Heheh, I'm surprised it makes any sense at all, the movie plot is ENTIRELY ridiculous, and this is an even more ridiculous mishmash. BUT HERE IS MORE ANYWAY.
Then they had filthy, fantastic sex again, but that wasn’t the point. That's when I completely lost it, or I should say lost it this time through. The pacing is great, I love your prose style, and everything just fits. This is so beautifully done.
I really wish I knew who you were, anon (so I could stalk your works!). I can't say I am the biggest fan of Pretty Woman, but I adore this story and these boys sfm.
De-anoning because OMG I actually finished something :D
Charles woke into a different world. Everything was beautiful, Erik was lying beside him under a warm hummock of bedclothes, and last night they had kissed and Charles had fallen hopelessly in love.
It would be all right now, all of it. Overnight his little kernel of an idea had blossomed, and the ridiculous, unbelievable easy way out didn’t seem so unbelievable after all. He washed and dressed, paced, fiddled with things and finally drew himself up as tall as he could and told himself be a man. He took a deep, shuddering breath, gathered his nerve and picked up the phone. Two calls, and they might be the most important calls he ever made.
Afterwards his knees were trembling. He was really going to do this.
Erik was still fast asleep, sprawled on his back. Charles frowned at him. Surely it wasn’t normal, he must sleep for eight hours a night. So much wasted time. Still, it would be a shame to disturb him. He found a piece of hotel stationary instead.
Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 5b/5 (warning - tiny bit of violence)so_shhyNovember 6 2011, 23:02:10 UTC
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Same old Tony, Charles thought, wriggling in the enthusiastic embrace. Ten seconds after you met him his tongue was in your mouth. The man was a force of nature. ‘How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just run around kissing people?’ he said.
‘At least one more,’ Tony said, leaning in again.
Charles laughed. Tony Stark, billionaire CEO of Stark Industries, had been his very first schoolboy crush and had kissed him more times than he could count. ‘One,’ he said, ‘for old time’s sake, and because I need the world’s biggest favour. After that I’m off limits. I’ve met someone, Tony. He’s lovely.’
Tony grinned. ‘Then this is by way of congratulations.’
It was a nice kiss, but it wasn’t Erik.
‘Thank you. Never try that again.’ Charles disengaged himself. ‘Now, this favour, he said, ushering Tony into the elevator. ‘It’s about my company.’
Tony was amenable to the favour. He was very amenable. ‘Charles, you know I’ve been looking for a ready-made biotechnology division,’ he said. ‘The only reason I haven’t bought out
( ... )
Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 5c/5 (warning - tiny bit of violence)so_shhyNovember 6 2011, 23:05:33 UTC
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The last time they’d fought with their fists they’d been teenagers. Cain was a hulking man now, a good six inches taller and sixty pounds heavier than Charles, and the blow hurt like fuck. Charles found himself on the floor, one hand clapped to his cheek, rapidly realising that this was turning out to be the worst day of his life. He scrambled up again, shaking with fury, not caring if he got beaten to a pulp just so long as he got to hurt Cain Marko somehow
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‘Of course I was,’ Charles said, wishing she’d stop getting hung up on minor details like hitting and kissing when Erik was gone, and they might never see each other again, and his heart would break and he’d end up sitting under that tree in Griffith Park and crying while kids poked at him with sticks. ‘What am I going to do? I don’t know where he lives or how to find him, I don’t even know his real name
( ... )
Please someone write thisss.
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That's when I completely lost it, or I should say lost it this time through. The pacing is great, I love your prose style, and everything just fits. This is so beautifully done.
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Charles woke into a different world. Everything was beautiful, Erik was lying beside him under a warm hummock of bedclothes, and last night they had kissed and Charles had fallen hopelessly in love.
It would be all right now, all of it. Overnight his little kernel of an idea had blossomed, and the ridiculous, unbelievable easy way out didn’t seem so unbelievable after all. He washed and dressed, paced, fiddled with things and finally drew himself up as tall as he could and told himself be a man. He took a deep, shuddering breath, gathered his nerve and picked up the phone. Two calls, and they might be the most important calls he ever made.
Afterwards his knees were trembling. He was really going to do this.
Erik was still fast asleep, sprawled on his back. Charles frowned at him. Surely it wasn’t normal, he must sleep for eight hours a night. So much wasted time. Still, it would be a shame to disturb him. He found a piece of hotel stationary instead.
Erik, he wrote.
I’ve ( ... )
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Same old Tony, Charles thought, wriggling in the enthusiastic embrace. Ten seconds after you met him his tongue was in your mouth. The man was a force of nature. ‘How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just run around kissing people?’ he said.
‘At least one more,’ Tony said, leaning in again.
Charles laughed. Tony Stark, billionaire CEO of Stark Industries, had been his very first schoolboy crush and had kissed him more times than he could count. ‘One,’ he said, ‘for old time’s sake, and because I need the world’s biggest favour. After that I’m off limits. I’ve met someone, Tony. He’s lovely.’
Tony grinned. ‘Then this is by way of congratulations.’
It was a nice kiss, but it wasn’t Erik.
‘Thank you. Never try that again.’ Charles disengaged himself. ‘Now, this favour, he said, ushering Tony into the elevator. ‘It’s about my company.’
Tony was amenable to the favour. He was very amenable. ‘Charles, you know I’ve been looking for a ready-made biotechnology division,’ he said. ‘The only reason I haven’t bought out ( ... )
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The last time they’d fought with their fists they’d been teenagers. Cain was a hulking man now, a good six inches taller and sixty pounds heavier than Charles, and the blow hurt like fuck. Charles found himself on the floor, one hand clapped to his cheek, rapidly realising that this was turning out to be the worst day of his life. He scrambled up again, shaking with fury, not caring if he got beaten to a pulp just so long as he got to hurt Cain Marko somehow ( ... )
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