I so need an icon of Charles and his precious, precious little face

[sabinelagrande]

1. I was thinking seriously about doing podficbigbang, but then I remembered that my heater is right next to my desk, so I have to turn it off when I record.

Ask me if I want to do that. Go on, ask me.

Perhaps I can be tapped to cheer people on. I already have these pompoms: *\o/*

2. Dear XMFC fandom- and, indeed, X-Men fandom at large- how on God's green Earth are there only 30 Charles/Mystique stories at the AO3? What, may I ask, the fuck is wrong with you? How can you not get behind that? I understand that not everybody likes by the not-actually-incest thing as much as I do (see Franziska/Edgeworth). But really. Come on, now.

2a. Ugh, ugh, ugh, why would you ruin your story that promised to be Charles and Erik making a lovely Mystique sandwich with a misogynistic author's note? Shame on you.

3. Oh, damnyouautocorrect.

4. It is time to start grinding through more holiday challenges (it sounds so dismal when I say it like that, doesn't it?), so, obviously, it is time to take prompts.

SGA, XMFC, Phoenix Wright, Harry Potter, Metalocalypse, Mythbusters, Blake's 7, Inception, etc. No guarantees, as usual.

This entry was automagically crossposted from http://sabinetzin.dreamwidth.org/362213.html. comments over there.

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[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

XMFC, mutant John Farr! (predictable? Me?)

Also, particularly right after Daniel Jackson descended, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS IN HIS SUBCONSCIOUS THAT the Inception team might run into? (I know, I know, SG1...)

I could also go for some XMFC/SGA crossover up in my business. Particularly if there are awesome ladies being awesome.

[sabinetzin]

It's the only time he doesn't try not to listen to her; he can't help but hear, not when she's screaming so loudly for him, a constant litany of please Charles now Charles need you Charles, her thoughts like a klaxon in his brain.

He walks briskly out of his study; he always leaves it too late, and only now is he starting to realize how far he is, how much he needs it too.

Erik is walking down the hallway towards him. "Charles," he says, smiling at him. "Just the man I wanted to see."

"Busy," he says, shoving past him, already tugging his gloves off, pounding up the stairs. Erik's confusion registers vaguely, but he's got other things to attend to.

It's the only time Raven can't keep her clothes on; when he throws the door to her room open, she's standing there, just as blue as the day she was born, holding her arms out to him. The shock that goes through him when their skin touches is just as vibrant and as jarring as it was the very first time. She tears at his clothing, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it away, working his pants open with her deft fingers. He can't stop touching her, kissing her like he can't remember anything else, like he'll die if he doesn't.

He's naked now, and Raven drags him onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. She hooks her legs around him, and he's inside her in an instant, moaning loudly, his mouth pressed against the skin of her neck. She arches towards him, urging him in deeper, harder, more.

They move together, working hard and fast, his teeth in her shoulder, her heels digging into the small of his back. There's no effort to keep quiet, no semblance of propriety, just this, just mayhem.

She comes undone underneath him, yellow eyes flashing, gloriously feral, and his eyes roll back as she clenches around him. That's all it takes to tear him apart, make him lose it entirely. It seems like he's coming forever, but he knows it won't be enough, not nearly; this barely counts as taking the edge off.

He's still braced above her, still admiring her when she suddenly snaps her head to the side, her eyes widening. He follows her gaze, and Erik is standing there, leaning on the doorframe.

"What are you doing here?" Raven says, through clenched teeth.

"The door was open," Erik replies, shrugging, like it's nothing at all.

Charles stares him down, feeling the possessive rage of his cycle welling up inside him. He's still inside Raven, and he's not going to move; Erik is the one intruding, Erik can fucking well deal with it. He wants Erik to see, view the evidence of his power over her, the physical proof that she's his.

Any second now, Erik is going to say the wrong thing. He's going to act jealous, make a joke, express his disgust over catching Charles with his own sister; when that happens Charles is going to get right up from this bed and beat the living hell out of him.

But when Erik turns to go, the only word that falls from his lips is "Beautiful."

Charles stares down at Raven, and neither of them know what to say.

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

This was so incredibly awesome. I'll be back with more detailed feedback later.

(So WRONG and so AMAZING and holy shit ERIK.)

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

OKAY I am done with my finals, so I'm back.

I think most of my feedback boils down to something like, 'GUH.' I don't usually go for Raven/Charles very much, but the urgency and the *need* was just...I don't know how you did that in commentfic, I really don't.

And Erik. He's just...he's so himself, and he's so calm, and I can't even articulate it but I have FEELINGS about him here. FEELINGS. SO MANY.

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