X-Men one shots that will tie directly in with my main X-Men AU revolving around David Xavier-Lehnsherr, Kurt Wagner and Remy LeBeau.

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The young lady limped weakly up the church stairs, clutching her swollen belly as she banged on the door. "S'il vous plait…" she begged, wincing in pain as her sweaty red hair clung to her forehead, "….S'il vous plait, please! Please, let me in!"

Despite it being almost midnight, the large wooden door creaked open and a monk peeked his head out of the door. "Can I help you my child?" he asked, scanning her from head to toe.

The woman knew how she looked…dressed in the clothing of a prostitute and heavily pregnant, she wasn't exactly the type allowed into churches. "Please…."she begged again, "….my baby!"

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually the monk opened the door wide enough to grant the lady entrance, although she was left to enter on her own accord. Once inside, she collapsed to the ground and groaned, "My baby! Something's wrong!"

At the commotion, several other monks came rushing in, with many of them rushing straight back out…hopefully to get supplies for the birth. The Archdeacon of the church stepped forwards and helped the lady to lie down. "Do not worry my child. Everything will be alright….just take deep breaths for us."

She was encouraged to lie back on a pile of blankets as the labour continued, with monks rushing backwards and forwards in order to provide comfort.

The labour lasted well into the early hours of the morning, and the pain was excruciating. She screamed throughout the entire process until finally, the Archdeacon held up a crying boy, handing it to another monk in order to allow them to clean the child and wrap him up in blankets. "It is a boy my child…" he whispered soothingly.

"Archdeacon!" cried out the monk who had been handed the baby, panic clear in his voice, "Archdeacon!"

"What?"

The monk came rushing back over and handed the baby back, obviously eager to get rid of the child. When the Archdeacon glanced down, he flinched back in shock. "Le diable!" he hissed

"What's wrong?" cried out the woman, "What's wrong with my baby?!"

Thrusting the baby back into the monks' arms, the Archdeacon clicked his fingers and two monks grabbed the woman by her arms and dragged her up. "Satans' whore!" he hissed, "Your child is le diable! The devil incarnate!"

"I-I don't understand!"

The monk holding the, now crying, baby stepped forwards and showed her the face of her son….and his eyes. They were completely black with blood red irises.

"How dare you!" growled the Archdeacon, "How dare you come into this holy place and give birth to the son of Satan?!"

"I-I didn't know, i-"

"Take her away! She is a witch…and shall be treated as such!"

"N-no! Please!"

Her cries went unanswered as she was dragged away. Watching as she went, the Archdeacon sighed…it was likely she would only be locked up for life, not burnt at the stake as witches used to be. Still…she would die, and that was all that mattered.

"Archdeacon, what about…it?" asked the monk carrying the child.

"…Leave in a nearby alley. It's God's decision over what will happen to it now."

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"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU RED-SKINNED BASTARD!"

Azazel winced at the anger in his wife's voice, tail twitching nervously behind him. Seated next to him, outside of the mansion's infirmary, was little Anna-Marie (who preferred to be known as Rogue). He and Raven had adopted the little girl after finding her on the streets, just after she ran away from her biological Aunts'

Rogue turned to him and frowned, "Azzy, why's Ray-Ray screamin' like dat?"

Erik Lehnsherr, who was seated next to his heavily pregnant husband, grinned. "Your Daddy's been sticking his n-"

"Erik!" scolded Charles.

"I was going to say nose!"

Charles simply rolled his eyes and smiled at his adoptive niece. "Your Mummy's having a baby. You're going to have a little brother!"

Scrunching her nose up, Rogue shook her head, "Don't want one…" she mumbled, "…Wanda says brothers suck!"

Raising his eyebrow at his daughter, who was playing with her dolls on the floor (and ignoring the conversation), Charles sighed. "Wanda and Pietro….are very competitive sweetie, they both want to win. Wanda's just frustrated because of that…your little brother will be much too young to play for a while."

Rogue frowned slightly, before nodding decisively. "Okay…because Wanda and Pietro are twins right?"

"That's right. They just argue a bit more than other brothers and sisters, that's all."

"Does that mean that Wanda will like her new brother better than Pietro?"

Charles rested a hand on his protruding stomach and shook his head, "Of course not sweetie….I'm sure Wanda will love them both the same."

There was another scream from within the infirmary until….silence. After a couple of seconds, there was the sound of a baby crying and a nurse (who was a fellow mutant and often came to help with events such as this) came into the waiting room.

"Congratulations!" she beamed at Azazel, "You're the Father of a baby boy. Don't worry, the mother and child are both completely fine."

"We can go see them?" asked Azazel, clearly trying not to be too eager.

The nurse nodded, "Of course! Are you all immediate family?"

Charles stood up, with a little help from Erik, "I'm her brother…Erik are you going to-"

"Nein liebling…" chuckled Erik, catching Pietro by the metal of belt buckle as he zoomed past, "…me and the twins will stay out here. I think Pietro is a bit too rambunctious at the moment."

Nodding in understanding, Charles kissed his husband on the cheek and followed Azazel, Rogue and the nurse into the room. Lying on the bed, was a clearly exhausted Raven, who was beaming down at a bundle of blankets in her arms.

Upon seeing her husband, Raven waved him over. "Look…" she whispered, "…he looks just like you."

Azazel went around the side of the bed and his eyes widened at the sight of his son. The boy was a dark blue/indigo colour, with pointed ears and a little tail just peeking out of the blankets. With black hair and yellow eyes, their son was a perfect mixture of the two. Gently, he grabbed a hold of his son's hand, grinning at how his son weakly gripped it.

"He's perfect…" chuckled Azazel, wincing slightly when Rogue climbed up onto his knees in order to get a better look, "….are we still going to call him Kurt?"

Charles seemed shocked at this, so Raven smiled at him. "I wanted something positive associated with that name…no more fear okay?"

There was silence for a few moments, before Charles nodded in agreement. "No more fear."

"Erik!" sobbed Charles as he gripped his husband's hand, "Shit! How is this more painful than the twins?!"

Erik, who was desperately trying not to wince at the pain, just smiled. "Well the twins were overdue by a few days. They were probably eager to-"

"Shut up! This is your fault! Why did I let you do this to me again?!"

Wisely, Erik chose to remain silent as the grip on his hand tightened and the yelps and screams of pain continued. He winced as a sudden headache came on, and judging by the look on the nurse and Hank's face, they felt it as well.

"Liebling…" whispered Erik, "…Liebling I know it hurts, but you're projecting!"

Charles twisted his head to stare at his husband, tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll-"

Another contraction hit, interrupting him as pain shot through everyone.

"Okay…" whimpered the nurse, who was clearly trying to remain in control, "….just one more push professor. I can see the head now….one more push okay?"

Charles nodded weakly, the grip on Erik's hand tightening again as he pushed through another contraction. There a sudden sense of relief as a baby's cry echoed throughout the room.

"It's a boy!"

As the nurse went to wash the screaming baby, Erik stroked Charles's hair away from his eyes. "It's okay…It's okay."

After a couple of minutes, the nurse handed the baby over to Charles, who cooed at him. "Look at you! Look Erik!"

Erik lifted his son into his arms and beamed, "He looks just like you…" he whispered. The child had the same facial structure and gorgeous blue eyes of his husband, although the hair shade seemed to be similar to Erik's own hair, "….same eyes, same cute nose. He's perfect."

As the pair admired their son, there was a knock on the door and Raven peeked her head in, Kurt wrapped up in her arms. "Permission to enter?" she giggled, eyes immediately focusing on the new born.

Erik waved her in, but just as the shapeshifter entered, there was a gust of wind and Wanda and Pietro appeared on the edge of the bed.

"Letmesee! Letmesee!" the young boy babbled excitedly, holding his arms out to hold his new brother.

Chuckling, Erik handed their son over to Charles and lifted Pietro onto his knee, bracing him so that Pietro could hold his new brother securely. "What do you think kid?"

Pietro just stared at the baby in silence…however, Wanda clearly wasn't happy.

"Honey…" began Charles in concern, "…honey, what's wrong? Don't you want to meet your new baby brother?"

Wanda shook her head, crossing her arms and pouting. "Don't want new brother…"

"Why not?"

"Don't wanna get rid of Pietro!"

As Wanda buried her face into Charles's chest (missing her Dad's wince), her two parents glanced at each other in amusement. Charles chuckled, "Oh love, we don't have to get rid of Pietro! It just means you'll have two brothers now, instead of one."

"…Promise?"

"Of course….now would you like to meet him?"

Wanda nodded, carefully holding her arms out as the baby was placed in them. She stared at him for a few moments, before nodding. "I guess he's not too bad…he's quieter than Pietro."

Erik chuckled at this (and Pietro's indignant 'Hey'). "Not for long Schatz."

"What's he called?"

"Well, we decided to call him David."

Wanda mouthed the name, before nodding again. "I like it."

"We're glad you approve your highness."