ROUND ONE: Unfilled and Overflow
ROUND ONE
OVERFLOW AND UNFILLED PROMPTS POST
DO NOT post prompts here. This is NOT an active Round.
DO NOT post Fills or Updates here if they AREN'T for Round One prompts.
If you want to CONTINUE UPDATING a WIP:1) Make a new comment, copy the original prompt's Subject Line (add any pairings, kinks and warnings that may be missing) followed by ( Read more... )
OVERFLOW AND UNFILLED PROMPTS POST
DO NOT post prompts here. This is NOT an active Round.
DO NOT post Fills or Updates here if they AREN'T for Round One prompts.
If you want to CONTINUE UPDATING a WIP:1) Make a new comment, copy the original prompt's Subject Line (add any pairings, kinks and warnings that may be missing) followed by ( Read more... )
‘How did you know what I would do?’ Erik asked, trying to move on Charles’ train of thought.
‘I know everything about you.’ Charles said simply. ‘Everything.’ He released a little sigh of breath and straightened his thin shoulders. ‘I would like to get out now.’
Erik stood up and checked outside the bathroom door to find a set of white and blue striped pyjamas for Charles to wear. He brought them back inside and placed them on the edge of the bath.
‘Helmet goes back on.’ Charles insisted, wagging his finger at Erik until he nodded. The washcloth was flattened between Charles’ hands and spread out onto his bald head, covering up his twin surgery scars. ‘Keeping brain to myself.’
‘Why can you be around me, then?’ Erik asked.
‘I already know you.’ Charles said. ‘And you’re a good man.’
‘I’m not a good man.’ Erik said. He looked towards the door and gave a little sigh. ‘But I’ve got good men with me, and that’s a start.’
The process to get Charles out of the bathtub was particularly difficult, made no easier but Charles’ moods changing instantly, from being helpful to angry and stubborn.
After half an hour or so, Charles was dressed in warm flannel and sitting upright in his wheelchair. His stomach made a growling noise that Charles tried to imitate.
What struck Erik most besides the sheer power Charles possessed was his receptiveness to psychic suggestion. When he got impatient with Charles’ stubborn refusal to move, Erik yelled at him internally and the other man would acquiesce. Erik absently thought how tired his was and Charles yawned.
Erik collected the abandoned cape and tucked it under his arm while Charles wiggled his fingers in the direction of the metal helmet. After confirming that Charles wanted the helmet to block his telepathy, Erik slid it down over his shaved skull, levitated the wheelchair downstairs and brought Charles into the kitchen. While everyone else was occupied, Emma had obviously taken the stolen car into town and bought some of the basics. Hank was slicing ham for some sandwiches but stopped when Erik entered.
Charles grumpily crossed his arms and scowled at Emma when she offered him a sandwich. The young scientist put down the knife and approached Erik.
‘Magneto, I need to talk to you.’
Erik turned to him, levelling Hank with a steady stare.
‘It’s about Charles’ legs.’
Reply
I love it and oh poor poor crazy charles is so amazing, can't wait to read more and what's with is legs? what does teddy wanna say pleasecontinuesoooooooooon D=
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Pffft so sneaky. not that I mind.
And I'm glad to see another update. ..I should probably just say that every time you update my heart rate goes up and I squeal a bit while flailing in my chair like a little school girl. jfkdls.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment