[FIC] Untitled, Azazel/Riptide
Title: Untitled (because I'm lame) (1/1)
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Azazel and Riptide are so giddy in love and it's pissing Erik off. For this prompt on xmen_firstkink. Post movie fluff/crack.
A/N: Warning: The Brotherhood of Mutants may or may not seem completely harmless and non-threatening in this fan fiction.
Azazel and Riptide were fucking each other since they worked for Shaw and maybe even before, too. No one, except possibly Emma, knew whether real feelings were involved, or they were just good in bed. No one really cared. The relationship seemed healthy enough, and Shaw definitely didn't mind, as long as they got their jobs done, kept the volume down, and didn't break any furniture.
(They did break a table that one time, but it was mostly Janos' fault replaced it before Shaw would notice.)
(And they rarely kept the volume down. This was mostly Azazel's fault. Both Shaw and Emma had reprimanded them three times each before realizing their efforts were futile.)
(Emma has a small dictionary of dirty phrases in Russian.)
And they did have feelings. They kept it subtle enough, but if you really paid attention, you'd notice they always stood next to each other, Azazel always assisted Janos first in battle, and vice versa, and the little glances they always threw one another.
When Shaw died and Erik took over, all subtlety went out the window.
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The differences between Erik and Shaw were obvious from Day One. Shaw knew of Emma's imprisonment and did nothing, Erik broke her out first thing. Shaw fancied himself a king, Erik still acted a little like a mentor. Shaw kept the team running around in fancy bars, ships, or submarines, Erik did not. He got them a large, slightly run down, but permanent headquarters. Everyone is fairly sure he misses the family vibe of Xavier mansion, but since he isn't a completely evil megalomaniac like his predecessor, they indulge him. Sometimes they even enjoy playing a dysfunctional family of their own. (Not that they would ever admit it.)
Erik's plan of action, whatever it is, starts off slow, mostly looking at potential recruits, making their headquarters a home, and kicking back.
No one minds.
Especially not Azazel and Janos, who are practically like a married couple--the nice kind that kiss each other on the cheek or the temple in front of everybody in the morning, drape their limbs over each other when they sit on the couch, and have breakfast in bed.
Angel makes faces and tells them to get a room, but smiles afterwards to let them know she's happy for them. Emma is more than a little disappointed that someone who looks as good as Janos does is gay. Erik rolls his eyes but says nothing. Raven learns that if she makes the right expression, the one that resembles a dejected kitten, Azazel would teleport her breakfast in bed, too.
(Erik scolds her for that, tells her not to encourage them. Downtime is one thing, being so giddy in love that you start to leave a trail of rainbows in your wake is another.)
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And when the team goes out on missions to crush anti-mutant groups or find new recruits, Azazel and Janos take the time afterwards to go somewhere nice together, or one will go off to find a small present for the other. The girls remember with fondness (and Erik with exasperation) the time Janos comes back half an hour later than the rest of them and plops a brand new captain's hat on Azazel's head.
Azazel wears it for the rest of the day, with a big grin on his face to match.
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One day they teleport back to the hidey-hole headquarters with ice cream.
And not ice cream in a carton, either. Two scoops (each) of quality ice cream in a quality waffle cone, probably obtained from a quality shop.
Angel and Raven lament that they weren't invited on this date. Emma considers the consequences of "persuading" Azazel or Janos to give one to her (there are two: the consequences it would have on her lifespan and/or wellbeing when they find out, and the consequences it would have on her figure).
Erik asks wryly, as a half-joke, "Did you get one for me?"
Janos snorts, and Azazel whacks him on the arm with his tail, a tiny smirk on his own face.
And when he realizes Erik is still standing there, waiting for an answer, he replies lamely, "There are ice pops in the fridge."
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"I think I hate them a little bit," Erik confesses.
"Jealous?" Angel queries.
"No. But sometimes I wish they'd... stop doing what they're doing now."
"Don't blame them. Shaw never gave them enough time to unwind and really behave like two people in love," Emma explains.
"So I should blame myself? For giving them too much time?"
"Maybe. But if you want, I could convince them to invite all of us on their next ice cream date."
Erik actually considers this. Mmm, ice cream. Then again, he'd have to endure all that PDA.
Ew.
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Janos props himself up on his elbows and pokes Azazel, who's half-asleep. "Do you think sometimes Erik does not like us?"
Azazel grumbles something into the pillow. Janos pokes him again, and he reiterates, "I do not care."
"He is so grumpy all the time, though."
"If he has a problem, he can speak to us. And you shouldn't worry. Erik is not Shaw, he will not give out meaningless punishments for something like this."
"That's true," Janos agrees, but he remains awake and looking contemplative.
"If it make you feel better, I do not think he dislikes us," Azazel continues.
Then he has an idea.
"But... if you want, we could make him really hate us," he suggests with a devilish grin.
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The thumping has not ceased, the moaning has progressed to screaming, and Erik Lehnsherr is about to go insane. (Or cry.)
Angel stands in the room right below Azazel's (or was it Janos'? Or did they officially share one now?), and wolf-whistles.
"Ooh, I think they broke something," says Raven after hearing a crash.
"I think I need a really cold shower," Angel announces before leaving.
Erik can only stare at the ceiling in disbelief.
"Here," Emma says, handing him a small booklet.
"What's this?"
"Translation," she replies blithely.
Erik flips through it, skims a few phrases, and he thinks he's really going to cry.
"When mutants take over the world, I'm going to get the married," Raven declares.
+End+
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Azazel and Riptide are so giddy in love and it's pissing Erik off. For this prompt on xmen_firstkink. Post movie fluff/crack.
A/N: Warning: The Brotherhood of Mutants may or may not seem completely harmless and non-threatening in this fan fiction.
Azazel and Riptide were fucking each other since they worked for Shaw and maybe even before, too. No one, except possibly Emma, knew whether real feelings were involved, or they were just good in bed. No one really cared. The relationship seemed healthy enough, and Shaw definitely didn't mind, as long as they got their jobs done, kept the volume down, and didn't break any furniture.
(They did break a table that one time, but it was mostly Janos' fault replaced it before Shaw would notice.)
(And they rarely kept the volume down. This was mostly Azazel's fault. Both Shaw and Emma had reprimanded them three times each before realizing their efforts were futile.)
(Emma has a small dictionary of dirty phrases in Russian.)
And they did have feelings. They kept it subtle enough, but if you really paid attention, you'd notice they always stood next to each other, Azazel always assisted Janos first in battle, and vice versa, and the little glances they always threw one another.
When Shaw died and Erik took over, all subtlety went out the window.
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The differences between Erik and Shaw were obvious from Day One. Shaw knew of Emma's imprisonment and did nothing, Erik broke her out first thing. Shaw fancied himself a king, Erik still acted a little like a mentor. Shaw kept the team running around in fancy bars, ships, or submarines, Erik did not. He got them a large, slightly run down, but permanent headquarters. Everyone is fairly sure he misses the family vibe of Xavier mansion, but since he isn't a completely evil megalomaniac like his predecessor, they indulge him. Sometimes they even enjoy playing a dysfunctional family of their own. (Not that they would ever admit it.)
Erik's plan of action, whatever it is, starts off slow, mostly looking at potential recruits, making their headquarters a home, and kicking back.
No one minds.
Especially not Azazel and Janos, who are practically like a married couple--the nice kind that kiss each other on the cheek or the temple in front of everybody in the morning, drape their limbs over each other when they sit on the couch, and have breakfast in bed.
Angel makes faces and tells them to get a room, but smiles afterwards to let them know she's happy for them. Emma is more than a little disappointed that someone who looks as good as Janos does is gay. Erik rolls his eyes but says nothing. Raven learns that if she makes the right expression, the one that resembles a dejected kitten, Azazel would teleport her breakfast in bed, too.
(Erik scolds her for that, tells her not to encourage them. Downtime is one thing, being so giddy in love that you start to leave a trail of rainbows in your wake is another.)
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And when the team goes out on missions to crush anti-mutant groups or find new recruits, Azazel and Janos take the time afterwards to go somewhere nice together, or one will go off to find a small present for the other. The girls remember with fondness (and Erik with exasperation) the time Janos comes back half an hour later than the rest of them and plops a brand new captain's hat on Azazel's head.
Azazel wears it for the rest of the day, with a big grin on his face to match.
+
One day they teleport back to the hidey-hole headquarters with ice cream.
And not ice cream in a carton, either. Two scoops (each) of quality ice cream in a quality waffle cone, probably obtained from a quality shop.
Angel and Raven lament that they weren't invited on this date. Emma considers the consequences of "persuading" Azazel or Janos to give one to her (there are two: the consequences it would have on her lifespan and/or wellbeing when they find out, and the consequences it would have on her figure).
Erik asks wryly, as a half-joke, "Did you get one for me?"
Janos snorts, and Azazel whacks him on the arm with his tail, a tiny smirk on his own face.
And when he realizes Erik is still standing there, waiting for an answer, he replies lamely, "There are ice pops in the fridge."
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"I think I hate them a little bit," Erik confesses.
"Jealous?" Angel queries.
"No. But sometimes I wish they'd... stop doing what they're doing now."
"Don't blame them. Shaw never gave them enough time to unwind and really behave like two people in love," Emma explains.
"So I should blame myself? For giving them too much time?"
"Maybe. But if you want, I could convince them to invite all of us on their next ice cream date."
Erik actually considers this. Mmm, ice cream. Then again, he'd have to endure all that PDA.
Ew.
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Janos props himself up on his elbows and pokes Azazel, who's half-asleep. "Do you think sometimes Erik does not like us?"
Azazel grumbles something into the pillow. Janos pokes him again, and he reiterates, "I do not care."
"He is so grumpy all the time, though."
"If he has a problem, he can speak to us. And you shouldn't worry. Erik is not Shaw, he will not give out meaningless punishments for something like this."
"That's true," Janos agrees, but he remains awake and looking contemplative.
"If it make you feel better, I do not think he dislikes us," Azazel continues.
Then he has an idea.
"But... if you want, we could make him really hate us," he suggests with a devilish grin.
+
The thumping has not ceased, the moaning has progressed to screaming, and Erik Lehnsherr is about to go insane. (Or cry.)
Angel stands in the room right below Azazel's (or was it Janos'? Or did they officially share one now?), and wolf-whistles.
"Ooh, I think they broke something," says Raven after hearing a crash.
"I think I need a really cold shower," Angel announces before leaving.
Erik can only stare at the ceiling in disbelief.
"Here," Emma says, handing him a small booklet.
"What's this?"
"Translation," she replies blithely.
Erik flips through it, skims a few phrases, and he thinks he's really going to cry.
"When mutants take over the world, I'm going to get the married," Raven declares.
+End+