#Charles has a death grip on him 😭😭

[wishchip106]

still thinking about how Erik threw himself onto Charles on the plane

he did that out of instinct there were no thoughts only “Protect Charles”

kinda gay…

and yet he still left him paralyzed lying in the sand 😒

get your priorities straight

[cerona10]

Piarles + 40 from the kiss prompts ('because the world is ending') 🫶

anna please... you destroyed me with this one 😭 This is a rough one so I'm warning you all in advance.

cw// implied character death(s)

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“How’s your family?” 

Charles looks up, eyes glassy and nose still red and runny from crying. “They’re okay,” he manages to choke out. “Well-- they’re as okay as they can be. They’re together at least, that—that's enough.” 

It has to be. They don’t have much left, not when death is at their doorstep. 

The end of the world barely had time to register with Charles until now. Just this morning he woke up ready to race as he always has when news started to spread that a rogue asteroid had slipped past all detection and was on a collision course with earth by sunset. All hell broke loose not long after, by noon all forms of logistics and transportation had disappeared as everyone did everything, anything they could to make use of what little time they had. 

He was spared from the chaos when Pierre found him and all but dragged him to his hotel room to hunker down and stay safe, using their phones to keep track of any news that comes in about their impending doom. 

“What about yours?” Charles sniffles. “Are they...” 

“They’re with their families,” Pierre confirms. His hair is disheveled, and tears are still streaming down his cheeks. He’s curled up at the foot of the bed with his knees pressed up against his chest, and Charles can’t remember when was the last time Pierre looked so small. 

Still, it’s not like they care much about appearances when it’s just the two of them, and that goes doubly so when the end of the world is upon them, so Charles scooches over and presses himself as close to Pierre as possible like they’re still little kids huddling from the cold and rests his head on Pierre’s shoulder. 

“How much time do we have left?” Charles asks. 

Pierre shudders. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to know.” 

Somehow, Charles’ hand finds Pierre’s and they grip onto each other like a lifeline. Charles can feel the circulation getting cut off, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when Pierre’s grip is so strong and warm. 

“Probably for the best,” Charles agrees. 

They sit in silence for a while, and it’s both companiable and immense. What else can they say? What words are there that could possibly hope to give comfort and fit in a time like this? 

Somehow, someway, Pierre finds those words. 

“For what it’s worth,” Pierre says. “I’m glad I got to spend these last moments with you.” 

Charles breath hitches, his chest hollow and heavy, but when he opens his mouth to reply, he finds that the words escape his lips quite easily. “Me too. I’m happy that I’m with you.” 

It makes its own sense, in a way. They’ve walked on the same path for so long, always by each other’s side, it’s only fitting that they reach the end together. 

Charles pulls his head away from Pierre’s shoulder to get one last, good look at him, something to commit to memory for wherever Charles goes next, only to find Pierre looking straight at him with his big, blue eyes, all but ready to burst once more. 

He’s not sure who inches closer first, nor who it is that initiates, only that in one moment they were staring at each other, and in the next they’re locking lips, the space between them all but disappearing. 

Charles pours everything he has into the kiss, all the love that he’s bottled up inside, all his regrets, all his joy, and he feels Pierre respond in kind. This is everything he has ever wanted. He wishes this had happened sooner, he’s happy he has the chance to have this in the end, he never wants to let Pierre go. 

Where else would they be? 

Where else could they go but here? 

It’s in this soft, loving embrace that Charles’ world turns into bright, white light, but throughout it all, Pierre never let go. 

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