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arysbruv · 1 year

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Promise

Summary: It's Erik's turn to take care of young Peter, but he's out on a business trip. Again. Warnings and whatnots: Kid!Peter. Dadneto. Not following original story. Eric is practically a diplomat. Charles and Raven being Peter’s unofficial guardians .

Charles stands uncomfortably in front of his best friend's ex's house. He already rung the doorbell, he could sense the disheveled woman nearing the door. He puts on an awkward smile as the door opens.

"Charles," She says, staring at the young man in front of her. "Erik's not here?" She asks, but before Charles could answer a small gust of wind came running up.

"Papa!" The voice says loudly, excitement and happiness practically bursting from the young silver haired boy. His demeanor immediately changed as he saw his father's best friend standing in front of the doorway. "Where's papa?"

Charles kneels down, facing the young boy who was hiding behind his mother's leg. "You're father is on a business trip right now... He'll be back in two days, so in that time your father asks your Aunt Raven and Uncle Charles to take care of you!" Charles says, smiling softly at the young boy. The boy mumbles an okay before letting go of his mother's pant leg and taking the hand of his father's best friend.

Erik hated his job. No, he despised it.

Ever since he got this bloody job, he had missed most if not all his time with Peter. This time it was no different. He was supposed to be in America, with Peter. Taking care of his only child and son. His only family. Yet here he was, in France in a dull meeting with some businessman.

The meeting was adjourned and he quickly gathered up his things and left the room. Not caring to speak nor network with the other people in the room. His grip on his briefcase tightens as he sees his boss' assistant leaning against the doorway. He approaches the woman, his face showing no emotion. She smiles at him.

"You will be very happy to hear what I have to say."

Peter laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The door to his room opens and he sits up. A blonde woman stands in his doorway, a sympathetic smile etched on her face.

"Do you want to eat something, kid?"

Peter didn't respond, just shaking his head. Raven walks towards Peter, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "It'll be fine. In two days he'll be back."

"He's never here when I come here..." Peter mumbles. His eyes staring into Raven's. Her heart practically broke in half as she saw the broken look on the young boy's face. "Come here," She mutters to him, wrapping her arms around him. Peter sobs.

Raven knew that Erik wanted to see Peter but his work wouldn't allow it. She wished for once, that Erik could just come and comfort Peter.

Erik walks off the plane, a small smile on his face. Internally, he was bursting with happiness. His boss had let him go early. He could see Peter today. He could see his son today!

He walks over to his best friend who was standing near his car. He had called him the night before telling him about the news. He had planned out a whole day with Peter with Charles the night before. He hugged his best friend, smiling softly.

"Everything is running smoothly," Charles says, pulling back. Erik smiles. "Let's go. We should not be late."

Peter sits quietly in the passenger seat of Raven's car. "Where are we going, Auntie Raven?" He asks. Raven smiles, putting a finger to her lips.

"It's a secret." She smiles.

She pulls her car into the parking lot of a local diner. She leads a confused Peter into it, smiling to everyone in the diner.

"Hey speedy!" A familiar voice calls out to Peter, he looks up immediately catching the eye of his father. Peters mouth hung open before he ran up to the man. Erik sits shocked at the booth he was sitting at. He looks at Charles incredulously, before wrapping his arms about the young boy. He lifts up the young boy, seating him next to him.

Peter's lips quiver as he stares at Erik. He thought that Erik was going to not come home. He thought he wouldn't see him again.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" Erik asks, wiping the tears off his son's face.

"I thought you would never come... I thought you left me..." Peter mumbles into Erik's shirt. Erik stares down at Peter, his lips pursed as he looks at Charles. His eyes were tearing up.

Peter thought he would've left him. Peter thought he had abandoned him.

"I would never do that son. I would never leave you," Erik says, kissing the young boy's forehead.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#dadneto and quickson #dadneto #dadneto angst #erik lehnsherr angst #erik lehnsherr #magneto #magneto angst #peter maximoff #peter maximoff angst #quicksilver #quicksilver angst #quickson #quickson angst #speedyson #xmen #xmen fanfiction

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fouralignments · 1 year

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I had two dreams last night one of the plot of Alien but UNDERWATER and with humanoid aliens as you do.

The second was was Synth Dadneto and his SythSon. Shaw's a massive dick but that's pretty much a given. Erik is Synthetic and is really human much like David 8; Shaw knows that Erik hates being his servant and being seen as expendable, but is content knowing that Erik won't do anything due to the three laws. Just to fuck with Erik he makes made from some of Erik's own programing and even material and makes Peter. Shaw even more sadistic, Peter bleeds red, he's still a snyth. Abuses the shit of Peter in front of Erik. Peter's programing is a bit more strict and focuses on child should be seen not heard and being an obedient son.

At first, Erik doesn't care, he doesn't want to give Shaw the pleasure. But over time, Erik treats Peter's wounds with whatever they treat syths with and comforts him.

Fast forward, Charles is on a spaceship for his scientic research and Shaw wants to see him to discuss who's really in charge. Charles goes what the fuck doing abusing a teenager. Shaw just casually plunges a knife into Peter's back to show his circuitry, which causes Erik to break a glass while mixing drinks.

Erik goes like 'welcome to the hell that is Shaw.'

Erik finds Charles treating Peter's wounds; Charles and Erik start forming a relationship.

Erik gets his revenge and kills Shaw.

#Dadneto and quickson #Dadneto angst #Quickson angst

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xmcu-fietro · 1 year

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I need some good angsty Peter Maximoff fic recs (especially if they’ve got a similar vibe as Immediate Family by Glass_Shoe or the Peter & His Family v The Future series by schweinsty)

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #dadneto #erik lehnsherr #magneto #dadneto and quickson #quickson #angst #fic recs #ao3 #evan peters

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superherotiger · 2 years

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Just close your eyes (the sun is going down) - Dadneto fic

Hey, hey everyone! It's 4am and for some reason I decided it was a smart idea to spend 5 hours writing 2k of this whumpy, painful dadneto fic idea I had out of the blue, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it lol. And no, I'm not sorry for what I'm about to inflict on you all ;) Have a great day! -Superherotiger

(Title from the lyrics of "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift)

For @sunsetuniverse

AO3 LINK

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Warnings: Government experimentation, kidnapping, implied/referenced torture, permanent injury

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Time became meaningless in the dark.

Impossible to keep track of. Impossible to take hold of. The shadows consumed every waking moment- infected every thought until there was nothing left but a void of stolen time.

Peter didn’t know how long he had been imprisoned for.

It could have been months or years for all he knew. Everything blurred together after a while…

Sometimes, if he tried hard enough, he could remember those first few days -or was it weeks?- at the facility. Everything had been so bright then; sterile hallways bathed in white lights, and doctors in masked faces wielding sharp, shimmering tools. They would shove him to the ground when he started to struggle and activate the collar sitting heavily around his neck when he tried to escape. And when the electricity finally fled his body along with the last wisps of strength, they would drag him onto the examination table and start their work with no care for his tortured screams.

After a few rounds on that dreaded table Peter began to stop counting the days since he’d last seen his family. Stopped waiting for the moment his team burst through the cell doors and set him free from this hell hole, because it never came, and maybe it never would. Hope was too painful to hold when every passing second was spent clinging to his life, desperate to survive. He wanted to see his mom and his sisters, and his team and his friends and his father-

But he couldn’t hope. No- it hurt far too much to do that, and Peter couldn’t take anymore suffering.

So instead of waiting for a rescue that would never appear, he had mustered his courage -or maybe his stupidity- on the sixth week and tried to escape once more from the confines of the laboratory. The memories were fuzzy now, but amidst the chaos he somehow managed to claw his way out to one of the main corridors, only to freeze at the sight of trees and snow and beautiful blue skies peering back at him through a window.

It was the furthest Peter had ever gotten before.

It was also the last glimpse of the outside world that Peter got before they shocked him within an inch of his life and threw his near-dead corpse into solitary confinement.

The boy stirred awake to darkness, and in darkness they left him. No one came to drag him to the table again which was a small relief, but in their absence Peter was left to sit in his cold, barren cell with no company other than his own thoughts and the shadows as deep as the sea.

Maybe it was punishment for the shred of sunlight he dared to steal.

Maybe they were testing to see how long it took for him to go insane.

Because once the darkness had dug its claws into time, it chased after Peter’s tired mind and permeated every thought and feeling with its emptiness. Numbed the agony into nothingness and tore away the sorrow to fill it with despondence instead.

Soon, the abyss was all that was left to see- both inside and out.

Which was why, when the walls shook faintly and sirens began to blare in the distance, Peter didn’t notice- or maybe he just didn’t care. Thoughts of rescue or escape had long since fled his mind, and surrounded by an endless sea of shadows, Peter couldn’t find the energy to move from his bed on the cold steel floor.

Even when the symphony of hasty footfalls stopped right outside his cell, Peter didn’t turn from the wall he was facing.

And when the creak and hiss of the door opening echoed throughout the chamber, Peter didn’t open his eyes.

“Pietro?”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Peter felt his heart beat painfully against his ribcage again.

It couldn’t be…

No, it can’t. It’s a trick- another test. Just ignore it.

Go back to sleep…

Suddenly a hand -solid and strong and oh so warm- gripped onto his shoulder, causing the boy to stiffen in a flood of unaltered panic before that familiar voice soothed once more, “Oh Pietro.”

A dangerous ember of hope sparked to life in Peter’s chest, but cracking his eye open, he was unsurprised to find the darkness still stretching in every direction. What was surprising however was the firm grip that remained on his arm even through the shadows, and the sound of another person’s breathing and the scuff of their boots against the floor as they helped lift Peter up into a sitting position.

“It’s alright mein kind, I’ve got you,” rumbled the voice as another steady hand pressed against his cheek.

Peter leant into the touch almost instinctively, and like morning sunlight thawing out the frost, the boy was overcome with a wave of pure, shaky hope.

“Dad?”

The touch on his shoulder disappeared only to immediately join its companion against Peter’s face, cradling the curve of his jaw like he was something utterly precious, even if they couldn’t see each other. “My son,” Erik answered with pride and relief and so much damn love that Peter could do nothing but crumble into his father’s strong embrace. No amount of beatings or torture could ever overshadow the explosion of happiness Peter felt as Erik returned the hug with just as much -if not more- fervour, curling his fingers into Peter’s tattered shirt like he was afraid he might lose him at any second.

“I’m sorry we took so long,” Erik rushed to apologise when he noticed Peter’s shoulders hitching beneath his hands. “We searched everywhere, followed every lead and called in any favour we could- I swear to you I never gave up, Pietro.”

Burying his face further into the crook of his father’s neck, Peter breathed out a hysterical laugh and stammered “I-I know you wouldn’t- of course you didn’t... I just, uh- didn’t know if I could- or, or how to…”

“Shh,” Erik soothed when the words began to choke in Peter’s throat. “It’s alright son, don’t push yourself too far.”

“Okay… okay…” Peter said, his voice trailing into silence as he soaked in his father’s calming presence like a plant desperate for the rain.

From the steady beat of Erik’s heart beneath his ear to the faint scent of forest pine and rusted metal clinging to the man’s jacket, the only thing Peter could feel after an eternity of emptiness was complete safety. Not something a person usually said in the arms of a former terrorist, but for Peter, there was no where safer than his father’s powerful reach, or more comforting than his whispered assurances.

“Are you hurt?” Erik asked once Peter’s breathing had finally settled.

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine,” Peter lied shamelessly as he pulled back out of the embrace. God how he wished he could see his father’s no doubt sceptical frown right about now. “Nothing that can’t heal, anyway.”

“Good,” Erik said before lifting a hand off his son’s shoulder and causing the dreaded mutant collar to fall off with a satisfying snap of metal.

Senses that had long since been dormant rushed back to the speedster all at once, and he let out a grateful sigh as a part of his very being was restored back to him. “Thanks,” was all he could manage to say, though he hoped Erik understood the weight that hung in his voice.

“Hank will check you over once we reach the jet,” Erik assured as he moved to help Peter up to his feet. “And I know it’s difficult for you son, but no superspeed until he deems it safe for you to do so, understand?”

“Always out to ruin my fun, aren’t you?” Peter teased weakly, before pausing at the shadows that continued to smother his vision. “Not that I’d be able to run anywhere with this lighting anyway. Seriously, how did you even find your way in here with the power off?”

“The power?” Erik asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Well I assumed that’s how you broke in, and also why it’s still so God damn dark in here,” Peter scoffed. “If you developed night vision or something while I was gone, I’m gonna demand an upgrade on my genetics old man.”

He expected a chuckle for that one, or maybe even some playful banter in return. What he didn’t expect was for Erik’s grip to tighten on his shoulders and suddenly swing him around -presumably to face the man- as he said with a deathly stern tone, “Pietro, what do you see?”

“See?” Peter repeated, stunned and a little thrown off by the turn of conversation. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what do you see- right now. With your eyes.”

“I don’t know, nothing?” Peter answered with a shrug. “It’s too dark to see anything, really.”

The fingers digging fiercely into his arms would surely leave a bruise, but what concerned Peter more was the hitch in his father’s breath that then echoed into a deafening silence. Nothing good followed a silence like that, and with the shadows already shielding his father from view, the last thing Peter wanted was to lose his voice of comfort and security as well.

“…Dad?” Peter asked cautiously.

Snapping him out of whatever trance he had been lost to, Erik quickly released his death grip on Peter’s shoulders and drew in a shaky breath. A bolt of panic struck Peter’s chest at the loss of contact, searching desperately in a sea of darkness for where those comforting hands had fled to, only to flinch when he felt them settle over his jaw again with a tremble that hadn’t been present before.

“Pietro…” Erik’s voice wavered dangerously, causing Peter’s heart to clench. “I’m… oh God, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Without warning his father pulled him into another tight embrace, but instead of the security and confidence it had exuded before, now all Peter could feel was the shudder of his father’s shoulders and the rapid, stuttering beat of his heart beneath his own. Peter rushed through their conversation, desperate to find the source of the man’s panic. When that came up empty, he did it again, and again, and again until his mind was running as fast as it had before he was taken to this pit of suffering and agony.

Before the collar, and the doctors, and the table he despised.

Before the failed escapes, and electric shocks, and solitary confinement.

Before the darkness…

Peter’s stomach dropped.

“The lights…” Peter spoke, his voice barely a whisper against his father’s shoulder. “…They aren’t off, are they…?”

Gentle but trembling fingers weaved themselves into the strands of Peter’s hair, as if offering one final comfort.

“No, sohn,” Erik answered, guilt etched into every syllable. “They aren’t.”

If there was one thing the great and powerful Magneto was not, it was a liar.

So against every atom in his body screaming that it wasn’t possible, that there had to be another explanation, deep down Peter knew the truth.

The darkness had seeped in too far. It had tainted his vision, scarred his eyes. It had clung to Peter so fiercely that he would never be rid it again, and all those things he had fought so hard to stay alive for -his mother’s soothing smile, and the X-Men’s beaming grins, and his father’s calming eyes- were nothing but a memory now.

A faded photograph he could hold onto, but never see again…

Overcome with a new wave of grief, Peter leant further into his father’s desperate embrace and buried his tears into the collar of his worn jacket, all the while Erik pressed gentle reassurances across his son’s hairline.

“We will fix this, I promise,” Erik spoke, confidence woven through every word. “But no matter what happens, I love you, alright? Ich liebe dich so sehr…”

Allowing the words to soothe his turbulent mind, Peter closed his eyes and told himself that just this once, the darkness was his choice.

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@joyful-soul-collector @lost-lunar-wolf @lbigreyhound13 @aixabi @zanderljones @milstrim @anarinette @sfabsha @appleschloss @sdottkrames @katthebookiestnerd

#dadneto #quickson #peter maximoff #erik lehnsherr #whump #magneto #speedyson #my writing #angst

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the-arkhamwolf · 2 years

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I need something to read does any one know some anyone any fanfics where that are kinda like one of the following

-one where Two quicksilvers are brothers

-a Reverse batfam where only the batfam is reverse

- Jason being a good big brother to Tim

-Barfam Angst

-Dadneto

-Erik just randomly adopting mutants and Peter/Pietro being jealous

-Quick silver Angst

- or any cool Au concept

#batfam #reverse robins #batman #reverse batfam #tim drake #jason todd #marvel #peter maximoff #quicksilver #dadneto #erik lehsherr #pietro maximoff #Fanfic

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mx-zemo · 1 year

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I know who you pretend I am

Language: English - Words: 53,894 - Chapters: 15/15

Fandoms:

X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Marvel

Rating:

Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships:

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr/Magda (X-Men)

Characters:

Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Magda (X-Men), Anya Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Raven | Mystique, Logan (X-Men)

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Slow Burn, ish, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, or however you would classify the mess that is cherik, Erik Has Feelings, Protective Erik, Erik Lehnsherr Being an Idiot, Idiots in Love, Charles Xavier Needs a Hug, Angsty Charles Xavier, Charles Xavier is a Sweetheart, Jealous Erik Lehnsherr, Jealous Charles Xavier, X-Men: First Class (2011), Canon Divergence - Post X-Men: First Class (2011), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Raven | Mystique is So Done, Not Cheating, Happy Ending, One Big Happy Family, Eventual Patchwork Family?, Eventual Fluff, Light Angst, Introspection, dadneto, Erik's family doesn't die for once, Awkward Tension, Post-Beach Divorce (X-Men), Not Actually Unrequited Love

Summary:

The moment seemed to stretch out endlessly until Erik’s brain seemed to catch up with him again.

“...Charles?” He breathed, his voice betraying an emotion he couldn’t quite place.

Charles took a deep breath, steadying himself. He could do this. He could do this. He could-

“Hello, Erik.”

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmen

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fuesch · 2 years

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Don't know if I mentioned the first of my Peter-related MoM nightmare scenarios anywhere yet. It was Erik fighting Wanda, maybe because he knew she was the one who had abducted Peter, maybe just because she storms the place. The reason doesn't really matter, what does matter is that neither of the two know who they are to each other. Peter knows though and steps between them, so they won't kill each other. But while trying to argue with them, Peter would get distracted and fail to notice some metal Erik tried to send flying past him, step right into its path and be accidentally killed by his own dadneto.

Sorry about the angst. Will make it up with a ridiculous photoshop tomorrow.

#peter maximoff #erik lehnsherr #wanda maximoff #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #mcu

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manyfictionsmusings · 2 years

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Pull Me Like A Ripcord

Chapter 2: Connections

They entered the house in silence, with Erik in the lead. The door was the only sign so far of the speedster, it had been knocked off its hinges and lay broken in half in the living room. The whole house reeked of beer, there were obvious signs this place was the local teens’ party house, between the smell, empty beer bottles, raggy couches and chalk graffiti scribbled all over the floor and walls.

Once they were inside Charles broke the silence. “Peter, it’s us… Charles, Erik and Moira.”

No response. Somewhere they heard a bat squeak.

“We’re here to help.”

The silence was oddly deafening, and Erik frowned. “Look kid you can’t hide from a mind like the professor’s, trust me. Just come on out before you get hepatitis from hanging out in here.”

Charles sighed and gave him a pointed look. “It’s okay Peter, I know what happened. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Erik is going to come help you down.”

Erik raised an eyebrow, feeling a flush of irritation. Sure, he was game for repaying a favor, but must he also be degraded in the process? The great Magneto, capable of destroying the world, now teen angst councilor?

“It’s as I feared, he reverted to his natural speed and destroyed that store. He’s very scared and in a great deal of pain, he needs help down, he can’t walk,” Charles rattled off what he must be getting from the kid, though he sounded more like a tape recorder, listing baking ingredients. “Third room off the hall. Up there.”

Erik contemplated if it was a compliment Charles needed him to do the heavy lifting as he made his way upstairs, but when he slowly pushed open the squeaky door of the third room off the hall, he realized there wouldn’t be any heavy lifting involved. He’d remembered Peter as a scrawny, pale, silver-haired boy from the pentagon with a smile not unlike a chipmunk, but here and now, he looked ridiculously trivial. The boy was in the furthest corner, knees pulled up to his chest, part of his form was hidden by a dust ridden curtain that no longer bore any original color due to sun fade. He blended in so well in fact, he’d almost missed him as he glanced around the room.

Erik’s resentment melted away as foreign emotional strings tugged on his heart. His very footsteps toward Peter faltered, softening. He held out his hand as he seen panic flare up in the dark brown eyes. “As Charles said. I’m here to help.” Why, he didn’t know exactly. “If you take off again, you’ll bring this whole place down on us. I don’t think you’d want that, do you?”

Tears were building up in Peter’s eyes, as he fervently shook his head, simultaneously pushing himself further into the wall, as if he could escape backward. Magneto hesitated; the boy’s response was something he himself was quite accustomed to seeing in others—fear. And Magneto had killed people for far less, weakness had always infuriated him. How could anyone not fight for what they believed in? For their rights? For their country? At the least, for themselves? Cowardliness was a death sentence in his opinion. The hunger growled from a chasm in his stomach, begging to be free, suddenly he was aware of everything metal in the room, of how easy it would be. He could feel the old copper wiring behind Peter in the wall, all it would take was the briefest thought and he could strangle him. Put him out of this pathetic misery. He wouldn’t feel pain anymore. Really, he would be doing him a kindness.

But Erik reigned in his dark thoughts, Peter’s face was a reminder of Egypt, of all the bad things Erik had allowed himself to do after the misery of his wife and daughter. Peter was just a kid, as the professor had reminded him earlier. He was one small right that Erik could make, he doubted it would ease his own chasm of pain, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

He stopped, crouching down. “I’m not going to hurt you; I’ve come to take you back to the school.”

As tears slipped down his ashen cheeks, Peter opened his mouth to say something several times, but no words came out. Erik was not talented at filling in people’s thoughts for them, that was Charles’ forté. He was a man of action. Instead, with all the care he could bring to bear, he reached forward, taking Peter’s hand, he slid up his arm to grasp his bicep—he was preparing to help him stand when the kid’s bony fingers gripped into his arm suddenly.

“I can’t—my leg—I can’t move. If I do, it’s gonna happen again.”

“What?”

“My speed.” Quicksilver was shaking his head violently and pushing away from Erik with his extended arm again. “I can’t. Can’t. Can’t.”

“Careful, Erik.” Charles’ warning issued up the stairs. At least he was staying out of his head.

“I’ll carry you; you won’t even have to stand up. Sound good?”

Peter gave him an ambivalent glance up and down; his eyes were full of questions he was refusing to voice, Erik felt sure he could guess a few. “I-I guess so.”

“Is your speed natural, or is it something you simply turn on?” Erik asked, trying to keep his mind on a different subject other than his fear, as he relocated himself to Peter’s side.

The confusion tactic seemed to work, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he blinked a few times. “I am naturally a speedster, walking—like everyone else—that requires much more effort.”

Erik crouched back down. “That’s what I thought. The way I see it is you did everyone a favor.”

“I took out half the neighborhood!” Quicksilver clamped his eyes closed, dealing with a wave of pain, his body trembled but possibly not from pain or cold, Erik noted the millions of tiny vibrations along his outline; if he’d been standing, he would’ve already been gone and the house would be collapsing on their heads. Erik could react fast enough to redirect the debris from himself but Moira and Charles as well? He wasn’t sure.

Erik, be gentle.

So much for the Professor staying out of his head. I’ve got him, back off.

“I’m not trying to upset you. Hey, hey look at me,” Erik’s order came out more forcefully than he’d intended, but he was used to being firm, commanding. And the kid’s reaction, his immediate obedience, was of a child-like nature, his eyes searching Erik’s face for stability, for answers. It was the look of respect his little Nina had given him, when he’d guided her with her gift, or reprimanded her for letting mice in the house. The rush of pain and anger threatened to overwhelm him again.

“I never liked going to Millie’s Produce.”

Peter settled ever so slightly, his voice was small and unsteady. “Really?”

Erik seized the opportunity to effortlessly lift him away from his huddled corner and secure him inside his strong arms, scooping him up and standing in one swift motion, he gripped the kid’s slight arm and thigh to make sure he couldn’t escape. Which provoked a sharp cry of pain as Erik’s burly hand grasped Peter’s twice-injured leg, his fingers came in contact with blood seeping through his pants.

“Yeah, that store had the highest prices in town, maybe they’ll go under new management.”

“And the cars along the way?”

“Well, now they all have a very intriguing story to tell. You know, something to spice up their dull, little lives.”

His response netted him a subtle snort, almost a laugh. Erik felt oddly satisfied of his work as a distraction to the kid’s self-caused situation. Again, he wasn’t really sure why. But he couldn’t deny as he caried him cautiously down the stairs and joined the others, that he felt more accomplished than he had for the last few weeks toiling away on the mansion.

He took care placing the frail boy in the car, physically adjusting Peter’s legs, especially the one he couldn’t use. Again, not sure why. He told himself, if you were going to do something, do it right. His mother use to say something similar when he was just a boy, it seemed fitting here. He fastened the seatbelt across the kid's slight waist, adjusting it so it wasn’t too tight, but making sure it would hold him if he couldn’t control his speedster ways.

He closed the door, concealing his own barely there smirk at Peter’s reaction to his care, he was already lulled backwards, his messy silver head resting on the plush coverings of the seat.

Erik tossed Moira the keys, ignoring the look Charles was passing him, as he opened the rear-passenger door. “You wanted my help; I’ll look after him till we get back to the school. Then I’m done.”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 2 years

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father son bonding time

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digested-human · 3 years

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Was in the mood for a quick angsty doodle- if Peter took the blow to the neck in Apocalypse and somehow survived he would have become terrified of Erik (his mom was right).

#peter maximoff #dadneto #my art #doodle #tw: blood #just my regular need for angst #angst

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jane-todd-maximoff · 3 years

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Ok but send me sad or angst dadneto hedcanon plz I need them to feel alive pls ask are open

#erik lehnsherr headcanon #mr dibbles #peter maximoff fluff #rogue x gambit #gamquick #nina gurszky #nightsilver #dadneto #xmen icons #sadneto #xmen #peter maximoff angst

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arysbruv · 1 year

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I didn’t mean it

Warnings and whatnots: ANGST. I love hate myself some Dadneto angst. I might do a part 2 but depends on the responses I get from this one.

People don’t expect that the Magneto was related to Peter Maximoff. They weren’t alike. Peter was a rambunctious kid who ran on impulse, while Magneto was a methodical man who thought through his actions. Even Peter himself was surprised at the revelation. He wasn’t sure that his father would quite believe him. Who would?

“Peter!”

Peter jolts up, looking up to see Erik staring daggers into him.

After everything, Erik decided to take up on his old friend’s offer. He stayed at the mansion, becoming the resident physic teacher. Much to Peter’s dismay. Peter wanted nothing more but to be as far as possible from him. Yet, for a man who can practically run anywhere, he never seemed to be able to run away from Erik. It started messing up his sleep schedule. He couldn’t sleep thinking about Erik and all the possible reactions to Peter telling him about their relationship. Would he be pissed? Overjoyed? Disgusted? He wouldn’t be surprised if Erik didn’t want to accept it. Erik didn’t seem to take any interest in him anyway. Peter was a handful and he was sure Erik didn’t want someone like him as a son. Still, he didn’t want to cause Erik to leave. Erik was loved by many in the mansion. It would be unfair for Peter to just shoo him away.

“Yes sir?” Peter asks uncertainly. He looks around, realising people were snickering at him. It was the third time this week he had fallen asleep in Erik’s class. Erik raises his eyebrow expectantly. Peter wanted nothing more but to run away.

The bell rings.

Peter sighs in relief as Erik announces that class was dismissed and that they were free to go. He quickly packs his things up.

“Not you Peter. I would like to have a word with you.”

Peter stands frozen, staring at his chemistry textbook. He didn’t dare raise his head, even when the last person left the class; leaving Erik and Peter alone in the room. Peter glances at the door. He could run out in time.

“If you’re thinking of running off, I’ve bolted the door shut.”

Peter stares in disbelief at Erik Lehnsherr. Erik’s face was unreadable.

“I’m… I’m sorry sir but I… I have to get to the lab,” Peter says.

“Sit down Peter. I’ll tell Professor McCoy you’ll be a bit late.”

Peter obeys hesitantly. Erik pulls a chair and sits in front of the silver-haired boy.

“Is everything alright Peter?” He asks. His voice surprisingly soft. Peter gulps.

“I’m fine,” Peter answers, faking a smile.

“Don’t lie to me Mr. Maximoff.”

“I’m not-“

“Peter I’ve seen your grades for physics from before my time here. They were amazing. Yet when I’m here, your grades have dropped. You’ve fallen asleep in my class thrice already, and that’s only this week.”

Peter gulps. How the hell was he going to say that he couldn’t focus due to the fact he was too busy worrying about what Erik would think of him? He glances at the window. He could jump from it, it wouldn’t be the first time. If he ran from the door and jumped, with his superspeed, he would be fine.

“Ever since i’ve gotten here, you have been avoiding me. You rarely talk to me after class and don’t think I don’t notice you immediately changing your route when you see me.”

“I-”

“You see me as a murderer don’t you?”

“No! No, of course not!” Peter shouts, surprising both himself and Erik.

“Don’t lie to me!” Erik answers back. “Why else would you avoid me like the plague!”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t just assume what I think!”

Peter didn’t know where this anger came from. It was some deep and hidden fury that laid siege in his heart. It was like a dragon that had slumbered peacefully in him but had been awoken abruptly.

“I saved your life back there in the Pentagon! Did you forget that!”

“Oh come on we all know Charles and the others were the one who managed to convince you!”

“CAN YOU STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!” The voice rings around the empty classroom. Peter clenches his fist, staring defiantly at Erik. Erik’s eyes widen, not expecting the sudden outrage coming from the young boy.

“Peter I-“

“NO- WHY DO YOU KEEP ASSUMING HOW I FEEL? I KEEP AVOIDING YOU? YOU NEVER TRY AND TALK TO ME. I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP SO MANY TIMES IN YOUR CLASS AND YET THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE ASKED ME WHY!”

“I… Peter what-“

“AND THATS ONLY BECAUSE OF CHARLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU CALL ME. A RAMBUNCTIOUS KID WHO RUNS ON IMPULSE!”

Erik’s eyes widen. How had he heard that? He remembered that conversation. He was talking to Charles in the garden. He didn’t know how but the topic of Peter Maximoff started. He didn’t know that Peter had heard that. He didn’t even mean it in a bad way. He liked the fact Peter was like that. It reminded him of his younger self. Was that why he felt a random gush of wind pass through the both of them after he had said that?

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY MY MOM DECIDED TO FALL FOR YOU! YOU’RE A TOTAL JERK!”

Peter didn’t realise the hot tears that had started to escape his eyes. He quickly gathers up his belongings. He slings his bag over his shoulder before walking his way to the door, tears rolling down his face. Erik was left speechless, opening the bolted door for Peter wordlessly.

Peter’s mom had fallen for him? Is that why he hadn’t been focusing in class? But how? He had never met the woman before? Hadn’t he?

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