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

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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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Heat - Part 28

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: Just a short one for now. But OHMIGOD we are so close to the end! So close! *jumps up and down in excitement* I almost can't believe it! Thanks so much for sticking with me along the way! *hugs*

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Charles shoved against the car door for what had to be the hundredth time in the past five minutes, his face red with frustration. All his exertions were for naught; however hard he tried he could not get out of the car. Erik had done far too good a job of sealing him in, it seemed.

Grimacing, Charles turned around. He had tried each of the car doors in succession, even clambering ungracefully into the back of the car, but with no success. Erik had sealed all of the car doors, effectively trapping Charles inside. Sighing, Charles ran a hand through his hair. There was only one thing for it.

Carefully pulling off his jacket, Charles then proceeded to wrap it carefully around his right arm. Then, grimacing, he shuffled over to the left of the car before bringing his right foot up.

‘Here goes nothing,’ he muttered, before angling his foot and shoving it through the glass of the window.

The sound of the smash made him cringe and he was glad that he had covered his face with his jacket-protected arm when, upon moving, he saw the slivers of glass fall from his arm to the ground. Grunting, he then reached out with the same arm and quickly proceeded to push away the remaining glass stuck in the window, clearing it away as quickly and efficiently as possible, hoping all the while that no one had heard the smash and would come to investigate. He was sure that he could handle it but right now he really didn’t care to; there were far more important things on his mind. Erik, for instance.

Having finally cleared the remaining glass from the window, he gingerly stuck his head through and then, with a great deal of wiggling and muffled cursing, passed the rest of his body through the gap. He cursed a great deal louder when he finally fell through the window, collapsing on his front and skinning his palms on the hard, dry ground. However, he was far too relieved to have finally escaped his metal prison to feel put out for too long; a moment later and he was back on his feet, dusting himself off and glancing around. Seeing nobody in the vicinity, he finally straightened up with a sigh.

Erik had taken off away from the road, turning sharply away from the main track and heading away from the lights. Charles’s jaw tightened grimly. He had seen Erik’s face and – more importantly – he had been in Erik’s mind, if only briefly, before he’d been expelled from it. He knew that Erik had been frightened – more than that, terrified, and that the vast majority of that fear was not for himself but for Charles. He had left because of Charles, gone off away from people and safety because of Charles.

Charles let out a breath. He couldn’t let Erik go after that. Not that he had actually ever planned to but Erik’s actions had made his resolve all that much firmer.

Erik had seen Shaw. That much was certain. It could be no one else. Charles was only connecting the dots now, having been too surprised and panicked to have realised it when faced with Erik’s parting words. He cursed himself now for not having looked around, for not having seen Shaw for himself, for having not done something when he had the chance. Now Erik was all alone, god knows where, probably fighting for his life against a certified maniac –

Charles clenched his fists. He took another glance around him. There was still no one there. He shut his eyes briefly and breathed in the cold night air.

Then, with a grim smile, he turned and ran, following on the footsteps of the man he loved and hoping desperately that he would still be in time.







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Re: Heat - Part 28

[renuki.livejournal.com]

*returns the hug* You are welcome. :D

*cheers* Charles has escape, now run! RUN! *flails a bit in worry for Erik*

Re: Heat - Part 28

[(Anonymous)]

He's running, he's running! :)

The next parts are up now. Not long to go! xx