#( also Erik stop being so tall )

[xnecromantia]

“ if i were to kiss someone, it would be you. “ (from Erik? Totally okay if you're not feeling it!)

A Hundred Kissing Prompts II Accepting

"Did you know that today marks another century of us knowing each other?" The Wytch mentioned happily, his arm linked through Erik's own as they walked alongside a riverbed. "We are older than this very river, and yet you look exactly the same as when I first met you." A laugh escaped him as he looked up at the other male; neither a wrinkle or grey hair to evidence the passage of time. His features remained soft and his eyes retained the kindness that instantly soothed a troubled soul. It was no wonder the deceased trusted him. Although his own appearance never changed with age, Mortis' heart had -- sorrow taking hold and revealing itself in the form of tired lines underneath his eyes. It was an impossible change for an immortal - to be affected in such a human way - but the events of Shademarsh had altered him.

Coming back to Erik and the sanctuary he offered had helped to mend the wounds he received from that night, alleviating the darkness and bringing light back to Mortis' soul. Patience and reassurance made it easier for the Wytch to smile each day, to laugh and engage in conversation; a gradual healing process to retrieve who he once was. And he was forever grateful for that.

"I wanted to commemorate our friendship by making you a gift." Since Shademarsh, his desire to create had disappeared -- but now he had somebody to create for. A chance to express his affection in the form of handmade jewellery. His coven often gifted pieces to those they cared about, taking months to make with how intricate they were. No two designs were the same, making them highly unique and custom to the person they were made for. Pausing in their walk, he retrieved a small pouch from the pocket of his hoodie and held it out for Erik to take. Tipped over, a silver ring fell out; a series of overlapping bands that twisted into a beautiful pattern. Between the bands, glass was set and contained a whirlwind of colourful specks. "Wait -- look," he added enthusiastically as he gently tapped the ring, which caused the specks to shimmer and dance. "I infused a bit of magic into it, so it will never dull." He explained, pausing as he allowed the other to try it on.

"I wish I could give you more, but I hope this token shows how much I appreciate you, Erik." Mortis continued, reaching out with both hands to hold one of his. Drawing it towards his own cheek and resting against it, he smiled up at the fairy. It was the same hand where the Wytch had placed a Mark of Friendship on Erik's little finger many centuries ago, mirroring the same place he had his. "Even after our time apart, it was like I never left. You gave me sanctuary without hesitation. I was hurting, but you made everything better. You mean a lot to me, cara--"

'--if I were to kiss someone, it would be you.'

The words were clear as day, spoken inside his mind. It was a moment or so before he comprehended what happened, and when he did, Mortis huffed out an amused laugh. Did he mean to share his thoughts with him? "I heard that." He squeezed Erik's hand lovingly, eyes aglow with gold. All he could do was smile, chest feeling fit to burst. Placing both hands on Erik's shoulders, the Wytch gently pulled him down until they were level. "If I were to let someone kiss me..." he started, before leaning in and pressing their lips together. It was short - sweet - but the message was there. "...it would be you."

[osferth]

confessing

request: She is the sister of Uhtred and she’s a total badass in combat. Maybe that Uhtred sees how Osferth looks at her and when he says something about that he gets all flustered.

pairing : osferth x reader

@unleashthelion im so sorry its been so long 😭 u might not even be into tlk etc anymore but take this anyway

You were only a baby when Bebbanburg was usurped by your uncle Aelfric upon the death of his brother and its heir, Uhtred, captured by the Danes. As a result, you grew up in the fortress never knowing your brother, only anecdotes from Aelfric and your mother Glenna - the former dismissive, the latter loving and wistful. 

Glenna was your one saving grace during your time at Bebbanburg. Having been married to Earl Uhtred after his second wife passed away following Uhtred’s birth, she became his stepmother and loved him as her own. She spoke often of the days following your own birth with fondness in her eyes, describing how Uhtred was a permanent presence by your side - how he had loved his little sister more than anything. 

It was Glenna that inspired your desire to meet Uhtred again, but for years you never got the chance. 

For your safety, she never once voiced her anger and disapproval over Aelfric’s usurpation until you were together in private. He was never fond of you to begin with, and you learned early on that had you been born a boy, you would not have been allowed to live for very long. 

She was the only true protection you had, and when she sadly succumbed to illness you knew, even at the age of eleven, that until you found Uhtred you were totally alone. 

The year following Glenna’s death, you accompanied Aelfric, his priest Aidan, and his army of 200 men to Eoferwic, to meet with King Guthred and march on Dunholm. The infamous brothers Sigefrid and Erik were also there, but that hardly registered. After being told rather gleefully by Aelfric that Uhtred was dead, you were in little mood to do anything except passively go along with everything… until the Northmen inexplicably revealed that your brother was still alive. 

You successfully hid your joy while Aelfric raged and planned to leave upon the advice of Gisela, Guthred’s sister. With little love or need for you to begin with, your uncle left you in Gisela’s care, perhaps hoping that some misfortune would befall you and rid him of his unwanted niece. 

Recognising your neglect at Aelfric’s hands, Gisela led you from the meeting and promised to keep you safe. The two of you escaped Eoferwic together and found sanctuary in a nunnery, where you spent the next three years in relative peace. Understanding your desperation for any information about your brother, she revealed her knowledge of him and described everything - how he had grown up and found a family alongside Danes, his appearance, his personality, his love for her, and the words he spoke of his beloved sisters: blood and adopted alike. 

When the nuns could protect you no longer and your uncle’s priests arrived to forcefully marry Gisela to him, you feared losing the only constant you had found in your life - until you were joined by four more people. 

At once, your eyes locked on the man that angrily strode forward. Though he had grown tall and his hair now long like a Dane’s, you knew that this was your brother. 

Too stunned to speak, you could only watch as Uhtred ordered the abbot to release Gisela’s hand. Although he did, he refused to stop repeating the fact that she was married to Aelfric despite Uhtred persistently telling him to stop - which resulted in him killing the man, and it surprised you less than you thought it would. Glenna had always told you what an impulsive boy he had been, after all. 

After reuniting with the man she loved, Gisela beckoned you over, and it was only then that your presence was even recognised. 

“Who is she?” asked Uhtred as you stood before him. 

“Your sister,” Gisela replied, beaming at you. “Y/N.” 

“Hello,” you mumbled shyly, unsure of what else to say. 

Uhtred stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide. “You are certain?” 

“Your uncle left her in my care three years ago, just after you were taken.” 

You could see the tears swimming in your brother’s eyes before he swept you up in an almost bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, ástin mín,” he whispered. “I wish I had been there to see you grow.” 

You were crying too, but your tears were those of joy. “Mother told me all about you. All I wanted was to find you, but I never thought I could.” 

“You are here now,” he said, “and I promise I will never lose you again.”

~~

Uhtred was a man that kept his word. He brought you to live with him and Gisela in Coccham, where you stayed as a family. You had always hated feeling so powerless, and so you requested your brother to train you as a warrior - you had only been foolish enough to ask this of Aelfric once, but you knew Uhtred was nothing like him. 

He agreed at once, jumping at the chance to bond with you at the same time as improving your ability with a sword. 

Under the tutelage of your brother and his friends, you quickly grew into an adept fighter. As the years passed, you became a worthy opponent in sparring matches, your skill nearly as refined as those who had taught you. 

Despite the upward turn your life had taken, there were things you still wanted. As much as you loved Uhtred and his friends, you needed someone your own age - a companion you could spend your downtime with. 

Just as you were on the cusp of becoming a woman, your wish appeared to be granted when Osferth entered your brother’s service. Although Uhtred was sceptical of his potential, you couldn’t care less - Osferth was the same age as you and would surely improve with time, just as you had. 

His gentle manner and soft-spoken words were such a vast difference from the brusqueness you were used to that you instantly took a liking to him. He was always careful to address you as ‘Lady’ until you insisted he used your name instead - which was a slow change, given that he would often accidentally revert back to the term of respect. As much as you jokingly scolded him for it, you never truly minded - he was so sweet that you could never be annoyed with him for long. 

You trained alongside Osferth and saw him through Beamfleot, the first taste of battle either of you had ever had. It was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, and it brought the two of you closer than ever. 

Although battle, maturity, and time spent with Uhtred’s friends had greatly improved Osferth’s confidence, there was only one prospect that rendered him as nervous and shy as the day he had first asked to join Uhtred. 

You. 

Although the two of you were close friends, he had long wanted something more. His heart had yearned for you since the day he first laid eyes on you, and every day after that. He loved everything about you - your laughter, how you fought, the way your hand slotted perfectly in his, the cheeky grin that often graced your features… he could go on. 

He wished you knew the truth, but he could never bring himself to admit it and risk ruining the friendship you had. 

One afternoon, you were sparring with Sihtric while Osferth sat close by with Uhtred. 

He watched you parry a blow with a deftness that made it look ridiculously easy, and smiled fondly. You were incredible in combat, and he both adored and envied you for it. 

His gaze was solely on you which, unfortunately for him, was soon noticed by your brother. 

“Enjoying the view?” Uhtred teased, nudging him a little. 

Flushing, Osferth quickly averted his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean, Lord,” he mumbled. 

“You have all the subtlety of a nun in a brothel, Osferth.” 

“Lord!” 

Uhtred snorted. “Well, your affection for my sister has hardly gone unnoticed.” 

Osferth’s head shot up at once. “She knows?” 

“I meant amongst the men. As far as I know, Y/N has no idea.”

“Oh.” 

An amused Uhtred watched his shoulders visibly sag. “I’ve never seen someone look so disappointed and relieved all at once.” 

“I don’t know what to do,” Osferth sighed, his gaze returning to the sparring match before him. You had just managed to knock Sihtric to the ground, laughing as you helped him back up. 

“You could try talking to her,” Uhtred suggested, a wicked gleam in his eye. 

Osferth looked at him sideways. “I am not you, Lord.” 

Your brother hummed. “No, you are not.” 

When he said nothing more, Osferth rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m going inside-” 

“No, you are not.” 

Huffing, he sat back down. “Why, Lord?” 

“You will talk to her,” Uhtred decided. “You’ve been yearning long enough.” 

Osferth frowned. “And what if it goes wrong, or- or what if she doesn’t like me? I can’t ruin our friendship, Lord. It’s not something I want to lose.” 

“You have a choice, Baby Monk. Either you take a risk and maybe get somewhere, or you can remain silent and get nowhere at all.” 

Before Osferth could respond to that, you and Sihtric approached the two of them.

“Did you see me knock Sihtric on his arse?” you snickered, leaning on your sword slightly. 

Uhtred smiled. “I did, ástin mín.” 

You looked across to Osferth, but his gaze remained fixed on the ground for some reason. 

“Do you two want to come to the alehouse with me?” you suggested, hoping Osferth would respond, but your brother spoke up first. 

“I think I’ll miss it today,” he said. “I’m going home to my wife.” 

“And I’m going to mine,” Sihtric added, but you already knew that. 

“S’pose it’ll just be us, then,” you smiled at Osferth, “unless you’ve also got a wife that I don’t know about.” 

Finally, he looked up at you and returned your smile. “Lucky for you, I haven’t.” 

~~

The alehouse was bustling when you arrived, but you managed to wangle a small spot in the back corner, half-hidden by a wooden beam. It was cosy enough, and neither of you minded one bit. 

As you sipped on your ale, you quietly observed the man before you. Every time your eyes dropped to your mug, Osferth’s gaze would find itself back on you - although he was trying to be subtle, you noticed, and it amused you to no end. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Y/N. Is something bothering you?” 

Osferth received a grin in reply, one that made his heart flutter in his chest.

“Not at all. I was just waiting for you to say something. I’ve realised I talk far too much, see, so I thought you might like a turn first.” 

“You don’t talk too much,” he said at once, his expression hardening. “I don’t mind. Why, has anyone told you that you do?” 

“No,” you assured him. “Just some introspection, I s’pose.” 

His features softened at that. “Perhaps you should do a little more of that, then,” he smiled, “if that’s your conclusion.” 

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. 

After a moment, he took a rather large swig of his drink. “You fought really well today,” he said, his gaze meeting yours. For the first time, you felt you saw something else in his eyes, something beyond his usual fondness for you, but you could not be certain. 

“Thank you,” you replied, beaming at him. “You… did see me knock Sihtric on his arse, didn’t you?” 

“Of course I did,” he answered, “and I thoroughly enjoyed it, too.” 

Both of you laughed then, only breaking eye contact to take another well-needed sip of your drink. Your heart was starting to beat uncomfortably quickly, and you suddenly felt the need for a little extra confidence just by sitting across from him. 

“You and Uhtred seemed deep in discussion about something,” you pointed out. “Was it something important?” 

Osferth exhaled before answering. “It was - it is. It’s really important.” 

“Care to share?” 

He frowned into his cup before finally answering, refusing to meet your gaze once again. “I like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’d hope so.”

Despite whatever he was seemingly wrestling with, his eyes momentarily shot up to give you an exasperated look. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sorry. Go on?”

“What I meant was…”

He trailed off for a moment.

“Yes?”

“Y/N,” he groaned. “Give me a second.”

You grinned. “Alright. Sorry.”

Although you were being as patient as you could, the time he spent poring over his drink was beginning to feel like an eternity. Above all else, you did share Uhtred's blood... and your brother wasn't exactly famous for either his tact or his patience.

"D'you have feelings for me or something?"

His head shot up at this but, despite what you had expected, he didn't deny it. Instead-

"Yes. I do."

And for once, it was your turn to be silent. You felt incapable of saying or doing anything except staring at him.

The silence that descended upon the two of you stretched on for an uncomfortably long time as you processed the news with wide eyes. Osferth was beginning to fidget uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on his mug of ale - this silence could not bode well for him, surely-

“So do I.”

At once, his head shot up again, and if this moment was not so serious, you might have laughed at the comically shocked expression on his face. His eyes were wide and his lips parted, as though he truly had not expected such an answer from you.

“For you, I mean,” you added stupidly. “Not - not me, obviously.”

Why on earth would you say that?

Osferth stared at you for a moment, an unreadable look in his eyes, before he started laughing. Soon, you joined in, the two of you in fits of giggles, perhaps brought on by happiness or sheer relief that your feelings were mutual.

When they eventually subsided, you regarded him with pure fondness… though there was a gleam in your eye, too. At once, he picked up on it and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he questioned, his lips quirking up into a smile.

You grinned at him, reaching across the table to take his hand. You didn’t miss the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks when you did so.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Laughing, he obliged at once and stood up to walk home with you. And for once, neither of you let go of the other.

[star-lights-up]

Erik who works at a customer service call center and Charles who wont stop calling in because he wants to talk to Erik

(i’m bored and decided to bother you with this random idea)

Ohhhhh I love this!! This is so cute.

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I can just see charles, the old professory fart that he is (even in his thirties) having no clue how to work the new website the college is having the professers use for their classes.

Naturally, he calls the customer service line -- and it gets answered by this really sexy sounding guy with a german accent.

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Now, Erik, who's been floating around, well, the world, really, for the past... well, forever, really, no family, few friends, has just landed himself in America for the first time. One of those friends (probably Emma) gave him a low-level customer service job at one of their locations in the states, just for while Erik's getting settled and until he can find some real work as [insert job here. No, I'm not lazy. it's like mad libs].

The problem is that he's got a really thick accent, so he's been having this totally shit first day (lots of people asking him to repeat things, him stumbling over his words as he gets more and more frustrated with them and himself, supervisor glaring at him for how long he's taking).

Then this posh sounding guy (a complete idiot, by the way -- who can't figure out where the menu is on a website!? Click the fucking waffle in the corner) who gets everything Erik's saying right away.

Thanks to posh guy's attempts, they begin to strike up a bit of a conversation. Erik says that he's from Germany, but has been floating around a little. Posh guy says that he's lived in the states for most of his life, but was born in england and went to college there. He even speaks German -- something he attributes to his mutation, telepathy. Erik's ecstatic to learn that posh guy is a mutant -- the first mutant he's talked to in the states!!

Erik's supervisor is glaring daggers at him, and he's sure he's on the verge of being fired, so he tells posh guy that if he doesn't need any more help, he's got to go. Posh guy bids him farewell.

By some miracle, erik's not fired. And then posh guy calls again the next day -- and the next, and the next, and the next, and then one day he leaves his number and says for Erik to text him.

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Charles gives sexy accent guy his number and tells him to text anytime since he figures the man could use some friends here in the states. Charles knows what it's like to move around a lot, anyway -- between going back and forth from England during his childhood and back and forth between his parent's houses, he's got some experience. And the world is getting better, but it's still not super friendly to mutants.

Also, maybe, they could meet up sometime. And maybe sexy accent guy is sexy in person too.

Sexy accent guy texts him.

Hello

Also, my name is Erik

Charles grins at his phone, introduces himself, and puts forth the idea of lunch this weekend. A restaurant he frequents, not too near his apartment or his work, lots of people. The worst thing that could happen is that Erik is a 90 year-old-man, and even then, Charles could do with another friend.

Erik, after a few minutes of radio silence, agrees.

"Charles, this is probably the dumbest thing you've ever done." Raven sighs over the phone.

"Raven-"

"No, really. The dumbest. He could be a total psycho, or eighty, or-Why! Why, why, why would you do this?"

Charles lets her scream at him, putting his phone on speaker and lowering the volume (that, he knows how to do). She'll go on for a while -- he can read the paper while she does.

But of course, when Charles gets to the restaurant, there's this tall, hot guy with steel gray eyes and auburn hair standing outside. He pulls out his phone to text Erik, trying to ignore hot guy -- and then said guy's phone beeps.

"Erik?" Charles chances an ask. The man's eyes light up. He straightens, stepping forward, hand extended.

"Yes. You must be Charles." And there it is -- that sexy voice. He doesn't smile, really, not yet, but there's a look on his face that makes Charles know he really, really, really wants to see Erik smile.

(He does by the end of lunch -- it's a lovely smile).

(He's also kissed him by the end of lunch. He had a glass of wine, okay? Raven warned him not to, and he did anyway. He has no one to blame but himself. Thankfully, Erik didn't seem to mind at all).

(Erik's really fucking glad Charles kissed him first. He wanted to as soon as he saw him, really -- though that would've been wildly inappropriate -- but there was no way he'd have the guts to do it).

(Charles takes to calling the customer service line at his work and flirting in between his inane questions, making Erik blush and his boss glare at him. Honestly, he can't say he even minds).

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Is this.... anything like you were hoping for? XD Thank you!! This was a fun write after a tiring day -- good to stretch my brain and do something creative! Honestly, might turn it into a fully written oneshot at some point (if that's okay with you!!) Have a nice day/night, I hope your trip is going well!! <3

[jeanmoreautemple]

A hard task: Rank the AFTG characters by attractiveness!

Hi nonny thanks for coming

Hard indeed, I hope you meant by how attractive they are in-universe, cause I’m going with that:

Allison. As per the extra content, Allison is straight up objectively beautiful, the kind of beauty you stop and gawk at in the airport according to Nora. She also has all the products and clothes money can buy so she’s always looking flawless. Neil doesn’t mention anything about her looks other than her design clothes but Neil is Neil.

Kevin. Narratively speaking, Kevin should be extremely attractive, as his character is meant to follow the tropes of The Ace and Always Someone Better. The comments Nicky makes about him suggest that he is indeed hot and it is a well known fact, as Erik seems to agree. But he is said to be “handsome through careful grooming”, meaning he needs to make an effort to look that good. His nice appearance is very deliberate. Jean calls him beautiful too, but he also calls Renee a pretty face , when Nora has said that she looks mostly normal, so it might be a sentimental statement.

Jeremy. Another good combo of being naturally good looking + being an athlete + putting all the money and effort he wants into his looks. He’s a rich guy living in LA and we know he goes to the hair salon. Nora said he has befriended 90% of his rivals worldwide and I think great part of that charm comes from his looks. Jean seems to be down for him since before meeting, just from looking at his game broadcasts and articles.

Jean. Jeremy and Laila comment on it first thing meeting him in person, even with Jean’s crooked nose and unevenly cut hair. A bad nose and a bad hair game would usually ruin someone’s appearance, so it says a lot about Jean’s looks. And he is putting 0 efforts as he believes he’s worthless. Jeremy mentions: raven haired, tall, all coiled strength, long limbs—you get the idea. And again narratively speaking Jean should be good looking: it’s depressive but most outside the nest so easily believing the rumours follows the So Beautiful It’s a Curse trope. Two contemporary characters with SA storylines heartbreakingly similar to Jean are Finnick from The Hunger Games and Genya from the Grishaverse, both also beautiful and SA’d since little in front of everyone. Both easily dismissed as seducers.

Neil. Good looking enough for Nicky and Andrew to take notice from the beginning, and for Allison to immediately try to flirt with him to make Seth jealous, even though he’s like 5’3’’ and Seth was like 6’1’’. And everyone thought he was trailer trash lol. His face card must be insane. He also puts absolutely 0 effort into his looks.

The rest all look normal according to Nora, but shoutout to Matt who gels his hair into spikes and is (at least) 6’4’’. I personally thinks he’s super hot.

[new-tella-us]

I’ve had this mofo drawn for so long but I keep on forgetting to post his story.

The entity, Sam edition

Waking up in a thick forest, Mika lays on a bed of hibiscuses with no idea where she is or how she got there. She looks up to see the sky almost completely covered by the leaves of the trees that surround her. What little sky she could see is slightly warped by a glass roof squared off and connected by metal glazing bars. Every entity inhabits an infinite space, for this entity, that is the greenhouse.

As Mika stands and wanders through the greenhouse, she takes notes of the flowers, both the ones that look familiar and the more supernatural ones. She spots an odd looking daisy; it was green, iridescent and translucent like glass. That, however, wasn’t what made it notable; it was what was on the flower. A familiar dog tag hangs limply on the flower, it had the same S engraving on it. Is Sam here too? Mika takes the dog tag, now concerned for the safety of her incubus. Her search becomes more focused, no longer gazing at the flowers but instead, trying to find Sam and make sure he isn’t hurt.

Unbeknownst to Mika, someone was following her from a fair distance. He stares at her curiously as she searches for Sam. Eventually though, he got too close and Mika caught the vague smell of burnt daisies. She turned around too quick for the entity to hide and caught him red handed. This man was visually indistinguishable from Sam. Wearing a veiled sun hat, his face is obscured behind the opaque veil save for the eyes glowing a soft red. His hands clasped and his stand regal and demure, it was clear that this wasn’t Sam. They didn’t hold the same energy even if they shared the same body.

Mika backed away, now afraid. Sam is tall and muscular, if he wanted to hurt her, he could do damage. Sam wouldn’t but there was no telling if this entity was the same. “Sam” seemed to sense Mika’s fear but instead of attacking or even approaching, he held his hands up and slowly sat down as if to come off as less intimidating. Mika calmed a little, still shuffling back a good distance but no longer afraid of immediate danger. Maybe they could talk, even if “Sam” didn’t seem like much of a talker, having not said a single word to her this entire time.

Over the course of a short conversation (or more like, Mika conversed and “Sam” answered her questions with a nod or shake of the head) Mika would learn a few things about “Sam”. He didn’t seem to know who her Sam was by his human name, she wasn’t going to say his true name. He also may not actually resemble Sam but rather this area they were in was twisting their perception. He was, in fact, a demon. Possibly a royal one too seeing how he carried himself. And through a joke question, she learnt that this entity has two children, a son and a daughter. Interesting…

Their game of questionnaire had to come to an end however as something approached where they were. The flowers wilted at the Threat’s presence. Mika hid in the bushes as the dead leaves and flowers slowly started to weave around each other, forming a man. Mika immediately recognized the dark brown hair and tall frame. James? It seemed to be, though he looked angry as he passed by, red cape floating behind him. “Sam” stood to the side and bowed his head at the threat. It took only a blink for “James” to change into “Erik” then “Matthew” then “Damien” the only consistent thing being the angry scowl and the red, blood stained cloak.

As the threat passed by the bush Mika was hiding in, she hid deeper only to stop hearing the footsteps of the threat. She took a second to peek and see if he was gone and was met with nothing but sharp eyes staring back.

She jolted out of her sleep, sweat pouring down from her face. She was back in her bedroom, her Sam sleeping right next to her. Thank god… it was just a bad dream..

[bronzeandsage]

DWC 2024 - Day 3 - Morose/Strength

Fire and smoke were becoming all he knew as the tunnel vision continued to set in, so the idea of something coming out of the flames was both a surprise and terrifying concept. As far as the orc had been aware, he was all that was left to die on the sinking ship. Maybe luck was a lady tonight?

A tall figure passed through fire with ease, his robes not even singed in the least from the flames. As he drew closer the tunnel began to focus more on the person, especially as the shoulders widened and the face narrowed with a clean white beard.

Not a lady.

Skin of dark purple and ears far to large for the normal human's also stood out with soft glowing golden eyes. An elf. Not at all what he had hoped or expected. The thought of sighing in frustration could only be that as the sucking stab wound in his abdomen continued to bleed. Belly wounds truly were the worst.

Blinking once, the figure was 10 feet. Blinking twice, now what he assumed was five. Blinking again, but a few inches from him as he leaned down to regard him with a surprisingly calm and welcoming face. To further his lack of surprise, the voice carried the same gentle cadence expected of their face. But from the set of his jaw and intensity of his gaze there would be no lack of strength.

"Ishnu-alah, Sevlaz."

@daily-writing-challenge

The vulpera leaned over the counter of his cart to his most frequent customer, what he figured a welcoming smile reminded Sev too much of mischief yet to come. Stereotypes weren't applauded but couldn't be ignored.

"Biggrin," Sev replied finally as he eased himself onto a low stool to sit more eye level with Erik who raised his oversized hands in mock forgiveness.

"Sorry?" The fox replied with that same half open mouth that was supposed to be a smile.

The orc would adjust himself a bit on the stool as he answer. "It was Biggrin, that's what they used to call me."

"Oh well, that makes some kind of ironic sense as far as I've known you, the idea of you being happy seems kind of farfetched," came the chipper if not blunt reply as the vulpera busied himself with dicing some vegetables.

"As if you could tell, Erik."

Erik'red gave a guffaw of a laugh as he swept up the onion and tossed it into a bowl before grabbing another to chop. "I got a nose for these kind of things."

"You got a nose for sure."

The knife in the cook's hand tapped his cutting board as he let his toothy grin shut just as much as his eyes narrowed at Sev. "This how we're gonna be today? Cause if it is, you can just mosey on back the way you came."

Sev raised his hands in surrender to placate the shorter creature. "Alright alright, I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"No, I am not," Sev replied quickly before resting his hands on the wood counter. "But I am the customer, and as they say I'm right."

"No, the customer is always an asshole, which we both know you are," Erik returned to his chopping with a heavy clops of his knife. Despite the antagonistic nature of the conversation, the vulpera's tone never jumped or followed the direction of the banter. People would joke about the optimistic views and attitude of the fox-folk, but in world of demons and giant swords the world could use a bit of optimism.

The thief would snort before reaching up to scratch at his whiskers and eye the steaming work behind Erik. "What's good today?"

"Well," Erik stopped chopping to look up in thought as he listed off his menu today. "Got eggs, an omelet, and a mystery dish."

"Mystery dish?"

"Coming right up!" Erik replied cheerfully as he turned to start into his makeshift kitchen and stove top.

"Wait! What I didn't order that!"

"Yes, you just did."

"It was question."

Erik would tilt his head slightly as he stared at the orc. "No that was a choice, so now you get it."

"But I don't even know what it is!"

The vulpera rolled his eyes and spoke over his shoulder as he went back to his cooking. "That's why it's a mystery. Some times, Sev. Some times."

The orc thief glowered before rubbing at his face as he did his best to guess what was coming and decided it best not to. His thick hand would reach into belt to pull out a faded blue wallet, unfolding it to reveal a cushioned clay pipe. Stem and bowl screwed gently together before digging into a side flap for some of the dried silverleaf he had been smoking since he came to that wretched swamp. He'd pinched some from a couple of footman that had been left into the muck after the Blackrocks had wasted them. An ugly mess with a supremely wonderful result.

"What you got to drink Erik?" Sev called over the flames and sizzle of what he assumed was meat, the stench of fish overpowering much else. The pipe put between his teeth before peeling a bit of wood from the counter to use as light from a hanging lantern, the silver smoke flowing up around his mangled green face as he watched the vulpera's back.

"Uh, I got water, the grog, and some troll sweat," Erik called over his shoulder again as he grabbed a couple of skewers and began to slide on the meat before tossing it back on the flames.

"Troll sweat?"

"It's not actual troll sweat," Erik replied as he wipes his oversized hands on his apron. "Least I'm pretty sure it's not."

The red eyes narrowed in a concern and confusion at the lack of assurance he felt from the fox's reply. "Give me the grog."

"You got it," came the quick reply as he reached under the counter for his pony keg. A click and heavy rush of liquid from below before the clay cup nestled gently on the top. "There ya go, the 'bobs' will be ready in a jiffy."

Sevlaz tried not to show his contempt of the phrase 'jiffy' before hanging his pipe a moment for a full pull of the warm amber drink, feeling the clay scrape his upper teeth and clicking his tongue a moment. "Not bad this time."

"I try only my best," Erik wiped his hands again in to his apron before eyeballing the frying supposed meat behind him, tail switching back and forth as he watched the fires lick it. "How ya want it?"

"How do you serve it?"

"Hot."

Sev sighed and took another long drink.

[beanibon]

My turn now! Gimme a story of Eriks with a reader who works as a baker whose shop Eriks frequents as they slowly fall in love >:)

I'll do you one better Ember 💜

~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~

Eriks x Baker!Reader - Prequel

Mondays were your slowest days, not even many regulars came in on that cursed day that signalled another week gone by. At least it offered you time to experiment, trying out new flavours, or just simply seeing what new things you could add to the menu.

You were displaying some pastries when the door swung open, a familiar face entered as you greeted Lina, back turned before you could see the company she had.

Lina was certainly a rowdy customer, but the kid had heart. Normally she came by to buy this week's bread, or to occasionally treat herself to a sweet or two.

"What can I do for you today, Lina? Who's your friend?"

As you turned back towards the young girl, startling at the sight of the tall blonde standing behind her, bent like child trying to hide behind their mother. It was certainly something you weren't expecting, and you didn't have a clue who this man was.

"Apologies {name}, this is Eriks, he's new around here," Lina introduced her new friend, gesturing to the man known as Eriks, who gave you a shy wave. "Granny and I are looking after him, do you think we could pick up some extra bread?"

You quirked a brow up at the man, who despite his hunched over form, still towered of Lina. His gaze drifted between you and the assorted box of donuts that you sold, acting childish as he leant over to whisper something in his companions ear.

"Also throw in a box of donuts, please." Lina grumbled, side eyeing Eriks.

"Of course, just be lucky you pick up on Mondays, otherwise I wouldn't have any extra loafs around this time." You huffed, disappearing into the back as Lina shouted a "thank you!".

Once you started packing Lina's bread order, you overheard Eriks speak, eavesdropping as you selected the extra loafs of bread.

"She seems a little scary."

"Ms {name} is always harsh towards strangers, she much prefers the quiet of her regulars. Don't worry, once you come around more often she'll warm up to you." You didn't appreciated them clearly speaking behind your back, but at least it wasn't anything overly negative. That you could let slide.

"Along with the extra loafs and box of donuts, that brings your total today to $25.95." Placing the box of bread down, you turned to grab a box of your signature donuts before getting stopped.

"If you wouldn't mind, can I get that box actually?" Eriks pointed to another box, shyly laughing as you gave him an unreadable stare before ignoring his question.

"You'll get what you're given."

"So cold." Came the wounded tone of the blonde, who now had tears streaming down his stubble covered face.

"The hell's his problem?" You asked as Lina paid for the items.

"He's weirdly sensitive, would you mind grabbing that other box? I'd rather not deal with his whinging."

You wanted to deny her request, just like you'd done with Eriks, but one look at that pathetic excuse of a man, something had you swapping those boxes. That's when you officially met Eriks, leaning back when this sunshine man beamed a blinding smile your way, thanking you profusely for just simply switching a box of donuts for another.

He was odd, not to mention completely weird. But if Lina trusted him, you suppose you could too.

A couple of weeks passed since meeting Eriks, and he'd now become a frequent regular of yours. He mostly came for the donuts and some calming tea, sitting at a spot you associated as his now. Occasionally his order would change, and Eriks wasn't the type to shy away from trying your experimental pastries. He was always polite, but terrible at lying, so you'd catch on if he liked something or not.

Over all you didn't mind the guy, finding his company enjoyable when he wasn't being a complete moron. Hell, the guy made you laugh a few times.

"Morning {name}! How's everything this fine afternoon?" Eriks greeted excitedly, cheeks flushed when you turned to greet him, pushing a plate his way. "What's this?"

"Creme Broulee donut." Came your simple response, boiling the kettle to make him his tea.

"Oh! Experimenting again, are we?" He quipped, happily taking the delectable pastry, admiring the sugary coating that hardened on top like glass.

"Creme Broulee is my favourite dessert, plus you like donuts, so I thought combining the two would be a good idea." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but the sound of sniffling had you groan.

Eriks was all teary faced, dramatically sobbing as he held the donut. "That's the most sweetest thing someone has ever done for me, you're too kind {name}."

As much as you wanted to deny that it wasn't for him, you simply couldn't. That annoying voice reprimanding you for trying to push Eriks away, when in reality you gained a soft spot for him in that walled up heart.

Eriks excitedly took a bite of your donut, whimpering as more happy tears streamed down his cheeks. Guess that was a yes on that experiment.

"You haven't ascended to heaven yet, moron." You laughed, sliding the tea over to him.

"I feel like I'm in heaven, are you sure I'm not among angels right now?" He sighed contently, taking another bite.

"Positive, they refused the hit I placed on you." Eriks whined, leaning over the counter pouting.

"So mean, what happened to that sweet girl from before? I gotta say I much prefer her, she doesn't bully me." Your eyes rolled at his antics, scoffing in mock offence.

"Just shut up already, I already tolerate you enough with the trouble you get into," Again Eriks whined, making it clear he found this bullying unfair on his part. "But it's not to say I don't enjoy your company."

Eriks gave you a bright smile, this time you could sense the genuineness behind it, unlike his usual polite smiles that held no emotion. It was refreshing to see, and you couldn't help but give one back, cheeks dusted with a light pink.

"You're rather beautiful when you smile."

"Wha- huh!?"

"I said-"

"I heard you the first time, where the hell did that come from?" You spluttered, flustered by the sudden tenderness his voice held.

All Eriks gave was a small chuckle, leaning forward to place a kiss against your forehead. The small action had you red faced, mouth agape in surprise.

At first the blonde thought he'd done something wrong, maybe took it too far, but those thoughts were all swept away the moment you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a heated kiss.

Both Eriks and you moaned into the kiss, using the counter between you two to balance as the kiss deepened. The moment you pulled away, panting heavily, Eriks was already moving to come around the counter.

"Can I do something? I've wanted to do this for a while now, but I was scared you'd chase me out with a rolling pin." He sheepishly rubbed his neck, staring at you expectedly.

"Depends, might still do."

Another smile full one genuineness, Eriks now lowered onto his knees, hands rubbing the back of your thighs.

"I think you'll like this."

[dross-the-fish]

How specific can we get when describing doodles or drabbles for anon?

You can go as far as giving me a prompt such as "Anon asks X for a dance" and even provide some context for the scenario but don't get so specific with it that you're full out directing the scene.

I would also request that you don't tell me what expressions to give my characters or ask me to change details of their design. I have had an Anon come in and ask that I draw anon interacting with AWL musical Erik instead of my version of the character. I won't even answer these asks, I'll just throw them out and move on to the next one. You can ask for anon to be short or tall or plus sized and even specify fem or masc body types. You can specify their pronouns but nothing more detailed than that please.

Prompts that are ok: Tall masc anon sitting with Adam under a tree together and enjoying a book (he/they pronouns). <- Detailed enough that I know what you want but the bulk of the scene and how Adam would react are still left up to my interpretation.

Prompts that are not ok: My character is a tall, dark haired man with piercing blue eyes and full lips that twist into a haughty scowl, he has a long scar going down his face and his name is Aaron, he is sitting next to the Hallmark movie Adam, listening to him read with a contemplative expression, Adam glances up from his book to meet Aaron's eyes with a blush. <- that's your OC with someone else's Adam and that's so much detail that there's no room for me to really play with the scene.

That's the point where it stops being fun and starts being work and if you ask me to draw your specific OC I will ask you to pay me because we're in commission territory.

Keep your asks pg-13. Don't request anything graphically violent or explicitly sexual.

That in mind have fun. I enjoy doing these as a way to practice art and writing and I'll continue to do them as I have time and energy.

[maximummusesarch]

[Truth serum!] The boy can't be more than four, but talks like he's six, and moves like a pinball pinging around it playfield: ping! Zip! Zoom! He skids to a stop five feet away from Erik, a little cloud of dust at his feet. Is he holding a purse over one shoulder? Yes. Also, he has a few bugs caught in his white-and-brown hair.

"Hi." Caution. Curiosity. Stranger Danger. "I'm Max." He squints, and then all at once, "my codename is Fastmanslaughter. Doyouhaveacodename?"

Ping! Zoom! Now he's behind Erik, taking an action figure out of his purse that looks like--oh, yeah, that's Tommy Shepard in his Speed uniform. "This is my cousin Tommy, exceptnotreally--" He holds up the toy, and then--zip! He's off to one side, never quite bridging the distance between them.

"Mymomsaysyou'remygrandpa. Do you know my mom? Her name's Woolfbutnotliketheanimal--"

Zip! He's very close to Eric then, his gaze wide and frank before poof! He's sitting with his legs crossed underneath him, making his action figure 'fight' with a battered Batman toy. Now, he's not even looking at him. (Pow! Pow! He cracks the plastic figures against each other.) "And! I have two sisters. Do you have any sisters?"

Zip! Where did he go?? Max... Fastmanslaughter is up in a tree, still regarding Erik with that air of wariness even if he keeps coming back. "We're all goingoutforHalloween--" His words run together like water. He's perpetual motion.

Ping! Right back to Erik, close enough to touch his hand. He stares up at him, eyes large and dark in his brown face. "What's your favorite candy? I like Snickers, but Mama says we have to be careful of the 'Big Sugar Train'. She doesn't like candy."

He holds his arms out on either side of him as if to ask, 'WHO DOESN'T LIKE CANDY?!'

As he does so, a brick falls out of his purse, very nearly landing on Erik's foot.

Finally, blessedly, he takes out the Speed action figure and holds it up almost timidly, head tilted back to look upupup at him. "You're really tall." 'Fastmanslaughter' squints against the sunlight. "Do you want to see my Speed toy?"

TRUTH SERUM TIME ! 

All of... this takes Erik back, for the first time in a long time. He can only imagine that this is what it was like to raise Pietro when he was young, and Erik finds himself glad that it wasn't him who was responsible for raising a young Pietro. He can't imagine how he could have handled Pietro even with Magda, much less as a single father.

"Max," he repeats to himself, instantly aware of where the name comes from. It's the same name his mother and father gave him. The same one he swore he would never use after the war, because it had become too painful to use it. He is glad that the name has survived in his family. His alias could use some work, though. "My name is Erik, though friend and foe alike know me as Magneto."

He strains his eyes, keeping track of his grandson. For as difficult as this is, he imagines that Pietro being able to keep up with him makes this easier. As he lists question after question, Erik knows that he cannot reasonably decipher and answer all of them, so he focuses only on what he deems as the essentials.

"I am indeed your grandfather, your father's father. And I had a sister once. She... passed, when I was young. Before you father was born." When the boy is older, Erik will show him the numbers tattooed on his arm, and explain what he has endured to make it here, and how Ruth really perished.

"I have only met your mother a few times, I'm afraid. Your father and I aren't as close as I'd like." But maybe it will change soon.

When Max pauses with the toy, Erik studies it with his eyes before gently taking it. "Thank you." Is that... when did Tommy have a toy made in his likeness?

[p3rs3pho0n3]

8:27 Sunday Jan 19 2025

Three dreams yesterday today - first:

Was at some indoor/outdoor warehouse building in Union Square in the morning with my mom and carrying a cat, maybe monkey, bright blue collar. Had to drop off some luggage we were getting rid of. The place was packed with arts and crafts and fashion vendors and a safari that had lions and giraffes off in the distance. Was trying to get out after dropping off the luggage somewhere and almost made it to the bus stop on the southeast street corner after getting out to the row of buses with mother, but then had to turn around, cat still in hand, I think for my mother. Went back near the fashion vendors, struggled to find my way out, wanted to see the lions but feared getting too close in case they attacked my cat. Lost track of mother, struggled to get out even though I could see the bus stop before, but the walls all seemed to erect themselves. Had to walk through a line of shorter NYU sjw girls at a jewelery stall and another one of them trying to push thru in the opposite direction pushed me, so I pushed her back, and the cat was on the ground scared - I resented myself for pushing her back instead of just taking it and getting on with it to get out of there, because then she tried to attack me. Woke up

Next

Parents involved, were acting normal and pleasant. Was driving on the beautiful snowy mountainous roads of western Pennsylvania at night, with evergreen trees, ended up in Pittsburgh somehow, I believe Jonny was there. I was carrying a cat with me, maybe monkey. Family too, maybe Taylor from childhood as well. Don't clearly remember all the details, somehow at night we had to walk from one street level - perhaps in that kind of Chinese restaurant outdoor shopping outlet strip, at night, golden lights, through a tiny slit in a door in a brick wall, didn't seem like we could make it. Then someone, maybe Taylor, opened it up for us and we walked down this long dark set of dark brown brick stairs to the street below. Had to get into this dilapidated mini van to drive off, turned around and saw the cat on the street, panicked, had to go back and pick her up, did so, got into the car. Woke up?

Similar area to the high school next to the mountain slope were Ceci was a caring friend in the hall outside the theater, and I hid in a car from a mass shooter, and there was a hideout burrow in the ground in the ski hill next to the school

Next:

Was in a Whole Foods in Brooklyn rushing to get food for Thanksgiving the night before. Had a truck we were filling up and also rented another lorry with a wooden bed to carry vegetables. Parked them next to the check out / gas pumps, one per station, the lorry must have not had the hand break secured bc it rolled down the hill it was on and crashed into the dirty (sewage?) water below. Some men immediately got it out and I got in major trouble. I ran down from the checkout where I was frantically trying to check out all our food and corn with Jonny and others. I walked back up to the truck, where Erik said something about almost being ready to go, he was very tall and towered above me. I walked back down to the end of the slope and exited the store to the left, then wheeled down on my shopping lorry to a Trader Joe's where I've been before in my dreams, perhaps even in that dream, and went looking for bags because whole foods was so overrun they were out. This store was less overrun, and there were two cashiers I tried to avoid for fear I wouldn't be allowed. The nice old blonde Slavic cashier lady got a little suspicious and followed me as I pursued a handful of not-available brown paper bags, but when I told her why I was here, she kindly took me around a back area and got me a couple rolls of small yellow plastic bags with red writing on them. I was eager to take as many as possible because we really had a lot of groceries, but she looked pained, so I only took two. I started to leave, and had to crawl out on the asphalt on my stomach, to the right end of the parking lot, and up the lit slope to the street, all on the asphalt. Numerous people passed, including iva, her husband, and her three kids, all clutching each other lovingly, the kids almost like monkeys on her back. It was humiliating, they saw me, probably realized who I was, but said nothing, and I just kept going. Not sure if I made it back to whole foods before I awoke

[leroypd]

The Dreamer

By LeRoyPD

Wandering through the grave yard it felt like something was watching me. The fog was so thick you you couldn't see twenty feet any direction. The grave stones stood silently like soldiers long forgotten, a scream shattered the silence. A near by tree, that seemed full of leaves was left bare after a burst of crows took flight. I ducked to the ground to avoid the flying ornithurae. "Angie!" I yelled. Where was she? Why did I let her talk me into coming here? "Angie, c'mon this isn't funny anymore!" I shout again.

To my right a large shadow darts by leaving a trail in the fog. An eerie laugh echos throughout the grave yard. Behind me I hear the figure run quickly from my right to my left. I spin around but only see the fog swirling after it. Too slow to move out of the figures way. All around the fog begins to move in a circle around me. The figure runs by again, it is 8 feet tall, a forward curving back, long arm with long claws dangling down.

This thing running around me is not human.... Nor is it any creature known in myth or history. To my right I see it walk towards me, still hidden in the curtain of fog. Its head is a perfect circle, no eyes or mouth. A weird alien like sound emanates from the creature. Behind me the sound echos, but with different pitches.

I turn around to see another figure same has the first except this one is larger. I freeze in terror, icy fingers run down my back stopping in the middle.

I let out a blood curdling scream as the creatures hand penetrates through my body as easily as if I were a wet piece of papper.

I bolt upright in my bed. I have no recognition of the girl in my dream except for the faint feeling her name was Melody. She isn't dead yet but she will be. They all die within a month of my dreams. Lately they have all been similar. Weather turns bad and a thick fog settles down those creatures appear and kill the victims by stabbing their arm through their back. I have had 27 of those dreams... This was 28. Yesterday night I dreamt of "Angie's" death, she died in the same horrific way Melody did.

Before Melody's image is gone from my head I get up a draw her face and add it to my wall. The reports of deaths in this manner have yet to surface on the news. 28 of these dreams and nothing has yet to happen. There are 30 days this month and the first one I've had a banker named Erik is still alive. These kills are either going to happen the 30th or I am dreaming a month early.

I discovered my burden when I was 13. I have had dreams about people's deaths for as long as I can remember but when i was 13 I dreamt my neighbor Edna, who was a sweet old lady who always gave me cookies when I got home from school, died of a heart attack. Three weeks later she had a heart attack and died.

I always felt the name of the person when I woke up and I always remembered it as well. I began looking into them and discovered all of them had died within a month of my dreaming of it.

I began to draw them after Edna so at least someone remembers them. I also want to remember how they looked.

On my dresser my alarm clock buzzes loudly. Groaning I turn it off and get ready for work. It isn't easy being a barista but somebody's gotta get the local public their drinks. God forbid I am ever late. Marty my boss would have my hide if I was even thirty seconds late. He's not a punctual guy just an angry one who tries to find ways to ruin everyone elses day.

The walk to work is as boring as ever, cars on their daily commute, people the same. But as I was walking by a giant office building a man in a vest and dress shirt with his over coat hanging on his arm walked by. He had dark hair and glasses. He was about mid thirties but his style said eighty. Erik. Erik Burton the banker from West Point Banking Services. He is leaving work when he dies. Sad part is Erik is a punctual man and keeps meticulous records of his actions like it was the money he handles. Too bad the day he dies he is rushing and never looked at a calendar. I have no idea when he will die. But with two more days this month I say he has got only a few hours left.

At the corner of the street of the office building I see two girls being loud and holding hands walking all over the sidewalk. Melody and Angie. Best friends since they were little. Inseparable. Such a shame they will die.

At work Marty comes up to me bubbling with anger and I can already tell today is going to suck. "You are late!"

"Am not Marty, your internal clock runs mock ninety," I shoot back.

"Don't get smart with me you were supposed to be here at ten o'clock!" he yells.

"Yes Marty and guess what? It's eight o'clock. If you are going to yell at someone yell at yourself," I tell him and go to clock on early. "Honestly Marty you are the one paying me. My paycheck is a loss to you I don't see why you have to yell at me all the time I am here aren't I?"

His face turns red and he stomps off before he yells at me even more in front of customers. I just roll my eyes and get to taking orders and making them as fast as I can.

The day passes without a hitch and its already closing time. The chairs are on tables all dishes done everything were it needs to be. Marty comes out from the office with papers sprawled out in his arms. As I am shutting off the open sign I see something dark hiding across the street just out of reach of the street light. It darts away while Marty mumbles something at me. 

"Carla did you hear me?" Marty barks.

"Hm? I am sorry what did you say?" I turn around to look at him and he has his usual scowl on his face.

"I said move so I can unlock the door," he says.

"Oh! Right, sorry," I step aside as he rolls his eyes and huffs. He is a short man with a big belly and a combover. His keys jingle as he puts them in the lock and turns it. We step out as he turns around to lock it back. "It's nice out," I say taking a deep breath. Marty looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"Don't make me regret doing this," he says and I look at him confused. "Here.... I want you to look out for the shop from now on," he says holding out the keys.

"Um, but where will you be?" I ask slowly taking the keys expecting him to jerk them away and laugh.

"The misses.... she's not doing well these days..." he says his mood completely changing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, I'll be sure to take care of things while you're away, if you ever need anything just ask," I insist. He nods his head and turns to walk off. The sound from the creatures in my dream rings out from across the street. Startled I search in the dark for the creature.

"What's wrong with you?" Marty says turning around.

"Did you hear that?" I ask still looking intently in the shadows.

"Wasn't it your dumb phone?" He grumbles.

"No it came from over there," He looks to where I'm pointing and notices Im visibly shaken up.

"I'm sure it was nothing, have a good night don't forget to turn the alarm off in the morning." Is all he says before leaving.

In all my dreams people died outside, never has anyone died inside. Trying to remain calm I start to quickly walk home, before I know it i'm sprinting. I hear the same sound echo behind me a few times on my way home.

I quickly scan my residential ID and get inside. I climb the stairs two by two and fly to the second floor. I lock my door and shiver, even though I'm safe at home an eerie feeling has followed me.

I don't want to fall asleep tonight but it seems like a trance falls over me and before I can stop it i'm dreaming of a death. Marty's death.

[erikdragon]

Whatever may come, your heart i will choose ♡

When: October 26th, 2024 Notes: The wedding.

The last 24h until he walked down that isle were the most nerve-wracking and exciting that Erik had ever lived. His mind was in overdrive, overfilled with love and anxiety and all of the plans for the future, for that ceremony, for that night. He went to sleep wrapped around Seth, in what had grown to be their nest of blankets and pillows in the overgrown ballroom. Ever since they started dating, that was where they gravitated towards, it was special, it was theirs. The dragon knew, though, that it wasn't be for long. 

Seth had no idea about it, but he had arranged for a surprise upstairs, the place that was still somehow referred to as "Erik's bedroom". It was never theirs, upstairs. Seth had always been too polite and too mindful of Erik's space, he wouldn't put his own clothes in their closet until Erik told him it was okay. The dragon was set on making the angel feel like this was home, the whole mansion, every inch of it was Seth's now, officially. So he had arranged to move their things upstairs, electricians would come over in the morning, after Chris had rightfully kidnapped Seth to get ready - since apparently it was bad luck for the groom to see... the other groom, the day of the wedding - and they'd change the lighting fixtures in the bedroom, installing dimming lights, much warmer and cozier than the bright ones he had before. That was most of the reason why they stayed in the ballroom in the first place - it had a soft, diffuse light, thanks to the tall windows, and they could see the overgrown garden outside. There were also new plants being moved upstairs, his favorite vines that sneaked up the glass outside were repotted and moved to the balcony, so they could still see the greenery first thing in the morning. 

And then there was Chris's wedding gift.

When Erik reached out to the young wolf asking him to kidnap his holy groom and make sure Seth didn't come to the mansion until the ceremony, Chris asked why - because of course he did. And Erik might've been a bit too eager to talk about his plans, and the wolf was eager to listen, so the 30 minutes that followed were filled with quick hand gestures and squeals from the boy. Erik mentioned the only downside of moving upstairs was losing the view of the stars at night, and Chris asked why not set up a projector onto the ceiling. After explaining to the dragon what in hell's wide land was a projector, Erik was set in the idea. Chris, ever the thoughtful though, asked if he could make a "special projection" as a wedding gift. Confused, Erik agreed. 

That's how, in the afternoon before his own wedding, the dragon was standing in the middle of his bedroom, the lights off and projector on, looking up with tears streaming down his face. Somehow - by technological witchcraft, he was certain - Christopher managed to emulate the perfect view of the sky back when he was first awake, 600 years ago. Erik recognized it right away, there were three times more stars, the sky was clear and bright, and he recognized some that weren't visible nowadays anymore. 

This was home.

The idea that he was going to get to share it, all of it, with Seth made his heart beat so loud in his chest that Erik was certain Seth could hear it across town. 

The hours that followed were a true test of his friendship with both Jason and Warren, since the dragon couldn't seem to stop talking. He did a last round, checking on the staff- 

"Is the ballroom ready?" "Yes, sir." "What about the painting I told you to-" "Hung by the catering table, sir." "Did the gardeners finish-" "Yes, the overgrown is groomed to a respectable amount, sir." "Good. But did the cake-" "Already conditioned as to Master Seth's orders, sir." 

And once Erik seemed to be either satisfied with the answers or ran out of questions, he moved to get ready. Having the Alfa werewolf of the Hollows Creek pack and war incarnate standing side by side in a room commenting about his hair was an experience, for sure, and Erik was glad they kept the eye roll count to a minimum every time he asked. 

He could see the sun threatening to come down when Erik nodded one last time to his mirror, swallowing hard. The dragon pocketed the rings - of the purest of golds, forged from one of his scales - and his vows - scribbled in a selection of thick napkins, because it was way too early for him to have thought about bringing his notebook when inspiration struck, when he watched Seth open up shop in a random Tuesday that his employee called in sick - and he was texting Seth, with the stupidest grin on his face. 

"Ready to be my husband?"

Seth never imagined this day would come. Since his first moments on earth he wondered what it would be like to fall in love or to find someone to spend your existence with but he had made his peace with the idea that it was not something he would be destined to experience. That, until Erik appeared in his live and now he was the happiest he never imagined he could be. 

Now, here he was, getting ready at his best friend's place for his wedding. HIS WEDDING! He couldn't stop smiling thinking about it. He was fresh out of the shower when his phone vibrated with a message from his soon to be husband. Which was quickly answered. 

"I am! I cannot wait anymore. I have to admit I would have rather very much to have woken up beside you this morning, though."

If he chuckled like a schoolgirl with a crush when he checked his phone, Erik didn't care. Not today. "I know, but it's said to be bad luck for me to see you - and you see me - before the wedding ): BUT HEY, in an hour or so you'll get to see me again (:"

Seth pouted to his screen when Erik said it was bad luck for them to see each other before the ceremony, "You don't believe that, but okay, I will have to wait one more hour to see you. Are you nervous?"

That made Erik laugh "True, I don't" he texted back "But I don't want to give fate any chances to be mean to us. I don't think I'm NERVOUS, I'm more ANXIOUS. Waiting is hard. What about you?"

Seth smiled at the answer, "You are right. It's better if we do not tempt fate to mess with us." The Grigori took a deep breath before answering, "The wait is almost over. I'm a little nervous but it is the good kind of nervous! More like excitement."

"Fate wouldn't dare 😛 " Erik texted back, his heart swelling in his chest when Seth talked about being excited to marry him. "I love you" was the only words his brain could think of to type, then he added "I should finish getting ready. You see, I have to meet this gorgeous fiancé of mine by the beach in a few"

Seth's smile now seemed permanent whenever he talked to Erik and his dragon always reassured him, "I hope so." Those three words had become the angel's favorite since the first time he heard them, "I love you too, Erik, very, very much," he answered quickly. "I suppose I should stop distracting you then. I will see you later at the beach. I will be the one in blue with a boutonnière."

Erik was lucky Jason and Warren had grown used to his stupidly in love self, if he was still back on the ship, there would've been tons of cat calls and whistles because of his ridiculous grin "Right, I'll make sure to find you. I'll be the one in front of the crowd, at the end of the isle" he answered, then added " ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 "

Seth was unable to repress a sigh at the text while his smile was still in place, "I know I will find you. I will see you soon ❤️ "

With one last smile, Erik pocketed his phone, moving onto the last of the preparation. Soon enough, he was making his way to the beach. Halfway down the hill he could already see the people finding their seats around the isle, most of them talking excitedly, smiles all around. Followed by Warren and Jason, he walked through the isle, nodding along to the people who greeted them, until they stopped under the archway covered in flowers. "Your boy is late" he smirked at the wolf, knowing full well that was expected. Chris had many great qualities, being on time had never been one.

Jason was feeling a little emotional. He hadn’t been at many weddings after Val and even less after his last relationship went down to the drain, but he was happy for Erik and Seth. He moved to adjust the lapels on Erik's jacket and chuckled, "He's not late. Sebastian is already there, they're probably just taking a minute and here he comes," he said shaking his head as he saw the young wolf come down the side of the ail to take his place on the spot for Seth's groomsmen, "Now put yourself together," he winked as he smiled and stepped to a side just in time for the music to start and everyone got to their feet, waiting for the other groom to make his way down the aisle.

Seth could feel his nervousness raising when the time got closer. He pulled Chris in for a hug, thanking him for all his help and then turned to Trevor; there were so many things he wanted to say to the Nephilim. Just the mere fact that he was alive because of him was something he could never thank him for enough and that was why he had asked him to please be the one to walk him down the aisle. With a deep sigh he reached for the taller man and gave his hand a soft squeeze, "Thank you for everything. Nothing of this would be possible without you, Trevor, and for that, you will have my eternal gratitude for as long as I live," his words were honest and filled with emotion.

Trevor was flattered when Seth visited him at the store a few weeks ago only to ask if he would like to be the one giving him away to Erik down the aisle. There was no way for Trevor to say no to that honor and now the day had come and the falling Grigori's words moved him, making his expression soften, "to me, you are another brother, Seth and nothing makes me happier than doing this for you," he smiled, "now, it's time to get you married," he grinned and offered his arm to Seth. As soon as the music started, he walked his older little brother down the aisle as a radiant with love dragon was eagerly waiting for him.

Nothing could've prepared him for the sight of Seth walking towards him that moment. Between a sea of faces, Erik only had eyes for Seth and his bright smile mirrored the angel's. His mouth was dry when he muttered a sincere "Thank you" to Trevor when the half ling offered him Seth's hand and the dragon accepted it, not letting it go for the rest of his life. "Ready?" He whispered conspirationally to his still fiancé, as the music faded, and people sat back down.

In the past, Seth had believed nothing would bring him more happiness than heaven and his holy duties. He had been sure that was the maximus level of happiness he would ever get to experience, but today, this very moment when he was walking towards Erik to promise each other a life of love and companionship, this was the truest happiness in his existence. As soon as he reached for his dragon's hand, all his nervousness vanished. He gave Trevor one last thankful look before his eyes were set on the love of his life, "I have never been readier," was his murmured answer as they both turned to look at Warren in front of them.

The ceremony went by faster than he thought it would, but it was like the dragon's mind was burning every moment to memory. The knowing look on Warren's eyes when he wrapped the band loosely around their joined hands, the how he could feel the people, their friends and found family, wishing them happiness through their wet smiles. The ceremony itself wasn't religious - because he would never give Seth's absent and vengeful father the satisfaction of having their fate in his hands again - but it followed the old traditions, of when Erik was first hatched. Chris and Jason, the best men, crowned them in white flowers as Warren talked about two souls finding each other against all odds and uniting as one once more. They thanked the earth and the tides, Erik ignited a candle as an offering to the fire and Seth blew it out, offering his breath to the wind. The moon and the sun were both in the sky blessing their union in a twilight of color when Warren said they could say their vows.

The ceremony was beautiful and not one he had ever imagined. He was not old enough to have witnessed the old traditions Erik and apparently Warren had lived by, but he would be forever thankful with his dragon for finding a way to make this day so special even with the absence of a part of him he had lost. He stopped thinking about it and was now ready to embrace these new beliefs. It was uncommon for Seth to be nervous to speak in front a crowd, but these words were too especial, and he could feel a soft blush adorn his freshly shaved cheeks. After a deep breath, he smiled and locked eyes with Erik's, "Today is the joyous day of my existence because I get to join my life to yours, not simply as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your biggest supporter. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I love you with all my heart. You're my love, light, and soulmate. You're the one who never fails to make my heart sing, the one who keeps me smiling, and laughing as I never imagine possible. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live."

Seth could've said a recipe of instant noodles and Erik would've loved it, yes, but he wasn't prepared for the words he heard. It was a rare sight, but halfway through his short, heartfelt speech, tears were rolling down Erik's cheeks and he squeezed the angel's hand, under the embroidered band that tied them together. Some parts could've seemed nice to the onlookers, but went much deeper when they reached Erik's ears, especially when he mentioned sharing Seth's heart. That was it. It was the proof that loving wasn't losing part of his heart. He was giving his own to Seth and getting the angel's in return. 

After a moment too long, Erik recomposed himself, murmuring under a wet chuckle "I'm so glad I wrote this down, damn, I wouldn't be able to form coherent thoughts after that". After wiping his cheeks with his free hand, he reached into his pocket, grabbing a napkin with the logo of Seth's bakery. "It's a bit long, so please bear with me" He used the text just to be sure he wouldn't forget anything he wanted to say, but in the end Erik said most of it staring into Seth's eyes. 

"I never believed in miracles before I met you. Or believed in love, for that matter. I learned from the start that I could never let someone take hold of my heart, it'd leave me too vulnerable, it felt dangerous and violating. So when I met you, I had my heart safe, locked into this chest buried where no one could reach." 

"But you did. You did and it was scary and thrilling and everything I never thought it would be. I craved your touch, I starved for your smile, I longed to hear every word that left your lips, and I thought once I had heard them all, it would end, and I'd find peace again." 

"But it didn't." 

"And it doesn't." 

"And I don't think it ever will." 

"Instead, I've found my peace with you. So I could promise you the moon and the stars and make all of these vague allusions about loving you when you're sick or in health, but I won't. Because that's not enough for me."

"So I promise you, Seth Winfred, that I'll do my damn best every single day to be your peace. I'll respect you as my equal, I'll cherish you like a sunny day, and I'll support you with every last spark of energy in my body." 

"I love you, and I'm going to keep on loving you until far beyond my last breath, Seth." 

"Under the gaze of infinite pantheons I promise you this, and under the sight of the gods of old I humbly request the blessing of the ones who wish for our happiness." 

"May our paths never wind far from one another, and may your hand always find mine in the dark, for mine will be searching for yours too."

Seth was never one to cry, but halfway through his vows when he saw those tears of happiness in his lover's eyes, his voice quivered, and he did reach to wipe a couple of tears that rolled down his cheek. But how, how unprepared he was for the dam that it was about to break when Erik said his bows. He smiled at the initial request, "Always, my love, always," his answer as honest as ever but as the beautiful words progressed, more and more tears rolled down his face. 

It was common to hear angels were miracles to humans, but hearing Erik call him his miracle was one of the sweetest things he had ever heard. It all made sense, and it came to a full circle; one where they both understood and shared with the world that love was such a selfless act that only implied completing each other. Being what your partner needed and loving every single moment you got to share together. Seth swallowed hard and smiled through the tears, murmuring a soft "I love you," at the end of Erik’s vows.

It was really hard to watch Seth cry without comforting him, so when he finished Erik put the napkin back onto his pocket and reached out to cup his cheek, wiping tears away and muttering "I love you" in return. People clapped and Erik took that opportunity to step closer and go against protocol, pressing a kiss to Seth's forehead. Warren then unwrapped their hands and proclaimed that they could now share tokens of affection. Back in the day this was when they signed treaties and united kingdoms, it went from gold coins to scriptures of land and pieces of clothes with the shield of the family. Nowadays though, Erik knew people valued rings. "I'm going to need that hand, just a second" he murmured, playfully letting go of the angel's hand so he could use both of his own to open the tiny box from his pocket. Carefully, Erik picked up the ring inside, an intricate wine, made of the purest gold from his own scales, he was sure Seth could feel it once it touched his skin. This way humans would know Seth was cared for and every other being would know the fury of a dragon would rain upon them if they hurt Seth. "May I?" He asked, gently grabbing Seth's hand to put the ring in place.

Seth smiled at the soft comforting kiss and let out a breathy soft laugh when Erik said he needed both hands for a moment. The ring was beautiful, and he just knew it was literally a part of Erik and what it would mean wearing it. There was another smile and a nod when his dragon asked if he could put the ring on his finger. He could feel Erik's love through the gold band around his finger, confirming his thoughts of it been made of his lover's scales. 

A while ago, Seth had given Erik one of his feathers, long before they turned black and now he was wearing one of Erik's scales , in the most beautiful exchange that clearly symbolized the exchange of their hearts. Moving forward with the ceremony, Seth let go of his beloved dragon's hand to turn to Chris to retrieve the ring he had chosen for his soon to be husband. It was a golden ring with two wings forming a heart, symbolizing Seth giving his everything to Erik, "May I?" he asked back with a teasing smile and right after the ring was on the dragon's finger, Seth pulled his hand to his lips, pressing a kiss over the ring to seal the promise they had just made.

Very few things in the world felt right, but sliding his ring onto Seth's finger was certainly one of them. He chuckled when Seth asked him the same question back "Of course" he said offering his hand, a gentle tug on his heartstrings when he noticed the engravings. He still had it, Seth's feather, Erik wore it every day around his neck, in a delicate bottle. Now humans would know he belonged to someone as well. A soft warmth covered his face when Seth kissed his hand, sure they this kind of gentle affection had never happened around other people. Still, contrary to what he'd think a few decades ago, Erik didn't feel belittled or vulnerable. It felt right, Seth loved him, there was no question. 

With one last prayer to whatever deities who were listening, who cared about their happiness, Warren proclaimed them wed, and with the widest of grins, Erik pulled Seth by the waist, one hand on his cheek as people cheered and his lips touched for the first time his husband's.

This was it. This was the moment they both had been waiting for. When Warren said they could finally kiss and be announced as husband. Seth closed his eyes at the kiss and smiled into it, his left hand now with his wedding band on, pressing over Erik's chest right on top of his heart and in that very moment, everything was perfect in their own little world.

[angelseth]

Still I find you next to me.

Erik makes the most important question of their relationship so far. When:  August 16th, 2022 Notes: written on Discord with @erikdragon

Their nest was by far Erik's favorite spot in the whole mansion, also the only place he wouldn't let anyone else inside. Apart from Toothless, of course.

In the middle of what was once a great ballroom with the front wall and ceiling made of glass, there was the softest of mattresses. A king-sized and tall one, with no bed underneath. The black silken bed sheets contrasted with the pale skin of the man lying beside the dragon, both wrapped in cozy fluffy gray covers, limbs tangled into a comfortable mess after much rolling around. A black ball of fluff purred sound asleep by their feet and Erik watched a flock of birds flying over the sea in the distance, the steady heartbeat of the angel mixed with the sound of distant waves providing a soothing soundtrack to the picturesque moment. A smile sneaked its way to his lips when he felt the angel stir awake and Erik ran gentle fingers up the skin of his back, arm safely wrapped around him, keeping their chests pressed together with the angel on top of him. "Good morning, my love."

Emotional roller coasters had never taken a toll on Seth before his fall started. Feeling too much had never been a problem for him, and not it was not a problem per se, but it felt like his heart was too full of love, especially at a moment like this. Waking up had never been such a blissful moment as now. The warmth from Erik’s skin, in addition to the soft sunshine through the glass wall, got the Grigori stirring awake slowly.

“It’s still early,” his words came out as a sleepy mumble as he angel hid his face in the crock of Erik’s neck, letting out a happy sigh, moving his hand to rest right on top of Erik’s heart, “why are you awake already?” the voice still heavy with sleep even if Seth was not that tired anymore. It was that peaceful state of calm lasting a few minutes as soon as you woke up. Just before worry set deep into his bones, causing him to pull away enough to look at his lover, “Is everything okay?”

A sleepy Seth was one of his favorites, Erik has come to know. The smile on his lips widened at the complaint and he chuckled, playing with the unruly strands of his hair. "I was thinking, that's all" he said simply, offering a smile when the angel looked at him "Actually, I was wondering something, thought I'd check with you first" the dragon said conversationally, still caressing his back "Will you marry me, my love?"

The touch of those fingers in his hair served as well as the most effective relaxant Seth had ever known, and it helped a lot to stop his running thoughts and worries. His heartbeat steadied as his dragon assured him, he was merely thinking about something in particular, but little did he know that the next words would make his heart skip a few beats.

It was impossible for Seth to stay in that comfortable position as soon as the question reached his ears. With a speed that was probably not considered human, the Grigori sat up and looked at Erik with a shocked expression. While the thought had crossed the angel’s mind, he had imagined this question would be presented by either of them in the years to come, “Are you being serious?” was the only thing that came from Seth’s lips, still unsure if he was awake or still dreaming.

A month ago, Erik would have freaked out over the surprise, any reaction that wasn't an immediate yes would be enough to trigger some alarms in his head. Now, however, he was so certain of his choice that he just felt at peace. So, with a chuckle, the dragon sat up as well, facing him "Is that so surprising?" Was his answer. Then he figured he'd better elaborate.

"Well, I was just thinking about how months ago I gave you my heart, yeah, but lately I've come to realize just how deep is your hold into my being." He said, reaching out for his hand, gently playing with his fingers, as earnest eyes found blue ones. "Somehow, ever since I first saw you, you managed to capture my attention in a way nothing else ever did. You seemed so interesting and alluring and I think my heart recognized you as part of itself." His smile softened, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink "And yes, I hear how cheesy that sounds, but I don't really mind right now" the dragon chuckled "But then I gave you my heart, my most prized possession, but I don't think you realize everything else that came with it. Because you see, my love, you're not just the owner of my heart, you are also the sole owner of my thoughts every day, of my worries, my best laughs and my worst jokes. You have my attention, my appreciation, my trust and my devotion and I'd be lying if I said that the prospect of waking up beside you every day for the rest of my life didn't sound like the most soothing of thoughts." Erik took a deep breath, heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

"I love you, Seth, with everything I am." Erik pulled his hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles "I love every single spec of star dust that was once meshed together to create you." He smiled, not mentioning God or fate. Because it didn't matter how or why they were here, all that mattered was that they were "And I'd be honored if I was ever able to call you, my husband."

A pause as he watched the gears turn inside angel's head, a sure smile on the dragon's face "So, you know... Will you marry me, Seth?"

Being speechless was not something Seth was used to, even if Erik had accomplished putting him in that state more than once. Now, his lover had taken it to a whole new level as the Grigori sat there, looking at his dragon with a shocked expression, gapping, unsure of what to say, “It is not the question what caught me off guard,” his admission came in a whisper, “it is the timing and that you beat me to it,” a slow smile making its way to his lips.

With a nod and a squeeze of his fingers over Erik’s, Seth listened carefully, entranced by every word from his lover’s lips. At that moment, Seth was confident there had never been love as pure as theirs, and in a small part of his soul, he hoped this was the reason why he had been sent to earth. That loving someone and being loved like this was the goal of his whole mission and that perhaps, God had let them have this. It was impossible to tell when the tears started, but he could guess they probably shed the moment Erik mentioned the first time he saw him. The dragon probably had no idea how crucial that moment had been for the angel. How Seth’s whole world changed axis as their hands touched, and perhaps, he was being cheesy too, but it was how it had felt. There were no words that could match Erik’s speech. What could he say? How could he explain that in over a hundred years, Seth had never been happier than now Erik was part of his existence?

With trembling fingers, Seth wiped away the tears from his eyes and nodded eagerly, still unsure if there was anything he could say that could explain how his heart was about to burst out with happiness, “Yes, Erik, I will marry you,” and with no hesitation, he threw himself to his lover’s arms, hiding his face in his chest, holding him tight, engraving this moment in his mind and skin as the happiest of his now mundane life.

Erik chuckled at that, a warm bubbling in his chest at the idea that Seth was planning to propose. Or at least that he thought he'd do it before Erik had the chance to.

As if.

Erik never knew what being moderate was. He was intense and moved through life in bursts of passion, but he wasn't dumb. He followed his impulses, yes, but his mind worked in a tightly knit plan. The moment Seth's piece clicked into place; it was like he had always known. The dragon was worried when he saw the angel started crying, but he could see they were happy tears, so he let himself end before reaching out to wipe his tears away, the same way Seth had done to him the previous night. The thing was, he didn't get the chance to, because as he reached out, Seth all but tackled him back into bed and Erik laid back down right away, arms wrapped around Seth's waist. A bubbly laugh of pure joy escaped his lips at the answer he got, and Erik hugged his boyfriend, no, fiancé tightly. "Well, in that case, that was all, you can now go back to sleep, my love" he chuckled, biting back a smirk. This is why he carried his heart in his chest for, for moments like this. Now Erik understood when people talked about hearts swelling.

The laugh Seth got from his now fiancé was the most heartwarming sound he had ever heard, so pure and infectious that the Grigori started laughing too, “There is no way you expect me to go back to sleep after that, Erik,” his words softly murmured against the warm skin of his dragon’s neck, quickly followed by a soft kiss.

Reluctantly, the angel popped himself on his elbows on top of his lover, looking at him with pure adoration in his blue eyes, “you are unbelievable, Erik. Whenever I think there is no physical way I could love you more than I already do, you go outdo yourself with something like this,” the fake annoyance clear on Seth’s words, “Every second that brought me to this moment has been more than worth it now I know I get to share the rest of my days with you,” it probably sounded sad knowing Seth will not be immortal anymore, but in his heart, the angel knew he would always chose this than an eternity without Erik in his life. “Do you realize now we do not only have a birthday, a Halloween party but a wedding to plan?” his expression no short from pure happiness.

The dragon laughed at that, shrugging slightly "Welp, I had to try. Can't have my fiancé going around saying I am messing up his sleeping schedule, now, can I?" He teased with a proud smile when the word left his lips. It was like he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was a smirky person, but this smile, the honest, true one, was Seth's. He reached out to run his fingers through the angel's hair, clicking his tongue "Yeah, damn, I just pushed myself into a corner, didn't I? Don't know how I'll outdo that now, maybe I'll buy us an island or something " he teased with a chuckle. The mention of the last of his days didn't bother Erik now, not when he knew there might be a way for Seth to be with him forever now with Trevor's help. So, he must bit back a knowing smirk and leaned up to kiss his lips lovingly - a very effective way for the dragon to shut himself up. The annoyed joke made him laugh though "Technically we could mash then all together, but I refuse to rush our wedding plans and make it in a month. Nope, I want to cherish this" he ran his fingers down Seth's cheek, fondly "Besides, a Halloween wedding would be weird as fuck. Can you imagine our best men in Halloween costumes? Or us?" He laughed "Specially when I have a tendency of being mostly naked with mine, I'm not giving them a show like that. Nope, that's for our honeymoon alone." Erik finished, a wondrous smile on his lips as he liked them.

“You have been messing with my sleeping schedule for over year in so many ways, Erik,” the words came out with a dash of playfulness and the blush on the Grigori’s face probably added to the meaning of his words. The offer of having an island for them would be more appealing if Seth hadn’t grown to love this little town so much. It had been the only real place where he had felt at home and where he had found purpose and love, “I do not believe we need an island when we can escape to our own little world here between the sheets,” Erik was probably aware of how their next was one of Seth’s favorite places in the world.

The prospect of having a Halloween wedding did not sound too appealing for Seth, “I would rather our wedding to happen in a different day if you are okay with it. I would like it to be a special day to be remembered just as our wedding and no more,” there was some nervousness on his voice at the request. The falling angel wasn’t used to voice his requests but this time he could not help himself. There was a light blush and a smile when his dragon reminded him of his love for being naked, “I would also prefer to keep that glorious nakedness for our honeymoon. I am not feeling keen on sharing my fiancé anymore,” the playfulness was more than clear when he leaned close to press their lips together making his intentions clear.

Erik chucked at that, an arched brow "Look at your being all sexy and coy" he teased, gently poking his ribs to make him blush "I really did corrupt you, huh? You're even making sex jokes! Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, sweet Seth?!" He was laughing now, one arm propped behind his head to lean closer to him.

It was silly, but his eyes were lazily burning that picture to memory, how the sunshine hit his brown hair, how it made Seth's freckles more evident, how bright his eyes were shining. He was marrying the most beautiful man in the planet, that much Erik was certain. "Our wedding should become a holiday in town, my love" He hugged Seth close "A special day just to celebrate us. To celebrate you." The dragon pressed a kiss to his forehead and a grin appeared on his lips when they pulled apart "Your fiancé, huh?" he echoed, pecking the angel's lips as he gently rolled them over so he could place a kiss down his neck "It sounds really nice, doesn't it? This is Seth, my fiancé" He mumbled against his skin "Oh no, I'm waiting for my fiancé. Ah yes, we have reservations for me and my fiancé."

It was impossible for Seth not to blush at his dragon’s words, “Yes, you did, but it was in the best possible way,” this time the Grigori did not feel like hiding the blush. He felt so happy and, in a way, free to feel the way he did and to love Erik openly. In a completely unexpected reaction, Seth rolled over to lay on top of Erik’s body, “I can be sweet and make sex jokes, but only for my fiancé,” the smile on the angel’s face was one of the brighter he ever had.

As marvelous as it sounded, Seth merely shook his head, “No, I would rather it be private. Ours,” the blush was still evident on his cheeks, “I have never been selfish, but there are things that I would like to have only for us,” it was a new feeling. Especially when it came to not feeling guilty for wanting things. It probably meant the Grigori was losing more and more of his grace and turning more human. “Yes! I am only trying the words and see how it feels,” and before he could say more, his lover was rolling them over, and the angel found himself under his dragon’s body, “It does. It is the best title I have ever had, so far,” his eyes falling closed at those kisses as his hands explored Erik’s back.

Erik didn't know what caught him more off guard, if it was Seth suddenly straddling him like that, if it was him taking about making sex jokes or if it was him calling Erik his fiancé. Oh, he loved that word.

With a smile on his face, Erik slid his hands over the angel's thighs "Fair enough. You get to be selfish too. You get to be anything you'd like, my love. Even mine" he grinned.

Once he was on top of Seth, he couldn't help himself, one arm propping him in place while the other caressed his leg, lips brushing against the delicate skin of his neck. "Just you wait for when it changes" he slid his lips towards his ear, whispering "When I get to call you my husband"

"But I am already your, ain't I?" There was a playful glean in his blue eyes, "being yours is everything I ever wanted, Erik. I think my life started for real when I met you," the Grigori confessed.

How could this be wrong? How could loving like this was the reason of his fall? It made no sense in his head. This was the happiest the angel ever felt, and God decided he didn't deserve it. The smile was back on his face when Erik rolled them over and laid on top of him, causing the eternal blush on his face to come back, "Husband sounds heavenly," his answer came out like a soft moan, "I love you," the angel sighed before cupping Erik's face to press their lips together in a deep kiss.

[star-lights-up]

OKAY OKAY but. Cherik AU idea. Modern au.

So you know those driverless cars that you can get a service to? They're actually fairly reliable, and they drive pretty well... sometimes better than the other people. I've taken one once with a friend who had the service, and it was actually cool once I stopped freaking out about being in a car with no driver. Anyway, there's this one flaw... someone can stand in front of the vehicle, and the vehicle will not move. It can't move, because it would hit the person. So you're effectively trapped. I saw an instagram reel about how this woman was getting harassed by this guy who wouldn't move away from the car until she gave him her number. Awful stuff like that.

So for some reason my brain went cherik au. Neither of them are the harasser dw.

So charles is a drag queen who works at this drag club run by a friend of his. It's on a relatively un-busy street. Anyway, he's coming out of work early one day for... some reason, i'm too lazy to think of one, and he's still wearing his makeup and has a skirt on and stuff, and these two dudes start kinda harassing him while he's waiting for his car.

The car comes after a minute or so and he expects it to be alright, he gets in and is ready to leave, but then the dudes start standing in front of the car, and the car can't leave. He leans out the window and tells them to fuck off, they're in the road.

It's getting to the point where it's been a stupid amount of time and he's considering calling the cops when this third dude walks up and starts yelling at the other guys. They laugh it off at first, pointing at charles and being like, look at him, he's ridiculous, we're just having a bit of fun, and then the other guy is like. threatening them very harshly, and he's quite tall, and eventually they turn tail and leave. The new guy does a quick thumbsup-thumbsdown-you-okay? hand signal at charles through the windshield, then gets out of the way when he smiles and said he was okay. The car begins driving off.

And then the idea is that charles is like wow that guy was handsome. And then at work the next day there's this new drag queen, I've spent an ungodly amount of time thinking of dragneto's drag name but i'm not going to share any of them here because at this point it's just stupid. Anyways, Charles is like oh my god most spectacular drag queen EVER but doesn't recognize her as erik. Erik assumes he knew the whole time. misunderstandings ensue.

Also all the other x men are gay in this. like more so than usual. Highlight reel, we've got:

alex and darwin (who i think own the drag club) (charles is working there until he gets on his feet again after his mother cut him off)

raven and irene, ororo and jean, emma and moira, (our lovely lesbians.)

scott and logan (they fight a lot)

wade (the pansexual nightmare that nobody knows what to do with he's just chaotically there)

angel and sean (they're dating but they're both bi and kind of function like gay best friends.

aro/ace hank (who's just chilling and watching the drama unfold.)

[henneseyhoe]

Erik takes readers virginity

Killmonger X BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, heavy daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity, Bestfriend!Erik, slapping.

SUMMARY: reader gets tired of being a virgin and asks her bestfriend; Erik to be the one to do it.

Ps. Don’t let !!anyone!! pressure you into giving away your virginity. It should be YOUR choice on when and how you wanna do it and who you wanna do it with. don’t let anyone shame you for being a virgin no matter your age, there is NOTHING wrong with being a virgin or saving yourself or whatever the case may be. This is fiction and strictly for fantasy, it does not depict how losing your virginity actually is, simply because it’s different for everyone…and also because this is fiction lmao. Okay, enjoy<3

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“And you sure you wanna do this? Cause once I get goin’, ain’t no turning back” Erik asked . He had a slight smirk on his face as his tall frame towered over me, making me look up at him and nod. “Yes. I just wanna get it over with” I responded timidly, fiddling with my hands behind my back.

Me and Erik had always been friends since the third grade. He was sort of a bully, but he also protected me all throughout our school years, so I always stood by him. It wasn’t a secret that I had a small crush on him either, and he always made it known that he knew by poking fun at me getting shy any time he’d compliment me, or when he’d hug me as a greeting and sneakily snake his hands down to my lower back just to make me tense up and push him away.

Because of my shyness, this is also what landed me being a virgin at age 20. Since me and Erik were best friends, I told him everything, so he knew that I was still a virgin and made fun of that anytime we’d talk about anything sexual, no matter if it was a joke I giggled at or just a simple conversation in general. Saying things like “why you talkin’? You don’t know nothing ‘bout this” or “virgin Mary over here laughing but I doubt she get the joke”.

It wasn’t like I lacked simple sexual education or anything, I just never did anything. I tried porn, but it got boring fast. I tried masterbation, but I could barely rub my own clit for more than 8 minutes without feeling an odd sensation that made me stop. I understood that it was most likely an orgasm, but the feeling felt like l was ascending to god himself, my entire body becoming too sensitive to ever finish.

When I told Erik about that, he bursted into laughter, almost shedding tears as I explained to him how I didn’t understand how to finger myself correctly either. I probably shouldn’t have told him anything, but in my defense he asked if I ever “stuck a finger up there”, so I just came clean, which was a mistake. And let’s not forget the on going joke he made up with our entire friend group with how he would be the one to take my virginity.

Everyone laughed, including me at one point, thinking it was a joke. Difference was, when he laughed, he was dead serious. Secretly he’d been plotting since senior year when back to school started and I suddenly came back with a little weight that went straight to my ass and thighs, switched my bifocals out for contacts and learned how to lay my edges correctly.

Not only that, but even with all the changes in my appearance, I never switched up. I never decided to fuck with some popular niggas cause they was all barkin’ at me, I never went off an pretended like I didn’t know nobody after the slight boost I got in socials after my ass got fatter, and that just made it better for Erik.

It eliminated all of the niggas that could have potentially broken me off and made me a freak before Erik could get his hands on me, but he knew it’d take some time for me to get on his level.

“So…is this the part where I get naked?” I asked awkwardly, rocking on the heels of my feet. Erik chuckled and shook his head “look, I’m not just gon’ fuck you like that and you don’t get nothin’ out of it. I wanna teach you a lil sumn while we at it” he admitted, crossing his arms, making his muscles press against his fitted black shirt.

“Are you-..are you flexing?” I raised an eyebrow as my eyes trailed to his biceps, the man taking his finger and lifting my chin so I was looking back up at him. “You off topic. Get on your knees”

A shiver ran up and down my spine as he spoke and touched me, a second heartbeat appearing between my legs.

-

If you told yesterday me that I would be on my knees in front of my bestfriend of ten years, with his dick down my throat and his hands on the back of my head to hold me down till my I was begging for air, I would have laughed in your face and walked away. Maybe even would have called you delusional.

“Move your hands and use your mouth” Erik grunted while thrusting his hips into my mouth shallowly, my hands being wrapped around the rest of his shaft, prohibiting him from going any further.

“What did I just say? Move your damn hands”

His gruff voice boomed to show he was serious, making me clench my thighs together tightly. He spoke with a new tone, a tone that had authority and control. An authority and control that I’ve never heard in this instance before. It turned me on.

He tugged at my box braids, making me wince and hesitantly remove my hands, slowly placing them in my lap.

“Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth up for daddy. Just a little wider”

I moaned at his self given nickname and tried to follow his instructions, opening my mouth wider while he slid deeper down my throat. I gagged strongly as he touched the back of my throat, my shoulders shrugging and drool dripping from my mouth whilst he retracted himself a little before easing back in, repeating those motions.

“Breathe through your nose and relax that throat, baby”

he removed one of his hands from my hair and placed it under my chin, helping me gain control of my gag reflexes that decided to be completely against me at the time. I let out a sigh through my nose, finally figuring out how to regulate my breathing as he touched the back of my throat once again, this time pulling back out quicker than what he did before.

“Oh shit”

he gasped quietly, lifting up his shirt and leaning back against the wall behind him as I allowed him to throat fuck me, my spit now dripping into the valley of my titties that were semi covered by a cropped spaghetti strap shirt.

“Just like that, ma. Get this dick wet”

He grunted. I opened my mouth wide enough so my teeth wouldn’t scrape against him again, the man laying a small, painless smack on my cheek any time he’d feel them rubbing against him.

“fuuuck, you finna make me nut all in that throat, baby” He moaned and gripped my hair tighter, his thrusts getting rougher by the second.

I hummed a ‘no’ with violent chokes slipping out of my mouth as he made me go down all the way, my mind racing steadily as I imagined what it’d be like to have him do anything of the sort.

“I didn’t give you a choice” he choked out while his stomach tightened, his abs suddenly becoming more detailed and prominent.

Tears trailed down my cheeks, my brown foundation being mixed in with the salty liquid. He continued his assault on my poor throat, only to stop abruptly and force my head down until my nose touched his stomach. Suddenly I felt a warm sensation trail down my throat, a taste of bitter sweetness lingering on my tongue as he pulled out with strings of my spit mixed with his cum dripping from the tip of his dick.

He used his hand and tilted my head up, forcing me to look up at him again. “Swallow”

he demanded, my head shaking rapidly as I held the remanding bit of him under my tongue.

“This is your first time, so don’t make me say it again and make this night more eventful than it already is, Y/N. I hate going back on my word, but I hate being disrespected more than that”

he threatened, my eyes widening with wonder as to why he said that and what he’d do if I had spit.

Taking no chances, I decided to save my curiosity for another day, building up the courage to finally swallow, licking my lips after. He tilted his head at me and squeezed at my jaw, opening my mouth. Humming in satisfaction, he slid his thumb into my mouth, my lips immediately closing around it and beginning to suck while looking at the man, my watering eyes gleaming in the apartments bright lights as if glitter was placed under my lids beforehand.

“Damn..”

he murmured and slowly pulled his thumb out, replacing it with his tongue as he bent down and laid a soft kiss on my lips. I melted into his touch, my pussy beginning to throb once again with him simply just wrapping his hands around my throat and arm, pulling me up from the floor.

My legs felt weird from being on my knees for so long, my throat feeling weirder from the constant pressure it just endured. He then picked me up bridal style and began walking us down the hall and into my room.

softly laying me onto my bed, he started to pull all of my clothes off one by one, leaving me naked.

I subconsciously covered myself up, and stared at him, most of my focus being on how he was gonna fit inside. He noticed my staring and chuckled while taking his clothes off. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make it fit” he spoke as if he read my mind. “I don’t think it will…” I began closing my legs, the man only gripping my thighs and prying them back open.

“I promise if it hurts I’ll stop”

“Promise?”

“Promise” he reiterated and bent down, kissing up my thighs. Shivers went up my spine as he got closer and closer to my pussy, his breath and mustache tickling my skin. He took his middle and ring finger and spread my lips apart, my juices already starting to leak out from the prolonged playing.

“Look…She already so damn wet for me”

He looked up at me and licked a long stripe up from my entrance to my clit, a moan leaving my lips.

“She sweet as hell too” he smirked before going in, his tongue making love to my pussy as he swirled and flicked it over my clit with a quickness, his middle finger now spreading my juices around my entrance before he slowly eased and slipped it inside of me, making me let out a louder moan.

He began humming and shaking his head from side to side as he closed his lips around my clit, adding suction while attempting to slip a second finger inside of me. I winced and bucked my hips up, my walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers involuntarily.

“I can’t!”

His eyes traveled up my torso until they met mine, a blank look on his face as he disconnected his lips from my clit.

“How do you expect me to fuck you good if this pussy can’t even take two fingers? Don’t tell me you backing out now”

He taunted and licked his fingers clean, a grin growing on his face.

“I’m not! I just…I wasn’t ready right then”

I lied, being scared of him literally ripping me in half in reality.

“You sure?”

He asked teasingly and kneeled onto the bed, gripping his shaft with one hand and rubbing his tip up against my entrance, the tight muscles clenching just from the light touch. I nodded, looking down to watch his actions. He began rubbing his dick through my folds, my juices making every inch and vein he had shine underneath the mood lights in the room.

“You see that shit? That pussy just beggin’ for me, baby” he let out a grunt as he attempted to push into me again, my hand immediately flying to his stomach to stop him. “Wait!…promise it won’t hurt?” His head tilted, his face reading a ‘seriously?’ Look.

“I can’t promise you that. But I promise if you want me to stop, I will”

I stared at him for a while, thinking about my decision. I couldn’t really come up with a reason not to continue other than fear, but I knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.

I slowly moved my hands and Erik took that as a sign to continue, attempting for the third time to push into me, only this time the tip of his dick successfully makes it in, a sigh erupting from my throat.

He watched my face contort as he continued to slide inside of me until our hips were touching.

“Fuck…” I mumbled, taking a deep breath. a moan seemingly interrupted everything else I did after that point, every move of my hips making my clit jump and throb, the pain that was once there before now withering away. He soon began to rock his hips into me, his hands slithering up my body and holding my bouncing titties in place. The stretching felt unbearable for a few minutes, my juices seemingly making it both better and worse.

Better by making the thrusts go smoother, but worse because he was getting deeper by the second, so deep that it felt like a bulge had appeared in my stomach, stopping right under my belly button when he thrusted in completely. I know that it was impossible for him to literally be in my stomach but that’s how it felt. And it started to feel good. Really good.

My mouth was stuck open, letting out pathetic whimpers.

“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Erik spoke suddenly, caressing my jaw softly while looking deep into my eyes. I nodded slowly, my hands reaching up to grip the plush headboard above us.

“Unt, Unt. Talk to me, baby. Tell me how that big dick feel”

he groaned, giving me long strokes that had me feeling delusional.

“Yesss, it feels good, daddy—oh my god!”

My words slurred as he suddenly switched his pace, the clapping noise becoming more obvious. He leaned in on my body and wrapped his hand around my throat, adding light pressure while giving me life rendering strokes, my body shaking under him just that quickly.

“I feel it, princess. That pussy squeezing daddy so tight. Tight ass pussy”

he laid a harsh smack on my thigh and I yelped, my hands flying to his arms and my French tips scratching down his brown skin. I don’t know how he knew, but it felt like I was about to explode, my legs clamping around his hips before he let go of me and spread them back open, using them for leverage to thrust into me deeper, if that was even possible with how he was doing me now.

“FUCK!”

I shouted, my back arching and falling against the bed. He watched as my pussy creamed around him, leaving a white coat of it around his dick, just how he liked it.

“There you go, baby. Get that nut”

He smiled and began rubbing my clit. It felt like electricity was running up and down my body, my eyes rolling far back into my head as I moaned louder.

“Nah, look at me, I don’t want you thinkin’ of anything else but this good dick”

He used his other hand and put it behind my neck, pulling me up a little so that I was slightly folded, forcing me to keep my eyes on him.

looking at him felt different than looking away, as if the feeling intensified. It was like he was stealing my soul with just the glare of his eyes on me.

I felt weak and powerless, my last orgasm taking all of my energy. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it either.

Knocking me out of my thoughts, I felt Erik’s hips snap into me, this time it was harder, one stroke taking all of the air out of my lungs as I gasped, holding my breath in my throat.

“Right there—“

I managed to choke out, my eyes trailing down to where we connected, watching him work his magic.

“What was that?” He asked cockily, thrusting into me all the way and swirling his hips. My eyes shut tightly, taking all of him in.

“R- right-..FUCK!”

I tried to speak, but only curses seemed to do me any good. My pussy was filled to the brim with him, my walls gripping him tightly. He rolled his hips with such skill, the shaft of his dick rubbing up against my gspot with the tip of him reaching the back of my pussy.

Him having a slight curve upwards only added to the pleasure, the curve helping him reach places that only he now knew existed.

He smiled at my response, thinking that he would ‘deal’ with my incomplete sentences later.

“I want you to tell daddy how good this big dick is. Explain to me how this dick make you feel again, princess”

He cooed, his tone becoming sweet which completely contradicted his strokes, his hips speeding back up.

I could barely talk, drool pooling into the sides of my mouth with tears leaving my eyes again.

“I- I-“

“Come on. Say it”

He taunted.

He knew I couldn’t, pressure in my stomach beginning to rise again. If he asked me what my name was in that moment I probably would have had to genuinely think before answering.

“This dick got you dumb, huh? My dumb little slut”

He mumbled, his words sending me over the edge completely. My body thrashed around as I squirted all over his dick, some of it getting on his stomach and chest. The force was so strong that it pushed him out, his heavy dick sliding right on top of my clit.

“Gahdamn, baby” he watched the rest of my juices drip onto the sheets, his dick now jumping from sensitivity.

“I-I’m done”

I breathed heavily and closed my legs, the two limbs shaking as if I had been freezing for hours.

“Nah, you getting the full experience, ma. Turn that ass around”

He grabbed my hips and flipped my limp body onto my stomach, earning a cry from me. He sat on top of my thighs and squeezed my ass with his hands, spreading my cheeks apart before spitting down onto my second hole, taking his thumb and spreading it around before slowly easing it inside of my ass.

I choked out another cry, the strange new found sensation making my eyes roll back painfully, my pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.

After a few seconds passed, he was back to his original pace, pounding into my pussy from the back while slowly thrusting his thumb into my ass, the feeling giving me goosebumps and sending a shock to my clit as he smacked on my ass with his other hand before shoving my head down into the pillows under me, muffling my screams.

He leaned down, getting closer to my ear while somehow keeping up his pace, his dick now twitching inside of me more frequently, showing he was close to cumming if the constant dirty talk didn’t already do that, saying things like

“Imma be the best nigga and the only nigga to ever beat this pussy up like this”

“This good pussy all mine? Yeah? Imma lucky ass nigga”

“She so wet for me, baby. She practically droolin”

“Keep grippin’ like that, you gon’ make daddy nut”

he grunted, smacking my ass harder as he dug into me deeply, my toes curling painfully. My pussy was now drenched, my juices spreading around my inner thigh and lips, more of my cream spilling out onto his dick. I was so wet that I couldn’t even feel him rubbing up against my walls anymore, now only feeling when he hit the limit of my pussy, the ‘wall’ not allowing him to go any further.

“Daddy, please”

I begged, the pillow making it come out in a hushed tone. My pussy felt so filled and overwhelmed, my clit getting so sensitive with the sheets rubbing up against it as I laid flat on the bed, letting Erik do his worst, or what I thought was his worst.

“Fuck—…That’s it, baby, lemme use this lil pussy” we both moaned in sync, the man letting my head come up from the pillow for air.

“SHIT!- I’m about to nut!”

He shouted, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and reckless, wet slapping sounds filling the room, accompanying the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall the faster he got, one of the picture frames on the wall falling down along the line. He pulls his thumb out of me and grips my ass harshly, softly biting the top of my ear.

“Keep squeezing, baby. Just like that”

He hums, kissing my cheek softly and pausing his thrusts, grinding his hips into me.

“Erik-“

my bottom lip quivers and he smacks my ass, making me whimper and drop my head into the pillows, shaking my head.

“Now try again” he adjusts himself on his knees again, scratching his neatly trimmed and glossed nails up the sides of my thighs, swollen red stripes following after.

“Daddy—“ I cried out as I felt him ram his entire length into me once more before filling me up with a harsh sigh and a jerk of his hips.

“Fuck…”

he groans and leans up. Slowly pulling his dick out, he watched as some of his cum follows after him, spilling out of me and sliding down to my sensitive clit, my pussy clenching.

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“Damn…is that how sex is for everybody?” I asked. It was about an hour later and I was laying there limp as Erik chuckled, grabbing a baby wipe out of my drawer and wiping me off, my hips bucking once he swiped over my clit with the baby wipe. “Nope. But if you stick wimme, I promise it’ll be like that” he kisses my back “every” another kiss. “single” another. “Time” he smacked my ass, causing me to pull my ass up into the air and whimper, my hand reaching back to rub the spot.

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Hopefully the person that requested this likes it, I didn’t know if they were down with the kinky shit but most of my other work looks like this so fuck it lmao.

[happer08]

player interactions!!

Okay so this is the whole list of people ive met and the brief interactions. 

Kurtis Macdermid: his is very quiet, and kinda shy. He so so nice and will remember your name if you tell him. Ive met him a few times and hes always giggly and laughing at things people are saying. The last time i met him was right after he shave his beard into the full mustache he had going for this birthday and he pulled out of the lot with devon and rolls the passenger side window down and says my name then strokes the stache and says 

“You like the stache?” 

So hes a giant teddy bear and i adore him. Also his car smells good. 

Devon Toews: this man is whole comedian, making jokes and making everyone laugh every single time ive met him. Usually in the car with Kurtis, (devon drives). He also sticks his whole head out of his window for pictures which is fun. Hes funny and super sweet to the kids especially. 

Andre Burakovsy: this man drives the nicest car ive ever seen in person and he is kinda quiet but always sweet. Has apologized on multiple occasions for not having the time to stop and take pictures. The first time i met him (it was on his birthday) there was a small patch of ice near where i had been standing and i had my room resting on top of it and when he walked out and i heard his voice i shifted my weight wrong and almost slipped on the ice. He laughed at me and told me to be careful. 

The most recent time i met him he walked down the lot till he got to where a few of us were and just stood and sighed and talked for a while. His accent is precious and he smells super expensive but like intoxicatingly so. 

Cale Makar: I am convinced this man is an angel, like not joking at all. He stopped to sign for an old man that was in town to get something avs related for his wife (i will sob) and he drove out and took a ton of time talking and signing for this man and being extremely sweet before doing the same for everyone else. So here is how our interaction went. 

*I walk up to his window and introduce myself*

“Hey how are you?” He was SMILING. 

“Good good cale thank you so much for stopping” “Yeah no worries, by the way, your name is super pretty” *Me fully about to die* “thank you, i like it” *he laughed, we took a picture and he looked at me* “It was nice to meet you cale” “Yeah nice meeting you” DID YOU KNOW IM IN LOVE WITH HIM?!?

Erik Johnson: hes quiet and nice, signs and leans all the way out of his car to talk and take photos. Super sweet and you don’t feel like you are in a rush to get to him or get done. He feels very very familiar? In the weirdest way possible?? Like it felt like ive known him for a long long time??? IDK?? So we took a picture and he said “Hey that looks pretty good” and i laughed because god bless that man is HOT and as he was about to pull away after checking to make sure no one else needed anything i looked at him and said 

“EJ please buckle your seatbelt before you pull off” He locked eyes with me grabbed his belt “promise” then BUCKLED HIMSELF IN AND LEFT. 

Alex Newhook: Newy and i have met a few times and he is just like such a dude? If that makes sense? Like he doesnt give off hockey player vibes at all, he gives off college best friend vibes which is sick. Sometimes he rides with a Bo or Nak which is fun because they are funny together. The first time i met him i was just hanging out on his side of the truck he drives while people were talking and taking pictures with Nak and we were just talking and i asked him where his favorite place to go was during the season and he said boston and then asked if i had ever been. I told him no because the farthest east i have been is chicago and he looks at me and goes 

“We should go” HUH?!?  

Then the most recent he got out of his car and hugged me and remembered my name and brought up going to boston as a joke. 

This is the sweetest child alive i SWEAR. 

Josh Manson: big. Thats it. Just big. He asked me how tall i was when i was standing next to him, then called me short in a super sweet joking away. Accidentally matched his shoes to the color of his pants and didnt notice till i pointed it out. Hes super cool and like has puppy energy and laughs at just about everything you say and i adore him so so much. 

Logan O’Connor: another one that was just super sweet and charming. made a few jokes a out his car and how messy it was. i told him his hair looked soft and he like half offered to let me touch it but i definitely did not. then after i walked away i was talking a few others about him being “boyfriend material” and he heard me and half leaned out his window and goes

“thanks!”

Nico Sturm: very cute accent and kinda had nate like features. i met him the first home practice after the calgary game when he almost got hurt and i had my hand on the window sill of his car and just told him he scared me and i hoped he was okay and i swear this man put his hand over mine and said “i’m good are you okay i don’t like scaring you”

Mikko Rantenan: okay so i havent met him fully yet but he yelled at telling me he was hungry and not stopping because he wanted Chipotle? because hes a big hungry boy? that was the funniest part of my day?

Nathan Mackinnon: this one is a lot. I kinda blacked out? Like just a little? He has the bluest eyes iver ever seen, the are as clear blue as you could ever ever imagine and he tries HARD for eye contact. I complimented his car and he like rubbed over the steering wheels and goes “thanks i just got it washed” (dork) 

When i walked up the his window he goes “Nothing to sign?” And i just shook my head and said “not today just wanted to grab a picture or two” 

“Okay that works” After taking them he asked for my name and when i told him he just nodded which i think is weird but whatever. So i thanked him and walked away and he goes 

“Nice to meet you” and used my name. 

Everyday i regret every second of that interaction (fml)