The Pick Up Artist by Mello2014
Summary:

Short Stories/Drabbles between Ororo and Thor. Marvel!Universe. 

 

"So...thou art the Goddess of weather?"

 


Categories: Movies, Miscellaneous Characters: Storm/Ororo Munroe
Classification: Crossover, Drabbles , Off Cannon
Genre: Comedy , Fantasy, Friendship, Romance
Story Status: Muse went on vacation, no idea when it will be back
Pairings: Male/Female
Warnings: Fluff, Un-betaed , Work in Progress
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 8 Completed: No Word count: 2239 Read: 40569 Published: February 04 2013 Updated: January 11 2015
Story Notes:

Discalimer:  All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

 

Storm:Lupita Nyong'o (personal recast)

lupita

Thor: Chris Hemsworth

chris hemsworth

Drabble:

A short piece of writing (usually fanfiction but sometimes original), usually no more than a 1000 words (although length is debatable) and often not bearing any real direction or plot. Drabbles are more often used to make a point about the characters or events involved, or to provide an introspection or specific point of view.

These are simple snipets that come to mind. No real plots involved, it's not a story, it's a series of moments.

Once by Mello2014
Author's Notes:

I saw this and was like..."AHHAHAH That's hilarious!"

It's a 136 word drabble. Enjoy! If you want an extension, I'd be more than happy to add more:)

 

“Doth thou feet tire? They have been running through my mind all evening.”

Bewilderment etched into Ororo’s features before she turned, exasperation replacing it, “You again.”

She bowed her head, well, he’s persistent. First it was the drink, then it was the chair incident; how much more damage could this guy do?

“Alright…what is it that you really want?”

“Simply a chance at your heart”, his smile was so confident. It was  almost endearing.

“Not likely.”

“Can we start with a dance then?”

She stared at him. He would not quit, experience had taught her that men like him never would. Men with power and ambition and confidence understood that the natural order of things was to get what they wanted. She was a woman of will, but a dance really couldn’t hurt, because he even though his persistence was exasperating, his handsome face definatley helped.

“Just this once.”

 

End Notes:

It was the corniest thing I could think of at 12am. :)

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