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Wanda and Pietro
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quicksilveryThey were supposed to be finally free. They were supposed to be fine. No spectre of their father hanging over their heads. No need to repress their love. No need to be anything except their perfect, uncompromising selves.
Pietro was supposed to be finally, finally able to love Wanda with all the fierceness of his wretched heart in their own home.
But Lorna, their father's fucktoy/mentee/imaginary daughter, was in their home. Their safest place. Their only place.
He thought he might go mad.
He was lying facedown on the couch, one hand tapping by his side - so fast that it was nothing more than a soundless blur - waiting for Wanda to come home from class, for their precious hour or so before Lorna would show up.
Pietro was supposed to be finally, finally able to love Wanda with all the fierceness of his wretched heart in their own home.
But Lorna, their father's fucktoy/mentee/imaginary daughter, was in their home. Their safest place. Their only place.
He thought he might go mad.
He was lying facedown on the couch, one hand tapping by his side - so fast that it was nothing more than a soundless blur - waiting for Wanda to come home from class, for their precious hour or so before Lorna would show up.
