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Title: Flying Solo, Flying Free
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG
Pairing: Erik/Raven or Erik & Raven
Summary: Mystique prepares for her first mission.
Content Advisory: Nothing unless fridge logic comes into play. Set more firmly into the 1960s than I usually write, I guess.
Acknowledgements: For
firstclass100's prompt 'romance' in my usual sideways manner
Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Title From: "Defying Gravity" from Wicked, because.
On the ledge above the target's house, Raven takes a steadying breath. "There's no romance in a mission," was Erik's last admonishment before he left. "This is extremely dangerous. Don't ever let your guard slip."
She'd nodded dutifully, biting her lip to keep from laughing, from saying he sounded like Charles. He'd stared at her, stern and stony until sparks lit his eyes, and leaned to kiss her forehead.
She can still feel the warmth, just above her eyebrows. She smiles, holding its shape with a changed mouth as she transforms. Remembering Erik's confidence and Magneto's plan, Mystique stretches out a satiny sienna arm and concentrates on forming the precise crisp texture of a shabby but well-kept cotton dress, then practices a demure stride as she walks down the hill.
Showtime, she thinks, and rings the doorbell. To the woman who answers she says, lilting just so, "Ma'am, I'm here about the position...?"
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG
Pairing: Erik/Raven or Erik & Raven
Summary: Mystique prepares for her first mission.
Content Advisory: Nothing unless fridge logic comes into play. Set more firmly into the 1960s than I usually write, I guess.
Acknowledgements: For
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Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Title From: "Defying Gravity" from Wicked, because.
On the ledge above the target's house, Raven takes a steadying breath. "There's no romance in a mission," was Erik's last admonishment before he left. "This is extremely dangerous. Don't ever let your guard slip."
She'd nodded dutifully, biting her lip to keep from laughing, from saying he sounded like Charles. He'd stared at her, stern and stony until sparks lit his eyes, and leaned to kiss her forehead.
She can still feel the warmth, just above her eyebrows. She smiles, holding its shape with a changed mouth as she transforms. Remembering Erik's confidence and Magneto's plan, Mystique stretches out a satiny sienna arm and concentrates on forming the precise crisp texture of a shabby but well-kept cotton dress, then practices a demure stride as she walks down the hill.
Showtime, she thinks, and rings the doorbell. To the woman who answers she says, lilting just so, "Ma'am, I'm here about the position...?"
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Date: 2011-11-11 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-14 04:53 pm (UTC)(Well, he also said where Raven can't hear that he doesn't intend to send her on assassinations yet.)