I think Thor knows that he’s the last straw. If he abandons Loki, there’s no more hope for this idiot.
I planned to save this for another time, but my hands and brain betrayed me… oh well, there are never enough Regency AU anyway:
Charles and Erik taking shelter in the rain (in an abandoned barn maybe~), a scenario that requires our gentlemen to lose their damped clothes and warm each other up coughwithbodyheatcough ehehe~ *//q///*
Couldn’t resist, so didn’t ehe
It was the smell that Erik would remember long after the tryst: the warm scent of Charles’ skin, the earthy smell of hay, the way he could taste the rain in the air. It lingered in his mind like perfume, and whenever the weather grew wet, he remembered.
Charles had shivered so violently in his arms, the first time, his skin clammy but his mouth a hot furnace burning him from the inside out. Erik breathed him in and drank in his kisses like he would never be quenched, and when they shed their clothes, it was like stripping themselves of every gentlemanly mien. Every slide against skin was a breathless release, every pass of lips a revelation. Erik panted against the pulse on Charles’ neck, greedy for everything.
Charles let him have it, and returned Erik’s ardor with equal intensity; the first kiss, the first suck, the first thrust. When the lightning struck outside, Charles watched as Erik’s neck strained, lost to it, and Charles had gripped him so tightly he left bruises that Erik admired in his secret time.
In the aftermath, something began to bloom between them, sweet and slightly uncertain. Erik turned Charles’ cheek with the tips of his fingers, tracing the beginnings of a smile with his thumb. Here, he was not Lord Lehnsherr. Here he was simply Erik, barenaked in ways more than one. Charles saw his vulnerability and found only strength, the look in his eyes bright and full of wonder.
Outside, the world shook with a storm. Erik breathed in, realizing at that moment that his heart no longer truly belonged to him, safe in Charles’ hands as it was.
OMG *screeches*!! ALL OF THE FIRST TIME PLOTS JUST MAKE ME WANT TO SMUSH THEM TOGETHER MORE AKFDHGKAHDGFKH
CASEY you wonderful gorgeous lady! Thank you so very much and hope you’re having a delightful day too!
Erik found him in their washing room, trying to figure out how to use the washing machine, with a sly smirk on his face, he slowly sneaked up on Charles from behind and...
…grabbed him around the waist, dragging him back to plant a kiss solidly under his ear. He didn’t feel Charles’ body tense until it was entirely too late to avoid the elbow that jammed into his gut, sending him staggering back into the dryer, gasping for breath. As soon as he was free, Charles whirled, arms thrown up defensively. Then he caught sight of Erik, and all the fight went out of him at once, his eyes widening with shock and chagrin.
"Oh my God, Erik," he exclaimed, rushing forward to take his arm, "I’m so, so sorry."
"No," Erik grimaced, holding his side, "that teaches me not to sneak up on my combat-trained boyfriend."
"I didn’t expect you home until later," Charles explained, clearly mortified. "And I didn’t hear you come in—you surprised me—"
"It’s okay," Erik assured him, straightening with a wince. "Really, I should’ve known better."
Charles hovered around him, reaching out hesitantly to touch Erik’s hand, his elbow, his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Do you need ice? Do we have any in the freezer?”
He darted out of the laundry room before Erik could stop him. A few moments later, a jarring crash and Charles’ yelp had Erik sprinting down the hall to the kitchen, where a gallon of ice cream, a slew of frozen dinners, and a flood of ice cubes lay scattered across the tile floor in front of the open freezer door. Charles stood to the side of the mess, frozen.
Ayeee thank you again, daddy, for this beautiful drabble, clumsy darling Charles is so lovable khghadfg ////7///// and good luck with SM to all!!
"Have I ever told you that you..."
Erik whispered against Charles’ temple as they swayed from side to side to the music that was playing softly in the background. His heart was racing despite the slower tempo of the song, and Charles, sweet beautiful Charles, was in his arms where he belonged. They were on the private beach that belonged to Charles’ favourite restaurant, the path from the back porch to the sand lit brightly with tiki torches. The moon was shining above them, watching the scene unfold in front of her with a patience acquired through time. She orchestrated the waves to lap gently against the shoreline as the rest of the song played.
YES! THANK YOU! This is the only beach event I’ll ever accept! kadgfkgfdkh *tears of joy*
Loki with his mommy :>
I finally saw Thor - The Dark World! And I loved the girls especially <3 Also, I have many Loki feels. He honestly needed a mom’s hug orz
most accurate description of depression I have ever heard. “You’re just being lazy. All you need to do is get up and do what you’re supposed to do.” It. Is. Not. That. Easy.
that’s suave as shit.
Me on my way to steal ur footballer
i love sports
he just fucking GLIDED in there like homosexual magic carried him there- GLIDED like he was on a fucking sled on ice
smooth as fuck
i can’t stop reblogging this because it is the best
wait a minute is that rapunzel in the second gif
hoLD THE FUCK UP
"There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight…"