X-Men Reverse Bang Round 3
And The Band Is (Somehow) Still Playing by septicwheelbarrow
This is a story of boy meets boy. The boy, Erik Lehnsherr, believes that his marching band is the shite. The other boy, Charles Xavier, shares this belief, but without the three-letter article.
Erik meets Charles in November. He knows almost immediately he is an utter bastard who deserves a fist to the face. And, maybe, also who he has (not) been searching for.
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“Raven's told me a lot about you. You've always been rich. Spoiled and privileged. You have a trust fund the size of most people's lifetime earnings, and you never have to lift a finger to survive.”
“I – I don't see how this is related to the topic at hand,” Charles says, hating how uncertain his voice sounds.
“Oh,” Erik whispers, his breath warm against Charles' lips. “It's related all right.”
Thanks a lot to systic for writing, you were super fun to work with! Please check out the fic, friends! :'D
