MINI-FILL CONTINUED MOAR: Charles' Poor Life Decisions
anonymous
November 5 2011, 06:52:42 UTC
(Okay, so this is the anon from above who was going to write another fill but I talked to sharpestscalpel and we are gonna collaborate. This could go really well, or it could end in explosions and tears and dinosaur maulings. We'll see.)
If Charles had had any damn sense, he'd have had sex with his bathers when he was a teenager like all the other princes he knew. (Like Erik his traitorous mind whispered).
But no, it had meant so much to Raven, that she and Charles could play with the unicorns together. And admittedly, playing with the unicorns had been delightful at the time.
Still, in retrospect, Charles couldn't help but feel he'd made a poor life decision. Because now he was getting chained up by a creepy demonic king on a semi-regular basis, used as bait to draw in the unicorns to their deaths. And Shaw had made it clear, it was Charles or it was Raven.
And not just that, but he was providing a free show for not just Shaw but also for certain other people that Charles really hated right now. Like stupid princes with stupid green
( ... )
MINI-FILL CONTINUED MOAR: Where There Is Life, There is Hope
anonymous
November 5 2011, 07:34:31 UTC
Finally, finally Shaw is finished with the ritual, and with his post-ritual ritual, where he reminds Charles repeatedly how wonderful he is and how grateful Shaw is and how much Charles owes him and how lying on a slab for a few hours isn't such a bad way to repay him, now is it, Charles?
Charles wants to vomit. And to cry. But not in front of Shaw. Never in front of Shaw. Instead he bows, expressionless, and strides into the forest, hoping to lose his way, lose himself, if only for a few blissful minutes
( ... )
MINI-FILL CONTINUED MOAR: By The Light Of The Silvery MoonsharpestscalpelNovember 5 2011, 20:28:18 UTC
He was going to leave, really, he was: Erik was a prince, dammit, and princes didn't wait in the forest in the middle of the night for... assignations that were never going to take place. He kicked at a tree root but his foot caught. Erik fell face down into a pile of rotting leaves.
Lovely. Because the night couldn't get any more perfect.
Erik heaved a sigh, then, because the night could in fact get more perfect - Mother Night was obviously laughing at him. The clouds parted, silvery moon beams filled the small clearing, and Charles came into view.
Still wearing the loose white shirt and pants Shaw thought was most appropriate - though it just made Erik want to dirty the man up. The fabric at his wrists and ankles was dirty; Erik would have to polish the chains before the next ritual.
That sounded far more euphemistic then it had when he'd originally thought it. Good thing he hadn't actually said it.
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Solace of the Shadows
anonymous
November 5 2011, 22:52:47 UTC
Charles suppresses a vicious surge of satisfaction at seeing Erik covered in rotting leaves, rotting like his black heart.
"Why did you call me here?" he asks softly.
Erik merely looks up at him. (Charles pretends he doesn't look utterly fetching, on his knees like that) He looks at Charles, then looks away. Opens his mouth as if to answer, and closes it. It's as if Erik himself doesn't know.
"I--" falters Erik. "I have a plan." Which he proceeds to explain to Charles, only stumbling a few times over his words.
Charles goes cold with shock. He knows, somehow Erik knows about the unicorn horn that the (rapidly diminishing) herd had given to Charles, that Charles had given to Raven to take away to be forged into a weapon that can bring down Shaw --
But no, Erik continues to explain that Charles and Erik would need to perform the ritual themselves, without Shaw around, in order to get ahold of a unicorn horn. For the greater good, of course.
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Dark of the Night
anonymous
November 6 2011, 00:06:59 UTC
And so it is that Erik smuggles Charles out of the palace on a night of the waning moon. They can't wait for the next full moon night, since that is when Shaw will be doing his own ritual. Erik is taking a gamble -- he says from his own research that an almost full moon should be close enough.
Charles is feeling better than he has in ages, now that he's actually taking charge of his own life again. It has absolutely nothing to do with being in close quarters with the man by his side.
He stumbles in the dark and Erik grabs his wrist to steady him. Charles flushes with heat, and his denial shatters.
Shit. You and those poor life decisions, Charles. You could have any number of valorous, steadfast and true knights, princes or princesses, and yet it is this one, Shaw's right hand, whom you have chosen. Well done.
Charles starts walking faster, now eager to have this over and done with.
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It doesn't work.
Charles doesn't know if it is because the night is wrong, or if Erik is simply not a skilled enough dark mage (
( ... )
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Dark of the NightsharpestscalpelNovember 6 2011, 02:52:43 UTC
He hadn't intended to kiss Charles. He hadn't, truly, because unicorns only associated with virgins and Charles was a virgin and kissing Charles...
With his tongue in Charles's mouth, the virginity requirement seemed a lot more difficult to fulfill.
Charles tasted sweet, like the honey he put in his tea every morning. Not that Erik watched him down the length of the breakfast table. Sweet like honey and a little bit spicy like the red pepper jelly Erik ate on toast for his own breakfast.
He sucked on Charles's lower lip, nipped at it just for the satisfaction of feeling the soft flesh between his teeth. Something about unicorns. Something about virgins.
Erik obviously wasn't a good enough dark mage to play the role of unicorn killer but, oh, he thought he could handle despoiling certain virgins. With enthusiasmIt took him a few panting moments to realize that the hand on his shoulder was pushing away, was trying to put space between their bodies - and while Erik was many very bad things to which he'd freely admit, he wasn't
( ... )
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Dark of the Night
anonymous
November 6 2011, 03:54:27 UTC
Charles is pretty sure that as an evil (not really), dark(ish) mage, Erik should probably taste like death or decay or dead kittens or something foul, not cinnamon with a metallic tang underneath.
He should probably be protesting.
And he will.
In a minute.
Well, maybe two minutes.
Or so.
Finally he gets his hand to move, and shoves Erik kind of half-heartedly in the shoulder, but it works because Erik pulls off of him (no don't) eventually.
And then Erik frees him from the chain and makes Charles an offer he doesn't want to refuse.
If Charles had an ounce of sense he would say no. But he's tired. He's tired of being Shaw's pawn and tired of holding the line on his own (and god, can't those stupid unicorns just migrate already and save themselves) and can't he have just one thing, one thing just for himself.
He slides down off the slab, stands in front of Erik. And pulls him down for another kiss.
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Dark of the NightsharpestscalpelNovember 6 2011, 16:35:05 UTC
Well, then. Erik hadn't been expecting that. Charles was shorter than he was, so Erik had to bend - and he was renowned as an unbending, strict, and rigid
( ... )
Prince Erik is in love with Charles, but they can't do it because, you know, unicorns. And because Charles doesn't want Shaw using Raven instead.
But eventually they do it anyway (good job, guys) and Charles gets thrown in prison and Erik gets cast out of the kingdom.
BUT TRUE LOVE PREVAILS, OBVIOUSLY, AND SOMEHOW THEY GET BACK TOGETHER AND OVERTHROW SHAW AND SAVE A BUNCH OF UNICORNS OR SOMETHING.
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Charles had wanted to play with the unicorns more than he'd wanted to play with himself bwuhhahahahahahaha.
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LMFAO. Oh god my gut hurts.
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If Charles had had any damn sense, he'd have had sex with his bathers when he was a teenager like all the other princes he knew. (Like Erik his traitorous mind whispered).
But no, it had meant so much to Raven, that she and Charles could play with the unicorns together. And admittedly, playing with the unicorns had been delightful at the time.
Still, in retrospect, Charles couldn't help but feel he'd made a poor life decision. Because now he was getting chained up by a creepy demonic king on a semi-regular basis, used as bait to draw in the unicorns to their deaths. And Shaw had made it clear, it was Charles or it was Raven.
And not just that, but he was providing a free show for not just Shaw but also for certain other people that Charles really hated right now. Like stupid princes with stupid green ( ... )
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Charles wants to vomit. And to cry. But not in front of Shaw. Never in front of Shaw. Instead he bows, expressionless, and strides into the forest, hoping to lose his way, lose himself, if only for a few blissful minutes ( ... )
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2. I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE THE SAME PERSON, SO NOW I AM REALLY CONFUSED
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Lovely. Because the night couldn't get any more perfect.
Erik heaved a sigh, then, because the night could in fact get more perfect - Mother Night was obviously laughing at him. The clouds parted, silvery moon beams filled the small clearing, and Charles came into view.
Still wearing the loose white shirt and pants Shaw thought was most appropriate - though it just made Erik want to dirty the man up. The fabric at his wrists and ankles was dirty; Erik would have to polish the chains before the next ritual.
That sounded far more euphemistic then it had when he'd originally thought it. Good thing he hadn't actually said it.
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"Why did you call me here?" he asks softly.
Erik merely looks up at him. (Charles pretends he doesn't look utterly fetching, on his knees like that) He looks at Charles, then looks away. Opens his mouth as if to answer, and closes it. It's as if Erik himself doesn't know.
"I--" falters Erik. "I have a plan." Which he proceeds to explain to Charles, only stumbling a few times over his words.
Charles goes cold with shock. He knows, somehow Erik knows about the unicorn horn that the (rapidly diminishing) herd had given to Charles, that Charles had given to Raven to take away to be forged into a weapon that can bring down Shaw --
But no, Erik continues to explain that Charles and Erik would need to perform the ritual themselves, without Shaw around, in order to get ahold of a unicorn horn. For the greater good, of course.
Of course, thinks Charles bitterly ( ... )
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Charles is feeling better than he has in ages, now that he's actually taking charge of his own life again. It has absolutely nothing to do with being in close quarters with the man by his side.
He stumbles in the dark and Erik grabs his wrist to steady him. Charles flushes with heat, and his denial shatters.
Shit. You and those poor life decisions, Charles. You could have any number of valorous, steadfast and true knights, princes or princesses, and yet it is this one, Shaw's right hand, whom you have chosen. Well done.
Charles starts walking faster, now eager to have this over and done with.
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It doesn't work.
Charles doesn't know if it is because the night is wrong, or if Erik is simply not a skilled enough dark mage ( ( ... )
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With his tongue in Charles's mouth, the virginity requirement seemed a lot more difficult to fulfill.
Charles tasted sweet, like the honey he put in his tea every morning. Not that Erik watched him down the length of the breakfast table. Sweet like honey and a little bit spicy like the red pepper jelly Erik ate on toast for his own breakfast.
He sucked on Charles's lower lip, nipped at it just for the satisfaction of feeling the soft flesh between his teeth. Something about unicorns. Something about virgins.
Erik obviously wasn't a good enough dark mage to play the role of unicorn killer but, oh, he thought he could handle despoiling certain virgins. With enthusiasmIt took him a few panting moments to realize that the hand on his shoulder was pushing away, was trying to put space between their bodies - and while Erik was many very bad things to which he'd freely admit, he wasn't ( ... )
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He should probably be protesting.
And he will.
In a minute.
Well, maybe two minutes.
Or so.
Finally he gets his hand to move, and shoves Erik kind of half-heartedly in the shoulder, but it works because Erik pulls off of him (no don't) eventually.
And then Erik frees him from the chain and makes Charles an offer he doesn't want to refuse.
If Charles had an ounce of sense he would say no. But he's tired. He's tired of being Shaw's pawn and tired of holding the line on his own (and god, can't those stupid unicorns just migrate already and save themselves) and can't he have just one thing, one thing just for himself.
He slides down off the slab, stands in front of Erik. And pulls him down for another kiss.
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