💎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 / 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷

The disappearances had all of the mutants understandably on edge. Harry knew that and tried to send a text message before showing at their mansion, only realizing a better idea would have been meeting elsewhere once he’s approaching. He doesn’t even realize he’s taken to the shadows until Emma’s demanding he reveal himself, which has him stepping into clear view. “Well, it is a long walk,” he jokes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “I’m sorry, I thought the text would have been enough warning.” This was the first real mentor Harry’s ever had outside of his father, but he had witnessed plenty of professional relationships to learn how to carry himself. “Is now a good time? I couldn’t really sleep.”

these words would’ve once been comforting to the telepath, instead earning a sad attempt of a smile and a nod of her head. she’s aware that their situation is a lot more complicated than just a break up, as everything with them has always come with obstacles and hoops to jump through. and on one hand she can’t blame him for ending things between them, hell, she’s been in his head enough times to have predicted this outcome herself. that doesn’t change the way she feels though, especially now that the man stood before her feels further away now more than ever. “thank you, scott,” emma’s arms lift over her chest, a hand rubbing against her bicep in a makeshift way of comforting herself. “i’d say the same goes for you but you actually can’t pretend with me,” a lighthearted chuckle leaves her. “but it... means a lot.” 

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                    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙸𝚂𝙽’𝚃  𝙰𝙽  𝚄𝙽𝚄𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻  𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴.     coming  back  to  his  place  to  find  her  there  waiting.     it  seemed  like  emma  frost  was  spending  more  of  her  nights  with  him  as  of  late.     not  that  he  was  complaining.     after  all,  he  certainly  enjoyed  the  attention.     but  it  did  raise  some  concern.     naturally,  things  at  the  mansion  were  likely  tense  with  all  the  missing  mutants.     but  tony  wasn’t  so  sure  that  would  drive  her  away  from  the  school  come  nightfall.     but  he  wasn’t  one  to  pry  …  in  her  affairs  anyway.     he  knew  better  and  understood  that  if  she  wanted  to  talk  about  it  then  she  would  when  she  was  good  and  ready.

                    ❝  done  shaping  and  threatening  young  minds  for  the  day ?  ❞          the  joke  is  one  he  knows  will  earn  him  that  unamused  expression  that  she  is  so  fond  of  giving  him.      he  doesn’t  miss  a  beat,  however.     adopting  a  more  somber  tone  when  he  speaks  again.          ❝  you  here  for  a  distraction  or  a  discussion ?  ❞

despite the long list of telepathic abilities that occupy emma’s record — the one thing emma could never seem to nail was escaping the confines of her own mind. the recent events played like a film reel on replay — the faces of concerned students to whom she had to assure everything was alright. truthfully since they knew next to nothing about the disappearances, she wasn’t even sure of this fact. none of them were. all she knew was that she had lost a team of her own before, and how she was never going to allow that to happen again. 

and the cherry on top had to have been getting to navigate all of this alongside her ex boyfriend and the ex wife he’d left you for. spending the night with tony was her only escape from it all, even if it was all too short lived for the telepath. 

the familiar tone is enough to pull her from her thoughts, words causing a blatant eyeroll in his direction. there was always a part of her that was silently grateful for the arrangement she and tony had set up - especially in a time like this when she couldn’t stand to stay at the mansion. if it wasn’t her own thoughts and worries keeping her up, it was the many a mind still awake and wondering if they were doomed, if scott, jean and emma knew what the hell they were doing. or the times she’d hear scott thinking of her... it was all too much - though she would never admit it aloud.

tony is nearing her and emma’s hand is settled on his waist as if almost by muscle memory. fingertips are quick to find the hem of his shirt, hand splaying against the warm flesh beneath it. there’s a few beats of silence that pass at his question, for once emma unsure of exactly what had brought her over to his place. prior to this time, it was strictly for sex. she hadn’t ever imagined of dumping her worries on the other, well aware he had more important obligations to tend to than the glorified booty call who had made herself comfortable in his bed from time to time. 

"as much as i’m sure you’d love to hear the catastrophe that is the overlapping thoughts of a telepath, i’m afraid i’m only here for the former, darling,” free hand lifts to place at his neck, fingertips massaging at the tense muscles. there’s a fleeting moment of vulnerability in which emma can only offer a slight shake of her head. “i just need you to help me forget, tony.” 

“not at all. you’re impulsive and i believe you have the capacity to do something stupid and get us all killed.”

any other time emma would have caved in. asked scott to stay with her the night. with him, the physical part of their relationship paled in comparison to the bond they had built both emotionally and mentally. because scott couldn’t keep anything from the telepath, she’d always remained that same respect when it came to whatever she was thinking or feeling. the good, the bad, and the ugly. and he’d accepted it all, no matter what. relationships come and go, and it wasn’t exactly their split that made things feel so strained, yet how he went about it. with jean suddenly in the picture, it became abundantly clear to emma that scott’s loyalties always lied elsewhere, even in the thick of their own relationship. this leads her with thoughts of insecurity. her psyche may be strong but when trapped inside along with everything else emma has endured, it’s hard to see this gesture as anything but one born of guilt. “no, scott, that’s fine. i wouldn’t want to impose.” a halfhearted smile graces sculpted features. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

[ imessage to rogue ] well, it’s a good thing i don’t live my life in order to please you, or the horde of people who apparently share your sentiments. 

[ imessage to rogue ] i’m not sure what your intentions were in sending this but i hope for your sake you got whatever satisfaction you were severely lacking out of it. 

[ imessage to imbécile ] sounds like a you problem, mon amie. 

[ imessage to imbécile ] and i do not hate you. i think you’re a deregulate, but i do not hate you. 

[ imessage to imbécile ] let me know if you need help getting home. 

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With everything going on with the disappearances, it probably was not the best idea for Remy to come creeping into the mansion in the middle of the night after one of his usual sessions playing cards in the backroom of a bar. But at the same time, he did not want to go right in the front door either, wanting to keep his nocturnal activities to himself. But it sounded like he had not been quite quiet enough this time, since he could hear Emma outside lambasting him. “Ah merde,” he grumbled before finally striding out into the open with his hands up. “Alrigh’, alrigh’, I’m here! Much as I’d love t’ have you drag me outta de bushes, you keep on makin’ a ruckus an’ we’ll have de whole school out here, an’ I really don’ want dat. So maybe we keep dis our li'l secret, hein?” He rather doubted Emma would agree to that, but he gave her as hopeful of a smile as possible anyway.

“charity case? no one ever said anything about a charity chase. those missing mutants sound like more than any of you can comprehend. from what i’ve heard, everyone’s clueless.” eddie’s frustration was now dissipating as frustration took its place. “how many times do i have to tell you? i can walk!” eddie was stunned. he had no idea how but whoever this was knew about venom. it was if she could read his mind or something. “well, dude… the cat’s out of the bag.” as if on queue, a black oily substance began to spill along eddie’s entire body. venom quickly took the reporters place. the simbiote stared down at the stranger, hissing behind his toothy grin. venom’s body lurched forward as he pushed against the mutant’s invisible constraints with a screeching roar. “we are venom.”

the many changes that had occurred within the x-mansion were not so much welcomed ones, but perhaps one could find solace in the very fact that – if nothing else – the mansion itself was still standing. there was still a sense of familiarity ( but what had familiarity ever counted for ? ). however, within only minutes of returning from the city, the voice of a paranoia-struck emma frost rang through the halls. to assuage her, to do… really the only logical thing in this situation, danger stepped into her line of vision. “ emma, it is me. ” simple enough, right ? a scan of the mansion ( however different from emma’s )… “ no intruders are present at this moment. ”

how could he possibly forget that his mansion was out in the middle of nowhere? he only had to pull over twice to pee on the way to this place. “yeah. it’s a pretty nice place you got here. love the paneling around the bay wind-” before he could say much else, the reporter was being hoisted into the hair and dropped down onto his knees before the mystery woman. he suddenly needed to pee again. “you’re going to get us killed, eddie.” brock didn’t dare respond to venom, eyes locked on the stranger. “eddie brock. i’m a reporter. i heard a lot of buzz about those missing mutants. seems like everyone’s pretty shaken up. they lived here, right? i figured i’d check the place out and see if i noticed anything unusual.” he tried his best to get to his feet but his legs remained locked in place. eddie struggled to get a better look at the girl’s face. “uh - a little help here?” “okay!” brocked huffed loudly. “not you.” 

eddie and venom were staking out the spot that pietro kept mentioning. apparently, this was where all of those mutants went missing. the reporter stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping on the wet grass a a voice cut through the night air. “i got us.” brock listened again for the voice through the trees. “no!” i can handle this for now. i’ll let you know if i need you, okay?” “okay.” he had just intended on checking out the mansion’s exterior, but now he was presented with a potential way in - playing nice with some of professor xavier’s mutants. brock walked towards the impressive house. “you don’t need to drag anyone. we - i can walk.” eddie stepped out into the light, approaching the front steps of the mansion as he eyed the stranger. “hello, dear! i’m eddie, your neighbor to the right - my right, not yours.”

⌜  ⁰⁰¹ emma frost. olivia munn. she/her. cisfemale. ⌟ looks like EMMA FROST has joined the search for the missing mutants. the THIRTY FIVE YEAR OLD is known as WHITE QUEEN and works alongside THE X-MEN. they were spotted recently in NYC, hopefully they’ll have some luck finding the missing mutants.