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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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New Years, New Friends

Mild smut. Erik's daughter brings a friend home from college.

When the doorbell rang, Erik's eyes lit up and he felt the excitement of the house rise. Leaving his ex with his two teen sons at the kitchen island, he jogged to meet his firstborn at the door. She'd been away at Spelman since Thanksgiving having spent Christmas with her college friend's family. It was time for her to be home.

"DAD," she yelled the second he opened the door. She flung her arms around him tight and he enveloped her as he had since she was born. He missed it too much. "Happy New Year's Eve Daddy," she grinned into his chest. He felt like he was floating.

"Happy New Year's Eve Pumpkin," he smiled pecking her on the forehead.

"Pumpkin," her friend laughed under her breath.

He could remember when his Aly was a small child taking monster shits in her diaper, that's where her nickname came from. He could also recall her running to him every time he picked her up from school and daycare. It was priceless. Time went by too fast. To him she'd always be his Pumpkin Butt.. he'd left the end off to spare her the embarrassment.

"Ahem," the youngest son's voice came from behind. Erik glanced back at the fourteen year old checking out his sister's new friend. He cleared his throat again but more aggressively from the side and Erik popped him in the head.

"You don't say hello? It's your sister boy."

"Hey," he said curtly. "Who dis?" He looked the unfamiliar girl up and down like she was a meal and Erik popped him again. "Get yo ass-" That was all that needed to be said before Delonte took off upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Probably to play videogames, he'd gotten the PS5 for Christmas.

"This is my friend Mercedes. She's who I spent Christmas with last year, her family."

Lightlbulbs turned on in Erik's head as he looked between the two girls. How hadn't he clocked it before? "Mercedes," he repeated reaching for her hand. "Nice to finally meet you, you been taking care of my daughter?"

"Uh.." She smiled to Pumpkin in confusion. He stepped aside to gesture the two inside.

"Your mom's in the kitchen with your brother," Erik gestured watching Aly's back while she sped off to the kitchen to be met with explosive greeting of her mom. "..Hol'up. I need words with you," his voice lowered. He held on lightly to Mercedes by her shoulder. Her skin was soft. "..Don't worry while you're here.. We're genuinely glad to meet Aly's partner, I mean.. We weren't expecting it but you're definitely welcome."

"Her WHAT?! Ha.. No, I swear Mr. Stevens we're only friends," she grinned waving her hands in defense. "Neither of us is a lesbian.. I can promise you that..," her eyes twinkled. He could swear there was something behind them, but he chose not to linger on it. He dropped his hand from her shoulder with a grateful nod and led her to the kitchen where the scrabble board sat on top of the island. The fam was already set up to play.

"Heyyy Mercedes," Pumpkin's mom, Khia, beamed and Erik could tell she thought the same thing he had. He'd have to clue her in that they weren't 'together'.

"Hey Mrs. Stevens.. Not scrabble," Mercedes smiled dropping into a seat like she lived there. First of all, Erik and his baby mom had never married they were just good co-parents. He looked to Khia and and she shook her head not correcting the label. "I haven't played this since I was 9. I kinda forgot how it goes." She looked to Erik.

"I'll show you," Erik's seventeen year old son Diamante moved to stand behind her and Erik hid his smirk with a quick thumb of his nose.

"D stop," Aly groaned into her palm, embarrassed. Boy was running game. Judging by the humored look Mercedes gave Aly and Aly's lil eyeroll, he'd have to do better than that. Diamante pointed out the numbers on the board and the tiles to explain scoring but there wasn't much to explain, he had to sit his boney ass down.

Halfway into the game, Aly got a call and took it upstairs. Everyone took a turn and she still wasn't back. "I feel like I should go, she might not be back for a bit," Mercedes toyed flipping a wooden tile in her fingers. She was proving to have a competitive streak much like Aly. It wasn't a wonder they were friends.

"Yeah, just go," Diamante nodded knowing full well Scrabble was his sister's Spades. She'd raise hell if her turn was skipped. "I got your back.." He licked his lips like that'd do something. He was so sure.

"Down boy," Erik muttered bringing a small smirk from him and Khia.

"Give her a minute," Khia said.

"She can go twice when she comes back, let's just play," Mercedes pouted. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since Aly left the table.

Erik was suspicious. She loved scrabble and she was winning. His fatherly senses told him something wasn't right. "Give her another few minutes."

"With all due respect Mr. Stevens, I doubt Aly is coming back a-ny-time soon."

"You wanna tell me what I'm missing," Khia leaned in. Mercedes settled in her seat like it was a long story.

"Mrs. Stevens.. Aly has a thing for this guy and I try to tell her. Mark is a bum. Mark is for the streets. But she don't hear me tho.. She answer him every time.. every time."

"Oh Lord drama," Khia waved already over it.

Erik waited another minute before he and Mercedes stood at the same time having the same thought. While Mercedes went up to check on Aly, Erik cut up a few strawberries and rinsed grapes in a bowl to take up. He used to always do it when she was especially upset. He started to knock but the door was cracked. The sight of his overgrown child laid across her old ruffled comforter brought strong nostalgia. He'd found her there in that position many times through her school days, disappointed over a friend, a boy, an assignment. He placed the bowl on the bed before sitting to take a deep sigh.

"Don't say it," Aly mumbled dryly. She had a habit of letting these things get to her. He didn't know the story but if this lil ass boy was playing her, he knew enough.

"I wasn't gonna say nothing but I love you.. and fuck that ugly lil boy wherever he is."

"He's not ugly," Aly sighed and Erik knew she was sprung.

"Anybody who play on my daughter time ugly to me."

"He's not ugly, he's the most attractive human being I have ever seen."

"Girl how?! He's white," Mercedes chuckled. Erik nearly shat himself but reigned it in, he couldn't go in on his Pumpkin while she was in a mood and make it worse. He rubbed her back instead, feeling bad for her. Hopefully the fixation would pass sooner than later.

"Aight well, when you get back to school you talk to that boy but for now you're with your family. Eat some fruit, drink some water, his ashy ankles ain't going nowhere."

Mark. Erik committed the name to his shit list. She better not ever come home with a Mark, he thought. He'd beat the boy's ass on site. Leaving her room he started to close the door gently but the door pulled from his hand with Mercedes walking out almost bumping into his chest. He backed up letting her out.

"Mr. Stevens," she smiled and he paused to hear her. She pointed to the hall. "Can I talk to you about something.. private," she mouthed. He looked in on his Pumpkin once more before shutting her peacefully in her room to regather herself. Leading Mercedes to his home office, he sat at his desk and offered her the seat nearby. It was his house. Khia had her own. Giving Mercedes the floor to speak, he watched as she walked though his office looking around at books and family pictures. She seemed to be stalling.

"Mercedes?" He looked on patiently and she finally sat down, her hands in her lap.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Personal how?"

"You're not married to Aly's mom..."

Erik's brow lifted. Where was this going? "...No.. I'm not.."

"I just asked because my dad wasn't married to my mom either.. Sometimes I wish they'd have stayed together because then I'd be able to see them both on holidays without choosing. But that's what happens when your parents hate each other. I wish I had a dad like you."

Erik was touched. He and Khia had their issues but they didn't let it affect their ability to give their kids the supportive, loving structure they deserved. They found a way to come together whether it be birthdays, Christmas, or now.. New Year's Eve.

"I wish you were my dad and I could come here every holiday, fuck my house," she said.

"You're welcome here anytime you want," Erik spoke from the heart. "I'll be your honorary dad." She seemed like a nice lil girl. Her smile made him smile.

"Mr. Stevens you're so nice," she beamed lifting from her seat to plop onto his lap, her arms wrapping snugly around his neck. He sat not moving with his arms glued to the arm rests, her thighs wrapping him. His eyes widened only a brief moment before he sighed deeply. Her approach was unique if anything.

"Mercedes.. Look-"

"No you're so sweet and nice and strong. My dad never held me like this, could you just for a moment.. please? Just a little bit.." Her nose nuzzled into his neck smelling him and he jolted.

"Aight chill." Hell nah, Erik thought seeing a wolf in a sheep's clothing. Still, if she was telling the truth, it was sad. He couldn't imagine not holding his Pumkin Butt no matter how smelly she was. He wrapped his arms around the girl like he would his own and she rested her face again in his neck. Patting her back, it was all good until she started rolling her hips on his lap ever so slightly. Was she humping him? He knew she was but still had to ask himself the question. The worst part of it was his dick was getting hard from it.

"The hell you doin," he squinted up. He paused her hips with a firm grip, pushing her off. "I ain't with this, you too young. You my daughter age."

"What do you meaaan, I just wanna good daddy who's gonna be good to me like you are to Aly," Mercedes pouted pushing Erik's arms out the way so she could reclaim his lap. "I'm 21. Besides.. It feels like you wanna be good to me too," she spoke breathily into his ear, her voice high and sweet. It turned him on like nothing else ever had. She grinded in his lap until she was panting with small breaths. He felt like a pervert for enjoying it.

"Mercedes. Girl.. the fuck is you doing. Get the fuck off me," his low voice rasped as she felt on his arms and his chest putting her hands in his shirt to touch his stomach, feeling his muscles.

"Why daddy? You don't like it?" She sounded so innocent. She put his arms around her waist and pressed her soft plump lips to his getting no resistance. It felt too good. He ran his fingertips under her off-the-shoulder red knit sweater and they danced up her spine before gliding down tracing the edge of her black pants. He couldn't let her get him caught up though.

"My son and my daughter up here."

"So? It's your house."

She was right about that.. Sliding his fingers down her lower back, he double-palmed her ass through the material and she sucked his bottom lip with the softest, "Please." He was up.. his dick was there. Looking briefly to the open office door, he gripped her by the base of her skull and shoved his tongue into her mouth fishing for hers. Her hips moved hard humping his lap and he pulled back replacing his tongue in her mouth with two fingers which she sucked eagerly telling him all he needed to know. She was a freak. His free hand undid her zipper and pants button. Pulling his fingers back, he spit in her still open mouth.

"Spit that back on my fingers.. Mm," he hummed watching her drool it out. Those fingers went straight in her panties. It was enough to stop her rolling hips, the cold spit on her waiting clit. He rubbed it in sliding his middle finger down to the wet opening awaiting him. She'd been wet, he could tell. "Why your pussy so wet?"

"I'm thinking bout that dick," she smiled. "I always hear Aly talking about how amazing her dad is I wanna see.."

"First of all, girl you nasty. Second.. It's big.. too big for a lil girl like you."

Her response was to mash her lips onto his again with a needy little whine, grinding roughly on his finger. He added the second, using his thumb to rub her clit as she moaned a little too loudly. He had to quiet her to keep his kids away. Palming her head again, he buried her wet lips against his, fighting to absorb every moan and whisper to exit her. He had to hold her face into his neck to silence her. She was gripping him tight and rocking on his wet fingers while he multitasked making her cum and watching the door. She sure wasn't watching. He felt her cum, she didn't need to tell him, he released her head from his neck and she exhaled, her face sweaty. Maybe he'd held her a bit too snug but she said she wanted a strong daddy to hold her.

"Where you think you going," he whispered when she got up after catching her breath. "Clean your mess." He offered up his wet fingers and she smiled again, sucking them clean with eye contact. She was living for this moment and despite the uncomfortable feeling so was he. "Aight get out, go check on my daughter. I'm a check on my son and head downstairs, but you better not say a fucking thing about this or I'm a break your damn neck, say yes sir."

"You wouldn't threaten Aly like this," Mercedes pouted.

"Stop bringing up Aly, this between me and you. You want some more before you leave you better behave."

"Okaaay," Mercedes sighed and in that moment she wasn't the only one looking forward to more. Erik felt like he'd just opened a box he shouldn't have. What would he say if Khia found out or worse.. his kids..

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goddessofthundathighs · 5 years

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INTERLUDE II: FREEDOM

Suggested Listenings/ Songs Mentioned: Luvin U x 6LACK;

Free x 6LACK; River of Tears x Alessia Cara

Prompts Included: “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” & “Delete it. Now.” submitted by @princessstevens & Anon

4 years, 5 months, 19 days, and 12 hours had passed since the last time I saw her face and even now, she was still as beautiful as I remembered. Her hair was pulled back into long passion twists that stopped just above the waistline of the distressed denim jeans. The crisp white hightop Chuck Taylors matched the cropped top that she wore and orange Cateye frames decorated her face. She was regal and after all this time, she still took my breath away.

“Long time no see,” she finally spoke after a beat, regarding me with the smile that used to make my knees weak. I kept my face neutral, not wanting to give my wayward emotions away.

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious, Skylar. I never stopped thinking about you, and the fact that your face is on nearly every billboard in LA doesn’t exactly make it easy to avoid you.”

“You’re an actress and I've been avoiding you just fine, Monica.” I know that cut deep, but at the moment, I didn’t give a fuck. She had no right to be in my shop attempting to profess any type of feelings for me. We had long since ended our proverbial song and dance.

“So you have no words for me? No questions as to where I went or why I did what I did?”

“Monica, it’s been 4 years since the last time we spoke. As always, you got me all excited, talking about marriage, kids, and all that other shit, but then once your parents and family began shunning you for being happy with a woman, you changed. You projected your trauma and pain onto me as though I was the problem. Like I conned my way between your legs and forced you to want a life with me. It’s been the same song and dance between us since college. So forgive me if I don’t welcome you with open arms whenever the wind decides to blow you into my life. I’m not some toy that you can pick up and play with, then put back on the shelf when you feel like you don’t wanna be gay anymore. Your gay has seasons, mine doesn’t. This is me, 24/7 and I’ll be damned if I let you pull me into your pit of indecision and self-pity. I wasted 7 years of my life doing that, I’m good.”

“I think you should leave.” I was so busy fussing that I hadn’t even noticed O’Shea walk back in. Monica stood frozen, obviously taken aback by my speech, but it needed to be said. She took a step closer, regarding me carefully as her hands moved to touch my face. I moved my face and looked towards the exit.

“I’ll always love you,” she whispered softly as she turned to walk out of the shop.

“You good?”

“I’m fine, Shea.” I was lying and she knew it, but she just let me go, figuring a needed to be alone. I walked back to my office and called the one person I knew could make me feel better after seeing her.

“Nola Green Flowers, this is Ruben. How can I help you?”

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O’Shea had a way of catching me off guard with her questions. For the last week, I have been actively avoiding both her and Erik, knowing they both wanted to check in with me and my mental state. I mean, I know that they were just looking out for me, but I really hadn’t been in the mood to discuss anything. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before she barged into my shop.

“Sky?”

“Huh?”

“You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” The short answer: everything.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, we don’t have to.”

“Nah, you’re fine. I need to. Monica and I met back in 2007. It was my senior year of undergrad and I was in the process of completing all of my exit requirements. She was a cheerleader with the prettiest smile and her skin was immaculate. Like no matter the time of day, she glowed. She was beauty in its rawest form and I was stuck. She was the first girl I had ever looked at and was like ‘wow, she’s beautiful.’”

“So she was your first girlfriend?”

“Yes. She was the first person, besides Erik that I found homeostasis with. We vibed and connected on a level that I hadn’t seen aside from my fathers.”

“So what happened?”

“In short, she wasn’t feeling it. We dated consistently for about 3 years until everything went downhill.”

“SKYYYLARRRRR!”

That sound never stopped being sexy to me. The way my name spilled from Monica’s lips as I licked and sucked her to oblivion was all the motivation I needed to make sure she’d sleep peacefully through the night as I worked on my dissertation.

“Come on Babygirl. I know you ain’t tired, I’m just getting started,” I teased as I rolled my tongue against her clit before slipping it into her entrance. She loved when I tongue-fucked her. I could always feel her essence pool up on my tongue before sliding down my throat, and I’d drink it all while staring into her eyes.

“Baby, I’m about to cum!” Bingo. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and slid up her body to place long, wet kisses down her neck and chest. One swipe of my thumb across her clit and she was squirting, soaking my fingers and sheets with that sweet nectar that had me addicted to her. I kissed her softly, massaging her legs and thighs to work the feeling back into them as I was sure they were numb. She hummed peacefully, thoroughly sated and drowsy from our session.

“I often caught myself watching her in awe, wondering how I got so lucky to be in the presence of someone so authentic. Though I was a fairly good person, I sometimes felt as though I didn’t deserve her.”

“I don’t think I wanna do this anymore..” My heart stopped as I looked into her eyes.

“It was fun while it lasted, but this lifestyle isn’t for me.”

“I wanted to yell. Fuss about her wasting my time for the last 3 years, getting my hopes up with talks of the future and children, but I let just let her go.”

“What did your dads say?”

“Papa Simon was crushed because he hated to see me cry, but Papa Ruben was like Erik. They both said that something felt off about her, but they kept quiet because they saw how happy I was. After we broke up, I drowned myself in my research. I made it so that I didn’t have time to nurture a relationship and therefore get my heart broken again. Then like clockwork, she’d pop back up every year or two, get back in my head, and drop me like a bad habit. It got to the point where I wouldn’t tell anyone she was back because I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay. Things finally ended in 2015. After 3 years of consistent dating followed by another 4 of on and off again flings, I was done. I couldn’t keep setting myself up for failure no matter how much I loved her.”

“How did you cope with her being gone?” “Erik. Sometimes I would call him to vent and he’d take me shopping or out for ice cream to take my mind off her.”

“Not to change the subject, but when was the last time you guys had sex?” The question was calm like she was merely asking about the weather. “I know it’s blunt, but it’s been weighing on my mind for a while.”

“Before Monica, I had never had sex with a woman so, at the time, sex with Erik was all I knew. It was convenient and it was great. After her, I knew no man could ever touch me or make me feel that way again. We had sex for the first time since college four years ago and that was when I knew that being with a man wasn’t for me.”

“So y’all haven’t had any type of sexual encounters in four years?” I shook my head no.

“So then why does he—”

“He likes to get you riled up. You’re the first girl that understands and accepts our relationship. Everyone else always says that there’s no way that we can continue to be platonic given our history.”

“There’s nothing to misunderstand about the two of you. It’s very clear that you guys have a bond that isn't inherently sexual and or romantic in nature. At least not between you.”

“I think so too, but everyone has their own opinions. I remember his last girl, Lynda. She always thought that there was more to our relationship and that I was trying to steal him away from her. In actuality, I was trying to save her life, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Save her life?! Oh goodness. What she do?”

“Long story.”

“Bitch I got time.”

“Well…”

The sound of the phone ringing interrupted our story time and impromptu bonding.

“Dr. Green? It’s Oya. Could we meet in person? I’d like to discuss the toys you recommended.”

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I’m going down, and you have watched me drown // In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream

Under the waves I’ve found the strength to say // the river of tears has washed me clean

Alessia Cara has a way of singing my soul. I sat at my desk, nursing a bottle of Hennessy as my text thread stared back at me. My mind had typed and retyped the message, yet nothing seemed to thoroughly convey everything I was feeling. I sighed, chugging the rest of the bottle before letting my fingers dance against the keys.

All I ever asked of you was honesty. We have both always been super busy individuals so time wasn’t an issue, but I needed you to be your true self and I see now that you struggle with that. No matter how much I love and care for you, I can no longer allow you to make my heart your home whenever it’s convenient for you. I need someone that will shout their love for me to the heavens all the time, not just in the bedroom. I need someone that’s as raw and authentic with me as I am with them. So consider this my goodbye, I hope life treats you well.

I watched the grey bubbles appear before a reply came through. To my surprise, I had just poured my heart out to the wrong person and his response was simple.

That was beautiful. Delete it. Now.”

Of course I’d accidentally sent the message to Erik and as usual, he was right. She didn’t deserve my tears or an explanation of my feelings. I pushed myself up from my desk and wiped my tears as I walked upstairs to my bathroom. After a long, hot soak in the tub followed by my other Self-Care Sunday rituals, I changed my sheets and crawled into bed, vowing that tonight would be the last night that I cried for Monica Sanders.

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ororowrites · 5 years

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Erik Stevens x OC: Christmas

Pair: Erik x OC

Warnings: Light smut

I also have a T’Challa and Storm Christmas fic. You can find that here.

“Christmas is on you,” Mrs. Thomas told her only child on Thanksgiving.

Since that day, Karissa was prepping a Christmas dinner menu and decorating her townhouse to get into the holiday spirit. Christmas dinner had been a tradition in her family for as long as she could remember. So, she had a big job on her hands. Since she was an adult with her own spot, the Thomas Christmas dinner was now a major part of her holiday break from school.

But, dinner and entertaining 5 of her family members wasn’t the only thing on Karissa’s plate. Her boyfriend, Erik, was meeting her family. He didn’t seem to be bothered, but Karissa’s family had no filter. Her grandmother didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and often said something embarrassing to run off whoever Karissa was dating.

“Where do you want this ugly nigga,” Erik asked, holding up the black Santa she had just purchased a few days ago.

“Don’t call my shit ugly. Put him on top of the coffee table with the elf,” Karissa pointed towards the living room while she stirred her homemade gravy. The recipe had survived four generations and she prayed she got it just right. “Baby, I think I’m going to need more butter and brown sugar.” Karissa knew as soon as she said that, Erik would have a smart remark ready.

“You used those two sticks I got last night,” he questioned, stepping back into the kitchen. His short dreads needed some TLC, but she’d have to worry about that later. “What the hell are you cooking?”

“First of all, we are black. Those two little sticks weren’t going to do anything in the first place. Can you please help me out and go get a few more boxes,” Karissa poked out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.

“You owe me,” Erik said, planting a kiss on Karissa’s lips before grabbing his keys and phone.

“Love you,” she yelled before he shut the door. To stay on schedule she moved on to items on her menu that didn’t require butter.

Once Erik returned with the sugar and butter, Karissa finished up dinner while Erik straightened up the space. “I’m tired as hell now. I hope they don’t stay over too long,” she complained, throwing herself on the sofa and putting her feet up on the ottoman. Erik returned the vacuum to the coat closet and joined his girlfriend before pulling a blunt out of his pocket. He lit it and offered it to Karissa after he took a long drag. “You must be nervous about meeting my folks?”

“Nah,” he lied, leaning his head against the wall. Karissa stared at him until he chuckled, “Maybe a little.”

“Awww, baby,” she sang, playfully pinching Erik’s dimpled cheeks. “Don’t be nervous, I told my dad to leave the gun at home.” Karissa joked ,earning a side eye from her boyfriend.

“I ain’t never met a girl’s family so I must be doing something right, huh,” he added, reaching over to grip Karissa’s thigh. Even after almost a year of dating, those butterflies still formed in her stomach from his touch.

“I guess. You’re cute, that helps you out a bit,” she teased, passing the blunt to Erik and resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m worried about my grandmother flirting with you though. Whatever she says, ignore it.”

“Damn, is grandma a cougar? You better watch out baby, I may be leaving you behind if grandma’s mac n cheese is hittin,” Erik replied, catching Karissa’s hand as she attempted to slap his arm. “I’m joking, damn!”

One hour later, the family of five had arrived at Karissa’s small townhouse. Her father, mother, two baby sisters, and grandmother were all standing in the dining room when Erik appeared. They had been wanting to meet him ever since Karissa returned to Chicago glowing and smiling all over the place. Her sisters had been stalking his social media, showing their mother pictures when Karissa had nicely asked them not to.

“This must be Erik,” Mrs. Thomas said, grinning from ear to ear. Mr. Thomas was right behind her, thinking up some questions to pester Erik.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas,” he extended his hand but Karissa’s mother pulled him into a hug.

“We hug around here,” she hummed, stepping aside to let Mr. Thomas meet his daughter’s boyfriend. “Now be nice, Charles,” the wife warned, patting her husband on the chest.

“How ya doin’, son? I’m Charlie, Karissa’s dad aka Protector,” the father greeted the 5′11, muscular man with a sturdy handshake.

“Nice to finally meet you, sir,” Erik said, trying to hold his laughter when Karissa rolled her eyes dramatically.

“I don’t see how your little fine self hasn’t knocked up my grandbaby. Honey, you did good, Nana approves,” the matriarch of the Thomas family blurted out, not caring about her granddaughters hiding their faces in embarrassment. “Come here, baby.” Erik followed her instructions and stepped into Grandma Thomas’s tight hug. Karissa and her sisters couldn’t help but shake their heads at their grandmother’s lack of filter.

Erik then introduced himself to the twin sisters who were suddenly acting shy like they hadn’t been snooping on his page months ago.

“Alright, enough of the hugs and kisses, I’m ready to eat,” Karissa announced, clasping her hands together loudly. Her family followed her to the dining room, still gushing over Erik. Well, everyone minus Mr. Thomas who liked to play the tough role.

“So, Mr. Stevens, do you have any family in town,” Charlie questioned, passing the greens to his wife.

“No, it’s just me. My parents died when I was a kid and I don’t know of anyone else,” he said, Karissa could detect a hint of sadness but let her father continue when Erik squeezed her hand under the table.

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry sweetie,” Mrs. Thomas said, holding her chest in sadness. “Well, I’m glad you could join us for dinner.”

“Me too, I normally spend the holidays working,” Erik explained. “But Karissa told me she was cooking and I couldn’t miss out on that. Right, baby?”

“Meh, I’m not all that but I got a little something from my mama,” she bragged, flipping her braids. “But I think me promising that apple pie was what got him here. No one can pass up Grandma’s famous pie.”

“There’s more than enough for you, honey,” Grandma replied with a smile. “Looks like you work out a lot so be careful, it’ll pack a few pounds on you.”

Erik placed a hand on his stomach, “From what Karissa says, I think it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, if she doesn’t eat the whole thing herself,” Tamia, one of the twins, voiced. “Those pies never stayed in our house for more than one day.”

“Hush, I saved everyone a piece,” Karissa snapped back, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

The family continued teasing each other about the famous pie until Mrs. Thomas interrupted the conversation to ask Karissa about her schooling. Suddenly, the mood changed because everyone already knew how much pressure Mrs. Thomas put on her children about school. “How’s Nursing school coming along. I haven’t heard you talk about it since school started back up,” she questioned.

The truth was, Karissa was no longer in Nursing school and had dropped out earlier in the semester to change her major. Prepared for a big argument, Karissa put her fork down. “Um...I....I’m actually not in Nursing school anymore.”

The twins gasped, “Girl,” Tonya put her fork down, ready for the blow up that was bound to happen.

“Karissa! We pay your tuition to send you through the Nursing program. It’s one of the best in the country,” Mrs. Thomas exclaimed, her voice going up an octave.

“It’s not for me, mama. Would you rather me flunk out or do what makes me happy? I’ve always been into theater and I could go far with it if I-”

“Theater? You think we pay for you to major in something that might not take you anywhere? Do you know how many people actually make it into the industry,” she continued, suddenly losing her appetite.

“Baby, she’s doing what makes her happy. That’s all that matters, nursing isn’t for every one,” Charlie added, giving his daughter his approval.

“But it’s all she ever wanted to do as a kid!”

“Now, Trice, you know that’s what YOU always wanted her to do. This child was putting on shows and dancing everywhere when she was a baby. You ignored that and pushed her into Nursing because you wanted that for her,” the grandmother called her daughter out, causing Mrs. Thomas to wipe her mouth and get up from the table.

“I’m not about to sit here and let you all gang up on me. I want the best for my child,” the mother complained, glaring back and forth between her husband, oldest daughter and mother. “Do what you want, but I hope you know what you’re doing, Karissa.”

The table went silent again as Trice walked outside the front door to get some peace of mind.

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll get over it,” the grandmother voiced, patting her granddaughter’s hand. “Do what you love.”

The twins went back to eating as Charlie shook his head at his wife’s antics. She was a complete control freak when it came to her children. All of them worked to please their mother but Karissa decided to finally take control of her own life. Her mother meant well though.

Clearly upset, Karissa began clearing the table and taking used dishes to the kitchen. Erik decided to help instead of sitting in the awkward silence in the dining room. “I’m sorry about that back there. She stays trying to control my shit,” Karissa apologized, taking plates from Erik and putting them by the sink. Hot tears burned in the corner of her eyes. This was frustrating. Theater and performing in general had been her life throughout her childhood. Like today, her mother told her it would be hard to enter the industry so Karissa majored in Nursing. Now she had enough courage to chase her dreams and she was being shot down once again.

“Aye, come with me for a second,” Erik offered his hand and led Karissa upstairs to the bathroom. He closed the door behind them and grabbea Klennex from the counter. “No need for you to apologize to me. Trust, I’ve seen way worse happen at family dinners. One of my boys’s had his sex tape released at a family New Year’s Eve party. Don’t fret,” Erik laughed, wiping a few of his girlfriend’s tears. “Like your grandma said, do what you love. You know I have you back so that’s not a problem.”

Karissa sat on the counter, Erik quickly stepping between her legs. “You know I got you, right,” he repeated, this time leaning into her lips. She nodded, tears still clouding her vision as Erik’s lips touched hers. “Hmm,” he moaned, his tongue slowly melting into Karissa’s.

“Erik...we...they’re right downstairs,” she groaned as Erik attached his mouth to the sweet spot of her neck. “Erik,” she repeated, this time it came out as a moan instead of the stern tone she was attempting to use. But her protests were ignored when Erik locked the bathroom door and continued the assault on her neck and collarbone.

“We won’t get caught if you don’t get loud,” he warned, reaching under her pleated skirt and pulling her underwear down to her ankles. “Think you can do that?”

“Hell no, E-fuuuuuuck,” Karissa squirmed when Erik’s thumb met her naked clit. He rubbed the nub while he kissed her, silencing any noise threatening to escape. “Just make this quick.”

“Aight, I was about to be gentle with your little ass but since you wanted to rush me,” Erik teased, pulling Karissa off the counter and turning her so she was facing the mirror. Karissa assumed Erik was about to break her in two with how hard he was holding her hips,but surprisingly he entered her with a gentle push. She gripped the sink, watching Erik in the mirror. That smug smirk was on his face as he began to move his hips, plunging into her wetness and pulling back out. “Whatchu looking at me like that for,” Erik asked, placing a supporting hand on Karissa’s lower back.

“Because you’re trying to be romantic and shit,” she replied, whining her hips in sync with Erik’s rhythm. “I know you want to fuck my shit up, don’t you?”

When she got like this usually Erik would shut her up and fuck her hard like she wanted. “Nah, because your ass can’t be quiet. I don’t want your dad coming up here to take me out,” he pressed, pushing Karissa’s head to the marble countertop.

A loud moan escaped her lips, causing Erik to shush her as he continued digging into her tightness. His warm flesh tapped her’s over and over, creating a light slap paired with their low grunts. “Shit, Erik,” Karissa’s whispered, unable to keep her hips moving when Erik held them in place.

A knock at the door made them both jump, “Who in there,” grandma Thomas shouted, frantically banging on the door.

“Shit, shit,” Erik cursed, quickly pulling out and pulling up his sweatpants. “You don’t have a second bathroom in this bitch?”

“No! Ugh, how are we gonna get out of here without her seeing you,” Karissa whispered loudly.

“I gotta shit,” the grandmother yelled again. “That damn potato salad ran right through me.”

“Looks like we are just going out together,” Erik shrugged, opening the door even with Karissa trying to keep it shut.

“Well I’ll be damned, that’s where you two disappeared off to,” the elder exclaimed.

Karissa and Erik pushed past her with their heads down in embarrassment and irritation. Neither one of them got a nut and now Grandma Thomas wouldn't let them live this down.

“Mmmm, that’s the way you mess around and get knocked up. How you think your daddy got here? Me and Gerald had some moments in that bathroom. Whew chile,” she laughed, finally closing the door behind her.

“I seriously didn’t need to know that,” Karissa gagged.

“Maybe we can finish what we started in the backseat of my car? I thought I heard your dad ask about some icecream to go with that pie,” Erik suggested, raising a brow.

Thinking about it for a second, Karissa took off down the steps. “Daddy, did you mention icecream? We can go get some.”

Merry Christmas, folks!

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speedybooksandcreativeheaven · 5 years

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Ballroom Mishaps James x OFC

All Seduce me Characters belong to Michaela Laws

Summary: James, Erik, and Mika are trying to find Y/N after leaving the demon world she disappeared. It’s been a year since this incident and Mika finally has a location. It’s a ball event and James will pull out all the stops to get his wife back. Placed after the 2nd game when they returned but the angels have other plans for the lovers.

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Kayla's POV

Here I was waiting to get into the classic ballroom party of the century! I looked at my invite as it read with big bold letters “Come meet your prince/princess in the beautiful classic theater downtown”. I was wearing a black and gold dress that showed off my curves very well. I put it away in my gold clutch as I walked up the steps towards the entrance.

“Name.” a bodyguard asked me, “Kayla” I responded, “Okay, please miss wear this.” He handed me a white and gold eye mask, as I put this on it shaped around my glasses. I thanked him. “Enjoy your night, miss.”

I walked into the theater, it was decorated with grace and the couples danced so perfect, I could watch them for hours. I never really learned how to dance ballroom, so I did a self-guided tour around the building.

James POV

“Come on James! You really think you can find her, what if she doesn’t-” “Enough! Erik, I told you she will be here, I will not let this magic ruin my marriage!”

Flashback

It has been a year since the defeat of my father, the demon lord, which helped my old kingdom. The problem was that when Kayla and I returned to the human world something strange happened.

I remember it like it was yesterday, I saw our bedroom as it normally looked. Kayla was in my arms as she looked up at me and smiled. I let her down to explore the room as I made sure that the magic worked. Talk about bad timing. All of a sudden, I heard angel voices all around the room talking about how the women I love left the demon world without myself taking my heir or stone destiny like they called it. The room started spinning and I ran to grab Kayla. I held her in my arms as the angels repeated in Latin. I remember the walls starting to glow gold which took the shape of a broken crown. All it took was one hard slap and she fell out of my arms and into a golden portal.

“Kayla!” I screamed as I was held back by the strong winds. The magic around the room stopped after Kayla disappeared into a portal.

It’s been over a year since that day and we have been looking for her ever since. Finally her sister, Mika has found a location on her and we had to attend.

I sighed as we entered the building with my brothers. Oh boy, how am I going to do this… I thought until I saw Mika approach me and Erik with Andrew on her arm. “Hello, boys get here okay?"

“Yes, we managed just fine, didn’t we Erik?” I lightly jab Erik with my elbow. “Yes princess, James was having trouble with his outfit.” He smirked at me as I brush off my black jacket. I was wearing a black suit with gold touches.

“James, Kayla is here, and she is over in the other room where the oldest part of the theater.” She pulls me aside, “Those angels are going to pay after taking her and removing her memory! Go get your princess!” With that Mika left with Andrew to dance. “Well brother, since we are here I am going to take a look around.” I sighed at my brother's flirtatious behavior as I made my way towards where Kayla was.

Kayla's POV

Wow, I thought as I walked into an old playroom with a stage and long red curtains. I can still hear the slow ballroom type music as I make my way closer towards the stage. I stopped to look at a history picture and a tall man walked up towards me.

“Oh, hello sir, don’t you love learning about theater history?”

“Why yes Miss, I adore the history that the building has. It’s a shame that the other people don’t realize it’s potential.” “I presume that you enjoy coming here?”

I nodded my head as I answered his question.

“Yeah, I adore this theater, I used to come here when I was young.”

“Are you here with anyone?” I asked.

“Just my brothers.” He trails off.

“My name is James” He lifts my hand and kisses it. As he is doing this I start to heat up.

“M-my names Kayla, it’s nice to meet you, James.”

“So, why did you come to the older side of the theater?” James asked as we walked backstage of the older building.

“Well, I enjoy learning about old theaters and my dad took me here when I was young.” I sighed as I touched the red curtains while on stage. “Yourself?”

“Well, I got dragged here by a friend.” He said smoothly.

As we were walking around talking and laughing with each other I started to warm up to him. I found him very attractive in his suit, it felt like I knew him for years.

The silence grew to a simmering point and James turned towards me and asked,“So, as this is a ball and we are the only ones who discovered this magical spot would you do me the honor of dancing with me.” As he held out his hand to me I noticed the lights dimmed and we were surrounded by candlelight. “S-sure.”

I placed my hand in his and he pulled me towards his chest, laughing when I blushed due to the sudden closeness. The lights sparkled like tiny stars as he whirled me across the ballroom floor. James must have danced for years as I tried to keep up. It felt so romantic to be held again.

Without expecting it, James dipped me down and we glanced into each other’s eyes for the first time. My brown eyes found his and I was taken by them. He smiled again.

“I’m not going to give up on you this easily.” He said with a chuckle as he pulled me back into his arms. We just swayed to the music.

As we were dancing, I felt like a knew him since forever. My heart and my mind were spiraling out of control as this man seduced me. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

We stopped dancing and James held me. He had a serious look in his eyes.

“Kayla,” He said, “Don’t you remember me, my love?” I looked at him wide-eyed as I was trying to remember.

“I can’t remember, I’m sorry.” I said with a sad smile, “Am I suppose too?” James kneeled down and grabbed my hand making me shiver all over. Why was I feeling this way we just meet?

“Kayla, I know you can’t remember me, but I am James your husband. We have been together ever since me and my brothers crashed your sisters, Mika’s house. I am begging you, please! Please remember! Anything please, look at your married finger?”

I looked down and saw James crying, was I that important to him that he is begging for me to remember. I stood there in silence as I took in his question. I looked at my left hand I saw a golden ring with our initials. It was marked with a K and an R. I looked at my hand scared and backed away from James with tears in my eyes.

“Who are you!” I shouted, “Ever since I moved here I am so confused to what’s going on and I wake up one morning with my family and I am supposed to think that we are married, and I have a different family with a sister name-” I didn’t get to finish as James stepped towards me and kissed me like no one has kissed me before. His hands went for my face as I stood still.

Until my memory expanded like a circle around us as I saw everything. Seeing Mika my real sister at school, getting the ever-changing call. Then, meeting James, learning about his past, his brothers, saving me from his father, & disappearing into the golden portal where they took my memory.

I attacked his mouth as I kissed back with all of the love that I missed. My hands move to his chest as he moved his to my hips. We slowed down and as we parted I had tears in my eyes as James looked down at me with a happy smile.

“My prince, Raestro!” I explained as I jumped into his arms, crying and having his strong arms around me again. I felt familiar energy around us as I used his real name.

“Hold on to me, my love and never let go” James whispered into my ear as we embraced.

“My love, I don’t know how but now I have you now and I am never letting you go.”

We stood there, embracing each other as time stood still.

“I love you, Kayla, so much.”

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thorne93 · 6 years

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Deadly Mistake

Prompt: Hey, ❤ i'm love with your blog, especially your Gambit stories. Can you do a oneshot (when your Requests are open), where the reader (maybe she can control the darkness/daughter to Mystique and Magneto?) and Gambit are dating and one night, she can't control her powers and nearly killed him. She runs away to the Xavier Mansion but Remy is looking for her and they meet again. I hope it's not problem 😊

Warnings: near death experience?? maybe language? Running away...angst...?

Word Count: 2896

Notes: Thank you for this request! As soon as I got it, I started brainstorming. Gambit is like my closet love, idk why. Like, I’m not ashamed of him. I adore him. I just don’t talk about it much...Lol...Anyway, Of course it’s not a problem darling! So sorry this took so long to get back to you! I really hope this lives up to your expectations.

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“No, no please don’t…” you moaned in your sleep, clearly distressed. Remy was alerted to your tossing and turning, and now your verbal fight against the thing in your nightmare.

“Mon Cherie?” Remy asked, sitting up, attempting to wake you, but he just gripped your sweat soaked body, his attempt to wake you futile.

“Let me go. Let me go! Let me go!” you screamed repeatedly. Images of men grabbing you, taking you away to hurt you, to experiment on you…

“Darlin’. It’s me, Remy, wake up,” he urged again, trying to jostle you. Finally, you jolted upright, but not thanks to your boyfriend. The nightmare had reached its peak and you woke up screaming, clenching the sheets, your heart hammering in your chest as the world around you enveloped in black, your panic attack releasing your power. Your pulse was racing, your head spinning. The nightmare had terrified you, it felt so real, you could feel pain and fear. The more you recalled the dream, the stronger your powers became, the air around you growing blacker and blacker.

On the outside of your cloud, sat Remy, trying to find you. Your cloud was darkening your bedroom that was saturated with moonlight only moments ago, but now...now your bedroom was as black as squid ink.

“Y/N, sweetheart?” he tried to get out as his arms flailed around wildly, trying to find you, but his senses were cut off. The darkness behaving like smoke, making it difficult for him to breathe or find his bearings. He reached where you should’ve been, but he felt a wall.

“Must be the headboard,” he thought to himself as his hands tried to find their way in the dark, but with every passing second, his oxygen was depleting. “Y/N, please! Where are you?!” he rasped out, terrified you were scared, or hurt somehow.

But you couldn’t hear him, the darkness was closing in all around you, shielding you from any outside danger, but not being able to see, hear, or feel Remy made you panic further. Your alarm revitalized the adrenaline and the vicious cycle continued, worried that you were hurting Remy, your powers doubled, making the air outside thicker and unable to breathed in.

Remy clawed at the darkness, the smoke-like substance that you could always create (but had very little control over) trying to get it away from him, away from his lungs...but it was futile. Your powers were erratic and strong as your hysteria continued, too much for him to conquer. A few more moments of the strangling concoction and he was forced to succumb to its power.

After a few more minutes of you finally trying to calm yourself down and succeeding a bit, the blackness receded, the moonlight’s silvery haze illuminating your shared master bedroom. You turned to tell Remy that you were okay now, but as you turned, you saw his form lying beside you, motionless.

“Remy?” you asked quietly, hoping he was just sleeping, that your assessment was wrong. “Rem?” you tried again, shaking him. “Remy?!” you called with more fright than before, shaking him harder. The worst thoughts started to circulate in your head. Had you killed him?

You grabbed your compact mirror from your nightstand and held it to his nose, relieved beyond any measure when it fogged up. “Oh thank god,” you breathed. Now that you knew he was just passed out, you tried slapping his face some more, to get him to wake up...to no avail.

All too soon, your relief was shattered and replaced with guilt.

You’d done this.

This was your fault.

He more than likely had passed out due to smoke inhalation, and had you not calmed yourself in time, you could’ve killed him. Your powers usually had a mind of their own, sure, but...you’d never hurt Remy. Strangers that scared you, sure. Brutes in the dark alleys of New Orleans, yes. But never your loving, devoted boyfriend Remy. He always knew your powers weren’t exactly stable and he stood beside you for a long time. The two of you had been through a lot in just a little over a year and now...your mind could hurt him. Just because you didn’t know you were hurting him didn’t make it okay. It didn’t excuse the fact that you’d hurt him, the last person on earth you’d ever want to hurt...and tonight you nearly killed him.

Now you knew what you had to do. For Remy’s sake, you needed to leave. You couldn’t chance these damned powers of yours coming to life when they felt like it, just to strangle the life out of the person you loved most. Hurting like hell, your chest constricting at the very thought of leaving the love of your life, you knew this was for the best. He didn’t deserve this. Deserve to be with someone who could hurt him without even realizing it...He deserved a good woman. Tears pricked at your eyes but you swallowed them down and set to work.

Swiftly, you jumped up, grabbed your suitcases, threw essentials and a few outfits in the bag. When you were ready to go, you stared at Remy, beautiful Remy. The most charming, sweet, protective man you’d ever met. Granting yourself one final kiss, you leaned down slowly, touched your lips to his, the sensation sending a surge of heartbreak through you, causing hot tears to break through finally, unable to bear the thought of leaving him, and it being nearly physically impossible for you to move your legs to get away from him.

With a rock in your throat, a knot in your stomach and chest, and hot tears streaking rapidly down your face, you tossed your things in the car and started to drive. Calling 911 to tell them about Remy and that he’d had smoke inhalation on your way from your shared home. It would be hard to believe when they got there because there was nothing on fire, nothing charred...but they’d have to believe you. They just had to.

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Minutes turned into hours and you seemed to be driving for who knows how long. All you knew was the sun had broken over the horizon and you needed something to keep you going so you pulled over at a diner and got coffee, orange juice, and a small bit of food. Before you just burned through gas and continued to travel the country in your pajamas, you needed a game plan. Where were you going to go? Where could you go? You could just throw a dart on a map...that seemed viable at this point. But you weren’t that type of person, you liked roots, a home. If you were going to spend a lifetime somewhere, it needed to be somewhere nice, homey, inviting. Someplace you looked forward to having a future at...even if it would be a lonely one...a future without Remy.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes before you wiped them away. The waitress refilled your coffee for the third time as you contemplated a place to go.

You considered calling your mom, Mystique, to see where she was, what she was up to. Probably doing something with Dad. Probably causing problems for the humans. Maybe you could call your Dad. He would never leave a mutant, let alone his own daughter out on the streets. But your dad would also probably try to recruit you, yet again, to join is militia and you just didn’t want that life. Not when you were so young and had so much ahead of you. Maybe if you were older, and didn’t have anything to look forward to, you’d risk it all, but not today.

That’s when it hit you. Dad. He had told you about Charles, the man who ran a school for mutants. You were certainly out of any sort of school age, but maybe he could help you nonetheless. To your knowledge, Xavier had never turned a soul away. How could he turn you away? Daughter of his oldest friends. It was worth a shot at the very least.

You paid the bill you’d racked up and set out, still in pajamas, towards New York.

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It took a long time, but you finally got to the home for gifted youngsters. You parked in the circular driveway, jumped out, ran up to the door, and knocked, only slightly embarrassed to be in your nightwear.

A blue man with glasses opened the door.

“Hello. Can I help you?” he asked politely.

“I’m Y/N. I’m Myst--Raven and Erik’s daughter,” you informed, hoping that meant something to this man.

The man’s eyes drifted down your form, as if he was trying to figure out whether or not he believed you.

“Yes, I’ve heard of you. Are you alright? Does he need our help?” he inquired.

“Uh, it’s not them that needs your help. It’s me.”

He nodded knowingly and stepped aside to let you in.

“I’m Hank McCoy. I’m one of the teachers here,” he greeted as he held out his hand. Which you took. “You look a little old to be here for classes. Do you know Charles?”

“I know of him, through my father. I know I’m not exactly the right age to be enrolling in classes but...I’m having trouble with my powers...I was wondering if you all could help. I don’t really have anywhere else to turn and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Hank nodded. “Of course. Come with me.”

You followed the big, furry, blue man through the huge mansion, to a study, where a man in a wheelchair sat. That must be the man Dad spoke so highly of.

“Charles,” Hank’s rough voice called.

The man whipped his head up. “And who do we have here?” he asked.

“This is Erik and Raven’s daughter,” Hank introduced. “Y/N.”

“Ah...Y/N. Your father has told me wonderful things about you. I hear you got a peculiar power, mmm?”

You nodded. “That’s actually why I’m here, sir. I...I need help controlling them.”

Charles nodded slowly, his eyebrows slowly rising as he dismissed Hank.

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The two of you talked for a couple of hours. Charles wanted to know all about your upbringing, when your powers first started, if they ever changed over the years, everything there was to know about them. Finally, you were brought all the way up to last night, explaining how you had never hurt him, but then they were uncontrollable. He mentioned that he had met Remy a couple of times and even helped him with his powers.

Charles was patient and kind, everything your dad had ever boasted about. He offered you a room, a hot meal, and a good night’s sleep. You gathered your things from the car, changed into different sleepwear, and got into bed after a shower. As soon as your head hit the pillow, your tears flowed. All of your energy and attention had been diverted to get here, to get to a safe place. Now that you were here, and alone without Remy, it hurt you like never before. He’d probably never want to see you, not after what you’d done to him, and with that thought, you sobbed loudly into your pillow, trying to drown out the choking pain in your chest.

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For two days you worked with Charles and the other teachers after their teaching hours. Unbeknownst to you, while you were training with Jean Grey, Charles was at cerebro, looking for new recruits, but your name was being shouted, and he was drawn to the sound. He traced the source of the sound to Remy - he was searching for you. Charles’s heart broke for the two of you. You had confided that you didn’t want to be near Remy again, too scared and worried that you’d hurt him or worse. But here, Charles was seeing the man that loved you, willing to search the ends of the earth to find you.

He was torn. He could very well reach out to Gambit and tell him. To inform him of where you were, how upset you were. But you had asked him to not tell Remy, should he ask about you.

Hank was there, about to ask if Charles had found anything, when he saw the look on his dear friend’s face.

“Charles? What is it?”

“It’s Remy Lebeau. He’s looking for Y/N,” he informed, still in thought.

Hank nodded, listening. “Are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t see how I could. She’s so upset over hurting him, adding that burden to her would just impede her progress with her powers and cause unnecessary pain.”

“What about Gambit? Will you tell him where she is?” he wondered.

“What good would that do? He would show up and know that I betrayed her trust. No. She specifically asked me to not tell him. I’ll respect her wishes,” he stated as the two of them worked their way down the brightly lit corridor.

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Only two more days later, you were wrapping up your training that was going well with Storm. She was patient and kind, just like Charles. You could see why the kids loved her. Your powers were slowly starting to listen to you and now you weren’t as afraid of them, but being with Remy...seeing him again, that still wasn’t in the cards.

Cards….You sighed at the thought of your beloved’s favorite throwing object.

Grabbing your notebook, you wished Storm a good evening, and left her classroom. Headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, you passed by the huge front door, where Hank was talking to someone.

“I told you, she’s not here,” Hank insisted.

“Now, Beast, don’t lie to me,” Remy’s distinct voice and accent warned, piercing right through you. You froze in your spot. “If I know her, and I like to think I do, she’s woulda come here, now be a gentleman and point me in the right direction.”

“Remy--” Hank started but he had moved an inch to the left, exposing your form.

“Y/N?” he breathed, looking at you as if he were looking at a ghost.

You couldn’t think of anything to say, hell, you could hardly register to move.

He pushed past Hank gently to run to you, his hands finding your face as he touched all over you, as if making sure you were real, and okay.

“Remy?” you questioned, looking up at the dashing Cajun.

“Yeah, mon cher, it’s me. What on earth happened to you? You had that awful nightmare and I---I guess I musta passed out. I wake up and I’m in the hospital and you--you’re just...gone,” he said in a flurry, his hands gently gripping your upper arms. “Lawd, I missed you,” he breathed as he gripped you in a tight hug suddenly. “Why didn’t you tell me where you were goin’?”

“Remy...I...I left. I hurt you,” you managed to get out.

“Darlin’ that wasn’t your fault,” he promised, sincerity so strong in his voice it nearly killed you.

“It was my fault though. I’m the one who nearly caused you to die. It was my power that sucked the oxygen out of you…”

He soothed your hair before kissing your forehead, lingering there a moment. “Mon cherie, when are you gonna learn that ain’t nothin’ gonna keep me away from you? Not your crazy powers or your worry for me or nothin’. You got that?”

“But Remy…” you started, not sure how to continue. How to tell him that you loved him too much to be with him, to put him back in that danger.

“You’re scareda hurtin’ me, that it?” he inquired, his eyes intense on yours, so much love in them.

All you could do was meekly nod.

“Well you’re at the best place to keep you from doin’ that. The Professor and his team, they’re a wonderful group of people, they’ll help you through it, and if you’ll let me, I’ll help ya too. I love you, and I want to help you. I would rather get hurt by you with your powers than be away from you. So if that means we gotta stay at this mansion for the rest of our lives to make sure you’re comfortable then I’m okay with that.”

You pursed your lips. He shouldn’t have to give up his life for you, to be endangered by you.

“Are you--are you sure?” you asked softly. You wanted him, more than anything in the world, but you wouldn’t be so selfish as to make him stay with you.

“As sure as there will be beads at Mardi Gras,” he stated confidently with a sideways grin. “I love you, Y/N. Let me help you. Let me be with you. I promise we’ll get through this together, alright?”

You nodded, a tear escaping, signifying your worry and heartbreak.

He hugged you quickly, soothing your hair, before kissing your head. “Oh, mon amour,” he breathed in that accent you loved so dearly. “Don’t you ever leave me again. I love you too damned much.”

“I love you, too,” you admitted, hugging him tightly back, thanking your lucky stars that you had such a wonderful, perfect man to share your life with.

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