Author: Mod. Grunge
Pairing: aou!Pietro x Reader
Prompt: Things you said when you thought I was asleep.
Trigger Warnings: Some
Genres: Some fluff, mild
Comments: I have confused the Maximoff twins and thus, have used this prompt on Pietro instead of on his sister, but fret not! The moment I wake up from my nap, I will do the one the anon has requested of me to and will continue on working on all the other ficlets. I am terribly sorry for my mistake and hopefully, this won’t happen in the future! Thank you!
It isn’t like you are a
light sleeper or that you have troubles getting the knocked the fuck out. It’s
just that there’s a knot in your shoulder that doesn’t disappear and is making
your life much harder than it ought to be and also, Pietro is dragging his
fingers absentmindedly across your face, often stopping on your lips and
pressing against them, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose.
The bad part? He thinks you’re
You can’t exactly blame him. Besides the occasional expression you make when he’s playing around with you,
you haven’t been given him any signs you’re not off and deep into the dreamworld.
It’s just so peaceful, being in his arms and listening to the static sounds
coming from the TV that Pietro didn’t even bother turning off when you decided
that taking a nap with your head in his lap would be a much more entertaining
and fun activity to do. He didn’t protest, not at all. It seems as if he’s
trying his hardest not to wiggle his leg or move around, even if every atom in
his body is screaming at him to do so.
You just look so peaceful,
he thinks. The way your chest goes up and down and your nostrils flare with
each breath you take is so entrancing, nothing else in the room has succeeded
in capturing his attention for the past 40 minutes or so.
You are tempted to open your
eyes, just so you could see the expression he’s making while gazing at you like
that; it makes your skin burn and you feel like you’re swallowing liquid fire,
but god, you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“Sometimes, I wake up in the
morning and am afraid to step out of my room”, he says so softly, that you
wonder if he is really talking or you have finally fallen asleep, “I am afraid
that you aren’t real and that none of this is, and God. God, I pray that it’s
There’s a pause and you realize
it’s because he has problems breathing normally. You want to put your hands on
his face and bring it down so you could make your lips meat his and devour all
those painful words he’s letting crash on the walls of your soul like waves.
“I’ve never been skilled at
making good things last. Wanda stays with me because we’re family and really,
she doesn’t got any other option other than standing me. But you,” he gulps,
Pietro’s fingers now in your hair, “you’re not tied to me in any way. It’s
You wish you could have the
guts to wake up and wrap your arms around his being, push him so far into you
nobody would be able to tell the two of you apart, but the moment feels private
and you don’t think you have the right to interrupt, to make your presence known.
Not when he’s this vulnerable, not when he’s this bare.
So you wait and wait and
wait, until he’s ready to show this side of his to you willingly.