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theincaprincess · 5 years

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My Life

Afternoon my darlings, I have the request from our darling little anonymous here

The request was “Hey,can I have a haldir and reader fic where you are the daughter of a general (or whatever they had that equals to a general) and so you learnt to fight from a young age. And haldir goes to your father and asks to court you and he goes to protective dad TM mode and you overhear it and you accept to court him?? Thanks!!”

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Standing at the edge of the training ground Haldir eyes were glued to you as you twisted and turned against your imagine opponent, the control you had with your sword was amazing to see, each step you made had a counter step, each move was a split second in time but highly skilled, if non Elven eyes saw you it would look like your we’re in an angry rage, but to Haldir it was a dance, a dangerous one at that, but a dance.

You were the only daughter and child of the admiral, so naturally you were educated to the highest level, but the teachers would often find you in the training arena, where they had to drag you kicking and screaming back to the classroom, much to your annoyance and your fathers amusement, secretly the elves enjoyed the fierceness you showed and the captain of the guard at the time decided to train you, of course the order came from your father, but you were never told that.

You learned fast and soon your skills with a bow could rival the best hunters and archers in the guard, the twin blades you owned seem to be extra limbs and you often went unbeaten with them, but your favourite weapon to use was your mother's long sword, on your 200th birthday your father had given it to you, and in a few weeks you were one with the sword, and soon enough you followed your father's footsteps and signed up to the guard, it only took you a few years but you rose through the ranks and now you were currently the Lieutenant.

….

Hearing the leaves crunching behind him Haldir stood up straight and slowly turned to see your father, raising his hand to his heart Haldir bowed his head “Good morning, Admiral Eltaor.”

Your father nodded his head in return to Haldir’s greeting and bid him a good morning before turning his eyes and to you “how is she getting on within the guard?” He asked, already knowing the answer, but he wanted Haldir to tell him anyway.

“Very well Admiral, as you know she is currently at the rank of Lieutenant” watching your Father nod Haldir spoke on “She is the first on the training ground and the last to leave, everyone respects her and not just because she is your daughter, Admiral.”

….

Returning your sword to its scabbard on your belt you turned and saw your father and Haldir in a deep conversation, rolling your eyes you knew that your father would be checking up on you, even though your mother has told him plenty of time you can do this, deciding to use the skills you have learned you started to slowly sneak up on them, not only to scare them but to listen in.

Reaching the brushes you hid yourself behind one and started to work out the quietest path, and how to miss the leafs that would no doubt give away your position as elves could hear even the smallest sound, looking up to see your father’s face, something told you, he wasn’t liking where the conversation was going, making you want to hear it even more, quickly working out the best path you slowly but steadily moved forward checking your path every few steps.

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“Admiral Eltaor, there is a personal matter I wish to talk with you about” Haldir said with a nervous tone to his voice making Eltaor raise his brow.

“What is it, captain?”

“With your permission, I request to if I may….” Haldir couldn’t seem to find the right words.

“Spit it out” Eltaor was getting annoyed.

“I wish to court (Y/n)” Haldir finally said and stepped back when he saw your Eltaor face drop.

Staring at Haldir, Eltaor was lost for words, he knew the day would come when someone asked to court you, but he never expected it from the captain of the guard, if he was being honest with himself he knew it was a good match, and he knew you would be looked after, but the protective side of him decided to make sure Haldir would be right for you.

“She is my only daughter, the last of my bloodline, how can you before sure you can look after her, she may be the lieutenant in the guard but on the battlefield, she is a target, how would you protect her, well protecting everyone else?”

“By giving my life for hers” Haldir said without hesitation.

You were close enough to hear Haldir’s request and it stopped you in your tracks, Haldir was a good looking guy, and you knew plenty other girls that wanted to his affection, hearing your father going into his protective mood you rolled your eyes at his question about protecting you, you could look after yourself, and had done for many years, but hearing Haldir say he would give up his life for you, made your heart skip a beat and you couldn’t stop yourself jumping up and wrapping your arms around him.

“I agree to court you Haldir” you said looking into his sparkling blue eyes as your father saw the smile on your faces and knew his daughter would be safe.

“You will?” Haldir asked to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

“Yes I will” You said.

“Do I even have a choice here?” Your father asked.

“No” You said shaking your head with a smile

Laughing your father nodded his head “Well you can tell your mother” he said making the three of you laugh.

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madamhatter · 4 years

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HC MEME ✹ romance

Tagged by: Knicked from @more-than-a-princess ! Tagging: Anyone who’d like to! Feel free to tag me if you stole it :3c.

it was previously answered here, but this one is more developed.

Name: Sophie Hatter. Nickname: Ms. Hatter, Soph/Phie, Grandma/Baba, etc. Gender: Cis female (she/her). Romantic orientation: As a basis, Sophie starts as questioning and veers to say bisexual. She stresses too much on other things to focus on personal variables like sexuality. However, with enough development, Sophie learns that she is pansexual, panromantic. Preferred pet names: No preference for a pet name for herself. Though, she has standard names to refer to her partner as (dear, love, and sweetheart). The last one takes a LONG time for her to say, but it could happen. Relationship status: Depends on verse and canon timeline. In most verses, she is single and not romantically interested in anyone. Canonically, she is married and already has one child. Favorite canon / fandom ship: Simply put, the mad hatter and the avoidant wizard: Sophie and Howl! Favorite crossover ship: Ahhh, I wouldn’t find it fair to choose a favorite crossover ship after all this time writing for this Hatter for a long while. Given how frequently crossover ships (and OC/Canon) happens across my blogs, I would say that ships that give me opportunities to both laugh and cry are ones I hold very dear to my heart. With each new dynamic comes something that is both precious and unique to that pairing, they all hold a special place in my heart and memory! Opinion on true love: What a wondrous thing to believe in. Sophie would encourage those who are of us confident and optimistic sights to find what their heart seeks. She isn’t one to reveal her true opinions and thoughts about romance -- she’s quite believing herself to be the exception to the rules for most things. True love is for others, not her -- not in her fate, not for her future. If someone else could experience it and let themselves be found and loved for, who is she to decline such a happy dream? However, Sophie isn’t one who will be up with kind arms over the matter; she will provide opinions and caution for those who may repeatedly use ‘true love’ with each new relationship; something as magical as true love cannot be chased after. It’s like a flower for her, it grows and grows before you notice it amongst a garden. Opinion on love at first sight: Now, this is one she isn’t all for. Blame it for her overprotective and cautious nature, Sophie already has experienced hearing about ‘love at first sight’ from her youngest sister, Martha. She is more than certain to stress different degrees of ‘love,’ referring to love-at-first-sight to be infatuation that can be fleeting and troublesome. She wouldn’t immediately stress that idea but she would beat around the bush as she’s one to be sensitive to someone’s feelings....before they go overboard, in which case, she will be blunt about the matter.

How ‘romantic’ are they?: By all means is Sophie Hatter a spirit invested by the possibilities of romance -- with a capital R. Being romantic is a hurdle for Sophie, given her limited experience in proper relationships when her own issues regarding anxiety, self-esteem, and budding paranoia and trust issues remained largely swept under a rug. She could be very Romantic in being lost in her own daydreams and imagining herself in the many different lives she could’ve been in. However, the intimacy of connecting to someone and being romantic with them will be challenging at first. It will be stiff and awkward, trying to fill out what she believes she’s lacking to give her partner. It is there but it will take time to show. Ideal physical traits: Sophie certainly has biases when it comes to appearances (long (and dark) hair, sometimes tall, maybe a mysterious air to them (?)), but that doesn’t quite become her ‘ideal’ person. For Sophie to fall for someone, she doesn’t really have a checklist of what she wants in someone. Even if she had to think of someone, most of her ideal traits are things that come from the relationship -- something that both parties should offer to another like trust. Ideal personality traits: Oh! Well, this can be quite a mix of things! Sophie has been on the record to fall for people who take on leadership like roles and ensure to hold their responsibilities close to their heart. However, it’s usually those that can be easy to talk to, respect family and are family-oriented, and have themselves aimed at something. However, one thing that she REALLY likes but doesn’t often notice it is someone who can banter back with her, quick on their feet.

Sophie’s standards are abysmally low just for about anything. Just please be a good person, that’s all she asks of you.

Even then, Sophie wouldn’t even really consider herself in the same league as someone who likes her....she’s even more concerned why you do like her.

unattractive physical traits: The only real thing here is if they don’t keep up bathing. Really, that it is. unattractive personality traits: Selfishness, a cold demeanor that is intent on hurting others. Sophie has a weird track-record with getting along with people who she shouldn’t get along with, in theory. I think a general idea is that if they view the world through a limited lens, seeing things as black-and-white, they aren’t going to get well along. ideal date: Given her lack of experience and the situation she was raised in, Sophie is more than happy to go on any time of date that isn’t too loud or too much, at the start. Her best interests are her partner’s interests -- something that they both could enjoy together would benefit her greatly. Staying home to do those things means she also wouldn’t be too on edge and would be more open to expressing herself, as she wouldn’t be that expressive in public.

Natural, open areas like the beach or flower fields are her go-tos if she had to suggest something. She likes lush, green areas that give her time to explore and walk around, even getting a little messy with climbing around and get intimately aware of the location. Even areas with not a lot of people do her well, and with enough time, she’ll finally open up to go to busier places. do they have a type?: Hard to pin! There isn’t a type that she has, more so, she has a pattern for those she tends to be shipped with. preferred non-sexual intimacy: The smallest and the quietest things matter to her. She is one to very much give what she usually wants and she may not realize it. Hand-holding, leaning against the other, long-drawn-out hugs where she listens to her partner’s heartbeat..-- There are many things to be done where she wants to give a lot to her partner and doesn’t want to make a show out of it.

It can change if her partner gets her excitable and she could end up taking a slow dance to a fast-paced one, or holding her partner’s face, laughing loudly and kissing them. She just has a lot of love to give and she isn’t used to expressing it and giving it out because she doesn’t think PEOPLE WANT IT AND I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS.

SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE SOPHIE STUPID IN LOVE. commitment level: Loyalty and commitment are practically an establishing factor for the seamstress. It is both her biggest strength but her biggest vulnerability as she is one that will go out of her way just to make people happy, especially those who consider close. It does come with some issues as she would be rash and making her own decisions that can affect her and her partner because she wants them to be happy -- no matter what.

Even with situations that aren’t negotiable or to her liking, she still plays her part. Maybe her disdain will be notable and her behaviors around her partner (if the relationship is arranged) privately, but she will do her best to play her part.

opinion of public affection: Couples are free to do whatever they want, but even she has a limit on how intimate people are in public. She, herself, is terribly shy and too worked up about people’s perceptions of her when they see her in public. She will be distant about how much affection she shows in public and would recoil, depending on the relationship, at being touched suddenly and she would then awkwardly scoot herself away. past relationships?: Verse dependent. Sophie has never been in any official, long committal relationships. However, she has been in ‘relationships’ that were sporadic and physical demanding of her with older female classmates during her earlier years of high-school/the academy. These will never be referenced by her, the more she realizes the context and the terrible treatment she was put through them.

#( in which we learn about the eldest ; headcanons )#[ this was in my drafts for a long time! but here we go ]#[ GOTTA WRITE OUT THOSE CONVOLUTED HEADCANONS ]

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cherikyassss · 6 years

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Sins of the Flesh

It would be so easy, of course.

Charles knows he would only have to use his telepathy to implant the suggestion of such and it wouldn’t take long for the idea to become manifest, for long-fingered hands to slide slowly over his body, caressing exposed skin and causing gooseflesh to rise in every intimate place.

It would be easy, but then it wouldn't be a challenge- and Charles likes a challenge if nothing else...

As it is Charles waits, and every shift becomes an exercise in patience. The evening starts and Charles watches as various men and occasionally women filter into the club- young, old, tall, short, mutant, human. But all throughout Charles' excitement is held in repose, waiting for one single person to make his entrance; Charles' favourite customer- the German.

That isn't his real name, of course. Charles only knows that it's 'Erik' as he was able to subtly glean the information from the man's mind, for as much as Erik has been in attendance at the strip club for weeks now and has requested Charles on every single occasion, they have never actually spoken. Charles tries of course. Amiable chitchat is part of the job description and as such every encounter with Erik is interspersed with pleasant inquisitions from Charles, every one of which is met by little more than a small huff or an occasional muttered one-word utterance. But Charles finds that he doesn't mind the fact that Erik doesn't say very much. After all- though his lips may be sealed, Erik's body speaks in all kinds of ways...

Erik's eyes are the most expressive that Charles has ever seen, and so much is said in the depths of those grey-green-blue irises. From the second Erik enters the club the intensity of his gaze is such that it feels to Charles like heat upon his skin, and though Charles arguably belongs to anyone with a big enough wallet, Erik's claim is made with a look alone. Charles always joins Erik in the quietest corner of the room and it's like there is no one in the world but the two of them, as even the continual thrum of the raucous music lessens to a low murmur. Consequently Charles can hear every sharp inhale of breath that comes from Erik, every soft groan that leaves his lips as Charles begins his tease, and each sound makes Charles tense in anticipation as he thinks about all the things he wants but cannot have.

There's a rule, of course. All clients of the Hellfire Club are given a strict directive that they must adhere to: look but don't touch, and the decree extends to the dancers as well with an additional statute, as they are expressly forbidden from dating customers. It's a rule Charles has never once thought about breaking in the past, but increasingly during every night spent intimately with Erik there is cause for reconsideration. With every subtle sign of desire given out by Erik's body Charles only wants him more and more, because even though Erik remains quiet and stoic, even though he vocalises no obvious need or desire, his body continues to say everything.

Charles feels it most significantly during the moments when he will drape himself over Erik's static form, grinding purposefully against Erik's crotch and feeling the length of Erik's hard cock press against him. Erik's hands remain rigidly at his sides, his fists clenched as if he is trying very hard to hold back, and as his breathing slows every hitch is noticeable as Charles moves against Erik's body so intimately. Charles knows he has always been somewhat of a size queen and as such he finds it impossible not to fixate on the considerable length concealed by Erik's trousers, imagining being on his knees in front of Erik, gazing up at him, Erik's cock hot and heavy in Charles' mouth. It feels dirty and wanton to fantasise about Erik so ardently, particularly when it is made more taboo by the fact that Charles knows it is against the rules, but Charles cannot help himself- especially as deep down Charles knows it is more than just sexual attraction.

Though Charles would never violate any of his customers' privacy by using his telepathy to explore their minds, nevertheless he is always granted some kind of overview. From Erik the observation allows Charles to perceive Erik's strength, Erik's compassion, and the general warmth of Erik's psyche, and though it's clear that Erik is someone who is reserved and almost guarded, there's a real depth to him that Charles’ admires. Even without ever having had a proper conversation with Erik, somehow Charles knows that they have so much in common- more than just their respective mutant powers or the fact that they are clearly attracted to each other. For that reason, after several weeks of visits from Erik, one Friday night as Charles waits for Erik's arrival he finds himself contemplating a change from the normal routine- a notion that is spurred on thanks to the ‘encouragement' he receives from one of his colleagues...

“It'll never happen...”

At the disparaging words Charles turns to his side, finding his co-worker Emma regarding him coolly before she lifts one hand and fans out her fingers to regard her impeccably painted nails, the long talons seeming rather like claws that mark her intent to injure Charles' pride. All around Charles the room is full of people- dancers dressed like angels and devils speaking intimately to various clients- but Emma is very much the focal point of the room, dressed in pure white with an elaborate set of wings strapped to her back. Even if they weren't both the only telepaths in the club Charles knows he would be drawn to her, because in spite of Emma's often cold exterior Charles knows he values her opinion, even if it is often given without being asked for.

“What will never happen?” Charles asks.

A small, sly smile spreads across Emma's face as she leans against the bar they are sitting at and begins to tap her nails against the surface.

“You know what I'm talking about...” Emma replies, giving a little shake of her head that has her blonde hair shifting briefly before resettling. “You can't keep things from me, sugar, and I don't need to read your mind to know what you're thinking. You want to make your move on the German”.

Charles’ mouth clamps shut as he quickly turns to scan the immediate area, looking out for the unwelcome sight of the owner of the Hellfire Club, but fortunately finding Shaw to be nowhere nearby. It wouldn't be good for anyone to become aware of Charles’ intentions, and consequently as Charles turns to look back at Emma he can't help but give her a pointed look that expresses his disapproval.

“You really think I would be so bold? I know the rules, Emma- and I know the penalty for breaking them”.

“And yet every Friday night you shun all the other punters in favour of a virtual mute with a big wallet and an apparently even bigger cock... Of course I can understand you pursuing the former, just make sure you don't do anything stupid because you're so dick-drunk over the latter”.

Charles' eyes narrow as he stares at Emma, annoyance clear in his expression, but before he can open his mouth to counter Emma's barbed words the tendrils of Charles' telepathy pick up on the presence of a familiar mind, and he can't help but instantly turn towards the door, knowing what he will find there. Erik enters looking like sin personified, his hair neatly combed and the leather jacket he is wearing adding some edge to Erik’s normally quite corporate look, and Charles has never wanted him more. Their eyes lock from across the room and even without words being exchanged the command is clear, and as such it only takes the smallest incline of Erik's head for Charles to immediately slide down from the barstool he is sitting on, his heart pounding in anticipation as he starts to walk over.

“Be careful...”

When Charles turns back to look at Emma she is still standing by the bar, her eyes trained on Charles and her expression communicating the same intent as the words she just spoke into Charles' mind. The concern Charles can feel coming from Emma is surprising but comforting, and though Charles would perhaps like to discuss his thoughts with Emma further there is no time for that, and all Charles can offer is a small nod of acknowledgment before he turns and walks away.

As Charles makes his way across the club the eyes that are cast upon him are all easily ignored, as if Charles' vision is singular and composed of the path to Erik alone. It's arguable that Charles presents a pretty striking picture, dressed in scant white shorts and with the shape of two angel wings painted in shimmering bodypaint on his bare back, but though Charles can feel pulses of desire passing over him in errant waves he ignores them all, wanting Erik's attention only.

Charles joins Erik in the darkest corner of the room, where Erik always is- away from the noise and the chaos of the rest of the club, where fortunately no one can see them. A gauzy red curtain shrouds the private seating area and Charles parts it to join Erik, mouth instantly drying at the sight of Erik sitting on the sofa inside, his posture tense until the point when Charles enters and Erik's legs seem to unconsciously sway apart. Normally Erik arrives dressed as if he has just left the office in one stylish suit or another, but on this occasion he is decidedly less formal in grey trousers and a black polo shirt with his leather jacket now discarded, and he looks so good Charles knows if he wasn't already planning to entice Erik into touching him tonight Erik's appearance would have made things very difficult anyway.

“Hi...” Charles says shyly, his usual contrived confidence made to falter on account of how much he really does like Erik. “It's so good to see you again”.

There are no words from Erik in response, and he keeps his eyes focused on Charles as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a bundle of notes that he places on the seat beside himself for Charles to take. Of course it all comes down to money but at that point Charles cares little for fiscal compensation, he only wants to be close to Erik once more, and to find out if the potent desire between them really is entirely mutual.

As the thumping music of the club continues to resound outside their safe haven Charles steps over to Erik, moving slowly and seductively as he draws both hands down his bare chest, watching as Erik's eyes track the movement. Erik's mouth parts as he watches Charles, as Charles takes up position standing in front of Erik, starting to roll his hips purposely, beginning the tease. Of course it's the barest of what either of them wants but Charles knows it is important to provide an intense build up, to get Erik hot and desperate before moving closer, but what thrills Charles is that he can see how turned on Erik is just from the initial part of the dance when arguably nothing scandalous has happened yet. Erik's face is flushed with colour and his eyes are heavily dilated, and already his unforgiving trousers are distorted by the line of a half-formed erection- something that has Charles involuntarily licking his lips as he turns around so his back is to Erik.

The warm swell of desire that runs over Charles as he presents his arse to Erik is unmistakable, intensifying as Charles bends over and draws his hands slowly up his legs, giving Erik a show. Even though Erik has barely spoken in the past Charles already knows how his arguably finest asset is also one of Erik's favourites, as evidenced by the lust pouring off of Erik's mind as Charles stands upright and shifts back, lowering himself into Erik's lap. It has always been remarkable to Charles just how easily his and Erik's bodies seem to fit together, his arse snug against Erik's crotch, the thick line of Erik's cock pressed intimately against Charles' body, prompting Charles' own arousal to increase emphatically. It's a tricky line Charles is walking between seducing Erik and making his own desire blatantly obvious, and it takes a tremendous deal of self-control (along with some very robust underwear) to ensure Charles does not show all of his cards too soon.

As always it seems like there is no one else in the entire universe as Charles begins to grind against Erik, listening to the helpless little murmurs Erik makes as his hands tremble by his sides, as if he is aching to touch. It's what Charles wants too because it has been almost two months of only seeing Erik once a week, of thinking about him every day in-between and daydreaming about all the filthy things they could do to each other. But more than that Charles knows it's not just sex he covets- it's comfort, it's companionship, is the contentment that comes from knowing you belong to one person alone and they in turn belong to you.

“I've missed you...” Charles murmurs.

The words are involuntary, given out as the front of professionalism Charles presents starts to slip, revealing truth beneath. Erik's breath hitches and his hands clamp down on Charles' waist, and Charles can’t help but gasp at the contact even if it's not particularly scandalous, because just to have Erik touch him in any way at long last is everything. Consequently Charles is visibly shaking as he feels Erik sit fully upright, as their bodies become even more firmly pressed together, and as those same large hands of Erik's become splayed across Charles' stomach, keeping Charles in place as Erik shifts to rest his chin against Charles' shoulder.

“Do you mean that?” Erik asks quietly, his lightly-accented voice prompting a thrum of arousal to run through Charles' body.

Charles knows this is the point where he needs to shut things down, where he needs to pull away from Erik and plaster a fake smile on his face and make Erik believe that what is happening between them is purely a business transaction and nothing else. But for some reason Charles does not want to lie to Erik, cannot think of anything worse than betraying him in any way, and as such Charles can only close his eyes slowly, voice soft and reverent as he eventually responds “Yes...”

The noise Erik makes then is just about the most beautiful thing Charles has ever heard- a happy kind of murmur that has Charles' heart fluttering in his chest like it is trapped beneath his ribcage, hoping to break free. Erik tilts his head down and trails his mouth slowly along the curve of Charles' shoulder in the hint of a barely-there kiss, and even though every part of Charles' inner monologue is yelling at him to withdraw before it's too late, he knows he is already in much too deep.

“Come home with me, Charles...”

The words are exactly what Charles has fantasised about hearing from Erik for so long now but still he is disbelieving, even as the way Erik continues to brush his lips against Charles' skin makes his convictions clear. However it’s not just uncertainty about Erik's intentions that makes Charles falter, it's contemplation of the potential repercussions that will await Charles should he choose to break the rules.

“I can’t... I'm not supposed to date clients”.

“Well then I'll stop coming to the club”.

“It’s not as simple as that, Erik... The rule extends to former clients as well. To be honest, it's not encouraged for us to date anyone. After all, we belong to the Hellfire Club first and foremost”.

“You belong to yourself, Charles...” Erik replies, his arms winding more firmly around Charles' waist, prompting Charles to worry about the increasing chance that someone might see them. Though dancers are usually left alone when they are with clients it's not unheard of for someone to check in on them, and Charles can't risk being seen essentially cuddling with Erik.

“I can't”, Charles says suddenly, standing up from Erik's lap.

Charles cannot bring himself to look at Erik in that moment, lest he see the disappointment become manifest on Erik's face, and so he remains staring straight ahead at the gauzy red curtains and the hazy scene beyond as he feels Erik stand up behind him. Charles' hands are shaking as Erik moves closer, as Erik steps around so he is facing Charles, and only when Erik gently places one curled finger under Charles' chin does Charles allow his head to be tilted upwards, listening intently as Erik starts to speak.

“Read my mind. Find out where I live. Come to my house after your shift is over, if that's what you want. If I don’t see you later I'll take that as an answer and you won't see me again. It's your choice, Charles”.

Being so close to Erik is mesmerising and Charles can't help staring devotedly into Erik’s eyes, lulled by the soothing tone of Erik's voice and the conviction of his words. The idea of going to Erik's home, of being with Erik in his own bed is incredibly appealing, but Charles knows he will need to think long and hard before he makes any rash decisions. Fortunately it seems like Erik is only too happy to give Charles the time he needs to think about things, as Erik simply reaches to give Charles' arm a gentle squeeze before stepping away, leaving Charles with one resounding question running through his mind.

Stay or go?

To be continued...?

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tackyflamedecals-blog · 6 years

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Love ((SENDING IN ALL THE LOVE FLUFFS))

Just One Dance || IDW Ultra Magnus/RodimusFor @big-ultra-mags

((IT’S DONE!! *throws this at you all*

A drabble: usually around 100 words.Me, supposed to be writing one: writes a nearly 1,800 word self-indulgent OTP dance because I apparently have no self control. qwq

I’m still accepting these, just they probably won’t all be as long as this because…well, again, OTP bias. X’3

Full thing under the cut, I hope it was worth the wait. I definitely had a blast writing it. ;w;))

Rodimuswatched his crew dance. It was nice for everything to be so calm for once, awhole event that hadn’t gone completely wrong – probably a new Lost Light record.He didn’t remember what all the dancing was for, that detail had gotten a littlefuzzy after a few cubes of highgrade, but whatever it was it was worth itbecause this was pretty fun.

Orit would be if he had a single person to dance with. He’d debated asking Driftbut as he’d walked over to his best friend was just getting Ratchet to agree todance with him. He looked so delighted to have won the old medic over andRodimus couldn’t spoil that, so he’d backed off before either bot could noticehim. He hadn’t been able to come up with any other possible dancing buddiesbefore everyone had either paired off or grouped up, so he contented himselfwith watching. Watching and drinking.

Wellthat wasn’t entirely true. He had come up with one other bot he wanted to dancewith but he wasn’t going to bother wasting his time asking. His optics flickered over to thedoorway where the imposing figure of Ultra Magnus was watching everyone with astern ‘party responsibly’ kind of look. Anytime there was an event, whetherthere was highgrade involved or not, you could always find Magnus keepingcareful, sober watch over proceedings.

Itwas a behaviour he used to find both incredibly annoying and boring. Because itwas. But damn if it wasn’t adorable too. For someone so outwardly stoic hecared deeply about everyone, to the point of missing out on the fun himself tomake sure no one got hurt. It was an incredibly attractive trait and it wasn’tthe only one Rodimus had started noticing about him lately.

Ugh,he was drunk. And bored. And tired. Really, really tired.

Tiredof pretending that he didn’t have feelings.

Whatwas so wrong with taking a chance anyway? His processor offered him as hisframe started moving without his conscious thought towards the doorway Magnuswas standing in. What was the worst Magnus could do; tell him no, give him alook that said ‘not right now Rodimus’or ‘I don’t have time for whatever gameyou’re playing right now Rodimus’? At least he could leave knowing hetried.

“Captain,”Magnus greeted him with a polite nod, his posture relaxing ever so slightly,“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It’sjust Rodimus, remember, you don’t have to call me Captain,” Magnus’ face saidhe begged to differ but Rodimus refused to be distracted. He tapped the largermech’s arm, giving him his best smile, “Dance with me?”

Theeffect was instantaneous. His posture straightened again, but the frown thatfollowed wasn’t quite as stern as he’d expected. Huh. “Rodimus, it is notappropriate-” the enforcer stopped mid-sentence as Rodimus waved a servo nonchalantly.

“Sureit is. Look, on the bridge while we’re on duty sure it’s not appropriate, butthis is a party. Here I’m just Rodimus and you’re just Ultra Magnus – myfriend, and I wanna dance with you,” he turned to look out at the crowd ofdancing bots, missing the intense look he was getting from his companion. “Andlook everyone’s too drunk or having too much fun to notice what we’re doinganyways.” Turning back, he gave him a playful wink, “One dance and I promiseI’ll add a note to your next report.” Rodimus saw indecision register brieflyon Magnus’ face and Rodimus knew he had him, “I’ll note it with thanks~” Rodimus’ smile only broadened as Magnus glancedquickly around the room before letting out an accepting sigh.

“Verywell, one dance,” the blue and white mech acquiesced, and Rodimus couldn’t hidehis delight as he held out his servo for him to take. His touch was gentleas their servos clasped one another, ever careful not to hurt him. The caredisplayed in that one simple gesture made his spoiler flutter as they walkedtowards the dance floor.

Butwhen he looked up though there was a deep blush spreading across the enforcersface and for once he couldn’t read the emotion there. Which, to Rodimus’ (admittedly intoxicated) mind,could only mean the larger mech was experiencing a whole new world ofuncomfortable and just didn’t know how to express it. It certainly wouldn’t bethe first time.

I should’ve known. This was too much, it was too public, and the thought he wasactually upsetting the other mech just for the sake of a dance made his sparktwist.

Hestopped where they were, a few meters shy of the actual dance floor. Magnusturned around to look at him, confused. “Mags if…if this is making you toouncomfortable we don’t have to,” he couldn’t stop his spoiler drooping, but hecouldn’t upset him, not like this, “I’ll still note your report, with thanksand all.” It was a lifeline, an easy way for him to back out and when Magnus’optics flashed with surprised he felt all but certain he’d take it.

But Magnus surprised him by shaking his helm, “No, I’m fine,” Magnus’ face wasunreadable again, but this time it felt lighter than before, “Thank you though,for your concern.”

“Yousure?” hope flared inside him, following the larger mech the last few feet tothe edge of the dancefloor, “Promise you’re not just doing this for thereports?”

“Ipromise,” the smallest of smiles graced Magnus’ face, a smile that was rapidlymoving to the top of Rodimus’ favourites. Even more so when he felt Magnus’other servo rest on his back, just beneath his spoiler. He couldn’t reach ashigh as the enforcer’s shoulder, so simply let his servo rest as high as hecould comfortably reach on his arm, their other servos remaining joined.

Hewas pleasantly surprised that Magnus knew what position to be in, but when themusic started up again and the larger mech started leading them without prompthe had to work to keep his surprise contained just to a rise of his spoiler.

“Youcan dance,” the purple mech couldn’t stop himself from pointing out, thoroughlyintrigued, “Where did you learn to dance?”

“I…mayhave done a little research and practice beforehand,” Magnus admitted quietly,averting his optics as he swung them both around carefully, obviously stillwatching out for the other bots around them.

“Soyou did want to dance at some point tonight then?” he tilted his helm slightlyto the side, following Magnus’ lead without really concentrating on what theywere doing. He trusted Magnus to keep them from accidentally bumping intoanything. He trusted Magnus more than anyone if he was honest.

“Iwanted to be prepared for the eventuality,” which wasn’t really an answer butthat look was in the other’s optics again so he didn’t press it. After a momentof silence Magnus spoke again, “I thought you’d want to dance with Drift?”There was an edge to that question that Rodimus’ highgrade addled processorcouldn’t quite unpack.

“’CourseI did,” he answered honestly, “But I wanted to dance with you too, I justdidn’t think you’d actually say yes.” And there was another look he didn’tunderstand. How much highgrade had he had again? “Hence the bribery.”

Therewas another long pause between them, before in possibly the quietest and mosttimid voice he’d ever heard come out of him, Magnus responded, “I should confess, I also…wantedto dance with you…I mean I hoped…”

Rodimusfelt the other’s servo’s leave his frame before he could fully comprehend thosewords, the larger mech twirling him around, then he felt a large, strong servoon his back, pulling him close to a large, and very welcoming frame. He was certain by now hisface was as red as his armour used to be, but he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t,not with his spark practically trying to escape his chassis it was pounding sohard. Their optics met and he swore he could feel that servo moving ever soslightly lower, though it was very hard to concentrate on it.

“Rodimus…”their faceplate’s were barely inches away now, he could lean up just a little,close the gap between them and…

Andjust like that, far too soon, the song was over.

Itwas like a spell had broken between them. Magnus’ servo moved away from hiswaist, and he rather reluctantly took a step back.

“Thank you for the dance. You’re a really good dancer,” Rodimus said quickly,trying to break the sudden awkward tension between them.

“You’rewelcome- I mean thank you, thank you too, that was…fun,” Magnus replied just asquickly, clearly relieved that Rodimus had spoken first.

Hegrinned, spoiler flapping, “Wow pulling out the f-word Mags, I’m flattered.”

Magnusmade a noise that could’ve almost been amusement, or something close to it atleast, “I believe the appropriate response is, ‘you should be’.”

“So you have been listening! And here I thought all my relaxed language lessonswere going to waste,” Magnus gave him a look, one he was almost sure meant ‘of course I was paying attention, I’m alwayspaying attention’ but there was something else in there too, somethingunsaid. They lapsed back into silence again but now it was a companionablesilence at least. One that this time the larger mech broke.

“Ishould return to the door,” and was it just the highgrade or did he look thetiniest bit disappointed?

“Rightand I…actually I should probably go and recharge,” that sounded like the sensiblething to do. Right now he needed somewhere quiet to think…well all of that through. Or at least, heshould recharge and think it all through in the morning when he was sober. Thatwas probably a better plan.

“You’re not staying for the rest of the dance?” he should’ve expected to hearthe surprise that coloured the larger mech’s voice. Usually he was one of the lastbots to leave little get togethers like this, in fact this would probably bethe first party he’d ever left before his highgrade cubes hit double digits.

Rodimusshrugged casually, “Nah, I’m good. C’mon I’ll walk with you to the door.” Hegave his companion two affectionate pats on the arm, turning to head towardsthe door, “When do you plan to disappear?”

“Whenthe most likely troublemakers make themselves scarce,” Magnus was walking athis side in an instant, “And only Whirl is still here.”

“Soyou’ve still got a way to go yet then,” Whirl usually didn’t leave much beforeRodimus would so there were still a few more hours of drinking to go, “I’d saycomm. me if you need any help but I’m not sure what kind of help I’d be.”

“Thethought is appreciated none the less,” Magnus stopped next to the doorway. Hehesitated before adding, “Goodnight, Rodimus.”

“G’nightMags,” with a final smile he took his opportunity to escape, pushing the doorsopen and hurrying away down the hallway. As he moved towards his room, he couldn’thelp but bring the image of Magnus’ face that close back up in his processor.The soft way he’d said his name, the intense look in his optics that made hisspark do spin…

Hewas in deep. Way too deep.

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