Requested Ficlet: "The Name Game"
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nevannaFandom: X-Men: First Class
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: He’s nearly ready to shed Erik Lehnsherr like a snakeskin and recreate himself completely.
Words: c. 320
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beccadg
Notes: "The Miraculous Magneto" is from the very first issue of X-Men, published in 1963. Oh, Silver Age.
The Name Game
Charles leans over the terrace railing and admires the sunset for a moment, before turning back to Erik with a slight smile. “Have you given any more thought to the codenames that the students chose for us?”
“You still insist on calling them students,” Erik replies. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this argument; even if Charles couldn’t read his thoughts, the words could still go unsaid. Even now, he’s not sure that all of their trainees understand the reality of their situation, although after Sebastian Shaw’s first attack on their base and the death of one of their own, they at least know what they will be facing. “We’re preparing for a war, not a written exam. I think that they may have named you well, Professor X.”
“The name does make me sound rather sinister,” Charles remarks. A mischievous smile curls across his face, the same smile that he must have used when playing pranks as a child or charming unsuspecting young women in Oxford. “Yours has a nice ring to it.”
“It’s not mine yet,” although part of him wants it to be. He’s nearly ready to shed Erik Lehnsherr like a snakeskin and recreate himself completely… or complete a creation that began long ago.
“ ‘Magneto the Magificent,’ ” Charles continues. “Or how about ‘The Miraculous Magneto’? ”
Despite himself, Erik barks out a laugh. “I wouldn’t go so far as ‘miraculous.’”
All the playfulness and mischief fade from Charles’ face. “Then perhaps you need to look again,” he says quietly, placing a hand on Erik’s shoulder. “Think about what you’ve endured, remember that you’re still fighting, and reconsider.”
Charles believes that he can make those words true just by speaking them, and Erik may resent this, but even more, he resents how much he himself wishes that they were true.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: He’s nearly ready to shed Erik Lehnsherr like a snakeskin and recreate himself completely.
Words: c. 320
Written for:
beccadg Notes: "The Miraculous Magneto" is from the very first issue of X-Men, published in 1963. Oh, Silver Age.
The Name Game
Charles leans over the terrace railing and admires the sunset for a moment, before turning back to Erik with a slight smile. “Have you given any more thought to the codenames that the students chose for us?”
“You still insist on calling them students,” Erik replies. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this argument; even if Charles couldn’t read his thoughts, the words could still go unsaid. Even now, he’s not sure that all of their trainees understand the reality of their situation, although after Sebastian Shaw’s first attack on their base and the death of one of their own, they at least know what they will be facing. “We’re preparing for a war, not a written exam. I think that they may have named you well, Professor X.”
“The name does make me sound rather sinister,” Charles remarks. A mischievous smile curls across his face, the same smile that he must have used when playing pranks as a child or charming unsuspecting young women in Oxford. “Yours has a nice ring to it.”
“It’s not mine yet,” although part of him wants it to be. He’s nearly ready to shed Erik Lehnsherr like a snakeskin and recreate himself completely… or complete a creation that began long ago.
“ ‘Magneto the Magificent,’ ” Charles continues. “Or how about ‘The Miraculous Magneto’? ”
Despite himself, Erik barks out a laugh. “I wouldn’t go so far as ‘miraculous.’”
All the playfulness and mischief fade from Charles’ face. “Then perhaps you need to look again,” he says quietly, placing a hand on Erik’s shoulder. “Think about what you’ve endured, remember that you’re still fighting, and reconsider.”
Charles believes that he can make those words true just by speaking them, and Erik may resent this, but even more, he resents how much he himself wishes that they were true.
