#xmen peter

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[obscure-imagines]

“okay so this is her feed, everything she likes shows up on here.” Storm stated, “remember all of this and work it into your conversations with her and you might just have a chance.”

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[obscure-imagines]

he took one look at your smile and knew that it could be bigger, “okay whats your real favourite flower?”

[obscure-imagines]

“im a huge loser.” Peter paused, “except about my girlfriend. she’s amazing. like seriously going places. and if im good enough for her, i guess maybe im not a total loser.”

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A Change

Peter Maximoff x OC

Soulmate AU: Starting from birth, an identical tattoo slowly appears on the arm of each soulmate, spiraling up the arm. Until the soulmates meet, the tattoo is in black and white, but after it becomes colourful. When the tattoo reaches the shoulder, it means you meet your soulmate within the week.

Violet

 Violet was horrified. Terrified. Her tattoo should be at least up to her elbow, but it wasn't. It had halted roughly two inches above her wrist when she was seven, and it was even fading. The experts said her soulmate had died — they'd even searched their databases and matched the tattoo to a dead boy that used to go to school at the Xavier Institute, which was the school she had been accepted to. Her worst fear had been realized. She had no soulmate.

~

Peter

 Peter was different. All the other kids at the Xavier Institute had a tattoo in varying degrees of colour and progression. He didn't. Even Hank had one, and he was, well, blue and furry. He didn't have a soulmate. What idiot upstairs decided that? Truth be told, Peter had always been fine being different. This, however, was a whole new level. He would never have what Scott and Jean have, or what the Professor and Moira have, and he was scared. Peter was different, alright, and, for once, he hated it.

  Peter nearly fell over the day she stepped into his classroom. Correction, he did fall over. Right out of his desk. That got her attention, alright. He had even sworn, earning a smile from her and a detention from Professor X. He hadn't really minded, however.

 Violet was her name, and her eyes dared you to comment on it. They were the colour of lilacs, her eyes. Not that he noticed. Much. He was enthralled by her presence, her 'fuck off' attitude. Peter had always developed crushes quickly, but when her first words to him were 'hello, dipshit,' he'd known. He was whipped. So whipped. And all she'd done was smile and say hello, dipshit.

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Violet

 She was going crazy. He was annoying, sarcastic, and a little shit. He made jokes at inappropriate times and they made her laugh. She hated it. And yet, she didn't. He was driving her insane. His dark eyes had danced with mirth through strands of his silver hair the day she'd arrived. The day he'd fallen out of his chair.

 Peter Maximoff, he'd introduced himself as, but she could call him anything she'd wanted. The intent behind the joke was not lost on her, but she hadn't been able to help smiling and saying, 'hello, dipshit.' Dipshit. Her first words to the cute asshole were 'hello, dipshit.' Somehow, she didn't regret it.

 They'd talked several times over the course of the next two weeks, and their banter had only gotten worse. The Professor had started pairing them together for projects because Peter was loud and she was quiet, but it backfired on him. It turns out that the two of them together make even more of a disturbance than Peter by himself.

 She'd watched him as they talked, her eyes taking in his every feature. She knew she was screwed. She'd known it that first day when she called him dipshit. She didn't dare say anything, however. After all, everyone has their own soulmate. Everyone except her.

~

Peter

 It was a normal night of walking the grounds with her that he found out she didn't have a soulmate.

 It was something they'd been doing for a couple of months now, just to get away from the night noise of the mansion. They'd just walk. Sometimes, they'd run. He'd discovered early on not to underestimate Violet, but learning she could shift her genes to match his running speed had been something else. Sure, he'd know she could shift into any living thing, even change her permanent appearance if she wanted, but being able to match his pace? He'd almost fallen over again.

 That night was particularly interesting, for it was raining a bit and all she had was a flannel to keep her warm. He had, of course, offered her his jacket. She hadn't refused. He'd known he'd eventually become chilled to the bone, but he didn't care. Not one bit. It was then that she'd seen his arm and he'd seen hers.

 Her tattoo was barely visible, spanning maybe two inches from her wrist. Her soulmate had died. Her tattoo was fading away. His never existed in the first place.

  Over the next few months, he learned even more about her. She felt safer with him than most of the others, he knew. She didn't shy away from him like she did with Scott or Warren. She was loud and laughing and confident. Until you really got to know her.

 Peter didn't care, however. He reassured her at every turn. Even when she told him how, one day, she'd tried to leave the world. He'd simply held her as she cried and whispered how important she was, her hands tangled in his hair.

 It was that night that they both noticed something. A change. Violet was calm, they were watching a horror movie. It was, in truth, Violet who noticed it first.

"Peter, I'm a wreck."

"Ah, but you're my wreck, Vi."

 She'd hugged him then, curling up next to him. There was no other way to show her appreciation than that. Something changed then. They both knew it. Violet knew it when she hugged him and he knew it when she stayed there for the rest of the night.

~

Violet

 She loved Peter. She knew it. Hell, she'd known it for weeks. And, you know, she was pretty sure he loved her too. So she went to work. Screw whoever controls love. Screw whatever idiot that predetermines the love of your life.

 Everyone said your soulmate could be the only one you loved. Even if your soulmate died, you weren't supposed to love anyone else. She wasn't having it. She spent a month on the project before she was finished. She was finished down to each colour, to each line, to each little detail.

 She refused, however, to show it to Peter. Especially since she wasn't positive of where he stood. So she kept it. She kept it and waited.

  Her wait was not a long one. Five days after the completion of the project, Peter kissed her. Well, by all rights, the situation was an accident. He tripped over some of her books and landed on top of her. What happened after that, however, was not an accident.

"And here I was thinking you were a bottom," she joked, eyes sparkling with amusement. His eyes danced.

"Well, I'm just full of surprises." He'd kissed her then, both of them losing themselves in the moment. She distinctly remembered he'd tasted of Twinkies when she'd kissed him back.

~

Peter

 He was returning a book of hers one night a month later when he saw it. The corner of a drawing poking out of a large folder.

"Babe, what's this?" Her eyes had widened and she'd bitten her lip as he'd opened the folder. His eyes had quickly moved over the page before glancing up at her. "You designed this?" She'd nodded timidly, hands in her pockets. "Babe, this is awesome!"

 It was a tattoo design, lightning designed to spiral down the arm, static electricity brimming off the tendrils of raw power. Violets decorated the strands, petals singed and falling. It was him. And her. The both of them blended together in a tattoo.

~

Violet

  He kissed her, probably for the thousandth time that day, but this time is was different. He always kissed her like he meant it, but this time it was more. She could tell. He loved her, she knew, and he showed it often. His hands had been forever on her this past month, and he was forever bragging. His kisses always made her feel loved, but this kiss...

 She was kissing him back hungrily, her hands tangled in his hair and his hands pressed tightly to her back. And one kiss turned to two. Two turned to five and five turned to cuddling in her bed. And that turned into clinging to each other. She could smell the faint scent of leather and junk food on his clothes, and, to her, it was the best smell in the world.

  A month later they both had the tattoo.

~

 Peter

 He watched as her pencil danced across the page, her dark hair falling over her face. She was wearing his shirt and boxers and he would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on. He'd woken up to the sound of her pencil scratching across a piece of paper, and he'd known she was drawing again.

"Hey babe?" His eyes followed her movements as she put the finishing touches on her sketch. It's been three years since they met, and two and a half since they began dating.

"Hm?"

"How 'bout we get married?"

"Hey, what do you think of— what?" She'd turned around in his desk chair, drawing in hand, with wide eyes. He looks it over, awed at her skill as always. It was him, asleep in the bed. His hair was splayed over his parted lips, his eyes shut lightly.

"Hey, that's epic, babe! I keep telling you that you could make a living—" She glares at him, but she's smiling.

"Pete." He grins, dark eyes dancing. She gets this distant look and he knows she's remembering that first day. Her fingers splayed over the tattoo, a grin spreading over her face. She put the drawing back on the desk.

"So, babe? How about it? Marry me?" He tosses a ring her way and she catches it with an expertise that can only come from living with his habit of throwing food when he's mocking her. He half expected her to throw it right back, just as she would a half-eaten Twinkie, but she didn't. She smiled, slipping the ring on her finger.

"Yeah, I think I will." A sly grin slips onto her features, replacing her dreamy one. "Even though you are a dipshit."

 He tackled her to the floor, peppering her in kisses and tickling her sides until she couldn't breathe anymore.

~

 They were soulmates in more ways than one, and no one could tell them otherwise.

~~Sam

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please consider:

peter going to lgbt+ meetings at the school and arguing that since science says being gay is genetic, that bisexuality is a mutation, and therefore he is a ‘double mutant’