My second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
The soft glow of the setting sun drenched the horizon in hues of gold and lavender. Pietro Maximoff stood on the edge of a rocky outcropping, his silver hair catching the last rays of the day as he stared out over the remains of Sokovia. Beside him, Y/N rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers laced tightly with his.
The battle had been brutal, but they had made it. Together.
It felt like a lifetime ago when they had first met, bound by shared pain and a thirst for vengeance. Both had agreed to work with Ultron, believing his promises of justice against a world that had wronged them. But the longer they served the AI's whims, the more cracks they saw in his vision. It was Y/N who had first voiced her doubts. "Pietro," she had whispered one night as they huddled together in the cold of an abandoned warehouse. "I don't think this is what justice looks like."
He had seen it too—the destruction, the death, the unbridled madness in Ultron's plans. Together, they had made the choice to leave, risking everything to side with the Avengers. Fighting alongside Earth's mightiest heroes had been a whirlwind, but in those harrowing hours, they had found something else—a future.
Now, as the last embers of Sokovia's destruction faded into memory, Pietro turned to Y/N, his blue eyes soft yet unwavering. "We did it, dragă mea."
She smiled, leaning into him. "We did. And now we can go. Just like we promised."
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The French countryside welcomed them with open arms. Rolling green fields stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with wildflowers that danced in the breeze. The air was crisp and fragrant, carrying the scent of lavender and fresh earth. It was a world away from the chaos they had known, and as they stepped off the train in a sleepy village, Y/N felt her chest swell with a mixture of excitement and relief.
Their plan was simple: find a piece of land, build a life together, and let the rest of the world carry on without them.
The first weeks were spent wandering the countryside, searching for the perfect spot. It was Y/N who found it—a gently sloping meadow bordered by a grove of oak trees, with a brook winding lazily through the grass. Pietro stood beside her, his hand on her waist as they surveyed the land.
"This is it," he said, his voice filled with certainty.
She turned to him, her face alight with joy. "This is where we start."
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The wedding was small, just as they had imagined. Beneath the open sky, with wildflowers scattered at their feet and the distant hum of bees filling the air, Pietro and Y/N exchanged vows. Y/N wore a simple white dress that fluttered in the breeze, and Pietro couldn't take his eyes off her, his usual playful smirk replaced by something far deeper.
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