Prompt: Hi! Can you please write a Peter Maximoff from Apocalypse? Where the reader can control plants and stuff and they are friends at Xavier?
Pairing: Peter x Reader
Warning: none though tiny bit of a spoiler, not much of it
You smiled happily as you watched the plants go from nearly dead to full of life. Guess having power over nature did have some joys.
Flourishing your hand counter clockwise, the dark red covered in rotting black, turned brightly red. The green in its stem popped making the enchanted rose more beautiful.
Grinning, you plucked it out of the other swarm of just as beautiful roses and took a good smell of the nature you just helped rebuild.
A skip in your step with a giddy sense of feeling, until you saw the TV screen. Magneto.
Your eyes drifted in a line, the center of it. Peter, your best friend.
You legs strutted forward, making your presence known. He didn’t try to change the channel or speed off soon who knows what, he just sat there. Eyes glued to his father’s form on the screen.
The rose in your hand dropped in his face, floating as you willed it so. Peter’s smile gave you a confirmation that his eyes were no longer on his father.
Peter, with a gentle hand, grasped onto the rose with one hand. Lifting it up to his nose to get a good smell of it. You took a seat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your other arm wrapped around him. Stroking his side comfortably.
“I was late. Again.” Peter spoke up. Lowering the volume on the television, mumbles barely being heard.
“I have this speed, I’m the fastest person alive- yet I’m always late to ever meet him.” His voice cracked, covering it with a deep rooted cough. But it wouldn’t work on you, he knew that.
You were his best friend after all. Going at a young age until your powers came in. Soon after that your father Charles Xavier took you out of regular schooling and took you in to his. Where you could be with people like you.
Even though a big school change, you and Peter had never lost contact and remain thick through thin. Helping the other out when they felt lost, sad, hopeless.
Just like now.
“You’ll find him again. You always do.” You assured him. His hand found its way into yours, gripping it tight.
“Ho-how can you be so sure?” He stuttered, dark eyes matching yours. You maneuvered yourself so you sat in front of him.
“Well, you’ve found him twice before. You’ll find him again. Only this time, you have me to help.” He mouth twisted upward in a small of a smile. His eyes moved towards the rose. Lifting it up, he knew you’d float it above them, which you did.
His muscular arms pulled you in his lap and into a bone crushing hug. Your favorite when it came to him.
“On the plus side, since he’s now a fugitive, there’s no doubt my dad will get involved to save his boyfriend.” You joked, Peter’s chest rumbled against you. His nice laugh that made you smile heard in your ears.
“Can you do it?” He asked once he released you. His hands rested within yours. Peter never asked much of your powers, he felt that he would be manipulating you no matter how many times you said he wasn’t. It surprised you that he asked.
You smiled when he asked. Nodding.
One of his hand released yours, the other still held on tight.
The hand that remained free, flourished in a gentle, swift manner. Rotating around you both. It your leaving wake, petals of different arrange of flowers created out of thin air.
Floating around you both as the vivid rose dangled above you.
The multicolored petals surrounded you two like a blanket, floating aimlessly. Bumping into one another.
Your smile widened seeing Peter’s smile. He always did love it when you showed him that. Your giggled when you flicked your wrist slightly. A crown of flowers covering his head. Light shades of roses circling his head.
The mighty flower king!
“Really?” He judged. Giving you a look. You chuckled and nodded. Moving your body so your legs wrapped around him from behind. In a piggyback position.
“Now, flower king, take me back to school.” You ordered in a posh English voice. Peter chuckling as he stood up and held on tight to your thighs.
“Yes my queen.” He responded in a British voice. Your giggles heard all through out his home as he speeded you both away.
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