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.

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

--- Link to the fill
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--- 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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FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 158/?

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

“Like what?” Erik asks, intrigued despite himself, and waits while Charles thinks, head tilting slowly to the side until his ear is resting on his hand instead of his chin, then slipping his hand out from under so that it’s resting directly on Erik’s chest, rising and falling with his breath. He tries to make his breathing gentler, a smoother inhale and exhale, so it doesn’t jostle him too much.

“Maybe you could set up councils, or committees, for human concerns?” Charles says slowly, as though he’s feeling out the edges of the idea, still exploring its tangled corners to check for holes, like an unknown pocket, picking out the lint to see what’s inside. “You have mutant-specific offices. What if there were human-specific ones?”

Erik only just stops himself from shrugging. “The mutant offices are there to fill special needs mutants have on top of the regular infrastructure. Humans don’t have those additional needs, which is why they don’t get offices.”

“Well, I don’t need tea, but I am happier when I have it,” and Charles smiles, small and sleepy. “As well you know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” The smile deepens, is hidden behind a hand that comes up to rub at Charles’ eyes. “Just - you don’t get anything for nothing, Erik. You have to put in raw materials to get a finished product. If you put in goodwill you might find you get goodwill back, and more of it.”

“More likely they’ll look at an offered hand and cut it off,” he mutters, but he knows better than to just ignore Charles’ advice. Even if he disagrees, it often helps him think in a new direction that he might not have found on his own. “I’ll think about it.” Grudgingly, perhaps, but he’ll do it.

Charles shifts again, reaches down for the bedclothes and drags them higher, up over the both of them and in close, patting them into place and letting his hand fall back to Erik, fingers curling against the skin and tingling pleasantly. “Good. Now go back to sleep,” he murmurs, and soon enough he’s snoring quietly, lax and heavy overlapping Erik, using him for a pillow. It takes Erik a while longer to fall under himself, but he manages it eventually, and dreams of rocking side to side in their little boat, surrounded by the creak of boards and the snap of sails, and absolutely nobody else.



LV

“Bah,” says Kurt.

Erik looks up from his work at the table to see the baby staring at him from where he’s been laid on his back on his mat on the floor, eyes wide and a hand mashed into his mouth as though he’s going to eat it. Just as often it’s his tail that gets gummed at; any and all appendages seem to be of interest, something Erik does not really understand. At four months old Kurt is much more mobile than he had been at first, and more often awake, though as of yet he doesn’t seem to really - do much.

“Oooo,” Kurt says around his fingers, and he’s still staring at Erik, waiting for a response.

“I’m working,” Erik says, then feels stupid for trying to hold a conversation with an infant. It’s not as though Kurt is going to tell him he understands and find something else to do other than try for the world record in not blinking. “Your Mama will be back eventually, or Charles will play with you when he’s done with his bath.”

This earns him a derisive sneeze, which leaves the baby’s face covered in sticky green snot. “Uh,” says Kurt, and reaches for it with curious fingers.

“Alright, no,” and before he even realises he’s moving Erik is up out of his chair and tugging his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe up the mess before it can make its way anywhere else, most probably into that toothless mouth. “You’re disgusting,” he says as he kneels beside the mat and folds the handkerchief to find a clean spot to wipe again, trying not to scrub too hard. Kurt just laughs and grabs for the handkerchief, which Erik twitches out of his reach quickly.

The thing is, Erik really does love this baby, even if he doesn’t really understand babies, but… it’s just, Charles spends so much time looking after him, or with him and Raven, or talking about what Kurt did today, and Erik is maybe feeling a little… displaced?