So glad and relieved that you chose to tell this story with the events revolving around the characters' actual personalities rather than just pasting Erik and Charles' faces on Vivian and Edward (which truly would have been a disaster).
Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 3b/?
anonymous
October 30 2011, 16:09:38 UTC
The worst thing was that it came as a surprise. He should’ve known better, he was a whore, that was what people saw and that was how people treated him. He was a mouth and a cock and an ass, nothing more, nothing worthy of respect or consideration, and he was used to it. He’d stopped giving a fuck a long time ago
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Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 3c/?
anonymous
October 30 2011, 16:12:18 UTC
To his ashamed bewilderment, Charles had actually found it quite enjoyable getting fucked by someone who was furious with him. Erik had been so unlike his usual competent self, all hard eyes, fierce glares and strong, unyielding hands. He’d bitten and sucked until Charles was sore all over, whimpering with every touch, unable to bear any more, writhing and moaning at the scrape of teeth over his nipples and the fingers shoving roughly into him, prepping him for the pounding of his life
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Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 3d/?
anonymous
October 30 2011, 16:16:32 UTC
Fingers brushed his hand. Charles was suddenly kneeling at his side, looking up at him with heart-stopping earnestness.
‘Erik, do you want to go?’
He shrugged. Of course he did. He wanted the curtain and the lights and the thrum of excitement, and most of all he wanted the music with all its passion and power. It made no difference though, it was up to Charles what they did and where they went.
‘I like opera,’ he managed.
‘Oh, well then, that’s different!’ Charles said, delighted. If he’d had a tail he would have been wagging it excitedly. ‘I’m so glad, I’ve been wracking my brains to think of something you’d like. And you can talk to Dr Grey and it won’t matter that I’m so frightfully ignorant. Perfect.’ He dropped his eyes and smiled shyly. ‘Then it’s a date. ’
Erik opened his mouth to say, ‘you do remember I’m a prostitute, right? We’re really not dating.’ Then he realised that he was going to see La Traviata and all he could say was, ‘Thank you
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Please someone write thisss.
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I love your Charles, he's so adorable. Looking forward to more, this is brilliant!
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So glad and relieved that you chose to tell this story with the events revolving around the characters' actual personalities rather than just pasting Erik and Charles' faces on Vivian and Edward (which truly would have been a disaster).
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‘Erik, do you want to go?’
He shrugged. Of course he did. He wanted the curtain and the lights and the thrum of excitement, and most of all he wanted the music with all its passion and power. It made no difference though, it was up to Charles what they did and where they went.
‘I like opera,’ he managed.
‘Oh, well then, that’s different!’ Charles said, delighted. If he’d had a tail he would have been wagging it excitedly. ‘I’m so glad, I’ve been wracking my brains to think of something you’d like. And you can talk to Dr Grey and it won’t matter that I’m so frightfully ignorant. Perfect.’ He dropped his eyes and smiled shyly. ‘Then it’s a date. ’
Erik opened his mouth to say, ‘you do remember I’m a prostitute, right? We’re really not dating.’ Then he realised that he was going to see La Traviata and all he could say was, ‘Thank you ( ... )
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They have feelings!
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(Man, my captcha is actually a giant blur. Best guess, 'cases'. Wish me luck!)
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