THANK YOU! :D IIII might write, like, a ficlet, or a short thing, but I don’t know that I’d write anything superlong. The idea of manwhore!Alex does always pull me…
There’s an easter egg in here, so props to you if you can spot it.
Hank quirks a brow at the horrified look this blond convict’s giving him. He cautions a look to his button down and tie, trying to see if a pen somehow managed to explode in his pocket.
“Is it take your child to work day?” He asks, still looking at Hank. Charles sighs, rolling his eyes and briefly looking to Erik before looking back at the blond. “Hank is actually responsible for building the machine that found you,” Charles says. “So, please, be respectful of him, Alex.”
Alex sighs through his nose and nods sternly, obviously rejecting that idea.
“I, uh, wanted to run some diagnostics on Cerebro…” Hank says, looking to Charles.
“Right,” Charles nods. “We have a meeting with Director Brand, but after?”
Hank nods, watching Charles and Erik leave.
“So,” Alex says, not content with just letting the brunet work. “What’s your power? Super dweebism?”
Hank frowns, shaking his head. “Uh… I have a genius-level intellect. And atavism.”
He hears Alex snort. “A.K.A. “I brought a rolly backpack to high school.””
Hank stays silent, not willing to admit that he did. But he was younger than his classmates and that wasn’t the only reason they made fun of him.
“What’s your power?” He asks, cutting off any other snide comments Alex has.
The silence drags on to the point where Hank looks up from his Cerebro notes. Alex’s frowning and fidgeting with his hands. “Energy,” he says simply. “Red energy blasts.” Hank opens his mouth to ask him what he means—if he’d be willing to run some tests—but the other is up on his feet and saying “I’m going to go find something to eat,” before Hank can say anything.
props for teaching me the word “atavism.”
Title: you better run away, baby (before I put my spell on you)
Author: kevo
Pairing: Hank/Alex
Rating: PG-13 (language, sexual situations)
Warnings:: dubious use of telepathic control, but nothing too scary.
Word Count: just over 6,500
Summary: In his quest for a cure to his physical mutation, Hank gets more than he bargained for – and then some.
Author’s Note: Inspired by these two ‘love potion’ fic prompts. Not quite a love potion, but it’s what called out to me.
Author: aduviri
Pairing: Alex Summers/Hank McCoy, background Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Humour, Family
Length: Moderate (~5 200 words)
Summary: Written for a prompt on xmen_firstkink: “Hank finds Alex’s behavior towards him bewildering (calling him names one minute and then doing something almost sweet the next) so he decides to keep track of it in a journal in order to figure it all out. Bonus if Alex’s behavior gets increasingly extreme out of frustration and one of the other mutants has to tell Hank he’s an idiot and Alex wants to have his little mutant babies.”
Mod Comment: This is just too cute! (But also frustrating because Hank’s obliviousness to Alex’s pigtail pulling is, well, very frustrating. Extremely frustrating. There are no words.)
never heard of this one. sweeeet.
Author: anearthquake
Pairing: Alex Summers/Hank McCoy
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Alternate Universe (Modern), Romance, Humour
Length: Moderate
Summary: Alex finds Hank’s profile pictures pretty, um, entrancing. This means they should be boyfriendz.
Mod Comment: A Modern AU where Alex and Hank flirt on facebook but are (really) awkward in real life. Then Sean decides to do something about it. Stuff *cough wink wink* happens.
another good one, but short.
Happy Birthday, Brett!
There are no words for how adorable this is.
Finished reading this is only now (where do we go from here)
65 amazing chapters in one sitting and now its 3 am.
So I definitely just sat here and read the entire thing in one sitting. This was fucking beautiful and will forever be one of my favourites.
Fucking everything about this fic. It’s adorable and sweet and hot and sexy and dramatic and wonderful and unf. Best HankAlex fic.



