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round 3 overflow post
This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.
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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174
Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942
Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
FILL: To Life 1/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)
(Anonymous) 2012-09-01 06:19 am (UTC)(link)Now Erik is, oh god, stripping off that wetsuit and Charles feels like a stupid teenage boy again with no control, unable to tear his eyes away from the lean, hard body in front of him. A body that houses that perfect mind that Charles just wants to wrap himself up in and wallow in, because it fit, Erik’s mind fit Charles’s mind in a way he’d never encountered before and --
Erik turns to look at him, and Charles is caught. He blushes and gulps, hoping he can come up with a decent excuse for his shamelessness.
“I want a Jewish wedding,” Erik declares.
Charles snaps his mouth shut. “Dry yourself off first. You're still wet from when I pulled you out of the sea."
*****
Subsequent discussions reveal that Erik was entirely serious about his proposal. It’s a wish and a hope and a promise that Charles carries next to his heart for the next days, weeks, and months.
Until he’s standing on a beach in Cuba, the sun hot on his face, and Erik holds the fate of the world in his hands.
Charles is tired, he’s hurt, his shields are shot to hell from that damn coin, and he says the first thing that comes to mind:
“You promised me a Jewish wedding, you bloody bastard!”
Every eye on the beach turns to Charles. Erik looks utterly stunned.
"How are we supposed to get married if we are fugitives?" continues Charles furiously. “If you start a war? And how I am supposed to marry someone who doesn’t trust me? And what about the children?”
Charles figures, having come this far, its best to lay it all out on the table.
“... What children?” asks Erik.
“Well I assumed we’d adopt,” says Charles. “I was thinking two of each. We’d raise them Jewish of course. But all that’s off the table, I suppose. Since I can’t marry a mass-murderer who doesn’t trust me.”
“But I do trust you,” Erik protests, and it figures Erik would latch on to that, and conveniently ignore the mass-murderer thing.
“Dude, if you trust him, then why did you put on that freaky anti-telepath hat?” yells Sean from across the beach.
“And didn’t Shaw murder your mom? Why would you take his stuff? How could you possibly think that was a good idea?” asks Alex right after, since apparently Charles and Erik’s private business is up for discussion from the peanut gallery.
“Charles,” says Raven, walking up. “If you don’t want people to comment on your ‘private business’, then maybe you shouldn’t scream at each other in the middle of a warzone. And yes, you were projecting just now.”
Charles rubs his forehead. “Dammit Erik! Just drop the missiles so we can go home and have ridiculous amounts of sex and Raven and Alex and Sean and Hank can hold the chuppah at our wedding!”
The missiles fall into the ocean.
*****
FILL: To Life 2/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)
(Anonymous) 2012-09-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)A logical person would assume that, having navigated the minefield of the Cuba confrontation relatively intact, that the wedding would be easy in comparison. A logical person would be very, very wrong.
Erik was still Erik and Charles was still Charles -- their beliefs, ethics, and personalities hadn’t changed. They clashed. A lot. Fortunately the makeup sex was spectacular. And slowly but surely, Charles and Erik were listening, learning, and finding ways to compromise. It helped they were both committed to making it work. It also helped when Erik destroyed the helmet.
But. Add to this a house (a very large house, but still, one house) full of nine other mutants (Charles had been ever so glad when Darwin reassembled himself a few weeks after Cuba and shown up at the mansion, to say nothing of Alex’s reaction, but still, yet another mouth to feed), and one human ally. And each and every one of those people had opinions about the wedding.
Charles doesn’t want to think about the cake tasting. Or the formalwear fittings.
Or, dear god, the bachelor party.
He just wants to drink, and enjoy his wedding day, now that it’s finally here.
“Charles,” says Erik. “If Emma asks me one more question about ice sculptures, I will strangle her with a bedframe again.”
Charles slides his arm around his fiance’s waist, tucking himself under Erik’s shoulder. “Darling. You promised.”
Erik grumbles until Charles lets Erik steal his glass of champagne.
*****
“Why are we letting Azazel perform the ceremony again?” asks Erik.
“He won the water balloon war,” says Charles. Erik opens his mouth again, and Charles cuts him off. “Don’t ask.”
*****
Charles and Erik walk each other up the aisle, past their friends -- family -- to where Azazel is standing under the chuppah, held up by Sean, Alex, Hank, and Armando.
Charles barely remembers the ceremony -- he just remembers staring and smiling at Erik, who was smiling back at him, his thoughts broadcasting his joy. Words were spoken, and rings are exchanged -- rings Erik had made himself -- and promises are made.
He and Erik argue over who gets to stomp on the glass, and end up doing it together.
And then there’s kissing. And wolf whistles from the peanut gallery.
Someone yells “Mazel Tov!” And then there’s applause, and everyone rushing up to congratulate them and handshakes and hugs and well-wishes and laughter.
Erik leans down to murmur in his ear. “How soon can we sneak out of the reception and go back to our room and have sex?”
“I’ll distract everyone if you snag us some cake,” says Charles.
“I knew there was a reason I married you,” says Erik.
~ fin
Re: FILL: To Life 2/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)
But seriously author!anon, I want to cuddle with this fill and keep it. Just so I know that there's a happy ending and Az as quasi-rabbi.
Re: FILL: To Life 2/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)
(Anonymous) 2012-09-07 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: To Life 2/2 (Round 3, Charles/Erik, Erik wants a Jewish wedding)