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Fic: A Mother's Love
Title: A Mother's Love
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Graydon Creed
Prompt: 1. Hands
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
Mystique’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the small boy wailing loudly in the crib. Pursing her lips in annoyance she removed a cigarette from her pack and lit it, taking a long drag to calm her nerves. She flicked the ash onto the floor and walked towards the window, ignoring the child’s cries.
Her gaze wandered, watching the various people traversing the busy street, wishing to join them. She didn’t take well to being cooped up; it reminded her of when she was a child and how helpless she had felt. That was a feeling she didn’t relish experiencing ever again.
She looked back over her shoulder at the wailing child and sneered, silently cursing the boy and his father. Getting pregnant had never been part of the plan. Though, the only person she could blame for keeping the boy was herself.
Reluctantly, she jabbed the cigarette out on the windowsill and made her way towards him, picking the boy up and slowly rocked him on her hip. His tiny hands grasped tightly onto her arm and she flinched, hating the contrast of his pale flesh on her blue. Human, she thought, glaring down at him, unable to believe she had sired this monstrosity.
You don’t know that he’s a human, she reminded herself, and frowned, knowing that was the only reason she hadn’t discarded him right after birth. Her plan to keep him around until puberty was unraveling quickly. She feared what she might do if she was forced to endure his presence any longer.
Mystique placed the boy back in the crib and exited the nursery, shutting off the light, intent on allowing him to cry until he fell sleep. The current arrangement was not working. She would need to get rid of him in the morning. If she placed him in the local adoption agency it wouldn’t be too difficult to follow his progress over the next few years. Anything would be better than dealing with him personally.
She pulled out another cigarette and lit a match, smiling at the shadows she created before the fire extinguished. Yes, that would work. She would stay long enough to learn where he would be placed and keep tabs before disappearing again. There would be no benefit for her if she lost track of the boy.
He could always turn out to be useful later on.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Graydon Creed
Prompt: 1. Hands
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.Mystique’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the small boy wailing loudly in the crib. Pursing her lips in annoyance she removed a cigarette from her pack and lit it, taking a long drag to calm her nerves. She flicked the ash onto the floor and walked towards the window, ignoring the child’s cries.
Her gaze wandered, watching the various people traversing the busy street, wishing to join them. She didn’t take well to being cooped up; it reminded her of when she was a child and how helpless she had felt. That was a feeling she didn’t relish experiencing ever again.
She looked back over her shoulder at the wailing child and sneered, silently cursing the boy and his father. Getting pregnant had never been part of the plan. Though, the only person she could blame for keeping the boy was herself.
Reluctantly, she jabbed the cigarette out on the windowsill and made her way towards him, picking the boy up and slowly rocked him on her hip. His tiny hands grasped tightly onto her arm and she flinched, hating the contrast of his pale flesh on her blue. Human, she thought, glaring down at him, unable to believe she had sired this monstrosity.
You don’t know that he’s a human, she reminded herself, and frowned, knowing that was the only reason she hadn’t discarded him right after birth. Her plan to keep him around until puberty was unraveling quickly. She feared what she might do if she was forced to endure his presence any longer.
Mystique placed the boy back in the crib and exited the nursery, shutting off the light, intent on allowing him to cry until he fell sleep. The current arrangement was not working. She would need to get rid of him in the morning. If she placed him in the local adoption agency it wouldn’t be too difficult to follow his progress over the next few years. Anything would be better than dealing with him personally.
She pulled out another cigarette and lit a match, smiling at the shadows she created before the fire extinguished. Yes, that would work. She would stay long enough to learn where he would be placed and keep tabs before disappearing again. There would be no benefit for her if she lost track of the boy.
He could always turn out to be useful later on.