#dad!quicksilver

[bohnerrific69]

how peter's hair turned silver.

includes: some of my peter maximoff's headcanons.

content: aligned with mcu universe, forget mutations. fem!reader insert too. dad!peter mention, and luna maximoff as well (quicksilver's canon-daughter in the comics); her appeareance is ooc here. albinism and piebaldism mention. english is not my first language.

lia's notes.ᐟ this was supposed to be a silly post of me rambling some thoughts, but i always think deeper about peter so i transformed into a whole post! it's short but with much love. ♡ btw i'm biased with the mcu main universe, that's why i specifically imagine him here not being a mutant since born, yet having the origin of his powers outsourced (like wanda's and many other chars in mcu) by another happening in his childhood. fun fact: rogue from x-men has piebaldism too!!

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too many people didn't know, but peter's hair was brown before turning into silver, and the transformation of colors happened with some kind of — ancestral and dormant — piebaldism genes in the family being "activated" when he originated/got his powers.

and the reason why silver and not white? the true answer, he didn't know — or cared that much —, he didn't have any confirmation but peter's theory was that because he didn't have piebaldism actually present since was a baby, the brown wouldn't lose its colors that much, turning more into silver than white.

and besides him trying to dye his hair, it doesn't always stay the color he chose for very long, fading quickly because of this making him touch it up more often than a normal person if he wanted the different color to stay.

so he eventually ends up just giving up trying to hide it and learning to love this new style, embracing —one more, besides being an adhd neurodivergent— permanent statement of how different he was and would always be from all people. not that normal people would know how it happened and care that much how it looked, it was fun changing hair colors these days, even if the color peter (involuntarily) choosed wasn't that popular. but he couldn't evict that sometimes some other stupid teenagers in high school would make a big deal of this for him, so somehow minutes later they would always end up tripping or falling embarrassingly somewhere with their shoelaces tied up, how convenient.

jumping now to when peter has his thirties, with you already carrying the 'ms. maximoff' name around wherever place you'd go with the ring he put on your finger and the baby on you as well, — luna, name your husband suggested and you agreed on keeping it — she already was in her shiny 6 years old, speeding and yapping around as a mini feminine copy of peter.

neither you nor him knowed what to expect of a child like luna, her personality or appearance. — "surprise is the main element in the blood of the maximoffs" he chuckled with tempering tears still present when he first saw the tiny little bundle of joy in his arms. — but when she arrived, you couldn't be more happy, your little powerpuff girl.

peter's theories about his transformed hair and genetics possibly passing to his children couldn't be more right when he saw her, it felt almost like a funny easter egg about him and his family now. some piebaldism genes were passed to his little girl, who had a white-silverish hair and violet eyes that resonated to her own powers; standing out among other people wasn't difficult.

pretty sure it doesn't matter if the baby isn't luna, if it's a baby boy too, the first-born would always look like a mini copy of peter, what can we say? his genes are strong, the powers helped a bunch enhancing that. if you both wanted more kids after, they would always gracefully be a match between you and him, the personalities and physiques too. the most highlighted part of each one of them that be screaming "quicksilver's kids" would be their hairs with white or silverish hairstreaks, the piebaldism present now in the family for a long long time.

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[deyageka]

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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:

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[stinkrat-aleks]

Magneto’s babies, all grown up <3

monochromatic version because they’re powerpuff girl coded:

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Just had a realization about two of my favorite ships

Silly little blue guy that grew up in the circus

Speedster

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Peter: *entering Charles office* Hi Dad!

Erik: *from somewhere behind the door* Hi Peter.

Peter: Oh, hello Erik, I didn't saw you there.

[lostreverb]

nighttime reading

(dad!peter maximoff x fem!reader) in where your husband's on night duty and runs into a bit of trouble trying to prep a bottle...

content: fluff (idk that's really it), daughter's name is luna b/c uhm canon ig!, might ooc or like lack of character idk I'm not great a writing peter aha..

a/n: started this WIP a while ago but the evanverse discord gave me the inspo to finish it so this is for them LOL

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3 AM. once again the baby monitor fires up, the shrieking wails of your newborn waking you. you begin to instinctively rise from your laying position with a groan. you get about halfway up before your husband peter wraps a toned arm around you, pulling you back in.

"nggh... babe..." you protest his affections with irritated whines, knowing you need to be tending to your daughter right now not cuddling (as much as you wanted to).

peter lets out a low hum and peppers your face with soft kisses. you try to fight the impending slumber but your eyes begin to flutter through his attempts to coax you back to sleep.

"i've got'er..." he mumbles into your hair, giving you one last squeeze before getting out of bed himself and trudging across the way to the nursery.

"alright, kiddo work with me tonight we've gotta let your mama get some rest..." peter turns the soft light lamp on, walking over to the crib he so awesomely built without reading the instructions (by far one of his greatest achievements... aside from creating his daughter of course).

he leans over to see the 2 month old's tiny and delicate body tense as she cries, hands gripped in small tight fists.

with a gentle touch, he lifts luna from the crib, cradling her securely in his arms. he rocks her softly, bouncing slightly on his feet.

for a moment, the cries soften, and peter breathes a quiet sigh of relief. but then she lets out another sharp wail, a hungry, insistent cry that lets him know she’s not going to be easily soothed tonight.

peter heads downstairs with her, still adjusting to this slower way of moving. normally, he’d zip around the house at inhuman speed, but with a newborn, that’s a no-go. for the past couple months, he’s been learning to slow down for her—taking the stairs, walking instead of zooming. he’d even forced himself to learn to drive. slowing down had sucked, but for his two favorite girls he’d do anything.

in the kitchen, he opens the fridge and sighs when he realizes the last bottle is gone. all that’s left is frozen breast milk, and luna’s cries tell him that waiting for it to defrost isn’t an option. no way is he waking you up either. it’ll have to be formula.

peter opens a cabinet and grabs the formula container, peering at the label and trying to remember the steps you’d shown him. he squints at the tiny font, racking his brain. “uh… powder or water first? shit, i can’t remember…you don’t happen to remember, do you?”

he chuckles and glances down at luna his expressioin shifting when he sees her little face red and frustrated. a pang of guilt hits peter. he should’ve paid more attention when you taught him. “sorry, baby girl. i know. don’t worry, i’ll figure it out.”

he squints at the label again, bringing it close to his face. the letters on the label were pretty much illegible to his eyes, no matter how close he brought the container to them. “stupid tiny words…” he mutters. “your old man’s getting old, luna…”

peter huffs, finally accepting the inevitable, and heads to the bathroom. reaching into the bottom drawer, he pulls out a small glasses case he’s been hiding from you. using his free hand he brings the glasses up and flips them open using his mouth to slip them on. he hates how he looks in them and hates how they feel on his face, but damn... he really needed them. he stares down at the canister, finally able to read the label and prepares the bottle carefully, determined to get it right for her. no more bsing the things he couldn't read.

as he finally settles into the couch with luna nestled in his arms, feeding her the bottle he’s made, he finds himself gazing at her small face. for the first time, he can clearly see every detail—the curve of her cheeks, the faint little dimples, the perfect mix of both of you in her delicate features.

“i’m holding the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms… did you know that?” he whispers softly. luna’s innocent, unfocused eyes meet his, and she keeps suckling, making him chuckle. “ahh, i’m sure you know. your parents aren’t too bad-looking either, huh?”

“looks like i’ve been demoted from my title,” you say with a sleepy smile as you step into the kitchen. “rightfully so… she’s pretty cute.”

“she is…” peter agrees, glancing up at you with a soft smile. “but babe, you should be sleeping”

“just needed some water,” you say, moving to the sink and filling a glass.

he nods, watching you as you sip, your gaze shifting to the open formula container and his glasses, still perched on his nose. “couldn’t read the label?”

"uh- well- yeah... how did you-"

“the glasses,” you both say at the same time, sharing a laugh.

“i actually like them on you,” you say with a smirk. “honestly, it’s… kind of hot.”

peter, well aware of his bedhead, the beginnings of stubble, and his deep set eyebags, laughs. “I think you need more sleep.”

“well, maybe,” you say with a yawn. “but hey before I head back up.. I just wanted to tell you... I’m proud of you. I know you feel lost sometimes with little luna and me, but you’re doing a great job, babe. you’re a good dad.”

hearing your words, peter feels the weight of his self doubt lighten. becoming a parent scared the shit out of him, especially since he didn't really have a father figure to go off on. but hearing this from you, he feels a rush of gratitude and relief.

when you finish your drink, he takes your glass, setting it aside as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “go get some rest...”

you press a soft kiss to his lips, squeezing him in a quick hug before leaning down to gently stroke luna’s head. then you head upstairs. peter watches you go, smiling to himself, then looks down at his daughter with a chuckle.

“hey, luna,” he whispers, stroking her cheek. “you okay with your old man looking like a grandpa?”

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[superherotiger]

QUICKSILVER APPEARED IN THE X FACTOR TEAM PHOTO GUYS I'M LOSING MY MIIIIND!!!

[wyyrmwood]

Watched all the X-Men movies again recently and this scene just spoke to me, like divine intervention.

I love making stuff like this, and as my friend pointed out I accidentally made this pan colors so do with that what you will 🏳️‍🌈

Hey psst, here's a silly little link to my shop if you'd like a sticker or something :)

[uniquecellest]

I know it's funny to think that out of all the kids Erik has, especially Pietro, Lorna, and Wanda he's the last to know about any romantic interest their father has

HOWEVER

I politely disagree with this. I think Pietro is the first to know but Lorna and Wanda ignore him bc they think they know their dad best.

Pietro: Dads in love with Professor Xavier.

Loran and Wanda: *laughing* yeah. Yeah. Sure he is.

Erik: So. . . . Charles and I are getting married

Lorna and Wanda: 😱😱😱😱

[marchsfreakshow]

...211 from the prompt list with Dilf!Peter? (Dilfsilver my beloved)

Unacceptable! (Jokingly, Of Course)

Fluff

Dilfsilver my love. Absolutely ur so right w this anon :3 (adding a cute little bit at the end bcs my love for dad!peter is killing me)

"Can I call it Derek?"

You both stared at Luna who was holding a grubby, borderline feral grey tabby in her tiny arms as she walked in the front door.

Peter gave her a smile and just nodded for a moment before taking your arm and leading you into the kitchen, closing the door behind you. "...Peter she can't keep a cat! She's messy enough as it is!"

"oh pfpfptf of course she can! We have plenty of room. Besides, it might be an outdoor cat and we have a massive garden." He quickly argued, his head held high as he crossed his arms.

"it's unacceptable Peter! If she adopts one, she's undoubtedly going to adopt more strays! She's ten!

"I don't care if she's ten, she cannot be led to believe that Derek is an acceptable name for a cat!"

You rolled your eyes, almost annoyed at Peter for completely disregarding your words. Luna was a smart girl, you both knew that. She'd fully cleaned the kitchen after making a mess of the Mac and cheese she promised she could cook. Just to watch you cook another batch from Peter's arms.

Peter realised your exasperated, tired look and sighed, stepping forward and started rubbing your arms gently. "Okay, how about, one or two weeks of Luna caring for this cat, no matter what it's called...and then we'll see if it's acceptable." He then kneeled down and kissed your belly gently. "Your big sister is so smart dude, she's keeping a cat!"

You just chuckled at Peter's whispered words to the small bump, before he got up again and opened the kitchen door. "Luna! You're keeping the cat!" He grinned and stepped towards Luna who was now sitting by the door, watching the cat sniff everyone's shoes. For some reason. "For two weeks. As a test period. You don't know what your little brother could be allergic to."

"Noir isn't meant to arrive for another few months!"

"let's see a name which is acceptable for your cat. Cause Derek certainly isn't."

[trainee-trickster]

I really need to get a scenario where Peter lets slip a "Dad" while talking to Erik (who doesn't know their related), and Peter going full stress about it and Erik being fine about it, thinking it's just casual appreciation and trust, and a bit of an accident (like when a kid call their teacher mom or dad).

[moonleey]

Fun fact:

David Haller (Charles Xavier’s son) looks more like Erik, than Peter.

[stinkrat-aleks]

"what are you ':3'ing about" POOR PETER 😭

He can only smile one of two ways

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Okay this is a good concept to me that I’ve had in my head for ages but love the idea of Charles and Erik being married and raising a baby Peter/Pietro (Depending on which name version you want to use) and everyone is surprised as he grows up because Peter’s really chill and quite funny and despite being a little mischievous is generally a sweet kid and they all thought he’d be more like Erik (they’re all used to Erik’s grumpy persona because they don’t know him as well as the family do and Erik is more likely to be kind to his husband and children than random people) and they’re like oh well he must be a little more like Charles then.

The thing that makes them think oh shit there’s Erik is when someone insults or hurts Charles in front of Peter and he gets the most furious look on his face that matches the look Erik gets when someone hurts or insults Charles.

I need fic recs please!

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Gamquick and Nightsilver are so funny in a Rogueneto context

[inmymagnetoera]

Pietro: *Enters silently through the window at three in the morning*

Erik, turning on the lamp: "Would you like to tell me where were you all this time?"

Pietro: "Uh, I was with Professor Xavier!"

Charles, turning on the other lamp next to Erik: “Do you want to try again?”

Pietro:

Pietro: "Are you... Are you wearing my father's pajama pants?"

Charles: “You're not the one asking the questions here.”