magda maximoff

people are jerks, but not you (pietro maximoff)

Originally posted by imaginecabin

((exciting!! first non-request!! i hope you like it lots and feel free to send requests!!)

(note: I hc the Maximoffs as Eastern-European Jews who moved to the US (which is true in the comics but never addressed in the films)).

(warnings for non-descriptive mentions of blood, bullying, xenophobia, food)

Pietro Django Maximoff has never been popular. 

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“I thought I’d die alone.”

“How often do I have to tell you, old friend? You are never alone!”

[X-Men headcanon] When Erik dies, Magda, Anya, and Charles are waiting for him. 

They all look like in Erik’s happiest memories: Magda healthy and with long hair again, years after their escape from Auschwitz. Anya as the cheerful and laughing daughter he had with Magda, before she died in their burning house. Charles in his favourite cardigan, as in the night he convinced Erik to stay and build a future together.

Okay, I ultimately decided to upload the version with the warm colours. Here is the monochromatic one: 

“All in a Day’s Work” Peter Maximoff x Reader (Request)

Request: “Bisha’s requesting! XD Basically reader is a healer and Pete’s BFF but for some reason they fight and stop talking to each other for some days, but Peter has to leave to a long mission and she gets all sad, until Wanda calls her telling her her that Magda fell down the swhentairs and broke her leg and begs for her help even though she knows reader isn’t talking to Pete, and she goes of, then Peter comes back and find out and tells her he doesn’t want to fight anymore cause he loves her? Pls? X3″ ~@Bishamonthegodessofsexiness

Warnings: Fighting, Swear Words

Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)

A/N: Hey! Guess who’s back! I really liked this request so I hope you enjoy my spin on it! Thanks for reading, love!


Y/N couldn’t decide weather or not to answer the phone. Peter hadn’t spoken to her in weeks. Why should she answer his call? Why should she pay him any attention at all, when he suddenly couldn’t do the same for her. But, on the other hand, wouldn’t ignoring the call make her just as bad as him? He was on a mission. What if something went wrong? Regardless, the phone was on its fourth ring, so she needed to decide quickly. Reluctantly, she grabbed the receiver from her night stand.

“What do you want, Peter?”


The last thing she expected was the small voice that greeted her. She should have known. It was the number for the house phone.


“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Peter said not to talk to you, but I didn’t know who else to call.”

Y/N felt her heart sink. Wanda was like a little sister to her. Why on earth would Peter tell her not to call?

“What’s wrong, Wanda? Can you hear me?”

Her voice was quiet and muffled over the line.
“My mom was in a hurry to get to work and she was going down the stairs and she slipped on the landing. She can’t put weight on her leg. I don’t even think she can stand up.”

Y/N bolted up from her bed and started fumbling to get her shoes on as quickly as possible. She grabbed the car keys from her dresser.

“Wanda, call 9-1-1. I’ll be at your house in five minutes, ok? Don’t let Magda move or try and get up.”

“Ok”, Wanda agreed obediently and the line went silent.

Y/N ran to her car, starting the engine and speeding all the way to the Maximoff house. Wanda opened the front door for her when she arrived and ran inside behind her.
Magda laid at the bottom of the stairs, taking deep breaths in and out. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain. Y/N grabbed a pillow from the couch and propped her head up on it.

“Thank you, dear.”  She smiled gratefully at her.

“Of course.”

“There’ll be an ambulance here soon mom.” Wanda pushed the hair out of her mom’s face sweetly. Magda took her daughter’s hand and gently rubbed her thumb over it. Y/N exhaled and ran a hand though her hair.

“Hey, Wanda. Will you do me a favor? Go call your brother for me. You know his number, right?”

“Yeah…he’s on a mission. That’s why I called you.”

“I know, but he’ll at least want to know what happened . Just give it a try. If he doesn’t pick up, leave a voicemail.”

Wanda ran off to the house phone. Magda propped herself up on one elbow. Y/N steadied her carefully.
“Thank you, Y/N.” She smiled warmly, “I know you and Peter aren’t really speaking at the moment.”

Why? Y/N thought to herself, but she convinced herself no to ask.

Surprisingly enough, Peter picked up the phone. Before Wanda had even finished explaining the incident, Peter had started running home.

The ambulance showed up shortly after Wanda called, as did Peter. He ran Wanda and Y/N to the hospital, still awkwardly avoiding conversation with Y/N. The silence was thick and heavy as they sat next to each other in the waiting room, watching Wanda play with some toys that the hospital had provided.

“Thanks.” Peter whispered. Y/N nodded slowly. There was another pause.

“Wanda and Magda said that you told them not to talk to me.” His face went white. Y/N tried to cover the hurt that dripped from the words. She’d always figured that Peter didn’t like her the way she liked him, but it was painful to think he wanted his whole family to avoid her. It was even more painful to think that he didn’t even want to talk to her, or be her friend.

“I..uh- Y/N I was just trying to…Jesus Christ-“

“Peter I understand if you don’t want to be my friend but you could’ve at least said something instead of just ignoring me-“

“It’s not…like that.” Peter buried his head in his hands and leaned his head back against the wall. Y/N could feel tears forming in the inner corners of her eyes. Peter rubbed his temple lightly with his thumb.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Y/N.”

Y/N glanced over at him, her eyes red and puffy. She stood and began to gather her things in her bag. She couldn’t believe he was being to cruel.

“Do what?” She spat back at him, trying to raise any defense she had left.

“I don’t think I can be around you anymore. I want to be your friend. More than anything, but I don’t think I can do it if that’s all it’s ever going to be because it’s killing me. It’s like I’m torturing myself.”

Y/N would’ve turned around and left, but she was snagged on just a few of those words.

“If that’s all it’s ever going to be?”


“You said we can’t be friends if that’s all it’s ever going to be.”

Peter exhaled slowly, trying unsuccessfully to meet her eyes.

“Do you know how hard it is to love someone and see them everyday and make them smile and fall asleep with them and watch them be happy in ways that you can’t be? Do you know how much it hurt to have to cut myself off from that?”

Y/N had a million thoughts running through her head. She couldn’t focus on a single one.

“I left because I love you. And my stupid, goddamn feelings went and messed everything up and now, I can’t be around you without getting this damn hollow feeling in my chest and-“

His voice broke and all hope seemed to drain out of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought it would make things easier if we didn’t talk about it. It was selfish. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.

There was a long silence. To Peter, it felt as if it would last forever.

“You love me?”

Peter looked up at her, pain in his expression. Y/N held his face in her hand. Still staring into those warm eyes, she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. Peter swallowed and leaned forward, bringing his lips to hers. He felt like he was drowning in her. Y/N pulled him closer, trying to kiss away every last bit of remaining self doubt. The hollow in his chest dissolved as Peter’s hands went to her waist, right as Wanda cleared her throat passive aggressively. Peter pulled away, slowly. His lips lingered on hers and Y/N’s nose brushed his lightly. She glanced over at Wanda, who was giving a look of mock disapproval. Peter’s ears went bright red and Wanda couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Peter nuzzled his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck. Y/N rested her head on his and pressed a kiss to his hair. They were just beginning to nod off when a nurse turned the corner into the waiting room.

“Magda Maximoff?”

Y/N’s head shot up.


Peter lifted his head from her shoulder sleepily.

The nurse smiled to herself, “We looked over everything with a fine tooth comb. She does have a small break in her ankle, and she pulled a few muscles, but other than that she’ll be ok.

The nurse handed Peter some paperwork and his eyes widened a little.

“She’ll be out in about thirty minutes, Ok?”

He nodded and hummed in response. His voice was still gravelly from sleep.

Thirty minutes later, Peter was driving an exhausted Maximoff family home in their old blue car.

Wanda looked at Peter in the rearview mirror.

“Y/N is a superhero, too, now.”

Y/N frowned.

“What? Why?”

“You saved my mom.”

Peter laughed and look back at her, “Yeah, Y/N.”

Y/N smirked and gave a short yawn.

“All in a day’s work.”

Advent 2015: Day 19