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

Heat - Part 29c

[(Anonymous)]

His forethought was rewarded when Shaw, distracted by the first two metal shots, only narrowly managed to avoid the third and was unable to escape the last, which ploughed into him with the force of a battering ram. While it did no real damage to him, the metal boulder did manage to shove Shaw back, upsetting his balance and driving him off his feet. Erik felt a surge of triumph at that, his satisfaction only growing when he saw Shaw clamber to his feet with a scowl on his face.

‘Well,’ Shaw coughed, dusting himself off and trying to hide his irritation. ‘Looks like you scored a point there.’ He straightened up and raised an eyebrow. ‘Care to come a bit closer and try that again?’

Erik gritted his teeth. Tempted though he was, he knew that to approach Shaw would be folly.

Shaw saw that Erik had no intention of engaging him in close combat and snorted.

‘I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed,’ he said, huffing out a laugh. ‘You have finally learnt to not go barrelling thoughtlessly into impossible situations. Congratulations, Erik, you have learned restraint. Although the lesson seems to have struck home a bit too late, yes?’

Erik snarled at that but still didn’t move, his whole body alert and tense. He was waiting to see what Shaw would do next.

Shaw sighed.

‘My turn, is it?’ he asked dryly. ‘Very well.’

And with that he stalked over to the nearest pile of metal scrap and, seizing hold of what appeared to be an industrial-sized freezer, picked it up and lifted it as if it weighed nothing more than a loaf of bread.

‘Here,’ Shaw said, smiling. ‘Catch.’

And he flung the freezer towards Erik.






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