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120_minutenFandom: X-Men:First Class
Charaktere: Sean (Banshee), Raven (Mystique)
Implied Pairings: Erik/Charles, Raven-->Erik, Hank-->Raven, Raven/Erik/Charles, Sean-->Raven, Sean-->?
Titel: Shake it up, Baby 1/2
Challenge: Kink: "Drei sind (k)einer zu viel"
Warnungen: Nichts explizites, aber es wird über Dreier nachgedacht und über beinah inzestuöse Beziehungen spekuliert (die nicht so stattfinden, außer in Sean's Kopf.) Außerdem wird pot geraucht. Und hemmungsloser Raven-worship, weil ich Jennifer Lawrence eine der hottesten Frauen ever finde.
Wörter: ~900
Vorwort: Keine Ahnung, was über mich kam. XD Erstens wollte ich immer mal, dass Raven und Sean zusammen nen Joint rauchen, zweitens waren das die 60er, und die X-Men sind eh wie eine große, inzestuöse Hippie-Kommune, okay? *hust* Zumindest hab ich den Film so verstanden. ;D
Well, work it on out, honey
You know you look so good
You know you got me going now
Just like I knew you would
Beatles: "Twist and Shout"
Sean likes Raven the most.
Not that way, okay?
She’s just really nice and funny and she actually does talk to him, which most girls don’t.
Well, maybe he used to like her that way, too. But only in the beginning.
Raven is really pretty and sexy and let’s be honest, she’s probably every guys wet dream. But despite evidence to the contrary Sean isn’t stupid and he knows a hopeless case when he sees one.
Sometimes Sean thinks Raven is interested in Hank. He isn’t sure though, because sometimes they seem pretty close and other times there’s a certain kind of tenseness surrounding them that’s not entirely due to unsolved sexual tension.
At least she's definitely not into Havok though, which he totally understands, because that guy is a serious douchebag who has some serious issues.
Hell, she might be interested in Erik, for all he knows, or even in Charles (which is a little bit disturbing considering the fact they’re almost siblings), but he’s pretty sure she’s so totally not into supersonic gingers.
So, okay. No hot blondes for him.
But she’s still smart and hilarious and she’s a pretty cool friend.
Which is exactly why she squeals and laughs and promises not rat him out to the Professor when she catches him in his room one night about to roll a joint.
“Uhm…,” he says, hands stopping mid-motion.
“I knew it!” she yelps and points at him.
“It’s not what you…”
“I knew it! That’s why you’re always so rela~xed.” She stretches the word until it has ten syllables.
“I…shit. I can explain…” He starts to sweat. This isn’t good. He’s pretty sure the professor wouldn’t approve of this. And he likes Charles too much to ever disappoint him.
“Nah, don’t worry about it, Banshee.” Unfazed she jumps on his bed and waves her hand airily. She smiles her Cheshire cat grin. “I won’t tell anybody that you’re a hippie stoner.”
“I’m not!” he squeaks indignantly. He’s not a stoner, really. He just smokes dope sometimes to unwind. One joint or maybe two. Not more. Never more.
“Oh, you totally are.” She giggles. “Which is cool by the way. I think everybody in this mansion could do with some more relaxation and entertainment. Everybody’s always so goddamn serious all the time.” She sighs and rolls her eyes.
“It’s a serious situation?” he offers, even though he secretly agrees with her.
“It is and this is exactly why you need to share some of your stuff with me.”
“Oh no! No, wait. Raven, really, I really don’t think this is…”
Of course he has no say in it. Even though the mere thought of the professor’s reaction should he ever discover Sean shares weed with his favorite little sister makes him shudder. Not to mention Erik. Oh God, Erik.
Sean wants to die a little when he thinks about it.
He’s pretty sure Erik wouldn’t mind so much the occasional use of marijuana, but he sure doesn’t like it when something (or somebody) upsets Charles. It’s a known fact. And Erik is a scary son of a bitch if there ever was one. He looks like the type who knows where to hide the bodies.
“You think too much,” Raven complains lazily. She’s rolling around his bed, relaxed and loose-limbed, one joint between her lips. Right now she lies on her back, one arm behind her head, legs outstretched. She dreamily watches the ceiling as if it became incredibly fascinating somehow.
Sean makes a manly noise of amusement. (He’s not giggling, okay? He doesn't giggle. And Havok can shove his stupid comments.) “Your two dads are going to kill me,” he announces. He's strangely okay with the thought.
Raven frowns and rolls her eyes at him. “Charles isn’t my dad, you bimbo. He wishes.”
Sean collapses into a helpless fit of laughter while Raven makes indignant noises. “That sounds like a serious kink.”
Maybe Ravens totally should have, like, a threesome with Charles and Erik. That might loosen everybody up.
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t mean it like that.” She pouts and looks incredibly sexy doing it.
Maybe Sean is a little bit into her. Maybe.
Or maybe it’s just the dope talking.
“I wouldn’t mind having a dad like Charles,” he states contemplatively, blowing some smoke up at the ceiling.
“Oh really,” she drawls. “Now, who’s kinky? Believe me when I tell you, Charles is not into being anybody’s sugar daddy.”
“No, I mean, seriously.” Sean closes his eyes for a moment. The joint is warm and glowing beneath his fingers and suddenly he remembers being eleven and smoking for the first time. And he remembers how his dad hit the cigarette right out of his mouth.
“I stole my first cigarette from my dad,” he says softly, dreamily. “He wasn’t happy about it. I just think… must be nice to have had a dad that was a little bit like Charles. A dad who’s into books instead of booze. Who is, like, supporting and stuff…”
For a second a strange emotion flickers across her face, something akin to sadness. Might be sympathy, might be pity, he doesn’t know and right now he finds he doesn’t particularly care. Anyway, it’s gone before he’s able to decipher it.
“Yeah, my genitor was a real sunshine, too.” She blows smoke out and rolls her eyes lazily, like it doesn’t really matter. Except it does.
It always matters.
“I’m sorry”, he says. It stupid and redundant, but it’s the only thing he can think of.
“Sorry can’t buy me love”, she sings and waves his apologetic expression away. “Who cares? I barely remember him.”
They’re all orphans in mutant land, Sean thinks.
Which is a little bit sad and a little bit funny, considering the weirdos and nutcase he has been hanging out with recently.
Teil 2
Charaktere: Sean (Banshee), Raven (Mystique)
Implied Pairings: Erik/Charles, Raven-->Erik, Hank-->Raven, Raven/Erik/Charles, Sean-->Raven, Sean-->?
Titel: Shake it up, Baby 1/2
Challenge: Kink: "Drei sind (k)einer zu viel"
Warnungen: Nichts explizites, aber es wird über Dreier nachgedacht und über beinah inzestuöse Beziehungen spekuliert (die nicht so stattfinden, außer in Sean's Kopf.) Außerdem wird pot geraucht. Und hemmungsloser Raven-worship, weil ich Jennifer Lawrence eine der hottesten Frauen ever finde.
Wörter: ~900
Vorwort: Keine Ahnung, was über mich kam. XD Erstens wollte ich immer mal, dass Raven und Sean zusammen nen Joint rauchen, zweitens waren das die 60er, und die X-Men sind eh wie eine große, inzestuöse Hippie-Kommune, okay? *hust* Zumindest hab ich den Film so verstanden. ;D
Well, work it on out, honey
You know you look so good
You know you got me going now
Just like I knew you would
Beatles: "Twist and Shout"
Sean likes Raven the most.
Not that way, okay?
She’s just really nice and funny and she actually does talk to him, which most girls don’t.
Well, maybe he used to like her that way, too. But only in the beginning.
Raven is really pretty and sexy and let’s be honest, she’s probably every guys wet dream. But despite evidence to the contrary Sean isn’t stupid and he knows a hopeless case when he sees one.
Sometimes Sean thinks Raven is interested in Hank. He isn’t sure though, because sometimes they seem pretty close and other times there’s a certain kind of tenseness surrounding them that’s not entirely due to unsolved sexual tension.
At least she's definitely not into Havok though, which he totally understands, because that guy is a serious douchebag who has some serious issues.
Hell, she might be interested in Erik, for all he knows, or even in Charles (which is a little bit disturbing considering the fact they’re almost siblings), but he’s pretty sure she’s so totally not into supersonic gingers.
So, okay. No hot blondes for him.
But she’s still smart and hilarious and she’s a pretty cool friend.
Which is exactly why she squeals and laughs and promises not rat him out to the Professor when she catches him in his room one night about to roll a joint.
“Uhm…,” he says, hands stopping mid-motion.
“I knew it!” she yelps and points at him.
“It’s not what you…”
“I knew it! That’s why you’re always so rela~xed.” She stretches the word until it has ten syllables.
“I…shit. I can explain…” He starts to sweat. This isn’t good. He’s pretty sure the professor wouldn’t approve of this. And he likes Charles too much to ever disappoint him.
“Nah, don’t worry about it, Banshee.” Unfazed she jumps on his bed and waves her hand airily. She smiles her Cheshire cat grin. “I won’t tell anybody that you’re a hippie stoner.”
“I’m not!” he squeaks indignantly. He’s not a stoner, really. He just smokes dope sometimes to unwind. One joint or maybe two. Not more. Never more.
“Oh, you totally are.” She giggles. “Which is cool by the way. I think everybody in this mansion could do with some more relaxation and entertainment. Everybody’s always so goddamn serious all the time.” She sighs and rolls her eyes.
“It’s a serious situation?” he offers, even though he secretly agrees with her.
“It is and this is exactly why you need to share some of your stuff with me.”
“Oh no! No, wait. Raven, really, I really don’t think this is…”
Of course he has no say in it. Even though the mere thought of the professor’s reaction should he ever discover Sean shares weed with his favorite little sister makes him shudder. Not to mention Erik. Oh God, Erik.
Sean wants to die a little when he thinks about it.
He’s pretty sure Erik wouldn’t mind so much the occasional use of marijuana, but he sure doesn’t like it when something (or somebody) upsets Charles. It’s a known fact. And Erik is a scary son of a bitch if there ever was one. He looks like the type who knows where to hide the bodies.
“You think too much,” Raven complains lazily. She’s rolling around his bed, relaxed and loose-limbed, one joint between her lips. Right now she lies on her back, one arm behind her head, legs outstretched. She dreamily watches the ceiling as if it became incredibly fascinating somehow.
Sean makes a manly noise of amusement. (He’s not giggling, okay? He doesn't giggle. And Havok can shove his stupid comments.) “Your two dads are going to kill me,” he announces. He's strangely okay with the thought.
Raven frowns and rolls her eyes at him. “Charles isn’t my dad, you bimbo. He wishes.”
Sean collapses into a helpless fit of laughter while Raven makes indignant noises. “That sounds like a serious kink.”
Maybe Ravens totally should have, like, a threesome with Charles and Erik. That might loosen everybody up.
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t mean it like that.” She pouts and looks incredibly sexy doing it.
Maybe Sean is a little bit into her. Maybe.
Or maybe it’s just the dope talking.
“I wouldn’t mind having a dad like Charles,” he states contemplatively, blowing some smoke up at the ceiling.
“Oh really,” she drawls. “Now, who’s kinky? Believe me when I tell you, Charles is not into being anybody’s sugar daddy.”
“No, I mean, seriously.” Sean closes his eyes for a moment. The joint is warm and glowing beneath his fingers and suddenly he remembers being eleven and smoking for the first time. And he remembers how his dad hit the cigarette right out of his mouth.
“I stole my first cigarette from my dad,” he says softly, dreamily. “He wasn’t happy about it. I just think… must be nice to have had a dad that was a little bit like Charles. A dad who’s into books instead of booze. Who is, like, supporting and stuff…”
For a second a strange emotion flickers across her face, something akin to sadness. Might be sympathy, might be pity, he doesn’t know and right now he finds he doesn’t particularly care. Anyway, it’s gone before he’s able to decipher it.
“Yeah, my genitor was a real sunshine, too.” She blows smoke out and rolls her eyes lazily, like it doesn’t really matter. Except it does.
It always matters.
“I’m sorry”, he says. It stupid and redundant, but it’s the only thing he can think of.
“Sorry can’t buy me love”, she sings and waves his apologetic expression away. “Who cares? I barely remember him.”
They’re all orphans in mutant land, Sean thinks.
Which is a little bit sad and a little bit funny, considering the weirdos and nutcase he has been hanging out with recently.
Teil 2
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Date: 2012-10-01 03:43 pm (UTC)Schon das Vorwort trifft den Nagel auf den Kopf, tehehe.
Die Charaktere sind ja echt mal interessant, dass es in diesem Fandom noch was anderes gibt als Charles/Erik (wobei das auch einfach nur ein wunderbares Pairing ist... xD) MAN LERNT JA NICHT AUS. XD
Ich mag die Gespräche über die fehlenden Eltern übrigens. Alle sind irgendwie kaputt und wissen das auch... aber im Endeffekt haben sie nur sich und sind froh und glücklich miteinander. So halb zumindest.
Maybe Ravens totally should have, like, a threesome with Charles and Erik. That might loosen everybody up.
SEAN IS BEST FANGIRL XDDDDD
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:20 pm (UTC)McAvoy und Fassbender sind aber auch einfach so toll zusammen.
Ich fand aber tatsächlich auch noch ganz viele andere Kisten sehr interessant - zum Beispiel Raven und Charles, die so ne Mischung aus Geschwistervibes und andere Vibes hatten und Erik und Raven, die auch ganz seltsame Vibes hatte und überhaupt.
Aber im wesentlich fand ich es einfach schön wie sie sich alle so gefunden haben und wenigstens kurzfristig eine glückliche, inzestuöse Hippiekommune waren ...
Bis dann alles so schief ging am Ende und der große Scheidungskrieg kam. D: D: