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schmericaYou know those ridiculous and fluffy modern AUs? Yeah. Here, have 700 words from a universe where Charles and Erik meet on a tropical vacation and get married on like their second date. BECAUSE WHY NOT.
P.S. Someone else should write the actual story for this. I'll be your best friend, I swear!
*****
Charles had told Raven there was no need for her to pick him up at the airport, but she had ignored him. It was a long flight, and she'd seen Charles jet-lagged enough times to know that even though he could certainly get himself home himself, it would be easier for everyone if she took care of it. She could always use more "best sister ever" points, anyway, even if it meant dealing with airport parking.
And besides, Charles had been gone for almost a month. She was eager to see him again.
She waited impatiently outside the security checkpoint, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she scanned the crowd. She spotted Charles, waved her hand to him to get his attention, and watched his face break into a grin.
He walked quickly towards her. He stopped in front of her, dropping his bag at his side and opening his arms to wrap her into a hug. "It's so good to see you, Raven!"
"You, too, Charles," said Raven. She set her hands on his arms and looked him up and down. "Look at you, with a tan. I barely recognized you. What happened to the pasty nerd I love?"
"Mmm," said Charles, "fresh air. Sunshine. Happiness." He looked behind him, and for the first time Raven noticed the tall man standing a few paces behind them. "Erik, this is Raven."
The man stepped forward. There was almost no expression on his face. He was wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, and he was working the very fine line between really hot and kind of creepy.
"Raven," Erik said. He nodded to her once.
Raven looked from Erik's face back to Charles's.
"Raven," Charles said, and if he had been grinning before, his face was almost bursting now, "I'd like to present to you Mister Erik Lehnsherr." He reached out, took Erik's hand in his own and squeezed. "My husband."
"I--" said Raven. "What?"
"I told you on the phone I had a surprise for you!"
"Oh," said Raven. "I thought -- I thought you meant you bought me a scarf or something."
There was a curve to Erik's mouth that might have been a smirk, or maybe a smile. He twisted to pick up Charles's carry-on with his free hand, not letting ago of Charles's hand in his. "Perhaps we should get moving?" he suggested. "Out of people's way."
"Yes, of course," Charles said, "that's a brilliant idea."
She followed them down to the baggage claim, listening to Charles's excited chatter. She sneaked side glances at Erik - his profile was pretty perfect, she had to admit, she couldn't fault Charles there.
"So how did you guys meet?" she asked, as they waited by the carousel.
Erik looked towards her. "I was drowning," he said, "and Charles rescued me." She couldn't place his accent. European, somehow.
"Is that a metaphor or something?"
Charles laughed, but Erik didn't blink.
"Charles saved my life," he said.
Charles picked up Erik's hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss on the surface. Now Raven could see the dull gold ring on Erik's finger.
"Jesus, Charles," Raven said, shaking her head. "You're married. I can't believe it."
"I can hardly believe it myself," Charles said cheerfully. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
"It's amazing," Raven said, and if her voice was a little on the dry side, Charles didn't appear to notice.
When Erik stepped forward to pick up the next bag, she tugged Charles close and whispered in his ear, "You have so much explaining to do here, you jerk."
"All in good time, my dearest," Charles said. "You are going to love him, I promise you."
"Yeah, he seems like a fun guy."
Charles smiled. "Just wait." He pecked her cheek. "And I did get you a souvenir, you know."
"Is it a scarf? Or six foot man candy?"
"Well, it's a dress, in fact," Charles said, "but I'm certain you'll love it anyway."
"We'll see," Raven said, and then Erik was back with the suitcases, and she lead them out to her car.
P.S. Someone else should write the actual story for this. I'll be your best friend, I swear!
*****
Charles had told Raven there was no need for her to pick him up at the airport, but she had ignored him. It was a long flight, and she'd seen Charles jet-lagged enough times to know that even though he could certainly get himself home himself, it would be easier for everyone if she took care of it. She could always use more "best sister ever" points, anyway, even if it meant dealing with airport parking.
And besides, Charles had been gone for almost a month. She was eager to see him again.
She waited impatiently outside the security checkpoint, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she scanned the crowd. She spotted Charles, waved her hand to him to get his attention, and watched his face break into a grin.
He walked quickly towards her. He stopped in front of her, dropping his bag at his side and opening his arms to wrap her into a hug. "It's so good to see you, Raven!"
"You, too, Charles," said Raven. She set her hands on his arms and looked him up and down. "Look at you, with a tan. I barely recognized you. What happened to the pasty nerd I love?"
"Mmm," said Charles, "fresh air. Sunshine. Happiness." He looked behind him, and for the first time Raven noticed the tall man standing a few paces behind them. "Erik, this is Raven."
The man stepped forward. There was almost no expression on his face. He was wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, and he was working the very fine line between really hot and kind of creepy.
"Raven," Erik said. He nodded to her once.
Raven looked from Erik's face back to Charles's.
"Raven," Charles said, and if he had been grinning before, his face was almost bursting now, "I'd like to present to you Mister Erik Lehnsherr." He reached out, took Erik's hand in his own and squeezed. "My husband."
"I--" said Raven. "What?"
"I told you on the phone I had a surprise for you!"
"Oh," said Raven. "I thought -- I thought you meant you bought me a scarf or something."
There was a curve to Erik's mouth that might have been a smirk, or maybe a smile. He twisted to pick up Charles's carry-on with his free hand, not letting ago of Charles's hand in his. "Perhaps we should get moving?" he suggested. "Out of people's way."
"Yes, of course," Charles said, "that's a brilliant idea."
She followed them down to the baggage claim, listening to Charles's excited chatter. She sneaked side glances at Erik - his profile was pretty perfect, she had to admit, she couldn't fault Charles there.
"So how did you guys meet?" she asked, as they waited by the carousel.
Erik looked towards her. "I was drowning," he said, "and Charles rescued me." She couldn't place his accent. European, somehow.
"Is that a metaphor or something?"
Charles laughed, but Erik didn't blink.
"Charles saved my life," he said.
Charles picked up Erik's hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss on the surface. Now Raven could see the dull gold ring on Erik's finger.
"Jesus, Charles," Raven said, shaking her head. "You're married. I can't believe it."
"I can hardly believe it myself," Charles said cheerfully. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
"It's amazing," Raven said, and if her voice was a little on the dry side, Charles didn't appear to notice.
When Erik stepped forward to pick up the next bag, she tugged Charles close and whispered in his ear, "You have so much explaining to do here, you jerk."
"All in good time, my dearest," Charles said. "You are going to love him, I promise you."
"Yeah, he seems like a fun guy."
Charles smiled. "Just wait." He pecked her cheek. "And I did get you a souvenir, you know."
"Is it a scarf? Or six foot man candy?"
"Well, it's a dress, in fact," Charles said, "but I'm certain you'll love it anyway."
"We'll see," Raven said, and then Erik was back with the suitcases, and she lead them out to her car.
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