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Just Like This 1/?

[anonymous]

Filling so hard. Mind the difference in that Charles isn’t paralyzed. Because writing a fic about him having sex but not being able to move his legs squicks me out.

His back is on fire, his mind wracked with the pain of everyone on the island, his body still tense and screaming from earlier exertion and the ghost of Shaw’s death still in his head, and Charles is still holding on.

His gloves hands are tight on Erik's shoulders, and all he can do is stare into his eyes, pleading, asking, why Erik why you did this why you were the better man Erik why did you kill him please why.

It's as much as he can do to just find some solace, find some shelter, to keep himself awake, because all of this is killing him and he cannot die.

Erik stares down at him, all wordless apologies and silent prayers. He didn't deserve Charles before this, there is no way he deserves him now.

So selfless.

So perfect.

And he ruined it.

Erik is not stupid. Years of Shaw's torture, and he learned.

It will be nothing short of a miracle if Charles could walk again.

And he caused it.

Erik is cursing the world, cursing Shaw, cursing himself, tears welling in his eyes, teeth gritting, and he can only gasp out his words.

"I want you by my side."

Lying on a beach, in the sand, in the middle of November, the only warmth Charles has is Erik, holding him close and crying. He wants to take off that helmet, to wrap himself in his mind, to fill Erik up with only him, Charles, there, everywhere. He doesn't want tears anymore.

Shaw is dead. Erik is a murderer, but he is an avenger.

The war has been averted. They did their job.

All he wants his Erik. They won. This isn't supposed to end tragically.

Where is their happy ending.

Charles looks up at him, his eyes soaked, his body broiling, and he says, "So do I."

But not like this.

Azazel didn't care from the beginning who's side he was on. He wanted to win, was all, and so he did all of his duties with a noncommittal, grim satisfaction. Erik's request to take Charles to a hospital was understandable, and it had no repercussions he could think of. After everyone was delivered safe and sound--the good one, Xavier, he had passed out by then--Angel scowled at who could've been their leader and left with Azazel to find a new place to stay.

So, noncommittally, Azazel took her hand in his, watched as the humans rushed to help the one who looked as one of their own, scoffed, and then they were gone.

Re: Just Like This 1/?

[anonymous]

writing a fic about him having sex but not being able to move his legs squicks me out. :( Charles' disability isn't gross.