[Crossover], Charles/Erik, Secretary [WARNINGS: possible self-harm]
anonymous
July 20 2011, 04:21:45 UTC
Sorry if it's been prompted before, but I need a Secretary fusion for these two. Charles is a professor who needs help around the house and with his work, Erik is the slightly broken young man who comes into his employ, and eventually the two develop a D/s relationship with Erik learning to open up and trust.
FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (1/?)
anonymous
July 22 2011, 14:34:22 UTC
God I've written almost 30000 words total for various fills on kinkmeme but I can't write 2000 words for my big bang wtf world.
Also, guys, this is going to be kind of long. (makes rueful face at the universe)"You know what I think you need?" Moira leaned back, posture deceptively casual. "I think you need an assistant around the place
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FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (2/?)
anonymous
July 22 2011, 14:35:35 UTC
"He went into withdrawal for four days. When he awoke he still said yes. The other five subjects who were offered the chance declined. Apparently the complete suppression of one's abilities is even more terrifying than confinement for life
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FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (3/?)
anonymous
July 22 2011, 14:36:42 UTC
It was like a dream, walking out of the airport and hailing a taxi. The return letter from the man at Westchester- Charles Francis Xavier- was ratty at the edges and creases and smudged dark with fingerprints, despite his best efforts. He fished it out to tell the taxi driver the address, although he had memorized it anyway. Pathetic of him, he supposed.
Charles Francis Xavier lived, apparently, on the outskirts of civilization. It was a long drive. Erik didn't mind. He watched the pavement speed past outside the window, and the trees and clouds, the sunlight beating down on the ground.
When the driver tried to talk to him about football, he pretended to sleep.
They finally pulled up in the middle of nowhere, the driver checking the navigation irritably to see if it was the right place. "Funny," he said. "It says we're here
( ... )
FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (4/?)
anonymous
July 22 2011, 14:41:22 UTC
"Why don't I drop that in the lobby," Xavier said in a light, friendly way. "And we can walk around the grounds while we talk."
He'd prefer that. He'd been thinking of some claustrophobic room- a too-big chair and fists on knees questioning answering unable to say anything do it do it do what they wanted.
Xavier's breathing hitched.
Erik looked at him, sharply, trying to read his body. But Xavier's shoulders were loose and relaxed, and he was still smiling. "Let me take your bag," he said, motioning at it. "And I'll join you down here a few minutes- yeah?"
Did he say yes or no? Erik stared a little, and deciding dithering was worse. "Thank you," he said. Xavier took the bag. It wasn't heavy.
As he watched the man walk away, the sun shining on his dark hair, it occurred to him that he should have said, no, I'll take it myself. He felt upset about that. Being unable to say the right thing. But it hadn't been really, well, important before, it was jarring to realize that he had to learn this, all this
( ... )
Re: FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (4/?)
anonymous
July 22 2011, 15:23:49 UTC
OMG, ANON, THIS IS PRECIOUS!
"I am hideously rich," Charles said. "I have a civic duty to give money to odious people and smile about it at the cameras."
I love snark from Charles!
The dampers were two thin plates that clasped Charles' temples, connected by two thin wires that ran over and around his head. They blurred mental signals, obliterating entire thoughts and letting vague echoes of emotions through. Charles needed it in large, loud crowds, and apparently when his friends intended to convince him to do good.
Wow. Totally didn't expect that! An adorable lab rat...
It was his last chance, too. It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach as he bought the plane tickets, as if he was being given a chance to walk to Hell's gate to peek outside.
They wouldn't say yes to him, of course. It was cruel. Not that he thought this.
Maybe he'd see the Statue of Liberty.
Why am I crying already?
Erik watched him go with an odd sinking feeling, realizing that he'd have no way to go back to the airport when the interview ended.
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THEN MY FEET CRAMPED OH GOD
ow. (left foot still sorta hurts) I... am writing this. Give me some time. Will have first bit up within a few days.
If I don't, assume I died or something, because there's no way in hell I'm passing this up.
ON THE OTHER HAND IF SOMEONE ELSE IS ALSO WILLING TO WRITE THIS GO ON THERE CAN NEVER BE ENOUGH OF THIS SORT OF THE IN THE UNIVERSE
SPRAY IT AROUND, BROS
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*pitches tent*
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:3
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Also, guys, this is going to be kind of long. (makes rueful face at the universe)"You know what I think you need?" Moira leaned back, posture deceptively casual. "I think you need an assistant around the place ( ... )
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Charles Francis Xavier lived, apparently, on the outskirts of civilization. It was a long drive. Erik didn't mind. He watched the pavement speed past outside the window, and the trees and clouds, the sunlight beating down on the ground.
When the driver tried to talk to him about football, he pretended to sleep.
They finally pulled up in the middle of nowhere, the driver checking the navigation irritably to see if it was the right place. "Funny," he said. "It says we're here ( ... )
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"Why don't I drop that in the lobby," Xavier said in a light, friendly way. "And we can walk around the grounds while we talk."
He'd prefer that. He'd been thinking of some claustrophobic room- a too-big chair and fists on knees questioning answering unable to say anything do it do it do what they wanted.
Xavier's breathing hitched.
Erik looked at him, sharply, trying to read his body. But Xavier's shoulders were loose and relaxed, and he was still smiling. "Let me take your bag," he said, motioning at it. "And I'll join you down here a few minutes- yeah?"
Did he say yes or no? Erik stared a little, and deciding dithering was worse. "Thank you," he said. Xavier took the bag. It wasn't heavy.
As he watched the man walk away, the sun shining on his dark hair, it occurred to him that he should have said, no, I'll take it myself. He felt upset about that. Being unable to say the right thing. But it hadn't been really, well, important before, it was jarring to realize that he had to learn this, all this ( ... )
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"I am hideously rich," Charles said. "I have a civic duty to give money to odious people and smile about it at the cameras."
I love snark from Charles!
The dampers were two thin plates that clasped Charles' temples, connected by two thin wires that ran over and around his head. They blurred mental signals, obliterating entire thoughts and letting vague echoes of emotions through. Charles needed it in large, loud crowds, and apparently when his friends intended to convince him to do good.
Wow. Totally didn't expect that! An adorable lab rat...
It was his last chance, too. It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach as he bought the plane tickets, as if he was being given a chance to walk to Hell's gate to peek outside.
They wouldn't say yes to him, of course. It was cruel. Not that he thought this.
Maybe he'd see the Statue of Liberty.
Why am I crying already?
Erik watched him go with an odd sinking feeling, realizing that he'd have no way to go back to the airport when the interview ended. ( ... )
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Anon, I hope you know that your fill really touched my heart...every single piece f it.
Yes, it's was broken and rebroken repeatedly as I read on, in the most enjoyable way possible. (Erik...A bridge...TT^TT)
I'm certainly a fan now. XD
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He's lying, yes ?
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