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jaymoriarty-knight · 9 days ago

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Ooo!! This was so cute!! It's always very interesting to me how people interpret the same concept/prompt! Love reading people's different ideas! :D

Here's how my fic with the same premise starts;

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I’m still surprised you agreed, sugar.” Emma gave me her signature smirk. We were heading down to the College art rooms, to act as models for people to draw. Emma said I needed to get out and do something that wasn’t related to my classes.

“Oh, and Erik?”

I paused and looked at her, instantly on guard at her evil smile. “What?”

“We’re nude models.”

“Emma! You didn’t tell me that!” That would have been fucking useful to know. I don’t want a bunch of strangers staring at my naked body, let alone draw it. “I don’t want to be stripped down and stared at.”

“Yes, Erik, I know you hate being perceived, but come on. It’ll be fun. Chances are you’ll never see any of them ever again. You need to learn to relax a little.”

“By being sexualized? Fuck that.”

“Erik,” Emma snapped, “nudity is not inherently sexual. It’s natural.”

“Fine. But it still would have been nice to know beforehand. So I could… so I could prepare myself. You know about the scars Emma. I don’t… I don’t know how I feel about people seeing them.”

“Erik, honey.” Emma stopped walking and grabbed my bicep. “No one is going to say anything about it. And it’ll probably be dark, for mood lighting. People might not even see them.”

“Mmm. Let’s get this over with.” I shoved the door to the third floor art room open. It was empty of people, but a dozen or so easels with paper and pencils were set up in a circle. Two stools were in the centre, presumably for Emma and I to sit on.

“Let's leave our clothes against the wall,” Emma lilted.

“I… Emma. I don't… I don't know about this.” I felt uneasy. Almost sick.

“Erik, it'll be alright.”

“Will it? I don't—”

Emma turned to face me. She looked more sympathetic than I think I've ever seen her. “Sugar, if you really don't want to do this, I'll get Tony to swing by instead.”

Tony is Emma’s boyfriend, and I haven't figured out if I like him or not yet. “No, it's fine. Just…please. Please, if you ever ask me to do something like this again, tell me all the details beforehand.”

Emma nodded, “I'm sorry for not telling you this time Erik.”

“It's fine,” I sighed. I started pulling my jacket off, folding it and leaving it against the wall.

“At least we get paid, twenty bucks an hour.”

“Yeah, that's an upside.” I pulled my turtleneck off and folded that too.

“I don't understand how you wear so many layers,” Emma said, almost scoffing at my undershirt. The undershirt is made of some lightweight athletic material, and forms to the contours of my body.

“I get cold easily. It's easier to take off a layer than add one on.”

“Weirdo.”

I pulled off my undershirt and added that to my pile of clothes. “It's not weird, Em.”

Emma pulled off her own button down shirt, then undid her bra. It's not my first time seeing her naked. She has a habit of not putting clothes on after she and Tony have sex, and I'm up before she is in the morning. Emma kicked off her heels. She slid off her starched white pants and underwear. I hesitated over my belt.

“Erik, c'mon. I've seen into your mind. Seeing you naked won't be that bad.”

“You, maybe not. But there's going to be a bunch of other people here.”

“Do you want me to help you relax?”

“No. I just need a moment.” I took my shoes off to help stall. I wasn't ready, but I slipped my belt off, my pants after. I chewed my lip, a bad habit I've been trying to get away from for years, and yanked my boxers off. My socks followed suit. Even though it's only me and Emma in the room, I feel the impulse to cover myself again.

“Honey, look at me.” Emma put her fingers under my chin and tilted my face toward her. “No one is going to care about your scars or you being underweight. I won't let them. You know that baby, you know I won't.”

“I know. I just forget.” I sighed. I tilted my face into her hand. She's not particularly casual physical contact oriented, but I am. She calls me touch starved. I can't disagree with her, but I'm particular about who I let touch me. Emma and Tony are the only two people who can get away with it, because I trust them and few others.

“It's okay sugar. I'll remind you. Always.”

“Thank you.” I reached for her, intending to ask for a hug, but a voice behind Emma said, “wonderful! I'm so glad you guys are already here.”

Emma twisted away from me with a slight smile. I crossed my arms over my chest, twisting my inner forearms inward, hiding my scars.

“Melissa, hi,” Emma greeted a middle-aged woman with short hair.

“Hello, Emma dear.” Melissa smiled.

Emma half turned and gestured at me, “this is Erik Lehnsherr.”

“Pleasure,” I said, my voice tight.

“I'm one of the art instructors,” Melissa told me, pulling out a couple more stools to the centre of the room. “I'm glad you guys are here early and already dressed. I'll help you get positioned.”

“Positioned?” I asked, shooting Emma a panicked look. I don't want to be a display.

“I'll help you find a comfortable pose that you can hold for a long period while my students draw.” Melissa replied, grabbing Emma’s hand and leading her to the right side of the circle. I assumed Emma would be facing away from me, but something about that made me nervous. Melissa got Emma situated and then came for me. She started to reach for my hand.

“I'll do it myself,” I snapped.

Melissa gave me a surprised look. “Alright, whatever you like dear.”

I looked down, shame rising up my throat, but I didn’t apologise.

“Erik, be nice,” Emma warned.

I trailed after Melissa to the empty stool. “How do you want me?”

“The same pose as Emma, if it's comfortable for you.”

I surveyed Emma. She was sitting with her hands behind her on another stool, one leg away from her. I mimicked the pose. I went to ask Melissa if that was alright, but I saw her staring at my stomach instead. Concave and scarred as it is. “Emma, call Tony. I can't do this—” I started to get up.

“No, no!” Melissa put her hands out like she was going to hold me in place. I almost threw myself off the stool.

“Erik—”

“You're lovely,” Melissa dropped her hands. “You're lovely Erik. You'll make a wonderful model. I'm looking to let my students explore all kinds of figures. Including bodies with signs of abuse.”

That's a conversation I'm not ready to have. “Just tell them not to comment.” I said sharply.

“I'll let them know,” Melissa said, something like sympathy in her voice. “But you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I know I don't.” I was being too cold, too hostile. I know I was. But that's always my defence. I don't know what else I have.

Melissa went out into the hall. Emma got off her stool and came to stand before me.

“What the hell Erik?”

“I don't know. I'm sorry. I just… I hadn't meant to snap. But I just… she was going to touch me and…”

“Erik, you need to go talk to one of the College counsellors. You need to start getting therapy for this. It's hurting you, and it's making you hurt others. What Shaw did to you is still affecting you, even if you think you're okay.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“No, Erik, this is a serious problem. You need to get help.”

“I can't Emma. I have too many things to do. And I can't talk about it. Being an experiment, I can’t talk about that.”

“You can't keep going on like this either. It's killing you Erik.”

“I can't. I can't open that box. Not when I'm in the middle of my chance to truly leave it all behind. Maybe when I'm done with college I can work things out, but right now, I have to focus.”

Emma sighed. As she went to respond I heard Melissa's voice from the hallway, “now one of our models has experienced past trauma and has visible signs of abuse. Be polite and respectful about it, and don't seek out the scars.”

I glanced at Emma. She nudged my shoulder, “you'll do great.”

I tried to relax back into the position as Melissa's class came in. I tilted my head up just enough so that I could stare at the ceiling and avoid eye contact with anyone.

I didn't move aside from blinking and breathing as the class drew. I have no idea how long I stayed there for, but it was likely more than an hour.

“Alright! Time for a drawing break, I can tell we're getting tired,” Melissa sounded happy. “And our lovely models surely need a break. Let's step outside for a minute.”

The class filed out and I almost fell off the stools when I tried to move. My muscles had seized on me. I let out a pained whimper, that I'm exceptionally grateful no one but Emma could hope to hear.

Emma stretched as she joined me.

“Em, I can't do this. I want to go home,” my voice was broken and weak.

“Erik, shh.” Emma stroked my hair. “We need to finish this, okay? They don't have another model they can use and besides, they've already sketched you. Come look.”

Emma grabbed my hand and led me to the easels. I stumbled and she pretended not to notice. I was exhausted, in the kind of way that sleep won't fix.

Emma showed me the drawings, and I didn't see them. I looked at them, sure, but I didn't see them. I couldn't. Everything was blurry. I felt off balance, which is a normal sensation for me, but it's uncomfortable. I want to go home.

I managed to settle back into my position by the time the class returned. I'm dizzy as fuck, but I don’t move. My muscles locked back into place, just like they always do. I’m very good at staying still. I was trained that way.

I stayed there for much longer than the first portion of the drawing. I heard Melissa giving her students advice and commentary.

By the end of the session I was trembling with the effort of staying upright. My shoulders were killing me. Students were filing out of the room as they finished their drawings. Two men remained, sketching me. A tall, broad shouldered blond man and a short, scrawny brunette. I tried not to pay attention to them, I just needed to hold still.

I heard the blond man say quietly, “that looks incredible Charles.”

The brunette, Charles, shifted. “Nothing compared to yours Steve.”

“Yours is more creative,” Steve replied.

What if Erik was scarred and traumatized, but Emma convinces him to volunteer as a model for an art class, without informing him its nude modeling?

And what if Charles gets roped into attending a drawing class by him roommate, and ends up sketching Erik?

What then?

what then indeed :)

(cross-posted to ao3)

"You can't stay in your room forever, Erik," Emma hollers from the other side of Erik's bedroom door, locked out by his abilities. "You need to get back on your feet, grab the guy by the dick, so to speak."

Face-first into his pillow, Erik groans. "Emma, that is not the phrase." He digs his hands underneath the pillow, wrapping it over his ears. "Besides, I told you that I'm off men forever."

"Oh, please," Emma sighs, and Erik can hear her eye-roll. "I don't need to dip into your mind to know that's a lie. You just had a tough break, that's all. I mean, what did you expect to happen with a guy named Logan?"

"Emma..." Erik whines, most of the oomph behind it being lost in the pillow.

Emma jiggles the door handle. "C'mon, I signed you up for something, and it starts in thirty minutes. It's very artsy, very cool – you're gonna love it. And there's no commitment." Erik makes a muffled noise, remembering his last conversation that involved the word 'commitment'; and Emma backtracks. "Sorry, sorry, bad word choice. But after today, you can quit and never go back, I promise. And you quite literally just have to sit there. You're gonna love it, and you're gonna get your confidence back doing it. You're hot, you're smart, and you deserve some joy after everything that happened."

Erik can't see Emma's mischievous smile behind the door, nor can he tell entirely if Emma manipulated him to get to the art building. But Erik finds himself sitting on a stool in the middle of class room surrounded by other college students, each one of them staring directly at him with wide eyes because he's naked. Emma signed him up to be a nude model for an art class, and Erik's going to kill her. He might be two hundred dollars richer – paid before he even took his clothes off – but he's still gonna kill her.

Class starts, and the professor directs Erik to stand naturally on the side of the stool. Erik minds everyone's prying eyes and rests his hand on top of the stool, trying to look as comfortable as possible. But suddenly, he's hyper-aware of how his feet are a little crooked and his arm is twisted in a funny way and his shoulders are a little too hunched. He adjusts himself, receiving a smile from the professor, and the art students begin sketching, trying very hard to not look Erik in his eyes.

He returns the favor until the classroom door squeaks open, and two male students come in, shutting the door quickly behind them. The professor scoffs them for being late as they grab a sketchpad and pencils by the door. Erik watches the one student with curly brown hair and a firm ass scurry behind his friend as they take a seat.

With the room quite from concentration, Erik overhears the cute one say to his friend, "Why did you rope me into coming to your class if today's lesson involved nudity?"

Erik suppresses a small laugh, and the brown-haired guy looks up, making eye-contact with Erik. Erik holds the stare, cataloging the bright blue of his eyes, but the student breaks first, his cheeks faintly blushing. He fumbles with his pencil, and Erik holds his head a little higher, not ashamed at peacocking just a bit. Emma is right – he is smart and he is hot and he will grab life by the dick again.

The silence in the room immediately breaks by the cutie seeming to choke on air, coughing quietly. Erik senses another presence as if they are right next to him, and if he didn't have Emma for a friend, he wouldn't know what he was feeling. But Erik recognizes it right away and pinches his lips together to hold back his wide grin.

Catching bits of my thoughts, are we? Erik projects out, familiar with the ways to communicate with telepaths.

In his chair, the telepath freezes, his eyes shooting up to Erik's immediately. Holy shit, I'm so sorry. It was just a lot coming in here, and I let myself relax a bit too much. I mean, you're literally just naked. I don't even... His eyes wander down Erik's torso and land on his waist, licking and biting his lip in the process.

You know, Erik projects playfully, my eyes are up here.

The same flush from before floods his face, and he resets his eyes again. I'm sorry.

Erik smirks. My name's Erik.

Blue-eyes gives Erik the biggest doe eyes he's ever seen. Charles.

How about you draw me now and then I'll draw you later back at my place?

Charles flushes again, and suddenly, ocean blue and rosy pink are Erik's favorite colors.

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #emma frost #steve rogers #tony stark #cherik fic #fic

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jaymoriarty-knight · 11 days ago

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Would absolutely love to yap about my fics 😭

Ao3 version that lets you open the 'director's cut' where I, the author, explain every detail in excruciating detail to you and what it is in reference to.

#ao3 writer #fic writing #fanfic

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jaymoriarty-knight · 12 days ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64177216

New Hidden Treasures chapter :)

It's kind of short, but oh well 🤷

If you'd like a tag when I update, just let me know :)

#moon knight #daredevil #matt murdock #steven grant #fanfiction #charles xavier #scott summers #kamala khan #miles morales #sam alexander #viv vision #amadeus cho #marvel champions #hidden treasures #Jay's Champions AU

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jaymoriarty-knight · 14 days ago

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I don't think anything I write will ever be that good, but if anyone wants to talk about my writing or the characters I write about please feel free to DM me :)

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

#fic writing #fandom #fanfiction #ao3 #writing

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jaymoriarty-knight · 14 days ago

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Too true XD

Shared Chapter 33 of The Bartender and the Actor a week ago, after someone asked (politely) about and update and I haven't heard anything about the chapter :/

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

(two things can be true)

#writing #writeblr #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #cherik #cherik fic #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr

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jaymoriarty-knight · 14 days ago

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New Summer Storms chapter and a day off? Absolutely my lucky day :D

This week in Summer Storms, Vic is a ✨dramatic bitch✨

But what else is new??

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62456086/chapters/167371918

#rhuby fic #summer storms #reed richards #ben grimm #victor von doom #fantastic four #johnny storm #scott summers

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jaymoriarty-knight · 16 days ago

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Further continuation of the Scott x Warren first kiss fic, for @rhuby-zeug

The cold didn’t set in as quickly as I expected it to, but I still started to get cold. “Can we go back, Warren? I’m freezing.”

“Thought you were from Alaska?” Warren teased. He’s teasing me a lot, and it feels nice. Friendly even.

“I’m not usually in just my underwear and getting wet.”

“So it’s the water's fault?”

“It’s your fault, actually.”

Warren sighed. “Did you even want to come out?”

“I don’t know Warren.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because you asked me to.”

Warren contemplated for a moment. “Would you have come out with Bobby or Hank?”

“Probably not,” I said, truthfully.

“Really?” Warren sounded surprised, and…maybe touched?

“You’re kind of insistent.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Well,” I shrugged. I started walking back to shore for a second time, and this time Warren trailed after me.

“Okay, but,” Warren’s tone was nervous. I’ve never heard him be nervous before. “But like…you came out because it was me who asked?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

“But…why? I mean Bobby would have been insistent too. Why me?”

“Because Warren…who could say no to you?” I didn't look at his expression. I was scared too. We've gotten too close to the truth about what I am. And I don’t know what to do with that. I have to consult The Professor or Magneto before I can process that. I can't say it out loud and I certainly can't say it to Warren.

“Scott, don't do things just because someone else wants you to.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No, dude, I'm serious.” Warren jogged ahead and spun around to face me so he could force me to look at him. “Promise me you won’t ever agree to something you don't wanna do. Especially not something that could be dangerous, or that you're scared of.”

“Warren—”

We'd reached the shore and started up toward the hotel.

“I know you were kind of freaked at the idea of coming to the beach. I'm sorry I made you come. I should never have pressured you.” He shook his head, upset with himself. “I just wanted to hang out with you.”

“That…that's really sweet Warren.”

Warren ducked his head, flustered. It's a good look on him. “Yeah, well…things…y’know…it happens…”

“Are you…are you embarrassed?” I grinned.

“Shove off Scott, I’m tryna be vulnerable and shit.” Warren shoved my shoulder.

I laughed, and it felt great. “I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease. Earnest is a good look on you.”

“Oh please, Summers. Everything is a good look on me.”

“It is,” I agreed, which seemed to fluster Warren further. His wings twitched like he was about to take off.

We fell quiet, neither of us really knowing what to say. When we reached the spot where Warren had landed to get us here, he paused.

“I’m gonna need to lift you to take you back up,” Warren murmured, rubbing his arm. Which I’ve noticed is a sign of stress and/or nerves. His little tell for how he’s really feeling.

“That’s fine.”

Warren moved to pick me up at the same time I stepped toward him. I tripped into him and both of us fell into the sand. Warren’s wings spread out as I landed on top of him.

“Mmph!” Warren grunted, having taken both our weights in the fall.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” I started trying to get up but ended up losing my balance and collapsing against him. My chest and face heated with my embarrassment. I pressed my face into his chest, trying to keep my flush away from Warren.

Warren gave a light laugh and I could feel it reverberate through my chest. His wings wrapped around us again, the tips resting against my back. Warren’s arms wrapped around my lower back, resting at the base of my spine.

“You’re good Scottie. I’m not mad.” I could hear the smile in Warren’s tone, but I was entirely unwilling to look at him. He’s too pretty and I’ll just make a fool of myself. Because I’ll kiss him. Dammit, I’d kiss Warren Worthington the third with him holding me like this. I’ve wanted to kiss him for so long, but I can’t. I can’t do that to him. And I can’t lose the friendship we have.

Warren's hand skated up my spine, sliding over my shoulder, until his long delicate fingers were tracing my jawline. Way too intimate, way too personal. Is it possible…is it possible he's like me? That he feels the way I do?

“Scott,” Warren’s voice dropped. His gaze stayed at my mouth.

“Warren?”

“Slim.”

“You're kind of…” I trailed off as Warren's hand slipped into the hair at the nape of my neck, guiding me toward him. Towards a kiss. I can't be wrong about that, can I?

He paused though, like he was asking permission. I shifted toward him, close enough that I could feel the light breaths from his nose against my mouth. I hoped he understood it to be permission. I licked my lower lip just to make sure.

Warren tilted his face to the side and pressed his lips gently against mine. My hands found his hips as I leaned into the kiss. I've never kissed anyone before. Warren's lips are really soft and smooth. They fit against mine just right.

“I was really hoping,” Warren panted, “that you'd go for that.”

“That I'd kiss you?” I mumbled back. He made me dizzy with all kinds of things I've never felt before and never thought I'd ever get.

“Yeah. I mean…you're so talented and smart, and cool. Why would you feel like kissing a guy like me?”

“A guy like you? Pretty, witty, rich. But so unfathomably kind? That kind of guy? Who wouldn't? It's surprising to me that you're interested in a brain damaged, half blind, obsessive-compulsive guy like me. And…well just for the fact that I'm a guy is surprising. I didn't…I wasn't expecting you to…”

“You’re an amazing person Scott. I couldn't care less what anatomy you have. I like whatever. You…You are what I'm attracted to.”

He sounds so casual about it. Like this isn't groundbreaking, world shaking news. Maybe to him it's not, but to me it is.

“Warren…”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have dropped this on you.”

“Kiss me again?” My voice came out high and nervous. Eighteen years old and I still get voice cracks.

Warren smiled, tugging gently on my hair as he kissed me again. Our lips moved against each other, parting a little before rejoining. It felt like sparks were lighting up my skin, sending tingles through my body in the best way possible. Warren's hand that wasn’t in my hair curled possessively around my waist. I liked that. It made me feel safer, like he would protect me.

At some point I broke away from Warren’s kisses to leave my own down his throat, to his clavicle. I almost kissed enough to leave a bruise.

“Scott-!” Warren gasped.

“Sorry! Sorry! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” I scrambled off Warren and a few paces away from where he laid in the sand.

“Scott, what are you sorry for?” Warren got to his feet and followed after me.

“I don't know what I'm doing. That wasn't the right thing to do. I'm sorry.”

“Scott, hey,” Warren caught my wrist and tugged me back toward him. “I liked it. That's why I reacted. I was having a good time.”

I nodded. I was still trembling and shaky. Warren slipped an arm around my waist again. “You're okay Scott. It was good. I really liked it.”

“That's relieving to hear.” I smiled.

Warren returned my smile easily. “We should probably go back up though.”

The sun had set completely while we were out and the temperature was dropping fast.

“You're right.”

“I'm gonna have to pick you up now though.”

I nodded and looped my arms over Warren's shoulders. We were face to face again so he grinned before kissing me. I smiled into the kiss, more than happy to let him close. Being with Warren like this felt light, easy. I was happy, I was enjoying myself. Warren is safe. I can let him close, let him touch me, and nothing bad will happen because of it. I'm comfortable.

Warren broke the kiss, tugging me just a little closer as he did. I half expected him to say something…I dunno, dirty. I couldn't tell if I wanted him to or not. I think it's too soon for something like that.

“Gonna pick you up now, okay?”

I nodded, resting my head against his chest. Warren hooked his arm under my knees, lifting me with ease.

“I'm going to take off now, ready?”

I'm glad he was giving me a warning. “I'm ready.”

Warren’s ascent was smooth and I hardly noticed we were moving until Warren landed on our room's balcony. His landing was smooth too.

“Have you been practicing?” I teased. Warren's had more than a few rough take-offs and landings.

“Maybe,” Warren grinned, lowering my legs. Once I was steady, he straightened. I stroked one of Warren’s blond curls away from his face. He caught my hand and held it against his cheek.

“Sap,” I grinned.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, it's not.”

I leaned in and Warren met me in another soft kiss. His body was so warm against mine. He tasted like salt water and smelled like his fruity cologne.

Warren swayed slightly with his arms draped over my shoulders. My hands shook, but I rested them on Warren’s hips.

“Your skin is freezing Scott. You should go shower and put clothes on.”

“Alright. Are you…you should probably shower too. You probably have sand in your feathers.”

“I'll go for a fly while you shower to clean ‘em out.”

“Sounds good.” I pecked his cheek, flushing with both excitement and embarrassment as I did so. I liked getting to be this close to him.

#scott x warren #scott summers #warren worthington iii #first kiss #beach kiss #there both stupid and I love them

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jaymoriarty-knight · 18 days ago

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Will absolutely be reading later :)

hi!!! this is me promoting my most recent moondevil fic, is steven x matt centered and, as the summary says it's just a silly idea i got where they have office sex. I'd like for you all could give it a shot if you want to. needless to say it's smut/nsfw and mostly has no plot other than giving background to comics canon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64891696

#matt murdock #steven grant #daredevil #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #moondevil #devilmoon #devilknight #loonymeowny's fic

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jaymoriarty-knight · 18 days ago

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A little continuation of my Scott x Warren fic, for @rhuby-zeug

“That doesn’t make it okay for me to forget about you guys,” I insisted. I kind of hate how petulant I sounded. The water was cold on my feet and I nearly yelped. I'm glad I didn’t though, because that would be the height of humiliation. No way would Warren let me live that down.

“It…well Scott…things happen. We understand. I mean… the Professor and Magneto make you take on a lot of responsibility and stuff so…you don’t have time for us.”

“I want to!” I grabbed Warren’s bicep and almost got distracted by the lean muscle there. “I want to hang out with you guys…but I don’t know how. I…I don’t know how to interact with people my own age. You guys…all fit together so easily. I can’t be a part of that.”

“Yes you can, Scott,” Warren turned to face me, leading me further out into the water. “You’re always welcome with us.”

“I…”

“I know we make it hard. I know your sessions with Magneto and the Professor make it hard. I know all the responsibility you’ve been handed makes it difficult. We’ll try to do better so you can join us. We want you there Scott. We tease and stuff because we want you there with us, not because we’re trying to push you away. Bobby, Hank, and I…we’re just being guys when we tease you. I’ll try and remember how…uncomfortable it makes you. Okay?”

I nodded, fighting back the lump in my throat. “I’ll try to be less strict and stuck-up.”

“Don’t stress about that. You’re stressed and stuff, and some of it’s your personality.” Warren shrugged.

I felt my shoulders drop. My personality isn’t the most likeable and I can be hard to be around. It doesn’t feel good to hear though.

“Wait, Scott, no!” Warren cupped my face in his hands, leaning close to me. His thumbs end up brushing under my glasses. “I’m not trying to insult you, I swear. You’re a wonderful guy Scott. You’re incredibly kind, and smart, and you care so much about others. You’re thoughtful and beautiful. Yeah, you’re shy, and not the best at reading people in an emotional way, but you try so hard to be a good person.”

“Th-thank you Warren.” My voice shook a little.

“May I hug you?”

I nodded. Warren wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I was shaking really bad as I rested my hands on Warren’s back, just under his wing joints. He was really warm and it felt so good to be hugged by him. Warren held me tightly for a long few moments.

“Are you okay Scottie?”

“I’ll be okay Wren.”

“You want to swim now?” Warren offered me a smile.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. Warren took my hand and led me further into the ocean. I tried to keep my face neutral and not start panicking, but I'm not sure it worked.

I looked down and realized the water was at my hips. “Warren! We have to stop. I can't-!”

“Can't what Scott?”

“I can't go any further. I can’t.” I didn't like that my voice was so desperate.

“Take it easy, Slim. I won't let anything bad happen to you. You're safe here.”

I clutched Warren's hand tighter. “I don't—”

“I'm here,” Warren soothed. “I'm right here Scott. I won't let you drown. I won't let your glasses fall. I won't let anything bad happen.”

“But what if—”

“Is it possible for you to let yourself stop worrying? Have faith in me Scott, just like you do on missions and in the danger room.”

“Okay. Okay. I trust you.”

Warren took my arms and draped them over his neck. “We’re gonna keep going out, okay? Just lean on me.”

He’s being remarkably casual with touch, which is something I’m not familiar with. Magneto grips my shoulder sometimes, but that’s generally it. Or sometimes Jean gets headaches or whatever and comes to my room to lean on me. But Warren’s hands all over my skin feels different. His hands are smooth but strong. And…I want him to touch me. All over, like a lover.

I feel like I'm clutching Warren as he pulls me out further. When the water reaches my chest I dig my heels in and tell Warren, “no more.”

“No more?”

“I don't wanna go any further. Please don't make me.”

“Scott, I'm not gonna make you. Take a breath, okay? It's alright. We can stop here.” Warren rubbed my back, the way I like. The way Magneto does when he's helping me calm down. Just enough pressure, most of the contact right between my shoulder blades. My arms are still over his neck and I leaned into him without thinking. I rested my head against his clavicle, my nose pressed into his throat. I felt him swallow, but that was his only reaction.

“It's alright Scottie,” Warren murmured into my hair. ��I'm here.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“You're safe.”

“I am.” I nodded. “Thanks Warren.”

“ ‘course Scottie.”

I’m trying really hard to ignore how nice it sounds when Warren uses a nickname for me. How comforting it is. We stayed holding each other for a while, before Warren leaned back slightly, looking at me as though he could see my eyes. I know he can’t, no one can. They’re brown I think, but I can’t remember. I’m told Warren’s eyes are blue. Blue used to be my favorite color, I liked really light blues, like a pale sky. Sometimes, late at night, I wish I could see Warren’s eyes. Even just for a minute. I’d like to see all of my team members without the red barricade between us, but I especially want to see Warren clearly. Preferably on a night like tonight, where he’s being open with me and the sun is reflecting off his wings, changing them from white to a fire of color.

“You okay Scott?”

“Just thinking,” I muttered, stepping back from him, which is probably what he wanted. It was the last thing I wanted to do. I’m certain I imagined the way his wings drooped and his face fell as I moved away from him. He can’t be disappointed. It would make more sense for Warren to be into someone like Bobby, energetic and fun, cute in his own way, than me. And I doubt Warren is…well wrong. He’s built properly. Not like I am, with something broken inside.

“Do you ever do anything else,” Warren teased, nudging my shoulder with his.

“I spar sometimes,” I deadpanned.

“That’s sooo much better Summers.” Warren stretched, his wings lifting with his arms. My attention got caught on the way his abs contracted. I turned away before Warren could see me.

I started back toward shore, feeling chilled from the water. I was ready to go back to the room and curl up in bed, pretending to ignore Warren’s proximity. Pretending I don’t want him to wrap me in his arms and press his warmth against me. It’s going to be much harder to do tonight, what with Warren having been touching me and soothing my worries.

I was about half way back to shore when Warren called, “Scott!”

I turned to see he’d gone further out into the water and was looking at something. “I’m cold Warren, I’m going back.”

“You’ve gotta come here! You gotta see this!”

I reluctantly trekked back to Warren, moving slowly and dreading what I might find. Warren reached for me, pulling me into his side. He gestured at something a couple of feet away from us.

“Look,” he whispered.

It took me a moment to find what Warren was looking at. A sea turtle was lazily drifting around, getting closer to us. It didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Must be nice.

“I’ve never seen one before,” Warren whispered, leaning toward me.

“Me neither,” I whispered back. “It’s pretty neat. Especially that it’s so close.”

Warren grinned. “My parents don’t care for wildlife or nature, so if we go on family holidays there’s never a chance for something like this.”

“We went camping a lot in Alaska. I got pretty close to some animals, birds usually.” I have very vague memories of my family. I had a brother, I’m pretty sure, but I can’t remember his name. The Professor says my memories might come back, and that remembering things like going camping are a good sign. “One time we went to the coast during puffin season, and a whole flock of them started following me around. They’re like puppies. I even pet one.”

“That’s so sweet Scott.” Warren smiled, squeezing me. I let myself lean into him. I felt something feathery brush my back and realized Warren’s wings were wrapped around us. It felt secluded, safe.

#scott summers #warren worthington iii #scott x warren #shy scott summers #warren is trying his best #scott can be dense

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jaymoriarty-knight · 21 days ago

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Just for you Rhuby :D

Scott (age 18);

Look, if you ask me (which no one has), Warren is too pretty for his own good. He thinks he can just bat his over-long eyelashes and get whatever he wants. And it works. He can actually get whatever he wants, just by being pretty. And if pretty doesn't work, being rich does. Normally I hate guys like him. The rich pretty kids who get everything handed to them. But Warren's actually pretty decent. He's aware of his privilege at least and isn't too weird about my past. Not that I wanted him to know about my past. I didn't want anyone to know, but the Professor thought it would do the others some good to know what’s happened to me. The thought was that they'd harp on me less. No real luck there. They just don't do it with the Professor or Magneto around.

It was because Warren is so damn pretty that I went against my better judgement. He looked at me with those eyes, those eyes that plead and plead, and I couldn't say no. Even though it was a bad idea. Possibly the worst idea I've agreed to since falling out of a plane. Warren wanted to go swimming. We were in Miami for what the Professor called “team bonding and vacation”. The Professor and Magneto had called it a night, and entrusted us, the students, to get to bed at a reasonable time. There were six of us; me, Hank, Warren, Bobby, Jean, and Ororo divided into three rooms. Me and Warren, Hank and Bobby, and the girls together. It probably didn't matter who Warren was rooming with, he would have asked to go swimming. We were right on the edge of the beach, able to hear the water now that the crowds had gone.

“Scott, we should go swimming.”

“The beach is closed, Warren.”

“Do you ever have any fun? You're always such a buzzkill. ‘The beach is closed Warren’, honestly.” Warren mocked.

“Look, you can go ask Hank or Bobby, or the girls. I can't.”

“Dude,” Warren drawled, giving me a look with those damn eyes and those stupid cheekbones. It's so hard to say no to him. “Can you like… not swim?”

“I know how to swim.”

“Then what's the big deal? Jean and Ororo snuck out last night. We deserve some fun. We're on vacation.”

“Team bonding,” I corrected. “And I can’t go swimming, Warren. What if the visor slips? That would reveal us all. I can't risk that.”

“So don't put your head under water. Come with me Scott. Please,” Warren gave me sad puppy dog eyes and I cracked.

“Fine. But I'm not going in deep, or putting my head under water. And we can't be gone too long, in case the Professor or Magneto comes to look for us.”

“God you're stuck up.”

“I'm sorry,” I snapped. “We can't all be as relaxed as you. Some of us have to be aware of the fact that we're dangerous at all times.”

“Scott—”

“Let's just go,” I muttered, turning to the door.

“We could take the balcony. I'll fly you down. It'll make getting back up unnoticed easier too.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“We should leave our clothes up here.”

It was a good thing it was dark in our room because I was blushing furiously at the thought of taking my clothes off in front of Warren.

“Y'know, so we don't forget them,” Warren was already taking off his shirt. I didn't want to seem like a stuck up prick, so I took my own shirt off, being careful of my glasses. I folded my shirt and slipped off my jeans. I was going to keep my underwear on, due to a lack of swim trunks. Warren was stripping all the way down. No boxers, nothing. Just the bands that hold his wings back.

“Scott, you wanna help me with these?” Warren gestured at his wings.

“Um…sure. How do I…?”

“They're self adhesive. Just find the end and unwrap it.”

I hesitated, unsure of if I'm going to do something wrong or not. Or hurt him or something. I'm closer to Warren now than I ever have been, aside from combat training. I can't ignore his teen supermodel physique. I chewed my lip, a bad habit of mine, and gently undid the strap near his ankle.

“Scott, you're the one who didn't want to take a long time.” There was something teasing in Warren's voice.

“I don't want to pull out any feathers,” I replied, doing his other ankle.

“They're not that delicate.”

“Your loss.” I undid the straps at his knees, upper thighs, hips and then it dawned on me that my hands were brushing against Warren's waist. I hoped my hands weren't cold. I tried not to think about my hands skating over Warren's bare chest as I undid the last three straps and the harness over his shoulders. I stepped back as Warren stretched out his wings, shaking them out the way you'd do an arm that fell asleep.

“Do they get stiff?” I asked, curious about Warren's mutation because we haven't really talked about it.

“Yeah. I don't like wearing the straps, but we can't risk being exposed.”

“You wear them at school though.”

“That's… it's so I form a habit of doing it. For when I work at my parents’ company.”

“But—”

“Don’t Scott.” Warren turned away from me and grabbed his swim trunks.

“They should accept you.”

“Like you accept yourself?” Warren snapped. I took a step back from him, wrapping my arms around my body in a pathetic attempt at protection. Warren's face dropped. “Scott—”

I felt a tingling behind my nose; my indicator, I might cry. I shoved past Warren and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sank to the floor and started trying to do my deep breathing, like Magneto taught me. I can't cry because it's dangerous. My tears burn, quite literally. I have scars down my cheeks from crying. What had Magneto said? Focus on senses. What can I feel? Cold tile flooring against my nearly bare legs. A breeze from the AC. Rough wooden door against my back. I forced myself to take deep, even breaths and feel the things around me.

I stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes or so before Warren knocked. “Scott? I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Can you please come out?”

Well, I wasn't doing myself a lick of good sitting on the floor. I got up and unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open to see Warren's guilty expression. I crossed my arms over my chest. Both of us are shirtless, but Warren's pulled on his swim trunks.

We stood there in silence for a moment. I wasn't going to be the one to break it.

“I'm sorry,” Warren finally said. “That was really cruel of me to say.”

“It's fine. You don’t…you don't get it, what I deal with. That's not your fault.”

“You could tell me.”

“I can't even cry, Warren. You all pretend you don't notice the scars. But that's what they're from. Crying. I've burned myself with my tears. And I don’t think you guys get that. That I can't… I can't express myself because it hurts. I know you think I'm emotionally constipated but it's because I can't deal with it in a healthy manner. I've gotta stay in control or I'm putting everyone else at risk. I've gotta keep you guys safe.”

“You… Scott, we're your friends. You can talk to us.”

“You guys don't make it easy. With the constant grating on me.”

“I…yeah. You're right. We have been pretty not sensitive to your situation. I'm so sorry Scott. I'll do better.”

“Thanks Warren,” I muttered. I could hope he meant what he said. “I don't mind some jokes, but I have serious issues that you guys don't take into account. That's why I have my one on one sessions with the Professor and Magneto. I'm doing therapy.”

“I didn't know.”

“You didn't ask.” I sighed. “Let's just go swimming.”

“Scott, you don't have to just brush things off. I'm here, we can talk. I swear I'll listen.”

“Maybe later. You wanted to go swimming. We should do that before it gets too dark out.”

“Do you actually want to?” Warren's voice had gone soft and gentle.

“Maybe. I dunno. I want to. I used to love swimming, I think.”

“Then come with me.” Warren held out his hand. “I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

I finally uncrossed my arms and took his hand. Warren guided me to the balcony and stretched out his wings to their fullest extent. He looked like a Greek god in that moment. The sunset gently lit his face and every part of his physique. I'll admit, I was a little speechless. Why would someone like him want to hang out with me?

“Ready? I'm going to pick you up now,” he said, turning to face me.

I nodded, “okay, yeah.”

Warren bent his knees and scooped me up into his arms, bridal style. I let out a squeak and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You're pretty light Scott. Do you eat enough?” Warren asked as he took off.

“Now is not the time!” I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in his chest. I have a complicated relationship with flying. Erik says I should fly more to help me recover from my trauma. Charles says that I should take things at my own pace and not push myself, especially not in the wrong direction.

“You okay Scott?” Warren landed on the beach with a soft flump. He didn't try to put me down and I didn't let go of his neck.

“I have issues.”

“I know. Do you not like flying or something?”

“My parents died in a plane crash.”

“I'm not a plane.” Warren shifted me closer to his body.

“I know you're not. But I'm still…” scared of falling. “Apprehensive. And you gave me no warning.”

“How else were we supposed to get down here?”

“I know Warren.”

“Are you okay?” Warren looked down at me. “You're all over the place tonight. Do you want to be here?” I got the feeling Warren was talking about more than just being on the beach.

“I don't know. Things didn't end well the last time I had a holiday.”

“It's different this time. You have us.”

“Yeah. I do.” I offered Warren a smile, still not letting go of his neck. He was nice and warm, with smooth and soft skin. I was comfortable.

“I'm gonna put you down now, okay?”

“Okay.” I didn’t want him to but I didn’t want to explain why. I nodded anyway. Warren lowered my feet back to the ground, keeping his arms around me while I regained my balance. I let out a small sigh against his neck.

“You okay Scott?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.”

The sand beneath my feet was still warm from the day, although temperatures would be dropping soon, which was another reason I didn't want to be out long. Warren flexed his wings and I watched, mesmerised by the way they seemed to glow in the setting sun, the sunset colours reflecting off the feathers.

“Warren, how long did you have the bands on for? You look tense.”

“Since we left the manor. I've slept with them on.”

“You slept with them on?”

“Yeah. I didn't wanna bother with redoing them each day.”

“Oh. Yeah, I bet that would be inconvenient.”

“It takes forever to do them all up.”

“I can help you tomorrow if you show me how.”

“Really? That’d be great!” Warren smiled and I couldn't help a sense of satisfaction at making him happy. “Race you to the water.”

I reluctantly let go of Warren and took off running.

“Hey! Cheater!” Warren yelled after me. I grinned, more to myself than to Warren, who was behind me. I was almost at the water's edge when a shadow flew over me. Looking up I saw Warren diving into the ocean, having used his wings to beat me.

“Now who's cheating!” I yelled when Warren came up for air.

“We didn't establish any rules about no powers!” Warren called back with a grin. He shook water out of his wings and beckoned me forward, into the water. I hesitated. I know Warren said to just not put my head underwater, but stepping into the ocean feels like a bad idea.

I sat at the edge of the water, just letting my feet go in. I picked up a handful of sand and let it run through my fingers. I was watching the sand filter through my shaking hand, and almost didn't notice Warren joining me.

“Y'know, I brought you down here so you could go in the water.”

“I know.”

“Scott, c'mon. What's wrong?”

“I don't know.”

“Yes you do,” Warren pushed. “You were fine, and now you're being all cagey again.”

“I don't feel like talking about it right now.”

“Then when will you talk about it?”

“Probably never. It's my problem. I'll deal with it.”

Warren shoved my shoulder. “Dude, do you not get being part of a team? That's what we're here for. To help each other and be open and honest about stuff.”

“I know Warren. It's just…complicated.”

“You think I'm too simple minded to understand it?”

“No! That's not it at all!” I curled into myself. “I don't think I'm articulate enough to explain it.”

“Can you at least tell me why you don't want to swim?”

“I told you. My glasses. Besides, I don't think I even remember how.”

“I can show you.” Warren stood and offered his hand. I took it, more to be close to him again.

“I’m scared Warren.” It felt horrible to say. An admission of my worst faults. I’m not allowed to be scared, not as the guy everyone turns to for instructions.

“I’ll be right here with you. There won’t be anything to be afraid of.” Warren slipped an arm around my shoulders and guided me forward.

“I trust you.”

Warren stiffened like he was surprised. “Thank you Scott. That means a lot.”

“It's true. I trust all you guys and I'm sorry I don't express it very often.”

“You have other things on your mind,” Warren shrugged as he guided me forward.

i feel like writers have forgotten about scott and warren being best friends and its sad.

#scott summers #warren worthington iii #scott x warren #shy scott summers #Warren's just trying to help

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