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FIC: A Rainbow of Emotions (X-Men)
Title: A Rainbow of Emotions
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wizefics (crossposted to this journal!)
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Characters: Bobby "Iceman" Drake
Rating: PG
Dedication: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabbles100
Prompts: 011. Red, 012. Grey, 013. White, 014. Black, 015. Blue, 016. Purple, 017. Brown,
018. Green, 019. Pink, 020. Colourless
Word Count: 1000 words, not counting the prompt.
Warnings: These drabbles span in chronological order, the period of time prior to X1 and through X3.
A/N: I had a plan when I began these. Then it took me a lot longer than I expected, so I'm not sure the plan worked the way I'd thought it would. Each drabble is a snapshot of some moment in Bobby's life and each title hopefully corresponds with what he was feeling at the time. Feedback always appreciated and welcome!
Red
A flush spread across his cheeks as he stared at her. When she turned and caught his eye, he knew that his blush deepened but he didn’t really care. Smiling at her, he felt a thrill when he saw the first tint of red caress her cheeks as well.
‘I’m in love,’ he thought. Tentatively, she smiled and he was instantly intrigued by the way her nose barely crinkled. Heartbeat quickening, he walked towards her slowly.
“Hi.”
“Do you want to go to the movies with me?”
“Alright.”
Judy Harmon was definitely the most beautiful girl in the whole school.
Grey
From the sofa, Bobby can see the tension in the room.
Scott - silent, angry, possessive...
Logan – brooding, feral, hunting…
Jean – uneasy, uncertain, in the middle…
Shaking his head, Bobby watches, curious to see how the drama will unfold. Then Marie walks in and the only person she sees is Logan. As long as the Canadian is there, Bobby will never be more than a blur in the background and suddenly he wishes to be a player in the game before him. Love, lust, adoration… all vibrant displays. Sometimes he hated that he faded into the fog of the unnoticed.
White
The first time he sees her after Liberty Island, he’s struck by the white streaks in her hair. Then he’s struck by the look in her eyes. What she has seen and survived changed more than her hair.
When she looks at him she really sees him and when she smiles, he’s blinded by its radiance. He’s not sure what’s changed, but he doesn’t really care. This Rogue, the one smiling at him, isn’t afraid anymore. The slate has been wiped clean and whatever challenges life brings forth, she’s going to meet head on. Smiling back, he steps in line.
Black
The moods are expected now. Life goes well and then something small sets it off. Usually it’s something from his mother that does it. Eying the words on the postcard, Bobby sighed.
Dear Bobby: Vermont is fun! The skiing is great. Wish you were here - I know how much you love the snow! Love, Mom
The words were innocent, but it reminded Bobby that he didn’t trust his family enough to tell them the truth. He crumpled the postcard and tossed it in the trash without reading it again. There was no point.
Blue
Frustrated, Bobby ‘s eyes longingly caressed Rogue’s hair, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder…
He can’t touch her, but he can watch her.
He knows what the others are saying. Piotr even showed him a sketch he’d drawn of Bobby kissing Rogue as the life drained out of him.
Bobby didn’t find it funny.
Not touching her was almost more of a drain than touching her was. His entire body ached from the strain of resisting the urge to reach out and let his fingers trail over her skin.
Her power was the best birth control he could think of.
Purple
The vein in his father’s forehead throbbed and his face turned a dull shade of purple. Bobby knew that look and years worth of alarms went off in the back of his mind, but what could he do? John spoke true. The mutant gene went from fathers to their children.
Dully, he wondered why he wasn’t more upset. His mother was staring at him as if he were dirty. Ronny left the room in a fury. When his father, who was obviously looking for somewhere to direct his anger, met his eyes, Bobby’s life as he knew it was over.
Brown
Brown eyes stared into his challengingly. “Going to stay at the kids table forever, Bobby?” John spat. “I’m not going to die like this. I’m going out there.”
“Don’t.” Bobby hated the way he was begging. “It’s dangerous.”
Whatever memories floated behind Pyro’s eyes weren’t pleasant and when he replied, his voice was as cold as Bobby’s power. “Life is dangerous. Stay here and watch it happen if you want. I’m going to make mine happen as I want.”
Then, he’d turned and left the safety of the plane. Bobby watched him go from the window. John never looked back.
Green
The bruise on his face was changing colors. It almost resembled a sickly hospital green at the moment. Bobby stared at it in the mirror, razor forgotten in his hand. He really would have to learn to duck faster.
His whole body ached from the Danger Room. Storm had been brutal and he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt it. He wished that he had Piotr’s gift. The Russian never got bruised. Of course, Piotr couldn’t ice down to ease his aches. The grass was always greener, he supposed…
Grinning, he started shaving, careful to avoid the bruise.
Pink
Bobby blushed. He never blushed! He prided himself on being impossible to embarrass. And yet, he could feel the heat stain his cheeks. “It’s okay, Bobby.” The voice had no southern accent; the hand that touched his wasn’t gloved; the hair that he was resisting the urge to touch had no white... “I know you’re with Rogue, but…” Kitty shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. “I just thought you should know, I guess.”
Bobby wished that he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He wanted Rogue. But Kitty was standing in front of him, and he didn’t pull away from her touch.
Colorless
Rogue had left. Pyro had declared him the enemy. Bobby had no one left to fall back on, except himself. He’d thought he’d feel scared or angry, but he didn’t. He felt only an icy grip on his stomach. He had to stand on his own, or he’d die on his own.
Below his teammates were gathering to defend their kind and he would join them. Taking one last look in the mirror, Bobby expected to see something reflected in his expression. Instead it was carefully blank, as emotionless as ice was colorless. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised.
Author:
wizefics (crossposted to this journal!)Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Characters: Bobby "Iceman" Drake
Rating: PG
Dedication: written for
drabbles100Prompts: 011. Red, 012. Grey, 013. White, 014. Black, 015. Blue, 016. Purple, 017. Brown,
018. Green, 019. Pink, 020. Colourless
Word Count: 1000 words, not counting the prompt.
Warnings: These drabbles span in chronological order, the period of time prior to X1 and through X3.
A/N: I had a plan when I began these. Then it took me a lot longer than I expected, so I'm not sure the plan worked the way I'd thought it would. Each drabble is a snapshot of some moment in Bobby's life and each title hopefully corresponds with what he was feeling at the time. Feedback always appreciated and welcome!
Red
A flush spread across his cheeks as he stared at her. When she turned and caught his eye, he knew that his blush deepened but he didn’t really care. Smiling at her, he felt a thrill when he saw the first tint of red caress her cheeks as well.
‘I’m in love,’ he thought. Tentatively, she smiled and he was instantly intrigued by the way her nose barely crinkled. Heartbeat quickening, he walked towards her slowly.
“Hi.”
“Do you want to go to the movies with me?”
“Alright.”
Judy Harmon was definitely the most beautiful girl in the whole school.
Grey
From the sofa, Bobby can see the tension in the room.
Scott - silent, angry, possessive...
Logan – brooding, feral, hunting…
Jean – uneasy, uncertain, in the middle…
Shaking his head, Bobby watches, curious to see how the drama will unfold. Then Marie walks in and the only person she sees is Logan. As long as the Canadian is there, Bobby will never be more than a blur in the background and suddenly he wishes to be a player in the game before him. Love, lust, adoration… all vibrant displays. Sometimes he hated that he faded into the fog of the unnoticed.
White
The first time he sees her after Liberty Island, he’s struck by the white streaks in her hair. Then he’s struck by the look in her eyes. What she has seen and survived changed more than her hair.
When she looks at him she really sees him and when she smiles, he’s blinded by its radiance. He’s not sure what’s changed, but he doesn’t really care. This Rogue, the one smiling at him, isn’t afraid anymore. The slate has been wiped clean and whatever challenges life brings forth, she’s going to meet head on. Smiling back, he steps in line.
Black
The moods are expected now. Life goes well and then something small sets it off. Usually it’s something from his mother that does it. Eying the words on the postcard, Bobby sighed.
Dear Bobby: Vermont is fun! The skiing is great. Wish you were here - I know how much you love the snow! Love, Mom
The words were innocent, but it reminded Bobby that he didn’t trust his family enough to tell them the truth. He crumpled the postcard and tossed it in the trash without reading it again. There was no point.
Blue
Frustrated, Bobby ‘s eyes longingly caressed Rogue’s hair, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder…
He can’t touch her, but he can watch her.
He knows what the others are saying. Piotr even showed him a sketch he’d drawn of Bobby kissing Rogue as the life drained out of him.
Bobby didn’t find it funny.
Not touching her was almost more of a drain than touching her was. His entire body ached from the strain of resisting the urge to reach out and let his fingers trail over her skin.
Her power was the best birth control he could think of.
Purple
The vein in his father’s forehead throbbed and his face turned a dull shade of purple. Bobby knew that look and years worth of alarms went off in the back of his mind, but what could he do? John spoke true. The mutant gene went from fathers to their children.
Dully, he wondered why he wasn’t more upset. His mother was staring at him as if he were dirty. Ronny left the room in a fury. When his father, who was obviously looking for somewhere to direct his anger, met his eyes, Bobby’s life as he knew it was over.
Brown
Brown eyes stared into his challengingly. “Going to stay at the kids table forever, Bobby?” John spat. “I’m not going to die like this. I’m going out there.”
“Don’t.” Bobby hated the way he was begging. “It’s dangerous.”
Whatever memories floated behind Pyro’s eyes weren’t pleasant and when he replied, his voice was as cold as Bobby’s power. “Life is dangerous. Stay here and watch it happen if you want. I’m going to make mine happen as I want.”
Then, he’d turned and left the safety of the plane. Bobby watched him go from the window. John never looked back.
Green
The bruise on his face was changing colors. It almost resembled a sickly hospital green at the moment. Bobby stared at it in the mirror, razor forgotten in his hand. He really would have to learn to duck faster.
His whole body ached from the Danger Room. Storm had been brutal and he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt it. He wished that he had Piotr’s gift. The Russian never got bruised. Of course, Piotr couldn’t ice down to ease his aches. The grass was always greener, he supposed…
Grinning, he started shaving, careful to avoid the bruise.
Pink
Bobby blushed. He never blushed! He prided himself on being impossible to embarrass. And yet, he could feel the heat stain his cheeks. “It’s okay, Bobby.” The voice had no southern accent; the hand that touched his wasn’t gloved; the hair that he was resisting the urge to touch had no white... “I know you’re with Rogue, but…” Kitty shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. “I just thought you should know, I guess.”
Bobby wished that he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He wanted Rogue. But Kitty was standing in front of him, and he didn’t pull away from her touch.
Colorless
Rogue had left. Pyro had declared him the enemy. Bobby had no one left to fall back on, except himself. He’d thought he’d feel scared or angry, but he didn’t. He felt only an icy grip on his stomach. He had to stand on his own, or he’d die on his own.
Below his teammates were gathering to defend their kind and he would join them. Taking one last look in the mirror, Bobby expected to see something reflected in his expression. Instead it was carefully blank, as emotionless as ice was colorless. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised.