This is a little something I decided to write for the fun of it. Chapter lengths range from short to shorter. This story will end on December 1.
This story is very much a WIP. As such please note that while I intend there to be daily updates, I may end up skipping days. Also, the rating on this story may end up increasing to 'M' but that really depends on Pyro, Wanda, Gambit, and Rogue, and how, um, 'adventurous' they're feeling. No, seriously, it really does depend on that. These guys write themselves. I never know what they're going to get up to *eyes them suspiciously*.
Enjoy!
October 31
Pyro taped his new sign to his bedroom door and appraised it with a grin. Now everything was ready for the next day. He couldn't wait to get started.
At that moment, Gambit came down the hall. Since being released as one of Apocalypse's Horsemen, Magneto had recalled Gambit to finish serving out his contract as one of the Acolytes, which Gambit took with good humour. Thanks to Pyro burning down the warehouse, however (he was bored and the warehouse was so flammable), the Acolytes were now living with the Brotherhood.
Gambit paused outside of Pyro's door and read his sign out loud: "You disturb me, I'll flambé you." He paused and cocked his head at Pyro. "You just felt the need to state what we already know?"
"I must not be interrupted in November," Pyro said firmly. "It's NaNoWriMo. I must not be disturbed! There's nothing worse than being interrupted in the middle of a good run by trivial nonsense."
"What the heck is NaNoWriMo?" Gambit asked.
Pyro gaped at him like he'd just said something offensive. "It's National Novel Writing Month, although frankly 'International' Novel Writing Month would be more accurate. I've been doing it every year for years. You were even there last year..."
"No, I was in New Orleans most of last year," Gambit corrected.
"Oh, I mean the year before then," Pyro said, thinking of their time together in their old base. "You don't remember me shutting myself into a room for most of November?"
"Nope."
"Some friend you are. Look the point is, mate, I'm going to be bloody pissed with anyone who interrupts me while I'm trying to write. There will be hell to pay. Hell, I tell you."
"Flambé, even," Gambit replied with a smirk. "Good luck getting peace and quiet in this house."
As if on cue, they heard Wanda shriek "Toad!" and a moment later Toad came flying down the hallway, freshly blasted by one of her hex bolts. Toad hit the floor and rolled down the stairs.
"Yeah," Pyro said slowly. "I get the point."