Charles/Erik; kitten aubloodred0_4July 10 2011, 18:28:38 UTC
(Note: Charles is a human, Erik is a mutant, and they’ve never met before.)
While recruiting mutants to his cause, Erik happens to offend a mutant with the power of transfiguration. He winds up being turned into a kitten and is kicked out onto the streets of New York. Erik is a menacing, self-reliant kitten, yes, but he’s also tiny and susceptible to chills -- and so when a young human professor eventually picks him up and murmurs softly to him and tucks him into his jacket, Erik doesn’t immediately claw him to ribbons
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Fill: Humane Society (2/?)bloodred0_4July 12 2011, 19:36:56 UTC
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Erik wakes up curled on a pillow beside Charles' head.
For a moment, he takes in the long, lean line of Charles' body, the softness of his features, and then he remembers. This wasn't some alcohol-soaked night where he somehow managed to snag a really hot one-night stand. He's a fucking kitten.
His anger ought to bring the steel girders holding up the apartment crashing through the walls, but the only thing that so much as twitches is a pile of discarded change on Charles' dresser. Erik reaches for his rage over his mother's death, a senseless mugging by senseless humans. She'd never carried more than ten dollars in her purse.
One of the pennies rolls to the carpet. Erik collapses in exhaustion. Damn-fucking-it, he thinks
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Re: Fill: Humane Society (2/?)qikiqtarjuaqJuly 12 2011, 19:46:32 UTC
This wasn't some alcohol-soaked night where he somehow managed to snag a really hot one-night stand. He's a fucking kitten.
This is the part where I died from laughing so hard. Poor Erik. I am enjoying his misery far far too much. Never stop writing this, author anon! Never stop!
Still flailing all over the place. Erik's thought process is absolutely hilarious! I'm quite curious to see what trouble Erik gets into while Charles is away... :P
While recruiting mutants to his cause, Erik happens to offend a mutant with the power of transfiguration. He winds up being turned into a kitten and is kicked out onto the streets of New York. Erik is a menacing, self-reliant kitten, yes, but he’s also tiny and susceptible to chills -- and so when a young human professor eventually picks him up and murmurs softly to him and tucks him into his jacket, Erik doesn’t immediately claw him to ribbons ( ... )
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I am in love with this fic, and this line made me squeal, becase. so.cute &hearts
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Erik wakes up curled on a pillow beside Charles' head.
For a moment, he takes in the long, lean line of Charles' body, the softness of his features, and then he remembers. This wasn't some alcohol-soaked night where he somehow managed to snag a really hot one-night stand. He's a fucking kitten.
His anger ought to bring the steel girders holding up the apartment crashing through the walls, but the only thing that so much as twitches is a pile of discarded change on Charles' dresser. Erik reaches for his rage over his mother's death, a senseless mugging by senseless humans. She'd never carried more than ten dollars in her purse.
One of the pennies rolls to the carpet. Erik collapses in exhaustion. Damn-fucking-it, he thinks ( ... )
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This is the part where I died from laughing so hard. Poor Erik. I am enjoying his misery far far too much. Never stop writing this, author anon! Never stop!
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so loving this fic, thank you so much!
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PLEASE UPDATE SOON, ANON! <3333333333
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