Fic: Away

Title: Away
Series: Abide
Summary: When the cat's away, the mice will play. As long as that's what the cat wants.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 1218
Rating/Contents: NC-17, D/s AU, hot sub-on-sub action
Pairing: Charles/Erik
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A/N: So there was punishment sex, and angry sex, and Hank and Angel are over here in another tab talking about sexuality and gender (Hank, Angel, y u do this), so somebody needed to have some sexy sex, for sexual purposes. Charles and Erik got volunteered. There is no bad here.

( Away )

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Fic: Change

Title: Change
Series: Abide
Summary: All he wants is to be normal.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 2056
Rating/Contents: PG, D/s AU, gender/sexuality (and the mutability thereof) issues
Pairing: Angel/Hank
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: These mutants, I swear to fucking god. So I have Thoughts about this story? But they are really Thoughts about D/s AU and wish fulfillment in general, and I feel like, honestly, I might be tap-dancing on people's toes, and it is SERIOUSLY too early in the year to be doing that. So here is a lot of Hank and Angel having ~feelings~.

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A billion years after everybody else did it (poss. literally)

Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

I'm cheating a little. The closest book is the deluxe edition of Bad As Me, but that's not paginated (thank god, honestly, because I don't really want Tom Waits to describe anything about my sex life); and the second-closest book is a National Parks guide with a hundred pages of maps at the beginning, which I think means I would have to have sex in Lassen, and it's just too cold right now to do that (though, remind me to tell you my friend's story about the people who made porn at Zion).

So here is the third-closest book, my beloved copy of Idylls of the King from 1923 that is going to fall apart the next time someone breathes on it too heavily:

'Let Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot know, Thy noblest and thy truest!'

Well, shit, if that's all I have to do, that's not so bad.

Don't know how I'm going to get a message to a fictional medieval knight. We'll worry about that later. Maybe I'll tweet at him.

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