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[lag1995-fics]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/12 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil Characters: Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thranduil's Wife, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins Additional Tags: Parent Thranduil, Caring Thranduil, Meddling Valar, Protective Thranduil, Overprotective Thranduil, Thranduil's A+ Parenting, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Protective Legolas Greenleaf, legolas is a good bro, BAMF Luna Lovegood, mentions of captivity and torture, Non-Graphic Violence Summary:

Luna had never belonged to the wizarding world and her peculiarities made her stand out. When a desperate prayer from an unlikely friend reaches the Valar they finally send her back home. Though the journey there would be unexpected and would come with its own hardships.

[lag1995-fics]

Fortunate Son

Warning: mostly my mouth

Pairing: Cherik and past Magda/Erik

Words: 2869

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Pentagon Prison Blues

Erik was reading hamlet for the hundredth time it seemed like. It had been a long ten years stuck in isolation for a crime he didn’t commit. He missed his family, his children would be teenagers now. They had been barely out of diapers when he had gone in. He should have left it alone when he found out someone was plotting to kill the president. Erik didn’t regret much but he regretted ever stepping foot in Texas. Nothing was worth more to him than his family.

He figured eventually Mystique would come for him when she had the means. Until then he was stuck in this prison of glass and plastic. So there he lay waiting for his daily delivery of whatever slop the cafeteria saw fit to serve him. He barely looked up when the tray of food slid into his cell from the slot. He reached down to grab it frowning when he saw a note attached.

“Hey Vati! Mind the glass” the note read and his heart dropped and his head looked up to the glass ceiling. There dressed in a too large guards uniform was his son, his Pietro. He would be able to recognize that familiar shit eating grin anywhere. He decided there and then that he was going to hug him then he was going to kill him. The boy even had the audacity to wave like he was just here for a visit.

Pietro placed his hands on the glass and began to make the panes of glass vibrate. Erik ducked his head to shield himself from the falling glass. He climbed out of his cell with a grunt and without saying a word pulled his child into his arms. He squeezed Pietro as tightly as he could manage, holding back the tears that were sure to follow this reunion.

“I missed you too but I can’t breathe” Pietro gasped for air and Erik pulled away only to smack Pietro upside the head knocking the guards hat off his head. Even as a five year old Pietro had always been rambunctious and rebellious; always sneaking some sort of sweet before dinner or even stealing a toy from the store if his parents weren’t watching him closely. It seemed like he never thought about the consequences of his actions living for the instant gratification his mutation brought him. Erik would be gray before he was forty with him as his son.

“You stupid, stupid boy, what the hell were you thinking! They’re going to burst through those doors any second with guns!” Erik snapped at the boy who had the decency to look suitably reprimanded. Erik couldn’t understand why his child would do something so dangerously stupid. A voice at the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Magda whispered “he gets that from you.” She had always blamed any of the children’s negative qualities on him and she was probably right. Erik hadn’t always thought through the consequences of his actions. That was part of why he had been stuck here beneath the pentagon.

“That’s what I’m waiting for, I have help outside” Pietro took hold of the back of Erik’s neck ready to rush him into the elevator.

“What are you doing?” Erik asked his son.

“I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash” he answered with a big smile.

“Wha?” He started to ask again but he was cut off by Pietro.

“Whiplaaaasssshhhhh” he drew out the word and Erik suddenly felt even more sorry for his poor ex-wife having to put up with this mouthy child all by herself. The elevator doors opened and more guards piled into the room, guns drawn and Erik felt a thread of fear run down his spine, not for himself though. He was fearful for the fifteen year old child stupid enough to break into the fucking pentagon of all places. If Erik didn’t kill him he was sure Magda herself would. He felt a rush of air and a sickness deep in the pit of his stomach and suddenly they were in the elevator. He looked around trying not to vomit his eyes focusing briefly on the guard taped haphazardly to the wall of the elevator.

“It’ll pass that happens with everyone,” Pietro tried reassuring his father and Erik looked up at him wearily. If the government didn’t kill him, having Pietro as his son certainly would. His mind began racing as they made their way up in the elevator.

“How is your mother and Wanda?” He asked desperate for information on the rest of his family. He knew Magda would never consciously let Pietro do something this foolhardy. He was also going to kick whoever drug his fifteen year old into this ass.

“Oh they’re great Wanda is still all smart and stuff and she had good control over her powers now. Mama is good too I think I wear her out. There is something else you need to know, you have another daughter Lorna. Mama found out she was pregnant after they took you. I didn’t even know you guys were back together,” Peter rambled and Erik struggled to take in the information he was being fed. Another daughter, he had another daughter. He didn’t even know how he would explain to Pietro that no his mother and father were absolutely not back together.

His mind went back to 1963, he was still reeling from his breakup with Charles and Magda had always been a comfort in a storm. Their romantic relationship may have ended but they would always be best friends. There had been too many glasses of wine after they had put the children to bed and he had awoken in her bed the next morning. They had both agreed to pretend it had never happened. They were better off as friends they had learned that long ago, it seemed the one off tryst had resulted in another child. Erik loved children though and would welcome any that Magda gave him. He would protect this child with his life just like Pietro and Wanda.

His thoughts were cut off when the doors to the elevator opened and he felt a fist connect with his jaw. His head snapped to the side and he was shocked to find Charles Xavier of all people behind the fist. He was shocked, why was Charles here to break him out. After the events on the beach the young professor had written him off completely. He also hadn’t expected him to be walking an injury like that should have left the man paralyzed from the waist down. He also looked like he had been abusing drugs or alcohol which worried Erik. Charles wasn’t the type to do that at least not the Charles he knew ten years ago.

“Good to see you too old friend” he quipped sarcastically and couldn’t help but spare a glance at Pietro, he was looking between them with wide brown eyes.

“Listen here, I may be breaking you out but we’re doing this my way!” Charles growled hair wet from the sprinklers that had gone off in the chaos. Erik scowled Charles was talking big talk for someone who recruited a fifteen year old to break him out of prison.

“Like I could stop you if I wanted to,” Erik spat tapping his head and gearing up to tear into Charles for involving his child in this.

“I’m never getting inside that head again!” Charles cracked back.

“No but you’ll drag my fifteen year old into a dangerous situation,” Erik snarled, stepping closer to Charles whose eyes were now as wide as saucers. Peter was just looking between the two men with apparent anxiety. He had known his father would be upset that he decided to break into a secure facility but he didn’t think he would be this angry. He also hadn’t expected Charles to punch his Vati in the face. How was he supposed to know that the dude who recruited him to break his father out was also violently angry with him.

Before Charles could respond with more than gaping and stuttering the doors burst open. Guards spilled into the room ready to shoot on site. Fear tangled within Erik’s gut his child was here.

“Freeze them Charles!” He snapped angrily.

“I can’t!” Charles stuttered and Erik looked at him sharply. The metal in the room began to rise along with Erik’s anxiety. Charles went to put a hand on his chest as if it would hold him back. Erik turned to make sure Pietro was still safely behind him. Then everything stopped and suddenly the bullets that had been hurling towards the four men missed their mark and Pietro was on the other side of the room headphones in place and a security hat on his head. Erik was flabbergasted; he had known that Pietro was fast but to be able to move bullets that had already been fired in the stance of a blink had baffled him.

The boy plastered his ever present shit eating grin on his face and gave a little wave. Erik, unable to help himself, ran to the teenager and pulled him in for another quick hug. Pietro was definitely going to be the death of him. He was sure of it.

***

The car ride was painfully awkward Peter had the lovely honor of riding the hump, crammed between Hank and his Vati. Erik was still fuming but nobody was speaking. Peter was slapping his knee in time to the music in his ears that was drowning out the awkward silence of the rental car.

Peter felt his fathers hand come to rest on his knee with steadying pressure. Peter hadn’t even realized he had been shaking that leg so hard it was vibrating. He gave his Vati a sheepish smile.

“You still don’t do well with car rides?” Erik asked the boy. There was no judgment in his tone; it was simply a question.

“It’s hard to sit still,” Peter replied and he could feel Hank’s eyes on the pair. Everyone had been shocked to learn Peter was Erik’s son. It seemed like it was hard for them to believe he had a family at all.

“You were like that since you were a baby, you would squirm and cry until someone would stop and rock you” Erik remembered fondly. It made the fifteen year old blush in embarrassment. Everyone but Charles who was driving turned to look at Erik like he had grown three heads.

“Yeah I know I’m a problem child,” Peter blushed trying to look anywhere but his Vati’s piercing blue eyes.

“No, you’re a good kid,” Erik declared venom in his voice. It seemed like the only person not phased by the father son duo was the Logan guy with the mutton chops.

“Geez Vati” Peter groaned, rubbing the back of his neck at the attention being on him. He normally would have run away but there was nowhere to go in the cramped vehicle.

“Pietro, why aren’t you in school?” Erik asked his boy. Erik was still concerned how they had found out about Pietro, Charles would have had to have been actively looking for him to find him. Pietro should be in school not running into danger with men old enough to be his father.

“Oh I don’t go to school anymore” Peter replied, playing with his Walkman. Erik turned to look at him sharply, an unhappy scowl coming to mar his aristocratic bone structure. Peter had gotten so used to letting people think he was a loser dropout that he hadn’t even thought about what his Vati’s reaction would be. He would rather be known as a rebellious teenager than a boy genius. He wasn’t even a genius, his mind just moved really fast, he was still adamant that Wanda was the smart twin. His whole attitude drove his mother crazy, she thought he should be applying to Ivy League colleges or MIT.

“I know for a fact Magda wouldn’t let one of her children drop out!” Erik snapped in a tone that demanded answers. Peter had forgotten just how intimidating his Vati could be when tested. He had always been the fun parent with the twins. That wasn’t hard though when you didn’t live with your kids full time he reminded himself his Mama didn’t have the luxury of being the fun parent. Especially after their Vati had been framed for assassinating the president.

“Uh no...Ikindagraduatedearly,” he sped the last part out embarrassed to look like a big old nerd.

“I missed that last part, were you expelled!” Erik demanded wanting to know the answers. He was ready to kick the schools ass if they had discriminated against Pietro for his mutant abilities.

“Fine….. I graduated early” he whispered the last part trying to hide from the curious gazes staring at him. Now everyone would think he was a giant nerd. Erik’s expression went from stern concern to elation in the span of a second.

“That’s amazing Peter what colleges are you looking at?” Hank asked thinking he had finally found some common ground with the silver haired speedster. Peter groaned burying his face in his hands which made Logan start to chuckle. Logan had known Peter Maximoff in the future and had learned of his early graduation just because he hated school.

“That really is quite brilliant Peter,” Charles chimed in from the driver's seat, sounding less like an alcoholic and more like the professor he was supposedly supposed to be.

“I’m so proud of you, I apologize for doubting you even for a second” Erik had that fatherly pride in his voice that someone just couldn’t fake. The whole thing made Peter sick, Wanda was supposed to be the good child. If people were proud of you it was easy to disappoint them, if they thought you were a fuck up you were always exceeding their low expectations of you.

“Can we go back to pretending I’m a dropout? I only decided to graduate early because it sucked big ones. I’m not gonna go and sign up for more school on purpose. I’m not even the smart twin that’s Wanda. My mind just moves fast, that doesn’t mean I’m smarter,” Peter had begun to whine and Erik’s frown was back with full force at Pietro’s disparaging comments about himself.

“Pietro! You are smart. I don’t want to hear anything else about this nonsense! There is no smart twin; all three of my children are intelligent!” Erik’s voice had become raised with indignation. Erik was also making mental notes to make Pietro apply for college once they had saved the mutant race from genocide.

“Wait all three of your children!?” Charles yelped from the front seat and Peter was glad that the attention had turned away from him.

“Yes.” Erik said shortly and Peter would almost swear there was a longing in his eyes. They were all saved from the awkwardness when the car finally pulled into the small municipal airport where Charles who was apparently stupid rich had his private plane.

Peter, unable to help himself, dashed on board the plane and started scavenging until he found the flight plan. They were going to Paris, he had never been to Paris this would be exciting. He ran back and the rest of the people hadn’t even noticed he had left.

“Is Aunt Raven in Paris?” He asked and Charles spun to look at him bewildered.

“I’m sorry… Aunt Raven?” Charles asked the silver haired boy.

“Yeah you said she was your sister does that mean I can call you uncle Charlie or do you prefer Chuck?” Peter asked, causing the long haired man to stutter.

“I think not” Charles spluttered awkwardly causing Logan to chuckle at his discomfort. Logan had missed Peter’s antics, it had been a terrible day for all of them when the twins had died.

“Okay cool Charles it is, do you have a thing for my Vati?” He asked as the next thought spun into place. He may only be fifteen but he had eyes and they were definitely not just friends.

“Kid would you be able to return the rental?” Charles sighed ignoring the pointed questions and making his way to the plane and throwing the keys toward Peter whose eyes lit up. It was short lived because his Vati snatched the keys from the air.

“No Charles, he can’t! We need to call his mother and have her come pick him up,” Erik ordered looking at Charles like he was nuts.

“I have my learners” Peter mumbled dejectedly.

“Sorry old friend I don’t have a phone hook up at this airfield” Charles replied, having the decency to look ashamed. Peter was even more in awe that this man owned his own airfield; what was next a mansion.

“Looks like you're coming to Paris with us, but you will be staying in the hotel the entire time” Erik ordered and Peter's eyes lit up again. He didn’t wait for anyone to change their mind about letting a hyperactive speedster into a pressurized tube fifty thousand feet in the air.

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Fortunate Son

warning: language mostly

Pairing: past Magda/Erik, eventual Cherik though this story focuses on Erik and his relationship with his children

Words: 1806

See Chapter one for summary

Link for if you want to read on AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

That’s Illegal Ya Know?

Peter was restless but that wasn’t unusual, he had been restless since his powers first manifested. So he sat in his basement playing Pong when he heard his mom talking to some cops. Interest peaked, he dashed out of the basement before they could see him and rifled through their car. He spent some time going through their suitcases making a face at a hideous paisley shirt before he made it to the glove compartment and found what he wanted. Cops wouldn’t be driving a rental car, whoever these guys were they weren’t cops.

He made it back to his game of pong just as the men opened the basement door. He schooled a bored expression on his face. He was curious as to what these cop impersonators wanted with a fifteen year old klepto. He didn’t think information had gotten out too far about his mutation but he could be wrong. He hoped he wasn’t wrong.

He began playing ping pong with himself at top speed, he wanted to make sure they knew that they couldn’t fuck with him easily. He also wouldn’t allow anyone to intimidate his mama. His dad had gotten framed and wasn’t there to do it so Peter and Wanda had taken it upon themselves to take care of their mama. Magda Maximoff had been through enough shit in her life. He may drive her crazy with his stealing and hyperactive behavior but nobody else was allowed to do that.

They also had to be careful that little Lorna’s powers weren’t discovered. She had inherited Erik’s magnetism and he was a well known mutant. Who knows what his enemies would do if they found out he had a family.

“I didn’t do anything, I've been here all day” he spouted to the men before dashing to the sofa.

“Relax Peter were not cops” the dude with the mutton chops barked and Peter took in the other two men. It looked like a biker, a druggy, and a big old nerd. Obviously not cops he thought to himself. That was either a very good thing or a very very bad thing.

“Oh I know you’re not cops, cops don’t drive rental cars” He smirked and the one who looked like he was on drugs started rambling.

“How did you know we are driving a rental car?” He asked, sounding spaced out.

“Oh I checked your rental agreement as you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill and went through your rental agreement and saw you were from out of town. What are you FBI?” He rambled before dashing over to the druggy and snatching his wallet. His name was apparently Charles Xavier, who owned a gifted youngster school.

“What’s this Gifted Youngsters place? You guys are definitely not cops,” he asked before allowing Charles, apparently, to snatch his wallet back. He ran back to the pong machine and pretended to be disinterested.

“Well he’s fascinating” the nerdy one said causing Peter's lip to curl downward. He had been taught by his Vati from a young age to be Leary of doctors and scientists. Erik had seen what was done not only to himself in the camps but to twins in general. Doctors wouldn’t hesitate to use you for their own ends if they thought you were special.

“Fascinating? He’s a pain in the arse,” Charles muttered shoving his wallet back into his pocket, this made Peter smirk.

“Is he a teleporter?” Nerdy guy asked chops and Peter smiled proudly, he liked being so fast people thought he was teleporting.

“No, just fast but when I knew him he wasn’t so…..young” Mutton chops explained. Peter didn’t like the sound of that, they were definitely here because of his powers. He shot a look at the old frame holding a picture of his Vati holding both him and Wanda. He wished now more than ever that his Vati wasn’t locked away. His dad always knew what to do in bad situations.

“Young? You're just old,” he smiled, hiding his fear and apprehension.

“So you're not afraid to show your powers?” Nerdy guy asked again. Chops seemed to know him which was bothersome since Peter didn’t know him from Adam.

“Powers? What Powers? You see something strange here? Nothing nobody would believe anyway,” he smirked, taking a bite of his popsicle.

“So who are you? What do you want?” He has an edge to his voice now, he wouldn’t let anyone exploit his family.

“We need your help Peter, to break into a highly secure facility and break someone out” Mutton Chops said and Peter could help a glance at his frame. His mind became a whirlwind of hope. Maybe if he did this they might help him get his Vati out. His dad didn’t deserve to rot under the pentagon for a crime he didn’t commit. He hadn’t even gotten to meet his youngest daughter Lorna.

“Prison break huh? That’s illegal you know,” He asked, his smirk growing. He was fully aware that they could see all of his stolen goods in the basement. Not that petty theft was anywhere close to a prison break but it certainly showed he held no fond love for society’s rules and regulations.

“Only if you get caught” mutton chops said.

“What’s in it for me?” He asked fully ready to bargain to get his dad out of the joint.

“You, you little kleptomaniac, get to break into the pentagon,” his eyes went wide. These guys had to know his dad and were probably his friends. He definitely needed to keep that under wraps , his dad would not be happy if he found out he was doing illegal stuff and drawing attention to himself at only fifteen. Hell he kind of felt sorry for them because they would have to listen to an Erik Lehnsherr lecture. He needs to test them first before he agreed though.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Peter asked with narrowed eyes.

“Because we're just like you” mutton chops said and Peter felt a bit of relief. He needed to see that they were mutants first especially since it would be hard to verify them through his aunt Raven.

“Show him” Charles said and he watched in disgusted fascination as bone claws shot through his knuckles. They were definitely legit, they were too raggedy to be part of a government team.

“That’s cool... but that’s disgusting” He said pulling a face and mutton chops sent him a deadpan look.

“So when do we leave and who are we breaking out?” he asked, crossing the room to eat a Twinkie. He knew in his heart it was his dad but he needed to hear it for themselves.

“He is a mutant who can control metal. We need his help to save my sister Raven.” Peter couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. If his aunt Ray was in trouble he would be helping even if it wasn’t his Vati they were busting out.

“When do we leave?” He was pumped to do what they needed him to do.

***

Later on in the car seated beside The nerdy guy he knew was called Hank, he was going stir crazy. The guy Charles was a super slow driver, he insisted on going the speed limit no matter how many times Peter asked him to step on it. Which was super lame if you asked him.

Hank was also starting to become annoyed with the silver speedster. He was looking less and less fascinating as the car ride went on. Peter was getting nervous on top of his restless as they started to get closer and closer to the pentagon. He began running senarios through his mind.

What would his dad think of him? Would he be proud of Peter, probably not. He wanted to impress his father but how do you do that as a rebellious teenager who stresses his mom out too much. Five year olds are easy to be proud of, fifteen year olds are harder. His mother always made sure to tell them how much their father would be proud of them.

He had been excited when Lorna was born with a little tuft of green hair on the top of her head. He thought maybe his parents were going to be getting back together. His mom was quick to dispel this idea though. She had told the twins that her and Vati had wanted another baby and they already knew each other. He was grossed out now thinking about his divorced parents just hooking up. Lorna was a great baby sister though and totally worth the intrusive thoughts.

“How much longer” he decided to whine and a collective groan went around the car. He was surprised it had surely been like 20 minutes since he last asked.

“Bloody hell, we're exactly one minute closer than we were the last time you asked” Charles grunted, sounding exasperated. Peter had the decency to look sheepish, time moved a lot slower for Peter than the rest of the world. It’s why he was able to graduate school already, it wasn’t that he was some kid genius like everyone thought. Peter could do an entire years worth of assignments in a day with no issues. School was torture that’s why he had tried to get out of it as soon as possible. His mother, sister, and teachers alike had been incredibly disappointed that he had no interest in going to college.

“Sorry time moves slower for me?” He mumbled and fought to sit still. He just wanted to see his Vati; he was both nervous and excited.

“Lay off the kid Charles” Logan grunted and Peter felt thankful for the support. Vati had always been able to calm him down he would tell him stories of the adventures he went on until Peter would be lured to sleep as a child. Mama had tried but her stories weren’t as good, vati’s were better because they were true.

Peter had cried for days after aunt Raven had showed up to tell them what happened. He had been sick, he had always thought that his father would be there. Peter wailed like a banshee and Wanda had withdrawn into herself the exact opposite of him. Then they had gotten better for a while until it came time for their first Hanukkah without Vati and then the first Seder. The only light was that they would soon have a new sibiling. A sibiling that Vati wouldn’t be able to love like he had loved the twins.

Peter hadn’t noticed that he was slipping into sleep until he was shaken awake by Hank. They were there parked by the pentagon. It was go time and he was ready to see his Vati again.

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[lag1995-fics]

Fortunate Son

Summary: You don’t mess with Erik Lehnsherr’s family; even if your name is Charles Xavier and you have good intentions. Charles finds this out when he ropes in a mutant teenager to help him break Erik out of prison. The only problem was, Peter never bothered to tell Charles that the mutant they were breaking out of the pentagon was his father. His overprotective father. He may have also forgotten to mention that he was only fifteen.

Warnings: this first chapter is super floofy and mild but this story will be angsty and have mentions of human experimentation. It will have a happy ending though.

Pairings: past Erik/Magda; Erik/Charles though it’s not really focused on romantic relationships

Words: 1772

Link to read on AO3

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Golden Age of Childhood

Erik arrived at the small yellow house that his ex-wife and children lived in. After Anya their relationship just wasn’t the same it had changed both of them and whilst they still loved each other it wasn’t the same kind of love. Erik would still die for Magda or kill for her if it were necessary. As far as human women went she was an exception. She had given him the three most important gifts in his miserable life.

Anya had come first when they were both so young. They had clung to each other in the aftermath of the camps. Erik had saved her from one of the evil guards who was trying to kill Magda and her little sister. They had been inseparable after that and being teenagers they had thought the most logical step would be marriage. Anya’s death had torn them apart, it had opened Erik’s eyes that most humans couldn’t be trusted. It wasn’t just evil nazi’s that turned on their fellow man it was the men at the steel mill as well.

He and Magda had parted ways after burying their only child and he had left her a P.O. Box to get ahold of him if she were to need anything. He checked it religiously between hunting down the lowly scum of the earth as well as sending her money. It had been about three months after the tragedy that he got a letter with an address asking him to come see her.

He had raced to her home in the United States where she had immigrated. He had been scared that something bad had happened but his worry was unfounded. Magda had opened the door to the yellow house he was so familiar with and had given him a big hug. It had surprised him greatly but he returned the hug as she looked up at him with tears. Magda was pregnant with the twins, they didn’t know at the time that she was having twins but they were both overcome with joy.

Wanda and Pietro had come screaming into the world just short of six months later. Wanda had his auburn hair and Pietro had a shock of silver hair. The nurses had tried to reassure the parents that his hair would probably darken to a normal blonde color. Erik and Magda had known better Pietro’s hair had something to do with his mutation.

Snapping out of his memories he knocked on the door and the door flew open before he could finish. A little silver haired speedster was grinning up at him showing his two missing baby teeth.

“Vati!” The boy was bouncing with excitement and launched himself into Erik’s arms stealing his fedora. The child put the hat on his head and it fell over his eyes.

“I think this hat may be a bit too big for you” Erik teased, setting the rambunctious ball of energy down. Magda had come up to the door and she looked exhausted. Erik couldn’t help the sting of guilt, he should be here with his family. Magda didn’t want that though, she actually agreed he was doing good work tracking down nazi’s and bigots and taking them out. He was doing this for his family and for mutant kind.

“How are you Mags” he asked, walking into the house looking around for his daughter.

“Wanda manifested her powers while you were gone, she’s a bit upset” Magda elaborated with a frown. Erik’s smile turned down, why would she be upset? He had taught the children early on that any mutation they might get would be a gift.

“She blew up the television set and now she’s afraid she will hurt someone” Erik frowned.

“What happened that made her blow the television up?” He asked hoping he could figure out the trigger so he could help her master her powers.

“You know how she likes her silly little television shows, they had interrupted A rerun of I Love Lucy for an emergency broadcast. Her temper tantrum made the television blow. I’ve barely been able to coax her out of her room” Magda explained and Erik could see why she was exhausted now.

“I don’t know why she thinks it’s scary. I thought it was neat Vati” Pietro exclaimed munching on a twinkie.

“Pietro Django Maximoff, what have I said about sweets before dinner!” Magda scolded the little boy who had the audacity to grin.

“Erik he doesn’t get that Audacity from me, this is your child” Magda cried exasperated.

“Pietro you need to listen to your Mama, you only get one” Erik stepped in backing up Magda.

“You’re both square” the child whined. The two adults shared a look.

“I’m going to talk to Wanda, Pietro you listen to your Mama or we won’t go get ice cream after dinner” Erik could see the five year old’s dark eyes light up at the prospect of ice cream. Magda mouthed a silent thank you as he climbed the stairs to his daughter’s room. He knocked softly, taking time to smile at the drawing of flowers she had taped to her bedroom door.

“Go away Mama I’m not hungry” Erik could hear the tears in the child’s voice and it broke his shriveled heart.

“Wanda, Liebling, it’s Vati. I’m going to come in” he called to the child.

“NO! Vati I’ll hurt you” she cried.

“Then I will be hurt because I’m not going to let you hurt alone” Erik retorted opening the door and stepping into the tiny pink bedroom. There were dolls and books strewn around the room. If it were Pietro he wouldn’t be concerned but Wanda had always been a neat and orderly child. She was hiding behind the dollhouse he had gotten her for her fifth birthday. He came to squat in front of the sobbing child.

“Wanda, tell me what is the matter” He asked and reached to pick her up even as she pulled away. Once she was held close to his chest frozen in fear he sat down on her bed.

“Liebling everything is okay” he ran a hand through her auburn hair.

“No Vati my powers are bad” she whined softly.

“They most certainly are not bad, your powers are beautiful and a part of you” he answered back quickly. He wouldn’t have any of this self loathing nonsense.

“How is blowing stuff up beautiful Vati?” She asked still not placated.

“Tell me what were you thinking when the tv blew up, my darling?” he asked.

“I was so mad that I couldn’t watch my show that I just wished the TV would blow up so I didn’t have to see the stupid news” She confided. Erik just held her tighter trying to send her all his love through his sheer will.

“Did you know that when my powers manifested I was angry?” He asked his daughter who was still snuggled into his chest.

“You were?” She asked, her voice still raw from sobbing.

“Yes I was very angry Leibling and do you know what happened?” He prodded separating tangled curls with his fingers as he held her.

“What happened Vati?”

“I destroyed a gate. Do you think my powers are bad?” Erik proved her gently and she looked up in surprise. She clutched at the necklace he had made her for her most recent birthday.

“No you make pretty things and stop bad people like the ones that hurt Oma and Opa” She looked righteous now with her conviction that her Vati wasn’t a bad person. Peter may have gotten his audacity as Magda would say but Wanda had inherited his conviction.

“So what makes you think your powers are bad leibling. My powers can destroy but they can also create” he told her pulling her in tight for a hug.

“How do I make mine create instead of destroy?” She asked Erik.

“We will just have to practice. We don't know exactly how your abilities work. Do you want to try something?” He asked an idea springing to life in his head.

“Yeah!” He had managed to completely cheer up the distressed child.

“You remember the porcelain doll your brother broke? Do you still have it” Wanda frowned when he mentioned the doll she had been very upset when Pietro had broken the doll. It had taken Magda close to an hour to console her.

“Yes” she mumbled, getting a hat box out of the closet that held the pitiful remains of the broken doll. Erik had known that Wanda wouldn’t let her mother throw it out. Magda had been exasperated to say the least when she had called him to tell him all about the twins doll drama.

“Okay Wanda I want you to wish as hard as you can that the doll is unharmed. Wish it as hard as you wished for the television to blow up.” Erik whispered knelt behind his daughter. Wanda screwed her face up in concentration and her tiny tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth. Erik couldn’t help but stare in awe as the little doll began to float and knit itself back together. Within seconds the doll was like new.

“Wanda, open your eyes” he nudged her in awe. The girl’s eyes fluttered open and she gasped in happiness grabbing for the doll and clutching it to her chest.

“Thank you Vati” she jumped into his arms and he lifted her up and did a little spin.

“Now why don’t we go eat dinner? I think your mother made something good” He grinned. She nodded and he carried her back down to the living room where Magda was sitting with a restless Pietro.

“Mama Vati helped me!” Wanda shouted excitedly showing her mom the now pristine doll.

“I told you that your Vati would know what to do; you don’t get your dramatics from me. You get all of that from your Vati not me” Magda laughed getting up to kiss her daughters cheeks.

The family sat down for dinner and Erik soaked in his time with his family. He hated being away from them but he wanted them to be able to live in a safer world. He didn’t want his family to ever experience the things he went through as a child. If he had it his way they would have a normal upbringing.

What Erik didn’t know was this would be his last family dinner for the next ten years. He would be framed for the murder of the first mutant president and be locked beneath the pentagon in a glass prison.

[lag1995-fics]

What would you guys think if I started a multi chapter dadneto fic where he always knew about the twins and gets pissed at Charles for dragging his sixteen year old into dangerous activities?

[lag1995-fics]

Hello, could I request a Kit Walker x reader where the reader is related to jimmy darling and the reader introduce Kit to Jimmy.

Sorry for the wait love I’m on day 8 of fourteen at work. Keep requesting though guys I love writing and it keeps me sane. I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: fem!Reader x Kit Walker

Summary: reader introduces their new fiancé Kit to their big brother Jimmy

Warnings: some male posturing but really fluffy and mild

Words:1298

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What A Darling

You had come to live with your half brother Jimmy and his wives Dot and Bette when you were only fifteen. Your mother had died in a car accident and when the CPS workers looked into the man listed as your father on your birth certificate they had discovered him to be dead. Luckily he had another child who was already well into adulthood so you didn’t have to stay in the system.

It hadn’t taken long for you and Jimmy to become thick as thieves. You had been born without the ectrodactyly syndrome that your brother had and your father hadn’t wanted much to do with you since you didn’t have anything that could make him money. Jimmy had instantly become someone you could trust with your life.

He had been sad when you went off to college but happy that you were gonna make something of yourself. With a dad like Dell Toledo that was saying a lot. Jimmy had pushed you to do well in school and break the cycle. You decided to major in education.

That was how you met Julia and Thomas and through them Kit Walker. They were in your Kindergarten class your first year of teaching. You knew that you weren’t supposed to have favorites but the pair of siblings had touched your heart in a way the other kids couldn’t. You had tried to keep your distance at first because it seemed unprofessional but Kit had this whole charming single dad thing going on and it was quite difficult to stay professional when he flashed you those dimples.

The flirtation had remained just that, a flirtation up until the kids’ last day of school before summer break. Kit had swung by to pick them up but instead of his usual mechanics blues he was wearing a loud paisley print button down and there wasn’t a smudge of grease to be found. You would have almost sworn that your heart stopped when he flashed you his toothy grin.

“Ms. Y/L/N” he had greeted and you noted that he had made sure to be the last parent to pick up as it was just Jules and Tommy. The siblings were giggling behind their hands and whispering to each other.

“Well hello Mr. Walker, I was beginning to worry you’re never late” you raised an eyebrows narrowing your eyes.

“Well I’m terribly sorry to have worried you ma’am. If you would allow me to buy you dinner I would be grateful to make it up to you,” He replied, his grin never dropping. The kids began giggling even harder at their dad’s cheesy flirting.

“You guys were in on this huh?” You asked the children who feigned innocence.

“So?” Kit had a hopeful expression on his face.

“Pick me up at six” you told him with a smirk. His face lit up with that blinding smile again.

The date hadn’t felt like a first date; it had felt like coming home. She had known before he had even tried to kiss her goodnight that Kit was going to be her person. So one date turned to two and two turned to twenty and before they knew it they were getting engaged.

***

“Jules, Tommy are you guys ready it’s a bit of a drive make sure you go to the bathroom before we leave” the seven year olds dutifully wandered off to the restroom. You were fretting over your suitcase when you felt arms snake around you from behind and warm lips pepper kisses on your neck.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Kit’s voice whispered in your ear making your cheeks warm.

“Only about a dozen times just this morning” you giggled spinning so you were facing him, your faces inches from each other. You leant up and pressed your lips to his, his hands coming to rest at the back of your neck and side of your face. You could kiss Kit forever and never tire of it.

“Well then I’m short a few aren’t I” he asked with his eyes shining.

You only laughed and relaxed into his arms, you knew Jimmy would get along with Kit. Well at least after giving him plenty of shit for dating his little sister. You were also excited for Jules and Tommy to meet their cousins. The kids were all about the same age so it would be perfect. You knew Jimmy was skeptical of anyone being good enough for you in his eyes but you knew they would get on well.

The moment was broken by the feeling of four little arms wrapping around your and Kit’s legs almost knocking you over. You smiled down at the children and they flashed you their dimpled grins they had both inherited from Kit. You hoped that when you and Kit finally decided to have another baby they too would have his impressive dimples.

“You guys ready?” You asked making sure to voice your excitement.

“Yeah” they echoed in unison, it would always baffle you how they did that. You thought speaking in unison was supposed to be a twin thing.

Once you guys were all in the car and it was almost time to arrive you turned to the kids. You had gone over Jimmy’s ectrodactyly with them and they knew Dot and Bette shared a body, but they were still only six years old. Six year olds were not know for having the best manners. Hell Paulie and Ethie had embarrassed the hell out of you when they asked why you were wearing a clown dress last time you had visited.

“Julia, Thomas, remember what we said about you aunties and uncles?” You asked them with a soft smile.

“Yeah that they were born the way they were and they’re the same as us” Julia replied proud of herself for remembering.

“Very good they’re going to be so happy to meet y’all” you said and turned back around to find Kit smiling at you like a loon.

“I love you” he said to you and you rolled your eyes but kissed his cheek anyway.

“I love you too you big old sap” you grinned at him.

***

When Kit pulled into the drive way you could see your brother already waiting for you on the front porch. You dashed out of the car to hug his neck leaving Kit to help Jules and Tommy out of the station wagon. It wasn’t long before Kit and the kid made there way over.

“Jimmy I want you to mee Julia and Thomas. Jules, Tommy this is your uncle Jimmy” you introduced them and the kids immediately went up to Jimmy with matching grins.

“Uncle Jimmy, do you have candy? My friend Steve said that Uncles always have candy?” Tommy asked and you were happy to see both kids were completely unphased by Jimmy’s hands.

“Well I don’t have Candy but I think your Aunties made cookies. Maybe you could see if they will sneak you one before dinner” Jimmy grinned at the kids who rocketed into the house at the mention of sweets.

Once the kids were out of sight Jimmy plastered a stern look on his face causing you to punch him in the arm. He waved you off only glaring harder at Kit who did a good job of putting on a brave face.

“Jimmy be nice” you warned and he shrugged.

“Can’t a guy threaten his sisters boyfriend without any trouble?” He asked before turning to glare at Kit again.

“It’s fine y/n” Kit smiled at you and rolled your eyes leaving the boys to do their masculine posturing. You knew though that this was it Jimmy had accepted Kit and the kids as part of the family.

[lag1995-fics]

Hello!! I love how you write your stories! Is it okay if I request a story about Peter figuring out he can move/control metal while hanging out with the other x-men? And he accidentally makes them all start floating (because he's controlling the metal in their clothing) and everyone is trying to get him to calm down? Maybe even throw in some dadneto?

Hey Love ❤️ really sorry about the wait work has been a real bitch lately. I promise I haven’t forgotten any of you.

Magnetic

Pairing: mostly just dadneto but it does have a pinch of cherik because it’s canon in my mind

Words:1220

Warnings: my language but that’s about it

Summary: Peter becomes a human magnet 🧲

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Peter didn’t get upset often, he was the type to bottle his emotions until they exploded from the internal pressure. He had been shoving down his feelings about Erik for over ten years now and unknowingly shoving down his secondary mutation from manifesting along with said emotions. But like with all things emotions can’t be stamped out they will come out sometime if you don’t deal with them and it’s usually at the worst moment possible.

Peter’s moment came in a petty argument with Scott. Something a twenty six year old shouldn’t be doing especially with someone nearly ten years younger than them. It wasn’t even a good argument; it was over something as asinine as whether Peters silver pants were lame or not.

Peter and the kids had been chilling in one of the common areas. The kids pretty much flocked to Peter like a cool older brother. It had made him uncomfortable at first, he didn’t want to be that guy who hung out with teenagers. Adults that hung out with kids were weird, he was much more comfortable hanging out with Raven. He just wished she would drop the whole you should talk to your dad thing.

“Nice pants” Scott had scoffed at the speedster who only raised his eyebrow at the kid.

“Thank you, I spray painted them myself,” Peter informed him, his eyes twinkling. This only seemed to piss off Scott even more, he wanted to argue and it seemed like Peter wasn’t having it.

“Oh we can all see that” Scott scoffed and Peter felt a small thread of irritation run through him. Scott was notoriously a shit stirrer and liked to get under people’s skin.

“Nobody likes a bully, Scott,” Jean said without looking up from the copy of Hamlet she was reading. Scott looked properly chastised after being called out by his girlfriend. Peter knew that wouldn’t keep his mouth shut long.

“Yell nobody likes looking at a metallic eyesore” Scott laughed and Peter could feel his irritation building up. Jean huffed and got up just in time to drag scot away. It was too late though the emotions had already started to bubble up and instead of word vomit all the loose metal in the room started to levitate.

Once the objects were floating they started shooting towards Peter causing him to make a very “manly” squeal of surprise. Jean and Scott who had been in the doorway about to exit stopped to stare.

“What the hell” he yelled, unable to unstick any of the metal that had become attached to his person. Peter could feel the panic and anxiety start to build up which only threw his new found powers even more out of control. He tried shaking at superspeed to get the metal to fall off.

“I’m gonna go get the professor” Kurt declared with wide eyes when he saw that Peter was not in control. Kurt was gone with a bamf up to the professor’s study. Unfortunately for Peter or some might say it was fortunate, his father Erik happened to be up there playing chess with the professor.

***

*BAMF*

Erik blinked in surprise when the blue child teleported directly into Charles’ study. His surprise quickly turned to irritation, he was reminded again that this was a school and there would be no peace. His irritation then turned to slight guilt when he saw Charles’ worried face.

“What is wrong my boy?” Charles asked the nervous blue child. He couldn’t be more than 15, still all gangly limbs and awkward stares.

“It’s Peter, everything is sticking to him!” The frazzled teenager yelped. Erik felt an inexplicable rush of concern for the silver haired mutant. He had grown to like the boy in the brief time that he had known him.

“Kurt would you be kind enough to take us to Peter” Charles’ voice sounded right like he knew something and wasn’t sharing the information. Kurt nodded, taking each of the men’s arms. With a bamf the three were in one of the common rooms.

Erik for all that he had seen in his life could honestly say he had never been more stunned. There standing by the sofa was Peter covered in metal odds and ends looking completely miserable with a teaspoon stuck to his cheek. Erik stared mouth agape at the sight before him.

“It seems Peter has manifested a secondary mutation” Charles' voice brought Erik out of his stunned stupor. Peter, who had only just noticed the two new arrivals turned lobster red with embarrassment and began frantically shaking his limbs trying to dislodge the metal from his person.

“Peter, you need to calm down, only that will free the metal, Charles' voice cut through the chaos. Peter froze resembling a child with their hand caught in the cookie tin.

“Students please clear the room please,” he continued and the students dutifully filed out of the room leaving just Peter, Charles and Erik. Erik took the time that Peter was standing still to study the boy with his new knowledge. He hadn’t noticed before, his shock of silver hair and loud clothing drew one's eye away from his facial features. Peter had a very familiar face, he had Magda’s smile. He also had Erik’s nose and his Mama’s eyes. Erik was floored how he could have missed something so glaringly obvious.

Peter was his child, his adult child. He had missed out on his child’s entire life. He refused to miss a minute more he would be there for Peter no matter what, the Brotherhood be damned. Nothing came before his family, not even mutant kind.

Peter was following Charles' instructions , breathing in deep and holding them before letting them out. Slowly the bits of metal began to drop from Peter’s body.

“That’s it Peter, find your happiest memory” Erik suggested, coming to lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Peter’s breathing stuttered at the physical contact but quickly evened out again. It took Erik and Charles another fifteen minutes but soon Peter was completely calm and a pile of metal lay at his feet.

“Peter, can we talk?” Erik asked, Peter’s eyes went wide but he nodded. Charles excused himself without a word and Erik made a mental note to confront his lover about keeping things from him.

“So...what did you want to talk about?” Peter asked laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You said something to me ten years ago, with the chaos I didn’t have time to give it thought,” Erik started and Peter made an audible gulping noise in the back of his throat.

“Huh? Did I, about karate I think?” Peter deflected, uncomfortable with the building tension.

“No Peter, I think you know what I’m referring to. You mentioned something about your mother knowing someone who could bend metal.” Erik stated pointedly but not unkindly.

“Uh yeah” he rubbed even more furiously at the back of his neck.

“Yes and now you are experiencing a secondary metallokinesis mutation. Tell me Peter, was your mother’s name Magda?” He asked and Peter could feel all the emotional walls he had built crumble.

“Yes” Peter answered looking anywhere but at his father. That’s why he didn’t see it coming when he was suddenly wrapped in Erik’s long armed embrace.

As always thank you for reading. Feel free to drop an ask.

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[lag1995-fics]

Hii. Can I request anything with pre- cult Kai and fem reader with a reader that's really happy and bubbly? It could be a fic, headcanonns, literally anything lol. I love your writing 💙💙

Of course you can love, I hope you enjoy this ❤️

Crushing

Pairing: Pre Cult Kai/ bubbly reader

Words: 1506

Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This will contain sexual harassment and assault it isn’t graphic but some may feel uncomfy, this fic also features heavy language

Summary: Kai and Reader have both had crushes on each other but have consistently brushed their feelings off they both felt the other was simply unattainable. A bad experience ends up bringing them together.

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You had always been a bubbly person, the type that usually had a grin spread across her face. You had the biggest crush on your friend Winter’s older brother. You were one hundred percent positive that you were not his type. He was sarcastic and a little mean at times, you were an absolute giggle box who always had a kind word and a smile for almost everyone.

What you didn’t know, was that you were not the only person with a crush. Kai had been mesmerized by the way you floated through life like you had a bubble to protect you from all the grubby thorns that were society. You never caught him but he would stare at you when you came to visit Winter. The entire family loved you actually and Kai’s father would often tease him about you when you were out of the room.

You never expected anything to come out of your silly little crush and neither did Kai for that matter. He had actually put you up on a bit of an unfounded pedestal in his own mind. You were too pure for anyone himself included. He didn’t want to see anyone crush your spirit it was something he loved about you.

Kai couldn’t control the world though, and the world was a dark miserable place that was full of dark miserable people. You were someone who was remarkable though, you seemed untouched by the dark miserable world in his mind. The darkness of the world affects everyone sometimes though and it did eventually catch up to you.

***

You had been walking home from work in the rain, face tilted to sky as the soft drops of water tickled your skin. You hadn’t noticed the strange customer who had been watching you at the coffee shop where you worked. You also hadn’t noticed him follow you out of the shop too busy watching your bright yellow converse splash happily in the puddles on the grubby side walk.

It hadn’t taken him long to act when you had turned onto a fairly deserted road. He had caught up to you and began to walk in step with you. Red flags went up immediately in your head but you as always held out hope that maybe this person was just being friendly.

“Hey baby girl,” his tone was slippery and disgusting. You couldn’t help the trill of fear that went down your spine.

“Hey, please don’t call me that,” you muttered, probably more politely than you should have.

“Oh so you’re a frigid bitch that can’t take a fuckin compliment!” His tone had shifted from slick to intimidating in the span of a few seconds. This man was everything your mother had taught you to fear. You also wished you had started carrying personal protection like Winter had suggested, weapons made you uncomfy though.

“Excuse me I need to get home people are waiting for me” you babbled picking up your pace to try and put distance between himself and you. Before you got very far his large hand reached out wrapping around your forearm with a bruising tightness. You yelped, reaching into your pocket with your free hand to hit your emergency dial.

“I wasn’t done talkin to you bitch don’t think I didn’t notice you ignoring me at the stupid little coffee shop” your fear level was almost maxed out now and you could faintly hear Winter screaming in your pocket from where you had emergency dialed her.

“Please I don’t want any trouble, I haven’t done anything to you,” you tried to reason with the mad man. Before the man could utter another word a car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.

Kai had been driving down the road on his way back home when he saw a familiar polka dot rain jacket being assaulted by some grubby asshole. He had slammed on his breaks and jerked his old beater of a car into park. He flew out of the car dashing to your side.

“Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Of. Her.” He hissed as he stepped between you and your assailant. The man released her arm like it shocked him as Kai glared at him with angry brown eyes.

“Sorry man, I didn’t know she had a fuckin boyfriend she should have said something,” the man backpeddaled.

“It shouldn’t matter if a person has a boyfriend or not! No means no asshole!” You shouted the fear draining from you being rapidly replaced by righteous anger.

“If I ever see you again I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see fuck face” Kai spat angling himself rven further infront of you as the man ran off.

As soon as the man was gone Kai spun so that he was facing you. His eyes ran down your body looking for any possible injuries. Water dropped from his wild brown curls as he checked you over. He was careful not to touch you but you weren’t having any of that, you launched yourself into his arms your own wrapping around his surprisingly muscled middle.

“Thank you, you saved my ass,” you mumbled into his soaked t-shirt, happy that the rain was hiding your tear stained cheeks.

“You scared me to death, let’s get you home,” he brushed off your thank you. Like he could let someone try to hurt the only good thing in his world. He guided you to his car that was still parked in the middle of the road with the engine running.

Once you weee safely inside and he was driving again he turned to you. You couldn’t help the heat that filled your cheeks at his pointed gaze. You had never been alone like this with Kai before and it was frankly overwhelming.

“Why were you walking home, I know you have a car?” Kai asked his tone still full of worry. He would personally pay to have your car fixed if it was out of commission.

“I always walk when it’s raining, rain is my favorite” you blushed at how childish it sounded coming from your mouth. He let out an exasperated chuckle.

“Of course you do! Your a living breathing chick flick!” His tone was exasperated but lighthearted in a way.

“Hey! I resent that!” You shot out indignantly, “if I were a living breathing chick flick I would get the guy.”

Kai couldn’t help but look at you like you were dumb his brown eyes scanning your face to make sure you weren’t pulling his leg.

“Y/n you could literally get any dude you wanted, you’re freaking adorable” He sounded stunned that you would think such a thing. You rolled your eyes you didn’t need your best friend’s older brother blowing smoke up your rear.

“Adorable girls don’t get the guy Kai-Kai, hot girls get the guy” you rolled your eyes elbowing him gently. You didn’t know it but you were the only person in the world allowed to call him Kai-Kai. He pulled into your driveway still looking at you like you had grown three heads.

“You’re not serious y/n” Kai asked incredulously running a hand through his wet brown curls.

“Kai-Kai you don’t have to be nice to me just because I’m your sisters best friend” you rolled your eyes, moving to get out of Kai’s car.

“Give me your pinky” his voice sounded strange. Still you flashed him a goofy smile holding out a painted pinky. He linked his pinky with your own his was much larger and warmer.

“You know how a pinky swear works right?” He asked and you nodded still confused on where he was going with this.

“Yeah you can’t break a pinky swear” you replied.

“Well I pinky promise to tell you the brutally honest truth no sugar coating” he declared.

“Okay” you replied still a bit confused.

“Y/n I have wanted you from the moment you opened your mouth and that perfect giggle floated out. You ate everything I’m not. You’re a happy go lucky girl and I’m just some internet troll that enjoys getting a rise outta people,

“You’re way to good for me and I would never even bother to think that you would ever be interested in me. But you gotta stop this self deprecating bullshit. You are the most beautiful human I know inside and out” he ranted and you could only stare at him in shock, floored by his revelation.

“You like me?” You questioned your voice soft and squeaky.

“Hell yeah! How could anyone not like you y/n?” He too sounded surprised.

You unlatched your pinkies trying not to overthink what you were going to do next. You stared into Kai’s piercing brown eyes gathering your non existent courage. You leaned forward pushing forward with your hands on his console. Your lips connected in a searing kiss his lips scorched your own as he kissed you back with a fierceness, his hand burying itself in the back of your hair.

Sorry this took so long I was exhausted and time got away from me ❤️❤️❤️. Much love and thanks for reading.

[dracogotgame]

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

[lag1995-fics]

My ask box is empty send me requests if you want. I’ll probably have some time later tonight to get one story done. ❤️❤️❤️

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[lag1995-fics]

Hiii! Can i request a dadneto where Peter has a secondary mutation that also makes him metallokinetic like Erik? And then when he finally shows the X-men, Erik finally connects the dots? 😳😳

Of course you can love I’ll never say no to dadneto ❤️❤️❤️ sorry for the wait I just started a new job. I hope you enjoy the story ❤️

Forks

Pairing: none

Warning: I drop the f-bomb a bit

Words:1480

Summary: When Peter and Scott get into an argument, Peter loses his temper revealing his secondary mutation.

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Peter had always been really careful about hiding his secondary mutation. If people saw him moving metal it wouldn’t be hard to jump to the correct conclusion about his and Erik’s familial bond. It was just easier to keep that bit to himself. He wanted to tell Erik but he also didn’t want to be a 27 year old man trying to take the place of his dead 8 year old sister. He wanted to naturally build a relationship with his father, maybe then he could tell him.

They were supposed to be having a team building dinner that night. Peter knew why as well, he and Scott had been bickering constantly. It was obvious that Scott blamed Peter for his brother's tragic death. Scott had no way of knowing that the flames had already engulfed Alex. Peter also didn’t want to harp on that but too much Scott needed to grieve lord know he lashed out like an asshole when Wanda disappeared. If Scott needed to blame someone Peter didn’t mind being that person.

Everyone else thought it was obvious that Scott was being a major jerk wad and would often try to come to Peter’s defense. Scott rarely saw it but Peter would always wave off the defenders, often with comments of “let him have this” or “it’s okay, he needs to get these emotions out.” He could be the bigger person he was ten years older than Scott, it was just part of being a grown up.

***

The time came for the team building dinner and Peter’s mouth was already watering at the prospect of delicious ooey, gooey pizza. His mother had often told him his stomach was like a bottomless pit. Peter burned a hell of a lot of calories though and he had to constantly eat to make up for that.

He took his seat between Raven and Hank rubbing his hands together in anticipation. They looked at him with various looks of both disgust and amusement. Peter could care less pizza was the food of gods right behind twinkies.

It was no time before everyone had a seat at the table and Peter immediately started inhaling the Pizza. He was halfway through his 8th slice when Scott decided to open his mouth.

“That’s disgusting” he sneered and Peter could only grin at him.

“I burn a lotta calories plus Pizza is delicious!” Peter exclaimed brightly he was unbothered by Scott’s half hearted insult.

“Can you lay off for once this is supposed to be about team building,” Jean groaned, fed up with her boyfriend's childish behavior. Peter remained unbothered though, he knew what Scott was going through. It had been the same for him after Wanda disappeared.

“It’s fine Jean he’s just a kid, he doesn’t bother me,” Peter told the red haired girl light heartedly.

“Well it bothers me. Scott, what happened to Alex was not Peter’s fault, Alex was closest to the blast,” Jean shot out to her boyfriend obviously fed up with his shit.

“What bothers me is how nonchalant he is about the whole thing, it’s like he doesn’t even care” Scott was starting to get worked up and Peter wished that Jean could have just left it alone. He managed a glance at Erik who was ignoring everyone in favor of his newspaper. Charles who was beside him looked like he had a migraine starting. It was Charles idea for team building after all and Erik had the look of I told you so without even saying a word.

“You think I don’t care?” Peter asked, he didn’t want Scott to think he didn’t care. It weighed heavily on his mind that he hadn’t gotten there in time to save Scott’s brother. He was always too late for someone with super speed.

“I know you don’t fucking care!” Scott’s face was inflamed and red.

“Scott! Language!” Charles snapped.

“Well you’re wrong Scott I do care. I’m always too late and I’m sorry I didn’t get to Alex in time.” Peter was sincerely sorry that he hadn’t been in time. He would never wish the pain of losing a sibling on anyone.

“Well fuck you! You don’t know what it’s like to lose a sibiling! Alex was all that I had!” Scott screamed and Peter felt a trill of Anger run down his spine his fork started to vibrate subtly and Raven looked at it with wide eyes before looking at him sharply. Peter didn’t notice his mind was full of images of his sister.

“Don’t act like you know me Scott, the only reason I’ve let you go on and on like you have is because I know exactly what you’re going through.” Peter seethed and he knew he should be embarrassed that he let a seventeen year old goad him like this.

“Fuck You! Alex died, you didn’t save him. You don’t know what it’s like to lose a brother” Scott spat. By now Erik had lowered his paper watching the interaction with veiled interest. Charles had a look of anger at the boys for ruining his team building dinner.

“Oh I might not know what it’s like to lose a brother but I lost my twin sister when we were your age! She just disappeared. I have no clue if she’s alive or dead and I promise you that’s worse!” Peter spat and the silverware began rising into the air with his skyrocketing temper. If he had been looking he would have seen the color drain from Erik’s face.

“Erik you’re only making it worse!” Charles snapped thinking it was Magneto getting irritated and wanting to silence the boys. Peter realizing what he had done let the silverware drop with a metallic clatter. The anger drained rapidly.

“Charles it’s not me.” His tone was choked as he stared at the silver haired mutant with new eyes. Peter unsure of what to do in the rising tension decided the logical answer was to bolt from the room.

He was by the fountain in second trying to calm his ragged breathing and approaching panic attack. The cat was truly out of the bag now. He placed his head between his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Inside Erik was still staring at the spot Peter had just disappeared from. His mind was trying to catch up. He had another child, a living child. Peter was clearly Magda’s son, he had her sunny disposition, he obviously hadn’t inherited that from him. Then his stomach sank again. He had twins and one of them was missing for over ten years. Peter had been dealing with this pain on his own.

“Fountain,” Charles' voice whispered in his head, “go to him he needs you. He’s afraid you’ll reject him.”

Erik wondered how such a brilliant person like Peter could ever think that he would reject him. If anything Erik wasn’t worthy of the boy, he was such a bright beacon in the dark miserable world. He began to walk to the fountain, his mind replaying a very specific memory. Almost ten years ago a silver haired teenager had broken him out of his prison with a grin and a sharp wit. He had also made an off hand comment.

“So you can control metal?” Peter had asked and Erik who was still disoriented had only nodded.

“That cool my mom knew a guy who could do that,” the statement had been so off handed and nonchalant. Erik should have known then but he had been distracted by a walking Charles who promptly punched him square in the jaw. The off hand comment had been pushed to the back of his mind.

He found Peter with his head between his knees close to a panic attack. He sat next to the boy and laid a hand on his shoulder. Peter jerked looking at him in surprise.

“Your mother was Magda,” it was a statement not a question. Peter only nodded with wide brown eyes. His mother’s eyes, it felt like a punch to the gut.

“I’m not trying to replace Nina, I swear!” Peter choked out, “I wouldn’t want someone to try and replace Wanda.”

“You’re not replacing anyone my boy, you are your own person. A good person that I don’t deserve. You’re my son and I love you. I may not have known you for very long but family is forever,” Erik declared and Peter sniffles before throwing himself into his fathers arms like he was five and not twenty seven. Erik hugged his son back as they both fought back their tears.

“Forever” Peter agreed and one of the cracks in his heart healed. He wasn’t whole but he had one more person to add to his list of loved ones. He only hoped he could find Wanda one day. Erik would love her; they were both so much alike.

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Hey can I request a fanfic for Evan's character kit walker and song a turning page from twilight?

I hope you like it thank you for requesting. ❤️

Turning Page

Song:Turning Page by Sleeping at Last

Pairing: Kit Walker X Reader

Warnings: some cussing

Words: 2010

Summary:Kit’s highschool sweetheart waits for him

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You and Kit Walker had been high school sweethearts, he was your first love; and if you were being honest he was your only love. You guys had mutually broken things off after highschool when you had gotten into an out of state college.

When you came back the first time after getting your degree, you found out that Kit had moved on and married a woman called Alma. You weren’t jealous, a little disappointed maybe, but you were genuinely happy for them. Kit was a good man and you had always known he would make a good husband. You couldn’t put yourself through watching them though, you had never given up on your relationship with Kit. He had ruined you for other men. You had other boyfriends during school but the longest relationship had only lasted a month.

You decided to move back to Boston leaving your small town life behind. You loved a relatively happy life in the city, distracting yourself from the life you wished you had. You had gotten a degree in education, so you threw yourself into teaching children.

You had been happy to hear that they had apparently apprehended the serial killer, who went by the bloody face moniker. Well you had until they said it was Kit Walker, you reasoned with yourself that it had to be someone else named Kit Walker. Your Kit would never be able to do something as heinous as what they claimed Bloodyface did. Your Kit was a gentle soul, who would do his best to bring happiness and peace to anyone he might meet.

When you saw his face flash on the evening news that night you had broken down and sobbed. Kit was being framed for a murder he hadn’t committed. He wouldn’t even kill a spider much less the woman he married. You had started making calls trying to get on as a character witness. That whole town was racist and this stunk of a town coverup.

They wouldn’t let you be his witness though, they claimed you hadn’t spoken to him for over six years. You had screamed and cried even harder when they rejected you. You had never stopped loving Kit even if it had to be one sided from afar. You wrote him letters trying to convey to him that people still believed in him. That you would always love and believe him.

He never wrote you back. The guards at the prison who checked his mail had scoffed thinking of you as some loon and had trashed them. When he was committed to Briarcliff Asylum they too disposed of the many letters.

When you hear of Kit’s death you fall into a dark depression. You’re barely hanging on, when you happen to skim a blip in a newspaper. You almost choke when you see his face. He’s a bit older, but it is unmistakably Kit Walker. The article however was not a happy one: the man’s wife Alma had murdered a woman that lived with them in a fit of apparent hysteria.

Without preamble you packed a suitcase and began the trip back home. Kit would need you, not as a lover, that ship had sailed but he would need you as a friend. He was almost entirely alone now and with two toddlers to boot. You couldn’t help but feel the joythat he was alive even though it was steeped in sadness at his tragic loss.

Alma had been a sweet girl from what she could tell. She had never met her in person but if Kit married her it was apparent that she was a good person. She had been missing for so long though, she had been traumatized and snapped. It wasn’t her fault that bad things had happened and lord knows that the country's mental health system left a lot to be desired.

It had taken you almost all day to find the farmhouse that Kit lived in. It was dusk and the sun was starting to set. You took a steadying breath hoping that you weren’t overstepping any boundaries. You had flown out of the house with barely any thought, relying mostly on instinct. You hadn’t been able to help Kit when he was accused of being Bloodyface but you could certainly help now without the government involved.

You eased yourself out of the old Buick you were driving and shut the door. You began to make your way to the door but it opened before you got the chance to knock. There he was, he was still handsome as ever, but he had lost that carefree air he had when they were young. You supposed you had probably lost that too.

“I already told you I’m not doing an interview, leave my family in peace!” His voice was angry and you were now unsure if you had made the right decision. Then as if he hadn’t really been looking at you before, his eyes widened.

“Y/n?” He asked questioningly the anger had drained from his voice.

“Oh Kit I heard what happened I needed to make sure you were okay,” you explained trying not to cringe. You probably seemed like a crazy person showing up at your highschool sweetheart’s home after his wife had murdered someone.

“I thought you lived in Boston?” He questioned, still surprised at your arrival.

“I do, I hopped in my car as soon as I heard, I thought you might need some help. If I’m imposing I apologize… I can leave,” you were rambling, it was something you were prone to when nervous.

“No! Uh I mean no, you could never be an imposition doll. Come inside, I didn’t think anyone cared about me anymore,” he lamented, meeting her halfway on her way to the house. You got a better look at him up close. He still had beautiful brown eyes but there were dark bruise like bags underneath them. You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping well, and really who would after something like this happened.

You followed Kit inside his home, it still smelt of the bleach they used to get up the blood, but it was warm and cozy. You looked over and could see the two toddlers playing together on a rug with some blocks.

“This is Julia and Thomas,” he said, gesturing to the kids who barely spared them a glance.

“They’re precious,” you commented.

“Yeah they are pretty great, must take after their old man,” he bragged teasingly but it was half hearted.

“Kit,Are you okay?” You asked, laying a hand on.

“I will be,” there was a determination in his voice this time looking at the children playing happily unaware.

“If you need anything at all just tell me” you begged, hoping he would take the help. This trip wasn’t entirely unselfish, you had missed Kit the moment you left for college and the feeling had never left. It hadn’t faded with time like these things are meant to do, you had never stopped loving Kit and you would wait a thousand years if that’s what it took. You didn’t expect any romance, you knew that ship had sailed, but you would be there for your dearest and oldest friend.

“Don’t you have a life or a lover in Boston, surely you don’t want to spend time with someone as pathetic as me.” His self deprecating comment made you jerk him by the arm so he was facing you.

“You listen to me Kit Walker, you are one of the most gentle humans I’ve ever met. You are an incredibly good man and you deserve all the love and help in the world. Let someone help you, you don’t have to go through this alone,” You declared, staring directly into his brown eyes with your own y/e/c ones.

He only nodded before taking you into a friendly hug holding you close to his chest, his head buried into your shoulder. You felt a shuddering sob wrack through him. You only held him, you didn’t know how much time had passed as you held him close letting him sob. When he finally pulled away you could see the gratitude in his eyes.

****

Days bled into weeks and weeks bled into months as you stayed with Kit. Things for the most part remained platonic apart from a few lingering glances from each other. You didn’t want to put any pressure on the relationship. You had meant what you said when you told him you were here to help him. You would love Kit however you could get him be it romantic or platonic. You would always wait on him.

When he had come home one day in tears you had just held him. Alma had died that day and Kit had lost his wife for a third time and the children had lost their mother’s.

More time would pass and things became increasingly comfortable between you two. You had taken a teaching position at the elementary school the next town over and Kit continued to work as a mechanic.

It had been a day like many others when it happened. Kit had come home covered in a layer of oil and grease and you had been making dinner. After he had showered, he came into the kitchen to watch you cook and help Julia and Thomas with their homework. It was really quite domestic.

After dinner you had wrestled the children into bed and retired to the living room to watch television. You had felt the burning of Kit’s eyes on you and you turned to look at him pulling a face.

“Why did you stay?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face, “Your help has been indispensable, but it’s a year now and your still here. Aren’t you tired of me yet?”

“Oh, I can start looking for an apartment. I never wanted to overstay my welcome. I guess I just got comfortable being around you and the twins, is like breathing air” You rambled hiding your burning cheeks. He wouldn’t take that though and he grabbed you by your shoulders making you look at him.

“Doll I’m not kicking you out, you can stay forever if you want. I just don’t understand why you would want to stay with me,” he said and you gulped looking into his eyes.

“Oh Kit you’re the best person I know. Did you not get that with the hundreds of letters I sent to you in prison and while you were at Briarcliff” you joked trying to lessen the tension. You had never brought up the letters before you were honestly pretty embarrassed by them.

“What letters!?” He pulled back looking hard at you.

“I wrote to you everyday up until they announced your death” you explained cheeks filled with liquid fire.

“Fuck! He cursed getting up and pacing.

“I never got a single letter, y/n” he said and you not knowing what to do approached him opening your arms. He fell into your embrace burying his face in your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked unsure of what to say.

“Don’t be sorry doll, but it still doesn’t explain why you want to be around me” He started in again and you couldn't help the anger that spilled forward. You took your fist and hit his chest.

“Because I love you dummy, I never stopped,” his eyes went wide at your declaration.

“What?” He asked dumbly, his limbs going numb.

“I love you Kit and I’ll always be there for you if you need me. If it’s only as a friend I can live with that, at least I get to be with you,” Your cheeks burned for the third time in what seemed like an hour.

Kit not knowing what to say decided to act on instinct. He gathered you in his arms and pressed his lips against your own in a searing kiss. You clutched at each other desperately the tension finally snapped.

“I love you too Doll.”

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Maybe Superheroes by The script for Peter Maximoff if you'd feel like writing something for it? 😄💕 thinking about X-Men everytime I hear it haha it's so amazing

I hope you like it, it’s a little angsty. Thank you so much for requesting and following.

Superheroes

Song: Superheroes by The Script

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x female!Reader

Warning: violence, and an f-bomb or two. It also has some dadneto

Words: 1336

Summary: When you are kidnapped, Peter tears the world apart to find you.

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When you started dating Peter it had been like breathing air. Kissing and loving was as natural as breathing air or drinking water. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Things were amazing and you didn’t think anything could bring you down. Peter made you laugh so much he was so goofy and good natured. He brightened your world like a kerosene lantern in a thunderstorm. The only thing you guys ever argued about was whether or not he should tell Erik that he was Peter's biological father.

You were adamant about this, you had lost your own father when you were still a teenager. You didn’t want Peter to have any regrets; especially with how reckless Erik was.

Things didn’t stay amazing though, now that Strijer knew where the school was he had teams of people watching for someone who might be leaving alone. You hadn’t thought at the time that going to pick Peter up a birthday present would lead to you being kidnapped by some shady government officials.

****

You woke up to a hazy migraine and blinding fluorescent lights. You went to get up but you realized with panic that you were securely tied to the metal cot.

“Time to wake up mutey!” A man’s harsh voice barked at her.

“W-where am I?” You stuttered, finally getting a look at the severe man.

“I’m colonel Striker, and you’re somewhere they will never find you mutant!” He spat as if mutant was a dirty word.

“Now tell me your mutation and what can you tell me about Charles Xavier” He demanded and you had to bite back a shiver of fear.

“I would never give up my family” you declared determined to keep quiet. Peter and the x-men would find you.

****

Peter was beginning to get concerned it had been a good three hours since he had last seen y/n. He began zipping all over the school looking for her. He then ran into the next town and they were nowhere to be found. The panic began to set in as he ran as fast as he could back to the professor breaking the sound barrier.

“Professor! Do you know where y/n is!” Peter all but shouted to the startled professor.

“No I believe she was going into town but I haven’t seen her since,” the professor replied evenly trying to calm the panic in Peter’s voice.

“Can you look with cerebro, I looked over every inch of the town?” Peter asked, his voice still fraught with anxiety.

“Of course Peter,” Charles conceded and two of them made their way down to the basement of the school.

Charles looked for y/n for over an hour, each minute stabbing Peter in the gut with fear. The ring box in his jacket pocket felt like a lump of lead against his heart. When Charles pulled out of cerebro with a deep frown on his face, peters stomach fell out to his feet.

“Peter, I couldn’t find her. It was like there was a void. It’s similar in feeling to Erik’s bloody helmet,” Charles said watching the silver haired man’s face crumble. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks.

“We have to find her!” Was all that Peter could choke out his tongue feeling like rubber.

“We will Peter. I'm going to search for her face in other people's minds, please tell Hank to get the X-Men ready to go,” Charles told Peter, trying to convey his reassurance.

Peter ran to Hank telling him what was going on as quickly as possible. He needed to recruit one more person. Magneto had contacts that could help him get Y/n safely home.

***

Peter arrived in Genosha uninvited and out of breath. Erik had immediately walked out guarded but not hostile. Peter looked into his fathers eyes, his own brown ones frantic.

Erik couldn’t help but notice that the silver haired man had eyes that were very much like his mother’s.

“I need your help!” Peter all but demanded, afraid for his lover’s safety.

“I would normally love to help another mutant brother or sister, but I am quite tied up with getting this community off the ground” Erik waved at the shipping containers he was using to construct small homes.

“No I need your help they took her, someone took her and I need her. Please!” Peter begged, his voice broken.

“Peter you are emotional, I’m sure there are plenty of x-men that can help you” Erik walked closer to the boy laying a hand on his rather clad shoulder.

“You don’t understand, I need your help, they won’t be enough!” Peter snapped looking up at his father achingly.

“I’m sorry Peter, they will find her” Erik repeated and Peter felt a chill of anger go down his spine.

“Maximoff!” Peter snapped and Erik’s eyes went wide before narrowing in suspicion.

“Excuse, me, Erik said gruffly, pulling away from Peter.

“Where did you learn that name?!” Erik’s voice held a hint of anger. He had always tried to push the wife who had left him out of his mind.

“It’s my name, I was born Pietro Django Maximoff on February 10, 1955” Peter was desperate. He would do anything to find his lover, even if that meant fighting his demons he had kept since the day Erik had tried to off Nixon.

Erik felt his face drain of color, his mind whirling. This boy who broke him out of the pentagon at seventeen. This boy whom he had almost let die at Apocalypse hands. He had almost lost another child and he would have never known it. It was obvious that Peter had no intention of ever telling Erik of their relationship.

“Your mother, what was her name?” Erik asked just to confirm and Peter snorted unhappily.

“You tell me,” he lamented.

“Magda,” Erik uttered and while Peter didn’t confirm he also didn’t deny. Now that Erik was looking he could see that Peter had taken after his mother’s side of the family. He looked strikingly like Erik’s late uncle. He knew immediately without a doubt he would do anything for this boy. He would walk through the fires of hell for Peter.

****

You woke up to a sharp kick in the stomach causing you to write in the corner you were huddled in. They had taken to beating you until you would talk. You wouldn’t though, Peter was there and he was your whole world.

“You ready to talk yet Mutie” The guard taunted and you spat at him, blood and spittle staining his fatigues.

“Go fuck yourself,” you gasped out as he kicked you again.

“We have a Code M, all units respond,” the guards radio garbled. A flash of fear crossed the guards features before he ran out of the room not even bothering to cuff you back to the bed.

You could hear screaming and banging getting closer and you could only hope that the cavalry had arrived for you. You needed to see Peter, you never wanted to leave his side again.

Your half swollen eyes widened when the door to your cell burst open and a silver blur darted to you. A magenta clad man stood outside the doorway as well killing anyone who tried to enter.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed touching your face like you were made from glass.

“I knew you’d come for me” You cried collapsing into his arms sobbing.

“I’ve got you baby and I’m never letting you out of my sight again” Peter sounded determined and more mature than she had ever heard him be.

“I love you” you gasped, pressing a bloody kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” he grinned and you slapped his shoulder lightly. He would find a way to drop a silly movie reference even at a time like this.

“Let’s get you home” Peter murmured and before you knew it you were strapped into a seat on the jet, ready to go home.

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Hii. Can I request a fanfic for the song and Evan character thing? Could it be That's all by Genesis and Kai Anderson please?

I hope you like smut cause this one came out spicy 🌶. Apologies in advance I suck at writing Kai.

That’s All

Pairing:Kai x female reader

Warnings:Kai Anderson being Kai Anderson. Stalking, murder, derogatory language towards women, unhealthy relationship, language, smut

Words: 2190

Summary: Kai and reader share an unhealthy relationship but hey they love each other

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You were a self professed nasty woman, you had voted proudly for Hillary. She had clearly been the lesser of two evils. Plus it was about god damned time a woman broke that glass ceiling. You were pretty much everything Kai Anderson hated about women in general.

Kai should hate you, he should want to torment you but you intrigued him. It had started simply enough, hun being the entitled creep that he is had watched you do yoga in your backyard. You didn’t know of course, not then at least, that you had gained a stalker.

It hadn’t taken Kai long to realize that he wanted you to be his. He wanted to possess every part of you, he wanted you to be his and only his. He had a very unhealthy obsession with you.

That wasn’t all though he had also caught your eye. You had been out getting your mail one day dressed in nothing but a large t-shirt and shorts so short they couldn’t be seen beneath the hem of the shirt. You had seen him staring you down his blue hair thrown messily up into a bun on top of his head.

You were struck by his Beauty, he truly was a beautiful man. With brown eyes so dark they looked like two pieces of coal staring into your soul. You waved, flashing him a bright grin. He flashed you a grin of his own and as much as it made your panties dampen it also had an unhinged quality.

When you had got inside an uncharacteristically girlish giggle escaped your lips. Your roommate looked at you like you had grown three heads. You could feel your cheeks fill with fire. You were supposed to be a strong woman that didn’t need a man to complete her. Your neighbor was something else though.

“Who is this person giggling like a schoolgirl, that replaced my good friend y/n.” She cackled and you could feel the fire in your cheeks spread to your chest and ears.

“Our neighbor is kind of cute,” you replied waspishly.

“No really where is my roommate, the man hating feminist activist?” She joked.

“I don’t hate all men. I just think that men in general are problematic at best,” you defended huffily.

“He’s probably a raging trumpy,” she teased, lightheartedly.

“Oh is not he had long blue hair that was in a bun” you defended despite not knowing anything about this man. You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend him like you were.

“Oh you got it bad!” she collapsed into a fit of laughter when you threw a throw pillow at her.

***

It was another two weeks before you saw your mysterious neighbor again. He was talking to a shorter girl who was wearing a t-shirt that had “pussy power” emblazoned on her chest. This gave you the burst of confidence you needed as you strode over to them before you could talk yourself out of it.

“I love your shirt” you addressed the girl and she flashed you a grin.

“Thanks,” She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head and flashed him a smile as well. You couldn’t help but admit to being a bit disappointed when he rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him. I’m Winter and this is my brother Kai” she introduced herself holding out a hand for you to shake which you did.

Kai the name rolled around in your head. You couldn’t help but entertain some mild fantasy of screaming out his name as he fucked you into a mattress. You shook the dirty fantasy from your mind.

“Nice to meet you I’m y/n,” you held out a hand to the blue haired man letting yourself take him in up close.

He had messy stubble along his chin and his blue hair hung around his face. His eyes were even more haunting up close and you felt like you could get lost in them. He took your hand wrapping his larger one around it, he had a firm grip. You couldn’t help but physically gulp from the skin to skin contact.

“We’ve met before, you live across the street. You like the power puff girls right?” He teased and you suddenly remembered what shirt you had been wearing.

“The power puff girls are fucking rad Kai” Winter defended and you smiled at her. Something in the way he looked at you made you want to submit to him. It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes again.

***

You and winter only grew closer and she quickly became part of your friend group. You tried to forget about Kai after finding out his political affiliations. He was everything you fought against. He was proud of being a chauvinistic pig.

You had decided to move on after a heated debate on men’s rights. You had tried to point out that all feminists wanted was equality. Men in this country as it stood right now had more rights than women did. It was a travesty.

He wouldn’t listen to you at all and went out of his way to call you a Misandrist. You had boiled over at that loudly proclaiming that you had really liked him up until the point he started spewing this nonsense. He was a pig and didn’t deserve the time of day you had already given him.

You would think that the polar opposite political opinions would cut the sexual tension like a hot king through butter; it didn’t though. If anything you were even more attracted to the man and Kai who normally had minimal patience for mouthy women was even more interested in making you his. He didn’t want to break you the fighting was too much fun but he definitely wanted to bend you to his will enough that you would never leave him.

You on the other hand had forced yourself to start dating other people. None of them compared to the man who fucked you everynight in your dreams. Kai Anderson was a force to be reckoned with.

***

Kai was sitting in the basement when Winter trudged down with her arms full of pizza. His eyes snapped to his sister and he couldn’t help but ask about y/n.

“Is y/n coming for dinner?” He asked, eyeing the pizza. Winter couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother who had developed an unhealthy obsession with her newest friend.

“No she’s got a date tonight some dude called Brad” Winter shrugged nonchalantly, knowing it would rile up her brother.

“What the fuck, she can’t go on a date with another dude” Kai spat possessively.

“Well tell her that because she definitely went on a date tonight” Winter laughed leaving her brother to stew in his resentment before he could snap at her.

“BULLSHIT!” He roared, flipping the coffee table in his anger.

He angrily grabbed his laptop logging into Facebook, whoever this Brad fucker was; was a deadman. He found your profile going to your profile ignoring the hideous cat eared beanie covering your beautiful hair in your profile picture. There were only three Brads on your friends list, one of them was well into his fifties and married, the other shared your last name and was probably a cousin. That left only one option, the man who appeared in the photo was everything Kai wasn’t. He was clean cut and wore a goofy ass bow tie.

He made a call ordering a hit on him but only if he was alone. He couldn’t risk you possibly getting hurt in the crossfire.

***

It was only two days after your disastrous tinder date that you found out Brad had been murdered. You were sad for his family. The date hadn’t been great but he had been nice in a dweeby, Silicon Valley sort of way. It seemed Kai had ruined you for all other men. You couldn’t help but compare them to him.

Winter had called you telling you how sorry she was. Winter was sorry she hadn’t thought Kai would murder someone just for dating you. She had only meant to piss him off; she didn’t want to be responsible for this man’s death.

***

You were at the Anderson’s again eating Chinese this time. It had almost become a every other day ritual. She would go hang out with Winter and argue with her brother.

“Women should be put back in their place,” he had started in before you cut him off glaring at him.

“Oh and what place would that be because I think it should be in a place of power. You know like the office of the presidency,” you snarled.

“Oh my god would you guys just fuck already and get it over with?” Winter who was fed up rolled her eyes walking up the stairs leaving you alone with Kai. Your eyes flashed to Kai’s and you could clearly read the hunger in them.

“She’s got a point,” he said lowly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. You didn’t even realize you had unconsciously been walking toward him until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you into him making you squeak.

“Fuck” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“A pretty girl like you should use such whorish language, I might have to wash that dirty slut mouth out with soap,” he groaned pushing his need against your pelvis.

“Oh god,” you whined grasping at his strong shoulders for stability.

“Say my name whore,” he snapped, his hand reaching under your comfortable sweat shirt and undoing your bra.

“Kai,” you breathed before pressing your lips into his own. He quickly took control of the kiss fighting your tongue and biting down sharply when he won.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this to you since you started teasing me with your slutty little yoga moves” he ground himself into you.

You couldn’t find the right words so you just moaned as he started stripping both of you of your clothes. When he slipped your yoga pants from you body and saw that you were wearing any underwear underneath he got a maniacal look in his eyes.

“Fuck you are a little whore,” he slipped his fingers into the folds of your sopping cunt.

“You like that slut?” He punctuated each word with the curl of his fingers against that sweet spot. When you didn’t answer he proceeded to add two more fingers and you could feel the burning stretch.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded fucking your pussy with his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I love it,” you managed to choke out, “please Kai I need you”

“Fuck,” he his pulling his finishers from you wet pussy lips and shoved them into your mouth to suck on them, slowly thrusting them into your pretty little mouth.

“That’s what a woman’s mouth should be used for, not mouthing off,” he chuckled darkly.

You gasped as you felt the blunt head of his cock against your pussy. Without warning he slammed into you to the hilt sending your already sensitive body off the edge and into a wave of pleasure.

“That’s right cum on my cock bitch,” he gasped as he pounded into you hard and fast. You could feel the build of another orgasm cresting. Your walls began to flutter around him causing him to lose some control as his thrusting became erratic. The two of you sailed off the precipice together.

With more care then you would have expected he pulled out of you kissing your forehead. He grabbed his soft t-shirt using it to wipe you as you lay cuddled to his chest. Your mind was whirling at the fact that you had just let Kai fucking Anderson fuck the shit out of you while he called you every name in the book. It would be easier to find someone that held the same viewpoints as you. They just never seemed to strike your heart strings the way Kai did. You could be wearing a white shirt and prove to him it was white and he would still say it was black. You were yin and yang, and you knew now you wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Y/n, I love you” he said and if you hadn’t been listening you wouldn’t have heard it. Your eyes widened, Kai didn’t love anyone, not even Winter. He also wasn’t a liar and if he said that he loved you , it was true no matter how unhealthy their relationship was.

“I love you too. It had slipped out before you could think about the consequences of this. What the two of you had was pure and primal.

“You do know that I will never stop arguing with you though?” You added. You still believed wholeheartedly that women deserved the same advantages as men.

“I’d be disappointed if you did” he confessed and you leaned up to kiss him melting once again into his touch.

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