Charles/Erik, Charles dies, Erik carries his body
anonymous
August 13 2011, 00:46:21 UTC
Erik doesn't leave with Azazel because Charles is fatally wounded (Azazel doesn't offer to help or Hellfire Club ditches them or something). Instead he carries Charles off the beach and back to civilization.
Either he is carrying Charles' dead body because he died there on the beach, or he's carrying Charles, hoping to take him to a hospital in time, but Charles doesn't make it.
Mostly, I just want to see Erik dealing with carrying Charles' dead body. For hours. For miles. Knowing he was partially responsible for the weight in his arms.
Re: Charles/Erik, Charles dies, Erik carries his body
anonymous
August 21 2011, 07:20:14 UTC
I definitely want to fill this... but I'm a little stuck on where he's going. Don't they crash down on an island? I think they did, I always wondered how the others got home without a handy teleporter. Maybe I'm remembering wrong. Tell me I'm remembering wrong so I can make this amazing prompt happen!
Re: Charles/Erik, Charles dies, Erik carries his body
anonymous
August 27 2011, 04:26:14 UTC
Yeah, far as I know it was an island (I assumed the CIA sent someone to fetch them). But you could always pretend it was a peninsula. This is Fanfic-land, where anything can happen!
I really hope you do fill this, it feels like the best kind of heartbreak... (Actually I may fill this myself, do you mind?)
FILL: Not Alone 1/2
anonymous
August 27 2011, 07:00:30 UTC
The remnants of the Hellfire Club bolt the instant they see the missiles coming, all leaping to touch the demonic teleporter, and Angel in some frantic spasm of half-forgotten friendship grabs hold of Raven’s arm just as they disappear in a cloud of sulphur. Erik can see the clashing terror and relief wash over Charles’s face-where have they taken his sister? What will they do with her? but at least she has escaped the smoking crater this beach is about to become-
But it will not, because Erik is sending the missiles back to those who launched them, he will do it however much Charles fights him, however many insignificant bullets Moira sends his way
( ... )
FILL: Not Alone 2/2
anonymous
August 27 2011, 07:02:21 UTC
He starts walking, away from the beach into the trees, and Moira and the boys follow, silent and shocked.
It is some kind of miracle that Erik doesn’t run into trees or step off a ravine because he can’t look away from Charles long enough to see where he’s going. He simply walks, one foot following the other, not allowing himself to consider the unlikelihood of this island having any human habitation at all, much less the skilled surgeon who would be Charles’s only hope. To stop walking is to give up, to simply sit and watch Charles die.
Erik cannot hear his own breathing over the ragged, frantic sound of Charles slowly drowning in his own blood. The only thing louder is the voice in Erik’s head, Oh my friend I’m sorry so sorry, I suppose we won’t finish that chess game, oh it hurts Erik I’m sorry, look after the boys look after Raven, thank you for taking off the helmet I don’t want to be alone. He can feel Charles’s mind clinging to his, desperate for as much contact as he can get
( ... )
Re: FILL: Not Alone 2/2 -- OP here
anonymous
August 29 2011, 17:29:22 UTC
Hnnnnnhnhnhnhnhnhn ;-;
All my crysssss. I actually feel as if a hand has gripped my heart and squeezed. It hurts, anon, but this is so fucking beautifully done. There are so many lines that will haunt me, and I'm just going to read this over and over because it's such a good pain.
Re: FILL: Not Alone 2/2 -- OP here
anonymous
August 31 2011, 04:50:00 UTC
I have been given the P-word!! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it. It's the first prompt I've ever filled and I'm so happy it went over well! Even (especially?) if that meant stomping on your heart...
Either he is carrying Charles' dead body because he died there on the beach, or he's carrying Charles, hoping to take him to a hospital in time, but Charles doesn't make it.
Mostly, I just want to see Erik dealing with carrying Charles' dead body. For hours. For miles. Knowing he was partially responsible for the weight in his arms.
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I really hope you do fill this, it feels like the best kind of heartbreak...
(Actually I may fill this myself, do you mind?)
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But it will not, because Erik is sending the missiles back to those who launched them, he will do it however much Charles fights him, however many insignificant bullets Moira sends his way ( ... )
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It is some kind of miracle that Erik doesn’t run into trees or step off a ravine because he can’t look away from Charles long enough to see where he’s going. He simply walks, one foot following the other, not allowing himself to consider the unlikelihood of this island having any human habitation at all, much less the skilled surgeon who would be Charles’s only hope. To stop walking is to give up, to simply sit and watch Charles die.
Erik cannot hear his own breathing over the ragged, frantic sound of Charles slowly drowning in his own blood. The only thing louder is the voice in Erik’s head, Oh my friend I’m sorry so sorry, I suppose we won’t finish that chess game, oh it hurts Erik I’m sorry, look after the boys look after Raven, thank you for taking off the helmet I don’t want to be alone. He can feel Charles’s mind clinging to his, desperate for as much contact as he can get ( ... )
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It was fantastic, BTW.
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(Yeah I seriously did.)
Thank you! It's flattering in a morbid way to see how many hearts I've broken here.
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All my crysssss. I actually feel as if a hand has gripped my heart and squeezed. It hurts, anon, but this is so fucking beautifully done. There are so many lines that will haunt me, and I'm just going to read this over and over because it's such a good pain.
This is perfection. Perfection. Thank you for it.
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