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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...

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From: (Anonymous)

The water was freezing, but he barely noticed, his entire mind focused on honing in on the roiling anger that was Erik. Closer and closer, down and down and then he was latching onto the man.

Erik struggled in his grip and Charles couldn’t hold on, so he reached out into the man’s tattered mind, calling desperately, You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. He tried to sooth the diamond shorn edges of Erik’s mind. I know what this means to you, you have to believe that I do, but you're going to die. Please! Erik, calm you mind.

Charles had just accepted the possibility that he would drown here with Erik, when the man abruptly released his hold on the submarine allowing the pair to bob to the surface. Charles gasped for breath and clung to Erik’s arms, not trusting the man to return to his insane task.

“Who are you?” Erik snarled breathlessly.

“My name is Charles Xavier,” Charles said.

“You were in my head! How did you do that?” Suspicion. Charles understood. How could he not? Still, he tried to smile over the noise in Erik’s head. Focus. He needed to focus.

“You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind!” He knew he was begging at the end, but how could he not? Erik was overwhelming. Alive, but overwhelming. Charles projected calm as best he could. He needed to think.

“I thought I was alone.” The man’s voice was overlaid in Charles’ mind with that of terrified little boy.

“You're not alone. Erik, you're not alone,” Charles said. It was a promise. It was a fact.

Neither of them was alone anymore.

From:

lazul.livejournal.com

(I hope I am replying properly, I hardly ever comment on LJ)
I am so glad you decided to give us an ending, even if it just leaves me wanting more! I really do hope that inspiration hits again some time and that we will get to see even just a little bit of the interactions between these two.

From: (Anonymous)

(You're replying just fine, actually. No worries.)

I'm happy you liked this even though it really is just a tease, I felt it was the least I could do after leaving everyone hanging for so long.

In a few months, depending on how my other projects are going, I think I'll watch First Class again and see if I can find some inspiration. In the meantime, thank you for reading!

From:

elisera.livejournal.com

Thank you for this! You've given Charles hope again and me an ending that brings a beginning with it, so sincerely, thank you.

From: (Anonymous)

Your welcome! I'm glad the ending is somewhat satisfying for you.

From: (Anonymous)

Ah, thank you for bringing this to a somewhat hopeful end. They still have a lot to go through but at least they have found each other. Thank you nonnie, this has been such an emotional journey for me.

From: (Anonymous)

Your welcome, I'm glad I was able to find a decent ending place. Charles and Erik still have a long way to go, but the future is bright for them. Thank you for sticking around long enough to get to this point.

From:

unforgotten.livejournal.com

I recced this last night and then realized this morning that I never commented on it (actually it's possible that I commented anon while it was being written, but I don't recall for sure). Anyway, just wanted to tell you how much I love this fic - it's so devastating and so real - and that I really hope you come back to it someday. I'd really like to see where you'd go from this stopping point (I appreciate that you went to the trouble of finding a stopping point, but oh man, WHAT an open ending!!!!)

From: (Anonymous)

Hey. Unfortunately, at this point it still looks like this fic will remain unfinished. I don't really like the idea of just leaving this fic here to languish, since I am pretty proud of it despite the fact that it isn't finished. For this reason I will be uploading this fic to the Anonymous collection on AO3.

Here's to the link to that: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1336198

Sorry to leave you all hanging, but I hope you've enjoyed what I was able to write.

Best wishes!

-Author Anon