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...

Comments

Opening Gambit 1c/1 (Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse AU, warning: dubcon)

[(Anonymous)]

He would be glad, once the dust settled, that what happened next unfolded in his private chambers rather than in the public areas of the Brotherhood's Genoshan headquarters, but he himself only recalled it in a jumble of images and sounds: Mystique's face paling into a cerulean hue, Charles croaking out Raven as if he'd been punched in the stomach, Mystique screaming take it off, take the collar off in Erik's face, the suppressor collar skittering across the floor as Mystique wrenched it off Charles and kicked it away. Before he knew it, Mystique and Charles were wrapped around each other in a tight embrace, her blue skin standing out starkly against Charles's complexion and the neutral shades he favoured.

"I never stopped looking for you," Mystique wept into his shoulder, mindless of the wet stain spreading across Charles's shirt.

"Shaw said he'll kill you if I tried to make contact," Charles choked out, tears falling into Mystique's hair. He frowned, slightly. "Wait, why are you naked?"

"Oh, Charles," Mystique half-laughed, half-sobbed. "I'm so glad you're--"

She abruptly stopped, jerked away, and spun around on her heels to face Erik. "You-- you fucked my brother?"

Erik started to back away, realised how it would look, and stood his ground. "Mystique, nothing I did was anything less than what any alpha in my situation would do. I won him fair and--"

"What's fair about turning my brother into your fucktoy? He's a fucking professor of genetics, not some omega debutant brought up to be barefoot and pregnant."

"Raven--"

"Shut up, Charles."

"Are you challenging me now, Mystique? Truly? Very well, then--"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't beat the shit out of you--"

"Raven!"

"What, Charles?"

Charles laid a hand on Raven's arm and squeezed lightly. He looked, Erik realised, utterly unlike the docile creature who inhabited Erik's bed and obeyed every order with nary a murmur. He pulled Raven's unresisting hand towards him and placed it on his stomach.

"I don't think it would be very diplomatic of you," Charles said, "to murder the father of your unborn niece. Or nephew, but I have a good feeling it's going to be a girl."

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That night, Erik avoided Mystique's furious, judging eyes and Charles's carefully opaque countenance by escaping to the small, badly-maintained library for the research he should have done when Charles fell into his hands. He found what he was looking for in a popular science magazine several years out of date: an article on the omega estrous cycle, breezily and badly written.

The cycle triggered by the new alpha offers several evolutionary advantages, he read. First, the alpha is less likely to kill or reject the omega outright, leaving him or her vulnerable. Second, pregnancy strengthens the new bond. An alpha instinctively seeks to protect his or her pregnant omega and the child the omega carries. This also has the added benefit of drawing the alpha's attention away from any children sired by the omega's previous alpha, lessening the likelihood of hostility and violence.

Erik tore the article out of the magazine and carried it back to his bedroom, which was conspicuously empty of Charles. He felt his mouth twist -- Raven had insisted, loudly, that Charles live with her for the time being, but he noticed that Charles didn't make more than a token protest. Then again, he supposed that with Raven being an alpha, Charles was used to following orders issued by his sister. He wondered if they were close as children, if they had other siblings. He didn't even know their surname.

He slept badly that night, restless dreams chasing him into wakefulness. His mood wasn't improved when he strode into the room that served as his private chambers to see Raven and Charles curled together on the rococo chaise longue, Charles's head pillowed on Raven's lap.

She scowled at Erik. Again. "We're only here because Charles is your omega--" she snapped out the word "--by law."