The Rest Of The MCU Fandom: "Oooh, Moon Knight Famdom, You're Looking Chipper Today. Did You Get Some

The Rest of the MCU fandom: "Oooh, Moon Knight Famdom, you're looking chipper today. Did you get some good news about the Moon boys?"

Us: "They're coming back!!!"

Them: "Aw neat! For a season 2?"

Us: "...they're coming back."

Them: "Oh. Um, do you know when? What they're appearing in?"

Us: "...they're...they're coming back."

Legal Guardian

Writer's note: I miss Dadneto. We were robbed. Also love Charles Xavier as Peter's unofficial father figure. Also the gif isn't mine.

It wasn't Peter's first time in police cell, and he was sure it won't be his last. Peter Maximoff sat alone in his cell, bored out of his mind.

He was caught for stealing. Again. Yes, he could've just escaped like usual but he didn't want to really be on the run forever.

"Mr. Maximoff, your mother is not picking up the phone. Is there any other adult that we may call? Your father perhaps?" The officer says, holding a phone in his hand.

Peter bites his cheeks. His father... Erik Lehnsherr. No, he didn't even know Peter was his son. It would be a terrible time to break the news. 'Hey Erik, fun fact! I'm your son! Now can you bail me out of prison?' It would absolutely tarnish his relationship with the man.

"Uh, yeah," Peter says. "I guess you can call uh Charles Xavier. He's not my dad, but... he's close enough."

"Splendid," The officer says, smiling at the boy. “What’s the number?”

~

"I see... Of course... I'll be there... Thank you."

Charles Xavier run's his hand through his hair, putting the phone down. He sighs.

"What was that all about?" Erik asks, moving his chess piece.

"It was Peter, he's currently detained. I need to bail him out," Charles says, putting on a brown coat. "Guess, we'll have to continues this later, Erik."

Erik looks back at Charles. His mind reeling. Peter was detained? Whatever for?

For stealing

The voice rung in Erik's head. Erik glares at Charles who only smiles at him. Amusement lacing his face. "Well then, I'll just follow you," Erik says, standing up and getting his leather coat.

Charles purses his lips. He didn't know if that would be the best course of action. Especially since Erik was Peter’s father. But how else would be deny Erik.

“Come on, we better hurry. I would rather Peter not be stuck in that cell for any longer,” Erik says, summoning his keys and patting Charles on the shoulder. Charles nods.

~ “Your legal guardian in here Mr. Maximoff.”

“Legal guardian?” Peter says, looking up.

“Uh, no, I’m sorry, i’m not his legal guardian,” Charles says, smiling awkwardly to the officer.

“How did you get yourself into this situation now, Peter?” Erik asks, touching the cold metal bars. He wanted nothing more than to bend it, but alas, Charles would’ve scold him for it. Peter freezes, noticing Erik who was smiling softly at him. A lump forms in his throat. Why was he here? Peter didn’t answer Erik, only looking down at the grey floor.

“I see… Alright, thank you so much,” Charles says to the officer who opens the door of the cell. Peter quickly scampers out of the cell.

~

“We’ll be off now. Thank you officer!” Charles says, waving as he goes into the passenger seat of the car in which both Erik and Peter already were sat in.

Peter nervously fidgets in his seat. He always hated car rides. They were too slow in his opinion. And now he was stuck with Erik Lehnsherr. The one man he had been avoiding for all his life.

You should tell him the truth.

Peter purses his lips, looking up to see Charles staring at him, Charles nods at him. Gesturing for him to do it. Peter bites the inside of his cheek.

If you don’t, I will. Trust me Peter, He’ll be accepting.

Peter sighs, hearing Charles’ voice ring through his head. He clears his throat. “So, uh Erik, I have something I wanted to uh, share, with you…”

“Oh? And what is that?” Erik says, focused on the road. Peter looks at Charles who gives him a reassuring look.

“Well, uh… imyourson.”

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

“I’m… I’m your son,” Peter repeats, letting the words leave his mouth slowly and clearly. The car comes to an abrupt stop. No- I know I shouldn’t have done that-

“I- Your my son? Why… Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Erik says, turning back to look at Peter.

“Well I- I just- I didn’t know how you would react…” Peter admits, not daring to look his father in the eyes. Erik’s face softens.

“Oh Peter. Why would I be anything but overjoyed?” Erik says. Peter’s eyes widen as he looks back up to see Erik smiling, genuinely, at him. Erik turns back and starts driving.

Peter sits speechless, glancing at Charles who looks at him with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face. Peter scoffs, smiling at him.

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on then,” Erik says, breaking the silence.

“Son.”

idk what’s funnier to me, Ryan having his eyes closed during the Estes Spirit Box session only to have Shane go “I fought with a ghost”right after-

or

The possibility that Ryan could’ve just opened his eyes during the middle of the session and see Shane punching air randomly-

i’m gonna scream-

It was late at night (you held on tight) - Dadneto fic

Heyooooooo! It’s almost 2am and yet here I am, posting more soft dadneto because the brainrot is too deep and I NEED more dadneto content in my life asap! This is basically all fluff and cuddles, so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it haha. Love you all, and good night! -Superherotiger

For @sunsetuniverse

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The mansion was rarely a quiet place.

Children were constantly milling about from one classroom to the next, teachers could be heard lecturing from every hallway, and at least once a day, there was something being broken or going up in flames. Whether it was intentional or not was a concern for Charles, however. Because though he hadn’t rejected the idea completely, Erik had declined a teaching position for the time being, much to the disappointment of his old friend.

No, Erik had something far more important on his mind at the moment, and that was making up for lost time with his dear son, Peter.

When the boy had finally worked up the courage to tell him all those months ago, it almost felt too good to be true. A son. Erik’s son. Alive and well and all grown up- and God, what a gift that was. A privilege his other children had never been fortunate enough to know. But amidst all the agony and destruction that had encompassed Erik’s world, Peter was a spark of hope. A single ray of sunshine that kept him from drowning beneath the sorrow.

Energetic, quick witted, brave hearted Peter Maximoff.

His son.

The boy that -despite having almost every reason not to- chose to stay. Chose to be his.

Erik loved him with every fibre of his being, and he was determined to never lose a moment of their time together again. They had already lost too much…

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