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wildcvrds·:

Years had gone by since she last stepped foot on this campus. A wave of relief washed over her once she finally reached the steps and she smiled for the first time in a long time. Not to say that she didn’t smile with Agatha, it just wasn’t the same as seeing this place again. Wanda, despite only being here a short time before she left, felt like she could actually call this place home. Though if she were being honest with herself, her home was where Pietro was. She had been sending him letters before, but a lot had happened and her letters stopped. In her heart, she knew her brother was fine because she could feel it.

“Hello again,” she whispered herself, “I missed this place.” Wanda used her powers to open the doors and walked in.

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The only reason Pietro had come to this place was because Wanda had suggested it, she had told him it was the safest place in the world for people like them. That’s why he brought Klara here years ago. But if it was the safest place, then why had she left? He had feared, for years, that once she told him of it, she’d decided that she didn’t want to be there. She was always running, but it was still relatively new that she was running from him. He’d given up hope she’d ever come back, so when he heard that perfect, beautiful voice, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Setting down the cup of coffee he’d just fixed himself, he walks out into the foyer and it seems like he might not stop walking until she was in his arms but he stops short. And stares. She was as beautiful as always, talking to Hank who had come to greet her and her laughter was like a bubbling stream they’d laid by together. He feels jealousy rush all over him, seeing her laugh with that big bumbling idiot the way she is, and that motivates him to keep going. “Why are you here? Where have you been?” he asks harshly, ignoring the way Hank peers at him with concern. “You can leave,” he says without looking at the other man then grabs Wanda’s elbow to bring her to the corner of the foyer. His voice drops and he whispers to her in their shared language, “No letters? You don’t own a phone?”

#wanda;01

weapcnisedgirl·:

***

Klara shook her head again. “I don’t want to ask him out. Not now.” Maybe this was just a silly crush anyway. It wasn’t like Klara had had one before to compare it to. She leant into Pietro’s affection gratefully, smiling softly. “It’s nothing.”

“Well I would be glad if you asked him out, never,” Pietro jokes to ease the tension in her brow. She looked stressed out about the idea of it but he doesn’t think it’s for reasons he’d like. Still, he doesn’t push the envelope. Instead he lets his hand slide down until his arm is wrapping around her and he tugs her firmly against his side. “No rush, little one, to grow up so soon.”

weapcnisedgirl·:

***

Klara shook her head. She didn’t want to ask Cass on a date. Not… Not without knowing how he felt too. This was her home, and she couldn’t risk feeling safe here because of a boy. Nor could she risk his own comfort here. Perhaps if she was more like Jean–confident, beautiful–she would. But she wasn’t.

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If Pietro knew what was running through her head he would undoubtedly be angry. He was never really fond of Jean, or their friendship, and it wasn’t Jean’s fault she felt so inadequate in comparison but he’d make it her fault somehow. In his eyes, Klara was better than any girl here and Cass would be lucky to have her. If he didn’t kill the boy first. Frowning at her little head shake, he lifts a hand to her head and brushes his palm over her hair affectionately. His hand is so large he basically covers the back of her head as it comes to rest. “Hey...” he murmurs, switching to Russian effortlessly. “What is it my little one?”

weapcnisedgirl·:

Klara wasn’t exactly well versed in romance. She’d seen other students at the school have crushes and dates, but she’d never been involved. Nor, really, been close enough to anyone to do more than just see it happen from afar. The only person she was close enough to to actually talk about these things with–who was her age–was Jean. And Jean… Well, Alex wasn’t always around, but Klara always knew when he came and went even without seeing him. Jean’s mood told her enough. Maybe Pietro was right, and those kinds of feelings weren’t worth it. “A little,” she confessed. “He is.” Isla had seemed more comfortable with Cass than almost anyone Klara had seen her with.

Pietro watches her reaction carefully and he curses himself for not having more tact. It was easy to forget just how women could get over things like romance without Wanda around. Of course, that was a more complicated topic but it was difficult nonetheless. Women had more to lose when it came to matters like this, and as much as he hated to admit it, Klara was a woman. She couldn’t stay the little girl he found years ago, not forever. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he hums. “Well, why don’t you ah... ask him on a date?” he says it like it physically pains him then forces a smile when she looks at him.

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NOW APOCALYPSE (2019) dir. Gregg Araki

#;musings #;visage

weapcnisedgirl·:

“I know.” She agreed quickly, not wanting to think she would actually doubt him. Klara didn’t that Pietro was actually upset with her, but still after all these years, she didn’t like to risk it. She stole one last glance at Cass. “It’s silly anyway. It’s nothing.”

Pietro sighs when he notices how uneasy she becomes. He just didn’t want her to get more hurt than she already has been. It wasn’t easy for her to settle in here, despite being best friends with the Professor’s daughter, which in retrospect probably didn’t help things... And he didn’t want to add heartache to the mix. Rubbing his brow, he shrugs his shoulders and looks closer at the kid. “Maybe I’m wrong, eh? Have you spent time with him? He is good to the little one.” He gestures with his chin so she looks at the way Cass has stopped arguing with his sister long enough to pick up Isla and make her laugh.

#klara;01

weapcnisedgirl·:

Klara blushed hard and shook her head. “You don’t even know him,” she pointed out. He had been nice to her, and to Isla. And Klara was also pretty sure that he’d never killed people like her. In her mind, that made her far less saint than Cass. “Right? Or do you know?”

Klara was far too obvious with the crush she had, even more obvious than her obnoxious redheaded friend and the cowboy she was in love with. He huffed a laugh though, finding her behavior cute as opposed to annoying. That didn’t mean he approved though, he just had a hard time keeping a sour attitude for Klara. “I don’t need to know anything, I have intuition. You know this,” he says that last bit like he’s offended she’d doubt him.

#klara;01

weapcnisedgirl·:

***

Klara blushed as it sank in and she shook her head. “What? No, no, no.” She batted at his hand as he pointed openly, even if no one but her was paying attention to him. Especially not Ophelia and Cass. “And I am not a saint.”

Pietro puts his hands down when she swats him, barely suppressing a chuckle. She was so flusterd and only proving his point, one he didn’t want to be making. He wasn’t very keen on her dating in general, but there was something about this kid he didn’t like. Especially given the vague information surrounding his appearance here at the school. The speedster had a feeling he wasn’t as innocent as his older sister, Ophelia. Rolling his eyes at her protest, he mutters, “You’re more saint than him, I can tell you that.”

#klara;01

wildcvrds·:

That response made Peter respect Pietro so much more because that’s exactly how he felt. The whole thing about responsibility and power resonated with him. If he could do something, he should. If his eyes could sparkle like an anime character’s they would. Though, to look as cool and unfazed as Pietro, he nodded once, “Yeah, man. Exactly.”

For a moment, he considered just walking away, but this guy was his hero. He couldn’t just do that because he’d opened up conversation already. “So… how fast can you run? Have you guys done tests on that?”

Pietro stared, dumbfounded. To say he wasn’t used to this sort of treatment was an understatement. The only other person who looked at him like that was Klara and at least she had a reason to, given how many times he’d bled for her. But it still wasn’t the same. His and Klara’s bond was confusing but it was crafted over years. This guy...

He’s about to walk away when he starts asking questions and he sees an opportunity to get him off his back. “Uh no, but we know I can run through people.” He says it deadpan, staring into the other man’s eyes like it was a perfectly okay thing to be able to do.

#peter;01

weapcnisedgirl·:

@accxleratxd· said: “Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”

Klara looked to Pietro, concern crossing her face. She didn’t know what he meant, but his tone gave more away to her than his words ever did. Even years later, words–especially in English–missed their mark with her, but body language was harder to fake. “Are you okay?” she asked, slipping into Russian.

Pietro knows he’s worried her when she slips into her native tongue, and he hadn’t meant to but he still found it cute. He keeps a straight face though, looking down at her with a raised brow. “Little one...” he prefaces before touching her nose. “Saint.” Then his eyes are sliding to the red haired boy arguing over something with Ophelia. There is definitely distaste not just in his voice but in his gaze as well. “Sinner.” He points openly but the sibling pair don’t even notice.

#klara;01

wreakhavck·:

@accxleratxd· said: “It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”

Alex would normally just shrug Pietro’s comments off with a roll of the eyes or straight ignoring it, the way he had been since the speedster had turned up on their door with Klara in the middle of the night. But today he was a little bit sick of it, especially given that he had been trying to teach a science class when Maximoff had been smirking at the door. “You reckon you could’ve done it better?” he asked once the students had filed out. Not a lot of people here knew that Alex had actually gotten a Bachelor’s of Science, so maybe Pietro’s lack of faith was to be expected, but Alex didn’t care.

Pietro was bored, which was nothing new, and he found his way to the classroom he knew Klara would be in. He pats her head as she passes, watching her go down the hall to her next class before looking at Alex. “Feh, not at all,” he says like Alex was a dumbass for asking. “But that doesn’t mean you are any good at it.” Teaching, he meant. It was clear Alex knew the material, even if Pietro hadn’t been aware he knew how to do anything besides fix cars and stare at the redhead before today.

#alex;01

wildcvrds·:

Everything was awesome here. Powers were on display in the halls and heroes walked around among the students. Peter couldn’t keep his mind off of it. Especially since THEE Pietro Maximoff was here. As soon as Peter laid eyes on him, he practically ran over to the man and blurted out, “You’re like the coolest you know, I heard you saved everyone in the school and they didn’t even notice until they were outside. That’s awesome, man.” @accxleratxd·

It wasn’t easy to creep up on Pietro and spook him, but the kid managed that just fine. He grumbles, eyeing him and then looking away like he wasn’t there at all. Not that it happened often, but Pietro wasn’t one that wanted to be looked at like a hero. Especially not like some of the other mutants here. They seemed to thrive on that shit. He shakes his head, “It’s nothing, in the job description, yeah?”

#peter;01

She left you behind because you only hurt her

#;answered memes #Anonymous

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@lovelvpe

#;musings

lovelvpe·:

Lupe can feel his anxiety no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He was worried about her, she knew it. She couldn’t feel it in that inbetween place, but she could feel it loud and clear now. Even so, he knew how to calm her down. How to soothe her.

She manages a smile at him, nervous and excited at the same time. “Yeah.” She laughed nervously. “Will you teach me to run and not get stuck? I didn’t mean to get stuck. I was just coming home.”

Pietro can’t help but feel guilty, as if he’d been the one to do it to her. Technically he had, she was his daughter after all and it was a mutation inherited from him. He should have warned her. Yeah, this one was definitely his fault.

He looks down at her smile though, knowing she would never blame him. If she knew he blamed himself, his daughter was sure to vehemently oppose. “Of course, of course I will,” he says softly as he smooths her hair away from her face. “Lesson one, don’t get scared. Lean into it, just like with everything else.”

lovelvpe

accxleratxd‌:

Pietro could only hope she could cool down enough to follow his directions. She’d always been a good girl, learning her powers steadily and listening to Roza. He hoped she could do the same with this. It was a hard power to control in an entirely different way. One that could be cataclysmic to everyone around them if they couldn’t get a handle on this. There was a reason the Professor wanted to keep him close, though he hadn’t known it at the time.

Taking a deep breath himself, his knuckles rap on the porch anxiously as he waits for her to either respond or catch on. To her it must have been hours, but to him it’s only a matter of minutes before she’s materializing in front of him on the other side of the writing. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and grabs her, pulling her into his chest and embracing her so tight he might crush her. “Good girl,” he says after another deep breath. “You caught on a lot faster than I did.” He doesn’t notice the unintentional pun, too caught up in feeling the weight of her in his arms with relief.

When the world finally returns to normal, Lupe has tears streaking down her cheeks. But she can hear again, hear the birds and the rapping of her papi’s knuckles, she can smell the familiar scents of home. The world is real again, something she can touch and not simply observe. She falls into Pietro’s arms, wrapping her arms tight around him as she tries not to cry. The last thing she wants is to get too upset and end up getting stuck again.

“What was that?” she asks, sniffling. It feels like it took forever, hours, but she knows that from when she first got stuck to now had only been minutes. If she moved normally, she still wouldn’t be home yet.

accxleratxd

Pietro rubs giant circles over her back, eyes closed as he focuses on keeping his breath even so she subconsciously mimics it. A technique he picked up when she was just a baby. It'd worked then and it worked whenever she was upset. He hums at her question, not letting her go as he answers. "It's an inbetween place," he murmurs but there wasn't much more he could say, not without scaring her.

He pulls away and his hands move to hold hers tightly as he looks into her round eyes. She looked so much like her mother and yet those eyes reminded him of his own and his sister's. Smiling softly though he's still full of anxiety, he tells her. "Look at you, my little speedster. I have so much to teach you."

#mobile #lupe;02

lovelvpe

accxleratxd‌:

Pietro can only imagine the look on her face when she reads his message. He’d been pissed when Wanda told him what he needed to do, he felt condescended to, like she couldn’t understand how out of control he was. How alone. But it was the only thing that would help her. Her response came as quickly as he expected, the pen leaving his hand for a fraction of second. He traces the letters with his fingers, feeling his heart ache. “I am helping, baby girl,” he sighs.

The pen touches the porch again and he’s already dreading having to buy paint to cover it all up. I KNOW. FOCUS. YOU CONTROL THEM, THEY DON’T CONTROL YOU. He knew what it was like all of the microscopic molecules buzzing around your body like you’re getting buried in sand that was alive and grabbing at your skin. It was terrifying. But she had to breathe, she had to realize she had control over it but it was her emotions getting in the way. BREATHE.

She shoves the pen back in his hand, wanting more answers. Answers that were more than simply slow down. That’s the problem, she wants to scream. She can’t slow down! That’s why she’s stuck. And she can feel herself only getting faster. Pietro seems to slow even more, and Lupe can feel tears forming in her eyes. What if she never got unstuck? What if she was trapped here forever?

Slowly, painfully slowly, more letters appear. Mami is going to hate us writing on the porch in sharpie, she thinks wildly. As if it wouldn’t be Daddy repainting it. Will she even get to see that? Fear grips her again. But slowly letters appear. BREATHE. Lupe still wants to scream, feeling everything buzzing inside her. Instead, she closes her eyes and tries to use the techniques she’d been taught for when other people’s emotions overwhelmed her. A shaky breath in, and then out. In and out. Her hands squeezed together as fists by her side. Control them. Control the buzzing. Slow it down. In and out. She opens her eyes. Her body is still buzzing, but it’s subsided a lot. Things are beginning to move around her until finally time returns to normal.

accxleratxd

Pietro could only hope she could cool down enough to follow his directions. She'd always been a good girl, learning her powers steadily and listening to Roza. He hoped she could do the same with this. It was a hard power to control in an entirely different way. One that could be cataclysmic to everyone around them if they couldn't get a handle on this. There was a reason the Professor wanted to keep him close, though he hadn't known it at the time.

Taking a deep breath himself, his knuckles rap on the porch anxiously as he waits for her to either respond or catch on. To her it must have been hours, but to him it's only a matter of minutes before she's materializing in front of him on the other side of the writing. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and grabs her, pulling her into his chest and embracing her so tight he might crush her. "Good girl," he says after another deep breath. "You caught on a lot faster than I did." He doesn't notice the unintentional pun, too caught up in feeling the weight of her in his arms with relief.

#lupe;02 #mobile

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