Erik/Charles, arranged marriage AU
anonymous
July 19 2011, 08:47:06 UTC
Erik learns he is the last surviving heir to an enormous Lenscherr fortune, hidden by his third-cousin-twice-removed before the war. To claim it he must marry a stipulated noble before his 30th birthday, only a month away. If he doesn't claim it, the money will go to the German (and human) government, which Erik doesn't want.
Luckily he happens to have a noble on hand who fits the requirements and is a mutant... the last descendent of the House of Xavier! (Alternatively, a lawyer tracks down the only noble-blooded mutant in the USA and Charles and Erik meet for the first time at their engagement party).
FILL: The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 9/?
anonymous
July 23 2011, 00:29:51 UTC
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Eric stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down his three quarter-length coat and straightening the high collar. His smoothed his hair back for good measure, though it certainly didn't require it. He could see Frost behind him, perched on the end of his bed, legs crossed elegantly, her white suit tailored to perfection.
“I don't need this money,” Erik muttered. “Or the damn estate. Why am I doing this?”
“Because you don't want to be the guy who made Magneto turn in his grave?” Frost asked.
Erik sighed, frowning at his reflection. “No. I don't.” He turned to look at Frost, holding out a hand, which she got up and accepted. “Well?”
“I'd marry you,” Frost said approvingly. “Just remember not to talk too much. That's where you usually strike out.” Erik blinked at her. “Oh and do that.”
Before Erik could ask what that was, Azazel arrived and said, “Your aunt is waiting downstairs. She hit me with her purse. Twice.”
Erik nodded and headed to the door. “She likes you.”
The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 59/?
anonymous
August 24 2011, 22:02:19 UTC
Raven leaned against the kitchen counter, eyeing the call-screen on the wall. She quickly went towards it and stopped, taking a step back. Then she reached out and hit 'call' anyway, quickly tapping in Emma Frost's calling card. The call load graphics spun for a while before a small circle expanded to reveal Frost wearing a quizzical expression
( ... )
Re: Erik/Charles, arranged marriage AU
anonymous
July 19 2011, 19:13:28 UTC
I have a fairly cracky idea for this involving Charles having the nickname Francine and Erik and Charles being the great great great great grandchildren of the real Erik and Charles, somewhere in the future where they can have their AU wedding. Too much deviation from your original prompt?
FILL: The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 1/?
anonymous
July 20 2011, 22:23:09 UTC
A slightly deviated fill, but hopefully fun anyway :)
The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot
Five hundred years after the emancipation of the mutants, two hundred years after the colonisation of Mars, one hundred years after first contact with the extra-terrestrials and the somewhat snooty mass migration of humans who liked their neighbourhood better when it was all human, and one year into the global fixation of fashion based on the classic movie-story Equilibrium, a Lehmanbot stood in Erik's New York home, his telescreen face showing the face of a lawyer who was just ending the reading of a will with the words, "and if you fail to marry a mutant of noble blood before your next birthday, the estate and funds will be awarded to the German government
( ... )
FILL: The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 2/?
anonymous
July 20 2011, 22:24:23 UTC
It was the return voyage of the Beagle XXIV from its expedition of Mars and though happy to be returning to Earth, Charles was completely miserable. He vomited, dry-heaved, shuddered and flopped down on the bed. One hand clutched to an edge of the bed as if he fully expected to be flung off. He shut his eyes tight and pushed his face against the sheets, hearing the discreet sound of cleaning up being done near the bed
( ... )
FILL: The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 3/?
anonymous
July 20 2011, 22:25:33 UTC
Charles could have kissed the ground when they finally touched down on Earth. A shuttle was waiting to take him and Louis back to the mansion, which was quiet these days, his divorced parents having parted ways to different ends of the globe during his childhood, leaving Charles in the charge of boarding schools and Louis. These days if his parents were in the house at the same time, it usually meant someone had died
( ... )
Muthaflipping heck!! This is so complicated and convincing and awesome! I absolutely love that you've given us a whole extended universe to explain the arranged marriage, it's, gah, I love it! And the memory-carrying thing, and Charles on the Beagle (Darwin reference FTW) and... I can't wait to see where this goes! Thank you so much.
The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 4/?
anonymous
July 21 2011, 22:24:14 UTC
“Are you kidding me? Preservation of the species, Charles. Mutant birth rates are at an all time low, which makes sense, if you think about it. I don't want to have kids who are going to get the full might of the government's encouragement to hire them into the police, army, navy, airforce, space guard just because they might be better at not getting killed. How about they get jobs behind the closed doors in the cushy offices where they get to send humans out to do the dirty work? And that's not all we're fighting against, Charles. Have you read the news feeds lately? One hundred deaths in England from some mysterious flu that only kills mutants. And if you're lucky enough to survive, there's a sixty-five percent chance it damages the X gene for good. I heard Canada's covering up their cases of MU1. We could be dropping like flies tomorrow. And, do you realise how few mutants there are who can be traced straight back to the founding fathers? There's nothing wrong with preserving a legacy. Especially yours, Charles. Not after
( ... )
The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 5/?
anonymous
July 21 2011, 22:25:23 UTC
Raven smiled back at him, beautiful with her bright grin against her dark skin and fiery eyes. Charles felt like rifling through the pages of her mind to find the latest human to offend her, offer an education on etiquette perhaps. But he did nothing. Sometimes, the best thing was to do nothing and wait for the right time to make a noise, make a fist. Make an impact
( ... )
The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 6/
anonymous
July 21 2011, 22:25:57 UTC
Erik stopped by the elevator and turned to stare at her. “What proposal?”
Frost blinked at him and then turned to look at Azazel who did the wise thing and disappeared from view. “The proposal your aunt sent to the parents of your intended?”
Erik took a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face. He swallowed, his mouth feeling a little too dry. “She sent a proposal?”
Frost nodded. “You didn't know? Wow. That Aunt Anna's sneaky. I like her.” Erik glared at Frost. Frost shrugged. “I admire that in a person. It's why I let you give me this job.”
Erik ignored Frost and stared at the glass elevator. His proposal had been made. What if Xavier said no? What if he said yes? He couldn't even send Frost to mind-bomb them all. The Xaviers were notorious for a plethora of strange and varied telepathic abilities. One of them was probably listening in on Erik's thought even right now
( ... )
Re: The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 6/tawabidsJuly 22 2011, 02:24:59 UTC
\o/ I love Emma and Erik's banter so much! She called him 'bosscakes'! He suggests 'go fuck yourselves, please'! They should be an awesome scifi sitcom!
Luckily he happens to have a noble on hand who fits the requirements and is a mutant... the last descendent of the House of Xavier! (Alternatively, a lawyer tracks down the only noble-blooded mutant in the USA and Charles and Erik meet for the first time at their engagement party).
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Eric stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down his three quarter-length coat and straightening the high collar. His smoothed his hair back for good measure, though it certainly didn't require it. He could see Frost behind him, perched on the end of his bed, legs crossed elegantly, her white suit tailored to perfection.
“I don't need this money,” Erik muttered. “Or the damn estate. Why am I doing this?”
“Because you don't want to be the guy who made Magneto turn in his grave?” Frost asked.
Erik sighed, frowning at his reflection. “No. I don't.” He turned to look at Frost, holding out a hand, which she got up and accepted. “Well?”
“I'd marry you,” Frost said approvingly. “Just remember not to talk too much. That's where you usually strike out.” Erik blinked at her. “Oh and do that.”
Before Erik could ask what that was, Azazel arrived and said, “Your aunt is waiting downstairs. She hit me with her purse. Twice.”
Erik nodded and headed to the door. “She likes you.”
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The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot
Five hundred years after the emancipation of the mutants, two hundred years after the colonisation of Mars, one hundred years after first contact with the extra-terrestrials and the somewhat snooty mass migration of humans who liked their neighbourhood better when it was all human, and one year into the global fixation of fashion based on the classic movie-story Equilibrium, a Lehmanbot stood in Erik's New York home, his telescreen face showing the face of a lawyer who was just ending the reading of a will with the words, "and if you fail to marry a mutant of noble blood before your next birthday, the estate and funds will be awarded to the German government ( ... )
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Muthaflipping heck!! This is so complicated and convincing and awesome! I absolutely love that you've given us a whole extended universe to explain the arranged marriage, it's, gah, I love it! And the memory-carrying thing, and Charles on the Beagle (Darwin reference FTW) and... I can't wait to see where this goes! Thank you so much.
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Frost blinked at him and then turned to look at Azazel who did the wise thing and disappeared from view. “The proposal your aunt sent to the parents of your intended?”
Erik took a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face. He swallowed, his mouth feeling a little too dry. “She sent a proposal?”
Frost nodded. “You didn't know? Wow. That Aunt Anna's sneaky. I like her.” Erik glared at Frost. Frost shrugged. “I admire that in a person. It's why I let you give me this job.”
Erik ignored Frost and stared at the glass elevator. His proposal had been made. What if Xavier said no? What if he said yes? He couldn't even send Frost to mind-bomb them all. The Xaviers were notorious for a plethora of strange and varied telepathic abilities. One of them was probably listening in on Erik's thought even right now ( ... )
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BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT I AM DYING TO FIND OUT
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