#It's actually wanderer but WHATEVERRR

[wanderingconstellations]

“Oi,” Wanderer gently slapped you awake, tapping your cheek one - or two times with his palm as he kept you steady by your waist with his other. You had blanked out beside him a few moments ago, stood still in place suddenly in silence as he kept going, before noticing the absence and the lack of breathing he was accustomed to beside him.

“You've been spacing out often, don't tell me the Akademiya finally burned you out.” He teases, his tone intended for banter he was used to with you, but your uncharacteristic, tired smile you showed in response to his words took him by surprise, internally that is, as he attempted to stifle his features.

“C'mon,” He said quietly, stradling you beside him, his left hand pulling you close by the waist, guiding you in your hazy, steps. Your eyes showed a dream-like state, the state where you open someone's eyes while they were asleep, unresponsive yet still somehow present.

“Chiyo said you've been like this for awhile, get your shit together.” He mumbled the last parts of his sentence, hoping you wouldn't hear the usual stubbornness clashing with his hidden affinity for you. “You wouldn't wanna worry her by the time she comes back from Fontaine, right?” He added, his anemo vision pulsates with a faint, lucent glow, a magic circle materializing in a circular motion, a domino, intricate with runic designs as it replaces the specifies the air behind his back, not long after he crouched - grabbing the underside of your knees as he carries you bridal style.

The moment of sudden movement causes you to snap out of your dazed, exhausted state briefly, feeling the breeze against your face and the veil from a familiar hat that blurred your vision.

Simultaneously, the moment you return to your senses, you turned your head to the one who initiated the situation, eyes towards each other, one was clear with bafflement, a state of idle, processing the present moment with squinted eyes, and the other was pure amusement, and maybe a sense of relief.

“Finally,” He mused, holding you close with secure.

“Taking you back to your dorm.”

“Wh—”

Before you could protest, a small orb of supposed gravity had already formed under his footing, his smug smirk widening to your reactions — the moment you secured your hold around his neck, knowing the implications of his sudden tightening grip on you, a forceful gust of wind followed suit, propelling the two of you at a swift pace towards a place that you and him both know well.

“I'll be doing all the work, yeah?” He spoke, his eyes gleaming with a mischief you knew all too well, and you didn't know if he was implying about taking in your work for himself...

or something else entirely.

SQUEALING AND GIGGLING WHATTTTT

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[fyregrl]

imagine the real ralph bohner got switch-a-roo'd w peter maximoff at some point in the hex (actually around the moment when the alarms were going off at the SWORD base right before evan peter's peter showed up bc THAT was never explained 👀) I know it doesnt make much sense but whateverrr

That would explain why the alarms went off, if Peter Maximoff came into the Hex and Ralph went out, if that's what you mean.

So it would be Peter-as-Ralph-as-Pietro? That would also explain why he said he was Ralph Bohner. And then the Hex comes down and he remembers he's Peter Maximoff.

And I'm laughing imaging S.W.O.R.D. finding the real Ralph just wandering around outside of town.