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Emma Frost likes devotion. She’d enjoy loyalty, admiration, just someone who would bask in her presence. She has that kind of queen energy that makes you want to follow her without question.

She embodies strength, intelligence, elegance. Emma is not just powerful, no, she’s commanding, like she knows she deserves attention and admiration.

And you do admire her. Because how could you not? She was everything you find attractive. She caught your eye the first time you saw her at the X-Mansion, and you could only hope you caught hers.

But Emma doesn’t work like that. You would have to do slow first steps. Greet her, show her you like having her around, make her trust you. Make her respect you.

Because Emma doesn’t like weak-willed people. She’d appreciate intelligent conversations. She doesn’t need you to be confident, but be self-assured, maybe challenge her when necessary. Emma doesn’t want a lap dog, she can get those anywhere. After her first real break up with Scott, she had felt too vulnerable. So if you want to create something serious with her, do not worship her blindly.

Stand beside her. Again, earn her respect. Show her you appreciate her and Emma might just actually show a genuine smile. It wouldn’t be big, wouldn’t necessarily resemble a smile. It would probably be more similar to one of her smirks, but it means a lot. It’s a step into the right direction.

Once you two are friends - or the best definition of what friends might be for someone like Emma - there will be more teasing remarks from her. More looks, more times she would specifically talk to you if she had gossip, or simply wanted to rant.

At some point you two would create this kind of dynamic - that standing eye to eye - whereas you both would hold respect for each other. Emma doesn’t want a mindless follower as a friend, so if you’re honest, not agree with everything she says and actually show her genuine support - she might just think about you one night.

Maybe it’s a dream she has, maybe it’s her thinking of you when she sees something she knows you’d like. But at one point, Emma would realize she likes you a bit more than a friend.

As confident as she can be (and she certainly is), she wouldn’t make the first move. Emma likes playing the waiting game. Do not underestimate her. She’s patient with these things, with vulnerability and trust. She’s complicated when it comes to love but she’s not unfair, she would show signs.

So, what’s a classic Emma move? Well, she’d start testing you.

Emma doesn’t rush into things. She’d start subtly testing the waters. The usual friendly bickering and teasing would… be more than just friendly. Maybe a compliment too many, maybe some comment about your love life. She’d want to see how you respond.

She would also let you in more. Her ranting or gossiping would turn to more personal truths. Maybe she’s more willing to talk about her past, or things she’s interested in. She’d subtly want to know if you’re fine with how she is under all this confidence, this (slight) persona of hers.

You’d find her actually actively searching for you (in Emma’s view she’d accidentally stumble across you, of course. She’s independent… no way she’d go look for you.. well.. maybe). She’d stand closer. She might not even start a conversation, just quietly existing near you. Silence doesn’t mean Emma dislikes you. She’s not good with words, or rather words of affection, because yes she can, and will, cuss out disrespectful people. But when it comes to admitting that she feels just a tad bit warmer around you than usual? Never. You’d have to read her actions, her body language. While her face doesn’t say much about her inner conflict, a soft graze of her fingertip when you take a file from her is more calculated and meaningful than you think.

Another thing that is incredibly Emma is eye contact. Now Emma has very bright blue eyes and she doesn’t shy away from eye contact so you can imagine just how intense it would be once she starts staring at you.

She measures people with that piercing stare. She doesn’t even need to use her powers to know what one is thinking. So if she starts holding eye contact with you longer than necessary, with that slight smirk and perfectly curved eyebrow like she’s considering something? Yeah, she’s interested. Shy away from her gaze and you might just miss the slight increase of her smirk.

Problem is: Emma doesn’t like drama. Or rather she loves drama, her whole life is drama, but she doesn’t want her love life to be dramatic as well. So once those butterflies appear, Emma might just come across as uncaring. Or at least she would try to come across as such, wanting to avoid attention to her emotional… infuriation? Basically wanting to avoid gossip.

So, she’d pretend not to care. If you disappeared from an event early (Xavier gives too long speeches sometimes), she wouldn’t give you a second look. But later she’d drop a “You left early. Bored of us already?” as if she wasn’t considering just leaving the meeting as well. She won’t admit she missed you. But she did. More than she should.

After a while of these “signals”, basically this testing phase of hers, one would have to make the first proper move.

As established many many many times before, Emma is dominant. She isn’t afraid to take what she wants. But after the whole Scott dilemma, and her noticing that yes, maybe she wants something more… meaningful, something deeper with you, she might hesitate. She doesn’t like vulnerability, and wanting someone, wanting you, makes her feel that way. If she’s unsure how you feel (Listen, while Emma might be full of herself, and you giving her heart eyes like a love-sick puppy - so that everyone’s kinda really aware of your feelings - this emotional conflict in her would make her doubt you. She’s cold and calculated but not frozen inside.) she’d wait. Or toy with you a bit, seeing if you’ll step up, if you make the first move.

And you probably should. Do it in a way that doesn’t feel overbearing though. Don’t make her feel chased, no grant desperate gestures.

Instead match her energy. Tease her back (it’s fine if it’s a bit awkward, it might get Emma to smirk at that) or drop subtle compliments (she knows she’s stunning, compliment her humor instead). One time you told her she was the funniest person you knew, and congratulations, you were the first to ever say that to her. If you like her humor (which is probably just honest quips, or sarcastic remarks), she might do them more often around you. She will do them more often around you.

And if she lingers near you? Don’t call her out on it, let it happen. If she’s choosing to be there, that’s your green light. Do the first move.

So once another Gala was announced (seriously who is sponsoring them?) and after months of sneaking around each other, you ask her out. Or rather, ask her to be your company for the night. And she’d say yes.

You don’t pick her up for it. Her private chauffeur would bring her right to the front of the stairway of the Gala’s entrance. You’d wait for her in your white suit/dress (and while white might not suite you, you wanted to match her. Because Emma ALWAYS wears white.), and once she steps out, you should really be aware of just what reaction you show. Your eyes would widen, jaw dropping, because she truly is eye-widening and jaw-dropping beautiful. She’d walk up to you, looking you up and down smoothly, those piercing blue eyes giving you goosebumps, and simply raise another classic perfect eyebrow.

You’d be at loss for words though, and with a chuckle, she might just lean in a little, lower her voice and say something like “You’re awfully quiet, darling. Cat got your tongue? Or is it just me?” - just to see you react harder. If you chuckle and throw back a casual remark, or couldn’t find your voice, or a mixture of both where your sentence would come out more shaky than usual - she’d love that. It would show her you’re not trying to prove anything, you’re just being real in the moment, you’re just in awe of her.

And if you’re scared of her mind-reading whatever inappropriate thoughts you might be having, don’t worry. Emma might’ve done so in the past with you when you tried to get to know her, but she respects it by now. She respects you. She doesn’t pry, unless necessary. But she might let you think she’s reading you just to mess with you. Maybe a little playful misdirection, maybe a tilt of her head and a slight squint of her eyes. She’d quip back with something like “Relax, I’m not in your head. Yet.” before interlacing your arms, awaiting for you to walk her up the stairs - into the Gala.

Sadly; this was Emma Frost - the White Queen - you were taking as your company for the night. That meant her presence would be stolen rather quickly. Business associates would be there, urgently seeking her out - whether to broast, let their eyes get a good view of her chest, or talk business - either way, Emma wouldn’t be by your side.

You’d converse with other X-Men, have a drink with Logan, dance a bit with Rogue, talk about this really cool experiment Hank has been doing, somehow end up third-wheeling between Jean and Scott and then end up having to choose which one of the two was in the right between their sudden bickering before Ororo would come and save you. The usual.

And it would be fun. They’re your friends, the night’s nice. But it wouldn’t be with Emma. And sometimes you’d catch her eye across the large room, she would twinkle her fingers slightly at you, and if you wave back broadly, a bit too excited for something so simple - no you didn’t.

At some point the noise would get too much, or maybe it was the drinking with Logan, or maybe you simply weren’t feeling the best. But you’d go out to the balcony, lean against the railing and stare up at the night sky’s moon. It was beautiful, peaceful. Quiet. Until you’d hear the clicking of heels, the noise so engraved in your mind, you wouldn’t need to turn around.

Emma would stand beside you, and if your ears were still perked, you’d hear the sigh. She probably managed to escape. Silence would fall over the both of you. There would be many things you could say in that moment, but maybe you should take it soft, maybe you should start again.

So when you open your mouth and compliment her - yes you know that she knows she’s stunning but you have to say it once at least - in a simple sentence tell her that she looked beautiful in that dress, Emma’s gaze might just soften on you. But she’d resort to her usual comeback.

“I know.”

…

“..Thank you..”

You’d turn your head to your side to look at her, only to find her staring back already. There’d be silence again and if you learned anything from the months of knowing Emma, it’s that this meant a good thing.

You’d need a kick of confidence but maybe it was the quietness, the silent murmuring and clinking coming from the inside of the Gala, that would make this moment softer, easier. And so you’d move your hand forward, your finger pointing out until it would bump hers.

And she’d notice the slight shake in your hand, the hesitation, the way you’re now testing the waters like she had been doing for weeks. For a second she wouldn’t move, not pulling away, not closing the distance, just letting it happen.

And then slowly you’d feel it, barely there, she’d move her finger against yours - just once. Something like a ghost of a touch, like an acknowledgement. But it would be there. And you’d hope she would feel the same spark that goes through you.

After a moment, she’d glance away from you and back out at the moon. She’d look utterly stunning in its light, yet you wouldn’t focus on that. You’d focus on how she hadn’t removed her finger yet. You’d want her gaze back on you, so you’d bump at her finger again, maybe even trailing yours down to her palm. The movement would cause her fine manicured nails to graze the top of your hand. And she’d let it happen again, might move her own finger, let one of her nails trace over you.

There’d be barely anything, but you’d know it’s intentional. Everything she does is. It was an answer, a silent one.

And after another moment of silence (there would be a lot throughout the night), with her focus still on the damn moon and not you, she’d murmur - almost amused, almost indulgent - “You’re bolder than you look, darling.”

But you wouldn’t be bold. You’d think you couldn’t be. You’d reply as such, confessing you’re not bold… but rather.. curious?

Emma would let out the softest hum at that - like she was mulling over your words (she was), deciding whether she believed you (she wanted to). Still not looking at you (you nearly want to beg her to), she’d tap her fingertip against your hand once, thoughtful.

“Curious.”, she’d echo, almost to herself. Then finally - finally - she’d turn her head just slightly, enough that her eyes could flicker to yours. Once again studying. Measuring.

“And have you found what you were looking for?”

Her voice would be quiet now, the teasing edge softened - but not gone. Never gone. Because she knows the answer. She just wants to hear you say it.

And when silence rings out again, you’d start wishing for some sort of loud noise. Her eyes could - and they did - make you question it all. Since Emma was not one for words in these moments, you’d ask yourself why you’d have to be. So, maybe, you’d interlace your hand that was still in hers, and lift it up, bringing it to your lips, where you’d press the first kiss between you two right onto her knuckles.

Her face wouldn’t give away a reaction. But she’d watch you more intently, as if her gaze had sharpened. This would ensure her eyes would stay on you even if the moon starts screaming.

Emma’s used to being desired, to having power, but this? It’s something softer she wouldn’t have experienced. Not with Scott, not with anyone else, but with you. Solely you. And she could see it in your eyes, that you wouldn’t want anything in return. You wouldn’t be demanding, you’d simply want to let out all the emotions boiling in you.

Her hand would rest lightly against your lips, her fingers curling just slightly, like she’s considering whether to return the gesture or let it stand on its own. “Well,” she’d murmur, her voice low but not unkind, “you certainly know how to make an impression.”

And then, just before she could pull away, or you could let go of her hand (you wouldn’t, you couldn’t), she might let her thumb brush gently against your lower lip, a silent acknowledgment that she did appreciate it. That she was okay with this, okay with you. Comfortable.

Her lips would quirk up into another smirk. And it would be as if time had slowed. The lip gloss on her lips would shine stronger in the moonlight, stealing your attention for the first time of the night from her eyes to her lips. You’d see how they part, her perfectly white teeth revealed - everything was perfect about her to you - as she’d let out another teasing remark, trying to swallow up this vulnerability that had been growing too fast, too rapidly.

“Not bold you say, mhm?”

And you’re not bold. You wouldn’t be. But your heart would explode, the butterflies would flatter their wings too fast, and your stomach would feel like it was being melted by their speed. And you couldn’t stop yourself.

Everything had been slow, teasing, testing. So when you suddenly stood up straight, to gain stability so you might just be able to lean forward and crash your lips onto hers - onto Emma’s - you’d do exactly that. Your nose would bump into her cheek, your lips interlocking with hers. And you couldn’t even tell what she’d taste like. Because after being stunned, caught off guard, Emma would compose herself quickly.

She’d kiss you back, but with that controlled, deliberate edge she always carries. She’s not letting herself get lost in the moment, but enough to show you that she’s present, that she’s allowing this to happen. And for you it would feel like everything you’ve been fighting against and giving in to it at the same time.

Before you can get lost in the kiss, Emma would pull away. There’s silence again, charged this time, but she wouldn’t let it linger for long. Not now. Not after this. With a quiet smirk, her voice laced with something more vulnerable - perhaps the most vulnerable tone you’ve heard from her - (which she’d never admit), she speaks: “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

But you wouldn’t take it, the moment catching up with you. You’d get flustered, maybe even stepping away, head urging to move into your hands, hiding your face away from her.

You weren’t regretting your choice, you’d simply feel overwhelmed. And Emma would notice the sudden change, staying right where she was, humming and letting her nails reach out to caress your arm. She wouldn’t move closer, but she’d show you she wouldn’t leave either. She wouldn’t push.

After you calm down, after you feel like your lungs work again and your stomach hasn’t melted yet, you’d feel that boldness grow. You’d reveal your head again, lifting it up from your arms, just slightly until you could let your eyes meet hers again.

And you have to ask. Because you can’t tell what she tastes like yet. And you wouldn’t let the night end like this. Your voice would be muffled as you yearn to know if it would be too much, if you’d ask for another kiss. You’d be fine with not getting one. You don’t want to destroy this moment, don’t want to be too much for Emma. But you can’t turn off your heart, it simply doesn’t work like that.

She would take a moment to process your question, her fingers still grazing your arm. There’d be something almost calm about the way she holds herself, despite the tension in the air. Yet, she’s aware of the weight of your words, and she’d know what you’re asking. And she’d actually look away for a second - just one. As if needing this singular moment to think. Emma doesn’t rush into anything. She doesn’t need to. She is her own person, her own control.

But Emma Frost doesn’t play unfair. And if there’s any correlation between the faster pace of her heart, and the tingling in her stomach, then she’d know only one way to answer.

“I don’t think one more would hurt.”

So you’d move your arm that she had been caressing into letting your hand properly slip into hers and squeeze - before pulling her in - no, not pulling, tugging. Because Emma isn’t set on remaining distant, a wind breeze could make her heels click onto the floor, moving her closer to you. And she would. She does.

And you couldn’t make her wait. You’d meet her in the middle, maybe you’d even take a bigger step than she would, but you two meet again. This time it would be slower, more deliberate. Your eyes would close, as the sensation of her soft lips were all there’d be on yours. You wouldn’t know if you sighed, or moaned, or simply breathed out, but you’d be aware of her taste. Finally you’d know.

Emma wouldn’t be desperate. Emma simply isn’t. So if you feel her pushing herself slightly forward into you, if you feel her lips moving against yours or if you’d notice how her arms would come around your neck, nails digging into the back of it - you wouldn’t comment on it. You’d agree that Emma isn’t desperate.

And if this one kiss would turn to two more, or three, or four; if both of your tongues would simply explore the other, just like you’re both testing the waters again, and again, and again; and if this kiss would indeed hurt you both, vulnerability too much and the sudden appearance of such weakness leading to a new stage of your relationship - you’d keep your mouth shut.

Remember Greer's apartment from New Avengers (2005) (click) -> well, to pull Tigra back into the mysticism of Marvel; her original New York apartment before he was forced to move, was a place to which she preserved Cat People artifacts (both Earthborn and the Land Within Cat People) as well as held onto other magical/mystical items. She also had personal effects of Dr. Joanne Tumolo, Professor Leon, and other Cat People who have passed on. -> After she had been assaulted and had to move on orders from the Initiative; her apartment was raided and all items stolen from her. -> Present day, she is looking to find these items and return them to hers to preserve; on the fact that some have historical and cultural value to the Cat People (especially consider most earthborn cat people are gone), as well as items being magical and thus, needed to be kept somewhere safe

GREER, MAGIC, AND MYSTIC AWARENESS -> While you could not go to Greer and ask her to cast a spell like Dr Strange, Wanda, or Loki. She still has strong senses when it comes to mystics and magic, about to smell magic cast, and has quite a bit of understanding due to her over the years accepting herself as Tigra, the Cat People's mighty protector and mystical warrior. She can use magical artifacts, after all her amulet is illusion magic that allows her to appear human again, and she has ideas that allow her to open the doors to The Land Within, to which she has a sense of direction towards where those are. She can tap into magic on specific occasions, and with training could possible even do spell work; as being Tigra, she is in tune with the mystic arts. She will still turn you over to Wanda or Dr. Strange or others who deal in the mystic arts, since she is still more warrior than magician.

HER BABY'S DADDY -> Holding true to comic canon, Greer does not inform her son or anyone/most people in general the truth about William's parentage. She upholds to the lie that Hank Pym is William's true father, and in a way that is true; he does share genetic makeup to Hank Pym. She will speak fond of Hank, though knowing his shortcomings and problems, because of her son. She refuses to give name or power to the truth; some of that comes from Greer not resolving her own trauma, but greatly comes from wanting to give her son something good to grow up on.

RAISING WILLIAM -> Given that her son is not human, and her own experiences with how people can treat Cat People? Curious, perhaps well-intentioned people reaching out to grab her tail, touch her fur, say something that was vaguely offensive, ask questions because she's not human, doesn't hide her power or who she is. Given her own experience, and know how overwhelming that can be on herself, and knowing how she reacts to a given situation say being grabbed (lashed out with claws), or snapping a no and being adult able to say no; she doesn't want that on her son, knows how children could be and does not trust other parent to teach their kids not to see her son has an object, a pet, a toy despite being a kid like them, their friend. William is homeschooled, because the options for non-human kids that aren't "mutants" and can't hide their non-humaness isn't the best.

SO HOMESCHOOL -> this means that a majority of Greer's time is spent with her son, gathering schooling materials and teaching him; now she does enlist a lot of her super friends, or people she can trust to watch him to give herself time to work or time away, as well as even "jokingly" enlisting friend to be "substitute" teachers, or help him do homeschool work he has laid out. Given that she has chose to take this route for her son's education, so that he can be fully accommodated to his needs and safe from people who don't respect a non-human's boundaries. This can leave her quite frazzled.

MIDNIGHT MISSION -> Following Moon Knight (2022) quite closely, with one addition to this; as she stated was sent by the Avengers (T'Challa) to keep an eye on Moon Knight, but does fully flip on that and simply finds herself involved in MK's work. She does consider herself to work with the Midnight Mission and for Moon Knight to some degree; helping out any of those who seek out the Midnight Mission and its services. She does this as a good friend to Marc, as well as because she does simply want to help people in need.

MIDNIGHT MISSION 2 -> Given that that the House of Shadows is presently inhabiting/tied to the Midnight Mission; Greer is very aware of the House's presence and power, given her mystic attunement, Greer does communicate to the House, mostly speaking kindly to it and thanking it for what it does; doing this in part so that the HoS treats her kindly, lets her in, and may in the future want to continue help and defend her, Moon Knight, and company.

INDEPENDENT WORK -> While the best way to contact Greer is through the Midnight Mission and that is where you would find her and meet her, if hiring her out (paid work; sorry, but the half-avengers pension is not as big as you think and she's a single mom) normally she will be met there, or around the area of the Midnight Mission. Greer does some independent work; typically her services tie to tracking people or objects down, finding lost and missing things, things that don't want to be found, as well various other related services to her using her senses. She has taken a few odder jobs like bounty hunting, but it's never with intent to kill. For the right price, she can do more within reasons.

MONSTER HUNTING -> Bringing back her monster genre themes, Greer would be an ideal for taking on hunting down monsters and cryptids; she's the survival, predator, and hunter instincts to track down and take down. She tends to be drawn to by mystic instinct and attracts monsters as well. Greer can and will take them down; again hired/paid service.

AVENGER? -> If a crisis arose and her number was called, than she would come but otherwise Midnight Mission is as much team work as Greer does. She's a single mom first as well, but she is not opposed to being an Avenger again; and still keeps in touch. After all, she had originally been spying for them.