habromania → marvel imagines

{ peter maximoff }

midnight
type: fluff
pairing: peter maximoff x reader
no warning apply

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER<33

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Night at the mansion was probably one of your least favourite times of the day. At anything, your least favourite full stop. It's not like you hated it, it was just extremely boring. Additionally, you had been dating Peter Maximoff for a few years now, so you were generally used to at least something interesting happening.

Sometimes the moments of peace were nice - considering they were usually rare to get in a place like this, young mutants all around the place. Not to mention the fact it was completely quiet for once. Silent. Usually, you wouldn't be this unnerved, but it may had something to do with the fact that you were also completely alone in the room. It made the atmosphere a bit more uneasy than it should of.

Your roommate had gone home for a family event, which was understandable. Still - there was something about the darkness. It seemed to be eating you whole...

... Or you were just bored.

And it was most likely the latter.

As if on cue to your thoughts, you heard a knock at your door. Of course - was only one person in the entire world who could possibly be in front of your room at this hour.

However, you still acted somewhat surprised when you saw none other than your boyfriend slumped against your doorway once you had shuffled your way to open it.

"What are you doing?!" There was a slight anger to your tone, which both you and Peter knew wasn't real. You could never get mad at Peter (at least not for too long) and he was definitely the person you needed to see right now.

The boy simply shrugged, "Got bored. Wanna slide with me?"

Maybe it was the way he had said the most random question ever with no context, maybe it was the way his lips pressed against your cheek as he slung his arm around your shoulders, or maybe it was the way he had came straight to your room once he had woken up. You weren't sure. All you knew was that something about this exact moment melted part of you.

Not like you would let him know that, though. Never.

"Slide?" you questioned

"Yeah." Peter unambiguously said it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Knowing you would probably pick it up as you went along (like a really bad film), you agreed.

"Oh, wait-" whether he actually knew that whenever he said 'wait' or 'stay here', you technically couldn't go anywhere considering he was gone and back again before you could blink - literally. Either way, you were hit with that too-familiar gush of wind as Peter went off somewhere unbeknownst to you.

As always, he was instantly back in his previous position in front of you, this time with something in his hand, "you'll need these."

After he handed the item to you, you realised it was a pair of lounge socks, the fluff brushing against your skin, "where are we sliding, pete?"

"Wherever." he beamed innocently at you, letting you know that Peter was probably aware this could end horribly.

But weren't those always the best kind of situations? "Sounds like a plan."

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Letting Peter lead you through all the corridors of the mansion until he found a floor that satisfied his professional sliding critiques felt like a fever dream and a completely normal event all at once. The fever dream part coming from the fact he was actually walking, of course.

"Here!" it was so abrupt, you hadn't even had time to process what he had stated before that breeze hit you once more and, as if he teleported, Peter was at the other end of the corridor with one leg stuck out in front of the other and his arms spread.

Something about the pose seemed familiar to him. A little too familiar, "You ice skate, Pete?"

"Nope. Never. And i don't plan on doing so." He shuddered at the thought.

"Isn't this - like - practically ice skating, though?"

"Yeah but it's... safer."

You laughed, "I never thought i would see the day Peter Maximoff was concerned about safety."

"Shut up," He tried to hide his smile by glancing at the glossy, wooden floor below, but didn't go unnoticed by you, "Ice skating is... cold?" his defence was more a question by now, completely unsure if it counted.

"I can agree with you there, roadrunner."

Peter's grin widened and he rushed back over to you, grasping your hands in his softly. No matter how long the two of you had been dating, he was still so gentle. As if you would break by a mere featherlight touch.

His lips lowered down to your own for a brief moment before he pulled away once more, "Slide with me."

And that's how you ended up skidding down the halls of the mansion with Peter in the dead of night. Well, up until you both heard Hank searching through the place in search of "what the hell was that noise". One of the many upsides to having a speedster as a partner was that he could get either of you out (or into - if necessary) of a situation unseen at any given moment, which was exactly what he did.

Needless to say, Peter was full of surprises.

But what's the fun in life without surprises? Even if those surprises were racing down a random room in socks together.

Which wasn't the worst way to start your day.