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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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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“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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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