THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST

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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 God Boy and the Soldier (4/?)

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Erik continued his life as Shaw’s weapon. For a few days he felt a crushing bitterness that God had not chosen to lead him out, but it was greatly softened by the voice that remained in his head. He continued with missions whose purpose in Shaw’s in grand plan he couldn’t guess, or in snatching children for recruitment to that selfsame plan. But when he returned to his small apartment in the suburbs just outside the facility, he felt Charles’ presence like a moth fluttering towards the glow of his mind. Charles would glimpse wordlessly at his mood, at the images illuminated most prominently, and then ask him how he was feeling anyway.

Most of the time, the answer was, “Angry.”

At what Shaw has made you, Charles said.

“At what I’ve done,” Erik countered. “I can’t blame my actions on Shaw.”

But you can fight back, Charles answered. The moment you turn back and resist him is the moment you are absolved of all the sins you feel responsible for. Even if he killed you in that moment, you would be exalted, you would be free.

So despite his claims, Charles fancied himself something of a prophet.

“Are you telling me to martyr myself, Charles?” Erik chuckled. He was in his small kitchen, writing a list of things that needed stocking in the pantry. Behind him, the knife was chopping capsicums of its own accord while a whisk stirred the pasta before it could boil over. There were, of course, no wooden spoons in Erik’s cutlery drawer.

Heavens, no! Charles voice grew thick with distress and Erik winced. I think I would go mad if I didn’t have your company, my friend.

“I think I was mad before I had yours,” Erik replied softly, and he could hear-see-feel Charles beaming like a schoolgirl on her first date.

One night he asked Charles how long he had been under Shaw’s captivity. He expected the answer to be in months, and he balled his fists when Charles said, Two and a half years.

“Your family?” Erik asked, barely able to reign in his fury, which would only burn Charles’ telepathic tendrils.

My parents are dead. I don’t know what happened to my sister after I disappeared. She was in London, looking for work. I was a week shy of sixteen, starting my degree at Oxford, when they snatched me out of my dorm. It took me an hour before I realised this wasn’t a uni initiation rite, Charles giggled, a bubble of youthful humour, but Erik could feel the self-admonishment behind it.

“Is your sister like us?”

Oh, yes! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you! Charles’ said proudly, Raven is a shapeshifter, incredibly talented. You’d tell me if she came up on Shaw’s radar, wouldn’t you? He added cautiously.

“Of course I would,” Erik growled. He could feel Charles’ memories bleeding through their conversation, images of a beautiful, round-faced blonde (a word that could only be from Charles' vocabulary - ‘rambunctious’ - was tacked to the image), and beneath that a flash of blue skin and yellow eyes. “I’d never let them get their hands on her.”

That’s kind of you to say. She’s a survivor, my Raven, so I hope it never comes to that. She has much better instincts for these things than I do.