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[adoxography]

Happy commercialized holiday where we celebrate sweet poems, hitting on someone else's wife and getting your head chopped of!

Can't you feel the love?


1) Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line
2) Reply to other people, don't be a stingy ass, it's a holiday for giving!
3)?????
4) Profit

 

Some ideas for you indecisive types to RNG;

1) Chocolates: You couldn't think of anything more awesome, so you went out and bought your lover some candy. Hopefully they like chocolate. You made sure to check before hand, right? Hope so. 

2) Poetry: Some say there's nothing more romantic than a sweet little poem expressing all those feelings! Unless you're shit at writing in which case you might want to stick to...

3) Greeting Card: You are the lowest of the low. You ran to Walgreens ten minutes before you showed up at your lovers house and picked out the first card that looked good. Or maybe you just suck at Valentines day? Either way, hope you brought something good with it. 

4) Sex: You're either cheap or good in bed, but you've decided for valentines day you're going to give your significant other the gift of you. 

5) Wild Card: Make something up. 
 

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Erik Lehnsherr | XMFC

[swagneto]

1 → (Sorry~?)

[butwedonot]

[ They had been working on Erik's disdain for chocolate for some time, while a little progress had been made in the cafe it was still readily apparent that Erik was inclined to avoid it as best he could. It was, in Charles opinion, such a silly thing to be afraid of. It would be different if the chocolate itself just didn't appeal to Erik, but they both knew his adversities lied so much deeper than that. There was no way they could change what happened, and Charles wasn't so cruel as to tamper with Erik's memories in anyway-- and so he had decided over time to replace those painful thoughts with something kinder, gentler. Replace the tense and achy feeling with that of affection and kindness. Together they could make new, better memories for Erik; at least that was his goal.

He awoke early, allowing himself time enough to disentangle himself from Erik and prep for what could be a long-- but hopefully fantastic-- morning. Crawling back into the bed he pulls himself across the top of the sheets, over his lover and settles his weight down on his hips. Leaning in there's the smallest brush of his lips as he tries to ease him into the land of the waking. ] Erik--- It's time to wake up.

No, never! c:

[swagneto]

[ Erik had been explicit in stating that it wasn't fear that made him uncomfortable with the dessert, but that it was simply the memories that came back, the fact that Shaw had been specific in associating the taste with his mother. It was that relationship that made him hesitant, knowing how close Charles had become to him, almost to the point where the love he had for his mother could easily substitute for the near unconditional loyalty and affection he had come to associate with his lover. They could fight about it all they wanted, but Erik was resolute in his stance, and they'd temporarily take relief from each other.

He's a light sleeper, always has been, much like his refusal to adapt to a taste, but since Erik began to slowly shift his belongings over to Charles' bedroom, his behavior in sleeping began to change as well. The slightest movements never awoke him, and he could easily stay in bed for minutes, hours longer. Erik only began to stir once Charles' settled back on him, shifting slightly, one hand drawn over his eyes to block out the morning sun. Lips curling instinctively into a smile at the touch of Charles' lips to his own, he's still partially asleep, but the movements have him reacting. ]

It's too early for you.

:'| I'm not sorry.

[singswithstars]

[ Valentine's Day is possibly the time those with weak stomachs may wish to avoid Drusilla the most, as her usual penchant for maiming tends to increase tenfold while seeking appropriate 'gifts' for loved ones. And those aforementioned would be at great risk of either receiving such a gift, or becoming one. Luckily enough for Erik (or perhaps for Dru), he's more on the side of those to be receiving gifts than those being turned into them. She trounces straight into the apartment Erik and Charles share, having been given the invite a while ago due to Charles misplaced kindness for her. Behind her, a trail of thick, crimson liquid (still warm) dripped across the hall for tenants to notice later and rationalize excuses for what it must be besides blood. Perhaps one of their little children would find it, even - a thought that brought a curl to her lips. She does have such a fondness for those little ones Charles hoards.

Heeled shoes making a soft drumming, muffled by the carpet, she marches herself into Erik's study, and upon entering comes as quietly as her vampiric abilities will allow her, sneaking behind the German at his desk to drape her arms around his shoulders. Chin dropping to rest on one shoulder, pale hands, now painted a shocking red with what Erik would know to be blood (having seen so much of it himself, one of the things she liked about his head), drop what appears to be a human heart on the edge of his desk, making a soft, sickening splat. ]

He was a very naughty man. Sith. [ The last word hissed like a snake, just for the funsies. She makes sure to confirm this, as the gift would be no good if Erik didn't believe the victim in some way deserved it. ]

Why would you be?

[swagneto]

[ He's not entirely sure why or how Dru managed to successfully integrate herself within their life, but Erik can't really bring himself to care at this point. Dru is simply just there, capable of talking to Charles in what can only be described as sheer confusion - at least on Erik's part (he doesn't quite understand telepaths as well as he'd like) - and somehow after that first interaction, he gets along strangely well with her. Maybe it's the combined interest in killing men who deserves it, or the simple interest in death and mayhem, their little secret Charles would never find out.

Drumming his fingers against the metal table, Erik leans back just as Dru drops the organ against the table, held against the chair as the vampire takes over his personal space. He can't move to inspect it, but Erik doesn't need to; it's painfully obvious that for the holiday in question, it's a heart that litters his desk, droplets of blood seeping into his fine shirt, over his slacks, and spreading across the discarded papers that were once Charles'. ]

You did well, Drusilla. [ Erik says simply, looking up to catch her eyes, a brilliant smirk spreading across his features. It's dangerous enough playing this game with her, when she can easily demolish him to pieces, but the heart is a gift and the least he can do is appreciate it, reaching up for her hand. ] I'm certain he deserved the death. [ Part of him is curious as to how she managed, the other part of him believes that a magician -- or in this case a murderer -- never reveals their tricks. ]

Erik Lehnsherr [AU]

[beyondcommand]

3 → /pretends history

[draftedpacifist]

[ The town of Luxembourg had taken a very anti-confrontational stance. While it was obvious they cared little for the Nazi occupation drifting toward the town, they did not seem too inclined toward the British and American soldiers balanced on the opposing border. For the most part the town had erected a wall in attempt to keep any sort of occupation out-- be it Axis or Allies. This was, of course, irritating if not understandable to the Allied troops. Charles could imagine he wouldn't want any sort of soldier coming and taking up the rooms in his home to fight a war that could ruin what he's got-- but int he same respect food and warm beds are scarce and he's hardly a soldier.

At least that's the reasoning he gives when he slips into the city-- he's got a bit of cash-- though he's not sure how inclined they'll be toward British currency-- he figures it can't hurt to try. He might look out of place in his uniform, but charming smile and a wave-- acting as if he belonged seemed to do the trick. Not to mention in his many walks around the boarder he had managed to make friends with many of the shop-keeps of the town, their own keeping watch. Back home he wondered idly how his sister was, their usual Valentines day tradition interrupted by the cloying grasp of war. He was curious to see if he could try and send her a card through the post-- it would be late, but that was better than nothing, he supposed. A glance cast to the opposing boarder as he neared it-- not enough to be seen, he wasn't an idiot, wondering at the mass of troops he knew where settled on the other side. A twist in his gut was all he needed to tell him to duck inside the nearest shop-- that was somewhere he needn't go. ]

/bullshits all the history

[beyondcommand]

[ It's in the nearest shop that one certain Erik Lehnsherr is loitering, poring through the bookcases idly in search of a distraction to bring with him when they ship out to Dunkirk. He's not a deliberate reader, doesn't much prefer it when it comes to shipping out in the face of British soldiers. War was a better distraction as far as he was concerned, a way to put his restless mind to the test.

Occupation didn't particularly faze him either, but it was a moment of rest when his superior officers were busy deliberating over the known threat the British soldiers had at the next town over; a momentary lull in battle. So when Charles come crashing right into him, Erik merely takes a step back, catching the man where he stumbled. He doesn't notice the insignia on the armor, when the shelf he was poring through comes tumbling down over the pair of them and the shopkeeper is already moving from his perch at the back of the store with the intention of lecturing them.

Erik will pay the man no mind, brushing him away with a quick series of words in French, phrases he's picked up in the months he's been stuck there. Turning his attention to the man currently in his arms, he continues in French -- ] Watching where you're running!

Astinos | 300

[fuckyeahastinos]

Caz Miller | Murphy's Law

[gumchewing]

[imtheman]

Has anyone ever told you that you talk too fucking much? [ Wesley hisses out as he presses closer, his teeth scraping along Caz's neck as he presses closer. The man was irritating beyond belief, that much was clear within the first one or two meetings-- he simply had to tolerate him to get the information he needed and move on. Getting close as a practiced hit wasn't as easy as he'd like-- of course he wasn't exactly worried about being killed or wounded so much as he was irritated at the idea of not completing his job; damaging his reputation and loosing him the first big cash offering he's had since coming to this side of the pond. ]

Just shut the fuck up and take your belt off, yeah?

[gumchewing]

No they haven't. [ But they did, they always did. Except Caz is a smart ass who doesn't give any leeway to anyone, least of all Wesley. In a manner of speaking that is, because there are always exceptions that he'd never mention, distractions he gets because his boss keeps him tightly reigned. Wesley isn't someone he trusts, except a man who sought a business contractor -- an eye for an eye sort of deal, Caz doesn't know, can't really bring himself to care cause his boss didn't give him any information beyond some 'keep him alive' bullshit.

Which apparently has Caz pinned up against the wall, tilting his neck back. This is stupid, he thinks, that someone as pathetic as Wesley is kicking his ass, telling him to take his clothes off and he'd fight back, but his fucking boss. ] Tell me to shut up again. [ He'll argue and fight for the sake of it, but even as he speaks, his belt's coming undone, jeans sliding off trim hips along with his boxers, before reaching for Wesley's. Caz will strip if he has to, but the other man better follow suit. ]

Alex Summers | XMFC

[doomhoops]

5 → BAZUH

[imtheman]

[ It's not unusual for Wesley to drag Alex out for breakfast or something else were he so inclined to show of his proficiency for cooking eggs. Today, however, he had actually planned ahead. Crawling out of bed early he'd gone about the usual task of rolling up the Purrito and dragging him to the edge of the bed. This time, however, he isn't deposited in the kitchen chair that had basically been deigned his since they'd come to some sort of regular thing. Instead the window to his apartment is cracked open and Wesley's hefting him out into the chill of night, not bothering to wake him up yet if Alex hasn't already left slumberland from the movement alone. Up the fire escape two stories till he's gotten them both onto the roof. Lowering the burrito of blankets down onto something soft he plops down beside him, casting a squinty glance to the stars before back to Alex. He doesn't say 'Happy Valentines Day' because he's really not that kind of a guy anymore; but he doubts Alex cares either way. He has a thermos, hot chocolate and food--, that's what's important right? ]

G'morning.

Charles Xavier | X-Men First Class

[butwedonot]

1~

[doomhoops]

[ Alex hates this holiday. He decided that last week when he had started the debate of 'do I get Charles something if our relationship is made up of quick shags in the hallway and linen closets while everyone else is busy in other parts of the house'. Charles is a professor - well educated, an expert in his field, called on by the government, why the hell would he want some random teenage kid getting him chocolates and sweet crap? But chocolates were standard, right? Safe? That's how this shit usually goes?

So, to bypass the whole 'some kid is giving this incredibly mature, awesome man kiddy-sweets' issue, he decides to drop them off anonymously. Slips into Charles' study while he thinks he's out and drops them on his desk - the nice rum flavored Russian kind of chocolates, since we all know Charles secretly loves his high grade booze. Alex would feel better that he'd gotten him something and not have the awkward fallout of 'so I got my older man fuckbuddy chocolates like I'm some kind of blushing high schooler.' Win-Win.

Secret gift delivered, all he has left to do is make it out of the room and go find a place to sit and look uncaring about the holiday. Should be easy, right? Maybe. ]

4

[swagneto]

[ Erik's never been one for holidays; he's brushed aside Christmas with only minimal tolerance because of Charles, disregarded New Years because it's 'just a date', found it meaningless to care for the handful of others Charles insisted on acknowledging because they meant nothing. With Valentine's Day approaching, another day Erik felt inclined to ignore, it's not hard to miss the telepath's noticeable sign of dejection in the afternoons they're together for, or even the listless games of chess between them. Good night kisses mean nothing and though he and Charles sleep in the same bed now, there's that distinct feeling of hollowness between them.

The morning of this particular holiday rolls around, and the change of heart Erik has is only evident because of the way Charles curls around him when they sleep. Legs tangled together, Charles' arm around his waist, his fair cascading across his face and over lidded eyes in sleep. Brushing his lips against the other man's cheek, he shifts carefully, edging Charles against the bed. His particular interest in the holiday hasn't increased any, but sex is nevertheless still too good to pass up, and the least Erik can do is at least show him that he still loves the man. ]

Good morning, Charles.

Drusilla | BtVS - Because I want to be a hideous creeper

[singswithstars]

Stelios | 300

[fightsintheshade]

Wesley Gibson ✗ Wanted (Film)

[imtheman]

4... Because it's Fox?

[whyareyouhere]

[They'd been dancing around this long enough, but that didn't mean she had to actually choose to coincide it with the ridiculous holiday that seemed to send people into a candy, rose-covered frenzy. But given who Wesley had been, she was fairly certain that no matter how much he may have changed there would always be a romantic tucked deep down inside.

Only she wasn't the chocolates, poetry, or cards sort. She was the type to strip down to nothing but her tattoos and a wicked smile so that she was standing there in the middle of his apartment waiting for him.]

Alex Summers | XMFC | Used book stealing AU

[idkmybffplasma]

2 →

[abrokenking]

[ Charles does understand the concept of gift giving and the romantic implications of the holiday-- though he's hardly a romantic person himself. Awkward, stilted, and often more content to huddle up with Blueberry than experience any of the things a true relationship had to offer he is doubtful about expressing any sort of connection on this holiday. However, he also understands it would be rude not to-- or so that's what the drifting thoughts of another tell him when he had settled on the lawn to watch the sky twist in the distance. It was then he went through he many books in the study, finding a old but well cared for book of poetry to take with him on his small trip into town. Finding that familiar camper near the river he edged up toward it, peering in the window for a moment but unable to stand tall enough on his toes he drops the book near the door, knocks on the door an quickly back peddles several steps to wait. ]

Fox | Wanted (Film)

[whyareyouhere]

1 →

[butwedonot]

[ She was his Brother's... person. And she was in the house thus she was privy to the same things as the other members of the small household. Which meant, at some point during his rounds through the house gifting each with little things he does stop by the guest room that she was currently "occupying" though he's got the distinctive feeling she's not exactly staying there. Not that he's one to judge-- or care, really, they're all adults and if anything it's a bit humorous to him. Though, he realizes in this moment he doesn't actually know much about her in the first place. So when he knocks on the door he does his best to be polite-- and less nosy than the usual. ]

Hrm. Miss-- Fox? Are you in here?