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: Into His Arms pt. 22

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“Five more minutes,” he muttered. Moira leaned back on her chair and folded her hands on her lap. Charles watched her over Erik's chest. Moira felt so tired that she wished she could lay down with them and take a nap. The room was quiet, the sun streaming down the polished floor and white walls. She thought about the clips on the television and that made her want to cry all over again.

“Tell me how you met,” Moira asked, trying to think something else. “The way Erik tells it, you appeared to his office out of nowhere.”

"I have a mansion in Westchester. Nobody has lived there for two decades and I wanted to restore it. His team was recommended to me,” Charles started, looking at her. “And I wanted to meet him in person, to see if he would see the project like I do.”

“Ah. That's why you were there.”

“Yes. I passed the place twice because I didn't realize that his offices were part of the carpenter's workshop. I was about to leave, but I liked the writing desk the carpenter worked on and I went inside to take a look. One workman walked in the shop and called him down for some reason. I turned around and he stood there." He closed his eyes, looking back into that moment. “Everything went quiet. Focused.” He opened his eyes. Moira nodded. She knew what he meant.

“I was happy, elated. But he wasn't,” Charles continued. “His first thought was you. Then he said I should leave and I didn't realize until I was in the car, and driving out of the town that I didn't want to do that. It hurt to leave, but at the same time it felt so perfect to do what he asked.”

“I'm right here,” Erik said without opening his eyes. “I can hear you.”

“I know,” Moira said. “You should listen to this too. When you came for the dinner, what did you expected?”

Charles was silent for a long moment, thinking carefully. Moira waited, watching him search for the right words. He didn't take her question lightly, and she appreciated that. It was important.

“I wanted to meet you, because you were important to him. I hoped he would let me stay for a while. Let me in. I don't think that is possible anymore.”

Erik opened his eyes and turned to him. “Why not? Are you giving up?”

“I don't want to, but it's safer for you if I do,” Charles said and sat up, brushing his hand through his hair. “The media got a whiff of this and it can turn ugly very fast.”

Erik sat up quickly and Moira reached for the call button, when the door opened and Raven came in. She closed the door behind her and leaned on it. Charles stood up, standing next to the bed. Moira stood up too, holding Erik's hand.

“What happened?”

”Looks good. I talked with the hospital security. There hasn't been anything out of ordinary today. No calls, no reporters, nothing. I alerted your security team, but they hold back for now. We shouldn't draw attention here.”

“And the news feeds?” Charles asked, starting to look for his shoes.

“The PR team will spread conflicting stories and I called in some favors. There will be all kinds of high-profile shenanigans today. The anonymous claim will end up looking like another prank and with a bit of luck, the story will fall apart before ten o'clock news. You might get slighted, but their names will stay out of the headlines.”

“The people here know that you are here, the work crew saw you,” Moira said. “They are our friends, but I know they will talk. It's inevitable, isn't it? We'll end up in the news, if not now, then some other day.”

“I took care of that too,” Raven said and handed Charles his jacket. He pulled it on, smoothing his hand down. The gray wool didn't have a wrinkle on it.

”What did you do to my crew?” Erik asked, his voice tense. Moira rested her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.