AU-gust 2023
11. Doppelganger
Pairing(s): Erik/Other, implied past Erik/Shaw
Warnings: Shaw's existence
He’s been in New York before, in this particular club, chasing a lead on Shaw that had turned out to be an unfortunate dead end. With no way to vent his anger and frustration – at least one that didn’t involve destroying public property – he’d let a man pick him up and take him to the bathroom, and fuck him in one of the stalls.
It had made things marginally better, even if the sex was less than satisfactory and over too soon.
Tonight, he’s feeling the same need, an itch under his skin that demands Erik’s attention. It’s also a little different from the last time, since he’s just killed a man; a guard from the camp he’d stumbled over while chasing a new lead. He put up just enough of a fight to get Erik’s adrenaline pumping, and he knows he won’t be able to sleep if he doesn’t burn away the edges.
He takes a sip of his beer, and casts his eyes across the room.
Instinctively, he’s drawn to a man seated at a booth, far enough away that Erik can’t really make out his features. At first glance, there’s nothing particularly remarkable about this stranger – not his medium build and brown hair and well-made suit – except there’s a familiarity to his profile that puts Erik on high alert.
Then the man turns and Erik jumps to his feet, closing the distance in seconds and using his power to take a hold of all the metal within reach---
Except that the man he was so sure was Shaw looks up in surprise, without a hint of recognition, radiating confusion as Erik looms menacingly overhead. Up close, he can see that the stranger’s eyes are brown and not blue, and that the shape of his nose is slightly different from Shaw’s. The resemblance is close enough that he could be a forgotten twin; enough that Erik has to forcibly rein in his impulse to drive a knife through his chest.
Instead, he mumbles a clumsy apology and returns to his seat at the bar.
The encounter throws his emotions completely off kilter, and he switches from beer to scotch, downing one and then another in rapid succession. He can’t think of anything now but Sebastian Shaw, everything else subsumed by the rage roiling in his blood. It feels like a failure somehow, like he missed his chance, even if he knows rationally that this stranger is not Herr Doktor. He knows that, and yet the frustration only builds, until he’s drowning in alcohol and rage and slowly losing his mind…
Outside, he stops and takes a breath of fresh air, grounding himself with a hand on the metal lamp post.
“Are you alright?”
He turns and comes face to face with the stranger, who sounds absolutely nothing like Shaw. There’s a midwestern accent there and he’s wearing a concerned look on his face, and Erik would laugh if he hadn’t almost killed this man over a mistaken identity.
“I’m fine.”
“Good.” The man hesitates, before stepping closer to Erik and grasping his wrist. Maybe Erik is still in shock – or he’s too drunk – because he doesn’t pull away, staring dumbly as the stranger smiles at him and says, “Do you…maybe want to come back to my hotel with me for a drink?”
He doesn’t understand what’s being said until it suddenly does become clear, and Erik’s heart starts beating so quickly it feels like it’s going to burst from his chest---
“I…Yes.”
The stranger smiles and offers his hand to shake. “I’m Samuel.”
“Samuel,” Erik says, his mind racing over the possibilities of what he might do – how it might feel to be the one in control - with a man wearing Shaw’s face. “Lead the way.”
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Ophelia, mortal sense of illusion
You've scattered your lilies around places where I've prayed
So I shall fall into sleep, and shall fall out of it, and then drop myself into love again
Shall drown down into venomous dome once back then. My soul shall split into you,
And so - it, me and you, - shall fault then once more.
So, now, give it back, my will give away
Begged be, be adjured: Give spirit his way back to me,
So pray then I will, round and again.
My ribs are but my mortal tethers, that do gasp and hone adore and love towards most graciously formed, toned ode - that is a @mindimoon's one!<ззз
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Resurrection of Magneto - Issue 2
For all Cherik lovers:
If you haven't been following / don't follow the comics - Magneto has been dead since 2022 after his battle with Uranos in AXE: Judgement Day and has stayed dead because he asked not to be resurrected (yes resurrections were/are a thing in the Krakoan era for mutants). The new mini RoM is about Storm going on a journey to... purgatory somewhere?... to bring Magneto back to the land of the living because she heard his 'call'/dreamt he was in pain and regretted his choice. When she finds him though, he is very determinedly NOT interested in coming back, wanting to atone for his sins and because he's just so TIRED y'all. But then:
Then Storm is like 'Bestie let me catch you up it's been a NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY for mutants':
As you can see, Mags is PISSED because he specifically told Storm with his dying breath he was worried about Charles being left alone and what he might do if pushed to his limits and that he needed (her) support...
It's a little hilarious that Mags is more upset with Storm for botching things ('YOU HAD ONE JOB, ORORO') than with Charles' (questionable? depends who you ask) decision-making and starts flinging metal name plates of his victims at her (i.e. people he's killed or were killed because of him and yes he's been tormenting himself, surrounded by walls and walls and walls of their names).
Then we get THIS panel of Erik remembering how he cradled his 'friend' in his arms and lamenting how Charles was the only one who saw that ERIK/MAX/MAGNUS/MAGNETO mattered too, and that HE (and not just his victims) also suffered from his actions....'WHAT DID I DO, CHARLES?'
'SO I CHOSE DEATH OVER THE DREAM I BUILT WITH MY FRIEND' - HE'S SO SORRY HE ABANDONED YOU, CHHHHHHARRRRRRLLLLLEESSSSS!!!!
But then Storm says 'but look at all the lives you've saved, that's important too. You need to come back and help us SAVE mutant kind and HE says:
BABE, WAIT FOR ME I'M COMING HOME!!!
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meryl and her babygirls🫶
[ID: two Trigun comics, separated by a dashed line. They're both done in uncolored lineart.
In the first one, Meryl is wearing a sports bra with a low cut sleeveless hoodie and Wolfwood's sunglasses. She holds a basketball in one hand and points at Vash and Wolfwood with the other. She calls out, "This one's for my babygirls!" Vash and Wolfwood, who are sitting on the bleachers, look back at her. Wolfwood quietly says "b-babygirl?!" and Vash laughs fondly. Then Meryl is shown next to a basketball hoop, sitting on Milly's shoulders and throwing the ball into the net. When she makes it in Milly does a thumbs up and says, "nice!" There's a bubble showing the bleachers where Vash is clapping and Wolfwood is lighting a cigarette.
The second comic is just Meryl and Wolfwood. He approaches her as she's drinking some water and says, "Hey shortie. If you're done with them, mind givin' 'em back?" Meryl lowers his sunglasses on her face in order to smugly grin at him over the top of the shades. She says, "Oh! These? But don't they make me look pretty cool, lover boy?" Wolfwood looks at her for a second, frowning, confused, and flustered, before snatching them from her and yelling, "Pretty dumb, that's what you are!" Meryl laughs loudly at his heavily blushing face. /end ID]
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