#pietro fluff

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Pietro Maximoff + going out on the town

[tommiruewrites]

⌜↳ lumea mea ˖⁺⌟

✩ pairing: pietro x reader ✩ requested: yes | no ✩ prompts: none ✩ cw: shitty google translate romanian sokovian, no pronouns or gender descriptors for reader (please correct me if i missed anything), not proofread 

✩ word count: 0.45k ✩ a/n: just in a pietro kinda mood since i just finished my mcu script for him. this idea popped into my head so i figured i'd write it down. hope you like it as much as i did :))

summary: pietro always makes you feel like the luckiest person alive, even if he won't tell you exactly what he's saying

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₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚· You lay on the couch, head against his chest and knees curled up against your own. You can hear his heartbeat in one ear, and the screams from the movie you're watching in the other, although you aren't paying much attention to the film anymore. His hand absent mindedly caresses your arm to comfort you, pulling you in tighter when you flinch at the screen. You hide your face in his shirt at one particularly scary part. Pietro laughs a little, holding you close to him. "It's just a movie, remember? I'm right here, iubirea mea. Right here" He emphasizes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Nothing to be afraid of." You pull your head away to look up at him, face still flushed from the jump scare, "What does that mean?" "Nothing to be afraid-" "No not that," you roll your eyes and try to hold back a smile, seeing a smirk already on your boyfriend's face. "What you said before that. What does it mean?" His smirk widens, "What? Iubirea mea?" his hand moving to the small of your back to support you as you shift your position closer to him, "Where's the fun in it if I tell you, dragă?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and feigned frustration, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you feel heat rush to your cheeks "That one too! I want to know what it means." "So many questions!" he teases with a shit-eating grin, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He thinks his heart might burst when you place your hands on his chest to balance your weight. His cocky grin slowly softens into a loving smile, which you gladly reciprocate.  You feel his lips slightly brush against yours as he leans closer to nudge your nose with his, softly rubbing your back with his thumb, "Vrei să spui lumea pentru mine, dragă. Tu ești totul pentru mine. My everything."  You can't help but smile and feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, cheeks warming at his softness. You lean in that little bit more to softly press your lips against his, both of you hazily smiling into it as the late hour finally catches up to you. You've decided you don't need a direct translation of what it means; he always shows you all that you need to know. You pull away, burying your face in his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his torso. You mumble out a quiet, "I love you." "I love you more, dragă." "Not possible." Neither of you have the energy to continue your banter as the both of you give in and let sleep consume you. ₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚· TRANSLATIONS: (again, im so sorry if these translations are horrible, but this is the intended meaning lmao) "Iubirea mea" - my love "Dragă" - dear; darling "Vrei să spui lumea pentru mine, dragă. Tu ești totul pentru mine." - You mean the world to me, darling. You are everything to me.

[ravensliterature]

A Life for a Life

A/N: I have been hit with the writing bug

pairing: Pietro x Reader

warnings: Mention of blood, near death

w/c: 1754

Prompt: You save Pietro life when he takes the bullet for Clint, but at what cost? 

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'Pietro really should be taking this more seriously,' you think to yourself as you navigate the chaos of a floating island in the sky, swarming with robots. 'We are fighting for our lives, and he's still joking around. He's going to get himself killed.'

You turn your attention back to the battlefield, using your telekinesis to shred any Ultron robot clone that comes your way. You're so focused that you don't notice one of the clones grabbing your leg until it yanks you off your feet. A sharp pain shoots up your calf as you fall to your knees, clutching the throbbing limb. Thankfully, you're a fast healer.

You had met Pietro and Wanda in a lab where they volunteered for experiments, while you were abducted from your family. It was the worst experience of your life, but it brought you your closest friends.

"You're too slow, printsessa!" Pietro yells as he speeds past, destroying a line of robots.

Laughing despite the pain, you chase after him, dodging the bots and trying to match his pace. "I can still kill more than you, Piet!" you shout back.

Suddenly, an explosion booms above. It's so close, you almost miss it. Metal debris rains down. Looking up, you see the sky filled with destruction. Glancing back, you spot Clint with his bow drawn, shooting down robot after robot with graceful, precise movements.

"Help people get to the ships!" Clint screams over his shoulder.

Without wasting a second, you leap over destroyed robots and duck under their limbs, helping civilians escape while Pietro zips around at blinding speed.

Your mind flashes back to the last time Pietro was injured on a mission with you and Wanda. 'Please don’t let him get hurt again,' you silently plead.

As you guide people to safety, you hear bullets whizz overhead. You see Clint ducking and try to catch the bullets with your telekinesis. You almost succeed, but suddenly a blue blur sweeps them away. Relief floods you as Pietro saves Clint and a nearby child. But then, dread fills you as you see Pietro peppered with bullets, his shirt soaked with blood, gasping for air.

Pietro collapses, and as your eyes meet, your heart shatters. With one look, you know he understands the gravity of his situation.

You rush to him, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his chest. Although you're a strong healer, you’ve never faced injuries this severe.

"Pietro!" you whisper, trying to calm both him and yourself.

"Y/N... please, don't do anything stupid," he begs, gripping your shirt.

"Okay, I won’t," you promise, resting your hands over his and focusing your powers.

Your hands glow as you channel your healing energy into Pietro. Slowly, his breathing stabilizes, and a smile spreads across your face. But the effort drains you; your vision blurs and darkness edges in.

With a final push, you heal all his wounds, but the strain is too much. You collapse, everything fading to black.

"Y/N!" Pietro’s voice is the last thing you hear before you lose consciousness.

When you come to, Pietro is by your side, tears streaming down his face as he holds your cold, pale hand. "Don't leave me now," he whispers, his brown eyes filled with fear and love.

You try to reassure him with a weak smile, touching his cheek to wipe away his tears. Your touch is ice-cold.

Pietro kisses your fingertips, his lips sending warmth through your numb body. He leans in to kiss your forehead, his presence comforting as you drift back into darkness.

Pietro’s voice is soft as he says, "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Piet," you murmur, slipping away.

Pietro sobs quietly beside you, overwhelmed by grief. Clint sits next to him, offering silent support as he too mourns.

Suddenly, a faint breath escapes your lips. "Pietro?" Clint whispers.

Pietro lifts his head, wiping his tears. "She's alive... but it’s bad."

Together, they carefully lift you, exiting the battlefield to seek help.

You awaken in Pietro's arms, coughing and disoriented. "It will be okay, darling," he soothes, explaining that you almost died saving him.

"Thank you for saving me," he murmurs.

"Anytime," you reply, feeling a weak smile form on your lips.

"Piet, where are we?" you ask, looking around in confusion.

"We're in the lab. Bruce stabilized you," Pietro explains, his voice choked with emotion. "I thought I lost you."

"I’m so sorry, Pietro. Please, forgive me."

"It’s alright, darling. I understand," he replies, kissing your forehead tenderly. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Pietro."

"What are we going to do now?" you wonder aloud.

"I don't know," Pietro admits, "but we'll figure it out together."

You lean in and kiss him, his response immediate and full of love. As you pull back, you rest your forehead against his, grateful for this moment and for each other.

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Faithie’s fic ideas:

Ok while I love both Pietro and Peter Maximoff (definitely both amazing yet same person if you think about it…)

And normally I request more for Peter then I do Pietro, that’s only because I get more ideas for Peter, but this one is actually a Pietro one:

Again NOT my gif, all credit to: @siremasterlawrence

I think it’d be cool to see a fic where the reader grew up with Pietro and Wanda. She would have also been given powers and she would have been close to both in different ways. With Wanda they’d be like sisters where as with Pietro he’d be super protective over her and sweet on her. Wanda clearly can see that their love for one another goes deeper then she’s ever seen so of course she totally supports it.

BUT! The people who have them using them for their powers (I can’t remember the names right now, all I fully remember is that it’s a division of hydra…) anyway they end up selling the reader to the highest paying person and who might that be? Tony freaking stark. Plot twist though he buys her to save her and he tries to get Wanda and Pietro out as well, but he fails. So together he and cap help the reader learn to use her powers for good.

Of course she misses her friends very very much, but soon she finds herself in a bad position. So what does Tony do? He has her killed! No not really, he just puts her in a protective position where she seems like she dies then she becomes someone new. Years later when they break into the facility they start fighting with the avengers. When Pietro is about to take Clint out, she takes Pietro down instead, but when he looks up at her he’s in shock because he thought she was dead and he whispers her name. She instantly recognizes him and starts apologizing for taking him down. She helps him up and they have a very emotional reunion. Both almost are in tears as they hold one another and he promises her that she’ll see Wanda. Then she turns to a confused group of avengers and Tony asks if she’s going to introduce her new friends. Ya know this scene:

Again NOT my gif, all credit to: @starkravingparker

She giggles saying they aren’t new friends. She then explains to Tony that they are the others that he tried saving along with her all those years ago and suddenly it all clicks for Tony.

Then just a happy ending of them all being together again.

Someone please write this 😫😫 I would, but I’m too swamped with WIP right now too. But I NEED it.

[wakanda-nonsense-is-this]

Ghost of You — Chapter 1

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Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: some swear words, handsome ghosts, mentions of drugs and shock therapy, mentions of dead, mentions of neglect.

Word Count: 1174

I never asked to be born like this, or to even be born at all. But there's nothing I can do about it, so I might as well just women up and deal with it.

In my experience, ghosts tend to like me more than living people do and it's okay, 'cause the feeling's mutual.

Now people may think I'm crazy and maybe they're right, but it's fine, I made peace with it a long time ago.

I was 7 years old the first time I came face to face with a ghost, but it wasn't until I was 9 that I told my father about my ghosts friends. To make it short, he didn't take it well, AT ALL. He thought I had finally lost it and after like two psychologists, he decided it was best to throw me into a madhouse, that way no one would ever hear about the defective daughter of the all mighty Anthony Stark and his reputation would be intact.

I bet it worked fantastically for him, but for me? Not so much. I've spend more time within the four walls of the isolation room than I have in the real world, but finally, after 12 years, I'm finally considered mentally healed, a subtle term meaning they've drugged and electroshock me enough times that it's medically impossible that I'm not healed (but jokes on them, it didn't work 'cause I'm not mad and because I'm an excellent actor, after all, the best ghosts actresses taught me how to pretend like everything's fine).

So here am I, packing the few things I own in my room, consisting on my tiger blanket that Happy Hogan gifted me for my 15 birthday when he came to visit, by himself, as always, since my father can't bother to visit his only biological spawn, it's okay though, no hard feelings, only boss girl vibes allowed. Anyways, as I'm packing my avocado panties I sense someone behind me.

"Are those new? I don't think I've ever seen them before" said Pietro Maximoff, the most annoying ghost e-v-e-r, peeking over my shoulder.

"That, my hole-y friend, it's none of your business" I said as I turn around to face him with my hand on my waist.

"Hole-y? Really y/n?" he asked raising a thick brow with eyes full of amusement.

"Oh come on, you gotta admit it was pretty clever"

"Whatever you say" he smirked passing through me, knowing damn well I hate when he does that. I shiver at the feeling, like a mix of getting a bucket of ice water poured in your head and eating sand.

"What are you doing anyway? What's this suitcase for?" Pietro asks eyeing its interior curiously. "You going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I was discharged" I close the bag. "I'm finally getting rid of you" I said half joking with a smile in my face. At the silence I look up to him, he doesn't look back at me but keeps looking at the ground. Immediately I feel guilt at what I said, how stupid of me, I'm no doubt the only living person he has spoken to since the day he died and probably the only person that reminds him what being alive feels like.

"Hey, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean it. I mean, don't get me wrong, you are the biggest pain in the ass but I'll probably miss you, you know?." I say, but he doesn't move, doesn't speak, I don't even think he's breathing (do ghosts breath?) if I didn't know any better I would think he died, again. He looks up and smirks at me. There it is.

"Someone's getting cheesy"he joked looking at me while stretching his limbs in the little chair he was sitting on, but even though he's smiling the way he said it made me uneasy, like something was wrong.

"I take it back"

"Can't, I'll remember it my whole life"

"Jokes on you, you're dead" I take my suitcase and open the door of my room, where Dr. Ivanov is waiting for me. I freeze. I'm sure he listened, he's going to send me back and I haven't even left my room. I'm screwed, big time. Maybe I should just drop dead, it looks fancier than one more day in this hell hole. But he just smiles. HE SMILED. He never smiles, I didn't think he knew how. Maybe I'm dreaming or I actually died and he's smiling at my dead body. Yeah, no, stop it, now you do sound crazy.

"Who's dead?" he asks as he guides me through the hallway. Think y/n, THINK.

"My tiger" I blurted and out of the corner of my eye I see ghost Pietro face palm himself. Same buddy, same. We arrive at the counter next to the entrance/exit. Dr. Ivanov said goodbye and wished me the best, after that he left me alone with the secretary, who upon seeing me excused herself saying she was going to bring some papers for me and whoever came to pick me up to sign. I turned to look for Pietro and he was standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. I peek over my shoulders and saw nobody. I turned to him.

"I guess this is goodbye then" I said meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess" the way he said it made me wanna cry for some reason. I looked at him through almost teary eyes.

"I meant it, what I said earlier, I will miss you, you insufferable prick" one lonely tear left my eye but I quickly cleaned it. He looked shocked, as if he had never seen a girl crying before.

"Well, it's settled then" he said as he clapped his hands. I looked at him questioningly.

"What's settled?"

"Since we already stablished that you can't live without me I'll just have to go with you" My tears dried themselves while I looked at him incredulously, while he smiled triumphant and arrogantly. I've never wanted to hit a ghost that bad.

"Wha-"

At that moment the entrance/exit door opened and a tall man in a suit entered. I recognized him immediately. Happy Hogan. The only father figure I ever had. Even when I was locked here, he never stopped calling, never stopped visiting, he never forgot about me. When he saw me, I ran to him. I wanted to cry but my tears had indeed dried up. Damn it, Pietro.

"I missed you, kiddo"

We approached the counter where the lady was already waiting for us. Happy signed all the papers that needed to be sign and as I looked back to see Pietro, he was no longer there.

We made it to the car but before I could get in, I felt a presence behind me. Before he could say anything I looked at him and said:

"Asshole" and shut the door in his face but it didn't matter 'cause he passed through it anyways and sat next to me while smirking.

[bowieandqueen11]

Pietro Maximoff Fluff Headcanons

I see Evan Peters 👀 , but also I love Aaron as well so here we go! <3

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Let’s just say this right off the bat. You are one of the most important parts of Pietro’s life. Wanda owns half of his fractured heart, but you own the other, and the glue that pieces it all back together into one fragile, but thunderous mess that beats solely for you.

Genuinely, he couldn’t live without you, and he doesn’t know how he has before this. Maybe he never would have become involved with Hydra, never would have had to leave Sokovia, if he had just been able to bear the pain with you. 

He’s vowed to prove how much you mean to him for every single millisecond of the rest of his life.

Pietro’s had a hard life: he knows loss, he knows pain, and so he tries to keep up a hard, slightly arrogant shell over himself to stop him being hurt again. Yet whenever you need him, he will always be right by your side. If you phone up Stark Tower in the middle of the night, he’ll shoot straight out of bed and with red, blinking eyes he’ll have answered it without a wasted breath. If you need him to come over, all you’ll feel before his hands wrap around your waist and draw you backwards to flop onto the bed with him, is a slight warm blow of air and a flash of blue.

He loves to spend every free moment of time he has zooming around and taking you to stunning, secluded spots in Manhattan. Gathering up some crisps, some pretzels, whatever chocolate he can grab from Stark’s kitchens, he bites the edges in his mouth before running up behind you. 

You can always tell when he’s nearby, because you can feel a low giggle vibrate through his chest and against your back, before his arms grab your legs and pick you up, bridle style. Tucking you tight against his chest, you sigh in bliss as you feel his hand clench against your thigh.

Before you even know it, he’s set you down on the top of some bridge, or in the golden shade of some Norway Maple tree. Little glimmering droplets spray like light spring rain onto your feet from the soaring fountain in the middle of the octagonal square. Pietro lands you down on his lap, placing his head on top of your own.

When you start squirming in protest, mockingly slapping the hands that wrap around your chest and tighten their hold on you, he only makes fake murmurs back that make the both of you laugh.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon sitting back against the bark, the dewy grass beginning to stain the underside of your jeans, but neither of you could care less (although Pietro does wrap his legs around your own to try and wipe them off onto you. You scream and try to fly backwards, and end up sprawling the two of you onto your backs.)

After his parents, he just likes to be in wide, open spaces, so sitting with the love of his life and watching the sun set over the champagne horizon just fills him with so much bubbling hope and love.

You’re sitting there, looking up at the sky in wonder, but every time you glance sideways to smile at Pietro he’s still gazing fondly at you. He smirks every time he’s caught, but he doesn’t stop until you start blushing and place your hand over his eyes.

When the sun finally dips below eyeline, and the moon begins to extend her waxy fingers over the shadows filling the park, he gives out a hearty laugh when you lean back and whisper into your ear, ‘you know, you’re staring to disappear. I don’t know where the moonlight begins, and your hair ends.’

Speaking of, he makes this adorable little squeaking noise when you run your fingers through his hair. Bonus points if you scratch his scalp, he’ll burst out in goose bumps.

You can always tell when he wants attention, because you can feel the fringes of his hair tickle your forehead. All of a sudden, his lips will attack your neck from behind, peppering sloppy, warm kisses over every inch of skin he can find before you can shove him off.

He manages to hold onto you, though, until he repeatedly has told you ‘I love you so much, no matter what’, and ‘you are the greatest miracle I could have ever wished for.’

You love to run your hand over his stubble to wake him up during lazy mornings. It’s especially satisfying when it tickles his skin, and he scrunches his chin up and begins laughing against your nose.

‘Good morning, my starlight.’

‘And a very late morning to you, speedy boy.’

He retaliates by rolling over until his arms and legs are lying flat over your stomach, spread out like a starfish so you’re trapped underneath his weight.

He always likes to feel you in some way or form. He knows you’re a badass, and can hold your own no matter the situation, but after missions his heart is racing like thunder in his chest, that he can’t stop his legs from moving until he’s scooped you up in a hug and started spinning you off the ground.

He only places your feet back onto the pavement once Tony spots you and starts fake puking.

Or, during strenuous missions, he’ll stop a bad guy and run over to grab your cheek and bump your forehead against his own. It reassures him you’re alright, but even when he lets go you can still feel his breath tremble against your cheek.

The two of you worry so much about the other one, especially when they get injured. You push him onto the bathroom sink, wrapping gauze around his bloody arm, and he'll pretend to whine the whole time so you kiss him more.

Being really close with Wanda, and often sitting together watching silly comedy or romantic movies together, or going out to diner’s for milkshakes, or going out for strolls along the glow of the night’s lantern lit streets just to see Pietro get jealous and pop out in front of you from behind trees, or running over and stealing the drink out of your hand to tease you.

‘You didn't see that coming?’, becomes your thing.

You say it, in turn, when he's busy talking to Clint or Natasha on some important business, and you come bustling over to stand in front of him. Spreading your fingers over his chest, you can feel it rise sharply against your tips, as you lean up on your tippy toes to steal a kiss from his lips.

Wanda knows that he's in love, because he always gets this crinkly, soft eyed smile on his face whenever you enter a room.

He’s ALWAYS hyping you up because you are just the most amazing, stunning, special thing in the world to him.

Sometimes, late at night, when the moonshine flies through your window and wands of rising branches became dancing silhouettes in the background of your bedroom, you'll catch Pietro leaning over you to press kisses against your shoulder blades. The sheets have pooled like a silvery lake around his waist, his thumb rubbing circles over the small of your back as he hums a cracked, but heartfelt and mellow Sokovian lullaby in your ear.

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Reaction: How the Maximoff twins would react to the reader having a crush on them...

Wanda:

So the thing with Wanda is that she would be terrified to love again

I think after everything she has gone through with constantly losing those she loves around her and constantly being lied to, she would have trust issues as well as abandonment issues

If she found out you had a crush on her I think she would go about it cautiously

It's not that she didn't like you back

It's just that she needed time to heal

She couldn't lose you like the way she's lost everyone else

There also is this insecurity, this fear of hurting you

She knows what she's done in the past and she knows what she's capable of (it's not your fault baby, we still love you 😭) so she would be scared to act on anything since your safety is a top priority

So instead of really pursuing you she would try to avoid you, your feelings, and her own

However over time she would be more willing to be open again

You just have to give her time and be patient

Pietro:

I could seem him just naturally being flirtatious towards you so it isn't really a surprise that you developed a crush on him

However, if he gets ANY inkling that you have a crush on him, his flirting would go up 100%

Would be very playful with you

End goal every time you get together would be to leave you a blushing mess

Would also be very cocky and sure of himself...ESPECIALLY if he knows you like him

Would try to show off as much as possible to impress you even more

However, I do think there also is apart of him (just like Wanda) that would be a little hesitant to get into a relationship

Again, they've been through a lot so I think there would be a fear of losing you and a little seed of insecurity

However, he doesn't show the side very often and most days your met with his flirtatious, playful side

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