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Dad!Magnus Bane*Similar but saved

Requested by via tumblr.

The title is a work in progress so if you've got any  ideas for the title tell me please because I hate this title.

(Set in the 1900's when he first came to New York)

As Magnus walked through the streets of busy New York he noticed how different it was then England. The air was thicker and the people busier. People pushed and shoved past the magical man, only muttering under their breaths about his 'eccentric' clothes and different skin. As it was late however more and more people left the street although they were certainly not empty.

As Magnus walked passed a side street he heard a  bang as if someone had slammed a door. Ever so curious the warlock entered the side street slowly. "You little piece of crap!" he heard a man yell. Magnus sped up but stayed unnoticed by the other two people. A deranged looking man shoved a small child of around nine years old against a wall. The child was silent, looking their father directly in the eyes which only seemed to madden him.

"You're an abomination. A heretic. What even are you-you little freak?" The man shoved the child harder into the wall when he was met by silence. "Answer me! Cat got your tongue? Oh no that's right, your just useless." The man reached behind him and the nine-year-old didn't react while Magnus was trying his hardest not too.

Magnus clenched his jaw, thinking of his own stepdad. What had the child done to deserve this? The man pulled out something Magnus could not make out before he heard it. The man shot his revolver at the child from two metres away. Before he could even react the child did themselves. They hurtled their arms round in a circular formation and shot a ball of magic at the bullet. "You little bitch!" The man went to reload his revolver to aim at the calm child.

By this time Magnus was ready. "I wouldn't recommend doing that."

"Why not? Who are you?" the man turned the revolver to face the shadows which the warlock stepped out of. Magnus let his cat eyes show to the mundane who cowered back before going right back to his normal self. "You're one of them! You freak of nature, you-" Before the man could continue Magnus had shot a spell at them, knocking them back into a wall. The revolver went flying out of his hand and to the feet of the silent child.

Magnus held the man against the wall with magic while he struggled. He couldn't use magic to kill him. The clave would know and that isn't what he wants them to think of New York's new warlock. The child seemed to sense this as they appeared at Magnus's elbow holding the revolver. "Sweetheart, put that down. It's not safe." The child's face stayed blank as they raised the gun.

"Go on then. Kill me like you killed her!" the man cried, face bright red. "Kill me like you killed your mother. You abo-" before he could finish his sentence a gunshot cut him off. The man slumped against the wall as blood began to pour out his chest. Magnus let go of him and turned to the child. They weren't even shaking.

"Are you ok sweetheart? What's your name?" Magnus crouched down and turned them away from the scene. The child shook their head. "I promise I won't bite." The child merely shook their head. This time though he got a glimpse of something. Snake eyes. "I want to help. I understand what you're going through." This time Magnus stared into snake eyes with his cat ones. The child stepped back and pulled something from their pocket, a battered notebook and a pencil worn down to the nub. They flipped the pages and held it out to Magnus. He took a few moments to read the almost illegible writing. "(Y/N), is that your name?" they nodded yes. "Very well."

Magnus stood up straight as he felt people were coming. He held out his hand to the little one who took it with a straight face. "Follow me." Magnus began to walk slowly so his new accomplish didn't trip though he quickly realised he needed as they were essentially pulling him along. Magnus quickened his step to meet the children. As it was late and he didn't want to cause this child more trouble he signalled a coach. He helped the small child in before telling the man where to go. As always the man was wary of the man of a different race but that soon changed as he flashed his golden rings encrusted with jewels.