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𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖

𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝟙𝟡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤.

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠

𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝟙𝟡

𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 𝟙𝕤𝕥 𝟙𝟠𝟜𝟝

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 ( 𝕆𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 ( 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.)

𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕌𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕟 ( 𝔹𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝟜𝕥𝕙 𝟙𝟠𝟞𝟚 )

𝕌𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 ( 𝔹𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝟜𝕥𝕙 𝟙𝟠𝟞𝟚)

𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤

𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 ( 𝟙𝟠𝟝𝟘-𝟙𝟠𝟞𝟚)

𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 ( 𝟙𝟠𝟞𝟜-- 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥)

𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕤 ( 𝟙𝟠𝟟𝟘

ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜𝕒𝕙 ( 𝟙𝟠𝟡𝟘

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖

𝕸𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖙

𝕳𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐

𝕿𝖎𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖒.

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖙

𝕸𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖘." 𝕾𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖁𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖒 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉

𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊

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*One Shot*

Wade channels his inner Professor X with he and Peter’s 7 month old and Peter (as usual) has no idea what he’s talking about

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Jackson Kenner - Forbidden Love - Part 2

Series Summary: You are the eldest daughter of the infamous hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. When you move to New Orleans with your father and your family, you meet and catch feelings for the werewolf, Jackson Kenner. You know your father would hate you being with Jackson, so the two of you do that cliché movie thing of sneaking around like teenagers. It all works until you get caught.

Part Summary: A couple of months have passed since you and Jackson fled your father’s home. You haven’t heard from him or the other members of your family ever since. Well, you’ve heard from Freya, Hayley, and Marcel. Surprisingly, your father contacts you and invites both you and Jackson over. At first, you and Jackson are reluctant to go, but you eventually decide to go. Will your family accept Jackson? Jackson makes a decision about something.

Pairings: Jackson x Fem!Reader, Klaus x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Jackson Kenner, Klaus Mikaelson, Mary Dumas, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Hayley Marshall, Hope Mikaelson, Crescent wolf pack 

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my beta!!

Part 1

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Jackson Kenner - Forbidden Love

You are the eldest daughter of the infamous hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. When you move to New Orleans with your father and your family, you meet and catch feelings for the werewolf, Jackson Kenner. You know your father would hate you being with Jackson, so the two of you do that cliché movie thing of sneaking around like teenagers. It all works until you get caught.

Requested by: Anon

Pairings: Jackson x Fem!Reader, Klaus x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Jackson Kenner, Klaus Mikaelson, Mary Dumas, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard. Hayley Marshall, Hope Mikaelson, Crescent wolf pack (Mentioned)

Warnings: Death threats (Klaus is a protective father), swearing (if you count ‘bloody hell’ as swearing)

A/N: Reader is around Hayley’s age for purposes of the story and per the request.

A/N/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @pollaluci for being my betas!!

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Secret Secret

Klaus Mikaelson x twin!reader

requested: yes (i mixed two requests tho) 

“ can you do a klaus imagine where his twin (reader) comes out to him as bi and dates caroline/elena??? thank u!! “

“ Hello, can you write imagine where reader is Klaus Mikaelson twin sister and once she started to see someone in secret, he realises that she hiding something and makes her tell him who is it that she is seeing? “

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The Mikaelson were always a tight family. Obviously they had their ups and downs, mainly because of Klaus, but still they always came back to each other. But the closest were always Niklaus and (Y/N). Wherever Klaus was, (Y/N) was there too. Only her held the record of never been daggered, granted the daggers didn’t work on her, but they all knew Klaus would never hurt her like that.

It was her who healed him everytime Mikael beated him, and it was him who always took the worst part, he alway took her place whenever Mikael remembered he had a another daughter. It was easy for him to know when something was up with her. And now, he knew. (Y/N) had been avoiding him for days. Always with Hayley and Hope, or busy trying to mediate with Marcel, who considered a son. But he knew she had a secret, he could feel it.

“Freya!” he announces himself appearing behind the witch.

“Niklaus, no need to shout, i’m right here.”

“Then be a darling and tell me what’s going on with my lovely twin sister.”

“Why don’t you just ask (Y/N) yourself?” the eldest of the Mikaelson asks already annoyed at her siblings.

“She’s been bloody avoiding me. I don’t even know what i did this time!”

“Then talk with her! I have no time for another petty fight between you two. You’re already interrupting my yoga, it’s not appreciated.” Freya replies flashing him a sarcastic smile, earning an eye roll before leaving her alone.

As Klaus walks around the compound looking for you, he hears it. Your rushed voice whispering something to your older noble brother.

“(Y/N), our brother may be a pain in the ass, but he loves you. More than anything in the awful earth. He’ll never hurt you like that, okay? Just talk to him, don’t be afraid.”

And with that, the blonde hybrid’s fears became reality. You feared him, your own twin brother. Normally making people fear him made him happy, made him feel powerful, but not with you. You fearing him hurt him.

Two days have gotten by, now Klaus being the one avoiding you. You figured he got tired of you ignoring him, so he got in a mood, nothing new when it came to your twin brother. But you needed to talk with him, so cornering him was the only solution.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Nik.”

“Funny. Could say the same thing.” he dryly says.

“Nik I need to talk with you.” you come closer trying to grab his hand only for him to reject you.

“I know. I heard you and Elijah talking.”

“What?”

“I heard how you fear me, you must despise me after all these years of my selfishes actions and ways. You want to leave me? My own blood hates me.” he starts to scream and rant, anxiety running through him as you hear his heavy breathing.

“No, no no no. Nik breath okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you, you know that.” you assure him bringing him in for a hug, caressing his head as when you were children. “That’s not what I was talking with ‘Lijah.”

“Then what it was? Why have you been avoiding me, and why were you afraid?”

“I’m seeing someone.” you carefully say, his stare from relieve turned into an overprotective one.

“I’ll kill him.”

“It’s not a “him”, it’s a “her”. I’m bisexual.” you say breathing as you tense, trying to anticipate his reaction. You loved him, he was your twin brother, but the fear of rejection was a huge issue for you, even more after the childhood Mikael gave you two.

“Oh little sister, i knew that.” he says laughing a little at your surprise face.

“What? How?”

“It was easy to tell you fancied Caroline way more than i did. Tried to win you, but i’m sure she hated you less than me.” he says smiling as he hugs you, kissing your head.

“So you knew and you didn’t tell me? You dickhead!”

“Well it wasn’t my thing to tell. Plus it’s natural little sister, women are beautiful and you always loved beautiful things. There’s nothing wrong or weird about you, (Y/N). It doesn’t make any difference, i’ll kill her too. I want you to be happy, my little hybrid.”

“Dammit Nik, you’re going to make me cry.” you laugh as he kisses your head again. “Also, note for the future, maybe stop killing my lovers!”

“Well maybe not that happy.” he smirks making you hit him on the arm. “Who is it then? Do i know her?”

“Well…” you awkwardly say. “You know how you just mentioned Caroline?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“You just never stood a chance brother.” you wink at the blonde one who rolls his eyes faking annoyance.

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A Piece of You 9

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Former Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: A lot of violence towards the end. Canon typical blood and gore, a baby Mikaelson showing off his power. 

Author’s Note: We’re reaching the end of this story guys. There is quite a bit that happens in this one. Thank you guys for being here with this one and the time it has taken to get it completed. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

A heavy presence of darkness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Mikaelsons. As they stood in the courtyard downstairs, they could feel it reach them within seconds. It filled every square inch contained inside the boundaries of the spell Y/N and Freya created. The last time some of them had felt the darkness surround them as they had, the Mikaelsons had saved Y/N from her Ascension.

While they all hoped that tonight would be uneventful, there was still the possibility of an unwanted outcome. When Y/N’s cry out to Elijah reached their ears moments before, they knew. They hadn’t missed the way Y/N had run in a panic for Henrik’s room. Hearing her call out to Elijah had confirmed their worst fears. Henrik had been taken right from under their protection.

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A Bourbon Street Wedding

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson! Reader

Part 4 of 4: ( Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Words: 3859

Summary: The big day has finally arrived.  You couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect. 

Notes: I can’t believe it’s been around 3ish years since I started this series. To anyone out there who is still reading, thank you! This is the final part in my Enzo and the Originals Series and I really hope you guys enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading! Warning: So much fluff ahead. Lovey dovey fluff, family fluff, just all kinds of fluff. 

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The New Orleans’ sound did not wake you up. It was the feeling of someone looming over you as you slept that crept deep into your slumbering mind and forced you awake. Your eyes fluttered open and you screamed. Caroline stood over you, hands on her hips and rage in her eyes. 

“How are you still sleeping?” She shrieked yanking the covers off of you. You groaned and turned your head to look at the alarm clock. “The wedding is only seven hours away! We need to get ready!” Enzo rolled over, covering his ears with his pillow. Caroline grabbed your hand and Enzo’s arm and dragged you out of the bed.  

“Caroline, I appreciate how much you’ve done to help, but-” Enzo started groggily. Caroline shoved a bag of hair product at him and pushed him out into the hall. 

“Damon got here earlier, he’s waiting downstairs for you.” 

“But-”

“No, buts, we are already way behind schedule.” Caroline huffed. Her planner-face calmed and she smiled at both of you, stepping to the side so you could look at each other. “Alright, you two. This is it.” The last time you would see each other before the ceremony. You just stared at Enzo, speechless. Neither of you could even begin to know what to say, so you just laughed nervously. Caroline slammed the door. “Okay, let’s do this.” 

Bonnie, Rebekah, and Hayley all burst into the room. Hayley pushed play on the stereo and music blasted, mostly cheesy romance songs that Caroline had insisted upon. Bonnie popped a bottle of champagne and Rebekah toyed with your hair while Hayley and Caroline talked about their daughters. 

“Hope is staying with her grandmother this morning. Mary is bringing her later.” Hayley explained. 

“Ric’s staying with the girls. He sends his best.” Caroline announced. You nodded and smiled. Alaric was your friend, despite his complicated relationship with the rest of your family. Then again, most of your friends had a complicated relationship with your family. Caroline scowled. “Stefan has elected himself as the selfless martyr who will not be attending so he doesn’t ‘cause a scene’.” She rolled her eyes. You took her hand swinging it back and forth playfully. 

“You deserve better.” You noted. Bonnie raised a glass.

“Amen to that.” She handed out the drinks and the morning passed by with many giggles and indecisive arguments over what color lipstick you should wear. When all was settled, you were cast into a frenzy of makeup and hair curlers until Caroline declared your look to be ‘just right’. 

Meanwhile, downstairs, a reluctant vampire stood outside the gate, tempted to turn around and run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Of course, the first person to greet him didn’t exactly put his mind at ease. 

“Damon Salvatore…” Klaus chuckled darkly. “What a pleasure to see you again.” 

“Niklaus.” Elijah called from inside. “Do stop frightening the best man.” The oldest living Mikaelson came out and stood by his brother. “Hello Damon.” Damon gave the pair a reluctant wave. The magic witchy Mikaelson- one that Damon didn’t even know existed until now- invited him in and the three lead him to the room where Enzo was getting ready. Damon death-glared him as Freya went upstairs and the brothers stood on either side of him, like minions of death. 

“Please tell me you’ve got bourbon.” He grumbled, side-glancing the two originals, waiting for one to pounce. Enzo watched in irritation as Damon threw his stupid, trademarked leather jacket onto the chair. Kol glared from his spot on the sofa. 

“I thought we’d already gone over the guest list.” He sneered. “I would’ve made sure that this-”

“Behave yourself Kol.” Elijah warned. 

“It’s nice to know none of you have changed.” Damon snarked, snatching up the bottle of bourbon on the side-table. He poured himself a drink and downed it quickly. “And neither has your taste in liquor.” Enzo growled.

“You’re here for a reason, Damon.” He groaned. “You already missed the bachelor party, now please, do something helpful.” 

“You missed one hell of a night, Damon.” Kol smirked, licking his lips. 

“Yeah, I heard about those call girls going missing.” Damon noted. “I’m surprised at you, Elijah. I never took you for one of us miscreants.” Elijah kept up his stoic expression, his tone betraying his slight annoyance.

“I refrained from last night’s activities.” 

“He was absolutely no fun.” Klaus whined. “Lovesick fool. Hayley’s practically got him on a leash.” Kol and Klaus both snickered. Elijah shook his head, but couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He really was a lovesick fool, not that he was ashamed to admit it. And with Davina and Cami both gone, he didn’t reprimand his brothers for their partying. 

“I believe that I was not the only so-called ‘buzzkill’ at the party.” He pointed out, his eyes on the groom. Damon’s jaw dropped. 

“Enzo?” He fake-gasped. “Has our blood-thirsty party man finally turned into a hopeless romantic?” Enzo rolled his eyes and shrugged. 

“Just because I’m not a brute, doesn’t mean I’m a hopeless romantic.” He smirked. “Undeniably in love, yes. But not hopeless.” 

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Shared Custody

Scott McCall X Reader!Platonic

Word Count: 1041

Requested: @emmyisawesome​

Request: Hey can you do an imagine where your stiles sister and you have a one night stand with Scott and then he gets with Allison but you and Scott are great co parents and you have twins one boy and one girl their names are Hayden and Claudia

You stood at the bedroom door of your little boy’s room, both your twins were early risers but Hayden was the one that was happy staying in his room until you emerged from yours so you expected him to be up already and you were right he was sitting on the floor with a few of his toys “Hey baby, you hungry?” You asked as you walked into the room, he looked up (his jaw slightly offset like his father) and nodded before pushing himself up to follow you “let go and find your sister.”

“I think she is downstairs.” He said. “Is that so?” You asked as you took his hand and you both went down the stairs, you found your little girl Claudia in the living room she was watching the T.V. “Claudia, are you hungry?” “Yeah, Mummy!” She answered as she shuffled herself off the couch to come over to you and Hayden, you led them both into the kitchen where you directed them to the kitchen table and then turned to the cupboard. “What do you guys want?” You asked. “Choco hoops!” Hayden cheered but you didn’t hear anything from Claudia but you reached for the box anyway before turning and looking at the girl who was looking at you as if she was thinking about something really hard. “Claudia are you okay?” You asked. “I want pancakes.” She finally says and you gave a soft laugh before looking at Hayden. “Are you sure that you want Hoops?” You asked, he nodded so you walked over to the fridge getting everything that you needed for the pancakes and cereal before making up the cereal first and then getting to work on the batter. After finally getting everything done you stood at the counter with your coffee in hand as you watched your two children interact. There was a time that you didn’t know if you could be a parent, you hadn’t planned to be, you and Scott had made a mistake after getting drunk, you knew that you couldn’t get rid of what you thought was one baby at the time and as scared as you were to tell everyone they were all very supportive, you and Scott were honest with each other and knew that you didn’t want to be together but he promised to be there for your kids and you were glad that he was still around to help you because there were times when you thought that you were never going to be able to be a good parent. You were brought out of your thoughts by a rather persistent knocking at your door. “Finish your breakfast.” You ordered before walking to the front door rolling your eyes when your eyes set on your older twin brother. “Stiles, what are you doing here?” “Have you forgotten that the BBQ is happening today?” He asked. “You’re supposed to be hosting it.” “I remember but that doesn’t explain why you are here.” You answered. “Well, I’m here to help you set everything up.” He answered. “You know there was a reason I didn’t want you to help me, I asked Scott and Allison to give me a hand.” You said as if on cue there was a knock at the door. “You are on kid duty until everything is set up outside.” “Wait, what was the reason you didn’t ask me?” He asked. “Dude you’re a hot mess I don’t want you organising anything.” You said as you opened the door.

You were well into the family BBQ when Hayden came over to you pushing himself up on the chair next to you “you okay baby?” You asked as he leaned over to cuddle into your side, your hand running through his soft brown hair. “How come Dad lives with Auntie Allison?” He asked softly, your eyes had been watching everyone else before your son spoke and you had spent enough time with Scott to know that he was listening to his little boy. “Because he loves Auntie Allison.” You answered. “Doesn’t Dad love you?” He asked. “Me?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed as he started to fiddle with your bracelet. “Not the same way that he loves Auntie Allison.” You answered, “why are you asking?” “All the other kids parents live together, Claudia said not to worry because Dad still loved us but I still wanted to know.” He shrugged, your eyes moved to your little girl who looked a lot like her father, she was playing with Liam and Theo. “She is right, Daddy does love you very much, we both do.” You promised as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah I guess.” He mumbled. “Hey, you think Grandpa loves you?” You asked. “Yeah!” He answered almost immediately. “What about Uncle Stiles?” You asked. “Yeah!” He cheered. “What about everyone else?” You asked, you watched as we looked at everyone here before finally answering you. “Yeah!” He answered. “See and they don’t live with us, they all love you and so does Dad.” You explained. “Where he lives doesn’t matter, I promise you that me and your Dad will be there the moment that you need us, now go have some fun little one.” The seat next to you was empty for a couple of seconds before Scott sat next to you. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I didn’t do anything.” You shrugged. “He just needed a little reassurance.” “How did we get so lucky?” He asked as he watched them both jump on Liam pinning him to the ground. “Lucky? This was hard work.” You reminded him. “And the work isn’t done yet, did you talk to Derek?” “Yeah he said we should start seeing signs when they hit puberty” He explained and you looked at him and smirked. “And if we do that’s your conversation to have, just don’t do what you did to Liam, I’m pretty sure that’ll just scare them.” You warned. “I’m not going to tie my kids to a chair,” He said and you shook your head. “I was talking about the speech.” You winked before walking over to your Dad and brother who seemed to have started arguing about something at the BBQ.

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Gif source:  Chris

Imagine finding your boyfriend, Chris Argent, asleep with yours and his baby. 

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It had been a week since you brought the newborn home from the hospital. Since then, it had become routine that Chris watch the infant while you managed to get in a shower before bed. Your breasts were sore, your back ached, and nothing could ease your near constant exhaustion like a nice, long shower at the end of a day filled with stumbling your way through parenthood.

Chris fared better, though the long years since he was last faced with an infant to care for had taken their toll, and though he was hardly a new parent, he still cradled the child as if he were afraid one wrong move would hurt the baby. The tile of the floor turns to carpet as you leave the en suite, cool air hitting your slightly damp skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can walk the span of the bedroom to nab your clothes out of the dresser, your eyes catch the sight on the bed, your ears picking up the soft snoring that came from the otherwise peaceful hunter. A smile comes to you, watching as the two of them slept peacefully. You knew, in the better part of your mind, that him falling asleep with the baby was dangerous, but the adorableness of the sight overpowered that initial instinct.

Moving quietly, you take the infant from its spot on his chest to lay your baby down in the bassinet near the end of the bed, grateful you don’t wake either of them.

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Did I hear someone say 'Big Daddy Mags'?

Erik is late. Even with his powers, meandering through Friday night traffic is a nightmare. He couldn’t have helped it though. Wanda had wanted her braid redone and Peter had been adamant on finding his silver jacket. At least they look docile now, sprawled on the back seat of the car- Wanda clutching her teddy bear to her chest and Peter ogling at his new goggles. He can only pray that they don’t start a fuss.

Erik thinks that this all too early. But Charles had insisted that he wanted to meet the kids. What was the hurry? They had known each other for only three months and been only on a couple of dates. He had not voiced any of his concerns at the time. But now, he’s sure that this is a very bad idea. He really likes Charles. Genius, smart, kind, mutant and gorgeous Charles. And his kids have a tendency of scaring away his potential partners. The last time it had happened, Emma had ran away like she’d seen wildfire.

It’s not that his children are monsters. No. Never that. But sometimes, they are unruly and unpredictable with strangers. Especially Peter. They had talked about it and the children had promised to be on their best behaviour for the entirety of the night.

Finding it difficult to shake off his building nerves, Erik pulls his shields up and decides to keep it that way for the rest of the night; lest he scares away Charles with his feelings instead of his children.

Introductions go swimmingly well. His five year olds seem timid at first but quickly warm up to Charles. A waiter takes their order of soup. When Charles enquires them about their mutations, Peter dashes off around their corner of the restaurant in quick laps and Wanda levitates her teddy bear a few feat up in the air, red sparks flying with it. Erik can’t help the proud smile that threatens to split his face every time the children display their powers. Charles- who is now wedged between Wanda and Peter on the other side of their round table- seems equally enthralled by the little show, laughing and commending them on their control.

A few minutes after soup is served, Wanda turns towards Charles and says innocently, ‘I like your mind. It’s warm. I didn’t like Ms. Frost’s. I was sharp and cold.’

‘Well, thank you sweetheart. I like your mind too,’ Charles replies with a genuine smile.

With his shields still intact, Erik reaches out to Charles telepathically. I’m sorry. She still doesn’t have control over her telepathy.

Charles looks up at him and smiles. It’s fine Erik. She’s just curious. No harm done.

Wanda senses the exchange between the two and continues, ‘I love my Daddy’s mind too. It’s my favourite minds after Nana’s.’

Erik should be disappointed that his daughter would pick his Mother’s mind over his, but he’s not. Probably he would do the same.

Charles laughs warmly and says, 'I like your Daddy’s mind too.’

Erik gets too busy arranging his square cloth on his lap to hide the flush on his face.

That is when his treacherous son opens his treacherous mouth.

'You’re very good looking,’ Peter starts. 'Is that why my Daddy loves you?’

Erik chokes around the first sip of soup. It’s bloody fucking hot. His tongue might have burnt for good. He hears Charles stuttering across him but he doesn’t lift his head from where he has bent down to sip on the soup.

'Does he now? I didn’t know that,’ Charles says recovering. His voice still catches on 'know’.

'Yes, yes! he does,’ Wanda says, motivated by Peter’s brevity. ‘He even keeps looking at your photo on his phone.’

Dammit. Telepath. Wanda’s use of her telepathy so erratic that Erik has to remind himself to keep his thoughts behind shields.

Suddenly, the constituents of his soup become very important to Erik. There’s coriander… pepper. There’s salt. Definitely salt.

He catches Peter’s voice again. 'Mr. Charles, did you know that my Daddy can control metal? Even big ones?’

'Yes dear, I do. Your Daddy has a very unique mutation.’ Charles says. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice.

‘He had dressed as Magneto- the metal bender of our birthday,’ Peter continues, not wiser of his father’s mortification. 'Our friends loved it very much.’

Wanda adds cheerfully, 'Daddy danced with me on Ballet class Annual day. He even wore a pink cape.’

Erik lifts his head up on instinct and corrects, 'It was Maroon Wanda.’

It's​ a mistake. He catches Charles’ eye. It’s bright with a undecipherable emotion in it.

Erik ducks his head again, concentrating on adjusting the cloth on his lap.

'Remy and Kitty love Daddy’s Magneto very much,’ Peter says. He’s never this talkative with strangers. ‘They call him Daddy Mags!’

This time, Erik coughs around his mouthful of water. Droplets of water go flying across the table. He quickly recovers and apologises, dabbing down his shirt and then the table.

Wanda continues, ignoring his presence, ‘Even the Mommies in my Ballet class love my Daddy a lot.’

This was new information to Erik; but at this moment, he doesn’t know if he should be proud or alarmed.

When Erik looks up again, Charles is looking at him with the same expression in his eyes. There’s even a smile on his face. But a smile could mean anything- from a friendly greeting to passive derision. Hell, he knows it by personal experience. He uses his to scare away people.

Erik wants to reprimand the children and tell them to start on their dinner. But they carry on relentlessly, Daddy this… Daddy that… Charles’ responses encourage​ them even more. His children never spoke like this to strangers. Erik doesn’t know what’s gotten into them.

He wishes he could hear Charles’ thoughts now. It’s unnerving to not know what Charles is thinking. Whether he wants to run away like Emma or not. He wouldn’t blame Charles if he wants to distance himself.

He sighs, gazing into his now cold soup.

Erik is startled by a hand on his arm. Charles is on his side, sliding into the chair next to him. The twins have vanished to admire at fishes on the other side of the restaurant.

'Don’t be so embarrassed Erik,’ Charles tells him smiling. 'They were only telling me things they love about you, hoping that it will get me to love you.’

And is it working? Erik has the mad urge to ask.

Charles scoots closer to him, ducks his head, tracing a fingertip from his wrist to forearm, says in a sultry voice: 'Too bad. They didn’t have to take the trouble.’ He looks up at Erik through lowered lashes. ‘Because, I already love you… Daddy.’

Everything that happens after is a complete blur. The bowls of soup fall over both Charles and him. Erik supposes that it has something to do with his hands falling limp on the table on hearing Charles’ words. The commotion pulls the children’s attention. Peter zooms past them causing several glass plates to shatter in his wake. Wanda’s teddy bear goes missing in the confusion. It takes them forever to find Mr. Bear and soothe a crying Wanda. By the time they pay for the damages and reach home, it’s way past the twins’ bedtime. Charles volunteers to help clean the children and put them to bed. It’s way past midnight when they sleep themselves. But in the morning, when Charles plods into the kitchen in nothing but his cape draped around his body, Erik realises that the previous night was worth enduring. Completely worth. Over and again.

———- Ya. I got carried away with this one. Couldn’t help myself. Sorry. And I had to repost this because Tumblr stopped working!

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Charles, on the phone with Peter: My phone seems to be telling me you're in Argentina, would you care to explain?

Peter, holding his phone at arm's length: What's that??? I'm suddenly getting static here, oh no, there goes my connection *hangs up*

Charles: I hate teenagers sometimes.

Erik, raising an eyebrow: Only sometimes?

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Erik Visiting the Xavier Mansion

Peter: =ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Erik: Woah, you're getting faster and faster!

Peter: Eh, I'll never be as fast as you when you abandoned my mom and I.

Erik:

Erik: What?

Peter:

Peter: =ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Erik: I’m busy

Peter: will drinking 36 Red Bulls consecutively enhance my mutation or will I just die?

Erik: I’m coming over

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Happy belated father’s day Dadneto.