#riwriting

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, Mon Mothma, Davits Draven, Cassian Andor, Original Characters Additional Tags: Jyn Erso-centric, Jyn Week 2017, Mission Fic, Fight Scenes, Flawed characters, Learning to Person, Jyn has abandonment and trust issues, recruiting allies, POV Jyn Erso, Jyn does crime, one explosion, the romance is not the main part of this fic, it doesn't show up until the end, Jyn Bodhi and Mon have an adventure, many things go wrong Summary:

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Charles couldn’t breathe.

He sat frozen at his desk, old newspaper clippings pulled up on his laptop screen. His fiance’s face was looking back at him from an old photo. It was a mugshot, but it wasn’t Erik’s name on the caption.

Charles chewed at his nails as he scrolled. He could barely read the German paper, but he could see the photos. He only needed some crime scene photos and context clues to know that Erik was responsible.

No. Max. Eisenhardt.

Full AO3 Fic

The Warrior and the Traveler (or, a sword and sorcery au that I really want to continue)

Charles ignores the whispers in the air and the weight of shadow upon his shoulders and presses on. He does not take his eyes off of Erik in front of him, nor does he fail to notice the way Erik's hands are tensed over the hilt of the broadsword at his hip, ready to fight should the curses of the mountain descend upon them.

The Little Things

Charles buys Raven a Christmas gift every year, on instinct, but he never knows where to send it to.

Shatter, Burn (or, Charles takes on The Phoenix's powers )

There is a pulsing, burning force in his head, held back by years of repression and denial, of constructed barriers and walls that push back a power that isn't quite his. Heat batters his skin and the taste of ashes in his mouth lays heavy on his tongue, but it's all just as distant to him as the bird rising high in the air, its body made of fire and smoke.

You can do anything, the fire says, sharp in his mind. You could be a god.

Ficlets on Tumblr 

a vampire au (Currently working on more!)

a The Fall au

a post apocalypse au

a motorcycle gang au!!!!!  (Currently working on more!)

Demon hunter husbands

Death personified (is my favorite trope)

Erik brings Charles to meet his coworkers

One where Erik has cancer and Charles is his doctor

Babysitting au

Thanks Ike <33

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Charles always thought he would be the one to ask the important questions. He was the first to ask Erik out, even going as far as being the first to update their status on social media when they started dating officially. Charles was also the first to say “I love you.”

Of course, there’s a big jump between “I love you” and “Move in with me” and this is probably why it took months for Charles to decide he was finally ready to say something. It was routine by now that Erik stayed over every night. Charles dedicated a space in his dresser for Erik even without asking, and eventually Erik’s clothes began to fill it one by one. His toothbrush held permanent seat next to Charles’ and they even had their morning routine down so perfectly that he felt off anytime Erik wasn’t there with him in the morning. Erik mentioned his lease was almost up the week prior, and even though they hadn’t actually talked about it, the timing would be a great excuse. They knew each other so well. So why couldn’t Charles just say it? No matter how long they were together or how much they had been through, there was always that small part of him that was terrified that he would scare Erik away.

It turns out, Charles wouldn’t get the chance to ask at all.

It happened on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday between getting dressed and making coffee. Erik’s tie hung loosely around his shoulders as he poured his coffee and Charles sat at the table, reading his paper. Erik offered Charles the coffee pot with a small smile. Charles took it without really looking, still not woken up enough to think about what he was doing. It slipped out of his hands. He watched it hit the floor and shatter, coffee spilling all over the floor.

“Oh,” Charles said. He sighed, because of course his morning would start out like this, and began to roll up his sleeves and stand, reaching for the roll of paper towels off of the counter. He would have to get a new coffee maker. He must have been projecting, his sleep addled brain not bothering to set his normal boundaries.

“We can use mine,” Erik said, his hand wrapping lightly around Charles’ wrist. His voice was soft, the night having eased away the tension that normally constricted him. “I don’t need it at my place anymore if I’m living here.”

Charles looked up at him, eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open just a little. “Living here?” he repeated.

“I said, didn’t I? My lease is ending. I thought the whole point of the dresser space was for me to start moving my stuff in. I’ve been thinking about it for the last month”

“Oh, Erik. Why do you always assume I know what you’re thinking?” He placed his hands on Erik’s face. “It’s not like you want me reading your thoughts on purpose. You didn’t even let me ask you to move in.”

“You didn’t have to. I knew.”

Charles bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back his sappy smile. Erik kissed him, laughing a little, before pulling away. “I’ll clean it up,” Erik said, “Have my coffee. I can get more before work.”

"I am not buying a van"

Charles shakes his head, looking over the vehicle, "You're so narrow minded. This is a great van and we can fit all the children in it."

"I reminds me of a pedo van. It's /white/. And how are we supposed to drive around in this thing with any kind of ego? Because I sure won't."

Charles laughs and slides his fingers along the hood "If you had your way it would be a sports car."

"It would"

"And we'd have no where to stick the kids."

Erik crosses his arms "put them in the trunk."

Charles resounding glare is enough to make Erik look away.

"This is barbaric," Charles complained loudly over the sound of inhuman screeching, "You know how to use magic to incapacitate them. Why can’t you ever do it?”

"This is more fun. There’s also a challenge." Erik broke cover to quickly fire a few shots at a decidedly ugly looking demon that was currently breathing fire in the wrong direction. He ducked down again, kneeling beside his husband.

Charles scoffed and rolled his eyes, “There’s plenty of challenge in casting.”

"Really?" Erik’s eyebrow rose, "it doesn’t take seconds of your time to finish the fight easily?"

Charles huffed and said, “No,” defensively, “There’s work involved. I just happen to be very fast at it.”

Fire shot out overhead. The demon howled, confused at where its prey had gone. This one was not particularly bright.

"I’m just trying to make this last. They’re too afraid to come up to the surface anymore, like we’ve scared them all away."

"I think that’s the point, Dear."

"It’s getting boring with nothing to do"

It was Charles’ turn to raise his eyebrows, “Nothing to do? A shame, just rolling around in bed with me all day, isn’t it?”

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" Charles asked sweetly.

There was a rumbling sound as the demon began to amble away in another direction.

"Oh goodness," Charles said, "I suppose we should kill it now."

Erik sighed, “If it’s going to head toward the city, might as well.”

"Shall I?"

Erik motioned him ahead, “All yours.” And before Erik could even finish his sentence, light flared up in a circle on the ground below Charles and shot off toward the demon. When the light from the magic blast faded from his vision, there was only a pile of smoldering ashes left.

Erik counted it in at just under 30 seconds

"Not a word," Charles said, glaring.