Characters x Reader Oneshots

Peter Maximoff x GNReader: An ordinary life: Part 6

A/N: Howdy everyone! This chapter is still set in the past and will be the last entry until the next episode of Wandavision comes out and effectively throws a spanner in the works. Until then I hope you enjoy!

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"So, what happened to your parents?"

"Peter!"

"What? I'm curious!"

You whined, slouching on the edge of your bed before completely flopping your back onto the springy mattress. Peter dashed to sit next to you, his leg hitting yours as he layed down beside you. A moment of silence had taken over the fun atmosphere, it settled like a cool breeze but it felt suffocating after a while. Taking a deep breath you spoke, "It was a few years ago, dates are fuzzy, I wasn't really paying attention." Peter turned to look at you, he allowed himself to take in your form. Your hair curled and laying on the mattress, lifeless, your lips looked so kissable but he had to remember the conversation that was about to occur; it probably wasn't a good idea to kiss your crush when they're talking about their dead parents.

"They were fighting like always, my mum had found out my dad had been living another life; sleeping with a shit-load of women. Dad said she had no right to tell him what to do. And I had so much school work to get through, no one offered to help me so I had to do it by myself. It was just too much and I couldn't handle it anymore, something just...something just snapped inside of me. The next thing I know I'm glowing yellow and the yelling downstairs had got a lot more quiet. I sent them somewhere, I don't know where, I didn't even know I could do that."

A stray tear had slipped past your eye at the memory, Peter gently wiped the tear away with the tip of his finger. Looking over at him, he sent you a small smile "That sucks," he muttered. You let out a chocked laugh, grinning at him "Yeah," you hummed. Peter looked towards the ceiling of your room, it went quiet again but it was comfortable this time.

"My dad's Magneto." Peter stated, gaze never leaving the ceiling. You turned to him with wide eyes "What?" you questioned, shoving his arm "Dude no fair, I told you a real story." Peter laughed holding your arm down by his side "I am telling you a real story, can't you see the family resemblance?" he then beamed a toothy smile. You couldn't help the cackle that pried itself out of your stomach and through your lips, Peter had never heard a sound so beautiful before. "You, Peter Maximoff, are a treat to be around."

-A year later-

You had been wandering the mansion for over an hour, following a trail of clues and riddles left by the silver-haired speedster himself. You joked with the idea in your head that the trail was pointless and led to a brick wall, knowing that wasn't out of possibility for Peter. Your fingers fiddled with the small slip of paper in your hands as your feet mindlessly took you from room to room.

Our love blossomed like words on a page, a time where we acted so weird and strange.

You couldn't help the small chuckle that left your lips, sure Peter had never been so enclined with poetry but you gave him an A for effort. Sliding open one of your old classroom doors, you strutted your way to one of the desks. Sitting there like time had stood perfectly still was a delicate red rose, a silver bow tied around its broken stem; there was no doubt in your mind that Peter had plucked it from some unsuspecting garden.

Being in this room brought back so many memories, meeting Scott and Ororo for the first time, your first ever lesson at the school...meeting Peter for the first time. It was all awkward handshakes and distant stares, somehow evolving into a strong friendship, which then evolved into a lot more. Bringing the rose up to your nose, you smiled when you saw the next clue carefully wrapped and placed amongst the petals.