So, xmen, right? They're great. I like the movies and i think the timelines are really cool. But... I was watching xmens origins: wolverine. And I noticed something. When Logan is in the mutant prison thing, he looks at a man who is tied up moving super fast and struggling against his restraints. Hes only on screen for about 6 seconds, but he's obviously quicksilver. In X-men: days of future past, Logan says he knew Peter Maximoff, which is how he knew where to find him and that he could help them break into the Pentagon. Right? Cool call back. But when we get to the end of the movie, obviously jean and Scott and all the others are safe and alive because he stopped the whole mutant vs humans war. In X-men: Apocalypse, Peter lives in his basement, but eventually goes out to find Charles because he wants his help to find Erik. He gets there, the mansion explodes, he saves everyone but Alex, etc etc. But then Striker shows up. He kidnaps Moria, Raven, hank, and Peter.
Here's the thing. We already know that at some point, Peter would have started working for Striker, and that would lead to his imprisonment where he most likely would have been killed after the sentinels were created. But that was because people hated mutants. But now that they don't? He isn't alone, and he knows the X-men exist. If he hadn't gone to the mansion, he wouldn't have survived Striker. If he never met Charles, he never would have gone to the mansion. If Logan never remembered that Peter was tortured by Striker, he never would have introduced Peter to Charles.
Logan saved the life of one of his friends, without even realizing it. He saved a 17 year old from being found by Striker alone. Because he's an X-man, Peter survived. Imagine Peter meeting Logan in the future and Logan is just like holy crap I thought you were dead.
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sorry for seeming so inactive these days, i'm always appearing and disappearing, specially this last week because it was my last week being on vacation! today i'll make it up for u all by posting a peter maximoff fanfic yay!! (if u want to be tagged just comment down here) 💗 let's be kind and hope life be kind with us too!! <3
Post for the third day in a row. Third and final part of the mini-fic, Liars!
I'm happy to say that, with this, it's finished! And I hope those who have read it have enjoyed it!
Enjoy the last part!
(Part 1 and Part 2 here for those who haven't read it)
Pairing: Peter Maximoff×Reader×Logan Howlett
Warning: ANGST, unrequired love, emotional hurt, comfort (sometimes), Peter and his bad timing.
AN: I've given up on whether or not it's okay to include Logan here. This is supposed to be a love triangle with two main characters, but it's still a triangle... XD
ㅤㅤㅤ“Liars ”
Extended ver.—Final Part
“I… I should go…” he said before you could keep talking. This hadn't been the right time or the right way; he had rushed it and made the biggest mistake. Now he just wanted to follow his instincts. Run. Flee. Escape. “You can forget everything I said. I’m sorry.”
For once, he wasn't fast enough. He turned to leave, but your fingers wrapping around his wrist stopped him after only two steps. He didn't have to turn around to look at you; he was sure you were looking at him with those eyes that begged him to stay.
Both of you were terrified of losing each other, and that was exactly what the lack of words was saying at that moment.
With your nerves raw, you both went back to the bed, taking a seat on the mattress. You looked at the abandoned plushie on the floor, now damp from falling into the spilled water; Peter was staring at the ceiling, the tip of his foot bouncing up and down, over and over, restless and anxious.
The room grew darker. A cloud must have covered the moon outside, leaving you hidden in the shadows.
“… You should be mad.”
“I am… but I’m also used to being mad at you.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” The atmosphere lightened slightly, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if everything was fine. As if you weren't processing a rejection, and as if he hadn't revealed his feelings at the absolute worst possible time. “… Earlier, you said he already knew… What did you mean by that?”
“Well… that he already knew about my feelings.” Peter moved his head in a weak nod, tightening his grip on the bedsheets. He chose to bite his tongue and let you speak. “At least he was honest… and he told me I could count on him for whatever. Nothing changes between us.”
“Oh...”
“Yeah, oh…” In your lap, your hands began to move, twiddling your thumbs as you tried to find the right words. Could you, right now, reject Peter? Would you pretend nothing had happened? Or, perhaps…?
“I’m no Jean, and I’m definitely not the Professor, but I think I can read your mind.”
“What?”
“You can just tell me you don’t like me.” Your shoulders tensed, and for a second, something bitter welled up in your throat. You had to force yourself to swallow it back down, turning your head toward him. “What? I’m serious.”
“Peter-”
“Look. I already knew. I shouldn't have even told you. I guess… I don’t know… I’m just jealous, honestly.” And now he looked at you, your eyes locking in the darkness of the room.
“I-” you cut yourself off mid-sentence. No. You shouldn't say what you were about to say; it wasn't a good idea. The night had already been full of bad choices—wasn't it better to give yourself a break? You were sure you were only speaking out of guilt… but also out of realization.
You saw him raise an eyebrow, waiting for you to finish whatever it was you were about to let slip out of your mouth. He had already said all the stupid things; whatever you had to say, he was sure it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Little did he know how wrong he was.
“… You… what? I can only read your mind sometimes, not always. You have to flesh out your answer.”
“God, you suck.” Your fist, though weak, connected with his arm in a punch, making him exaggerate the pain. He rubbed the area, muttering something that sounded distant—probably calling you rude or something along those lines—but you smiled. You always smiled because of him. Sometimes it felt unfair.
«I wish it had been him…» The thought crossed your mind, and unfortunately, you couldn't disagree with it. You wished Peter had been the person you’d fallen in love with.
“I was going to say that… I wish I had fallen in love with you.” That was, by all accounts, the last thing he ever expected to hear, and your voice sounded heavy and disheartened again.
“You can’t tell me that right now…”
“You’re probably right…”
Your gazes remained locked; you could sense a thousand thoughts racing through his mind at the same speed he could run.
Loving Peter should be easy. With him, you never had to pretend, and he had always been there to support you—even now (more or less). A bad day could always be fixed with a dose of Peter Maximoff. It had been that way ever since you met him. So, why? Why did you set your eyes on Logan, and not on the boy who was right now in front of you, looking at you as if you’d grown a second head?
“I’m sorry, I said something stupi-”
“What if you did?” His words stepped over yours, leaving you in a state of confusion that took you a few seconds to snap out of. “What if you fall in love with me?”
“That’s not how things work, Peter. I can’t just choose… That’s not how love goes.”
“Says who?” This had been your fault. The hope in his eyes had been your fault. This could only end one way now, because when he looked at you like that—as if you held the solution to everything—it was impossible to say no. It was that exact look that always dragged you into his trouble; the only difference was that, now, his trouble was yours too. “You can fall in love with me… right? It’s not impossible if you try.”
No. It probably wasn't impossible.
As he leaned in toward you, you felt the impulse to move. You wanted to pull away, to stop this before it even started, but you didn't. This time you stayed perfectly still, sitting by his side.
“This is a bad idea…”
“I am full of bad ideas.” His voice came out in a whisper, and soon you felt the ghost of his breath against your lips. “Can I?”
“We shouldn't…”
“You’re right. As always.” But that didn't stop him, his right hand cupping your face. Peter had always been warm—that’s why you loved his hugs—but right now, his skin burned against yours. That could have been a warning. A scream from your own body to stop this madness, but… but you didn't. “Let me try… please…”
And soon his lips were on yours.
The pressure was soft, almost tentative. He wasn't forcing you to stay close; despite that, you remained right there, letting him make an even bigger mistake than everything that had already happened.
Your lack of resistance gave him the courage to lean into you, and you sighed against his mouth. Where were you supposed to put your hands? You weren't sure. Right now, you weren't sure of anything anymore.
That was the first kiss Peter asked for, and to the sorrow of both, it wouldn't be the last. Not that night, not just today.
You caught a glimpse of his smile in the single second he took to catch his breath, and the second kiss, far from being sweet, turned into something like dark chocolate; pleasant at first, but the aftertaste left that strange flavor that, unfortunately, was addictive.
The greatest lie for both of you began that night, when your hesitant arms tangled around him, giving him the necessary permission to pull you closer.
You didn't know if this was going to work; you only knew for a fact that it was an idea that would hurt you both sooner or later; your friendship could end up ruined. It still wasn't too late to back out, to tell him that all of this was madness… but right now, you didn't want to. What if Peter was right? What if you could actually fall in love with him?
One of your hands caressed his silver hair. You had always liked his hair. It was soft, pleasant to the touch.
If Peter could pretend this was okay, so could you. Maybe, if you both lied to yourselves well enough, this madness would become reality, and you might actually come to love him.
