Prompts: #9, 30, 31, 40 Requested By: anon Word Count: 462 Rating: PG Warnings: language
Peter watched as his dad destroyed the world in front of him. He watched as his father floated to the ground and called upon other mutants to join him. Peter couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He wanted to run to his dad and scream at him; he wanted to tell him that he was his son, that he was destroying the world when he had a family.
“Mutants! Brothers and sisters! I need your help! Come with me if you want to see a better world!” Erik shouted. Peter watched as you stepped forward. You were leaving him for your father.
“(Y/N)!” He screamed. You looked towards him, a frown on your face. Peter had saved you from death earlier and now he was watching you welcome it like an old fucking friend. His mom was right, everywhere Erik went, bad things happened. He didn’t want that to happen to you.
“I am not losing you again! Please, (Y/N), come with me!” Peter yelled. He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. His father was staring at him as he sobbed. The one person who could make Peter weak was now taking out his heart and stomping on it.
“You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice. Peter, I love you.” You shouted at him. The harsh wind whipped your hair around. Erik stood, waiting and watching the two of you.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t do this!” Peter sobbed. Peter wasn’t the kind of guy to be so weak and vulnerable.
“Promise me you’ll look after your mom.” You called.
“Will she even be alive when this ends? When this hell ends? Not one human will be around after this (Y/N) and you know it!” Peter yelled.
“Peter, come with me!” You ran towards him and grabbed his hand. Peter wrestled out of your grasp and stepped back.
“I’m not coming with you or him. Ever. You killed Charles, you killed Hank, you killed Jean and Scott and Ororo and Kurt. I will never fucking see you the same way ever.” Peter cried.
Peter’s eyes shot open and he sat up, looking around the room. It was a nightmare; it wasn’t real. He was in Xavier’s mansion in his room with you sleeping next to him. The sun was peeking through the curtains. Peter laid back down and wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He felt you move and knew you were awake.
“Why are you up so early?” You mumbled, turning around to face him.
“Nightmare.” He whispered. Peter placed a kiss on your lips and pulled you in tight.
“Want to talk about it?” You asked.
“‘M good.” He grumbled.
“I love you, Peter.”
“Love you too.”
Kind of angsty/fluffy peter imagine ❤ Thanks to everyone for all those requests early this morning! Love y’all and hope you enjoyed! Requests are now closed.
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