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Day 7 - Pheromones

It was all Pearl. He might have ended up on the radar without Pearl, but he would never have ended up inside her bed.

She wondered if it was something she would get used to, or if it would continue to cause her marvel. It certainly felt strange at the moment, the gentle hum of the ship as it flew across space; the way the stars were oftentimes little more than streaks outside the window; the fact she was here at all. It seemed impossible, and yet it obviously was possible. She wasn’t a lucid dreamer; at least, she hadn’t been until now.

“I never thought I’d say it, but I’m almost grateful I met Pearl.”

The voice pulled her from her reverie and Dranzer turned away from the middle distance, allowing her eyes to focus on Chris. He was lying next to her, looking at the ceiling, his express thoughtful.

“Huh?” Dranzer managed, the best she could do at that moment.

“Pearl,” Chris chuckled, turning to look at the window before he propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Dranzer, “you’ll get used to it eventually.”

“I’m not so sure,” Dranzer whispered, her eyes on Chris, though her mind was on her body’s reaction to him. It wasn’t the pheromones any longer, at least, not Pearl’s pheromones anyway.

“It took me about a month,” Chris replied, his hand moving closer to Dranzer, stroking her hair softly as he watched her. It had been over a month for her now, but she’d hadn’t had much time to look out of the windows in the first few weeks, perhaps that had delayed the timeline a little.

“It will take me about a year,” Dranzer managed, her hand moving under the covers to rest on her heart. She could feel it pounding, and she couldn’t help but laugh, “I’d kill Pearl for this, if I didn’t love her so much!”

“You would?” Chris couldn’t help but laugh, “just last night you were saying she was a genius. In fact, I believe those were your exact words.”

“She’s a mad freaking scientist and a menace, that’s what she is,” Dranzer freed her hand from the tangle of the covers, allowing her fingers to trace the contours of Chris’ face. She kept waiting for him to come to his senses and leave now the pheromones had faded, but he hadn’t yet and seemed disinclined to do so, even now. “She is a genius though; I guess she gets that from her father.”

“Or her mother,” Chris closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“Will it ever happen?” Dranzer asked, fighting against her entire being’s need to move closer to Chris, or at least pull him back to her level so she might feel his warmth against hers once more. “Will you ever go back to how you were before we met?”

“Maybe that will take a month too,” Chris chanced, as he opened his eyes and looked back down at Dranzer.

“It has been a month,” Dranzer whispered, her other hand free now, pulling Chris back towards her so he might straddle her once more.

“Then maybe it won’t happen,” Chris allowed himself to be pulled closer to Dranzer, adjusting position so he was over her once more. They oftentimes seemed to find themselves like this; perhaps it was because their first meeting had been caused by a Pearl and their first weeks had been spent in this very room. Still, it felt natural, in a way he never expected it would.

“I hope not,” Dranzer agreed, as she pulled Chris the final distance, brining him close enough to kiss.

Had he not been silenced, Chris might have agreed but he felt there was little need to do so and didn’t have the will to pull away now.

Their meeting might have been caused by the pheromones of a sex crazed chicken, but he wouldn’t have changed it and neither would she. Pearl, despite being an insane menace, was the best thing that had ever happened to him; after the Enterprise anyway, perhaps…

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Day 6 - Possibility

She seemed different, but she seemed happy; all he wanted was for her to be happy.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask,” Erik watched his wife, his eyes taking in the smile that was on her lips even now; one he didn’t see as often as he used to, but then they’d had to adapt to time apart. The multiverse had made sure of that.

“I don’t suppose you do,” Dranzer replied, only her telepathic abilities helping her avoid the obvious question of what it was her husband might have asked, had he needed to. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dranzer looked at him, “it’s not what I would have picked, had I had the choice.”

“You always have a choice,” Erik pointed out, the man less of a believer in the power of fate than his wife was. “But I can accept that Pearly helped force your hand. It is doubtless hard to have two weeks with a man, in that way, and not be left with some feelings for him.”

Blushing slightly, as Dranzer thought about the first two weeks she had spent with Chris, largely if not completely in his quarters, she turned away. “It is certainly not to usual way I break the ice with someone.”

“I don’t imagine you broke much ice,” Erik finally took a seat on the bed, looking at his wife, “but he makes you happy?”

“When you aren’t able to be there, he will,” Dranzer replied, her own frustration with the multiverse having only been dulled by time. She hated the fact she was unable to be with Erik 24/7, but if the compensation was Chris, then maybe she could come to terms with it.

“I can make it happen for you, if you want me to,” Erik finally offered, though he knew that was what had been on Dranzer’s mind. Her first meetings with Chris had been largely facilitated by Pearl using stolen technology, but if this was to be a long term thing, it would need to be made possible by him.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” Dranzer moved closer to Erik, her eyes on his face though her mind was joined to his. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to be stuck here…knowing that…’

“I will be happy to know that you are happy,” Erik whispered, his hand reaching out to take that of his wife. Had anyone seen him they might have questioned his sanity, but he still had this side of him. Time might have tried to remove it from him, but he maintained a degree of his old self, one that Dranzer had nurtured during their time together, scant as it may have been.

“It won’t be forever,” Dranzer promised, her own feelings for Chris were growing but they hadn’t sprouted into what her feelings for Erik had. She’d known immediately that she wanted Erik to be her soulmate; she didn’t yet know what she wanted Chris to be; only that she did want a chance to find out.

“It can be as long as you need it to be,” Erik released Dranzer’s hand, placing his over her open palm as he created the communicator that would allow her to travel through time. He’d long since had the ability to move forwards and backwards at will, even to move between dimensions, but that hadn’t been possible for the long term, this would be. “Tap this and you can see him, wherever he is.”

Watching as Erik removed his hand from hers, Dranzer looked down at the Starfleet badge left behind. It looked exactly like Chris’ and she soon closed her hand over it, pressing it against her heart before she pulled Erik into a tight embrace, moved beyond words by his kindness.

“I don’t deserve this,” she managed, through choking sobs.

“You gave me something no one has given me for a long time: You gave me a chance,” Erik replied, his hand stroking Dranzer’s hair, soothing her as she broke against him, though he knew the tears were of happiness and gratitude, he could see it in her mind. “It is only right I give you one in return.”

“You already have,” Dranzer pulled away, wiping her eyes and laughing, “our first time seeing each other in ages and I look a fucking mess.”

“Have I ever complained?” Erik teased, knowing how Dranzer would take that.

“Bastard, you’re meant to say I look beautiful regardless,” Dranzer protested, though she knew Erik was joking and loved him all the more for it.

“I don’t need to, you know the truth anyway,” Erik whispered, before he pulled Dranzer back against him, holding her close for the short amount of time they had before she’d have to return to her own dimension.

They’d tried for years to merge their universes and they’d failed every time; each separation harder than the last. Erik might not have liked the idea of Chris, but he did love the idea of Dranzer being happy and if he could do that for her, then he would. After all, he’d had a chance to experience true love and the unity that came with it, perhaps this was her time to have the same.

“I already have,” Dranzer whispered, as she heard her husband’s thoughts, “I had that with you…”

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Meeting Frank - Roleplay

"Don't you think it is time he met some of the others," Erik asked, turning to look at his wife. She was surrounded by chickens and barely reacted to him at first. "Chris," Erik added, watching her as she looked up and met his eyes, finally, "don't you believe we should take him to meet some of our neighbours?"

"Why?" Dranzer frowned slightly, tilting her head to the side, "what are you after?"

"What am I after?" Erik couldn't help but laugh, "are you reading my mind?"

"If I was reading your mind I wouldn't have to ask what you were after," Dranzer pointed out, though she was very tempted to do exactly what she'd been accused of.

"It has been three months and he hasn't yet fallen from favour, I am simply suggesting it might be time to treat him like he's part of the family."

"Ah ha, and since when do you care about showing off the family?"

"You know I can't resist a chance to show off," Erik teased, standing and used his powers to encourage the chickens to relocate.

"Oh, I know that," Dranzer watched as the chickens hastily left, then joined her husband in standing, crossing over to him, "but you won't be showing off yourself, myself or even Ezra and you have no reason to want to show off Chris."

"Maybe I'm a changed man," Erik whispered.

"And maybe I'm delusional," Dranzer couldn't help but whisper back, though her heart was racing at the prospect of showing Chris to someone, anyone, who was outside the family unit.

"You most certainly are, but I don't hold that against you," Erik replied, chuckling as Dranzer reacted by hitting him lightly on the arm. "Where is he anyway?"

"With Ez outside," Dranzer replied, her eyes on her husband as she was gifted with an image of his plans. "You want to introduce him to Frank?"

"I think he would be a perfect first choice," Erik confirmed, with a smirk.

"Oh, now I know this isn't because you want to show off Chris, you want to snoop," Dranzer accused, pointing her finger at her husband, even as she summoned Ezra and Chris from outside the mansion. "You want Chris to distract Frank so you can look around the mansion."

"If I wanted to look around the mansion I would do so regardless," Erik countered.

"You wouldn't, you respect Frank, even if you won't admit it."

"Who's Frank?" Chris asked, as he walked into the middle of a perplexing conversation.

"FRANK?!" Ezra practically screamed, before she crossed to her parents and looked at them both, "as in my Frank?"

"As in Alma's Frank," Dranzer corrected, before she turned to look at Chris, "they are one of our closest friends. Erik wants to know if you want to meet them."

"We should definitely go and see them, it has been forever," Ezra shouted, before she ran from the room to go and change.

"And he is...what to Ezra?" Chris queried.

"Her first crush," Dranzer confirmed, raising her voice so Ezra could hear the next part, "and someone she is meant to be moving on from!"

"It's never that easy," Chris sympathised, his eyes on the door through which Ezra had run, before he turned to look at Dranzer and then towards Erik. It felt strange being around them both, but he was gradually adapting.

"You are going to love him," Erik told Chris, though the edge to his voice suggested otherwise.

Watching as Erik left the room, most likely to check on Ez, Dranzer turned to look at Chris, "you probably will love Frank, he's eccentric but he's fantastic because of it. Alma is like me and Lisbeth is...Lisbeth."

"This sounds like a fascinating dynamic," Chris remarked, his eyebrow raised slightly, "and we are seeing them because?"

"Frank's an alien with alien technology, I'm fairly certain Erik wants a chance to snoop."

"I didn't think Erik cared about asking permission to do anything?"

"He doesn't, I expect he will simply leave us and snoop quietly," Dranzer joked, before she allowed her hand to take Chris' and removed her phone from her pocket, phoning ahead because it had been months since they'd last visited @francis-norman-furter and it would be rude to turn up on the doorstep unannounced.

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The First Meeting - Fic Snippet

I can't help it, I have an ego and it wasn't to share some of my favourite parts of my fic/novel. This was the first meeting with Chris, which also shows Pearly who is amazing. I love Pearly <3

Chapter 4 – Pheromones

Convincing Erik to let her use his time platform didn’t take as long as Dranzer might have expected, but then he was also used to Pearl’s antics and was clearly not pleased with her recent actions. It stood to reason that he might agree that it would be best to apologise for her, and seek a way to get her back under control. All the same, this was the first time Dranzer had been on such a mission and she found herself immediately out of her depth.

Pearly might have found it easy to go to places in which she wasn’t welcome, but Dranzer was not that way inclined. Still, she couldn’t exactly let what had happened pass without remark and so, taking a deep breath, she made her final way to the Captain’s Ready Room, following a trail that only her eyes probably noticed.

In fact, it was only as she reached the correct door – via the turbolift to avoid an awkward walk across the ship’s bridge! – That Dranzer realised the trail left by Pearly was not a trail that was a day or even an hour old, but one that was fresh. Swearing, she soon straightened up, wiping her finger on the butt of her trousers as she did something she never usually did, and walked straight into the room without knocking.

As expected, the first person to remark on her appearance was Pearly who let out an immediately annoyed Pearly noise and turned to glare at her!

“Pearl!” Dranzer near screamed as she crossed the room, sweeping her daughter into her arms, and ignoring the moistness of her feathers. “I told you stay at home, I swear to God I did!”

“Pearly doesn’t have to stay at home if Pearly doesn’t want to,” Pearly screamed back, before she turned to look at the object of her obsession, then back at her mother. “He wanted Pearly to come here!”

Startled, but able to catch up quickly as he watched the interaction of the chicken with its apparent owner, Chris gestured to Pearl and frowned. “Please take your chicken, ma’am, and remove her from my ship. I trust you can ensure she will not be coming back here, otherwise I might be forced to report her to Starfleet and have her punished.” “You can’t punish Pearly,” Pearl yelled, turning to glare at Captain Pike, before she looked back at her mother. “Pearly gets to do whatever she wants, you said so.”

Ignoring her daughter’s adorable look, lest she agree with her in front of this poor, harassed individual, Dranzer instead managed to offer a sad smile. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand why Pearly might have found herself constantly visiting the Enterprise, but she couldn’t just do whatever she wanted. She wasn’t even of this timeline for god’s sake, and Erik was fairly certain it was his tech she was using to come here, which only added more fuel to the fire of stopping a Pearly.

Speaking of fires, Dranzer couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t just Pearly who seemed to be a ball of warmth and she discreetly rubbed her forehead against her shoulder, turning away from Chris after realising she had been staring until that very moment. What had she been about to say?

“Oh yea,” Dranzer managed, as her thoughts caught up with her, “I will make sure Aunty R, her current caregiver, doesn’t let her out of her sight ever again. Rest assured her father is also going to ensure that Pearly doesn’t have access to his technology.”

“No fair,” Pearly shouted again, though her eyes were now on her mother. Pearly might have given off the impression that she was an idiot, but she was anything but, and she could already sense the subtle change in the room. Her mummy never normally looked anyone in the eyes, but she couldn’t seem to stop looking at Captain Pike now.

“Mummy!!” Pearly shouted, this time freeing herself from her mother’s hands to land on her shoulder and peck her, “stop staring!!”

“I,” Chris stood, circling around his desk and approaching the female. He hadn’t cared to speak with her before, he had simply wanted Pearly gone, but now he wasn’t so sure that was the right course of action. She had come here of her own free will to help him deal with a newfound menace, one that she clearly had created, but hadn’t caused. He couldn’t let her leave without a drink; it would be rude. “You…don’t have to go immediately, if you don’t have to.”

“Mummy has to go,” Pearly replied, glaring at Pike before she looked back at her mother, “you have to take your Pearly home.”

“My Pearly can make her own way home,” Dranzer found herself whispering, as she knelt quickly to place Pearly on the ground, her eyes not paying any attention to her destination because they were fixed on the man in front of her. It was easy to see why Pearly was obsessed with him; he was everything she might have wanted in a man, had he been available to her on the Earth, or available full stop: Starfleet Captains, according to her sister, were married to their ships, if you wanted a relationship, you sure as hell didn’t want to start one with one of them!

Reaching down, Chris offered Dranzer his hands as she placed Pearly on the ground, his thoughts less on the chicken that was now free in his Ready Room, and more on the fact that he could feel an unexpected stirring of desire and was not wearing the best clothing for such a predicament.

Accepting the hands, though she was more than capable of standing unaided, Dranzer allowed Chris to pull her to her feet, and then against his body. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent and had to fight back a reaction that suddenly made her understand why arousal led Pearly to create the trail she had followed to this very room. Never could she recall having wanted someone as much as she wanted this man now. It was almost visceral, an animalistic need to-

Breathing heavily, it was quickly clear that the feelings were mutual as Dranzer felt Chris’ desire begin to stir and she pulled away from him slightly, her eyes barely able to leave his lips as he looked down at her, his breathing as troubled as her own. In fact, she could have sworn she could feel his heart beat pounding through her own body, or was that just her wishful thinking?

Watching from by the door, Pearly couldn’t help her own stirring of hatred, anger and jealousy as her mother was the one that was gifted with the Captain’s affections, as the two of them suddenly, as though commanded by a silent God to do so, began to kiss passionately, their hands clinging to one another as though they might die were they to detach.

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Erik Meeting Chris - Fic Snippet

So, I have a 75000 word fic that I wrote based on my universe with Chris and I was rereading part of it yesterday and (as usually happens when I read my own work) I fucking loved the part where Erik goes to visit Chris to check he would be worthy of being with me.

Like this bit, at the start of the chapter:

“She’s a good woman.”

Groaning, Chris came too as a strange voice echoed through his quarters, one he didn’t recognise. Had he been like Lorca, he might have had a phaser close at hand, but he wasn’t and so he didn’t. Instead he could do little more than sit up and glare at the dark figure stood at the foot of his bed. “Come again?”

“Dranzer,” Erik circled around the bed, looking down at the man lying beneath the covers. “She is a good woman; you could do a lot worse than her.”

“I…” Chris turned to the ceiling, “computer, lights.”

The illumination of the room did little to help Chris work out what was happening and he stared at the visitor across from him. Tall and imposing, he could sense a degree of menace from the man, one which put him on edge, even if his words had been largely innocent so far. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because she’s my wife.”

Instantly, Chris felt his stomach sink as he imagined any number of ways this might go horribly wrong.

And then this bit:

“I…” Chris found himself turning away. It seemed right that he should tell this man that he didn’t intend to do anything else with his wife, but he had been unable to convince himself that that was what he wanted, and so he turned back to him nervously. “I…have been contemplating seeing her again.”

“Then you will need my help,” Erik raised his hand, using his powers to pull Chris’ Federation badge from the bedside table. Pocketing that badge, Erik handed Chris an identical one.

Taking the badge, Chris gazed down at it, before his memory realised how it had come to be with him. Startled, he now climbed out of the bed, looking at Erik, “what are you?”

The rest isn't anything epic, it just went into the lore of why Erik is there in the first place. I can't help but love it.

I'm currently trying to work out how to work that into the Tumblr universe where Erik and Dranzer are together.

It is such a headache!

On a side note, got to get ready to get my vaccine. I can use the 15 minutes afterwards time to give some through to this...or I might just end up reading the fic because, well, I do rather like it!

(Seriously though, the best parts are with Pearl, who is the sole reason I met Chris at all in the fic, she's freaking hilarious. Pearly, I love you!!)

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This probably isn’t the most Romantic ask...but I hear you really like chickens. I’m sure they don’t mind them, but what do your husband and daughter think of your chickens exactly (if I’m remembering right that you have some)? Bonus question, more relationship-based: What do you two think makes your relationship work so well? -@blackdragon-selfships (For the f/o-s/i takeover)

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Which is (Me: Normal; Erik: Bold; Ezra: Strike-through…because she insisted!)

I love them, I think they are awesome. They get in the way sometimes, like I nearly hit them in doors and stuff, but that’s only because they are stupid, not because they hate me.

Damn things are a menace! I admit, I might have been away longer than expected, but that did not give her permission to get a lot of chickens!

Daddy doesn’t like them.

He does like them, Ez, he just pretends that he doesn’t!

Nope, pretty sure he just doesn’t like them. You should hear him when you are outside, he gives them death threats and stuff.

He does what?!

I…have told a couple that I wish they’d croak and join P-

Don’t you dare say her name.

I was angry. I was trying to work and they kept jumping up on the table and ruining my concentration.

They wanted to spend time with you.

It is distracting.

They just sit there, they don’t do anything.

They’ve sat on my work a few times. Professor Xavier found it funny, but chicken marks are not a good look on your homework, mum.

Then keep the doors closed. Jesus, it’s not like they can pick locks!

Are you sure?

*Rolls eyes* Clearly their opinions on the chickens are mixed, depending on what they’ve been doing on that day.

They seemed fairly clear to me.

Anyway, they asked something else about your relationship. Sounds mushy, I’m going to do my ethics homework…with the door closed.

Good girl *Hugs her daughter, then watches her leave the room, turning to gaze at Erik*

I can tell you straight away, that the chickens have nothing to do with it.

Well they help when you are gone.

Which is rarely these days.

I’m glad *Wraps her arms around one of her husband’s, gazing at him* I guess it works because we just put up with each other. I mean, we do have the psychic connection which helps. Like, I know he won’t hurt my girls; both because I know him, but also because there isn’t that additional hate there.

And I know she won’t hurt me, for the exact same reason.

Great, now they are going to think that you think that I’m going to kill you!

…I really don’t think they will, but if it needs clarifying: I have a long history, and many relationships. A lot of people have left, willingly and otherwise. I wasn’t about to commit to another relationship, and then…I learned that it was possible and decided to give it a chance. The transparency was a big part of that, I won’t lie.

It’s how I won him over *Winks*

As for why we are still together? *Gazes at his wife, actually pondering the question* It works.

Obsidian-Dove.

Stronger as one?

Exactly.

(Thank you for stopping by *Smuggles you from the room before Erik remembers his threat to attack anyone who mentioned the chickens* ROFL 🤣)

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Which of you two is the more protective one? Also, what are some pet names that you both have for each other?

*Grins at her husband* I think you have a reputation!

Erik: Or maybe they saw you when someone last tried to take one of your ‘girls’.

Pretty sure they wouldn’t be here if that was the case *Thinks of the mess left behind and shudders. The spiders had been happy, but her peaceful reputation had been shot to hell!*

Erik: *Turns away from his wife* I am the most protective one. Dranzer has an annoying habit of trying to steal other people chi-

I do not *Covers her husband’s mouth, smiling nervously* Occasionally I try and ‘rescue’ chickens that are in peril. I don’t steal them! Sheesh!

Erik: *Frees himself and shrugs* A lot of the people who owned the ‘rescued’ chickens take offense. I generally have to step in when that happens!

Right moving on, pet names? *Looks at her girls, who are largely named after what they look like* I have to admit I’m really rather bad at that.

Erik: Oh they have lots of pet names, R’Adee-

They are asking about names I have for you!

Erik: And you wonder why I don’t like the chickens! She doesn’t have any, not really.

I do… *Blushes* I just…it feels strange having pet names for you.

Erik: My reputation again?

Sort of, or just…your aura?

Erik: My aura? *Raises eyebrow* Since when did you start believing in auras?

You know what I mean, you just have this way about you…

Erik: We are definitely discussing this later *Turns away from his wife, before they get wayyy off topic* Dove.

*Blushes* I thought we agreed not to reveal the pet names.

Erik: *Tries not to look proud of himself…and fails miserably* We did.

Obsidian *Turns away* Don’t ask.

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Soooo no idea what you are actually meant to say on these things. Traditionally when we celebrated it was a private affair, so having people here is....strange.

Erik: *Is used to people around, so gives me a bemused look* Perhaps you just thank them, accept the gifts and send them back home...with free chickens?

*Glares at him* Stop trying to get rid of my children -_- *Still, can't deny he's not right, even if sending you out the second you arrived seems very uncouth*

Erik: *Can't help but chuckle, then uses his powers to give everyone a drink, some food and then a shove towards the doorway...where some uneasy looking chickens are loitering*

Erik!!

Erik: *Removes his influence from around the chickens, allowing them to leave*

Gods, how did we make it to 15 years?!

Erik: Because we love each other...and the chickens are a relatively recent addition.

There is nothing wrong with the chickens *Hisses the words, before turning to the gathering* We are grateful for your support and hope you enjoy the food.

Erik: Feel free to explore, but do know we have eyes everywhere, and don't take well to theft...unless it is of-

Don't you dare say it *Glares at him*

Erik: *Moves close enough to whisper* Chickens!

*Playfully hits him on the arm, before pulling him into a tight hug* I am going to make you love them eventually

Erik: *Relaxes into the embrace* You can try.

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‘Sup ‘rents? When are u guys gonna come over for a sleepover. That’s the ultimate question 👀💋

Knowing that his daughter is obviously going to take this as an invitation to a sleepover, Erik makes his own way to Frank’s house, locating the man and collaring him in the middle of whatever he was doing. “My daughter will come to see you shortly, and when she does I trust you will treat her properly,” he hisses, watching Frank closely. He trusts the man, which is the only reason he is still alive, but that doesn’t mean he likes this closeness. Ez spends most of her time at school with Xavier, and now if her weekends are to be with Frank, that leaves her little family time, a fact which makes Erik very uneasy.Plus, Ezra has already proved she is young and impressionable, and though she has sworn off older men, Erik doesn’t trust her. Teenage hearts are fickle, and though Dranzer will be with Ezra during the sleepover, Erik has heard some things about Frank, and he doesn’t really like the idea of either female being in this house during the nighttime hours. “I trust I don’t need to tell you what will happen to you if anything happens to either of them?” he adds, mainly because of his worries about the nighttime hours. Sure, Alma was around and could keep Frank in line, but Erik wants to make sure the man knows where he stands, all the same!

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I Promise We Won’t Steal Any Brain-Bots - Drabble!

(A little something for Cat and MM’s amazing anniversary celebration. Congradz to the both of you, we love you guys <3)

“I trust that I don’t have to remind you that the Brain-Bot are not free gifts for everyone going to this event,” Erik mused, turning to gaze at his wife. Turning away for the mirror, which was mainly being used to admire her husband, Dranzer grinned. “We have our own Brain-Bot now, theirs are safe.” “Right,” Erik managed, though they had their own chickens now and he was certain their numbers kept growing, despite the lack of roosters. “I don’t keep sneaking in chickens,” Dranzer protested, as she picked up on her husband’s thoughts. “I’ve been working; I haven’t had the time to get any more. If their numbers are growing, either Ezra is getting them or you are, and then blocking it out.” “Clearly I’m mistaken about the chickens,” Erik admitted, mainly because the idea he was somehow sneaking them in and forgetting about it was horrifying. Standing, he checked himself in the mirror, before turning back to his wife, though he remained wordless, turning away again shortly afterwards. Picking up on her husband’s thoughts yet again, Dranzer chuckled. “This is the first time you’ll have seen MM for a while, are you going to manage to remain civil?” she asked, teasing her husband. She knew he liked the blue alien, but he refused to admit it, much like he did with the chickens. Fact was, MM was a rival of a sort, and Erik wasn’t yet sure how to feel about him. Once he had, Dranzer expected they’d end up as close as he was to Xavier, perhaps closer given their similar ideals. “I’ll behave,” Erik confirmed, before he took his wife’s hand and lead her out of the house. Ezra was already waiting by the car, where she had been for the past 30 minutes. Once she’d learned that Frank was going to the party, she’d insisted on joining and had been planning the trip for days. “About time,” Ezra mumbled, as she climbed into the back of the car, a smile on her face. “Remember what we said,” Erik reminded his daughter, as he climbed into the driver’s seat, twisting to look at her. “I know, don’t stalk Frank,” Ezra replied, her tone sullen. “Exactly, he will be there with Alma, let them be,” Erik concluded, before he started the engine and began the short trip to their neighbours house. “I don’t get why I can’t speak to him though, we are friends,” Ezra added, watching her father. “You can talk to him, you just have to return to us after you do,” Dranzer smiled at her daughter. Ezra was doing better, but she was still infatuated with Frank, and bringing her along was a gamble. Still, she too was friends with MM and Cat, so it was only fair she got to enjoy their celebration. “Fine,” Ezra crossed her arms, watching the scenery out of the window. It wasn’t long before the booming bass of Ozzy Osborne’s songs reached the car, long before the rest of the party sounds and Erik parked a safe distance from the Brain-Bots, eyebrow raised. “I suspect this is the sort of party where you aren’t supposed to speak to one another.” “You’re just getting old,” Dranzer teased, kissing her husband on the cheek, “it won’t be half as bad when we get closer.” “I love it,” Ezra shrieked, before she climbed out of the car and made her way impatiently towards the house. Already her thoughts were on where she might find Frank, and how she might manage to get him alone. “Ez,” Dranzer hissed, grimacing and yet again doubting their decision. “I know,” Ezra managed, spotting Cat and MM, and only avoiding the Brain-Bots because they moved away from her automatically. Really, the youngster wasn’t watching where she was going and would have tripped long ago, had the robots need been so sprightly. “Awesome party, happy wedding anniversary, have you seen Frank and-“ “This place is amazing,” Dranzer cut her daughter off, hugging both Cat and MM tightly as she handed over a gift and a bottle of bubbly. “Your choice of music is…interesting, but I am sure we can come to love it.” “It’s a little loud,” Erik managed, which was as close as he would allow himself to come to congratulating MM, though he did manage to smile at the man. They’d worked together and that meant something, and so far there was no reason to doubt his intentions. All the same, they were in a very similar business, and he was therefore, someone to be watched. “Don’t mind Erik, he’s as happy for you as we are,” Dranzer moved away, smiling at all the Brain-Bots, “damn, you really outdid yourself this time Minion, I can’t wait to try and food.” “FRANK,” Ezra suddenly shouted before she vanished off, trailed by Erik who simply wanted an excuse to relocate. “And I guess that is my cue,” Dranzer hugged Cat again, “I’ll be by the food, Ezra will be by Frank and Erik will doubtless end up somewhere he shouldn’t be so I apologise in advance,” she added, before racing off after her family, via the food because, well, Minion really was a fantastic chef. // @justafictionalthing Bahahaha I couldn’t resist, sorry this isn’t very good but man I am so happy for you two. I love you both so damn much <3 @no-d4y-but-tod4y I couldn’t not give you two a mention, sorry if you end up stalked for the rest of the party ROFL

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Wandering Hands - Snippet

(Well it has remained on my mind and I ate fast, so this is what I was thinking about while putting my girls to bed tonight!)

So, I fidget. Like, I mean i really fidget. I mean, my hands don’t stay in one place, they wander around, and I was thinking about how that would manifest in the relationship, and this is what came to mind:

Erik: Dranzer! Dranzer: Hmm? Erik: If you keep doing that we will have some problems. Dranzer: Keep doing what? *Keeps watching the TV, oblivious* Erik: That! *Gestures to his wife’s hand, after making sure he has her attention* Dranzer: *Pauses the TV, turning to look at her mate and discovering that her hand has somehow made it’s way to his thigh and it now dancing across the skin, sketching patterns* Oh, that! Erik: Yes, that! *Puts down the book he was reading, turning to properly face his wife* And here I thought you said we’d have a relaxing night. Dranzer: I am relaxed *Blushes slightly, turning to look at her hand. It hasn’t stopped moving, and really, she isn’t sure she wants to drag it away now* Erik: I agree *Can’t help but return his wife’s hungry look, taking hold of her hand and moving it higher* Dranzer: *Blushes deeply now, unable to stop herself even after so long. Jesus, she really was watching TV too, her damn hand though, it clearly had other intentions* I think I’’ll…continue this show later. Erik: *Turns off the TV using his powers* I think you should…

Bahahahahahahaha I would actually do that too, like…especially if he moved my hand and was all like, you know, thinking of the lewd thoughts. Also, I will literally not know what my hands do. Luckily they are well behaved, but when I’m around my girls, I’ll be relaxing and then I’ll discover I’m pestering a chicken. It is usually their angry clucks that alert me to this, or today I was resting and discovered I was stroking a Frizz. That was what made me think, you know what? Those hands really wouldn’t behave themselves around Erik. Hahahaha so yea, it doesn’t take much imagination to work out what tends to happen when they do that :D

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The Mystery Texts - Drabble

Inspired by Cat’s awesome rendition of this post.

Work was dull, but then that was nothing new. Staff cutbacks and spend freezes meant that parts were being ordered less frequently, which made for a workload similar to that of Christmas. Leaning back in her chair, Dranzer picked up her phone, opening the Township app so she could feed her imaginary chickens. Really, she didn’t have much of a life and if it wasn’t for this, she might be working constantly, even when there was nothing to do. As she was about to close the app though, her phone beeped and Dranzer frowned, ready to click on the notification, when someone came in through the door. “I need a header tank for 42926,” the voice called, as Dranzer hurriedly hid her phone. She’d check the notification later. Only, later was hours later, when she was back at home. Okay, the day hadn’t been busy, but she enjoyed the side projects and if that had really been a message it was bound to be spam and so she’d cast it aside! It was only as she was getting ready to message her sister, that Dranzer recalled the junk mail, and clicked on it, mainly out of curiosity than anything else. ‘After months of trying I’ve finally found a way to transverse the viscera between worlds,’ the message began, causing Dranzer to very much raise an eyebrow. ‘I can’t say that I believe in the multiverse theory, or that you even exist, but…Actually I don’t know what I’m doing. This is likely a waste of time…but if you are there-’ And just like that the message ended. If this was spam it was easily the strangest piece of spam she’d ever received. Still, before Dranzer could make heads nor tails of it, the phone chimed again, causing it be dropped in shock. Annoyed now, she reached for it, recognizing the hoax number from before. Perhaps the scam artist would get to the point this time and mention some long dead relative whose fortune she could inherit, if only she’d hand over some very personal information. ‘Look, this is not something I would ordinarily do. And you are not someone I would ordinarily do this with, after all, you are human. However, I can take care of that for you, and at any rate, I’ve been thinking about this and I don’t…well it doesn’t bother me as much as it should. I’ve seen your mind and your history, and I know you understand mine. You see me in a way few people do, and I know you won’t be fearful when we meet. Just give me the word and say you are ready. I will take care of the rest. Magnus.’ Okay, now this was scary. Turning off her phone, Dranzer crossed to the computer and fired it up. With her hands shaking as much as they were, it took several attempts to log on and open the Internet browser, but when she did she went immediately to Tumblr, ready to call out the hoaxer. Only to find that she hasn’t been the only victim. And not just that, but at least one of her friends had made contact, and was now a believer. Cat was arguably one of Dranzer’s closest friends, and to see her believe that MM had managed to reach out, well that changed things. In fact, it changed everything. Staring at Cat’s post, and reading it over and over again was just the incentive Drazner needed and she grabbed her phone. With hands once again vibrating faster than a- something that vibrated fast, Dranzer opened the messenger app. ‘I’m ready,’ she wrote, tears coming to her eyes though she couldn’t explain them. ‘I’m ready.’ There was no need for verification, there was no need for anything really. If this was a hoax then she hadn’t given anything away, but if this was him, really him, then, well, what had she got to lose? The reply didn’t take long to arrive, but when it did it proved as confusing as the first message. It read only:

‘Buy a wardrobe, I’ll be with you shortly. M’.

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Child-Like Wonder - Yuletide Ball Follow Up - Story

(Disclaimer: I’m sorry, I tried really hard to fight this, but then @somethingscarlet13​  did this post and I have to write a follow up, it has to be done, but don’t blame me, blame her, because it is totally her fault ROFL

Liz/Chris, if you don’t want the tag or the post or anything consider it gone. I just love your ship so much and I just know Ez would react if she saw you both, and so it is here. Sorry in advance though, if that isn’t okay :) )

“Mum, mum, look over there!” Ez shouted, as she pulled her mum away from the food, and pointed towards a couple who were talking in the corner. It was easy to see why they’d drawn Ezra’s attention.

“Don’t stare,” Dranzer quickly turned her daughter around. @ocshiplizard​ and her partner made a great couple, but her daughter had the youthful curiosity of many a teenager, and Dranzer really didn’t want her offending anyone at this ball.

“But he looks so freaking cool,” Ezra turned back to the couple, then towards her mum. “We should go and say hi. I want to hear what he sounds like.”

“We aren’t doing anything of the sort,” Dranzer mumbled, as she scanned the crowd for her husband. As predicted he’d made a beeline for one of the many powerful looking people, and she grumbled under her breath, risking ire by checking his intentions before turning back to her daughter, who was once again staring. “Come on, get yourself some food, it might help distract you.”

“Dad is always saying you should socialise more, maybe you can start here?” Ezra suggested, pulling her mother away from the food and towards the Bogeyman in the corner.

“Your father simply wants to me to stop pestering the chickens all the time,” Dranzer protested, before she circled around her daughter, blocking her view and pushing her towards the food. “Come on, people spent hours making all this, the least we can do is taste it.”

“Awww,” Ez began, before she spotted another good-looking couple enter the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the man’s unusual sweater. “Uhh, do you think that is something to do with sex?” the teenager shouted, with obvious glee.

Blushing deeply, on account of her daughter’s carrying voice, Dranzer also turned to look at the couple. ‘I can last eight days’, yep that had to be sexual! Blushing even more deeply, Dranzer turned to her daughter once more. “I…I don’t even know what to say to that!”

“Hey, can dad last for-

“You do not finish that sentence!” Dranzer practically shouted, as she pressed her hand over her daughter’s mouth. What had she been thinking, bringing them here?!

And what had that man, Stan, been thinking, bringing that sweater to a kid’s party, or a party attended by kids anyway, was he trying to kill her?

“This was a great idea,” Erik declared, as he rejoined his family, drawn mainly by his wife’s blushing and his daughter’s outburst. Ezra’s question had delayed him momentarily, shocking as it was, and he had to fight hard against the need to whisper something suggestive into his wife’s ear.

“It was a bad idea, a terrible idea, I regret ever doing it,” Dranzer moaned, from behind her hands. Her blush refused to abate, and hearing, as she could, her husband’s thoughts, it wasn’t going to abate any time soon.

“I agree with dad, this party is LIT,” Ezra shouted, as her eyes once again scanned the room, seeking out ever more interesting and unusual people, all while her mother resisted the urge to drag them both away, and Erik couldn’t help but wonder about the potential usefulness of everyone in the room.

When the idea had first been proposed he had thought it preposterous, but merely being able to see the blush on his wife’s cheeks; and the happiness in his daughter’s eyes, had made it all worth it.

And the best part? There wasn’t even a chicken in sight!

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The Damned Chickens - Story

“Mmm…I love it when you play with my hair,” Erik purred, his eyes closed as he leaned into the action.

“Huh?” Dranzer mumbled, yawning slightly as she turned to look towards her husband, though her eyes remain closed. “Nice idea…but I’m not touching your hair.”

“You aren’t?” Confused, Erik opened his eyes, only to find himself looking straight at the beak of a startled hen. Flummoxed, he sat up, pushing the confused bird to the side. Immediately his eyes fell on he others that were walking around the room and he could do little more than stare.

The sound of poultry in distress woke Dranzer up the rest of the way, and she too opened her eyes, looking into the soft underbelly of one of her favourite hens, Pearl. “Morning Pearly,” she whispered, kissing said plumage, before she recalled Erik’s outburst and remembered that she wasn’t alone anymore. “Oh hell.”

“’Oh hell’ indeed,” Erik managed, sarcastically as he turned to look at his wife. He might have thought this a completely random occurrence, had she not reacted with such calm to the presence of birds in the bedroom!

“I mean, oh shit, how did they get in here?!” Dranzer managed, backtracking as quickly as she could.

“I was going to say it was likely happenstance, but your immediate response suggests you opened the coop door and invited them inside,” Erik grumbled, as he used his powers to dress, so he could leave the room. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the chickens to see him naked…but he didn’t want the chickens to see him naked!

“I…” Blushing slightly, Dranzer didn’t have a come back for that one, or at least not one that would make her look any better in her husband’s eyes. This was only his second night back, and she hadn’t yet got into the habit of even putting the chickens back in the coop, let alone closing the door on them!

“I know you adopted the hens, and I have accepted the fact that you have adopted the hens, but they do not get to be in the bedroom!” Erik shouted, from the bathroom now.

“Mum, can I come and join you with the chickens?” Ezra called, from the hallway, before opening the door a little so she could peak inside.

“You too?!” Erik exited the bedroom, almost tripping over one of the chickens in his haste to catch his daughter’s eye.

“I err…” Ezra cast a quick glance towards her mum, then back to her dad. She too was having to adapt to his return, and it wasn’t easy. “No.”

“Look, we missed you,” Dranzer called, as she quickly pulled on her clothes and also exited the bed, though she slid from under the duvet so as not to send any chickens crashing to the ground. “We wanted some company and…”

“And mum suggested the chickens,” Ezra finished.

“That does not explain why they are in the bedroom!” Erik managed, exasperated.

“They just…” Dranzer reached her husband and wrapped her arms around him, resting her body against the shape of his. “They just walked in here one day and I didn’t have the heart to kick them out.”

“Well they better learn to walk to the coop in the future, blasted things should learn their place.”

“They will,” Dranzer closed her eyes, resting her cheek against her husband’s back and inhaling his scent, “just next time they wake you up, try and be a bit nicer? I think you scared Sandy.”

“I scared Sandy?!” Erik, who couldn’t help but mellow in his wife’s arms, turned to her astonished. “She wasn’t the one who got woken by a bird trying to make her bald.”

“She’s a hairdresser-”

“She’s a chicken!”

“She’s a chicken hairdresser,” Dranzer finished, chuckling slightly.

“She is the best hairdresser in the entire world,” Ezra declared, as she fully opened the door and entered the bedroom, scooping up the chicken in question. “You should be honoured, dad, some people pay a small fortune to have her do their hair.”

“Right,” Erik turned from his daughter, to his wife and back again, before he shook his head. “Seriously, I was gone for less than a month, how did I come back to this?”

“A month is a long time,” Dranzer whispered, kissing her husband’s cheek before she released him. “A lot can happen in a month.”

“Evidently,” Erik replied, though he couldn’t help but laugh, if only because of the oddity of it all.

Never once had he imagined he’d been in this position, waking up to a room full of chickens, ones which were still living! It was baffling, and yet strangely soothing at the same time.

Knowing that they’d managed to win her husband over, Dranzer kissed him again, before making her own way to the door, “so, scrambled eggs for breakfast?” she asked, before throwing her husband a cheeky wink.

The chickens might not be allowed in the bedroom anymore, but she’d make sure they found their way into her husband’s heart, one way of another.

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The Resolution - Story

The sense of loss was unexpected. After the talk with Drac, Erik had spent a lot of time thinking. In fact, he had disappeared for a period of a few weeks, meditating on what had been said, and, as much as he hated the Bat-Creature, he had had a point. There was little sense in investing in a family, only to abandon it, for fear it would abandon him. Returning, Erik had spent the rest of the time downscaling his operations. He wouldn’t leave completely, he couldn’t, the work was too important, but it wouldn’t be his life. He set up a fake base in a new area, far away from Dranzer’s house, and only when that was settled, did he commit himself to family life. That had been a few days ago. It had been a steep learning curve since then. Having visited many times before, during and after Ezra’s birth, Erik understood that Dranzer lived in a chaotic household, but seeing the creatures occasionally, was very different to living with them constantly. Drac was fine, he slept during the day and kept his own council during the night, but the ninjas and spiders were an altogether different story. They were around constantly, and they weren’t always peaceful about. He should have been used to that, not all of his followers kept their internal world inside themselves, not all of them were calm minded, in fact, some of the worst and most annoying had- Well, the ninjas would have fit right in. And then, when he had seen the spider with his daughter, Erik had been unable to hold back the fear that had taken hold. He knew, knew that they were safe. He knew they could be trusted. But in that moment, he couldn’t trust that what he knew was correct. He had acted, one simple thought and the black menace had been reduced to red gore, and then had come the screaming. The spider had made noises as it had died, but Dranzer was the one who screamed. She screamed as she grabbed Ezra off him. She had cried as she’d rushed to the hallway, and she’d been angry as she’d left. ND had tried to explain that the spiders were family, but that felt irrational. They were spiders, arachnid life forms, they couldn’t talk. They couldn’t feel, they shouldn’t even have existed. But they did, why was this such a big deal? Cleaning away the blood had been easy, and the ninjas had taken care of the rest, or had it been the other spiders? Erik hadn’t really paid attention; he just knew that it didn’t take long for the house to return to normal; all traces of the massacre removed. Was he happy though? No, not in the slightest. He told himself to give Dranzer time, that she would come back, but he couldn’t be sure. They hadn’t been connected; he didn’t want to be connected. When they were connected in that house, he heard all of it, especially the spiders. They thought so very differently to him; it was…unsettling, and so he had taken to locking himself away, protecting himself, not from her, not really. Or was it from her? They were pledged, they were married, they had a kid, but did he trust her? Completely trust her? It was a troubling thought, and it played on Erik’s mind as he made his way back to the school. The mansion was Dranzer’s home now, but Charles’ had been her home before. If she had gone anywhere, she would have gone here. ‘I knew you would come, eventually,’ Xavier called, his mind touching Erik’s even before the school had come into sight. ‘I thought we had agreed that you would stay out of my head,’ Erik replied, angrily. He didn’t want anyone to see his pain, and Xavier was smarter than most. He had no doubt felt what had been on Erik’s mind, and that didn’t sit well with him. ‘I merely wanted to check your intentions,’ Xavier admitted, smiling at his friend. ‘We are in my office, if you’d like to come and see her.’ Having also lived at the school briefly, Erik knew his way around and made his way straight for the correct window, entering that way so as not to trouble the students, or arouse the attention of one such as Wolverine. “Welcome, old friend,” Xavier turned, smiling at Erik as he joined them, closing the window behind him. “I had expected you to use the door, but so long as nothing is broken, I am sure I can allow this more unorthodox of entrances.” Nodding, though he had no words, Erik felt himself pause by the Professor, his eyes on his wife and daughter. Dranzer’s eyes were red and puffy, Ezra’s too, but for now the toddler was asleep, Xavier’s influence perhaps? “I believe you had something of a disagreement?” Xavier began, looking from one half of the couple to the other. “I have heard what happened, perhaps you’d care to enlighten Dranzer as to why it happened?” “Why?” Erik turned to his friend, glaring at him, but Xavier merely shook his head. This wasn’t an accusation, simply an invitation. Dranzer didn’t understand why the spider had been killed, did she think him callous? “It…Ezra,” Erik tried, though the words became caught in his thought. This was part of the honesty he struggled with. Just how could he open himself up, in this room, before these people? “You are among friends here, Erik, don’t be afraid.” “I…came back because I love you,” Erik managed, turning away from Charles, and crossing now to his wife and daughter, kneeling before them, trying to meet the former’s eyes.

“I…returned because…I can’t lose you, either of you. I…your Bat-Creature, he said something to me, the last time I visiting. He said that I had to choose, and I have. I have chosen you, both of you. When I saw the spider holding Ezra, looking at her, its fangs so close to her precious face. I lost it. I…I couldn’t think. There wasn’t a single rational thought in my body. I just saw…I saw her death. I saw a split second moment between her being with me, and being taken from me. And it was dead before I knew I meant to kill it.” Erik finished, falling into silent, though another phrase came to mind and. reaching out, he cupped Dranzer’s cheek, raising her head, causing her to look at him. “I’m sorry, for your loss.” The words were earnest, and they caused Dranzer to cry once more, her choking sobs heartbreaking, but as quiet as she could manage. Ezra didn’t deserve to be troubled, not like this, not by this. Silently, unable to find words, Dranzer opened her arms, angling her daughter towards Erik, offering him her as though she were an olive branch in human form. Quietly, Erik reached out, happily taking his daughter from his partner, resting her cheek against his shoulder. She remained asleep, exhausted, perhaps, by the events, and he used his free hand to stroke his wife’s knee. “Can you forgive me?” “I…” Dranzer looked up, forcefully wiping away tears, before she turned to Xavier. The Professor had explained about trust, but Dranzer already knew all that. It would take time for Erik to be completely open. She was foolish to expect his agreement to live with them signalled that change. It was selfish to expect it to happen. He had a long history of mistreatment, of pain; she couldn’t cure that in the space of a few years. “I…love you,” Dranzer managed, eventually. “I…always will.” “Then, you will come back?” the words escaped him, and Erik frowned slightly. Was that what he wanted?

It was, wasn’t it? “I will,” Dranzer managed, before she allowed all her pent up emotion to spill forth, and she lunged off the chair and into her husband’s other arm, only his use of his abilities keeping him grounded as she cried against him. She missed her spider, but more than that she’d feared what she’d nearly thrown away because of it. It had been a stupid decision, a foolish decision, and she regretted it greatly. But Erik had come back, he’d come for them. He hadn’t left. He’d had the choice, but he hadn’t left. “I’ll work on it,” Erik promised his voice little more than a whisper. “I’ll try and let you in.” “You…thank you,” Dranzer managed, a smile on her face, even as the tears continued to fall. They were together now, bonded, as one. They would get through this. This and everything else.

One thing was for certain, Dranzer was never walking about again. Her heart simply wouldn’t be able to take it.

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It Was Only Helping - Drabble

(Okay, so as I was writing this I started to wonder if I wouldn’t, actually, just accept what he did, but I think in the heat of the moment I would actually walk out, and so I finished it. This is only the first part, not the making up part. I don’t like them being too long. But anyway, this is the fight that would relate to number 7 of the In-Depth Asks, and the one time I’ve legit hurt him during an argument)

It Was Only Helping

It had all happened so quickly. One second the spider had been helping to feed Ezra, and the next second it was dead. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have tasked it with helping her. But the ninjas had decided to cause trouble, and though Ez had been crying, she’d gone to deal with it. The spiders had offered to help. They knew she was tired. Ezra was a good kid, and Drac helped out a lot, but she was still draining. It had been a simple moment, a nod of the head, and then- Blood. Blood and limbs, and the cry. It had been strangled, cut off almost as soon as it had started, but it rang in her ears all the same. It was all she’d been able to hear as she’d turned and seen Erik holding their daughter. It was irrational, stupid, but she’d felt so angry. It hadn’t helped that she couldn’t hear his thoughts. She had no idea why he’d killed her spider, only that he had. That was her child, they were all her children, what right did he have to murder her children?! Furious, Dranzer had felt herself storm across the room, snatching the toddler and pressing Ez against her chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she’d shouted, before ignoring any reply, and crossing to what remained of her arachnid. “It was going to eat our daughter,” Erik protested, completely confused by his wife’s reaction; her tears. “It was helping,” Dranzer shrieked, while at the same time holding the rest of her spiders back. She didn’t want them to die, and if they went for Erik now, that is exactly what would happen. “How?” Erik demanded, his eyes on the other spiders, almost daring them to come for him. He could kill them all so easily, a simple thought and they would all be in the ground, unable to bother him or his daughter ever again. “It just was,” Dranzer managed, before she swept away, hissing an instruction to the rest of her nest, before she made her way towards the door, grabbing Ezra’s day bag as she went.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Erik had asked, trailing after them. He was still settling into the strange home life that WDX presented, and the sight of his wife holding their daughter and making her way towards the garage unnerved him. “Out,” Dranzer managed, her hands shaking as she worked Ezra into her coat and shoes. The youngster was crying now, and it wasn’t help her mood, though she understood why. The child was extremely empathic, no doubt she felt her mother’s hurt; her rage, and was struggling to handle it. “Let me keep our daughter,” Erik pleaded, watching his wife as she now put on her own coat, slipping her feet into some loose sandals. She wasn’t dressed for a long trip out, but she had ways of getting anything she needed. A lack of suitcases didn’t mean a confirmation of return. “I can’t,” Dranzer managed, wiping her tears away on the back of her hand. “I just need…time,” and with that she was gone, leaving Erik behind, standing in the doorway, lost. For a moment he contemplated keeping the car back. They were all metal, they were useless against him, but he didn’t. He wasn’t connected to his wife’s mind, but he knew her well enough to recognise the pain in her eyes. The spiders, were they more than pets? Turning, he gazed at the nearest life form, one of the ninjas, his mouth open to ask for clarification, but he closed it again, wordless. “They are her children,” ND replied, anyway. “They are as tied to her as Ezra is. In fact, they’ve been around her longer, so maybe the pain is even more acute.” “They are spiders,” Erik managed, closing the front door and making his way back to the bloodied living area. “Not to her, they aren’t,” ND managed, before he departed to join his arachnid brothers and sisters. It wasn’t often they lost one of the eight-legged kind; there wasn’t anyone in the mansion who would be absent when it was buried. No one, apart from M/agneto himself, anyway.