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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), Rise of the Guardians (2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Jack Frost & Pitch Black Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling, Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Sanderson Mansnoozie, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Kozmotis Pitchiner, Nicholas St. North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood) Additional Tags: Parental Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Guardian of Childhood Pitch Black, Parent Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Protective Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Nightmare King Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream Sandy, Teen Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Family Feels, Mistaken Identity, Hijinks & Shenanigans Summary:

Morpheus has rebuilt his kingdom and gotten his power back, but still his Arcana of Childhood - Kozmotis Pitchiner and Sanderson Mansnoozie - remain missing.

Dream tracks the two to a town named Burgess (and oh, the Fates must be laughing at him) and startles the Guardians of Childhood.

From the Dream's unnaturally pale skin and dark visage, there is a striking resemblance and feel of him to their foe - Pitch. Though, the mysterious figure is far more youthful — ageless and unmoored by the passage of time — compared to Pitch who often has a strain to his brow, a practically permanent feature on his forehead crease, and a scowl akin to a very upset parent to naughty children. Quite befitting the Nightmare King Pitch Black.

North in particular looked between the still shell-shocked Pitch and the new fellow in suspicion, and then as if a Christmas light burst bright red, “Pitch I didn’t know you had a son?!”

Oh dear! Pitch, more than anything wished he could fade away into nonexistence. He just hoped Lord Morpheus was feeling merciful today.

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Who Wants To Live Forever

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Summary:

Pietro is forty, yet he doesn't look a day above twenty.

Still, like always, Pietro decides to run. His Walkman already playing to his own version of time.

"Who wants to live forever? Ooh."

Pietro sighs, fate really has a habit of playing with him, doesn’t it? He stopped his Walkman from playing, slipping the headphones around his belt loop.

There he stood on the sandy beaches of Genosha.

Even without thinking he found himself where he wanted to be. Where Magento reigns - where his dad will be.

Immortality

Time spun a tale draped in lovely lines. An old tree aged in bark every year. The wrinkles of a smile or worry creased forever in a person's aging flesh — a story for how they lived. Of scars, some long gone and faded and other's still present like tattoos upon the skin.

Yet, here a man stood, even with a shock of silver hair, at 40 years old without wrinkles or scars.

In fact, he barely looked a day over twenty.

That was just a fact of life for Pietro Maximoff, but that doesn’t mean that he always knew about it though.

It makes a sick kind of sense when Pietro thinks about it, with his mutation literally dragging him outside of the present flow of time and his body moving (regenerating) faster than anyone else alive. If he wasn’t stuck unageing — his cells literally immortalized — then he would have died long ago. His body unable to keep up at the speed in which he lived, and he would have rapidly aged and died as soon as his X-gene activated.

Still, for all Pietro was thought of stupid and impulsive, his brain actually just moved incredibly fast — his thoughts moving at such a rapid speed that no telepath could enter without facing a mental whiplash and nosebleed — and thus allowed for him to think things through completely whilst he answers just as fast.

Thus, Pietro really should have connected the dots sooner, but alas denial is as strong a motivator as anything.

He just kept telling himself that he had good genes. Just look at his dadneto, he’s like seventy and he looks like he’s in his forties.

But eventually, things just kept stacking up. The x-men once full of reckless teens, were now starting to grow smile lines around their eyes and mouth and even starting to grow greys. They looked older. And Pietro simply didn’t.

Anytime the team went out to some bar to celebrate — despite alcohol doing nothing because of Pietro’s metabolism — only Pietro continuously got carded.

Oh, and don’t even get him started on the amount of old ladies who scolded him for being out of school. He’s forty, he passed high school more than twenty years ago! Even if he's still the same clean-shaven man as ever (he's never even had to learn to shave his facial hair, because it has never even come in).

The thing that really nagged the most though was how his own team joked that he never matured past being a teenager. How he’s still the same reckless fool as ever.

And sometimes Pietro has to look in the mirror and he still sees the same teen that broke his dad out of the pentagon all for the thrill of kleptomaniac heart. Sure, he’s grown since then, but part of him still longs for the comfort of his mom for his dad to be proud of him and it’s more than just wanting a parent’s love, but needing them in a way so he doesn’t feel so small.

Hell, even his x-men team complain about the new technology coming out — like computers are hard to figure out. They really aren’t, and Pietro finds himself relating to the new teen students more than the people who are his age. And even the old x-men are all younger than him.

It should have been an easy adjustment for Pietro. He’s just out of time as he’s always been — the odd one out of the group, but all of it feels so overwhelming.

He sees Jean and Scott get married and even have a kid (even if it’s technically with a clone. That was a whole Thing)!

He sees Ororo have a fling with the King of Wakanda, and Rogue and Gambit try and fail to make things work.

He sees everyone around him going out and finding someone — even if it doesn’t last.

And Pietro when he thinks of relationships — of going out with people his age in their thirties or forties. They all just feel so old. And people who look his age just feel all kinds of wrong. Because even if Pietro looks twenty and sometimes (mostly) acts it, he isn’t. And no one can relate to feeling so young, but having lived so long, for Pietro to feel comfortable in a relationship (at least a long-term one).

Pietro was just lucky with all the hippy and acceptance movements going on that he was allowed to figure out he was asexual and panromantic (to find a community and not feel like as much of a freak). So at the very least while he wants to find a romantic relationship and someone to connect to he doesn’t have to think about the messy and complicated sex issue. (Though that’s another problem for him all together).

Right now, though, Pietro is just content to be alone. It’s fine (it’s really not).

What really drove Pietro into this existential crisis though was Logan. Yeah, that’s right — the immortal claw dude.

Logan had the gall to drag the two of them to some seedy ass abandoned car dump and laid it all on him.

“You’re not aging bub.” Logan simply stated, and he is anything if not direct.

Pietro just stopped, stilling completely and scoffed, denial humming through his veins, “Nah, I just got good genes.”

But Logan just kept going — giving him all the facts, and Hank (that traitor), even compiled some dumb medical file of his cells and powers that Logan handed to him.

“You’re going to see everyone around you die, and you’ll still be kicking,” Logan went on to say, not holding back any punches, “I know it’s hard to accept, but the sooner you do the easier this’ll be.”

And like the totally mature adult Pietro was, he punched Logan.

Pietro didn’t know how long they fought. Neither caring for the wounds they gave when they healed seconds after. The days of broken bones needing a week to heal are long gone for Pietro (his powers already having grown exponentially since Apocalypse).

Eventually though when dawn began to break — the sun hallowing the two’s sweating bodies — did Pietro just allow himself to collapse. His body and mind completely numb.

Pietro didn’t know how he got back to the school. Logan probably had to carry him back. He just wasn’t ready to accept it. He still isn’t but…

He wants, no needs, to talk to someone. Someone that was familiar.

And so, Pietro found himself running across the water — his steps only leaving mere ripples as time moved a snail’s pace around him.

Who wants to live forever? Ooh

His trusty Walkman, like his clothes and shoes, surrounded in his own bubble of time, belted out in his ears. Trust Queen to be so relatable and so good at the same time, man.

Who dares to love forever

And, just as the thought came to him, about what he needed to do, he found himself standing upon the sandy beaches of Genosha.

Oh, when love must die?

Pietro sighs, fate really has a habit of playing with him, doesn’t it? He stopped his Walkman from playing, slipping the headphones around his belt loop.

Pietro dusted the nonexistent sand off of his silver jacket – the memorabilia now full of patchworked holes, but still trusty and staying together. Pietro would rue the day he has to part with his trusty jacket, but like everything (cept for him) time moves on mercilessly.

Pietro raced into the thriving mutant city and stopped as the larger-than-life statues of his father and Professor X greeted him into the city.

Pietro breathed in and let time move around him and he walked into the city.

While he could just enter — he’d rather not have the upgraded security of Genosha (sadly absolutely necessary since the practical genocide and extinction of the nation) have everyone panicking of an unknown having invaded the nation.

And so, the speedster waits in the thankfully short line of people (whether immigrants or tourists) going into Genosha.

Finally, Pietro reaches the front of the line, and a purple-skinned person greets him with a smile. They look maybe mid to late twenties, but kind of have an androgynous fae look that honestly makes them look ageless in a way. Their long black hair is tied back, with strands of their dark silky hair curling around their handsome face, “Welcome to Genosha my fellow mutantkind. I’m Ira and will help you today.” They spoke with a full smile, their fangs poking out as they spoke.

They continued, their voice in sweet-customer service mood, but was rich and soothing to Pietro’s ears, “Do you have any documentation for your identity? If not, so worries, we can just have you fill out some paperwork. And after all the documentation is certified, we’ll scan your biometrics in order to verify your identity and you’ll be able to go through.”

The silver-haired mutant rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and smiled sheepishly at the person — Ira — startled by their eyes that seemed to swirl with galaxies — absolutely memorizing, and Pietro had to peel himself away, lest he lost himself in those eyes.

“Um, I forgot my visa, but I have been here enough before that my biometrics should be saved in the system.” Pietro offered to the pretty person, trying not to blush as they stood up (and wow they were tall) and led him into the framework for scanning his body and whatnot.

Ira winked as the scanner roamed down his body, and casually asked with a bit of a purr in their voice, “So, are you here for business or pleasure?”

Pietro choked, “Um…”

He really was not prepared to be flirted with today, and if Pietro wasn’t just drowning in his depression about being alone, he probably would have flirted back a little and at least went on a date.

Wow, way to be a bummer Pietro. It’s not like he’s dying (Cause that’s apparently the one thing he can’t do anymore!).

Then, Pietro was shaken out of his thoughts when a robotic voice said, “Welcome back Prince Pietro Maximoff.”

Pietro grimaced at the title. His dad is just so extra sometimes.

Ira gaped in shock and practically scrambled over themself to apologize, “I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you, my Prince! Oh, and I was so inappropriate!”

And there goes any chance of ever having a date in Genosha. Thanks dad!

Pietro, though, quickly interrupted Ira, “Hey, no worries. It’s not like I come here all that often anyways, and I don’t exactly like the media taking pictures of me. Not that they’re fast enough too.” Pietro winked at that.

Ira blushed, making their skin a pretty dark purple, “I-um-have a good day!”

“I mean follow me!” Ira said, holding a door open and blushing hard.

Pietro smiled despite himself, “Will do gorgeous.”

Then, they led Pietro out of the room, their eyes practically glowing with stars as they looked at him.

“Here,” Ira said, smiling shyly as they walked out back into the open air, “Welcome back to Genosha my Prince.”

Pietro sighed again at the title, “Thank you Ira.”

“You’re welcome!” They blurted back and squeaked as they headed back towards their post.

Pietro sighed but smiled as the vibrant city welcomed him back.

It was full of mutant’s smiling and unhidden — proud and free to live in their own skins.

Vendors left and right with spices and mouth-watering treats beckoned him over — his stomach already growling at him.

Alight, guess he should eat after running all this way huh?

After practically engorging himself on delicious street food, Pietro found himself racing off to the freaking palace. 

God, his dad is really something. Sure, he’s king, but c’mon.

Pietro thought of letting the guards stationed around the palace do their thing, but his dad likely already got the alert when he first came to the island that he’s here.

Guess, Pietro should really just get this over with, huh?

Pietro zoomed around the palace, taking his time (which for him was maybe a minute at the most) to find his dad.

There! Time slowed to a standstill as Pietro observed his father.

The man stood, staring out of his room’s balcony. His white hair gleaming like freshly fallen snow as the sunlight cascaded down upon him. He was dressed in simple, yet extravagant, maroon and gold robes. Still, to Pietro’s hopeful heart, his dad, while wrinkles lined his face, looked much younger than the seventy something odd years he was.

Maybe if Pietro is forced to live forever, he won’t be so alone. Sure, there's Logan, but this is his family. His dad.

The boy breathed in, and time resumed, and sound returned to its proper waves like a soothing call to his ears.

“Hey Dad.” Pietro called out, his voice just above a whisper.

Magnus whipped around alert before softening upon seeing his son, his blue eyes more akin to the sky than ice now, and the man gave a small smile, “Mein Sohn.”

Pietro set the silence settle in the air like honey — sweet and coy until it trapped flies in its embrace, souring the taste.

God, it really shouldn’t be this hard. C’mon Pietro, just speak, tell him what’s been on your mind. Except the words die in Pietro’s throat as he looks at those familiar blue eyes — Pietro’s eyes.

It’s like looking in a distorted mirror — a mirror that Pietro will never be. Aged with wrinkles and lined with muscles. Pietro will never wrinkle, and he simply will never be able to build up anything but lean muscle — not that Pietro wants to look like a body-builder’s wet dream (ugh, why did he just have to think that. That’s his dad. Gross thoughts!).

Pietro shook his head, and it seemed that Magnus got closer without his noticing. His dad’s hand hovering just above his shoulder, unsure if it’s okay to touch.

Pietro just nodded his head, tears lining his eyes, and he held his head down. God, he’s a mess.

Magnus’s eyes softened as he grasped Pietro’s shoulder gently, but firmly. “Pietro, what woes you?”

Pietro looked up to his father, and like a damn that broke, it all just came rushing out, “Dad,” he practically sobbed, “I’m not aging. I-I’m stuck forever at t-twenty! I’mgoingtolive andeveryoneisgoingtodie!” 

Tears streamed down Pietro’s face, sobs building and building until he was gasping for breath.

The boy found his face pressed against his father’s chest — the strong beating heart welcoming Pietro home like a calming symphony of drums. It was safe and warm.

Magnus gripped his son tightly — never thinking of letting go, and whispered words of comfort in his sohn’s ear, even if Pietro was too out of it to remember any of the words. Still, the deep rumble could be heard — steady and strong and familiar.

Pietro didn’t know how long they stood like that, but eventually all his tears dried up and he found himself slumping exhausted in his dad’s embrace.

Magnus released a steady breath, “Piet, my dear. I will always be here.”

Pietro scoffed, his face full of his dried tears, and leaned back, “You don’t get it.”

“No?” Magnus said, his voice firm and his hold on his sohn’s arm tightening (but never ever harming), “It isn’t only your powers that have grown, mein Schatz. Don’t you think there’s a reason I look much younger than all my years?”

Pietro blinked up at his dad, a kind of hesitant hope burning in his eyes like a match just set to burn, “Are you-?” He couldn’t finish the words (couldn’t bring himself to extinguish his hope).

Magnus, though, did it for him, “I will never leave you behind, not for age or illness, mein Sohn.” Then, the man smiled, a bit of mischief in his gaze, “Besides, who else would I ever trust to look after you and feed that black hole that you call a stomach?”

Pietro found himself laughing, a bit high and manic, but still it was freeing to all the cloying emotions that were weighing him down.

Pietro found himself teasing, his heart light for once, “Now, I just need everyone here to stop referring to me as Prince and everything will be perfect. I don’t need such an obnoxious title. Just no thanks, man.”

Magnus laughed back, “Ah, but I’m King, so that makes you my little Prince.”

Pietro made a face, and it must have been rather funny cause his dad burst out laughing.

“Oh, Sohn.” Magnus said fondly, “Come here.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and did and found himself caught in another hug.

Magnus ran his fingers gently through his hair, while Pietro fell into his dad’s embrace.

Magnus placed a kiss, featherlight and soft, on Pietro’s brow, and whispered — his words full of promise and love, “Ich werde dich für immer und ewig lieben, mein Kind.”

I’ll love you forever and always, my child.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Pietro Maximoff, Logan | Wolverine (X-Men), Magnus Lehnsherr (Exiles Comics) Additional Tags: dadneto, Parental Erik Lehnsherr, Pietro Maximoff Needs a Hug, Pietro Maximoff Feels, Pietro Maximoff-centric, POV Pietro Maximoff, BAMF Pietro Maximoff, Good Parent Erik Lehnsherr, Father-Son Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Asexual Pietro Maximoff, Protective Erik Lehnsherr, Immortality, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Comfort/Angst, Genosha (X-Men) Series: Part 3 of Jay's Dadneto 2025 Summary:

Pietro is forty, yet he doesn't look a day above twenty.

When Pietro really thinks about it, with his mutation literally dragging him outside of the present flow of time and his body moving (regenerating) faster than anyone else alive. If he wasn’t stuck unaging — his cells literally immortalized — then he would have died long ago. His body unable to keep up at the speed in which he lived, and he would have rapidly aged and died as soon as his X-gene activated.

Still, like always, Pietro decides to run. His Walkman already playing to his own version of time.

"Who wants to live forever? Ooh."

Pietro sighs, fate really has a habit of playing with him, doesn’t it? He stopped his Walkman from playing, slipping the headphones around his belt loop.

There he stood on the sandy beaches of Genosha.

Even without thinking he found himself where he wanted to be. Where Magento reigns - where his dad will be.

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Someone, Somewhere, Right Now

{ @house-of-dadneto }

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Summary:

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m full.” Peter exclaimed, a full grin upon his face, as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes in bliss. He would have broken someone out of the pentagon sooner if it meant eating like that again!

Of course, the teen, thus missed the concerned looks that all the adults gave each other at such a remark.

Somehow, this leads to Pietro spilling his guts, because no one will ever blame his wonderful mother. Magna Maximoff is a saint, and it's not her fault Pietro probably eats enough to feed a whole football team.

Unfortunately, Erik did not get the memo that he had a son, but he'll do his best to be there for him now. And giving his son a hug and a talk about how wonderful he is isn't a bad way to start.

Embrace

Peter wasn’t asking for a lot of thanks for literally saving everyone’s asses. I mean moving bullets and knocking out all those guards—anyone!

At least Claws, Logan, whatever, gave Peter a thank you. But really, what Peter really wants for his epicness is some food.

C’mon he’s fifteen and his superspeed burns up a lot of calories. A man’s gotta eat after all!

So, when he’s jammed in-between Claws and Magnets (Erik yeesh, hope this terrorist isn’t the guy mom was talking about) he practically begs high-as-kites Hippy Dude (Charles, and that sounds like a snobby British name if Peter’s ever heard one. Not that he can complain since his birth name is Pietro. Ugh, talk about a name that everyone makes fun of! Kids are not nice!) and Glasses (Hank, honestly he’s just a normal nerd) to pull over for some fast food because, once again he is starving!!!

Anyways, Peter eventually convinced (more like worn down) everyone to get him some food. And man, God bless McDonalds (whoever came up with those burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries knew what they were doing!).

Peter simply engorged himself on 6 burgers, 8 fires, and 40 chicken nuggets. Oh, and like 3 liters worth of sprite before he licked his lips and sat back with a sigh.

Ignoring the looks of disgust, awe, and disbelief that were thrown his way all throughout his feast.

Wow, for once he couldn’t eat a single more morsal. That’s never happened before!

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m full.” Peter exclaimed, a full grin upon his face, as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes in bliss. He would have broken someone out of the pentagon sooner if it meant eating like that again!

Of course, the teen, thus missed the concerned looks that all the adults gave each other at such a remark.

Hank decided to speak up, adjusting his glasses as he gave a quick glance to the backseat from the driver’s side, “Peter… you’ve never been full before?”

Peter blinked his eyes open, his stomach full and his thoughts calm for once as he practically sat in a food coma.

“I mean I’m sure I have when I was little,” Peter worded out slowly and unsure, “But I can hardly remember a time before I was fast.”

Charles spoke up, “You mean before your mutation activated. What age was that?”

Pietro signed, relaxing into his seat, “I don’t know like six, seven? A decade ago man.”

‘That’s so young,’ Charles thought alarmed.

Erik looked over to the young man concerned, “How old are you now?”

Charles sent Erik a sharp look, likely to retort about not recruiting teens for his Brotherhood.

“Almost sixteen!” Peter said happily, “As of March 12th I’ll be able to get my license. I’m super stoked!”

Erik returned a scathing glare to Charles and practically spit out, “You sent a fifteen year old to break a terrorist out of the pentagon!”

“Hey man!” Peter called out but was ignored as the two once-friends-and-lovers-turned-enemies argued.

“It wasn’t my idea!” Charles defended scandalized, “Ask Logan here!”

Logan simply pretended to sleep, snoring rather obnoxiously. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood to answer any questions.

“Don’t deflect your blame Charles!” Erik yelled, for some reason rather protective of the teen.

Logan seemed to snort a bit before going back to his loud snoring. While Hank just shook his head and stared straight ahead, determined to drive without getting distracted.

Peter simply watched as the two adults went back and forth like an amusing tennis match. 

(If the match was full of sexual tension and would likely end in some heated making out that is).

Charles rolled his eyes, “Really Erik? You want to talk about taking responsibility. You, who could never accept a peaceful life and one where not everyone is out to get you. Where dozens of innocent men died trying to protect Raven and the other’s when the old Brotherhood attacked! Where humans like Moira were working with and even liked us?!.”

“Moria shot you!” Erik yelled full of venom, his hatred for that woman clear even now. For hurting the man he loved.

“No! She shot you. You are the one that deflected the bullet that ultimately paralyzed me!” Charles roared back, his hurt still displayed as the man in the end held him oh so gently like he was a precious treasure, but then left him leaving him like some scorned widow.

Erik’s face flickered with shame and regret, and he breathed deeply in, “Charles, I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted me to be. That I left you that day. That I couldn’t just try and compromise.

Charles looked like he wanted to do anything but forgive Erik, but then he looked into his once friend’s eyes seeing the deep sincerity and regret in those blues.

The ex-telepath sighed, “My apologies Erik, I know it was an accident. I shouldn’t have said that.” Charles never truly blamed Erik for that, but his lover leaving and finding himself unable to walk again was a kind of hell that he never wanted to fall into again.

Erik shook his head, “No you were right to.” He hurt the man he loved after all.

Then, before the two could say more, because Peter couldn’t hold in his question anymore, “Wait you're paralyzed?! How?! Sorry, but just you’re walking, right? Unless I’m crazy. Did I somehow manage to imagine this whole thing? That’s a new level of crazy if that’s the case. I mean-"

“Peter!” Charles interrupted the teen’s rambling, “Yes, I’m paralyzed. Hank managed to come up with a treatment for my spinal injury though, so I could walk.”

Peter nodded his head, “Oh, that makes sense!”

Hank sighed in relief as the tension seemed to finally completely dissipate, and now his scientific mind could finally address his concerns with the teen’s appetite now, “So Peter, do you usually eat that much?” Wow, Hank, that was an awkward way to bring back the topic.

Peter looked at Glasses a bit weirdly before shrugging, “I mean I guess not. I mean I eat a lot, but I’ve never bothered to keep track. I probably have like a million meals a day, and well,” Peter fidgeted a bit in his seat, a bit embarrassed, “I steal most of my food since Mom, ya know, can’t exactly afford to pay for all the food I need to consume.”

Peter rushed out, though, before anyone could say anything, “But don’t blame her. My mom’s the best mom that could mom. She really does her best. I mean I’m a complete loser who can barely pass my classes, and ya know she’s an immigrant from Transia, and not a lot of white-pricket fenced Americans are exactly nice to immigrants let alone a Romani and a single mom at that!”

Peter sighed reminiscing, “I barely remember Transia, but I remember coming to America. God, by then my silver hair was fully in! I used to have auburn hair man! Like Magnets here,” Peter gestured to Erik.

“And, everything was just so slow all the time. I mean it still is, but I just didn’t understand it then — my powers, or mutation, then. I couldn’t sit still or talk slowly, or normal I guess, and I was hungry all the time!” Peter let out with frustration.

“Mom practically worked herself to the bone to provide for me. I mean I can’t imagine the food bill alone, and I was tiny back then. I didn’t eat nearly as much!” Peter sighed frustrated with himself.

“And that’s not coming up with all the other stupid shit I did. I mean I was just a stupid kid with weird hair and an accent coming to America, and kids of course made fun of me. And the teacher demanded I speak proper English.”

Peter scoffed, “Like I wasn’t fluent in speaking English, German, and Polish, and still, ya know, learning to read and write properly. But just because I had a bit of an accent and didn’t accept any of the other kids bullying — I was the delinquent kid!”

Peter signed. “And don’t even get me started on the butchering of my birth name. It’s really not that hard to say Pietro Maximoff, is it?!”

Erik choked at the name (it couldn’t be right? Not the same Magna Maximoff. Surely, not his ex-wife.).

Peter simply continued, not noticing Magnet's weird reaction, “But wherever, I’m cool with Peter now, even prefer it most of the time after all these years.”

“So yeah, my mom’s amazing! So don’t blame her for thinking she’s starving me!” Peter glared at all the adults around him — fiercely protective of his mom.

Erik decided to speak up first, “She sounds lovely, child. Was she…” Erik swallows, “Is your mom’s name Magma Maximoff per chance?”

The only sound could be heard was the car’s hum, and even Logan’s faux snores completely stopped as everyone held their breaths.

Peter looked wide-eyed at the man — his neurons firing at rapid rates, pulling things together much faster than anyone else. For all everyone claims he is stupid — it’s just everything is so slow for him, but if he’s allowed to think and work as fast as he can there’s nothing that would stop him from figuring things out.

And there’s certainly nothing stopping him from connecting his mom’s words of knowing a man that could control metal.

Of comforting a young Pietro with silver hair on his freakish nature by explaining that he’s simply gifted like a man she knew long ago. Of how his mom’s eyes crinkled with bittersweet joy as she told Pietro of the man’s gifts and how he inherited special traits like that man.

God, Pietro really is stupid isn’t he.

“My mom knew a man who could control metal,” Pietro chokes out, his words losing a more of his American accent the further he spoke, “My mom is Magna Maximoff, survivor of the holocaust. A Romani woman who fell in love with a Jewish man when they escaped. When they fled to Transia and had my oldest sister Anya. When everything all fell apart in a fire, killing my sister. And then my mom fled unknowingly pregnant because the man, my father, was out for vengeance.”

Erik had tears streaming down his face like comets — wishes that never came true, of candles blown out that he never witnessed.

“Oh, my son.” Erik practically sobbed, “I’m so sorry. If I knew, I would have never left your mother and you.”

Pietro’s lip wobbled, but he steeled himself desperately trying to claw the feeling of shame of crying in front of others. His ex-stepfather’s words echoing in his head that men don’t cry, “Words mean nothing, old man.”

Erik’s eyes, though full of tears, were full of ironed steel — an unrusted edge even as time stood against him, true and honest and strong, “You are my son, and nothing would have kept me from you had I known. Nothing would have kept me from loving you.”

Pietro felt tears leaking in his eyes and wetly said, “You can’t say that!” He yelled full of self deprecation. “I’m a screw up, good-for-nothing asshole. I am a moron who can’t sit still and-”

“You are mein Sohn.” Erik said full of conviction, and Pietro couldn’t stand that look full of pride and love, but Erik gently tilted the teen’s face to face him, “And there is nothing that would keep me from loving you.”

Tears escaped Pietro’s eyes and he tried to stop them, but they just kept coming.

“And you are a brilliant young man with an amazing gift,” Erik smiled a genuine and true smile held for his most precious gift,  “After all, I don’t think just anyone would be able to get me out of the Pentagon in mere seconds and save everyone on top of that. So thank you, mein kostbarster Sohn.”

My most precious son.

Pietro, no longer able to hold himself back, crashed in his dad’s open arms. And despite himself, found himself crying on his dad’s shirt, just glad that he was hidden from view, for as long as he was in his dad’s arms nothing would harm or judge him there.

This is what it felt like to be hugged by a father. To be loved by a father.

Pietro sobbed and hugged his dad back tighter, and his dad gripped back just as tight. Father and son together again, and for once everything in the world was just right.

Notes:

So happy with this! I honestly love this so much! I can't wait to write more Dadneto stuff!

First - Next Dadneto One-shot

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It's Been So Long

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Now on ao3

Summary:

The reveal finally happens! Erik Lehnsherr knows Pietro Maximoff is his son.

Peter just didn't expect it would be because Apocalypse injured him and his mom was called, leaving her and Erik to talk.

Of course, Peter too-drugged up on painkillers to even hear the juicy details. Not cool Hank!

Confession

Peter should have expected this, he really should have — just because he was an “adult” doesn’t mean that his mom wouldn’t be worried.

It certainly doesn’t matter that she was hours away, and surely busy with work. Because when she got a call about his broken leg and arm in a (definitely badass) fight she would never just go ‘huh, alright.’

No, Marya Maximoff, for all she’s Pietro Django Maximoff aunt by blood, she was his mom for all but 2 years of his life — so one can bet their ass that she would race over to Xavier’s Institute (breaking several speed limits undoubtedly) and march up to the front door with the fury of a mama bear facing any threats for her cubs.

Really, Peter should have seen this coming.

Unfortunately for him, his dad, ex(current?) terrorist Magneto, was still helping rebuild the school and thus in full view and revealed to the full fury of Marya Maximoff storming up to the front door. A woman he recognized on sight, despite the growing greys and new wrinkles on her bronze skin.

“Marya?” Erik asks in stunned surprise, his blue eyes like a cloudy sky — murky with past memories, “Is that you?”

Marya twisted back, withholding a snarl at the man who interrupted her path to her son, and fell back in shock when she looked at the man.

Her ex brother-in-law — the father she kept away from her son all these twenty-six years.

“Max Eisenhardt or is it Erik Lehnsherr or perhaps Henryk Gurzsky, or is it some new name now?” Marya spat, “Why in God’s name are you at this school? Didn’t you just try to destroy the world days ago?!”

Erik’s Adam apple bobbed as he wetted his lips to explain, “I-,” The words died in his throat as he eyed Marya’s stern glare and he bowed his head, “I’m helping rebuild the school.”

“Oh?” Marya raised a brow, “And why did the school need rebuilding in the first place?” The accusation was clear in her voice.

Unluckily, or perhaps luckily, Erik was interrupted by the newly-placed mahogany (Charles Xavier was rich after all) front door opening, and the bald man himself came wheeling out, “Marya Maximoff, if you would please follow me, your son is conscious now and probably would be best if you come and explain why he should stay off his legs for a bit longer. Since he found out you were coming, he’s been buzzing with energy and quite frankly isn’t what you would call a rule-follower.” Charles chuckled fondly at that remission on the teen that broke into the pentagon all for the thrill of his kleptomaniac heart.

Marya’s eyes softened with relief upon hearing her son was up, and her lips quirked up with fond exasperation, “That boy,” She doesn’t give Magento a second glance and looks imploringly at Charles Xavier, “Please. I would appreciate seeing Peter now.”

‘Peter?’ Erik thought silently to himself, and oh the memories of the silver-haired boy flew by him. Of the boy — who was the first person to smile nicely at him in ten years and free him from the pentagon. Of the boy that never looked at Erik like he was a monster, even when he was set to destroy the world.

“I’m your… I’m here for family too.”

“I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash,”“Whip…laaaaaaaaaash.”

“They told me you control metal.”

“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that.”

“Oh,” Erik gasped softly, ‘Even after everything the boy still thought of us as family… my nephew.”

Tears line his eyes at the thought. The peace and joy he felt with Magna — of being welcomed into the Maximoff family. Of having his first daughter Anya… until it all went in flames — literally.

Erik doesn’t blame Magna for leaving. Even if he still holds the belief that all those humans deserved to die for killing his baby — just as the ones who killed his dear Nina and his second-wife (coincidentally named) Magna. He should have controlled his anger and showed that he would have never hurt his wife despite his feelings on other humans.

Alas, that’s all in the past now, and he can do nothing but regret and drown in the pain of his past — hoping to repent for all his sins.

𖥔ᯓ⚡︎ᯓ⚡︎ᯓ⚡︎ᯓ⚡︎ᯓ𖥔

Peter found himself bounding with overwhelming energy. He needed to move… everything was just so slow! But he was trapped in the damned infermany on ‘doctor’s’ orders! Hank’s not even that kind of doctor!

But whatever, Peter just has to wait minutes (hours to him) and his mom will be here. She’s already called ahead that she was at the front gate.

Peter found his good leg bouncing and vibrating on the tile before him.

“Peter!” Hank sternly called, “No powers! We don’t want your metabolism to increase more than it already has and wear off the painkillers in your system.”

Peter sheepishly stopped vibrating in place, but he still couldn’t help but fidget. 

He needed to move, like a fish needs water. It was torturous to keep him in one place for so long! Torture!

“It’s not torture Peter,” Hank rolls his eyes.

“Oh, I said that outloud didn’t I?” Peter said, keeping his words slow (it’s practically second nature now) so Hank could understand.

“Yes, Peter,” Hanks said amused, “And oh, look your mom and professor are already here. She can now scold you about not using your powers.”

Peter slumped down dramatically in the medical bed, but smiled as his mom came into view, “That’s not fair man, sicking my mom on me like that!”

Marya rolled her eyes, “Peter, you can handle staying still for a week. You’re just lucky your bones heal so fast.”

“Fiiiiiiiine!”

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Marya smiles, seeing that her son is alright and will fully recover. However, Hank soon puts him on more painkillers as Peter grimaces in pain.

Unfortunately that also has the effect of making Peter incredibly sleepy and he soon passes out, which leaves Marya to have the much needed adult conversation now that she knows her son is alright.

…

Oh, if Peter wasn’t already so injured, she would grab him by the ear and give him an earful of his impulsive decisions and endangering his life, but for now all Marya can do is thank God that he is alright and that her baby returned to her.

And Max! Ugh, if he wasn’t Peter’s father Marya would kill that man!

Marya soon found himself making a coffee upstairs, doing her best to stay away after hours of driving. As much as she would love to fall asleep, she knows that her Lorna will be calling her soon — and despite knowing Peter is fine, she still is on edge. A mother’s plight, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. Even if it came attached to the incredible but dangerous heritage that is Magneto.

And speak of the devil! Max decides to appear right in the kitchen.

Marya sighs and just asks, “Why did you do it?” There’s no need to explain what the ‘it’ is — ending the world is a pretty big neon sign after all.

She needs to know what in God’s name made him want to end the world. She has an idea, a horrible one. But she recognizes the kind of rage that Max went through — the kind of a parent’s loss, the soul aching pain that makes the world seem worthless.

Marya grips her coffee closer, biting her lip to stop tears from forming as she thinks of Wanda, her oldest (‘Only by 12 minutes!’ Peter would remind her). Even after 14 years… it still feels so fresh.

Erik looks up at the ceiling full of anguish, “Humans killed my daughter and wife.”

Marya stares blankly at her cooling drink, her lips feeling quite dry and she chucks the drink like a shot and stares right into Erik’s steely eyes, “Tell me about them.” She asks softly, her tone rekindling of the family she once was to the broken man.

Erik smiles sadly, “After your son broke me out of the pentagon, and I failed in killing the president-”

“Really, what’s up with you and US presidents?” Marya jokes, despite the seriousness of such a task, but she held no love for Nixon — his derogatory views for Jews enough for that opinion to form. Sure, she was Romani, but it sure didn’t make a difference to Nazi’s when they rounded up all the ‘bad bloods’. And she would fight tooth and nail before letting another drag her people — through suffering and loss and pain — through the mud.

She’s had a lifetime enough of being seen as the ‘inferior people’, and she absently rubs her forearm — the faded inked numbers still scarred into her skin.

Erik gives her a half smile, “Yes, well I did try to save JFK. He was a mutant after all. But Nixon…,” Erik scowled, and oh Marya knew that look, “He was trying to eradicate all of us just because we were born with a gift! Trying to kill us like cattle to slaughter and we are the Homo superiors — the next step in evolution!”

“Chill it with the speech Magneto.” Marya said dryly, “And sit your ass down, or is talking to your ex-human-sister-in-law too demeaning for you?”

Erik paused, his skin heated with embarrassment, and gracefully sat down, “My apologies Marya. I’m just rather… passionate about mutant rights as all mutants should be.”

“Yeah, well after seeing you talk all about your superiority on live-television in front of my mutant son who happens to love his very human little sister and mom, Peter wasn’t exactly in agreement with you.” Marya responded with a bit of a bite.

Erik sighs, “I never have the right words. Magna surely would have.” Then, he grimaces, “My latest wife that is, not that my first wife wouldn’t have. She would have just been-”

“A spit-fire.” Marya laughs, “Yeah Wanda inherited that from her.”

Erik perks up, “Wanda?”

Marya’s face pales and she bites her lip, “Peter’s twin.” She looked down, shallowing hard.

“I’m sorry,” Erik says, knowing all too-well that like his Nina her Wanda died, “Nina was only eight.”

“Wanda was twelve.”

Marya sighs and looks over to Erik. She sees so much of the man, her brother-in-law, that she once knew. There’s still that anger coiled in his veins, but there’s also that deep-rooted anguish and love for his family.

“Max, I have something to tell you.” Marya said, straightening her back. She knows that Peter desperately wanted his father to know of their relationship — how he spoke up it with such longing, but was afraid of her reaction when she demanded he stay away.

This is her duty to her son, and it’s Erik’s choice how he'll react after. She just hopes she’s right about this, as much as part of her is screaming not not saying anymore.

“Peter and Wanda were Magna’s Erik.” Marya spoke, her words like an admission of guilt.

Erik stood stoically freezing in place, his face impassive — not letting an ounce of… anything through.

Marya looked at the man sadly, “She didn’t know she was pregnant at the time, but then… the fire happened and you left and she was scared.”

“Then, nine months Wanda Marya Maximoff was born first followed by Pietro Django Maximoff. And God,” Marya let out a wet chuckle, “Wanda looked so much like Anya, and Peter was a mini-you minus his brown eyes and nose.”

Erik let out a stuttering breath — he felt like he'd just been punched as he listened to Marya. Even if he wished to rage against her words, deny it all. He knows it’s true.

And just like that he feels grief overwhelm him. Another child died, and he never even knew her. His daughter. A son was almost killed because of him.

Anya, Nina, Wanda, Pietro.

Their names like a damnation upon him.

Anya.

His oldest daughter disappeared before his eyes like ash. Dark charcoal leaving nothing of her beautiful smile behind. Only screams that haunted his nightmares.

He feels Marya’s arms wrap around him as he lets out choking, raspy, sobs.

Nina.

His youngest’s eyes turned vividly blue in fear as he tried to appeal to the human authority. But she couldn’t control her powers and her blue eyes dimmed as her blood soaked the ground. Just gone.

He feels her tears wet his shirt, and just-like-always he pulls away.

Wanda.

Wanda, another child. A daughter he only knew by name, but he can imagine her playing with her sisters. Wracking up some mischievous scheme with her twin.

Pietro.

His son. His alive son.

He hardly knows what he’s doing as he storms around Charles’ mansion, until he finds himself outside the medical bay.

Not even noticing as Marya followed close behind.

Erik looks at the unconscious boy — no man, no matter how young he still is, he’s an adult now (twenty-six years of never knowing, of being in his own son’s life) — and he allows himself to see himself in his own son. They have the same cheekbones and chin, and his eyes curve just like his while his eyes and nose are all Magna’s. Along with his shock of silver-hair all his own that frames his young face.

This is his son.

Erik didn't notice when tears started falling down his eyes again or when Marya gripped his hand tightly, but he couldn’t stop.

He’s failed another child. He almost let his own son die.

Erik can hear his son’s screams as his bones were shattered… and Erik looked away, content to do nothing!

The metal begins to warp and rattle in his vicinity.

His son’s brow furrows in his sleep at the noise, and Erik takes a deep breath in and controls himself.

Perhaps, it was for the best that Erik never knew of their relationship — that the boy was kept hidden from it, or he would surely have been destroyed by being in Erik’s presence. 

It was only when they were apart, after all, that let the boy live to adulthood — and only when Erik was around the boy that he was put in danger.

Really, how reckless was it to allow a sixteen year old to break a terrorist out of the pentagon? To break him out of the pentagon?

And then, because the boy was simply seeking Erik out, he almost died because Erik was wrapped in a foolish plot with a delusional ‘mutant god’.

It would be better for everyone involved if Erik simply stayed away.

“Dad?” A drowsy voice spoke, and Erik's eyes snapped into focus to clearly see his son.

His son’s brown eyes were clearly foggy, and he wasn’t all lucid with the frankly unbelievable amount of drugs being pumped through him to keep the pain away — but he still, on some level, recognized Erik.

He called him dad.

That word felt like an arrow through the heart and Erik didn’t have to think before he sat before his son’s bedside and gripped his limp hand, “Yes, Pietro, I’m here. Mein Sohn.”

Peter blinked slowly, his brow furrowed a bit in confusion before he smiled, “That’s good dad. Love you.”

Erik shakily breathed in, as his son’s eyes fluttered close, and he kissed his son’s brow, “I love you too my boy. Mein Wundersohn.”

Marya smiled at the precious moment and she-for-once would admit she was wrong about this. Erik would never harm Peter, and as Erik fell asleep at Peter’s bedside holding his son's hand like a lifeline, Marya knew she was leaving her son in good hands.

Notes:

I absolutely love how this turned out! Also, I am currently so obsessed with Dadneto so I was super excited that House of Dadneto 2025 event is still ongoing!

Next Dadneto One-shot

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I am so glad it's still ongoing cause I am so excited and really needed something to get me out of my writer's block! 😆

The House of Dadneto 2025 Begins!

Welcome everyone to the second House of Dadneto event! We are so very excited to see what you've all been working on these past months, and if this is the first you've heard of the event- no worries! You have the entirety of June to jump in on the fun! Make sure to check the Prompt Lists and Event Info for more details!

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Above all though- make sure to have fun! This event is a celebration of the platonic and familial bonds Magneto shares with his many, many children -both blood related or found family- and we hope you enjoy the event as much as we do! We can't wait to see what you have in store, and remember to share some love to these wonderful creators who are participating this year!

Enjoy the House of Dadneto everyone! ✨✨✨

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Oh, this is so fun!!! I might write some things for the event!

The House of Dadneto 2025 is starting off twice as strong! ✨

Wow everyone! We cannot believe just how amazing the response has been to this year's House of Dadneto event so far! You're all so incredibly talented and it's been a joy seeing all your creations roll in!

In the first week, the House of Dadneto 2025 had 43 unique works posted for the event, which is absolutely wild (or "fucking batshit" as Sunset put it)!!

To all those who have participated so far, thank you so much! It's really been a highlight of our day getting to see all the wonderful things you've made for our chaotic magnet dad!

As is tradition, we like to spotlight all the incredible works that have come out each week, so please enjoy the list below with links to all the fics, edits, and gifsets that were posted! Make sure you give these creators some love as they've done an outstanding job, and we can't wait to see what you all have in store next week!

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First Week of the House of Dadneto!

takes a strong hand and a sound mind. by @mapofyourstars

Chapter 1: Bonding - Erik’s grateful for every moment he can share with his babies, but that’s especially true when they share breakfast together. Chapter 2: Time Loop - Life picks on Erik, and he tries to pick back. Chapter 3: Apology - Lorna practices her ability, and Erik accidentally breaks. Chapter 4: Resemblance - The kids find an old photo of Erik. They compare notes. Chapter 5: Presumed Dead - On a quiet morning walk, Erik, Wanda, and Lorna discover something among the brush.

Galas & Guns by @callie-caje

Erik has been away from home for the last week and Pietro is excited him to come home, even if they were hosting a Gala. It was going well too, until the grenades' went off. (Besides, who brought metal guns to fight Magneto?)

soon the darkness comes with all the monsters by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

Five times Erik made Nina feel safe. (And the one time he couldn’t.)

I'll die loving you from a distance (I'll be wishing it was different) by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

“I could turn you in.” “You could.” OR After being struck with the ‘cure,’ Magneto makes a visit.

This Is Nice. by @onlyheartaches

Magneto wants nothing more than to repair his relationship with his son; Pietro wants nothing more than to see their relationship repaired. Cue the aquarium outing.

Too Soon, Not Yet by AuntieEm30

When news of a facility imprisoning mutant children reaches Erik, he and the few remaining x-men are determined to free them, and Erik's son insists on the joining the mission. Erik appreciates what he brings to the table, but that new parental fear is its own hurdle -- for good reason.

What Power Brings by @it-meant-nothing

Erik wonders what the purpose of his powers really is when all it brings is death and destruction, which isn’t surprising since it came from his rage. But then, his son came along, with similar power to his. And instead of thinking it was a curse, Pietro loved his power. He fiddled with metal with his little hands, and every time he did it, he did so with a smile. He doesn’t carry with him the rage and grief the way his father did.

Commiseration by @theaterpug-writes

“Why did you come here Wanda?” Erik asked finally. “To find out the truth.” “Did you find what you were looking for?” Wanda visits her father after the UN trial.

Let yourself be loved by @silverpleatherjacket

“You can go too, if you want,” Peter said sharply, “You don’t owe me anything.” “No. I will not leave because you are my son, and you are hurt.” And there it was. Son. What a shitty time for the grand reveal.

Peter never got around to telling Erik. When he got hurt by Jean and it looked like he might not make it, Charles took it into his own hands. It was just a shame that Peter couldn't find it in himself to look Erik in the eye, no matter how much he wanted his dad.

Family Threads by AuntieEm30

Prompts: Bonding + Admiration

Better than Music by @bpd-erik

Erik gives Peter his first T-Shot

that same look in your eyes by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

Wanda makes a joke. Erik takes it seriously. She doesn’t correct him. (Cue: a game of chess.)

pinky promise? by @stolenlullabies05

Peter gets his wisdom teeth out.

You are the Moon, Dear Love by @theaterpug-writes

A moment in time between a father, his son and his granddaughter on a sandy Genoshan beach.

An Interesting Brain Exercise. by @onlyheartaches

In which Pietro wonders whether his powers will allow for time travel, and Magneto offers his own opinion on undoing the pain of the past.

Fault Lines (Chapter 3) by @sunsetuniverse

X-Men '97 E5 — Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch attend the gala, and the subsequent fallout.

now in its place is something new by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

They’ve barely made it into the diner, doors swinging shut behind them, shoes squeaking along the grimy linoleum floor, when the horde finally reaches town. OR A close call after the end of the world. Erik has some thoughts.

Mojo Royale! by @theaterpug-writes

The dastardly Mojo kidnaps Polaris and her father Magneto and forces them to fight to the death in an attempt to garner ratings- but the father-daughter duo have a plan to end his twisted game and potentially stop his broadcasts once and for all.

A Way To Say Sorry by @onlyheartaches

When a failure during a mission, however slight, reminds Pietro of his troubled past with his father, Magneto tries to find a way to say sorry.

you can't keep them all caged, they will fight and run away by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

“You can’t keep me here forever.” OR After so much loss, Erik is determined to keep his son safe.

To freeze time in a picture by potato4power

Luna get some help from Erik on her family tree homework

Midnight Meals by @theaterpug-writes

Erik makes scrambled eggs for an injured Peter as the two men have a conversation about the past, the present, and the mutants who got them there.

Change by @onlyheartaches

The time-displaced X-Men are home; the war against Apocalypse is finally over. Now, Magneto is able to have some quiet time to reflect, and to spend with his son.

i can picture you staring by Caspiansea

Four years on T has changed his face, but he still looks like Wanda. In Peter’s opinion, it’s more like what was always there was just uncovered rather than some seismic shift in his appearance. It only makes him wonder if he’s growing into a face melded by his father’s genes. Peter’s started to spend hours staring at everyone else, trying to draw connections between them and someone else. How do you even tell if two people have the same nose? But then he sees his neighbors kids, who despite being blonde and with brown eyes, look exactly like their dad in a million ways Peter can’t even parse out. So fucking annoying. Why couldn’t that dickhead have stuck around so Peter could see what he was getting into? Why couldn’t he have stuck around so that Peter’s mom didn’t have to deal with them by herself?

a moment’s worth by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

Following a training session gone wrong, Peter ends up with a concussion. Thankfully, his dad is there to help.

The Power In Resemblance by @onlyheartaches

When Pietro puts Magneto's helmet on in a moment of boredom, it prompts a conversation between father and son about Magda, and Nina, and Anya … and it prompts a reflection on the guilt and grief that Magneto has worn for thirty long years.

fly till you find your way toward tomorrow by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

Peter has given it a lot of thought. To how Erik would react, that is, to the whole ‘father-son’ bombshell. Somehow, though— He never quite predicted this. OR At a party in Genosha, Peter gathers the courage to finally tell Erik the truth.

Hospital Visits by @onlyheartaches

The celebrations in Genosha came to a brutal end with the arrival of the genocidal Sentinels. And even as the present X-Men fought as best they could, the victory was Pyrrhic - the loss of so much life, on a night that was supposed to be for celebrating acceptance. On Quicksilver's end, the last thing Pietro saw of his father was Magneto's death, bathed in green light ... (Alternate ending to Genosha.)

Something to Believe In by AuntieEm30

Raven is a bit more proactive in encouraging the flow of information in a crucial moment, Erik is hurting for purpose, and Peter is just a little braver. Aka the “I’m your…” moment in X-men Apocalypse is followed-through on. It changes how things play out a bit.

once upon a december by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

The Mind Stone didn’t just activate Wanda’s mutation.

Favorite by @onlyheartaches

Pietro asks Magneto who his favorite student is, which gives Magneto an opening to say all the things he admires about his son.

Your words may sting (but I want to hear them all) by @silverpleatherjacket

It takes baby steps, little moments, for Peter to learn what it is to be a son. And for Erik, learning to be a father again is a beautiful, magical, painful thing. A.K.A Five times Peter shares something about his life with Erik, +1 time Erik shares something from his.

Admiration by @mapofyourstars

Giftset: erik tried to keep his cool guy composure (and also not be sick), but he couldn’t hide his admiration for peter’s ability.

Silver Spoon by @sunsetuniverse

Video Edit: Resemblance

Copper Beaches by AuntieEm30

Erik takes his twins on a trip to the beach, to bond and to share some big, startling news. it goes so much better than he expected.

of what the balance held by @xxqueenofdragonsxx

What we don’t see in the car ride from the Pentagon to the plane.

A Child’s Worries by @onlyheartaches

A young Pietro, not yet grown into a mutation of his own (aside from a head of silver-white hair), goes to Erik’s room to ask a burning question.

Mutation by @mapofyourstars

Giftset: erik and his children’s mutations

my blessing by @stolenlullabies05

I don’t deserve you, Erik wants to tell the small child in front of him. He looks at the thin tuft of auburn hair on his head, the stained tears that coat his cheeks. You are perfect and good and I don’t deserve a blessing like you. But he doesn’t. He forces the thoughts away, shoves them in the corners of his mind, before reluctantly taking Pietro into his arms. Or, glimpses of Erik learning how to raise his son.

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Thanks again to everyone who has participated so far (seriously what are they feeding you all??)! We've loved seeing your creations and we hope to see many more as June continues! ✨

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NEN: Never Expect Nonintervention

Summary:

What if Sally and Percy Jackson were reborn in the Hunter x Hunter Universe?

Of course, they would never be average citizens. No, Salacia 'Sally' Jackson is an infamous Hunter and, in her youth, had an amorous relationship with a certain Zoldyck. Leaving Percy to once again have a powerful, yet dangerous heritage. Only this time it's assassins instead of gods.

Chapter 1: A x New x Family

Percy breathed in fresh air, the sea salt teasing his tongue, and soft wind tossing his raven hair. He knew he wasn’t home, not by any means but still, being around the ocean always felt like a warm embrace, that familiarity and safety of the everchanging waves, that Percy knew he would always be welcome in. Why did it feel so right?

Still the pure blue of the ocean surrounding the island was untamed and raw with power, Poseidon’s power no longer felt. But still the ocean begged him home, and some part of Percy longed to come, to be unrestrained and free of the waves and to go wherever the flow took him.

That, however, is not the life for Percy, it could never be. Hades, Percy just feels so lost and unarchered. He’s like a fish out of sea. Drowning in the air of the unknown.

It was just a little while ago when his life felt complete and whole, but then something happened and Percy got really injured when he turned 9. It was just Percy and his mom, Salacia, but she preferred to go by Sally, against the world in York New City, York New. And his mom was always really careful with Percy, being a Hunter and all.

Percy still doesn’t know what happened that day, but from then on his mom was always jumpy and looking at every shadow. Her ocean eyes dark with shadows and her tan skin turning paler and paler with each and every day spent inside jumping from sounds and shadows.

Percy always loved looking like his mom, but still while his mom’s eyes changed to the color of the ocean, Percy’s were the ocean, ever changing and tuberlent. And Percy got her tan skin and wavy hair, though hers was a light brown in color.

The problem came though after that accident when he turned nine, and now he has a permanent lock of white hair right down the middle of his forehead. Sally immediately had him dye it, and dye it, and dye it again to remove it. (Percy refused to cut it, because then it would look like he had a bald spot in the middle of his forehead). But still it's not going away, and Percy swears it's even growing. 

Eventually, his mom took him to get this special dye in his hair, and Percy hasn’t had to re-dye it since. It isn't permanent though, the person doing his hair had said as much to the reassurance of his mom and Percy, but it should last much longer than a normal dye. It didn't even feel like a normal dye, something about it made his brain itch.

In any case, his mom always said Percy had his father’s black hair, his nose, his jaw, and would someday grow to be his height (even though he is the shortest in his class). Percy never knew how to feel about these connections to a man he never knew, but it was still who Percy was. But then when Percy got some white in his hair all the blood drained from his mom’s face, and the small connection that Percy had to his father seemed to be going away. Percy didn’t know if he should feel angry, sad, happy, or what, but well, he didn’t have time to process because he had to take care of his mom and make sure she was okay.

He would always prioritize his mom over himself. Every single time. His mom gave up her chance to go to college and become a famous author because of him. Instead she had a job that had them moving around all the time, made her weary and shifty instead of happy. Percy knew his mom was a Hunter, but he still never knew what exactly that entailed.

Though Sally won’t ever tell Percy this, he knows it’s because of him that he has to move around so often. Being a Hunter didn’t necessarily mean that his mom had to move from place to place, apartment to apartment. Why move around so much if they never left York New CIty after all?

One day though, Percy’s mom got this look in her eyes, and decided that Percy and her should take a trip to this island in the middle of nowhere and one day they did, months later in late February. His Mom decided it was best to sail there, even if it was at least a 2 week trip by boat.

Still, Percy was ecstatic to be at sea, it always called to him like a distant memory. He tried to remain upbeat for his mom, but something was really eating at her, and the chill in the air didn’t just seem to be from the winter chill.

Then, when Percy and his mom finally arrived at this unknown island called Whale island of all things (the island even looked like a whale!). His mom hugged him, and started crying, and looked Percy in his eyes, “I love you very much sweetheart, and I’m so so sorry for what I’m about to do, but you’ll be safe here, and my very close friend Mito is going to watch over you.”

‘W-what?’ Is mom abandoning him? Percy started to tear up. He hated feeling small, so much like a little kid, but he didn’t know what was going on and his mom was scaring him.

“No, sweetheart, it’s okay, It’ll all be okay,” His mom pulled him into her arms, and he felt her tears leak onto him, “Just know that I’ll always love you.” And then the world went white, and Percy woke up in an unknown house with all his luggage in this unknown room and this Mito person looking worriedly at him, and his mom was gone.

“Perseus Jackson?” Mito, a young woman questioned. She was around his mom's age with shoulder length red hair. Her brown eyes looked compassionately at Percy, and gods they reminded him so much as his mom, and he started crying. His small body racked with sobs.

“Oh dear, it’s alright!” And Mito hugged him, all warm but unfamiliar.

Percy sobbed into her arms until he was exhausted and he fell back asleep. 

Except he didn’t just sleep, he saw himself but older? Lightning was flashing all around him. Then pain and terror. A monster with the head of a bull and a body of a man squeezing the life out of his mom. Her screams for him to go. But Percy felt anger course through him like he’s never felt before, and he tore that monster’s horn from its head and slammed it into its ribcage. Gold surrounded him, gold as her death. Gold as his eyes.

Percy woke up gasping hard, what was that?! Phantom terror whacked him, and he watched every shadow waiting for them to leap out at him. His heart eventually calmed down, and his breathing slowed. He didn’t think he’d be able to fall back asleep tonight.

He didn’t.

Percy was tired and cranky when he came down for breakfast, and that nice woman Mito greeted him as well as an elderly lady. Their smiles are warm and soft.

Percy smiled back tentatively, but blushed and looked away awkwardly when he remembered sobbing into Mito’s arms.

Luckily, Percy was saved from his embarrassment when a boy around his age came running down the stairs. 

“Aunt Mito! Aunt Mito! I know I’m going to catch the Lord of the Lake today, I know it, and then I’ll be a Hunter!” The boy says excitedly jumping up and down, green spikey hair and green clothes ready for the day. 

Mito nods, but her smile wavers.

It’s a bit too much for sleep deprived due to nightmare-induced-trauma Percy right now.

Then the boy turns to face Percy, his face a lot like Mito’s but his brown eyes darker, and his skin slightly more tanned.

Those eyes though are looking really intense right now though, as the boy is like 3 inches away from Percy.

Percy backs away, uncomfortable.

“Now now Gon, that’s now way to treat a guest is it?” The old lady says to the boy now dubbed Gon.

“Yes, gran-gran.” Gon nods towards the elderly lady.

Mito claps her hands, “I guess we should do some introductions. I’m Mito, but you Percy may call me Aunt Mito.” This seems very much more like a demand than a request when Mito glances at them. 

Percy nods shyly.

“Oh, and this old lady is just grandma or gran-gran. Nothing else here.” Gran-gran says.

Percy nods, but he still isn’t super comfortable with such familiar titles with people he doesn’t really know, but he’ll honor their requests.

Then the green-haired boy sucks in a large gasp of air, “And I’m Gon Freecss, I’m 10 years old and I’m turning 11 on May 5th, and I’m going to be a Hunter just like my dad!”

Percy nods again. Then, everyone starts looking at him expectedly. Why are they looking at him, did something happen? All they did was introduce themselves. Oh, introduce. Percy needs to introduce himself. 

Great job Percy. He clears his throat, “Um, I’m Perseus Jackson, but please just call me Percy, and um I’m 9, turning 10 on August 18th, and yeah.” 

Gon somehow smiles wilder, “Wow, you’re about my age, wouldn’t have guessed it with how short you are?!” 

“Gon!” Mito lightly snacks Gon upside the head.

Gon sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry! Oh, do you want to go Lord of the Lake hunting with me today?!”

“Um…” Percy looks to Mito for help.

Mito sees Percy’s plea for help and intervenes, “Not today Gon, Percy just got here and needs some time to settle in.”

Percy smiles relieved and nods at Gon.

Gons sighs disappointed, “Alright! But you’re coming with me some other day!” 

Finally, Gon decided to sit at the kitchen table and Percy followed suit and ate some breakfast, while Gon scarfed his down in at most a minute and then was running out the front door.

Mito started calling after Gon, but he was already too far gone.

“That boy, I swear.” Mito shakes her head fondly, her short hair coming out from behind her ears.

“Oh, it’s alright dearie, he’s just like his father, Ging, was at that age.” Gran-gran said.

Percy looked interested in their conversion, but felt like he was intruding.

Mito glanced at Percy, and her light brown eyes softened, “Well lets give you a tour huh?”

“Alright Mi-” Percy cut himself off when he saw the red-haired woman’s stern glance, “Aunt Mito.” He corrected himself.

Mito smiled and then they went on a tour of the house, and after to the town and harbor.

Percy didn't really talk much, but Aunt Mito didn't seem to mind, instead talking about the island's history and pointing at some places and whatnot.

It was a rather full day all and all, and Percy was super exhausted by the end of it, but Mito was really kind and reminded him of his mom. Percy started sniffing, glad he was alone in the guest room that was now officially his. He didn’t want to start crying, but gods why did his mom leave him? And what was that bright light?

Percy started crying, but he made sure to stay silent, not wanting to wake anyone up.

But then his door creaked open, and Percy did his best to stop crying and wiped his eyes.

Gon walked slowly in, “You alright?” He said, his voice unusually soft form the energetic boy earlier.

Percy wanted more than anything to just say he was fine, but when he looked into Gon’s deep brown eyes, so sincere like Aunt Mito’s that he just said, “No.” 

Tears were already falling down his eyes again. 

Gon came over and held Percy, “Aunt Mito didn’t really tell me much of why you were staying with us, just that your mom left you here, and you would be staying here for an unknown amount of time.”

Percy nods against Gon, feeling comforted by the older boy.

Gon breathes in, “My situation isn’t quite the same, but my dad left me too when I was just a baby because he’s a Hunter. That’s why I want to be a Hunter, to see you amazing it must be to leave your kid behind.”

Percy hugs Gon back, and eventually breathes shakily in, “My mom’s a Hunter too, but she always kept work and me separate, but something must have happened, and she had to give me a-away b-because I got hurt, because I w-wasn’t s-strong enough.” 

Look Percy isn’t dumb, despite what some teachers will say about him, he knew that his mom was just trying to protect him, but he got hurt, because he wasn’t strong enough.

Then, Percy looks into Gon’s eyes determined, “But I want to be strong, and I want to be there for my mom, so I want to be a Hunter like her too, so she doesn’t have to worry about me anymore.” He promises with all the sincerity he can at nine years old.

“Great, we can be Hunters together, it’s a promise.” Gon smiles and holds his pinky out.

Percy holds his pinky out as well, and then Gon goes through a little chant that Percy follows along with, “Pinky swear, so if I lie, stick a thousand needles in my eye.”

Percy giggles, and then Gon leads their hands, so their thumbs are touching, and continues, “and seal it with a kiss.” Except Gon continues singing the kiss part for a while. Percy starts shaking silently with laughter.

Eventually Gon smiles at Percy, relieved the other boy is cheered up.

Percy's eyes eventually start drooping, and he falls against Gon almost asleep. Gon smiles at the younger boy and adjusts him so he’s lying down on the bed, and tucks him in.

Gon brushes some hair out of the younger boy’s eyes, like he remembers Mito doing to him, and he kisses his forehead, “Goodnight little brother.” Gon goes off to his bed feeling protective of his new family member, and filled with new determination to become a Hunter - to see what was so great about it that people would leave their family behind. Gon wasn’t really mad at his dad, or his little brother’s mom, but surely being a Hunter must be amazing to give up everything for it.

Notes:

I hope you all enjoyed this! 

And as for why Percy and somehow Sally are in the world of Hunter x Hunter, well that’s a secret for now. 

Crossed out lines are for thoughts Percy has either suppressed or doesn’t remember from his past life.

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Wow, this just feels so bittersweet.

Growing up and learning the world through the shades of adult greys.

Set away your fantasy and embrace reality, for there is no shining knight to take you away.

Dreams are fleeting inconsequential things that will not pay for your livelihood.

Just give up, but live. Age, but don't let your winkles tell a story marked upon your skin.

Grow up!

growing up autistic / growing up gaslit

I.

this is the first lesson you learn: you are always wrong.

there is no electric hum buzzing through the air. there is no stinging bite to the sweetness of the mango. there is no bitter metallic tang to the water.

there is no cruelty in their laughter, no ambiguity in the instructions, no reason to be upset. there is no bitter aftertaste to your sweet tea, nothing scratchy about your blanket.

the lamps glow steadily. they do not falter.

II.

this is the second lesson you learn: you are never right.

you are childish, gullible, overly prone to tears. you are pedantic, combative, deliberately obtuse. you are lazy, unreliable, never on time.

you’re always making up excuses, rudely interrupting, stepping on people’s shoes. you’re always trying to get attention, never thinking about anyone else, selfish through and through.

it’s you that’s the problem. the lamps are fine.

III.

this is the third lesson you learn: you must always give in.

mother knows best. father knows best. doctor knows best. teacher knows best. this is the proper path. do not go astray.

listen to your elders, respect your betters, accept what’s given to you as your due. bow to the wisdom of experience, the education of the professional, the clarity of an external point of view.

what do you know about lamps, anyway?

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Just made this meme 🤣

Yes, that is actually Chrysaor's wife's name: Callirhoe. I think it's funny.

Now I'm going to teach Chrysaor's origin story through a funny chat...

Chrysaor: I'm the best twin. My name literally means Golden Sword. That beats a flying horse any day!

Pegasus: *Neighs angerily* (At least everyone remembers who I am)

Chrysaor's eyes glow red underneath his golden mask, and Pegasus flies away spooked.

Chrysaor: That's right, fly away back to your Daddy Poseidon!

Medusa (only in Chrysaor's head cause she's dead): He's your daddy too.

Chrysaor swipes away the phantom image of his mom. Swatting away at her like a partially annoying pigeon (fitting since she has wings)

Chrysaor: Why does he get to have all the glory?! He's no better than a glorified taxi!

Poseidon: The best taxi that ever will be!

Chrysaor: Oh hi dad... You're giving out compliments today.

The only thing that can be heard is the sound of ocean waves.

Chrysaor: Should have expected that. Whelp I'm just going to continue training my sword fighting skills in hopes of getting my dad's attention.

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Love this so much! The Lightning effects are so amazing!!! 😍😍😍

Also, for more Octavian is the best boi and sibling trifecta, because there will be no Tavi hate in this house, I once again share this fanfic.

And this poem.

💛Octavian💛

Yellow.

Hitting people with that liking Octavian beam and he’s a magician to make him cooler.

Rest of the primary colors:

They are lil siblings your honor

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I love this song!!! Troy is such an amazing artist! Aquarius just feels so right, the talk about the heart and the world is so good!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm an Aquarius, and this is AMAZING!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Hades (Supergiant Games Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

For my dear friend V!

  Summary:

A masked man, otherwise known as Hawkmoth, smirks as he holds a fluttering butterfly in his grasp. In his other hand, he leans on a cane, his purple coat tails flaring dramatically behind him.

“Such a fragile thing...” the man says, closing his hand over the insect, “...life is.”

The soft crunch can be heard, and the man scoffs as he releases the butterfly. The small body falls to the ground, crumpled white wings and squished bleeding abdomen left on the cold, dark floor.

“Soon, though, I’ll be the master of it all!” The man yells, a pure grin plastered beneath his silver mask.

Only, the balance of life and death cannot be threatened so easily, and a rather protective god of destruction known as Plagg will not see his boy, his Adrien, hurt for a man's delusional gain! Even if it means trading in favors from other gods, the kwami will do whatever it takes to keep Adrien safe.

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#11 What if...

Danny Phantom and Zagreus met?

DP x Hades crossover

Flying through the air, so free, 

Gravity can’t touch me!

A Phantom, 

An echo on the earth, 

And yet I’ve never been so alive!

Running from infernals, trapped, 

Fire burning my feet into the ground.

A Prince, 

One the Fates were convinced to let exist, 

And yet I feel that I do not exist at all.

Danny ‘Fenton’ Phantom flew through what he thought was the Ghost Zone. The endless greens entrapping him in a dizzying maze. Really, he should know that the name, the Realm, wasn’t given to the deathless by humans. No, the Realm was given Her name upon the very beginning, of when the stars were not yet born. When space was not even a thought. Of when the Universe had not yet exploded into existence with a BANG!

It was the Before. And in that nothingness, in the complete antisis of what the abyss should be, a sort of life grew. A Realm, living and whole, and filled with an energy so opposed to what is now known as “true life.” This was the beginning of the Infinite Realms.

So, of course, a ghost who knew not of his true denizenship would get lost in the infinity that expanded out before him.

Still, the Realm loved each of Her subjects, but She especially loved Her dear Prince as he fought off the tyrant. Therefore, She guided the young one, and oh he was oh so young compared to Her — She who existed before All. Guided Phantom to a realm within her Realm, towards another deathless Prince who yearned for freedom and stars. 

Towards young Zagreus, son of Hades, cursed to an endless cycle of death and rebirth. That even the supposed life-giving air in which the living breathed in instead killed the prince. However, the Realm was truly infinite, a deathless Realm that surrounded the living, and She would never let Her subjects die upon seeing Her stars, Her sun, Her life.

Thus, the Realm set about for a duo seeking freedom and hope and acceptance to find one another. To search the stars together, escaping the bonds which chained them to the ground.

Notes:

I just wrote this today in my creative writing club and thought this would be a fun thing to post.

Don't worry, I haven't disappeared, I've just been swamped, but I do plan on posting more eventually!

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Oh, wow, I didn't know that! Thanks for the information! 😊

What does the dead dove tag mean?

Wonderful question!

“Dead Dove” comes from this scene in Arrested Development wherein the character Michel Bluth opens a brown paper bag that reads: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. He looks inside and sees what is in fact, a dead dove. The then says: “Well, I don’t know what I expected.”

In fandom, the tag has come to mean: “pay extra attention to the tags!” And/or “this fic is what it says on the tin!”.

So if, for example, a fic includes the tags: Body Horror, Gore, and Violence along with the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag, the author is saying “Hey I’m not joking about these tags! Read at your own discretion!”

The tag acts as an honest intensifier to whatever tags are already in the work, as the author using it wants to give a double warning for their content, that it may be triggering and that the reader should proceed with caution.

One fic tagged with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, also includes the tags: Seriously, this fic deals with some serious and disturbing content matter, mind the tags

Thanks for asking and happy reading!

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Follow the Light

Little lamb, lost in the dark,

We know all thy woes, thy hark.

We shine upon thee a blinding light,

Reaching past the abyss' might.

A mere shadow to life,

We'll save thou from strife.

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you need not suffer anymore

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Eternity

My last words,

The salt of my tears intermingled with the dust of the cosmos on my tongue.

My last breath,

Entwined with your blood, sweat, and grime.

My last heartbeat,

Ripped out, taken in your weary hands.

Our last life,

Our love forever in the eternity of our final rest.

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in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this