Oc Stories

Fool {Normal AU}

This is writing for my friend bc he likes Pietro and Dean being together. This isn't like. Canon so 😔👊 sorry fam but I enjoy writing even tho I have no inspo it took me weeks to actually finish writing this. But yh trigger warning! Mention of abuse as Dean kind of talks about it and so does pietro. And there's also death at the end that is so sad Thomas play despacito.
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Pietro grunted as he swung his sword, hitting the training dummy square in the chest, stepping back and panting for breath.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before scowling down at it with his deep pinky-brown eyes. His tanned skin covered in freckles. His shoulder length blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail, his hair pulled back out of his face.
He wasn't wearing a shirt but he wore baggy silk soft pants, bandages around his shoulder and chest.
He puts his sword down, sitting down and whipping out a small water flask, taking a sip.
"Um- Pietro?" a voice is heard.
Pietro stops drinking. Opening his eyes and lowering the flask, looking up at the brunet who was blinking his big old blue eyes.
Pietro groans, pulling himself up to his feet, resting his hands on his hips, "What the fuck do you want?" he spits.
"Jesus christ, dude I was just wondering if you wanted to go drinking later? God damn" The man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leans forward "What's gotten on your nerves?"
"First of all. No. Second of all. You, Dean."
Dean gasps, holding his chest as if he was offended, puffing his bottom lip out "Gosh! How rude of you!" he chuckles "Nah I'm not offended. But seriously, do you wanna go out for a few drinks later? Me, the newbie and Pattie are going out so...?"
Pietro glares at him "You know I don't like any of you, right? You're such a fucking fool."
"Fool?! GAH! My heart... Yeah well I can tell you're struggling" he smirks as he snatches the flask, sniffing it "Vodka! Like your style."
Pietro freezes, before eventually nodding "Look just... I want my mama that's all. I don't... Need anyone else."
"Pie- can I call you Pie? I'm gonna call you Pie."
Pietro scowls.
"Look, Pie. I know how you feel. I mean, C'mon dude. My dad was fucking abusive. Yours doesn't accept you, right?" Dean questions.
Pietro looks away, leaning slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"I'm taking that as a yes. I understand how you feel. Probably more than others. I'm here for you! Hell. Even my sister could become your friend!" he chuckles, walking over and resting his hand on his shoulder, smiling sweetly at him.
Dean was always kind to everyone. Even. If they didn't exactly get on.
"I just... I miss my mama... I don't know where she is and... And it was all my fucking dads fault she's missing. He paid someone to take her" he shivers.
Dean frowns sadly, quiet for a while before pulling Pietro into a hug "Look kiddo, I know how you feel. I mean. My dads a fucking monster too. And... My mom struggles with her mental health because of him. She's disappeared because of him once too. But hey! You'll find her. I promise! Now C'mon, you wanna go for some drinks? You can have orange juice though!" Dean winks before taking a glug from the flask. Choking and coughing.
"God I hate alcohol" he snorts.
Pietro furrows his eyebrows together "Why are you going drinking then?"
"By drinking. I mean go to the bar and make fun of drunk people! Besides, it's nice to get to know people. Right? I mean, a few other guards are going... But it's gonna be me, Pattie and newbie! And...."
Pietro sighs "Me."
"WOO HOO!" Dean punches the air "I WON'T LET YOU REGRET IT!"
Pietro rolls his eyes as he grabs his shirt and sword "Too late."
"Look. You'll have fun! We can be mates!"
"Yeah uh... No. This is the only day I'll be nice."
"Can't regret it yet~" Dean winks, blowing him a kiss.
Pietro blinks.
And with that, Dean has ran off, waving to his sister who was waiting for him.
Pietro tilts his head slightly, confused. Before shrugging it off and going inside the guard tower.
He has no idea that Dean has a crush on him. None at all.
"He's such a fucking fool."
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"Catch!"
Pietro jumps up and catches a bottle, stumbling slightly but manages to keep hold of it.
"It's a letter! Inside the bottle!" Dean jumps onto the desk, smiling sweetly "Some guy asked me to give it to you."
Pietro looks up at him, raising an eyebrow "Who?"
Dean stares blankly at him "Dude. I said SOME GUY. I don't know!"
"Just asking" Pietro mumbles, grabbing the bottle and smashing it on the edge of the table.
Dean quickly covers his face, before peeking at it, uncovering it and quickly brushing away the glass "What's it say?" he leans forward curiously.
Pietro shrugs, slipping on his reading glasses.
{}
'Pietro.
I know exactly where you are.
I also know that you have been getting on alot with a man.
Pietro Rhys García, come home before the end of the month.
Your princess is waiting, you must get married or we will get your mother back home.
After all, that is my job. I am your father.
I know your weaknesses and your strengths.
I know what you love, what you hate.
I know who you care about, I know who you do not.
Come home and keep your mother safe. Or stay there, have your mother killed.
Does not matter to me.
- Your father'
{}
It was written in Spanish.
Pietro didn't exactly know what to tell his friend, he glances up at him "Uh... It was just a letter from an old friend, checking up on me. That's all."
"Uh huh... Sure. If only I could read Spanish." Dean mutters.
Pietro smiles "Maybe one day I can teach you"
"I think that'd be nice" Dean smirks "Teach me how to curse!"
"Gah... You're such a fool."
Dean blinks, his cheeks flushing pink.
Both the boys quickly look away, Dean messes up Pie's blonde hair, a small smirk on his face.
He winks.
"See ya later, Pie" he chuckles, jumping off the desk. And walking out.
Pietro watches him leave, frowning slightly, turning his attention back to the letter, rubbing the paper slightly with his thumb, wincing as he gets a paper cut. He sticks the edge of his thumb in his mouth, wincing.
He chucks the letter down, rubbing his face as he thinks.
If he doesn't go back, his mama would be killed.
If he goes back, his freedom is taken and he could be killed. His mama could also be killed. He lets out a deep shaky breath, leaning back in his chair, resting his hands on his knees as he closes his eyes, thinking.
He crosses his legs and then his arms, biting his lip as he opens his eyes, brushing his hair out of his face with his fingers, letting out a low groan.
"This is so fucking stupid... I should... Probably hide this." he whispers in Spanish as he folds it up, putting it in his boot.
He stands up, brushing his guard uniform down, looking at all the paperwork on his desk, rolling his bored eyes "Tch, well if I have to go. Atleast I won't have to do this..."
He thinks back to when he first tried to run away. His dad burnt him. That's why he has burn scars on his shoulders and upper back, he was scalded. That wasn't important to him anymore. He never told anyone exactly what happened to him. Didn't feel the need to. It was his and his dads relationship. No one else's business.
He groans, rubbing his face.
Atleast he has a month. He has a month of freedom left. That's good enough for him. He can spend more time with Dean. More time with his mama. He'll say that he wants to go back and that nothing can stop him!
They won't get hurt.
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It'd been a few months of them being very close friends. Dean saved Pietro from the clutches of his evil father. And Pietro thanked him a he'll of alot. But recently Pietro had been struggling with night terrors so. They've been spending ALOT more time together.
Pietro laid on his bed in his friends room, Dean had just come back from working so they decided to spend some time together, after all, Dean wanted to get to know him more! And so did pietro.
He only had a few days left of freedom.
"Hey, Pie?" Dean was drying his hair with a towel, in his silk pants, but no shirt.
He rarely went without a shirt. He only did it around his family and... Now Pie.
"Hm?" Pietro mumbled as he stared at Dean's back, sitting up in the bed, making his way over.
"I was wondering, do you wanna-" he pauses.
Pietro was touching his back, tracing the red scars "Did... He do this to you?" the blonde spoke up, looking at Dean.
He stared at his friend, before a sad smile came over his face "Ah... Yeah. Sorry. Completely forgot about th-"
"Don't apologise."
"They're ugly" he chuckles "I mean look at me. I'm completely covered in them. It's... Not just you who is struggling."
Both the boys stay quiet a while. Pietro continuing to trace the scars, Dean looking in the mirror.
"I... Still think you look great, Dean" the blonde wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, pulling him close into a hug.
Dean's eyes widen, his mouth opening as if he was shocked, his cheeks going a pink colour. But sadness returns to his face. He spins around, letting Pietro hug him.
"Do... You really want to leave?"
"No."
"That's what I thought" Dean muttered, leaning in, delivering a soft kiss to the shorter man, holding the kiss for a while.
They only pull away to breathe as the kiss gradually more passionate. Dean picks him up, walking over to the bed and laying him down, rolling over next to him, smiling up at him.
Pietro stares at him in return, before his cheeks go red "What?" he laughs slightly.
"You're just beautiful, that's all" he smirks.
Pietro rolls his eyes before taking his own shirt off, moving closer and pulling him into another kiss "Fool" he breathes out.
"I love you" Dean whispers "I have since I met you."
"Huh? So why didn't we get along, Hm?"
Dean shrugs "Guess I dunno how to deal with crushes"
"Just shut up and kiss me" Pietro rolls his eyes, pulling Dean closer, kissing him passionately. The pair laughing as they kiss.
Dean gently rests his hands on the mans stomach, grinning up at him "You know. I've always wondered what it'd be like to-"
"DON'T. EVEN FINISH!" Pietro snorts, whacking him over the head gently.
Dean pouts, shoving his face in Pietro's stomach "Rude!" he mumbles.
To Dean, Pietro was the angel he needed.
Dean snaps his head up again, blushing "Sooo... Does that mean you're my boyfriend now?"
"Mm... You may have to convince me" Pietro shrugs, smirking slightly.
Dean grins "That I can do" he pulls himself up, sitting on his stomach and kissing Pietro passionately, laughing in between each kiss and he mumbles jokes.
To Pietro, Dean was the love of his life.
They'd do anything for each other.
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Pietro didn't expect it to come so soon.
The day he'd have to say goodbye.
Goodbye to the man he loved.
Pietro held Dean's hand tightly, holding it to his face as his lips quiver, tears falling down his face.
He was too late.
He was always too damn late.
His boyfriend had three stab wounds to the chest, his body cold and blood leaking out of the corners of his mouth. His hair a mess.
His father had killed him.
Pietro shakily delivers a kiss to his forehead, hugging him tightly to his chest, kissing his face over and over again, sobbing "Mi amor" he whispers "I'm so sorry-" his voice breaks as he pulls Dean's limp body closer, hiding his face in his neck.
Pattie rests a hand on his shoulder "Pietro... We must go. We need to report back to the Lady."
Pietro nodded slowly, hiccup sobbing as he got to his feet, hugging Dean's limp cold body to his chest.
He was never ready to say goodbye.
He just wasn't ready.
"Y-You're such a fool" he whispers.