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Round 3 Overflow Post

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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R3, Everyday Love in Stockholm - Human!Charles all cooped up

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.

His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.


Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3989710#t3989710 (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3989710#t3989710)


Everyday Love in Stockholm will continue from this post once Round Three fills up. Hope it's okay to put a placeholder here, mods!

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 119/?

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

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XII

By the time Rogue comes in to work the next morning Magneto is already at his desk with the folders Mystique had brought him stacked in his out tray ready to be taken away and filed, a pen between his teeth as he flicks through a stack of paperwork that has accumulated in his absence, waiting to be signed. She bustles through the door and jumps about a foot when she looks up and sees him sat there, clapping a gloved hand to her chest and laughing breathlessly. “Oh! Lord, Magneto, you surprised me,” and she takes another couple of steps closer to the desk, stops just on the other side where she can peer at what he’s doing. “Guess ah got used to you being away! It’s good to see you back, safe and sound, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Magneto takes the pen out of his mouth and accepts the mug of coffee she hands him with a small nod, and suddenly he realises he is unexpectedly pleased to see her as well, and gives her a small smile. She lights up like a torch, and he makes a mental note to be kinder to her in future if this is the result. “It’s good to be back,” he says, glancing back down at the papers on the desk before pushing them away a little, already sick of them. “What have you been doing while I was away?”

“Well, there was still a lot of stuff coming into your office that ah was sorting,” she says, and glances behind herself for a moment before stepping back to grab one of the visitor chairs and dragging it up close to the desk, around the side so she’s sitting with him rather than across from him. “Ms Frost gave me some work to do for her, too, and Logan - that’s Wolverine - has been doing some training with me, you know, power stuff. Ah’ve kept myself busy, no fear.”

She’s a bright young thing, sat perched in the chair with feet swinging just a little against the carpet, that great curly mane of hers already trying to escape the elastic she’s tied it back with. Rogue is why he does this job, Magneto thinks, her and others like her - young enough still to be filled up with optimism and hope, with time enough to grow in a world where being a mutant is a good thing. After the unpleasant reading he’d spent the night doing it’s good to have the reminder sat in front of him, keen and desperate for praise. He wonders what Charles would say, settles on “I’m pleased to hear it,” which seems to do well enough; she smiles, anyway.

Magneto glances at the folders on his desk, at the thick bundles of paper filled with his notes, and on a sudden whim he asks, “How much of this do you follow yourself? Not just sorting it into trays, but reading.”

Her feet pause, and she blinks, clearly surprised. “Ah read a lot of it, though the science parts aren’t really my area. Why?”

“I was wondering what you thought of the current situation with the humans.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just - ” she pauses, bites her lip, then continues, “you’ve never asked my opinion before, is all.”

“Consider it a promotion,” he says wryly, and waves a hand at her, leaning back in his chair. “Go on. It’s not a trick question.”

She tilts her head back as she considers, and her boots start to brush quietly against the floor again, a soft susurration of leather on carpet. “Well. Ah see it like this. They didn’t much like us existing in the first place, and then mutants took over and they had to get used to that even if they didn’t like it. But now the humans got used to it and they still don’t like it - us - mutants. So they’re kicking off all over the place. Plus they’re all scared of you the most and you went out of the country for a couple months, that probably gave them ideas.”

He snorts, and, emboldened, she says, “What was it like down there? Was it awful?”

Round 3, Charles/Erik, D/S AU

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4073934#t4073934

(D/S universe, feel free to make it pre-destined or just very strong attraction based. Also, long prompt is long).

AU setting where Erik learned of Shaw's goals and killed him a decade earlier and he, with some assistance by Shaw's former people carries on Shaw's goals, but in a slower, more diplomatic/conniving way thanks to the advice of one Emma Frost. Together he and Emma establish the country of Genosha within the a decade, which quickly becomes a major player politically and a safe haven for mutants. Everyone is almost perfect, except that Erik has never found his submissive, leaving him increasingly disconnected from his emotions and making many question his leadership, as it's nearly impossible to make it to thirty without finding your sub.

Emma invites the famed sub Raven to come to court under the hopes that she might belong to Erik, and if not then that she might at least serve as a distraction for some time. Raven agrees, but only if her very human and dominant brother can come with her. Emma allows this, as it's good publicity for Genosha and this Charles Xavier is known to be the foremost expert on genetics, so he could prove useful. Raven and Charles arrive at court, where Erik's right hand man/woman Azazel/Destiny immediately recognize that Raven is their sub and claims her before Erik can even give a courtly introduction. So much for that plan. But Erik does feel an immediate connection to Charles and they quickly become reluctant friends, as Erik despises humans and Charles seems to want to avoid Erik at all costs.

Emma notices there is something... off about Charles as compared to other doms, and one day she finally manages to break through his mental blocks that she assumed Raven had taught him. But the moment she slips into Charles' head she knows that he is neither human nor a dominant, and the moment she manages to get him to fight back and drop his shields as a result, Erik knows that his sub has been with him for weeks. Charles faked being both, the former to give proof that human and mutants could coexist peacefully and the latter to avoid this very situation.

Charles tries to resist Erik, but now that it's out in the open and Erik is treating him like his sub rather than a fellow dom, Charles is horrified to find that his instincts are beginning to override his reason and that he's actually acting like a sub for the first time in his life Erik meanwhile, is doing his best to train Charles and learn how to be a proper dom to a rather unusual sub, having never had anyone attempt to say no to him in a decade. Happy ending please?

Second Fill Hidden in Plain Sight, TW: Abuse, Experimentation, Bigotry Against Subs and Mutants 1-9C- Scroll down to the bottom: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4073934#t4073934

Fill 2: Hidden in Plain Sight 10A, D/s, TW:Abuse, Experimentation, Bigotry against Subs and mutants

[(Anonymous)]

Of course, calling Tony for help presents its own issues, not the least of which being that Charles is sure any call he made would be tracked, especially given his new circumstances. There’s one other way to contact Tony though, something Charles hasn’t attempted since he was fifteen and doesn’t know if he can even do anymore.

Charles mutters something about going to the bathroom, Erik neither questioning him nor making any move to follow like some of the more possessive doms might have, and he sighs in relief the moment the door’s shut. Charles closes his eyes and slides his fingers to his temple, grimacing as he forces his mind concentrate rather than simply let thoughts come and go freely.

Charles pushes his mind out, and finds that he can reach past the borders of Genosha with ease. There’s a certain strain in the back of his mind the closer he pushes toward New York, and Charles almost sighs in relief when he manages to single out Tony’s mind from all the others, the feel of it strangely familiar. Tony, don’t look for me, I’m still in Genosha. You’ve probably heard by now that I’ve gotten myself into a bit of trouble.

This is your definition of a “bit”? And if you’ve always been able to do this, I’m kind of pissed about the phone bill I’ve wracked up from calling you in Oxford, not gonna lie. Charles snorts in Tony’s head and feels the other man shudder from surprise rather than disgust, mind already racing at the ways in which Charles’ powers could be employed. All of it piques Charles’ interest, and if he isn’t able to get his shields up, he may let Tony test out his theories. But right now he has no time for them. Tony, as exciting as my mutation is, please try to concentrate on the issue at hand. What are they saying about me on the news? Is there any chance I could come home?

Absolutely none. Half the papers consider you a threat to national security. Hell, even the media that’s sympathetic to your cause isn’t too keen on kidnapping the King of Genosha’s sub, especially not when he’s a mutant. They’re trying to paint it as some sort of Beauty and the Beast bullshit, where you’re transforming him into a kinder, gentler sort of dictator..

Charles sighs inside Tony’s head, the other man’s mind flashing with images of headlines that viewed him with disdain and fear and pity again, the news stories where he's painted as a monster. Dictator is a bit strong, but point taken. I assume that Shield has the same stance of nonintervention? God, I’ve ruined my entire life in less than a month. Charles hadn’t meant for his mental voice to sound quite so desperate, but he can’t help but feel sorry for himself under the circumstances.

Charles sighs inside Tony’s head, the other man’s mind flashing with images of headlines that viewed him with disdain and fear and pity again, the news stories where he's painted as a monster. Dictator is a bit strong, but point taken. I assume that Shield has the same stance of nonintervention? God, I’ve ruined my entire life in less than a month. Charles hadn’t meant for his mental voice to sound quite so desperate, but he can’t help but feel sorry for himself under the circumstances.

Drama doesn’t suit you as well as it does me, Charles. Though I’ll give you that this level of fucking up is impressive, even by my standards. Charles might have been insulted if anyone else were being so flippant, but he’d seen though Tony’s act years ago and could see the anxiety underneath the humor, could feel it. And yes, Shield’s not going to lift a finger to help you. I’m not sure some of them aren’t relieved to see you go.

Splendid. Charles shudders, the strain in the back of his mind steadily growing. He’s never been sure what his limits were, how they might have changed since he was a child.

Round 3, Alex/Erik, Prison AU, dubcon

[quixyjie.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Prison AU. Alex needs protection. Erik wants sex. They agree to strike up a mutually beneficial relationship wherein Erik owns Alex. Bonus points for Erik fucking Alex in his cell while the other prisoners listen in. (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3394254#t3394254)

Fill: Cell Block B (http://quixyjie.livejournal.com/45080.html#cutid1)

Re: Round 3, Alex/Erik, Prison AU, dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

OMG what is this glorious piece of fic? Yes... just Yes!

I know I am going to love it...of to read!

Round 3, Harry Potter AU, "The Better Men"

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt and Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4899278#t4899278

I've been craving some Slytherin!Erik and Ravenclaw!Charles professor fic since I've seen this (http://erikandcharles.tumblr.com/post/10727170338/slytherin-house-professor-erik-lehnsherr). Both AU and crossover are okay, doesn't matter which generation.



Picking up here at Part 18.

FILL: The Better Men (18a/30ish)

[(Anonymous)]

Charles had been distant and distracted throughout the shopping trip, waking up into his usual charming, laughing self at intervals only to fall back into his funk moments later. Raven didn't know whether to be more angry or frightened. Something big was going on. Something he thought was too dangerous to tell her about.

But he can tell Erik about it, Erik who treated him like dirt and made fun of him to his pureblood friends, that's who Charles thinks he can trust. She watched Charles staring out the window as the coach rumbled up the drive toward Hogwarts. "Aren't you angry?" she burst out. "How can you not be angry at him?"

"What?"

"You play chess, you have dinner, you hang out, you keep secrets! It's like you've totally forgotten what he did to you! Charles, how can you forgive him so easily?"

"Who says I have?"

"Your actions say you have. If you two aren't bosom buddies, you're sure doing a great impression of it. Please tell me you're not sleeping with him again."

Charles's mouth dropped open. "Raven, that is really none of your business at all!"

"Oh, good, you're not. That's something anyway. But I don't understand how you can even talk to him!"

"Raven..." Charles rubbed his forehead, as if staving off a headache. "He was just a kid then, Raven."

"Oh, really? He's changed, then? He's different now?"

"Not as much as I'd like," Charles admitted.

Raven drew breath to continue, but the coach was stopping. She let the breath out as a growl of frustration, gathering up their shopping bags. Charles took the heavier ones and followed her in silence, through hallways and up staircases to her room.

She dropped her bags haphazardly on the floor and went to stoke the fire, still fuming. Behind her, she could hear Charles setting down his bags, arranging them all neatly in a corner, crossing the room to the cabinet where she kept a tumbled assortment of tea bags, coffee beans and cocoa tins. Then the movement-noises stopped, and after a moment she turned to see him standing with one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, forehead pressed to the cabinet as if he could barely hold himself up.

"You're right, of course," he said, voice strained. "But you've never -- I don't mean to throw this in your face, Raven, but you've never been in love, not yet. You don't know what it's like, to be willing to give anything to be with someone, even if it's undignified, even if it's wrong..."

Raven swallowed, looked away. "You do still love him, then." Not that she hadn't known. Anyone could see it, could see the way his eyes sparkled all the time now, when Erik was around, even when he was angry -- like they had in school, like she had thought they never, ever would again. She thought Erik had killed that.

"Of course I do. I told you ten years ago that I always would."

Yes, but I hoped you were wrong. I hoped you would find someone else, someone better.

There was a long silence before Charles spoke again.

"I think what bothers me more than anything," he said distantly, "more than... things that should bother me more, is that he never wrote to apologize. Never. He's so angry at me for breaking off contact -- why did he never write? If he loved me so bloody much, why did he never even try to get me back?" His voice broke.

Raven bit her lip. "You said, at the time, that if he wrote you'd just burn it, you wouldn't even read it."

Charles tilted his head up and laughed, joylessly, water winking at the edge of one eye. "I said that, yes. And I waited and waited, didn't I, for a letter to burn. And it never came."

Raven's throat felt too tight to swallow, too tight to breathe. This was her brother, her kind, patient, beautiful brother, in tears, and she wanted to hate Erik for making him cry -- but it wasn't Erik's fault, this time, was it.

R3 The Feminine Mystique23 Charlotte/OMC, C/E, racism, misogyny, depression, gender/race in 50s/60s

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt/fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3858894#t3858894

If Charlotte/Charles was born a girl, what type of preassures would she face, and how would that affect XMFC. After all, this is the 50's and women are strongly encouraged to get married and have 2.5 children. Picking up from part 22.

Warnings: racism, misogyny, depression, gender/race in the 50s/60s

One of the first decisions Charlotte made about the upcoming battle was not to tell Raven what this little trip would be about. Technically, Charlotte didn’t know either, but she did recognize that would not be enough to save her from being chewed out when Raven did find out.

She did consider telling Darwin, and thought she might try and arrange for him to come along if it weren’t for Alex. Alex clearly, desperately needed human interaction with someone he considered ‘safe’. She’d ask Armando his opinion
sometime closer to the departure date.

Luckily, while Raven did sense that something was off about Charlotte, she seemed to attribute it to her worry over George and what Raven considered ridiculous angst over Charlotte’s ‘leave George’ plan. It also helped that Charlotte had Raven running ragged putting the plan into place.

Charlotte spent her days preparing for the anticipated conflict with Emma however, and so she was quite surprised by Raven’s sheepish call.

“Hi,” said Raven, and then proceeded to beat around the bush for a full five minutes until Charlotte was about ready to just pull whatever it was out of Raven’s mind. Up until now she had felt fine leaving Raven and the boys unsupervised at the mansion, except for Charlotte’s occasional mental presence. Raven, or Charlotte acknowledged, one of the others, had clearly done something large enough that they needed her help, but something idiotic enough Raven didn’t really want to confess.

“Raven,” Charlotte said, “if you don’t tell me what it is, I am going to ask Darwin.” The mumble she caught from her sister was not actually distinguishable as human language and Charlotte just let the silence hang. Raven had certainly grown in confidence, but now that she had done something stupid that she knew was stupid she seemed to have regressed in years.

“So, Char, you know, there’s an incredible amount of testosterone in the mansion, and they kept ribbing me for being a girl, you know? So I might have said something about not really being a girl and they wanted me to prove it, and we found another mutant!” Charlotte had a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“Raven. May I ask where exactly you found this other mutant?”

“Actually, Charlotte, I’m really glad we found her, she’s sort of exactly the reason we started doing this in the first place, and she has the most gorgeous wings.”

“Raven, I realize you have a horrible crush on her,”

“I don’t!” Raven practically shouted.

“You do, I’m not exactly reading your mind, but seriously you’re projecting lust every time you say a word about her, and I may be used to it, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to know.”

Re: R3 The Feminine Mystique 24 C/OMC, C/E, racism, misogyny, depression, gender/race in 50s/60s

[(Anonymous)]

“Which is not the point. In fact, we could just stop discussing it right now.”

“Ha, no, in your dreams. I claim the right to mock you as your sister. But you’re right we have strayed from the point, which is the question of where you found this winged mutant.”

“In a strip club alright!” Raven practically shouted.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Charlotte said calmly. “I don’t actually see why I should be chastising you as you did manage to keep enough of your wits about you as to find another mutant, unless of course, someone saw you? Anyway, you know perfectly well what you did wrong, so try not to do that again.”

“Right.” Raven sighed, “I thought you’d be angry.”

“Oddly enough, I thought I’d be angry too,” said Charlotte. “Instead I’m thinking about not getting caught.”

Raven was silent on the other end. “You ready to try
plan b yet?”

“Not quite yet.” Charlotte let some of her emotions leak into her voice. She had to protect George, and in all honesty she wasn’t being fair to him.

“But you are going to do it.”

“Raven,” Charlotte sighed, “I have to give him a chance. I have to tell him at some point.”

“Charlotte, may I just point out that putting it off is what has made your life so difficult?”

“Yes. But the damage is done. I’m afraid he may try and, well, I’m afraid he’ll do something stupid around that other telepath.”

“All right.” Raven sighed again.

“And I will come out there tomorrow.” Charlotte assured Raven.

Xxx

“You’re going to the mansion again?” George asked her when she let him know not to expect her until the next day.

“Well yes, Raven indicated there was something she wanted me to have a look at, and I might as well get another few incidentals done while I’m there.”

Charlotte replied. George didn’t look enthusiastic, but Charlotte kissed his cheek and headed out the door to where Darwin was waiting. Hopefully she could pick his brain on the drive over.

“Bye George!” Charlotte called as she pulled her suitcase behind her and did her best to ignore the swirl of his feelings.

Angel, Charlotte discovered, was a little less sure of herself than some of the others and a little brasher because of it. Introductions were stiff, Charlotte’s clean-cut, wealthy appearance a mark against her. Darwin (and clearly Charlotte would have to get used to the bizarre nicknames, because they had become and institution while she was away) led her into the recently repurposed rec room where Angel and Raven were chatting. Raven was blue and Angel was sitting on a bench that allowed her to spread her dragonfly like wings.

“Right.” Charlotte said after several moments of strained silence. “So are the contractors a problem? Because I was hoping to install a lab, but that was assuming that the mutations here were hidden.”

“We’ll watch out for the contractors.” Raven almost growled.

“Some of it we can do ourselves,” Darwin added. “Alex is handy enough and I can adapt to anything.”

“Fair point,” Charlotte conceded, “and Raven in her natural form is much stronger than she looks. And obviously Angel can fly, which could come in handy if Angel decides to stay.”

“Darwin has a list,” Raven said, turning to Angel to continue discussing whatever they were discussing. It was a clear dismissal, and Charlotte left following Darwin.

Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse, non/dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

Anchor post for a fill for this prompt:

Prompt might be triggery for some.

So: Alpha/alpha domination clash, Erik, Shaw. The winner, traditionally, takes the other's omega. Who is Charles.

(1) Shaw kicks Erik's ass and is like, mm, pretty omega. Waits until Charles is in heat. Makes Erik watch Charles try so hard not to want Shaw. Which doesn't work --> Shaw is brutal and Charles loves it until it's over. Shaw goes, if you'll willingly be mine, I won't execute Erik. (aaand this is a PWP but possibly, longer plot with Erik escaping, overthrowing, reclaiming etc etc)

(2) Erik, reluctant about the whole taking-the-other-guy's-omega tradition, but hey, he's not gonna say no. And Shaw's omega is very very pretty (of course he is, Shaw culled him out out of loads of people) and kind of terrified and Erik has to coax him into it. (Alternatively, be a little rough/manipulative. You know you want this, etc etc, complimenting him and saying it'll be good) Erik ends up claiming him, and either has to convince everyone that it's not about gloating about Shaw, or be unabashedly yeah, he's just spoils of war.

imma evil person

Originally posted: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4462030#t4462030

Opening Gambit 1a/1 (Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse AU, warning: dubcon)

[(Anonymous)]

Warnings: Dubious consent and very broad hints at some nasty, nasty things done to Charles by Shaw.


Opening Gambit


The young man in his bed was everything Erik expected Shaw's omega to be: pretty and submissive, so traditional a picture of an omega that Erik half-fancied Shaw had stolen him out of a Victorian novel. Someone had given him a bath and fresh clothes, but he still wore the bruised marks of his capture upon Shaw's death -- and, of course, a power suppressor collar.

Erik sat down on the bed, an arm's length distance away, and reached out to thumb the dark circles under the omega's beautiful blue eyes as gently as he could. The omega flinched, but didn't resist the touch. Best to ease him into serving Erik's pleasure. "What's your name?"

Something close to incredulity flickered across his face, but it quickly smoothed over into impassive neutrality. "Charles."

"I apologise for the inconvenience of the collar," Erik said, choosing his words carefully, because he wasn't sorry for the collar's necessity. "It's only a precaution until I've claimed you. What's your mutant power?"

"I understand." Charles had a cut-glass British accent, stripped of any inferences of his actual origin and spoke only to his probably expensive education. He smiled, wry and self-depreciating. "I'm a telepath with some measure of skill, though not, as I understand it, at Miss Frost's level of expertise."

Erik didn't let his eyes drop to the collar around Charles's neck, but he discreetly probed its construction and electromagnetic signature with his power anyway, wary of the possibility of sabotage. Satisfied that everything was in working order, he gripped Charles's hips in his hands and pulled Charles closer. Under the linen trousers and thin white shirt, Charles was very warm. "You haven't been with Shaw for long, have you?"

"Two heats. No children." Which went some way towards explaining why Charles was kept away from the public eye -- so secret, in fact, that the Brotherhood hadn't known he existed until after Erik slit Shaw's throat open. Shaw could never admit that his superior alpha genes were incapable of siring a child on an obviously fertile omega, if Charles's scent was any indication.

Erik gave in to temptation and kissed the pale column of Charles's throat, just above the collar, breathing in deep. Charles's pulse quickened. When Erik drew back, Charles's eyes were dilated, the blue barely visible around his dark pupils. His omega scent deepened as Charles tentatively placed his hands on Erik's shoulders, turning Erik's mouth dry with wanting. He hadn't been entirely happy about having to fuck Shaw's former omega to seal his victory over Shaw, but even Erik didn't buck tradition if he didn't have a good reason to. It wasn't so bad, so far: Charles was attractive and smelled good, and didn't look as if he was mourning Shaw too deeply.

"Take off your clothes," Erik growled.

Charles blushed prettily but did what he was told, stripping off his clothes to reveal a pale, well-fed body that tended towards slenderness. His fingers were blunt and workman-like, mottled with faded inkstains. They unbuttoned the shirt gracefully enough, and the look of them against Charles's soft belly was distracting. Charles started to fold his clothes when Erik held up a hand, stopping him.

"On your back. Sit up against the bed and display yourself." When Charles hesitated, Erik smacked him on the thigh with the palm of his hand, hard enough to discipline but not to injure. "If you know what's good for you, Charles, you won't make me repeat myself."

To Erik's satisfaction, Charles obeyed with alacrity, pushing himself up the bed to lean against the headboard. Placing his feet flat on the cotton bedspread, he parted his thighs wide, his eyes not quite meeting Erik's gaze. Charles wasn't physically aroused yet, but that would change soon: losing one's alpha in a dominance clash triggered a milder form of heat in an omega, easing the claiming by his or her new alpha. Erik vaguely remembered overhearing a radio lecture on its evolutionary purposes, but he hadn't thought then that he would find the information relevant.

Round 3, Charles/Erik - Ever After AU

[ambiguouslyhere.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Okay, I saw a Ever After prompt on one of the memes asking for Kurt to be the evil step mother, but I want it to be Shaw and for Emma to be one of the step-sisters. Charles as Danielle and Erik as Prince Henry (mostly because Erik's personality doesn't lend toward making him a good Cinderella, but Charles does). (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4166350#t4166350)

Fill: Aschenputtel 1-13 (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4395982#t4395982)

(I'll be posting under this shortly, but for the moment it's a placeholder)

Re: Round 3, Charles/Erik - Ever After AU

[(Anonymous)]

I'm soo, sooo glad to know you've decided to continue this *cheers*

Round 3, human!Erik's sub is omega!Charles

[a-q.livejournal.com]

Prompt: (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3866062#t3866062) "No one expected a measly human like Erik Lehnsherr to be categorized as a dominant; humans being doms in a mutant superior world? It was almost unheard of. And no one sure as hell expected him to be the dom of a Omega-level telepath. Erik falls at first glance but is entirely convinced it's a mistake."

Fill: "Into His Arms" - thirteen parts so far, either down from the prompt link, or grouped together at the WIP thread (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/4172.html?thread=4621388#t4621388)

Continued here from the pt. 14

Into His Arms, 14/?

[a-q.livejournal.com]

“Plenty of people search for their partner intensely,” Moira said, trying to imagine Charles as a boy, gluing paper stars. “And children often take different roles when they play, that is not unusual.”

Raven shook her head. “It got worse as he grew up and his abilities got stronger. He has this amazing, powerful skill and yet, he couldn't find his missing part. It ate him up inside. I can't even explain how hard he tried to find the connection. And in the end, the failure just...crushed him.” Raven's voice cracked, and she turned to look at the people for a moment, hiding her face.

Moira nodded, and looked in the other way, giving her space to collect herself. Raven took a deep breath. “About a year ago, Charles met someone. He was charming, and a powerful player in our circles. He swept Charles off his feet, and Charles was sure that he had finally found his partner. He convinced himself that this man was the one, and when a omega class telepath starts to delude himself, the result is horrendous.”

“The false bond.”

“Yes,” Raven said. “The situation went on for months. The bastard did every rotten thing imaginable, and Charles accepted it all, thanked him and asked for more. I think Charles knew it was a false bond, but he hold on to it, kept sucked in deeper and deeper. Everyone thought they were the 'perfect match'. It was perfect alright,” Raven said, her hands squeezing into fists. “It was an inch away from a perfect murder.”

“The man poisoned him, didn't he?” Moira said, connecting the dots about the dinner and Raven's upset over the water-glass. “He fed him something.”

“Yes. He disguised some type of design hallucinogen as vitamin supplement. For someone with Charles' abilities, even a tiny amount can cause a serious damage. We didn't know what happened at the time. And I'm sorry that I accused you doing the same. That situation brought back some bad memories.”

“No need to apologize. So what happened? Charles looked fine now.”

“Sort of. He ended up in the hospital. He was in bad shape, both physically and emotionally. It took him a lot of time to get back to his feet,” Raven said. Moira took the second juice box, opened the straw and pushed it through, handing it to Raven without a word. She nodded and took it. Moira thought about Raven's explanation.

“Charles is still healing from the false bond, and you fear that Erik is yet an another false one that Charles wants to believe in, because it's too hard for him to be alone. Did I get it right?” Moira asked, looking at Raven as she took a careful sip of the juice.

“Yes, that's the bottom line. Do you blame me? For thinking that?”

“No. Actually, it makes perfect sense. Except for one little detail.”

“What is that?”

“Erik has a Broken Heart Syndrome.”

Raven stared at Moira in stunned silence. “Holy shit. Does Charles know this?”

“Erik told him at the dinner, and that was the real reason why he fainted,” Moira said. “Maybe you know this, but false bonding is a death sentence for someone with the Syndrome. I've only met your brother once, but I don't think killing someone would ease his loneliness one bit. Do you?”

“The Syndrome,” Raven repeated, astonished. “That could explain why Charles couldn't find him all this time, no matter what he tried. Holy shit! This is the real deal?”

“Looks like it.”

They sat in silence for a long while, and Moira finished her juice, waiting to see how it would hold today. It didn't feel too bad.

“You do understand that I'm going to discuss all of this with my husband?”

“Yes, of course,” Raven muttered, still looking baffled.

Round 3, Charles/Erik

[(Anonymous)]

Fill to the following prompt to be posted pending more time and Bonnie Raitt.

Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4036302#t4036302

"The fight for you is all I've ever known."

Please use that above quote anywhere in the story, anon. I've been seeing that everywhere - from a published work to a song.

Make it sad. Break my heart. Then put it back together, dearest anon. Make it happy. Please.

fill: transcontinental, 1:30am (don't let this line go slack) 1a/1b

[(Anonymous)]

non-powered, modern au.

Written to a mix of Bonnie Raitt's Can't Make You Love Me and Vienna Teng, with a good number of repeats on Homecoming. From the prompt's quote, I looked up the source lyrics, and let that guide me.

*

Erik picks up the phone on its second ring, after tripping on a stack of phonebooks he means to use to prop up the crooked kitchen table.

“Hello?” He holds the phone with right hand, and rubs out the ball of his foot, still smarting, with his other.

There’s a pause on the line for the space of a breath, and then, Erik.

Erik’s world shifts to this telephone pressed against his cheek, the cord connecting to him to whatever distant place Charles is in now.

“Charles,” he says back. He can’t imagine what his voice sounds like. He lets Charles read whatever he wants into it. Civility, longing, love, disappointment, it’s probably all true. Erik doesn’t like to let himself think too much on Charles now that the house is empty; he just recognizes the other man’s absence, wishes for his presence to fill it once more, and leaves it at that.

And yet he still can’t stop himself from asking, “Are you coming home?”

Erik, and it’s in that voice Erik knows means Charles is trying to convey something in just that. A lot of the times it’s enough. Erik can stop his carving, put down the rasp and half-shaped wood and know. Sometimes it’s just making tea (Erik’s learned how long to steep it, how hot to boil the water. He looks to the cabinet where he keeps the Wedgewood set, a gift, dust free.), and sometimes it’s convincing Charles to stop his research and come sit on the couch. He flexes his fingers, half-expecting Charles’s fingers to lace up with his, and his chin pressing against his shoulder. Erik doesn’t know what that voice means now that Charles isn’t next to him.

“Just say what you mean Charles. You know I can’t read your mind.” Erik imagines Charles smile at that. Charles had always tried to get Erik to be more communicative, and in the end, it was Charles who couldn’t articulate whatever it was, and left.

Charles pauses again on his end. The fight for you is all I’ve known, he begins. And then I had you, and it was all so beautiful I couldn’t believe it. Do you know how long it took for me just to convince you to go to lunch outside of that café? And then we were dragging our mix-matched furniture together and figuring out how to make a house.

Erik rests the receiver between his chin and shoulder, and loops the cord around his finger as he leans against the wall. The paint is cool against his temple and the spot above his hip where his shirt pulls up. “I know. It wasn’t easy for me either. But you know that. I just didn’t know it was hard for you.”

I’m sorry.

Erik closes his eyes. “I miss you, but I’m doing ok.” He opens them again, and looks at the hour on the clock. “Are you?”

No. Not really.

“Charles… even if…” Erik lets the words out, “even if we’re not together anymore, I’m still there for you, ok?”

An inhale. That’s not… I’m coming home ok? I… …we can sort myself out at home. The words come quickly tumbling out, and Erik hopes. With tea, and those silly documentaries you like with terrible narration.

“Ok. I’m glad.” He wants to let Charles know that if he needs more time, he has it. The commitment Erik made to this relationship isn’t going to fade like a rainbow after the rain. Perhaps, one day it might, but Erik has much left in him yet. But Erik trusts Charles knows what’s best for himself, and he’s glad Charles thinks its back here, by his side.

“Get some sleep.”

Can’t. Catching the Red Eye.

“Charles, are you calling me from an airport?”

Maybe. Erik can hear the cheeky smile, It’s the quickest way back to you.

“At least eat something. Not take-out. Something that’ll stick with you; you know air-line food is shit.”

Charles laughs, and despite the distance, it still makes Erik smile in turn. I’ll do my best. I’ll even order it extra rare for you.

“Go eat now, you can talk to me when you come home.”

Fine, fine.

“Safe flight, Charles. Come home soon.”

I will. I love you.

Round 3, Charles/Erik, Heat AU

[(Anonymous)]

Based on the Al Pacino and Robert de Niro film Heat (1995)

Erik follows close on the trail of Shaw, determined to seek revenge until one day he runs into Charles Xavier and he is forced to choose between his revenge and his new-found love.


Link to Fill (Parts 1 to 10): http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4957902#t4957902

Heat - Part 11a

[(Anonymous)]

Erik wasn’t immediately sure why it was that he had woken, only that his feelings upon waking were not those of panic and fear, but of contentment and pleasure. Glancing to his side, those feelings seemed to expand inside of him with a brilliantly warm glow as he caught sight of Charles’s ruffled head peeking out of the sheets and snuggled deep into the pillow, his face tucked neatly into the space between Erik’s neck and shoulder.

‘Charles,’ Erik breathed, his breath ruffling the hair on Charles’s head, making him unconsciously nuzzle even closer into Erik’s space. Erik was breathless for a second, unable to move or think or speak just for the sheer perfection of that moment.

And then he heard his phone go off again.

It was on silent – as it always was – but Erik was a light sleeper and so the noise evinced by the vibrations was all that he needed. Usually he would have been able to pick it up from its first ring, but apparently being so near to Charles had lowered his defences. He quickly and carefully disentangled himself from Charles’s embrace and slipped over to where his trousers had been discarded, pawing efficiently at them until he managed to grasp hold of his phone from within the pocket.

‘Yes?’ he said brusquely, creeping away from the bedroom and shutting the door behind him so as to not wake Charles.

‘Long time no speak, cher,’ came the cheery voice from the other end of the phone.

‘I’ve been busy,’ Erik grunted out, relaxing minutely at the voice.

‘That no joke, Remy almost think you no longer with us, when you don’t pick up on the first ring.’

Erik let out an impatient grunt.

‘What do you have for me Remy?’

‘What, no “how you doin’?” No “nice to hear from you”? Erik, I feel hurt!’

‘Just get on with it,’ Erik growled, gritting his teeth. It was cold out here in the hallway, and it made Erik miss the warmth of Charles’s bed even more.

‘Only ‘cause it’s you, cher,’ Remy laughed before becoming more professional. ‘There’s un homme in New York. He used t’ deal with the Russians. I think you might find him … informative.’

‘Do you now?’ Erik murmured, reaching for the pen and paper on the hallway telephone stand. ‘Care to expand on that?’

He listened for a few minutes, jotting down the relevant details.

‘I’ll find him today,’ Erik said after Remy had finished. ‘No use in waiting.’

‘I’d be surprised if you did,’ Remy said wryly. ‘In fact, Remy a little surprised you ain’t running out the door right ‘bout now.’

Erik glanced back at the bedroom door wistfully.

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Me too.’

‘You have to slow yourself down, Erik,’ Remy said, his voice becoming serious. ‘Learn to enjoy them little things. Life can’t be all ‘bout killin’ people. Pleasure is très important too. Take it from someone who knows.’

‘After Shaw,’ Erik promised, though whether he was promising Remy or himself he did not know. ‘After I get Shaw. Then I can let go.’

‘Hmm,’ Remy said doubtfully, before huffing. ‘Well if that is all, I’ve got me une très belle redhead awaitin’ for me.’

Erik allowed himself a small smirk.

‘I don’t doubt it. Goodbye Remy. And thanks.’

‘Take care o’ yo’self Erik. Au revoir.’

Click.

Round 3, Charles/Erik, Charles/others, hooker!Charles

[(Anonymous)]

Link: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4546766#t4546766

Prompt: Charles has to pay for college incidentals somehow. Hooker!Charles. Client!Erik. It would be awesome if Erik also happens to be the new professor at Charles' college and Charles only finds out the day after their little "get-together" when he sees him in class. Awkwardness ensues.

Original fill at the link above.

a man with a midas touch, Charles/Erik, Charles/others (1a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

So. Er. A sequel to take anything you give me. If you recognise the song from which I cribbed the title, congratulations -- that's the other song for the fic, which I was too embarrassed to admit to. NEVER DE-ANONING.

This is the Erik of this AU: http://tumblr.com/ZEQAlxCrPn0O (on good days, at least)

Charles at 18: http://cellno8.tumblr.com/post/13455294140

I'm terrible at planning out stories I'm working on, so I honestly have no idea how long this fic will be. I will try to resist the temptation of rushing into the denoument. I've reduced the age gap between Charles and Raven to two years -- though, really, given that the writers of XMFC didn't exactly make up their minds on that, why should I? I can't remember if the comics ever said anything about Charles's birthday, so I've set it in September, which in 1963 marks his first comic book appearance.

Warning: underage sex.


a man with a midas touch

Charles lost his virginity to a man he met at a bar, a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. As with most things in his life, it was a combination of deliberate planning and complete happenstance: he'd put on his tightest shirt and strutted into the nearest bar with condoms in his pocket, but he hadn't expected to be picked up by the bar's mouthwateringly burly, Canadian bouncer.

He still thought of Logan and the 48 hours' worth of accelerated study in sexual gratification fondly, but as far as significant life events go it didn't even rate as highly as the day Harvard accepted his application. Certainly, if he were to choose the most life-changing experience he'd ever had, it would be meeting Raven -- always Raven, his sister and confidante and best beloved. He supposed he'd been lucky: while his classmates fell in and out of love, exploring the mysteries of the human heart, he'd already lived through any number of relationships -- good, bad, horrifically ugly -- several times over by the time he entered Harvard. His mother's doctor tried to put him on suppressor drugs when he was twelve ("I want to help you, Charles," Dr. Clark said, terrified out of his mind) but he didn't take to them very well. In the end they packed him off to see a government-paid psi counsellor, who smiled at him kindly and said there was nothing wrong with him, just please remember that other people take things like privacy seriously.

Charles took Raven with him when he finally packed his bags for Massachusetts, aged 17. Harvard had sent him an offer when he was 16, the year he graduated from high school, but he wrote back with a polite letter asking for a deferment. The staffmember from the College Admissions Office sounded indulgent over the phone, assuming that he was spending his gap year being white and American in a Third World country of his choice. The truth was rather less exciting: Charles worked to supplement his diminishing trust fund and worried over Raven, while searching for cheap accommodations that would accept two teenagers.

They left behind the rambling house and its rambling mistress with three suitcases weighing down the boot of Charles's car, which he promptly sold when they arrived in Cambridge. Raven held Charles's hand tight in hers all through their first night in the tiny, roach-infested flat, sharing one air mattress and listening to unfamiliar noises in the dark.

Round #3, Charles/Erik, D/s, modern AU

[(Anonymous)]

http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4187086#t4187086

Prompt:

Erik and Charles browse the personals online and find each other. They strike up a conversation and eventually decide they want to try a relationship. It becomes clear during the course of the emails/phone calls that Erik is actually pretty subby, and even though Charles isn't much of a dom, he and Erik agree to try exploring D/s. They start out with little things such as Charles telling Erik what to wear and eat for dinner, and gradually become more and more physical, to where Erik is doing things like wanking with Charles giving him directions over the phone. And then, clearly, they meet up and there is a fuckton of hot, D/s-themed sex.

untitled minifill

[(Anonymous)]

CFXeffects: We met on OKCupid. You do realize that, don’t you? Most people don’t even broach the subject of kinks, or fetishes until much later in relationships did you know that? In fact, the percentage

magneticallybound: look, forget I even mentioned it.

CFXeffects: Don’t feel bad about it, asking me to just tell you what to do doesn’t even rank that high for me. It was mostly your embarrassment that clued me in that it was more than just

magneticallybound: I don’t need a reminder.
I typed that message. Let’s just leave the topic alone.
How’s your research going?

CFXeffects: Oh, you terrible, terrible man you. I know you’re changing the subject!

magneticallybound: I know you like to talk about your research
and I’m one of the few people online who’ll chat with you and deal with how distracted you get in the middle of a conversation with how RNA can alter itself in octopuses.

CFXeffects: Octopi. You see…


*

“Hello?”

“Erik, you sound positively miserable.”

“…Charles?”

“Yes. Who else would be calling – ”

“Look, I gave you my number” – cough – “but I really wasn’t expecti – ”

“You shouldn’t be online. You’re ill. You’ve been ill for the past week. It’s past midnight, and you should be going to bed. Don’t grumble, just do it. You’re already in your pajamas, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, are just getting into bed? Brush your teeth before, please. No need to grumble. Let me hear you, I want to make sure you’re not cheating your way out of cleanliness.

“Good. Now you can go to bed. Sleep well, Erik. Don’t forget to turn your phone off.”



magneticallybound: thnaks
CFXeffects: Anytime, my friend.

*

magneticallybound: Hey. What you did last time

CFXeffects: When you were sick?

magneticallybound: yes
it helped me a lot.
can you do it again?

CFXeffects: Okay. Logging out and calling you now.

*

“Erik? Look, I’ve been thinking about what that conversation we had…”

Round #3, Charles/Erik Pokémon Fusion, "The Very Best"

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: They way I see it the Xaviers could have a Pokémon Gym, Cain is the Gym Leader, Charles and Raven help with the Gym but Charles would rather become a Pokémon Professor like his hero Professor Oak -he even loves his bad pokemon poetry and writes his own- and Raven wants to be a Pokémon Trainer much against their Mom's wishes who wants her to follow on the Xavier women's tradition of becoming Pokémon Coordinators.

Enter Erik Lensherr, a Pokémon Trainer who's objective is to beat the Pokémon League Champion, Sebastian Shaw, and so is collecting badges to enter the Pokémon Tournament.

Charles and Raven are infautated by the lone trainer and decide to accompany him whether their family -and Erik himself even- aproves or not.

BONUS POINTS if
-Charles has an unevolved Eve as his main.
-Erik has a Magnemite or Magneton that later evolves to Magnezone as his main.
-Elite Four = Emma, Riptide, Azazel, Angel.
-Sean, Darwin, Alex, Hank join or meet the group later.
-Hank is a Póke Lab assistant.
-Charles is secretly friends with Mew.

DOUBLE SUPER BONUS POINTS if
Author Anon can squeeze in Mewtwo somehow, since well, Mewtwo is Mew's Magneto.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3469774#t3469774

FILL: "The Very Best" - 02 A Legendary Game! 1a/? - Warning: Mention of death.

[(Anonymous)]

EPISODE 02

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||                   “A Legendary Game!”                  ||
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In the previous episode:

Charles met Erik Lehnsherr, heir of the once famous Lehnsherr Pokémon Ranch in Magnus Village, at the Xavier Gym where he was later beaten by Cain, Charles' older brother and Gym Leader.

Erik agreed to accompany the two youngest Xavier siblings to Cerebra Village where Raven's very important baseball game will be taking place at midday so he could train with Charles and learn a way to defeat the Xavier Gym Leader.

While Raven gets ready for the game, Charles shows Erik to Cerebro, his joint project with the young lab assistant at Cerebra's Pokémon Lab.



"Meet Cerebro!" said Charles with a flourish.

The big machine was Hank's and Charles' pride. Hank had built it all himself, genius he was, but Charles had helped with some calculations and had gotten it to run properly after Hank's long months of frustration when it wouldn't work, rejecting user after user. Cerebro would bring a revolution to Pokémon Research, would pave the way for better Human-Pokémon relationships and Charles was sincerely hoping to show Erik the genius of it all.

But Erik wasn't looking very thrilled.

Charles gave his newest friend a shy smile. "I admit it is somewhat crude-looking, the whole thing is still in its beta phase, you see, but what it is capable of doing even just now is simply amazing."

Erik gave him a short nod, clearly unconvinced. He looked warily around the room, his face scrunched up with an apprehensive frown, and his eyes narrowed minutely when Eevee squealed loudly and happily having cleaned its plate of food.

"You liked that, didn't you?" asked Hank to the small Pokémon. It yipped, content, and ran up to Charles who petted it behind its ears.

Hank switched on Cerebro then and began the calibrations, the device chirped as its buttons lit in blues, reds, yellows and greens.

Truth be told, Charles had been hoping to impress Erik with his and Hank's work. The boy's frowning face and evident apprehension, however, told him well enough how little he had succeeded. Perhaps when the actual session began, Cerebro working its magic, Erik's mood would change.

Because, well, Charles liked Erik and wanted to show off. He was mysterious and Charles loved mysteries; here was a piece of the puzzle that was the downfall of the Lenhsherrs' Ranch, a beloved place for Brian Xavier that Charles never got to visit --oh, his father had promised to take him there, he had, but then the accident happened and Brian never came back home.

R3, Stained, Charles/OMC, possible Charles/Erik, Non-con, Angst

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: I would like some Charles non-con with the focus being on how it feels for a (probably drugged) telepath to be raped, to know everything about his attacker and feel everything his assailant feels and yet not be able to do anything about it.

I'd also like to the see the fallout, how he hides it, how he copes and whether or not he ever tells anyone.

I would prefer the attacker to be an inconsequential OC, and timeline wise I want it to take place pre-movie or at least before the action of the movie really gets started, i.e. when he's still at Oxford.

Eventual Charles/Erik with double the angst would be wonderful as well.


Fill 1-36: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3878350#t3878350


Note: This isn't the perfect ending point, but if I don't ever manage to finish this, this at least doesn't leave you guys hanging. I may yet write more to this. If I do, I'll post it here.

[Fill] Stained (37/?) Warning: Rape-Related PTSD

[(Anonymous)]

The next thing he knew, Moira and Raven were dragging him across the deck of the ship, desperately seeking shelter from the raging whirlwinds of Shaw’s mutant. He was tripping over his own feet, trying his best to follow their lead even as he instinctively cringed away from their hands.

Fear lurked somewhere on the edges of his consciousness, but there was no room in his chaotic, over-strained mind to do anything but move forward and cling to his own sanity.

He automatically reached for the comfort of his sister’s mind, but the moment he opened himself up the tiny fraction necessary to connect with another he found himself swept up in a torrential wave of anger.

Rage so much rage.

He was drowning in it. In everything. Fast, so fast, everything at once, all mixed up and traces of diamonds, sharp, cutting deeply in every direction, meant to hurt. Meant to kill. Losing everything. Water pressing down, lungs straining -

Pain.

The glint of knives, like diamonds and glass, a coin in his hand and destruction everywhere. Hunger, his insides clawing in on themselves and so many blank faces. The smell of burnt flesh and ash staining his skin and sonderkommando. Aren’t you happy I’ve protected you from this?

Terror.

Always afraid and always angry and alone forever and ever.

She was gone. She was gone.

And he was young, standing before a desk and there was a manmonsterdemon smiling with false promises and the smell of chocolate and –

Move the coin

He couldn’t, he couldn’t –

And his mother –

Charles clung to the woman’s face as everything swirls together. Something solid, something real. The look in her eyes.

He watched her lips move,

Alles ist gut. Alles ist gut. Alles ist gut!

The promises spoken in a language he does not speak, but understands anyway. Lies, all lies, nothing she could do, but she tried. She tried. And Charles had known such devotion was possible, in theory. But it had always been something he could only dream of. A fairytale, meant to be experienced only second hand and never like this, so strong and bright, in the darkest of nights.

But here she was, staring down eminent death with a smile on her face. A smile for him, for her son.

Her face is overlaid with another, blond and blue eyes, but cold, so cold and the words did not match, the mouth did not move, merely tightened in polite disinterest. Worthless, so worthless, she’d give him up in an instant, to save herself, for just one more bottle. But here, he could feel it, her devotion and he coveted it. Would die again and again to feel it. Just for a moment, even with the water pressing down, choking, swallowing him up.

Round 3, Erik/Charles, Hank/Charles, mpreg, caretaking

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here:
http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4785358#t4785358

After the Divorce, Erik left Charles with an unexpected memento. Hank steps in as doctor, caretaker, emotional support, and fluffy blue cuddler in chief.

Would love to see:

Hank's instincts both as a physician and as an alpha male

Professional touches alternating with tenderness

Both of them learnng to accept themselves as they are now -- Charles adoring the warmth and the size of his hands, and blueness is not a problem for anyone who's grown up with Raven; Hank adoring both his mind and his body, and knowing his body very, very well both as a physician and as a lover

Snuggles and (literal blue) fluff - maybe a nap in front of the fire...

I have notes but haven't got them fic-shaped yet. Since we're on the last couple hundred posts on round 3, I wanted to "plant a graft" to follow over here for when I do get writing time to come back to this with...

Round 3: Alex and Scott - Mind Controlled Fighting

[(Anonymous)]

prompt here : http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3522510#t3522510

Scott is being mind controlled into attacking his little brother.Just give me a heart breaking brother battle royale with a happy ending involving tearful apologies.

Opposition - Alex - Part 1a/3

[(Anonymous)]

Find Scott. Shut down the reactor. Leave.

Find Scott. Shut down the reactor. Leave.

Alex raced down the steel corridor, resisting the urge to swear aloud. His role on this mission ought to have been a fairly simple one, with the more complex parts being left to Scott and Storm, who both had more experience. He'd been the decoy. "Just make a nuisance of yourself then get back to the jet," Scott had ordered, "Even you can't find that too hard."

That had been all well and good, but then Storm had radioed in asking if he'd heard from Scott because the reactor ought to have been shut down already and yet her readings said it was still running at full power.

It wasn't like Scott to not complete an assigned task, nor to ignore Storm's request for a status update. Something had to have gotten in his way. Storm's specific orders to Alex were to attempt to work out what had prevented Scott from shutting down the reactor and finish the job, but as much as it stung Alex's pride to admit it, if Scott had been unable to finish the assignment, it was unlikely Alex would fare any better. He was making his way towards the reactor, with shutting it down in mind, but he was also focused on scanning the corridor looking for any clues as to what had prevented Scott from managing it himself.

Even as he recognised the roar of displaced air which accompanied Scott's mutation he registered the need to drop low out of the way. It wasn't like Scott to be so trigger happy.

"Hey-," he began, and then had to lunge sideways as Scott let off his mutation again.

"WOAH! It's just me, Alex. Storm s-,"

Already unbalanced, and expecting Scott to stop now that Alex had identified himself clearly as an ally, the third blast caught him right in the chest.

In past experience Scott's mutation had been proven to have very little effect on Alex and the few times that Scott had been willing to test the theory and adjust his visor to anything other than totally blocking his mutation, Alex had never suffered any sort of accidental negative consequence. Their experiments, however, had always been hampered by the fact, unwilling to indulge in needlessly risky behaviour, Scott had never turned the lenses up any higher than their least damaging setting and so the full extent of Alex's resistance to his brother's power had never been ascertained.

As he was thrown against the rough concrete walls Alex couldn't help but think that the professor would be disappointed to hear that he'd missed such an interesting new discovery. Whilst he was pretty sure there was no gaping hole in his chest, which was generally the minimum level on injury suffered by those whole went up again Scott, apparently Alex wasn't completely impervious to the effects of his brother's mutation either.

"-THE FUCK, SCOTT?!" Alex hollered as he rolled away from yet another blast, knowing that if there was anyone around to hear the sound of Scott's blasts would already have caught their attention, negating the need for quiet. He darted towards the end of the corridor, dodging another blast before he found momentary shelter around a corner, there was no reason for Scott to suspect that Alex was anybody other than himself, surely? Certainly there’d been nothing in the notes they’d been given about shape shifters or any similar threats. "Scott! What are you doing? You're supposed to be shutting off the reactor!"

Scott rounded the corner as he was yelling and fired another blast in his direction, knocking him to the ground.

"I know you told me to go back to the jet, but Storm sent me..." rolling across the floor away from Scott he persisted, anybody else he might have suspected of having finally snapped but Scott had too much self control for that – Scott attacking his teammates was unthinkable. "What's wrong with you?! Scott... Cyclops?!"

Charles/Erik, Easy AU, Rumors, Slut-Shaming, Attempted non-con, Sexual Harassment

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3877070#t3877070

Everybody at highschool thinks Charles is the biggest slut in town. The truth is, Charles is pretty innocent, he just wanted to help his best friend Hank to get rid of his reputation of being too shy/prude.

Will highschool heartthrob Erik be able to see trhough the charade?

Fill: Judging A Book By the Wrong Cover

Text: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3877070#t3877070

Fill: Judging A Book By the Wrong Cover 8A, SlutShaming, Rumors, Attempted NonCon, Sexual Harassment

[(Anonymous)]

The walk from Ms. McTaggert’s room to the auditorium had never seemed so long to Charles before, each step having its own unique sense of doom to it. If this plan of Erik’s failed, if even one thing went wrong, he’s going to be expelled and he’ll never get into Oxford or anywhere else worth going, all his dreams turned to ashes when their fire was still merely embers. He’s going to end up living off the family’s money and end up being a recluse with several cats or creating his own genetic Frankenstein or like his mother, or-

“Or you could stop projecting such ridiculous thoughts and get in here before Shaw gets on stage and we miss our chance to reveal him for the bastard that he is,” Erik calls with a small snort, sliding out of the auditorium and closing the gap between him and Charles in a matter of seconds, arm sliding around Charles’ waist and fingers gently splaying across his hips. “And there is no chance in hell that you would ever let yourself end up like your mother.”

Charles leans into the touch, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself against Erik’s lean frame. Charles takes Erik’s had and pulls him down a few steps, pausing when they got to the auditorium door. “You have more faith in me than I do, Erik.”

Erik gives him a dark look, and Charles can practically see the questions Erik’s dangling on the edge of Erik’s lips, only a warning shake of the head from the Charles keeping them from coming loose. Now is really not the time to talk about his issues with his mother or their effect on his self-esteem.

Instead, they push their way past a gaggle of cheerleaders, all of them eyeing Charles with something akin to hatred. Looks like Emma hadn’t been the only one gunning to be Erik’s girlfriend this year. Charles merely smiles at them in response and wraps his fingers around Erik’s own just a hair tighter than before, and if he radiates smugness, well, could anyone really blame him?

“I’m not sure turning the pep squad against you is really going to help your case, Charles,” Erik whispers with a slight frown, gazing back at the cheerleaders, who look like they might start spewing venom at Charles at any moment. Charles merely gives him a slightly mad grin in return, because it doesn’t really matter if everyone in the entire student body hates him as long as he has Erik, Raven, and Hank. And Sean, apparently.

Charles started to answer, one hand brushing against Erik’s hip teasingly, but stilled when he felt a familiar presence walk through the auditorium backdoors. Shaw.

The man purses when he catches sight Charles and Erik, gaze an intermingling of hate and lust rolling off of him so strong that Charles couldn’t stop himself from shuddering. Yeah, he might still end up throwing up before everything was said and done after all. “Mr. Xavier, to what do I owe the pleasure? Did Hank mention my proposition to you?”

“Mentioned and no offense, but there are some things that aren’t worth touching even for Oxford,” Charles answers back as he gives Shaw’s body a once over, face a perfect mask of polite boredom. Erik gapes at him in horror and something akin to awe, and Shaw’s face had turned a shade of red that Charles would never have believed human skin capable of doing so before now, fingers clenching against his palms.

And okay, in retrospect, the moment when his entire academic future rested in Shaw’s hands might not have been the time to mock his sexual prowess, but the man had left himself open for it. That was hardly Charles’ fault.

“Then I hope you enjoy losing that golden ticket to Oxford, Xavier,” Shaw murmurs as he leans in, and Charles swears some spit hits him in the face. Erik deftly pulls Charles aside then, placing himself halfway between Shaw and Charles, the look on his face dangerous in a way that filled Charles with a heady anticipation, though for what he wasn’t sure of what yet. Erik, don’t be brave. I refuse to take you down with me.

Round 3, Charles is Erik's alpha

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PROMPT: (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4998094#t4998094) "Neither an alpha or omega knows for sure which they are until they meet their mate, but by using personality and a few other things, it's possible to make an educated guess. Charles has been raised to be a good omega all his life, partly because it's more seen as more 'proper' for a young man from a good family to be an omega (not like those rough, unseemly alphas.)

Erik, meanwhile, is a very typical alpha. Of course, like everybody else who hasn't met their mate yet, he doesn't really know yet, but given his personality and general propensity for kicking butt, taking names, and leaving a trail of disappointed would-be omegas in his wake, he's pretty sure.

Then, thanks to (event of author's choice,) Erik meets Charles. And realizes that Charles is his alpha."

Fill: "Meant For Each Other (For Certain)
22 parts so far, either down from the prompt link, or grouped together (with warnings for some parts) at the WIP thread (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/4172.html?thread=6198348#t6198348)

Continued from the part 23

Fill: Meant For Each Other (For Certain) pt. 23 [violence]

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Charles could feel Shaw sniffing out the bond between them. He saw it, not like Emma Frost, but still with the same curiosity, sudden surprise, and then, hunger. Charles saw it glaring from his face. Shaw was an energy feeder, a filthy vampire, and in his eyes the bond was mouthwatering.

Charles tried to stay calm and centered, keep his impressions to himself. Erik didn't need any excess emotions from him. He already drowned in his own rage, sliding down fast in the dark hole inside his mind. The bond was his lifeline, not the thing that would push him down.

Shaw looked at him from head to toe, weighing him out.

“I have to tell you Erik, your new master doesn't look like much. You should come back to me, I know how to satisfy your thirst for blood. Did you enjoy the carnage I arranged for you today?”

“If you have something to say, you can address me, not my mate,” Charles said coldly.

“Creating boundaries already, I like that,” Shaw said, smiling wider. “Erik has always needed a firm hand. Smack him around few times and you'll see. It makes all the difference.”

“I won't tolerate disparaging remarks either,” Charles said, walking a bit further in the room. Angel clung to Shaw's arm, and that way she functioned as a human shield. Charles separated her mental shape from his and what was left, was a distorted jumble of meaningless images. A tipped puzzle in a box.

Emma's mind flashed a warning to him. Charles returned an affirmative thought. Shaw had something that interfered with their abilities.

“Disparaging? How precious. You might've marked him, but I made him. I trained that bitch to behave before you were even old enough to know the difference between alphas and omegas. Trust me, he is whatever I want him to be.”

“Mind your language,” Charles said, calm and relaxed. Everyone in the room stared at him. Charles tasted the acid flavor of shame seeping through the bond, and he smoothed it over, willing Erik to ignore Shaw's words. They meant nothing.

“The warehouse. You were behind that attack. Why?” Erik asked suddenly. “What was the point? Amateurs with a few low-grade guns? I took them out in thirty seconds.”

“A little something for me to you. You haven't killed anyone since Argentina,” Shaw said. “And I wanted to see if you still drag these two with you. Azazel, stop that. Alex, do you mind?”

Azazel had slowly pushed Janos and Raven back, all the way to the big windows at the far end of the living room. Charles noticed how Azazel tensed when Alex walked around Shaw, standing closer to them. Maybe he knew the boy, or he knew to expect the worst. Shaw smirked, noticing the same.

“Did you already realize that you can't just teleport your little cutie out of here? It's interesting what you can buy from Vatican these days,” he said and took something from his pocket, a vial in a silver chain. He handed it to Angel who giggled pleased and slipped the chain around her neck.

Charles didn't know what it meant, but Azazel seemed to recognize the trinket. He stopped dead still, his eyes widening. Janos' mind turned into blind chaos of movement. Charles tugged Raven's mind reassuringly, and she in turn squeezed Janos' arm. Charles glanced at Azazel to signal him, forced Erik to focus on him and reached out to brush against Emma's mind.

"Keep this up and you will have a big problem in your hands," Charles said.

"You? Please."

"No. Her."

***

Emma saw the difference in Charles the second they walked in the hallway. The bond was fully formed and alive between them. It wasn't possible. That didn't happen, not that fast, not that perfect. Not without tampering.

Emma's skin crawled. If he would do that to his mate, what else he was ready to do? Erik stared at her as they passed her, his mouth quirking in disgust. Emma bit her tongue to keep her thoughts to herself. Charles' alpha nature was surfacing, and she didn't want to test his new instincts by riling Erik. Not in a time like this.

Charles-noncon

[(Anonymous)]

i saw a fic where Charles gets molested on the subway but i can't find it again, does this sound familiar to anyone? help!

Re: Charles-noncon

[(Anonymous)]

yep yep! It was posted on round 6. Here's the link to the entire thread:

http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=11304997#t11304997

[(Anonymous)]

okay, fuck. This was brilliant. But I'm a sucker for happy endings and this made me cry and left a hole in my chest and I kind of hate you for it. But nevertheless brilliantly written.

Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=4465102#t4465102

Erik wants a Jewish wedding.

Charles says, "Dry yourself off first. You're still wet from when I pulled you out of the sea."

FILL: To Life 1/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)

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Charles doesn’t even feel the cold as he tries not to stare, to project, to drool at the mutant -- Erik -- he’s just rescued from the ocean. After pulling them back onboard, Moira and Raven had hustled them to the nearest empty cabin and told them to dry off and warm up.

Now Erik is, oh god, stripping off that wetsuit and Charles feels like a stupid teenage boy again with no control, unable to tear his eyes away from the lean, hard body in front of him. A body that houses that perfect mind that Charles just wants to wrap himself up in and wallow in, because it fit, Erik’s mind fit Charles’s mind in a way he’d never encountered before and --

Erik turns to look at him, and Charles is caught. He blushes and gulps, hoping he can come up with a decent excuse for his shamelessness.

“I want a Jewish wedding,” Erik declares.

Charles snaps his mouth shut. “Dry yourself off first. You're still wet from when I pulled you out of the sea."

*****

Subsequent discussions reveal that Erik was entirely serious about his proposal. It’s a wish and a hope and a promise that Charles carries next to his heart for the next days, weeks, and months.

Until he’s standing on a beach in Cuba, the sun hot on his face, and Erik holds the fate of the world in his hands.

Charles is tired, he’s hurt, his shields are shot to hell from that damn coin, and he says the first thing that comes to mind:

“You promised me a Jewish wedding, you bloody bastard!”

Every eye on the beach turns to Charles. Erik looks utterly stunned.

"How are we supposed to get married if we are fugitives?" continues Charles furiously. “If you start a war? And how I am supposed to marry someone who doesn’t trust me? And what about the children?”

Charles figures, having come this far, its best to lay it all out on the table.

“... What children?” asks Erik.

“Well I assumed we’d adopt,” says Charles. “I was thinking two of each. We’d raise them Jewish of course. But all that’s off the table, I suppose. Since I can’t marry a mass-murderer who doesn’t trust me.”

“But I do trust you,” Erik protests, and it figures Erik would latch on to that, and conveniently ignore the mass-murderer thing.

“Dude, if you trust him, then why did you put on that freaky anti-telepath hat?” yells Sean from across the beach.

“And didn’t Shaw murder your mom? Why would you take his stuff? How could you possibly think that was a good idea?” asks Alex right after, since apparently Charles and Erik’s private business is up for discussion from the peanut gallery.

“Charles,” says Raven, walking up. “If you don’t want people to comment on your ‘private business’, then maybe you shouldn’t scream at each other in the middle of a warzone. And yes, you were projecting just now.”

Charles rubs his forehead. “Dammit Erik! Just drop the missiles so we can go home and have ridiculous amounts of sex and Raven and Alex and Sean and Hank can hold the chuppah at our wedding!”

The missiles fall into the ocean.

*****

Round 3, Gen, Team, Charles, Erik - What you wear says a lot

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3935950#t3935950

Everyone has noticed all the unnecessary metal zippers and thingamabobs on the XMFC version of the uniforms, right?

Personal head!canon says that this was done on purpose, to give Erik a way to help everyone if they get in danger by yanking them away or lifting them, etc. Basically a big honking sign of trust and teamwork.

Post-divorce, the X-Men now have new uniforms with absolutely no metal anywhere.




Erik doesn't even ask Hank to do it, so it’s surprising to him when he’s evaluating his team how much of their outfits are just unnecessary and flashy. It’s only once they’re all in the plane that it strikes him that all the things that he had dismissed as random zippers and unneeded buttons are all made of pure metal and they sing in his mind. Erik looks sharply at Hank, but he doesn't even know if Hank is aware of that. The man is focused on the plane, as he well should be. Charles gives him a slightly confused glance at his sharp movement, but he says nothing.

He has always felt that the children trusted him but to see it laid out so blatantly was… new. Erik isn't sure how he feels about this.

He leaves Charles on a beach in Cuba and Mystique tears off her outfit and disappears down the hall once they arrive in a house that neither of them know. The metal hits the ground, the feel of it resonating through his bones.

He had seen Hank’s face as he left and he knows that the next outfits will not include any unnecessary metal. The thought of it hurts him and he now knows what he felt about it being included in the first place.

(He is both right and wrong. The next outfits don’t include any metal at all.)

Re: Round 3, Gen, Team, Charles, Erik - What you wear says a lot

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Ooh, that last bit hurts, with Erik just thinking they won't want his aid, but instead they don't trust him at all. :(

[(Anonymous)]

well, where is the epilogue

Azazel/Charles AU (some elements of D/´s)

[(Anonymous)]

This is a repost

Azazel and Charles have been in a secret relationship since Charles started uni. Charles doesn't know about the Hellfire Club, but he gradually starts to suspect and argues with Azazel/starts trying to follow him to meetings.

Azazel catches him and BAMFs him back to Oxford (Charles's control over his powers isn't fully developed yet, so he's not as good at stealth). Where things go from there is up to anon. Does Charles convince Azazel to leave Hellfire in the end? Do they face one another on the battlefield?

Bonus points for:
1. Age difference kink
2. Elements of D/s (and Azazel, after BAMFing Charles back to Oxford, chiding him because he's not going to get a lot of sleep before an early tutorial)
3. Some light spanking with role playClub, but he gradually starts to suspect and argues with Azazel/starts trying to follow him to meetings.

So yeah, i know this is a rare pairing, but I love Azazel, he gets so little love around here :(

If this gets filled, I would like for Azazel to be kind and loving please. But do as you want, any kind of fill would be amazing!!!