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rozalias‌:

are occurrences of such grandeur usually preceded such stillness ?there is a blanket of silence that falls among st the room. it only adds contrast to the weight of what comes after it… now that pietro was finally getting more comfortable with penelope which included things like: late nights where roza would have pretend to not feel him leave the bed to creep over to lupe’s crib and watch her sleeping for minutes on end, him talking to her in his native tongue, and all the subtle ways roza would catch him giving their little girl attention. it always made her heart swell ten times over with warmth and just pure joy. but there was still something that she’d wanted to do for a while now. the circumstances before made it rather difficult because pietro wasn’t even aware to the fact he had a child. but now thing were going so much better than she could have ever dreamed. though there were still a few key things that needed to be done.  ❝ do you think charles will make a mini x-men leather spandex costume for lupe to wear to the baptism? maybe we can get someone to shrink one ? ❞

Pietro was well aware that he didn’t deserve this. Not in a million years did he deserve the soft warmth resting against his chest, his breath moving the fine hair on her head. Exposing the streak of silver that marked her as his. He scratches gently at her back in smooth circles, staring down at her drowsy eyes and the way her little hand grips his shirt. Moments of peace like this weren’t meant for him. He’d always known violence, grit and blood and torn flesh. Even with Wanda, who’d sewn him together and made a monster out of him. Frankenstein and his baby. And Roza. His eyes slide to her, glaring but only in a teasing way. “You would do that to her?” he asks quietly as not to rouse Lupe drifting off against him. But there’s a moment when it clicks, what she says. Baptism. Had she not already been baptized? He searches Roza’s eyes for the answer without asking the question. Or did she mean... “You want me to?” They were far from following the rules of their people already, living among gadje as they were, having a baby out of wedlock. It didn’t occur to him that she’d want him to accept Lupe in that manner, though he would be over the moon to.

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shadowxdflame‌:

Reyna rolls her eyes at Pietro, allowing the shadows to dissipate and sunlight to return to the room. “If I was trying to insult you, it would be,” she replies. “So you’re telling me it’s not you making that…” How would she even describe it? Especially without giving Pietro more fuel to poke fun or make some sexual joke. “Something’s giving me the creeps is all.”

Pietro looks around, eyes darting to see if there’s anything she’s missing. Then he’s doing such, covering the room faster than she can blink. Back where he started, he shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing creeping around. Except for me, but that’s standard isn’t it?” Pushing off the wall, he shoves his hands in his pockets as he nears her. “Um...” Then he chickens out, looking over her head. “What do you think it is? The feeling?”

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shadowxdflame‌:

Despite the bright day outside, it’s dark in the training room. Even the windows can’t bring light into the room, not with Reyna practicing her shadow manipulation. What little light can penetrate is purple in colour, coming from the small fires that appear from her hands. As a target pops up, the flame flies across the room to ignite it, just as Reyna hears the door open.

“I’m a little busy,” she tells them. It’s then that she feels something. A… presence? Energy? Someone using their powers? She’s not sure. She turns to the other person, hands alight with flame. 

“Whatever you’re doing, would you stop?”

It was stupid. No, not stupid. It was important. But maybe it was stupid to ask Reyna to be there. Finding out he had a daughter had changed a lot, like maybe he had to keep himself alive a little better than he had been. He definitely should cut down on letting himself get knifed and shot all the time. Who knew how long this curse of his lasted? One day he might just stop healing, and Penelope would be fatherless. The thought of that was easily the most dreadful to ever ring about in his head. And he had pondered over many dreadful things. 

Pietro raises a brow at her question, leaning against the wall opposite to which she was practicing towards. “Stop... breathing? Existing? Come on, your insults are usually better than this.”

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cptdeadphool‌:

He wasn’t trying to be sincere, nor was he trying to have a heartfelt moment with Pietro. His brows knit together in confusion and he doesn’t know what else to say. That response wasn’t what he’d expected at all. On one hand, he could ignore this pain and this gnawing inside of him until it ate him alive. On the other, he thinks Pietro knows something. So he goes for it.

“Just before Piotr and Illyana showed up.” he admits flatly. Uncharacteristic once again. “I’m gonna die and no one will mourn me. I don’t deserve the send off they gave the kid.”

Pietro feels the shift in the moment, when Wade realizes he wouldn’t play along with his shenanigans the way he usually does. His eyes search the other man’s face, not put off by his scars in the slightest. Pietro was good-looking and he knew it, but inside he was terrible and monstrous and he knew that too. He’d seen it in the mirror. And only a small part of it had to do with the reason he knew what Wade was feeling.

“Maybe not,” he says with a shrug, he wasn’t here to comfort Wade but he didn’t deserve to die alone. “But they’ll give you one.” After a moment, Pietro’s voice grows a bit softer. “I wouldn’t say no one will mourn you, mm?” The Southerner who watched Wade when he wasn’t looking, the one who still had longing in her eyes like hadn’t stopped mourning him to begin with. “But she’ll be okay.”

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cptdeadphool‌:

Wade turns to look at him as if he has no idea what Pietro is talking about. Even though he’s smiling and definitely needs someone for support, he shifts all his weight to the wall closest to him. “Well, it all started when I found out I had cancer. See, Anna Marie… I’d do anything to protect her. I thought it was gonna be quick, painless, back to see her in a couple months. Turns out, ya never get what they promise. Ya know?”

Pietro blinks slowly, listening to him explain. He’d never really heard their story, just assumed based on the tidbits he overheard. He knew they had a history, and that it nearly put a pin in the developing relationship between Anna and the Cajun. “I don’t get much promises,” he says back, brow raised before shrugging. then he thinks of Wanda and all the promises they shared about being honest with each other. “But yeah, yeah I know.”

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cptdeadphool‌:

“Pietro! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were actually the second Robin from Batman. The one that stole his tires.” Wade feels wobbly, so he moves over to Pietro and leans on him for support. “How ya been, haven’t seen you sulking about lately.” That was probably because the guy was too fast to lay eyes on half the time. The other half was the fact that he’d been spending a lot of time hanging out with Shatterstar outside of the school.

Usually Pietro entertained his banter, matched him with it or if he caught him on a bad day, berated him for it. But neither of those reactions seemed appropriate right now. He stares at the man who was literally coming apart in front of him. No healing factor would save him now, Pietro knew it by the shroud of death surrounding him. “When did it start?” he asks, looking down at the strange man leaning on him. He doesn’t move though, he knew how much pain he had to be in.

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cptdeadphool‌:

The longer he walked, the more he felt like he was actually dying. It reminded him of the time he was in the woods saving a cool student. One that had the power to nullify powers. Like healing. That hurt like a motherfucker, but Wade made it through. Three times, he put his hand up to his head to make sure nothing was in it. The fourth time, he accidentally walked into a side table and stumbled. Anyone else might think he’s drunk.

“Fucking hell, what is happening in here?” he laughed and looked around the room for anyone to interact with. For now, he’d try to ignore the pain.

Pietro didn’t like to think about the dark, the endless abyss he only recently remembered. There were things crawling on him there, made of smoke and decay. He didn’t like to think of the burning of the hand that pulled him from it and deposited him at his sister’s feet. But he smells it. It clings to the air as he walks past the room, it makes his heart leap with fear. Not much scared Pietro Maximoff, but the thought of returning to the void certainly accomplished that feat.

“Wade,” he says, oddly quiet and calm for who he is. He leans against the door frame, staring at at the other man.

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me: i am so stupid… genuinely illiterate. i am the dumbest bitch alive

someone: you’re stupid

me: Einstein Wants What I Have

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rozalias‌:

The sudden sound of his voice in the room makes her jump. She’d been so deep in though over the last few months that she didn’t even hear the door open. Not to mention the haziness that seemed to take root in her mind. The smile on her face is tender, he still is so precautions around their daughter as if any sudden movement from him would send them as far away from him as possible. “ Yes.” She responds back to him softly. Just looking at him standing there like that makes her feel anxious. He’s put his hands in is pockets like he’s got something to hide or to keep them concealed and avoid fidgeting. 

“She was looking for you.” She turns back to bassinet in the room and laces a finger in her daughter’s tiny fist. “Kept saying ‘find tata. tata go zoom zoom.’” Pietro would always be his own person, having experience so much by such a young age set him on a course on a path that only he could change. Sure he could welcome them into his life but it would ultimately always be his own choice to decide certain aspects of his life. It didn’t matter if Roza wanted him to do them or not. “How are you doing? Is everything alright?” Her eyes are still trained on her daughter, wanting to test the waters before steering the conversation in any sort of direction.

Pietro felt like his heart might burst as Roza tells him how their daughter asked for him. It wasn’t deserved, the blind love she had for him already. But hadn’t he loved the idea of a father he never had? She may be disappointed one day, like he had been, to find that heroes didn’t often live up to expectations. Especially the heroes related to you. He stares at their girl for a moment longer, considering picking her up just to feel the weight of her innocence in his arms. To smell her hair and continue the process of committing it to memory in case one day she decided he didn’t deserve the right to touch her. He nearly misses Roza’s questions, so lost in his thoughts. 

Blinking slowly, he looks back at his child’s mother again. What was she to him? He doesn’t know if he could ever love someone the way he loved Wanda. The way Wanda wouldn’t let him love her anyway. It felt like he was doing Roza a disservice, setting her up for heartache if he failed to return her affections if she had any. From the way she looked at him though, he knew the seed had been planted. And that makes him soften to her a bit, soften himself so he looked less like a behemoth and more like a tower ready to crumble. He licks his lips a few times, eyes unfocused. “I did something terrible,” he says roughly.

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