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I’m In Love With You, You Idiot (Peter Maximoff Imagine)
A/N: So, here’s the 6k monstrosity I mentioned of posting! Thank you to all of you who liked, reblogged and replied to my previous post about this fic. I really do hope you’ll like it! Y/N: your name; Y/E/C - your eye color.
Peter had never considered himself shy. He knew what
he had to offer and he knew how to use it - that was what was important. What
he neglected to tell others was that if you are a mutant and you show any type
of weakness, then you’re screwed. Easy as that. Not only did he have to think
about his own well-being, but also his mom’s and his two precious sisters’.
They mattered the world to him - his family - and he wouldn’t let them get
caught in the crossfire between mutants and humans, especially Wanda and Lorna.
So shyness for Peter Maximoff was out of the question.
burst quite literally into his life.
were a force to be reckoned with. Your powers were enhanced to a point where you could take on a whole class of
experienced students and still overpower them with an utmost ease. That would
be a joy to most mutants but it was a burden on you. Your mutations were a constant reminder
rough past – you weren’t
quite so lucky to end up in a somewhat healthy environment among humans. Instead,
ripped away from your
parents and thrown into a modernised concentration camp where you were experimented on,
tortured and enhanced in whatever way possible. These enhancements came with a
lot of pain and misery, along with too many dead friends who perished, only to
survived the tests they didn’t. You
never thought you
would get out of that nightmare - too many a night did you long for the sweet release of death,
just to be rid of all the monstrosity you had to face each day. But miraculously,
one day when you were
being whipped to see if your
wounds would regenerate fast enough, loud bangs interrupted your daily session of torture and a group
of mutants, dressed in complementing battlesuits, invaded the camp, rescuing
whoever they could and dealing with the humans who conducted the whole thing.
Those who were willing and didn’t try to kill were taken prisoner while others
who preferred to fight and kill the mutants were not so lucky. The chaos of the
situation frightened you
and your fight instinct kicked in. You didn’t know these people and although they saved your fellow prisoners, you couldn’t be sure where they would
take them next. Maybe they would give them a home or maybe they could take them
to an even worse place. You didn’t want to leave it to chance. So you ran, fueled by rage and pain,
dealing with everyone who dared to block your way. You found herself at a dead
end, humans hot on your heels. You braced yourself, concentrating hard, letting
your anger fuel your powers and let out a burst of energy which destroyed the
better part of the room. You quickly went through the opening that had formed,
jumping from the ledge down to a clearing which you didn’t bother to examine
properly. Caution was not your objective - getting away from that god damned
place was. When you landed, you realized you were surrounded by a bunch of the
mutants who stormed the camp. They were watching you with caution while you
slowly realized you must have looked like a wild animal - your clothes were torn,
you were covered in blood and grime, your hair was in knots and you had assumed
a fight stance, ready to fight off anyone who threatened your freedom with the
feral look in your eyes and your breathing heavy and labored. Having taken all
that into account, you rose a bit, no longer ready to pounce but still on edge.
You willed herself to calm your breathing but opted to keep the dangerous look
etched on your face – you
not to attack if they didn’t but that didn’t mean you trusted them. You thought
you saw a look of uncertainty among some of them but before you could think to
even process that, one of them slowly inched towards you. It was one of the
guys, the silver haired one which left you puzzled - how could he have grey
hair when he didn’t look older than 25? You tensed when he came even closer,
raising your hands slightly to indicate you weren’t afraid to use your
powers if he made a wrong move. He was quick to catch up on that and lifted his
hands in surrender, seemingly to show you he had good intentions. You stood like that for a few moments,
staring at each other, time at an almost standstill. Finally, he spoke.
kept silent, your gaze never wavering.
“My name’s Peter. Uh… What’s yours?” He cocked his head slightly to
the left, a slight smirk forming on his lips. It took all of your willpower not to stare in wonder -
you hadn’t realized how handsome he was when he first approached and now that
he had softened his features, it was becoming harder for you not to trust him.
You opened your mouth slightly, still unsure of the whole situation, shuffling
your feet a bit. The warm look in his eyes didn’t disappear, so you took a deep
breath and resigned.
“Y/N,” you croaked out, your voice rough from misuse. The guy - Peter
- smiled fully which made him look playful and young. You cursed herself for being
so naïve around him, so you steeled your heart once again. Peter seemed to
notice that so his smile wavered but he didn’t back down, much to your interest.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Look,” he began, clear that even he was
unsure of what he wanted to say. You eyed him with as much mistrust as you
could muster. “I know you’ve been through hell but, um…” Peter
looked back for support at the others and one of them - a redhead - nodded at
him assuredly, probably encouraging him to continue the same way. He then turned
his head a bit towards you and you saw his face scrunch up and his eyes
squeeze. He seemed to be debating something in his mind but it didn’t take long
because after a couple of seconds, he turned fully towards you and fixed you
with a determined gaze.
“Look, I’m really not good at this… persuading stuff but it was my turn,
so I had to do it and not that I mind, it’s just I can’t say that hope bullshit
although it does sound kinda nice,” Peter blurted out so quickly that you
had trouble following his train of thought. Before you could process what he
had said, he continued. “Here’s the deal: Me and those guys behind me are
part of this super cool band of mutants and we call ourselves the X-Men -
pretty cool, right? We do this kind of thing often, we go on missions and all
that jazz. Anyway, there’s this place where we live and study, and learn how to
control our powers and it’s called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.”
brows furrowed at the name and you noticed you weren’t as tense as you were before.
“I know, but bear with me. It’s this huge mansion filled with people like
you and me and it’s where we feel, you know, kinda normal. And it’s not boring
all the time, I make sure of that,” Peter continued, smirking at the end of
his sentence which made you want to either punch him or laugh at his antics.
“Look, Y/N, all I’m saying is - you’ve got a chance to come with us to a
pretty cool place where there’s free food and other stuff which, to me, is a
nice deal. Or you could, you know, go off on your own and probably get captured
again. You don’t want that, do you?”
Peter’s voice had softened towards the end of his little speech which weakened
your resolve even more. He painted a pretty picture - you couldn’t deny that,
and the chances of you surviving on your own, especially in your current state,
were very slim. You swallowed roughly, your throat parched from not drinking
water for so long.
“I’d say that you’re pretty good at the persuading stuff,” you
replied, looking up at Peter’s dark eyes. Hearing that, a grin found its place
on his face again, exposing dimples which you absolutely didn’t notice.
“So… what’s it gonna be?” Peter reached out his palm to you, a hopeful look in his eyes. You
stared at him, searching for any sign of a lie. Everybody seemed to hold their
breaths - that was the defining moment. From there on out, things could go very
smoothly or go haywire in a couple of seconds. For all the X-Men knew, you
could be triggered by anything. Nothing was sure about the situation. You seemed to find nothing but honesty
laced with a bit mirth in Peter’s eyes which was good enough for you. Without tearing your gaze away from
placed your trembling hand in his open palm, relishing the first warm human
in years. Peter squeezed your hand reassuredly which earned him his first smile
from you, albeit a small and hesitant one. He led you to the plane the team had
arrived in and never let go of your
hand during the whole trip to Westchester, not even when you fell asleep on his shoulder during
In the following months you
place among the mutants in the Professor’s school. You were close with the group that had
rescued you who were now your most cherished friends - Jean, Ororo, Jubilee,
Scott, Kurt and of course Peter. He had become your best friend. From the day he
convinced you to come with him you two had been inseparable. Peter learned so
much about you - he half expected you to be angry at the world and not let
anyone in which would’ve been understandable but you surprised him once again. You were quiet, not used to the
friendly environment of the school, and shy. You preferred to be alone at times
but cherished your friends more than anything. You were loyal to a fault and a
very level-headed and strong-minded person. Your determination and tendency to
be hard-working helped you achieve all your goals, including joining the X-Men
officially and permanently. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere and
you thought that maybe this was the feeling they called “home”.
Peter was fascinated by you. He kept craving your company but despite all his
big talk and bravado, he just couldn’t tell you how he felt and risk his
friendship with you. From the moment you met, he felt a strong pull towards you
like a current and each day he felt as if he was drowning more and more. What
was strange to him was that he didn’t mind it - his feelings were becoming more
and more intense but he was helpless to stop it. So, he resigned himself to
have only your
friendship, not once noticing how you kept seeking his company as well and
wanted the same things as him, effectively proving you felt the same way about him.
Peter was special to you since he uttered that first “Hi” and you
couldn’t shake off your feelings for him all these months. To you it seemed like
he was that nice to everyone and merely liked you as a friend so you were
determined to hide your infatuation with him as best as you could. You were terrified of your feelings
towards Peter because you had never been so attached to a person before. That
gave that person an immense amount of power over you, which was your biggest
fear - being controlled and used again. You had crushes before, you weren’t a stranger to physical intimacy but
this was a whole different ordeal.
knew Peter had your best interests at heart but these new feelings you hadn’t
experienced at all were terrifying. So you tried to bury them deep and go on
with your life.
(You failed. Miserably.)
seemed to be stuck in an unending cycle, dancing around each other and your
friends and basically everyone around you saw how you felt for one another and they tried
numerous times to give the
two of you a push in the right direction but both of you were young and stubborn, skittishly
avoiding their attempts to bring you together, each of you believing the other didn’t feel the
same way. It got to a point where Charles Xavier himself waited to see when you would swallow their pride and
finally admit your feelings. From the start he had paired Peter and you as a team for training missions,
complemented each other’s powers well. Another reason for his decision was the
fact that you
seemed to understand each other with only one look and often anticipated the
other’s actions which saved quite a lot of time on missions. And maybe the not
so obvious reason was that he wanted to bring you two even closer together and
had no time to lose. But, of course the professor wouldn’t do that, surely.
(But Charles would.)
In one of the rare times that you
managed to convince Peter to attend a class with you, the lesson was interrupted by Hank
who told you to immediately report to Raven. The two of you looked at each other with mirroring
confused expressions on your
faces but Peter shrugged and tugged you up, leading you to the training grounds where
Mystique spent most of her time. When you got there, you immediately suited up
- this was a well-practiced routine for both of you and each passing day you
did it with more ease than the previous one. Raven was waiting for you with a
grim expression on her face which was never good news but you were sure that you could handle it. After
and Peter were efficient and always got the job done.
“I’ve got a mission for you today and it’s nothing routine or easy. You
two are the best for the objective but I need to know first if you’ll be
willing to do it,” Raven said, her voice even and calculated. Peter
stopped chewing his gum in confusion and opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.
“What do you mean?”
Something changed in Mystique’s gaze. A flash of compassion and uncertainty
could be seen clearly in her eyes, the crease in her brow loosening.
“We just got word that the camp you were in, Y/N, has been reconstructed and running
for a couple of months under the radar. We believe there are a lot less mutants
there than before, so the two of you should be sufficient to extract them and
deal with the place and the people running it however you see fit. It would be
preferable if you kept most of them alive, so they could be trialed and
sentenced.” Raven sighed and continued, her voice softer. “I know
both of you have bad memories of that place, especially you,Y/N but I couldn’t think of anyone
better to do this. If you think you can’t do it or you just don’t want to, it’s
perfectly fine. I won’t pressure you into doing something you don’t want
Peter swallowed. He wouldn’t go there without you, that was for sure but he had an
idea of what they had done to you
there, so he would’ve supported you
wholeheartedly if you
decided not to revisit the place which gave you numerous nightmares. He stole a
quick glance at you
to see your
reaction and he immediately wanted to hug you. Your jaw was clenched, brows furrowed and
had the same intensity of rage and pain when the two of you had first met. Hands
clenched into fists, you
stared at the ground for a couple of moments before Peter softly uttered,
looked up at him abruptly, snapping out of your trance when your Y/E/C met his dark brown. You knew what he was thinking but you were stronger than this. You wouldn’t let something in the past
from rescuing your fellow
refused to miss the chance to be a part of the mission.
“I’m in,” you
ground out with a hard voice. Raven studied you for a minute but you didn’t back down which seemed to
please the teacher. She nodded and turned to Peter.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied to Mystique’s questioning expression,
meaning for it to sound light and make the situation easier to bear but instead
his voice was flat, filled with dark determination caused by his memories of
that terrible place.
“Alright then, the basics are simple: get in, retrieve the prisoners and
get out. Hank prepped the smaller plane for you, since it’s a two-man mission
and we don’t expect there to be many mutants.” Raven led you and Peter to the platform where the
plane was and waited for you
final preparations. Just before you
disappeared inside, she called out to you, “Remember: try to bring humans back alive,
don’t act without thinking!”
sure Mystique was staring right at you when she warned the two of you.
The flight was filled with tension filled silence - it was personal for both of
the young X-Men, more so for you.
Because of that Peter didn’t know what to say to make it better - he didn’t
to think he was pitying you
and nothing he came up with, whether witty or comforting, seemed to be fitting.
So he stayed silent, hoping against all odds that everything would go well and
the girl he was in love with wouldn’t get scarred again.
mind was blank during the whole journey. You focused on flying the plane and
making sure you were on schedule - nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t want to think about what
would happen when you arrived or what you would see there. Raven’s last words
were ingrained in your
mind and subconsciously you wondered just for a second if you’ll make your fears come true. Will
you lose control and revert back to the tortured girl they had found there in
the first place or will you
keep your cool and be better than that? As soon as that question popped into your mind, you gritted your teeth and forced yourself to clear your mind and calm down. You knew delaying the issue would make
it worse but it was the easiest thing to do. So you went with it.
Arriving at the location, You
managed to keep that cold calm, erecting a wall around yourself that Peter couldn’t see
through. He couldn’t tell what you
thinking or feeling and that made him nervous. He wasn’t sure if he could
anticipate what you
would do which complicated things further. Before the two of you infiltrated the
building, Peter grabbed your
arm and turned you gently around. You still remained silent and he took his cue to talk.
“How do you wanna do this?”
hadn’t thought about that but you
would be lying if you
said that you were not
tempted to just storm in there and kill every bastard who made those mutants’
lives miserable. Peter seemed to notice you faltering in your decision, so he moved his arm down
hand and grabbed the other with his free hand which seemed to snap you out of your reverie. There was uncertainty in
eyes and something he saw only when you first met - vulnerability.
I know what you’re thinking but is it really worth it to waste your strength on
that scum? Don’t you think it’s better for them to rot in a cell for the rest
of their lives and never see a Twinkie again?”
snorted, looking down at your feet which made Peter smile. He squeezed your hands to try and convince you further but he knew he was taking a
long shot. He wasn’t sure if he would listen if he were in your place. You looked up at him and gave him a
“You’re still good at the persuading stuff,” you said, a hint of
teasing barely there. Peter grinned, moving closer to place a gentle kiss on
your forehead. You closed her eyes, relishing the sensation the kiss brought
both physically and emotionally. You found that it had effectively calmed you
down and filled you with some sense. You smiled wider, thinking that only your
dork of a best friend can do that.
“You know it,” Peter replied, moving away from you with his signature smirk in place.
You immediately missed his warmth and scolded yourself for feeling that way
were on a mission. You
took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, your heart filled with determination.
“I say we do it fast - get us in, find the prisoners and you can get them
out one by one while I stay and guard them. We’ll deal with any trouble on the
spot. But if we do this, we gotta do it quickly.”
Peter nodded, his expression sobering. He moved next to you, holding your head in place while you braced herself for the speed you were about to experience.
“Ready?” Peter asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” you replied and with that you suddenly felt a wave
of nausea hit you
looked up to see that the of
were now in the familiar cell block. You doubled over, bracing yourself on your knees while
Peter soothingly rubbed your back.
“I thought you were used to this by now, we’ve done it so many
“Yeah, I thought so as well. Come on, we shouldn’t waste any more
You and Peter
moved cautiously through the hallway, suspicious that there were no guards or
alarms going off. Looking at each other, you realized you were thinking the same thing,
quietly readying yourselves
for an ambush. When none came and you reached the cells where mutants were held, the two of you made quick work of
getting the cells open, after which Quicksilver (as Peter had taken to call
himself lately, justifying that “you have to have a cool name to be part
of the X-Men, come on guys”) zoomed in and out, securing the mutants in
the plane and coming back to get the next. You were on edge the whole time,
constantly checking every corner and exit you could see, expecting a swarm of
guards to burst in any moment but it was pointless. It was like the place had
been abandoned which was highly unlikely, all the more reason for you to be ready to fight. Soon the cells
emptied and still - no alarms, no humans with guns, trying to kill you,
“I don’t like this,” you
murmured when Peter came back to get you. He had a grim expression on his face, his eyes darting
around every once in a while.
“Yeah, me neither. They couldn’t have all just gone to the mall or
“I don’t know. Let’s just get out of here. I don’t wanna be here any
longer than we have to.”
Peter silently agreed and the
two of you prepared to take off. You nodded at him, when he silently
if you were ready
and he started running on the same path he had taken while rescuing the
prisoners. Just after rounding a corner, he felt a wave of energy hit him and you, throwing both of you back on the ground
painfully. Peter managed to hug you
close to his body at the last moment, softening your fall, but he fell back first onto
the hard concrete, feeling his bones scream in pain. The two of you groaned simultaneously,
rubbing the areas you had
hit. Suddenly, the familiar click of a weapon’s safety being turned off sounded
all around you
quickly got on your
“Shit,” Peter murmured. You were surrounded by at least a hundred men, holding
unfamiliar rifles which seemed to be some kind of prototype. That wave of
energy that hit you
had left Peter exhausted and he felt that he could still run at his normal fast
speed but not for long. The same had happened to you, judging from the way you panted next to him. You kept flexing your fingers, seemingly trying to shake
off the effect the laser had rendered on them but to no avail. Your eyes were filled with suppressed anger
which made Peter feel both nervous and relieved - nervous that it was there but
relieved that you
had it under control.
Suddenly the mercenaries started shooting and charging the two of you which prompted the
mutants to quickly jump into action. Peter was still able to take multiple of
men out at super speeds but he had to stop from time to time and fight at a
normal speed because he was getting quickly fatigued. You had a similar problem - you managed to erect a shield from the
bullets but couldn’t muster the energy to maintain it and attack in return. So you had to time using them right, so you wouldn’t get shot, could take out
some bad guys and rest if possible at appropriate intervals. The two of you fought for a time but
the men seemed to be endless and they were getting more and more tired. You realized you didn’t have much time
with Peter left - the chances of you
surviving were slim at best and you couldn’t bear the thought of dying without
at least telling him how you
realized it was a clichè thing to do and that there was always the chance that
he didn’t feel the same but you
didn’t give a damn. For all the things you went wrong with Peter, you would at least set this right. You waited for him to slow down and
start fighting at a normal pace and made your way over to him, using a huge amount
of power to do so. By the time you
reached him, you were exhausted but still made pathetic attempts of attacking. The two of you were now fighting almost
back to back and you
figured this was as good a time as any.
“Peter!” You yelled
over the gunfire. He was a little ways off of you but turned his head immediately when
he heard you.
“What?” Peter yelled back.
“I need to tell you something in case we don’t… in case we don’t make
“What? Bullshit, we’re kicking these guys’ asses and then we’ll eat two
buckets of ice cream to celebrate.” Peter managed to look at you and shoot you a confident smile which made your heart ache. There was a chance you wouldn’t see it again and you wouldn’t listen to his ramblings and
jokes anymore and you
nearly broke down then and there.
“No, Peter, listen…” You
began but Peter, ever being impatient, cut you off.
“It’s okay - I forgive you for everything, don’t worry!” He shouted,
kicking a guy into a wall and then turning to block a punch from another.
“No, it’s not that, I just…”
“Didn’t often say how awesome I am? ‘Cause, you know, I’ll actually accept
an apology for that, I mean…” You huffed in frustration, sending a bit more powerful
wave of energy towards a couple of guys than necessary, knocking them
“No, I’m in love with you, you idiot!” You yelled, breathing heavily, already
exhausted from your
previous attack. Peter suddenly froze. Your eyes widened when you saw a mercenary behind him raise his
gun straight at his head. Your
heart dropped to your
stomach and you
summoned every ounce of power you
had left to raise a shield over him.
Thankfully, you were
in time, the bullet bouncing off the energetic barrier. Without noticing, you had made the shield big enough for
both of you
and it seemed to last without you constantly concentrating over it. Panting
briefed a glance at Peter who was still frozen in shock, his mouth slightly
agape, his eyes almost comically wide.
“What?” He shouted, still not processing what his best friend had
just told him. Maybe the bullets had rendered him deaf or you were so exhausted that you started speaking nonsense, that must
be it, there was no way that you
could feel the same way about him that he did about you… Was there?
managed to straighten, still breathing heavily. You swallowed roughly, suddenly
extremely nervous and looked Peter straight in the eye. You weren’t backing down now - there
was no going back at this point - but you weren’t brave enough to come closer to him, so
you stayed rooted to the spot.
“I love you, Peter. I have for a long time but I was afraid to tell you
because we’re best friends and your friendship is the most important thing in
my life. I can’t bear the thought of losing you, so I just thought that being
friends with you is enough but it isn’t, God, it really isn’t. I just… I
can’t handle the possibility of dying without telling you how I feel.” You took a deep breath, closing your
eyes briefly and clenching your
hands into fists at your
sides. When you
opened them, you
felt the familiar sting of tears welling up, so you blinked furiously, trying to hold
them back. You
sent a watery smile at Peter. “So here it is: I am hopelessly in love with
you, Peter Maximoff.”
Peter had forgotten you
were in the middle of a fight. He forgot that there were numerous men trying to
kill the two of you. He also forgot that you were both exhausted. Before he could
say or do anything, your
shield started flickering. You
startled and began trying to maintain it but you were too weak and your efforts were fruitless. You were on the brink of
collapsing and Peter found himself filled with new energy just at the sight of you nearly dying from exhaustion and
had just said. He wasted no time - he willed his body to move just as the
barrier completely went out. He felt the familiar tug of time slowing around
him and he smiled - he missed it in the short time he couldn’t do it but it
felt like an eternity to him. He deftly avoided the bullets flying at him and
moved those that were aimed at you,
after which he lifted you
in his arms, bracing your
head and sped out of there. Reaching the plane, he put you in the pilot’s seat, checked if the
mutants they rescued were alright and then closed the plane’s hatch, speeding
towards the co-pilot’s seat. Back in normal time, Peter gave you a few seconds to gather your wits while he prepared the plane for
take off. The hatch was still closing, so he kept an eye on it, checking if
there were any mercenaries following them. You looked confused at first, then shocked
but then managed to secure yourself into the seat and put your headset on.
“Can you fly?” Peter asked.
replied, not trusting yourself
to say more. You
had to put your personal feelings aside – the two of you had a group of injured
mutants to look after and you
had to get out of there fast. With both of you working on getting the plane in
the air, you
managed to just barely lift off before a group of mercenaries managed to catch
up and start shooting at
left the country, the pilot cabin was filled with silence. Both of you were still wary and concentrated on
out as soon as possible. Peter could hear relieved murmurs from the back of the
plane and internally sighed in relief - the mutants were okay and they trusted the two of you - that’s all that
mattered. He cast a quick glance at you, who didn’t tear your gaze away from the horizon. He was
about to open his mouth and say something stupid to see you smile but you suddenly removed your headset and took a short breath.
“I think we’re safe for now. I’m gonna go check on the kids,” you said curtly, looking everywhere but
at him. You
stood up and moved to exit the cabin but Peter used his speed, put the plane on
autopilot and stopped you.
back at him, annoyance clear in your
eyes but said nothing. Peter took a deep breath - this should be easy, he
already knows you feel
the same way. Why does he still get nervous like a schoolboy?
“Stay,” he managed to say, a pleading look within his eyes. Your expression softened and you relaxed your stance which made Peter release your arm. You looked at him expectantly, waiting
for him to speak his mind.
“I’m sorry for standing like a friggin’ flag pole back there, I was such
an idiot…” Peter started, running his palm over his forehead. Words
seemed to escape him and he huffed in frustration.
“It’s okay, Pete, it was nothing,” you replied, a hint of sadness in your tone.
“No, it’s not, I…” Peter clenched his jaw. He was always better at
showing rather than telling someone how he felt. He looked at you with newfound determination and
could open your
mouth and ask him what was wrong, he quickly crossed the distance between you, cradled your head and pressed his lips to yours. They were incredibly soft but also
incredibly unmoving so Peter panicked - did you change your mind in the short amount of time
confession? Just as he was about to step away, you wrapped your arms around his middle and opened your mouth to let him in. Peter almost
laughed in relief, gladly accepting your invite and moving his lips in perfect synchronization
seemed to mold perfectly with each other - your bodies, your lips, your tongues - it was just so perfect, you were so perfect for each other that your heart could burst. You couldn’t believe Peter was kissing you, enthusiastically at that. The two of you basked in each other for
a few more moments before you
seemed to remember you needed to breathe, so you slowly broke your kiss and Peter
rested his forehead on yours,
his thumbs gently caressing your
smiled up at him, biting your
lip which made Peter want to kiss you again and again. He licked his lips and cleared his
throat before speaking.
“What I meant to say was that I love you, too.”
smile widened at that which prompted Peter to mirror it.
“But, you know, you kinda ruined it for me,” he continued.
pulled away abruptly.
“Well I had this really cool plan to ask you out and you just ruined it.
Now I gotta pay the pianist without him actually doing anything,” Peter
smirked, moving his hands down to your waist where he interlocked them, effectively holding you in place. You laughed in disbelief, snaking your arms around his neck.
“Only you, Maximoff, can make so frustrated in a matter of seconds.”
“Yeah but you love me for it.”
Later when the two of you
arrived at the school, Raven was waiting with a concerned expression on her
face. When Peter and you
walked down the platform, your
faces were cheerful and carefree which made her eyebrows raise in question. Both of you pretended not to notice,
briefly told her what had happened and left her to deal with the new additions
to the school. When you
were walking out Raven looked back at the pair of you and saw Peter turn to you, pointing his finger to his cheek. You shook your head but raised yourself up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek but in
the last second Peter turned his head and you kissed him on the lips instead. You pulled away quickly, opening your mouth in pretend shock and smacked
his arm while he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his clever ruse. You pretended to be mad at him but when
Peter reached his hand out to you,
gladly took it, intertwining your
fingers and even leaned on his shoulder. Raven chuckled softly, murmuring
quietly to herself: “Guess I owe Charles fifty bucks.”
Warnings: contains marital problems, fighting, bad words, mentions of character death, talks of divorce, just be wary in case this is triggering
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Original Request: There wasn’t one
A/N: This literally popped up in my head at two am so I wrote it.
You stood at your kitchen sink trying to do the dishes while
Peter and you were trying to talk. Well, he was talking; you were trying to
ignore him. The past few weeks had been one thing on top of another and you two
were having fights nearly every day. It had gotten really bad since his mom had
passed away last year due to cancer. It used to be you two had one argument a
year. After fifteen years and four kids you were starting to lose it. You loved
Peter, you truly did, you had been in love with him for fifteen years, but you
couldn’t take the arguing anymore. Half the time you couldn’t remember how it
had even started. Sometimes it was over nothing at all and it drove you nuts.
What had happened to you two and your perfect marriage all your friends were
jealous of? Where had it all gone wrong? You finished the dishes and heard him
saying your name on repeat when you tuned back in.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, hey, Y/N, are you freaking listening to me
at all? Y/N, we need to have this discussion.” He stood up fast and moved to
stand behind you. You clenched your fists and took a deep breath trying to
contain yourself. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“Peter! I have already told you I don’t want to talk about
this anymore!” You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned glaring at your
silver-haired mutant husband. You own mutation was causing your energy to
flare. You could form energy into physical attacks and right now Peter looked
like he was going to be on the receiving end of it.
“Well, I do Y/N!” he yelled at you. You heard shuffling
upstairs and knew your kids could hear this.
“Just fuck off Peter! I can’t stand you right now and you
need to keep away from me!” You threw the towel in the sink and began walking
away. You held your hands up as you moved past him not wanting to touch him at
“Where the hell are you going?!” he yelled behind you.
“I’M GOING TO PUT OUR CHILDREN IN BED!” you shrieked. You
walked upstairs making sure to count to ten and calm your face before looking
at your children. They didn’t deserve to see you so pissed off. Your oldest,
Daniel, was already in his room and was playing on his GameBoy. The annoying
sounds of the game came rushing into your ears. He looked the most like Peter;
the only difference between them was the hair. It was dark like his mom and
sister’s hair was. He acted just like him too. Lately you knew it wasn’t his
fault but he had gotten on your nerves as much at his father had. It took a lot
of restraint not to yell at him like you yelled at Peter. “Danny, it’s time for
“Aw, come on mom! It’s Friday night. Can’t I stay up ten
more minutes?” he asked sounding so much like Peter when he was young it nearly
brought you to tears.
“Daniel Pietro Maximoff that game will be there when you
wake up. Go to bed or I will take it from you for a week.” Your 12 year old
pouted but put his game in his desk drawer. He walked over, kissed your cheek,
and was in his bed in the blink of an eye. You took a deep breath trying to
hold it in. It only made it worse that he had his father’s powers. You closed
his door after shutting off his light and headed for your middle son’s room.
Nicholas, your ten year old, was also on his bed, reading a
book under his lamp light and was still in his normal clothes. You sighed and
walked into the room. He saw you and tried to open his mouth to debate but one
look told him not to argue. Nicky was silver-haired like his dad but had your
Y/E/C eyes. He was paler, thinner, and a little sicklier than his siblings. He
was your little bookworm preferring to study instead of run around. He had been
the easiest baby of all your children.
“Save your place and get in your pajamas. You should be in
bed.” Nicky didn’t say anything as he went to his closet and changed his clothes.
Once he was dressed and in his bed you leaned over and kissed his forehead.
“Good night Nicky.”
“Night mom.” He said as you turned off his light and shut
his door. At the end of the hall was your twin’s room. You walked in to see
your two four year olds playing with their toys still. Lucas was making his
policeman drive over Luna’s Barbie dolls and she was giggling about it. You
watched them for a moment. Lucas was your final boy and Luna was your only
girl. They were the perfect view of how Peter and Wanda used to be when they
were little. It didn’t even surprise you when you found out you were pregnant
with them. You knew they were coming. You and Peter had decided for one more
and gotten two more. It was your luck. After that you had decided no more kids.
Twins were more than enough.
Luna saw you first and ran to her bed. She came over holding
up a book.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, read this to us!” They knew they got
to hear a story at bedtime when you came in. You looked down.
“The Tale of Peter Rabbit?” You asked. When you looked up
they were already climbing their way into their beds. You sighed, you weren’t
in the mood but you knew they wouldn’t sleep without one. “Alright, but only
Downstairs, Peter was sitting on the couch feeling like
shit. The fighting was getting to him and he knew that 90% of the time he was
the one who started the arguments. He really felt like shit for doing it in
front of the boys and Luna. He didn’t know how to fix this. Shit had gone so
wrong since his mom had died and then Wanda stopped coming around and it was
killing him. He felt like he had lost too much. Both you and him were stressed about
teaching at Xavier’s with grades coming up and more and more students showing
up every day along with the missions he knew it was hard. With so many missions
he often left you alone with four kids and he knew it wasn’t fair. He knew he
took it out on you opting to yell at you instead of trying to fix these
problems. That wasn’t fair to you and it really wasn’t fair to your kids.
He slowly walked upstairs noticing both of his older sons’
doors opened. He saw both of his boys sitting at the end of the hall listening
to you read a story to your two four year olds. They looked like they were on
the verge of passing out. Even though they wouldn’t admit it, they both still
loved when you would read stories so they would hide outside the door and
listen every night. He quietly zipped down the halls picking up your sons and
darting to their rooms. Nicky was already passed out so Peter tucked him in and
kissed his forehead good night. He dashed into Danny’s room and tucked him in.
Both boys insisted they were too old for this but that didn’t matter. Peter
would never forget them as babies and bringing them home from the hospital.
Those memories never left his mind. As he kissed his son’s forehead and turned
to leave he felt tugging at his sleeve.
“Dad, are you gonna divorce mom?” Peter stopped dead. He
looked back in shock at his son. Danny looked just like him as a kid. His dark hair
reminded Peter of Wanda.
“Daniel, why would you ever think that?” he asked wondering
where his son had heard this.
“Cause you fight all the time. My friend at school, his
parents fought every day and now he has two houses and a step-mom.”
“Listen to me, your mom and I love each other and no matter
how much we fight we still love each other. We will always love each other. I
know sometimes it’s scary and it’s not fair to you or your siblings. Just know
this, for as much as we yell at each other we still love each other. We still
love you and I love your mom with all my heart. That will never change.” Peter
said trying to reassure his son.
“You promise?” Danny asked.
“I promise. Now go to bed Danny. Love you.” Peter stood up.
“Love you too Dad.” Danny passed out on his pillow seconds
later. Peter headed down the hall as he heard you saying the last couple pages
of Peter Rabbit to your littlest kids. He ran back to your room as you turned
off the light. He listened to you lock up the house and check on the kids one
more time before coming in the room. He could tell how exhausted you looked and
knew he had helped cause it.
I’m tired. I don’t want to argue anymore.” He walked over to you and with no
warning wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead and cheeks. You
felt the tears well up in your eyes and run down your face. You broke down
crying into his shoulder. You were just so tired.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” Peter said still holding you. “I’m so
sorry. I know I’ve been a shitty husband and I’ve been starting these fights.
Ever since my mom died I’ve taken it out on you and it’s not fair to you. It’s
not fair to the kids. I love you and I haven’t told you that lately and you
should know it. I really do love you. I have for years now and I have never
stopped. I’m so sorry babe. I love you, I’m sorry.” He kept repeating as he
held you. It was the first time in a long time you had heard that.
“I’m sorry too. I keep pushing you away or blocking you out
and that hasn’t helped either. We both need to work on it. From now on we have
to handle things better for our sake and theirs. They deserve us at our best. I
love you, Peter.” You agreed. You were so glad to hear Peter apologizing for
what had happened lately. Things could finally go forward.
Peter leaned down and kissed you. It had been so long you
pressed back holding him close to you for the first time in forever. When you
finally parted he smiled and picked you up in his arms. You laughed in delight
as you felt your feet leave the hardwood.
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For The Anonymous Who Wanted An Alex Summers x Reader. Sorry It Took A While
Pairing:Alex Summers x reader Fandom:Marvel/X-Men Warnings: [N/A] Summary:The reader is sick and tired of Alex constantly teasing their brother Hank. Time to give him a piece of your mind.
You and Hank were sitting watching television when Alex walked into the room.
“Hank you mind getting your big feet off the table. What are you? An animal? Oh wait my bad”.
Hank frowned as you turned bright red with anger.
“I think I’m just going to go to my lab” Hank said getting to his feet.
“Oh come on Hank" you called but Hank had already left the room.
“Wonder what his problem is?” Alex said sitting down on the couch, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. You however were standing up glaring at him, rage flowing through your veins. You just couldn’t help yourself. You balled your fist tightly and punched Alex in the shoulder.
“What was that for?” Alex questioned furrowing his eyebrows.
“Why can’t you just leave him alone huh?” you demanded frustratedly “do you get some sort of pleasure out of making him feel miserable?”.
“Woah I was just joking” Alex said throwing his hands up in defence.
“Oh really” you scoffed rolling your eyes “well a lot of us would appirecate it if you kept your jokes to yourself”. With that you started to stomp out of the room but Alex quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by the arm.
“Hey look I’m sorry okay”.
“Don’t say sorry to me. Say it to Hank!”.
Alex sighed nodding. You had to admit you were a bit surprised when Alex actually walked off toward Hank’s lab, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Maybe he wasn’t really a huge handsome jerk like you thought he was. Did you say handsome? Ah… forget that part.
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Came up with some other little headcanon details for this AU, of the obligatory type for a Hogwarts AU, after spending a few hours on Pottermore. Charles’ wand is made of silver lime, 11 ½ inches long, rigid, with a unicorn hair core. Apparently silver lime wands are good for legilimency, which, of course, is Charles’ specialty. Erik’s wand is ebony, with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ½ inches and flexible. Charles’ Patronus is a huge constrictor snake - he mastered the Patronus charm unusually early, and if you need Dementors fought, he’s your guy. According to Pottermore, your Patronus is supposed to represent your hidden nature - Charles is pretty sheepish about being a Slytherin and, of course, is in no hurry for people to realize that he’s a manipulative schemer. Hence, snake. Erik’s Patronus is a phoenix, because Erik is a show-off … but also, more seriously, because Erik’s hidden nature is his kindness and nobility.
The idea for Charles to be dressed in yellow and black came from @thecorteztwins, who suggested that he accessorizes with yellow in order to subtly encourage the assumption that he’s a Hufflepuff. That is, of course, what people not in the know tend to assume about him - and it suits his purposes for them to do so.
Charles also has a pet Kneazle who he loves very much. Why, exactly, the animal tolerates him is between him and the Kneazle.
Tagging @alarajrogers because she said she wanted to see more of this AU.