Anonymous asked: im so glad ive found someone who is also committed to erik and charles's tragic friendship i have been alone for so long
*tosses aside all other obligations* MY NEW BUDDY, I AM SO COMMITTED. I just. I’ve been a devotee of the tragic friendship since I was seven years old, okay, I’m not going to just wake up one day a shipper, and the tragic friendship is SO GOOD, Christ. Help me. And since I am SO UNSPEAKABLY THRILLED to have someone in my inbox talking to me about the tragic friendship, I had to figure out a way to show my appreciation, so HERE HAVE A FIC. I rustled up an old request from this prompt list at the start of the summer, so @littlestartopaz sorry it took me like six months. Also this is like long as fuck, taking place in the same movie-comics bastardization universe as the limitations of wax as an adhesive, so I’ll probably crosspost it to AO3.
Alone in the Light
X - Charles/Magneto friendship (“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”)
Erik was asleep. Charles couldn’t feel his mind—was the man sleeping in that helmet now? But even Erik Lensherr needed sleep and a cursory sweep through the outermost thoughts of Erik’s Brotherhood answered the question of his location.
I’m sorry, Charles told the girl whose mind he was brushing up against. She was young, a recent recruit, bilingual, with the keening, perpetually frightened mind of someone not in control of their powers. Gentle, he assessed as he pushed further into her mind, reaching to speak with her. Not made for this violence. No true animosity against humans, but nowhere else to go, either. A missing twin brother? I’m so sorry, Wanda, I need to speak with him.
