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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“We should give up on the continent.” One of them, a man of about forty, says.
“Oh yeah,” another man says, who looks as though he could be the first man’s brother or maybe his son. “Because crossing the Atlantic’s exactly what we need on top of everything else.”
“America?” Erik prompts, noticing that no one is exactly finding it easy to catch his eye. A young girl, maybe sixteen, shuffles a bit and then answers him.
“I heard they found a cure - saved millions.” She shrugs, almost apologetically and keeps her head ducked low. “I think it’s worth a go.” She hazards, looking shyly at the man who’d shot down the suggestion before.
“You don’t try crossing the Atlantic, for fucks sake, Anne!” He says, on the verge of shouting as he throws his hands up.
“No, wait.” Erik says, “Who did you hear this from?”
Anne looks shyly at him and twists her lips. “An American woman who’d come down from Glasgow.” She says. “I met her in Manchester and we travelled as far as- as Reading together. She was heading to Southampton. Said that was where survivors were bound to go if they were trying to cross to America.”
“Did she say where she heard it from?” Erik asks, and she flicks her eyes up to him quickly. She’s afraid.
“Um, no.” She says. “Not exactly. There was something odd about her, though. I don’t know. Just, um. Something... intense and... military but not... you know.” She gestures to the three soldiers next to them. “Not that kind of military. Something higher up, maybe. I don’t know. She was very... she could tell things about you that most people wouldn’t notice, kind of.”
“Something... odd?” Erik repeats, and she chews her lip and nods, shrugging. “What was her name?”
“Emma Frost.” Erik nods. He doesn’t know the name but there’s something about the look Anne has in her eyes when describing this woman that reminds Erik of the way Sebastian had looked at him after he showed him the trick with the coin.
“I’m going to Southampton.” He announces, looking around at the others. “Britain is no better than the rest of Europe and there’s a chance America might have escaped the worst of all this. Is anyone coming with me?”
The fisherman from Calais opts to take his boat back home and to hang on to life there. Three of those who had met them on the docks go with him. Two of the soldiers decide to go home and see if they can find any of their family; the third, a Welsh cook, chooses to come with Erik to see if a ship to America materialises. The man who had suggested that the continent wasn’t going to offer them anything England can’t - Geoff, he says his name is - nods to Erik and comes to stand on his side of the group, which is when Erik realises there are sides.
Anne looks at the group heading to Calais with regret but then smiles at Erik and says, “I’ll come with you.”
The four of them walk into the town of Dover - deserted, nearly silent, but with no bodies in the streets - until they find a car with nearly a full tank of petrol and, helpfully, a map on the back seat. Geoff drives and Erik navigates. The drive is quiet and tense with anticipation.
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