Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

All Hail the Princess - Quicksilver

Peter was recovering from a broken leg and couldn't use his powers to zoom around, so he'd spent his days at home until he was better enough to return to the Academy. There couldn't be a better cure than being around loved ones and batches of his mother's homemade chicken noodle soup. We were all delighted about his temporary return home. Peter Maximoff and I had been friends since elementary school. But the day he came home, he admitted he liked me. It took near death to make him put away his pride and ask me out. Now that the silver-haired speedster was home, his mother would need a hand with aiding him. But the real troublesome task involved entertaining his little sister, Miya.

Miya was as cute as a button. She and their mother were her brother's reason for wanting to save the earth from mass destruction, but Miya was his world and his princess. He had given her the nickname 'Princess' when she was born and never referred to her as anything else. Because of that, she believed her house was her kingdom. None of us wanted to destroy her imagination or creativity, so we always went along.

"Now enter the beautiful princess!" Peter introduced.

Peter and I applauded as Miya strutted into the room wearing her famous pink gown and toy tiara she found inside a cereal box. I kneeled before her, but Peter still stood. He could've leaned over.

"Thank you, Prince Peter. I'm happy you're back." Miya declared. "Bow down, or you'll be in the dungeon!"

When Peter was out saving the world as Quicksilver, he wasn't around to see Miya become a tyrant. I loved Miya like she was my little sister and often visited to play with her and help Mrs. Maximoff catch a break. The more she grew, the scarier she was. Miya folded her arms as she glared at him. He was taking too long for her liking. A princess never waits.

"Ahem! Bow before me!" She instructed. "I didn't stutter, did I?"

Peter was not taking her as seriously as he should've as he chuckled. It was adorable to him how she thought she had authority over him. Little did he know.

"I'm a Prince. I shouldn't have to bow down." Peter declared. "Besides, I'm older than you!"

He looked down at me for assurance, but I was only a lady-in-waiting in this game. Historically, I couldn't say shit. Her Royal Highness could be very intense, and she did not like to be questioned whenever we played this game. Miya may have been small, but she was a giant in her kingdom. Peter would soon learn that. The adorable child sucked her teeth.

"Guard! Take him away!" She shouted. "Dungeon for an hour!"

It took less time than expected. I bet he would get punished after fifteen minutes at the least, so this was a surprise. I stood up from the ground and grabbed Peter by his arm. Boyfriend or not, whatever Princess Miya says goes. She was too adorable not to listen to as she tapped her tiny foot on the ground.

"Guard? Y/n, I thought you were the lady-in-waiting!" Peter professed.

"Times are tough in this kingdom. I had to get multiple jobs." I stated.

"You can't be serious!" he chuckled.

"You're taking too long!" Miya yelled.

At that moment, he knew she was far from joking, and he was not about to have me sent to the dungeon with him. The dungeon was the linen closet. You lose your mind after staring at the iron board for twenty minutes. I know from experience.

"My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty, the Prince is being difficult." I turned back to Peter. "You should've bowed your head or something. Trust me, apologize, and you'll be fine."

"Alright, I apologize, Your royal liege." Peter apologized. "I will bow."

Miya smiled as her brother bowed down to her. She was very power-hungry. As Peter stood back up, he looked at me for comfort. It was his turn to experience the authority of his baby sister. He was on his own.

"That's better. You may unhand him now!" Miya instructed. "He's found his sense."

"As you wish, princess." I acknowledged.

While I let go of Peter's arm and quietly apologized to him, Miya sat at her small tea table and got comfortable. Peter was bewildered at what he was witnessing. His sister could not be this arrogant. I wonder what cocky silvered-haired sibling she learned it from. I found it adorable how much she was like her brother. Peter was hilariously overconfident, and now she was making him taste defeat.

"Now! Where is my tea, Chef?" Miya asked.

"It's still brewing, Your Royal Majesty. It should be finished soon." I updated.

"Alright then, where are my scones?" she interrogated.

"What the hell is a scone?" Peter asked.

"It's British for biscuits, but she means cookies?" I whispered.

"Why not just call them cookies?" Peter acknowledged.

"Do not question me, or you will be sent to the pillory?" she informed.

He was too scared to ask another question, so he looked at me for answers. He adapted to the new rules of the house quicker than he could run.

"I'll have to wrap your wrists and neck in bed sheets, and you won't be able to go anywhere." I interpreted. "Not even the bathroom."

Peter looked back at Miya, who wore a smug smile.

"Princess, don't you think this is a little harsh." Peter asserted.

He was playing a dangerous game.

"Are you telling me how to run my kingdom?" Miya scoffed. "Take him away!"

While Miya enjoyed her tea and cookies, I snuck to the kitchen to talk to the sheet-bondaged prisoner. Peter was not having fun as he stared at a blank wall. He wasn't allowed to stare at a painting because that would be too much entertainment, according to Miya. He had a chair to rest his broken leg on, though; she was more generous today.

"How are you holding up, babe?" I questioned.

"My arms are starting to hurt, and I have to take a shit." he confided.

"Well, at least it stopped you from thinking about your leg." I acknowledged.

Mrs. Maximoff entered the room and stood in place as she examined her son's punishment.

"The pillory, huh?" Mrs. Maximoff sighed. "I'm going back to sleep."

"No. Mom, please help me?" Peter begged.

She turned around and went back to her room. No one wanted to be around when Princess Miya was in a punishing mood, not even their mother. Peter sighed as he realized he was fucked. I hated seeing him suffer under the wrath of the tiny ruler.

"Listen, I can try and get you some time off your sentence," I said. "Stay strong, baby. I'll be right back."

"I appreciate it, but it's not worth the risk." Peter insisted. "She's too far gone. I told her I'd give her a box of Twinkies if she cut my sentence, and she laughed."

"Fuck! Did you offer a piggyback ride?" I questioned.

"I offered multiple." he declared. "She's gone mad. I should've stayed at the Academy."

"Listen, I might not survive. But for you, I'll take any risk." I asserted. "Wish me luck. I love you!"

"I love you too, Y/n!" Peter exclaimed.

It was safe to say that Princess Miya was not too fond of my attempts to help Prince Peter as I stood next to him with a longer sentence. The tiny tyrant ate her cookies while watching us suffer. Our world is doomed if Peter doesn't take her back to the Academy with him. She could make Magneto retire.