clocks: (Zooey Deschanel)
Clocks ([personal profile] clocks) wrote2012-01-17 08:06 am

The Snowflake Challenge - Part 2

This is part 2 of the Snowflake Challenge that I'm doing together with the awesome [personal profile] ninemoons42. Part 1 is here

Day 9

In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Since I have no idea what to put here, I'll put in the very first (unfinished) Charles/Erik fic I ever wrote



Charles liked to think that he had an affinity for accents, which was why it was strange that he was having trouble placing the man at the bar. He listened intently as the stranger ordered a Black Russian, his voice low but clear enough to be heard. German, that much Charles knew. That part was easy. As for which part of Germany, that was another matter altogether. Maybe a better look at the chap in question would help.

Turning ever so casually to glance over his shoulder, Charles realized the man was much nearer than he thought, and surprisingly good-looking. Maybe it was his black three-button suit, which looked expensive and Italian, fitting in all the right places as the man leaned forward to rest his arms on the bartop. But you needed a certain kind of confidence, a brand of savoir faire to pull off a good suit, and this man had it in spades. He reminded Charles of a sleek, black panther, stretching against the bar, sharpening his claws before the kill. 

Charles couldn't help smirking into his whisky. What – or who – would end up being Mr. Germany's kill? 

"Here you go," the bartender said, sliding the drink across the countertop, and Charles heard the papery rustle of money being exchanged. There was a sharp 'clink' and Charles looked down at the shiny coin rolling to a stop by his left shoe. Bending down and picking up the 50p, he handed it over to Mr. Germany, who nodded with a brief, "Thanks," the 't' particularly heavy after a lifetime of danke's. Now his eyes met Charles's, and Charles was surprised at the sudden lurch of lust in his stomach. 

"You're welcome." Charles raised his glass in a toast, and Mr. Germany gave him a slow smile before clinking their glasses together. Charles allowed the fiery burn of the alcohol to distract him from those intense bottle-green eyes that seemed to pierce right through him, equally as fiery as the 18-year-old Macallan. He was losing his bloody mind, what with the whole mess with Moira and now having to take over as the keynote speaker at this conference. This probably explained the strange, dark thoughts he was having about innocent men in bars. 

"You all right?" The words were a low purr, but the slight, smug undertone didn't escape Charles. Not so innocent, then. He waved Mr. Germany away, not wanting to be too obvious. 

"I'm fine." Charles gestured at the now empty glass. "Drink just went down the hatch a little too fast, that's all." 

The man lifted his shoulder in an elegant shrug. "Something so exquisite should be savoured very slowly," he drawled, flipping the 50p skillfully from knuckle to knuckle. 

Charles was impressed. "A fan of Scotch as well?" He couldn't take his eyes off the coin though, trying to ignore the question bubbling up in his mind: wonder what else those skilful fingers can do. 

"I'm a fan of exquisite things," was all Mr. Germany said, and this time Charles knew he didn't imagine the slight smirk tugging at the corners of that generous mouth. Now the man was holding out his hand. "Erik Lehnsherr." 

"Charles Xavier." The handshake was firm, but brief. Charles didn't mind admitting that he quite liked Erik's warm, solid grasp, so different from the limp handshakes Charles was more than used to in his academic circle. "Not from around these parts, are you?" 

Erik conceded with a slight nod of acknowledgement. "You have sharp ears, Mr. Xavier. I didn't think my accent was that thick." 

"Charles, please." To lend their chance meeting a more informal air, Charles turned his bar stool to better face Erik, propping his elbow on the countertop. "And it's nothing to do with sharp ears, I'm afraid. Some of my colleagues are German." 

"Ah." Erik took a sip of his Black Russian, before setting down the drink again. "It would have been more impressive if you had withheld that information, perhaps." 

Charles's laugh was out before he could stop it. Still, he couldn't shake the distinct impression that he was being toyed with. Which was fine by him; he always enjoyed a good challenge. "I agree, not impressive at all. What would truly be impressive, to me, is if I were to nail the exact region your accent is from." 

Something sparked in Erik's eyes, and now he seemed more alert, more interested. "Are you able to?" His voice was low, silky, the challenge clear in his smirk. 

"No harm giving it a go." Charles signaled to the bartender for another whisky. The evening seemed just about to warm up, and he wanted to be loose enough to enjoy it. Once the drink arrived, he took a healthy gulp, then turned to face Erik again, who now looked mostly amused and a little curious. 

"All right." Charles tried to look as serious as he could. "Say something in German." 

Erik lifted an eyebrow at him, then laughed a little indulgently. "Oh, why not." He then rattled something off in German, his words a little rushed, and Charles realized that maybe he was staring a little too much at his mouth, framed by a jaw so straight Charles could have measured it with a ruler. 

"So? What is the verdict?" Erik took another swig of his drink, smacking his lips in satisfaction. 

"Let me think." Charles absently raised his hand to his temple as he always did whenever he was contemplating something. "Your accent did not have any Dutch overtones, so you can't be from the North. We have a professor from Berlin, but your accent is different from his. It sounds quite close to standard German. Hochdeutsch, that's what it's called, right?" 

A smile was beginning to dawn on Erik's face. "Yes, that's right." 

Slightly buoyed by the positive response, Charles decided to take a stab in the dark before Erik called his bluff. "I'm going to go ahead and say you are from....Munich." 

There was a long silence after that, in which Charles stared expectantly at Erik, waiting to see if his guess had been right. However, Erik's face was unreadable as he savoured his drink, taking his time. Charles forced himself to remain quiet, although his left leg was jiggling up and down. He realized that it was an inch away from colliding with Erik's own knee and he tucked his leg further in. For some strange reason, the image of Erik's knee sliding in between his legs seized his brain, jolting him out of the pleasant buzz the alcohol had caused. 

Charles blinked, then stared at his whiskey in confusion. He must have been drunker than he thought. 

"Well." Erik was now grinning from ear to ear, which made him almost look like he was predatorily baring his teeth. "I've really got to hand it to you, Charles. You're good." 

Charles couldn't believe his luck, sending a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that be, as well as Professor Schneider's thick accent. "Knew it," he said with a laugh as Erik rolled his eyes. "That's got to be worth at least a pint, yes?" 

Then, there was that predatory grin again. "I believe it is." 


Day 10

In your own space, talk about a creator. Show us why you think they are amazing. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

When you mention 'creator', I can only think of one word: God. So I'm going to talk about Je....ahahaha, I'm just kidding. 

If there is one writer who had a profound impact on my life, it would be English writer Enid Blyton. The first book I ever read was 'The Greedy Rabbit', and after that I read everything of hers I could get my grubby paws on (that is, when I wasn't busy destroying my brother's toys.) It's highly possible I've read almost everything in her catalogue, and it wasn't at all a bad way to grow up. I think if you can create something that outlives you and brings so much joy to children all over the world (and still continues to do so) it is the closest you can get to immortality, and I believe J. K. Rowling has pretty much achieved the same thing.

Day 11

In your own space, ask for recs. Something as simple as "I like XYZ (where XYZ is a kink, a pairing, a trope, etc) - please rec me some." Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so..

Although my To-Read list is longer than the Wall of China, I firmly believe there is no such thing as too much Charles/Erik fic. So here are some recs I'm asking for:

- Zero angst
- Mountains of fluff (I know, shocking)
- Hot smut
- Lots of wicked humour
- Decent characterisation

Day 12

In your own space, rec at least three fanworks that you think would make a good intro into XYZ fandom. Rec a fandom overview, a introductory picspam, stories that define and shape the fandom. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

This is torture, because there are SO MANY GOOD FICS in the fandom. Okay, I'm going to play fair and rec the first three fics I read when I got into the fandom (excluding Wisteria.)

1. Any Measure Of Peace by [ profile] manic_intent 
Canon-verse with AU ending

2. Time To Grow by [ profile] zarah5 
Canon-verse with AU ending

3. Of Kittens And Teacups And Love by [ profile] Ren 
AU, no powers

Day 13

In your own space, share a favorite piece of original canon (a TV episode, a song, a favourite interview, a book) and explain why you love it so much. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so..

I know I am super late to the party, but I've only recently gotten into 'Love Love' by Take That, and I've been playing it non-stop ever since my friend blasted the song in our hotel room when I was on vacation recently. I grew up with Take That and I can't tell you how awesome it is to see Robbie Williams patch things up with Gary Barlow after their long-term rift (Come on Prof X and Magneto, if they can patch things up, surely you can too!)

Other Take That songs that I really love are Back For Good and a Gary Barlow solo song, 'Forever Love'. 

Day 14

In your own space, ask for help. Need a beta? Always wanted to learn how to make a vid? a fanmix? icons? Maybe you’d want to have someone cheering for you while you work on an upcoming big bang or fannish bingo? Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so. .

Hmmmm...well I am absolutely terrible at keeping to a consistent writing schedule. If someone wants to be a cheerleader who isn't afraid to brandish a whip quite often, let me know! I find that I write more often when I am accountable to someone. I would be so grateful for a kick every now and then! If you're interested, just leave a comment here or drop me an email!

Day 15

In your own space, share a favorite memory about fandom: the first time you got into fandom, the last time a fanwork touched your heart, crazy times with fellow fans (whether on-line or off-line), a lovely comment you’ve received or have left for someone. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I just realised that this month marks my seventh month in the XMFC fandom, and my 13th year as a fangirl in general (with several lapses along the way.) The XMFC fandom is encouraging, awesome and friendly, and I've gotten to know many people whom I would dearly love to know in real life. Thank you for making the past seven months so wonderful!