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although they came from different backgrounds, rosie couldn’t help but feel connected to asher. from the moment they’d met, they’d clicked, and even if back then she was even worse at opening up, he made her feel comfortable, and more like herself than ever. she owed who she was today to him, and that was why she would do anything for him, follow him to the ends of the earth if she had to; it was also why many people didn’t understand her devotion. seldom people know her story, knew how her trust in people was far beyond shattered, so they would never understand the importance asher played in her life, how she loved him, definitely more than she loved herself.

“who’s to say that isn’t my plan?” she hummed, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips on her forehead, a warmth spreading in her chest and a smile on her face. “i love you too,” rosie murmured softly, her hand resting against the side of his face as their lips pressed together. but something was always at the back of her mind, and asher’s pride in his powers always kept her weary from asking the question, but she couldn’t help it, “what do you think life would be like?” she murmured, drawing gentle circles on his chest, avoiding his eyes, “if we didn’t have powers…”

he leans into her touch, simply enjoying the feeling of her being there with him. it was not a secret that he tended to get caught up in his own head. asher was if nothing else his father’s son. he could so often get caught in trying to do what he could to take care of the other mutants around him that he didn’t let himself just relax enjoy the fact that there were so many people around him that loved him. he was lucky. he had a family, even if at times he felt like little more than a lone soldier. that was partially to do with with his powers though wasn’t it. they were monstrous, powerful, a very specific burden, but it was still part of him in the way that he couldn’t fathom what his world would have seemed like without it.

“i wouldn’t complain...” he hummed gently. still his grip tightened on her just slightly as she voiced her question. “why are you wondering about that?” he questioned shaking his head gently before sighing. “life would be... different. can you imagine what my dad would have been like without his powers?” he questioned before a grin broke out on his features. “him and charles would have figured out their shit years ago... and i would have still found you,” he punctuates his sentence by pressing a kiss to her nose. “you and me wouldn’t change, life would just be... quieter,”

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X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX dir. Simon Kinberg

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the thing about having wings in the manner that faye did was that they never really stopped fluttering. warren’s wings were heavy seeming like effort just to move. faye’s were lighter (bug like as her childhood bullies had not hesitated to tell her) and so with good emotions and with bad they would flutter away on her back. a comforting motion for herself, but perhaps a little more confusing for those trying to guess her current emotional state. still it was her face that gave her away, tear stains on her cheeks, arms held tightly across her chest. she had come straight to their rooms, skipping dinner, not wanting to risk the kids seeing her in such a state. it was true she was not always the best of teachers, her method for such things always tended to be something similar to throw punches first ask questions later evidenced by her new black eye, but it could not be claimed that she did not care about them.

“mason,” she sounds weak and it makes her sick. ashamed of the way that she needs him in that moment. can think of no better healer than the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, the sound of his voice. “i can’t do this,” faye spoke only just turning around to face him, attempting perhaps to have shielded him from the damage done to her for as long as possible even though such a thing might seem pointless. “even with my powers i couldn’t stop them they just... they called me a freak over and over and over,” she’s cradling her arm in a way that points to it being fractured. she knows it, but at the same time, she wants to avoid seeing hank in the med bay for as long as possible.

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“What would you give for a second chance?”  | Phoebe Tonkin in BLOOM

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Henry Golding in Last Christmas (2019)

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THE 2000S MUTANTS & PLANET SYMBOLISM.

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rosie wished the pride came to her as easily and quickly as it did to asher, truthfully she found herself being jealous of people who were proud of their powers and owned up to them. she’d been scared into avoiding their usage, even in times of dire need, her powers are the last thing that come to her mind. she tried hard, especially to listen to asher and what he said to her, how to be proud of her powers, but they had caused her so much pain, too much pain, both to her and those around her.

she nodded her head as he told her he wasn’t going anywhere, pressing a couple of kisses to the base of his neck and keeping her hand at his nape, fingers idly playing with his hair there, “i know i just…” her voice was soft, as if she were a child, as her kisses trailed upwards to his jaw, and she shrugged her shoulders, the kisses stopping as she rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at him, “i don’t mind, as long as i’m with you,” she admitted, a soft grin painting her face as her finger trailed down his nose and over his lips. he was just perfection,.. she adored everything that he did, everything he was. it wasn’t healthy, but he was all she had.

it was perhaps unsurprising, given who were the two major influences in ash’s life that he had grown up finding comfort in his powers. the one thing that charles and his father could agree on it was that his powers were something good, although admittedly they disagreed on just what they should be used for. he had done things with his powers that charles was always going to be ashamed of, and the fact he could read his mind and see just what he’d done was one of the very few things that actually managed to bring asher some level of shame even if it was not enough to stop him in the moment.

he laughs as she kisses her neck, the softness in his tone such a stark difference from the version of asher that was so often seen by the rest of the world. still he loved the feeling of her hands in his hair and the fact that he didn’t have to think of anyone else for the moment, “it’s alright,” he comforted again. “it’s alright,”  asher grinned at the feeling of the other’s kisses. “don’t say that,” he spoke his hands tracing patterns on the skin of her back. “i’ll have us stay here forever just so the two of us don’t have to move,” he joked gently. even though there was certainly a pull in the idea of going back to bed. “i love you so much y’know,” he mumbled sleepily pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to the tip of her nose before finally her lips. “i’m glad i’ve got the whole day to show you,”

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the worry and fear was almost ever-present in rosalie’s chest ; she knew that ash could handle himself with her, but what she also knew was that her powers were strong and she’d been raised to fear herself. her powers were the primary reason as to why she ended up on the streets, shunned by her family; she thanked professor x everyday for taking her in and treating her normally, but fear had been embedded in her system, and no matter how many times she was told that she had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear, she just couldn’t get past it. asher made it better, made her stronger and more confident, but she was still scared that she would hurt him at some point.

so, when she didn’t feel him next to her, she quickly stirred, sitting up in bed, hoping he hadn’t left because she’d done something. a sigh of relief slipped past her lips when she saw him at the table; she threw the sheet off of her legs and stretched her arms overhead, yawning as she walked over to him. rose shrugged her shoulders, “couldn’t sleep without you near me,” she admitted, pouting softly as she went to him, straddling his hips and running her fingers through his hair, setting her hands on either of his shoulders, “we can make it together, but later,” she dropped her head onto his chest, her eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his heart, a small smile on her face.

he’d always been raised to see his mutation as a source of pride. he could do what other’s couldn’t and that made him better than them. it also gave them a reason to fear him, which in a world that treated mutants like bacteria was not necessarily a bad thing. he was untouchable, which ultimately meant that he had no problem keeping him and the people he cared about safe. rosie’s fear was something he ever thought he was going to understand completely. she had simply been fed too many lies as a child. something he was now trying desperately to undo. he didn’t ever use his power on her but he knew she drew comfort that he could stop her in a second.

“i’m sorry,” he sighs as she speaks, though he soon hum in contentment as she ran her hands through her hair. “i only went out for a smoke rosie, i promisie i wasn’t going anywhere,” he presses a few kisses against the crown of her head as she settles against his chest. loving the feeling of having her so close. he was never going to get bored of this, of her, not when she seemed to be made so happy just by being with him. most girls before rose had been good for a night or two, but he’d never considered himself the type of guy who would stick around. at least not before her. his hands stray to rub over her back. selfishly he didn’t want the two of them to move but he wasn’t sure how comfortable she could be. “you wanna go back to bed sweetheart?”

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“hey pretty thing, you’re up early.” asher’s voice is still rough from the hours of sleep as he speaks. he wouldn’t have considered himself an early riser especially with rose tucked against him tiredness clinging to him from the night before, but even he had nights where it was harder to sleep. magneto’s son, it was perhaps typical that thoughts would plaugue him. whatever it was it had got him up early, not even an early morning smoke enough to drive it from his head. still he was not going to bother rose with the fact he couldn’t sleep, so it was almost surprising to see her stood before him apart from the fact that most of the time she seemed even more intune to him than he was.

 “c’mere,” asher continued pushing back his chair from the table and gesturing towards his lap so that he could pull the other to him thumbs rubbing circles on her hips. “i was gonna let you rest a little longer, but i can make breakfast if you want,”

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“That face…”

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You want that family back? I want Lieberman, and I want you.