I have so many unpublished fanfic in the works and this is one of them. Pictures from #pinterest
OC: Helen Mitchell (Karen Gillan), Magnus Lensherr #imagine
one shot Helen ran to see her youngest son covered in flames, but he’s unaffected by it. The flames quickly dissolved until nothing was left, but smoke and ashes. Pietro arrived with his twin, Wanda. Wanda quickly ran to her mother and brother. “I’m fine, really I am”, said Magnus. “What were you doing?”, Helen hugged her youngest son. “Trying to prove a point”, said Pietro. “Well, it’s proven”, said Magnus. When Charles came for help, Helen was a little reluctant, especially in letting her children fight some ancient mutant with unimaginable power. She saw him and he saw her. Helen rushed to Erik. “Erik stopped, please!”, Helen pleaded. “We won’t have to hide anymore, Helen. We can be free”, said Erik. “And let that tyrant control us. I rather die”, said Helen. As Helen pleaded Erik to stop, her three children struggled to fight Apocalypse. Helen could sense them in danger. “They’re your children! He’ll kill them, Erik!”, said Helen. Erik frowned. How was it possible? He looked over at the battlefield - one with some sort of energy projection, one with speed and the other one was defending himself with a wall of fire. His eyes rimmed with tears, remembering his daughter that died recently. He wasn’t alone, not anymore. The table was turned and Erik helped the X-Men to defeat Apocalypse. When the truth was let out, Pietro chuckled. “I was right”, he held out his hand to Magnus. “Really? Now?”, Wanda shook her head. “Are you coming home?”, asked Helen. “If you still want me”, he said. She held her hand to him. Erik remembered that smile when he first met her in Paris. She told him when she was pregnant - after their fling in Paris and the second time they met - that one night when she sheltered him after the whole nuclear missile in Cuba. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked. Helen shrugged. “I thought..., what we had was just..., nothing. At least, that’s what I think you think”, she said. Erik kissed her. He rested his forehead against hers. “Guys, we can be romantic later when we go home”, said Pietro.