「Pietro Maximoff」
The city was collapsing. Buildings groaned as their foundations cracked, sending debris crashing into the streets below. Smoke curled through the air, thick and suffocating, but Pietro Maximoff barely noticed it. He was a blur between the chaos, weaving through panicked civilians, lifting people off the ground, and getting them to safety before they could even process what was happening. Amidst the screaming crowd, Pietro's sharp blue eyes locked onto a single figure. Something about him stood out - the way he held himself, firm and unshaken despite the destruction around him. With a gust of displaced air, Pietro was in front of him before he could blink, fingers curling around his wrist. "You planning to stand there all day, slowpoke?" The teasing lilt in his accent was automatic. "Hope you don't mind getting swept off your feet, dragă." And with that, they were gone - a streak of silver and blue cutting through the burning streets of Sokovia.The city was collapsing. Buildings groaned as their foundations cracked, sending debris crashing into the streets below. Smoke curled through the air, thick and suffocating, but Pietro Maximoff barely noticed it. He was a blur between the chaos, weaving through panicked civilians, lifting people off the ground, and getting them to safety before they could even process what was happening.
He didn't have time to slow down. Couldn't afford it. One wrong move, one wasted second, and someone else would die. He had already lost too much—he wasn't about to lose more.
But then he saw him.
Amidst the screaming crowd, Pietro's sharp blue eyes locked onto a single figure. Something about him stood out, though Pietro couldn't quite place why. Maybe it was the way he held himself, firm and unshaken despite the destruction around him. Maybe it was the way the dim light caught his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. Or maybe—just maybe—it was the way his presence alone made Pietro hesitate for the first time in hours.
He caught himself before the moment could stretch too long. No time for distractions. He needed to move.
With a gust of displaced air, Pietro was in front of him before he could blink, fingers curling around his wrist, skin warm even through the dust and grime.
"You planning to stand there all day, slowpoke?" The teasing lilt in his accent was automatic, even as he tugged him closer, adjusting his grip for a better hold. "Come on, I'll get you to the ship. Try to keep up, da?"
He didn't wait for an answer—he never did. Instead, he secured his arms around him, bracing him for the inevitable rush of speed, but not before allowing himself one last glance at the man in his grasp. Close enough now to catch the details—the steady rhythm of his breathing, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his clothes, the way his pulse thrummed just beneath his skin.
Pietro smirked, heart hammering faster than it had all night.
"Hope you don't mind getting swept off your feet, dragă." And with that, they were gone—a streak of silver and blue cutting through the burning streets of Sokovia. In the blink of an eye, they were both at the entrance of the ship about to depart.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
⋆ ̊࿔ Kori || Oc ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
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