[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 (5/?)
anonymous
July 23 2011, 07:16:06 UTC
Erik didn't know a lot about money, but that sounded like more than he could handle in a month. He frowned. "I'm not very good with numbers." Then he bit his tongue. That made him sound like some- "I mean, money numbers. I can do math."
That was even worse. He felt himself coloring.
"Mm. That's not going to be part of your job, I think," Xavier said. He spoke as if it were dealt with already. Erik wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. He tried to phrase it in his head- so, did I get the job- does that mean I get to- "Welcome to the house, anyway. I- was that presumptuous of me? If you have any other lodgings, of course, I mean- er-"
He swallowed. "Here is- staying here would be wonderful. Thank you."
"Oh, excellent," Xavier said earnestly. He looked like a delighted teenager. "I- oh, I'm sorry. Do you have jet lag? It's night in, in Germany, isn't it? You can go sleep. You can start tomorrow morning."
Erik stared at him. It just hit him, like that, that he had a job. He remembered his plan to walk back to the nearest village. Take
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FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (6/?)
anonymous
July 23 2011, 07:16:48 UTC
"You? Never." Hank set down his glasses. Funny little ape, he thought to himself, catching a glimpse in a reflective surface in his latest telescope design, and then winced at the same time Charles did.
Neither of them said anything.
"So you want new dampers to- shut out more? If that's all, I can just... oh, there are a lot of things I could manipulate..."
Charles watched him with a slight smile.
"I still have the interference gel," Hank said, rising and nearly knocking over the table. With composure, Charles steadied it. "Sorry! And the sheet metal, of course, and plenty of lead lying around. And the koala hair, of course, for the psychometric damping. Excuse me."
Then he paused. "Sir, does this mean that we- I mean, I- can't come up for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Oh Hank," said Charles, obviously distressed
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Re: FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (7/?)
anonymous
July 23 2011, 18:20:50 UTC
I feel like crying for Erik and Hank.
Okay, tears are welling in my eyes again for Erik - but it's because he's here now, with Charles and the kids! Finally, he'll have some happiness in his life. Fuck, now tears are falling and I need tissues.
FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (8/?)
anonymous
July 26 2011, 00:51:39 UTC
Yeah, my internship ate my homework.
Also, I'm at that stage where you have snippets of writing and tons of planning and backstory and character development but you can't lace it together to form anything coherent and you know you can't update until you get it straight but you just can't?
FILL : you open always petal by petal myself (9/?)
anonymous
July 26 2011, 00:53:49 UTC
He did wish that he knew what Erik was thinking. The dampers weren't very comfortable, and he felt agitated when he tried to reach out around the house- not to read minds, but to just register their existence, and he'd come up with blurred emotions. He kept trying to mentally blink it away, like someone trying to blink water out of their eyes.
It didn't help that Erik's face was extremely hard to read. His emotions ran deep and loud, but one couldn't see it from just his face. It was a hard, bony face, rough with stubble, wary and shuttered. Charles want to touch his shoulder and send calm, calm down towards him. He'd lain awake aching with that impulse for a good three hours last night.
"It's half-half," he said. "The sandwich."
"Thank you," Erik said, face inscrutable.
"There's more if you want."
"It's quite all right."
Charles grinned. He did that sometimes when he was nervous. "How is it going, then? The work?"
"It's fine."
This was hard. His temples itched, the dampers an annoying weight. How was he supposed to carry on
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That was even worse. He felt himself coloring.
"Mm. That's not going to be part of your job, I think," Xavier said. He spoke as if it were dealt with already. Erik wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. He tried to phrase it in his head- so, did I get the job- does that mean I get to- "Welcome to the house, anyway. I- was that presumptuous of me? If you have any other lodgings, of course, I mean- er-"
He swallowed. "Here is- staying here would be wonderful. Thank you."
"Oh, excellent," Xavier said earnestly. He looked like a delighted teenager. "I- oh, I'm sorry. Do you have jet lag? It's night in, in Germany, isn't it? You can go sleep. You can start tomorrow morning."
Erik stared at him. It just hit him, like that, that he had a job. He remembered his plan to walk back to the nearest village. Take ( ... )
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Neither of them said anything.
"So you want new dampers to- shut out more? If that's all, I can just... oh, there are a lot of things I could manipulate..."
Charles watched him with a slight smile.
"I still have the interference gel," Hank said, rising and nearly knocking over the table. With composure, Charles steadied it. "Sorry! And the sheet metal, of course, and plenty of lead lying around. And the koala hair, of course, for the psychometric damping. Excuse me."
Then he paused. "Sir, does this mean that we- I mean, I- can't come up for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Oh Hank," said Charles, obviously distressed ( ... )
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This story is just fantastic so far. Cant wait to read more.
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Okay, tears are welling in my eyes again for Erik - but it's because he's here now, with Charles and the kids! Finally, he'll have some happiness in his life. Fuck, now tears are falling and I need tissues.
THIS IS SO PAINFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND BRILLIANT.
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Also, I'm at that stage where you have snippets of writing and tons of planning and backstory and character development but you can't lace it together to form anything coherent and you know you can't update until you get it straight but you just can't?
The library was a mess ( ... )
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He did wish that he knew what Erik was thinking. The dampers weren't very comfortable, and he felt agitated when he tried to reach out around the house- not to read minds, but to just register their existence, and he'd come up with blurred emotions. He kept trying to mentally blink it away, like someone trying to blink water out of their eyes.
It didn't help that Erik's face was extremely hard to read. His emotions ran deep and loud, but one couldn't see it from just his face. It was a hard, bony face, rough with stubble, wary and shuttered. Charles want to touch his shoulder and send calm, calm down towards him. He'd lain awake aching with that impulse for a good three hours last night.
"It's half-half," he said. "The sandwich."
"Thank you," Erik said, face inscrutable.
"There's more if you want."
"It's quite all right."
Charles grinned. He did that sometimes when he was nervous. "How is it going, then? The work?"
"It's fine."
This was hard. His temples itched, the dampers an annoying weight. How was he supposed to carry on ( ... )
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