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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Beast:
Sorry, Christmas got a little hectic here. Havok, you might say. The Prof found out some of the kids hadn’t ever had a goose dinner (hell, I hadn’t ever had a goose dinner) and he got in his head we needed to do that--you can take it from there.
Can’t believe you cussed in your last letter. Hank! You really are a hardened criminal. Stealing gum, cussing. What other badass shit do you get up to? Since you didn’t mention anything in your last letter, I have to assume it’s pretty exciting.
Hope you had a happy Christmas. New Year’s coming up. You and Raven going to get it on at midnight? None of the new recruits are what I would call smoking.
-H.
Hank folds the letter and puts it back in its envelope. New Year’s has already come and gone. He and Raven split a bottle of champagne and went to bed early, but Alex is talking about making out like it was a possibility.
Elias Sill was a long time ago, when Hank was an undergraduate who could pass as human and Elias Sill was an undergraduate who could pass as older, and who taught Hank the things he couldn’t teach himself, with chapped lips and calloused hands. At the time, Hank could hardly believe that Elias wanted him, and now he found himself in the predicament again.
Elias had wanted Hank when he was barely old enough to be legal, sharp hip bones, pale skin, blue eyes. Slim, young, human, with at least the appearance of fragility.
He was no longer any of those things, and he wasn’t sure why Alex couldn’t see it. Probably because Alex wasn’t currently present, and maybe he’d forgotten about the blue fur, the blue skin, the flattened nose and yellow eyes.
With the letter folded and ensconced in its envelope, Hank doesn’t need to think about it, and then there’s a knock at the front door, and he has even fewer reasons to think about it.
It’s Moira, carrying an issue of The San Francisco Oracle.
“Human Be-In,” she says. “On the 14th.”
“What?” Hank asks. She holds up the paper, and on the front it says, “A Gathering of the Tribes for a Human Be-In.”
“Huh,” Hank says. “Sounds like crap.”
Moira shrugs.
“It might be,” she says. “It might be a place for you to go public. There’ll be LSD--some of them won’t even know if what they’re seeing is real.”
“And how’ll I get there?”
“Big coat,” Moira offers, and Hank furrows his brow.
“Think about it,” she says. “I really need to go.”
And so Moira leaves, and Hank leaves the paper on the kitchen table. Now there are two things he doesn’t want to think about, which is the way it usually goes, when he doesn’t want to think about something. Problems travel in packs, like dogs--it makes his hair riffle, just thinking about packs of dogs, which suggests there might be some tenure to the feline hypothesis.
Now might be the time to think of other things, not about how he should live his life: out in the open or cloistered, like he had before the change or closeted. There's an unfortunate frisson of a memory that rises up here, a reminder that Raven is the first person he's told about Elias in his life, and even her he hardly told at all. So there are those secrets again, and once again he just wants to turn his back on them and focus on something else.
He descends to the lab, and tests the simpler hypotheses: the ones he can actually prove.
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This fic is a goddamn home.
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Is Alex jealous? He totally is, right? I love that he seemed impressed of Hank's cussing.
And wow, there's a subplot on the rights of mutants. Are these events connected to Hank's road to the senate?
Lovely, lovely fic. <3
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