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round 3 overflow post

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")
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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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“Actually, I don’t think Charles is going have to worry about Oxford at all, since you’re reasons for expelling him are based entirely on false pretenses,” Hank explains as he saunters over to them, Alex, Armando, Sean, and the rest all lined up behind him and twisting around until they circled Shaw, Ms. McTaggert forming the end of the other line. Emma is nowhere in sight, but hopefully there will be enough evidence in his favor even without her admitting to all the rumors she’d spread. “You see, I never actually slept with Charles, either at school or at Sean’s house.”

“Neither did I, he just helped with my math homework,” Alex tells Shaw with a bright smile, one hand clasped around Darwin’s waist. Darwin confirms the same with a quick nod, fingers gazing down at Alex with the same sort of fondness one normally only found in old married couples. It would be sickening if Charles didn’t know exactly how the other boy felt, his own eyes lingering on Erik for a moment as he heard Betsy and Bobby and Angel all confirm that they had never so much as touched Charles while on school grounds.

“Nah man, I didn’t sleep with Charles, he’s not really mature enough for my tastes,” Sean answers with a quick glance at Ms. McTaggert, and then he does something with his mouth that Charles is pretty sure is supposed to be sexy, but looks more like a fish gasping its last breath. So much for maturity.

“Like I would ever touch him,” Janos mutters sulkily, gaze locked on his own reflection in his patent leather shoes. St. John, agrees just as readily that he never slept with Charles, though John’s wink at the end of implies that he would’ve if Charles had been willing. If the bleacher closest to St. John trembles in response, no one says anything about it.

Fred explains that he'd lied with a fearful urgency that seemed more suited to someone accused of murder. Charles glanced over at Erik in a look that he meant to be disapproving, but doesn’t quite manage anything but amused. He kept me from flackzi, Charles. There was no room for mercy.

Charles tries to keep his expression contrite, but the snort of laughter that follows kind of ruins the image. Shaw’s nostrils flare in annoyance, and before Charles can so much as breathe, the man has grabbed him by the shoulders, grip tight enough that Charles is positive he’ll wake up with black and purple handprints as shoulder pads tomorrow. “Do you think this is funny, Xavier? Because your clients little confessions haven’t exactly convinced me of your innocence.”

Charles lets out a deep breath and glances at Erik, who is shaking with rage, the light fixtures behind him pointing toward Shaw and slowly pulling free from the cords. But before Erik could move the lights an inch, Ms. McTaggert had grabbed Shaw by the backs oh his arms, pulling him with a shocking ease.

Apparently all those rumors about her being former CIA might have had some truth in them after all.

“You do not touch students that way, principal Shaw, no matter what you might think of their extracurricular activities,” Ms. McTaggert snarls at him, gaze so cold that Shaw actually looked a way for a second, though his mask of gentility is back in place when he meets her gaze again. “Charles has been a model student outside of the last few weeks, as are most of these kids. I see no reason to doubt them when they say this was an extremely distasteful, but ultimately harmless scheme.”

Shaw doesn’t look cowed in the least however, the smile he gives Moira tinged with both pity and condescension. “I can see why you’d fall for his lies, Charles has his charms and you are only human. But there are clearly rumors about this young man that I’ve heard that you haven’t been privy to, Ms. McTaggert. Miss Frost-“

“Has told you nothing but lies, and you can't exactly use rumors as a reason for my expulsion. And if you try, well there's always the court,” Charles interrupts, leaning over and giving Shaw his best imitation of Erik's psychotic smirk. It didn't seem to have quite the same effect, since Shaw just blinked at him owlishly, obviously not quite getting the point yet. "And while the school board usually wins in cases like this, do you really think any lawyers the state can hire can match up to the ones the Xavier's have under employment, especially given that your case is based entirely on heresy?"

Shaw blanches at him, but a defeated look entered his gaze, body seeming to sag into itself. Charles swears that for a second he looks a decade older, but that passes as he smiles on Charles, expression barely masking the obvious rage bubbling against the surface. "How about this Charles, I give you a week of detention and we forget the past two weeks ever happened."

Charles glances back at Erik, trying to gage if that would be acceptable,, or if his boyfriend needed more immediate revenge. Erik nods his acquiescence, and Charles turns back to Shaw and considers the offer one last time. It is fair he supposes, since he and Alex did bang up those lockers quite a bit, and God knows how much property damage Erik has caused in his name over the past two weeks. "I think that seems fair enough to keep us out of court-"

"He's going to be in court anyway, so save your breath, Charles," Emma calls, sauntering in seemingly out of nowhere, flanked by two cops. Things suddenly seemed even more serious than they only seconds ago, though Charles doesn’t quite know what Emma’s game is here.

Don’t look so nervous, Xavier, they’re here for Principal Shaw, not you. As if my revenge would be so petty. Charles glances over at the principal then and finds that man has gone pale, beads of sweat forming at his temples and his mask of politeness cracking with lines of rage and terror. “You see, Mr. Shaw has been sexually harassing me since the beginning of the school year, and it has come to my attention that he's recently started doing the same to Charles here.”

“You have no proof! Look officers, the two of them have always been… troubled, and-“ Shaw doesn’t bother finishing his sentence when Emma holds up her IPhone, smirk cold as the sounds of Shaw’s carefully worded threats to Charles from two weeks ago echoed across the room, Erik’s grip on his wrist growing tighter with every passing word. Charles runs his fingers feather soft along Erik’s arm, and some of the tension slipped from Erik, though tendrils of rage and hopelessness still clung to his mind.

“I thought you mind try and use your silver tongue to get yourself out of this, so I took the liberty of recording all of your conversations with Charles and myself over the past few weeks, and I think you’ll find that I’ll have more than enough evidence, for sexual harassment. Also, I’m still a minor, so I’m sure there will be other charges they can apply to your sentencing,” Emma explains sweetly, the smile she gave Shaw brittle and full of a hatred that ran far deeper than anything Charles has felt before.

Suddenly, Emma seems more human, more vulnerable. Save your pity for someone who’s interested, Xavier. I’m going to be fine.. “Bet you regret asking me to be your student assistant this year.”

“Trust me when I say that I will make you suffer for this, you malcontented-“ Shaw’s gaze goes blank and his mouth falls shut, letting the two officers lead him outside without a word. Emma glances at him in surprise and Charles shrugs ruefully at her. He’s heard enough vile spewed from that man to last a lifetime, no reason to let it him have the last word too.

When Shaw is finally escorted out of the building and Ms. McTaggert trying to explain to the rest of the student body what exactly they’d just witnessed without actually saying that their principal was a creepy pervert, Charles slumps against Erik, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. “I have to admit, that was a bit anticlimactic. I thought you’d at least get to punch him one time.”

That's what the trial's for, Charles," Erik whispers before leaning down and brushing his lips against Charles' own, the last of his rage melting against Charles' tongue. Erik pulls back after a second, fingers coming up to brush against Charles' jaw, gaze almost unbearably fond. "For right now, let's just be happy."

Happy, it turns out, would be the theme of the rest of the senior year. Though, there was some punching before the year was out, and not all of it by Erik.

(OOC: Sorry for the ridiculously long wait on this, everyone. RL has been difficult and I dropped the ball. There will be one more section of epilogue, that can be best be described as "Erik and Charles being bamf and happy".)

It was worth the wait. =]

YAY! this part was awesome! ^_^ I love how Emma had recorded everything on her iphone, and i love how cool Moira was! :D I'm looking forward to the epilogue! :D

Epilogue!!!! pleasepleaseplease!!! D: I really need some smut after all that wonderful fluff and angst!

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round 3 overflow post

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

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

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

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

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

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