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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Empathy. Sympathy. Shared grief. But not pity. It simply wasn’t really his nature to pity.
But right now, lying sprawled on his bedroom floor, his chair out of reach and nothing nearby that he could use to haul himself onto his bed, Charles felt something terribly akin to self pity.
Help was just a telepathic call away. Hank was just down the hallway, his mind bubbling with numbers and chemical formulas. It would take nothing to nudge his mind and ask for a hand up. Hank was more than capable of picking him up and putting him in his chair as he desired.
But he wasn’t going to.
Nor was he going to fight to drag himself over the floor.
He was going to lie here, staring at his ceiling and feeling tears trickling down the sides of his face and into his hair line.
Because it wasn’t fairAll he’d done was tried to stop a war, tried to stop one friend from killing another, got up at the exact wrong second and now he was here, trapped with legs that would never feel, never move ( ... )
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Their higher ups could sometimes be reasoned with. Fresh faced recruits were yet to have their individuality beaten from their hides. It was the soldiers that Charles found hard to cope with. The reminded him of the jocks he’d known all his life, the boys who were bigger and meaner and so scared of themselves and not being man enough that it hurt Charles’ head to keep them out.
And now he was trying to get a squad of them to listen to him as he talked to them about the practical applications of genetic research and variation and the possibility of genetically coded weaponry that could not be fired by anyone but the owner.
And they weren’t listening. Most of them were just wondering why they had to listen to an egg head crippleHe wheels himself away from the podium. “Gentlemen, if I may speak frankly ( ... )
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Shiro didn’t look impressed with anything that was being discussed. He had come here, but Charles knew that it was mostly because he wanted to prove that he could do better than anyone else here.
But it was some kind of motivation to learn. It was more than Erik had had for staying.
He looked down briefly, forcing away the thoughts of Erik.
“And then I will be expected to share with one of the gaijin.”
“With one of the other students. We don’t accept racial slurs here, Shiro. Bigotry will not be tolerated. If we expect humans to learn and accept us, we must learn about and to accept others different from ourselves.”
“A very pretty speech, Xavier-san. You must have a lot ( ... )
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But one thing... maybe put "bound" in quotes in the "being bound in a wheelchair" part?
I don't mean to say how you should write something, but "wheelchair-bound" is a really triggery phrase. :( I think you're meaning it in a reclaiming way, but it's still a little :(
This is such an amazing fill though! Thank you so much. <3
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THIS. AWESOME.
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Charles sat by the window, watching as the car pulled up slowly and the lean figure got out, looking about.
He still wore the helmet, of course, but it didn’t stop Charles from recognising the look on his face, reading his emotions in the way he moved.
Hank, I need to borrow you before Erik comes up here.He felt Hank’s attention and assent before moving himself to his armchair, setting up things as best he could ( ... )
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I won’t stop encouraging them to be proud and open, Erik murmured against his mind.
Don’t expect you to. He leaned in, their cheeks and temples resting against one another. “I’ve learned a little about fighting against and exploiting bigotry since we last spent time together ( ... )
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He smiled tiredly and brushed his fingers through Erik’s hair, rolling onto his side with a bit of fidgeting to watch his lover.
Not ex-lover. Lover. Last night had certainly proved that.
“Morning,” Erik mumbled into his arm.
“Morning,” he murmured back. “I had almost forgotten how wonderfully rumpled you are in the morning.”
Erik grunted and rolled onto his back, stretching luxuriously and then rolling back into Charles’ side, wrapping his legs around Charles’ own. Charles chuckled and hugged him briefly before taping his back. “Come on, let go. I need to get up.”
“No, you don’t. You need to stay in bed with me.” Erik buried his face against Charles’ shoulder, pressing kisses to his skin.
“Erik...”
“Have I mentioned how incredibly sexy your arms are? Your hands are so strong and your arms...”
There was a brief flicker of regret, or guilt about why they were so but to his credit, Erik didn’t focus on it ( ... )
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And eep, this line '“I hate to impose,” he said with a terse smile. “But I feel rather shaken right now. Would someone give me a hand back to my chair?”' is so beautifully in character because oh, -Charles-, this is so entirely him it hurts. I love how he is still himself despite all of the situations and how much grace he keeps with him because ack, he is so proper, he would totally be this way, I adore you. <3
And ERIK and how he gets over all of his silly ideas about how Charles must be and feel now, and -this-: 'Charles woke up sprawled in his bed, Erik settled in against him like he had slept there every night for years.' is my favorite line. It really is. I love it. <3 It's so beautiful and I think they have this way about them in how they fit together, so even if they had been separated for so ( ... )
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Oh, I squeed. I cheered the entire time I read this! Bravo!
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