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Let me just share with you how this story is going:

Sabine: ::type type type::
Charles and Erik: EMOOOOTIONS, WE HAVE EMOOOOTIONS, SO MANY EMOOOOTIONS
Sabine: Noooo, you can have emotions later, take your clothes off.
Charles and Erik: EMOTIONS NOW, CLOTHES OFF LATER
Sabine: DAMMIT YOU ARE FICTIONAL, YOU DO NOT GET A SAY

Sabine used Write Or Die! It's super effective!

Sabine: ::check check check, edit edit edit, type type type::
Charles and Erik: HEY GUESS WHAT WE HAVE
Sabine: NOOOOOOOOO NEVER AGAIN THE EMOTIONAL TIMES
Charles and Erik: YES EMOTION TIMES
Sabine: GODDAMMIT I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND AND GO BACK TO WRITING ABOUT SHEPPARD
Sheppard: ::hiding in another room, because someone said something about emotions:: No, please, I only just found my pants. :(
Sabine: I hate everyone.

And yea, verily, this is the story of every Charles/Erik fic. BUT BY GOD THIS ONE WILL BE FINISHED TONIGHT.

Thank you, and good night.

Fic: spinning in his grip

Title: spinning in his grip
Summary: Erik just has to know.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 4388
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, D/s, face slapping, all kinds of mind control, very mild humiliation
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: For the lovely mrkinch, who won me in the auction benefiting the just as lovely anatsuno. Hurrah! Two things: 1) this story has an awful lot of words to be pretty much just emotions and fucking; 2) the number of Write or Die sessions it took to get through this is astounding. But THEY WOULD NOT STOP EMOTING. ARGH.

( spinning in his grip )

Etc.

1. Dear most depressing Charles/Erik story that ever was depressing,

Your presence is not welcome here. You are at least six thousand words long but, I suspect, closer to ten. There is something very wrong with the fact that you are associated with a terrifically sad Everclear song, which is just indicative of how much I really do not need to write you.

You are long and you are sad and I do not know how you end but I know it will be tragic.

Kindly GTFO my brain at once; if you cannot, we do request that you STFU at your earliest convenience.

No love,
Sabine

ETA: PS: NOOO STORY HOW CAN YOU HAVE A FULL SOUNDTRACK ALREADY, STOP THIS AT ONCE

2. Dear gyakusai_swap story,

Where are you? :( I love you, please come to me. Do you even know how sad I will be if I do not post you before your opposite number is posted?

I love you. Let me love you.

Please, please, please,
Sabine

3. Dear everyone,

You will be receiving New Year's cards from me; think about how much more sweet waiting will make them.

Belatedly yours,
S

4. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS, OH MY GOD

As I was typing this entry, a package came unto me (and I had to have that awkward, "Hey, [real name], are you expecting a package for someone, last name Gordon?" conversation with the security guard), and lo, it was my Secret Pals present! It is the most awesome and epic; all others may go home and try it again, for nothing could be better.

This is how it makes me feel: ASOIFHPSOIFJPAIEKJFASEJAJ'ASF;

Yes. Joyous pictures to follow.