THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST
You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT
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The grains of salt get caught underneath Charles’ fingernails, and he wonders if he’s past his thirteenth birthday yet.
The doctor says that the treatments aren’t working. He starts electroshock therapy in the morning.
They strap him down, ankles and wrists and torso, and push a piece of flat plastic into his mouth. So he doesn’t bite his tongue.
“You’ll feel better in a jiffy,” the doctor says, falsely cheerful, and Charles tries to shake his head, shake out the way the doctors words contradict his thoughts - this one might be hopeless - hopeless - non-violent at least - hopeless - but one of the orderlies puts a hand on his head to still him.
They brush his hair out off of his forehead, and push the electrodes against his skin.
They don’t warn him before they turn the machine on.
The voices scream at him, louder and louder, as he convulses on the table. He can barely understand and feel and think past the sharp curling electricity and the twin thoughts, twined so close together that he can’t untangle them, one murmuring, shhh darling you’re alright it’s alright, and the other yelling at him, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP.
He wakes up his bed. At least, he assumes it’s his bed, but he can’t quite remember. Everything is foggy, and all of his muscles hurt. The bed across the room is empty, and Charles vaguely remembers the boy who sleeps there, but not his name, and not his face. It’s like someone cut into his head with a scalpel and sliced out all the details, leaving him with cardboard cutouts, faceless holes where all the features used to be.
He thinks, Raven, but he can’t quite remember her, just blue toes sticking out of the bottom of navy blue pants, and that can’t be true. Yellow eyes. A musical laugh.
He lies in bed and tries to slot all the pieces back together, but they don’t fit quite right anymore. He counts his fingers and his toes. He dozes off.
Sometime later, and orderly comes in with a sandwich, a cup of water, and a pill on a tray. She helps him sit up, and he does his best to eat. She watches to make sure that he swallows his pill.
Words - oh you poor boy poor thing - come from somewhere, but Charles can’t indentify their source, so he ignore them.
He plays chess with himself in the common room, but he can’t remember all the rules, anymore, so he makes them up. One of the girls watches him until it makes her angry and she swipes all the pieces off the board onto the floor.
- goddamn it damn everything you little shits how dare you - the water will come down all around us and - stop it stop it stop it -
Charles pushes his fingertips into his temple, and bends down to pick up the pieces.
The doctor shakes his head, and orders for more electroshock sessions.
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You’re too slow, comes from nowhere in particular, and he realizes that she’s staring at him, eyes wide and angry and he tries to speak but no words come out.
Wake up, she says, without moving her mouth. Wake up wake up wake up.
“Charles!”
The hissed words are enough to wake Charles, and he recognizes that voice, but he can’t place it. He sits up, ignoring the groans from his stiff muscles. It’s dark through the barred window, and there’s someone at the door.
“Yes?”
“Shh,” the voice hisses. “Come here, and don’t wake your roommate.”
The words are a whisper in the dark, and Charles heart is pounding, but he knows that voice, he does. He slips out of bed, and pads, barefoot, to the door of his room.
One of the orderlies is standing in the hallway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It’s the same one who brings him his pills and meals after the electroshock sessions. He can never quite remember her name.
The voices have shifted, the words that appear in the air and that no one else can hear. The ones that the doctor is trying to get rid of. There’s no, poor boy there you go so calm so sweet. Instead it’s, Charles, Charles, what have they done what have they I’ll kill them I’ll kill every one of them, with an anger so fierce that it makes Charles whimper and push his hands against his temples.
“Sorry, sorry,” she says, and then, “Charles, it’s me. It’s Raven.”
The sound of that name on her lips, the name that Charles holds close to his heart, even if he’s not sure what it means anymore, makes Charles jolt and look at her.
“No, that’s impossible,” he says. “Raven?”
“I’m going to get you out,” she says, “somehow. I promise.”
Charles shakes his head, uncomprehending, and the voice whispers, oh, Charles, what have they done to you? so sad and quiet that it makes his heart ache. When she hugs him he doesn’t pull away.
In the morning the orderly comes back, with his tray and his pill, and Charles obediently eats and swallows his pill. He watches her back when she turns to leave.
“Raven?” he asks, quietly, into the still room. She turns to look at him, confused, and then shakes her head.
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okay, I am. my heart is breaking for Charles and Raven, and I lovelovelove fiercely protective Raven.
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