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Charles/Erik, Charles loses his powers AU, or is powerless while Erik retains his own

[anonymous]

I want to see Charles without powers, and Erik coming to terms with loving him despite of it. Whether Charles lost his powers due to something like the cure from X3 or never had them in the first place is fine.

Fill 1a/?

[anonymous]

Author's notes: I have no working title yet, and the buildup for this will probably be a bit long, but I hope you enjoy this, OP.Erik shifted the bag around in his hands as he climbed the steps leading up to their room. Curse mutants hiding out in the middle of nowhere. Curse cheap hotels with creaky, unstable floorboards that could collapse underneath him at any time. Curse this miserable heat. And curse Charles and his stupid charisma for goading him into sticking with this ridiculous mission

Fill 1b/?

[anonymous]

“Don’t start. Just take the damn pills. I can hear your thoughts from here.” Erik folded his arms in front of his chest. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this. They were in the middle of nowhere, after a mutant that, for all they knew, was long gone from here. This wasn’t the first time this particular mutant had evaded them, and Erik needed Charles in top-notch condition to find him

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[takmarierah]

Interesting so far! I like the build up that you have with Erik valuing Charles for his powers, especially; I can imagine that the "You're no good to me if you can't function" line might come back to haunt him.

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[anonymous]

Thank you! Yeah, that little line is most definitely going to come back and bite him later on.

Fill 2a/?

[anonymous]

Erik wasn’t sure if it was the sound or the smell that got to him first. He jolted awake, his stomach reeling with the sudden motion, and he took in his surroundings. The dingy walls of the hotel greeted him, and he flopped back down onto his lumpy pillow with a sigh of relief and frustration. Relief that he was somewhere even vaguely familiar, that Charles was in the other bed not ten feet away. Frustration that he was still here of all places. And it was still damnably hot

Fill 2b/?

[anonymous]

Erik quickly found his cigarettes but couldn’t find it in him to leave just yet. Not when Charles looked like that. He could feel the man’s presence dancing on the edges of his mind, far more muddled than earlier that evening but there nonetheless. At least he wasn’t projecting anymore. Erik leaned back against the counter, his slightly crumpled package of cigarettes clutched loosely in his hand. “Anything I can do

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[takmarierah]

Awww, Charles. :( While I'm sorta sad that Erik is really too uncomfortable with the situation to make more than a token effort to try and help the poor guy out, I'm also sorta thrilled because that'll make whatever eventually happens with their relationship all the more cathartic, and I love how forcibly nonchalant Charles is trying to be (and oh, he can probably hear Erik's frustration and feels bad about it!).

Erik shifted back and forth on his heels, the skin of his feet sticking a bit to the linoleum as he moved.
^ I love this little detail. It's the sort of thing that tells me exactly what kind of motel this is, and eeeeuuugh that can't be helping Charles' stomach!

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[anonymous]

I've never seen Erik as the type to immediately comfort someone if they're sick or injured. He seems more like a 'stand off to the side uncomfortably while wishing away the inconvenience of it all' kind of guy to me, which is why he's no help here at all.

Thank you so much for reading this. ♥ I'm really flattered that you're following my story.

Re: Fill 2b/?

[anonymous]

I'm reeaallly liking this story and I sorta feel antsy while reading it. Like, I'm wondering if Charles was losing his powers before Erik walked in, or if it was in the pills or if he hasn't lost it just yet. Then I was thinking that maybe the mutant they were looking for was like Leech and the closer they got, the more their powers drifted away. ASADJSFHDKGNGF; BASICALLY I'm crossing my fingers for an update. You're style is intriguing.

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[anonymous]

Ohoho, you'll just have to wait and see. :)

Thanks for reading. ♥

Re: Fill 2b/?

[cgf_kat]

I'm loving this story, though Erik is being a little annoying. But then again you're pretty much writing him how he is, which is a definite plus. The characterizations are perfect, and that's always refreshing. I'm really wanting to know just when Charles is going to lose his powers and why its happening, so please update soon! :)

Author

[anonymous]

Thanks. ♥ I'm really glad you like my characterization of the two of them. It's something I worry about whenever I write something.

Fill 3a/?

[anonymous]

Author's notes: After re-reading what I have of this so far, I realized that there are errors in continuity and things (already /o\), so I'll probably de-anon, clean this up and post it to my journal when I finish. Or something. I don't know. So much editing that needs to be done. D:Erik was an early riser out of habit. One of the many lessons he’d learned from his time with Shaw was that a man was often at his most vulnerable when asleep. Charles, on the other hand, was not, regardless of his gentlemanly training growing up. Which perhaps was why Erik was surprised to find Charles seated at the hotel’s little table in the corner when he woke. Thin streaks of sunlight were creeping into the main room from the little window in the bathroom, illuminating the dull red of the carpet, the smooth wood of the table, and throwing long shadows into every corner and across the telepath’s face

Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

Charles lifted his fingers to his temple and closed his eyes in concentration, seeking out the familiar wavelengths of the man they were after. Erik watched him carefully, studying the subtle shifts in Charles’s expression. After several long, silent moments, Charles deflated with a soft release of air, his hand dropping down over the chair’s armrest. “No. I can’t find him anywhere in range. He’s evaded us again

Re: Fill 3b/?

[takmarierah]

Oooooh there's more! :D Still lovely, of course, and I'm glad Charles is feeling better but like Erik I suspect that there's something more deeply wrong that he isn't saying! D: