"It was bound to happen sooner or later," he overheard Ariadne explaining to Yusuf in the warehouse. "Arthur’s emotionally delicate."
"What," said Arthur."
Everyone in the dreamshare business knows that the best-selling children’s book series about dream walkers had to be written by someone in the business; there’s a pool about who the author is, and arguing about who certain characters might be based on is a popular pastime in the community.
Eames likes to joke that the main character is obviously based on him, but until he stumbles upon proof that Arthur is the writer, he never actually believed it. And while he’s always teased Arthur by saying that the two of them are made for each other, until he realizes that his character’s will-they/won’t-they love interest is remarkably similar to Arthur, he never thought that Arthur might take him seriously.
Comments: This is extremely quirky and fun, the prompt itself is amazing! And the author has Eames and Arthur’s characters down pat. So lovely.
The neighbors warn him about the house at the end of the street, the charming one-story residence surrounded by a pristine white picket fence and sporting impressively maintained landscape with hedges trimmed at precise ninety degree angles, not a flower out of place. In the month since they first moved into the neighborhood, Charles hasn’t caught even a glance of the occupant of 608 Genosha Street. He’s heard the rumors though. He knows that Mr. 608 Genosha Street is, in fact, a mister, that Mr. 608 is a mutant of mysterious power, and that Mr. 608 ought to be avoided at all costs. According to local legends, he used to be in the military. Conflicting statements replace military with CIA. Either way, he’s apparently a killer. He has bodies hidden in his backyard. He has bodies hidden in his floorboards. If you stand in the middle of his living room for long enough, you can hear the faint, ghostly heartbeats of his victims.
Charles is highly skeptical of such rumors. Even so, as he plots out the route for trick-or-treating, he carefully skirts around 608, just in case.
[♔] - Obeisance to the King
okay let’s be honest no one is surprised by this
"What’s this?" he asks, frowning at his latte.
"It’s a latte, Sir. Double shot, non-fat, vanilla. My buddy Boyd swears by them when he’s feeling, uh," - don’t say hungover, dear GOD don’t say hungover - “…tired.”
Hale scowls a while longer at it before looking at Stiles. He seems to take in his whole appearance for the first time, and he swears he can feel heat blooming over his body in the wake of that glare - but it doesn’t seem hostile, just… curious?
"I like it."
The sigh of relief leaving Stiles’ mouth is almost embarrassing, and he beams. “Good, I’m a coffee genius. I’m like the freakin’ David Guetta of coffee, except replace catchy hooks with flavours. You’d better be open to new things.”
He doesn’t know why he said that. He doesn’t even particularly like David Guetta.
in which vali has a nice day
everyone like that right
(if you don’t i don’t trust you)
I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE
Imagine your OTP taking a shower or bath together, but instead of getting frisky they innocently goof around in the water and wash each other’s hair and relax in each other’s arms.
Erik had just sunk into the warm water of the drawn bath when he felt the front door open and close hurriedly. The familiar metal of Charles’ watch and suspender clips sang out to him, and he relaxed once more into the steaming water. He could sense Charles moving erratically through the apartment, dropping off bits and pieces here and there as he sluggishly made his way towards the bathroom.
Not making a sound, Erik just watched as Charles groped his way into the room, eyes shut with a sense of contained pain twisting his lips. A few more articles of clothing had fallen off before he was even remotely aware of Erik’s presence, and that was because of the lapping sound the water made as Erik shifted to sit up more.
“Cerebro migraine?” Erik asked sympathetically, recognizing the signs. Normally Charles’ mind would’ve touched in with his by now, after having done a cursory sweep of their home. But like this his mind tended to wind in on itself and become oblivious to the world; hence the sudden jump when Erik spoke to him. He turned with a grimace, shirt undone and sliding to the floor.
fiveyearmission asked you:
OKAY i know i’m number 5 but TECHNICALLY I got in before everyone at TW night last week so: Derek-Hoechlin bodyswap plz forever plz plz plz I will get you a cronut or something
Tyler wakes up in Derek’s bed. He’s gotten into the habit of taking naps there sometimes when the rest of the cast and crew is breaking for lunch, so this isn’t that surprising. His awful rabbit food diet makes watching Posey and Dylan cram their faces full of whatever’s on offer from catering too painful, so he’ll stretch out here for the union thirty and try to really break it down for himself: how awful is would be, to have to actually, like, be Derek Hale. He’ll make up stories about Derek as a child and imagine what Derek does while Stiles and co. are at school and try to construct a Christian theology that allows for the existence of murderous shapeshifters.
He’d be happy to keep doing it now but it’s too dark and too quiet, almost eerie on the abandoned sound stage. Tyler rolls out of the bed and pads across the floor, still a little muzzy from his nap. It isn’t until he gets to the loft’s open door that he realizes there’s— an actual hallway on the other side of it. Come to think of it there’s no equipment, either, no lights set up, no mics, no— nothing. There’s a ceiling in the goddamn room.
By: GotTheSilverIn which Derek has many issues and Stiles really wants to fix him. In a totally professional manner, okay? (x)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FOR ALL THE NATAHSA/LOKI SHIPPERS I JUST MADE YOU WANT TO READ THIS BECAUSE FUCK YES
“In a body that isn’t mine,” Erik reminds him, and is rather startled when Charles gives him a fierce look and says, “I am trying to seduce you, Erik, and I would appreciate it if you would refrain from playing Devil’s Advocate for the evening.”
“And you of all people should know that only arseholes wear sunglasses at night.”
That really shouldn’t be so sexy coming from an otherwise posh, upright angel. It’s also rather flattering that an angel would try to seduce him for once, but there’s a reason or three Erik’s been able to put up with Charles for the last six thousand years, after all (4). He gestures for another shot of whisky and holds it out to Charles. “More tea, vicar?”"
Every time he tells Charles something like that, Erik expects him to recoil, to be disgusted or scared, to kick Erik out of his house. But Charles would only stare at him with endless sympathy and reach out shyly to rub his knuckles against the back of Erik’s hand for a moment and say, “Oh my friend, I’m so sorry” and “You should have burned his shop down.”
Erik barks out a surprised laugh. “This from won’t-hurt-a-fly Charles?”
Charles grins at him impishly in the darkness. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“Yeah,” Erik says, even as his stomach does a funny flip. “I do.”"
Curve Fitting by kianspo
“A non-powered AU in which Sharon Xavier never remarries, and Charles ‘adopts’ not only Raven, but Erik too.”
Charles Xavier had a guest spot on Conan.
Obviously the video was brought up. Erik went into watching the video with the intent to suppress everything that resulted from it. Even the part where Charles’ eyes focused and said “Oh yes, I’m a fan.” But after they showed a clip and was asked how he felt about it, Charles responded by looking into the camera with his red-lipped, cheeky grin. His voice was smug and mellifluous at the same time. His eyes twinkled impishly, but then again they often did.
“I’d like to see him put his money where his mouth is.”
After that, Erik’s brain just kind of shut off as he watched Xavier’s winning smiles and keen eyes, heart pounding as though he was halfway through a run.
Later Sean sent him a picture of Charles Xavier shirtless in one of his movies as a joke. Erik saved it in histhis is not pornographyfolder.
Erik is a stand-up comic whose rant about the eminent fuckability of one Hollywood darling Charles Xavier goes viral. This fic is about Erik’s full on public lust-filled gay revelation, and the chaos that spirals from there.
"I don’t understand why she’s doing that," Erik complains to Charles. "Can’t she just avoid me like the other children if she’s so scared."
"She’s not scared of you," Charles replies, his head bent over some book or another. When Erik frowns he drags his gaze away and sighs in exasperation. "It’s because she’s fond of you. She’s always going on about how tall you are, how handsome." He pauses. "Mostly it’s about how tall.""
There’s a new student in the house. Her name is Ororo, she’s seven, and can control the weather.
Winter in July by cm (mumblemutter)
Whatever You Want (But You’re Gonna Have To Ask Me) - Stiles has a fantastic boyfriend and absolutely no sex life. He is not okay with this. (Or, the implementation of Stiles’ Secret Seduction Plan™)
- established relationship
- Derek is a gentleman
- Stiles is sexy