#listen to your husband Erik

[caramelc0rgi]

the husbands are arguing again🙄

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[wishchip106]

thinking about cherik post paris proposal taking a year long roadtrip around europe before they move to genosha together.

they do touristy things together

being sappy old men

man i’m all angsty rn need me some comfort stat

[anyasathenaeum]

I get to age today (yay for my birthday) ~ I feel like I should do something to commemorate it here on Tumblr but my head is empty. Anybody got ideas?

I’m just gonna be here simping over my anime husband pantheon.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Magneto As A Loving Husband

Erik Magnus Lehnsherr would be the world's best husband. He's dedicated, loving, and his family is his entire world. Before he discovered his magnetic powers, I've seen how Magda and Anya meant so much to him. So, these are just my head canons of him as a loving husband and father <3

The moment Erik laid his eyes on you, he forgot how to breathe. He couldn't believe someone so beautiful exists. He didn't think it was possible, except it was, because you exist. He was immediately smitten and after a couple years of dating, you two were married.

Erik is a bit of a old school man. He prefers for you to stay at home while he works and brings home the money. He'd want you to spend the money he made, because he works hard for his wife to live comfortably and he wants to spoil you.

Date nights almost every night (before having kids). He'll take you out for a nightly stroll, his arm wrapped around your waist and you two will have to take breaks so he could drown you in kisses and compliments. He'll save up his money to take you out to an expensive restaurant and buy you your favorite jewelry and a beautiful new dress for you to wear. Seeing your beauty makes him fall in love all over again.

Erik found you beautiful no matter what. Whether you're snoring loudly, drool trickling down your chin, one eye lid half open or dressed up for him- you're a sight to behold. He could stare at you for hours and never get enough. He fears of forgetting how beautiful you are.

Erik is the type of man to surprise you with breakfast in bed. He'll make you your favorite breakfast, a fresh cup of brewed coffee, and carry the tray to the bedroom to surprise you. He'll brush his knuckles along your cheek, whispering how beautiful you are. He loves you so much.

He'll write you poems declaring his undying love. Paint your image on a canvas to hang up on the wall. Surprise you with gifts and flowers and chocolates. His heart is yours and yours alone.

The moment he returns from work Erik is in search of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and sways you from side to side, face buried in the crook of your neck. He murmurs how much he's missed you and hates that he has to be away from you, his loving wife that he adores so much and wouldn't change a thing about you.

You fall pregnant? Oh, he's the happiest man on the world! He'll pick you up and spin you around, tears in his eyes as he exclaims how happy he is. Erik is attacking you with his lips, kissing you all over your face and neck and than dropping down to his knees to kiss you all over your stomach. He wraps his arms around your waist and refuses to let go, his smile never wavering.

During your nine months of pregnancy, he's the most supportive husband. Wakes up at 2am to retrieve whatever foods you're craving. Massage your swollen ankles. Attend every doctor appointment. Build the crib and dressers. Help paint the walls and decorate the nursery. Builds you the most comfortable rocking chair for you to sit on.

He never leaves your side during labor. He didn't care how long it took. You needed him and he was there. Erik cried when your first child was born and he couldn't stop praising and thanking you. You demanded the world's greasiest burger (since you couldn't eat while in labor) and he got you whatever you wanted.

Erik is the best father to all of your children. He's attentive, he tries to make it to school events straight after work or tries to work around his schedule. Teaches the children how to ride a bike. Plays catch. He listens to them ramble on about school and what games they played at recess. Helps them with their homework. He has a bad habit of spoiling his children and giving in to whatever they demand. They already have so many toys and he knows he shouldn't buy them anymore, but he can't bring himself to tell them no. They're his babies and it's his duty as a father to spoil his babies.

Every day before leaving for work, he'll help you get the kids ready for school and give them hugs before he leaves. Erik will hug you and hold you in his arms for a moment, cheek pressed against your forehead as he mumbles how much he loves and adores you and thanking you for making him a father. He wouldn't know what to do without his family.

His family means the world to him. He'll die for his family. He loves going out on family outings. Vacations. Family photos to print and frame on the walls. Everything he does, everything he sacrifices, it's for them. To ensure his wife and children live happy and comfortably.

[argisthebulwark]

Love's A Funny Thing

summary: assigning my favorite Skyrim men one of the five love languages. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used feat: Erandur, Miraak, Cicero, Brynjolf, Balimund, Erik the Slayer, Vilkas, Arnbjorn, Teldryn Sero, Farkas warnings: none

Words of Affirmation

Erandur wants nothing more than to express how deeply and all encompassing his love for you is. He loves you with each breath he draws, every day spent in your presence only strengthening your bond. The shimmering pink light of sunrises and easy breeze through a perfectly autumnal forest make his mind drift to you, often recounting the beauty he finds in the world and how it relates to you. With your hands clasped in his he admits his love for you, interrupted only by the tearful kisses you plant across his face. 

Miraak has spent lifetimes cultivating a vocabulary and puts it to good use. In languages long forgotten he whispers of his love to you, shaking the walls when his Thu’um aims to make it known to the entire world that he is yours. There is nothing but sheer adoration when he tells you how deeply your claws have sunk into his heart, how his soul spent centuries yearning for yours.  “I have wasted lifetimes searching for you, my beloved.” Miraak murmurs against your lips, voice low and velvety. “And I would face all the terror of the world again if it allowed me a few more moments in your arms.” 

Quality Time

Cicero could easily display his love with any of the love languages, even some secret bloody ones he's thought up too, but quality time means the most to him. It is most natural for him to show his love by sticking to your side - accompanying you on missions to ensure your safety and only sleeping when you’re pressed to one another, he shows you how deeply he cares by remaining with you. He wishes for nothing more than to make you laugh, to hear your voice and bask in the presence of his beloved Listener. 

Brynjolf has lost many people. There are so many friendships cut short and people he’s spent more time missing than knowing them. He makes a consistent effort to never lose time with you - after thinking Mercer snatched away another loved one, Brynjolf changes his ways. The endless nights spent working in the Cistern are replaced with a staunchly enforced time when the workday ends.  “You’re not my Guild Master anymore,” he interrupts when you hastily remember an unfinished task during dinner. “We’re home, love. I’m nothin’ but your husband here.”  He will not miss a moment with you. The days spent grieving you altered his view on work - nothing takes precedence over time with you. To him, nothing is worth losing time with his beloved. 

Gift Giving

Balimund may not have much extra time in his busy days but he always whittles out a moment for you. He often surprises you with practical gifts - perfectly balanced blades with intricate handles and jewelry intended to withstand the nastiest of spells. Each gift he gives was forged by his hands outside your home, an individual piece made just for you.  “It’s to ensure you make it back to me in one piece,” he says after strapping the beautiful dagger into a sheath at your side. His gifts are beautiful, crafted purely to show how much he adores you. 

Erik loves hunting for the perfect gift to give you - taking mental notes of what draws your eye when visiting shops, especially the items you put back after spotting the price. He knows how reluctant you are to purchase anything not deemed ‘essential’ but always finds time to slink back into the shop and buy whatever brought a smile to your face. He doesn’t care much for receiving gifts, pouring all the love he can into the specific things he can give to you. 

Acts of Service

Vilkas may have trouble with flowery words but he ensures that you know how deeply he cares. Even if his tone is harsh his intentions are good - if your footing is off or your swing is weak he could lose you. He takes on the role of Harbinger when it becomes too much for you to carry alone, offering help before you think to ask.  He cannot sit under the moonlight and tell you how his heart yearns for yours, but he will clean your wounds without hesitation. Vilkas will bandage you, will piece you back together with his own two hands without a second thought. He will wipe your tears and send your armor off to be repaired to show how deeply he cares for you. 

Arnbjorn would kill for you. Please give him an opportunity to kill for you. Although he cannot untangle the web of feelings in his mind and he isn’t one to shop for gifts he will show you in a heartbeat just how deeply he cares. He has loved and lost before - he does not intend to lose you. His blade is always ready should you ever need it, eyes and ears vigilant for any impending threat.  He is not a man of many words but you feel his love - there is love in the way he ensures your blades remain sharp and pack is fully stocked. Arnbjorn’s love is seen in the way he threatens anyone who dares to cross you and remains at your side during meetings, a silent threat to any who would harm you. The words are difficult for him to say but you know his love is there when he carries you off to bed after an especially hard day or slides you a drink without having to ask.

Physical Touch

Teldryn doesn’t think before pulling you out of danger. It is hardly a thought - his arm hooking in yours and tugging you closer, his body shielding you from danger. Even when his hands are bandaged and bleeding he checks you for injuries, fingers carefully skimming over every inch of skin in search of wounds. Your touch assures him that you are alive, that you are still with him.  His touch is a quiet comfort, an occurrence so common it becomes a natural extension of yourself. His thigh pressed to yours when you sit or the hand resting on your arm while you speak, an ever present reminder of his feelings for you. 

Farkas is ecstatic to find someone as physical as himself. From a young age he learned that Vilkas didn’t express emotions in the same manner but you understand him. You indulge his love of touch; excited hugs upon surviving an especially bloody battle or a friendly slap on the back after a drunken joke, a tender moment heightened by your hands roaming over one another. Farkas is in love with the way you react to him - the flush in your cheeks after he kisses you and the thoughtless way your hand reaches for his, the comforting swipe of your thumb over his hand when lost in thought. He simply has too much love for you to keep it all inside. 

[mostlymarvelgirl]

Imagine If Magneto's *Private Moment* With You Was Released Into The Internet (Fem! Reader)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT IG?

Erik sighed. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. On one hand, he really didn't mind, knowing that at some point, this would happen due to his fame in mutant politics, but on the other hand he didn't want you to be shown to the entire world like this in a private scenario.

The things you would have to face in public, what you would have to go through. While being deep in thought about how to deal with the scenario, a door with you running inside crying angrily. The door was slammed closed.

"Did you know? Did you know that someone motherfucking asshole recorded us having sex and released it? It's apparently the hottest sextape released in the century.', you screamed at him as if you were accusing him.

He felt guilty. Of course, he would never show that, but he ended up with a comment catastrophic enough to ruin the rest of his personal life. Not that he meant what he said, but clearly not thinking through.

"Well, I warned you not to try anything new and kinky. You should've listened.", Erik said immediately, regretting what came out of his mouth.

"What?", your voice became small, not being able to believe what he said.

Before he could apologize and explain, and your anger clouded mind lost patience, the ring from your was thrown into the sink, and you turned your heels walked out the door.

****3 Months Later****

"As we recall the recent steamiest s*xtape of magneto and his wife released into internet which gained over 3.8 billion views has been deleted by the cyber crime from all platforms. The culprits had been caught but died in an accident. Was it planned by Magneto? Or was it just an accident? I'm Sarah Moon reporting in six o clock evening news and I'll see you tomorrow."

The TV was switched off.

Y/N sighed. She knew who killed them and knew Erik wouldn't be arrested. She should've known that Erik was not good expressing and should've seen the expression. She regretted throwing the ring he made for her. She regretted what she had done.

"Regretting some past actions, I suppose?", the sarcastic voice spoke up.

Of course, it would Charles Xavier showing up behind her. That annoying British accent.

"For the record, my accent once wooed your husband to my bedroom, so I would take it as a jealousy or compliment coming from you.", Charles replied while sticking his hair back.

"What do you want?", you ask him with annoyance. You didn't want to aggravate your guilt more than it already was.

Charles smiled. That bitch. You knew, well, everyone knew, if they were in trouble and needed to solve the problem quickly, Charles would do the *smile*, and it'll be like it never happened.

"You're not wiping the entire world's memory about this, that's damn near impossible and dangerous.", you replied to his reaction.

"Well, it is for the better. Think about it. Or well, I should say actually, discuss about it.", Charles wheeled back slowly and opened the door.

"What are you-", you were cut off with Erik standing outside the door soaking wet with...............blood.

Silence.

There was no sound. All, the both of you wanted to do was to reach to one another and cry, Apologize, and comfort, but, the ego and guilt in both of you prevented all the bottled emotions and feelings of 3 months.

"Well, I will be leaving and give the both of you sone privacy. I'll be waiting right outside. Let me know when you've decided.", Charles said while wheeling out and closed the door.

"Hi."

That was it to pull the trigger inside you.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY SAYING HI???!!! YOU COCK-SUCKING, TWAT-WAFFLED SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH-ASS- HATTED CUNT! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING AGAIN???!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED CLEAN THIS MESS UP?!!!", you blasted at him.

"Listen i-", Erik was cut off.

"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE DICK! I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE TAPE. OKAY?!", you stated before he could ask.

You started to tear up and your voice broke and became small and vulnerable.

"I don't want you to kill around people. We could've done this together. I don't care what other say about me. Please j-just stop.", you started to cry.

Erik walked near you and hugged you tightly as you hugged him back.

He apologized to you and held you. You felt a something slip in your ring finger. You smiled and cried more realizing how horrible you must have looked.

"Y'know, you smell really bad like some old metal furniture. You need to get showered.", you pushed him away for fun.

"We could shower toge-", Erik got cut off.

"NO. Absolutely not.", you stated while laughing.

[tourturestarradio]

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

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Pairing: Erik Lensherr x Fem! Mutant Reader x Charles Xavier

Prompt: You were a famous model, and performer everyone thought you were perfect. Everyone loved you, but if they knew what you were, what ugly secret you had hidden, all of that would go down the drain.

Warning: Kinda long, Mention of nudity (none sexual), sassy/mean reader at first, takes place during X-men : First class, (name) in stead of Y/n, slightly insecure reader

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Erik and Charles looked around at the people hurrying past, staring at the bedazzled door that had the woman's name written on a golden star.

Now if you're wondering what they were doing, they had sneaked their way backstage to a performance that you were the main event of, on Charles search for other mutants he had come across you had popped up in his mind.

So the two had searched for where to find you, but luck was on their side because you just so happened to be performing tonight, and they couldn't miss their chance so they had slipped through the chaos a funneled their way backstage.

As they were going to open the door a man with a clipboard came up to them "excuse me what are you doing?" he questioned looking at them suspiciously but obviously preoccupied with the people calling for him.

Charles thought for a moment "we were making a delivery for Miss (Name)" the man looked both of them up and down before someone was calling him again, shoving a bouquet of flowers into Eriks arms he hurried past them "well give those to her, they're from her husband boyfriend or whatever he is to her" he saying rushing away.

Erik looked at the waddling man in annoyance but Charles spoke up "well at least we have a reason to go in there now." he grinned, but Erik looked unamused "right, let's just get this over with" he muttered, Charles knocked on the door and heard a quick and sharp "enter." opening the door Charles and Erik were shocked to see you seated at a vanity desk top-less.

You were sitting doing your make-up you stopped and looked at them through the reflection of the mirror "Did you come here to stare or did you need something?" You asked raising a brow.

Charles and Erik straightened up "we came to uh drop this off, but we needed to talk with you." you turned around and stood up both Charles and Erik looked away grabbing the flowers a tiny smile graced your stone cold face.

You looked at them both "oh? Listen whatever you're here for I don't do, maybe one of the hookers down the street might do the job." you stated placing the flowers down. Charles shook his head "oh, no it's nothing of that matter." he reassured.

You blinked in surprise about to say something, but a quick knock stopped you "Miss (name), you're on in two minutes!" the voice called out, quickly you snatched up two pasties quickly putting them on you gave a quick flick making sure they didn't come off.

"Hand me that please" you said pointing to a thin pink robe Charles handed it to you and you wrapped it around you "I'll talk with you after" picking up a pair of pink and white feather fans you rushed out the room before either Erik or Charles could get a word out.

Standing there stunned Erik and Charles let out a sigh, but the door opened up and you popped your head in "get out. Either wait outside of my dressing room or watch the show." you stated before shutting the door.

Erik and Charles walked out of the room "she's quite fierce." Charles commented.

-★-

Charles grew curious and wanted to watch your performance Erik reluctantly followed along and watched the performance to which they weren't very disappointed, it looks like you were so well regarded for a reason.

After your entertaining show Erik and Charles had went to find you backstage again. Erik leaned over "all this trouble she'd better have an impressive power." he muttered.

Knocking on your door, it only took a few seconds before you opened the door "oh right, come in. But make it quick." You stated, letting them in Charles and Erik sat down, you wiped off your makeup "what did you need, well first who are you?" you asked, "I'm Charles Xavior" Charles stated placing his hand out for you to shake.

But you didn't shake his hand "and you are?" you say glancing at the other male through the mirror "Erik Lensherr" he said simply, you took note of their names "well i'm sure you know who I am" you hummed.

Charles nodded "well we heard you had a special ability." you seemingly tensed up, looking at them you glared "look whatever you heard is a lie." you stated sharply, Charles and Erik looked confused by your words.

"Don't worry-"

'We're like you as well'

A voice spoke inside of your head, you looked at Charles slowly shaking your head as you reached to grab your make up bag when your hand stopped the metal bracelet around your wrist moving towards Erik.

Slapping your hand over your bracelet. You shook your head "no, no you aren't like me. I-I'm not...." you gulped, Erik tilted his head "you don't have to hide who you are" he said.

"No, i'm not like you. I'm not a mutant." you spat seemingly growing nervous, "you don't need to be scared (Name)" Charles said, peeking into your mind.

'Should I trust them?....No they'll think i'm ugly, horrorfing even....how did they know i've never told anyone.'

Erik looked at you "you're scared...aren't you?" he spoke, you looked at him your stern and calm demeanor melted away into one fear "I...I've never told anyone...so how do you know?" you say standing up quickly now on edge.

"I'm a telepath, Erik and I are looking for Mutants we're forming a team." Charles explained, shaking your head 'no' you pointed towards the door "i'm not joining any team of any kind so get out. This conversation is over" you glared, Charles now also stood up "but-"

"I said no. Now get out both of you-" clutching at your chest a painful prick went through your body as you doubled over, Charles walked over "are you alright-" you swatted him away "get out!" you shouted.

Just as Erik was about to step in your door opened and a man with a suit came in "what the hell is going on?" Charles and Erik looked at the man knowing their chance for speaking was over.

Charles subtly placed a card with his number and address on it before they were both forced out of the room.

"Well that could have gone better." Erik remarked, Charles didn't say anything as he was seemingly upset to which Erik noticed "don't think too much about it she's probably had to hide her true self for so long she's forgotten who she really is. A mutant." 

-★-

A few days had passed and Charles was still thinking about you, wondering why you were so frightened usually any other mutant would jump at the prospect of other mutants showing themselves. But you. Your mind, you were so scared. 

And he wanted to know why?

But before he could think any further on it Raven had popped her head into his room "you will never guess who's outside right now!" Charles sat up "who?" he questioned "(Name)! I didn't know she knew you." getting up Charles went outside and saw you standing there looking more than upset.

"Lovely to see you again...Fully clothed this time" he joked seemingly trying to cheer you up. You ignored him though "I...I need to talk to you okay." you said.

He nodded walking back inside the building with you following close behind him. You looked around seemingly nervous, going into his office area you sat down a sad look in your eyes.

"Well would you like to tell me what's on your mind or do you want me to read it?" Charles asked, You shook your head "I...I'm a mutant." you stated, Charles nodded "yes I know." he said leaning back on his desk.

"But I...I hate my mutation."

"And who taught you to hate it?" Erik asked, walking into the room.

"My-my parents....they were the only people who knew about it." You muttered, Erik sat next to you "are they mutants?" he asked, you shook your head simply "they said it was ugly, no one would like me if they knew what I was. So they did everything they could to make sure I never showed it" you explained, "they tried to pretend I didn't have it." You added.

Erik cocked his head to the side "what is your mutation?" he asked, you sighed deeply, "I don't really know how to describe it...i'll just show you." you hummed taking off your coat you slid off your shirt turning so your back faced them.

A thin line appeared across your back before it started to separate sharp and crooked teeth lined the inside of the now gaping mouth, rows of sharp teeth moved ever so slightly Erik and Charles stared at your back in awe.

A giant mouth.

There was a giant mouth on your back, two smaller lines appeared appeared on your back as well opening two eyes looked back at them blinking in curiosity staring at the two men in front-well behind you.

Their silence made you self conscious as you attempted to pull you coat back on but you heard Erik mutter "magnificent."

"You don't find me-creepy?" you asked turning your head to face them, both Charles and Erik shook their heads "no." "never"

Erik reached to touch your back but you called out "I wouldn't-" but before you could blink a long thin tongue shot out from the center of the mouth wrapping around his arm yanking him towards the mouth.

"Oh no! stop that! I'm sorry I don't have very good control over this!" you closed up the mouth the tongue let go as the mouth closed up and the line disappearing as if there was nothing there.

Putting your shirt back on you turned around "I must say that is quite impressive." Charles said, you gulped "well I'm glad you two think it's great, but my husband didn't" you say sitting down.

Erik frowned "is that why you're here?" he asked, you looked away "after you two left I thought about it, I thought I could tell him, that he would accept it...but he just...." you quickly wiped away your tears.

Erik came closer to you "he's a human, it wouldn't matter what type of mutation you had." he sighed, "he still would think less of you. But you're with us now, there's no need to hide it anymore." he stated.

You waved him off "but if people find out about this, I-I could lose everything! Everything I worked so hard for" you say clenching your fist.

Erik and Charles understood your fear but Erik was annoyed by how much you worried about what other people thought. He leaned forward "if they really loved you, it wouldn't matter if you were a mutant" he stated.

"No I'm supposed to be a star, I have to be perfect. I mean people look up to me, but this?! They'll never like me, they'll think i'm a monster-" you hunched over again gripping at your chest teeth starting to poke out.

Charles put a hand on Erik's shoulder moving him back "alright, just calm down." you glanced at him "sorry it just flares up when I get overwhelmed or upset" you explained. Erik leaned back "so what exactly can you do?" he asked, changing the subject around.

You looked at them looking in curiosity "well the mouth thing kinda appears when I want it to, or in self defense but if I eat something it get's sent to a pocket dimensions and I can store things in it, but if I have too much I can throw it back up. throw something at me" you explain while lifting your shirt, Charles picked up a coffee mug and tossed it your way.

Your chest opened up the thin tongue shot out and wrapped around the coffee mug and pulled it back toward the mouth the teeth closing it in seemingly swallowing it.

Charles and Erik looked at each other then back at you "wow, so do you have a limit on what you can eat?" you shook your head "I can eat borderline anything." you said, Charles smiled "so how big of objects can you eat?" he asked.

You dragged your eyes away "well I ate a chair once so I think that speaks for itself" Erik lightly smirked "well that's interesting." he commented.

Reaching your hand into your chest mouth you seemingly felt around to find something pulling the coffee mug out you placed it on the desk.

Sitting back down you frowned "it isn't quite helpful" you shrug, Charles sighed at your pessimistic attitude "well we can help train you, but before we get you physically strong, you need to get mentally stronger." he said tapping your forehead.

"Well first, do you think....do you think I get something to eat?" you asked, Charles nodded "yes of course follow me"

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Charles stared at the pile of food in front of you, "didn't mean to take so much but, she can get pretty hungry" you said patting your stomach. Charles waved you off "please help yourself" he hummed, Charles half expected you to eat the food yourself but the mouth had opened up but it was much smaller, still as aggressive though.

Charles watched as you fed the mouth a few questions popping up in his mind "why feed it? is it sentient?" he asked, you tilted your head "well I don't really know...I mean she feels hunger but I've always fed her since I was younger, in secret though" you hummed, Charles subtly scooted closer to you "why's that?"

You looked away "…she ate a lamp…" you muttered in embarrassment, Charles eyes widened in shock "what?!" he chuckled, "it's not funny!" Charles tried to hold in his laughter but it was futile.

"Do you know how hard it is to cough up a lamp?" You asked taking a bite of your food, after his laughter died down he leaned his body back onto the table "your ability...it is much more special than you think" he stated, you glanced over "yeah right..." you mumbled, Charles walked up to you tilting your chin to look up at him from where you were seated "I mean it (name), your special" his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, you gulped.

Before you knew it your tongue wrapped around his throat "oh! sorry!" you shouted, trying to close your chest up Charles tapped into your mind to calm you down.

'Damn it girl! Really?! You almost got a kiss and you ruined it! Let go!'

"Be calm"

Your body relaxed and your mind calming back down and your chest closed back up, you stood up quickly "I'm gonna go now." you state hurrying out of the room Charles chuckling watching you go.

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Erik stood in front of you "again." using his powers he tossed a metal chunk at you, your tongue reached for it but Erik moved it out of your reach and again your tongue tried to grab at it.

You and Erik had been at this for a few hours now but you were getting nowhere, and you were hungry, like really hungry. Your control over your ability was starting to slip.

"Come on again, this time try." Erik stated, you glared at him "I am trying." you spat, Erik raised a brow "are you?" he questioned, his tone annoying you "yes I am" you grumble the teeth in your actual mouth sharpening which didn't go unnoticed by Erik.

"What was the point of coming here for help if you aren't going to take this serious?" he asked, you frowned "I am taking this serious, I've never had to use my powers before. So this'll be a little tough" you huffed, Erik only rolled his eyes at your statement.

"Alright, again." he used his powers to move the metal ball again but as your tongue shot out to grab it the tip expanded out like a net and wrapped around the ball and going back into your chest.

"Well that's new..." you muttered.

Erik smirked but was also intrigued by your new tongue, for reference your tongue looked like the underside of a vampire squid.

"I'm gonna go eat" You grumbled walking away Erik watching you go but to his surprise he felt the metal ball smack the back of his head turning around he saw it drop on the ground.

He looked back to you before following you "how'd you do that?" he asked, you looked confused "do what?" you asked, Erik used his ability to bring the metal ball over to you "I mean I spat it out, but I thought it would land behind me or something?" you say cocking your head to the side.

Erik thought for a moment "hm, maybe when you concentrate hard enough you can teleport whatever object out in a specific area. That'll be something to try later" he explained, you grinned "I get to potentially throw things back out at you? I might just take you up on that offer" you chuckled.

Erik looked seemingly unamused but under that scowl his heart softened, he knew you were slowly starting to get more comfortable in your own skin, and with your mutation.

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A/n: I might write more for this idk whatever, Sorry if readers mutation was kinda hard to follow, or if the descriptions were confusing. It's loosely based off of muzan's final form from demon slayer, but with my own little spin. I LOVE ERIK AND CHALESS AHHHHHHHHHHH anyway hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night.

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

Ngl as a veteran Cherik shipper, Charles Xavier apologist, and someone who watched the '92 X-Men animated series, I kind of assumed going into the '97 series that Charles' death/'death' was a known 'ruse,' borne not just from the Shi'ar having the technology to keep him alive following Gyrich's assassination attempt, but also from the logic of keeping him safe/protected going forward. If some of the veteran X-Men didn't 'know' (although I question how that's possible at least with Jean) that he survived, then I figured Magneto surely did, hence Charles willing his legacy to his mutant husband. Charles seemed fully aware while still living amongst the Shi'ar of the ongoing developments regarding Genosha, almost certainly, I assumed, because it was his and Magneto's passion project. I didn't NOT expect Magneto to be jelly of Lilandra - that's part of the fun/'fun' of Cherik's dynamic, after all - but I did assume/hope that their reunion would be more of a reunion and less essentially blaming Charles for all of mutantdom's past and/or current woes.

Some choice bits from the "Graduation Day" series finale of the original X-Men animated series to 'prove' my point(s). Context: Magneto's magnetism is the only way to give the dying Xavier the energy to contact Lilandra using their "unique, personal, telepathic bond" so that he can be saved using "the superior technology of the Shi'ar," though Magneto is busy gathering mutants on Genosha.

"Don't you get it? Xavier was about as normal as we mutants get. He was famous, rich, and human-looking, and someone went after him in front of the whole world."

"Xavier ... dying? [...] A sad ending to a great life. Out of respect for Charles Xavier, I will let you all live."

A huffy Magneto, after Jean asks him, "How much do you love Charles Xavier?": "How dare you ask me such a question? He was my only equal. I owe him my life."

Jean, redux: "What would you do if you knew you were the only one on Earth who could save his life?" [Magneto: "Do not play games with me!"] Jean: "LIsten to me: A telepathic message to Lilandra is Xavier's only hope. You may be able to supercharge his mind just like you did mine. His brain waves are electromagnetic." [Magneto: "You lie to torture me."]

Scott has to weigh in, of course: "You know what you should do." [Magneto: My greatest enemy, and perhaps my only friend. But I have waited all my life for this moment!"] Scott: "Wouldn't he do it for you?"

Instructions given to Magneto when he arrives at the school: "Focus your magnetic powers on his brain waves and increase them in gradual increments. Though beware: If he should pass away while connected to you, the psychic stress may destroy you as well."

Charles (in bed [heh heh]): "Hello, Magnus. Surely you have more pressing business to attend to than nursing an old friend." [Magneto: "Nothing more important."]

Xavier's students are told that Charles "will survive," but "only under Shi'ar care": "I know you cannot bear to see him go, but it is the only way." Then, when asked whether Charles can "ever come back": "Perhaps not in body, my children, but my spirit shall remain among you where it was always meant to be."

TL;DR: I'm not saying Charles and Erik/Magnus becoming Chancellors of Genosha together after probably using Bastion / Mister Sinister / Jean / Madelyne / etc. to 'fix' / reverse the damage from the recent staged terrorist attack and then Marvel allowing them to get married (extremely belatedly) just in time for Pride Month is the only appropriate way to end season one of X-Men 97, but ... we're so close to an extremely gay Cherik reconciliation and validation since the '60s, and yet still so far away.

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Liar

Druskelle!Matthias Helvar x Heartrender!WIfe!Reader Word count: 2347 Summary: You've kept being a Grisha secret from your husband Matthias Helvar, but what happens when he finds out? Y/N - Your name D/N - Daughter name

If it hadn’t been for two big reasons, you’d like to think you’d have left Fjerda.

The ice, the cold, the anti Grisha talk. Living in Fjerda was nerve wracking, causing you to be hypervigilant on everything you said or did. To say it was tiring, would be an understatement. Yet two people kept you in Fjerda; your husband Matthias Helvar and your daughter D/N Helvar. 

There were nights where you would toss and turn, your mind plaguing you with nightmares about Matthia finding out about you. Those nightmares never ended the same way. In one dream he’d kill you, the other you’d try to run away together, only for him to be killed. Sometimes you’d be caught instead. In the worst nightmares, it’d be your daughter who was caught and killed.

It’s not that you were afraid of Matthias. You feared him finding out because you didn’t want to lose him. Either from him leaving you, or the other Druskelle killing him.

While you were awake though, you fortunately had a friend. A woman named Elise, who lived a few houses down and was also a Grisha. A tidemaker to be more specific. 

When night fell and darkness covered you both, you two would become a particular thorn in the Druskelle’s sides. Elise would use her tidemaker abilities to create harsh waves that would knock over the boats before they could depart, or icicles that pierced the bottom of the boats, while you would free any Grisha the Druskelle decided to make a “public example” out of. That among other things caused the Druskelle to have a hit out on both of you, but since you were never caught, it was like trying to capture a shadow. 

“I know that I’m right”, Elise said. You rolled your eyes. This was the third time she brought up the possibility of her son, Erik, liking your daughter.

“They’re six Elise”

“I knew what I wanted at six! Plus, Erik gave his scarf to her. Isn’t that proof?”

“No. He noticed she was cold and he was nice”. Elise waved dismissively and went to open her mouth, but luckily Matthias emerged from the back. You had to admit, if you hadn’t known Matthias, you’d be startled by his build. He once told you that he was the tallest and biggest kid amongst the Drukelle, and you never doubted it. Even now, he was taller and bigger than most of the men you saw walking around. He absolutely terrified Elise when she first saw him, and you always brought it up when you wanted a good laugh. 

“They’re too young to date” he said simply before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “They should wait till they’re older and he can court her properly”

You spoke before Elise could make a sarcastic remark, “where are you off to?”

“Boating docks. We’ll be taking off before the week is done, and we have to stay alert”. You fought against the urge to shoot a glance at the woman sitting next to you. Matthias mistook you anxious about being caught for anxiousness about his safety. He rubbed your cheek lightly with his thumb and looked at you with soft eyes, “I’ll be ok”.

You nodded in understanding and off he went, not knowing he was watching out for you. 

~~~

You peered out your window, watching the sun start to go down. You had told the kids to be home at six bells. Foolish of you to think they’d actually listen when you weren’t watching them. 

“I’m gonna start looking for them”, you announced as you threw your coat on. Your hand hovered over the doorknob, before suddenly it was thrown open. 

Erik stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish taken out of the water. His left sleeve was completely wet, and you couldn’t help but notice that your daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s-”

“W-we were playing on the lake and… and… and i-it’s not my fault!”

“What isn’t your fault?”

“The ice cracked! I tried to pull her out but she kept moving!”.

Your heart sunk, your breath caught in your throat. Fjerda was always freezing, and who knew how long Erik had waited before he finally came to get both of you. 

It was one of those moments where you mentally blacked out, only fully gaining consciousness when all three of you were approaching the lake. Your feet moved faster when you noticed the hole she undoubtedly fell in. Shouts telling you to slow down fell on deaf ears as you kept running. You approached the hole, hoping maybe she was close by, but she wasn’t. You kneeled, hoping being closer to the ice would help you spot her.

You heard shuffling and panting behind you. “I told Erik to get Matthias. Do you see her?”

“Do you see her in my arms?”, you snapped unintentionally, too preoccupied to care about how harsh that sounded. 

You got back to your feet and overlapped your fingers over each other, making a triangle shape.

“Y/N anyone could see!”. You ignored her words and kept trying to feel for the familiar heartbeat.

You felt a heartbeat, but it did nothing to ease your worries when you realized how slow and faint it was. You followed it, the heartbeat leading a while away from the initial hole in the ice. 

“Elise!”, you called when you saw the familiar hair color of your daughter and her bright colored jacket. Your back stayed to Elise, afraid if you took your eyes off your daughter that she would float away again.

The ice above her cracked before it erupted, it being moved with ease. You silently said a prayer to any higher power that was listening, and thanked them for giving you a tidemaker as a friend. 

You dropped down, pulled the young girl up and laid her on the ice. Your hands went over her heart, once again ignoring the protests coming from the woman behind you. It wasn’t her child dying. It was yours.

“Come on… come on…”, you mumbled. 

You kept muttering encouraging words under your breath, as if all she needed was a good push. You kept telling her to wake up, only letting yourself let out a breath of relief when her eyes opened and she coughed up water. You pulled her up and patted her back, your own heartbeat still not slowing down. You slipped off her jacket and replaced it with your own, your own arms now freezing, but your own freezing body was the least of your concerns. 

You heard more footsteps and looked up, seeing Matthias approaching. He kneeled down, scooping her in his arms and sighing, “Let’s get her inside and get her warm. She’s freezing”.

~~~

Your heartbeat only slowed down when you laid your daughter down to sleep. You watched over her for a while, monitoring her heartbeat. You didn’t know what Matthias was doing. He started acting strange once you got home. Maybe it was shock. You couldn’t tell him how to process the near death experience of his only child.

You left your daughter’s room and made your way to your own bedroom, but your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed Matthias was nowhere to be seen. You checked the bathroom, living room and kitchen, but Matthias wasn’t there. You stepped outside, finally seeing Matthias outside standing, eyes up to the sky. 

You made your way to his side, “how long have you been out here?”. Matthias didn’t respond. You looked up at the stars like he was, “were you speaking to Djel?”.

He nodded. “I was asking for guidance and forgiveness”.

You frowned. Forgiveness for what? For not predicting what happened today? Who could have? It was an accident. A terrible accident, but an accident. You weren’t even angry at Erik or Elise.

“Today was not your fault Matthias. You don’t need to ask for forgiveness”.

Matthias once again didn’t respond. Instead, he walked back into the house. You followed him, calling his name, but getting nothing in return. You grabbed his arm, noticing when he flinched and took a deep breath.

“I know you’re scared because of what happened today. I am too, but don’t push me away. Talk to me-”

“Stop”, he said firmly. He turned to face you, and for the first time ever, he didn’t look at you with softness and love or patience and caring. His eyes were harsh, his eyes now reminding you of a storm instead of the calm sea. “How’d you find her? That’s not the hole she fell in”.

“No one knows where she fell. We weren’t there”.

“Erik was, and he said you weren’t where D/N fell. So, how’d you find her?”.

“I looked around”, you half lied. You had been looking around… just with a little help. “I saw her hair and jacket”.

“Why was there another hole?”

“It was already there”, you lied once again but Matthias didn’t look convinced. “Why… Why are you asking me this?”, you asked. You tried your best to remain calm, hoping he hadn’t seen anything, and if he did you were hoping you could lie your way out of it. You couldn’t let your nightmares come true.

“You’re lying”.

“I’m not”.

“I saw you! I saw your hands over her!”. You unintentionally backed away when his voice rose. He didn’t seem as soft and caring as he usually was. You tried to think quickly. 

“I-I was giving her CPR. There was water in her lungs, I wasn’t just gonna wait for a doctor-”

“I saw Elise break and move the ice without touching it! I saw you with your hands over D/N! Why are you still lying to me?!”.

You went silent. You couldn’t think of a lie out of this. You tried, you really did, but how could you explain that?

“You’re a liar”.

“Matthias”

“It all makes sense. What’s been happening recently. Ships wrecked, sudden bad waves, Drusje escaping, Druskelle being disoriented”, he took a pause, his eyes never getting softer “it was you two. And that’s why you kept telling me to stop being a Druskelle”.

“I…”, you thought for a moment, trying to find a good response. “I wanted to tell you but I didn’t wanna lose you-”, Matthias turned away but you kept talking, your words coming out rushed “I love and care for you so much and Matthias, Grisha are not bad people, despite what you’ve been taught”.

“Is D/N a witch?”

“Grisha are not witches and I don’t know. I didn’t think to test her yet”. Silence filled the room before Matthias spoke up again, 

“But she could be”

You moved to be in front of him, “she’s still our daughter-”

“She’s your daughter”.

You froze. All of a sudden the girl he cared for since she was a newborn, the girl he told bedtime stories to and let sleep next to him when she had a nightmare, was no longer his daughter?

“Don’t do this. She’s still your daughter. I’m still your wife!”, you pleaded. Your hands raised to cup his face but he backed away. You looked into his eyes, trying to read what he was feeling. It didn’t work. He had become a hard wall, unwilling to budge. “I love you and you love me”.

“None of this was real. This was your witchcraft. You made me fall in love with you!”

“You know that’s not true!”, you almost yelled. “Everything between us is real! I married you because I love you! I had your child because I love you! I didn’t make you fall in love with me, that’s not even how my power works!”

“You’re a witch who can boil blood and stop a pulse! Who knows what else you can do?!”

“I would NEVER do that to you or anyone else even if I could!”. You stepped closer to him, but once again he stepped back. “You can’t possibly be that afraid of me”

“I’m not afraid of witches”

“You hate me”. You waited for Matthias to deny it. For him to pull you into a hug and say he’d hear you out, but neither came. You sighed, how could all of this change in a matter of hours? “You wanna hate me, but you don’t and you know you don’t”.

Matthias looked away from you. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again. He didn’t look back at you though. “I have to report you and Elise”.

You shook your head, “no you don’t!”. Your hands gripped his arms, sorrow and agony behind your words, “Matthias please!”.

Matthias looked down at you, “I’ll wait until half bell. After that, we’ll be looking for all of you”.

All of you.

You, Elise, Erik, your daughter.

When Matthias hadn’t budged, you ran to your daughter’s room. You quickly got her dressed and threw a coat over her tiny frame. She kept asking questions and rubbing her eyes, but you couldn’t spare any time to answer them. 

What really broke your heart though, is when she saw Matthias. She slipped from your grasp and made her way to him, “where are we going?”. Matthias picked her up and held her, and her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her head falling in the crook of his neck. You had hoped that maybe he changed his mind, but you guessed picking her up and comforting her was like a reflex, because once he seemed to realize what he was doing, he put her down and stepped away from her. 

You picked her up, ignoring her confused murmurs and spared Matthias one last glance before you left. You ran over to Elise’s house, telling her of the news. Like you, she had to wake up her child, and dress him quickly. You two knew you couldn’t go to the boat harbor, so you started on foot to the Ravkan border, the cold air freezing the tears on your face.

A/N: my bad if there's mistakes, I'm sick and this screen is hurting my eyes. Also in the books at least, they use bells instead of like, "6pm" but anyway-. I don't know if I wanna make a part 2 or leave this as a stand alone. Stay tuned to see if this sickness takes me out.

[countrymusiclover]

20 - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Part 21

Battle of Mind and Heart

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It was a stormy and rainy morning and the kids were still asleep since I wasn't making them do homeschooling on the weekends. Lying asleep in the bed Erik was sound asleep like normal when I sharply woke up feeling the urge to empty my stomach. Tossing the covers off of me I crossed the wooden floor like it was on lava until I got myself bent over the toilet. “Addi?”

“Ugh…where are they? Ah yes.” I heard Erik’s voice from the bed but I just kept throwing up until I felt that I was better. Remaining on my knees I opened the cabinet rummaging around until I found one of the pregnancy tests that I had bought from the store.

Footsteps creaked against the floorboards till he finally could see my current state. “Addison, here. I…I am here now.” He moved around grabbing a hold of my hair gently right as I went to puke a second time.

“Ugh…so gross.” I wiped my mouth with one of the towels shifting my body around so I could sit on the floor holding the pregnancy test I just took in my hands.

Erik shifted to sit down across from me pulling his legs up to his chest so I could have more room for my legs. “So what does it say, Addison?”

“We're…We're gonna have another baby.” I began crying a little at the thought picturing the excitement on the twins faces when we got around to telling them the good news.

Erik paused like he had the first time I told him I was pregnant with the twins but this time his pause was much shorter. “I love you.” He whispered, connecting our lips in for a kiss and I smiled into it.

“I love you too.” I whispered laying my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Erik just held me for a little while until he thought it had been long enough. “Let’s get you back to bed, Addi.” He lifted me up into his arms carrying me back to bed and he laid back down with me.

“So what do you want this time. Boy or girl?” I asked him looping my fingers with his while we were laying down and just staring at one another longingly. This wasn’t a rare thing for us to just lay in silence and watch the other too afraid they might disappear in an instant after the time we were forced to be separated by the Pentagon.

Erik kept his focus on my eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me. We already have one of each. So I'd say girl to make it even for both of us.”

“Oh are you and Ryder feeling like you need another woman in your lives?” I teased him imagining another baby girl hanging off his shoulders during piggyback, playing hide and seek during thunderstorms or him just listening to the random rambles from the child’s mouth.

Erik shakes his head leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine. “I just want you to be happy because for a long time I didn't think I could ever be, until I met you.”

“And nobody is going to tear us apart ever again.” I declared laying my head back down in the crook of his neck.

By the time I had ended my conscious conversation with Charles I entered our bedroom seeing my husband shoving different drawers and grabbing whatever he thought we would need. Which could only mean one thing, he was preparing to run again. Stepping into the room I touched his forearm the second he spun around facing me. “Erik, woah hang on. We don't have to run now.”

“Yes we do, Addi.” He attempted to move past me but I pushed a hand on his chest.

“Tell me what happened.” I urged him.

He moved his gaze down to mine showing my other hand was intertwined with his larger one. “If I'm exposed we're all exposed, Addison. I…part of a machine nearly killed a man today. But I stopped it. I heard some of the other workers talking and I know that can't mean good things. Most people already know my name on the news.”

“Hey, look at me. You did a good thing saving his life.” Moving my other hand off his chest and up to his face, he leans into my palm. “We don't have to run. We…this is our kids now, our future baby's home.”

Erik cradled my face in his hands. “We are their home. We will be this little ones home.” His gaze shifted down to my now somewhat visible stomach but we hadn't told the kids about it yet.

Leaning forward I kissed him quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He leans down into the kiss, moving one hand around my waist tugging me closer. “Where’s the kid” I asked him breaking the kiss with us both trying to catch our breaths.

“I told them to pack. They should be done by now though.” He answered my question with fear written over his face. We bolted up the stairs only to find their room empty with bags packed but neither twin was there.

Running to the backdoor the backyard was found to be the same. “They must be down by the creek. Astraea! Ryder!” I hollered and he did the same trucking through the thick forest of woods until we found a clearing and were met with a handful of policeman.

“Mommy, daddy. They won't let Ryder go.” Astraea came running forward out from behind one of the trees near us.

The words slipped my mouth when she locked her arms around the middle of my stomach in fear. “Are you alright?”

“She's fine as is your boy.” One of the officers said.

I snapped at the officer. “Then let him go!”

“We will. We just wanted to have a word.” The lead officer answered, still holding Ryder's shoulder firmly underneath his hand.

Erik tilted his head noticing something that I hadn't until he said the words. “You're not wearing your badges.”

“No metal. Some guys at the factory said they saw something today. Something that didn't add up.” Another policeman answered.

I begged the men in uniform. “Put your weapon away.”

“You've been a good citizen, Henryk...A good neighbor... a good worker. I want to believe that's who you are.” The lead officer focused his attention on my husband.

“It is.” I bared my teeth looking down at my daughter in my arms. Her fingers were gripping my hand while she now stood at my side, my other hand was resting on my stomach.

The fourth officer scoffed. “But nobody in this town really knows you.”

“Yes you do. I am Henryk Gurzsky. Jakob, I've had dinner in your home…” Erik attempted to remain calm seeing one of his workers who reported him in standing there too.

“And you were lying the whole time. I brought a killer into my house.” The man growled.

Ryder tried to move from the top policeman’s grasp when he drew out a printed picture of Erik the day he tried to kill the president until Raven stopped him. “Is this you? Are you the one they call Magneto?”

“Take me in. Please...Just let my son go.” Erik paused sparing me a glance silent as an apology. Ryder bolted forward when the officer let him run straight to his father where they embraced in a quick hug. “Go with your mother and sister.”

Walking forward I grasped my son's hand separating the two with two officers holding Erik causing our son to begin wining. “Please...Don't leave me. I'm not going to let them take you.”

“What's going on?” Lifting my head I felt the ground under my feet shaking and everything felt like it was beginning to slow down.

“She's one of them?” A policeman pointed his finger back at Astraea who had her hand raised forward causing some of the men to hold their heads in pain.

Ryder squeezed my hand and I saw his fingers glow before he shot a blast towards them and the other two ducked in fear. “Tell them to stop!”

“They can't control it! He's scared of you!” Erik responded with the last two still holding him in place.

“We're not going to let them take you!” The twins decided to meet up to stand right beside each other about to blast them a second time until I heard an officer draw an arrow and he accidentally fired it from his bow.

I bolted picking up my boots tackling the pair into the dirt. “Astraea! Ryder! - ah!” I screamed in pain feeling the arrow hit me in my lower stomach.

“Addison!” Erik cried out bolting in my direction with the other officers trying to run but they couldn't because our daughter was keeping them blocked in. He caught my body when I had yanked the arrow out where my legs collapsed to the harsh ground. “No…no please Addi.”

Gripping the fabric of his flannel jacket I gasped feeling some blood slowly coming from my stomach. “Erik…Kids.”

“Mommy.” Astraea hollered coming over to us.

Ryder pressed his hand on my stomach where I winced seeing some more blood coming out. “Ryder, what are you doing?” He sent me a simple smile before our eyes the wound on my belly disappeared and there was just a simple scar.

“He can heal.” Astraea gasped in shock.

Erik held me against his chest glancing between the three of us. “Kids, go back to the house and wait there until we get there. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The twins answered before running off together in the direction of the house.

Peaking over my husband’s shoulder I winced trying to get to my feet until I felt something falling between my legs. Looking down I gasped seeing blood even though the wound was healed. “Erik…the baby.”

“Addi…but he healed you.” Erik placed a hand on my forearm seeing the tears forming in my eyes.

The head officer takes a step forward to apologize. “Mrs. Gurzsky, I'm sorry.”

“Erik, I….do it. Do it!” I started crying, more tears reaching inside my shirt. Drawing the metal coin necklace that I wore shoving it down into his open palm. “Make them pay.”

He didn't need to be told anything more. He closed his eyes, opening the palm launching the coin slicing the necks of the throats of the policemans with their bodies dropping. “There's one more thing we need to do before we get out of here. Let's get you better first.” He scooped me up in his arms making our way back to the house.

“Mommy, Daddy, There something I need to tell you.” Ryder came running around the corner when we had made our way back into the small cabin.

Erik sat me down on my feet so I could lower myself to be his level I asked concerned. “What is it you need to tell us, Ryder?”

“The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.” The young Lehnsherr boy reply.

Glancing over to his father Erik’s features switched over to a much darker look. He helped me to my feet pulling me closer when he whispered under his breath. “Let’s go make those men at the factory pay too. Then we will take the kids to Charles place.” I nodded in agreement grasping his hands in mine. Knowing we deserved revenge.

[anjelicawrites]

The Winner Takes it All

Chapter V (I, II, III, IV)

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Synopsis: inspired by the Æthelflæd and Erik's storyline in The Last Kingdom. Might be spoilerish if you haven't seen it (go watch it!!!), even though I've just stolen the inspiration and went on with the story my way.

Warnings: Canon compliant violence, hints at cunnilingus, p in v sex, blowjob, suicidal thoughts, talk of murder, anxiety.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns are used (they are called “lady” and “daughter of the North”). The only descriptor is that they have long hair.

A/N 1: this is an AU. Look at me taking the canon story of Westeros and yell “Parkhour!” as I jump out of the window clutching it in my hands.

18+ only, tank you!

You don’t expect him to be back and try to ignore the happiness in your heart when Aemond comes visiting you in the afternoon, saying that he wants to talk; both your stances scream that you two are trying to keep the conversation from derailing somewhere unsafe, your eyes tell a different story, burning with desire, scorching one another with heated stares. Words and words pass both your lips, white noises in both your ears until neither of you know how you two find yourselves near the cot, bodies too close to comfort, hands curled in fists in the hopeless illusion that neither of you will act on the need bubbling in your bellies, until the cord snaps again and you two kiss with hunger, his fingers opening your dress with ease, your hands going into his mane of hair to keep his lips sealed with yours.

He has you and you have him repeatedly that afternoon and those following, your body experiencing the heights of pleasure again and again, his mouth devouring you until you beg him to stop and he does begrudgingly, hopelessly dependent on your sweet nectar. Every coupling spurs you two on, your mutual hunger growing, never satisfied, each orgasm more devastating than the one before. You don’t know how this is possible, wanting him regardless of all the violence your husband had subjected you to, regardless of the invasion of the North; when you are with him, none of this exists, there’s only you two and your bodies singing for one another.

You are lying in his arms, your face cradled against his chest, both your breathing haggard, bodies covered in perspiration under the thick fur. As you listen to his heart, you realize that he had cried afterwards only during your first time under the stars, the desperate weeping of an inconsolable child, his eye haunted when he had apologized to you; that never happened again and now you wonder what his story is, why he now looks like he’s shaken off a terrible burden. You wonder and know you’ll never have your answers, all of this being just a blip in your life, no future, no plans, no knowing one another like lovers do. You shudder at your last thought, that’s dangerous thinking: there’s no love here, only need, you remind yourself as a weight, like a stone, sinks in your belly. You burrow closer to him, trying to ignore the sadness permeating your bones; this is no fairy tale, he’s not your prince charming coming to save you from your husband, try as you might, you already know the end of your story. You sink your fingers in the muscles of his back, your nose inhaling the smell of sex from his skin; you don’t want to cry, men don’t like tears, they get mad when people cry. Aemond senses your distress, you can hear him humming before speaking, you don’t want to talk though, there’s nothing to talk about, not now, not ever.

Your husband always said that a spouse is good for two things only: sucking cock and bearing children, you were, at least good at the first thing. You don’t want to think about him either, you don’t want to burst the bubble you and Aemond are in, you just want to stay in this limbo where there’s only the two of you.

Your lips slowly travel downwards, sucking and kissing the hard muscles of Aemond’s chest, he tries to say that you don’t have to, his words gone after you concentrate on his stiff nipples until he moans, rich and deep in his throat. You follow the lines of the muscles of his belly, a slow path to his half hard cock, until your tongue finds his head and he keens when you start licking it, slowly and deviously, savoring his scent and taste, pleasantly bitter on your tongue. For the first time you want to have your partner’s cock in your mouth, you want to play with it until he can’t take it anymore and he has to come. For the first time you want your partner’s seed to paint your face and bosom, to mark you with his scent.

He doesn’t put his hands in you hair, as you expect, you can hear his fingers grabbing the cot, moans spilling from his mouth as you slowly envelope his now fully engorged cock in your mouth, cheeks hollowed in to offer him more friction, your head slowly bobbing up and down, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, until he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes lift to his and you swallow him down, throat constructing around him and Aemond lets out a bellow of pure pleasure, hips pushing in until you have to pin them while you come up for air. He doesn't look at you, eye closed, abs tight in the effort to push up against your hands. For a second you wish he was your first and only, your rightful husband: he would respect you, if not love you. With silent tears streaming down your eyes, you swallow him again, your lips tight around his cock with intent, spit and precome escaping your mouth with the ferocity of your movements, one hand around his base to keep him at the right angle, your movements too fast to breach your throat, but that doesn’t really matter, you can easily tell how close he is by to the way his hips follow your movements, by the moans escaping his lips. Aemond tries to warn you, tries to move your head away before he can't control himself anymore and comes down your throat, bitter and copious and you swallow him, mad in your quest to forget the world around you.

There are still tears on your lashes and rolling down your cheeks, when Aemond can finally see your face; the distress and doubts plain on his face, the moment he sees the state you are in. His big hands frame your face, his voice worried when he asks you why you are crying, afraid he’s hurt you in his passion. You try to kiss him, your goal to evade his questions, but he’s far too smart to fall for that, his fingers tightening around your skull to stop your advance, his thumbs caressing the soft skin of your cheeks.

“Talk to me, sweet Daughter of the North”

“Aemond please!”.

Don’t make me beg, you think, I wouldn’t be able to bear it!

“What’s causing you distress, my lady?” he asks, the movements of his thumbs jerky on your skin

“Nothing is - liar! Liar! Liar! Your conscience screams - I need you, I don’t want to think!”.

There’s immense tenderness in the way Aemond helps your body under his, your legs splayed to make room for his wandering fingers on the soft skin of your thighs, until they find your cunt, wet and loose from all the previous lovemaking.

“You’ll tell me, in due time - he says gently - for now I shall grant your wishes”.

One knuckle after another, one finger after another, Aemond slowly opens you up again, digits curling and seeking your G-spot until your hips jump off the cot and he concentrates on that magical spot inside of you, movements firm and steady, pressure increasing against the mounting tightness of your cunt, stopping only to scissor you open for his length,

until you explode for him.

Aemond stays curled up with you under the furs until he can and he is reluctant to leave you to your thoughts, your tears from before still haunting him. He knows you came to him willingly: your wetness, the way you moved with him, arms and legs curled around his frame to keep him as close as possible to you. Why the tears though? Why did your fingers curl to grab chunks of the skin of his back while you two lain together, listening to each other's breathing? What haunts you that you don't want to share? Is it your husband? Or this war? While he undresses in his quarters, Aemond chastises himself for even hoping to think that you would share any thought with him: there's nothing between you that would push you to do so. As much as he burns with worry for you, this is not this kind of relationship, unfortunately, he tells himself. Whatever fire burns inside of you two, it will need to die the very moment you go back to your husband, as much of a piece of shit he is. His mind goes back to the scars on your body, anger roaring in his chest: how could he let you go back to that? How can he keep you safe by his side? His analytical mind is already ahead of him, deaf to his brain screaming that it's madness to think anything different than follow the plan. This is a puzzle, a difficult chess play and he loves finding solutions, finding the right key that will open the lock. You might not burn the same way he does, but something tells him that you would be glad to be parted from your husband forever.

Down in your cell, you stand up to go near the small window to try and see the dark sky, searching for a sliver of peace.

You know you can pretend all you want, there's no way you will come out of this situation on top: if your husband pays, he'll beat you for the kidnapping, even though he was the one to force you to accompany him. If he doesn't, you lose any worth in the eyes of King Aegon and you shudder at the mere thought of what that will bring forth to you. Your only way out is death, and there's nothing here you can use to snuff out your life, Aemond is always weaponless when he comes to you. Aemond, your heart sings for him, not even him can save you from what will come. With dread in your heart, you fall back on the cot and cry yourself to sleep.

When Aemond comes to you, a handful of days later, the worry filters through the cracks of his composure.

"Your husband has answered our ransom request" he says, trying to appear nonchalant.

You are taken aback, he hasn't told you that a raven has been sent to your people’s camp.

"Why didn't you tell me?" it's your answer, rage barely contained

"I didn't want to worry you"

"It is my life we are talking about! - forgetting yourself, you march towards him, invading his personal space - I am sick and tired of being a thing you men can exploit!".

Aemond looks surprised at your show of anger. He wanted to shelter you as much as possible, keep you safe, he’d never meant you harm.

"You men have done nothing but use me as a pawn on your games all my life and you have the courage to tell me you didn't want to cause me worry? You really think I would be so indifferent to my own destiny?".

You are pacing the length of your small cell, your fury encompassing Aemond's mistake, a lifetime of anger and fear fueling your words.

"Don't you think I haven't been worrying about my future? Do you think I don't fear what's to come? You truly think I stay here day and night waiting for you with my legs spread open, daydreaming about you? - you snatch your wrist away when he attempts to grab it to stop your pacing - shouldn't I worry that my husband will hurt me so bad, that I will wish for death to come and take me away? If he knew I was unfaithful…".

Words die on your lips, killed by the sobs wrenching your throat. You try to slip from Aemond's embrace, his arms crushing your body against his chest. Slowly he helps you to the bare floor of your cell when your legs give out, your head under his chin, his hands tight around your waist, a soothing humming in his chest. You are not sure for how long you two sit on the cold ground, while your tears dry and only sobs remain, when he carries you bridal style on the cot to sit there, him kneeling between your spread legs with his hands cradling your face.

“You should kill me Aemond - you say, your eyes not meeting his - after my ransom is paid, you should kill me. There’s no other end for me but the sweet embrace of death, which will come for me anyway. I’d rather it being painless that be by beating”

“I’d rather kill your husband than you - it comes out sharper than he intended, even better, it shouldn’t have come out at all - happy accidents happen, assassins slither their ways everywhere, even though I’d rather him die on my sword”

“Aemond…” this goes beyond anything you could have ever imagined.

You’d be lying if you were to say that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind during the lonely hours in your cell, amidst your own suicidal ideas your desire to live birthed these dark images: kill your husband and lay the fault on the Valyrians or trip him when drunk, making sure his skull crashes on the sharp angle of your shared cot. The possibilities are not infinite, but many. To hear it out loud it’s what shocks you, after banishing those ideas as soon as formed, to know that you are not alone with these dark thoughts.

When he tells you the sum of your ransom, you are speechless, it’s too much; if it’s not paid, what will happen to you? Even after days of negotiations, a new sum proposals will be too much. And how can your people pay to finance their own destruction?

“I have a plan already - a wolfish smile on his face - I have told you that you are under my protection”

“Do you truly want me to believe your brother will keep me safe the moment I lose all my bargaining value?”.

Rage starts burning again in the pits of your belly. Your husband might be the one wielding the power of your joined houses, but you are not ignorant in politics, your father having tutored you well.

“My brother is a simple man - Aemond states calmly - if push comes to shove, I have a proposal for him that will tickle his fancy, better than what he’s thinking now. I cannot say a word more, but I never give my word lightly”

“Even to me?”

“Yes. Even to you”.

Your heart doesn’t dare hope, your lips lack the courage to ask Aemond if there’s a third option, were his plan to flop: what then? And what has he planned? For a moment you hope he wants to run away with you, anywhere that is not here, not New Valyria, somewhere you two can build a new life together, away from politics and war. Would he do this? Desert his brother and his own people for you, a complete stranger? And if this isn’t his plan, how will he save you?

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

the squirrel girl podcast is already peak but just the idea that charles really WAS listening the entire time and cackling to himself is probably the best part

[wishchip106]

watching dark pheonix rn live commentary

charles hair looks wacky af girl get a fringe cover the forehead or something

he’s signing the adoption papers thats his daughter 😿

it said it was 1975 this does NOT look like the same school from dofp 🤨

WHERE DID ALL THE TREES GO???

ok now we’re in space huzzah 1992

uh oh the rocket broken

HE’S BALD

he got the president on speed dial damn

RAVEN WHAT IS THAT HAIR COLOR fuckass bob

no one getting that basketball back damn

nyoom

charles really needs to get side rails in cerebro other people go in there too they gonna fall off

he connected to nasa

yikes ominous space dust ☹️

raven is literally the leader of the x-men

ITS THAT WOMANS FAULT FOR MENTIONING THE CAPTAIN

how tf is jean breathing??? 🤨

that blast should’ve killed BUT ALSO HOW IS SHE CASUALLY FLOATING IN SPACE??

that part of the pheonix force or something?

the xmen got fans thats crazy 🤨

charles keeps canceling classes does anyone actually learn in this school?

RAVEN UR THE ONE WHO STARTED THE XMEN

“i actually can’t remember the last time you were risking something” saying that to the man who is bald and in a wheelchair???

idk whether this is bias or not but honestly charles doing stuff with the press and getting people to like mutants and the xmen is a good thing???

i get raven is upset about risking their lives and such but its honestly that or being persecuted and hunted down daily 🤨🤨

pissing me off

dinner party wowie

intro to the most forgettable xmen villian ever

fucking tree aliens what the flip

oh damn his chest constricted

dazzler!!! 🤯🤯🤯

jean thirsty damn

why is raven hiding still i thought mutant and proud meant something

raven if ur upset go to genosha or something

charles is besties with the president lol

jean needs to get a new skincare routine her skin cracking

charles dad senses starting tingling (despite being a shitty dad 👀)

does no one else get that if charles didn’t put shields in place in jeans mind a lot more people would be dead??? like obviously he could have slowly taken them down over time but still 🤨

one of the writers might have beef with charles

jean going after her deadbeat dad but she doesn’t know that

they planning to manipulate her

yikes flashbang

how tf jean get there so fast

knock knock its me ur estranged daughter

bro does not look happy to see her

raven clearly has beef with charles

this a “lets all blame charles” movie

struggling forreal i’m defending him every five minutes

jean realizing her dads a deadbeat blaming her for her moms death damn

if he had to pick between saving his wife or jean he would pick his wife

charles wearing his ex’s clothes 🤨

scott being like “i love you pookie dont leave me 🥺”

the girls fighting

raven being the one who steps up

ah shit she dead ☹️

jean really flew outta there

sad moment r.i.p raven

hank is angry

“is it true? jean killed her? 🤓” BRO SHE JUST DIED SHOW SOME RESPECT

girl going straight to the alcohol, some habits dont die

“its your fault she’s dead” BITCH THAT WAS HIS SISTER

you cant expect charles to admit when he’s wrong thats what he and his ex-husband have in common

“no civilians past this-“ ”fbi” “oh okay” can anyone just do that? walk up to a crime scene and say you’re fbi

bro killed him

GENOSHA

jean going to her stepdads house

ERIK HELLO

bro why he fly like that 🧍

did he really make his furniture really low down 🤨

waiting for his husband

wouldve been better if he had white hair 😔

damn military

jean in a killing mood

magneto saving human lives 🤨 never thought i’d see the day

bro looks so stupid oh damn he was flung

“i am protecting them, from you” DAMN no one wants to help her

the president revoked his bestie privileges after one incident

charles struggling

girl are you drinking age 🤨 i sure hope so i’m a rule follower

yes who are you jean

OH DAMN DIDNT NEED TO GO THERE

heheh charles sleepin

biggass binoculars

“what? no charles?” girl i think ur a tad bit obsessed

he yaps about him to anyone who listens

his bestie dead oh no 🙁 give him a sec

welp time to kill her that’s totally what raven would’ve wanted

damn those aliens got a nice place what the heck

woahh space and shit oh wow the milky way

the aliens were lurking

she is special yeah

she lying girl don’t listen she gonna kill you (although that wont really stop you)

whats this bald lady’s name?

i wanna see all the other stuff erik keeps in that box

i can see charles actually descending into depression this is crazy

lol they all putting him in place give him a break 😢

boutta reconnect with my ex wish me luck 🤩

erik trying to act cool in front of his friends

woah f bomb

charles im gonna kill ur daughter sorry not sorry 😁

hair whip

“ur not the only one who can control minds 😏”

girl this is the worlds most powerful telepath maybe think about this for a second

the girls fighting again

bitch pulled a train out of the ground tf did you need that for???

making a grand entrance

damn getting his skull crushed like the first people he ever killed

he got throw out the window ☹️

yeah girl thats ur dad

NAH WHY DID THEY DO THIS

MAKING THE DISABLED MAN WALK WTF

that alien really got her claws in her

yes please see that charles still loves you (AS A DAD)

thats her dad 😿

i hate this alien ur ruining the moment

no don’t give it to her ☹️☹️

scott to the rescue

THEY TAKING THE XMEN TO THE POUND DAMN

oh damn charles admitted he was wrong good job

maybe bring these guys to therapy or something

erik thats ur stepdaughter chill

the aliens have hijacked the train 🙁

once again humans being stupid

he clearly just healed from those bullets why are you still shooting

hell yeah train fight scene

LMAO SHE JUST DIED

anyway moving on 😁

kurt’s angry now

WHAT WAS THAT EVIL GRIN

honestly feel like charles could do a lot more

yay magneto being cool as fuck

okay all the lackeys were defeated onto the main boss

oh damn storm got blasted

“you wanted her dead” “i had a change of heart” bro never decides whether or not to be evil

dad-daughter moment

at least they’re all still on the train

“i know what you did, you did out of love” THANK YOU JEAN

hell yeah marvel girl

we nearly at the end guys 🤯 (talking to myself)

damn she disintegrating all of them thats cool

she got stabbed ☹️

nvm she good

final boss moment

cgi hair battle which one looks more like its underwater

oh no don’t disintegrare ur bf

go to space you’ll be fine girly

lots of cgi going on

she died 😔

its fine she come back

thats a cool looking bird

you’ll be fine scott she does this from time to time

girl lost his sister AND his daughter someone check up on charles

bro completely erasing charles legacy damn 😔

its time for the gay people 😁

gonna appreciate this scene hold on

god these guys are so gay

bro staring at him with love in his eyes

IM SICK OF THEM RAAHH

love you cherik

and thats the movie

my dad told me the aliens were supposed to be skrulls but since captain marvel came out earlier in the year so they had to change it lmao

anyway go home the movies finished

[lastchancestardomm]

To All of You, I Say

Word Count - N/A

Warnings: Extremely Fucked-Up Shit. Child Abuse. Child Neglect. Rape/Non-Con. Abandonment. Heed the Warnings.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: I had to get her backstory out somehow. This has been privated for the last like two months, and I am very insecure and genuinely afraid of this, but I had to write out Ana's backstory somehow. I tried putting content labels on it, but it hid this post to the majority of my followers, so I'm just fucking giving up. I based this on, and recommend listening along to, the song KILLED BY ANGEL by Alice Schach and the Magic Orchestra. As I said, read the warnings and take them seriously. This is fucked up.

June ██ , 1941

Joseph stared at his precious baby boy, held tenderly by his dear wife, Aino, with stars in his eyes. Despite a thin layer of blood and his wife's fluids coating his features, the infant seemed to glow, dazzle even.

The little one will be christened with the name Aleksander-Erik. But he has always been known as Alex by those who regarded him dearly.

Aleksander-Erik Ivanova, the name rolled off Joseph's tongue like a holy prayer. It was a strong name, a name the boy would need if he were to take over his father's winery. Aino, on the other hand, thought the name was a mouthful.

The small baby reached out to his father, chubby hands grabbing his scruffy beard. He gave a soft tug, and a darling giggle at his papa's small grunt.

He is beloved.

August ██ , 1947

Aleksander is six years old. He sits in an uncomfy chair just outside the delivery room, and can hardly hear his dear mama's exclamations over his own sobbing. The bright lights and white walls overwhelm him, and he cries louder. The nurse next to him squeezes his hand in comfort.

He hiccups between tears if his mother will be okay. The nurse squeezes his hand again.

"She will be okay, Aleksanki, she's giving birth to your little sister,"

He's going to be a big brother. Other boys at his daycare talk about their baby siblings, and call them annoying and loud. They say they want their baby siblings to go away.

He hopes that she's not annoying and loud. He hopes his little sister will be great. But he's scared.

September ██ , 1947

She was named Maria. She was named after the Holy Mary, but also because her name means "star" and such. Aino chuckled tiredly as she watched her husband gush over his baby daughter. She leaned over to her son and jokingly mumbled to him that Maria can also mean "bitterness".

Joseph's pride and joy is his daughter, he'd give everything to see her blossom into a successful flower of pure beauty. She's still very little, and can't even roll onto her tummy, but he will praise the baby girl any chance he can get.

Although, he's often at his winery, individually quality-checking each bottle. The best of the batch were carried home by him to indulge in and share with his wife.

June ██ , 1949

Aleksander is eight years old. Maria is a rather stoic one-year-old. It was his birthday some days ago, and ever since, his father has put him to work.

He has gone out net-fishing with Aino, and to the town square to sell the fruits (well, fish) of their labor. He's been with his father to the winery, helping pull wagons of the finest and highest quality of the batch back home.

His father has signed him onto the school running team, soccer team, and hockey team. Aleksander doesn't enjoy all these activities, perhaps he would if it was one or the other, but all three at once is overwhelming. But he's too people-pleasing to tell his prideful father off.

Maria is a strange baby. She doesn't cry, rather, she gnaws on her chubby hands until someone takes notice. Aleksander frets constantly over his little sister, and comes with tear-filled eyes to his mother saying Maria is sick each time she goes a-gnawin'.

Aino worries for her daughter's sake, but Joseph only berates her for believing her son's concern over nothing. He thinks his daughter is perfect just the way she is.

January ██ , 1952

Aleksander is ten years old. Maria is four years old. The little girl has a whole bedroom to herself now, walls decorated with stickers and her pockets always stuffed with candies.

She has a big loft bed adorned with shiny jewelry she'll never wear, causing it to resemble a castle somewhat. Which is fitting, as the small girl is spoiled like a princess, well, at least by her father.

Aleksander can chop wood now. His father aided him in his first week with the labor, and then left him to it. His mother remarks he's much better than his father at the job, and quicker too, which drives him to continue no matter how much his hands hurt and bleed.

But he has to be honest with himself, if it weren't for his mother, he would've quit all the chores a long time ago.

January ██ , 1954

Aleksander is twelve years old. Maria is six years old. The night sky glimmered indifferently.

The delivery room is in hysterics. The doctors yell out to the nurses "Breech!", as they hurry about to begin a C-section. Controlled chaos or orderly madness could be a descriptor.

He can't help it, he feels like a little kid, but he's sent to tears once again. Aleksander is crying, sniffling loudly as a nurse tries to hush him. The screams of his mother pierce his ears and drives him to sob. His younger sister, Maria, snoozes peacefully in the crook of his neck.

Joseph is escorted by two nurses into the lobby, as he curses indecipherable chains of swears. Even he doesn't truly know what he's angry about.

Now it's a gamble, a game of chance, and a race against time.

January ██ , 1954 Hours Later

The doctor comes into the lobby solemnly. Joseph cradles his two children against his body as they sleep, when he's approached by the downtrodden doctor.

He says Aino is dead, declaring it so with a roundabout explanation.

At the cost of its mother's life, the baby emerged healthy, and with a victorious, hair-splitting wail of life. It was quite loud, and some nurses remark their ears ringing.

Joseph's leg stops bouncing. His highschool sweetheart, apple of his eye, his wife whom he moved halfway across Europe to marry, dead? He silently cherished that woman.

He stares down the doctor, eyes ablaze with anger and grief. It's quite ominous. Instead of a shouting match breaking out, Joseph just hunches over to cry silently.

████ ██ , 1959

Aleksander is sixteen years old. Maria is eleven years old. Their little sister is five years old.

His new little sister was named Ana. No frills or bells or whistles to the name, just simple and quaint. Which Aleksander adored.

Maria didn't share the sentiment. Her brother's undivided attention was now split up, and her dear old dad slowly is consumed by depression. This is all Ana's fault. She will suffer for something she cannot control.

Joseph has dropped the care of his youngest into the laps of his olders. One bottle of fine wine at a time, he'll drink himself to death.

Aleksander is trying to keep the family together. He doesn't know how, but through his kindness and caring nature, he can try to stitch the crooked quilt of his family back together.

June ██ , 1960

Aleksander is seventeen years old. Maria is twelve years old. Ana is six years old.

Nobody celebrated his birthday this year. No cake, no decor, it was as if he were never born at all. His little sister got the same treatment, but Aleksander gifted her his old baby blanket, hand-knitted by their mother.

Her smile stretched so wide it came off her face, eyes sparkling, "Tänan, Alex!"

He would kill to see her that happy every day.

Joseph has been lashing out. Aleksander takes the beatings for his siblings, even if it hurts, even if it takes some derring-do.

May ██ , 1965

Aleksander is twenty-one years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is eleven years old.

Joseph can't stand to look at Ana. He wants to knock the teeth out of her mouth. She peeves him to no end. Her bravado does remind him of Aino, though. He hates her.

Aleksander refuses to leave the house now, for his siblings' safety, and Maria now does the grocery trips. His little sister frantically insists that Maria shouldn't be trusted with that duty.

Joseph stares at Ana.

June ██ , 1965

She wakes up. She feels bare, rather chilly. A heavy weight straddles her torso, with a bucking sensation lurching her smaller body.

Blood. Her own blood soaks her bedsheets. She can't even scream. It's as if she were paralyzed. Her vision goes spotty. Blood. Blood seeps out as a warm feeling fills her up. She fazes out of consciousness once again.

She wakes up, later. Her sheets are tough with dried blood. She's scared. She doesn't know what happened. She's scared. Terrified.

"Alex, why does my tummy hurt so much?"

December ██ , 1965

On her mother and father's bed, she births a very small infant, lacking any of his right arm below the elbow, huffing and puffing trying to get air into his malformed lungs.

Aleksander helped her birth the little one, as Maria watched from a distance, looming in the doorframe like an omen of death.

She was feeling ill for the past few months, and her tummy grew, but Joseph did nothing but make remarks about how fat she was getting.

The jeers and hormones were getting to her. It was like they crawled under her skin and rotted her from the inside out. She wants to get them out. She cuts and cuts and still they won't come out of her skin.

The little one managed to live. He was Ana's son. But it always felt better if he was called their baby brother.

February ██ , 1966

Aleksander is twenty-two years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is twelve years old.

They named their new little brother Olev. He's bratty in a petty way only a baby can muster, but he often gets side-stepped in the day-to-day.

Maria doesn't lurk around as often anymore. She's often out and about on grocery runs or walks. Although, friendly neighborhood cats aren't showing up to doorsteps anymore. It seems the breadth of the stress is affecting her.

Aleksander knows exactly why Olev was born. He saw the blood in Ana's sheets. He heard her morning bouts of vomit. He's supposed to be her big brother. He's going to protect her.

March ██ , 1967

Aleksander is twenty-three years old. Maria is eighteen years old. Ana is thirteen years old. Olev is a year old.

Aleksander became a man today.

He took the axe, the axe he had been using for nearly the past decade to chop wood, to sever Joseph's head from his body.

The gore was ghastly and unsightly, but somehow so cathartic. He had to hide the body, and clean up the blood, so his siblings wouldn't be exposed to something so shocking.

Aleksander regrets not doing that sooner.

Maria threw a tantrum when Joseph didn't return. She trashed the house, overturning chairs and putting holes into the walls. She brutalized Ana, making the girl a bloodied mess. She frightened Aleksander.

What has he done?

November ██ , 1970

Aleksander is twenty-six years old. Maria is twenty-one years old. Ana is sixteen years old. Olev is four years old.

Maria has been raining true torment unto her family as of late. Probably due to the death of their father.

Aleksander has become more timid, and easier to make flinch. Ana has to step up and be the adult, because the troubled mind of her brother slips him in and out of a regressed state. Olev has grown up in the mayhem, so he's used to it, but he continues to cry when Maria and Ana fall into a yelling match.

In her scarce free time, Ana has been occupying herself with the televized footage of "The Gravel War". It's a rather useless battle over gravel, but the footage kindles the small, nearly-out flame of childishness in her.

Her gracious sister, Maria, embezzles their dead father's company to buy three connecting flights and a helicopter ride to get to Teufort, New Mexico; the site of The Gravel Wars.

Once they were hovering over the battle, Ana noticed the ground was approaching faster and faster. Until it went black with a cold splash.

November ██ , 1970 Hours Later

The sun descends behind the horizon. Her head throbs with pain. There's water that laps at her body. The scent of gunpowder and smoke occasionally brushes past her nose.

Where is she?

She thinks she knows why she's here. But she doesn't know where here is.

She's scared. She sobs.

The sun descends further down the horizon by the time she stops crying. The yellow splintering light has now faded into oranges and purples, and stars start to speckle the sky.

She realizes she's on the battlefield. The Gravel Wars battlefield. She doesn't know why, but she starts crawling. She starts crawling for anything. For a person, for death, for her own comfort, for a reason only god knows.

....to be continued in the 100-Follower special, "New Life. New You."

[purpleprincessonfyre]

And now before the Grand Finale, a mini post listing the odd shit my daughter says on a daily basis. Think Kids Say The Darndest Things then turn it up to....an eleven? Oh but I can't vouch for the stuff she said to Cole, or the stuff about monsters. Kids amiright? *opens another bottle of wine*

OUAT AU - Incorrect Quotes, Accurate Facts

Bella: *whilst at Cole's shop* Your husband is lost at sea somewhere.

Liane: Okay Bella what have I said? We don't assume people's sexualities or make vague threats.

Cole: *chuckles lightly* Oh its quite alright, Ms St James, I'm used to it. *waits for Liane to be out of earshot* Alright you listen here you little shit-

Erik: Morning Ms St James! Belladonna.

Liane: Morning Sherrif. Bella say hello.

Bella: It's impossible for pigs to look up at the sky.

Erik: I- what?

Bella: Good day. *walks off with Liane*

Erik: *the penny drops* Now wait!

*while babysitting*

Gia: But I'm not sleepy!

Bella: Georgina, it is a known fact that most people can fall asleep in around seven minutes. Besides if you don't close your eyes monsters might come in your bedroom.

George: M-monsters?

Bella: *pulls out her storybook* I'll show you....

Liane: *squeals from the bathroom*

Bella: Mom?

Liane: Spider in the sink! Spider in the sink!!!

Bella: *sighs and scoops it up into her hand* Mother one spider is nothing. In the course of an average lifetime, while sleeping you might eat around 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders, or more.

Liane: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

*whilst out shopping*

Liane: *looking for makeup* Do you want anything sweetie? A black eyeliner? A dark lipstick?

Bella: *nonchalantly* Some lipsticks contain fish scales.

Liane: Bella!

*whilst out for dinner with Ethan*

Ethan: So what are you learning in school these days?

Bella: Nothing of importance to you.

Ethan: Aw go on try me.

Bella: *looks him in the eye* A tiger not only has striped fur but also has striped skin underneath.

Ethan: *chokes on his food* That's...Nice honey.

Riley: *listening to music in headphones* Oh hey Bella, I'm just finishing my homework.

Bella: You know wearing headphones for as long as an hour can increase the bacteria in your ears by 700 times.

Riley: *can't hear* What?

Bella: Never mind.

Liane: Alright uh yeah I'll get that to you right away. Okay. *Bella walks by the door as Liane is talking to the Mayor*

Alex: Hello there, Belladonna. Any riveting facts today?

Bella: *dead-eyed glares at him* If you sneeze too hard you could fracture a rib.

Alex: *laughs uncertainly* Really?

Bella: Enjoy the flowers. *walks away*

Alex: Funny kid isn't she?

*at Cassie's house*

Cass: Sorry about the mess. Blanche (her cat) had a bit of an accident but I managed to clean it up.

Liane: Oh its okay, it looks fine to me.

Bella: Cat urine glows under a black light.

Cass: Right....*stirs her tea*

Kid: *flicks a rubber band at the back of her head and it snaps*

Bella: *turns around severely* Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. *pulls out her own band*

Roch (the teacher): Bella no!

*out with Ethan, comes across Alex*

Alex: Ah our newcomer out on the town with his...darling daughter.

Ethan: Uh yeah she wanted to show me around.

Alex: *looks at Bella* What have you got for me today, little minx?

Bella: *looks directly at him* A shark is the only known fish that can blink with both eyes.

Alex: *blinks, trying not to drop his gaze* Excellent.

Liane: *after a big meal* Oof I don't think I can finish that, guess my eyes were bigger than my belly huh?

Bella: An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

Liane: Fascinating.

Ethan: *sat there awkwardly*

Bella: But the giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.

Liane: Thanks for that honey. *sips her wine*

As long as she's not threatening people it's fine by me...

Do your kids say odd shit? @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @ask-missparker @askstevella

*all characters mentioned are original characters created by @jackiequick @gcthvile @blueboirick @luna-d-marsh and @missstrawbs2001 or are from Marvel media (Erik Lensherr)