erik adopts a kitten?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 15:55:56 UTC
I just want post-divorce (or pre-divorce) Erik to adopt a kitten. An adorable, darling, actual kitten. Perhaps he calls it Charles. Perhaps Charles finds out and is less than pleased.
Just give me some kitten fic, please. All the fills have left me desperate for more.
Re: Crack! Mini-fill
anonymous
November 11 2011, 05:14:00 UTC
I'm not going to lie, every time I read Charles, I kept thinking of real Charles. I was like "Why would Charles sleep on the laundry?" "Why is he under the table?" Etc.
Sequel! Now with added fluff! (OMG why am I doing this??)
anonymous
August 18 2011, 17:27:25 UTC
‘Azazel!’ Erik howls. ‘Raven! Riptide! Angel! Get over here right now!’
He crouches over the cat basket, trying desperately to get a grip. He’s not going to cry. Mighty visionaries don’t cry in front of their minions.
Mewtant gives a little sneeze and flops over on his side.
God, where are they? Erik draws breath to yell again, but there’s a bamf and blur of red and Azazel pops in.
‘What is wrong?’ he asks.
‘Mewtant’s sick,’ Erik says. It comes out all shaky and pathetic.
Azazel pats his shoulder. ‘There, there,’ he says. ‘I take you to vet.’
***
Erik’s so busy hugging his cat basket and hyperventilating that he doesn’t notice the other man in the waiting room. At least, not until said man wheels his wheelchair over, taps him on the shoulder and says, ‘Um… Erik?’
‘What?’ Erik snaps. Then he registers the voice and looks up. ‘Charles?’ Oh hell. Mighty visionaries really don’t cry in front of their sworn enemies. He surreptitiously hides his packet of tissues
( ... )
Fill (1/4): and you will know us by the trail of catnip, emma & erik & the brotherhood, gen
anonymous
August 23 2011, 23:21:41 UTC
The first sign that The New Administration is not going to be exactly the same as The Old Administration is when they're standing outside the CIA building, waiting for Erik to decide what to do next
( ... )
Fill (2/4): and you will know us by the trail of catnip, emma & erik & the brotherhood, gen
anonymous
August 23 2011, 23:27:08 UTC
Of course, she then promptly goes and knits the thing a little navy-blue coat, and Emma's fondness chills. Why on earth would a former stripper even know how to knit.
"I mostly worked nights," Angel tells her. "Sometimes, the days get really long. My ma taught me, before she died."
"You don't say," Emma replies, and deftly steps out of the way of a furry, striped paw that's reaching out for her booted feet.
*
Charles Xavier is an exceedingly dull little man, for all that he's quite the telepath.That Emma gleans from the rose-tinged memories of Raven. He is also far more morally ambiguous than Erik has led her to believe, which makes him dangerous, and it makes him unpredictable. Now that's a man that deftly knows how to lie, not only to himself, but to the ones he proclaims to love as well. It's admirable, really.
Pretend Raven is your daughter.
I can tell you what your favorite drink is.
You can submit to my demands willingly or I can make you submit to them with a mere thought.
Fill (3/4): and you will know us by the trail of catnip, emma & erik & the brotherhood, gen
anonymous
August 23 2011, 23:33:14 UTC
At some point, finally, Erik starts settling into Shaw's office. He brings in a board one day, puts up the names of the pitifully few members of the Brotherhood, pictures of CIA agents he considers threats, a map, and, well. Not much else, honestly. "How cute," she says, when she first sees him pinning something with vehemence to it. "It's like an inspiration board." Erik glares at her. "Shaw just liked to make speeches
( ... )
Fill (4/4): and you will know us by the trail of catnip, emma & erik & the brotherhood, gen
anonymous
August 23 2011, 23:35:27 UTC
"They said he won't be able to walk again," Raven says when Emma walks into the kitchen. She's sitting at the counter and feeding Whiskers a piece of chicken. Emma doesn't ask how she knows this, and she doesn't ask if Erik's aware of it as well, the despair that's been wafting off him is enough. It's as if she's living in some kind of hell where everything is just feelings all the time. Emma shifts into diamond form and offers the cat her fingers. It bats at them with its claws, then tries with teeth. "Don't do that," Raven says. "You'll hurt him
( ... )
Re: Fill (4/4): and you will know us by the trail of catnip, emma & erik & the brotherhood, genso_shhyAugust 27 2011, 07:03:03 UTC
Eventually, Erik remembers that he has more than one female in this club that he's so proud to call the Brotherhood, as if, if he only squeezed his eyes shut long enough, he could believe that his right-hand woman was still a man.
Why did I never notice that when all the girls join?
Trust me
OMG you chilled my soul with kitten!fic. *respect*
Just give me some kitten fic, please. All the fills have left me desperate for more.
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Haha! I loved it!
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He crouches over the cat basket, trying desperately to get a grip. He’s not going to cry. Mighty visionaries don’t cry in front of their minions.
Mewtant gives a little sneeze and flops over on his side.
God, where are they? Erik draws breath to yell again, but there’s a bamf and blur of red and Azazel pops in.
‘What is wrong?’ he asks.
‘Mewtant’s sick,’ Erik says. It comes out all shaky and pathetic.
Azazel pats his shoulder. ‘There, there,’ he says. ‘I take you to vet.’
***
Erik’s so busy hugging his cat basket and hyperventilating that he doesn’t notice the other man in the waiting room. At least, not until said man wheels his wheelchair over, taps him on the shoulder and says, ‘Um… Erik?’
‘What?’ Erik snaps. Then he registers the voice and looks up. ‘Charles?’ Oh hell. Mighty visionaries really don’t cry in front of their sworn enemies. He surreptitiously hides his packet of tissues ( ... )
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But in all seriousness, this is precious. I only wish Charles had heard the cat's real name.
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;D IN HYSTERICS.
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Please don't ever, ever change.
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"I mostly worked nights," Angel tells her. "Sometimes, the days get really long. My ma taught me, before she died."
"You don't say," Emma replies, and deftly steps out of the way of a furry, striped paw that's reaching out for her booted feet.
*
Charles Xavier is an exceedingly dull little man, for all that he's quite the telepath.That Emma gleans from the rose-tinged memories of Raven. He is also far more morally ambiguous than Erik has led her to believe, which makes him dangerous, and it makes him unpredictable. Now that's a man that deftly knows how to lie, not only to himself, but to the ones he proclaims to love as well. It's admirable, really.
Pretend Raven is your daughter.
I can tell you what your favorite drink is.
You can submit to my demands willingly or I can make you submit to them with a mere thought.
Forget any of this happened.
Trust me.Emma ( ... )
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Why did I never notice that when all the girls join?
Trust me
OMG you chilled my soul with kitten!fic. *respect*
Also, EMMA!
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