Big Bang Art Masterlist
Title: Erik Lehnsherr and the Rats of NIMH
Author:
Winterhill
Artist:
kath_ballantyne
Verse: XMFC AU / Kitty’s characterisation comes from the comics collections The Dark Phoenix and Days of Future Past
Word Count:
Rating: Teen
Characters/Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Kitty Pryde, Moira McTaggert, Emma Frost, GEN with background pairings of Erik/Magda, Sean/Moira
Warnings: some violence and swearing (including a child being roughed up off-screen); a little blood; non-graphic reference to the deaths of Darwin and Erik’s wife and daughter; and the vivisection of/experimentation on animals.
Summary: Erik thought that life was good, in a dull sort of way, until Charles the talking rat showed up. Now he’s back in action and things don’t seem so simple: since when did he agree to work for the US government? What does the National Institute of Mental Health have to do with mutant rats? And who the hell managed to steal his work from the inside of a locked filing cabinet?
Beta: thanks 51stcenturyfox
For the kinkmeme prompt: Charles was a labrat, before he became the pet of Erik Lehnsherr.
Link to fic master post: Here
Link to art master post: Here
Artists Notes: I had a ball doing this. Massive, massive thanks to
winterhill for this wonderful story and loads of feedback and encouragement while working on this. This has been my best Big Bang experience ever. Thanks to
iamshadow for helping me with some issues and to Clarounette for encouragement.
A talking rat!
“And now you’re on your own,” said Erik, watching him carefully. His mouth was definitely full. It seemed that Charles the talking rat was actually Charles the telepathic rat, which answered some questions about the physical possibility of talking rats, but raised several extraordinarily disturbing thoughts in Erik’s mind. Did that mean the rat was a mutant?
When Charles fell off the kitchen table as he tried to fetch more toast, Erik used a metal coaster to catch him, and then had to contend with Charles’s utter delight for the next hour, which included requests for Erik to float him around the room on a silver tray. No-one had ever expressed such earnest happiness about Erik’s mutation before, and Erik found himself smiling and playing magic carpets with Charles even though he suspected they were both far too old to play at such things.
Charles climbed up Erik’s arm, pressing his cheek to Erik’s jaw. Thank you, he said.
Erik raised his hand and stroked Charles’s fur with one finger, soft and gentle, and Charles didn’t say anything more, not even when the tears that had been threatening in the corners of his eyes fell.
Erik had to trust her. He ran for the wall, running right through wall after wall, into and then through the chain-link fence until the three of them hit the street, Kitty still in Erik’s arms, Charles sitting on Kitty’s chest. Behind then, the warehouse buildings started to collapse inwards, flames reaching up towards the sky.
Charles jumped off Erik’s shoulder and clambered onto her lap for a pat.
Sean put down a bowl of milk for the rats, and Erik had a good look at them all for the first time. There was the blue rat, and several bright red rats, one rat that seemed to be able to shift from being stainless steel to fur at will. One of them, bizarrely, had feathery wings.
“No,” said Erik. “The dollhouse in the window.”
“Barbie’s Dream House?” asked the man.
“It’s very pink,” said Erik. “I want it. House and furniture.”
(Barbie's Westchester Dream Mansion)
Erik bundled up the turtleneck into a nice warm nest. “If you don’t snore,” he said.
I do not snore, said Charles.
Erik hugged the sweater, and he felt Charles hop into the folds of fabric and snuggle up.
Goodnight, said Charles.
“Goodnight,” said Erik, tucking his hand into the jumper so that his fingertips brushed Charles’s fur. “Sleep well.”
I will, my friend, Charles replied. I’m with you.
Author:
Winterhill
Artist:
kath_ballantyne
Verse: XMFC AU / Kitty’s characterisation comes from the comics collections The Dark Phoenix and Days of Future Past
Word Count:
Rating: Teen
Characters/Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Kitty Pryde, Moira McTaggert, Emma Frost, GEN with background pairings of Erik/Magda, Sean/Moira
Warnings: some violence and swearing (including a child being roughed up off-screen); a little blood; non-graphic reference to the deaths of Darwin and Erik’s wife and daughter; and the vivisection of/experimentation on animals.
Summary: Erik thought that life was good, in a dull sort of way, until Charles the talking rat showed up. Now he’s back in action and things don’t seem so simple: since when did he agree to work for the US government? What does the National Institute of Mental Health have to do with mutant rats? And who the hell managed to steal his work from the inside of a locked filing cabinet?
Beta: thanks 51stcenturyfox
For the kinkmeme prompt: Charles was a labrat, before he became the pet of Erik Lehnsherr.
Link to fic master post: Here
Link to art master post: Here
Artists Notes: I had a ball doing this. Massive, massive thanks to
winterhill for this wonderful story and loads of feedback and encouragement while working on this. This has been my best Big Bang experience ever. Thanks to
iamshadow for helping me with some issues and to Clarounette for encouragement.
A talking rat!
“And now you’re on your own,” said Erik, watching him carefully. His mouth was definitely full. It seemed that Charles the talking rat was actually Charles the telepathic rat, which answered some questions about the physical possibility of talking rats, but raised several extraordinarily disturbing thoughts in Erik’s mind. Did that mean the rat was a mutant?
When Charles fell off the kitchen table as he tried to fetch more toast, Erik used a metal coaster to catch him, and then had to contend with Charles’s utter delight for the next hour, which included requests for Erik to float him around the room on a silver tray. No-one had ever expressed such earnest happiness about Erik’s mutation before, and Erik found himself smiling and playing magic carpets with Charles even though he suspected they were both far too old to play at such things.
Charles climbed up Erik’s arm, pressing his cheek to Erik’s jaw. Thank you, he said.
Erik raised his hand and stroked Charles’s fur with one finger, soft and gentle, and Charles didn’t say anything more, not even when the tears that had been threatening in the corners of his eyes fell.
Erik had to trust her. He ran for the wall, running right through wall after wall, into and then through the chain-link fence until the three of them hit the street, Kitty still in Erik’s arms, Charles sitting on Kitty’s chest. Behind then, the warehouse buildings started to collapse inwards, flames reaching up towards the sky.
Charles jumped off Erik’s shoulder and clambered onto her lap for a pat.
Sean put down a bowl of milk for the rats, and Erik had a good look at them all for the first time. There was the blue rat, and several bright red rats, one rat that seemed to be able to shift from being stainless steel to fur at will. One of them, bizarrely, had feathery wings.
“No,” said Erik. “The dollhouse in the window.”
“Barbie’s Dream House?” asked the man.
“It’s very pink,” said Erik. “I want it. House and furniture.”
(Barbie's Westchester Dream Mansion)
Erik bundled up the turtleneck into a nice warm nest. “If you don’t snore,” he said.
I do not snore, said Charles.
Erik hugged the sweater, and he felt Charles hop into the folds of fabric and snuggle up.
Goodnight, said Charles.
“Goodnight,” said Erik, tucking his hand into the jumper so that his fingertips brushed Charles’s fur. “Sleep well.”
I will, my friend, Charles replied. I’m with you.