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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“I think I might go out,” he says, and Raven’s face flashes up towards his. She’s sitting at the kitchen counter, looking at her own hands. Hank knows she just got off the phone; the cord is looped around the leg of her chair, and she hadn’t bothered to disentangle it when she hung up.
“What?” she says.
“Moira told me about a thing.”
“Not that thing on the cover of the Oracle, Hank,” Raven says.
“What?” Hank says, startled.
“They aren’t--Moira’s wrong,” Raven says. “They accept humans of all kinds, but they’re human, Hank. They won’t know what to do with you.”
“I don’t know what to do with me,” Hank replies, and Raven falls silent.
“Beast,” she says, after a beat. “Hank. Your research is amazing. You know that, right?”
“Don’t you think it’s strange that my mutation is purely physical?” Hank says. “Just a little?”
“Should I?” Raven asks, and Hank shrugs. He’s standing in the doorway, and he might be looming, but something in Raven is bristling in a way that makes him uncertain about sitting down.
“I’m not using any of that, here,” he says. “If I’m not using my mutation, if I’m only using my human abilities, am I really a mutant at all?”
“Of course you are,” Raven says, and Hank shakes his head.
“This isn’t what Schrödinger intended it for,” he says, “but I’m like the cat. If no one sees me, I could be either a mutant or a human--I could be Hank McCoy, or I could be Beast, or I could be both or neither.”
Raven is quiet again, and the reverberations of Hank’s words hum through the room.
“Which do you want to be?” Raven asks, finally.
“Both,” he says. “But I don’t want it to be a question. I don’t want to be something in a box that might be both.”
It’s not the truth, not precisely: he doesn’t want to be both, but he can’t keep living as half.
Raven looks at him, the close sort of look people give things they are uncertain about, like she’s squinting to read a book with very fine print.
“I’ll go with,” she says, after a moment. “But not as Mystique. Just in case something happens.”
Hank has a feeling that the irony of Raven being the one going as a human escapes neither of them, so he doesn’t draw attention to it.
“Do you even know how many people will be here?” Raven asks him in the morning. They’re leaving the house while it’s still dark out, so Hank won’t draw attention, and Raven’s fidgeting with human Hank’s hair in a way Hank suspects he used to do quite often.
Hank shrugs.
“This is a terrible idea,” Raven breaths, weary and exasperated.
“I suspect Moira will be there,” Hank says. “She has firearms. And you can hide.”
“So it’s all on you,” Raven says. “And possibly Moira.”
“I guess it is,” Hank replies, and shrugs on his coat.
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