#he was like have you thought of visiting erik in (city)? and i was like. yeah

[zemnarihah]

hm. my dad is now aware that i have slept over at eriks when i visit him.

[sweetdispatch]

Can I please have 4 coconut cinnamon buns with cotton candy on top? (I think I did this correctly) thank you in advance 😊 - em

Coffee shop

v' bakery pairing: Victor Mancini x fem!reader summary: Victor was always your rock during tough times but when he left to play in Sweden, the contact between you two disappeared until you saw him again, years later, in Vancouver warning: mentions of tough childhood

For the whole childhood, Victor was always next to you. When you were younger, you were always facing problems in school and at home, but he was helping you as much as he could. He was your rock and you were grateful to have him. He never questioned you, he just wanted you to feel safe. 

Many nights, you were showing up in front of his house because you couldn’t stand your parents' constant arguments. Victor never said a word, his home was your home. His home was your runaway from problems. His parents felt sorry for you and wanted to help you. You treated his parents as your own. 

When Victor told you that he’s going to Sweden, you felt like you’re losing your friend. He promised you that he’s only one phone call away from helping you. His parents always reassure you that you’re welcome in their home even if he’s not there. You thought you could make it work with him far away but the reality was way different. 

You were calling Victor every time when you heard your parents screaming but he stopped answering. He was always repeating to you that he was busy but he’s free now to talk. Slowly, you stopped calling him because you felt that this relation is only one sided. You weren’t visiting his parents because it felt wrong. You were alone in this mess. 

For university, you moved out from your home and never returned. You needed a new, fresh start somewhere, where no one knows you. You tried to forget about Victor but it was tough. You could see his posts in social media about his career. You felt happiness when you saw that he signed a contract with the NHL team because you knew that he put hockey over baseball when he went to Sweden. It was his “I made it” moment. 

Victor never forgot about you. He knew he should keep his promises and stay in touch with you but he got caught up with a new lifestyle. He felt sadness when he heard from his parents that you never showed up during the year to see them. He wanted to reach out to you but something was keeping him away from hitting the send button. 

After graduation, you moved to Vancouver. You got a job offer there and you took it without a doubt. You desperately wanted to leave America and never get back here. Your parents never called you and you were by yourself out there. That’s why the vision of living in Vancouver was tempting for you. 

Victor felt like New York was his place to shine in hockey. He wanted to work hard in Hartford to get back to the first team but to his surprise, he was traded to Vancouver. As much as it hurt him, he felt blessed to get a chance there and be able to work with the first team. He could feel that this trade might be special but he didn’t know why for now. 

Life in Vancouver was tough for you. Not because of your job but because of hockey. When you and Victor stopped talking, you tried to ignore this sport as much as you could. But Vancouver was living by hockey and on every corner you could see the logos and fans. One morning, you were buying a coffee in a shop and heard the news.

Vancouver Canucks traded J.T Miller and Erik Brännström to New York Rangers in exchange for Filip Chytil, Victor Mancini and conditional 2025 first round pick.

You froze in a spot when you heard his name. You felt that you ran away from him and now, he was in the same city as you were. The barista’ voice brought you back from the trance. Quickly, you grabbed your coffee and went to work. You started crying. All the memories came back to you and you felt lost. The city that was supposed to be your safe place is now his place too. 

Victor moved to Vancouver without the knowledge that you also live there. He just wanted to enjoy the city and play hockey. You wished to never meet him again because he hurt you too much when he left you. He broke your trust and never even reached out to you when he was back home. 

Luck wasn’t on your side because Victor lived in the hotel next to the coffee place when you were always buying your morning coffee. When you were waiting for your order, the door opened and you noticed him walking in. He looked the same as you remembered him. The only difference was that he had facial hair and longer hair. 

Victor walked in to buy a coffee before the morning skate. He noticed you standing there and waiting for an order but he thought to himself that this can’t be you. Until he heard the barista saying your name. At that moment, he knew this was definitely you. You grabbed your coffee ready to leave but his voice stopped you. 

“Hi Y/N” Victor said to you and you took a deep sigh. 

“Hi Victor” You told him and there was an awkward silence between you two. 

“I didn’t know you live here” Victor said trying to break the ice.

“If you wouldn’t cut me off years ago, you would know” You told him coldly. 

“Look, I’m sorry…” Before Victor could say anything, you stopped him. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything” You told him. “Now excuse me, I need to go to work”

Those words were stuck with Victor. He knew he messed up really badly but hearing this from you broke something in him. The way you were looking at him, like you hate him. Your voice was so cold without any hints of happiness. He knew he had to fix this but he didn’t know how. 

You felt lost. You wanted Victor back in your life but you didn’t want to be hurt again by him. He broke your trust and vanished from your life just to magically appear again. You didn’t know what to think about this whole situation but you knew for sure that when you saw him, you felt a peace just like the old days. 

Victor decided to call you. He wanted to have a proper conversation with you. He wanted you again in his life. Thankfully, you answered the phone but you were dead silent. He was the one talking and you were only listening to him. You weren’t even sure what you were supposed to tell him. The only thing that you told him after he finished his monologue was “I missed you”.

You still felt that there’s much more to talk about but you wanted to take slow steps. You didn’t want to rush anything. You were just happy to have your friend back. You could tell that Victor is trying his hardest to repay for all the years he missed in your life. Both of you were adults now and you felt that this was the fresh start of your friendship.

[sleep-0-deprived]

I saw on your masterlist you had an OCs category are there any OCs that you have that you'd want to just talk about? -🐝 (I love your writing)

Info on my OC’s~! Ი︵𐑼

A/N: I know I write lots bout random characters I make up, so here’s s’ome info on em <33

Dean: from this oneshot

Dean is a manager for idols and singers, he’s older he’s been in the business for a while, he has a couple ex wives but no kids. He’s manipulative and uses his power to exploit the reader, he’s obsessed an all infatuated, if he can’t win the readers love then he forces it. Side info is he loves to spoil reader to make up for the ‘abuse’ though he’d gaslight you into thinking it’s love.

Cowboy: from this imagine and this imagine pt 2

In this universe reader is a son of a rich family, just visiting a ranch on vacation and tha Cowboy, works as a farm hand on the ranch, you two start a fling over the summer when you see him around all tha time, seeing him around the stables he starts to feel some feelings for you, mostly lust but he finds your city boy style to be annoying and your bratty attitude to be cute. By all means he loves taming you like a cowboy does a bull. Side note he loves to make fun of how you try to dress- when you dress too overly southern to try and fit in with tacky outfits you think people wear, he laughs.

Luke: from this Drabble

Like is a total gym rat of a roommate, he’s popular and cool he has a large friend group and is outgoing, he’s not what you’d expect to be the roommate of the reader but he’s totally smitten by you and your body, he adored you he compliments you and he even takes you to parties with him, he never hooks up with the girls that throw themselves at him cause he only has eyes for you. He will snap on the spot at anyone who says something bad about you- he’s like a protective dog over you

Older wolf: from this thoughts and this oneshot

This wolf is a bit of a loner out in his pack- or non existent pack cause he excludes himself and lives alone with you- his bunny husband. He’s old and rough but he’s loyal and he hunts to provide for you and him- he hopes to provide for cubs soon too. He’s old enough in life that he feels he needs to knock you up with litters by now. It’s a primal and domestic want of his. To have a family with you. On a side note he’s very traditional- he wants you to be a house bunny and him to be a breadwinner or in this case the hunter.

Erik: from this oneshot

Erik has always been a target for bullies for years until he wasn’t, he spent years changing himself to be better to be someone that people liked instead of mocking and he never hated you— he wanted to and he knew he shout. Maybe he did for a year or two. He watched you from afar damn near stalking over you holding a grudge even thinking about beating your pretty little face to a pulp but then it hit him one day that using your body- the thing you prided and loved. To use that against you would be the ultimate revenge and breaking of yourself. After that he was addicted to you in a different way.

Cheating DILF: from this imagine

This man was Middle aged. Last mid life crisis and he is married with kids- he’s miserable- he’s unsatisfied and closeted. His new assistant, the reader. You become his side piece. He drives a nice car and lives in a perfect suburban house but all he truly wants is you- he knows he lives a lie and his wife is probably aware of his affair. You probably aren’t the first man he’s had but you are the one he felt so strongly for- whether it was simply a strong lust or true love for you he feels something. As long as you continue the affair you’ll just be his dirty secret because he’s made it clear he’ll never leave his wife even if he wants you more.

Monster: from this imagine

This monster is lonely. In this universe the reader is out for a walk and this monster needs a mate- it has been unmated for centuries it has so much pent up need and desperation that he mates reader in no regards on his abilities to produce offspring- it soon realizes you won’t give it any babies but at-least the monster can still fuck you and you’re unable to leave him..he’s ok with that- as long as it has a hole to shove itself inside then the monster is happy with you and your holes.

John: from this oneshot

John is a lonely man in a lonelier marriage to your mother- he loved her dearly at one point but now he’s in a ship wreck of a love life and you became something convenient to his empty life. You bring back a long lost spark and fill a void inside him. Side note John always thought himself to be 100% straight until he met you, then something inside him changed- you were the first man he listed after- you gave him his bisexual awakening during his mid life crisis.

psychic OC: from this oneshot

In a universe where hybrids exist he is a jock. A football player with a seemingly human body- but his hybrid half has psychic abilities. It is unknown what type of hybrid he is but he’s a total freak- the guys on the team respect him but he doesn’t hang around with them and party like the other typical players. He’s popular in his own right but he doesn’t make himself known intentionally. All he focuses on is you- he seen you for the first time when he started university and seen your name on the roster. Curiosity peaked and the next thing he knew he watched you from afar in a possessive manner until his need for you snapped.

Adonis: from this oneshot

Adonis is a male idol, a pop star and a model in the side, you meet in this universe at a concert and hit it off from there, becoming his personal groupie- his. And of course you don’t mind! You’re obsessed with him, he’s like a god to you. Adonis has fake bleached blonde hair with his roots barely peaking through, his real hair color is black and he has green eyes, he’s just as manipulative as you, by the end of it the two of you are a situationship, a very toxic one that you neither seem to want to escape from.

[brainddeadd]

https://www.tumblr.com/brainddeadd/764737917110386688/nico-hischier-request-maybe-yn-going-to-prague

Sorry, I thought I had finished my request before I sent it but it was meant to say that Y/n, Nico, Jack, Timo, and Erik take like Seamus and Simon out for the day to explore

Family Day in Prague

i really hope this is what you were thinking and that you enjoy !!

i kinda made it like a mum and dad taking their kids out for the day

The cobblestone streets of Prague glistened under the morning sun, the historic architecture towering above like ancient guardians. You adjusted your sunglasses and looked at the group gathered around you, a motley crew of young players buzzing with excitement. Nico stood next to you, his arm casually draped around your shoulders, a playful grin on his face.

“Alright, team!” you called, clapping your hands together. “Who’s ready for a day of exploring?”

Jack, with his characteristic enthusiasm, bounced on his heels. “I am! What’s first on the agenda?”

You glanced at the map, your excitement bubbling over. “We’re starting with the Old Town Square. There’s a market there that’s supposed to have the best trdelník in the city.”

Simon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s trdelník?”

Nico chuckled, leaning down to explain. “It’s a sweet pastry, like a cinnamon roll, but better. Trust us, you’ll love it.”

Timo, with his laid-back demeanor, interjected, “And then we should check out the Astronomical Clock. It’s like the coolest thing ever.”

Erik Haula, always the wise one, nodded in agreement. “Just don’t get lost in the crowd. It can get pretty hectic.”

You smiled at the playful banter between the guys, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. “Don’t worry; I’ll keep everyone together. Just think of it as a family day out,” you teased, nudging Nico.

“Great. I’m the dad, then,” he replied, feigning an exaggerated sigh as he adjusted his cap. “Just remember, no running off and getting lost.”

“Only if you promise to buy us all ice cream later,” Shea chimed in, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Deal!” you laughed, leading the way down the bustling streets. The chatter of the group filled the air, laughter blending with the sounds of the city.

As you wandered through the market, you and Nico shared playful glances, enjoying the chaos of managing your “kids.” You picked up a few trdelník and passed them around, watching as their faces lit up with delight.

“This is amazing!” Jack exclaimed, crumbs falling from his mouth. “We need to come back here every year!”

You leaned into Nico, watching the young players enjoy themselves. “Who knew taking care of them could be this fun?” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

Nico grinned back, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Yeah, but I think we deserve a break after this.”

“Not until we visit the castle!” you countered, ready for the next adventure. “Come on, guys! Let’s go!”

The group cheered, and as you all made your way toward Prague Castle, you felt a sense of joy wash over you. This was more than just a day out; it was a reminder of the family you were creating together—one filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable memories.

[muraae]

i’m sorry (but also really not) but this the vaultghoul poto au has me in a chokehold- and i don’t know if i’ll ever write or if someone else wants the challenge, but here are my thoughts on what the au could be.

a vaultghoul phantom of the opera au where cooper is the phantom and lucy is christine.

would have elements from both the book, musical, and the show.

cooper obviously looks like how he is in the show for his disfigurement, and wears a black half mask to cover the upper half of his- also kudos for this because coop does look exactly like erik (the phantom) in the book.

debating if cooper will be born deformed or someone or something causes him to be disfigured.

i personally like the latter more just to play with the idea of cooper once being a famous star within the opera house who befell a terrible incident that ruined his life and is now embittered and angry, wishing to exact vengeance against those that ruined his life.

only a slightish change, but ‘the ghoul’ is added along with ‘the phantom’ and ‘the opera ghost’ as his other aliases.

lucy is a ballet dancer in the opera, the daughter of the famous soprano, rose maclean. i’m not certain where hank would be for this au, but he’s not exactly in the family picture, but i would want him to cause some kind of conflict in the future.

slow down there abbie, we don’t have time to write a full story- let’s just stick to the basics.

lucy and norm come to live and work at the opera house under the care of moldaver (madame giry) after the death of their mother- lucy in the ballet corps. and norm with the stagehands.

lucy had always been a talented singer until she hears a voice in the halls, vents, and the grand stage she visits late at night, and starts starts teaching her that the managers begin to take notice.

cooper takes notice of lucy whenever she walls the grand stage late at night singing to herself. he becomes intrigued by her.

so cooper watches lucy from afar and doesn’t make himself known to her as the ‘voice’ until he finds her crying in the opera chapel, grieving for her mother after a long, trying day.

mother said, "When i'm in heaven, child, i will send the angel of music to you."

cooper commends her voice, but tells lucy it needs training. he offers her voice lessons, promising to help lucy become the greatest singer the world has seen- does it come at a cost later on for his own purposes- that it is for all to decide if lucy is a means to an end but ends up wrecking his plans by becoming more.

fuck i’m getting sidetracked again-

over the years the two develop a bond that extends the bounds of teacher and student, cooper’s infatuation with lucy becoming deeper.

steph is lucy’s roommate and friend- sharing the role of meg with norm- and she and norm are the only two who can put up with lucy’s disappearances and odd hours, though are concerned by the strange behavior.

cooper continues to reign the opera house as his domain, demanding the managers to follow his instructions on how the opera should run, and causes ‘accidents’ if anything doesn’t go his way.

on the night of the gala, lucy finds herself replacing the prima donna when the former falls ill. she is an overnight sensation and ensnares the hearts of half the city, and much to cooper’s jealous chagrin, catches the eye of the opera’s newest patron.

i’m tempted to make maximus raoul, however, monty would fit a little better- so we’re going with monty because i want this vicomte and his intentions towards the new starlet to be sinister. because fuck monty.

lucy is at first flattered by monty’s attention, but becomes soon after uncomfortable by his advances.

and though she is charmed by the young detective (maximus) that was hired by the managers to prove there is no opera ghost, she is still drawn to the mysterious voice.

on the night of her triumph, cooper reveals himself and takes lucy into the vast underground tunnels of the opera house. it is here where lucy becomes enamored by the man who has given her so much, but is confused why he wears the mask. Surely a face would match a voice as beautiful and deep as his.

it only takes removing a mask to change the course of a relationship and for the two of them to cross the point of no return.

[gerec]

Hi again, gerec! I hope you've been well 🥹👋🍀

First of all, I'd like to thank you for replying to my fic rec ask a few months ago— your answer has helped me immensely in discovering new cherik fics! 😭🙏💗

Second, I hope you don't mind that I'm asking for another fic rec again from you: do you know any cherik fics that are not set in new york and also aren't road-trip themed? I'm referring to fanfics like "Paper Monsters" by Clocks or "Anarchy in the U.K" by yahtzee, where we as a reader get to learn about the country or city that the fanfic is set on from cherik's eyes :o I tried to consult your masterlist first before asking, but I don't think there's a specific category for it yet? (Please correct me if I'm wrong on that, though! 🙇‍♀️)

I'll gladly take anyyy kind of AUs or tropes that you'll offer if you have any— it's just so much fun to see cherik outside of new york and being like tourists or locals in their respective fic settings hehe 🥹🫶

Thank you once again for all of your wonderful fic recs and ask answers, gerec! I swear you've made my cherik experience 10000x more pleasant than navigating everything all by myself, so I appreciate all of your hard work. I hope you'll have an amazing day ahead 🫂💖

Hello friend! Here are some fics that take place outside of New York, where the city or setting is an interesting or relevant part of the plot. I hope you enjoy!!! :D

i guess i should say thanks or some shit by orphan_account

believe it or not, charles has a well-thought-out moral philosophy. he doesn’t follow it. but he has thought it out.

alternatively: charles and erik douche it up in amsterdam.

Strict Machine by euphorbic

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest.

A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

Club Avalon by stewardess

1970s San Francisco mutant-owned leather club AU. Erik wants Charles to be his boy, then wants Charles to be something more. Through the miracle of hand-waving, Charles and Raven are 18, Erik 38, and everyone else slightly older than movie age. I planned a short PWP, but Charles and Erik were determined to have their epic romance no matter the setting.

The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco by clarasteam

Charles and Erik's recruiting trip leads them to San Francisco and the counter-culture of the Beat Generation. But who is the mysterious mutant they've come to find, and why is it proving so hard to track him down? The answer will change their relationship in ways neither of them had anticipated.

An Amateur Psychic's Guide to Remembering What Was Lost by midrashic

Hong Kong, 2011. Erik Lehnsherr lives in limbo: scrounging up money to pay rent from gambling dens or the scrapyard, not using his psychic powers, not dealing with his PTSD. When a teenage fellow psychic shows up at his shithole apartment with a get-rich-quick scheme, he's pulled into a world he thought he left behind—a world of brutal powers, deadly government experiments, and a mysterious man with a suitcase who is going to change his life… again.

Flower and Willow and Steel by ninemoons42

The hunt for international war criminals has led Erik Lehnsherr all over the world and then some, and it's gotten to the point where it's become his life. What is he to do when his list of names leads him to Japan, a culture he knows less than absolutely nothing about? Luckily he's not entirely been left to fend for himself in a strange country where the people speak a strange language and follow strange customs. Luckily he's been handed a key - except that this key is a person, and this person is carrying around even more secrets than Erik can guess.

Mercy of the Fallen (the AirDrop Security Update 2.0) by pocky_slash

Erik Lehnsherr feels defined by his past sins and after years of acting against his own moral compass, he's finally struck out on his own. He's his own boss now, and determined to work hard to help the mutant community and make up for years of doing someone else's dirty work.

Complicating this is Charles Xavier, mutant advocate, genetics professor, unfairly attractive telepath, and owner of the coffee shop below Erik's office. Erik may not think he deserves to be a part of the community he's thrown himself into helping, but Charles has other ideas on the matter, and he's determined to do everything in his power to make Erik see himself as a force for good.

This Is Not Comedy by baehj2915

Written for amarriageoftrueminds' prompt for a Cherik version of Louis CK's tangent about the fuckability of Ewan McGregor.

Naturally the similarities end there. I made this about Erik's full on public lust-filled gay revelation, and the chaos that spirals from there.

The Proper Care of Actors by afrocurl, Clear_Liqueur, Clocks, Etharei

Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

From Westminster With Love by thehoyden

NATO intelligence says there’s an omega-class telepath who sleeps under Westminster. Major Erik Lehnsherr is about to find out the truth for himself.

May Morning by Rosie_Rues

Erik came to Oxford looking for an expert on human mutation. He ends up shagging a drunk telepath.

Slight AU, in which they meet for the first time in Oxford.

Someone to Love the Both of Us by emperors_girl

In the nursery, the baby is still crying. Charles leaves Erik where he sleeps and goes to pick up the child. They'll both be gone by the time Erik wakes.

Charles Xavier's A+ Guide to Management (or, How to Completely Destroy Your Life Without Even Trying) by fro_baby

In which Charles and Erik run a newspaper, wrangle interns, outrun the feds, outwit a multinational crime lord, get royally fucked over (twice), eat prawns, argue over comma errors, dodge (and fail to dodge) airborne projectiles, make many snarky remarks, drive around in the desert, fight, make up, fight again, and slowly (but surely) fall in love.

April by nextraordinaire

In the sharp, unforgiving plains of the Canadian Arctic, Erik is since long adapted to solitude and silence. Separated from civilization, dedicated to nothing but his research, he has formed a life that suits him. There is nothing he would ever want to change. So, naturally, the arrival of grad student Charles Xavier upends everything Erik ever thought he wanted, for better or for worse.

Hiddensee by mollyknight

Instead of being captured, Erik Lehnsherr escaped Poland with his family to the secluded island of Hiddensee. Here in the Baltic Sea, he grows up far away from the changing social structure of a now mutant-inclusive world, a movement brought about by political leader Charles Xavier. It is this island that happens to be Charles' destination for a relaxing break from his stressful work, a quiet summer retreat with no distractions...

Years Falling Like Grains Of Sand by clarasteam

Seven years after they met and parted, Charles and Erik meet again in the most unlikely place.

we'll all be gone for the summer by pocky_slash

Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

Until You Make It by AndreaDTX

Erik Lehnsherr, the junior senator from New York, is a once-in-a-generation political wunderkind. There are even murmurs of a potential bid for President. But at 34, as a young, unmated Alpha, even his most fervent supporters are wary. Finding a bondmate would give him a far greater air of credibility. But dating as a well-known politician is public relations nightmare waiting to happen with no guarantee of finding the right person. Raven, Erik’s campaign manager, has a solution: her brother, Charles Xavier.

Charles has finally found his niche, researching genetic mutations in relative anonymity. Then he gets a call from his sister asking an impossibly huge favor. He's the ideal politician’s mate, but having fled that life years ago, he has little interest in politics or returning to the pretentious, exclusionary upper echelon he loathed during his childhood.

When the two finally meet, sparks immediately fly, making it the perfect pairing of convenience. But it’s more than a question of chemistry. They have to survive the media, the tabloids, and the political opponents who’d love nothing more than to take them down.

I'll see your heart (and I'll raise you mine) by sirona

For Kriminalhauptkommissar Erik Lehnsherr, this case will change everything.

[superherotiger]

*pokes head through your catflap* humbly asking for a 97 drabble of pietro (+wanda? rahne? anyone else if you want) looking for erik post-ep5

This definitely became bigger than a drabble but I hope you enjoy it bestie haha!

AO3

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The eeriest moment on a battlefield wasn’t the fight itself, but the silence that followed in its wake.

Genosha was a void of sound. Streets that were once filled with music and laughter had been smothered beneath layers of rubble, and statues that represented hope to so many were now torn down and scattered across the broken palace. The city was once a home to thousands of mutants- new lives just waiting to begin.

Now, it was nothing but a graveyard.

Pietro had seen his fair share of battlefields, but they all paled in comparison to Genosha. At least- what was left of it. Debris stretched for miles in every direction, creating a perilous, scorched terrain that few had dared to enter.

The last known survivor had been brought into camp nearly three weeks ago. The last body that had been recovered over two. Despite how hard X-Factor had been working since they touched down on the island, even they were beginning to lose hope.

But Pietro couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop moving.

Couldn’t stop searching.

Couldn’t stop until he found…

The team were beginning to worry about him, he knew. Especially Lorna. He could always feel her eyes following him whenever he left camp on another fruitless search in the desolate remains of the city.

“Pietro… it may be time to end the search and turn our energy towards the survivors,” Lorna had told him earlier that morning.

“How can you say that?” Pietro bit back coldly. “There are still hundreds missing!”

“And there are hundreds more here, right now- and they need us,” Lorna implored, her eyes betraying the grief and exhaustion they both felt. “We can’t keep chasing ghosts, Pietro.”

“And what makes you think there are no survivors left?” he asked bitterly. 

Lorna’s expression softened with pity.

There was nothing Pietro hated more than pity.

“I know what he meant to you…”

Pietro didn’t stay long enough to hear the rest of her words. He couldn’t bear it. Not the crushing sympathy in her gaze or the truth awaiting in her patient voice. He just couldn’t accept it.

Not yet- not until he knew for certain that his father had fallen in this hellish wasteland. 

The thought seemed impossible to comprehend. Magneto was not one to die easily- history had proven it time and time again. To believe that the man hadn’t clawed his way out of death like he had a dozen times before seemed like a disservice to his strength and resilience.

So no, Pietro didn’t stop his search.

For hours he traversed the decimated land, digging through endless mountains of rubble and climbing through the unstable burrows and tunnels that wove beneath the surface. While Pietro searched for any survivor or body he could recover, his heart longed to find his father above all else. The two hadn’t always been on the best of terms, but they were attempting to mend old wounds in recent years. To make something new out of a history littered with secrets and betrayals.

Pietro should have gone to see his father sooner. He regretted not seeking him out as soon as he heard the rumours of Magneto’s reform, or better yet after the trial by the UN swung in his favour. Over the past months Pietro had considered going to visit, but without fail he would talk himself out of it. Tell himself that his father didn’t need to be bothered. That he would find another time.

And as was the speedster’s cruel fate, time had run out.

It always did…

The sound of shifting rubble drew Pietro out of his fixation, peering up from the pit of cracked walls and shattered glass that had once been someone’s home to find the source of the noise. For a moment, he felt his heart spark with hope. Perhaps there was another survivor. Maybe he hadn’t been too late-

“Pietro?”

His hope swiftly extinguished at the familiar voice.

“You shouldn’t be this far out- it’s dangerous,” Pietro called back with barely concealed frustration.

Drawn to his voice, a figure covered in dusty red fur climbed over the ledge of debris and gazed down at him in relief. “I could say the same to you,” Rahne -the youngest member of X-Factor- chimed back lightly, pearly white eyes shifting to emerald green as she returned to her human form.

Pietro ignored her comment and started shoving aside broken furniture and scorched foundations again to continue his mission, asking sharply, “Did Lorna send you to retrieve me?”

Rocks skidded as Rahne came to join him in the hollow, kneeling down beside the speedster before she answered gently, “No. I came because I was worried about you.”

Pietro scoffed, though regret was quick to flood in when he noticed Rahne’s saddened stare in the corner of his eye. He took a breath so not to let any harsh words slip. Rahne deserved better than that. “Though I appreciate your concern, it’s unnecessary. You should return to the camp where it’s safe,” he suggested.

“It would do little help,” Rahne said, placing a warm hand on his shoulder as she explained, “I can’t stop worrying about you anymore than you can stop worrying about him.”

Pietro’s fingers clenched around the jagged rocks below. “Since when did everybody become an expert on how I feel.”

“Well, are we wrong?”

Sighing, Pietro turned his gaze towards the sky that was painted in shades of orange and pink. It was only now that he realised the sun was well on the way to setting, too lost in his search to notice. No wonder Rahne had been worried.

So, figuring she at least deserved an honest answer, Pietro said, “It’s not that simple. With Magneto, it never is. I hated being his son in the beginning. How could my sister and I have been born of someone so cruel? So monstrous?”

Rahne hummed in understanding -perhaps more understanding than he would ever know- and waited patiently for him to continue.

“I wanted to hate him- and I did, for a long time after we learnt of our connection,” Pietro admitted, before closing his eyes as memories flooded back in like a tidal wave. “And then the Phalanx attacked. You remember how vicious they were- how close we were to losing everything that day.”

“I do,” Rahne said solemnly.

Grimacing, Pietro confessed, “It was my fault… the speed of it, at least. The Phalanx studied and replicated my mutation to hasten their conquest. I was the accelerant to humanity’s downfall.”

“Pietro, you can’t blame yourself like that,” Rahne attempted to sooth. “We were all caught off guard by their attack. And besides, we still won in the end. That’s what really matters.”

“Yes, a victory that relied on Magneto’s cooperation,” Pietro said with a humourless scoff. “My father -the self proclaimed judge, jury and executioner of the world- saved humanity that day. Do you know why, Rahne?”

The girl shook her head.

“He did it for me,” Pietro said, nearly choking on the grief that rose in his throat as he did. “As soon as he heard of my capture, he joined Beast and the others to destroy the Phalanx. Saved the very world he despised just to protect me.”

It was a truth Pietro had never dared to tell anyone else before, afraid of the backlash he might face. He knew his father was a dangerous and hated man. Pietro of all people had not forgotten his transgressions. But no one else knew what it felt like to be the son of Magneto. To hear the words “Thank God you’re safe,” whispered against his temple like a prayer as he soaked in the security of his father’s embrace. To know that the fate of the world had relied on one man’s love for his child.

How could anyone else ever understand that burden -the confusion, the confliction- when Pietro barely understood it himself?

Wrapping his arms around his chest to still the cries that desperately wanted to burst forward, Pietro said shakily, “Do you have any idea how that feels? To know that someone loves you enough that they would sacrifice everything just to keep you? It’s an impossible debt to repay.”

A beat of silence passed, before Rahne asked softly, “Is that why you won’t stop?”

Pietro bowed his head with a sigh. “My father would do the same for me,” he answered simply. “What kind of son am I if I gave up on him now.”

Slowly, Rahne leant her head against Pietro’s shoulder, awaiting his reaction before laying a hand on his arm when he didn’t push her away. “I would never ask you to give up,” she said with such compassion it made his eyes well with tears. “All I ask is that you would take care of yourself. We’ve already lost so many… please, I don’t want to lose you too, Pietro.”

Despite their voices sounding nothing alike, Pietro could hear an echo of his sister’s concern in Rahne’s words. Wanda had asked for the very same thing when they were children. Orphaned and alone and starving, Pietro had done everything in his power to keep her safe, no matter the cost to himself. No matter how hard Wanda begged him to stop and rest.

Now, years later, Rahne had taken his sister’s place. An unfair sentence for such a kind heart. And though Pietro hadn’t been able to spare Wanda of that burden, he refused to let Rahne experience the same thing.

Pietro would not give up on his father. Regardless of where X-Factor went next or how much time passed, there would always be a part of his soul searching for the man. But with a humbling realisation, Pietro knew Magneto wasn’t the only family that needed him right now.

So lifting an arm around Rahne’s shoulders to embrace her like he had done for Wanda so many times before, Pietro assured gently, “I promise you Rahne, you will never lose me. I’m sorry if I ever made you fear that you would.”

Smiling up at him with relief etched into every feature, Rahne teased, “I’m going to hold you to that, Speedy.”

Pietro scoffed in amusement. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Looking ahead, the two watched as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield into shadows and hiding its horrors from view. For the first time since landing in Genosha, the silence didn’t feel uncanny. It felt peaceful. The same peace Pietro felt when Wanda welcomed him with a warm embrace, or when his father pressed an adoring kiss against the crown of his head.

Tightening his hold around Rahne ever so slightly, Pietro was grateful that in his greatest time of uncertainty, he still had family to rely on.

“Ready to head home?” Rahne asked gently.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Pietro felt the crushing weight on his chest ease at last. “Yes, I am,” he answered, pleased that his words were entirely honest.

But pulling out of the embrace with a spark of mischief in her eyes, Rahne joked, “Bet I could beat you in a race.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing the dirt and dust from his suit. “Gambling would not be a wise career for you then,” he said bluntly.

“Sounds like you’re scared, Speedy,” she said as she bounced up to her feet with a grin. “Afraid I’ll win?”

“You’d be talking to my dust before you even said ‘go’,” he mocked, though a smile was quick to follow when Rahne burst into laughter, knowing full well that the speedster would never abandon her, not even for a joke.

It was the most beautiful sound to echo across of Genosha in weeks.

~~~

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[bauliya]

Could you please sum up what 091110 is and why is that great because I see you fangirling over it but I still don't know the basics of the plot

here’s the official summary:

Years later, Charles would remember that day. Sometimes he would wonder if he could have changed anything; other times he would despair over what he had since become. But he would always hold the image in his mind: Raven, laughing, and his thoughts flying alongside her on strong wings, silver-gold through the winter air. Once upon a time.

but my best non-spoilery summary is this:

basically the nuclear apocalypse happens in the 1950s and the two blocs blow each other up, and the top 50 most populous cities in the world are decimated, as are major capitals. 20 years later oxford, where Charles was attending uni at 12 when the bombs dropped, becomes a quasi-military state where he teaches (and does other stuff that is slowly revealed), and every few years representatives of EBS, a shut-off mutant-governed nation in the US come to “claim” powerful mutants. no one knows what happens to them.

charles is swept up and taken to EBS after one such visit and sequestered in a mysterious manor in New York, with no way out. the story is about him basically trying to escape, becoming an important part of EBS leadership, and exploring other (equally and in many cases far more) traumatised and broken characters and their fucked up relationships, including meri jaan Erik. it ties in irl ww2 and Cold War history and politics very deftly which lends it a gut-punch level of historicity and realism. The characters are SO complex and layered you could spend months just dissecting everything and everyone that goes on and also sobbing over Erik.

(SLIGHT SPOILERS)

Charles is an incredibly unreliable narrator who very quickly rises through the ranks of the EBS brass and does horrific shit quite frankly to get his way while being in deep denial and outright lying. Erik is totally psychologically shattered for [redacted] reasons. There’s children. No one’s a good person. It’s really excellent and very long and unfinished (but most of the major “mysteries” are addressed so there is payoff), and I’d highly recommend you read it! But it’s also very steeped in the 2010s dead dove fandom culture so if u can’t tolerate work like that you won’t enjoy it.

[athousandotherfaces]

kynesgrove, morthal, and markarth for the skyrim asks!

Thank you for the ask! Heads up, I've thought about some of these things for the better part of a decade so there's rambling. Enjoy the scroll!

Kynesgrove: What's your favorite non-major city/town/settlement?

Rorikstead! I think that it has such an intriguing position and a narrative that isn't explicitly explored; it's just hinted at through ambient elements and some PC/ NPC dialogue. I really love that it feels cozy, but slightly unsettling if you stop and think about it.

There's the lack of almost any grown women among the residents, aside from one elvish woman in town. It's positioned close to two known Forsworn camps/strongholds (Serpent's Bluff Redoubt and Bleakwind Bluff respectively) Which, hey, yes they could've popped up after the town was established. (which is another strange point of interest: Rorik lives in town and says he founded it: but it's also mentioned as having been founded literal ages ago in written records) The residents mention they haven't had a bad harvest in years. Years, despite war, hardly any work force to harvest things and being easily open to raids from bandits, Forsworn, what have you. Jouane, the healer, has several books on daedric worship in his home, and has an ambient dialogue with one of the young girls not to tell anyone about their 'little secret' when she asks if he can teach her magic. These facts taken together make me think there's a deal between the townsfolk of Rorikstead and the Forsworn that entails ladies of a certain age be sacrificed to ensure these unfailing harvests. Given it's location Rorikstead is isolated from a lot of the protections of Whiterun Hold and it's mentioned by some of the NPCs- they're essentially on their own. It's also pretty close to a dragon burial mound and a vampire den. Which I think is also meant to further highlight that the village is basically left to fed for itself (without much scrutiny) because it is so far from Whiterun. Dialogue from guards even mentions that Rorikstead is more susceptible to a dragon attack because of its location, low martial population and lack of defensible space. All this, plus you can find Erik the Slayer, probably my favorite follower here: Visit Rorikstead!

Morthal-Do you enjoy exploring dungeons and ruins? Why or why not?

I do! I've done so many different dragonborn builds that each time I do dungeon diving it feels fun. Now that's not to say I don't find it repetitive after a bit. I've played plenty of hours of Skyrim and Dragon age 2 (a game not gracefully noted for diverse dungeon maps); I really think, and this isn't to let things off the hook, but as a rpg fan you gotta make your own fun after a bit. I will say some ruins are more engaging than others and some feel like they are meant to break you of the impulse to get in and out quickly, while others are more of a see-if-you can-outlast atmosphere (I'm looking at Forelhost, Labyrinthian, and several Dwemer ruins). I'm a huge fan of the set dressing and narrative elements the dungeons and ruins have. I also really enjoy using followers. I have my go to followers but I do try to swap in new faces too, both vanilla and mod added followers.

Markarth-If you could rewrite one questline in Skyrim, which would it be?

Ooh, that's a tough one. Really tough.

I think if I had to pick one I would say it would be more of an additional pathway instead of a complete rewrite. But I thought for the longest time that if a few choices were made throughout the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild questlines that there should be a hybridized questline added for a dragonborn who becomes Listener for the Brotherhood and Guildmaster for the Thieves Guild that deals with Maven Black-Briar & her hold on the DB & Thieves Guild after you get into the top spots.

If I remember correctly you can in both questlines tell or hint to Maven Black-Briar/her loyalists that your cooperation as her pawn as you go up the ranks is wearing thin/will cease once you're in sufficiently with the groups and they're restored to their proper glory. I would really love for there to have been an attempt by Maven (especially if she's made jarl through the civil war questline) to try to have you framed for a major political crime or just outright attempt to have you assassinated by the Morag Tong (or just frame the Morag Tong since they're not friendly to the DB and it could easily lead to inter-assassin guild fighting allowing Maven to attempt to take them down in a bid to extend her reach and consolidate power). Maven just never struck me as someone who tolerated the idea of power being wrested away from her, or just the appearance of losing grip on power like the guilds command. So some upstart dragonborn suggesting they'll be doing just that felt like it should have a pretty strong response from her.

[maybeheretonight]

starting my last-minute young royals rewatch before s3 LET'S GO

choir scene my beloved

wille looks so small standing in the middle of the corridor :(((

i love how simon's first scene (other than the choir) starts with a close up of his middle finger keychain

poor sara but she's so perceptive

to THAT picture??? wille looks so miserable felice stand UP

girl...... your hand

felice skipping dinner

simon jumping in immediately so linda doesn't worry as much about sara's integration at school

why does alexander have to go knock on everyone's door do they not have alarms

why are we ranking crimes

the liberal bullshit at the classroom makes me so mad like i'm sure your parents struggle a lot henry

THANK YOU SIMON

wille really isn't used to people challenging the ideals he grew up being exposed to

THEIR FIRST PROPER INTERACTION IS SO PERFECT

hillerska is so pretty tho i kinda wanna study there

im gonna be honest the first time i watched ep 1 i thought salice was gonna happen

you can't convince me simon didn't say he had to go just to see if wille would follow

wille probably had the song stuck in his head ever since he heard it

his sigh while he says simon's singing was beautiful oh wille you never stood a chance

WHAT A GREAT ENDING TO A GREAT PILOT

ok ep 2 let's go

this tradition is so dumb "9 out of 10" stfu

the brief eye contact SNANDJ

hello cool wille

fredrika is like "i could fix him"

the bro tap NSNXJSJX simon was NOT expecting that

poor simon bless ayub and rosh but there's nothing wrong with wanting to leave the small city

august really thought wille was jerking off and STILL waltzed into the room and took his phone

simon still tries to be included and the others just ignore him

at least now wille is coming to the rescue

august did NOT think this psychologist visit through he's just used to getting everything his way

i really wanted to see how wille and simon got in the same table to study

wille was so sad that simon wasn't coming to practice lmaoo

oh felice that's not why he was smiling at you

fuck you august

so convincing wille you're doing great

why do you have to download an app to use the bus

wille was like i'm just like youuu you're just like meeee

like bby no

he's holding the hot dog so elegantly

ayub's little nudge gets me everytime

simon is so giddy i can't

way to start a conversation august

simon and his unspecified citrus fruit

ok but are the rest of the boys taking august seriously rn 😭😭😭

oh shit it's movie time already

wilmon seating next to each other once again

also stedrika cuddling the same way the straight couple next to them is

i always hold my breath during this scene

the way wille LOOKS at simon

simon is so scared he read this all wrong

but it just took him a bit longer to realize he wants it too

another rude ending

EPISODE 3

MUSIC ROOM SCENE

i need to know what simon was going to say

aw i love sara and felice together

the way wille LOOKS at simon pt 100

so much happened in just 10 minutes wtf this show's pacing is insane

why is august so involved in parents day

they were so happy looking forward to their weekend alone :((

smysan hasn't seen her daughter in months and one of the first things she asks her is wilhelm

"glances and stuff" me when i'm delusional

this mf did this on purpose

wille is so flustered stopp

the close up on the phone. ouch.

the way smysan immediately turned her head towards felice lmaooo

i mean it's very easy to misinterpret that wille ajnxjdj

this simon with s2e6 wille

boyfriends who beat up august together

felice wtf STAND UP

him ignoring the phone call......

why was wille the last one to know they shouldn't have let the news come out until after the whole family knew the royal family must have the power to do that

and why is he learning that THROUGH THE PHONE

episode 4 now

it's so cruel how the last thing erik said to wille was see you soon

the "broken" title card....

this show does transitions so well

he kinda looks like he did in ep 1 when he was left alone in the corridor

them sitting on opposite sides with all the empty space between them. simon facing him but wille facing forward. never even looking at simon.

malin my wife

simon always taking care of everyone

he looks so defeated poor bby but so done too

this scene 💀

not august putting felices hand back up i never noticed that

he's so insuferable godddd

"was it royal" LMFAOOO

i do love salice as friends sm

august you are RIDICULOUS "dump him" exactly

wille completely ignoring simon

sara's expression sends me ajjdjdjsjjx it's the right reaction to have

why do people with old money act like that "The Society" yall are silly

terrible terrible way of coping

how did he walk all the way to bjarstad

I REALLY LIKE YOU

and then they walked all the way back to hillerska that's crazy

can i just say i love it's wille that's going down on simon

...... well

why would he do that??? was he planning on saving it for blackmail material or smth or was it just for shits and giggles

alright episode 5

their golden morning 🥺

i like to think that simon forced wille to shower and brush his teeth for my own sanity

simon being the one being cared for for once :((

fish scene my BELOVED

girl solidarity we love to see it

i understand wille was just trying to talk to simon and wasn't gonna say he had to blame him for the drugs but the way he went about it was awful simon had every right to snap and walk away

many people say it's weird that august keeps watching the video but i think it's just bc he knows the power it holds and he can't quite believe it

this song makes me feel a little bit unwell, it's not even one of my favorite uses of music on the show but the song itself is so fucking GOOD

yes stand your ground felice

i recognize that wille is being so vulnerable here and that's not easy and simon can see that BUT come on if you had blamed simon it would've ruined his life it's not just a matter of you not wanting to loose him

the lyrics to samurai swords :(((

sara looks so beautiful

this is betrayal from simon too like he didn't even tell sara he had visited micke MULTIPLE TIMES

FUCK

they're fucked

oof. episode 6 now

i LOVE the way it starts

even the little kid knows who simon is

yeah kristina i don't think that's what wille needs to hear rn

im sorry but wanting sara to go back to marieberg is beyond cruel if the bullying she had to endure there was so bad she had to repeat a year

simon also did made a sacrifice going to hillerska for sara

ok that was quite insensitive sara

they're literally wearing the colors of the swedish flag.......

ohhh the beginning of sargust i don't necessarily ship them but i think they're so interesting

i love this scene sm i mean it's painful but it's so good omar and frida are so GOOD

i think even here simon doesn't quite believe wille will do it but he wants to believe it so bad

"what if i just want to be with him" STOP

but like. ofc he wasn't gonna say it was him he's just a kid and he is under so much pressure

but it's heartbreaking bc he told simon he would and now he just left him to deal with everything by himself

"i have chosen not to get involved in any emotional relationships" that's the worst part

that's why the other students are so shocked in s3 bc after this statement they didn't think simon and wille had anything serious

but like. wille really thought he could go back on his word and then simon would be ok w it and everything could stay the way it was

like simon said, he just expects everything to be on his terms

he probably got that from his mom

wille breaking his promise wasn't even strike 1 or 2 this has been pilling up and simon's been giving wille many chances and has always taken him back

i'm so glad he stood his ground

and he didn't pressure wille into coming out or anything everything he said was very reasonable

another great scene GOD edvin is so good

wille is completely alone

FALLING WE ARE FALLING NOW WORDS WRITTEN DOWN THEY ARE FALLING NOW

AND THE LIES THEY WILL HURT YOU NO MORE HUMAN KINDNESS DESERT YOU NO MORE

CITYS ON FIRE BUT ITS BEAUTIFUL CITYS ON FIRE WONT YOU BURN IT ALL

my favorite 4th wall break fr

REVOLUTIONNNNN

this episode is such a rollercoaster it might be my favorite from s1

[jfbuckley]

Saturday 19 August 2023.

I’m very much afraid that “a certain point has been reached”. The consensus of the fans on MUFC oriented social media has definitely turned against Ten Hag. He had his honeymoon season last season, but the fans are not happy to see the same mistakes being made despite new players in the side. Principally they are alarmed at seeing the squad so seemingly unfit and slow. Poor Mount seems to be copping an awful lot of stick, but it is only his second game. I don’t like any of this, but social media and Ferguson’s years of success (not to mention the rise of city) has bred a generation of fans who demand instant gratification. I’m in favour of giving Ten Hag the time he needs, but those voices of dissent are not quiet or muted anymore, and will rapidly grow louder and more widespread if there are more performances like the first two this season. I think Ten Hag has got to very soon start getting some good performances out of this team, otherwise it will soon start getting ugly.

Anyway, my football correspondent watched the match at the social club, and here are his considered thoughts. Apologies for being a day or two late.

——

hi - 12 months ago erik ten hag hardly had his feet under the table as the new season began - united played poorly at home in losing the season opener and then were well beaten in london - a year on and what's changed ? not much you might think

personnel wise de gea has been replaced by onana, wan bissaka played instead of dalot, maguire and mctominay are out of favour and might leave, fred has gone whilst antony and garnacho were in for sancho and eriksen - the constants were shaw, martinez, fernandes and rashford

united started pretty well against spurs - rashford was denied by the goalie and fernandes squandered a free header in front of goal - united might have been awarded a penalty but ref oliver said no - after the lucky break against wolves united could hardly complain - anyway united did not score and spurs worked their way into the game - they hit the bar and as united tried to recover a cross was deflected onto the post by shaw - half time came with no score

spurs pressed early in the 2nd half and united allowed kulusevski to get behind the united left and head for the byline - his cross from inside the area was deflected for the onrushing sarr to fire in

united almost equalised a couple of minutes later when antony was put in on the right but his trademark left footed effort bounced back off the post - casemiro had a header well saved - with 10 minutes to go a cross into the united area was miskicked by davis - it dribbled to martinez who miseed with his left foot, the ball then deflecting off his standing right foot into the corner of goal

so another sluggish start by united - they do not look match fit or physically strong - the midfield seems weak - they lack a reliable scorer - they started this match ok but could not maintain control and faded away

if fernandes had scored with his free header it might have been a different story - but he didn't and it wasn't - in fact it was the same old story from last season - a defeat away from home to a decent side

ten hag played an unchanged team against spurs - i shall be very surprised if he doesn't make 3 or 4 changes for the visit of forest next saturday

bye

[fairy-heart-magic]

More Dragon Slayer Headcannons

Uhh holy shit the last one blew up like crazy, so here I guess have more dragon slayers being creepy.

Because they have more air in their lungs they can hold their breath for a stupidly ridiculous amount of time, they’re also excellent swimmers.

They have really dense bone structure but hollow air filled bones so they’re all extremely sturdy, they also have much denser muscles which leaves them unnaturally strong.

The more they use their dragon slayer magic, the more dragon like they become both in physical appearance and personality as over time it starts to slowly show up in their personalities, they become territorial and protective of what they deem to be ‘there’s’, they growl at people as a warning to back the fuck off, they bear their teeth as a sign of aggression, as for the physical their eyes will take on an unnatural glow, Natsu’s becoming orange like embers glowing in the darkness, Laxus’s become electric yellow, Gajeel’s become like brownish rust red and so on, their teeth become longer even the way they walk and carry themselves becomes more inhuman, they way they fight becomes like that of a beast only not wild, extremely intelligent and cunning to a frightening degree.

They naturally seek out their own element, almost like a honing instinct, Laxus tends to travel towards storms, while Natsu often travels as much as he can to hot places where fires are likely to start, Gajeel always visits a city’s junkyard, Rogue always finds his way to dark, pitch black caves while Sting always climbs to the highest sunniest peaks he can to bathe in the light, Wendy frequently visits high up or isolated mountains to be closer to the sky.

Dragon Force effects more than just their magic, it also effects their personality and they can become almost completely different people entirely retaining only their base most present thoughts from before hand with their instincts often telling them to do one thing only; defeat whatever enemy is in front of them.

They’re also in part nocturnal which is both inherited from their magic and because it was how they where raised, while it varied from dragon to dragon, most preferred to hunt and move at night-time due to the fact less humans where active at night and they could see perfectly well in the dark which made avoiding humans easier. Both Laxus and Erik are also semi-nocturnal because of this and most dragons slayers find it difficult to sleep at night as their brains are hard wired to be active during the period most humans are sleeping. The only acceptation to this is Sting who while he can use his magic in the dark, it doesn’t work nearly as well as it does in the day time.

They heal at an incredible fast rate, almost double the spend of a normal human. Though they can’t regrow limbs or anything like that, this incredible healing ability makes it easier to survive severe injuries and wounds. Laxus however using electricity can stimulate the cells in a particular area to heal even faster than other dragon slayers however overusing this technique leaves him severely exhausted and if he used it too much he’ll overload his entire nervous system and just collapse.

That’s about all I can think of for now, I hope you guys like them and feel free to use or reblog if you want.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {17}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, panic attack - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen || Sixteen || Seventeen || Eighteen || under construction

Ilies was kind enough to take Pierre, Addie and I to the airport early on Monday morning. Pierre had put his Audi on one of the car transporters heading to Alpine’s mechanical headquarters in Paris and he would pick it up from there later in the week when he returned for some training. With the next race being in Canada there was a two week break so he was going to spend a few days in London with us as long as he kept up his fitness routine. 

I was apparently the one in charge of making sure that happened but his personal trainer might have been shocked to hear that my idea of exercise involved us tangled in bedsheets. I kept that to myself of course and just agreed. As long as I got to watch while Pierre worked out in my home gym then it was a win-win to me.

“Thanks for the lift, Granny,” I said as I kissed her cheeks after boarding the private jet. 

“It’s on the way to New York so it’s no hassle, honey. Are you sure you don’t want to come to Fashion Week with me?”

I grimaced at the idea. “And have you try to use me as a model again, no thanks.”

“What?” she asked innocently as she buckled up into her seat. “You’ve got the legs for it.”

“She’s not wrong,” Pierre whispered in my ear. “They are very sexy.”

I elbowed him lightly but he just laughed it off and I continued on my way down the aisle. Two rows down I found dad, who was half asleep, and heading home to see mum. I sat Addie into the seat beside him and buckled her in before setting up her latest animated fixation, Mulan, on the screen in front of her. 

“Let mummy know if you need to go to the loo,” I reminded her before pulling the earphones over her head.

There was no reason to be all sat together so I passed the last two rows before sitting down. There was only the galley behind us but since the flight was a little over two hours I doubted anyone would ask for refreshments and we would be left alone.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we hit some turbulence coming into Heathrow and Pierre clutched the armrest between us. His eyes were closed and his lips pressed in a firm line as he nodded his head. He had been uneasy since takeoff but repeatedly lied and said he was fine. “You couldn’t have picked a sport with more travel if you tried.”

“I’m fine with flying…until it gets bumpy.” He let me pull his hand from the leather material and replaced it with my own as we watched the GPS of the plane inching closer to the airport. 

“Miss Vowles, Mr Gasly, if you could please fill these out before we land that would be wonderful,” the stewardess said as she handed me three Passenger Locator Forms before moving on to dad.

I filled out mine and Addie’s while Pierre did his but he took a little longer since he wasn’t a UK Citizen like us and had more pages to complete. I actually had dual citizenship through the ‘grandfather scheme’ which meant I was entitled to apply for citizenship where my parents and grandparents were citizens. Legally, I could hold a passport of Mexico, the USA and the United Kingdom but I preferred to use my UK one since it had the least restrictions.

If Erik ever tried to petition for access to Addie and won, then she could have all three passports and a Norwegian one too.

The thought turned my mood sour and as we touched down on British soil I began to rue my decision to come back. I knew I needed to be here to pack up the house for the move and visit Dr Pascoe in person but there was always a little storm cloud in the back of my mind when I was in London. 

The city was tainted of memories with Erik, the restaurants we had eaten at, the cinemas we have gone to. I couldn’t even drive near Islington because that was where our house had been. Just thinking about it had the walls of the plane closing in around me and I reached for the paper bag in the storage pocket.

The paper crinkled in and out with each breath, the speed too fast for any rational thought and shadows moved around me until two faces came into focus.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” dad said but it was hard to catch the slippery words as my head swam. “Deep breath, in through your nose. Do it with me.” I tried to copy him but my intake was as shaky as my hands. “Good girl, now out through your mouth, nice and slow.”

My clothes felt too tight and my hair clung to my clammy forehead and I tried to brush it away but my hands were shaking too much. The strands of hair remained and I grew frustrated.

“I’ve got it, Bri, just focus on breathing,” Pierre said as he brushed it back for me. A cool damp cloth came to rest on my forehead and I closed my eyes as I leant back in the seat. “Mama’s alright, princesse.”

My eyes flashed open to see Addie looking afraid and I opened my arms for her. “Mummy was just a little overwhelmed, sweetie, I’m sorry it scared you.”

“Was it a bad dream again?” she asked as she clung tight to me.

“Kind of. You know, I could do with your help.” She perked up at the idea of helping and listened intently. “We have no food at home, so I need you to choose where we will have brunch. You don’t have to tell me now, but why don’t you hop back in your seat and have a think about it while we land.”

“Come on, little bug,” dad guided her away, his own worried stare looking back at me as he went. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Pierre asked when we were alone but I shook my head.

“No, I just want to erase the memories of this place.” I tipped my head onto his shoulder and looked up at him. “Tell me that it’s possible.”

He kissed my forehead and I cringed as I realised I was a sweaty mess but he didn’t seem to care as he wrapped an arm around me. “I don’t know about erasing them, but we can make new ones instead.”

–

We landed without a fuss and while we were taxiing to the terminal we started to say our goodbyes before we would part ways. Dad was already out of his seat, ignoring the seatbelt sign, and kneeling next to Granny having quiet words with each other before they both looked at me with concern. 

Dad rose to his feet and let Addie climb up for a hug, a bright smile deepening the wrinkles at the corners of Granny’s eyes. “I’m going to miss you, honey. You let me know if you want to come visit alright? We’ll get rid of that posh accent in no time.”

“Don’t want you to go, Granny,” she replied with a trembling lip.

Betty sniffled and blinked away the tears that quickly built along her waterline. “You’re going to make me ruin my makeup.”

“You’d still look beautiful,” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the visit and the ride.”

“Of course, you’re welcome to use it whenever you need, especially trying to juggle work, motherhood and a long distance relationship,” she said looking between Pierre and I. “Take all the help you can get to make it work.”

Pierre’s hand took mine and gave it a squeeze while I answered through my widening smile. “I might take you up on that.”

The Gulfstream had come to a stop and I saw two cars parked outside the little window as the stewardess opened the door. Dad would take one to the domestic terminal for his next flight to Manchester while we would be in the other heading home to Twickenham. 

“Oh, and Damien, give my love to Otmar when you see him,” Granny said with a fond smile for the man she thought of as the second child she never had. “I’ll see you in Italy, unless I decide to pop by before that. Never know when I might need a holiday at my age.”

“Mom, you’re retired.”

She scoffed and waved him off. “I retired from designing but I still own the company, dear. I can’t trust anyone else to run it right, unless it’s family.” Her eyes darted to me and I held my hands up.

“Don’t finish that thought, Granny, I’m an engineer - I like tinkering with mechanics and engines.”

“I’ve heard Pierre’s a man of fashion and business or so the internet tells me. You could always marry him. Just an idea, honey.” She sent me a wink and I stumbled over my feet, nearly sending myself out down the steps. “Take care of my precious babies, Mr Gasly.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” he replied with such sincerity that I missed the step in front of me and his hand shot out, catching my arm and pulling me back. “Was that a test?”

“No,” I sighed and blew a strand of hair out of my face with a huff. “That's just how clumsy I am. Let’s go before I break my neck and never get to walk down the aisle Granny’s busy daydreaming about now.”

“I’ve had the design of your wedding dress waiting since you were 18. You tell me when to start sewing it.”

“Bye Granny, bye Matthew!” I concentrated on walking down the stairs with an amused Pierre behind me carrying Addie and dad coming down last. 

“Your mother said she’s blocked out her calendar for Wednesday if you can come to dinner.”

I looked at Pierre since he was meant to be flying to Paris on Thursday morning and Addie and I would be flying into Rouen to meet him on Saturday. “It’s a four hour drive.”

“It shouldn’t be difficult to change my flight to leave from Manchester instead, if you want to stay the night?”

I nodded to dad, “it’s a tentative yes but I’ll let you know once he’s checked the flights. Addie say bye-byes to grandad.”

Our farewells were far quicker and our luggage had already been put into the cars by the time we were finished and going our own separate ways. I would have preferred to have my own car but it was at home after getting a cab to the airport when we left two weeks ago but thankfully it wasn’t peak rush hour and it wasn’t too far to get home.

“Addie, have you decided where you want to eat?”

“The dog park!”

Pierre looked aghast as he spun in his passenger seat at the front and I laughed at the face he pulled. “It’s just a cafe that happens to be on the same block as a dog park. It’s called Ivy and she knows it too,” I said as I tickled Addie’s toes for being a little trickster. “It’s just around the corner from our house so we can drop the bags off first and walk.”

He relaxed back into his seat knowing he wasn’t going to be eating in a dog park and I scoured the inside pockets of my handbag until I found my keys. I gripped the remote to the front gate as the driver pulled onto our street and suddenly had a new fear - had I tidied the house before we left? No. The answer was, no. I had been running around like a madwoman trying to get Addie ready so I decided the toys on the floor and unfolded washing on the couch could wait for my return.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath and Pierre’s eyes shot to me through the little mirror on his sun visor, his eyebrow cocked in a silent question. “My house is a fucking mess.”

Click here for chapter eighteen.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @anotheroneiforgot

[shawty-writes-a-little]

The longing came

Erik lensherr x fem!reader

Warning: Angst, blood loss, violence, potential death(let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 3.4k

An: it’s angst w happy ending dw I’m not a soulless monster who loves torture <3

The afternoon sun raised bright in the centre of the horizon reflected and rubbed off as y/n waved her hand on the water surface in the small fountain in the garden. It was the late hour of the afternoon, almost supper time which y/n would mostly spend gardening or sometimes rearranging her and Erik’s living room.

It was all the beauty of the mundane life Y/n and Erik shared for quite a while. A small house, not in the centre of the city but not very far off, tall trees surrounding their house at times it almost felt like it was the only place on earth. The only place to be.

Erik wasn’t usually home at this time but nothing was very unsurprising with him. Y/n thought as she heard his footsteps on their cobblestones. Nobody ever visited them unannounced, sure they had a lot of friends around where they lived. Erik preferred just her company he was bored and cautious of the humans since the two of them were mutants.

Y/n paced back happily to open their door before Erik knocked. She opened the door to find him in his suit. She knew he had one from his x mansion days but she never wore it. He never even acknowledged having it-Erik considered that part of his life long gone. He especially never wore his suit out in the broad daylight “Erik-what are you—“ y/n trailed off looking around if anyone from the neighbourhood had seen him like this.

Stepping aside she let him in quickly shutting their door. “What’s the matter why are you in your suit?” Y/n asked worriedly.

“I have something very important to speak to you about.” He stated as his eyes had the complete opposite expression of y/n’s. He looked smug-with his suit and his knuckles already white but not with fear, he seemed fearless but not the way y/n would see him daily.

“What happened? Is it Charles? Raven? Did Raven cal—“

“No it’s neither of them it’s something bigger.” Erik interrupted her mid-sentence taking her fidgeting hands in his he started off “I met others-others like us, I met the first one of us.”

“First one of us? Mutants?” Y/n asked him confused as if that was possible. She didn’t believe the conspiracies about them, nor the ‘Mutant’s are God’s mistakes’ destination. For one it didn’t matter to her where the genetic modification was originated from. She understood her power and the others like them she had a study going on when they were back at the x mansion too but she left that life alongside Erik and the mortal life didn’t seem so bad either.

“Yes-it’s not just any mutant y/n—with the first one and the others-me and you-we can be who we are without hiding. It’s going to change the world!” Erik explained to her with hope in his eyes which almost made them look dark.

“What do you plan to do Erik? What is this about-did someone find out—“

“This! This is what it’s about! We won’t have to live scared that someone would find out-we won’t have to change places or hide from anyone ever again.” Erik told her gently holding the sides of her face, his touch was always intimate but right now it didn’t feel a romantic verge. It felt like he was trying to make an impact have her clear attention.

“I don’t understand Erik I—this was long behind us.” She replied with an unsettled look on her face and placed her hands on top of his resting on her cheeks.

“It will never be behind us this is what we are! We won’t ever have to hide again-we can do it y/n. The others. You and me-the first one!” Erik exclaimed agitated knowing well enough she was just holding back what she wanted to say with her righteousness.

“No.” she whispered seeing through what he planned to do, this had happened countless times before, they’ve had this conversation before-the two of them—with Charles. Maybe the life they led in the little town disconnected from the disdain of the world towards them was just a fever dream. Maybe this is what Erik always tend to do.

“No no no no-Erik you cannot do this.” She shook her head in denial that he did actually consider this.

“We can. We can finally stop being afraid-changing cities, identities, we won’t ever have to do that now.” He stated smugly as though they had already accomplished this absurd dream of his.

“Do you hear yourself?!” Y/n sneered at him surprised how he could talk about world domination and who know even mass murder with a straight face. “These are people! They have the right to make this choice you don’t get to do it for them!”

“So they can make this choice for us? Like they always have?!” Erik yelled as his loud voice set y/n aback. He had always been extreme with his emotions, anger was the one that had a home in his feelings. But every time they fought and he would yell it would just blur her thoughts for a moment trying to comprehend.

“This-YOU! You’re the only reason why our likes go through what they have for decades! This cowardice has a price the mutant kind pays!” Erik continued with the same louse volume, banging his hand on the side table.

“D-do not raise your voice at me.” Y/n wanted to sound firm but it came out as a plead moreover. “You’ve already made your decision so-“ y/n sighed shrugging her shoulders as she averted her gaze to everyone in the room, trying to think at lost of words.

“Yes. And I would prefer your decision same as mine y/n I want you by my side.” His words felt stinging through her skin how simply he wished her to be like him.

“No.” She shook her head firmly this time finally gathering the courage to sound just as confident as him “I will not partake in this insanity of yours! I will go back to New York to-“

“To Charles?” He cut her off “Then what? Your team or nobleness and ethics will stop us?” Erik scoffed in an undermining manner. Y/n hated being talked down to knowing she was right.

“Very well then.”

-

Three months. It had been three months since the xmen had defeated the first one. Y/n had never spoken to Erik ever since, neither did Erik. Charles considered getting him to talk to her before he left. He was a good friend he knew Erik wasn’t a means to an end, Charles knew both of them very well-that day y/n came to the x-mansion after the first time in years she told them everything about this first one and Erik’s encounter with him but her mind was racing with bits of sentences he must’ve said that prickled her. Even in the worst possible circumstances she always worried for him even after what he’d told her, mocked her as a coward.

Yet Charles couldn’t even persuade him to say goodbye to her. He left without saying goodbye. It hurt y/n to see him not even acknowledge what they once had as he chose to leave without any word. Not that y/n hoped much from him either. She wasn’t one to bend her morales for him and he didn’t seem to care either.

That was an end to a chapter then, she thought those three months. Occupying herself with training and every duty she could possibly take up around x-mansion to fill the void he had left within her. Daytime would go by where she won’t think of him, busy with her work and the others especially Raven made it easier. But they would be barbarically lonely nights where she would tear up thinking about him. Their little house back when it was still a daydream, the lazy Sundays spent in each other’s arms, days where he would come home early from work—it all seemed so painfully distant now as if it never existed.

Eventually, time went on and Erik’s situation wasn’t different either. He seemed to convince himself capable of no remorse for someone who couldn’t stand beside him, aside from the side he chose was wrong but y/n questioned and opposed him as though he was sure to be wrong each time.

He chose to stay recluse, leaving yet again. Erik hadn’t decided yet what he would do or where he would turn to. What he would do with the hurt and memories of y/n he had with him.

Not very far from New York still, he was living in a rented small apartment he rarely returned to. Most days he would spend at a bar sulking in a corner. Just like today, wide hours of sunlight were upon the day but he was still following his coping routine as usual. Every hustle in the bar fell silent when it took him a moment to notice that. There wasn’t much crowd during the daylight hours anyways but the ones already present gathered around the small television and the chatter suddenly shifted. Erik stood up from his seat to see for himself. The news played on the television for the terrorist invasion in a public landmark where ‘the un-earthly ones’ were helping to fight them. He saw some faces he recognised. Of course, Charles would fight

their fight for them even though if it was the other way around their kind would have to fend for themselves. Regardless, he saw another face he recognised on the news. Y/n. He hadn’t seen her in three months other than the picture in his wallet. Three months wasn’t a long time but to him the severance was dreadful. He knew he couldn’t apologise and redeem himself for what said after nor could he ever undo what he did.

Something shifted in him seeing y/n’s face again. That feeling didn't last long as he realised what was happening. Y/n’s fighting skills weren’t to be doubted with her mutation but she had only ever done this once or twice, she lacked experience. They had trained together when she was new at the x-mansion. He was sure that Charles would’ve seen it fit to send her with more training over 3 months.

Besides, Charles would’ve seen it fir for her to go on a ‘mission’. Would he? What if he had told her not to go but she chose to anyways? Y/n was stubborn and he knew very well she wouldn’t give in easily, she wouldn’t even think twice if it came to protecting others over herself.

It could take an uglier turn. All the possibilities led to the outcome he was terrified of, the one thing he was terrified of. He stormed out of the bar pacing hurriedly. Not changing back into his suit even, it would require time from him. Trying to get to the location of the attack on the news seemed like an eternity.

Erik’s thoughts were racing in apprehension that he felt sick to his guys. Finally reaching there Raven was the first one he encountered but she didn’t take notice of him, busy with the conflict at hand.

“Where is she?!” Erik spoke loud enough for Raven to hear through the gunfire as he walked shieldless towards her. As if a metal bullet could do anything to him.

“Erik?! What are you doing here?” Raven asked ducking behind a car hood as a cover.

“Y/n? Where is she?” Ignoring her question he asked again concerned this time.

“She is inside with the helping out the hostages-why don’t you have your suit on?” Raven said moving to a pillar’s cover swiftly but Erik moved past the bullets yet freely. He raised his hand through the air making a rotating once which caused the gunmen holding them to drop their weapons at once. It was a temporary fix of course but he wasn’t here to fight the human’s fight for them. He rushed inside on his way, all his worries seemed to have washed away when he say amongst others.

Confused and brows furrowed, y/n got to the other side of the room to Erik with a car door shielding her way amidst all the bullets that flew around. “Erik?! You don’t have your suit on you shouldn’t be here!” She spoke frustrated and it made his eyes go soft that her first instinct was to look for his safety even after how things went down.

“Y/n you’re the one who shouldn’t be here! How did Charles let you?” Erik asked from a distance while she was busy looking back at the hostages again and again.

“I’m not a child Erik,” Y/n told him a matter of factly looking over at the hostages still.

“It’s not that Y/n this is coming to extremes it is dangerous!” He exclaimed but it seemed like his words paid no attention to y/n’s mind.

“Yeah alright-“ she ignored his comment moving away towards the hostages again the very moment there was a gunfire sound again.

“Y/n-no do not go in there!” Erik said as she was already lost hurrying past the scattered parts of the building again. He couldn’t stop the bullets from reaching anywhere from here and y/n was fast to getaway.

Erik sprinted towards the other side following her tracks. “Y/N!” He shouted as she fell to the ground. He saw her step in front of a bullet to save the civilian behind her. No no no no no no.

Erik rushed to her side cradling her to a cover from her current place.

“I told you not to come in here.” His thoughts had a silent screeching as he felt like this was the end of the world for him, in one sense it was. “Why don’t you ever listen?” He questioned pressing on her bullet wound and supporting her head by onto his lap.

Y/n tried sitting up on the ground but he held her down with his arm. “This is why I didn’t want you here-how did Charles even?”

“Charles didn’t—he didn’t know.” Y/n replied to him but her voice sounded weary, it sounded weak when she meant for it too. “He specifically told me not to-I came anyways it’s not his fault…” she let out a wretched cry in pain, the one she didn’t intend to as she lost bled through her suit in Erik’s hands.

“Hey hey look at me!” He spoke softly as all of a sudden a wave of fright washed over him. This seemed like a nightmare while he was wide awake.

Jean rushed in dropping to her knees in front of them. “Y/n?! Wh-I—“ she couldn’t make out her words seeing her blood spread all over the ground, Erik’s shirt, her hands.

“H-Hank! Go get Hank-and—and tell Raven we need to go back. Now!” Erik told her as Jean nodded frantically and ran back to the rest of them. Y/n was quick to look up at him her gaze wasn’t hurt or mad.

Weakly she raised her hand towards him, gently caressing the side of his face with his fingers. “I’m sorry..”

“Stay with me y/n no-no no don’t say that.” He shook his head as tears welled up his eyes.

“Erik-I love you but I am so sorry I-“ her voice was almost as faint as a whisper now.

“Keep your eyes open-hey—keep talking to me okay? I am right here please-“

“It’s okay, you’ll be alright I promise you.” She gave him a broken smile as her voice was barely coming out now. Her vision blurred as her eyelids felt heavy.

“Y/n? No-you cannot do this to me-y/n no please open your eyes.” Erik’s voice echoing was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

—

An avalanche of emotions went through Erik the entire time he sat outside the operating room at x-mansion. The most painful and grievous six hours he has ever spent. Y/n was alright, after all, a day went by she hadn’t gained consciousness but he never left her bedside.

The sight of y/n jumping in front of the bullet kept replaying in his head, when he did tell her not to go in there she went regardless. Withal did she not think he would help her? Come and save her following her in? Was this what they had come to, her thinking he wouldn’t even bother to save her life? He was sure to protect her from anything and everything, ever. Without hesitation, he would sacrifice the whole world for her. But she could’ve waited for him to sway away from that bullet. Maybe she thought he wouldn’t follow her back inside, how he left on their relationship.

His heartfelt heavy at these thoughts, he had felt the most home whenever he was with her and at once he threw that away. He almost lost her forever to realise that.

Laying on the bed every movement felt painful. Y/n couldn’t feel her torso until she tried shifting and a sharp pain shot through her body. Guess I’m alive then.

Slowly she opened her eyes and felt a hand in her hands. A figure with a downcast gaze sat beside her but she knew who he was.

“Erik” she mumbled as he looked up suddenly and a sense of relief washed over him.

“Y/n!” he continued “Are you feeling okay? Should I call Han—“

“I feel fine Erik.” She smiled him brushing softly over his knuckles.

He nodded checking her wound and then her forehead with the back and front of his palm. “Don’t ever do that to me again! We thought we’d lost you-for two whole days you—“

“Two days?” Y/n interrupted him confused and stunned at the same time.

“Yes two whole days you scared me.” It took much from him to admit that, though y/n was the only person he was ever vulnerable around it still felt uneasy to mention of loosing her too. “I never want to loose you y/n, ever. You draw my world I have only ever known myself when I loved you-when you’re around and I never want to live a morning that doesn’t bring you. I am sorry-for what I said, what I did. I am sorry I truly am, I wish you could find in your heart to forgive me because I cannot think of a future that doesn’t have you.” He told her, not looking at her as sheer guilt ran through him and he was convinced she wouldn’t want him back the way he wanted to.

A moment went by y/n said nothing, the silence was getting curler but the second right before y/n tried sitting up closer to him. She attempted to bring him closer halfway and crashed her lips on his. Erik smiled into the kiss which was unexpected to him. He moved closer to her, not breaking the and rested her head back to the pillow.

“I forgive you.” Y/n said intertwining their fingers while Erik took a brief moment of looking at her and it felt like nothing could go wrong in this moment. “What?” she asked raising a brow playfully since he was just staring at her.

“I missed you.” He flashed a smile which caused her to mirror his.

“You should have some rest.” Y/n told him remembering he must have skipped sleep the two days she was out.

“You are right.” He said moving from his seat and lied next to her in the bed. She moved making space for Erik as he pulled her closer to him from her waist and gave the top of her head a gentle peck.

“Ich liebe mich.” Y/n told him smiling uncontrollably getting to say this to him for the first time in a while.

“You’re still saying it wrong-I think you mean Ich liebe dich.” Erik chuckled deeply, he had tried teaching her a lot of German words though she tend to mess it up.

“That’s exactly what I said.”

—

An2.0: I will proof read and correct errors soon iys 6 am I still need to sleep please bare w me

Tag list: @groovy-lady @ultra1violence

[melanieph321]

Super Sancho (Part 1)

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Super Sancho!!!!

Summary - A 10 part series where we follow Jadon Sancho on his journey to the Netherlands in hopes of improving his football performance.

Enjoy!

Ten Hag gave him two choices, either he'd  go to the Netherlands and improved what he lacked, or get ready to get transferred during the next window. Jadon chose the latter, but only because he knew that he hadn't really proven himself in Manchester. Instead of letting his teammates down further he decided that it was better to leave.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is you captain speaking..." Jadon woke up to the dimmed light zipping through his passenger window. "...we'll soon be approaching Amsterdam. Please return to your seats, fastened your seatbelts and prepare for landing. And Thank you for flying Birtish Airways."

Although it had only been a nintey minute flight from Manchester to Amsterdam, Jadon found himself exhausted from the journey. He looked forward to a hot shower once he arrived at his hotel.

"Mr Sancho?"

Someone called his name in the arrivals pit. It was a woman, wearing a suit and tie and holding up a sign with his name written on it. A smile baruaden her lips as Jadon approached her.

"Hello Mr Sancho, I'm Emily. I'll be taking you to the Ajax training grounds where you'll get settled in."

"We're headed for the training grounds right away?" Jadon asked, the fatigue from the planeride still weighing heavily on his eyelids.

"Well yes of course." Emily said. She didn't hesitate to take his bag, leading Jadon towards a black Volkswagen Transporter.

"Have you ever been to the Netherlands before?" She asked as they left the airport and took to the highway.

"No." Jadon muttered. Outside his window he approached a city he had never stepped foot in, a country he never thought he'd visit without a whole team accompanying him. The feeling was uneasy, just like it had been when he first arrived at Dortmund. Surprisingly, arriving at Manchester had been different. He knew Manchester. English football had been his youth. English football was his life and his home where he had friends and family. How could it all have gone to shit when the feeling had been so great when he first arrived to the team? He was supposed to do great in Manchester, Jadon thought.

"Well you'll love it here." Emily said, keeping her eyes steady on the road.

It had only been a twenty minute drive from the airport to the Ajax training grounds. It was a nice facility, not as nice as Manchester Uniteds, but still impressive.

"You can take your luggage with you to your room..." Nice, Jadon thought. He'd finally be able to catch up on some sleep. "...There you can change into a suitable fitness for the test that you'll undergo in the teams medical center."

"Undergo what, in the what?" Jadon said, quite dumbfounded.

Emily nodded assuringly. "The coaches are ready for you once you've changed."

"But...sleep." He muttered, however the reality seemed to be that Ten Hag really hadn't sent him on a vacation if that's what he thought. After undergoing several fitness procedures and check ups, Jadon were to speak with an Ajax assistant coach about his newfound struggles.

"Well Mr Sancho. All I can recommend is that you work closely with your foster coach and really tell him about the areas you think you lack in."

"My foster what?" Jadon frowned. "I thought you would be my new coach."

"Who me?" The man laughed. Like Ten Hag he was balled. Middle-aged and balled. They even shared the same dry sense of humor, Jadon thought.

"I'm afraid Erik was right when he said that you were a special case that needed special attention and treatment."

"Special attention?" Jadon exclaimed. Did Ten Hag think that he was disabled or something. No, Jadon wouldn't stand for it. He had not come all this way to be told he needed special treatment and attention by some foster coach. What is a foster coach anyway?

"Yes, special attention. Hendrik loves cases like yours."

"Henrik?" Jadon frowned. In that moment he really felt confused and crazy. Perhaps he was in need of some special attention?

"Yes, Hendrik. I'll send him your data the test you underwent here today. I'll send them right away. Hendrik will have gone through them by the time you get to Ursem tomorrow morning."

"Ursem? Tomorrow morning? Wait, I'm leaving again? I thought I was supposed to stay here?"

"At Ajax?" The coach frowned. He shook his head looking almost frightened. "We don't deal with special cases here. Didn't Erik tell you that?"

"He didn’t tell me anything."

"Well good luck to you then. The training camp in Ursem is very special, not for the faint-hearted. But I'm sure you'll do fine."

Jadon could only bat his eyes in astonishment. Everything the assistant coach was telling him seemed to be true. He wasn't to stay with AFC Ajax and train with their under 21 team which he initially thought was Ten Hag's intentions. No, Jadon was to be put on a bus and shipped off to another camp. This place called Ursem. Where a coach with experience of coaching ballers with special needs lived.

"What a disaster." Jadon thought, as he slumped down in his seat, surrendering to the movement of the bus that would take him even further away from home, further away from Manchester United.