Bye Bye Erik

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Founded to protect the world in the event that the Avengers disbanded, the young heroes, labelled “super-powered fanboys”, and later the “Young Avengers” by the public, are forced to step up after the disastrous events of the Civil War which left the previous Avengers fractured and at odds. 

I mean I still am confused to this day which is which but that never stopped me...

My Height is 5'8

And 5'10 with the boots on

fic: Continuing Education (Charles/Erik, modern AU; NOW COMPLETE-ish)

Not quite sure how to say this, but some years ago a fellow fan and I embarked on a 200k+ word angstfest of a Charles/Erik fic. We were within a couple chapters of finishing when Life happened (in my case, horrific crushing anxiety and the tenure track--these two were not entirely unrelated) and the fic fell by the wayside. Eventually it fell of AO3 altogether for reasons having to do with my co-author moving on from fannish spaces and my complete disconnection from anything that had once given me joy. I was thoroughly out of fandom by that time myself, and it was with a lot of surprise that I saw--when I opened AO3 and Tumblr for the first time in more than six years thanks to BG3--people had been asking about CE, what had happened to it, what would happen.

Since it seems there's been a resurgence of interest in XMFC-verse and Charles/ Erik in particular, it seemed like a good time to resurrect the fic and, while not republishing it on AO3, posting it as a PDF that acknowledges my now-unnamed co-author and the fact that without them this fic would not exist. Both of us made it what it is.

The PDF linked above also includes a final chapter that ties up Charles and Erik's story together, as well as other related threads from the supporting characters. I wrote it based on memories of discussions about how we both saw Charles and Erik's story ending, and--of course!--what could realistically happen with Shaw. This final chapter is entirely a solo effort on my part, and thus its many deficiencies are my fault alone.

Before reading the fic, PLEASE READ THE TAGS ON THE FIRST PAGE and take note of the Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings retained from the fic's AO3 listing.

Anyway, this thing has been a long time coming. I hope you all enjoy.

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I'm in artblock but really wanted to draw him. He's so prettyyy

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A ‘Captive Prince x A Song of Ice and Fire’ AU

He is skilled, he is hot-blooded, he collects his bastards like stray kittens - and he is the Prince of Dorne. But even somebody like Damianos Martell can manage to step into a nest of vipers. He did exactly that when he accidentally crippled the eldest Tyrell son, Auguste, in a tournament, pissing off the whole lot of Highgarden. Auguste Tyrell is not only their heir, but one of the last Blackfyres through his maternal line. And some people want to believe it wasn’t an accident at all…

Despite the rumours and his family bearing a deep grudge against the Martells, Auguste and Damianos quickly became friends after the accident. Even his little brother, Laurent, eventually warmed up after endless months of vicious stares. Tyrell’s little rose turns out to be brilliantly witty, more thorns than petals. Yet, he blushes prettily whenever Auguste teases him with an embarrassing childhood story, in which Laurent thought for the longest time (because of the old Targaryen/Blackfyre traditions) he is to marry his own brother as a grown up, telling every adult complimenting him that he is already promised. The Dornish prince cannot help but to grow fond of the brothers.

Years later, Damianos emerges victoriously in another tournament and is to crown his Queen of Love and Beauty. There’s a flood of shocked gasps going through the crowd when he places the winter roses on Laurent Tyrell’s head, the flowers as blue as his eyes. “Why,” Damianos proclaimes, “it’s all the grace and courtesy he deserves.”

Since then, Damianos has had quite the reputation for letting tournaments turn out scandalously!

Where dreams end