mirror in the sky (prompts post)

[harborshore]

Because my WIPs are either full of brooding mutants or dramatic musicians.

Stolen from torakowalski. ♥

Below are some fandom cliches taken from the tropes meme that went around a while ago. Pick one and give me a pairing (and some details if you want) and we'll see what I can come up with.

Preferred fandoms are: X-Men: First Class, Bandom (you lot know what I write), BTVS, DCU and Veronica Mars but I'm open to others as well. AU and genderfuck prompts are always more than welcome.

Each trope can only be picked once; pairings and fandoms can be re-used.

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU

ETA: 3 left! Genderswap, historical AU, and HS/college AU.

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PART 1.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

There's a sharp, tearing sound that cuts right through the storm and Charles turns to look at Erik who followed him outside (they always follow each other, it's very odd) and then he passes out.

When he wakes up, his head is quiet. Not just shielded quiet or no-one-is-around quiet, it's completely void of any external thought. His telepathy is--his telepathy is gone.

And then he sees himself, sprawled in the grass, and finally looks down. He's in Erik's body. He nearly passes out again, but manages to crawl over to himself--is Erik in there, then? This is not like anything Charles has previously experienced, and he's very certain that he doesn't like it.

He touches his own shoulder. "Erik?"

Before he even has time to blink, he's flat on his back on the ground and staring into his own eyes, wild and blue and very, very confused.

"You," he says. "You're Charles." He says it like he's sure, and Charles can probably make an educated guess as to why someone waking up in his body would know the actual identity of someone wearing the wrong face.

Charles nods. "You're Erik, I take it."

"Fuck," Erik says, and the way he says it makes Charles quite sure that yes, this is Erik. (The reflexes are also a good indication.)

"Yes," he says in reply, because they certainly are fucked. "How's your head, dear friend?"

"It's--" Erik swallows. "How do you. How--I can hear everything, Charles."

"I know," he says, and winces. His telepathy was strong when it first awoke, but he can't imagine waking to the kind of abilities he has now.

"It's not fun, I can tell you that," Erik says, and then blinks when Charles projects you're answering my thoughts. "Goddammit, I'm sorry."

"Not to worry," Charles says. "You can't not, at the moment. It took me two years before I could be sure to keep out of the deeper layers of people's heads."

Erik swallows. "But you can, now?"

"Not always," Charles admits. "It's--it's quite strong, at this point, and maintaining shields takes effort."

Erik shakes his head. "How do you live like this?" he says, and it's an earnest question. He's still not moving from where he's lying on top of Charles.

"I, er. Carefully," Charles says. "I will always know too much, there's no way around that." It matters what he does with it, he always tells himself, but the ethics of it aren't easy.

"I know you try," Erik says, and Charles nods, because he's probably going to be having conversations half in and half out of their minds, until they fix this. They have to fix this.