Things I Just Wrote - X-Men Edition
by Lacrimula Falsa
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the X-Men universe. Reviews are my profit.
Summary: Literally things I "just wrote" without a game plan and -mostly- without any idea what they even are. Drabbles that never made it into individual posts, story snippets, concepts etc. All the AUs. Feedback highly appreciated. (For further information please read the author's note at the beginning.)
A/N: This 'story' is really just a place for me to collect all the unfinished/started/planned things I write/wrote mostly at random and to -hopefully- get some feedback on them. Maybe some 'out-takes' from my fics later. (Maybe.)
If anything in here strikes your fancy: tell me, please, and it has a good chance of being expanded. (I make no promises as to how long that expansion will take though.)
[This is called "X-Men Edition" because there will surely be other "Things I Just Wrote"-thingies for other fandoms in the future. And because it sounds fancy.]
Snippet Number One titled "What the hell did I just write?!"
Warning!: Character death.
"Breathe. Breathe, for fuck's sake! You don't just get to leave me. Stop dying you bastard."
He'd never felt more helpless in his life. This shouldn't be happening. God-like power, and look at all the good it did him. He clung to the last traces of a fading mind, trying desperately to force it back into the body it belonged to, trying futilely to staunch the bleeding with his hands.
He clutched the body even after the heart had long stopped beating, refusing to believe that... A hand landed on his shoulder.
"Let him go, Charles. He's dead. Even you can't save everyone." Sebastian's face was grave.
And Charles wanted to shout at him, because Sebastian was lying, and it couldn't be true, because this wasn't what should happen, Irene had told them... Irene had told them that it would be fine, that no one would die and she'd promised...
The first sob broke loose, and another and another and another and he tried to think, because there had to be -something, anything- this couldn't be real but he couldn't stop crying.
He felt strong, sure hands pry his arms away from the body -he had to think 'body' because he couldn't stand thinking 'corpse'- and then another set of hands, cool and slender, pulled him closer and the matching set of arms came around him.
In the end Sebastian and Janos took turns carrying him out of the building like a child, but he really didn't care.
All he could think about was a smile the devil would wear and a long red tail winding around his leg to trip him or flipping pages, and the smell of sulphur.
He didn't even register that the car they drove back to the base was stolen, or that he had human and mutant blood all over his hands.
Comment: AU with a dash of comic-verse. My comment is "what the hell". Just that. I mean I don't even know…how I even…just…tell me what you think? Please?