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I preface this by saying it's entirely metonymy's fault.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class.
Title: This Never Happened to James Bond (Or: The One Where Erik is a Fucking Shark).
Author: flameish.
Pairing: Implications of mancrush at first sight on Charles's end.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 407.
Summary: A ficlet in which the yacht incident takes a sharp left turn, Charles muses on James Bond, and Erik is a fucking shark. Pure, unadulterated crack.
Notes: Again, this is entirely metonymy's fault. Minus the part where I wrote it. And came up with the idea. Okay, basically she just went "DOOOOOOOOOOOO IT!" and I did.
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing here belongs to me. Seriously, I don't even want to take credit for the mess below. It is beyond absurd.
Charles stopped following the others at the realisation that there was another mutant, a powerful mutant, out in the water. Running back up the stairs, he watched in a strange mix of awe and unease as metal chains demolished the ship, controlled by a man in the water. Charles concentrated a bit harder, finding a name amongst the rage and vengeance in the other man’s mind. Erik Lehnsherr. Well...it was a good name for an angry Nazi-hunter, that was for sure. He was busy being impressed by the man’s ability, when suddenly Shaw was escaping in a submarine. Really? A submarine? And this with the blonde bombshell assistant and the plan for world domination...or nuclear war at the very least? Did the man even realised that he embodied all the clichés of a Bond villain?
He was actually rather embarrassed now that they hadn’t caught Shaw yet if this was what they were up against.
Charles’s eyes widened in surprise and horror as Erik didn’t give up but actually tried to pull the submarine toward him. Instead, the man was pulled along, and Charles just knew Erik would die rather than allow Shaw to escape. He couldn’t allow that. It would be such a waste to lose someone with so much power. Someone with so much potential. Someone, Charles was sure from the brief contact he’d had with his mind, who could understand him in a way nobody else did.
Someone, he admitted privately, who looked rather devastatingly handsome when he was soaking wet and trying to murder a former Nazi.
No. He wouldn’t let Erik kill himself for this. Throwing off his jacket, he dived into the water and swam toward the other man. Let him go, he said in the man’s head. Calm your mind. If you do this, you are going to die. He had almost reached Erik, and was certain he could stop him, when the man did something he honestly had never anticipated.
He turned into a fucking shark and continued going after Shaw.
Well...fuck. Charles thought to himself as he watched the man go. I’ll just leave him to it then.
A molybdkinetic shark. How had he missed that? Charles sighed as he swam back toward the ship. Raven was never letting him live this down.
Seriously, though...a fucking shark?
This never happened to James Bond.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class.
Title: This Never Happened to James Bond (Or: The One Where Erik is a Fucking Shark).
Author: flameish.
Pairing: Implications of mancrush at first sight on Charles's end.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 407.
Summary: A ficlet in which the yacht incident takes a sharp left turn, Charles muses on James Bond, and Erik is a fucking shark. Pure, unadulterated crack.
Notes: Again, this is entirely metonymy's fault. Minus the part where I wrote it. And came up with the idea. Okay, basically she just went "DOOOOOOOOOOOO IT!" and I did.
Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing here belongs to me. Seriously, I don't even want to take credit for the mess below. It is beyond absurd.
Charles stopped following the others at the realisation that there was another mutant, a powerful mutant, out in the water. Running back up the stairs, he watched in a strange mix of awe and unease as metal chains demolished the ship, controlled by a man in the water. Charles concentrated a bit harder, finding a name amongst the rage and vengeance in the other man’s mind. Erik Lehnsherr. Well...it was a good name for an angry Nazi-hunter, that was for sure. He was busy being impressed by the man’s ability, when suddenly Shaw was escaping in a submarine. Really? A submarine? And this with the blonde bombshell assistant and the plan for world domination...or nuclear war at the very least? Did the man even realised that he embodied all the clichés of a Bond villain?
He was actually rather embarrassed now that they hadn’t caught Shaw yet if this was what they were up against.
Charles’s eyes widened in surprise and horror as Erik didn’t give up but actually tried to pull the submarine toward him. Instead, the man was pulled along, and Charles just knew Erik would die rather than allow Shaw to escape. He couldn’t allow that. It would be such a waste to lose someone with so much power. Someone with so much potential. Someone, Charles was sure from the brief contact he’d had with his mind, who could understand him in a way nobody else did.
Someone, he admitted privately, who looked rather devastatingly handsome when he was soaking wet and trying to murder a former Nazi.
No. He wouldn’t let Erik kill himself for this. Throwing off his jacket, he dived into the water and swam toward the other man. Let him go, he said in the man’s head. Calm your mind. If you do this, you are going to die. He had almost reached Erik, and was certain he could stop him, when the man did something he honestly had never anticipated.
He turned into a fucking shark and continued going after Shaw.
Well...fuck. Charles thought to himself as he watched the man go. I’ll just leave him to it then.
A molybdkinetic shark. How had he missed that? Charles sighed as he swam back toward the ship. Raven was never letting him live this down.
Seriously, though...a fucking shark?
This never happened to James Bond.