#peter maximoff request

You giggled at his childish tone. “Peter the answer is no.”

“Just a little peak.” He begged, letting himself fall to lay in your lap. Completely unbothered that he wrinkled the wrapping paper in your lap and smushed the packaging of the nail polish set you had gotten Jubilee. He reached his arms up, trying to make a grab for the silver package next to you. You caught his hands bringing them back to rest by his side. You leaned down and kissed him, making him smile.

“No.” You said, pressing a blue bow onto his nose. He smiled at the action and took a bow of his own, pressing it on top of your head. You shook it off with a lap, using the already opened bow as the finishing touch for Jubilee’s gift “Shouldn't you be wrapping your own gifts instead of bothering me?” You asked, lightly pushing him off your lap.

Peter rolled away with a groan, laying on his stomach as he looked up at you. “I can do both.”

You glanced over at the half wrapped gifts, more than half of them laid without a package at all. The presents that were wrapped were done in a rushed manor, with the corners slightly ripped. There was only one gift that looked like it had been wrapped with care, he had even attempted to do a ribbon bow. Your heart swelled at seeing the gift was for you. You sighed, looking between Peter’s present and the boy himself, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Peter lunged for the large gift but you caught him around the waist stopping him. “What are you doing babe?’

“I said you could open one, and that doesn't mean you get to pick the biggest one.”

“But-” You gave him a look reminding him that you couldn't deny him opening any gift at all.

He whined sitting back down across from you. “Fine.” He grumbled opening his hands out towards you. You placed a small blue package in his hands and he immediately tore into it. Letting out a wide smile when he saw what was inside. He looked up at you with nothing but love in his dark brown eyes. “I love you.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I love you too.”

“Does that mean I can open the big gift?” He asked with a hopeful tone.

“No.” Peter plopped back onto his back and began to whine yet again, but you just laughed and continued wrapping your gifts.

            Peter Maximoff was never an optimist; his spirits are brought down easily, and although he’s persistent, he can give up hope quickly. He’s not proud of his pessimism, in fact, he actively tries to change-- he doesn’t exactly want to assume the worst of people. Unfortunately, it’s not exactly easy to switch his entire mindset, especially after so long. However, there are times where Peter outright refuses to let something ruin his mood-- this was one of those times.

            Peter’s fingers were laced with yours as you walked down the sidewalk, the bright moon beaming down on the two of you and making Peter’s hair shimmer like, well, silver. His dark eyes darted over to glance at you every now and then, his deep irises glittering with admiration. Peter felt as if he were on top of the world, his heart swelling with every brush of your skin against his. 

            The two of you shouldn’t be out this late-- you’re both aware of this, but neither of you care. You almost never get alone time in the mansion, especially during the day. So, you decided that your romantic escapades would have to take place in the dead of the night. As odd as it sounds, midnight adventures spent wandering through empty towns or late-night movie showings are more wonderful than anyone could really vocalize. Not to mention that Peter almost glows in the moonlight.

            However, there were downsides to going out so late at night-- you two were almost always tired and constantly had to sneak around whenever you wanted to leave the mansion. Everything was always closed at night which limited your options and gave you almost no protection from the weather; when Peter noticed storm clouds rolling in as you walked, he felt his stomach drop.

            “It’s gonna start raining soon,” he sighs, a flash of disappointment crossing his eyes. “We should probably head back,” Peter had been looking forward to tonight-- he’d been especially busy with the X-Men and you were drowning in essays that needed grading, tonight was supposed to be carefree. You’d only been out for about 20 minutes by the time the clouds appeared, and Peter dreaded going back to the mansion so soon. The young man’s spirit was crushed by the weather and he was prepared to let the night be ruined by the rain. You seemed to have other plans, though.

            “Peter, I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna let a little rain spoil the evening,” You stared up at the sky and watched as the moon was blocked out by large clouds, plunging both you and Peter into a deeper darkness. “If you really wanna go back, we can, but--”

            “No!” Peter cuts you off, eagerness in his voice. A dark blush settles on his cheeks as he stutters. “I mean, uh-- no, I think I’m okay staying here with you.” Peter’s heart fluttered as you grinned at him, your smile seemingly brightening up the night. You pulled him close as the first few raindrops fell, the gentle pattering becoming louder and stronger as the seconds passed. Peter stood stiffly, his arms stuck at his sides as the rain came down on him. He felt awkward and out of place, his clothes soon becoming much heavier than before. None of that really mattered to Peter, though, because something else had caught his attention.

            Peter couldn’t help but stare as you spun around in the rain, the downpour soaking you to the bone. You didn’t seem to mind, though. A large smile was stuck on your face, your melodic giggle cutting through the patter of the rain as you reached out for Peter once again.

            “C’mon, Silver,” You beamed. “Dance with me.” His heart skipped as your fingers laced with his and pulled him close. He watched intently as he twirled you around, his hair sticking to his forehead as the rain continued to fall. The sight of you grinning in the rain made him weak in the knees, his entire body reacting to your affection and antics. Peter had never felt something like this before-- he’d never felt something so strong and genuine and real. He wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let you go. The sour mood he once held, the awkwardness, the disappointment and discouragement were washed away in the rain as he danced with you. 

            You frowned when Peter suddenly froze and pulled away from you. He disappeared for a moment, and you began to believe that he was ditching you-- that is, until he appeared once again with something in his hands. He knelt down and placed a small radio on the wet pavement, a goofy grin on his face as it switched on. The sweet melody of “Everybody Wants To Rule The World” cutting through the rain.

            “It’s easier to dance with music, right?” His hand finds its way to your waist once again, the other hand quickly gripping yours. Peter’s swift movements get in sync with the beat of the song, a permanent smile on his face.

            The pair of you were both well into your 20’s and yet there you were, twirling around in the rain and giggling like teenagers. You were on top of the world, carefree and reckless and stupid-- nothing could stop you, not the rain, not the cold, nothing. All you cared about in that moment was not stepping on Peter’s toes as you danced. 

            “Rain has a bad reputation for no reason,” You say, shaking the water out of your eyes. “People always say stuff like ‘you’re raining on my parade’-- if a little rain can ruin your parade, your parade wasn’t very fun to start with.” 

            “Oh? You think so?” Peter says as he pulls you close. He loves your optimism; it’s refreshing. He’d become so used to his own pessimism that having someone look for the bright side was like a breath of fresh air. 

            “Yeah, but don’t worry,” You smile before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “The time I spend with you is much more fun than any parade could ever be.” You shivered as the rain slowed down and allowed the chill to set in. Peter was quick to pull off his leather jacket-- you took it graciously, ignoring the fact that it was also soaked. It smelled lightly of weed and rain and Peter’s vanilla shampoo. Even if his jacket was wet, it was still warm and comforting. 

“Y’know, I think you might’ve changed rain for me,” Peter says dreamily as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Before today, rain was always a bad thing. It brought sadness and kept me locked up inside and it scared my sisters-- everything bad seemed to happen when it was raining. But now? Rain just makes me think of you, and this and--” Peter stopped himself, the words teetering on his lips before he swallows them.

            “And?” You encourage, lacing your fingers with Peter’s again. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, admiration and adoration swirling in his irises. Peter always had trouble vocalizing his emotions; the mixture of his insecurities and fear of abandonment causing Peter to lock all his feelings away. Then, you rolled around and you began to help him open up. You were there for him, you made him feel like he had value. Of course, Peter’s trip to loving himself was incredibly rocky and there were times where he locked himself in his room and cried, but still, you were there for him. So, there he was, standing in the middle of an empty road at 1am next to the love of his life as raindrops fell from the night sky and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t afraid to feel. 

            “Rain makes me think of you and I feel… safe and loved and it reminds me just how much I love you.” Your heart swelled at Peter’s words, and you instinctively took his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch, his eyes not leaving yours once as he rests his forehead against yours. His breath fanned over your face as he held you close-- close enough for you to notice the small raindrops decorating his eyelashes. 

            “Peter,” you say softly, your lips brushing ever-so-lightly against his. “Kiss me.” Peter did exactly that, softly pressing his lips to yours. His hands gripped your hips as you gently caressed his cheek with your fingers, the small gesture making Peter whimper quietly. 

            “God, I love you so much,” He pulls away just enough to mumble against your lips. You don’t respond, instead opting to kiss Peter again as you tangle one of your hands in his wet, silver hair. It’s all so peaceful and warm and comforting-- Peter almost can’t handle the rush of emotion. He’s told you he loved you before, but this time was… different. It was special, heartfelt, and meaningful; he wasn’t just stating a fact anymore, no, this was a declaration. So, when your lips broke apart again, he was delighted to hear the words rolled off your tongue.