His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.
Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 3/? (warnings: dubcon, captivity)taharielSeptember 29 2011, 23:19:15 UTC
It's so complicated for him though, because it's not entirely Erik's fault. And because he's been there so long he is well on his way to full-blown Stockholm Syndrome, so in his own way he loves Erik and is reliant on him, too. I don't think he could be really happy even if he was free (and there are reasons why it would be dangerous for him, too, which we find out later on.)
Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 3/? (warnings: dubcon, captivity)taharielSeptember 29 2011, 23:17:23 UTC
Thank you so much, blushing right now! The heaviness was definitely the mood I was going for, that feeling of stagnation for Charles, from Erik's POV. There should be more tomorrow I think :)
Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 3/? (warnings: dubcon, captivity)taharielNovember 13 2011, 14:00:33 UTC
That's so lovely, thank you! I'm all blushing and grabbing at my own face now :D
For me I think so much of Erik's psyche is based on trying to be this hardened, emotionless man instead of the actually quite sensitive and caring person he is underneath all of the scars. And so in this set-up he can allow himself to be caring with Charles, but only because he knows that Charles can't leave him and hurt him with it. He can't risk that.
FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 4/? (warnings: dubcon, captivity)taharielSeptember 30 2011, 22:10:55 UTC
In which the author displays the common theme between this and her last fic.
VSome nights Charles just wants to be held; they lie side by side together on the bed, or on the couch, or sometimes crumpled on the floor together, skin to skin, touching everywhere they can. Erik does not mind. The closeness keeps Charles calm, helps the trembling in his limbs to soften, slow and seep away for a time. He recognises the touch starvation for what it is, the desperation for human company; he sits in their lone armchair with Charles sprawled sideways across his lap and remembers what it was like to be shut in a tiny cell for days on end, windowless and airless, choosing a corner to use for a toilet by determining which was the lowest and would keep him from having to sleep in his own waste. Sometimes Herr Schmidt liked to put him in a tiny room about three feet by three where the lowest point was in the centre, just to see what he would do. The walls were always metal, taunting him with the promise of escape that eluded his control
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FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 5/? (warnings: dubcon, captivity)taharielSeptember 30 2011, 22:14:54 UTC
Inside, the humans stop milling about and stare, each and every one of them recognising his tall, caped figure and the silhouette of the helmet on his head; a child screams, shrinks back against its mother and is clasped tightly to her legs, as though he might reach out and hurt the child for spite. If it is still here, it is not a mutant, and he couldn’t care less what it thinks of him.
Magneto has been making a point of visiting the largest of the human reservations one by one, appearing to the public and making speeches they don’t appreciate, all in the name of an excuse to make a display of power, show them his strength. It is dull and insipid, and never varies; some brainless human will shout an insult at him, others will join them in a rallying cry, and then the instigator will vanish in a flash of fumes and reappear in the open air above the crowd, screaming and begging on the way down before the inevitable crunch. It is fast and brutal and very, very effective; once or twice Erik has made a show of dragging the crowd about by
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Disclaimer: NOT OP but I do, do love a fill.
Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.
His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.
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And this is such a great start. \o/
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"...like ships sinking."
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For me I think so much of Erik's psyche is based on trying to be this hardened, emotionless man instead of the actually quite sensitive and caring person he is underneath all of the scars. And so in this set-up he can allow himself to be caring with Charles, but only because he knows that Charles can't leave him and hurt him with it. He can't risk that.
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VSome nights Charles just wants to be held; they lie side by side together on the bed, or on the couch, or sometimes crumpled on the floor together, skin to skin, touching everywhere they can. Erik does not mind. The closeness keeps Charles calm, helps the trembling in his limbs to soften, slow and seep away for a time. He recognises the touch starvation for what it is, the desperation for human company; he sits in their lone armchair with Charles sprawled sideways across his lap and remembers what it was like to be shut in a tiny cell for days on end, windowless and airless, choosing a corner to use for a toilet by determining which was the lowest and would keep him from having to sleep in his own waste. Sometimes Herr Schmidt liked to put him in a tiny room about three feet by three where the lowest point was in the centre, just to see what he would do. The walls were always metal, taunting him with the promise of escape that eluded his control ( ... )
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Magneto has been making a point of visiting the largest of the human reservations one by one, appearing to the public and making speeches they don’t appreciate, all in the name of an excuse to make a display of power, show them his strength. It is dull and insipid, and never varies; some brainless human will shout an insult at him, others will join them in a rallying cry, and then the instigator will vanish in a flash of fumes and reappear in the open air above the crowd, screaming and begging on the way down before the inevitable crunch. It is fast and brutal and very, very effective; once or twice Erik has made a show of dragging the crowd about by ( ... )
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Erik, what on earth have you become.
Strangely, I find it much easier to forgive cruelty/bigotism when it's coming from Erik. It has to do with his background, of course, but. Hmm.
Sweetly, painfully in love with this fill.
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