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X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) WIP Dark!Charles Cherik

Charles often wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been born with his mutation and had been unable to hide it during his early years, and had instead gained it at a later age when he would be more wary and knew to keep it hidden. Would his mother have still had him committed until he learned to hide his mutation and pretend to be normal? Would he be a better person? A worse person? Would he have met Raven under the same circumstances?

He met Raven on his first week out of the asylum at 14, her at 8, and he manipulated the household and their minds to believe she was his sister and had lived there all her life; it had her in awe and fear at the same time, but that was replaced with hero worship when he got the story of her parents from her, and within the week, and after a trip to upstate New York, informed her that she didn’t have to worry about her parents any longer. It was no big loss, really; they were terrible people, and Charles was doing the world a favour — anyone who tried to drown their child when they found out about their gift deserved what was coming to them, in Charles’ opinion.

Now, 28 years old and watching dispassionately as the scientist, who had been experimenting on the semi-unconscious teen lying on the metal table, writhed on the floor, as his red face slowly turned purple because he had conveniently forgotten how to breathe. When the human finally went limp, brain empty and pulse no longer beating, Charles stepped over the trash and motioned at the mind he could feel coming into the room behind him.

“Did you get the files, Raven?” Charles asked his sister, not looking up from studying the restraints on the boy. They looked like they were made specifically to hold the teen — Subject H171, according to the tattoo on the teen’s arm. Charles sneered; these humans were no better than Nazis, branding anyone they deemed less-than-human with numbers, stripping their identity from them and experimenting on them.

Only a moment later, he realized there was another mind with Raven. This mind felt…it felt.

The pain, sadness and rage, yet still with a core of aching brightness not yet snuffed pouring off this mind, had Charles salivating. Charles wanted to wrap himself in that mind and drown in its beating pulse, wanted to plant himself in it and grow roots upon roots and let it grow fruit, let seasons pass and grow a forest full of just himself and ErikErikErik.

Turning around, hoping his face didn’t show his hunger, Charles came face to face with one of the most devastatingly handsome yet dangerous-looking men he had ever seen.

He had the most intriguing grey-green eyes, which Charles first noticed about Erik Lehnsherr. Those eyes were haunted by whatever ghosts lay in Erik’s past, and Charles had to force himself not just to take the knowledge of what those ghosts were from Erik’s mind.

And Erik’s mutation…it was a beautiful thing — a Ferrokinetic, how fascinating. While a gorgeous gift, it would also be incredibly useful.

“Who’s this?” Charles asked lightly, throwing the teens arm over his shoulder and lifting him up.

Raven rolled her golden eyes at him. “As if you haven’t read his mind already, Charles. You know exactly who he is.”

Erik’s attention snapped to him, and his lips parted, looking surprised, then awed.

“Indeed, though It’s always polite to ask, darling,” Charles conceded.

“You can read minds?” Erik asks. Was the man always shirtless? He looked like he could use a good meal or twenty, but he was still achingly gorgeous. “Is that your curse?”

Charles frowned and narrowed his eyes, immediately seeking the memory attached to Erik’s misunderstanding of mutations. He stepped into a memory.

“Mein junge. Mein kleiner,” Herr Doktor crooned, cupping his face, “Your powers are destructive, a curse; imagine if we could make your curse work for us?”

“Du..Du hast meine Mutter getötet.” You killed my mother.

“Nein, mein kleiner, du hast sie getötet, with your curse. But I can teach you how to control the power, use all that rage towards other means, hm? The Nazis think small, Mein Junge, but I think big, ja?”

“…Ja, Herr Doktor.”

“Wunderbar.”

More flashes of the Camps and Herr Doktor Schmidtt, the experiments, the torture, pushing Erik’s power beyond its limits until he passed out for days at a time, nose and ears bleeding and eyes bloodshot with broken vessels, passed through Charles’ mind until he got to the memories of the Camps being raided and Erik being rescued, only for his power to be discovered and Erik being sent into the nearest American government lab, then another, and another, for years, until a gloriously blue woman in a short skimpy leather outfit burst through the doors of the operating room where they were about to amputate his hands to see if that would affect his control over his power, and killed the surgeons and the Doktor’s with a flash of blue hands and feet.

Blinking, Charles took a moment to control his rage, unwilling to accidentally hurt his sister or the two mutants in the room by letting them feel the full force of his anger. Judging by Erik’s flinch, though, he was unable to hide the rage that showed on his face.

“Oh, my friend, I am not angry at you; I am angry at everyone who hurt you and this boy, Those humans who told you that your gift was a curse. You are not alone, Erik.” Charles smiled at the man. “You are not alone, and you are not cursed.”

Charles hadn’t even noticed he had moved to stand close to Erik or that he had reached out to cup the older man’s cheeks between his palms, not until he felt the aborted sob that Erik let out at Charles’ words.

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HP Severitus Second Year Dark Trio AU WIP (Snippet 1)

Snape’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing into Ron, who held the stare for a few moments before Ron broke eye contact. Snape’s eyes glinted, something in them distinctly enraged before he seemed to collect himself.

“Why, Mr. Weasley, did you know how to drive that car in the first place — I am under the understanding that you are…young to be driving, Wizard or not; not to mention, you shouldn’t even know about that car — according to your father, he never told you about it.”

Ron opened his mouth, and Harry wanted to groan; that was Ron’s panicked face, and he could tell Snape smelt blood in the water. “Fred & George taught me over the summer so that I could rescue Harry, Sir.”

Snape let the answer rest in the air for a moment before he questioned Ron again.

“And why, may I ask,” Snape silkily, knowingly, questioned, “Would Mr. Potter need rescuing from his loving guardians?”

Ron seemed to realize just what he had revealed, but to Harry’s horror, Ron looked like he wanted to take the opportunity and tell Snape the truth.

“Ron, shut up!” Harry hissed, only to pale as Snape turned those fathomless dark eyes onto him.

“No, Harry — I kept it quiet last year, but Hermione and I made a promise to each other that if it got any worse, we’d tell someone!” Ron had a stubborn jut to his jaw, and Harry shook his head, shooting pleading looks at his best friend.

“Ron, please —”

“Professor, do you have a Pensive?”

Snape’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline for a full five seconds before his eyes narrowed, crossing his arms.

“I do,” Snape drawled, “Why would you need one, Mr. Weasley?”

Ron lifted his chin, and Harry could only grit his teeth in despair as Ron revealed the truth.

“I’d like to report a student being abused, Professor, and since it’s Harry, I know I’ll need proof, and I have the memories to prove it.”

Snape drew back, looking seriously at Ron, his gaze searing into Harry for a moment before he nodded sharply.

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