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Peter Maximoff x FReader: Adventures in parenting 101: Nightmares

Request: could we get some peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion?

A/N: Sorry, kinda forgot you asked for the mansion but I don't really specify where you are so I guess you can imagine it as the mansion? Enjoy!

Peter Maximoff x Female Reader

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He hadn't stopped crying all night, from the moment you put him to bed to the moment you fell into a deep slumber; he didn't stop crying. Squinting your eyes open to the darkness of your bedroom, you focused desperately on the bright red lights of the alarm clock on your bedside: 3.30 am. An inward groan surpassed your lips, eyes begging to shut. Your arm swatted the breathing lump beside you, light taps that slowly got harder the longer he stayed asleep. With a grunt, he murmured out to you: "The kid's crying."

"Last time I checked, he was your kid too."

"You're the one who had him."

"And who's fault was that?"

"Hey! Can you blame me? You looked hot in that uniform!"

You huffed out a breath, sweeping the covers from your form, the warmth escaping faster than Peter could run. Steadying your feet on the ground, you gave a final hit to your husband and left the room. You staggered to his bedroom, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and suppressing the yawn that tempted to breakthrough. As the door creaked open to his room the crying stopped, small hiccups and gasps vented around the area instead.

Flicking on the lamp on his bedside, you took a seat on the edge of the bed and opened your arms wide. The boy clung to your form like lighting, his small arms squeezing you with all the strength in his body. Your fingers nimbly pulled at his hair, tips running over the blonde strands as he wept into your chest. Pulling him away for a minute, you frowned at the tear tracks marking his face. Rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone you hushed your voice "Did you have the nightmare again?" he weakly shook his head in response.

You hummed in thought, allowing him to snuggle closer to you as your voice reverberated against his head, calming him slowly. You picked up the boys legs and shuffled your body onto his bed completely, placing him under the covers as though he was a delicate flower. He reached his arms out to you, making little grabby hands with his fists, you laughed at his antics thinking that he was too much like his father in many ways.Pulling an arm around him, you began to tell him a story in the hopes he would go to sleep any minute now.

"Did I ever tell you about the time me and your daddy freed your grandpappy from prison?" you mused, stroking his hair. The boy shook his head, a dopey smile on his face, you copied his expression and snuggled further into his bed.

"Well, I had just joined this little group, you know with Uncle Logan and Uncle Hank, and we were going to get one more person so we could free your grandpappy. When we got to this house, there was a boy with silver hair who could run really fast-"

"Daddy!" the boy yelled in awe, you nodded your head with a curt laugh and continued on with the story. "Yes, daddy. Anyway, when we first met daddy was very different, he liked playing video games like you and he was very funny, in fact, I think he annoyed Uncle Logan quite a lot."

"So when daddy agreed to come with us to help grandpappy, we all went to Washington to break him out. Me and Uncle Hank had to distract all the important people while your daddy played dress up as a policeman. When daddy and Uncle Logan took too long to come back, me and Uncle Hank went looking for them. I found them in the kitchen and then suddenly we were surrounded by policemen-"

"Oh no what did you do?" he asked, eyes wide and mouth agape. You kissed the tip of his nose and laughed "Well if you would so kindly let me finish you'll see."

"Okay," the boy placed his index finger against his lip to demonstrate he would be silent as a mouse, you chuckled at the thought. "So before the policemen could get us, daddy ran really fast and stopped them all. Then we ran out of the prison with grandpappy and your daddy asked me out for a date when we got back."

"What did you say?' he asked, eyes full of wonder. You smiled warmly at him, gaze drifting to the door where you could see the passing of blonde hair. "I said yes and it was the second-best decision of my life."

"What was the first?"

"Having you, of course!" you turned rapidly and began tickling his sides with the tips of your fingers. His child-like laughter rang throughout the house, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as he tumbled around the bed in an effort to escape your teasing hands. The bedroom door swung open revealing Peter in all his glory, "I'll save you, Sport!" he shouted and leapt at you.

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, effectively stopping you from tickling your son. "You won't get away with this!" you yelled, tugging on Peter's arms. Peter held a mischievous smirk, his grip on you tightening "I think I've got a fitting punishment for you." he teased. Your face blared red, no matter how many years you had been together for, he could still make you blush like no other. Your son crawled back to you with apprehension, his eyes trained purely on your hands. "Don't worry, Sport, I got her."

"But not for long," you mused, shuffling around in his arms for dramatic effect. The boy gasped and jumped away from you before Peter tightened his grip once more. "You know, I heard tickle monsters can't tickle little boys when they're asleep in bed." Peter commented, "Really?" your boy questioned. Peter gave him a simple nod in return, a small smile gracing his lips, just as quickly your son buried himself in the bedding; pulling it up to his nose.

You flailed your arms against Peter's chest, sighing loudly "Nooo, my one true weakness!" Peter tugged you against him as he stood from his son's bed, his grip loosening around you but making sure one arm was wrapped around your waist at all times. You both stepped back to the door and cast a gaze over your son, his breathing had slowed down and his eyes were hardly open. Flipping the light off, you and Peter stood at the entrance and watched him sleep for a few more minutes, "Goodnight, sweetie." you whispered.

Once back in your room, you flopped onto the bed "Next time he wakes up with a nightmare, you can deal with it." you groaned out. Peter just laughed as he crawled in bed beside you, arms finding their place around you again. "I noticed you didn't mention Charles in your story," he spoke, his tone calm but curious. You sighed against him, turning your back against his chest "Peter." you groaned out, "I know, but don't you think our son should know about him?"

"I...I- I think it's important but just not yet, he's too young, he doesn't need to hear- see all the things that happen in the real world just yet. He's not ready."

"You mean, you're not ready." You felt Peter's hand rub against your arm, turning around to face him you stared up into those dazzling brown eyes, "Am I doing the right thing?"

"Wha- of course you are, we both know what it's like to not have a childhood; I wouldn't wish that on anyone let alone our own kid. I just think...I just think Charles should be in the picture, he was an important part of my life- our lives."

"I know, just not yet, okay? When he's older."

"Okay," Peter hummed, his eyes lulling shut as he breathed in your scent before falling asleep. You stayed awake a little longer, thoughts going over every possible scenario of how your son would take being a mutant. It's not like it was obvious, but you knew he would grow into it and who's powers would he have; yours or Peters? Would he even share your mutant gene? Can they skip a generation?

"Go to sleep, I can feel your brain over-thinking from here." Peter slurred, rubbing his cheek against the soft coils of your hair. You smiled up at him and placed a light kiss against his neck, being the only place you could reach. You let your eyes flutter closed and welcomed the dark abyss you called sleep.