Favorite treat to yourself when having a shitty ass day!
Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Seven)
Erik slipped off his glasses as he stepped inside the waiting plane. It was nice but not over the top, but then Charles was subtle with his money. There were times he forgot how rich Xavier was, until he looked around their spacious bedroom, with the rich warm furniture, a closet filled with designer suits, and he never had to think about where the next meal was coming from.
Add in the fact he paid for Sean’s education, and he was pretty sure there were accounts already set up for Peter.
He placed his sunglasses into the designer suit jacket, before taking it off and hanging it up in the small closet, tossing the hat onto the shelf. He made his way over to Charles, who was sitting at the small table reading. He looked irritated, and was trying to hide it behind the book. Erik glanced over to Logan who was sitting in the corner, looking surley.
“What did you say to him?” He glared at the mutant.
“Nothing, bub. Even if I did, what are you his keeper?” Logan glared at him.
“Yes.” Erik leaned against the table, getting into his face. “You hurt Charles, you deal with me. And I don’t give a shit who you are or where you came from.”
“Erik.” Charles’ called out to his lover. “It’s not Logan’s fault. I’m just upset over this whole thing.”
He gave one last dark look, then focused on Charles, his expression softening instantly. “Don’t let him get to you.”
“It’s not him.” He gave the other Mutant a soft smile. “It’s just all of it, and I was told some bad news before we boarded.”
Erik again turned towards the other Mutant, only to have Charles stand and take his arm, pulling him towards the table. “By the way if Hank is flying who’s watching the kids?”
“Azazel popped in with Sean and Darwin.” He pushed Erik into the chair, then poured them a drink. “Despite the fact Peter is old enough to take care of himself, I wouldn’t leave them alone.”
“I trust Peter as far as I can toss him. He’s sixteen and has my infamous stubborn streak.” Erik played with the crystal cut tumbler. “Besides Kurt is the more mature one of the two.”
Hank snorted from the cockpit. “They both take after you, I warned Darwin that Kurt will poof them away if he doesn’t watch them.”
Charles gave his lover a sweet smile. “They love you dearly.”
“As they should!” He made him laugh, so he counted it as a win. “Tell me Liebling, why are you upset?”
“Azazel told me about Janus and Angel. He was rightfully upset, the two of them had been friends for so long.” Charles swallowed the golden liquid, letting it burn on the way down. “And I’m sure this news isn’t going to help us stop Raven.”
“She already knows.” He downed the scotch, then sat back in his chair. “Hell part of me wants to put a bullet between Trask’s eyes. I don’t even need a gun to do it!”
“Murder isn’t the answer.” They both glanced over at Logan who snorted, he swallowed down his own drink, ignoring them both. “We have to find a way to fix this…”
“You know I’ll kill her if I have to.” Erik leaned forward taking Charles’ hand. “If it comes down to her or our future, the kids futures … I know you don’t want to think about it, but her life is forfeit.”
“She’s my sister.” Charles squeezed Erik’s hand. “I love her no matter what’s she done.”
“There are times Charles, that I hate I love you so much.” Erik kissed the back of his hand, then sat back. “I should be the one going after Trask, leading the Brotherhood … saving our people. Yet here I am, raising children with you.”
“Is it such a bad life?” He asked seriously.
“No.” The answer was honest to a fault. “I just feel useless.”
<<You are not.>>
<<Am I? I was taken down by a lung infection, from a cold Peter picked up from school.>>
<<The cold was aggravated by the stress of the situation. If I hadn’t stopped all those guards you would’ve been worse, you were already exhausted from destroying the labs. And I couldn’t see you get shot, not again. I’m the one who should be sorry.>>
“Why are you sorry Charles?” He asked out loud. “You have done nothing but try and help our people, even if it’s a bit idealistic.”
“It’s because of me, she is like this.” Charles sighed running a hand through his hair, as he leaned back in his chair. “She sees you as weak, afraid of humans, that I coddle you. She sees herself taking up your campaign.”
“She’s doing a shittastic job at it, but then who knows where I would be if I hadn’t been shot.” He shrugged.
“Jail.” Both Hank and Charles said at the same time.
“Exactly how would you’ve kept me in it?” Erik gave them both a look.
“Plastic prison.” Hank called out from the cockpit. “Buried deep in the ground, maybe out in the countryside, though knowing our government they would’ve put in the middle of the Pentagon or something.”
“I’m disturbed you thought this through.” He glared at the kid … well not so much of a kid anymore.
“Though the logistics alone to build one would take years, in the meantime, Charles would’ve broken you out and tried to make you see reason.” Hank glanced over his shoulder a grin on his face. “Probably be some epic escape, Peter would help … oh lets not give him ideas.”
“As I said no prison could truly hold me.” He looked foundly at Charles. “Except you.”
He was out of his seat and into Erik’s lap, kissing him hard and deep. <<Darling.>>
Erik’s hand slid into the long locks, gripping them tightly as he devoured the sweet mouth. He shifted them, until Charles was seated on the small table, giving him the leverage he needed to push him back, wanting nothing but to get his hands in those sinful jeans and around the hot hard …
“ERIK!” Hank yelled as the plane vibrated and shuttered. “You’re in a fucking plane … made of metal!”
He gasped pulling off his lover, eyes dark with lust. “Oops.”
Logan was gripping the seat, knuckles white as the plane finally leveled back off. He stared at the two mutants, eyes wide in shock. “Are you two always this way.”
Charles blushed slightly, though not letting go of his lover. He figured if Logan was sent back to save them, he would know about Charles and Erik’s relationship – it’s not like they ever hid it. Even when they were in the city, Erik always had a hand on Charles it wasn’t overt, but it was enough. The few times they got confronted, the thugs learned quickly that they weren’t ‘some fags they could mess with’.
“YES!” Hank growled from the cockpit.
Erik smirked as he pulled Charles back into his lap, letting the smaller man curl up. He knew he was tired. They hadn’t slept well since Alex got shipped out. They hadn’t slept at all in the past few days since Logan showed up. When Charles gets too tired, his shields slip, most of the time he ventured into Erik’s mind, or Hank’s, but in large crowds it could be dangerous for Charles and others.
He ran a hand through his soft hair, soothing him, until he fell asleep.
Logan watched as Erik easily lifted the Professor, laid him out on the couch, then covered the him with a blanket. In a touching moment he ran a hand through his hair, and then kissed him on the forehead. This was not what he was expecting. He had a feeling that Erik had been close to the Professor by the way he snapped at his Generals, but this loving adoration on both sides was shocking.
The little time he spent with Erik, he didn’t come across as a loving anything. More as a dominating soldier … hell he would’ve paid good money to see someone like him take on the Sentinels.
It is obvious that losing Erik was the catalyst that made The Professor he knew. He had no idea what to do with the one that was just got tucked into bed.
Logan startled when Erik slid into the seat across from him. “I’m not in your future am I?’
“No.” He figured it was best to answer with the truth. “And before you ask Bub, I have no idea what happened. Just that before I went under, Mystique emphasized I had to convince you, because Chuck from now was useless.”
He snorted humorlessly. “She always underestimated him. The fact he’s still alive tells me that. Tell me more about these Sentinels.”
Last Day: McFassy Fortnight Q&A
Coming this September McFassy Fortnight!
Okay guys! We’ve got questions from 2 people. We can do better than this …
We’re still taking questions, hell we’ll likely take them up to the 30th, but you gotta send some in!
If you remember from 7 Characters in 7 Weeks we showcased David and hinted at Walter … if you know Prometheus or Alien Covenant you’ll know where those two come from (if you want to add questions for them feel free)
And since this is combined with McAvoy – don’t forget to ask questions for his characters also.
David Percival (as seen below)
PS – these are the ones we’ve already introduced … *evil cackle*
Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Six)
This is a short interlude piece …
Mystique let the Vietnamese General approach her. She had made sure that she was everything he was looking for. Sophisticated, blonde and beautiful. His eyes appreciated what he saw, and with a sassy smile, she spoke his native language … reeling him in.
He was her ticket into the meeting with Trask.
It was the closest she had come to him, after all these years.
If Erik hadn’t pulled her out of his office, this would’ve already been over.
Janus and Angel would be alive.
The autopsy pictures will forever be imbedded in her memory. The fact he had one of Angel’s wings on display, made her sick. He deserved to die! And she would make sure of it. She didn’t care what her brother preached about hope, there was no hope with men like Trask around.
She was doing what was right.
Right for her people.
She was doing what Magneto was supposed to be doing. The moment she saw him, she knew he was a man who would not hesitate. And he didn’t. He took those missiles and was ready to destroy the humans. At the time she still had been conflicted, not wanting to hurt innocent people.
But now … now she understood there were no innocents.
He lost his courage after getting shot and hid behind Charles … afraid of the humans.
She saw his expression with the guards at the lab. He froze, afraid of all the guns. He hadn’t even lifted his hand, just waited for Charles to save him. That was when she knew, the Brotherhood he created would never take it where it needed to go. Despite Emma being in ‘charge’ everyone knew it was Erik. He bowed down to her brother, and lost his ability to fight.
So she would.
She would bring war to the humans.
And it will start with killing Trask.
Sylum Inspiration: Master David
Camelot: Member
David doesn’t talk about his time before he was handed over to Lord Beringar. His family line is from Scotland, and that is about all he’ll say.
He was given to Hugh in a card game when he was 15 years old. Hugh took him under his protection, and with help from Cadfael explained that he wasn’t needed to warm his bed.
After Cadfael ‘died’, and the three returned to Camelot, David began to flourish under the tutleage of the Clan. He soon became friends with Harold who taught him about the pleasure of sex, instead of the power play he had been under.
It was through his friendship with Harold and John, he decided to use his knowledge to help others. But to do this, he needed to be Turned so he went to the only man he ever saw as a father.
Sylum Information: Why a Brothel Network?
This month we’re showcasing the new Madams and Masters throughout the Clans.
So why do we now have a network of Brothels?
Because Lady Heather can’t do it all *grins*.
Over the centuries there would be others who would specialize in sexuality. They would deal with all aspects, and have safe places for not just Vampires but also Humans. Each would come from a different background and perspective.
A few examples:
Lady Rogue found herself working in a Saloon, and then worked her way to Madam. She knows how to make those who come to her, feel special. Today she is in Los Angeles, and specializes in Fantasy.
Miss Scarlet runs the brothel in Washington DC. She knows how to play politics. Has been doing it for over a hundred years.
Both give the same ‘service’ but very different approaches.
Master David runs a place in England, specializing in helping those find their way. Those looking for a bit of fun, yet discreetly.
And the Marquis – well you’ll learn more about him later.
Sylum Advent 2018: Sign ups
Wait is it that time already?
Ish…
But then it’s never to early to start planning Advent!!
As we’re gearing up for McFassy Fortnight, and then the opening of the New Archive – we figured it best to do sign ups for Advent now.
This is me looking at all y’alls and reminding everyone that we have a Sylum Wiki Blog that holds over 1000 Characters. There is plenty of characters to write stories, build fanmixs, work up Aesthetics, create fanvids or design artwork.
There’s a lot going on so the normal Sylum Writers could use a few extra hands.
What is Sylum Advent?
Sylum Advent s is our Annual Winter Event. It will start on December 1st and go through to New Years Day, January 1st. It usually focused on Sylum Stories, but we also accept Sylum Art, fanmix, aesthetics, and videos.
What do you need to do to participate?
You will need to sign up and state what your interested in doing.
REMINDER: All Sylum Stories will need to be approved by Bj Jones – It’s not difficult to work with me for storyline. I’ll be honest it’s best if you focus on stories that aren’t attached to main characters being used in Arcs or stories by other authors. If you’re interested in doing a Sylum Story contact Bj (sylumclan@yahoo.com).
Take out characters being used in major story – there are over 800 characters to choose from!!
How do I sign up?
Reply to this Post.
Just click reply and let us know what your interested in doing, don’t forget to give us your contact info so we can get a hold of you.
Sign Ups close August 31st. If we do not get your request, by then it will not be included.
Is there a deadline of when the Fic/Art needs to be Finished?
Yes!
– Check-in will be on October 1st, 15th & November 1st.
– All Fic/Art will need to finished and emailed to (sylumclan@yahoo.com) by November 25th. No exceptions. I understand life happens, if you realize that you won’t be able to make the deadline or get the story/art done, please let me know ASAP so I can adjust posting schedule.
I have questions?
– Drop a reply to this post with a *FLAIL* *HELP* with contact info and we’ll get back to you.
– Email: sylumclan@yahoo.com
Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Five)
Erik sat across from the blonde beauty, drinking his coffee. The amount of people who walked by and smiled at the couple had him rolling his eyes. If he had sat at the same cafe with Charles, they would either ignore them or a few would give them a side glance … wondering.
The cafe was one of their favorite meeting places, small and away from normal New York traffic, but not so small that they were ‘regulars’ and noticeable. As far as anyone was concerned they were just a cute couple have lunch, of course it helped that Emma made sure those around them really didn’t pay attention. They saw a man and woman, but wouldn’t be able to ID them or tell anyone what they looked like.
He could tell Emma was pissed, by the the tapping of the perfectly manicured nail on the coffee cup. “She’s out of control.” Emma set her cup down, with more force than needed. “I know Azazel is helping her, which I get, but it’s annoying.”
“Well it’s worse than you think.” He took a sip of his coffee and set it down a bit more gently. “She’s going after Trask.”
“What do you think she’s been doing for the past two years, sugar?” Her eyes narrowed slightly, her one tell that she was trying to get more information than Erik was willing to give.
“You had a difficult time before I spent ten years with Charles, you think you’re getting in now?” He smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “We have information that she will be in Paris, aiming to actually kill him, and if she succeeds it’s the death of all of us.”
“You think Trask will retaliate?” She hesitated, Erik was known for his over exaggerations.
“Lets just say if we don’t stop her, I’ll get to crow about how right I was about humans, the problem is I’ll likely be dead.”
Emma leaned forward, now concerned. He was right, she couldn’t read his mind, but she had known him now for ten years, and she could tell something was upsetting him. “Erik, what is going on? I’ve known you a long time now, honey. I know your rants, speeches, and if only I hadn’t fallen for a pacifist whines. This is different. You actually look and feel worried, but not quite.”
He stood, buttoned his suit coat, grabbed his fedora and put it on, before holding out his hand. “Walk with me.”
With a nod, she grabbed her bag, taking his arm after he tossed some money onto the table. They strolled through the nearby park looking like the perfect normal happy couple. “I want to ask something of you.”
“Anything, within my reason.”
He chuckled, the two had built an interesting relationship over the past decade. He admired Emma, she handled the Brotherhood with a dignity and strength. Basically, she had every member by the balls and they knew it.
“If something happens to me, make sure Charles is taken care of.”
She yanked on his arm making him turn towards her. “Erik what are you planning?”
“I’m planning on stopping Mystique…”
“By sacrificing yourself?”
“Fuck no.” He gave her a filthy glare. “I’ll kill her before I let her crusade ruin Charles… ” he sighed, “there are days I wonder how this became my life.”
“Sex, sugar. Plenty of it.”
He gave her a rare smile, the one only family saw. “All I’m doing is making sure my partner is taken care of. I know you all have plans to deal with me, if something happens to him. I’m pretty sure it ranges from putting me out of my misery to letting me conquer the earth and let the humans know how bad of an idea it was to hurt him.”
“Depends on the day.”
He snorted, at the comment. “I don’t think Charles is going to handle losing me well.” He needed to talk to Logan without Charles, to find out more of what the future held.
“You act as if it’s inevitable.” Her tone indicated she didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“Emma, I’ve had a rough life. And as we saw a couple years ago, that gunshot will be the death of me. Maybe if we had a houseful of kids for him to teach, he would be fine.” Erik paused, taking a seat on the bench. “I’m worried.”
She sat down next to him, taking his rough hand in her delicate ones. “You two will have a long life together, and if I have to kill Mystique myself to make sure of it I will.”
The two sat back, Emma taking his arm and leaning close to him. “I have some good and bad news. The good news Alex is recovering, as is the Mutants that came with him. There are a few who are interested in the Brotherhood. Considering they are trained soldiers, this could be good. Alex is going to rest a bit before I send him home.”
“And the bad?”
“It’s news that will likely send Mystique over the edge, to finally killing Trask.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “And if you say things will get worse if she does, then you need to be prepared.”
There was only one reason Mystique would go off that bad. “Who did we lose?”
“Janus and Angel.” She sat back up, trying to not show the tears in her eyes. They were part of the original team. The ones who were there for that moment … the moment that changed everything. They told her many times, that if the beach had gone down differently, who knew what would’ve happened … and not necessarily for good. Janus admitted a few years after the Brotherhood been formed, that Mutant Kind was better off that Erik was with Charles, than the two seperated. And now to lose them … it was a blow personally and to the brotherhood. “We got confirmation a few days ago.”
“Fuck.” He stood, paced a few steps, then turned back to Emma, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Erik.” She ran a hand over her cheeks, then stood and gave him a determined look. “We have the same plans for Charles as we do you. Either let him take over the world, or put him out of his misery. Because honey, this world can’t survive without the two of you in it.”
“Be careful.”
“I always am, Sugar. So how are you getting to France?”
Erik gave her a wink, with a saucy grin. “Advantage of having a rich boyfriend. We’re going by private jet.”
Throwback Thursday: Race Against Time by Bj Jones
As we’re leading up to McFassy Fortnight – we’ll be showcasing for this month’s Throwback Thursday: 7 Characters in 7 Days Series
Link to Fic
Random Post: Formula E
A few years ago I posted the story My Best Enemy that had the idea of building a Formula One Car with an electric engine.
Recently I was told about Porsche building an electric engine for Formula One … later I discovered Formula E.
I was amazed at finding out how far the manufactures had come in building electrical engines that go up to 140 mph.
So it would seem fiction is meeting reality.
Of course we’ll be incorporating this new developments back around into Sylum.
More Information: Formula E Website and Formula E Wikipedia
Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Four)
***
Erik followed Charles up to their rooms. He could tell his lover, was upset over everything Logan had told them. Part of him wasn’t surprised, that the humans used Mutants own DNA against them, irony that it was Mystique’s wasn’t lost on him.
And typical humans, they didn’t know how to put the genie back into the bottle once they created their Sentinels. It was one thing to kill the freaks, lock them up in concentrations camps, treat them like animals, but to have the Sentinels turn against humans, who could have mutants … well fate had a lovely sense of irony.
He paused outside their rooms, noticing instantly Kurt was in the corner watching them intently. He knelt down, letting the young mutant run into his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Big man is scary.”
“True.” Logan was formidable, and had it was obvious he had been through hell, but really wanted to do what was right. Why else would someone volunteer to time travel back to convince a naive Charles that he had to go to war. “But he is a good guy, besides you can just poof away.”
He smiled with all his teeth. “I can go farther now, and take someone with me. Peter and I zapped to …”
Kurt’s eyes went wide as he shut his mouth.
“We’ll deal with that particular incident later, right now go find Peter and stay close to Hank.” Erik kissed him the top of his head, smiling when he poofed out of the hallway.
“They grow up so fast.” Charles leaned against the door jam smiling softly at the moment. “I can’t imagine putting him into battle.”
“He would go.” Erik stood, reaching out to Charles.
“We can’t send children into war, Erik!” He shook his head, the longer locks getting into his face.
“Yet we have.” He argued, arms sweeping back towards the empty house. A house that should have more kids in it, but the war had scattered them to the wind. “Alex is out there fighting, in a human’s war. How many kids came home in boxes Charles? Not just our mutant brothers and sisters, but humans? I was twelve in the camps, Dr. Gregory was barely an adult when he landed on the beaches. War is started by adults and fought by our children.”
Charles looked at him, always amazed at the passion that still burned through his veins. “How could we let this happen?”
“I would like to point out, I actually didn’t start it.” The glare yet smirk was what he had been aiming for.
Charles reached out, hand resting just above the scar on Erik’s chest. “It scares me.”
“Liebling.” He reached out pulling him close, kissing him softly before tucking him under his chin. “I’m still here.”
“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Charles held him tightly, not wanting to let go. The very idea that they would see a war of this magnitude, shattered his undying hope that the world would be a better place. That humans and mutants would find some form of peace, even if it was just to leave each other alone.
“Well you don’t have to.” He kissed the top of his head, running a soothing hand down his back. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Charles leaned back, then pulled Erik into a heated kiss. “Don’t leave me.”
He gave him another passionate kiss, before stepping back as much as he wanted to push Charles onto the bed, and remind him how very much alive he was, they had priorities. “Let’s fix Mystiques fuck up, deal with Trask, and save the world.”
***
“Hi.”
Logan startled at the soft voice next to him. He looked down to see a Mutant child staring at him intently. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw a kid, let alone one not being trained for battle.
“Who are you?” He couldn’t help the small smile. To see such innocence, something he thought had been destroyed.
“Kurt.” He gave a toothy smile in return. “Are you friends with my Vater?”
“Vater?” Logan had no idea what that meant.
“It’s German for father.” Peter leaned against the door, taking in the burly man. The one who upset Uncle Charles, and pissed off dad. But then, it didn’t take much to piss dad off, usually someone just had to upset Uncle Charles. “Erik, the angry one.”
“He’s your father?” He looked down at the young child, not seeing the connection.
“Yes and no.” Quicksilver stepped away from the door, getting closer to his brother. He wasn’t quite sure if he trusted the guy yet. “Erik’s my father, but he’s raising Kurt here along with Charles, so in theory … yes he’s Vater. Though Charles is Uncle Charles, as Kurt’s mother is actually Charles’ sister.”
“Erik slept with Charles’ sister?”
“She wished.” Peter shrugged, not really wanting to get to far into the family drama. “She stole Erik’s ‘I’m pissed at the world mojo’ and began a crusade against everything. A kid didn’t quite fit into the lifestyle.”
“And since this is a school, she dropped him off.” He was kinda following along, but the kid talked so fast he was having a hard time keeping up.
“It was Kurt’s actual dad, he knew the little one here would be safe here.” He waved his hand around Kurt, as the tail wiggled behind him. “He doesn’t fit in with most daycares.”
“What is he?”
“A Mutant.”
Logan took a deep breath, and pinched his nose trying not to get pissed. He wasn’t used to dealing with teenagers. Bobby and Kitty never acted like teenagers, they had already seen too much war. And Rogue … he didn’t want to think about her.
“He’s a teleporter.” Hank’s voice broke through his frustration. “His father is also a Teleporter, his mother a shapeshifter. Peter, here has the ability for super speed.”
“And Erik?” Logan glanced over to Beast, not sure how this small dweeb became one of the most fiercest of generals.
“Shouldn’t you know that?” Hank asked frowning. “As they sent you back here, to save the world and everything.”
He hesitated not sure if he should mention, that he actually had no idea who the hell Erik was, nor did he recognize the kids. Logan glanced at the young boy, who looked to be barely seven. “Hey kid, let me give you one good piece of advice.”
Peter moved closer to his brother.
“What is it?” He asked filled with the curiosity of a child
“Don’t stay and fight. Teleport the hell away from all this shit.” Logan squatted down, focusing on the youngin’. “You’re too young to see any the horrors this world as to offer.”
Kurt stepped forward, his three clawed hand resting on Logan’s cheek. “Peace be with you, Mr. Logan.” He smiled then started to leave, before turning back. “I pray for peace, but I will fight at my Vater’s side.”
“As do I.” Peter gave him a look. “So want to tell us why you don’t recognize us? I might not be to rememberable, but my little bro is very noticable.”
Logan stood ignoring the obvious question, by asking another. “Who’s his mother?”
“Mystique.” Hank watched as Logan stalked out of the room.