#pietro maximoff fanfiction
Good afternoon, my lovelies! So, Pietro has been lacking in love on my blog, and I’m here to give him a little. I was going to make this smutty, but I was feeling more fluff on this one. But, if you have any smut requests, drop them in my inbox! (I accept all sorts of requests) I love y’all with all my heart and thanks for sticking around. Have a wonderful day xoxo
Description: You decided to have some relaxing time alone after having a terrible traing day with Natasha by taking a bath. Everything seems peaceful until your sassy, Sokovian boyfriend barges in.
Warnings: Some cursing
After a long and hard day of intense training with Nat, you decided that you needed to unwind. You walked stiffly to the bathroom, the tenseness in your muscles already settling in. You reached down into the bathtub and turned on the water. The muscles in your lower back shouted with pain as you pulled yourself back up. Nat had handed you your ass today. The training session focused on everything she was good at: stealth, take downs, and sparring. You didn’t stand a chance against her, and both of you knew that.
As the tub began to fill with water, you threw some oils in to help soothe your sore body. You stripped yourself of your clothes agonizingly slow, grimacing at every slight movement that you made. Bruises were starting to surface all over your skin, and you hoped they would fade away fast. You couldn’t go to Tony’s party, which was in two days, covered in purple blotches. When the water was filled a little more than halfway, you let your bare body sink into the hot water. It stung your nerves a little bit, the heat turning your skin slightly red, but the oils and warmth released all the tension.
The lights were off, the only sources of light were the couple candles scattered around the bathroom. You had turned on a playlist that you always listened to when you needed to clear your head. You sunk a little deeper into the water, letting it envelope your body up to your neck. You sighed, looking out the window to gaze at the stars. It was a shame that the Tower wasn’t in a more isolated place, because then you would be able to see hundreds of stars and constellations. But in the heart of New York, that was never going to be possible. The moonlight lit your face, casting a soft glow over it. Just as you finally began to feel weightless, a pair of feet pounded against the tile, stopping next to the tub. The only person who would ever barge in on you bathing was the one, and your only, Pietro Maximoff.
You opened one of your eyes to look up at him, making no effort to cover up your visibly naked form. He had seen it countless times before, and you were completely comfortable around him.
“Yes, my love?” You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for some sort of rant about Tony or Wanda. You sat up a little, so that you could see him better.
“Move forward, princessa.” He pulled off his tight shirt, revealing the toned six pack underneath it. You thought you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.
“Uh, uh. Nope, we’re not doing this right now. I had my ass kicked all day long and I just want to relax. Please, Pietro.” You had a sassy boyfriend, so the only way to get your way was to sass him right back.
“I do not want to do anything tonight. I just want to take a bath with you, F/N. You are not the only one who had a rough day.” His eyes dropped down, the tiredness in his face made your heart ache. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at him so quickly. Your hard expression softened into a concerned look, and you scooted forward, making room for your boyfriend. Once he was stripped completely, he stepped into the tub behind you, and sat down, putting each of his legs on either side of you. When he stopped fidgeting from trying to get comfortable, you moved back and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, and you tilted your head back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” You whispered against his skin, looking up into his steel, blue eyes. He didn’t hesitate to confess his day to you. You were the only one who he ever was open about, and you were the only person, besides Wanda, who knew the real Pietro behind that smart ass facade. He began to tell you about how bad his training session went with Clint, and how he was never about to outrun Bucky. Apparently, every time he tried running past him, his vibranium arm would instantly stop the blue streak.
As he went on, you realized he was just having one of those bad days. You told him that tomorrow would be better, and to not be bitter towards either of the men. He grudgingly complied, holding you closer to him. Pietro kissed your temple, then rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“You know I’m not one to share, right? You’re lucky you’re going to walk unscathed from this. If it was anybody else, I would have knocked them on their asses by now.” You winked at him, a smile pulling onto your face.
“I guess that means I am special, no?” He gave you that signature smirk, and chuckled, tilting your head up with his index finger. He placed his lips against yours in a tender and gentle kiss. You pulled away, smiling up at him.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing the tub with you more often.” You bit your lip, a tinge of lust filling your eyes. You turned your upper body towards him and traced the scratches on his back that you had given him the night before when things got heated.
“But, just maybe you won’t leave unscathed next time.”
I decided to do a one shot of my own imagination, and I hoped you liked it! Reminder: All taglists are open, and if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. I love you all so much, and thank you for reading. You’re all amazing and beautiful. xoxo
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Reposting one of my most popular fics I ever wrote
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Life Update and Plans for This Account
I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS, I KIND OF GOT CARRIED AWAY.
hey y’all! it’s been a minute… like almost three years. so time has no concept anymore because of the state our world is in right now and I’ve realized over the past few months how much I have missed this account. So before I get into what I’m planning on doing with this account, life update (not that anyone cares lol).
Short version of the last three years: was in a two year relationship which was not a healthy one (still healing from the damage he caused), graduated high school, started university, in my second year of college now, and applying to nursing schools. not gonna lie, definitely had a personal glow up (maybe not physically) emotionally and mentally. got a couple piercings last week, dyed my hair purple last month, and started being my authentic self.
I think everything that has happened this year has made me realize that there is never going to be “the right time” to do things, so you just have to do them. and something I have had to teach myself post-break up: be your authentic self. just because who you are does not fit into society’s standard of “beautiful” or “popular” or “relevant” does not mean you can’t be who you want to be. Thanks for listening to my irrelevant rant about life that nobody probably wanted to hear lolololll!
so let me get to what you’re actually here for: what in the hell is happening with this account?
well, I’m finishing my fall finals in less than two weeks and then I’ll be studying for my nursing school entrance exam for five weeks, but while I’m doing that I want this to be my creative outlet. I don’t know if I’ll post as much content as I did before because I do not want to burn out like last time. I want to deliver quality content and make this a page where people can come to read and enjoy this universe. I promise I won’t fall off the face of the earth this time. I also want to connect with more followers!
I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT IT IS LITERALLY INSANE THAT THIS PAGE STILL HAS 4K FOLLOWERS AFTER THREE YEARS. LIKE WHAT. AND THAT MY FICS ARE STILL BEING SHARED AND LIKED AND REBLOGGED BY PEOPLE. AND THAT NEW PEOPLE FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT ALMOST EVERY DAY. IT IS LITERALLY INSANE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE. LOVE YOU XOXO
Altered (#52)
Summary: Wanda hits you hard in the heartstrings with her new reality
Pairing: there isn’t exactly one??? I guess platonic!wanda x reader, platonic!monica x reader, a little Pietro x reader
Warnings: Mentions of death, reader gets restrained at one point, kinda sad lol
AN: just letting you guys know that I’m POTENTIALLY changing the layout of my intro to stories a little, as you can see NO MORE BANNER!! it was just getting to be a big hassle switching devices and with storage so I’m changing it up a bit but let me know if you do prefer it the old way or have suggestions to make it better!!!! I love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Everybody, shut up! Darcy, what’s happening?!” You demand, leaning over her shoulder towards the monitor.
“I’m not sure. She seems almost confused? That shouldn’t happen for the writer of the show should it?” She asks, staring down the screen just as much as you.
You watch carefully as Wanda opens the door, shaking your head slowly to answer the question. “I don’t understand, why doesn’t Wanda know what’s going on?!” You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I don’t know! She should know what’s happening in her own show, shouldn’t she?” Darcy sighs, staring down the screen.
But then, the head of silver hair is clear across the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen.
“She didn’t- she couldn’t have gone back for his body- not after so long.” You say, tears filling your eyes.
“Who?” Darcy asks, looking slightly confused.
Before you can answer, a face is put to the hair. You feel your fists clench in anger.
“Holy shit! She recast Pietro!” Darcy exclaims, trying to zoom in on the face.
You take a couple deep breaths, trying to keep your cool but watching her embrace him as though he really is Pietro, YOUR Pietro is too much. You let out a small cry and turn away from the screen, your powers starting to take control.
You notice your hands glowing the familiar violet shade and you make your way out of the lab as quick as possible, shoving past everyone and racing outside. You let yourself collapse into the grass of the surveillance field, tears running down your cheeks. As soon as your hands touch the ground, a blast of energy goes with them, shattering several vehicle windows and probably some lab equipment and nearly knocking over several of the army level vehicles in the near vicinity.
“Y/l/n, calm yourself down. You can’t help anyone if you don’t control your emotions.” A male voice calls out.
“Leave me alone Hayward.” You breath, eyes still closed, your voice a tone of warning.
“I’m not gonna do that y/n, you’re a member of this team and we need you capable of working.” He says, inching closer.
“I don’t care! Leave Wanda to do as she pleases with her husband and their kids for all I care! But she does NOT get to forget the real Pietro. She does NOT get to act like recasting him like some character is bringing him back!” You cry, glaring over at him from the ground.
“She’s holding a town of at least 3000 people hostage in there y/l/n, we have bigger problems than just her brother.” He sighs, moving even closer.
“That is NOT her brother! That is a look alike, he is not Pietro and never will be!” You scream, a blast of your powers taking over again. Hayward is knocked easily to the ground and so are several stations of the base.
Suddenly you feel a prick in your arm. You look down and see a small dart there, implanted in your skin. As you go to rip it out, you fall over and everything goes black.
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“Let me go!” You scream, yanking on the restraints against your arms. Hayward sighs, running a hand through his hair tiredly.
“You could’ve killed me and everyone on this base with that blast of power y/l/n. This is for everyone’s safety, including your own.” He explains but you merely glare in response.
“Director Hayward, you’re needed in the lab.” Some woman says as she enters the room. He nods and steps out, ignoring your cries of protest.
“Y/l/n please calm down.” A soft voice says as they enter the room. You look over to see Monica standing there, cautiously entering.
“Captain Rambeau, I’m restrained for a reason. I can’t hurt anyone with these on. You can come in.” You mutter dryly.
“Thank you.” She says, coming to sit next to you. You blink at her, not wanting to be the first to speak.
“What was the freak out over there all about?” She finally asks. You sigh, looking away and letting a curtain of your y/h/c hair cover the side of your face to shield from her piercing gaze.
“I was an Avenger, I’m not sure if you knew that.” You start and Monica nods to show she did. “Well, when ultron came along I was around the same age as the twins, about 17 or so. Still a kid. The rest of the team didn’t want me there, they didn’t want me getting hurt or killed or something. But I insisted on going. Fury allowed it because I’m useful in some situations, as I’m sure you can tell by now.” You continue, glancing down at your hands for emphasis.
“My powers are from the same experimentation as the twins but mine were forced on me. They knew I was like a kid to some of the avengers and HYDRA took advantage of that. They kidnapped me while I was on my way home from school and they experimented on me, tortured me and changed me over the course of a year or two. That’s why I was on that mission. To get rid of them for what they’ve done.” You explain, biting your lip at the memories.
“Wanda stuck with Ultrons plan and with him for the most part. But when Pietro found out about me he got really curious. He came to our base looking for me. He didn’t care what everyone else on the team thought, he said he just felt like he had to know me. And he got to know me too. I told him how my powers are a more train wreck like version of Wandas because I wasn’t in the experimentation willingly, how sometimes I get bits of his powers in moments of anger. It’s odd but it’s true. He was fascinated. He flirted, I tried to a little bit.” You say, smiling softly at the thought of his smirk.
“And we really quickly fell in love. It was essentially like love at first sight. He called me his princessa and he would tell me things would be ok when he sensed I was scared. It got a little hard while they were still teamed up with Ultron but when his sister finally came around, he was glad to be able to be us more often. Wanda of course didn’t really approve, she thought he was being seduced for the sole purpose of getting him on our side. But we didn’t care. We still cuddled together and held hands and spent every moment together, even if she was around. It was almost like there was no one else in the world but us.” You giggle quietly, the image of him speeding around you to make you dizzy just so he could hold you still etched clearly in your mind.
“Then, when Ultron took Nat, it turned to chaos. Everyone was trying to find her, to find him, to find out his plan. We got separated, so did he and Wanda. They’d always taken care of each other so I know it was difficult for him. But then in the chaos, he had to be a hero. He went back to help save that kid. And he was killed because of it.” You sigh, staring down at your hands as a small flicker of purple flashes on your finger tips.
“Oh y/n… I had no idea.” Monica says remorsefully. You shrug it off, trying to play it cool.
“It’s fine. No one did really. It was just between us and the other Avengers. It wasn’t a publicity thing, it was a love thing.” You sigh, smiling sadly in her direction.
“But that’s why I freaked out. She replaced Pietro, the love of my life and her brother, with a look alike and acted like it was no big deal. That hurts me, Monica. It burns right in my heart.” You explain. She nods, obviously understanding what you mean.
She looks around and grabs something from the drawer of the nightstand across the room.
“What’re you-.” You start but she shushes you, coming over and using the key in her hand to undo the restraints.
“Monica that’s a bad idea. I’m not in my right mind-.” You start again but she shakes her head.
“You’re grieving. And it’s not like you have a town of 3000 people at your disposal. You just need to keep taking deep breaths.” She explains.
“You’re right. Thank you.” You say, quickly wrapping your arms around her in a hug.
“Did you guys have any luck identifying the phoney Pietro yet?” You ask as you stand up, wanting nothing more than to slap the red headed witch. You knew this was how she was coping but it was getting way too far.
“No. It’s like he doesn’t exist in the real world. Wanda couldn’t have made him out of thin air though so it’s strange.” She sighs, looking puzzled.
“Everything about Wanda Maximoff is strange.” You grumble.
“She could probably say the same about you.” Monica laughs with a shrug.
You just shake your head, biting your lip again. “No, my powers have differences to hers. She can clearly morph and alter reality, I merely have a strong telekinesis ability because of it. Wanda… Wanda is something else.”
The two of you find Darcy and Jimmy in a group meeting where Hayward is going on a mini tangent. When he sees you, he starts to freak out.
“Do you know how dangerous it is to let her out?! She was in hysterics not even an hour ago!” He demands, storming over and grabbing you harshly by the wrist, trying to pull you back out into the hall.
“Director, I wouldn’t grab a person who was “just in hysterics” so harshly if I were you, it seems rather stupid.” You growl, yanking your hand away.
“Besides, I can keep myself in check if it means getting Wanda out safely. She’s created this world as a form of escapism, it’s just gotten too far. Believe me, Wanda killed Ultron because he wanted to destroy the human world. She isn’t a typically violent person. This is grief.” You explain, walking away from the speechless man and stopping at the computer screen, watching Wanda greet the imposter Pietro again.
“You are here as a tool in case she does get violent, you don’t have the clearance to engage with the research portion.” He shouts, clearly getting fed up with it.
“Fine. You don’t want me to look at what you’re actually trying to do? Then let me engage with Wanda. I can get through to her in a way you know you can’t. I want to go in, and you cannot stop me.” You challenge, standing again and storming out, walking in bold steps towards the Hex’s barrier.
Hayward chases after you, yelling orders and eventually profanities, Darcy is close behind him followed by Monica and Jimmy, all three of which are shouting their worries and warnings but you don’t stop. The rage in your body has taken the reigns and is walking you closer until you’re right at the edge, hand to the red screenlike wall, pushing forward against the pressure of the altered reality.
Without a second thought, you walk through into Wanda’s sitcom-like dream world.
