Posts tagged fandom SMASH!
Posts tagged fandom SMASH!
So basically, last night PJ and I were talking about David, Charles and Erik (because of reasons) and PJ mentioned them sleeping together. Well more Erik and Charles sleeping and David watching them sleep. And so I was like “I would so draw that if I had my stylus!” (since I use an iPad for everything and anything I can). A few minutes later I was thinking ‘Screw it I’m going to try and draw it with my finger’. So I cracked open my Sketchpad HD app and scribbled away it ended up looking like this: http://twitter.com/#!/madsmurf93/status/213224416354648065 (leads to the tweet I sent PJ).
And then I was like ‘I can do better! I’ll try a different app. With layers.’ and so I did. I cracked open Sketchbook Pro and began to draw. The following links send you to my twitter.
The Colouring: http://twitter.com/#!/madsmurf93/status/213241766969737216
So what you see here is the final image with a suitable background.
[ Wanted/XMFC fusion AU ]
You’re on a plane. You’re wondering what brought you here, why you’re leaving, running. There is a mother sitting in the aisle seat who is settling her sons into their blanket, while the boys themselves are excitedly discussing all of the things they’re…
Everyone, stop what you are doing and read this. NOW.
I kept mulling over the XMFC/Avengers/HP fusion idea and this happened. *throws up hands* I’m sure I’ve written more than this half-arsed meta on why I sorted the XMFC characters the way I did, but I can’t find it now. Man, Tumblr is terrible for archiving.
Apologies in advance for people who’re expecting more of a presence by the Avengers characters here. Erik takes over fucking everything. It’s been a while since I read the books, so I think some of the Harry Potter terminology (especially the issue of capitalisation) are a bit off.
(If Slytherin!Charles and Gryffindor!Erik turn out to be your thing, may I point you to stickmarionette’s sing, slow it down, to which this snippet of a fic owes a considerable debt. XD)
This is quite brilliant! Everyone should read it. Like now!
So, you know the drill. Like, reblog or comment on this and you get a Wesley/Charles fic. Brilliant isn’t it?
For redwesteinde because you started it darling. And I am warning you all that dub-con is about to happen, though really it was always dub-con with these two. Continues from this: one
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping, Valentin?” He freezes, hand hovering over the book he had been wanting to read, his heart pounds. For a split second he wonders if Mr Rochester can hear it, even though it is impossible.
“I am not a child.” It is very hard to resist the urge to flinch when Mr Rochester’s hand covers his own, but he manages. Barely.
“That is true, isn’t it?” He can’t stop his body from shuddering (in fear? Disgust? Dare he think of it, desire?) when Mr Rochester presses them against the bookcase. He has to grab one of the shelves above him with both hands to avoid any harm.
He can feel his face grow hot in embarrassment, he hears Mr Rochester chuckle.
“Valentin!” It is a mockery, he knows that much.
“Re-remove yourself from my presence.”
That is when he feels Mr Rochester’s lips against the back of his neck. “I don’t think I will,” another kiss, closer to his right ear “after all, dear Valentin, we are in my home and I will do as I please.”
He tightens his grip on the shelf, and tries to block out Mr Rochester and his kisses, and bites. He did not want this. He had never wanted this.
He chokes out a shuddering breath when Mr Rochester stills.
He shudders and so desperately wants to move away, to escape Mr Rochester’s presence. “Stop.”
When Mr Rochester flips him so that his back digs into the shelves and his arms drop limply to his side, he thinks maybe he is truly trapped. He is more certain of this thought when Mr Rochester’s lips press against his. His heart pounds and he can’t help the distressed noises that escape him. Panic takes hold and squeezes him tight.
“Shhh, calm yourself.”
He opens his eyes (when had he closed them?) and Mr Rochester stands in front of him, stroking his cheek.
“I am saddened that you think so poorly of me Valentin,” He has no words, panic still has a hold of him. “If I wished to have you, truly have you, I would have in my bed. Not against the shelves in the library.”
Mr Rochester’s hand drops to his side and he gives him a once over before giving a short bow. “Goodnight Valentin, sleep well.”
Mr. Rochester leaves.
He crumbles to the floor, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. Ignoring the tears that flow down so freely.
Brilliant graphic is not mine. It was made by suave-graphics.
In this ‘verse, Paul is an extractor, not exactly the scrupulous type. He kind of thinks people are out to get him. It’s not paranoia when it’s true. As for Wesley, well, he’s a point man, and he comes reluctantly recommended, because who wants to work with a guy who suborned his own shades to defend his subconscious?
If there’s one thing that still raises Paul’s hackles every single time, the sensation of a gun pressed to his skin comes a distant second. He is, naturally, beyond inured to the idea. He knows exactly what the muzzle of his Glock feels like, how much recoil it’s got, how quickly it takes him out of the dream.
No, the thing that really bothers Paul is the mournful strange sound of a PASIV device in use. The damn thing always sounds like it’s breathing, in a slowed down kind of way. Unnatural. Nothing breathes like that, and Paul should know, too, because he knows what things and people sound like as they take their last breaths.
Once is enough. You hear that once, you’ve heard it too many times.
*______________* these poor boys have my heart
why is this so amazing.
Second part of ‘Erik is Voldermort and Charles is his right hand man’ a tad bit (okay a lot) on the angst side.
‘Charles please. I need you. Help me.’
He grips his hair and pulls. Chanting his name over and over. It couldn’t be true. It was too good to be true.
He chokes in a breath. He’s trembling, hiding behind his knees. A twisted sense of relief settles in his chest that there is no one here to see him like this. So much relief. No one could see how much a failure he was.
(Four flashes of green light. Four dead. Two wailing babies. Charles can’t help but think how pathetic it all looked. It pleases him. Erik is behind him. He feels Erik’s chin on his shoulder. “I’ll take Potter.” He nods and takes aim at the Longbottom child. He—)
Lets out another breath, shuddering.
‘I’m here. Charles, you’re not alone. You’re not alone.’
He wants to believe it — part of him does — but he can’t.
(It happens so quickly that everything slows down. They both fire the curse and both come bouncing back. He barely registers the heavy weight that flings him out of the house and crashing onto the lawn. He does notice the silence. He—)
Screams and screams and screams.
His door bangs against the wall and someone is shaking him.
He repeats the same name over and over.
So I asked PJ this “Imagine if Erik was Voldermort if you can and answer me this, would Charles fight for him, The Order, or remain neutral?” and she replied with “Depends on what happens to Charles in this reality, but since I am a big fan of dark!Charles, he’d be the wizard behind He Who Must Not Be Named!” so whipped open a writing app and wrote this because who doesn’t love dark!Charles?:
“The boy has to die,” Erik curls a hand around his wineglass and he brings it to his lips, taking a sip and then placing it to his left, “if he doesn’t I cannot hope to succeed.”
Charles holds a rook, hovering it over the chessboard, before placing it one square above one of Erik’s knights. He takes the knight. Smiling he looks at Erik, who looks displeased. Not at him. Never him.
“Do you want me to kill them both?” Charles feels his smile grow sinister and his chest warm with pleasure “I can make it look like an accident.”
Erik takes his rook. He takes Erik’s last pawn.
“Imagine it Erik,” Charles knows that Erik will “that werewolf pet of theirs snaps. Forgets the full moon. It is all very tragic.”
Erik smiles. Takes his king. Pulls Charles forward by the metal of his buttons and kisses him soundly on the mouth. Charles sinks into Erik’s mind with a chilling laugh. Catches the delighted thought.
‘Let it be so.’
Well I wanted to build up my Portfolio but ended up making a fandom SMASHed movie poster.
Basically, XMFC plot except Erik & Charles both have split personalities Brendan and Wesley respectably. Neither pair know about the other except each other so basically Erik doesn’t know about Brendan and Charles doesn’t know about Wesley and so forth. However that all hits the fan when Charles and Erik come back from Russia. Go with that as you will.
/o\ I probably made NO sense. I apologise but I hope something made sense :D