this is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues

[electrumqueen]

PROCRASTINATION TIEMZ.

Let's have a commentfic promptfest! :D

RULES:
-> Post prompts. (POST ALL THE PROMPTS. YOU ARE NOT SPAMMING EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU ARE.)
-> Fill prompts. (See above parentheses.)
-> Lather, rinse, repeat.

ETA: For ease of access, it would be great if you could mark fills in the subject line :)

FILL LIST:

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darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [1/2]

[electrumqueen]

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS. (same verse as ~the epic~, blah blah blah.)

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alex's fourth letter arrives on a monday, postmarked france. the return address says, ruben mycock, ass crack, and the letter is filled with stories about erik pining for charles, ways the newly-christened brotherhood is way, way less interesting/effective than the team was when it was erik and charles and darwin and alex and raven and sean and beast; times that the alliance of mutants will be pulling shit in north america and darwin has to manoeuvre charles into speaking with erik so they can see that they miss each other.

at the bottom it says, i miss you.

darwin traces his fingers over the letters. something in his stomach flips: adaptation and mutation, he thinks. something's going to happen.

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"hey, professor," darwin says. "i'm going to visit a friend this weekend, so i'll be out of touch."

charles blinks sadly at him. "sure, darwin," he says. "be careful." his eyes are limpid pools of woe.

(darwin considers saying, i'll be in the bronx if

darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[electrumqueen]

darwin opens his eyes in the kind of shitty apartment that he grew up in. the smell is familiar, a hint of mold and mildew, but not masked by his mom's cooking. he's in a room with a crappy brown couch and grey walls, no windows.

alex is sprawled across the couch, hair paler, sun-bleached. he jerks around at the sound of darwin's breath. "holy shit," he says, suprise and joy rocketing through his voice, "what the--"

"hi," darwin says, hands in his pockets. "mutation." he shrugs, because it's as good an excuse for anything, these days. he doesn't move, just watches alex, drinking in the shape of him, familiar but slightly different.

alex shrugs back. his eyes are very bright, though there are tired bags underneath them and he looks worn out, wrecked in a way that darwin hasn't seen him since they first met him. "well," he says, "i'll take it." he grins, sliding to his feet.

his fingers tangle in darwin's shirt. it's good to see you, is the clash of his teeth against darwin's, the press of the length of his body: it's been too long

Re: darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[copperiisulfate]

OHHH I LOVE THIS! so much perfection but most of all, i love how they just find each other ♥

darwin laughs. "we're cute," he says.

UGH, THEY ARE ADORABLE.

and lolol everything is an attempt to get the parents to talk again. I APPROVE.

idk what it is about roadtrip AU's but i am a sucker for them and you've somehow managed to hit all the notes so right! *curling up and staying here forever* thank youuuu~

Re: darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[rubynye]

This is darling, and I think over at havok_darwin they would eat it up with a spoon.