You have singlehandedly made my day AWESOME. Like, going to see the Boston Pops later is no longer the high point of my day because THIS FIC EXISTS. FOR REALS.
(What follows next is capslock and flailing, so feel free to stop reading here if you wish)
KITTENS AND FLUFF AND OMG ERIK CAN NEVER SAY NO TO HIM, NEVER EVER.
SO I'M THE KIND OF NERD WHO LOVES IT WHEN HER HOME STATE COMES UP AND YAAAAY MASSACHUSETTS!
NIGHTPROWLER. I THINK I LOVE YOU. WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS IF I HAVEN'T ALREADY SCARED YOU AWAY WITH MY SHOUTY-NESS.
The cat army. THE CAT ARMY. Seriously, I love how you characterize all the kittens and OF COURSE Shaw is the little hellion.
I love the way you write Raven (and really the fact that she's there at all is a huge plus-so many C/E fics seem to forget that Raven is a huge presence in Charles' life), and her mannerisms are just so HER.
So they end up inviting Hank, who lives next door and has a crush on Raven, which Erik finds hilarious.
I LOL'D. Oh Erik, you would find it hilarious. Charles does not.
Oh, the bit where they go home. MY HEART. (I also got quite a giggle from Charles being all worried and calling Hank every day)
IT IS ALWAYS THE CATS, ERIK. BUT IT IS NOT THEIR FAULT ANGEL THINKS THAT YOU AND CHARLES ARE TOGETHER.
This is usually the point where Erik stops thinking about almost-naked Charles, because that way lies only madness and an epic case of the blue balls.
THIS. JUST. THIS.
AND THE DOCTOR WHO MARATHON. DOOMSDAY. CHARLES WOULD GET ALL MELANCHOLY AND ERIK WOULD CUDDLE UP WITH HIM AND TRY TO NOT LET ON THAT HE'S SUPER-SAD, THEN THEY'D GO WATCH "NEW EARTH" TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT EVERYTHING.
UNIMPRESSED CATS ARE UNIMPRESSED BY YOUR MAKEOUTS.
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(What follows next is capslock and flailing, so feel free to stop reading here if you wish)
KITTENS AND FLUFF AND OMG ERIK CAN NEVER SAY NO TO HIM, NEVER EVER.
SO I'M THE KIND OF NERD WHO LOVES IT WHEN HER HOME STATE COMES UP AND YAAAAY MASSACHUSETTS!
NIGHTPROWLER. I THINK I LOVE YOU. WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS IF I HAVEN'T ALREADY SCARED YOU AWAY WITH MY SHOUTY-NESS.
The cat army. THE CAT ARMY. Seriously, I love how you characterize all the kittens and OF COURSE Shaw is the little hellion.
I love the way you write Raven (and really the fact that she's there at all is a huge plus-so many C/E fics seem to forget that Raven is a huge presence in Charles' life), and her mannerisms are just so HER.
So they end up inviting Hank, who lives next door and has a crush on Raven, which Erik finds hilarious.
I LOL'D. Oh Erik, you would find it hilarious. Charles does not.
Oh, the bit where they go home. MY HEART. (I also got quite a giggle from Charles being all worried and calling Hank every day)
IT IS ALWAYS THE CATS, ERIK. BUT IT IS NOT THEIR FAULT ANGEL THINKS THAT YOU AND CHARLES ARE TOGETHER.
This is usually the point where Erik stops thinking about almost-naked Charles, because that way lies only madness and an epic case of the blue balls.
THIS. JUST. THIS.
AND THE DOCTOR WHO MARATHON. DOOMSDAY. CHARLES WOULD GET ALL MELANCHOLY AND ERIK WOULD CUDDLE UP WITH HIM AND TRY TO NOT LET ON THAT HE'S SUPER-SAD, THEN THEY'D GO WATCH "NEW EARTH" TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT EVERYTHING.
UNIMPRESSED CATS ARE UNIMPRESSED BY YOUR MAKEOUTS.
DOMESTICITY AND FLUFF AND RAVEN IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
So much love. Just. So much.