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phantomonabudget · 8 days

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We need to talk, Pham. Stop shaming Christine Daaé.

I have seen this behavior consistently for the 30+ years I have been a Phan. What's worse is that I see A LOT of it from grown women. I see posts calling her foolish for leaving Erik. Slut shaming her or calling her a gold digger. Calling her stupid, weak, or unworthy because a "real woman" (presumably the women posting these absurd notions 🙄) would have loved him better and been worthy of his awesome talent and capacity for love. 😳🤮

It's disturbing, disheartening, and disgusting. And it needs to stop.

First off, none of these characters are real, so perhaps let's take things a little less seriously in general. It's a fictional story. I get it: we all love it, and probably love the Phantom's character. That's fine....I've made a 20+ year career dressing as the dude, for crying out loud. 🤣 Maybe we all identify with Erik/The Phantom to some degree. Regardless of the version of the story, if the actors or authors do their job well, we *should* feel pity and compassion for him. But feeling compassion and completely ignoring the character's dangerous and abusive behavior are two very different things. It has the potential for some severe consequences in the real world.

By shaming Christine for leaving Erik at the end, you are potentially telling young people that staying in abusive relationships is the right thing. You make them think that if their significant other is talented, misunderstood, been abused themselves etc, then they should stay and love them into a healthy relationship. That if they just love their abusive SO harder, sacrifice themselves a little more or for a little longer, or keep putting that person's needs above their own, that the relationship will suddenly become this wonderful, euphoric experience. It won't. As a survivor of longtime abusive myself, I can tell you from experience: it doesn't happen that way.

Celebrate healthy relationships and enforcing healthy boundaries. Stop shaming Christine for fighting for and winning her life and saving the man she loves.

And please stop calling this a romance. It's the antithesis of romance.

I am sick of members of this Phandom completely ignoring Erik/The Phantom's behavior to justify their blind adoration. Erik is an abusive and dangerous character, and extremely toxic. He lies to and manipulates Christine using her trauma from her deceased father. He kidnaps her, multiple times. Threatens her and her colleagues. He extorts hundreds of thousands from the business managers. He endangers dozens of people with the chandelier crash, and effectively holds hundreds hostage for months or years at a time with his reign of terror at the Opera.

Then there are the murders. Several of them. Probably been at that for awhile so we can assume it's far more than the two we see in the show. We don't know his actual body count, but we do know he's adept and comfortable taking human life.

And yet, I see some mature phans out here completely ignoring all those things and still shaming Christine for leaving him. Why? Because he's "sexy" (author's note: PLEASE go re-read Leroux. Please). And he's talented. And has so much love to give. And is misunderstood. And society was terrible to him...so it's all fine. 😳🤮 She should have just stayed and loved him like he deserves to be loved. 🙄

Recently I saw a post shaming Christine and the justification was that Raoul was so much worse. He isn't. Is he a perfect character? No, not at all. Does he make mistakes and try to use Christine? In some versions, yes. Does he run around extorting, manipulating, threatening, and killing others? Also no.

Pleasw don't ever use LND!Raoul's character assassination as some kind of justification, because he's still the most sane, normal human being in that show, and Erik is still 1,000 times worse than Raoul in LND. Also, using LND as justification for anything makes for a very weak and uninformed argument.

"Hurt people hurt people." Ever heard that phrase? Abused people sometimes abuse others, especially if they haven't done the work to heal themselves. Their previous abuse does NOT entitle them to abuse others. That is always a deliberate choice and those choices have consequences. The dangerous, disgusting rhetoric I see in the Phantom community basically excuses toxic behavior because Erik was previously abused and nothing is his fault. That is simply not true. Those that abused me were previously abused. Didn't make my abuse hurt any less. And I made the choice to do the work so that the abuse stopped with me. Previous trauma is a reason for the behavior, but it is NEVER, ever an excuse.

And don't let the fact the dude can sing or that he's a snappy dresser blind you to his toxicity.

We can all enjoy the Phantom character's complexity and love him, while still acknowledging his flaws and holding him accountable for his deeply inappropriate choices.

We talk a lot more these days about trauma, toxicity, and self care. And yet, as a community, we still shame the character of Christine Daaé for doing the healthy, correct thing. The ONLY thing. And in doing so, we set a disturbing precedent for our young or vulnerable Phans who now might think that staying in toxic relationships in the real world is okay.

Please do better, Phandom.

#phantom of the opera #poto #christine daae #raoul de chagny #the phantom #erik #gaston leroux #andrew lloyd webber #the phantom of the opera #toxicity #phandom #phantom phans #fandom

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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erik destler with a reader that likes to write really romantic poems for him? she's not good with words but when she writes it's super heart felt so she gives those to him rather than saying it, because she doesn't know how to speak her love for him out loud

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~𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 w/a Darling That Writes Him Poems~

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OH MY GOSH 😭 I'VE BEEN WAITING AND WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST WITH OUR BEAUTIFUL OPERA GHOST THANK YOU

~Enjoy~

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𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

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~Oh. It is a shame- despite your sweet letters, he wishes to hear those words from your delectable lips.

~But he cherishes every single letter, and pins them all to a special wall in his lair. Reads them all constantly and just stands there for so long reading them, again and again and again.

~Sometimes he even wishes you'd read them out loud to him so he can hear you say the words from your heart.

~But if you're too shy to do it, he understands.

~kind of

~He might ask you during a make-out session or something if you love him.

~Then he asks how much you love him, trying to coax you into telling him like you do in your poems.

~When his temper is rising for whatever reason, he may snap at you and claim that you don't even love him, he's never heard you go on about him in your voice like you do in your written words.

~It's just very hard for him to read your words on paper but never hear them in your own voice.

~When he's getting a bit too emotional and lonely, he'll hold one of the poems you wrote to his lips or chest to feel close to you, and he gets frustrated when his eyes are blurry from tears so he can't read the things you wrote to make him feel better.

~Even though you struggle with telling him out loud, he adores every poem and every letter- especially if you kiss the letter beside your signature and leave a lipstick mark. He'll kiss the mark you left.

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HSIFKRHFJD I LOVE HIM STOP 😭

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gulnarsultan · 2 months

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Can I request oneshot: Dark younger Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto(x men movie) x fem s/o whose mutation is that her power is giving people bad luck and because of this power she always isolates herself because she doesn't want to hurt anyone. she was found by Erik whom he fell madly in love with her, and he doesn't care about her power and tells her to embrace it and so with huge reluctance she did; personality wise she is gentle and soft spoken and when he reveals his dark love for her instead of being afraid and running away, she is compliant (This takes place the after First Class when Erik left the X men to recruit mutants to join him that's when he first met fem s/o and noticed her power he gave her the codename misfortune since then she's with him all the way to Dark Phoenix)

Hello. Thank you for this beautiful scenario. Honestly, I especially like writing Erik as a dark or yandere. I hope you like it.

◇ Sweet misfortune ◇

After leaving the X-Men, Erik began recruiting mutants to his side. He found several mutants with different abilities. Then he was walking through a neighborhood and saw your reader. He felt as if his heart had stopped for a moment and he couldn't breathe. The reader enters her house a few minutes later. Erik spends weeks gathering information about the reader. No matter what, Erik was determined to hook reader. He meets the reader by pretending it's a coincidence. The courtship process, which lasts a few weeks, quickly progresses to the lover stage. The reader is anxious and insecure about her mutation. However, Erik is very helpful to the reader regarding her mutation. Erik's obsessive love soon comes to light. Unlike Erik's anxiety and fear, the reader did not fear, did not try to escape, or did not fight. Erik is very grateful for this situation. Once you both start a relationship, breaking up is out of the question. From now on, you will be together until your last breath. Erik is protective, possessive and jealous towards you. The reader and Erik have a happy family. Erik is determined not to lose his family again.

#erik lensherr imagine #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr #yandere erik lehnsherr #yandere erik lehnsherr x reader #yandere x men #yandere marvel #dark erik lehnsherr #yandere magneto #yandere magneto x reader #dark magneto #yandere male

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 months

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William thoughts hehe

I listened to it in art class today and accidentally started drawing his crown icon in the corner.

Anyways

His accent (even when redone by Erik) still itches my brain.

But, the fact he split up the explanations was pretty smart. He recognizes that Sam and Vincent are different. Sam is more comfortable with himself, holding less doubt about the person that he is than Vincent is. Vincent has had so much character development. So has Sam of course, but not from the same 180 personality shift Vincent has.

Vincent used to be our flirty-shoes-on-bed vampire. Now he's a dork who has a thing for crowns (COUGH COUGH). So William realized that Vincent would have more questions than Sam did and wanted to have a space for Vincent to ask all those questions. As for whether or not I think Vincent will leave...

No. I don't think he will. I do think he'll try to push more diplomatic solutions to the issues that rise up. Maybe, since Porter has been labeled as the hitman for the clan, Vincent will take charge over diplomacy. He certainly knows how to handle people if given some time to prepare. I could see Vincent and Lovely being the first resort, and if that doesn't work, Porter (and prolly Alexis) get involved. We know imperium Alexis isn't above bloodshed, so some of that has to transfer over to Canon. This way, Vincent can live knowing that they tried peaceful resolutions first. And, like a lot of other people are saying, he's too closely tied. Lovely and Vincent's whole sense of community lives within the clan. The Shaw pack are friends, but the clan is their family. If they stopped being Solaires, they would kind of be loners. No matter what William says about always being welcome.

But Sam.

Sam is absolutely leaving. He asked the questions he needed, and got the answers that came with them. He's already closer with the pack, having game nights and vacations and celebrations with them. David has told him he's family (I'm pretty sure). He even has some inside jokes now. Something I'm not sure he has with his clan. He'll definitely stay friends with Vincent, and always be grateful to William for distancing Alexis from him.

But being part of the clan seems to be painful for him. He doesn't enjoy any of the clan gatherings (Vincent takes some enjoyment from them, since he was looking forward to spending the summit with Lovely. Sam was not excited to go, even with Darlin and some of the Shaw pack coming) and is only close to Vincent and William. Plus his "That's all I need to know" totally sounded like a "Farewell then". He knew there was an option to leave, and with another sense of community waiting for him, he's going to take it.

Plus, he never took the Solaire name. I'm sure William offered it, but he didn't take it. Vincent did.

I am curious about how David is going to react to this. William invited his pack to a gathering where he had a double assassination carried out. And there's some tension between the older vampires and werewolves, so no matter how small of a chance there was, David's pack could have been blamed simply because of outdated prejudice.

Even if that didn't happen, it's not like David wants Angel anywhere near something dangerous. Like a potential vampire fight breaking out. We know how seriously David takes protecting his pack. I wanna see the conversation David has with William for putting his pack in a position to be involved indirectly with what happened.

#messy rambles #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted william #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted angel

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marksbear · 1 year

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hello hello ! first request here :)

fandom : black panther / black panther : wakanda forever [ marvel ]

character : erik killmonger

plot : as a child, killmonger had one person that he trusted the most, besides his father - m/n l/n. despite his secretive nature, both boys enjoyed playing basketball together, and going to killmonger's apartment - as y/n was one of the only kids that his father seemed to trust to let into their home. on the night of his father's death, killmonger cries into the arms of y/n, who holds him silently, and it seemed it was just them against the world. until y/n disappeared immediately after, aiding killmonger's descent into madness and revenge. timeskip to his time in wakanda, more or less ruling it after the 'death' of t'challa, he strolls the streets until he sees a familiar face and chases them into alleyways. y/n, alive and well, staring at killmonger with a sorrowful expression. killmonger is betrayed, realizing that all along his childhood friend was from wakanda, and that may have been the only reason his father allowed him to come into the house - as he knew the boy would say nothing, maybe he was even a part of their schemes. the reunion is all shouting and close up threats, until they're both overcome with emotions and they just screw in the alleyway.

basically [ childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers ]

i apologize for the long request, i enjoy your work and sort of rambled the idea i had in my head. thank you in advance, i hope it doesn't cause much trouble, and it's alright if you are unable to fulfil it.

if it isn't much, i'd like to be the 🍀 anon, or maybe🪴if that one's already taken. thank you again <3

Hi hello! Hope you're doing well my friend! And of course you can be🍀 anon! You'll be my good luck charm!

ERIK KILLMONGER X MALE READER

Erik stands outside the gate looking at the boys playing basketball watching them from afar.

The boys seemed like they all knew each other leaving Erik to be the odd one out. Erik turns his attention to a young boy sitting on the trunk of someone's car holding a basketball in his lap. Erik stares at him wondering “Why isn’t he playing with anyone.” Erik is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the boy walking to him.

The boy climbs on the gate and drops down to Erik. Erik still doesn’t notice the boy until the boy lightly shoves his arm. “Wh-what oh.” Erik looks at the boy. Y/n pushes the ball into Erik’s arms with a smirk on his face. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” “Erik…” “Well Erik lets 1v1! First to eleven wins”

Y/n holds onto Erik’s arm moving the damaged gate out of the way holding it open for Erik.

The boys begin to play multiple rounds of basketball. Round after round the two never seem to get tired of each other. Some strangers/ other kids come and go as they play for hours. The two taught each other different moves and tricks. They play for hours until they begin to feel tired.

Y/n shoots the winning shot with a smirk on his face looking at Erik. “I win again!” Y/n brags earning a playful shove from Erik. The two begin wrestling each other trying to prove their dominance to see who is the real winner. Erik takes Y/n to the ground, pinning him to the floor. “Now I’m the real winner.”

Erik teases earning Y/n to play dirty. By tickling Erik. “Y/n! S-stop AhaHA! Stopp!” Erik laughs out falling down on the floor with his friend. Y/n stops with a few laughs escaping his own lips.

The two lay on the ground side by side talking about whatever comes to mind. “You're pretty good at basketball.” Erik says, looking to his side staring at Y/n.

“You too. Erik maybe a bit worse, but still good.” Y/n jokes earning Erik rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, maybe we can go pro together? Y’know like to join the NBA.” Erik says imaging the two of them playing side by side in a real game. Y/n’s face seemed confused like he didn’t know what the NBA was, but to please his new friend Y/n agreed by shaking his head yes. “Y-yeah we’ll be unstoppable.” Y/n adds slightly praying that he got it right.

“It’s getting dark. How about I walk you home?” Y/n suggests getting off the ground and picks up his ball looking down at Erik. Y/n holds out his hand waiting for Erik to take it. Erik takes it and gets off the ground with Y/n’s help.

Y/n and Erik walk to Erik’s house hand in hand “keeping the other safe.”

After they reach the apartment and everything Y/n lets go of Erik’s hand and smiles at him. Erik looks sad from having to leave his friend. “When do I see you again?” Erik asks, watching Y/n think. “Anytime and everywhere. I promise.”

The answer confused Erik and before he could ask again the front door opened revealing Erik’s father looking at the two boys. Erik’s dad stared at Y/n wide eyed like if he knew Y/n’s secret. “Erik, who is the boy?”

“He’s Y/n! My new friend!” Erik dad gave Y/n one more glance before opening the door. “Well get in. You to Y/n. It's too late for you to go back home.” Both boys go inside and go straight to Erik’s room.

Erik gave Y/n extra sleeping clothes and both got ready to go asleep. The boys get into the bed laying next to each other side by side. They talk about anything that comes into their mind.

“Y/n? Are you still awake?” “Yeah. What's up?” “Wanna explore the neighborhood tomorrow?” “Sure. We can. We can go everywhere together, you just have to say the word.” “Friends for life?” Erik says, holding out his pinky. “Friends forever.” Y/n holds out his own pinky wrapping it around Erik promising.

After that night the boys became inseparable. They hung out every single minute of the day. They were together forever. They knew everything about each other, the bad things, the good things, and even things the person didn’t know about themselves.

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Erik were doing pickup with some other boys about to play basketball until something big and weird happened. Some ship or something was in the sky flying past them in the air. Erik runs to his house with Y/n chasing after him.

Y/n recognized what was in the sky. I mean c'mon he grew up seeing them everywhere. Y/n prayed that they weren't coming for him.

Once the boys reach the apartment door Y/n goes in front of Erik trying to shield him from the horrors he already knew what was going to come. Y/n opens the door hearing a gasp from behind him. Erik pushes past Y/n running to his dad’s body.

Erik cradles his father's dead body silently crying as Y/n watches him before walking to him and hugs Erik tightly. Erik cries even harder holding his dear friend for dear life. Y/n lays his head on top of Erik trying to comfort him the best he can. Erik's thoughts run wild; the only thing he can think about is revenge and Y/n. Erik’s body slowly feels limp from crying. Erik's eyes slowly close from exhaustion. He didn’t when he started to become tired. Erik’s become choked sobs as Y/n comfort him without saying anything.

Erik's body became limp, passing out from exhaustion and sadness. Y/n uses all his kid strength to drag Erik into his bedroom before leaving him on his bed. Y/n takes off his necklace and ring to give Erik something to remember him by. Y/n takes off his jacket and lay’s it onto Erik. Tears fall from Y/n’s eyes before he leaves the apartment.

To never be seen again…

When Erik woke up he was scared, lonely and revengeful; only Y/n’s jacket brought him comfort. Erik looked around the neighborhood for hours for his friend. By hour by hour Erik began to lose up. So defeated he goes back home and goes into his room. He almost went straight to his bed, but something shiny caught his eye. Erik goes to the dresser and picks up the rings and cries even harder while clutching Y/n's jacket close to him.

TIMESKIP

King Kilmonger walks around Wakanda making sure everything is perfect. He’s been ruling it since the death of T'challa taking the princess' place to rule. Erik seems alright from the outside. He was a strong, cocky, a bit evil man, but still had somewhat of a heart.

What most don't know, Erik sometimes cries himself to sleep as memories of his childhood friend run through his mind. Erik hated him deeply, but he couldn’t deny that he loved and missed the man dearly. The feeling of betrayal goes through his body every single day.

Erik strolls around the street stretching his legs and clearing his mind before having to sit through another long and boring meeting.

People greet their king as he passes by him. Many offer gifts and others just starting conversation.

Everything was going fine until Erik heard a familiar name being called.

"Y/n! Come help me lift this." Some older fellow shouted looking at the younger man for assistance. "Alright." A voice rings out automatically catching Erik's ears. "Y/n..." Erik mumbles out watching the male lift up some crates for the old man. "Thank you Y/n. Such a fine young man you are." The older man praises patting Y/n on his back for the good work.

Y/n smiles at the older man before turning back to the street going to head back home.

Erik and Y/n lock eyes both of them stand like deer in head lights in the middle of the street.

Y/n runs for it catching Erik a bit off guard, but chases after him as fast as possible.

They run past corners and turns with Y/n trying to throw off the king to the best of his ability. From any point of view they'll probably think Y/n was a thief or worse from how their king is chasing him down. Y/n tries to lose Erik in the crowd, but nothing can stop the king.

But finally their game of chase is cut short. Y/n goes straight into an alleyway leading into a dead end. By the time Y/n realized it was too late Erik ran into the alleyway after Y/n.

"Y/n. It is really you." Erik breathes out staring Y/n. "You're alive." Erik also says in disbelief. Y/n lets out a sigh and nods his head yes. "Why..." Erik trails off before anger begins to overcome him.

"Why! Why would you leave me!" Erik screams feeling his whole body burn with rage. "How could you do that to me!?! When I needed you most. You were my best friend! And I needed you!" Erik adds watching Y/n's sorrowful expression begin to change.

"Bestfriends? Really Erik? We were nothing close to best friends. Erik you never gave a damn about me unless we were hanging out at your place or playing basketball! You didn't even make an effort to know where I live or anything about me!" Y/n shouts walking closer to Erik showing him that he isn't scared.

"I trusted you with my life Y/n. Me and my father did!" Erik shouts back while registering that Y/n was the only person allowed in the house.

"You're from wakanda. And you knew didn't you? You knew what was in the sky that night. You knew that they were gonna kill my father! And I bet you were a part of it." Erik blames walking closer as well.

"Erik... Don't start saying things like that." Y/n says as flashbacks going through his mind from all the times he was with Erik and his father.

"Why Y/n! Why did you leave me? I cried for years and I still do trying to think about when you left me... I-I should honestly punish you for that. You made me go into madness. We both knew that I couldn't life without you. You were the only one besides my father, I loved and trusted."

When Y/n heard those words fall from Erik's mouth he almost cracked. Y/n moves both his hands on both sides of Erik's cheeks pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Erik was surprised and pulled away fast looking at Y/n wide eyed. Y/n stares back at him feeling that he did the worst thing ever, but those feelings are quickly washed away by Erik kissing him.

The two hold and kiss each other. Holding each other tightly like the other would disappear. Y/n is quick to move Erik on the wall as the kiss gets more and more heated. Their bodies move against each other finally getting the satisfaction the both of them longed for.

Erik and Y/n fumble around with their clothes trying to take them off as quickly as they can.

Finally Y/n pulls away gasping for air a bit as he takes off his own clothes never breaking eye contact with Erik. Erik watches Y/n undress watching him with pure love in his eyes. The king begins to take off his own clothes.

Y/n pins Erik on the wall kissing and biting his now exposed skin. "I want you inside me Y/n." Erik says growing impatient not even caring that he isn't well prepped.

Erik moves his hands down to Y/n's hard cock giving it a few slow strokes while staring Y/n in his eyes. Erik pulls his hand away before spitting on it and goes back to jerking off Y/n.

Erik's hand movements are fast and rough trying to make Y/n's cock wet as fast as he can. Y/n bucks his hips into Erik's fist while soft moans escape his lips. "Give it to me Y/n!~" Erik pleads pulling his hand away and turning his body around to his stomach on the wall and bending over.

Y/n puts both hands on either side of Erik's hips holding him still as he slowly moves his tip inside Erik's hole. Y/n begins to slowly thrust in and out inside Erik causing Erik to let out moans and whimpers.

"Fa-faster! ohHh fuck~" Erik moans out moving himself down meeting Y/n half way when he thrust.

Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he picks up his thrust at a fast pace. Y/n's grip on Erik is tighter as he begins to abuse his hole with thrust. Y/n thrust became deeper and rougher. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the hallway as both males don't even care if they're making too much noise.

Erik walls tighten around Y/n once Y/n hits his prostate causing a long moan to fall from his mouth.

Y/n begins to abuse Erik's prostate snapping his hips at a faster pace and hitting his prostate every single time with his thrust. "Again! fu-ck~ hit it again~" Erik begs

Erik hard cock leaks precum and his cock twitching from being near his peak. Y/n thrust doesn't slow down a second keeping up his fast and rough rhythm.

The king holds onto the wall for dear life as Y/n wrecks his hole. "Y/n!~ I'm about to cum! gonna cum!~" Erik moans as his eyes begin to water. Y/n speeds up his thrust even faster than before as he feels his own cock twitch inside Erik. Erik is first to meet his peak. He cums hard onto the floor and wall painting it white as he screams and moans out things that don't even make sense.

Erik's walls clamp on tighter on Y/n's cock eager to get Y/n's load inside him.

After a few more thrust Y/n's cums deep inside Erik painting Erik's inside white and warm causing Erik to scream all sorts of things. Y/n thrust hard and slow a few times fucking him until he's out of his high and drained.

The two breathe heavy and in silence both too tired to say anything and a bit scared to say something. Y/n begins to pull out slowly as he watches his load pour out of Erik. "Don't leave me. Y/n don't go..." Erik says quietly hoping that Y/n didn't hear him.

Y/n turns Erik's body around so he faces him. "I don't live far from here. Lets go to my place and get you cleaned up."

THE END

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x male reader #killmonger x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader #the bear club #🍀 anon

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 10 months

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Heyy! I was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is meeting Erik’s kids for the first time?

Kids are screaming and running wild as soon as you enter the Kids Zone. The speakers play Radio Disney, a song from Encanto. You look around at all the different families with balloons and cake and streamers. There are so many kids running amuck, you get hit and bumped three times trying not to run into or step on someone's kid. When you spot Erik, he's sitting at a multicolored booth near a window across the way drinking from a cartoon cup with a lime green crazy straw. There's played over cheese pizza on the table, crusts with bitemarks on top of the rest of the pie. Crumbs are all over the cushion.

"You look nervous. Don't be nervous," Erik prompts as you brush the crumbs with a paper napkin and slide into the booth facing him.

You smile with no teeth and sit a glittering red dollar tree giftbag on the table. He told you his son liked Spiderman, so you bought him a kid's web blaster cannon to strap to his arm. It seemed like something a Spiderman kid would like. You hoped he would.

"What's this? You ain't have to bring a gift." Erik smirks peaking into the bag. He peaks once more, not getting a good look the first time. "Oh, this is right up his alley."

"It does need Triple A batteries."

"Double A, Triple A... Not a problem. Hey," He leans across the table to lift your chin in a very brief but grounding touch. "It'll be okay. Don't trip, he'll love you."

You take a deep breath.

"And if he doesn't, he'll learn to like I learned to. OOF!" He chuckles, nearly snorting when you kick him under the table. "Relax! Seriously, he will love you. What's not to love?"

You look to the tall, bold, and snaking yellow slide leading into a giant ball pit filled with lime green and yellow balls. Erik's four foot tall mini-me has been everywhere in the children's arena having the time of his life, not looking back once since you've got there. He already has a mother who loves him very much from what you've been told. You wonder where you'll fit in. What will he call you if he speaks to you at all? Will he think you're trying to take his mom's place? These are things you want to talk about with Erik, but it's a hard subject to breech. You sit for another ten minutes or so with Erik, just watching the kid run, jump, trip, and play with other six-year-olds.

When he does run over, he almost doesn't notice you're sitting in his seat. He runs straight to his daddy, talking about the new friend he's met and needing more time to play. You listen, humored as he articulates like he's the daddy and Erik's his son. Erik is just as entertained.

"Fifteen minutes. WOAH," he pulls his son's shirt just before he can escape. The kid is quick. "I want you to meet someone. This is daddy's friend." It's a quick introduction. You smile big and try your best to be kid friendly while he stares, trying to understand where to categorize you.

"Hey, I heard you like Spiderman." It's the only card you have. You point to the red glittering bag and he grabs it, looking inside. He has the toy out in seconds, his mouth going wide. SUCCESS, you cheer in your mind. A smile cracks on his face.

"Say thank you," Erik prompts as the six-year-old is still smiling, leaning against his dad shyly. "Stop acting like you shy. You ain't shy."

"It's cool," you smile, genuinely understanding his standoffish-ness. Some things take time to adapt to and he doesn't know you. You hold your fist out for a pound, hoping it'll be easier than words. "Come on, don't leave me hanging." He hesitates, still staring you down with that smile, but in the last second pounds your fist. "Alright," you cheer watching him look back at Erik for approval. You can see every thought on his little face. He's itching to play. Erik gives him the nod and he takes off in a sprint to get to that slide.

"He is fast," you comment, still surprised at how quick these kids can move. "Do you worry about him getting into trouble because he's so... agile? He's like a baby ninja warrior!" You both look over to see him swinging from monkey bar to monkey bar over the huge ball pit. Erik sighs.

"When they go silent and you can't see 'em? That's when you panic. This? This means he'll sleep good tonight and I won't have to worry, which leads me to my next question... What you got planned tonight?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Little man and I are having taco night at the house. You're welcome to swing by. 7-7:30?"

You smile at the thought. You've never been over to his place on a night where he's had his son. Any time you've gone, it was only the two of you. He never hid his son, but he was very cautious about who he let around and for good reason. It feels like a big deal for him to finally let you into that part of his life.

"I'll be there," you shrug.

"And then when he's asleep which should be sometime around 9...," Erik's brow raises with a meaning that you quickly catch. You nod quickly with a widening smile.

"I'll definitely be there." It's a big something to look forward to. In the meantime, you sit and talk watching the kids run wild, particularly Erik's son. He seems like a very special kid.

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the-words-we-sung · 3 months

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The songs of Young Royals - S2 E1

Here we go for season 2!! More songs so hopefully even more interesting stuff to analyze ^^

Brainfreeze, XVOTO

When I die ... All the voices in my head Tell them how it went and tell them not to miss me much ... Live forever ... Is it God that you see?

The song starts when Wilhelm is in Erik's room, while he burns the picture of his brother and August. It's fitting that the lyrics are partly about death, about telling people not to miss the dead person. Wilhelm misses Erik so much though. This is a good choice for a season that is going to be a lot about grieving. And the "Is it God that you see?" when we get to August sending messages to Wilhelm asking him to forgive him: yeah, will there be a redemption for you?

Aldrig igen, Omar Rudberg (Cherrie & Stormzy)

Being alone, I'm the strongest It's never happening again ... Because I don't wanna feel like this I don't wanna feel like this I don't wanna feel like this Who would wanna feel like this ... It won't happen again

So I discovered during this analysis that it is not a little snippet of a song that Simon created but the cover of an actual Swedish song ^^ He sings it while Marcus is listening in his back. The song reflects completely what Simon is feeling: the break up happened just before the Christmas break, so not that long ago, and he's still feeling so heartbroken. But he doesn't want to keep feeling that way, he doesn't want this painful situation to happen again (seems fateful that it is when Marcus enters the picture: Simon says it there, he will not fall in love and get his heart broken again, so too bad for you Marcus, but you will not get a love story here! Simon will say it himself later on in the season "why can't I fall in love with him?"). The entire song is actually super interesting lyrics-wise because it's about getting over a break up, feeling betrayed by someone who lied, and deciding that you actually deserve better. "Please stop stressing me, I need to breathe... First you wanna leave, now you wanna stay?": it's really about an ex who doesn't know what he wants and keeps changing his mind, changing the rules. Which is what Wilhelm is kinda doing (saying it's not him in the video to the world but then coming to Simon to ask to keep things going, and the the whole beginning of this season where he's gonna try to get Simon's back even though his situation hasn't changed). So yeah these 2 first songs of the season are really fitting to both characters and a very good idea of what the season is gonna be about : angry and grieving Wilhelm vs heartbroken, betrayed (but trying to find his boundaries) Simon

Bang, Cat Clark & Mega

We ain't never stepping down ... I'ma run laps round all you rats

Pretty fitting for Sara finally entering the privileged life of Hillerska. With all these students from rich family who will never "step down", who will keep the status quo, keep looking down on people who are not from their world.

Ripe, Flavia

No need to go to work unless I'm working on your body Hold you up, lay you down, staying up 'til the morning Working hard in the sheets, we could stay here for a week No need to go to work 'less I'm working on your body

A song with very suggestive lyrics, which less very little to the imagination about what the students are gonna get up to at this party ^^' "Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season": can we also talk about Sara getting her initiation and being thrown into this classist privileged Hillerska life while still being an outsider? There lyrics feel like some kind of metaphor for her wanting so badly to be integrated, to feel ready for that. Or to think she's ready for that, while the reality might not be the same.

Love isn't love, Carola

Stranger, you came into my life Touched me with sweet sensation ... And stranger, you cut me like a knife ... It isn't right It isn't real at all It's just illusion A dream that will tumble and fall

The infamous karaoke "date". I like that the first sentences are sung by Marcus, because yes he got immediately interested in Simon after meeting him. But then he passes the mic to Simon who has to sing "cut me like a knife" and, he doesn't know it yet, but Marcus is quite toxic in the end. He is not gonna treat him well at all, not gonna respect him and his boundaries. Their "relationship" is not gonna help him or heal him at all, it's just gonna hurt him. And we cannot ignore the very (NOT) subtle lyrics when Wilhelm watches the Insta story of them singing: "it's not real". Because it's not. It's not a date. It's not love. It's nothing. And yeah, he's gonna be under the "illusion" of them being together and happy, but it's nothing more than that, an illusion. (And special mention to Wilhelm going feral and threatening the whole monarchy because his ex-boyfriend is on a date: Wilhelm baby, I love you so much!)

Seize the power, Yonaka

Woke up this morning I feel so fucking important I look in the mirror I'm different I finally made a decision ... They hurt you and make you feel helpless They're not brave like you They're too scared to do Anything that's different Anything that's new I don't need lessons I do what I want it's refreshing ... Hey there how you've been? I'm the voice in your head And I know you've been aching When you find me let me in I got power in my hands and it's yours for the taking

So this song is for the end credits of the episode but it's an amazing one and so important! We just saw Wilhelm yell at his mother and threaten the Courts because he doesn't want to be Crown Prince, doesn't want the responsibilities, doesn't want to be a puppet to them, doesn't want to sacrifice Simon and their relationship. And the first lyrics feel fitting: he's mad (and the lights in this bedroom are red and twisty: what better image to represent the rage coiling inside of him at this moment?), he "woke up" after being faced with the reality of the consequences of his lying about the sex tape. With the reality that Simon is on a date with someone else. And gosh yeah, these people, your own mother, they hurt you so badly and made you feel helpless. Making you follow their orders with not agency of your own. But you're gonna be so brave, and different, and strong! I love the chorus "I'm the voice in your head" because he's angry and screaming and threatening but nothing is very effective in the end (we'll see that next episode). He doesn't seem to have power yet. But if he listens to the little voice inside, if he takes the time to do that (and he will! Thanks to Boris for helping him doing some introspection and realizing things), he will realize that the power is here, deep inside him. That the strenght to do what's right for him, for Simon, well he has it. He just needs to close his eyes, reach inside and "take it"

The songs of Young Royals - part 1 The songs of Young Royals - part 2 The songs of Young Royals - part 3 The songs of Young Royals - part 4

#Young Royals #Young Royals analysis #Young Royals songs #Young Royals S2E1 #Prince Wilhelm #Simon Eriksson #my analysis #song analysis #and here we go for season 2!!#this first article is quite long #there are a lot of songs #(should I make 2 articles in this case? I don't want it to be too indigest to read ^^)#Seize the power #is one of my favorite discovery thanks to the show #I love love love this song #it feels so full of rage and power #feels very very Wilhelm #I listen to it a lot ^^

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Hi! Got a fic prompt for you :)))

This might sound unusual (and I fully understand if u don't want to do it) but could you do a weight gain/chubby fic with either Charles or Erik? Or even both?

I was thinking of like the kids (be it the kids from the X-Men First Class era or Erik's kids or other characters) wanting to celebrate Christmas at the mansion or having someone dress up as Santa Claus and give out gifts. So either Charles or Erik has to be Santa Claus but neither of them can't/don't want to wear a fake belly. So one of them has to gain weight to look like a realistic Santa Claus while the other one can help them with reaching that goal.

Bonus: they both like/turned on by the weight gain (even if they deny it/don't want to admit it)

Bonus bonus: One of them likes to touch/grope/pinch/poke/etc. the person gaining weight.

Bonus bonus bonus: they decide to keep their new weight afterwards

Bonus bonus bonus bonus: sexy santa outfit for later ;)

Bonus bonus bonus bonus bonus: big man tiddies and bubble butts

Heyy, thanks for the request. I have to tell the truth, I was a little skeptical whether to do it or not at first because it was quite a new thing but it never hurts to try new things. I hope that what I have written fully satisfies you! (And if others want to submit a request, don't be shy!)

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Santa has got it

"Absolutely not!" Erik said looking at the red hat with the white wad in his hands.

“Honey, someone has to do it.” Charles said, sighing and sitting down on the brown leather sofa in his study. He ran a hand over his face and thought of a solution. Damn. He couldn't even be mad at Erik's children, he never could of course but they had created a little problem for both of the adults.

Pietro had come running to them that same morning in what looked like a bright red sweater and pants.

"One of you will be Santa Claus." The eleven year old boy said handing his parents the clothes.

"I'm sorry?" Charles asked placing the cup of tea on the table.

"Lorna watched a cheesy old movie and Santa Claus was in it, now she's convinced that on December 25th he'll come in person to bring the presents. Wanda and I don't care, I mean, I'm practically an adult now." Charles kicked Erik's shin when he saw that the man was about to burst out laughing at the last part of his son's sentence.

"But Lorna cares and will be disappointed if you don't."

“Darling, it's nice that you want to do this for your sister but I think Lorna is old enough now to stop believing in Santa Claus.” Erik said as he ran a hand over his son's head and ruffled his silver hair.

"Ok." Pietro said turning to leave but stopping at the door.

"I hope you are ready to explain to her that the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, the unicorns, the gnomes, the fairies and everything she reads in her storybooks don't exist either."

The two men fell silent.

"Okay, we'll do it." Pietro looked at them and smiled.

“You are good dads.” He said running out the door.

"I won't wear a fake belly. No, I never will." Erik said shaking his head and bringing his husband back to the present.

"Well I won't either." Charles replied, pouring some whiskey into two glasses and handing one to Erik.

"The solution would be to gain a few kilos. Not too many obviously but enough to look soft." Charles laughed and leaned against the table.

"Idea. Chess game and whoever loses has to do it."

"I'll take the chessboard." Erik said, finishing the whiskey in one gulp.

After a long match and a lot of swearing from both sides, Erik emerged victorious.

“Do you want me to go get you something to eat, honey?"

“Oh, fuck you, Erik.” Charles said drinking straight from the bottle to soften the defeat.

There was just over three months left before Christmas and Charles, like the good man of science that he was, found out how to gain weight.

"I'll have to eat pasta and carbs every day. I hope this doesn't ruin the taste of spaghetti." He said as he made a salad for his husband and Erik cooked him some pasta in return.

"Don't worry darling, I'll give you a hand." He said kissing his cheek.

The three months that followed were fairly uneventful. Charles ate his carbohydrates as planned and Erik always helped him not to overdo it or risk feeling sick. The children didn't notice the first month but by the second, Lorna had started to have suspicions.

"Dad why are you bigger?" She asked one day when Charles picked her up.

"Your father needs to be a little more careful about what he eats, don't worry." He said trying to suppress his killer instinct at the sight of Erik laughing.

On December 23rd, Charles weighed himself for the last time and felt proud of himself: in three months he had managed to gain about ten kilograms. He looked in the mirror and looked at his new form. His love handles protruded slightly from the khakis he was wearing. his entire torso was bigger and he pushed a hand against his stomach to feel the fat. He was amazed at the change but not in a bad way. He had always been thin, even as a child he ate little and moved a lot and had always had a fast metabolism so seeing himself like that was a bit of a surprise. His arms also looked bigger as did his thighs and, whether he imagined it or not, he didn't know, his face looked plumper too.

"Hey honey, Wanda asked me to..." Erik entered the room but stopped short at the sight of his husband. Of course he had noticed the change in his lover's body but that particular situation, Charles in only trousers and socks in the center of their large room, sparked something in him.

"You are beautiful." Erik said in a whisper. He approached his husband and began to run his hands over Charles' body. He started from the chest and lightly squeezed the now slightly protruding pectorals and went down to the hips, closing his husband in his grip.

"I like you like this." Erik said kissing him.

"Love, the kids." Charles said trying to escape the hold.

"The kids are across the house with your sister. She'll keep them busy for the next couple of hours." He brought his hands behind Charles' back and moved down to his buttocks, pinching them slightly.

"Pervert." Charles teased, finally pulling away and going to close the door.

“So while the kids are gone, show me how much you like me like this.”

And Erik didn't have to be told twice.

On Christmas night, everyone gathered around the large kitchen table, Lorna almost jumped in the air at the sight of a Santa Claus with a long white beard and splendid blue eyes coming through the door.

"Oh Oh Oh! I heard someone was a good kid this year." Charles almost fell to the floor when Lorna jumped into his arms.

"It went very well." He finally said, still in his red suit and hat when the children had already gone to sleep.

"You've been an amazing Santa, Honey. You have a gift for that." Erik said as he got into his husband's lap. They remained silent as Charles ran his hand over Erik's back and Erik played with his white beard.

“Are you going to… lose weight?” Erik asked as Charles continued to cuddle him.

"You'll still like me if I decide to?" Erik laughed.

"Charles, I'd love you even if you had to stay dressed like this for the rest of the year. It's just that... you look healthier like this." Charles looked at him questioningly.

"I sometimes forget that your mother's love language is making food for the people she loves. Maybe that's why you find me more attractive this way."

"Maybe." He said pulling the other's white beard down and kissing his husband.

"I don't think I want to lose weight, anyway. I'll still try not to overdo it though. Oh and by the way, you have to promise me you won't pinch me in public again though."

Erik looked at him and laughed.

“You like it when I do that.”

"It's not true!" Charles replied embarrassed.

The look Erik gave him made him doubt that too.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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The Avengers: Part Two

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

"Sir, please put down the spear!" Fury shouts.

Loki looks at his scepter and suddenly points it at the spot where You, Fury, and Clint are standing. Clint tackles Fury out of the way while you jump to avoid Loki's fired shot. All agents in the room start firing at Loki with their guns whole he counterattacks with his scepter. He takes out the many knives he always has hidden on him and throws them at a few guards to eliminate the number of people shooting at him. Clint grabs his gun and points it at Loki, but the God grabs his hand to prevent him from shooting. There is something in Clint's eyes that Loki likes which is why he doesn't kill him.

"You have heart."

Loki points the head of his spear at Barton's chest, and his eyes suddenly glow black. Loki must have the power to control people's minds with the staff because Clint puts his gun away since his boss is now Loki. He's going to need more agents on his side if he plans to get out of here alive, so while he is controlling the minds of a few more people, Fury grabs the Tesseract and places it back into its case. You lock eyes with Fury and he motions for you to follow him the hell out of there.

"Please don't. I still need that," Loki comments when he sees you two trying to get away.

"This doesn't have to get any messier," Fury says.

"Of course, it does. I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose," he grins evilly.

"We have no quarrel with your people."

"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."

"You planning to step on us?"

"I come with glad tidings, of a world made free."

"Free from what?" you ask.

"Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart," Loki swiftly turns to Erik and places the sharp end of the spear to his chest to control his mind, much like what he did with Clint, "you will know peace."

"Yeah, you say peace but I kind of think you mean the other thing," Fury glares.

From the vacuum chamber ceiling, the Tesseract's energy cloud rapidly builds into what may be an implosion. A bunch of space energy is crowding above the portal in which Loki came through. If you don't get out of here now, the entire building is going to come crashing down.

"Sir, Director Fury is stalling," Clint informs Loki. "This place is about to blow and drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us."

"Like The Pharaohs of Odin," Fury nods.

"He's right," Erik adds. "The portal is collapsing in on itself. You have maybe two minutes before this goes critical."

"In that case..."

Loki looks at Clint who raises his gun at Fury. He's the one holding the case, after all. You jump in front of Fury just as Clint shoots at him. The bullet goes right through your arm and into Fury's shoulder. Both of you go crumbling to the ground, and the case containing the Tesseract slides several feet away from you. Clint walks over to it and picks it up before handing it to the doctor, and Team Loki leaves the room.

"Are you okay?" you gasp in pain from your wound.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Stop them!"

"Right."

You push yourself to your feet and run in the direction Loki went. Maria is in the parking garage loading some of the cars when Clint, Erik, and Loki arrive. She is suspicious about this whole ordeal but doesn't say anything because maybe it's normal for them to be leaving. She is about to let it go when Fury's voice comes over her radio.

"Barton's turned! He's got the Tesseract!"

Maris jumps behind a pillar just as the shooting starts, but it doesn't last long because Clint is already driving out of the parking garage with Loki sitting in the bed of the truck. You run into the room and see her hiding with her gun out.

"Get in the car! Follow me!"

You take off using your air powers just as Maria gets into a car to follow behind you. You catch up with Loki easily, and your heart breaks at how broken he looks. He looks worse than he did when you last saw him. Where the hell has he been and who has he been with? He looks like he was emotionally and mentally tortured for years before finally breaking free.

That kind of broken can't be hidden, you'd know.

Two more SHIELD agents race to catch up to you and Maria to help with the fight. Loki stands up and shoots one of the cars with his scepter, causing the truck to flip over onto the roof. The second car swerves to avoid it but ends up crashing into the side of the underground tunnel. Loki turns his scepter to you and fires, hitting you square in the chest. You go flying into Maria's windshield that cracks under your weight.

"Whoa!" she gasps and swerves a bit.

"I'm okay!"

You use your air powers on Loki's scepter which makes it fly out of his hands. You shoot out toward the truck and land on the bed of the truck so that you're face-to-face with Loki. You kick him on his knees but he doesn't go down as easily as you thought. He sends a blow to your jaw and grabs your throat tightly. He pulls you close so you can see his pain up close. This isn't the man you know.

"Loki, please remember us," you choke out.

As if you're a ragdoll, he tosses you to the side and into the dirt wall of the tunnel. You gain control of yourself before you can hit it and go flying after him again. Instead of shooting at you or Maria, Loki uses his scepter to destroy the tunnel walls. Clint drives faster to avoid being shut in but Maria isn't as lucky. Like an ocean wave, blinding crumbles of rock fall onto Maria's car that doesn't injure her.

"Maria! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

You help her out of the Jeep as she grabs the radio to communicate with the rest of the facility.

"Director? Director Fury, do you copy?" Phil's voice comes over the radio.

"The Tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?"

"A lot of men still under. I don't know how many survivors."

"Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase."

"Roger that."

"Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war."

"What do we do?" Phil asks.

"The only thing we can do. Hill, is Y/N with you?"

"Right here, Nick," you say when you take the radio from her.

"Can you get outside?"

"Yeah. I'll find you." You hand the radio back to her and back her away from the wreckage. "Get ready to see something cool."

You place your hands out in front of you and let your eyes glow forest green. The rocks begin to move on your command to clear a path so that you and Maria can get out. Thankfully, her truck still runs even though the hood is damaged, so you two take that and leave the tunnel. Nick is by the wreckage of the helicopter he used to escape but he is unharmed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"So far. Remember how I told you I was working on recruiting someone else, and you were on a need-to-know for it?"

"Yeah. You want to tell me who it is?"

"Do you remember a man named Steve Rogers?"

Memories of you and Steve immediately come forth. Memories you tried so hard to push down to avoid facing it. Your past is very haunting and painful, so it's best if you pretend to forget it.

"What the hell are you?"

"I'm really sorry you had to find out this way. I never meant to keep it from you for this long. I didn't know how to tell you, and Bucky told me it's best if you didn't know."

"Bucky knew about all this?"

This is where you come clean and tell Steve everything there is to know about you. He's having a much harder time believing it than Bucky did, but you know he'll come around.

"Steve, I never meant to hurt you. I promise I always had your best interest at heart. I'm still your best friend. I'm still Bucky's girlfriend. This doesn't change because you found out what I am."

There is something bigger at stake here, and if he's going to win this war, he's going to need allies. The past eight years you've known him have been some of the best, and knowing what you are doesn't change those memories. He trusts you, and if you say you're no threat, then he believes you.

"I just wish you would have told me sooner."

"Would you have believed me?"

"Probably not," he chuckles.

The plane crashes into the ice below, cutting off all contact between you two and Peggy. The plane was too fast to hit the water so it hit the ice instead. Both you and Steve are thrown from your places at the front to somewhere else. The back of the plane is ripped off on impact, and you're ejected from the wreckage.

You hit the icy cold waters with a gasp while Steve sinks into the ice below. Everything is so peaceful below the surface of the water. You could be here forever just to escape your life. No one would ever know where you are.

No, you can't do that to Steve.

You gasp awake and allow your air powers to create a pocket around your head so you can breathe underwater. You breach the surface in the middle of the wreckage with no sign of Steve anywhere.

"Steve!" you yell and haul yourself out of the water.

Your pyrokinesis allows you to stay warm so you don't get hypothermia--not that you could if you tried.

"Steve!" you yell again.

Steve is either in pieces, dead, or just missing. He could have sunk deep into the water which would take weeks or months to try and find him. He could have gotten stuck in the ice, but if you were to melt all the ice, then you'd create tsunamis across the world from the rising sea levels.

First Bucky and now Steve. When is this heartbreak going to end? No one is around to hear you scream, but you let out the most heartbreaking wail for your best friend and the love of your life. Earth was supposed to be a new start for you, and for the first nine hundred years, it was.

Now, it's a painful reminder of what you've lost.

When you come back to the present, you have tears streaming down your face. Thinking of Steve brings memories of Bucky back in your head. Memories of him make you think of Loki. You were and are in love with both men as deeply as you can. If both of them were in front of you now, you don't think you could ever choose between them. They're both so different but it's like you need both of them to survive.

"Did you find him?" you whisper emotionally.

"Come with me."

There are more helicopters available that haven't been damaged by the Tesseract. Maria stays behind to help with the evacuation and assess the damage with Phil while you and Nick take a trip back into the city where you departed from. There is a room in the back of his office that you've never paid attention to, and he's leading you right to it. He stops outside of it and motions for you to open the door.

You do and you see someone with their back turned to you packing something in a bag. He doesn't have to turn around for you to know who it is. You'd recognize him in a crowd of people.

"Steve?" you ask.

Your best friend turns and his eyes widen from seeing you after so long.

"Y/N?"

You can't contain yourself and run at him, flinging yourself in his arms. He catches you easily as you wrap yourself around his body. After so long of roaming Earth and trying to find your place in it, you finally find something familiar and comforting. You kiss his cheek, drop to your feet, and stare up at Steve with tears in your eyes.

"I can't believe you're here right now. I can't believe you're alive. I searched for you but could never find you."

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around it as well. Fury explained it to me but it still doesn't seem real."

"I'll let you two catch up. Don't leave New York. I'll be in touch," Fury says from the door.

"Do you have a place? I can get something for us if it's easier."

"Fury got me a place to stay. I don't like to stay in it. It's too quiet. I've been staying here as much as I can."

"Now your place won't be so lonely. Can I stay with you? We can be roommates."

"Yeah, that sounds amazing, actually."

"Great! We have a lot of catching up to do. Where do I even start?" you chuckle.

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dick-helmet-magneto · 6 months

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Fic based on my cat who doesn't know how to just accept being held. She has to fight it first before relaxing into it.

It wasn’t that Erik didn’t like the cuddles, it was more-so that he didn’t know how to accept the love that was being offered, and besides, he had a reputation to keep up.

Of course, this was something that Charles knew well. Though it did take them a while to get there. Anytime they would lay down in the same bed, Erik would wiggle away, roll to the other side and face Charles. It was never a vicious pulling away or disgust behind it. That didn’t stop Charles from being hurt by it though, Erik knew that much.

As time went along, though, and Charles got used to Erik insisting he could look into his mind, it became easier. Charles found the problem and decided the best plan was to just double down against it.

The first night, as Erik laid down, Charles reached out across the bed and pulled him in, hugging him close to his smaller body. At first, Erik struggled, wiggled around, trying to get away, but Charles wasn’t having it. Strong arms just tightened around Erik more, restricting his movements. Erik had no doubts that, if Charles could, his legs would be wrapped around Erik’s to keep them still as well.

It was almost like being smothered, the way Charles was holding him but Erik found himself slowly giving up the fight. He could appreciate how strong Charles’s arms were. He knew it before, but that was the moment he really realized. There was no way for him to get away and, just maybe, part of him reaching that decision was Charles’s powers.

Slowly, Erik moved around just enough until he could rest one of his hands on Charles’s bicep, trying to accept that maybe he just found a knew kink or, at the very least, a part of Charles he appreciates a lot more than he ever considered before.

From there, though, it became a bit of a tradition for them. Anytime Charles wanted a cuddle, he would simply pull Erik towards him and, on cue, Erik would start trying to get away.

“Let go,” He would protest, twisting and turning, which only did so much good as Charles just pushed his chest against Erik’s back, a chuckle leaving the smaller man making Erik shudder involuntarily.

“We both know I’m not going to do that, love. I know how much you love this. It’s no secret,” Charles replied in a soft voice, his mouth right next to Erik’s ear.

“It is and I don’t,” Erik continued to insist, trying to bite back a smile, even as Charles practically moved so he was laying on top of Erik, effectively pinning him to the mattress of their bed.

“You love it and the world know, Erik. Don’t try to deny it now,” Charles continued, leaning in for a kiss. It was enough to distract Erik from his defiance, letting himself go still underneath Charles in order to kiss him back.

“I hate it,” Erik said as soon as the kiss broke, there was a barely concealed smile playing at his features though and Charles laughed, collapsing down on Erik’s his face going to the other man’s neck where he seemed to fit so perfectly.

The only thing left for Erik to do was wrap his arms around Charles and appreciate the closeness and comfort.

#cherik drabble #cherik

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alex-the-bringer-of-chaos · 1 year

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Young Royals - the review has arrived

I finally got my shit together and watched it properly and holy fuck it's so fucking good, kill me now, why didn't I watch this show before?

First - the acting. Holy shit the acting is so good! Edvin and Omar you bastards, got me on the feels 24/7. But 4real, they're all so good at making you feel what you're supposed to feel for the character and scene, be it love, hatred, sadness, whatever the shit they got you covered;

Second - the soundtrack! That shit slaps comrades, it fecking slaps. The bops also fucking Omar with his fucking voice, you bastard;

Third - Wilmon my beloved <3. I love them so much omg, another otp for my list;

Four - this show fucking broke me at times okay. Like the angst, fuck that shit hurt, just let my boys be happy together;

Five - I had to talk about this, obv, but I love how the main theme and conflict of the show is class and how it affects people and their relationships. Like, aside from the fact that that is the cause of conflict in Wille and Simon's relationship, the way the show doesn't shy away from expressing all the negativity that comes from classism is just mwah;

And now last, but not least, the characters:

Obv Wille and Simon are my babies, I love them so much omg! How they grew as the series progressed is everything, and I'm really intrigued to see what the show does to them, both as individuals and as a couple;

Felice is just such an icon, omg, I love her! Like as she embraced herself and stopped being what others *cof* her mom *cof* wanted just - yes girl, you go girl!

August can go fuck himself. I hate him. No reason to say why, if you don't there's something clearly wrong with you;

Sara leaves me so conflicted, and I wonder what the show will do with her next season;

I didn't really know what to feel about Marcus, pretty meh, knew he wasn't gonna end up with Simon; until that bitch pissed me off when he came with the "oh i didn't see the video" and dad mention right after Simon said he didn't want a relationship. Red flag much? Then you look back and you have: walking into the bedroom when they're strangers, making Simon do karaoke and introducing him by his full name so that everyone that knows of the sex tape knows it's him, acts like their in a relationship when they're not even though Simon made it clear he's not ready for that aka bitch can't take a no. Yeah my friends, Marcus is a walking red flag and he can go fuck himself;

Prince Erik, rip, you were a good brother and will be missed;

Ayub and Rosh ily two (though you were in the wrong to try and push Simon into going out with someone irk marcus on top of it ik you two had the best of intentions at heart);

Linda my beloved <3

Good job Boris, fantastic work;

I'mma be real with y'all, missed most of what happened to the rest of the students but I am team Hillerska put on a massive act to get Wilmon back together if only i could find the post that said it first dammit

Fuck the queen and the court, they (minus Wille) could all die for all I care (if Wille wasn't going to be devastated for the lost of some of them). Fuck the royalty! not in the sexy way, that's a Simon @ Wille's right only

Ofc the feelings are regarding the character and, once again, talking about the cast, they did an amizing job and I loved it. Even when the shits I disliked showed up on screen I still loved the cast amazing work (stating the obvious mutch).

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 1 year

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Hey, Pop Culture Detective did a new video on the MCU Marvel's Defenders of The Status Quo

Damn, thank you for sharing, that was really good!

I wholeheartedly agree with OP that in these movies we see the heroes reacting only when the status quo is threatened and them stopping the villains is considered a win - whatever the villains were trying to change is never addressed, they never engage in any socio-political project. The pattern is always the same: to return the world to what it was before the attack, never to use this as an opportunity for change.

And it's especially jarring given that some of the heroes should know better than defending the status quo. Steve is one of them, the disabled child of immigrants born in the '20s living in NYC in the middle of a rise of eugenicism would do anything in his power to actively fight against the status quo, and yet he's content with fighting external fights and stopping a bunch of helicarriers in TWS and getting his people out of the Raft... what about the other inmates? What about the people who will be taken there once the heroes are gone? What about fighting against the system to get the Accords repealed? Nope, we get none of that.

What OP says about Stark reminded me of Luke Cage and Danny Rand's argument in The Defenders where Luke is telling him his wealth leaves him in a privileged position to incite real change in the world but he'd rather go on vigilante mode instead. It's the same with Stark, he doesn't use his money to advocate for social change, if anything he runs Damage Control and takes jobs from the citizens of NYC like we see in Homecoming.

As OP says: "Instead the superheroes engage in random acts of benevolence. A billionaire gifts the world with some fancy new proprietary technology, a soldier asks nicely that corrupt bureaucrats just do better. In the best-case scenario, a wealthy monarch builds an international network of community centers. These Band-Aid approaches may help a few disenfranchised individuals here and there but they're also designed to keep the current economic and political structures firmly in place".

I think probably the worst case offender of villains being right but having their methods be as immoral as it takes in order to get the audience to disagree with them are Killmonger and the Flagsmashers. Erik starts making a little too much sense for Disney's liking so they have him kill his girlfriend out of nowhere (at least they address some of the overarching issue with T'Challa following Nakia's lead but as said above, that's a band-aid), Karli and the others are asking for redistribution of food and medicine, the relocation of refugees, a change of how borders are reinforced and a stop to mass deportations... so of course The Mouse has Karli kill a bunch of innocents out of nowhere so they can be called terrorists. Nobody wants to side with a terrorist, right?

To quote OP again: "Having the villain's methods always involve indiscriminate killing is a deliberate decision by the writers [...] The equating of social justice causes with outright villainy is one of the reasons why the superhero genre is often accused of leaning conservative ideologically."

Lastly, I really like that part about Alan Moore's criticism of superhero movies and the trend that "speaks to a denial of reality and an urge for simplistic and sensational solutions". I like it because it reminded me of the TVA, how in the Loki series we're told HWR is the only bad guy and taking him down will solve the problem as if that kind of fascism would go away by taking down the main guy, as if that organization wasn't comprised of thousands (if not more) of agents who agreed with his methods and worked willingly for an unknown period of time effectively pruning entire realities and killing innocents. You can't destroy the system by punching one guy and it's almost insulting how the narrative in the series tries to convince the audience that's all it takes.

In short, there's a reason why Disney and Marvel got rid of Nomad Steve so quickly + they're choosing to ignore Sam but they're oh so willing to bring Captain Carter to the spotlight. She's as pro-status quo as it gets. These movies should be addressing social change, not defending the system that gets a lot of people discriminated against and oppressed - especially when a lot of the heroes fit that criteria but of course they're never shown talking about it on-screen.

#mcu salt #mcu critical

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hraishin · 2 years

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AU-gust 2022: 3 — Countryside

I missed writing family aus for cherik so my muse allowed me just enough inspiration to write a short thing for AU-gust :) I'll be posting this on ao3 this week still but here, enjoy it ❤️ (I don't know if I'll be able to continue the AU-gust prompts but I really wanted to write this one dhsjkf)

"It's quiet."

Charles' eyebrows raise as his son's voice reaches his ears, eyes leaving the road to look at the child sitting by his side, staring at the world outside with giant eyes and the wonder only a four year old could have. In the front of the car, Charles notices Erik's mind becoming a little more interested in the conversation, blue-grey eyes looking at the rearview mirror and at them, allowing his senses to take care of the car. Charles would be worried if it had been any other person driving, but it's Erik, so he allows himself to remain relaxed.

"How does your head feel?" Charles asks, letting his hand brush against David's dark hair, which sticks up by a stronger force than gravity.

"Good," David quips, trying to get rid of his seatbelt to climb onto Charles' lap as he's used to doing, being stopped by Charles' calm hands keeping the boy where he sat. "Doesn't hurt."

Charles' eyes meet Erik's through the rearview, and he can see the sides of his husband's eyes wrinkle a little as a smile forms on his face, relieved. David's developing telepathy hadn't been kind on the boy, and any kind of comfort for him is a reason to cheer.

On the passenger seat, Lorna seems to let out a relieved sigh as well, a hand running through messy green hair to keep it from her face as the wind blows it everywhere, turning around with a grin on her lips and twisting her body enough on her seat to poke David's waist gently. The teenager has the same mischievous glint to her eyes as her father, far too alike him, and her grin only widens when David turns to her and gives her a pout and glare.

"No more screaming in your head?" She asks, and Charles can feel the worry in her words, knowing Lorna had been just as worried about David manifesting his mutation as Charles and Erik had, even if she had been the only one to keep her cool during the whole process, able to calm David down when not even Charles had been enough.

David seems to look at her, bright eyes focused on her face and making the girl raise one eyebrow. He blinks, and Charles watches it curiously when David gives her a frown and asks, "Who's Alex?"

Lorna's face grows pink, eyes widening at the mention of the name, and soon she's facing forward again, ignoring the wind on her hair or David's now constant taps on her shoulder as he waits for an answer.

Right, David is still learning not to go deep into someone's mind, unable to control when it happens yet.

Erik only gives the girl a quiet look, but thankfully doesn't push further about Lorna's reaction — at least not yet, considering Charles can see Erik trying to remember someone they know with the name. It wouldn't do to try and push her for answers, not when the idea of that trip had been to give everyone a chance to relax.

The countryside outside the car's window is, in fact, quiet, only a few minds around that Charles can feel, but nothing overwhelming. It makes Charles himself sigh in relief, knowing that his grasp on his own telepathy can be loosened without the many minds to breach his awareness. David's rest would end up benefiting him more than he thought it would.

"We're almost at the house," Erik announces, eyes once again meeting Charles' in the rearview mirror. "We'll be there in ten."

"Hours?" David screams, jumping a little on his seat.

"Minutes," Erik clarifies with a chuckle.

"Why? Wouldn't you like to be on a road trip with us for ten hours?" Charles questions. David's face is of utter disgust at the idea.

"No," the boy says, shaking his head to make his answer even more clear.

It makes everyone in the car smile.

By the time they arrive at the small house, far away from any big city, and by the time Erik helps Charles into his wheelchair again, David has already taken the chance to run around the open space, Lorna running after him to avoid him from running too far. Charles can feel the amount of pent-up energy in the boy's mind from the trip, and he knows David wouldn't stop running around so early.

When Charles is comfortable and able to move around, he's met with the sight of David tackling Lorna's legs until she falls to the ground with a yelp. Both him and Erik laugh from where they are, next to the car. The wind bustling the leaves of the nearby trees and the sounds of their laughter as well as David's and Lorna's are the only things around, the feeling of only his family's minds around him making Charles feel comfortable and tired, like a heavy weight has been lifted and he can finally relax. He can only imagine how good it feels for David, who's not used to the onslaught of minds Charles deals with daily, and that he'd deal with from now on.

The countryside had always been a telepath's best friend.

"And how's your head?" Erik asks by his side, hand resting over Charles' shoulder gently, lovingly. Charles gives him a smile at it.

"My own head's noisy, as always," Charles says with a chuckle, seeing Erik tsk in agreement, knowing well enough that Charles' mind never stopped. "But it's definitely quieter."

"Do you think a week will be enough for him?"

"I'll help him as much as I can," Charles mutters, hand reaching for Erik's on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. "It'll allow him to get used to having his telepathy, and we'll just have to pray it's enough."

"At least he'll have fun," Erik says, smiling as Lorna picks David up and puts him under her arm, the boy laughing out loud and trying to get himself free from his sister's iron grasp. "And you'll get to sleep more than five hours a night."

"I brought the papers to grade."

"Charles," Erik complains, following Charles with his eyes as the telepath starts to move away, pushing himself forward with his chair as fast as he can to run from his annoyed husband. "I told you to leave work at home. It's your week off!"

"I'm hungry! Are you cooking dinner? I saw that the house has a garden with fresh ingredients!" Charles quickly screams, both Lorna and David stopping their pretend fighting to see Charles zooming towards the house with a stomping Erik a few steps behind him.

The week sounded promising.

#xmen #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #cherik #david haller #lorna dane #polaris #fanfic #writing #au gust #au gust 2022

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wolfverse-stories · 8 months

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Magneto's Kids

Chapter 2

Everything had gone wrong. This was suppose to be a quick mission, in and out. However, no one had planned for the walls to be made out of power dampeners.

"Watch out!!!!" Scott called pulling Jean out of the way of a large guard about to knock her out.

"Erik take Peter and Hank and open the cells!" Charles yelled. All Erik could think of was Pietro and Wanda 'I have to make it out for their sake'.

"Come on!" Erik struggled to open the cages, his powers were so weak he could barely break one lock. Peter was rushing around with a key he had grabbed and unlocked as many cages as he could.

"Almost done" Peter called darting over to another cell. Suddenly he lost control of his feet and went crashing into Erik.

"All you do is mess everything up!!!" Erik snapped as he pushed himself off the ground.

"Sorry" Peter looked down before going back to free the caged mutants. Erik was taken aback by the response. He expected Peter to make some sort of smart remark but the silver-haired mutant remained quiet.

Timeskip

Erik grinned as Alex managed to knock out one of the power-dampening walls. Peter had regained some of his speed though he was only able to reach the speed of a cheetah which was extremely slow for him.

"That's better," Erik said raising small pieces of metal and starting to through the guards. Hank looked over to see a plastic gun pointed at Erik's chest.

"Erik!!!" Erik realized there was no way he could dodge the bullet. He had promised Wanda and Pietro he would be fine. They were supposed to meet up tomorrow for dinner, but now that would never happen. 'I'm sorry Erik closed his eyes and waited but the pain never came. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see silver hair.

"Peter?" Erik watched in horror as the young mutant fell to his knees, blood soaking his silver jacket. Erik rushed forward pulling Peter into his lap.

"Magneto?" Peter's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Erik's face. He doesn't remember ever seeing Erik show any other emotion than anger, most of the time he has a face of stone but now he could clearly see fear.

"It's me Peter" Erik pressed his hand over the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Guess I messed things up again" Peter let out a weak laugh that turned into a painful coughing fit. Erik winced at the bitter statement. Peter felt his eyelids getting heavy

"I need you to stay awake," Erik said shaking Peter "Come on buddy is there someone I need to contact?"

"My mom kicked me out" Peter's words come out raspy as he fights for air.

"What about your dad?" When Peter doesn't answer Erik searches Peter's eyes 'Please let this kid have a dad'.

"He's already here" Peter gave Erik a weak smile. Erik's eyes widen as realization finally hit him (Raven: "Finally!").

"I'm so sorry" Erik started to sob " I should have been there" pulling peter close to his chest. 'Why do I cause all my children such great pain'.

"Hey, no sweat I love you, dad..." Peter trailed off as his eyes start to close.

"Peter!!!" Erik screamed trying to keep him awake. That was the last thing Peter heard as he drifted into darkness.

Timeskip

Peter slowly opened his eyes to the bright white light. Immediately he retreated under the covers.

"Am I dead?" Peter asked using the blanket to shield his eyes from the blinding light.

"No son" Erik smiled as he hugged Peter. Erik looked like he hadn't slept in days, he refused to sleep until he knew his son was okay.

"I promise from now on I'm going to be a better father" 'to all my kids' Erik added to himself.

"You don't have to," Peter said looking down "I don't want you to fill like your forced to"

"But I want to," Erik said putting a hand on Peter's shoulder. Erik refused to leave Peter's room until he was completely better. He would tell him stories and play card games which Peter always cheated at.

"Hey, I knew I had a queen," Erik said pulling it out of Peter's sleeve.

"Oops, how did that get there?" Peter laughed. Erik rolled his eyes before looking at the clock "Okay kid time for bed"

"I love you, dad," Peter said as he started to dose off.

"I love you too," Erik said as he kissed Peter's forehead. Suddenly Erik felt his blood go cold as realization hit him "Wanda's going to kill me"

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#fanfic #Magneto #dadneto #peter maximoff #xmen #marvel #two quicksilvers #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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8 - Showing Heart

Part 9

She's Human or Weapon

@tyrionsprincess30 @groovy-lady @logolepsic-insomniac @bigbendyhorns @the-big-bad-klaus

Charles's POV

Erik and I decided to play a game of Chess before going to before going to bed. Erik eyes me as I make a move finally breaking the silence. "I'm not going to stop Shaw. I'm going to kill him. Do you have it in you to allow that." Leaning upright in my chair I intertwined my hands together staring at him. "You've known all along why I was here, Charles. But things have changed. What started as a covert mission...tomorrow, mankind will know that mutants exist. Shaw, us, they won't differeiate. They'll fear us. And that fear will turn to hatred." Lowering my hands on my knees I forget about the game in front of me. "Not if we stop a war. Not if we can prevent Shaw. Not if we risk our lives doing so." He cuts me off shaking his head in disbelief. "Would they do the same for us?" Tilting my head to the side I try and make him see my side. The side that I believe Aurora is apart of, there's just fear keeping her from seeing it. "We have it in us to be the better men." But Erik isn't having it. "We already are. We're the next stage of human evolution. You said it yourself."

Picking up my glass of alcohol I take a long drink wishing I hadn't said those words to him if I had known they would be used against me. "Are you really so naive to think that they won't battle their own extinction. Or is it arrogance. After tomorrow, they're gonna turn on us, but you're blind to it because you believe they're all like Moira." Finally I re-entered the conversation sitting my glass down on the table. "And you and Aurora you believe they're all like Shaw." Erik crossed his arms over leaning his back in his chair glancing to the fireplace. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice sooner, Charles?" Blinking my eyes a couple of times I raise a brow to my friend. "Notice what exactly?" He leans forward with a serious look on his face. Aurora said they weren't really a couple but he can't possibly mean that. How did I not see this thought in his mind before, maybe I have been distracted more lately. "She doesn't want to live in fear anymore, Charles. She's suffering because of Shaw. You saw inside her head a few nights ago. The torture won't stop until he's dead." Running a hand through my hair I bend my head down sighing heavily.

"Aurora doesn't want people to die, Erik. I understand that you've been through horrible agony but you must see that she's - she's struggling and..." Throwing my hands up I slump my shoulders finally looking him straight in the eye. "Lisen to me very carefully, my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace...and you just might lose Aurora once it's done." Erik picked up his glass of alcohol taking a long sip of it. "I won't stop you from being with her. But that girl is the only person I consider to be my family. So if you ever hurt her I will hunt you down mark my word, Charles!" Erik sat the glass down baring his teeth in a deep threat. Getting to my feet I pick up my glass finishing the rest of the contence. Leaving the room I slowly stopped walking when my breath hitched in my throat at the sight in front of me. There Aurora sat on the couch the moonlight hitting her perfectly. She's holding a coffee cup in her hand simply looking lost in her thoughts, actually calm for once since the night we met.

Aurora's POV

Turning around I felt a silent presence behind me, resting one arm on the back of the cough I see Charles standing at the end of the hallway just watching me. I want to read his mind to see if Raven was right about all of this but I know he would feel me inside immediately. I'm not very sneaky about that ability yet. So instead I just levitate the second cup of hot chocolate I had made into his hands when he sits down in an arm chair facing me. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to make hot chocolate. It helps me I suppose...apparently neither could you, Charles." I pointed out taking a long sip from my own cup. He nods taking a drink of his own letting the house fill with silence like it had before I realized he was watching me moments ago. "Aurora, I uh - there's something you should know..." He breaks it sitting down his cup on the table coming over and taking mine from my hands as well. He sits right in front of me on the couch and I don't look away from his eyes. "What is it?" I whispered for some reason feeling nervous about this situation. He's clearly nervous too because he tugs on the collar of his shirt not saying anything for a minute.

"Charles, what do you want to tell me. Could you tell me in our minds?" I asked playing with my fingers but he gently takes my hands in his shaking his head no. It suprised me because he's usually great with explaining his feelings through words. Until he's around me so maybe Raven was right about this. He slowly moved his right hand up tucking hair behind my ear, resting his hand on my cheek. I press my face into his palm enjoying the feeling until he does something unexpected. He closes the gap between us finally pressing his lips onto mine. Immediately I freeze up a little hearing a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me I don't deserve. That this is a dream and he would never fall for a girl with a messed up past. But I don't care when I slowly kiss back resting my hands on his shoulders. His other hand runs through my hair deepening the kiss until he broke it for air. "I'm falling for you, Aurora Deerfield." He breathed out hope in his blue eyes. I give him a smile thinking in my head because I'm too afraid to say it out loud. "I'm falling for you too, Charles Xavier." He knitted his eyebrows together squeezing my shoulders gently. "I heard you. I actually heard you, darling." I almost thought he was going to be bouncing around the walls at this point. Because he hasn't been able to hear my thoughts since the night we met.

Without thinking I rest my forehead against his whispering under my breath. "Could we do that again?" He doesn't give me a verbal answer instead wrapped his arms around my waist kissing me once more. Wrapping my arms around his neck I grinned into the kiss. He's a good kisser. During the kiss I could hear him reply back almost chuckling in my mind. You're not bad either, love. Most of the night I don't remember what else happened because I'm too focused on kissing him in the moment. For this night I don't worry about Shaw. I don't worry that the world may hate us tomorrow morning. All that I focused on is that Charles is actually kissing me. Somehow through our kiss my hands made his hair a mess and I snorted accidentally remembering that he told Hank to not touch his hair. Charles kissed my forehead draping an arm over my shoulder with a yawn. "Let's go to bed, Rora." I feel my cheeks turn red hearing him call me the nickname Erik does. "Oh uh - I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that-" He rambles off until I kiss his cheek smiling, pulling him up off the couch once I'm on my feet. "It's cute, Charles. Call me whatever you want." He cradles my face in his hands leaning down kissing me for who knows what number tonight but I don't mind at all. Wrapping my arms around his neck we broke for air when he whispered down to me. "How about...my darling Aurora." Smiling up to the Temple I answered. "I love it."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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