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 have a mutant I think should stay here,” she says.
“With us?” Hank asks, glancing around. There’s a hand towel crumpled up on the bar on front of the oven, a pile of dishes in the sink that Hank will probably do in the morning. They have a spare room, which doesn’t mean they need someone to fill it, and bringing a mutant who may not have had contact with other mutants before into the middle of their tenuous truce seems like a terrible idea.
“Yes, with us,” Raven says, granting Hank a withering look. “Where else?”
“I’m just not sure we’re in the best--I’m just not sure we should be having guests.”
“You keep having Moira and that poet over,” Raven says, and makes poet sound like a dirty word.
“So, what, we should bring another mutant into the middle of our shit?” Hank asks. “Someone who doesn’t know any of this, and probably just wants to know there are other people in the world like them, and doesn’t want to be immediately asked to pick sides.”
“Hank,” Raven says, and then she sits down at the table, reaches across and puts her hands on his shoulders.
“Yes?”
“His name’s Scott Summers,” Raven says. “I suspect he’s Alex’s brother.”
Hank says something that might be fuck.
Raven nods.
“He thinks all his siblings are dead,” she continues. “Which is why I want him to stay with us until we can ascertain whether they might be related. You could--could you do something with their genes?”
“What does he do?” Hank asks, and Raven smiles tightly.
“It looks like what Alex does, but it comes out of his eyes. He can’t control it--if you could develop something--”
“Siblings,” Hank says, nodding. “Would be great for my research.”
Raven grins for real this time, and Hank writes Alex a letter that consciously skirts the issue.
01/31/67
Alex--
1967 hasn’t made me anything, including hurt--which is to say, Raven and I made it home from the Be-In fine. Worried about me?
You probably have a point about limits. My mutation has never seemed particularly frightening, just physically disfiguring, though I supposed I am stronger now than I would be without the extra chromosomes. Speaking of, are you up-to-date on my research? I’m trying to pin down how our mutations work on a genetic level, developing new techniques in the process (hence the fellowship, as Charles is really the only one providing funding for genetic research on mutants). Probably spreading my intellect too thin. But I’m becoming more interested in how differentiated mutations are--do you know if anyone at the school had siblings with powers? I, unfortunately, am an only child.
Speaking of, is your suit still working to control your powers? I think your mutation is considerably more fearsome than mine; I can understand how it would be a trial.
-H
p.s. Since you’ve told me so much about yourself, and you’ve revealed something about your jailtime (it wasn’t arson, was it?) I’ll give you one in exchange: I lost my virginity to someone named Elias Sill. Who was, yes, male.
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