#fallenau2

AU mashup: ‘We were drunk in Vegas and got married by Elvis, and I don’t even know who you are’ AU, crossed with His Dark Materials

The first thing St. John noticed when he blearily opened his eyes was that he was laying face down on a bed that was a frankly alarming shade of pink.

The second thing he noticed was the ring on his finger, and then, very quickly after that, the pounding headache that spoke of a night of far too many drinks.

“What the fuck,” he grumbled, groggily lifting his head to peer around the room, squinting to see through the hair he’d couldn’t be bothered swiping away from his face. His daemon Aesina was curled into a ball at his feet, her long quills twitching in whatever dreams porcupines had. And there was some person on the other side of the bed heart-shaped bed. Oh, God, they were in a honeymoon suite.

After finishing up his final paper for his history course, Steve dragged himself to the arts lab to work on his final project. Finals week was hell; it was past midnight at this point, Steve was running on much too little sleep, he’s had too many cups of coffee. He did not want to deal with this, but the sooner he finished, the more sleep he could get. That was all that he could ask for at the moment. He packed his art supplies into his backpack, pulled on a jacket, refilled his mug of coffee, then trekked on over to the arts lab on the other side of campus.

He dropped down into the seat of his favorite computer station and plugged in his drawing tablet. He grumbled to himself about the sensitivity of the tablet messing up again. It was an older model as it was one of the cheaper ones, but it was what he had to work with. It did what it was supposed to do, so he couldn’t complain too much. 

Setting: Exactly three years after the events of X-Men: First Class. Location: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester County. Background: One month ago, Lorna Dane showed up at the mansion after being found by Charles Xavier. Upon her arrival, she was escorted to the labs by the Professor where she was informed of her relations with Magneto. In the next few days that ensued, a Mutant by the name of Mesmero showed up in an attempt to take her away. Now, things are starting to settle. It’s getting easier. But what exactly does it mean to  be an X-Man? NOTE: Lorna’s background is based on this audio drama. The characters can be adapted to fit the XMFC storyline. Also, please ignore the fact that Lorna had shown up in DOFP as a kid…

Two young adults, rushed towards the same room at the same time, the male laughing loudly as the green-haired female followed behind, annoyed by the fact that he was faster on his feet than she was. As Sean Cassidy slipped through the gap in his bedroom doorway and locked the door behind him, Lorna Dane losing by being two seconds too late. She stared at the door, a frustrated pout on her face as on the other side, he gave out a loud guffaw.

“That’s not even funny, Sean!” Lorna cried, slamming a hand against the wood before reaching for the doorknob. She hoped he’d get stuck inside. That would serve him right for swapping the salt and the sugar in the kitchen. Oldest trick in the book and yet she hadn’t seen it coming. She needed to be just as sneaking as he was. God, Sean was hard to get along with, but get along she did. After all, there were worse people in the world. Like her father for instance. She hadn’t spoken to the man, and didn’t intend to, but she had heard about what had happened in Cuba after a brief break down from Charles, and to find out that she was related to him had been a shock beyond all words. But the school was a safe place, and she could believe that now.

There was a growing handful of them living in the mansion, and no doubt Charles was keeping tabs on their activity. Recently he had been reaching out for more students, picking up teachers along the way and taking them into  his welcome arms to educate and be educated. She supposed it was worth it if people were getting something out of it. Before her arrival, Lorna had thought of herself as one of the oddities that was spoken about in hushed voices, eyes following as she made her way through town. Now she was on a team of people like her.

“Come out, you idiot!” She groaned, giving the handle another tug before kicking the door frame and giving in. She didn’t have the energy for this. Not after spending an entire day with the Professor himself, practicing and working on her strengths and weaknesses while Hank took notes in the background. That was what happened with such a small amount of students, you see. Everyone got at least one one-to-one session with the man in charge. It was both a good and a bad thing. “Urgh!”

Come now, Lorna. He’s just testing you.

“They won’t hurt you if you just know how to handle them. Of course if you walk up to them with a spear they’re going to lash out.” 

Peter shut his locker after cramming approximately a hundred science and math textbooks into his backpack. School was hectic, but for a freshman in high school, that was to be expected. Add in the fact that Peter was almost deliriously easy to tease, and it was an interesting combo. One that Peter dealt with through copious amounts of reading, Science!, reading Science!, and caffeine.

He put the lock back on, and put his headphones in, effectively muting him from the rest of the world. There was a couple making out three lockers down from him, and two jocks talking about practice after school; Peter figured he wasn’t actually missing all that much. He was just doing one final check to make sure he had everything, and then he turned right around... to see his older brother, Leo.

hey you

yeah, y ou, the idiot [input unrecognized] looking at your phone screen

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo words po p ping up on your phone without your input?? get over it quick. we all know ghosts exist and here’s one using yo ur voice-to-text to talk to you. 2spoopy, i know

i need you to do a thing for me. you see that guy sitting opposite you in the cafe? punch him in the F ACE

Prince Peter groaned, and dropped the sword after failing to block yet another attack. “Come on, do I really have to do this?” he asked, and rubbed a bruised semi-muscle. “Can’t I just... I dunno... call down the fiery wrath of someone? Or someones? Like a dragon. I could get used to calling down dragon fire.”

He knew why he had to keep practicing, of course. His aunt, Her Majesty Queen Regent May of House Parker, First of Her Name, was holding the throne for him until he was of legal majority to rule, and counting every day until he did -- she was ill-suited to the pomp and circumstance, she claimed, even if she was a brilliant hand at domestic matters. Until that day came, though, he was on the advanced course to being the Best King That Ever Was, and some things (like learning how to swordfight) made him regret ever being born royalty.