First Big Bang ever - ART
Submission for xmenbigbang
Art for illiadeum
Title: He who is the keeper of my soul
Notes:
I never imagined I would art that much, but I couldn't stop!
Check the story, it's amazing: action, romance, you'll find everything you want.
I started drawing based on the outline, since the fic wasn't finished. If you find any discrepancy between the art and the fic, that is the reason. Big pics are my main pics, done in different styles, the other are doodles done quickly that I added later. They're much bigger than they look, so don't hesitate to click on them to see a bigger version.
Most of the pics are safe, and the two NSFW ones are linked, so don't be afraid to look at this post wherever you are :)
I hope you enjoy both the art and the fic, and send all your love to the lovely illiadeum
Chapter 1
Then it doesn’t feel like anything at all, and he’s falling forward and his hands go out to catch himself and he watches as his left hand goes through the floor up to his elbow and his hand just went through the floor.
Behind her, the door opens slowly, white light pooling out, so intense that he has to cover his eyes.
She’s gone from his sight for a moment, but then she peers around the other side, her skin shivering blues, her hair swept back in reds, her smile bright and pleased.
Click for a not-GIF version with both Raven at the same time
Chapter 2
The number of passengers on the train really is sparse. Erik watches each of their reflections in the windows as they run through the dark. Some don’t have reflections. He tries not to stare at their down-turned faces. He’s ridden the train hundreds of times before, he knows the etiquette. But now he has to force himself to keep looking at Xavier, instead of at the slightly-less-than-opaque passengers riding alongside people, bobbing along with the train and the other passengers in time.
After a long time, Xavier draws in a slow, small breath, and releases it like a soft hum, and Erik realises he’s fallen into a deep sleep now. His cheeks are flushed a soft pink now, his blue eyes closed and gone from the world, his dark hair dancing across his forehead. One of Erik’s hands comes out from the pillow and, tentatively, slowly, so slowly, Erik reaches forward and touches gently the flush on one of Xavier’s cheeks.
“Even though I’d tease him for being an old fart, he’d always play me songs that I could dance to. He’d play for hours just for me.”
After all, he’s standing mid-air seven stories above New York City. Of course he can’t stop laughing at himself excitedly.
Chapter 3
Turning back around, he can see his pictures along the wall of the hallway and staircase. He steps up to them, scrutinizing each even though he knows each well: the farthest right of him in his cap and gown as he graduated from university, posing with his parents, then one of him at a swimming tournament posing with his first and second place medals, then of an eight year-old him playing at the beach, and lastly a picture of him blowing out the candles, a far off memory he never knew he had each time until he looked back at the photo. He traces his fingers carefully over the edge of the frame of the last, the memory flooding him with warmth even though the air is cool and dark.
Details of the photos: Erik with his medals, with the candles, the graduation picture and baby Erik at the beach
Chapter 4
He does keep pulling, until Charles’ hands seem to separate into two copies again - Charles’ body and Charles’ projection of himself, his ghost, just like Erik is of his own body.
Chapter 5
“I know what it means!” He cuts in angrily, voice a shout that echoes down the hall.
“Then tell me what it means, Charles!” Dr. MacTaggert shouts. “Tell me what it means.”
Chapter 6
There, on the west end, even through the low light of the bunker, it’s clear that they pushed Moira around some more than when he’d last been here. As he gets closer, he can see more and more bruises purpling along her fair skin, the rips in her tights and along the edges of her clothes.
There’s so much rage and he just wants it all to be done with and there’s a car lifted into the air, hurtling itself down at Marko’s head-
Chapter 7
He’s kneeling on a beach, the water lapping at the hem of his pants, brushing over his feet and pulling the sand between his toes. It’s not even a beach, though. It’s like a small, circular sandbar in the middle of the ocean, an endless, endless ocean, stretching on in all directions, and every way he looks ends in the horizon. The sky is cloudy, and with the way the still waters of the ocean reflect it, it looks like everything is sky, the ocean waters acting as a mirror so the world is endless and cut in half by the horizon line in every direction.
He can feel Charles’ eyes flutter shut against his thigh where he’s laid his head back down.
Epilogue
“On the bed,” Erik instructs, and, naked, Charles lays back onto the sheets, propping himself on his arms with his legs spread wide and his erection resting back against his stomach, a sight which Erik has to appreciate a moment before he actually goes to grab the lube.
“You’re absolutely obscene,” Erik says with a laugh as he squirts some out to rub between his fingers, tossing the bottle aside and leaning down over him to kiss along his inner thigh.
Naked (NSFW)
He hooks his arms around the backs of his knees, lifting him slightly so he can get an even better angle to thrust in at, this kind of access making it easier to thrust harder and faster into him, at a more brutal pace that just makes the good little doctor moan louder and louder.
Love (NSFW)
