#xmen quicksilver oneshot

[dinogoofymutated]

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. Ok I know this wasn't on the schedule butttt Yeahhhh. Cable is going to have an extended version of his fic, and I might do the same for the others but no promises! Also I know that Cable's written half is literally just the snippet I shared with some minor edits but bear with me please his stuff is in the works!!! TWs: Jelousy. Barfights. No violence on Reader but men are creepy. Mentions of sex work. Cable and gambit make public spectacles it's just what they do. The return of wolverine and the X-men Pietro bc I love him

Cable

Look, any man who comes over to flirt with you after you walk in with a legit wall of muscle has to be either stupid or blind.

Cable is by no means a very jealous man. He's not gonna care if a man (or woman) approaches you and starts up a conversation. He might get a little frustrated if they start flirting with you, but he trusts you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn't want you to feel like he's got you on a leash.

But when someone is being persistent, not taking no for an answer, and hell, putting their hands on you? He doesn't take it too well. He's more of an overprotective type when it comes to his flavor of jealousy.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts.

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and were getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately tried to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable ignores the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

Gambit

Gambit is probably the most jealous man in this lineup. Again, He will get fidgety and somewhat aggressive when someone approaches you and begins to flirt, but he trusts you. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't, and as a result, he tends to grit his teeth and bite his tongue to keep himself in check.

There's definitely a very, very thin line in between "I don't want to be overbearing" Remy and "This guy needs to take the fucking hint" Remy.

He's mostly fine with drunk bastards, He thinks they're funny, and as long as they're not bothering you for the most part he'll keep the aggression to a minimum. -But the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snobby pricks who think they can steal you from him because he's a "swamp rat."

"It's a shame to see such a lovely creature like you standing here all alone." You try not to roll your eyes at the man that approaches you. You and Remy were supposed to have a nice, romantic night out. It was your anniversary, and Remy had told you that he wanted to pull out all the stops for this one. Unfortunately, fate wasn't on either of your sides today. The X-men needed Gambit, and you told him that the plans can wait for another time. Remy, in a very gambit fashion, told you to dress up anyway and he bet he would meet you there. Definitely a rather High-stakes gamble, but you loved him, so you said you'd hold him to it.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like the restaurant was hosting an event at the bar for what looked like a rather stuffy- sorry, High-end law firm. You had been content with waiting for Remy, even if the waitress clearly looked convinced he was standing you up. You had ordered something to drink while you waited, and caught the wrong kind of attention during your trip to the bar.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for someone." You say, flashing him an annoyed smile. He smiles back in a smartass kind of way, flashing you his Rolex as he pushes up his glasses. Great. He thinks you're a sugar baby- or maybe a sex worker. Either way, you really wished he was anywhere but here.

"Right. I'll be honest with you, I know you've been waiting here for what- and hour now? Hour and a half? Any guy that leaves you here for that long is not worth your time, sweetheart." You cringe at the nickname, but he clearly can't seem to tell. At this point, you start debating your options. You could run to the bathroom, but there weren't any windows you could crawl out of and he could wait at the door for you to come out. You could try to leave, but you didn't want Remy to think that you left him hanging. It's probably best if you stay and wait for him, but man was this guy getting on your nerves.

"Again, I'm waiting on someone. I'm choosing to wait on him, and frankly, I'm not interested in you." You say bluntly, getting more and more aggravated. The man only smirks at you.

"You're certainly a fiesty one. Don't worry, I like it when they play hard to get." He sends you wink that makes you want to sock him, and to be honest, you start to think about it. The bell at the door of the restaurant dings, and you glance over, face breaking out in a smile at the sight of the man you had been waiting on.

Remy was still in his x-men suit, obviously having come fresh from the fight. He's got some dirt on his face, and his hair is a little messier than normal, but you had never been so happy to see him.

"Well, don't you clean up well." You joke as Remy walks to your table. He chuckles, barely sparing the other man a side-eye before picking up your hand to kiss it.

"Sorry, Chère. Originally, I planned on changin', but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you here for another moment." Remy's fond gaze turns into a bit of a glare when he finally looks over at the gobsmacked man across the table from you. "I see you've made a new friend?" You roll your eyes at that, shaking your head. Remy gets the message.

There's a gasp from the other patrons of the restaurant, as the sound the contact made was rather loud. There's already a red mark forming on the mans face as you take Remy by the hand and begin to lead him out of the restaurant. Remy is looking at you like he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"You've been waiting all this time for some Cajun freak?" The man blurts out, finally having found his words.

"Watch it, Mon ami." Remy's shoulders tense as he snarls at the prick. You stand up, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze before you walk in front of the man. The side of his mouth slightly upturns as you do so, right before you slap the everloving shit out of him.

"I know you really wanted for us to eat here, honey, but to be honest? I like your cooking better anyway."

Nightcrawler

Kurt? Jealous???

Absolutely. He absolutely gets jealous. Kurt is much more of a "cat" kind of jealous than a Guard Dog kind of jealous though. He's not going to do anything crazy like punch anyone, but he's gonna brush up against you, slide his tail around your waist, hold your hand. He wants reassurance from you more than he is angered by whoever is flirting with you.

That's not to say he's not angry. He doesn't like the way some people look at you like a piece of meat instead of the intelligent, beautiful person you are, and he's not afraid to call people out on it.

Kurt knew that the guy you were talking to right now was only stopping to ask you for directions, but he really didn't like how close to you the guy was. Kurt had gone off to get you something to eat from the street food vendor nearby, telling you to just relax and he would be back soon.

When he returned with food in hand, it was obvious to him what was happening, but he still couldn't help but frown. The man is leaning into your space as he shows you the map in his hands. It's fine. There was obviously nothing really going on, the stranger must have been simply touchy. He then watches as the man sets a hand on the back of your waist to point at a building up ahead, and Kurt's mind quickly changes.

Obviously, you had stepped out of the stranger's reach quickly, uncomfortable with the action, but Kurt still slinked up to your side like a cat, pulling you close with his tail as he hands you your food, resting his newly freed hand behind your back.

"There you are, Meine Liebe. I hope you didn't wait for too long." Kurt says sweetly, giving you a grin. You smile back at him, thanking him for the food. You felt relieved to see him. Sure, the stranger that had been speaking to you seemed to be a nice man, but there was a certain amount of comfort and security Kurt provided when he was near you. Kurt makes a show of leaning in and kissing you on the cheek that makes you giggle. The stranger clears his throat after a quick moment.

"-Sorry if I interrupted your date. I appreciate the directions!" He says quickly, face flushed red from embarresment.

"You're perfectly fine! I hope you're able to find what you're looking for alright." You respond sweetly, waving as the man walks off. Kurt is pouting again when you look at him, tail still wrapped comfortably around you. You can't help but giggle.

"You're so jealous." You laugh. Kurt gives you an innocent look as he brushes off the accusation.

"Whaaat? No. Ich habe dich vermisst. That is all!"

Quicksilver

I'm not even gonna lie the fic half of this is just part of that enemies to lovers hcs that I wrote

anyway!!

Pietro is a very pouty, bratty kind of Jealous.

Like sure he trusts you and all but you actually looked at someone else while they were speaking to you? >:[ Don't look at them. Look at him. Smile at him not them. You're laughing at something they said? Well, he's funnier than them!!

He's just, so pouty over the smallest, pettiest things. He just needs a smooch on the forehead and some reassurance and also possibly cuddles, and he'll be fine. God he's such a brat ILHSM

However, If someone is actually flirting with you or going too far and making you uncomfortable, he will in fact throw hands. Or do his speedster thing and find a way to embarrass them, like pantsing them or planting something embarrassing on them. One time he snatched a guy's cell and called his wife before planting it in the man's pocket so she could hear all the flirting he was doing. Now that was fun.

"So I heard you had dinner with the wolfie guy tonight." The sound of Pietro's voice makes you yelp in surprise. You whirl around to see him leaning against the wall of your room, arms crossed. You scoff, and pick a pillow off of your bed to chuck it at him. He catches it easily.

"His name is Logan, and No. Not really. All we did was happen to sit next to each other at dinner." You turn back around to sit at your vanity, but Pietro is already there, sitting on the stool with the pink pillow tucked into his arms.

"So you did have dinner with him?" He pouts. You roll your eyes at him, holding back a laugh as you shove him off the seat. He looses his balance for less than a second before there's a gust and he's sitting cross-legged on your bed, having tossed the pillow to the side.

"What does it matter to you, anyway? You're not even supposed to be here, Pietro." You tease as you sit down, unable to keep yourself from smiling. You comb through your hair as you ready yourself for bed, still grinning like an idiot as you hear Pietro huff and haw.

"Why shouldn't it matter?" He asks, watching as you complete your routine. "I- I have a reason to care." He stutters out cheeks flushing a light pink that reaches his ears. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Pietro objects, and it sends you into a fit of laughter as you stand back up and flop onto your back on the bed next to him.

"He's not my type anyway." You say. It only takes a second before Pietro is leaning over you, caging you between his arms. There's the ghost of a grin beginning to form on his face, simply at the sight of your own cheesy expression.

"What is your type, then?" He asks, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just say I prefer a man who can keep up with me." You say with a wink that may or may not have been the most terribly, corny action you could have done. Pietro doesn't seem to care as his face is split with an equally as corny grin.

Both of you are caught off guard by someone calling your same from the hallway, and then a knock shortly after. You take Pietro's moment of distraction and quickly lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Pietro looks absolutely shocked.

"You better get going." You whisper. He smiles at you, almost in disbelief, and then he's gone, the window left open and the breeze catching on curtains, blowing gently.

[flowersforbucky]

sucker for you

peter maximoff x reader

word count: 1.2k

i can't stop thinking about how peter would react to reader taking his lollipop from him and putting it in her mouth so here's a little drabble about that

a/n: i should be working on this bucky piece that i started like 3 weeks ago but i just needed to get this out of my system first

warnings/tags: language, use of alcohol (everyone is 21+!!), no use of y/n, peter's pov, and some ✨️tension✨️

Peter didn't know it was possible to get so flustered over a human being.

He's never exactly considered himself to be a ladies man, but around you? He's hopeless. A lost cause. Every time he's near you, it feels like his first very day ever interacting with another person.

From the way that your smile reaches your eyes whenever he makes you laugh with a stupid joke to the way that you always smell sweeter than the candy that he eats too much of, he's been a goner for you since the day he first met you.

And the worst part? You seem to know exactly how to make him blush.

As per usual on Friday nights, yours and Peter's group of friends is hanging out in the woods behind the mansion. You're all lounging around a bonfire that Scott works to keep going strong, talking amongst yourself in pairs.

"You know, I heard Warren telling Scott that he's planning on asking you to the winter gala," Jean snickers to you.

Peter isn't trying to eavesdrop, really. Jean just has zero volume control when she has any amount of alcohol in her system. He'd be able to hear every word she's saying even if you and her weren't sitting right next to him.

"What?" Jean demands when you offer no response other than some giggles and a shake of your head. "You've already turned two people down. You're kinda running low on options at this point.”

He twists the stem of the cherry flavored lollipop that he's sucking on, trying and failing to focus on whatever it is that Kurt's rambling on about. His body is angled away from yours, but he can feel the vibration of your low laughter from where your shoulder rests against his.

Peter had heard that you've been asked to the gala that Charles throws in the name of the X-Men every year. He couldn't lie, he was relieved when he'd found out that you had shot down the suitors - not that he'd ever have the balls to ask you himself. He had no desire to be added to the list of people that you've rejected to a glorified prom.

“So? I can go alone. Going alone is better than going with anyone who isn't the person that I actually want to go with,” you answer with a shrug of your shoulders.

Peter tenses at your words, his stomach doing a somersault.

“And who would that be?” Jean asks in a teasing voice, almost like she already knows the answer.

Before you can respond, Peter quickly shoots to his feet. Kurt comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a sentence, and both you and Jean turn to look up at him from where you still sit on the old, fallen tree that is being used as a bench.

“Where're you going?” You ask. Peter knows it's probably wishful thinking, but he can't help but think that there's a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“Back to the mansion. I've gotta take a whiz,” he retorts, hoping he sounds casual. Truthfully, he can't stand the thought of having to hear you say some dude's name in response to Jean's question.

“Since when are you above pissing in the woods?” Scott laughs as he piles some more branches onto the bonfire.

Peter shoots him an obscene gesture, about to bolt in the direction of the mansion when he feels your hand wrap around his from beneath him. You begin to get up, and he instinctively helps pull you into a standing position.

“I'll walk back with you,” you tell him as you drop his hand. “I'm going to grab a few more beers.” You smile at him in the orange glow of the fire and he forgets how to speak. He motions as if to say after you and you begin walking in the direction of the mansion.

He's fully aware that he could have the two of you back to the school in a split-second, but despite how nervous he gets around you, he'd never pass up the opportunity to spend a few moments alone with you. Living here, you're both almost always surrounded by other people. If it's not Jean, it's Storm. If it's not Storm, it's Raven or Hank. If it's it's not –

“I just had to get away from that,” you sigh when the two of you are out of earshot from the others. “I love her, but Jean can be kind of relentless,” you add with a small laugh.

“You can say that again,” he agrees, his voice mumbled from the lollipop stuffed between his teeth and his check. “Just the other day she was saying that I should ask someone.”

“Yeah?” You quip, a curious edge to your tone. “And are you going to?”

“Nah,” Peter shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Like you said, it's better to go alone than to go with someone who isn't the person you really like.”

“So what's stopping you from asking her? Is she already going with someone else?”

“No,” he answers, coming to a stop in the middle of the moonlit path the two of you are walking on. “She's not. But she's already turned down basically everyone in the school, so I don't think I stand much of a chance.”

Sometimes Peter starts a sentence without knowing where it’s going, but right now even he's shocked by his words. He's not quite sure where the bravery came from, but he can't exactly take it back now. You're not stupid - he knows you can read between the lines to deduce who he's talking about.

You come to a halt, turning back to look at him. He offers a small, nervous smirk and resists the urge to dash away before you can reply to his confession.

“Three people isn't basically everyone in the school,” you chuckle with one of those grins that could bring Peter to his knees. You take a few slow steps towards him, stopping when your chest is just inches from his. Your gaze flickers from his eyes and down to his mouth before you reach a hand up to his face and pinch the stem of his lollipop between your thumb and index finger, plucking it from his mouth.

His eyes widen in surprise, all but bulging out of his head when you pop what's left of the red lollipop into your own mouth. You swirl it around in your mouth, your plump lips wrapped around the stick.

“But for what it's worth, the whole school could ask me and there's only one person who would get a yes out of me.”

You pull the lollipop from between your lips and hold it back up to Peter's mouth, resting it against his bottom lip until he parts them - to speak or to accept the sucker, he's not sure. But he doesn't do anything to stop you when you guide it back inside his mouth, the flavor of the cherry candy and your saliva infiltrating his senses when it meets his tongue.

“Just in case you were wondering,” you shrug, and turn to continue your walk back to the mansion as if you didn't just make his heart combust in his chest.

He speeds after you, deciding that maybe Jean has a point - maybe he should ask someone after all.

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thanks for reading! this was my first time writing for peter, i'd very much appreciate comments/reblogs 💕

[delusional-fantasising]

Peter Maximoff boyfriend headcanons SFW

- This man is super whipped for you and he is not a people pleaser but he hates seeing you not happy so this man will do everything for you just to have you happy

- Never ask him to cook, he will burn the house down but he will never admit it, he will go to your favourite place, order take out then put it on one of his plates acting like he cooked and plated it

- If you don't meet him in high school good luck trying to find any old pictures of himself, he will hide them all because he had a few phases in high school he's too embarrassed to show you ever. You will have better luck asking his mom for old pictures

- He lends out clothing like crazy to you, you need a shirt? He has a massive collection of band shirts. Do you need pants? The drawer is open for the picking for you. You may have to convince him to give up his prized jacket and goggles but once he sees you in it, it won't be very hard convincing him afterwards

- He loves it when you run his fingers through his hair, he just melts and has a goofy whipped smile on his face

- He will never tell you but if you ever see a claw machine and want one of the plushies, he will lead you away from the machine before making a disappearing act. One crime later and he has the plush, telling you that he is just the boss at claw machines (Total lie, he just grabbed the keys from a worker and opened the thing.)

- Understand this if you like something he will do research on it in the blink of the eye to show how much he cares about what you like. It can get a bit scary though when he knows more about your interest than you

- He had a calendar with any important information about you and he keeps track of stuff for you if you ask. Especially when he's older, despite him getting distracted easily he writes everything down because he's also forgetful

[make-me-imagine]

Disheveled Confession

Prompt: Surprising each other with chocolates/flowers.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Gn!Reader *Reader is referenced to have Aerokinetic abilities

Requested By: @skylions-den

Words: ~700

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With everyone around the school whispering about who they were going to ask to be their Valentines, or asking each other out for the Valentines themed dance, you felt a constant hum of butterflies in your stomach.

You had already been asked out a few times by various people, each of whom you had to let down easy. There was only one person you were interested in, but you weren't positive they felt the same.

Even with doubt on your mind and anxiety in your chest, you had every intention of giving him the chocolates you had sought out specifically for him.

You had no idea if he would care, or if he would understand the intention behind them, but that was not going to stop you.

The chocolates were shoved in your bag, taking up all the room left, as you marched through the mansion, looking for the silver haired mutant. The longer it took to find him, the harder it was for you to stay confident.

Looking into one final room, and still not seeing him, you let out a defeated sigh. Maybe he was in town? Or maybe he was with someone. That thought sent a sharp ache through your chest. But you pushed the thought away and made your way up to the roof. One of your favorite places to sit in silence.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, you looked out over the school campus as a light breeze blew through your hair. Lifting a finger you formed a small whirl of air, scooping up all the leaves on the roof, before letting them fall into a pile in the corner.

Hearing a sharp whistle, barely audible, followed by a whisp of air, Peter was suddenly standing beside you on the roof. You felt your heart leap lightly as you looked over at him.

Lifting his goggles as he stared down at you, he let out a soft breath "I've been looking for you, should have known you'd be up here."

You blinked "You've been looking for me?"

He nodded before he sat down in front of you, "I wanted to give you something."

Watching as he reached into his jacket, you felt your heart flutter.

Pulling out a small bundle of disheveled tulips, Peter looked at them for a second with a frown.

"Oh. Oops. Sorry, I put them in my jacket to keep them safe from the wind." He slowly handed them to you.

Taking them you smiled, repressing a giggle as your cheeks and neck warmed up. They may have been slightly beaten and bent, but they were still beautiful. Meeting his eyes, you could tell he had a nervous air about him.

"You got me flowers?"

He smiled softly and nodded "I know you've been asked by like several people to be their Valentines, and to go to the dance with them, but I thought- well, I hoped, maybe, I had a chance."

"Yes."

His eyes met yours with surprise as you smiled, caught off guard by your own eagerness.

"I was hoping you might ask.

He adjusted nervously "You were?"

You nodded "Yes. Oh!" Remembering the chocolates, you reached down into your bag, you pulled on the box of chocolates, having to yank them out with force.

You chuckled as you handed the bent box to him "I got you something too."

He smiled as he took the chocolates, recognizing them as his favorites.

Looking over at the flowers, seeing them in a similar state to the box, he grinned. "Thank you."

You smiled bashfully, feeling another nervous flutter as he inched forward to get a bit closer to you. "You're really gonna go to the dance with me?"

You nodded "I'd love to."

"And, uh" he cleared his throat lightly "You'll be my Valentine?"

You nodded again repressing a grin. He smiled brightly "And then after that?"

Shrugging lightly you smiled "After that?"

"You'll uh, still be with me?"

Unable to repress your grin any longer, you let out a soft giggle "Yes, I'll still be with you Peter. If that's what you want."

He nodded "It is, definitely is."

"Good, me too."

xx End xx

I kind of hate how this came out, but I hope you liked it lol

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[eclipseyll]

Pairing (PLATONICALLY!!!) : Erik Lehnsherr x Serena Rodrigo (XMEN OC)

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr couldn't sleep, as one particular member too. Erik and Serena bond with their shared trauma while being still hostile to one another.

Warning: None

A/N: this takes place after apocalypse, Erik decided to stay to teach other mutants. This is not my first oneshot/fanfic but it's been awhile so don't judge hihi. NOT PROOFREAD!

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Serena couldn't sleep, those visions creeping inside of her head everytime she closed her eyes. She saw it coming, she saw how Apocalypse would destroy the world. And it shocked her.

It was her first time to receive such visions, she usually saw death and destruction but never extinction of both kinds that were up against each other.

Her arm still hurt from the fight, it was healed but still burns. When she saw that pale blue monstrous mutant choking a new member of the XMEN, she knew she had to do something. Serena tried using her shadow abilities by enveloping her darkness around Apocalypse to let go of Pete, she succeeded but in turn Apocalypse used her abilities against her. He used her darkness to project pain in which burned her left hand.

Serena sighed, wincing at the memory. 'Its over... Its over'. She whispered to herself, closing her shady brown eyes strenuously.

She opened her eyes again, trying to focus it on the nightlight stickers above her head. Serena now contemplated her life, a month ago she was running away from the authorities doing everything to be safe as she was, in the words of the human community a "destruction maker". But now she's in a infamous school for gifted youngsters, not only a student but a trainee to be apart of the XMEN group who swore to protect both kinds.

She quickly stood up, took her jacket across her bed and gloves in her nightstand wearing it to prevent more unwelcome visions, deciding to take a walk. She needed to clear her mind because the last thing she needed was be confused with her brand new life and reminisce

her old gloomy one.

As she strolled around the mansion, she looked up to the paintings and admiring the exterior. She didn't need light to view the inside of the mansion, as she has to the ability to see in the dark. And she was grateful to have the skill as she almost shrieked out of fear seeing a silhouette in the patio as she found herself in the garden house.

She sighed in relief as the moonlight shined on the only one Mr. Magneto. He looked tired and disheveled, it didn't need a telepath to sense that something was bothering him. And he was just staring at Serena which made her uncomfortable, he was probably trying to get peace too and Serena didn't want to interrupt, as she tried to walk away. He called out,

"Wait." His voice hoarse, like he has been crying.

Serena spun her head gazing upon the adult man. Pity and empathy rushed onto her, she didn't despise the man infront of her but then she also didn't like him. Not after the multiple acts he has done that has probably either made the situation for mutants the worse or the better.

She cleared her throat, walking up to him, "May I sit down?" Serena asked gesturing the free chair. He only nodded as a response.

The both sat there quietly, bathing each other's silence and company, staring at moon.

"It's beautiful." Serena suddenly blurted after 5 minutes of complete silence that made Erik glance at the young girl.

"You know, it's rare to view the full moon as it only occurs once every 29 days." Her mouth line reaching her ears, as she smiled quirkily trying not to be awkward. Erik just nodded again, ever since with Apocalypse he has been quiet, around her anyways. She doesn't blame him if he feels guilty with the things he have done when he was at the wrong side. Erik only stopped when Apocalypse almost killed Raven and Serena, he was burning her left hand using her abilities and he was choking Raven. Erik used his enhanced abilities trying to trap Apocalypse that made him unhand both girls and Serena appreciated that. But she wouldn't say it aloud.

"Why are you still up?” Erik asked, in a slow pace, testing the waters with the young mutant as this would be their first official interaction.

Serena bit her bottom lip, hesitating whether or not to trust this man with her worries. "I just - couldn't handle the visions and nightmare, there are just some days where everything is too much." Looking at the ground and fidgeting her gloves.

"Is that why you wear your gloves?"

"Yeah, it's too prevent any sudden visions."

"Why is that?” Erik asked curiously.

"Well when I was a child, when I discovered my ability to foresee the futures and past, nobody believed or helped me. Then when I accidentally created a shadow dome in my school, I was taken away. My sister tried to protect me but she couldn't do anything to the government people." She rambled.

"So what I have learned is that, If I don't want to be poked around with needles or people thinking I'm evil because of my power over the dark or be invaded with awful destinies and pasts. I should try my best to control and hide my powers." Serena stated trying not to let the tears go, as many miserable memories of her childhood being misunderstood and assaulted, used as an experiment and her doing everything she can to survive.

Serena received an empathetic look from Erik, him understanding her traumatic past. "I'm sorry to hear that Rodrigo, nobody deserves to have gone through all that. But you shouldn't compromise of who you are to accommodate the people around you." Serena only could muster a small thank you while snuffling.

"Why are you awake at this time then, Mr. Lehnsherr?"

Erik stayed silent for awhile, staring intently at Serena. While the girl looked at ground as if it was the greatest view she has seen, as she felt his stare drilling onto her skull. Erik hesitated is he should tell the young girl of his problems, as he was scared the knowledge he would share will be use against him and make him weak again.

As if reading his mind, "You don't have to say anything." Serena stated, reaching her gloved hand and putting above his that was laying at the table seperating the two mutants. Erik looked at her hands on top on his, then stared at her again. She was smiling warmly, as if he wasn't the most wanted man on Earth. "But if you ever do decide to say something, I promise everything you say is safe and locked here." Serena pointed at her brain.

Erik breath out trembling, he open his mouth then shut it, he was contemplating on what words should he use to explain reasons of his sadness and grief.

"It hurts," He grunted. "It hurts so much, it feels like its ripping out my heart." Serena furrowed her brows, pitying the old man.

"Shaw killed my Mother, they killed my wife and my precious daughter, they imprisoned me and they tortured me." A tear fell on his beige skin, "I never had anything left yet still, every time I show the slightest care for someone they take it away from me. Haven't I given enough?” He continued, looking at Serena crazed with anger, guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Lehnsherr." Serena stated speechless, "I do hope that someday you will find peace and happiness, what you have gone through is very hard. " She awkwardly looked at him, and Erik understood she didn't know what words to use to console him but her presence and her hopefulness for Erik already gave him some bit of comfort.

"Thank you, and please I think we're past the formalities. Just call me Erik." He said smiling the pain away.

"Then just call me Serena, Erik."

The two mutants smiling each other kindly, then looked away to stare at the moon again. Tonight Serena might have just made a new acquaintance, as the two bonded with their own heartbreaks. Serena then felt the hand below hers, squeeze gently.

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okok soo I was inspired so I made my oc and Erik interact bc why not???

I was also inspired bc last time I asked ai to make my oc and Erik interact and I loved them (Also just to be clear, I may have asked ai to make a shitty oc but the oc (name, backstory etc.) I have written and posted, is what I have created on my own with the inspiration of Remnant, Raven, Shade and Darkling. And also I just asked Ai since I needed some explaination on dark matter which is a power of another oc of my mine HAHAHHA)

and also I want to write more interactions with other XMEN members, So maybe I will do Jean Grey next!!

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Taking Requests

I love the idea of doing a request every day leading up to Christmas.

My account is less than a year old so I’ve never had the chance to do any.

I want to do it for inspiration, and to keep writing fun for me.

Don’t be afraid to request ANY dynamics or situations, I’m here to have fun!

I’ll do a 1000 or so word oneshots for these characters:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

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Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

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Aegon Targaryen II

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

John Snow

Jaime Lannister

Brienne of Tarth

Sandor Clegane

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Lee Bodecker

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Kemp

Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill)

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hi! can i request a peter maximoff x reader who’s hanks sister and is living in the mansion with xavier and him and so she joins them on the mission to break erik out (could her powers be that she can breathe fire so she calls herself dragon?) and she and peter get to know eachother and stuff and develop a linking for eachother

they don’t see eachother till the events of apocalypse and the tension between them is still there throughout and at the end when peter gets gravely injured they end up confessing their feelings?

thankyou!

love your writing btw!

thank you so much for requesting this, i haven't written for my boy peter maximoff in FOREVER and that is a crime

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Three utterly fascinating things are happening in Xavier’s School right now. Seeing as the place has practically been a mausoleum as of late, what with the complete and utter lack of gifted youngsters necessary to make the school function, you are delighted to see that events of note are finally occurring again.

The three utterly fascinating things are as follows: one, a mysterious stranger arrives at the school and lets himself in, two, your brother turns into a blue furry rage monster (as you would so kindly refer to him), and three, Charles Xavier himself has stepped out of his office for the first time in what feels like weeks to see what all the fuss is about. The former professor is carrying a half empty glass bottle, so he’s at least partially staying true to form, but still. Changes, people. You’ve got to love them.

You have taken up a strategic position halfway hidden in the shadows of dust-covered mahogany bookshelves, which gives you the perfect vantage point to see whatever the hell is going on now. Your brother and the new guy have been brawling, or they were up until Charles decided to come down and ruin your show.

It seems like the typical dispute, where someone wants Charles to do some sort of mutant-related thing, the kind of thing he’s sworn off for many years now. You’re just about to retreat upstairs, entertainment over, when New Guy reveals that he’s been sent here from the future.

You aren’t quite able to stow your surprised laugh in time, and Charles, Hank, and New Guy turn to look at you in expressions ranging from annoyance to impassivity.

There’s no chance that you’ll be able to hide anymore, so you shrug and head downstairs. “Look, sorry for listening, but the guy just said he’s here from the future. Can you blame me for wanting to see what that’s about?”

New Guy narrows his eyes at you. “Funny, I didn’t know you were living here around this time, Y/N.”

You glare at him in unison with Hank. “How did you know my name?”

New Guy spreads his hands. “Like I said, I’m from the future. Are you going to believe me now?”

As it turns out, you are. New Guy, or Logan, is able to come up with a few more details on Charles’ life, and just like that, you’ve got a verified time traveler pacing back and forth in front of you. It would be fantastic, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s asking you to break into the Pentagon to rescue the one person Charles wants to see the least.

You’ve managed to insert yourself into this scheme, partially because your group is down a functioning mutant due to Charles’ current inability to read minds. Right now, you’re stuck in a car with the three of them, headed to pick up one more potential ally.

Logan stops the car outside the Maximoff residence, then turns to the rest of you to issue a warning.

“Look, judging by what I know about Peter in my time, he’s going to be a bit of a handful. Just stick with what we have to do, got it?”

You arch a brow. “What, is he a serial killer? How bad can he be?”

Logan grimaces. “If anyone, you’ll get along with him best. You certainly do in my time.”

His mouth turns down slightly as he says this, like he’s realizing that he may have revealed something about the future that he wasn’t supposed to share with you.

His hesitation, however, isn’t enough to dissuade your newfound curiosity. “Do I know Peter Maximoff well, then? Are we close?”

Hank shoves you lightly on the shoulder. “Stop bothering the guy with bone claws coming out of his hands and get out of the car.”

You make a face at your brother, but get out anyway. You’ve got a mission to do, and none of you can afford to waste much time on complaining.

The Maximoff household is nothing like what you were expecting. Ms. Maximoff initially thinks that you’re cops, and that you’re there solely because Peter stole something. This only adds to your fascination about the mutant you’re here to see- just who is this guy, at any rate?

You get your answer soon enough, once the four of you descend into the basement. Peter Maximoff is a silver-haired blur, scarcely stopping his whirlwind of motion long enough to hurl questions at you. Charles seems exasperated already, Logan is grimly aware that this is exactly what he’s been afraid of seeing, Hank is seconds from turning into the Beast again, and you, you are delighted by the whole thing.

You take your role of bothering Charles and Hank very seriously, and it’s wonderful to see that you’ll have a partner in this going forward. Peter’s also quite funny, and you get plenty of chances to notice this as he seems to keep making one-liners for your benefit. Peter’s attention, albeit extraordinarily scattered, drifted quickly from the three men to you and stayed there for the rest of the meeting. It takes Charles bringing up the fact that Peter will be able to break into the Pentagon to distract the speedster from his restless flirting.

To be fair, offering up the Pentagon as a potential robbery site would thrill just about anybody. Peter looks between the four of you, suddenly intrigued.

“The Pentagon? What are we taking out, weapons? Murderers?”

Charles furrows his brow in consternation, muttering something that sounds like ‘all of the above’ under his breath. Peter is bored by this answer, and appears by your side in a second.

“So, why are you here? Are you a murderer as well? You’re certainly killer, if that’s any compensation.”

He winks as he says this, and you grin, partially at the pickup line and also because Hank’s look of revulsion is absolutely hilarious.

“We have a friend here from the future, and he says that we’re get along well a couple years from now.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, donning the grin of a madman. You love it. “We’re close? What kind of close?”

Hank takes it upon himself to intervene. “You’re on the same continent. That’s all you have to know.”

You and Peter give Hank cross looks in unison. Charles takes advantage of the sudden lapse in conversation to try and twist the knife a little further.

“Look, are you going to come with us or not? We’re mutants, we can help you. Or, if you don’t want help, you can at least get out of your mother’s basement for a couple of hours.”

Peter nods sagely. “You know what, I’ll do it. What are your mutations, then? I feel like I should know. It’s good to be informed.”

Hank mumbles something about turning into a monster, which you note is likely some form of his guilt eating away at his consciousness yet again, Charles mentions that he can read minds when he’s not trying to pretend that he doesn’t have a gift, and Logan extends the bone claws from his hands, to Peter’s both disgust and awe.

The silver-haired boy then turns to you. “Well? I’m expecting a good show. You haven’t disappointed on any other levels.”

You match his wolf’s grin measure for measure. “I’d hate to let you down on this point.”

You roll your shoulders as if to prepare for what you’re about to do, then take a deep breath. When you exhale, what spills out from your jaws is not carbon dioxide but fire, tongues of flame that twist through the air until they flicker into nothingness just before hitting the walls and ceiling.

Peter whistles slightly. “Wow. Can I assume they call you Dragon or something else cool like that?”

You smirk. “Exactly right. Maybe Charles isn’t the only mind reader.”

Truth be told, you’re glad Peter took the news of your powers so well. A lot of people are afraid, somewhat understandably, of someone who could light their entire house ablaze with a sigh. The two of you also have plenty of time to get each other better over the long car ride, as well as the trip into the Pentagon.

You have to admit that you’re fond of him. Was there ever a question of that? You’ve never met a boy who knew every facet of you so well, yet was still so dedicated to making you smile at a moment’s notice. Certainly nobody has ever offered you a baseball cap stolen from an FBI agent before.

Needless to say, you’re quite enjoying his company. So, when the six of you, including Erik Lehnsherr newly liberated from an all-plastic prison, arrive at Charles’ private jet to take you away to your next destination, you assume that you’ll be able to chat with Peter during the trip.

However, he hangs back by the car, as if he isn’t going. The others have started up ahead, but you jog back to him when you notice that he isn’t moving.

“Hey, aren’t you coming? I’m not saying that Logan’s going to try and take up several of the best seats for him and his unnecessarily long legs, but it might happen. We should go get a place before it’s too late.”

Peter chuckles, although his smile seems forced. “I don’t think I’m coming on this part of the trip, angel.”

The happy expression on your face drops as quickly as a sudden rain. “What do you mean, you’re not coming? We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Peter reaches forward to absentmindedly fix the collar of your jacket, but judging by the fact that he’s actually making the creases worse instead of straightening it out, he’s just looking for an excuse to stay close to you for at least a second longer.

“I’m not the one making the choice. I don’t have enough experience in the field, and they don’t want to mess this up.”

You grasp his hands from where they’re still worrying your collar, and they freeze instantly beneath your touch. “That’s absurd. I’m here, aren’t I?”

Peter gives you his best attempt at a lopsided smile. “Hey, I think you could take out all of us if you tried. This is probably what’s best, anyway. I haven’t been one of your X-People for long enough, and you have.”

You’ve said your share of goodbyes before, but you don’t think any of them has hurt as much as this one. “Peter, please. If we argued now we could probably convince them to let you come with us. It’s not like you’d slow us down.”

Peter chuckles at the joke, but you can tell that his mind’s been made up. “I’ll see you on the other side, alright? I can visit sometime soon.”

You haven’t known Peter that long, but you’ve learned enough about him to know that this is a lie. You let him have it, though. It makes for a quieter goodbye than accusing him of not caring.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Charles calls to you, and you walk away without another word. Every step away hurts, but you don’t dare let yourself look back. You think Peter might have meant to say something, because there’s a slight scuffle of footsteps behind you as if he’s about to run to you, but he stops himself just in time.

You’re in a frightful mood by the time you get on the plane, and throw yourself into the copilot’s seat without another word.

Hank gives you a surprised look. “What, are you that sad about leaving your future boyfriend of two days?”

You give him a glare over your shoulder, and although he’s the one who can turn into the blue-furred Beast, your expression must have been monstrous enough that Hank shuts up immediately. “Alright, alright. My bad.”

You don’t say another word for the whole fight, even when Charles, Erik, and Logan get into a fight bad enough that Erik causes the plane to start taking a nosedive. They manage to apologize, after all, and you’re still breathing when the aircraft lands.

It doesn’t mean you’ve healed, though. Even after the mission ends somewhat successfully and Logan goes back to his future body, you still find yourself stuck on the one boy you left behind. Does Peter think about you, from time to time, when he lights a candle or laughs at someone else’s joke? You know you think of him on measures of equal unimportance.

You don’t see him, though, not for years. As expected, Peter does not show up at Xavier’s School, even when it opens up again for real and students start pouring in. There are no late-night telephone calls, no letter addressed to you in hesitantly scrawled ink. It’s as if the tie that had bound the two of you together has been abruptly cut short.

Or, you don’t see him until the world starts to end. Apocalypse himself, some primordial god who has recently awoken seemingly for the sole task of ruining your lives, appears out of the blue in Xavier’s School, taking Charles with him. Alex Summers, angered, lets out a blast of energy that destroys the whole school. You fully expect to die when the explosions start going off, but for some reason, you don’t.

You blink, and when you open your eyes, you’re standing out in the lawn, watching the mansion blow itself to hell. You’re not alone, either; to your side is the person responsible for the fact that you’re still alive, and it is Peter Maximoff.

You stare at him, unable to speak. You’ve thought about this moment many times before, so you should have at least some idea of what to say, but nothing comes to mind.

Peter manages to control himself a little faster than you. “Y/N. It’s good to see you again.”

You nod, and in this moment you remember what you’ve been thinking about all this time. “You left. You never tried to even talk to me.”

Peter grimaces. “I tried, but-”

You cut him off. “No, you didn’t. You never gave me your number, but I gave you mine. You could have done this at any time, and don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we’re not all dead, but it’s been ten years. Don’t start up a conversation like nothing’s ever happened, because plenty has happened, and you weren’t here for any of it.”

You can’t deal with this, not now, so you stride briskly away to find Hank. You need to figure out what’s going on and how to deal with the dozens of young mutants suddenly without a home or mentor, and you can’t do that while you’re thinking about the boy who broke your heart a decade ago.

You do your best to not think about it at all, actually. This grows more difficult as time progresses, but you manage to keep up a stony silence. You speak to Peter as you must, but you refuse to let yourself become captivated by his smile again, or get to a point where you’ll miss him when he goes, because there is no chance that this story ends without him leaving again.

The only caveat to your plan, then, is what happens in the final battle between Apocalypse and the X-Men. You and the rest are hiding from the vengeful mutant, trying to figure out how to get a newly hairless Charles away despite the fact that he seems inches from death. Then, in the clearing below, you see Peter taking on Apocalypse alone.

He seems to be winning at first, and then Apocalypse catches on to what he’s doing and traps him in the earth, breaking his leg. You think you cry out, but Hank managed to clap a hand over your mouth just in time so you don’t give away your position. You watch, frozen by fear, as Psylocke approaches, ready to slit his throat.

She doesn’t, though, because this is not Psylocke but Mystique. Still, the fact that Peter nearly died and is now gravely injured doesn’t escape you. Even after you and your friends manage to incinerate Apocalypse once and for all, you’re still terrified that Peter might die out here on this battlefield. The second you can, you race to his side, reaching for a hand that you’re only half certain will take yours.

His fingers close around you, and you let out a slow breath of relief. Somewhere behind you, Charles is calling for someone to get medical help, but you can’t leave, not yet.

Peter speaks, his voice raspy. “I’m sorry. I should have come to you sooner.”

You shake your head. “Don’t. We can’t change the past, not anymore. I just need you to be alright.”

He smiles, that same crooked smile you’ve loved and then despised and are now loving again, over and over in cycles. “Of course you need me, sweetheart. We’re wonderful together.”

You let out a half-laugh, half-sigh, and pull him closer to you. “You’re such an idiot, Peter Maximoff.”

He grins. “Ah, but I’m your idiot.”

This time, your laugh is real. “Yeah, you are. I love you for that.”

“I love you too,” he says, and you think you’ve never heard any collection of words sound sweeter. The battle is over, the world is saved, and you have the boy you love right here in front of you. Nothing could be better.

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Peter, to everybody in the Xavier mansion: Did you see that? That’s my girlfriend, suckers!!

(Y/N), not looking up from her book: Your wife, Peter.

Peter: MY WIFE! EVEN BETTER!!

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Concussed: Peter Maximoff

summary: based on request for reader and Peter helping clean each other’s wounds, but with my twist of it being romantic, with slight sexual tension

pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader

warnings: kissing, mentions of blood/wounds, mild sexual tension

You sat across from Peter, who held an iced pack to a bruise that was forming on his cheekbone. His eyes met yours and he smiled, but only for a second. Only when he could. He was glad you were somewhat okay, as were you, him.

The smile was a good thing to think about until the jet landed and the people were moved out. Peter caught you before you could go. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You replied. Peter was a good friend, but he wasn’t a super close one, so the approach wasn’t off, it was more… rare. You liked him as a person and to be honest, you might have had a minor crush on him, but your head ached as well as your arm, you were both pretty fucked up.

“Would you mind helping me with bandages? Sounds pathetic, I know, but I really can’t move my-“ he went to gesture how he can’t really move his arms and in doing so, hurt himself. You didn’t mean to chuckle, but he let out a small laugh too. “All the medical people are busy, so… I’ll have to get my first aid things from my room.”

“Of course not. After you,” you nodded, limping slightly. You were battered up pretty badly, but he led the way and helped you up a few steps.

The solemn attitude was lifting. “Welcome to my room, please excuse everything.” He chuckled, opening the door with his foot. The room was an organized mess with a made bed. You kind of chuckled yourself at the fact he was twenty-something and part of the mess was a bunch of action figures. Mess aside though, it smelled nice, like air freshener.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, hissing in pain, stretching out as much as he could. He pressed his hand to his head to where he had a cut with near-dried blood. Something within your stomach burned at the sight, you blinked it off.

“My first aid stuff is in the bathroom,” he said. “I should probably go in there-“

“You’re looking pretty pale, I think you should just stay there,” you said. He bowed his head, then put it up again due to the cut on his forehead. You walked over to the washroom and found the big kit with ease- everyone had to have one if they were part of the team. “What hurts the most?”

“I think I’m concussed. Either that or you have a twin.” You turned quickly, but he smiled. “That was a joke. But I do think I’m concussed.” You shook your head, walking back to him and smiling a little. “You look just as bad.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. He smiled a little. “I need a full rundown of what I can help with.”

He nodded a little. “My head, you can see. I think I dislocated my shoulder, my upper chest here is fucked up and the rest are just bruises and scratches, I think. Pretty hot, right?”

“Mmm yeah,” you said, pulling out what you needed from the first aid kit. “I hate to ask this with the context of what you just said, but could you take off your top?”

“On the first date?” He joked. You sighed, blowing hair out of your face. “I would for you, but I don’t actually think I could if I tried. And I hate to ask this with the context what you just said, but could you take off my top?” He used your own line back at you, altered. You fought both a smile and a blush. That was a new feeling here.

You set down your things and carefully undid the straps around his neck. You were vaguely aware of how close your face was to his as you moved down his back, undoing the pieces that kept him in.

“You still smell good,” Peter said, “Despite the fight that almost took us all out.”

“Thank you,” you finally got all of them loose and pulled gently. He winced, but you were careful and slowly maneuvered it off of him. He hissed a few times, but stuck it out with his jaw clenched. “You okay?”

From the looks of it, he was not. He had a good scratch from his collarbone to his shoulder, a cut that bled through his undershirt on his chest, and bruising everywhere, along with more minor scratches. “Hurts, but I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about you, with that gash on your cheek…” he touched your cheek just a little and you turned away. Now was definitely not the time to start feeling things. You poured out the disinfected water onto a sanitary cloth.

“I’ll be fine. Unfortunately I think you have to take off your undershirt too,” you anticipated his joking but he just grabbed the scissors and cut it off with the arm he could move without hurting too much. He winced and could barely even finish cutting, but he did. It was the easier method. No joke, but he did have an awful smirk. A really awful smirk.

He was the kind of guy who was fit in the healthiest way. Not super toned but there was definition in his arms and chest, but not a lot. Soft, was the right word, and you might have been staring before you started to clean the wounds the best you could with just the water. There was some form of tension in the air, thick, and it only worsened.

“Fuck that hurts,” he winced, but didn’t move much more than tensing up. You backed off, taking off the top of your suit too, leaving you in just a black t-shirt. You pretended like his eyes didn’t linger.

“I know, wait until we get to the alcohol.”

“Ugh,” he kept tense as you cleaned him up, his body, then his face. He was better with his face. You leaned over him to clean it. He let you. He didn’t need any stitches, which was a good thing, and you easily bandaged up his forehead and put some healing ointments on his other cuts. “You should let me help you with your face.” He said. “While you do the rest of me.”

“I’m fine,”

“It’s still bleeding. If it’s not dealt with in time it’ll ruin your pretty face.” you dismissed the pretty part. It was in Peter’s nature to joke around.

“Fine.” You said, continuing to tend to the wounds on his chest and shoulder. Shoulder was a little discoloured, it was dislocated. He used the arm he could somewhat use and tidied the wounds on your face while you prepared the alcohol. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you’re here to distract me from the pain I’m in.” He said. You smirked a little.

“Distract how?”

“You know how,” he said. You didn’t fully know, you just pressed the alcohol pad to his shoulder cut. He would have taken too long to prepare for the pain anyways. He grit his teeth and jerked just a little, trying not to make noise. “God, fuck that hurt-“ he practically growled it.

“I know, I know, but it needs to be done.” You wiped it a little, he kept his teeth together. He was gripping your other hand, you noticed. You didn’t know when that happened, but he just was. It was okay, you kept it as you applied the alcohol to other wounds. “This might not even be the worst part. This part is really going to fucking hurt so you’re going to want to listen to me.”

“I’m going to pretend like that sentence wasn’t the hottest thing said to me in a while,” Peter said, letting go of your hand and touching his hair. You smiled a little, fanning his scratches of the alcohol. “You’re not being very receptive of my flirting.” He said. Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“I’m focused on making sure you don’t bleed out,” you replied, trying to hide your smile as you pressed bandages to where he needed them. Was there really tension, or was he just done for? “I don’t think you actually want to flirt with me, I think you’re concussed. You said it so yourself.”

He tried to shrug, but hissed a little. “The fact I’ve liked you since I met you is such a strong truth it shines through my concussion. It’s the concussion that’s making me admit it.”

“You’re severely concussed, oh my god.” You said, walking over to his shelf, finding immediately what you need. No clue why he had a wooden spoon, but then again why did he have a giant collection of Twinkie boxes… or a box of elastic bands?

“You’re not unlikeable, I don’t know why you wouldn’t believe me.” He questioned.

You shook your head, “I think with your lack of filter and spontaneity, you would have said something sooner.”

“No. You scare the shit out of me. Not because you’re scary, but because you’re you. You know? So yeah right now my confession might be due to blood loss or my concussion but I mean what I say. It’s kind of like I’m dazed but I’m not.” Peter rambled. You blinked a few times, thinking about it.

You liked Peter. It wasn’t a huge crush… more a small one, but you did. Did you admit it to him right now? Or wait until he’s healed to see if he really means it all? “I think that you should bite down on this,” you held out the spoon and reluctantly he bit it. “This will hurt.”

“Mhm,” and you readied yourself at his shoulder. It was good you studied this, or this could have gone wrong. You grabbed his shoulder at first with gentle hands and he tensed. You counted down.

“5, 4, 3,-“ and you grabbed his arm suddenly and shoved it back into place with a sickening crunch. His whole body convulsed and he made a sound in reaction to the pure pain, breathing hard. “I do like you too.” You admit while he was still writhing. Maybe he would forget it later, blinded by the pain.

He spit out the spoon. “You didn’t even count down to one,” he complained. You started tending to your own bodily wounds, cleaning and bandaging. “That really hurt.”

“It’s over with, though.” You said, now wrapping his arm with supportive cloth. “You’ll be okay, you’re all patched up. I’ll get you a new ice pack after I finish up on myself-“

Peter pointed at you, “You’re pretending you didn’t just admit to liking me back. You wanted me to forget.”

“Really, it’s not huge.”

“You like me too.” He laughed. It was almost like he laughed at you. Cocky. “You admit it out loud.”

“Yeah. I did. I’m probably concussed.”

“You know this means I should probably kiss you before you walk out the door and regret all of this,” he shrugged and sped over. His legs were in working order, seemingly.

“I don’t know about that logic,” you replied. “This is definitely a concussion thing, it’s got you all screwed up. You’ll probably regret it first, if your brain ever goes back to-“ he kissed you. Hand on your jaw, he kissed you. And it was better than you expected. Sweeter. You kissed back, then he stopped. “-normal.” You finished your sentence.

“We should definitely talk this over when we’re not injured super badly.” Peter suggested, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m thinking tomorrow night, when the scratches turn into scabs. Like 8:30?”

“Smooth.” You said. It was funny how he didn’t even move an inch back from you to say his words. Your noses still touched. “Sure.”

“Great. Looking forward to doing this again.”

“How do you know I’ll let you?” You mumbled, looking at his lips again.

“You kissed me back right now, didn’t you? I think that sends a certain signal, so I don’t think I read this wrong.” He grinned a devilish grin and you sighed, smiling back. “So 8:30?”

“8:30,” you repeated. He got back onto his bed, smiling as you continued your task, going to get him an ice pack for his head and one for your head as well. The pain was a little more bearable now, somehow.

That was definitely a strange turn of events in an odd situation, but it worked out. You found yourself smiling as you sort of limped to find an ice pack. Jean seemed to be doing the same thing and she had a gleam in her eye as she passed you two of exactly what you were looking for.

“Finally, hm?” She said. You almost forgot she could read minds and you smiled a little, nodding thank you for the ice pack and yes to her words. “Took him long enough.”

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Kandi Crush // Peter Maximoff

request: @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s writing challenge prize fic!

prompts: none

summary: you really like Peter, so you keep making him kandi.

warnings: really adorable, not proofread

word count: 932

a/n: may or may not be loosely based of experiences with my crush :)

“Hey Peter!” you said, a bright and cheery smile on your face.

A light blush immediately overtook Peter’s face as he turned to face you. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice.

“Hey y/n! What’s up?” he replied, trying and failing to keep his cool.

It was no secret that Peter had a crush on you. And not just the small kind of crush classmates would get on each other that would fade away in a few months. He was head over heels in love with you. Ever since you first arrived at the mansion, he’d been absolutely infatuated with you. And everyone knew. Well everyone except for you.

“I made you another bracelet!” you beamed, holding it out towards him.

The bracelet in your hand was a simple one, a repeating pattern of blue and silver beads. But it made Peter’s heart flutter nonetheless. He held out his arm and you slipped it on, right next to the bracelets that you’ve made him before.

“Thanks y/n, I love it!” he said, blushing even harder.

You must’ve given him almost twenty bracelets by now, but each time you made him a new one he felt his heart flutter all over again. It made him feel special, even if that wasn’t true. Because you made them for everyone. And not just bracelets, no you made all kinds of kandi. Bracelets, cuffs, rings, necklaces and more.

The feeling you’d get when you gave them away was indescribable. You just loved seeing how it would make people’s faces light up. Almost every day you would sit in your room and make kandi for hours. You didn’t mind spending all your money on beads and all your time crafting. All you really wanted was to make people happy, and this was the best way you knew how to do so.

You’ve made kandi for almost every single person who lived in the mansion: students, teachers, and even the mutants who were just passing through. But your favorite person to make bracelets for was Peter.

You loved the way his cheeks would tint pink every time you gave him a new one. And you also loved that he never took them off. He was always wearing every single bracelet you gave him, all 27 (you kept count).

You’ve given him more bracelets than anyone else. If someone asked why, you’d just say he asked you to make him another one. But the truth was, you had a crush on him. And making Peter smile was your favorite thing to do. So you constantly gave him new ones, just to make him happy. Because even though he most likely didn’t feel the same, you still loved to see him smile.

You and Peter talked for a few more moments, before the two of you finally parted ways. You were heading back to your room when Jubilee pulled you aside.

“You know he likes you right?” she said, a giddy smile on her face.

“Who?” you asked, not really catching on.

“Peter! He’s so obvious about it. You’re seriously telling me you haven’t realized by now?”

You froze. You felt your heart rate quicken and your face glow hot. He liked you? Peter? The guy you’ve been in love with for almost two years? That Peter? It sounded too good to be true.

“Helloooo? Earth to y/n,” Jubilee said, snapping her fingers in front of your eyes.

You felt yourself come back to reality, and a bunch of new emotions flooded over you.

“Wait, how do you know he likes me?”

She laughed under her breath, “You’re serious? He’s only been super obvious about it for a few months. You’ve never noticed how he always blushes when you’re around? Or how he stumbles on his words when he’s talking to you? God, the amount of times Jean’s complained to me about his thoughts about you being super loud!”

You felt a smile begin to grow on your face.

“ He really likes you y/n. And I know you like him too. You should tell him! Good luck!”

And with that Jubilee skipped away down the hall, not a care in the world. Meanwhile you couldn’t stop your mind from racing. He liked you back! He actually liked you back! Now you just had to figure out a way to tell him. And you had the perfect idea.

~

“Peter!” you shouted as you ran to catch up with him.

“Hey y/n!” he said, returning the smile that you had.

“Ok so, I may have made you another bracelet,” you said, your face growing hot as you handed it towards it.

It was pink and black with heart shaped beads, and letters that spelled out ‘I like you’.

You shifted your weight back and forth, as you nervously watched him read what the bracelet said. Even though Jubilee told you that he liked you, you were still scared that he would reject you.

But you felt your heart soar as a smile grew on his face. He slipped the bracelet on and engulfed you in a hug.

“I like you too,” he said, a huge smile overtaking his face.

You hugged him back, not only because you wanted to hug him, but to assure yourself that this was real. That this was really happening, that he actually liked you back. You couldn’t help but smile even brighter as you finally let yourself take in the fact that this was real.

Peter really did like you back. And you finally had him. Your kandi crush.

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[dilf-whore]

Could I have a Peter Maximoff reader fic, where there’s a Halloween party, and the reader has been trying to scope out what Peter will be wearing so she can “accidentally” turn up in a matching costume. Unfortunately Peter has also been trying to scope out what she’ll be coming as so he can “accidentally” turn up in a matching costume. Jean and Scott are wondering how far they can go with this.

the costume dilemma

pairing: peter maximoff x f!reader

A/N: now please bear with me because i feel this sucks but i really love your request it's adorable but i feel like i didn't do it justice but still but jahejs 😭

requested: yes

word count: 427

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“What do you think?” Jean asks, bringing the piece of clothing closer to you, it was her costume for the Halloween party next week and she’s planning to go as Candace from the cartoon show, Phineas and Ferb.

A soft smile forms on your lips, you could already picture how good she’ll look and what Scott’s reaction will be, “it’s really cute!” you reply. “What about you, Y/N? Do you have a costume yet?”

“Oh, about that, no, not yet actually”

Jean puts her costume back in her closet and places her hands on her hips, “the party’s next week! What are you waiting for? Christmas? Come on let’s go buy you one. Right. Now” she scolds, firmly holding your wrist as she pulls you out of her room. “W-wait, Peter doesn’t have a costume yet either. We should tag him along” you say, eyes looking for the speedster.

“He’s a grown man, he can go by himself whenever he wants”

“I-I know, but like-“

“Peter! I’m taking Y/N out to buy her costume. Come with us! And you too Scott” you get cut off by the redhead, spotting your boyfriend at the corner talking with Scott.

And just like that, Peter’s on your side in an instant, startling you. “Let’s go”

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Jean and Scott looks at you and Peter simultaneously with annoyed looks on their faces. They've been watching you both steal glances at each other, checking if one has chosen a costume.

"How long are they gonna keep this up?" Scott sighs, tapping on his thigh impatiently. You wanted to surprise Peter by matching your costume with his but he hasn't gotten anything yet - little did you know that he wants to do the same. Jean just rolls her eyes in response.

"I can't handle this anymore" Jean stands up and goes to an aisle nearby, Scott following behind. She looks through the hanged costume and after a short while, she finally finds matching costumes for couples, it was Daphne Blake and Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo.

She snatches them and rushes to where you both are, "here! Now you can both match and sorry it's not a surprise but you two are such idiots and your thoughts are so fucking loud! I don't even have to go in your minds! They're screaming at me!" she rants out, tossing the clothes to you two, both mouths slightly opened in shock.

Peter looks over you, "sorry?" you both apologize to Jean in unison, bodies awkwardly stiff at the sudden revelation.

"Morons" Jean corrects you.

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[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Soft Pretzel

A request by @ittoehurt in which the reader has been feeling sick lately and finds out they are pregnant with Peter’s kid. But she isn't sure if he would even want to have a kid with her. I put my own little twist on it, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: None really, mostly pure fluff, a little angst

Word count: 1780

You were currently huddled over a toilet throwing your soft pretzel up. Jubilee was with you holding your hair back. “I’m so sorry Jubilee.” You choked out in between your sickness. You laid your head against the toilet bowl, much to her protests. 

“No honey it’s okay.” She reassured you by moving your head from the public toilet to lay on her shoulder. You wrapped your arms around your stomach as if willing it to keep down your food. 

“You can leave me here, go have fun with Kurt and the gang.” You smiled weakly and she just softly shook her head at you.  You guys were supposed to be having a fun day at the carnival,  when you suddenly felt sick and rushed off to the bathroom. Peter had wanted to go with you but Jubilee insisted that he couldn't just go into a woman’ bathroom like that. 

“I am not leaving you here. You know that.” She brushed your hair away from your face. “I told you not to eat that carnival food, it always makes me sick.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought of even eating anything at the pop up carnival. Especially when she  saw the buckets of grease that everything was marinating in. Peter had eaten something from every stand as you guys had walked around together and he was in no mindset to stop soon. But for once he felt his appetite disappear as he waited for you outside of the bathroom. His foot anxiously tapping against the pavement. 

Truth be told you knew it wasn’t the pretzel was what had made you so sick. You had woken up on many occasions recently hurling into a toilet, you were always careful to never wake Peter up when you slipped out of bed to spill your guts. It had been a while since your last period as well. Your suspicions were confirmed when you took a pregnancy test a couple days ago. You had driven to the store to buy one after your morning classes. Peter wasn't home in your shared apartment when you took it, and when you saw those two lines appear you knew you were screwed. You had sat in the bathroom for god knows how long crying a mix of tears.

You and Peter had been together for a while now. You had met him in high school in your science class, he was your lab partner. He cracked some dumb chemistry joke and you fell in love with him right then and there. You guys started dating and at homecoming he admitted that he was a mutant, he had been so nervous on how you would react. He loved you so much and he hated the idea of ruining it because he was different. But you could care less, you told him that it didn't change the way you felt about him and when you said you thought his superspeed was really cool he was whipped. You guys had been together a couple years now, you had even taken the next step and moved in together, not wanting to spend the rest of your days making out in his mom’s basement. He had become a member of the x-men and you took classes at the local university. Everything seemed so perfect. And now there was a chance of ruining it all. You and Peter were in your early 20’s you two hadn’t even talked about having children, heck you hadn't even thought about it yourself. You didn't even know if he would want a kid with you, he was so young and this was both of yours first relationship. You felt as if you were going to tie him down to something he never even wanted. 

You bit your lip debating on telling Jubilee what had been bugging you for the past few weeks. She saw your brow furrowed and turned to face you. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick again.” She got up to leave. “I’ll go get you some water.” You grabbed her hand before she could leave. 

“The pretzel isn't what made me sick.” You admitted quietly, curling into yourself even more. She silently urged you to go on, sitting back down and taking your hands in hers. 

“I’m pregnant,” You admitted, staring at your lap, not wanting to meet her eyes, in fear that you would see disappointment in them. 

The bathroom was eerily quiet until Jubilee let out a happy squeal and tackled you in a hug. You nearly fell over onto the floor. 

“Omg (y/n)!!! You and Peter are going to have a kid together!! They’re going to be so cute! Especially if they look like you, I don’t know how they’ll look if they get Peter’s genes.” She rambled happily. You let out a little laugh at her excitement, but your heart was still heavy. 

She calmed herself down and her tone turned serious. “Have you told Peter yet?’

You fiddled with your hands. “No I haven’t.”

“How come?’ It wasn’t a judgmental question that Jubilee asked and you could sense the question was more for your benefit than for his. 

“I just don't know he would even want a kid with me. We’re both so young and I don’t want to trap him into a relationship he never wanted.” You admitted, tears threatening to form.

“Oh Honey.” Jubilee pulled you into a tight hug. “Peter loves you so much, I just know he would want a kid with you. It might be a shock but he’s talked about spending his life with you.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really, that boy is so whipped for you it’s so funny.” She joked as she pulled away. She wiped your tears away gently and helped you off the floor. “You should tell him though, it's only fair.” You nodded your head in agreement and you excited the stall together. 

“Can you give me a minute to fix myself? I look like a mess.” You laughed. 

“Sure.” Jubilee left you alone to tidy yourself in the mirror. The minute she stepped out of the bathroom Peter bombarded her with questions.

“How is she? Is she okay? Does she wanna go home?” 

“Chill out she’s fine.” Jubilee replied, trying her best to hide her smile. She turned to Kurt and the rest of the gang. “Let’s go get a spot to watch the fireworks, (y/n) and Peter will catch up later.” 

They left Peter to his thoughts and he began to wonder why she wanted to leave you two all alone. The longer he sat there the more his thoughts drifted to negative ones. You came out a couple minutes later and Peter was immediately by your side. “Hey I missed you, are you okay?” You smiled at him nervously and took his hand in yours. “We need to talk.” Peter felt his heart stop at those words, but squeezed your hand in response. 

You led him over to an empty bench that was at some distance from the rest of the crowd. “Peter I-”

Before you could even continue Peter interrupted you. “Are you breaking up with me?” He asked in a small voice. 

“What no.” You cupped his face with both your hands. “No, nothing like that I could never break up with you. I love you too much.” You kissed him softly and he returned it. You pulled away running your thumb absentmindedly across his cheek. He moved his hand to cup yours. 

“What is it then?” You felt your heart pounding in your chest, drowning out all the noise around you. 

You wet your lips before meeting his gaze. “I’m pregnant Peter.” You were met with silence and immediately you took it as a rejection and started to ramble. “It’s yours but don't worry I’m not asking for anything and if you don’t want to have the kid I can raise them on my own. I can go back with my parents and I-”

“You're pregnant?” Peter repeated softly a smile starting to form on his lips. “I’m going to be a dad.” You nodded your head silently. “I’m going to be a dad!” He screamed lunging towards you and picking you up. He spun you around in circles, his head buried in the crook of your neck. 

“Peter!” You squealed. He gently set you back down and held your face in his hands. 

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? (y/n) I couldn't be happier!” Your face broke out in a smile. “I love you so much, we’re going to be amazing parents!” He took you back in his arms, holding you tight and pressing kisses to the top of your head. You felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulder. “We have to tell the gang!”

Peter wanted to get there as fast as possible but settled for walking when he realized that the sudden speed might upset your stomach. “Peter I’m not that delicate.” You protested. 

“Not taking any chances babe! You’re carrying very precious cargo!” He rubbed your stomach slightly as if there was a bump there already. You let out a light laugh and he pulled you even closer. When you met up with the rest of the gang the fireworks had already started. Peter scared everybody by shouting at the top of his lunges that he was going to be a dad. He slapped Scott on the back with a hearty laugh nearly knocking his sunglasses off.

 “Watch it, Maximoff.” Jean stifled a laugh next to him. “Good luck spending the rest of your life with that idiot.”

You laughed and and Peter whined. “Babeeee.” 

Jubilee pulled you into a side hug, watching as Peter told random strangers that he was going to be a Dad, they just awkwardly congratulated him and he smiled proudly. “I see he took the news well.” 

“What!” Peter exclaimed as he sped back to your side. “You told Jubilee before me!” He proclaimed with mock hurt. You just rolled our eyes and nudged him playfully. 

“Yeah cause she likes me better!” Jubilee joked pulling you closer to her. 

Peter yanked you back to his side. “Not in a million years Lee.” He kissed the top of your head. You guys settled onto the grass with the rest of the group, you leaned back into Peter’s chest. He rested his head in the cook of your neck inhaling your scent. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You closed your eyes at his soft touch. “For what?”

You felt him smile and hug you closer, hands resting gently on your stomach. “For giving me everything I could have ever wanted.”

[mercurymilkshakes]

can you do like an enemies to lovers with peter maximoff? thanks!

Silver Lining | Peter Maximoff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): uhhhh swearing and kind of implying reader has dad issues but also not in a way?? it’s also mostly fluff, I hope that’s okay

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: all peter wanted was a little bit of your undivided attention, even if you were annoyed with him. this time, he goes a bit too far.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): as per the request above, enemies to lovers

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k

It wasn’t that you hated him. Well, maybe you did- but it was more the inconvenient annoyance of incessant chatter, music cranked up to ear splitting volumes, and the mystery of how all your decent records happened to go missing as soon as Peter had found out you owned them.

Peter Maximoff was frustrating to say the least, and it was even more infuriating that he didn’t seem to see anything wrong with his behaviour.

“Lighten up, Y/N.” He’d say, fidgeting with his jacket, pinning a button- that most certainly was not his- on the collar.

Sure he was annoying, and sure you wanted to pull your hair out every time he spoke, but you didn’t really hate him- at least, not till now.

It wasn’t uncommon for Peter to pull pranks on people around the institute, and you knew you were one of his biggest targets for that, for what reason- you could never tell.

They had always been harmless though, like sticking a sticky note to your back that had some mildly crude word written on it, or replacing all your pens with glitter pens right before a class- so you’d be forced to hand in a paper that was pink and sparkly.

Before this point, all his little pranks on you, short remarks, and things he’d ‘borrowed’ had only been a minor inconvenience. This, however, was a whole new level of low.

Now, you were standing in the centre of the school’s student population, listening to people laugh at you as you trued to pull a grotesque, thick, sparkly purple liquid off your person.

It was all over you. Everywhere. You were almost certain it’d take days to get these stains out of your clothes, and for that matter, out of your skin.

That wasn’t even what bothered you most. It was the way everyone could see you. Everyone could point and laugh and whisper.

It was embarrassing, you looked ridiculous and this substance smelled awful. You had one person to blame.

“You’re so infuriating, Peter!” You shouted, instantly washing the smug and amused smile off the speedster’s face. “Why do you insist on being such a bully!”

You feel the disgusting liquid travelling down your arms, down the back of your shirt, and down your forehead, but you wipe it before it can get in your eyes.

You could only stand, red faced and helpless and covered in sludge, stuck in the middle of a crowd while you stared down the silver haired cause of this whole event.

“I’m not a bully, Y/N, god- why can’t you take a joke!” Peter responded, matching your tone- though immediately regretting it.

He didn’t mean for the prank to be as theatrical as it had been- and by the humiliated and uncomfortable look etched into your features, he knew he was in the wrong. He felt guilty, but was too stubborn to say so.

“I hate you.” You snap, making Peter feel even worse.

Instead of apologizing, like he knew he should have, Peter only went further.

“Oh, you hate me? You’re not ten years old, I’m not your dad!” He retaliated. That. That was too far.

Apparently someone had informed the headmaster of what had happened, as Xavier’s was the next voice heard among all the whispers.

“Peter, that’s enough.” He spoke, clearly trying to keep his reaction to the situation restrained.

Hank McCoy appeared out from behind some students, side stepping Xavier’s wheelchair as he made his way over to you- kindly laying a towel over your shoulders.

You muttered a thank you, appreciating the gesture greatly, as it felt like you had some layer of protection now- especially as Hank continued to try and hide you behind him as he lead you out of the crowd.

Taking a last glance over your shoulder, you see Peter being escorted by Xavier in the opposite direction, no doubt towards the headmaster’s study to discuss some sort of punishment for the prank Peter had pulled.

That was the last you really saw of him for a few days. You began to avoid him like the plague, not wanting to deal with another argument- knowing that as soon as you saw that fluff of silver hair, you’d return to your anger.

If it was any other scenario, you would have laughed it off and forgave him- but not this time. This time, his prank left bits of your skin dyed a certain hue of bright, electric purple, with glitter to match.

You’d been getting comments on it every time you left your room- mostly mocking comments from people who had seen the cause, they joked about it, or even made rude remarks about how you needed to chill out about the whole situation.

You were thankful for those friends of yours that still stayed by your side- and didn’t make fun of you in the way that others had been. Even Scott had tried to make you feel better about the situation- and Kurt had made you laugh with a joke about how you both had funky coloured skin for now.

Your friend’s comforted you, sure, but the whispers in the halls from others that couldn’t keep their opinions to themselves still got to you, and it left you wanting to get away from other students a while.

Unfortunately, even despite how large the property really was, there was never anywhere you could hide.

You’d tried spending time in your room, but Jean always coaxed you out with her telepathic conversations.

Hank’s lab wasn’t much better. While he meant well, Hank always bothered you to go outside and get some sun, or even make amends with Peter- who Hank was aware felt awful for what happened.

So you tried hiding under a towering tree on the outskirts of the property, just as the sun was beginning to set and students packed away their outdoor activities and went inside.

Apparently this was the last place you should have gone.

“Hey.” A familiar voice calls out, a shine of silver catching the corner of your eye as you sit up from leaning against the trunk of the tree and glare at the newcomer.

“What do you want?” You ask, picking at the grass beneath you.

Peter raises his hands in defence, “You just looked kinda lonely, are you okay?” He looked genuinely sad that you were so secluded from everyone, that you had pulled yourself away after what he’d done.

You scoff, “What’s it to you, Roadrunner?”

Peter sat cross legged on the ground just a couple feet away before addressing you, “Look,” he sighs, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pranked you like that, and I definitely shouldn’t have handled it the way I did. It was totally uncalled for- and I just-… I’m really sorry.”

You pause for a moment before nodding, which Peter takes as a signal to relax a little. At the very least, you’ve heard his apology, and he sees the look in your eyes.

The look thats telling him you’re mulling over the thought of early forgiveness. It’s enough for him, for now.

Instead, he tried to lighten the mood a little bit.

“Hey, I mean, every cloud has a-….” He trailed off, realizing what that saying implied. “I shouldn’t finish that.”

“No, you really shouldn’t.” You chuckle, relaxing a bit as well and leaning back against the tree again.

“It’d make me sound self centred.” He joked.

“What, in a way that’s different from the usual?” You ask, twisting the somewhat lighthearted air into one of complete awkwardness.

Peter laughed nervously, watching you return to picking at grass “Am I really that much of an asshole?”

You shrug, a teasing smile fighting to take over your lips, “Sometimes.”

The speedster fell silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating your answer before suddenly jumping up to stand.

“Y’know what, no,” Peter spoke. “I’ll say it, every cloud has a silver lining, and I’m gonna be that silver lining.” He holds a hand to his chest.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sonic.”

“Sonic?”

“Like the hedgehog.”

“I deserve that.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

Peter shakes off the comment and holds out a hand to help you up, “That’s not the point- do you trust me?”

You laugh, “Absolutely not.”

You still take his hand and pull yourself to stand, shaking out the leaves and dirt on your clothes.

“Okay- I’m gonna take you somewhere and you can just pretend you trust me for a few hours and if you still hate me by the end of the night, you can use your powers on me or something.” Peter bargains, pulling his goggles over his eyes. “Hell, I will stand still and take abuse, feel free to get your gloves and give it all you got.” He pretended to hit an invisible punching bag before holding out his hands in a sort of offering gesture, waiting for your response.

“The powers thing sounds fun.” You agree and suddenly Peter isn’t in front of you, and instead you feel a hand come around the back of your neck, supporting your head.

“Good.” Peter huffs, standing just inches behind you. “You might wanna prepare yourself a bit.”

You don’t respond, and instead close your eyes, knowing what’s about to come next. The feeling of movement is unbelievably nauseating, but it only lasts a few seconds at the very least, and when you open your eyes you’re…

At a McDonalds?

“Peter.” You go to look at him, but he’s already dragging you inside.

“C’mon, let’s get some drinks.” He pleads.

You sigh and allow him to take your hand, pulling you along to the counter of the establishment.

The cashier instantly spots the odd neon purple, glittery blemishes of your skin, and makes no attempt to stop staring as he greets you. You shift uncomfortably, wishing the weather were cooler and you could get away with wearing something to cover all the purple flaws.

Peter takes notice and carefully throws an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the man in an attempt to get him to stop. When he doesn’t, Peter raises his eyebrows and instead chooses to say something, “You got a problem, man?”

The cashier seems a bit embarrassed, and pulls his gaze away from you, “Not at all! What can I get you?”

Peter allows you to choose first, following up with a Sprite and upgrading both drinks to a large.

Soon, you’re stepping back out into the parking lot, now holding sodas the size of your head, and Peter uses the arm still around your shoulder to bring you over to the corner area of the parking lot- where no cars could park.

“I can’t believe that guy.” Peter muttered, referring to how the cashier had been staring at your purple and glittery skin.

You shrug as well as you can from under his arm, taking a sip of your drink, “At least he didn’t say anything.”

Peter paused, frozen for a moment as he looked at you, “Have people been saying things?”

You bite the inside of your cheek a bit, “Yeah, just stuff about the prank, and the fight, and… comments about my dad and how I can’t take a joke.” You try to play it off as nonchalantly as you can, but remembering the rude remarks from people you saw every day kinda stung.

Peter sighs, “I’m really sorry.”

“You said that already.” You dismiss, “It’s whatever.”

“No, it’s really not.” Peter faced you as well as he could with his arm still over your shoulder, “I should know better than anyone to not make comments on people’s dads, especially when I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with your dad. It was a really shitty thing of me to do- on top of the thing I’d already done.”

Peter shifts his glances around the parking lot, suddenly looking a bit nervous, “I shouldn’t have pulled that ‘prank’ in the first place. I was really just trying to get your attention- and I should have used a method that didn’t royally piss you off.” Peter laughs, and surprising him, you laugh too.

“Alright, Speedy, I get it, you’re sorry. Just shut up and drink your sprite and sit on the curb with me for a while.” You laugh, “Be the silver lining to this clusterfuck of a cloud.”

Peter grins, knowing you forgave him, and knowing that he had a chance to get your attention the way he should have tried in the beginning.

You begin walking towards the curb again, as the sky starts to turn into purples in blues, with stars dotted against the beautiful ocean colours.

“Y’know what,” He sipped his drink through the plastic straw and hummed as you both reached the curb. “I’m actually kind of hungry, are you hungry?”

He didn’t even wait for a response before uttering a quick ‘hold this’ and in the span of six seconds you felt Peter’s arm disappear from your shoulder, another drink being put into your unoccupied hand- and then Peter was in front of you, holding a McDonalds box.

“That’s stealing.” You state as Peter took his drink back and sat down.

“That’s…” It seemed like Peter was about to defend himself, but instead nodded, “It’s stealing, yeah, it’s stealing- do you want me to return them or do you wanna sit here and eat these chicken nuggets with me.”

You thought for a second, before joining him on the curb, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder, “You better have at least stolen sauce too.”

Peter set down the box of nuggets on the pavement between your feet and sipped his drink as he emptied his pockets, “Of course, I’m not a monster. I even got the good stuff.”

He held up a ketchup packet.

“Peter, if you eat a chicken nugget with ketchup on it, I’m gonna remove you from this planet” You gently punched him in the arm to emphasize your statement.

“Okay, geez, ‘twas a joke- I won’t actually eat ketchup nuggets.”

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[delusional-fantasising]

Should I write a Peter Maximoff x Reader one-shot? I got a few random prompts that I wrote down. The random prompt ideas:

1. Fantasy au: He's a bandit and you are royalty (Smutty)

2. Workplace lovers (Fluff and smutty)

3. Cellblock (Angst and fluff)

I can always write all of them but I don't know which one to choose so you can just comment the number. In the first comment I will write it and then the comment after that has a different number i will write it and then write the last number. Hope this makes sense.

[make-me-imagine]

Childish Fun

12 Days of Christmas - Day Two: Snowball Fight

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Plot: During a snowy day on campus, Y/n's walk is interrupted by the mischievous actions of a certain silver haired mutant.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

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No matter how cold you were, nothing could lessen the joy you felt when seeing the school grounds covered in snow. Delicate snowflakes continued to fall from the sky as your feet crunched over the frosty ground.

Looking around, you spotted various students building snowmen and making snow angels. You smiled at seeing their joy, and silently thanked Charles for allowing them a day off to celebrate the first snow of the season.

Your peaceful mid-day walk in the snow seemed to come to a sudden halt when a clump of snow smacked against your upper shoulder, sending white powder all over and making you stumble in surprise. Spinning around, you thought you’d see one of the students laughing at the sudden assault. But seeing no one near you, you frowned in confusion. Within a second another snowball smacked against your back, but this time, just as you spun around, though you did not see someone clearly, you did manage to see a blur of motion.

Upon the realization of who it was, you looked around carefully and called out. “Peter!”

Suddenly, as he appeared a few feet in front of you with an amused smile on his face, and snowballs in each hand, you pointed at him. “Don’t you dare!”

A smirk, followed by movement caused you to let out a yelp of fear as you moved to dodge the snowball. Managing to do so just barely, you began to scramble to make a snowball of your own, though you were sure you’d never be able to hit him. As you spun around, another ball of snow smacked against your chest making you gasp. No longer seeing Peter around you yelled out. “It’s not a fair snowball fight if you use your powers!”

A few short moments passed with no sight of him, before his voice suddenly came from behind you. “You’re right.”

Spinning around, you were suddenly surprised as he smashed a fistful of snow onto the top of your head. Letting out an amused and surprised gasp, you quickly jumped forward, latching onto him so that he could not disappear without at least taking you with him. He let out an amused chuckle, before you smashed your own snowball against his head.

“Hey!” He called out as you began to laugh.

Grabbing you, he knocked you down to the ground with laughter before he started shoving armfuls of snow on top on you, as though he was attempting to bury you.

Laughing, you turned to crawl away, while forming a snowball. Turning around, you threw it, hitting him in the stomach. Picking up another snowball himself, he pelted you with it as you held up your arms in defense.

Suddenly, a snowball, coming from nearby hit Peter smack in the face, making you yelp in surprise and amazement, and Peter to look around stunned. Turning, you see Ororo nearby, Jean next to her suppressing a laugh. “What the hell Storm!?” Peter yelled, though not actually angry.

She lifted her arms up with a grin, “What? I was simply defending my friend.” She said while motioning towards you.

You and Peter locked eyes as you grinned at him, amused at the turn of events. “So not fair.” He said with a frown as you giggled.

Upon seeing Ororo beginning to pick up more snow, you, Jean and Peter prepared yourselves as well. Scrambling to your feet, you ran to a nearby tree and hid behind it. And seeing both Scott and Hank walking towards you all, you threw your snowball at them, in an attempt to surprise them. Hitting Hank in the shoulder, you succeeded in surprising the both of them.

They looked around in surprise, as Jean, who saw your attack, also threw a snowball, nearly hitting Scott. Scott immediately understood what was happening, and with a smile, began to form his own snowball, while Hank stared at all of you, unsure of whether he should participate. But as another snowball, thrown by Peter hit him square in the chest, he decided he had no choice but to retaliate.

Within the next few minutes, you all began to pelt snowballs at one another. Laughter and screams echoed around the school grounds. Nearby, some younger students watched in amusement, as Charles, from his office window watched with joy.

After hitting both Ororo and Scott, they began to retaliate in kind, and Hank, seeing you as an open target, began to throw snowballs at you too, Jean soon followed. “Hey!” You yelled with a laugh as you began to dodge the sudden onslaught “That’s not fair!”

Peter, having been gathering an armful of snowballs, turned at the sound of your voice, seeing that you were being ganged up on, decided to do something about it.

As you spun around, to see if your attackers were still targeting you, you saw, in a matter of seconds, all four of them being pelted with numerous snowballs at the same time, catching them off guard. At the moment you realized only Peter could have done that, you were suddenly whooshed away, and with a dizzy shake of your head, found yourself in Peter’s arms, behind a nearby tree.

Looking up at him, he smiled at you in amusement as you both heard the others complain with a cacophony of comments.

“Peter!”

”No powers!”

”Not cool dude!”

You let out a giggle as Peter peaked out behind the tree and called out, “It’s no less fair than all of your ganging up on one person!”

The others shared a brief look and seemed to agree that he had a point, before all of them began to scoop up snow again, once again attacking one another.

You and Peter grinned at each other, locking eyes for a moment before he smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Your nose is frozen.” He commented and you giggled.

“Of course it is, my whole body is.” You said.

Wrapping his arms around you, he rubbed his hand up and down in an attempt to warm you. You smiled at his cuteness before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on!” You suddenly exclaimed before pulling away and gathering snow.

Peter watched you for a moment with an adoring smile before he began to gather snow as well. After you both had an ample pile of snowballs, you began to throw them at the others, continuing the snowball fight with glee.

The cold, wet snow soaking your clothes did not bother you, the numbness in your toes, ears and nose did not deter you. Your joy at engaging in childish fun with your friends, outweighed the freezing cold.

Though there was a thought at the back of your mind that was sure you would be in bed with a cold the next day, you did not care now. Because no matter how you felt tomorrow, right now, you would relish in your happiness and fun.

xx End xx

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[missingdadneto]

dadneto: dark phoenix au

DARK PHOENIX AU: Peter was uninjured in the fight with Jean, so he proceeded to assist and locate her. When they arrived at the location, though, Peter cast a glimpse at his father.

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‘’You're always sorry Charles and there’s always a speech’’ His fathers words echoed in Peter’s mind as he tried to focus and stay calm. But he couldn't do it, he couldn't take it…It has been almost 20 years since he knew Erik was his father but he couldn't even say ‘’hi’’ when they passed each other. But this...This is the last chance before everything goes horribly wrong.

‘’Well no one cares anymore’’ Erik spatted as the speedster and him glanced at each other. ‘’And what are you doing here? Always with the team and always being on Charle’s side..’’ 

Peter stood still as he tried to get sentences, and even words out. 

‘’I’m here for my family’’ Peter admitted again with the same exact sentence he mentioned to his father 10 years ago with the events of the apocalypse.

Erik froze as he was so confused on why everytime they would meet he would say the same sentence. Who could possibly be related to this man? It couldn't possibly be Charles, Raven, Hank or…

Peter took a few steps forward closer to his father at a somewhat fast pace as he had a furious and scared glance. Then he stopped to look his father straight into his eyes, ‘’Sorry to stop your declaration statement or what not to Charles, but I’ve been meaning to tell you this for about…let’s just say 20 years’’

‘’What are you talking about? Is this about Jean, because you know damn well that she killed Raven and you can’t stop me’’ Erik moved closer to Peter as everyone watched.

‘’I have been waiting for this moment’’ Kurt whispered to Ororo as she shushed him as a response.

‘’Well here goes nothing’’ Peter thought to himself as his words started to come out. 

‘’You’re my-’’

‘’I am sorry to interrupt but Jean just blew a part of the house we need to go now’’ Hank stormed as he mentioned to Erik.

As a response Erik moved on with Hank as he still looked confused on what Peter was trying to say.

‘’You did great Peter and I am very proud of you but we need to help Jean now’’ Charles mindlinked Peter to comfort him.

FAST FORWARD

While Erik’s side of mutants fought Charle’s side, a glass window has been broken down… as Peter tilted his head to the left suddenly Erik was thrown off the building by Jean. 

‘’Shit’’ Peter cursed to himself as he ran to his father who was lying on the ground, unconscious.

‘Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP’’ Peter shook his dad’s body as there was no response.

‘’God I didn't want to tell you this while you're half dead…but- You are …My dad’’

‘’I couldn't tell you after what happened in Washington because you were all gone and you were being hunted by the government and I didn't know who to ask, and when we went to fight apocalypse, I couldn't say anything to you because you had just lost all of your family, and when we met a couple of times, I couldn't even say hello to you because of all of this, and now I don't know what's going’’ 

Peter kept blabbering as he was kneeling beside his Dad to wake him up, But what he did not know is that after Peter’s confession Erik was half awake…He couldn't move just yet but he had heard everything.

‘’That's why I was always on Charles' side, because he was my only chance to get to you, and I couldn't even say anything to you after twenty years, and the only time I get the nerve is when you're half dead..WAKE UP DAD.’’

‘’Shh’’ Erik stopped his son as he slowly opened his eyes. ‘’I heard everything, and I am sorry I was never there for you, I am so sorry son’’

They both stood in their position with Erik still being on the ground. Peter then added ‘’I'll help the others in resolving this problem and clearing up the mess, but for now I need to get you to a safe place so-.’’

‘’No wait STOP!’’ Erik tried to scream as he got up from his position, Before Peter could finish what he was about to say a swarm of police officers huddled around them to neutralize Peter as well as Erik. 

IN THE TRAIN

Erik was half awake with Peter being beside him on the train, he then slowly tilted his head to wake Peter up and to see if he was okay.

‘’Peter, Peter are you okay’’

No response, he was still very shocked from the shot. Erik then looked at Charles to ask,

 ‘’Did you know?

‘’I did’’ Charles admitted as Erik’s face was burning up.

‘’Then why? Why didn't you give me hints or any signs… or you could have possibly tell me?’’ Erik shouted in a somewhat whispered tone.

‘’It's because I told him to,’’ Peter admitted as he was still dizzy and tired. ‘’I couldn't just let it out to you but I was just really scared and intimidated every time because you aren't that close to me’’

Erik looked at his son in a compassionate way, he then smiled in a sad pose ‘’I wasn't close to you but I would have helped you in every step of the way, I will help you Peter…with anything you need me to. I am your father and you are my son’’ 

‘’Oh it’s Pietro by the way’’ Peter admitted as his father smiled even more.

‘’ITS WHAT?!’’ Kurt screamed from the other side of the train as he continued ‘’Sorry...go on’’

Peter was ‘this close’ to bursting into tears but he tried holding it in. They both stood and smiled at each other while Erik reached Peter’s hand to hold it as tight as he ever could. 

‘’Thanks Dad’’