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Um. Hi, journal that I haven't updated in a while.
Erm. Have a fic?
Title: that one in which Charles chooses Erik over the world
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Authors note: I don't even know. I've seen fics in which Erik goes back in time and chooses Charles, so I thought I might try a fic in which Charles goes back in time and chooses Erik. This is the beginning.
Smoke ghosts from her lips as solid, dark eyes gaze at him through the haze.
“You have come here for a reason,” she murmurs.
“Yes,” Charles says, resisting the urge to shift in discomfort. “Yes, in fact-”
“You want him back.”
It’s not a question. Charles blinks, opens his mouth and then closes it. There’s a loaded pause.
(Erik, his nimble fingers casually swiping away Charles’s rook with his knight and declaring smugly, “check mate,” and Charles laughing because this is the first time he’s been beaten in chess in years; Erik, his eyes darting up as Charles enters the room and brightening just momentarily before he forces passivity back over his features-even as the confused emotions still swirl in his mind; Erik, his hand on Charles’s shoulder, reassuring, trusting, and Charles never knew before just how badly he needed this; Eric, driving Charles wild as he trails wet, hurried kisses down his chest; Eric, his eyes dampening as he holds Charles close and says “I want you by my side-”)
Charles takes a deep breath, focusing on the woman in front of him as she takes another long drag from her cigarette.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says finally.
She flashes him a quick, pitying smile through the smoke.
“I can fulfill your deepest desires, Charles,” she says, and it takes Charles a second to realize he shouldn’t be surprised that she knows his name. She flicks the ashes off the tip of her cigarette and continues. “But it won’t come without sacrifices from you.”
Her eyes darken at this, as if posing a challenge. Charles holds her gaze, tries to find her meaning, but her mind is like nothing he has ever felt before. If he didn’t know better, Charles would say she wasn’t thinking anything at all.
“Don’t worry about me, love,” she purrs. “There are more pressing things in the world. You must decide.”
“Decide what?” Charles asks, anxiety lacing through his chest, his heart jumping.
(Could she really bring Erik back to him Is that what she means Could she really do that-)
“No,” she sighs, and again there’s that pity in her eyes. “But I can bring you to him.”
And Charles is staring at her and trying to say “that’s impossible” but all he can think is (yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes-)
“Alright. Just have faith in him, love,” she whispers, and then she’s leaning over and pressing a hand to his forehead-
The pain nearly knocks the wind out of Charles, white hot, searing through his entire body-
there’s sand underneath him and a breeze carrying the smell of trees and wreckage and Erik’s hand on the back of his neck and Erik-
(Erik)
-Erik’s eyes dampening as he says, “I want you by my side. We’re brothers, you and I. All of us, together, protecting each other. …We want the same thing.”
The pain is fading from Charles’s legs now but still scorching up his spine like fire and its hard enough to breath normally so he just closes his eyes and nods because the words he’s supposed to say refuse to leave his lips
he can’t do it
he can’t say it again
And suddenly Erik’s mind is brushing up against his, the insufferable buzzing of the helmet is gone and Charles just breathes out in relief-
(The image of himself, shaky and pale in Erik’s arms, but almost glowing with a beauty Charles has never seen in the mirror, and the relief along with it, the hope, the fear, the fear growing as Charles still doesn’t open his eyes-)
“Charles, are you alright? Charles, can you hear me?” Erik’s voice is rough, and worry spills from his mind, filling the air until Charles isn’t
sure it’s not coming from himself instead. His eyes open and he focuses on Erik and thank god that stupid helmet’s gone and they both breathe in relief.
Erik looks up and motions Moira over, setting Charles down gently as Moira takes his place, apologies spilling from her mouth. Standing, Erik turns to the other mutants to make his recruitment speech, a new, striking confidence in his voice.
Charles shuts his eyes again and wonders what he’s done.
Erm. Have a fic?
Title: that one in which Charles chooses Erik over the world
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Authors note: I don't even know. I've seen fics in which Erik goes back in time and chooses Charles, so I thought I might try a fic in which Charles goes back in time and chooses Erik. This is the beginning.
Smoke ghosts from her lips as solid, dark eyes gaze at him through the haze.
“You have come here for a reason,” she murmurs.
“Yes,” Charles says, resisting the urge to shift in discomfort. “Yes, in fact-”
“You want him back.”
It’s not a question. Charles blinks, opens his mouth and then closes it. There’s a loaded pause.
(Erik, his nimble fingers casually swiping away Charles’s rook with his knight and declaring smugly, “check mate,” and Charles laughing because this is the first time he’s been beaten in chess in years; Erik, his eyes darting up as Charles enters the room and brightening just momentarily before he forces passivity back over his features-even as the confused emotions still swirl in his mind; Erik, his hand on Charles’s shoulder, reassuring, trusting, and Charles never knew before just how badly he needed this; Eric, driving Charles wild as he trails wet, hurried kisses down his chest; Eric, his eyes dampening as he holds Charles close and says “I want you by my side-”)
Charles takes a deep breath, focusing on the woman in front of him as she takes another long drag from her cigarette.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says finally.
She flashes him a quick, pitying smile through the smoke.
“I can fulfill your deepest desires, Charles,” she says, and it takes Charles a second to realize he shouldn’t be surprised that she knows his name. She flicks the ashes off the tip of her cigarette and continues. “But it won’t come without sacrifices from you.”
Her eyes darken at this, as if posing a challenge. Charles holds her gaze, tries to find her meaning, but her mind is like nothing he has ever felt before. If he didn’t know better, Charles would say she wasn’t thinking anything at all.
“Don’t worry about me, love,” she purrs. “There are more pressing things in the world. You must decide.”
“Decide what?” Charles asks, anxiety lacing through his chest, his heart jumping.
(Could she really bring Erik back to him Is that what she means Could she really do that-)
“No,” she sighs, and again there’s that pity in her eyes. “But I can bring you to him.”
And Charles is staring at her and trying to say “that’s impossible” but all he can think is (yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes-)
“Alright. Just have faith in him, love,” she whispers, and then she’s leaning over and pressing a hand to his forehead-
The pain nearly knocks the wind out of Charles, white hot, searing through his entire body-
there’s sand underneath him and a breeze carrying the smell of trees and wreckage and Erik’s hand on the back of his neck and Erik-
(Erik)
-Erik’s eyes dampening as he says, “I want you by my side. We’re brothers, you and I. All of us, together, protecting each other. …We want the same thing.”
The pain is fading from Charles’s legs now but still scorching up his spine like fire and its hard enough to breath normally so he just closes his eyes and nods because the words he’s supposed to say refuse to leave his lips
he can’t do it
he can’t say it again
And suddenly Erik’s mind is brushing up against his, the insufferable buzzing of the helmet is gone and Charles just breathes out in relief-
(The image of himself, shaky and pale in Erik’s arms, but almost glowing with a beauty Charles has never seen in the mirror, and the relief along with it, the hope, the fear, the fear growing as Charles still doesn’t open his eyes-)
“Charles, are you alright? Charles, can you hear me?” Erik’s voice is rough, and worry spills from his mind, filling the air until Charles isn’t
sure it’s not coming from himself instead. His eyes open and he focuses on Erik and thank god that stupid helmet’s gone and they both breathe in relief.
Erik looks up and motions Moira over, setting Charles down gently as Moira takes his place, apologies spilling from her mouth. Standing, Erik turns to the other mutants to make his recruitment speech, a new, striking confidence in his voice.
Charles shuts his eyes again and wonders what he’s done.