, idk, all the chapters want to be ENORMOUS despite the fact that there is, really and truly, nothing going on.

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marvel - purple barton

7x7x7!

1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text

I went to my most recent WIP that actually had 7 pages in it, and what I found was, like, a SUPER big spoiler for Blood Money. Then the next one was the one Ces and I are writing, and I didn't want to just be like HAY GUISE without checking with her. So this is "Raven Darkholme got to get paid", which is actually the third story by this name, bearing almost no resemblance to this one, except in that Raven is a sex worker who Erik hires. After several jumps, we are at Raven the kept woman, which is the least angsty and melodramatic version, if you can believe it.

But this is more than 7 lines, so.

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He feels like it's rude to answer the door without a shirt on, especially when he doesn't really need to. "Raven?"

"I've got it," she calls. He sees her change as she walks by the door to the kitchen, hears the front door open; he's expecting Raven to call for him or come back with news, but there's nothing. All he hears are hushed voices, at least at first, but they're creeping towards raised voices pretty quickly.

"Charles, we've been over this. Besides, he's paid through the end of the month-"

"It's not about the money, Raven," a man's voice says. "It's never been, and even if it were, we could certainly work something out-"

Erik puts down his glass, walking out of the kitchen, because now this is his business.

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