#i can’t help but feel so bad for erik

[spaceagebachelormann]

Hello! If you’re taking headcanon requests, may I please request headcanons for what Count Dracula & Erik the Phantom would be like as husbands?

dracula and erik as husbands !

✧ warnings — some mentions of death and possible spoilers for dracula and phantom of the opera. also like 2 sexual jokes i think

✧ additional info — i got so so excited by this request omg <3 if u wanna id rlly appreciate it if u sent me more requests for phantom of the opera and classic monsters!! also not really specific versions of them but i mainly had the book versions in mind

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ erik destler

he wouldn’t wait to marry you

like at all

the second you show him you’re willing to be in a relationship with him and he’s sure you won’t leave him he’s already planning your wedding

of course if you wanted to take it more slowly he might be a little impatient but he’d try his best for you :)

but he’d be so happy if u were ready to get married as soon as possible

the sad thing is he’d get so stressed while trying to plan it because he’d want it to be absolutely perfect because that’s what he didn’t get with christine

and he’d try to convince you not to worry about it or help plan the wedding becaus he wants it to be a surprise for you

however he’d talk to you about what you want <3

so unfortunately he doesn’t know a lot of people 😭 so your wedding audience consists of daroga, mme giry, and maybe christine and raoul if ur lucky and manage to convince them (but they’ll be a little on edge)

and u can invite ur family if they’d be accepting of erik!

once y’all are married it’s so sweet and romantic ohmygod

he’d make u breakfast and dinner every single day, even if he’s had a particularly bad day

he just loves doing things for you

he’d also love writing even more songs and sometimes even entire operas for you or about you, you’re his muse

before he was able to take breaks from bis work to focus on you for awhile

but now you’re married he just can’t be away from you for two minutes

will sit on the floor and talk to u while u shower

or he showers with u

his love language is spontaneously twirling u around and redoing ur wedding dance in the most random places

also carrying u to ur bed if u fall asleep on him or somewhere else, before marriage he’d just let u sleep there and make sure he doesn’t wake u up

such a sweetheart <3

ೃ༄ count dracula

takes his time to marry you

but that’s only because he takes a lot of time working out when and where to propose and shit

and then probably has the wedding planned before you even say yes

which obviously you do

he’d be a little cocky abt u saying yes ngl cause he already knew u would

but the wedding itself obviously takes place at night and mainly other vampires will show up, but he won’t let them remotely near you assuming he hasn’t turned you yet

if he has then go talk to them!! there’s no risk of u dying or getting turned by someone else!!

he’d also rlly like cooking for u and shit since he canonically had to sprint around his castle to make it seem like he had butlers or whatever 😭😭

how good is fucking amazing btw

like god damn

and obviously he has a comfortable ass vampire bed that he’d let u put 60 pillows on if u want

he’d also like have a thing for ur hair no matter how short or long it is

he likes standing behind u and running his hands through it when u do literally anything for funsies

and his fingers are really pretty and long and cold so they feel nice

he also brushes it a lot esp in the mornings

he also doesn’t even look another persons way when he’s with u

ever.

and his brides are now just. draculas sisters or wtv 😭

unless u want them to be ur wives too he won’t complain

as much as he loves you there’s time where he js like. wants personal time to go kill people think

id also imagine ur very close with renfield

like draculas kinda mean to him but ur rlly nice to him <3

like for example waving at him when u see him or just going “hi renfield!!”

renfields probably the one who found u ngl

i can’t think of anything else for him mb pookie 😔 i’ll add to this later

[permanentmess]

can i request a romantic cherik x mutant! reader where her powers are about the nature like they can control plants and after a long while they finally achieve ultimate control of their power? (like transform into a dryad temporarily)

a/n: i was not sure what to do for this one at first, i won’t lie! i don’t know anything about dryads so i researched a bit for it! i know dryads are primarily female but this could be read as any gender, so lets just pretend hehe. also, sorry for the delay, college is kicking my ass; who knew senior year would be so hard???

title: a stunning transformation (cherik x mutant!reader)

summary: with a little help from erik and charles, you finally reach your ultimate form with your powers

word count: 1607

warnings: canon-deviant, obviously. slight worrying/anxiety. possibly, slightly ooc for erik and charles but i did try my best. reader is able-bodied, but pronouns, y/n, and other features have been omitted. use of the word “darling” and one (1) curse word. 

mostly just fluff! 

GIF NOT MINE

~~~

You only hear whispers of their conversation at first. Mutters through the closed door to his office. You’re sure that Charles can hear your thoughts, but maybe he isn’t entirely worried about you hearing. 

“...is gaining power, I can see it in…subconscious. …been tending to my grandfather's tree…” He continues on, and you know for sure it’s about you. You’re the only person around with the ability to control plants, and the only one who’s been working on Charles’ grandfather’s tree (which was nearly destroyed by Scott).

You loved Charles and knew how much the entire property meant to him. You’d even consulted Erik first to make sure it was a good idea. You hear his voice next through the door, which is unsurprising to you. The three of you are constantly in one another's presence. 

“Yes, but is that a bad thing? Transformation is…” Oh. You hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility for yourself. But, what, transform into a tree? That would be odd…

You shake your head and decide to finally reveal yourself. You knock on the door and hear a “Come in” from Charles, prompting you to open the door. The two immediately greet you with a smile which you return immediately as you close the door. 

You go to sit on Erik’s lap, leaning your head against his. “What are you guys talking about?” You play coy, but Charles immediately sees through it and smiles. 

“You, darling, and your powers.”

“Yes, Charles here was saying how he thinks you could have the potential to transform,” Erik says, finally resting his head against yours. 

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Transform into what exactly?” The thought of doing so but getting stuck frightens you. You were finally feeling comfortable in a routine you had formed; not just with your relationship with Erik and Charles, but with your teaching and training, your friends at the school. You don’t want that to disappear if something goes wrong. 

Charles reaches his hands over his desk and you reach to take them. “Nothing bad would happen to you, we can find a way to make sure it’s not permanent if you can’t switch back,” he pulls them back, leaning back in his chair. “To answer your question, I think the possibilities are endless. A tree, a deity, even just a flower.”

“A deity, like a dryad or a nymph or something?”

“Precisely.”

You move your head so you can look at Erik. “What about you, do you think I could do it?” 

His eyes soften as he looks at you. “Absolutely. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” You smile at that and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, before motioning for Charles to move closer so you could do the same for him. You lean back against Erik again. 

“I’ll think about it,” you say and the two men nod. “Anyway, that’s not why I came here. What’s for dinner?” They laugh at that, and you all break into conversation.

~~~

A week has passed since the conversation in Charles’ office. Although there was never any pressure from either one of them, you could see the looks they’d give you and then each other as they watched you train. They often did this, but it seemed to increase in frequency since then. 

You’re resting against the tree you’ve been nursing back to health, gently using your powers to give it some life (you’ve been trying to get it to grow taller). It doesn’t take much concentration, so you’re reading as you do so. It’s a lovely September afternoon – the wind is blowing just enough to feel nice but not too much to be annoying, the temperature and humidity aren’t too high, and the shade of the tree makes your spot feel comfortable. 

Having been so engrossed in your book, you didn’t even realize that Erik and Charles were in front of you until Erik nudged you lightly with his foot. You look up and brighten at their presence. “What are you guys doing out here? I thought you both taught around now.”

“I gave the students time off to work on their essays,” Charles said. 

Erik quickly follows with an explanation, “And Maximoff has been begging me to let him teach one of my training sessions.” 

You nod, waiting for them to say something. But they don’t, so you’re all awkwardly staring at each other. Finally, you break. “Did I do something?” 

“No.” Charles says at the same time that Erik replies “Not yet.”

You narrow your eyes at the two of them. “Is this about the transformation thing?” 

“Yes.”

You debate it in your head. It would be fun to see what happens, and it opens a lot more possibilities during missions. But you don’t even know what would happen if you couldn’t transform back…

“Would you guys still love me if I was stuck? Even if it was as a venus flytrap?” They both laugh, bemused by your worries.

“Of course, darling.”

“I don’t know, it’d be nice being able to sleep under the covers,” Erik teases and you scoff, playfully smacking his shoe. 

“Please, the real target is Charles, how do we know he isn’t taking them with his mind powers to make us cuddle him on purpose?” 

He gasps and holds his chest in fake hurt. “How dare you insinuate such a thing?” 

There’s a bout of laughter and grins before you take a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll try it out here though in case something goes terribly wrong.” You stand up, readjusting your clothes and handing your book to Erik to hold. “Maybe stand back though, just in case.” 

Neither man moves very far, but you know how protective they are of you sometimes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You’re not sure how one could go about transforming, so you try to do what you do when you need to use your powers in a specific way. How you first trained with them, too. 

You reach inside yourself, trying to imagine the spirit of a dryad coming through you. You begin to feel warm as you imagine the nature around you, the strength of the tree. You want it to ground you, but also help you evolve and transform into this ancient being. You feel something stirring inside you, but refuse to open your eyes. 

In fact, you don’t until Charles speaks in your mind to do so. You’re terrified, but elated at seeing what has occurred, what you’ll look like. 

Looking down, you notice your body is glowing a soft green, but not changing your skin. Vines and leaves twirl their way around your skin, accenting your arms and legs. You reach and feel for your head to notice that branches have protruded, covered in leaves and flowers to create a crown for you. But not only do you look different, inside you feel different. It’s like the trees and grass and lake are filling you with energy. You feel much more attuned to everything around you, calmer even. 

You glance at the men who are simply staring; Charles with a grin filled with pride, and Erik with slight shock and wonder, but you can’t miss the joy in his eyes. 

This was a drastic improvement in your powers, but you can’t help but wonder if Charles was right. It seemed to have been building inside you for a while, and you had felt it. You had wanted to go outside more, sit in the trees, and just relax in it. The draw to the natural world had become so strong the past month, that you wonder if it was your body’s way of reacting to the strengthening of your powers. 

You decide to turn around to face the tree you’d been working incredibly hard at nursing back to life. You place a hand on the trunk and allow the energy you feel to flow through it. You watch as it slowly grows, trunks and leaves branching out from it. In your gut, you know when to stop, when to just let it continue on its natural course, and so you remove your hand. 

You see and feel your transformation leave from your body. Your legs begin to feel weak and you feel someone, or something, holding you up. In the back of your mind, you know that Charles has used his powers to stop you from falling. Erik moves forward to grab onto you and you lean your weight on him, walking you to Charles. 

You still have energy, but it feels weird being in your body again. Whatever you transformed into felt much freer, much larger even if not in a physical sense. Walking feels like a chore, your limbs feel heavy. Maybe without the energy you previously had flowing through you, you feel weaker. 

You take a moment to wrap your arms tightly around Erik, before leaning back and pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s gentle, but enough to make him reciprocate. You move to Charles next, with Erik still holding gently onto your shirt. Your kiss is just as gentle, but as you pull back you rest your forehead onto his. 

“Thank you,” you whisper before you pull back and stand up straight. You turn to Erik. “And you.” They murmur small “you’re welcome”’s before you all fall back into silence.

Like the other day in the office, there’s a moment of silence. But this time, you’re all trying to understand what happened. 

“That, was so fucking cool,” you grin as you say and they return the gesture.

[lordgeneralsix]

reckoning – a dissection

kcd2 has incredible quests from beginning to end, but reckoning has to be my favourite purely because of what it represents. it hasn't left my mind since i first played it, so I wanted to take a step back from my own feelings to share why I believe it’s such a strong quest narratively and thematically—as well as present defences for all three objectives and their outcomes rather than wave them off as bad writing or out of character behaviour.

(kcd2 spoilers under the cut. 2k words)

the heart

reckoning, I believe, is the culmination of henry’s three personal drives: avenge his parents, find martin’s sword, and protect hans.

through this quest, henry has the chance to make decisions that align with each drive: kill markvart, find samuel, and/or get help.

but you don’t know where markvart, sam, or the horses are. and finding the horses is the only mandatory objective, making markvart and sam completely missable if you don’t go out of your way for them (especially for markvart as it takes more effort to get to him than to sam). this is intentional, as your choices reveal your priorities. is revenge more important than aid? would you risk suchdol for one reckless man? or do you leave, hoping markvart will get what he deserves one day and that sam will be okay on his own. if you’re careful, you can achieve all three, but the cost of wasting time might risk suchdol falling.

the plan

it was obvious from the plan’s conception that it was a suicide mission. someone had to sneak out of suchdol, find a horse, and get a message to jobst. the two brothers alone are tasked with this burden as hans is told once again it’s not safe for him to join—better to send people of little consequence than risk a noble hostage once more. henry is sure of the plan, we know he’ll get the job done or die trying, but sam’s assertion that he had unfinished business beyond the walls meant nothing good if you paid any attention to his behavior and why he joined the devil’s pack in the first place—I’ll tell you it wasn’t because he wanted to make friendship bracelets.

with little time to make preparations, it’s time to leave; salvation on henry’s mind, vengeance on sam’s, and the fate of suchdol on their shoulders...

(for the sake of not going over the same points, I’ve grouped each drive with each objective into three sections and it goes as follows: the past - confronting markvart, the present - finding and saving sam, the future - finding and leaving sam. “henry’s hope” logic applies to leaving without looking for sam or markvart as well)

the vow

henry never forgot his vow to find markvart von aulitz no matter the cost. thanks to the dry devil’s lethal shot to markvart’s chest, henry now has a chance to meet the man face to face, to get answers, and his revenge. markvart tells henry he won’t make it till morning, but who knows. people have survived worse, and henry can’t risk even the slightest chance of him surviving this.

markvart speaks to henry without the armour and finery, man to man. it’s a strange conversation. one that would never have occurred had the devil not declawed him. only, it’s different than confronting istvan. their words are similar, telling you once again that "war is a nasty business" yet you feel markvart believes his cause is a necessary evil rather than playing the victim. it’s unnerving how calm he is. you’ve seen this before at maleshov, how von bergow and erik’s words were wrapped in malice, but markvart’s remained cold and assured. this is not the same devil henry saw in his nightmares, and you wonder if there may be any truth to his words. your enemies were people too, fathers, brothers, orphans who were forced into the war just like henry. it's a strange thing to look into your enemy's eyes and see their humanity staring back.

whether you choose to listen or wave off his mad ramblings, you’re left with a choice. though it seems fate shows her twisted sense of humour once more, because it doesn’t matter what you do; the devil already killed him a month ago. all henry would be doing is getting his hands dirty for the satisfaction of saying he finally avenged his parents. you can fulfill markvart's wish for a dignified death, or give him the same kindness he gave your parents. regardless of what you do with him; his fate is sealed.

if you choose to let him bleed out, you can find him again in the morning where henry reflects, “you see? nobody took care of you. now you lie here, abandoned and defeated. I can’t believe I used to be afraid of you. and that you haunted me in my nightmares. maybe you thought you were only doing your job. that you were on the right side. but that doesn’t matter now. farewell forever, markvart.”

markvart von aulitz is dead. it’s a hollow victory, but a weight lifted nonetheless. the past has finally settled into it’s grave and henry can now look forward to rebuilding what was taken from him.

the blade

this “piece of iron”, whose reason for existing remains a mystery, is all henry has left from skalitz. whether it was forged for radzig or henry, the sword fell into samuel’s hands on that fated night. the blade revealed their hidden connection to each other, a bond unknowingly forged by martin long ago. and though sam was hesitant to tell henry the truth, it must have been a great relief and comfort to be embraced so easily as brothers after losing his home moments prior. perhaps along with his feelings of being an outsider in skalitz, henry longed for someone who understood him more than a friend ever could. but in turn, samuel needed someone who understood him, too.

as you navigate through the praguer camp searching for sam, you find traces of a struggle, and you follow the trail until you hear voices—an easily recognizable french traitor. you get the sinking feeling you know who he’s interrogating. soon you face him; vauquelin brabant. the man who betrayed the devil’s pack and killed adder, and he was surely going to do the same to sam. after you defeat him in a fight, he’ll beg for his life and try to make a deal. brabant has no power here, so killing or sparing him is of little consequence except on henry’s moral conscious, and like a coward he runs off to alert the guards if you choose the latter. ultimately you are left alone with sam.

sam gave his coin and sword-arm to the devil’s pack for a chance to get back at von bergow. nothing more, nothing less. after being denied his chance at maleshov, he intended to find von bergow after the pack was done with him. but von bergow is long gone by the time the chance arises; it's just as the captive soldier told henry. maybe if they told sam he wouldn’t have run off without henry—because nothing else would have stopped him, not even his beloved brother. it was inevitable that his impulsiveness would be the death of him as he showed no sign of giving up.

sam had told henry before they left that he’s counting on him, and the solemn look he gave godwin and henry before he scaled down the wall inspired no comfort. it’s obvious by this point that he never intended to help henry with the mission. perhaps in a world where his plans worked, but not in this one. it would've been hypocritical for henry to berate sam for having his own hit list, instead he assures sam he would have done anything he had asked of him. henry understands his brother’s pain better than anyone, because just like him, sam was forced out of his home and watched his people be slaughtered, just like him, sam wanted revenge no matter the cost. they may not be blood related, but by god are they similar at heart.

henry made a vow to never let anyone die due to his cowardice again and he intends to keep it. but sam protests, he’ll only slow henry down and assures him he’ll be fine, that maybe he can convince them zizka would pay ransom. he knows he fucked up, that no one will come for him before the praguers show just how merciful they are, and he won’t drag henry down with him. henry doesn’t care. sam is hurt, but not fatally wounded like adder was, he will survive the trip—he won’t survive the praguers. with nothing left to say, henry hauls his dazed brother over his shoulder and carries him to the horses...

saving sam sacrifices the silver. but with so many souls lost over something that will surely continue the cycle of violence, maybe it’s for the best.

the sacrifice

time is precious. no one knows how much longer suchdol can hold off without aid. samuel made his choice and now henry needs to make his. he’s exhausted, starving, desperate, and barely holding onto his sanity. they’ve already lost too much, and all he knows is if he doesn’t get aid for suchdol as soon as possible, they will perish—godwin, zizka, and hans with them.

hans is henry’s closest friend and potential lover, they’ve been through good and bad times together, always finding each other no matter what separates them—that’s his anchor, the reason he fights for a better world. henry sacrificed so much for hans. was he really going to abandon him now, when he, and everyone else need him the most? would he risk the soldiers, civilians, and nobility all for one man? would he let the silver, which too many people have died over, disappear and let this entire struggle be in vain? it’s a grim choice to have to make, and as horrible as it is, the best choice to make is the one that avoids the most death.

and sam knows this. he would slow henry down. there’s too much hinging on henry’s haste and if he gets caught hauling sam, they’re both dead. sam mentions how they sent two of them for a reason—this was a suicide mission, but not for henry. when trying to make henry leave, he comforts him with the prospect of a ransom, the sliver of hope that maybe sam will be okay. henry leaves with this strained hope. he desperately wants to believe sam will be okay, and when he returns with jobst’s army he eagerly asks where sam is as if he was truly expecting him to be there.

it’s a terrible thing. zizka tells henry “that’s war”, because the battle-hardened general knows exactly how it goes, but this is of no comfort to henry. he doesn’t want to hear it. he’s the only one who seems to care about sam, but godwin and katherine offer to help henry send samuel off as best as they can. it’s a bleak ending for sam, one he didn’t deserve even if he made a mistake...

sacrificing sam saves the silver. perhaps it was a necessary trade to make all the bloodshed worth it, but henry won't ever forgive himself for leaving his brother.

reckoning

regardless of your beliefs, reckoning makes everyone involved feel the weight of their choices. from confronting markvart to sam’s recklessness to henry’s burden—this quest is the perfect culmination of the story’s essence as it shows how under the right circumstances, even the most righteous people can make a lapse in judgement. the tragedy of henry's hope and the hopelessness of the entire suchdol siege is the point. it shows once again how there's no winning in war; you can't have it all. and those who are caught in it are always forced to make difficult decisions that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.

[honeywinesims]

Season 1, Episode 5: Not So Darling (part 6)

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Image 1: A starry sky above Goth Manor. Image 2: Frida is standing outside, looking thoughtful. [Frida]: “What did you want to talk to me about, Gunther? I can’t leave Xander alone too long—Cornelia will eat him alive.” Image 3: Gunther standing outside, holding a glass of whiskey. [Gunther]: “Cornelia can be heavy-handed at times, it’s true. She means well, though. But Frida, there’s something you need to know . . .” Image 4: Zoomed out picture of Frida and Gunther standing the Goth Cemetery in front of a tall gravestone. [Gunther]: “The man Agnes is marrying is . . . Erik Darling.” Image 5: Frida looks distressed. [Frida]: “What? And you’re okay with that? I almost died because of him. He—he ruined my life, Gunther! Or have you forgotten that he once left me to drown simply because he thought it would be a funny prank?” Image 6: Gunther, facing the tall gravestone with his whisky in hand. [Gunther]: “‘A Goth Never Forgets.’ Our family words. Father hammered them into our heads often enough.” Image 7: Frida, crossing her arms unhappily. [Frida]: You can’t seriously expect me to attend Erik Darling’s wedding, Gunther. There’s too much bad blood. No way. Everything that happened to me after that prank he pulled… Mom and Dad sending me away… Image 8: Looking down on Gunther and Frida from above. [Gunther]: “What Cornelia said about our enemies—she’s right. There’s a storm brewing in Sunset Valley, Frida.” Image 9: Gunther speaking to Frida, who looks very uncomfortable. [Gunther]: And we need you by our side when it hits.

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[rahshande22]

So here I am, first time in my life on tumblr, just because I feel a very strong need to write sth about X-men movies.

I’ve never been much of a X-men girl, I watched the movies few years ago (turns out I’ve never seen The Dark Phoenix before lol). I remember being a little bored with the older movies (I’ve always been more into MCU's type of superhero stories), but actually liked the newer ones. Lately something reminded me about these movie and about the fact that I particularly liked Charles. So I watched all four newer X-men movie and here are some of my thoughts:

I was right. Charles is, for me, THE character in these movies.

Not gonna lie, what made them this enjoyable for me was the relationship between Charles and Erik. And I’m not even that much of a shiper, I just think the chemistry between these two was great, their interactions were interesting and pretty much carried all movies. I mostly give credit James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender who truly done a great job with bringing Charles and Erik back to life.

I really like how during the first three movies (FC, DoFP, Ap) we get the two opposite sites of the same coin. Both Charles and Erik want to preserve mutants, help them, give them safety, give them purpose ect… but they have very different ideas on how to do that, how to make that possible. I like how they are both wrong and right at the same time.

Erik is right, because we clearly see that “normal” people can’t really comprehend and accept “the other” (what a surprise). Mutants would never be entirely safe because they are different, they are in minority, they can be dangerous and they are beyond understanding of “normal” people (I guess I don’t need to elaborate more, we know how it works). But he is clearly wrong, because you can’t exterminate other just because they MAY be problematic in the future (or, ironically, because they are not like you). And then, there’s Charles, who's right, because aggression causes aggression. If you strive for war, that will be all you will ever have and sometimes you have to learn how to survive on different terms. But he is also wrong, because you cannot always have your peace, even though you want nothing more.

They were trying to live up to their dreams and beliefs and dynamics between then actually shaped the movies (ok, at last the first two). X-men Apocalypse was worst then two previous (I’d say that less Erik and Charles together made it that way), but wasn’t THAT bad. I like to think that Erik did in fact understand that Apocalypse was not a better option. Or he just didn’t want him to kill Charles, that reason is also fine.

But then we come to The Dark Phoenix, which was not good, at all.

I can skip the fact that in the previous movie Jean manifested Phoenix power (I mean, we can quarrel that it was only her, but why give it a shape of fiery wings then?), but generally her story arc was very similar to what we’ve already seen: Jean Grey doesn’t really know who she is and is scared of her power. As much as I respect Sophie Turner, I don’t consider her… well, a great actress, and her portrayal of Jean was sort of flat and boring.

Erik’s story arc is kinda non existent: he’s there just for the sake of being there. He’s only motive is “to kill Jean for killing Raven” (I’m not sure if it’s that good of a motivation for him; Raven spent much more time on her own or with Charles than with Erik, so him carrying for her so much felt more like a forced plot point than genuine feelings).

I have a feeling they made Charles dirty in this movie, and I'm not referring to his controversial decisions about Jean. Charles always wants to help others, sometimes to the extent it’s not a real help. He wants it so badly that he might lose the person he's helping along the way. Thant’s an interesting take, and some new layer to Charles Xavier. His methods are not always good, even when he does something in good faith, we’ve seen that clearly with Jean (though without Dark Phoenix power it could work). But one of his most important traits is that he CARES about others. Here? Not so much. He's definitely more... detached that usual, less involved in his students well being. And what about Raven? She was his sister, and he loved her dearly, this was shown very, very clearly in the previous three movies. And here what? One tear or two after her death? We got Hank and Erik (!) going crazy after Raven’s death and not even a proper cry from Charles? Am I supposed to believe that? And there, there's more: he made some mistakes and then lives the school? "By, you’re on your own now, have a nice time?" Like, what? These two things alone make him feel not like himself. And I pity that, cause we got three decent (good even) stories and there’s this one. It’s not even the fact that McAvoy cannot act, we perfectly know he can (we got three other movies in the franchise to confirm that), so what actually happened here?

Probably the only good thing in this movie is the ending and the scene in Paris.

[jtl-fics]

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Eventually, his grandma convinced him that he did not have to send a horse head to Ichirou Moriyama with his regrets. “He said if you’re ever looking for work my little Rotisserie, it’s going to be okay.” She had promised.

FF chooses to believe his grandma.

He’s found a lot of his mental stability is built up on just believing what his grandma has told him to soothe him, it helps that she’s usually right.

He takes some deep breathes, shoves down his embarrassment that he was seconds away from crying in front of Andrew, Captain Neil, and Nicky if Nicky hadn’t dragged the other two out. He really needed to thank Nicky.

“I can finish eating the soup Grandma, it’s really good. What was Kevin trying to do to it?” He asks taking the container his grandma brought the soup in and remembering what Nicky had said as he had gotten Captain Neil and Andrew out of the room.

“That boy is very handsome, very smart, and somehow does not have a bit of common sense.” His Grandma says with a fond laugh, “He wanted to put protein powder into your soup to help you heal faster.” She says.

FF had seen Kevin put protein powder in weirder things. What would be so bad about that?

“It was Vanilla flavored Protein powder my little Chicken.” She says reading the question off of his face and in his silence.

“Chicken and waffles exists as a flavor combination” he says not seeing what would have been so bad about it.

“Sweetie, you can’t have anything other than clear liquids right now. The doctor said so.” She says with a sigh.

He nods, that makes sense.

His grandma sighs and looks upwards.

“We need to talk to the Doctors about when you can get out of here. I think being back in a hospital is too hard on you.” She reaches up and brushes back his hair thumb starting at his eyebrow and tracing back to his ear. FF knows it’s not very noticeable otherwise his step brothers would have used the scar to torment him like how they brought up his slightly chipped ear. Still, he keeps his bangs long just so he never has to see the scar in the mirror, knowing his eyes will always search it out.

“It’s hard to sleep when it’s quiet.” He admits.

“I know.” She says. “Are you okay for people to come back in? I’ll take Nicky to act as my translator to go speak with the hospital or I can go with that nice coach of yours since he already knows I speak English.” She offers.

“Can…can you take Coach Wymack?” He asks because he really feels like he needs Nicky if his Gran is going off.

“Of course my little Chicken.” She rises up, takes the empty soup container from his hands, and kisses his forehead before she smoothes his bangs back down. “If you want I can just have Nicky come in and the rest can stay out.” She offers.

“No, just…maybe ask Nicky to come in first?” FF asks, he doesn’t want to be rude. They’re here to see him, it was just a lot and he wants to thank Nicky for giving him the time he needed to calm back down.

“Of course, such a sweet young man. His fiancé is lucky!” She says with a smile.

“Erik is a very lucky guy.” FF agrees managing to return the smile his grandma offered him.

“Ok, I’ll send Nicky in and take your Coach to go see about getting you discharged.” She says leaving out the door.

“Thank you.” He says into the now empty room before leaning against the pillows of his bed and looking around his room again.

His eyes narrow on the flowers Nicky had brought.

Pink Tulips, Yellow Sunflowers all in a Blue vase.

One does not become maintain a close friendship with Nicky Hemmick without hearing extensively about how he feels about newly adopted Pride Flags.

“Why did Nicky get me Pan Pride colors?” He asks if only to fill the silence.

***

Nicky couldn’t help but pace a bit. Somehow waiting for FF to calm down enough that he could take visitors again was a lot worse than waiting for him to wake up from being stabbed. He shouldn’t have let Andrew or Neil start in on his friend, he knows the two of them are scared but Nicky is the only one who can actually understand how scared FF would be.

His sweet little Rotisserie Chicken (He’s claiming it as his own, he’s in love, Aras is a laugh riot) would absolutely be spiraling in anxiety. The others are talking amongst themselves but Nicky isn’t feeling particularly chatty at the moment.

There’s a sound and Nicky’s head snaps up to see Aras coming out of FF’s hospital room. Her face giving away some of her exhaustion but she brightens the moment she sees him. It’s a nice thing, having someone her age being so happy to see him. “He wants to see you. I want to speak with Coach Wymack so he can help me work on getting our Chicken discharged, can you translate for me?” She asks in Polish slowly for his benefit.

Nicky stops.

“He wants to see me?” He asks, “Just me?” He adds wanting to make sure he was understanding her.

She nods, “He will let the others in after, but right now? You’re the only friendly face he wants to see.” She says, “Who could blame him when it’s such a handsome one!”  She reaches up and pats his cheek affectionately.

Nicky can’t help the smile that fills his face.

He almost wants to turn around and be smug about it with everyone. The last two additions to their family were far closer with Andrew and Aaron, but FF was his.

A friend that would pick Nicky over his cousins.

“Of course, I’ll help you talk to Wymack.” He says and offers his elbow to Aras who laughs and calls him a gentleman as the two of them walk over to where the rest of the Monsters and Wymack were waiting.

“Is Smiths ready for company again?” Aaron asks rising to his feet.

“He only wants to see me right now.” Okay yes, Nicky is going to gloat a little. He feels pretty good when both Neil and Andrew’s faces tighten just a smidge. “Coach, Aras wants you to come with her to see about getting Smithy discharged?” He says before a thought occurs to him, “Wait, won’t I need to be there to explain it to Aras?” He asks with a frown.

Wymack coughs.

“We’ll be fine. I’ll get the information and you or Smith can explain it to Aras afterwards if need be.” Wymack waves away Nicky’s concern. “Go sit with the kid.” Wymack says.

Nicky looks at Aras, “Will you be okay without me to translate?” He says not wanting to make the decision without her.

“We’ll make do.” She promises with a smile, “Look after our little Rotisserie Chicken, will you?” She asks.

Nicky nods before looking to Wymack, “At least offer the lady your elbow Wymack! You’re escorting a LADY!” He exclaims and Wymack rolls his eyes but tellingly does offer his elbow for Aras to take.

“A gentleman coach!” Aras laughs.

“I’ll go with them, I want to hear what might need to be done for Smiths.” Kevin says rising up from the plastic chair he’d been sat in. “Aaron do you want to come too?” He asks.

“I think I’ve suffered enough today.” Aaron says and Nicky wonders what the car ride over was like for his cousin to sound that tired.

Kevin tilts his head obviously not understanding what Aaron was talking about but before Aaron could open his mouth and turn it into an argument Nicky intervened, “Kevin, be a gentleman and offer Aras your elbow.” Nicky insists.

Kevin spluttered his cheeks going a little red.

“Coach already is escorting her!” He squawks.

“Do you think one man is enough for a woman of Aras’ caliber?” He asks seriously.

Kevin looks embarrassed but, sure enough, offers his elbow to Aras as well.

She takes it, “Two handsome gentlemen. What a treat. Now this one just needs to keep his mouth closed and he’d be perfect.” She looks up at Kevin with a smile.

Kevin, as he has since Aras arrived, just smiles back at Aras’ warm tone looking very much like a pleased golden retriever.

Nicky turns to head towards the door, “He doesn’t want to see us?” Neil asks and Nicky stops.

Neil looks uncomfortable and Andrew has the line on his forehead that he’s experiencing an emotion he isn’t comfortable with.

Nicky is a man with grace.

“I think he might just want to make sure this isn’t going to be Interrogation 2: Electric Boogaloo. I’ll promise that NO ONE,” he points a finger at each of the younger men, “is going to do that. Right?” He asks.

Aaron nods, Andrew gives off an aura of agreeing, and Neil opens his mouth, “We won’t.” He promises.

Nicky nods, “I’ll come get you guys in just a bit.” He says and heads for FF’s room.

Nicky finds FF sat up in his bed with tear marks under his eyes and feels his heart twist at the sight.

FF looks at him with a baffled look on his face, “You think I’m Pan?” He asks.

Nicky can’t help his laugh.

“I gotta cover my bases!” He says and fully steps into the room.

“I don’t even know if I like anyone like that!” He squawks, a flush rising to his cheeks and this is why Nicky has to control his laughter whenever someone says that FF seems like a chill guy.

“That’s why I was covering ALL of them!” Nicky teases unable to stop the laughter that bubbles up from his voice as he takes a seat next to his friend, “You feeling better? That must have been scary with Ichirou.” He says gently.

FF looks at Nicky, “It was.” He says, “I just…I hope I didn’t upset him in any way and make things hard for Captain Neil.” He looks at Nicky who is already shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about that. He seemed,” Nicky thinks back to Ichirou’s expression as he called FF ‘bright’, “pleased. Did he say anything to you about like a deal with Neil?” He asks.

“Not really, I just…he offered a reward and I told him to give it to Captain Neil. I can’t imagine how he was handling those kind of men being after him. I thought he deserved it more than I do.” FF says expression worried, “You really think it’s okay not to worry?” He asks.

Nicky could just eat him up.

He knows FF’s family aside from his grandma is a complete write off, maybe Erik and him could discuss adoption.

FF’s his anyways.

“Yeah, you did great Smithy. Don’t you worry about a thing other than what Kevin might be trying to sneak into your food.” He pats FF’s cheek.

“Yeah, it’s too early for protein powder is what Gran said.” FF nods as if it being too early in his recovery for the vanilla protein powder in his chicken broth was the singular issue.

Nicky decides to not pursue that further, if for nothing other than his own sanity.

“The others won’t bother you about Ichirou anymore or if they do I’ll stop them. Can they come back in?” Nicky asks.

FF doesn’t hesitate before he nods, “Yeah, sorry I just…thank you for having them step out. It would have been embarrassing for them to see me cry like I did.” He says.

Nicky looks at the obvious signs that FF had cried but doesn’t offer to clean them off fully. He thinks that the sight of it will stop any further inclination to interrogate.

“Of course Smithy. If they start overwhelming you again I’ll kick them right back out.” He promises and he means it, Andrew could threaten and scowl all he wants.

FF is Nicky’s friend and Nicky is going to do right by him.

***

Nicky goes and gets Andrew, Aaron, and Captain Neil from where they were waiting.

“Where’s Kevin?” FF asks looking at the three shorter men.

“He went off with coach and your grandma. He wants to know about your recovery and probably irritate them into releasing you if only so they can get rid of him.” Aaron answers taking a seat next to Nicky. “How was the soup?” He asks.

“It was good, I was pretty hungry.” FF smiles at Aaron. They hadn’t had much conversation and in all honesty FF didn’t really know what their relationship was, if they were friends or just acquaintances but he wanted to believe it said something in favor of them being friends that Aaron was here at all visiting him.

“That’s good.” Aaron offers him a smile that looks weird on a face that is identical to Andrew’s in so many ways even if there are just tiny differences.

He chats with Nicky and Aaron about inane things. Aaron tells him about Kevin’s multiple clashes with the nutritionist, Nicky talks about how Aras baked the pie with the ingredients he’d gotten, and Captain Neil and Andrew remain silent in the chairs they had sat down in. Maybe they don’t want to talk to him other than getting information that Nicky has deemed ‘off the table’. Captain Neil keeps looking at his face, opening his mouth, and then shutting it.

Maybe they just don’t want to be friends anymore after he blew it with talking to Ichirou.

FF comforts himself that at least Nicky is his friend, Aaron seems to be friendly enough with him, Kevin cares enough about him as a player to want to find out about his recovery and that could be counted as a friend. He has a vague sense that he also made a friend along the way to the hospital but that might have just been the blood loss and shock.

Maybe the EMT was just being nice.

His Gran comes back with Coach Wymack and Kevin both of them bringing her in on their elbows for some reason. Kevin looks a little irritated but he smiles at Gran before she takes the seat left open for her at Nicky’s side. Coach Wymack lets him know that after a final check from the doctor he’ll be free to leave.

“Are…are you going back to Palmetto?” Captain Neil asks him as Coach Wymack and Kevin were taking their seats.

FF blinks.

“Yeah, why? Am I off the team?” He asks and is quite proud that his voice doesn’t shake when he asks. This will keep him from playing for the rest of the semester. It might be better for them to-

Captain Neil smiles and he sees Andrew’s shoulders loosen. “Of course you’re still on the team Smith. We’re keeping you.” He says reaching over and squeezing FF’s shoulder once before moving and sitting back and sharing a relieved look with Andrew who merely rolls his eyes.

“I told you he wasn’t going to go back home.” Andrew says in Russian.

“We made him cry.” Captain Neil says in the same language and it takes everything in FF to not go red in mortification. Oh god he thought he had escaped anyone realizing that he had sobbed like a baby to his Gran.

The mortification passes quickly when he realizes why Andrew and Captain Neil had been quiet. They had been worried he’d leave and maybe a part of that was that they’d be losing two players but…

He looks at Andrew’s relaxed body language now and knows that Andrew wouldn’t care about losing a member of the team the way Captain Neil might.

…but maybe it’s that they wanted him to stay.

The thought leaves him feeling the best he has in months.

***

Signing out of the hospital takes a lot of paperwork. There are plans being faxed over to Abby. There are follow-ups being scheduled at the hospital down in Palmetto. There are discussions about who will go get FF’s stuff from his dorm so that his stay at Abby’s can be more comfortable. There is also the fact that his Grandma has asked if she can take up the other guest room to help with his recovery.

It makes him happy and guilty all at the same time.

Eventually he’s in a wheelchair being pushed out by Nicky and loaded into the Maserati with Nicky, his Gran, Neil, and with Andrew at the wheel. He notices how Andrew’s hands are solidly on 10 and 2 and feels better even if he wishes he had asked for that medical coma.

It’s a quick trip to the cousin’s house to grab their stuff and load it into both Wymack and Andrew’s cars and then they’re on their way back to Palmetto.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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SO I’M AT THE MENTION LIMIT. 

Moving forward I’m going to put the people who want a ping in a separate post with a link to the new part. As always if your name is there, it’s spelled right, and you didn’t get a notification then it might be something in your settings.

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Zombie Apocalypse Cherik AU - Relationships

Relationship Things

I will feed you cherik lovers at the end but first. Some others.

Logan x Kurt (Logurt)

These two are in it for the long haul. They were planning their wedding before the infection broke out actually, too bad plans have been postponed. Kurt is Logan’s anchor to this world, he keeps him level and calm. Logan in turn is Kurt's safe place, after a rough life he went through Kurt is thankful to have someone who gets it and is patient with him. Surprisingly healthy yaoi. Kurt refers to Logan as his husband because he can, but he does want to actually get married somewhat normally one day. They make good dads too! Jubilee and Kitty are well taken care of and happy despite it all. They are happily in love and their bond is stronger than ever through the apocalypse. 

Rouge x Remy (Romy)

So, finally explaining them. After the outbreak they were attempting to reach FC but got caught off guard one day when camping in an abandoned mall. CHOMP right into Remy’s arm. Rouge promises that she can find a way to fix this. She’d heard whispers of a girl who was immune traveling south, so they catch up to the group. Rouge says that they need medical supplies for a nasty blade cut in his leg and to stay somewhere safe at night. Jean and Kurt beg the others to let them stay, despite Charle’s wariness that Rouge is purposefully blocking him out and he can’t read Remy’s mind. Staying the night, Rouge tries to siphon Wanda’s life force thinking her mutant power was the cure. This causes massive fighting and Logan threatens to kill Remy then and there so they don’t have to deal with anymore zombies. Rouge begs them to let her and Remy go. Saying they’ll go lock themselves somewhere safe. Die together somewhere safe. Eventually, they agree and the two disappear and are never heard from again.

 SO. Tragedy, I’m aware. But this is them two loving each other so fiercely they wont even let death do them part. Remy’s mindset is ‘if i'm going to die it will be kissing my soul sucker girlfriend and I don’t care what hell that puts me in’ and Rouge’s mindset is ‘if something is gonna kill me please god let it be my boyfriend.’  They are madly in love, Romeo and Juliet levels of love. So dying together is the only path.

In a happier version I’d say that the cure gets to them in the nick of time! Unfortunately this is not true, the two of them are laying in a barn somewhere. Zombified but with knives in both their chests (a trap they set for themselves). 

Scott x Jean (Scean? Jott?)

Silly high school age love story. Scott thinks she’s pretty, she feels the weight of the entire world on her shoulders. The usual. Very light hearted and fun and doesn’t get farther then a kiss on the cheek but it shows love preserving.

Raven x Irene (Idk man)

Okay so this is actually just angst. So, Raven ‘dies’ in the swarm. Very shortly after they run into Irene who’s like “I’m quite sad, the woman I was meant to love isn’t here. She should be… I’m sorry you lost her.” And Charles is GAGGED and it’s just more misery. But Irene provides some insight and gets they asses moving after the loss so thanks Irene!

Charles x Erik (Cherik)

Okay. The main two. The gays who cross the country to meet then go through Texas and back together. That’s a feat not for the faint of heart. 

Leading up to this Charles knew he was gay for a while, never been in a committed gay relationship tho cuz he was focusing on school. Erik is very very new to being out of the closet. Not Just finding out but not really accepting it very much until he decided that caring about that during the apocalypse was stupid as hell so yeah. Two bisexual men. Their relationship starts off cautious and business like but slowly but surely shifts into more. Charles helps care for Erik’s children and Erik keeps Charles safe and makes Raven stop shoving him around so much.

However, despite their growing affection neither of them are really thinking they’re in love until they are shoved in the right direction by Logurt and small children. This bubbles up to Charles getting confused and Hurt when Erik starts blocking him out of his head because Erik is worried he’ll be made.

They finally get together when, on the return, they’re intercepted by Emma and Azazel on their way back. They want to kill Wanda and take Jean to try and gain more control over the virus and eliminate all human kind. This conflict ends when Charles finally taps into the fact he’s an Omega Level telepath and completely wipes the twos memory of them at all. And changes their agenda to be going home. Erik finds this hot as hell.

After the brotherhood leaves and the kids (still sleeping) are safe Charles and Erik have a true heart to heart and they confess their love to each other. Very cheesy ‘you complete me’ type stuff.

They are each others other half’s the whole time. Charles patience and Erik’s sternness, Erik’s violence and Charles’s peace keeping, Charles’s optimism and Erik’s pessimism. They balance each other out and become quite the familial unit with the kids :]  

Ask if you’re wondering anything or have little ideas!!!!!

This on love.

Tune in next time for some other facet of this au.

View the original post about them HERE and from there you can find the continuation!

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🚨Spoilers for episode 5 of X-men’97🚨

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT HUUUHHUUHH I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE A GAMBIT EPISODE BECAUSE OF THE TITLE BUT WHAT IS HAPPENING what too much that’s for sure. Jean? Logan? Scott? Erik? Cable?!Rogue?!? GAMBIT?!?! I’m tweaking so bad I can’t. Well first off I loved the episode but I’m also going a little insane. IS HE DEAD?!? He can’t be dead, that just can’t happen, wake up Gambit. Is sacrifice was awesome but after all the Rogue and Gambit stuff that happened this episode? Wellll they did say that they were just going to be friends because MAGNETO WANTS TO GET MARRIED but erm it was still clear that after the dance with her and Magneto that she does NOT have feelings for him and is rather just torn because she has feelings for Gambit but can only touch Erik. AUGAHAHS AND THAT SPEECH SHE GAVE?!? Well it wasn’t really a speech but the conversation between her and Gambit, that was crazy. Nightcrawler being my man and helping us Rogue and Gambit shippers out but it’s sad we didn’t get much of her and Nightcrawler. Okay okayyyy so at least we’re not getting Rogue and Magneto because of the end of the dance “some things are deeper than skin” AUSFHAHEYGAHAGGAHAYGSHAJ Erik, hate to be like this, but it lowkey feels like he’s manipulating Rogue due to the fact that she can only touch him and he’s using that to get her to himself. Alsoooo I guess he’s just given up on his dead wife lol and I never thought he loved her I just kinda thought he was using the sexy 20 somethin yo because she hawt and all but I guess we’re jumping straight to the L word lol. AUSFHAHSGA Remy please don’t be goneeee, you can’t be, you can’t just do that, I mean we already got Xavier (well kinda) at least he has his spirit with em and is in space with his space soulmate or whatever. Erm oh yeah Erik might also be dead butttt…. That’s not really what I’m worried about. LOGAN AND JEAN WHAT ATE YOU DOING, I look away from my happy little married couple for 3 minutes and they’re off doing this, then the minute I look back to Rogue and Gambit HES DEAD. They goin craaazy right now and I don’t know how to handle it. I’m shaking, screaming, tweaking and all of the above. Okay let’s get the list of things we can celebrate about

-Rogue definitely doesn’t have feelings for Magneto (nice nice haha)

-Rogue has feelings for Gambit but is just very conflicted because she can’t touch him (TOO BAD HES DEAD)

-And lastly this is the Marvel universe and death is never the end soooo (but even if he is dead that’s a pretty sick way to go)

I guess I’ll just be going crazy until the next episode. If you guys have any thoughts or theories please share because without new thoughts of hope my mind will explode

[multi-fandoms-posts]

A Surprising Encounter

X Men Masterlist

X Men Masterlist 2

It’s a quiet night in the abandoned warehouse where Charles and Erik plan to meet a new, alleged mutant. The atmosphere is tense, yet Charles senses something else: a presence, a flicker of energy that he can’t quite define.

Suddenly, someone appears directly before them—a figure materializes out of nowhere. It’s you, Y/N, and your arrival makes the two men momentarily step back in surprise. A smile crosses your face.

"So, you’re the famous mutant hunters?" Your voice has a playful tone, and your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Charles smiles politely, his gaze fixed intently on you. "Mutant hunters? I’d call us… more like mutant helpers."

You cross your arms and smile back. "How charming. I’ve heard of you two. A mind reader and a… what was it… a magnet artist."

Erik snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. But Charles takes a step closer, his smile widening, almost mischievously. "And who exactly are you to label us so quickly?"

"I’m Y/N," you respond easily, your voice confident and a bit provocative. "And I can do things that might just leave you both speechless."

Erik rolls his eyes. "Charles, I don’t waste my time on people who treat their powers like a show."

But Charles chuckles softly. "Erik, relax. Our friend here is clearly talented… and a woman with style." His gaze travels briefly down you, then back up to your eyes. "May I ask, Y/N, what exactly do you do with your abilities?"

You grin at him challengingly. "I teleport wherever I want. And sometimes, when it fits, I steal a few hearts."

Charles laughs, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so? Well, I suppose I’ve been warned."

You smirk, leaning a bit closer to him. "Would that be a bad thing?"

He doesn’t back away an inch, looking directly into your eyes. "I imagine it would be… very interesting."

You feel the warmth of his attention, the slight tingling sensation emanating from him. It’s as if the two of you are in your own little space, shut off from Erik and the surroundings.

"Well, if you like," you say lightly, "you can recruit me. But only if one of you can show me it’s worth it."

Charles tilts his head, a sparkle in his eyes. "Worth it?" he repeats softly, almost a whisper, stepping even closer. "I can show you many things, Y/N. But you’ll have to decide for yourself if it’s to your liking."

Erik shakes his head. "Charles, we’re here to build a team, not to flirt."

"Of course," Charles says, winking at you. "But i can’t help it if interesting people enter our lives?" He looks at you again, his gaze openly curious. "What do you say, Y/N? It might be worth a try, don’t you think?"

You tilt your head, meeting his intense gaze. "Maybe," you reply, "but only if you promise to show me the more exciting sides of this life."

Charles smiles and nods slowly. "Oh, I promise you that. With us, you certainly won’t be bored."

At that moment, as his gaze lingers on yours, you feel the tension between you both—a blend of curiosity and fascination that seems to charge the air around you.

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Hey love your work! can you write some Mika x James smut please im desperate! <3 Hope you have a wonderfull day <3

Thank you! <3

Once I got started on this James seemed to write himself! I can't be bothered to edit right now, so look for a cleaner version on AO3 in a couple of days.

According to plan

How is Mika going to get the attention she craves from James? Maybe she needs a plan, or maybe spontaneity will win the day.

Mika sighs and flicks sand with her toe. James has his nose stuck firmly in his latest book, all but ignoring the beautiful seaside.

It wouldn’t be so bad that it’s how he wants to spend his beach time if it weren’t for the fact he’s been acting like a manager for the whole trip. Of course he’s been good at it too. Every day has been a perfect mix of activities. Enough time on the beach to have fun but not enough to get bored and sunburnt, fantastic local food for dinner, and excursions to stunning natural wonders.

Mika cringes at how selfish those thoughts make her feel. It really has been the perfect vacation, except for the fact she’s hardly spent any time with James. At first, she was happy to sit and read beside him, but she exhausted her reading material 2 days ago.

Another sigh escapes Mika as her mind wanders to the tall, dark-haired, too-smart-for-his-own-good love interest from her novel. He had been very eager to spend time alone with the protagonist.

“Hey doofus!”

Her moment of pleasant distraction is shattered by Sam’s shout, “stop staring into space like a fish and come souvenir shipping with us!”

Mika rolls her eyes at Sam’s insulting simile, “It’s called ‘thinking’, Sam, you should try it sometime.”

James smiles behind his book, sharing his secret glee at Sam’s sputtering response in a quick glance at Mika. Her heart does a little flutter at his smile.

Before she can recover control of her body, James shouts towards his brothers, “Don’t take too long! We’re meeting in the lobby for dinner at 6!” and motions her off with a tilt of his head.

Mika misses the hungry gaze cast over the top of his book, watching her every movement as she stretches and pulls a sundress over her swimsuit.

After shopping and dinner, Mika, Erik, and Damien are star gazing from the rooftop bar of their hotel. Each has been lost in their own thoughts since the others have gone to bed, quietly watching more and more stars blink into existence in the darkening sky.

“You know,” Damien says after several minutes of silence, “James is very good at planning”

Erik and Mika make small noises in acknowledgement to Damien stating the obvious. He continues, “but even he can’t plan a … spontaneous moment”

Mika’s face heats at the absolutely lewd inflection he managed to pack into such an innocuous word. Erik fails miserably at stifling giggles beside her.

“Maybe that’s something you can help him with.” Damien finishes casually.

Mika shoots to her feet indignant but also suddenly desperate to see James. She had been thinking about him all day, imagining how he might sweep her off her feet at any given moment. More often than not said sweeping landed her in bed with him. The mere mention of his name triggered a fresh wave of want inside her.

She stalks off in a pretend huff. Erik’s teasing words ring in her ears “Have fun~”

Alone in the elevator she wonders what kind of fun James would want to have.

 Mikas feet take her back to the hotel suite while her mind remains distracted by images of James.

Suddenly she’s standing in his empty room and all of her confidence evaporates in an instant. The door to the common area is ajar, did she open it? The lights are on, she’s pretty sure she didn’t do that.

James is nowhere in sight. Maybe that’s a good thing, she was too busy fantasizing to have any idea what she was going to say to him anyway. Mika turns to leave, resigned to try to take the edge off in the shower.

Mika’s exit is halted as she walks right into something. Hands are wrapped around her upper arms, keeping her from stumbling backwards.

Her focus snaps back to reality and onto James. His eyes are slightly wide in surprise. They’re almost hidden by damp black hair. A white towel drapes over his shoulders. His shoulders and arms are covered in a light blue satin pajama top that has yet to be buttoned.

Mika notices how her fingers are braced against the bare skin of his chest and her breath hitches.

James leans down until his nose is nearly touching Mika’s neck. He takes two slow, deep breaths. Each exhale sends shivers down her spine and sets her heart racing.

When he finally stands straight his pupils are wide. “You smell incredible”, his voice is quiet, but pitched deep, graveling against the bottom of his throat.

His words pull sharply at the need building inside of her. “I—I’ve been thinking about you.” Mika’s fingers move slowly up James’ chest.

Amber eyes seem to darken with James’ chuckle, “what have you been think that has you in such a …state?” His final word is accompanied by his heated gaze traveling slowly down Mika’s body.

Mika swears she can feel his eyes on her. Her nipples tighten as he gazes at her chest and an unbearable heat pulses between her thighs as he stared pointedly where she can feel wetness gathering in her bikini bottoms.

Mika can’t take the tension for one second longer. Her hands grab the back of James’ head and pull him down into a rough kiss. Her fingers roughly grip his damp hair as his tongue slides inside her mouth.

After a moment James straightens, “You know, It is quite improper for a young lady to be in a man’s bedroom so late at night.” His usual manners play with the flirtatious undertones of his words.

“What will people think?”, he continues.

Mika recognizes the out that he is giving her a chance to choose between the gentleman and the demon. A wicked grin breaks across her face, “They’ll think I’m the lucky girl who gets to fuck an incubus.”

Suddenly, Mika is pushed against the wall. She registers one of James’ hands under her ass while his hips pin hers. The other is gently guiding her jaw in a passionate kiss. Their mouths work in tandem for several long moments, every movement of James’ lips sends waves of heat crashing into her core.

When they finally break apart, flushed and panting, James’ eyes glow a warm gold. “May I?”

“Please” The word is barely out of Mika’s mouth before a warm tingling sensation rushes through her. The world slows as the enthrallment kicks in, Mika’s attention is focused solely on the demon between her legs, pining her to the wall.

 His eyes look fierce without glasses to soften them. Mika wonders how far she can push him. She starts by grabbing the towel around his neck and tossing it to the floor. Then her hands find his chest again and slide his open shirt off his shoulders. James carefully shifts his hold on her to let it fall to the floor while keeping Mika off the ground.

She takes in his form approvingly, trying her best to replicate how his gaze made her feel. Her eyes lock onto a bulge in the satin on his pants. One hand drifts lazily down his stomach before groping lower. Mika gasps as he twitches in her hand. His head thuds against the wall next to hers as he groans out her name.

“James!” her voice sounds desperate in her ears. His teeth come to the thin straps on her shoulder. A hand mirrors the motion on her other side and her bikini top and sundress are pulled down below her breasts.

James wastes no time in lavishing her breasts. The gentle circles of his tongue send energy spiraling down between her thighs.

Mika squirms in pleasure, searching desperately for friction to sate the burning in her core. Her hips buck forward and she slides against James’ hip.

“Don’t move or I’ll drop you!” James growls around her nipple. But he does release her other breast and slides his fingers along her inner thigh. When they reach her bikini bottoms, nimble fingers untie the knots at each hip before throwing the garment away.

Mika gasps as the cool air moves against her folds.

James locks eyes with her as one finger traces agonizing patterns around her clit. Mika bites her lip, and moans as she does her best to repress the desire to squirm under his touch.

Mika is growing hotter and hotter. Energy swirls from everywhere in her body down to the small bundle of nerves James is teasing and back out again. Every cycle is more intense than the last and Mika feels she may lose her mind from the pleasure if it goes on much longer. She dares not move and become unsecure in James’ grasp, but she does have one more tool in her arsenal.

“R—Raestrao!” she cries as another ripple of pleasure radiates from her core.

The incubus shudders almost imperceptibly as he pants open-mouthed. Mika sees a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends new shivers down to where James’ fingers have halted.

Mika hooks her fingers into his waistband and pushes it down. James’ cock springs free and bounces against her folds. The pair gasp at the sudden sensation.

In an instant James’ head is pressed into her. Mika squeezes her walls around him. His lips pull back in a snarl as he thrusts quickly into her. Mika chokes on a gasp at the sudden fullness, reveling in the slight twinge in her muscles that she’d never be able to achieve alone.

She’s allowed one more moment to adjust before James starts pushing into her at a punishing pace.

Mika lets her head fall back against the wall; her eyes screwed shut as she’s flooded with wave after wave of pleasure. Her dull nails carve into the flesh of James’ back, earning her another deep groan.

James shifts his feet and nails her against the wall. Mika’s energy swirls violently in her body funneling down to where she and James are connected. For a moment everything is white, Mika is floating in an ocean of tingling pleasure.

Then a dam breaks and Mika is screaming for James. She’s not sure which names she’s using, maybe both. She distantly realizes she hears her own name too.

A moment later, the hotel room comes back into focus. James slowly slides out from her, then leans her against his chest as he walks towards the bed. They collapse onto it unceremoniously.

They remain a sweaty pile of tangled limbs and heavy breathing for several minutes. Eventually, James brushes the hair out of Mika’s face, “love?”

His voice sounds so uncertain. Mika reassures him with a long and tender kiss. Her hands trace gently over his scalp. They share a warm smile as they finally break apart.

“You know, you’re pretty loud when you want to be. What will people think?” Mika finally finds the words to tease James who promptly blushes.

Just as he opens his mouth the respond, Matthew’s voice echoes from the other side of the wall, “They’ll think ‘please shut up and let the rest of us get some sleep!’”

[five--losers]

 Anonymous: fic request! mika and erik bonding at 3am cuz neither of them can sleep?

[An archived request.]

It was nights like these Mika was grateful she had a balcony. No tip-toing around the house, no slippers, just pop out for a breath of fresh air and try to sleep again. When she stepped out, however, there was a massive, thick-rooted tree in the front yard, not a few feet from her balcony. It hadn’t been there this morning, Mika knew that much.

Only one person had the skill and know-how for that kind of magic. Mika smiled a bit and stepped out.

“Erik?”

Outside her line of sight, Mika heard him perk up. “Mika? Is that you I hear awake so late?”

“Mm-hmm.” She approached the stone rail and leaned against it. “Couldn’t sleep.”

The tree’s trunk bent oh-so-slightly, its leaves shivered, and a vine crept along the highest branch and down to extend towards Mika.

“Neither can I. Would you care to join me? Misery loves company, I hear.”

“That… would be nice, yeah,” Mika accepted the vine’s offer.

It wound smoothly around her arm and torso, supporting and mindful, then lifted her off her feet. Mika gripped it for support, trusting Erik’s abilities, until she was safely set down on the other side of the tree next to Erik.

Erik beamed. “Good evening, stranger.”

Mika smirked. “Good evening. What’s keeping you awake so late?”

Erik sighed with a shrug. “I have fed quite recently. When energy is at a premium, I hardly need sleep.”

“You fed? With whom?” Mika remembered it being at least a week since Erik had his turn with Mika.

“Ah…” Erik looked down with a little smile. “Well… Andrew and I have been seeing more of each other lately. Ah­– only kissing! I saw that look, princess, you know me better than that. I would never rush him into something so monumental for humans.”

Mika leaned back against the tree and flashed a big grin. “So… does that mean you two are officially dating?”

He paused, but couldn’t hold back the smile that had him biting his lip. “Yes…! Andrew looked like he was going to pass out before I could give him my answer, but bless him, I’ve never seen him so happy. It warms my wretched soul…”

“That’s good!” Mika bumbed shoulders with him. “I’m really happy for you two!”

Erik rubbed his neck, a blush already dusting his cheek. “Thank you, princess… I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you’re alright with it.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Mika shifted to sit more comfortably on the branch. “I think you’ll be good for each other.”

Erik smiled at his shoes without a reply.

Crickets chirped away below, audible even from their height. The occasional soft light from a distant car passing by was the only sign of activity in the silence.

“Hmm…”

Mika glanced over. “Hmm?”

“Nights like these, I find myself a bit homesick.”

“Ah…” Mika looked down. “Not for the bad things though, right?”

Erik’s hair covered his face from Mika’s side, but Mika could see him look down. “No… of course not for the bad things. There were… I had many good friends outside of the kingdom. I can’t help but think of them from time to time and wonder if they miss me, or if they are angry that I ran away without so much as a farewell.”

“I think they would understand. You were in a bad place, you needed to get out as soon as you could.”

“Hmm…”

Mika paused. “What were your friends like?”

Erik chuckled. “Oh, they were wild things by sunset. Have you heard of demons called ‘Fae’?”

“It… rings a bell. What are they?”

“Forest spirits. Believers in nature and natural beauty, love, pleasure, and celebration for the sake of celebration. They possess the lower half of a fawn. Some have facial features as well.”

“Those exist?”

“Naturally,” Erik leaned back, a fond smile gracing his lips. “I used to steal away in the night, out of the castle, and join them in a forest just near the kingdom. They would have a small bonfire raging, and we would dance around it and sing. Some of us would copulate there in the firelight, and it was such a free feeling to not care who saw or heard, that it was alright. They helped me climb the treetops, and we used leaves and seeds to make jewelry for one another. ‘We are the trees, and the trees are eternal.’”

Mika listened, her chin propped up on her fist. “Sounds like a wild time.”

Erik hummed, perfectly content. “They taught me a great deal about myself, both as a prince and as an incubus. I owe much of my confidence to them.”

“So you used to fuck fawns by a bonfire.”

Erik shot her a look. “Is that really all you got from this?”

“Answer the question, furry.”

“Ah-! Ugh. Yes, it’s a commonplace thing for Fae. They’re a race well-known for their sexual freedom. Sex is simply one of the many means to take and share pleasure with another.”

“So how many of them did you sleep with?”

Erik looked up for a moment, murmuring something indistinguishable.

Mika grinned. “That’s a lot.”

“Now princess, if you’re going to judge my choices in life then do me the honor of judging the things that matter.”

Mika giggled. “I’m not judging. But I didn’t take you as the down-to-earth tree-loving sort.”

It was Erik’s turn to chuckle. “There are many things about us you have yet to discover. With time, perhaps I’ll share with you the secrets of the Fae and their flower crowns.”

“Flower crowns? Do you know how to make one?”

Erik beamed at her.

[peachyproserpina]

Peach, hello! It’s Angie 🫶

(The way I ran to your inbox when I saw this 👀)

I’m pretty tall with red hair and green eyes. I sometimes wear glasses and have braces, as well as some colourful tattoos.

I’m a bit of an introvert and can be really shy at times, but I also never shut up when I feel comfortable. I love being silly (like letting out short screams in public spaces with a straight face and monkey running down the aisles of stores) and making people laugh makes my heart so happy. I’m a therapist in training and I can’t help wanting to listen to people and help them as best I can.

I’m a bit of a people pleaser, but I’m also fiercely loyal and protective of those I care about (impulses so bad, I once bit someone for harassing my friends 👀). I love drawing and writing, and my favourite band is Glass Animals.

I hope this is enough to go on (got a lil weird, whoops)! Thank you! 💖

Caracalla is your match ♥ 

Your striking eyes caught his interest at first and your shy first impression nearly drove him mad.  He was relentless in his pursuit of you and when he was finally able to break through that exterior and see how silly and fun you are he was smitten. He’s extremely overprotective and it pains him to be away from you for extended periods of time. He strives to make you happy however he can. 

He confides in you more so than he does Dondus or Geta and takes your council to heart. He’s ready to declare a holiday in your honor and is lavishing you with gifts and different writing utensils. He begs you to read to him and enjoys the way your voice calms his heart and the tempest in his mind. 

Angie, okay, so I know you haven’t seen warfare yet. But - hear me out. JUST HEAR ME OUT! 

Erik.

 Look, I know it feels kind of crazy and out of left field but I can just feel that he’d match your freak in the best way possible. I can 100% see him standing on the other end of the isle making gorilla sounds as you run. Or having to haul your ass away to make sure you don’t fight that asshole who keeps shoving yall around at a concert. I also can also see the other guys in the platoon not believing that you can really get up to that kinda mischief and dismiss him. He’s comfortable enough around you that he can relax and drop the officer title and just relax which he really cannot do at any other time. Don’t ask me why but Erik screams indie to me so glass animals would be in his wheelhouse for sure. 

[dani-ya-dig]

I just watched a really shitty movie so I’m gonna rant about how The Balance did this better when it was made by one dude voicing most of the characters.

So The Balance is a great series with where it’s at so far, but what I mainly am focusing on (as far as this little rant goes) is how Erik introduced Elliott.

Erik did a good job with introducing and endearing Elliott to the audience before the all of the events that take place in The Balance really occurred.

Which I understand seems like such a “yeah, fucking duh that’s what you should do” thing. But I watch a lot of horror movies, and obviously a lot of these horror movies have horrible things happening to the characters in these movies. But somehow these movies, some of which are made with huge teams by large production companies, fail to do this seemingly very obvious thing even half as well as A FUCKING BOYFRIEND ASMR CHANNEL.

Starting off point, Sunshine and Elliott were already best friends even before Elliott’s first audio and that was a good choice. The dynamic between them is already there, and that kind of gives off an immediate sense of familiarity with the character. Putting the listener in the position of someone close to the character already endears him because, yeah that’s our bestie!!!

And then along with this in his first two audios you learn enough about him to make him a lovable character. Just small things like him being afraid of open water, his love for the stars especially ones that people can’t see that well, having used looking at the stars as an escape from his life as a kid, him actively helping Sunshine with their nightmares when they met even if they never became friends, how despite him loving his powers he prefers to live in reality over dreams because reality is complex, and flawed, and unpredictable, and real.

My point being, that is not a lot of time between Elliott’s first introduction, and when him and Sunshine get thrown into all the cult shit. Yet still even with that little time I’ve learned enough about Elliott and who he is that the stakes feel serious when he gets put in a horrible situation, and I can actively route for him to get out of said situation.

And yes, Erik does have more time to do that given that it’s a series rather than a movie… but ONE DUDE WITH A MICROPHONE DID WHAT SO MANY PEOPLE WHO WRITE MOVIES PROFESSIONALLY SUCK BALLS AT!!

(Feeling very “TONY STARK WAS ABLE TO BUILD THIS IN A CAVE!! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!!”)

Like yes, I can watch a character going through a horrible situation and feel base empathy for them of “oh that would really suck to go through”. But if I know nothing about that character, or you don’t give me any information about this character to form an opinion off of, it’s never going to go beyond that base level empathy. I’m not going to be actively and hopefully routing for your character to get out of the situation, I’m just gonna be passively watching as things happen to them.

tl;dr

Watching horror movies sucks sometimes because ya gotta go through a bunch of bad ones to get to a good one, and redacted audio good.

Also 10 dani points to whoever can guess what movie inspired this rant

[desiresiwant]

⎯⎯ Imagine if Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter from my Warm-Blooded longfic series was pregnant. The chaos of it all LMAOOO

KLAUS : constantly hovering over his daughter, literally breathing down her neck. Always present for every appointment, always asking the doctor every little question irking their nerves to ensure his daughter and her baby are healthy. Already there whenever she’s suffering from aches and pains and any uncomfortable feeling. Doing whatever he can to replace Erik’s (Deena’s werewolf boyfriend) spot. He doesn’t like to admit it or sour the mood, but he’s terrified of this pregnancy. Deena (my oc) is one of a kind and who’s to tell what may happen when the otherside catches whiff of this. I mean, what will become of his grandchildren? Will they inherit all of Deena’s tribrid abilities or will they be just werewolves, or just witches, or both, or just normal people?

REBEKAH : is in charge of her niece’s meals. She’s read hundreds of books and has acquired the knowledge of serving well-balanced meals. Deena wants a cheat day? That’s too damn bad. She’s gonna have to wait until after the baby is born especially if it isn’t providing her niece with the nutrients needed. She even keeps tabs on her vitamins; color coded and organized by each day it should be taken. Already practicing how to deal with kinky hair so she can help get her grandnephew and nieces get ready for school. Shittt she already has a room near the nursery. She’s likely the first to already start shopping for the baby. And I mean, a wall-high stack of pampers that will likely be donated because babies grow pretty fast. Cubbies filled of cozy socks, blankets, toys, shit the baby won’t even be using until they’re older. Because she’s been a nurse before, she’s set on being the one to deliver the baby….or at least in the same room, at her side, being her second voice when shit gets rough and hazy.

ELIJAH : he’s thinking in the long run. The future. Generations after generations. He’s setting up trust funds, stocks, signing over property, researching good neighborhoods to raise a family and the best education one can get. Finding the best witches of the best that he trusts to protect/cloak the house and keep their enemies from finding Deena and her legacy. He dotes on his niece and it’s no secret. He’ll drive her around. Put up with her moodswings, doing and giving her whatever to keep her happy. It’s his job to pry Klaus off his daughter so Deena can have a moment alone with Erik , and ensure she and everyone else is safe. He’s keeping the pantry restocked and the place clean. He definitely can’t wait to tell the little ones bedtime stories of the many lives they’ve lived …the clean version ofc.

KOL : he’s the guy to go to when Deena needs a little trouble. A couple of rules broken. Fuck Rebekah’s rigid nutritional plan. If his niece wants to indulge in weird cravings and constant cheat days, he’s giving it to her. She’s pregnant and who can tell a pregnant woman no? He’s looking forward toward his grandnephew and nieces. Being that Deena was the tribrid with a powerful bloodline of witches, he knew they would inherit magic. He couldn’t wait to teach the little ones, maybe get them to do his bidding from a safe distance while keeping their identity hidden and and without anyone finding out. Best believe he’s teaching them defensive spells and spells one wouldn’t approve of to expand their horizon. Best they learn now than late.

FREYA (based off my version) : would be practicing  multiple pagan beliefs to protect and bless Deena and the generations to come after her. She will struggle the most with her smoking and drinking addiction, having to basically stay clean not disturb her niece’s pregnancy or do it elsewhere. Faaaaaar from the house as Klaus would demand. Not even a scent must linger on her. Along with her lovers. She would be the one always napping with her niece. Cuddled with her pillow, snoring for hours to sleep off previous afflictions and long nights out living the city life. Maybe she would take classes with Rebekah to learn how to deal with babies, though it’s been long decided changing diapers and dealing with endless crying wasn’t for her. BUT she would try. She and Kol would tag team teaching their grandnephew and nieces magic, including sprinkles of dark magic. She believes all forms of magic should be taught though they would find themselves in multiple disagreements with how their teachings should go.

MARCEL : it’s his little sister, he’s so damn excited to become an uncle. Aside from Klaus, he’s taking all necessary precautions by keeping an ear out in the Quarter to ensure Deena’s pregnancy remains private. He’d probably sire a few vampires solely to protect his little sister and his nieces and nephews. He’s already buying extra stuff babies and a newly mother would need. Already ready to play with them and show off his vampire abilities. The cool uncle who’s indulges in their curiosities and take them out on weekend trips to give Deena a break. He’s got some competition with the rest of the Mikaelsons but it doesn’t stop him from being there for his sister and for his nieces and nephews.

ERIK : he’s just trying to get his girlfriend back so that he can do his job as the father of their child, likely to obviously be Deena’s husband by then.

[rougepancake]

Constellations

Eriks!Vash x Ex bounty hunter!Afab!Reader

Not proofread because who was time for that

I’m also not that confident in it lolol-

Warnings: Vash is in plant heat, monster fucking??, breeding??? (TEE HEE), weird plant biology in general????, overstim, mentions of fingering. Let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Eriks typically helps out delivering rations to everyone in town, and he just can’t help himself from being drawn in by you. However, you find people truly insufferable.

“Hey Lina, why don’t you go help Eriks with the deliveries today?” Sheryl suggests, placing a hand on her hip as she stares down at her granddaughter. Lina gives her a mischievous smile and runs out of the bar, having no intentions of helping him. She’s a troublemaker, that girl. Even if she means well she’s still constantly endangering herself.

Lina runs out into the streets and chases after Eriks, grinning from ear to ear as she jumps up and smacks him on the back. “Found ya!” She giggles, following him around the town with a smile.

It’s the same thing every day. The same people, the same route. Everything.

Except for today.

Eriks looks down at the order list, raising an eyebrow when he reads a name he’s not familiar with. He bends down and points it out to Lina.

“Where is this person’s house?” He asks her, curiosity shining beneath his glasses.

“Oh you’re not gonna like her! She’s mean!” Lina laughs and points to the house, which is on the far end of town, away from everyone else.

“Really? How so?” He tilts his head. The house looks nice from a distance… surely it can’t be all that bad.

“The rumor has it that she used to be a big bad bounty hunter!” Lina explains, her expressions over exaggerated as she speaks. “She hasn’t spoken to anyone since she moved here years ago and only comes into town when she needs more rations.” She pauses, tapping her chin in thought. “I bet she’s happy to find that someone is delivering to doorsteps now.” She shrugs,

Eriks looks out at the house, curiosity striking him. “Alright thank you Lina, I’ll be on my way now.” He gives her a wave before picking up the box of rations and heading out towards the house.

It’s a good ways away on the outskirts of the town, making him wonder if this person really did hate the people that much.

As he approaches the door, he raises a fist to knock on it gently, shouting to let them know that their rations are here. He hears a grunt come from the other side of the door and smiles in anticipation, only to be met with your gloomy and indifferent expression.

“What do you want?” You ask bitterly, looking him up and down to see if he’s armed.

“Oh! Your rations are here.” Eriks points to the box on your porch, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Okay thanks.” You huff, slamming the door in his face only to hear an ‘ouch!’ come from him. You look down and see that his foot was between the door and the frame. What a dumb decision.

“H-Hey! I would actually like to talk to you!” He stammers, smiling nervously. You can tell he’s doing his best to hide the pain in his foot, and he’s actually doing a good job doing so-

Until you put your foot on top of his.

“Listen, partner.” You grumble, leaning in close to make a point. “All I know about you is that yer the sketchy fella that Sheryl took in. And I’m not about to let a stranger like you into my house for a little chit chat.” You poke his chest with an annoyed huff. “You got that Blondie?”

He looks into your eyes, surprised that you would be so bold. There’s something odd about it… about how cold you are… how you live alone and away from the town… it’s all so strange.

“Is what Lina told me true?” He blurts out the question, his hands quickly coming up to cover his face and hide the embarrassment he’s feeling. You pause and just look at him, unsure of how to answer.

After a long moment, you shrug and turn around, looking over your shoulder at him with a smirk.

“Anythin’s true if you want it to be, partner.”

“Eriks.”

“‘Scuse me?” You stop in your tracks, now turning your body around as you face him. He’s freakishly tall, and you nearly break your neck trying to look up at him, but you manage and continue to stare.

“My name. It’s Eriks.” He smiles and sticks out his hand, waiting for you to shake it.

You look at his hand and then back up at him, raising a brow as you cross your arms stubbornly. Behind him, the sky darkens and the wind begins to pickup, signaling that a sandstorm is brewing.

“Get inside.” With a grunt, you grab your box of rations and push him into your house, ignoring his questions as you lock the door behind you. Quickly, you close all the windows and shudders. The sirens blare outside, and you swear you could have heard someone shout that it was a class four storm, which would mean that you and Eriks would be stuck together longer than intended.

You turn around to take care of your rations, pushing past him and into the kitchen without a word. It gave you something to do, and something to take your mind off of the howling storm outside. However, it was quiet in the house.

Too quiet, given how talkative your guest had been at your door.

“Ey. You still alive out there?” You call, peeking your head out of the doorway to the kitchen to see if he’s out there.

“…yeah…” How odd. He seems much more reclusive than before, and seems to be keeping his distance from you. He’s in the far corner of your living room, his knees to his chest as his eyes glow brightly, watching you closely.

It’s unsettling, to say the least. You’re stuck in your own home with a man you just met, who, funnily enough, is acting quite strange.

“Are ya afraid of sandstorms?” You ask from the kitchen, almost done shelving your items. The sound of silence reaches your ears again, and you can’t help but lean back to check on him.

“No…” He mumbles, his eyes meeting yours once again. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, the unnatural glow causing goosebumps to spread across your body.

You take a step out of the kitchen and into the living room, freezing when you see him back away further. “Then why the hell are you in that corner?” The question sounds harsh enough, but it’s laced with curiosity as you take another step towards him.

“Stay back!” But you couldn’t. It was like you were being attracted to him, being drawn in by how… mesmerizing his eyes were…

“I said stay back!”

You had stopped moving closer now, but you were still looking at him. There was just something about him that you couldn’t quite grasp. And what was that smell? It was like a mixture between honey and some form of candy, which almost made you wonder if you had left one of your jars out.

You toss your curiosity to the side as the wind slowly dies down outside. “Right. Whatever. Get out of here and go back to Sheryl.” You do your best to sound as uninterested as possible, but it’s just so hard. Why was he luring you in? You hadn’t cared him before, so why do you care now?

Without a single bit of hesitation, Eriks stumbled out of your house, that look still in his eyes. He ran and ran until he was well out of town, making you wonder if he actually did have a death wish.

For a while after that, you didn’t see him around, not even with Lina or Sheryl. It seemed that he had disappeared from your small town entirely, which you didn’t mind, but you still felt… curious.

What was he? And more importantly… what was he hiding?

Oh you just couldn’t get it out of your head. That look in his eyes… the sudden urge to be near him… You didn’t know what had come over you in that moment, but you wanted to. You wanted to understand why he left so quickly, especially when the sirens hadn’t officially stopped yet. He was in such a hurry… but why? Was it you? Had you done something to upset him? You didn’t think so… but maybe he just had a thing for closeness…

Days had passed… turning into weeks where he avoided coming near your house, dropping your rations off at the porch and leaving without a word. It was odd, but then again, his whole existence was odd, so you didn’t really mind.

Until he knocked on your door at three in the morning.

It was dark, and the wind was howling outside again, signaling that another storm was on its way. When you opened the door for him, his striking blue eyes met yours, shining with such intensity that you felt a shiver run up your spine. He towered over you in your doorway, taking small steps towards you as you backed away. What in the hell was he up to?

“I haven’t… been able to stop thinking about you…” His voice is deep and seductive, his breath seemingly heavy as if he ran all this way to be in your presence.

You’re unable to say anything, words failing to leave your mouth as he locks the door behind him and the storm sirens go off in the background. It’s a class six. Dangerous and deadly.

“Please… let me ride out this storm with you…” He bends down and attaches his lips to your neck, not even waiting for your response. Your breath hitches in your chest and you freeze, slowly turning your head to look at the man on your neck.

It’s as if he’s snapped back to reality, fear filling his eyes as he presses himself against the door suddenly, guilt filling his tone. “I’m sorry… I… I need someone… for the night… or for a while…” Eriks whispers in a breathy voice. His hand twitches, wanting nothing more than to grab ahold of your face and take you. To claim your lips as his and ravish your body.

He can already feel himself losing control, but holds himself back, biting the inside of his cheek painfully as he waits for you to answer.

And you just can’t say no…

He’s drawing you in… and like a moth to a flame, you can’t turn away…

“You may stay.” You barely manage to get the words out of your mouth before his lips are on yours, his arms snaking around you and pulling you close. He seems hesitant… like he doesn’t want to hurt you… but he just can’t stop. He’s in too deep now.

Your movements blur together, and before you know it, your back is on the couch, your shirts tossed to the side as you both become a panting mess. His long blonde hair hangs down, tickling you as his face overs above yours. You can feel him shiver at the feeling of your fingers tracing lightly over his scars… closing his eyes to relish in the feeling.

It was amazing, really. Each scar told a different story, stories that you would never understand, but stories nonetheless. Each one held a different memory, one filled with pain and sadness, you were sure.

“S-Stop…” He whispered weakly, turning his head away from you in embarrassment. “I… won’t be able to hold myself back…”

Did it really matter if he was able to? You could tell he needed this, so who were you to deny him of that? He was just such a gentleman… it was simply intoxicating.

“Don’t then.” You grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look into your eyes. He was scared, the fear and nervousness in his eyes an image that you would never forget.

He leaned in to kiss you again, much more passionate and tender than before. His tongue was sweet against yours, something similar to what the gods would have called ambrosia. Oh it was amazing.

His tongue moved against yours, his hips moving in sync with your own as he dry jumped you. A low, primal groan escaped him, and you felt what seemed to be roots slowly curling around your body.

What the hell was this?!

You looked at him and at your body, squirming at how they were moving. It tickled, but in a weird way that sort of turned you on. However, Eriks pretended that it was wasn’t real as he practically tore your pants off of your lower body. He was antsy… it was obvious.

“E-Eriks…” You whispered, your eyes widening in shock when you felt him shove two fingers in you without warning.

“Vash.” His voice was deep, his expression serious. It made you writhe in anticipation.

“E-Excuse me..?” You stammered out, your breath heavy as you tried to focus on his voice rather than his fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers, dragging the tips along the sides of your walls, eliciting a low moan from your throat.

“Say it.” He leaned in and kissed your neck as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees before aligning himself with your dripping cunt.

“Vash-“ Without any sort of forewarning, he thrust in, sheathing himself in you with a moan. He threw his head back, as if to savor the moment, but you could tell he was purposefully holding back.

In the dark, you could see markings on Vash’s skin glow, weird, feather-like things sprouting from his body as he began to thrust into you. It was entrancing, almost hypnotic.

His pace was desperate, his moans high pitched and needy. Your nails scratched into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as he pounded into you relentlessly.

Two of the roots that had been curling around you now cupped your breasts, as if to pleasure you further. It was a strange feeling, but you couldn’t help but moan at the contact. He had you wrapped around his finger, your mind blank and his name falling off your lips like a prayer.

It seemed like hours later that he finally finished rearranging your guts, collapsing onto you with a huff. All of the weird features such as the feathers and the roots disappeared as his breathing calmed, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his breath warm on your skin.

You couldn’t think straight- hell you couldn’t even breathe. There were tears of pleasure in your eyes and your legs had been shaking since you had cum the first time.

“What… are you..?” You managed to ask after finally regaining your breath.

“You’ll find out in time…”

You patted his head gently and decided that he was some sort of angel. One that was never meant to be understood by the minds of humans. One with needs and desires so strong that they’re incomprehensible to the human race. You dubbed him a divine being of the highest authority, beautiful and powerful.

He was an angel. Just not in the way you would have thought.

“Your secret is safe with me, Vash the Stampede.”

The words hung in the air, and you felt him tense at the sound of his name. He hadn’t expected that you would have figured it out… but he didn’t mind. He’d worry about that later. All that matters now is this. This moment right here. Of his skin on yours and your arms wrapped around each other.

You swear you heard him crying softly, his shoulders moving occasionally as you rested.

All that mattered to him was now. It was all he needed, all he had ever dreamed of. Physical contact.

“Thank you…” His voice came out in a soft whisper as he lifted his head to give you a smile.

He sounded so fragile… so broken…

You couldn’t let anything happen to him, regardless of who or what he was. He’s yours and you’re his until he moves on to the next town.

Until then… you’ll just keep being drawn in by him, doomed to repeat your mistakes.

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ok before I tweak out and forget how to words:

your writing of quinns character is phenomenal.

this is what I thought quinn was going to be like in the cannon. Give me someone who's absolutely bat shit CRAZY. someone that would warrant this level of fear and who could manage to keep pulling fast ones on tank, who we've all established to be pretty fucking strong. this quinn does his research and hits where it hurts, and he's not gonna keep sending lackeys to do everything for him THIS BITCH IS ON THE SCENE!!! IM SICK. AND THE FUCKING VIDEO??????????????? BAZ???????? IMGOING TO END UP ON THE NEWS IF YOU KEEP THIS UP. I'm not the biggest fan of angst, but even the cannon quinn was too soft for me. i thought he was going to be wayyyy more involved and psycho than just seeing the damage second hand, BUT THE STORY ISNT OVER!!! i trust erik has something devious planned and if he doesn't,,,,, we know we can count on u to fix that

I trust that u, have something even MORE devious planned. I'm scared pls don't hurt me,,,, I would say bc im in your walls but that just seems like bad taste after reading this

TANKFIGHTSCENETANKFIGHTSCENETANKFIGHTSCENE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

u thought i was done? no I yap

I lob fight scenes sm but it reveals sm about characters, tank knows they're tough shit and their endurance sometimes trumps their strength. even as wounded as they were, they still managed to take down a grown ass man mostly through spite, but that need to win or that need to be in control of the fight was strong enough to make them keep going. tank was in hella abusive relationship w quinn (surprise surprise), he clearly had huge control over them - so instead of having the emotional advantage (being able to manipulate, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss), they got left the physical one. theyre so used to just tough it out that it became the main way they handle everything. IM STILL SICK SOMEONE HELP MY BABY.

and them subconsciously running towards the 10-19 while they were trying to hide or escape or WTV THE FUCK DARLIN YOU DUMB FUCK YOU JUST CONFIRMED THAT THIS PLACE IS A SAFE SPACE FOR U AND YOURE TRYING TO RUN AWAY?????? please please pleeeeaaaassseeeeee talk to david holy shit I'm going crazy

and them only giving out when david grabs them... I'm not even gonna say a damn thing.....it's all right there,,,,,,, what do you want from me

it's 9am what a lovely way to start my day 😙😙

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CRAB ANON MY FRIEND!!!!!!

I’m so glad you liked this chapter. I was thinking about you when I was posting btw, wondering how you’d like this one. There are a handful of more batshit crazy chapters coming up and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.

My drive in a lot of my long form fanfics is to amend or at least tailor aspects of canon to my taste. Quinn was an asshole in canon for sure. A literal murderer. And I think we’ll get a further look at that before his time is through, but what I really wanted was a Fight to subdue him in the first place, a struggle to get him out of Darlin’s life. It felt… too easy. And maybe that’s a red herring in canon, but I figured, my story, I’m making him as horrific as he was talked up to be in canon.

You are very correct, Carb Anon. I do have something more devious in store. And nobody- NOBODY is safe.

I’m glad you enjoyed the fight scene!! Honestly I have a hard time writing action in the particular prose that I tend to use in narrative stories, so I tend to use them as vehicles for character exploration. I try to stray away from telegraphing each individual blow and more towards creating a particular ~vibe~ to communicate what I wanted to. If I’m not using the fight scene to achieve a secondary, character purpose, then I’m not putting it in there. I don’t know how many of my readers have been involved in a good old fashioned fist fight, but I think this style of writing them is useful to communicate how they can feel. They’re often very fast, only a few seconds, and a flurry of punches and kicks and yells. It hardly ever has the sort of organization and strategizing that we see in fictional fights. Darlin’ doesn’t fight like an action hero. They fight like an animal trying to survive, and I hope that their narrative through the fight communicated that.

And oh yeah, the relationship with Quinn was very very abusive, although they don’t now and maybe never will see it exactly that way. Darlin’ has a hard time seeing themself as a victim, not because of any pride or anything but because they have a hard time accepting that they can be victimized and not the perpetrator, or at least responsible for the abuse they suffer in some way. So Quinn goes from a sadistic abuser to an “asshole who, yeah, hit them sometimes and burned them and cut them and scarred them, but they gave as good as they got and they probably deserved all that anyway, and what unlucky bastard would ever treat them any better than that?” And he’s still got his roots in them. I think, genuinely, that they still love him in a way. They have a big heart, no matter what they try to portray, and they can’t just turn it off.

And YEAH even if their brain can’t process that they’re safe there, the soft animal of their body does know it, in a deep, subconscious way. And their body also knows that David is safe, safer than most people, safer than they are with themself. They’re running on fumes after the fight and when they reach David their body just goes “oh he’s here? Great. ✌️”

Anyway, can’t wait to deal with the aftermath in the next chapter. Hopefully we’ll have another update soon!! Thanks so much for reading and sending these asks in buddy, they seriously make my day.