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Kitty & Piotr
Kitty: right. Sorry she's your problem not mine. I'll keep my nose out of it.
Kitty: I probably shouldn't call her a problem either...
Kitty: you worry too much.
Piotr: You do not need to apologize. You are just being kind. I can appreciate that.
Piotr: Perhaps I do... Perhaps it means that I care too much.
Kitty & Piotr
Kitty: There's a MORE closed off?
Kitty: it's kinda not the same without her glaring from the back row.
Kitty: is this something I should worry about?
Piotr: I know, it is hard to believe.
Piotr: I am not certain, but I still worry.
Piotr: Next time we train I will see. Hopefully she does not mind my prodding more than usual.
Kitty & Piotr
Kitty: Your trainee skipped my class again.
Kitty: Something going on with her?
Piotr: Good morning to you too, Katya. I am sorry to hear that.
Piotr: She has not mentioned anything to me, no surprise there, but she has been closed off lately.
Piotr: *more closed off.
Who is This Little One? || Piotr & Ginny
Piotr had spent most of his morning sitting outside by the on the patio. He wasn’t trying to tan, in fact he burned more than anything, he was simply taking in the fresh air, watching the younger students play and get a good sketch in. It was a sight that he sketched many times, the courtyard of the mansion, and yet it was a sketch that never grew old. Much like his endless supply of art on lake Baikal or the farm this place was home and even if he wanted to he could never get sick of a place he loved so dearly.
As he put the final touches on his sketch a smirk came across his face. He took a moment to look at his finished project and back at his inspiration and was satisfied. He set his - clearly well loved sketchpad down in his lap as shut his eyes for a moment to relax. He had no intention of falling asleep of course but h just wasn’t quite ready to get up yet. After only a few short moments his stomach began to growl. He slid his , very large, phone out of his black jeans to check the time. “Ah.” he said to himself with a nod as it was already eleven.
Before he finally got up he took his sketchpad in hand once more. Pencil in hand he closed his eyes for a moment to think before opening them down once more the right the Hebrew word for food, “מזון.” He had been trying to teach himself for a long time now and it was starting to pay off. He wanted to show Katya that he was interested in her culture, to learn for her.
As the tall Russian stood from the chase lounge he slit his pencils in the shirt pocked of his red shirt, that seemed perhaps a size to small, and headed for the kitchen. Wanting to set his supplies back up in his room he grabbed a banana to go. Walking towards the stairwell he spotted a familiar face as well as a young girl. If he could remember from what Kitty said they were Iphigenia and Sarah. Having a slight weakness for babies he couldn’t help but go up to the two of them. “Iphigenia, da?” he asked with a close mouthed smile before diverting his attention to the little girl. “And who is this little one?” he said in a surprisingly good baby voice for such a large man as he smiled at the child.
☮ - friendship headcanon
Growing up on the farm didn’t allow for many opportunities to make friends. His friends were his siblings, the animals, and some of the neighbors (If you could even call someone that lived that far away a neighbor) but when he was recruited by the Professor. Suddenly he was surrounded by so many friendly people. He may have been quiet and kept to himself at first - and to a certain extent still does - but they eventually began to break down his iron walls and become friends, Kitty Pryde being a key reason.
Bad Feelings and Breakfast II Ellie and Piotr
Of course, the only person who would be up at the ass crack of dawn. Ellie took one last drag and savored the brief nicotine high. She’d been blowing the smoke out the window so it wasn’t like it’d get in the furniture or anything. And she was not going outside where it was humid as balls. Cigarette dangling in her hand she gave him a long hard look. The one that made adults relent or try to negotiate. She could make this go on for a whole three minutes and twenty eight seconds. But Colossus was one of the few people who could make her life even harder, and would tattle. So, without breaking eye contact, she sighed and flicked the cancer stick out the window.
What the hell was he even doing up anyway? Out doing Russian calisthenics? Going to paint where the light was “just right”? Or was he being a good little goodie goodie and making sure she hadn’t flown the premises. Well better him than…anyone else here. He was annoying, they were worse. But….what other place would be willing to take in a double freak like her? No, not going there. Time to get off the defensive. “Stalking me?” She smirked humorlessly.
He shook his head with a sigh as he walked toward the window. Why did she have to do it that way? It was never the simple way or the friendly way with her, he thought as he walked towards the open window. He should assume as much that is who she is after all, besides, she is still in the angst filled teenager days that most everyone seemed to go through. Not everyone was as docile as Piotr.
”That is littering, and littering, Negasonic.” he said knowing how she much preferred to be called that over Ellie. Reaching out the window with his massive bod he grabbed at the cigarette rather delicately, only using his index finger and his thumb in the process. “And a fire hazard.” he added noticing the still orange glow of the ember. He made his way to the bathroom, which connected to the room they were in as he listened and looked back just in time to notice that enthused smirk.
Was this sarcasm? Sarcasm was hard for him to pick up on for the longest time, and just when he thought he had it Ellie showed up and made him doubt his abilities. “Nyet.” He said dropping the cigarette into the toilet then flushing. “You should no by now I start my morning with training. If that was sarcasm I am sorry for over explaining.” He unnecessarily apologized with a friendly smirk as he made his way over towards her. Walking around the couch to stand in front of her once more his face became a touch more serious, he didn’t enjoy scolding but she was more or less his responsibility. “Now you know smoking is not allowed in the mansion, da?”
Super Henry Cavill!
What do you like to do on a rainy day?
Rainy days are ideal for doing nothing, da? Assuming I am not need by my fellow X-Men I would very much enjoy to have a long workout in the early morning when no one has made it to train. Take a nice shower before having breakfast with the other early risers and after that perhaps attempt painting the storm, or watch some TV with Illyana or Kitty. I may even just sit at the window and think, who knows.
Is there anyone you hate?
Now hate is a strong word, Tovarisch. I am familiar with that ugly feeling and have done my best to forgive. Mama had always told me to forgive and Papa would always add not to forget either, and I try my best to do both of which. It is hard to do when there are those out there that hate me for being a mutant and have killed my kind, and those out there who hate me for being a Rasputin and killed my family. I am sorry for talking in circles, it is all such a confusing subject.
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Bad Feelings and Breakfast II Ellie and Piotr
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They didn’t allow smoking inside the mansion. Not that she liked smoking all that much, but the nicotine would calm her down a little bit. Ellie nibbled on a thumbnail and cursed the stupid staff and their stupid fucked up rules. She could get no powers to create water slides on the stairs and no wheelchair races with the Professor’s chairs but seriously?! She needed something to calm her down now and they had locked up the Xanax.
The dreams were coming back. Not visions or anything, unless she really was going to get eaten by a giant turtle, just…a feeling. A really bad feeling. Something bad was coming. Last time she’d had these dreams she’d met the biggest red and black asshole and stepped into a mass murder thing. What was coming now? Was someone going to die? Was the school going to blow up? Ellie rubbed the back of her head and curled up further on the couch. She couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want to sleep.
The sound of footsteps jolted her back up. Who the fuck was actually up this early anyway? Briefly Ellie hoped it was Logan. He would at least leave her alone. Everyone else would scold or want to talk. No visions no talking, that was her policy. Dear god the sun wasn’t even up yet. Maybe she was wearing enough black that she could just blend in with the shadows. She stayed perfectly still and silent.
As soon as the clock struck 5:00AM Piotr’s alarm sounded. As stereotypical as it may have been it was Russian Easter Overture by Rimsky-Korsakav; it wasn’t his normal taste in music but it seemed to be just right for mornings. It was a piece that could wake him up in a nice calm way, no snapping awake, just a gradual rise to consciousness. It was by far more enjoyable than one of those jarring alarms everyone else seemed to used to wake them up last minute.
As he happily hummed along to the tune he slid on a pair of sweatpants over his red briefs -he always felt more comfortable in more form fitting underwear- and slid his old white tank top over his body. He scooted aside pencils and reject sketches from his desks before he finally founds his red sweatbands. He let out a deep “Ah-ha!” as he picked them up and pulled them up over his wrists. The bands were old and showed it, he had used them nearly daily for the last several years, but they were from the homeland. Ever little reminder he had of Russia and his family was treasured.
Piotr made his way down the mansion stairs, his heavy steps announcing his presence before he could be seen. As he took the deep breath something didn't seem right, or rather smell right. Taking a second larger sniff mad him shake his head, “Sigaretta?” he muttered to himself as he traced the smoke to its source. Why was he surprised by who it was? It should have been obvious. Standing in the door frame behind the couch he crossed his arms and out on his best scolding face, or as some of the younger students called it, his Dad face. “Negasonic, would you please put that out.” He said more as a statement than a request.
Ghosts That We Knew //Ororo & Piotr (The Last of Us AU)
…..three Mississippi…four Mississippi…watch your breathing….five Mississippi….
She could hear them. Grunts and moans. What did they have to cry over anymore? There was nothing left of their former lives, for any of them. So why did they have the right to cry when she could not. Ororo had sat there waiting out the infected, hoping for an opening soon. Her legs were starting to tire from kneeling for so long.
…..six Mississippi…..seven Mississippi….fuck….
Her right leg gave out, causing her to falter and a can to go rolling across the pavement. She didn’t even wait for them to start scream. Shooting through the tight gap on the side of the brick buildings. Ororo climbing on the dumpster, taking out the small pick mattock she had found to catch one of the infected in the side of the skull. The creature was smashed against the wall making her have to kick it loose.
Crap.Crap.Crap.Crap……
Taking a leap of faith, she jumped to the lowered ladder on the fire escape stairway. Missing with her hand but locking on with the pick. She dangled for but a moment before getting the strength to lift herself up. Ascending one metal bar at a time, only looking down once to smirk at the gathered mob below.
Sorry, not this time. Not ever.
Ororo made her way to an open window, slowly climbing inside she waited a moment to listen out for anything suspicious. Creeping inch by inch until she could peer unseen out the door. Upon hearing nothing she let out a small sigh. Happy to finally be able to stand, she shook her legs out one by one before commencing to raid the area for more supplies. Finding some duct tape, one pair of scissors, a can of tuna, another three of corns and refried beans, and…she nearly jumped for joy. Toothpaste!
She unscrewed the top, squeezing out a pinch on her finger to taste. It was so minty and fresh! She couldn’t wait to show Pete, sure he was likely upset that she had gone alone without informing him. But breaking and entering was a delicate manner, and really she had not wanted to wake him. It had been days since they last had any proper sleep. The abandoned cellar seemed safe enough to leave him for a few minutes.
Storing all that she had found, Ororo went to exit through the other side of the apartment, however stopped at the sight of a black and golden paper box. Cigarettes. She had never smoked, never could stand the smell. Yet it was the memories that they the simple small box brought back which made her take the pack and stuff them in her pocket. Once outside she slide down a connected pole, halting just before hitting the ground to make her landing quieter. She weaved through the city, going back to the dainty looking bar on the corner of the two wide main streets. She pushed away a cluster of overgrown vines to descend the hidden steps to the cellar.
“Lucy I’m home.” She smiled slugging out of her backpack. There was always that sharp feeling of relief when seeing Piotr again. He was still there, still with her. She had lost so many that she wouldn’t be able to take another loss. Over the four years since meeting on the road, Ororo had come to care for her partner in crime. Emotionally, she was a wreck. Mentally, she was cracking. At this point she likely needed him more than he did her. It amazed her that she had even made it this far. “Now before you say anything…” Ororo reached down into her bag and pulled out the toothpaste. “Looookkk whaaaat I fooound.” She danced a little, showing off the tube between her finger. “All we have to do is get some fresh brushes and we’re golden.”
Piotr hadn’t slept this soundly in years, quite possibly since he was just an art student coming to America to experience the world, but the whole thought of that was all so peculiar now. He was no longer some teenage foreign exchange student with ambitions of being the next great painter. Back the all he was concerned about was being able to get his project’s completed o time while having time to call his sister and go to the gym; if only his problems were anywhere on the same scale now.
Piotr would personally argue that he was no where near the same as he once was. A child who believed in kindness and forgiveness over all else. The child who once swore he would never take a life no matter what, and who, as his American friends put it, “wouldn’t hurt a fly” had lied, stolen, and murdered for his own gain and survival. The only thing that could keep him sane while doing all of that was by making the excuse that he wasn’t doing it for himself, but that he was doing it for Ororo; after all if it weren’t for meeting her he figured he would have ended it himself years ago.
Now was a time he could be at peace. He was finally dreaming. Actually dreaming, no nightmares, no painful flashbacks nothing of the sort, just a dream. He was back home as he remembered it and for some reason Ororo was there, but he didn’t question it, she was his best friend. He was painting his family and Ororo in front of the teal ice of Lake Baikal as the dogs chased each other in the snow dusted grass, it was all so surreal. It’s a shame it all had to come to an end.
As he woke up he realized it all to just be a dream. Illyana, Mikail, Mama, Papa, but at least he had Ororo with him. “Ro.” He called out, rolling his R’s, as he sat up from his sleeping bag. “Ro?” he now repeated more panicked than before. pulling himself up to his feet and taking a hold of the sledge hammer he left next to his bag, ready to strike at someone or something should it be necessary. “If this is one of your jokes I am not amused.” he said anxiously as he paced the cellar. Her stuff was missing, “I swear...” He said reaching for his backpack to chase after her when he heard her announce herself.
“Who is this Lucy, and why- Bah it is not important.” He said setting his hammer down just so he could fold his arms and give her a proper stern look. “Ororo Monroe.” he said in the deepest voice he could muster without sounding ridiculous. As she went rifling through her back he responded, “There will be many words, Ro. First of wh-” he was cut off by the sudden display of toothpaste. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight before looking back up at Ororo with a stern look. “Da, that is good. Thank you.” He said approaching her and looking her up and down, “You are not hurt are you?” He said looking around her for scrapes and bruises. Before she could respond he pulled her into a hug, “You know I get concerned when you run off like that.” He said letting her go before turning around to roll up his sleeping bag, trying to make it shown he was not happy with her actions.
Haunted by the Past || Piotr and Kitty (Ghost Kitty AU)
Piotr dropped to his knees alone among the tombstones. His large hands ran through the grass before bunching into fists before pulling them up to his face. “Oh Katya...” He said his voice trembling with emotions. His fists balled and pressed against his forehead as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. He could still remember it like yesterday. They had just been out for dinner when they were attacked by those mutant hating bigots. It was practically a small army. He was just too slow to save her, and now she payed the ultimate price. “I am so sorry Katya... How could I let this happen... How could I be so foolish!” he roared to himself. If he wasn’t over her grave he would have pounded his fist into the ground till there was nothing less. It was then he heard an all too familiar voice behind him, the voice of Magneto. “Not you, Piotr. How could they let this happen.” he said keeping his distance dressed in all black as if for a funeral. “Magneto!” He shouted instinctively turning on his armor as he turned to face him. His instincts went against his better judgment. “How dare you disrespect Katya like that?!” he roared as he marched towards him tempted to bash the villains head against a tombstone. With the gentle raise of his hand Magneto halted all of Piotr’s movement with his power. “You misunderstand me, child.” He said taking a white rose from behind his back as he made his way towards the headstone. “I’m simply here to pay my respects to the young Kitty Pryde.” with one final sniff of the flower he set it done at her grave. “A fine mutant sister taken from the earth far too soon.”
Piotr remained silent as his eyes followed Magneto. As he spoke Piotr found his words to feel genuine.No longer resisting Magneto’s hold he left his Osmium form and crossed his arms, partially to hear him out and partially because he felt he had to tuck his hands away to keep them from Magneto’s throat. “What are you doing here.” He responded coldly. “I know your pain, Piotr. I too have lost many that I love to humans who didn’t understand...” He said as he slowly turned to face Piotr. “They’re crimes only felt justice when the world went to war with them. Perhaps now you see that war has its place.” With a sigh he headed out of the cemetery the way he came in. “If you finally agree to make a difference, to stop these easily avoided tragedies, you know how to get my attention.”
Piotr stood there in silence. As the figure faded from his sight he finally relaxed his fist and looked into his palm at an engagement ring, a ring he intended to give her that evening. “For you Katya...” He muttered to himself before leaving in the same direction as Magneto.
Colossus | Yvan Quinet
I have a sense of purpose. My character might be shit and I’ll never have a home so tell me again why this would be a good idea?
You seem to be rather set in your ways, da? If I may ask you a question, have you ever had fantasies about being a hero? Saving lives and earning the respect of the community, helping them see our kind in a kinder light?
Omg I love this !! 🙈😍
