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And so, in the grand tradition of posting wot I have written for various seasonal exchanges and the like - may I present one of the stories that I wrote as the part of the maHOOOSIVE 30,000 odd words I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mini_nanowrimo in 2012.
Title: Aquila
A Gift For: treasuredleisure as part of thesecret_mutant exchange
Characters/Pairings: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven, Hank, Moira and others
Rating: R
Length: 6,700+ words
Summary: - Charles Xavier is a genetics lecturer and telepath at an American University. Unbeknownst to Charles, there is a bright shining light in his class that he meets at a bar one night. That light is Erik Lehnsherr, mutant and one of Charles' students; something that Charles doesn't find out about until after a night of the best sex he's ever had.
But that's not the reason why he's moping in a bar in Cambridge... or is it?
Author note - heartfelt gratitude to afrocurl for beta duties (and sarky comments that made me laugh out loud and grammar wrangling and kink hitting and-) Without her, this story would be less than it is. Also, thanks to themini_nanowrimo challenge for getting me to *write*!.
And, yes, the bar does exist.
This story can also be read over at Archive of Our Own
( Regardless of having earned his degrees at Oxford, Charles always had a soft spot for the city of Cambridge. )
mini_nanowrimo in 2012.Title: Aquila
A Gift For: treasuredleisure as part of the
secret_mutant exchangeCharacters/Pairings: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven, Hank, Moira and others
Rating: R
Length: 6,700+ words
Summary: - Charles Xavier is a genetics lecturer and telepath at an American University. Unbeknownst to Charles, there is a bright shining light in his class that he meets at a bar one night. That light is Erik Lehnsherr, mutant and one of Charles' students; something that Charles doesn't find out about until after a night of the best sex he's ever had.
But that's not the reason why he's moping in a bar in Cambridge... or is it?
Author note - heartfelt gratitude to afrocurl for beta duties (and sarky comments that made me laugh out loud and grammar wrangling and kink hitting and-) Without her, this story would be less than it is. Also, thanks to the
mini_nanowrimo challenge for getting me to *write*!. And, yes, the bar does exist.
This story can also be read over at Archive of Our Own
( Regardless of having earned his degrees at Oxford, Charles always had a soft spot for the city of Cambridge. )
