round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

EXAMPLE:
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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Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.26

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“I had this fling back in a day, around the First Crusade. I tried to leave, and the woman came up with that stuff to keep me around. Didn't end well,” Azazel said and went to Janos, who stared at him coldly. “Of course she was a maggot compared to you, beloved,” he added hurriedly, leaning to kiss him. Janos allowed it, but didn't reciprocate. Instead he gestured at the girl, and Azazel picked her up from his lap like she weighted nothing.

“I'll take them to New York. If Shaw has more crew in Miami, they are not safe here.”

“Do as you like,” Erik said and crouched down to turn Shaw's pockets. Azazel walked past him, and wrapped his tail around Charles arm. He muttered something in a disapproving tone but Erik didn't care. He vanished with a snap.

The pockets were mostly empty, expect for one object, made of some metal he didn't recognize. It looked like a tangled necklace, links of chain over and around small beads. He held it out to Emma.

“Feel like anything to you?”

She concentrated.

“It scrambles your thoughts. I can see the shape of your mind, but it's all nonsense. Can I?”

Erik closed his hand around the thing.

“No. I think I'll hold on to this.”

***

Charles woke up at the Emergency room when they stuck a needle in his arm. He tried to fight it, but the sedatives pushed him back to the unconsciousness. When he woke up again, he was in the ward. Raven sat next to his bed, reading something. Charles looked at the IV drip in his arm. He knew it was pointless. There was no cure for the slashed bond, nothing they could stitch up or plaster together.

And the drugs couldn't hide the truth. He had something gruesomely broken inside him, the jagged edges grinding against his flesh. He felt it. A gaping wound in his flesh, his heart exposed and pulled out, flopping wetly against his ribcage. With every inhale he felt it more clearly, how his heart beat outside his body. He clawed his chest in desperate attempt to push the red, pulsing mass back inside.

"Please, calm down. It's not real, your chest is fine," Raven said. "Nurse! Nurse, get in here!"

After that they gave him different drugs, stuff that made him drowsy. The days started to mix together, so he never knew if it was a morning or an evening when he woke up for a short moment, before sleeping again. Raven was there every time he opened his eyes. After one foggy nap, she told him they were back in the Mansion. Charles didn't recognize the room and he told that to Raven. She smiled. She looked tired and sad.

"Yes you do, it's been awhile since we've been here, that's all. When you feel a bit better, we can fly home to England."

"I'm fine," he said and tried to sat up. His hands didn't move and he flopped back against the pillow. "Raven? What's this?"

"You've been restless again. The night nurse strapped you down so you don't hurt yourself."

"Oh. I don't remember."

Raven held his hand, squeezing his fingers. Her mind was like a rainy afternoon, bleak and gray.

"I'm feeling better now," he said. That sounded like a right thing to say.

"That's good. Let's see how you feel tomorrow."

***

Erik looked himself in the mirror. His chest was whole, same skin and muscle as always. Still he couldn't shake the feeling that something had cracked inside. He looked closer. No marks or scratches. He touched his chest. It was all normal in the mirror, his eyes told him that there was nothing out of place. He pushed his chest and he could feel his fingers sink inside the flesh with a loud squish. That wasn't possible. He pulled his hand away. His fingers felt wet, but there was no blood anywhere.

“You know the wound won't disappear on its own, don't you? It only gets worse,” Azazel said from the door. He dried his hands into a towel, sleeves turned up. “Until you go back to your mate.”

“How's Janos?” Erik asked, without turning his eyes from the mirror.

“Healing. There will be scars. He isn't thrilled about it.”

“He'll learn to live with them,” Erik said. “We all do.”

Azazel scoffed, shaking his head at him. “You are a fool.”

Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.26

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Erik's just so detached here and it hurts just a bit. But I know why he's doing it, after years of being alone and not having an alpha.