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X-Men #194

Chris Claremont/John Romita Jr., Dan Green, & Steve Leialoha

[izzyfandoms]

A Sleep So Sweet - Chapter Four

When Emile discovered he was the soulmate of the prince of a magical species known as Beings, he did not know how to react. Beings were terrifying, powerful creatures, who often did not care for humanity, and, in their first meeting, his soulmate, the sleep prince, seemed to be no different.  

Will Emile fall in love with his soulmate, or are they simply not meant to be?

SHIPS: Remile

WARNINGS: Humans being treated as lesser

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1 @yourneighborhooddisaster @alexxander-the-gay @full-of-roman-angst-trash @selfcarejanus

A SLEEP SO SWEET TAGLIST: @spellingwillbethedeathofme

Masterpost

A Sleep So Sweet Masterpost

Emile did not know whether he should go to sleep yet. It was late and he was tired, but he had sent the Whispering Being with the message that he wanted to speak with his soulmate again, and he had forgotten to give them a date.

What if his soulmate turned up tonight, just like how he had turned up immediately the last time they had spoken? Should he stay up just in case?

Emile sighed. He was sat on his bed, staring at the wall as thoughts swirled around his head.

He was going to see his soulmate again. How would it go? He had no idea.

Maybe it was going to be just as bad, but maybe... maybe his soulmate wanted to apologise.

Emile straightened up. Maybe Sleep wanted to apologise! Maybe he would see the error of his ways and they would move on from that terrible first impression.

Emile allowed himself to smile slightly. Okay. Sleep might have been rude in their first meeting, but maybe he would make up for it.

Maybe... maybe things would be okay.

Maybe Sleep really would be the love of his life.

Emile smiled fully. Okay, this was promising.

Then, he yawned, and was suddenly reminded of just how late it was.  

Well, he might as well go to bed, instead of staying up all night on the off chance that Sleep might show up. He nodded to himself, standing up and heading over to his chest of drawers, where his pyjamas were. He chose a pink set of pyjamas, one of his favourites, and got changed quickly.

Then, he made the decision to head over to his kitchen and get himself a glass of water. He walked over to his bedroom door and pulled it open, heading down the hallway and towards the kitchen. He entered it, quickly getting himself a glass from one of the cupboards and filling it with water.

Just as he lifted the glass to his lips, he was startled.

“Hello,” came a voice behind him all of a sudden.

Emile yelped, spinning around, the glass slipping from his hand and hitting the floor, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

He looked down at the broken glass, before he looked up, wide-eyed, at the person who had just startled him. His gaze landed on a silver-coloured face and the slightly surprised expression that was on it.

“Um... hi?” Emile said, before he looked back down at the broken glass scattered all over his kitchen floor. “Gosh, let me- let me clean this all up quickly. Just step back, I don’t want you getting cut.”

Sleep tilted his head. “Your little glass won’t hurt me,” he said.

Emile stared at him for a second, before he looked down at their feet. Sleep’s were bare, and his were only wearing socks. He was relieved that neither of them had been cut so far.

“But... you’re not wearing any shoes,” Emile said.

“Your glass will not injure me. Only magical objects can hurt a being.”

Emile watched him for a moment, before his eyes moved to the sheathed sword on Sleep’s hip.

“So, your sword is... magic then?”

Sleep looked down at his sword, before looking back up at Emile.

“My sword is made of fear. A friend created it for me. He’s a knight of mine.” He tapped the handle of the sword, looking down at it for a moment, before he looked back up at Emile.

Emile blinked a few times, before he remembered that there was still a bunch of glass all over the floor.

“Okay,” he said. “We have things to talk about, just let me take care of this glass first, alright?”

Sleep watched him for a moment, before he nodded. He took a step back, away from the pieces of glass, and Emile walked over to a cabinet, carefully avoiding any shards, and pulled out a dustpan and brush. He swept up the broken glass, putting it into the bin, before he cleaned up the spilt water with a cloth.

Then, he turned back to Sleep, who had been silently watching him the whole time.

“So, um... what did you want to talk about?” Emile asked awkwardly when he was done, his gaze settling on Sleep’s eyes, specifically on the soulmark in the centre of one of them.

He ran his fingers over his wrist, where there was the matching soulmark on his own skin.

Sleep watched him for a moment, before he spoke.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour in our last meeting,” Sleep said.

Emile blinked, surprised, and straightened up.

Maybe he had judged Sleep too quickly. Maybe... maybe things would actually work out.

“Thank you,” Emile said, giving him a slight smile. “I appreciate that.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, just a little awkward, and Sleep did not blink for the entirety of it. It was a little creepy, but outweighed by the handsomeness of Sleep’s features, and Emile did not feel even the slightest bit scared by him.

Sleep then smiled. “So, you forgive me then?” he asked.

Emile nodded. “Yes,” he said, giving Sleep a smile in return. “Your behaviour was rude, but you have apologised for it, so I forgive you.”

There was a long pause, before Sleep tilted his head, seeming genuinely confused. “What about my behaviour was rude?”

Emile stared at him for a few seconds. “What?”

“What about my behaviour was rude?” Sleep repeated. “I mean, I was only stating facts.”

Emile blinked, feeling his heart sink in his chest.

“You- you said humans were less than Beings. You can’t just say that.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s just not true! You’re no better than us! Humans and Beings are equal, and you can’t just say otherwise, especially not to a human. That’s just rude!”

“But... it’s true?” The words came out more like a question than anything else.

“It is not,” Emile argued. “Just- just-” He let out a sigh, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You came here to apologise, but you don’t really mean it, right?”

“I didn’t mean to offend you. My friend said the best thing to do was apologise. I did that, so what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that you think humans are less than Beings! You think I’m less than you. And that’s not a foundation for a healthy relationship.”

“But you’re not lesser,” Sleep protested. “You’re my soulmate. I said that.”

Emile sighed again. “That doesn’t make it any better. You still view what I am as lesser and that’s not... I can’t just be okay with that.”

“But... you said you forgave me?”

“That was before I knew that you weren’t genuinely sorry, and that you still feel the same way.”

Sleep stared at him like he was confused, and Emile let out another sigh.

“Look, just- humans aren’t less than Beings,” Emile said firmly. “We’re all equal.”

Sleep’s brow creased. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He seemed so... lost, and Emile almost felt bad for him, despite the situation and the things that he was saying. He thought humans were below him, and that stung and needed to be corrected.

“Have you ever even spent any time around humans?” Emile asked.

“Not really,” Sleep admitted. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” Emile said firmly. “It matters. It sounds like you really need to spend some time amongst humanity.” He gestured to the necklace around Sleep’s neck. “Maybe use that necklace of yours, the one that gives you a human-like form.”

Sleep looked down at the necklace around his neck. He lifted his hand from his sword and touched the little red and green crystal. He stared at it for a few seconds, and it glinted in the light in a way that was just a little bit unnatural.  

Emile’s eyes were drawn to it as Sleep stared into it, and he only snapped out of his gaze when Sleep let go of the necklace.

Sleep raised his head and stared at Emile for a few seconds, unblinking, and he tilted his head.

Emile then yawned. He raised his hand to cover his mouth as he did so, and when he stopped, he found that Sleep was still staring at him. He watched him back for a moment, before he sighed.  

“Okay,” he said tiredly. “I don’t- I don’t really want to be having this conversation right now. It’s late and I’m tired. I just... come back to me when you’ve changed your mind about humanity. Until then, I don’t really want to see you.”

Sleep stared at him for a few seconds.  

The silence was deafening, and the pressure of it was enough to make Emile shift his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

“Okay,” Sleep said, just a tad awkwardly.

Then, before Emile could even blink, he became a blur, and then he was gone.

Emile stared at the spot he had just stood, like he was still there, and then he let out a sigh. He raised his hands and buried his face in his palms.

This wasn’t the situation he had wanted to be in when he had first discovered the existence of his soulmate, but these were the cards that he had been dealt.

He would just have to deal with it.

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Emile x Toby - Halloween Party

Taglist: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @bl3ppsn3kk @thats-so-crash

Warnings: Mentions of fake blood, fake wounds, a creepy guy flirting with someone but nothing happens

Masterpost

Toby made faces in the mirror as he adjusted his plastic fangs. They were slightly uncomfortable, but they were very necessary to pull off his vampire costume. After he deemed them perfect, he turned away from the mirror and yelled in the direction of the bathroom.

"Hey, Em, you nearly ready? We need to leave in a few mi-" He stopped mid-sentence when his boyfriend, Emile, entered the room, looking incredibly cute in his flowy white fake-bloodstained dress.

"I... uh..." Toby stammered, eyes wide as he looked Emile up and down.

Emile smiled nervously, fiddling with the long loose sleeves of his dress. "Do I look okay? I’m not very good at makeup, and I wasn’t sure if the dress suited me, and-"

"You look perfect." Toby said, in awe of how amazing his boyfriend looked.

Emile blushed. "Really?" He said softly.

Toby nodded, stepping closer to Emile and putting his hands on Emile’s waist as he started peppering kisses all of the shorter man’s face.

"You look amazing." He said between kisses. "Everyone else is gonna be so jealous ‘cos my date will be the most gorgeous one at the party."

Toby nuzzled Emile’s neck, his nose pressing against the fake bite mark that was painted there in red.

Emile yelped in surprise, before laughing. "Ack, Toby! I’m ticklish!"

Toby began to press soft kisses to Emile’s neck, pulling him closer, his hands still firmly on his Emile’s waist.

He smirked. "I’m the vampire and you’re my victim, shouldn’t I be allowed to bite your neck?"

"No!" Emile whined, holding back even more laughter.

Toby pressed a few more kisses to his neck, before Emile eventually pulled away. He pouted, and Emile giggled.

"We have to go to the party now, you can have more kisses later."

"Aww, can I have one more kiss now? Please?"

"Hmm..." Emile pretended to think about it for a few moments, before finally agreeing. "Okay, one more kiss."

As soon as he said this, Toby pulled Emile into a long soft kiss, their arms wrapped lovingly around each other. When Toby eventually pulled away, he was smirking, and Emile had a bright red blush on his face. Toby leant in for another kiss, but Emile stepped back, and Toby pouted.

"Toby, if I let you kiss me again, we’ll never make it to the party in on time. Now come on, let’s go." Emile said, taking Toby’s hand in his own.

Toby responded by softly kissing the back of Emile’s hand, and they smiled at each other, before leaving their apartment and heading over to Remy and Pan’s place, where the party was being held.

***

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the party, and when they did, they were immediately greeted by Remy, dressed as a demon, but still wearing his sunglasses.

"Em, Toby, what’s up?"

"Remy, hi! Sorry we’re late, there was, uh... traffic." Emile lied and Toby smiled sheepishly.

Remy just rolled his eyes, knowing full well they walked to his house on foot. "Sure. Anyway, nice costumes."

"You too!" Emile smiled.

"So, where’s Pan?" Toby asked.

Remy glanced around the room, but it was packed with various people in various costumes, and he couldn’t see Pan anywhere.

He shrugged. "No clue. He’s kinda short, get’s lost easily."

As he said this, Pan emerged from the crowd, also dressed as a demon, his costume almost identical to Remy’s.

"I’m actually gonna kill you." He growled.

"There you are, Babe! I was looking for you." Remy exclaimed, and Pan glared at him.

"Sure you were." Pan said sarcastically.

Remy grinned, throwing his arm around Pan and pulling him closer.

"Well, thanks for inviting us!" Emile smiled, before turning to Toby. "I’m thirsty, can we go grab something to drink?"

Toby nodded, and Emile grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen.

There was a moment of silence, before Remy spoke up again.

"So, wanna make out?"

Pan shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

When Toby and Emile reached the kitchen, they both grabbed a can of soda, neither of them really liking alcohol.

"Ooh, there’s so much candy here!" Emile exclaimed excitedly, eyeing the multiple sweet treats on the nearby table.

Toby chuckled, putting his hand on Emile’s shoulder.

"Try not to eat too much, you don’t wanna throw up again, do you?"

Emile pouted. "That was one time!"

Toby raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, it happened seven times, but, still! I won’t eat too much this time." Emile admitted reluctantly, and Toby just laughed.

The couple spent most of their time at the party around that area, near where the candy was. They saw and spoke to many of their friends, like Janus (who was dressed like a dragon), Nate (who was dressed like a sexy cop) and Matt (who was dressed like Mario). The three of them had been in a relationship for almost as long as Toby and Emile had, and were some of their closest friends.

Soon after they finished their conversations with the three of them, Roman approached Toby, dressed like a prince, and challenged him to an apple bobbing contest. To Roman’s horror, and Roman’s boyfriends’ amusement, Toby beat him very easily. Toby and Roman spent the next few minutes talking about various Halloween movies, whilst Emile talked to Virgil (a ghost), Logan (a zombie) and Patton (a fairy).

Before and after these conversations, both Toby and Emile ate a lot of candy, possibly too much, in the small moments they had alone together.

During one of these moments, Toby said, "I have to go ask Remy something, I’ll be back in a minute, kay?"

Emile nodded, picking up a marshmallow. "Okay."

Toby gave Emile a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving to find Remy, who was probably off in the corner somewhere, making out with Pan.

Emile stood alone for a couple minutes, eating a few marshmallows and thinking about some of the clients he’d had in the days before. All of a sudden, he was approached by a guy he didn’t know, dressed in a cheap vampire costume.

"Hey there, Sweetheart, what are you supposed to be?"

"Uh... a vampire’s bite victim." Emile said uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other.

The man smirked, leaning forward. "Well, I bet you’ve been waiting for a vampire to come along and bite you, hmm? I-"

Toby appeared behind him. "He’s already got one, thanks."

The guy span around, his eyes wide. "Oh, uh... sorry, man. I didn’t know."

He backed away from Emile, before quickly scurrying off in the other direction. Toby glared at him until he was gone, before turning to Emile, his look softening into one of concern.

"Are you okay?" He said softly, walking up to Emile and lightly touching his face.

Emile put his hand on Toby’s smiling slightly. "I’m fine. Thanks for getting rid of that guy, he was creepy."

"No problem." Toby said, before leaning closer to Emile and pulling him into a long soft kiss.

Emile stood up taller on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Toby’s neck, tasting the sugar on his lips from all the candy they’d eaten. When Toby eventually pulled away, Emile whined softly, pouting.

Toby just chuckled, stepping back and taking Emile’s hand. "Why don’t we go home now? I’m getting kinda bored of this party."

Emile blinked in surprise. "But it’s not even that late, we haven’t been here that long..."

"We could snuggle and watch movies, I know you love The Nightmare Before Christmas as much as I do." Toby said enticingly, squeezing Emile’s hand.

"That does sound fun, but-"

"And we could tell people you ate so much candy that you feel sick, and that’s why we’re going home so early, so we don’t seem rude."

Emile sighed. "And they’d believe that ‘cos it’s happened seven times already."

"Yup." Toby said, kissing Emile’s forehead.

When he leant back again, Emile smiled, squeezing his hand.

"Okay, let’s go."

***

About an hour later, they were at home, both having changed out of their costumes as soon as they had arrived, and into their pyjamas.

Emile was in the kitchen, microwaving popcorn, when Toby came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Emile’s waist and putting his chin on his head.

"So, what are we watching first?" Toby asked, as Emile leant back against his chest.

"The Nightmare Before Christmas, of course, it’s the best Halloween movie ever made."

"Of course, what was I thinking?" Toby joked, just as the microwave beeped, signalling that the popcorn was done.

Emile opened it and took out the popcorn, placing it in a bowl on the counter and turning around to face Toby.

"Could you grab the marshmallows? I wanna make us hot chocolate, too, but I can’t reach them."

Toby hummed, pretending to think about it. "And what do I get if I do?" He teased, smirking slightly.

Emile rolled his eyes. "Hot chocolate."

"And what else?" Toby’s smirk turned into more of a teasing grin.

Emile stood up on his tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Toby’s lips, before stepping back.

"There, now can you grab them?"

Toby smiled, stepping back and opening the highest cupboard, pulling out an unopened bag of pink and white marshmallows, and handing them to Emile.

Emile kissed his cheek gratefully, before turning around and beginning to make the hot chocolate. Toby pulled himself up onto the counter opposite him and sat cross-legged to watch him.

After a few minutes, Toby spoke up again. "So, what are we gonna watch after The Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Hmm... maybe one of those scary movies you like so much." Emile said.

Toby blinked a few times in surprise. "But I thought you didn’t like horror films?"

Emile finished the hot chocolates and turned to face Toby, shrugging. "I don’t, but you do."

Emile stepped over to him and put his hand on Toby’s.

"Plus, I know that if I get scared, you’ll be there to protect me." He said, smiling.

Toby blinked a few times, looking at Emile in awe, before leaning down to Emile and kissing him. When they finally broke apart, they remained close, foreheads touching.

"I love you." Toby whispered softly.

"I love you too."