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A/N: Hey! This is my first X-Men fic, so yea. It was more of a project to see if I could do it. All the words came from a Random Word Generator, and I might make some of them into one-shots. Please review!
Of Pyres and Rogues
By Miranda Panda-chan
Fire
There had been a small spark of something when they'd met each other's gaze, and—as everyone knew—a spark was all Pyro needed to start a wildfire.
Touch
When she could finally touch, the first thing she did was tackle him to the ground and kiss him as hard as she could.
Runaway
She couldn't ever run away from him for long, because he would track her down, and once he found her: not even the apocalypse could tear him away.
Fight
Their first fight have been a mini World Word III, fire and explosions erupted from John, while cold silence came from Rogue, and it took a dangerously annoyed Wolverine to get him to apologize to each other.
Food
He wondered how she could eat so little and still be so energetic, but it probably had something to with the candy stash under her bed.
Breathe
When she looked into his eyes and lost herself in the dancing flames in his brown eyes, she had to remember to tell herself to breathe.
Dream
She'd not ever dare to dream of the day when he'd return her feelings
Steal
He'd taken so many things he weren't his already, so why couldn't he steal her heart as well?
Worry
She couldn't help but worry about him, especially when he had a record of coming home unable to stand, much less walk.
Freezing
She hated winter, she hated ice, and the cold in general, but he was always there, fiery and warm, to keep her from freezing in her own emotional blizzard.
Home
Here he was, standing in front of the giant building that had used to be the Mansion, but without Professor X, it was only a mansion, but with Rogue there, he supposed it could be Home.
Anger
She screamed in frustration at him, and he couldn't help but think she looked so cute when she was furious with him.
Cure
Logan told her to follow her instincts, Storm told her there was nothing to cure in the first place, but Pyro—he knew she wasn't running away—because he knew it was all for him.
Cry
It wasn't often that he saw her cry, she didn't want to be weak, she wanted to be able to show her strength, but occasionally when she just couldn't keep it all bottled up anymore—he'd lend her a shoulder to cry on.
Defeat
"Fine John, you win!" the female yelled angrily, he smugly shrugged and told her to calm down—it was just a game of Monopoly.
Pretend
They'd go on with their lives just as before; she'd continue to pretend to be Marie, and he'd still deny it and let everyone think he was Pyro, and they'd hope together that no one would ever notice that she was really Rogue, and he was really John.
Father
He had to be out of his mind, he was twenty-three, and he'd just gotten used to the idea that yes, Rogue was made for him—but this!—this threw him into a whole new spiral of possibilities, this made him a father, because this, this was a tiny baby in his arms that was smiling up at him, this was his son.
Family
He'd grown up without parents, he'd been on his own for awhile before Xavier had found him, but now, now he had Rogue, now he had a couple of friends, and now he had a home, so he supposed that this was the closest he'd ever be to having a family, and this was the only family he'd ever need.
Trick
He hadn't wanted to trick her, he'd desperately wanted her to go with him, but even he was no fool, even though he'd made Bobby angry enough to stop Rogue even if she tried to follow him, she could never come with him—he wouldn't allow it—because she was far to precious to be in an unprotected environment, and the safest place she could be was in the mansion, as a part of the X-Men, and he'd be happy watching from afar.
Insomniac
As she breathed in and out quietly, her hair spread out over his pillow, in his bed, with her body nestled as close to him as she could possibly be, and for once, he was glad he was an insomniac—just so long as he could watch her sleep next to himself.
Shopping
He never thought Rogue could ever scare him, but when she wants a certain pair of gloves, he'd rather stay at home.
Rain
She twirled, face upward, eyes closed, lips parted just slightly as she laughed with glee, and he though she'd never looked so beautiful while dancing in the rain.
Sleep
It was obvious when John was exhausted because she would invariably choose that very night to try and jump him, and he would just tackle her to the bed, and close his eyes, because for once, all he wanted was some sleep.
Profession
It wasn't just a way of life, fighting for a specific goal and great cause, it was their profession.
Gin
Wolverine had taught her how to drink like a sailor, and curse like one too, but just because she could drink like one, didn't mean she didn't get so drunk John had to carry her to their room as she giggled quietly to herself before passing out.
Nostalgia
As she watched another generation of free mutants grow up in the Mansion, Rogue can't help but remember what it was like for her, before the Academy, before she met John and became Mrs. Allerdyce.
Misery
After John left to join the Brotherhood, and Wolverine had gone off to try and get over Jean's death—Rogue's life had never seemed so miserable.
Young
Most mutants at the school could act their age, but while Pyro and Rogue were young physically, mentally, though, they were well past their years.
Persuasion
Rogue had a way with words, and with her accents and the lips those words had to pass through, how could he say no?
Reputation
It wasn't until they were alone did he whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he kissed her passionately, he had a reputation to protect, after all.
Wording
He wasn't so sure how she knew the words behind his insults, but he was grateful when she understood that despite his mocking tone and stand-offish nature, he really did love her.
Jealousy
When Remy decided to buy her the pair of new gloves she'd been asking John for for a week, John couldn't help but dislike the hug and kiss on the cheek she gave the Cajun, and he definitely did not like how the boy's eyes were looking at her as she walked away.
Wish
She wished he would understand, that he would realize that he was wrong, wished that he'd come back so she could let him know exactly why he should stay, wished that he'd come home because, amazingly enough, he loved her, too.
Dislike
Wolverine had never liked him from the beginning, and there was no denying it was a mutual feeling, but when he and Rogue got together, the dislike suddenly multiplied dramatically on either side of the line.
Miscommunication
He had to have heard her wrong, she couldn't possibly have just insinuated that he was too follow her to her room, and stay there, with her, all night, could she?
Public
He wasn't one for public romances, but he'd shout to the world that she was his if she asked him, and so he did it anyways as loud as he could.
Stone
He looked at her, tears rolling down her face, but not a sound escaped her, as she sat still as stone, and he pondered if that's what her heart was made out of currently.
Normal
She didn't want to be normal, she just wanted to touch—and he just wanted to be with her.
Interruption
Eyes closed, hand roaming, lips locked, but it was all lost when Wolverine, her guardian and self-proclaimed father, barged in a smug grin on his face as the he pulled them apart and gave Pyro a long lecture on what he could and could not do with his Marie.
Pulse
Pyro frantically searched, praying to every god he know of that she'd be okay, and he wanted to dance when he finally felt the steady beat of her pulse beneath her flesh.
Belonging
The first girl to flirt wit him got a broken nose, and the first boy to flirt with her at the mansion got a broken nose, a dead leg, and his eyebrows burned off: but now everyone knew better than to flirt with either, because it was well-known that she belonged to him, and he belonged to her and only her.
Refuse
He couldn't help but jump for joy when she kindly refused the attempts of males trying to win her heart, but he could only hope she wouldn't do such to him when he finally asked.
Wrong
She hated when he was right, but she hated it even more when he was wrong.
Judgment
Her judgment was harsher than even Bobby's and Wolverine's, but he deserved it—he guessed, but he'd believe any judgment passed by her was just and perfect—just like she was.
Soft
When he could touch in those brief periods of time when she had a sudden burst of control, he couldn't help but marvel at how soft her skin was against his own.
Television
He liked to think of himself as a man of considerable reason around her, but this, this would not fly—he would rather burn his own eyes then watch the Lifetime channel.
Geography
No matter how far they were separated on the map, geography could do very little to keep them apart for long.
Melt
Bobby had left his mark on her heart, but he was Pyro, and he could melt any ice—figurative or literal.
Green
He couldn't help but notice as she stared at him with resentment and hate that her eyes had some green in them.
Love
Fine, he admitted it: he, John Allerdyce, loved, adored, and inexplicably gravitated to her, Marie D'Ancanto.
A/N: So yea, the end. Um. For all of you that review, number one you will be loved forever, number two- I'd really appreciate to know which ones you'd like to see made into a one-shot. Cha.