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nyeddleblog · 2 years

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Light Of My Life.

Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mentions of sex, a little bit of hot stuff but not getting to be smut, swearing. Summary: Just a normal week into the household of the Parkers, except the family it's getting a little bit bigger.. Word count: 1676. Request: How about Andrew! Peter Parker x reader.... Peter and reader are married for 5 years.... They had been trying for kids since the last year..... One day, reader gets uneasy morning sickness which reader dismiss it as food poisoning.....weird food cravings like French fries dipped with chocolate sauce and crying over sappy romantic movies in their movie night.... Peter gets confused and eventually his spider sense, senses another heart beat in the house.... He finds out the reader is pregnant... Reader takes a pregnancy test to confirm it.... Peter gets protective and never let's the reader to do any work... Peter jumps in joy and they have a fluffy intimate moment by Peter talking to the reader's belly! So sorry if it's too long!

To say that Peter was the love of your life was an understatement. He was, in fact, your first love, your soulmate and therefore the one and only person you could love in this plane or in any other.

You met in Middle School, you grew closer in High School, and by the end of Senior Year he had given you all he had to give. So it wasn't a surprise when, at twenty four years old and almost seven years after your first kiss, he got on one knee and proposed to you.

Your wedding was quite simple, very few people attended. Aunt May, your best friend Gwen, your parents and Peter's father, whose relationship with him was still a bit iffy.

After that day, Peter got his first big job position, you finally were paid the salary you fought so hard for, and the apartment you used to live in blossomed into a small house.

The way Peter and you would sync into your daily routine was nothing but lovely. He would be preparing coffee as you made some breakfast for the two of you; you'd shower together almost every day... Which sometimes turned into getting work a few minutes later. He would help you pick your outfit, and ask you to help with his tie.

And some days you'd skip the part where you both headed out in your vehicles to a healthy web ride, just because cuddling after waking up took you thirty minutes longer.

At least 90% of those working days, Peter would get home hungry for you; sometimes he took his time to worship your body the way you deserved, but some other times he'd shut the door behind him and take you wherever he could.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love that 90%.

The first time the idea of having kids arrived, was when he was invited over by a colleague for dinner. It was a great day; Peter took off from work early, picked you up, and the both of you chose to cook a dessert until it was time to go.

Over at his place, a precious little girl sat at the sofa watching TV. You had met her father before, and she was a perfect resemblance of both him and his wife.

It made you wonder how would it be if you had a kid; if it would be this noticeable that it was yours, if they would get Peter's intelligence and your creativity, or what gender would it be...

Peter didn't notice you had considered it, because if he had you two would have become parents way earlier. He just saw you talk to the kid sweetly, and getting along with her so well that her mother had asked you if you could take care of her during the late honey moon they were planning.

Sadly, your schedule didn't match; but it gave you two the great idea of having a late honeymoon too.

You spent a whole two weeks on Matera, Italy. Mainly because of your work, nevertheless you both enjoyed it; how could you have been together for over four months and not have a honeymoon?

And, finally, the conversation was brought to the table. You two were laying on the hotel's sofa, watching a sappy Italian romcom to which you barely understood anything, when he asked:

"Would you like to have kids?"

His voice sounded so little, and he avoided eye contact, staring straight into the screen. You, laying on his lap, took that moment to watch him surprised.

"Two, we've- I thought I told you..."

"Yeah... Yes, you have..." he blushed, finally lowering his look to yours "I just mean... Would you like to have kids with me?"

"Of course, silly!" you snorted. He scrunched his nose, embarrassed by the way he couldn't explain himself. "Wait... Wait, wait, wait! Are you asking me to...? Do you want us to have a baby?! Like... Make a baby right now?"

Peter startled himself by the way you jumped up, supporting your upper half with your hands. You sounded so excited...

"I..." He took a second to admire your shining eyes, and slowly his look softened, firmly taking your face in his hands "Yes, I want to have a family with you..."

Your faces would quickly unite in a soft kiss, which fervor quickly multiplied itself. By the end of the movie, sounds filled with love were quickly accumulating themselves in the room.

Coming back to New York, you were disappointed by the arrival of your period, and just as it was over, you tried again.

And again.

Every month, for a year, without counting the times you had done it just for the sake of loving each other; all in failure.

Finally, the time to check what the two of you could be having problems with arrived; but it had been a really hard month for you...

And Peter was starting to think that maybe the bite was the one harming the process.

After that month arrived a second, where your agenda would simply not meet his, and you'd go from convention to meeting without having any time for the morning showers, nor the synced breakfasts, nor trying to expand your family; you'd just come home crying and exhausted and walking straight to bed.

Peter worried about how hard you were being with yourself, and tried to at least prepare you dinner every night, that he'd try to convince you to eat in your shared room before you slept.

When three months passed by, the whole process finally calmed down. He had woken up that morning next to you, a Saturday afternoon.

He sighed, caressing your face as he took a moment to appreciate your company. It made you wake up, lazily opening your eyes.

"Do you have anything for today?" he inquired, softly. You shook your head "Then can we stay like this for the rest of the day?"

You laughed "Baby, we need to eat..."

Peter whined, hugging you closer. "No, we don't need to..."

"Come on! I really want Ice Cream toasts!"

"Ice Cream toasts-?"

But you had to interrupt his laughter because the closeness started suffocating you little by little, to the point where you had to force yourself out of the hug and stand up quickly. Frowning, your husband looked up at you. "Baby, what's wrong...?"

You stumbled backwards, maybe you stood up too fast... You blinked slowly, trying to cease the feeling. Peter appeared in front of you, with a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Do you need anything? Should I ask for a medical appointment...?"

"No... I'm sure it's nothing..." you tried to smile, but the next second your body was running away to the bathroom. Peter followed behind.

He held your hair as you threw up, sitting beside you and giving soothing care of your back. "T-that's it baby, just let it all out."

The thought of losing you was terrifying, and quickly the worst thoughts came into his head as he thought about your symptoms.

"We're going to the doctor. Now."

You just nodded, not used to puking and very unhappy with the latest experience.

But as you walked down the stairs and he worriedly cursed your discomfort for snatching a perfect lazy day with his wife from him, a strange sound he hadn't heard before started to click.

bump, bump, bump

"Baby..." you called out.

Peter stopped his trance to look at you

"Is everything alright?"

Glee started filling his expression: "Have you gotten your period this month?"

"I don't know, I haven't really been paying attention to it with all the work" you shrugged, but then realization started rising up on you "I just know that it hasn't arrived ever since my trip to Los Angeles..."

Your husband slapped a hand to his lips. "Baby, that was three months ago!"

"Oh, shit..."

"I'm going to buy a test!" he quickly kissed your forehead and sprinted out your door.

You slowly sat down and the same smile he had froze on your face; except this time, tears couldn't help but roll down your cheeks.

You may be pregnant. You may be able to have a kid with Peter.

He arrived five minutes later, shaky hands handing you the test. He accompanied you to the bathroom, pacing everywhere while he rambled about how either result would be okay and signaled fervently with his hands.

"Peter..."

"I'm serious, Y/N. Even if you're not pregnant... Well, if you aren't I'll have to take you to the doctor because that means you have something beating inside your belly..."

"Peter"

"But if you are we can go to the appointment we has scheduled to check on how it's going and..."

"Peter, I'm pregnant!"

Your husband fell to his knees and quickly took the test from your hands. Once your words were confirmed, the plastic cylinder fell down and he took your face in his hands to kiss you.

It was a passionate, loving, wet kiss. The both of you were crying, and he just couldn't get away from his wife in this moment. He just wanted to show you how glad he was, how nice it felt to have a possibility of raising a child with you.

"Love..." you sobbed out, his hands still on your face "You're touching me, and you touched the test... And I peed on it."

His eyes widened at your playful comment, you laughed. "We were having a moment, Y/N... Fuck it, I'm not talking to you anymore..." he lowered his face to your belly "I'm talking to my child now... How are you, cutie? You don't know it, but I love you so much already... So much it's insane."

You stared down at him, cheeks wet and a permanent smile in your face. This was probably the best reward you could ever get, and you couldn't stop thanking your luck, and the universe, and a god if there is one up in the sky, for this moment.

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firelonewolf · 2 years

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A Gift of the God's

Summary: The reader is a powerful demigod from the Greek pantheon. Who also happens to be friends with Spiderman. :3

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker x Demigod! Avenger! Reader, MCU! Peter Parker x MJ (because yes).

Note: don't ask, I don't even know how I cooked this one up. Hope you like it! Also, you Percy Jackson fans might really like this, maybe. I'm gonna give fair warning, I tried to make the readers backstory a combination of Zagreus/Dionysus. I tried. I'm so sorry for the crappy writing.

Warning: There's definitely No Way Home spoilers in here! It's you're choice to proceed if you haven't seen it. Well, it's you're choice in general to read this as well. Hope you like it though!

It's been a long night multiple things were happening. Catastrophic things actually, given it does make sense to consider multiverses colliding is dangerous. On top of that, everyone knew you're friend Peter Parker was Spiderman. Along with you, (Y/n) being exposed of being Demigod. With Peter you went with hiding you're identity from the public. In all fairness, you didn't think that it should be public knowledge that you are in fact- a Demigod. Born from the Roman/Greek pantheon of those deities. Normally you sported an old fashioned gladitor outfit, and call it similar to the Eternal's stuff. Speaking of which, recently you were mistaken as one from a public article by some fricken guy called Whitmen or something. You don't know why or how that confusion happened, but it was ridiculous nonetheless! But anyways, after the full on exploitation of you're identity things have been kind of spiraling downwards. Like being called a murderer by the public alongside Peter.

Honestly, sadly you've heard worst. Mostly from uneducated people on you're ancestry, or in other words the "Pantheon." But ever since the reveal its been nonstop cameras and people either throwing stuff at you or applauding and thank you. Always one or the other, oddly enough you gained the same treatment like Peter. Not like it mattered anymore, somehow you'd always expected this unconsciously.

Recently a lot of stuff escalated apart from the multiverse. For example, you found out Dr. Strange is trapped in the mirror dimension after fighting Peter. Then villians who claim they know a Peter Parker, but that you're reality Peter Parker isn't there's. Which also led to him trying to help them to rewrite their fates hopefully. But that didn't happen. Electro or "Max" made the whole thing go south along with Norman Osborne. Which spiraled to Happy's apartment building crumbling down with Aunt May demise sadly. All of this destruction and madness became messier and messier so fast it was stressful. More stressful that you weren't there to help, you hated it.

Worst of all, you haven't found Peter. For a while you ran around in the pouring rain, despite Ned and MJ calling you repeatedly to come back. But you didn't budge for a while, which led you to coming back defeated. Sorrowfully you walked in with dark circles around you're eyes indicating you're exhaustion and soaken wet. Part of you was ready to sit and accept self punishment.

MJ and Ned stopped their conversation once you entered. "You didn't find him did you?" Ned asked sadden, you nodded not wanting to speak at the moment. You took a seat by MJ who gave you a hug from the side but you dreadfully stared at the wall. "I just wish we could see him." Ned suddenly says with suddenly you sensed something. It was otherworldly, not only that- it was supernatural in a way? You saw a little spark in the air towards the kitchen. MJ must've saw it too because she raised her hear from you're shoulder.

"Ned" she said unsurely, "do that again." She commanded staring where the spark once was.

"Yeah, I just wish I could him." Ned said more confident that's when the portal got bigger. With sparks around it. All three of you stood up "I just wish we could see Peter!" Ned said louder widening the portal. Immediately it opened to a dark alley way, their was a man taller. It looked like him though despite it was more slender?

"There he is! Hey, Peter!" MJ called out to him.

"Peter!?" Ned and you called out. Peter began to jog to the portal. He leaped into the dining room, but the suit was red and blue but- it was different. That wasn't the correct material, you could tell by the look of it. Ned's Lola began screaming and this "Spiderman" greeted everyone nervously- even the voice sounded different! Immediately he was trying to calm the situation down. This guy even unmasked himself but he looked also nothing like Peter! Out of pure instinct you shielded Ned and MJ you formed a black lighting bolt in you're hand. You're eyes seem to shift into glowing white iris. Shadows seem to become mist like at you're feet.

"Who the hell are you?" MJ said with a piece of bread armed in her hand.

"I'm Peter Parker, I'm Spiderman." He says with his hands up in the air. "In my world" he adds for more clarification. "But then yesterday, I was- I was just here." He says to the three of you. He backs away from where the portal once was and his eyes skimmed. "String theory, multi dimension- all of this is real?" You feel you're body relaxing and stop being tense despite the bolt of lightning in you're grasp chilling there casually. MJ and Ned answered him as the other Peter began to ramble. Until he heard the word spell and saw what was in you're hand with the shadows fading at you're feet. "Magic is real here too?! Is that what you two are?!"

You were about to answer when you're eyes met the other Peter. "Yes!" Ned answers despite MJ saying no. "I mean- no!" Ned kept rambling until the other Peter noticed the lightning bolt in you're hand.

"Then can you explain what you're friend is holding in their hand?" Otherworldly Peter casually nervously said. Immediately you flushed made it vanish within seconds. "I'm guessing you're some kind of a witch?"

Out of pure instinct you spoke. "I am not some witch! I'm a-" you stopped yourself. "Well, I'm not a witch! But yeah, uhm." You said with you're eyes color shifting from white back to its natural color. That's when MJ immediately spoke up.

"Prove it." She demanded to other Peter.

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker." She stated to him.

"I don't carry an identity with me, it kind of defeats the whole anonymous thing, you know?" He replied casually. Immediately MJ threw the bread which made you snort of laughter. "Why did you do that?"

"I was seeing if you had the tingle thing." MJ remarked with her hands up in defense.

"I have the tingle thing. Just- not for bread." He states, and so began to demands and replies. Other Peter stuck his hand to the ceiling then MJ cautiously demanded him to crawl. To which he said no uncomfortably, and MJ kept throwing bread at him. You just snorted at this exchange. Defeated the other Peter began to crawl on the ceiling, honestly you should've probably told him to just listen since arguing with MJ is a losing battle. And you've argued with several deities and otherworldly creatures! Arguing with MJ was just a losing battle it was pointless to fight with her out of every living thing on Earth. But you could never lie that isn't not amusing to witness her gift when it's not you. That's when after the other Peter kindly cleaned up the cobweb, and hopped down. Ned and MJ came to the conclusion quickly just keep making portals until the real Peter shows up. As Ned began to make another portal the other Peter came towards you. "You never finished before exactly, you're not a witch- so what are you?-" You were about to answer until Ned opened another portal.

A guy I'm casual clothing stepped through with Ned sighing loudly. "Uh hi, I hope it's okay I just came in from this- oh, it closed." He said awkwardly.

"You're Peter?" MJ questioned to him. You were ready to see if this one would submit easily or just give up and do what she demands.

"Yeah, I'm Peter Parker. I've seen you two-" he stopped at Lola "hi" he greeted to her. But his face became puzzled when he met other Peter, as in- slender Peter? You don't know. "Wait, he's not you're friend." He comments immediately both jump in defense and shoot webs at each other. And both began the exchange discovering that they are also alike, in a way? But it came down to eventually both of the Peter's asking if the reality Peter has somewhere he goes to run off to. A place to get away from the world.

Within time it came down to finding reality Peter. That's when he met the other Peter's, all of you had a moment to comfort Peter. Which soon led to the idea of Peter wanting to cure the enemies for a second chance. Despite what happened first time you trusted Peter and the other two. Which led to you heading to the science lab at school, well it was you're school. A while back you graduated high school, you didn't get dusted with the others so you aged physically somewhat. You don't really age physically oddly enough, but you are around you're early twenties. But you try not think about it, when everyone got dusted things took a turn for you mentally, sadly.

With all three Peter's getting to work on the cures you sat down. Sitting on the table you stared off into space with MJ by you. Suddenly you felt eyes on you're back, so you glanced over you're shoulder to see the Peter MJ threw bread at was looking over. You're eyes met then averted from each other. You shook you're head and fidgeted with the long sleeved shirt you were wearing. It was drying still from earlier in the rain, and you were tempted to strip yourself of it.

"You should go talk to him." MJ said out of nowhere, to your surprised you titled you're head.

"Why?" You remarked back.

"You two seem oddly drawn to each other. In a way? Just do it." She demanded to you.

"I'm not sure what is taking place here though. I'm not sure whether or not I should be scared or thrilled?" You remarked back. MJ chuckled at that.

"That one hasn't stopped looking at you since the moment you showed up. That's it, plus I'm genuinely am curious about his interest as well. And you cannot deny the fact he's peeked yours as well." She stated smugly smiling at you. It's not like she was wrong, you are interested with the glances he was giving you. What's the harm in a little interaction?

Making you're way over to the other Peter that MJ mercilessly threw bread at earlier. You stand by the table "do you mind if I join you?"

"No, please" he said fixing the labcoat he was wearing. Taking a seat beside him as he works on Dr. Connors cure. A pause took place before he spoke, "you never answered before." He states you give a questioning look. "About- what you are, you said you aren't a witch. So what are you?"

For a moment you were taken back before thinking the best way of phrasing it. How could you though? "Well, I am not a witch. I wasnt made in a lab either. I'm a- a god- well technically no, I am technically a Demigod at this point." That's when you saw this Peter taken a back. He was shocked by this.

"Wait. God's?! As in God's like uhm- Zeus and uhm- Loki exist?" He says in shock but his eyes seem to lighten up in a way.

"Yeah, basically, yeah. I've met Loki and Thor by the way, nice people. Well- Loki was questionable. Thor is a great guy though." You remarked back to him. Everyone in the room seem to go silent listening in, not that you cared though.

"Thor?! How did you meet him?"

"I fought alongside him. Well- we did as in our reality's Peter did with me." You replied back to him.

"Is he you're dad? I'm sorry but I saw the lightning thingy happen." You shake no you're head in response.

"My parents are actually from the Greek pantheon. I am the child of Hades and Zeus-" you paused for a brief moment. "-Well this is complicated to explain. I am the child of both of them, but I am made from they're ichor." You begin to explaining knowing how ridiculous this sounds. "Well I was a clay at first oddly. I was crafted by Prometheus the titan of fire. I guess he's also my parent in a way? Well uhm, Prometheus crafted me out of clay to which I was brought to life and to make me officially alive I needed life itself?- Uhm, so Zeus, Persephone and Hades cut their hands open and bled on me to bring me to life?" You shrugged. "I was crafted to protect humans, then I slayed as a child by Titans. I perished- but thats a long story!" Peter stared at you blankly and you couldn't blame him. "My birth is complicated- just like my family." You stated to him.

"So you're a Demigod? Of Zeus, Persephone and Hades. That must be something at least." He remarked in a chuckled.

"Yeah, my family is very dysfunctional- the Olympians my family in the Underworld is surpsingly normal. My brother Dionysus, God of wine was actually born twice? Once from my mother Persephone and Hades. That was my brother Zagreus, until my brother Zagreus was appointed power by other father Zeus, but his wife my Aunt Hera? She got jealous and the Titans killed him too.. then my brother Dionysus was conceived by my father Zeus and a mortal called Semele, to which my Aunt Hera manipulated into Semele into not believing that my father Zeus was actually Zeus. He killed her- then sewed the fetus of my brother into his thigh to which he was born- I'm starting to think I am part of a really odd family." You commented to yourself covering you're face with you're hands. "I'm sorry! I made this weird."

"No! No, no! I think it's interesting. You're actually a Demigod! It's cool. Makes you even more cooler." He remarked in a light chuckle with a smile. "So I guess that explains all of you're powers? The mist and electricity?" He comments glancing at the serum as he was talking to you.

"Well- I technically can do more then just that being the child of three deities." You remarked back to him.

"Like what?" He asks you to which you show a finger to say one minute. You take off the long sleeved shirt that was still drying leaving yourself in a black tank top and jeans and pair of boots. Peter gaze went to you're arms to the few tattoos on you. There was a pomegranate on the left side of you're neck. On you're forearm there was a Bident symbolize Hades and on the other was a black lightning bolt. All over was scars some weren't visible. This otherworldly Peter wanted to ask but didn't not just yet. You placed a pomergrante made out of gems on the table for him to look at. He saw you're hands come together, you were conjuring something. Otherworldy Peter placed the fruit made out of gems on the table. Then you're hands parted in you're left palm was a a spider made out rubies with bits of sapphires. It shimmered in the light of the scientist room. In awe Peter took it into his hand. "Woah! This is so cool. It's a spider it looks like you crafted it to match the symbol on my suit. This is so incredible! What else can you do?"

"A lot of things. I can talk to the dead, I can preform spells of the dead. This isn't a power, but I can naturally read and speak Greek? I have cyrokinesis." In you're left hand ice began to form and flourished into a tree. "You already know I can craft lightning, I also have umbrakinesis, I can manipulate the shadows. I can even teleport through them. Besides those I have basic abilities with speed, strength and endurance." You explained disposing of the small ice tree in you're hand.

Peter kept admiring the spider made out of rubies and sapphires. "This is so incredible. I've never met anyone who could do this!" You blushed a bit and rubbed the back of you're neck. Looking off to the side you then saw the shimmer of the freshly formed gems. "Here" he said handing it back to you.

You blinked for a moment. "No, it's for you. I made that for you-" you began to stammer a bit. Peter smiled for a moment with a bit of flush appearing on his cheeks.

"Thank you, but I can't take this with me when I go into a fight! It's fragile. How about you hold onto it after we cure everyone? It'll be a nice to reminder of how I met the coolest person in the world." He said with both of you're eyes locked.

You began to nod in response without speaking. "Alright. Don't forget to remind me to give it to you." You said with a warm smile. Even though this wasn't gonna last long you wouldn't deny this wasn't nice. A moment like this- you've never felt this way before. Sure you've had a crush before in the past but something about this one felt different. Why? You don't know but it felt great. For a moment you saw Peter's gaze go up with a laugh escaping. You're ears began to burn that's when you felt a pedal land on you're face. You saw purple lilacs weaved together in a crown on you're head. You gasped and covered you're face. "I forgot about this one- uhm, I'm sorry!" You looked to see in his hair was a few yellow roses flourished- because of you. You took them out.

Peter laughed in response. "And here I was thinking children of Hades were full on darkness like you tried to lead on." You heard MJ tease from the other side of the room. Trying to straighten yourself out you were about to do something.

"You could make gems the whole time?!" You're reality Peter said waiting for his moment to say it. "And ice?! You could do all of that and you never displayed them before!" Making all of you begin to laugh. "What else have you had up you're sleeve?!"

With a shrug of you're shoulders you gave a little smile. "Uhh, well not much else really? Oh right I have another form that allows me to just breeze through the underworld. Uhh, i have battled some legendary hereos like King Theseus- major asshole. But hes in Elysium sooo- I've fought my siblings who are gods of war. Like on my father Zeus's side- lets see.. Ares, Enyo, and I have battled Athena." You said oddly thinking. "Call it a gift of the gods?" You suggested. "Enough about me, what about you? Tell me something about you, Peter Parker."

Immediately he bit his lip for a moment thinking before speaking. "Well, there's not much to say about me. I was bit by a radioactive spider in high school from Oscorps. I developed superpowers, I fought the lizard guy. I-" he paused for a brief moment. You analyzed his face, it seemed to transform into sorrow. That ached a bit, it made you feel sad for asking, you didn't think it'd bring up a bad memory. You reached for his wrist taking it, silently asking for permission to hold it. Before Peter #3 glanced down and his fingers intercepted yours. He allowed you to hold his hand for comfort. "Sorry I- I just lost some people dear to me. I began to remember them and her."

"Its fine. I get it, really. If you don't mind me asking, what was her name?" You inquired to him. Peter #3 thumb drawed circles over you're hand.

"Gwen." He answered in a hush tone making eye contact with you. "Gwen Stacy. She was my girlfriend. I loved her, one day I had her but the next she was gone." He comments his eyes going to ground. You're heart began to ache and you're eyes felt like tears wanted to form.

Frowning you replied in a hush tone. "Sorry, I know what that feels like." You reply back, you're eyes met his again when he heard that. "Four years ago, reality Peter and I were the exact same age. MJ, Ned, Peter and I were all the same age. But then-" you paused and it all began to flood back to you. How it all started normal until Peter alerted you about something being off on the bus. "-Peter and I were one moment on the bus, dreading school then, we were in space. Ned helped us into space. We met Doctor Strange, and I met Tony Stark, Iron Man. We met more people then- we met him. Thanos." You said beginning taking in a sharp breathe before continuing to speak. "One moment we were fine, you know? Peter and I fought alongside the others and Mr. Stark, then I was impaled by Thanos in the chest. I saw Peter seconds later become dust with half of the universe." You stared off to the side recalling the entire moment. It still stung from within you. "I died for a moment- again. I waited for God of death, but he told me I'm not on the list, yet. I was then brought back to life by Mr. Stark, Nebula an alien and stabilized for a bit. Until we made it to Earth. I called MJ and Ned, but- someone else answered the phone that wasn't them." You could remember breaking down and wondering, where did they all go? "I got them back, luckily but it took sacrifice. But then we lost Captain Rogers, Black Widow and Tony Stark. I still wake up sometimes scared it'll happen again. You know?"

Silence remained between the two of you in this moment. You grasped Peter Parker's hand from another world. "I'm sorry that happened to you. When you lost them." You stare at him for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry you lost others too." You reply back. "Its never easy. I'm sorry about bringing it up or making you remember. Tell me something else, if you want?"

"Its alright. We'll, I raised in New York my whole life. I've never been anywhere else really." Peter thinks for another moment comprehending something else. "I love photography. And science as you can see." He says with a warm smile, he seems so happy even talking about it. You listen as he gushes about the things he loves, it was great. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Part of you wonder where this way going now.

"Have you been anywhere? Where were you raised?" Peter asked you to which you sigh and try to think.

"I was raised in a cottage in New York as a child. You should've seen it! It was so beautiful. It was great." You explain smiling at the memories of you're childhood home. Recalling all of the joyous times you've spent there from the mornings, evenings and nights. "Which reminds me, it's been a long time since I've visited the place. I should do that soon."

"I'd love to go with you" Peter blurted out. You chuckled at that.

"I'd like that." You remarked back to him.

It doesn't take long for everything to be wrapped up. When everything's done the Spidermen get everything set up on the Statue of Liberty. Currently they were adding a shield to the Statue of Liberty and they were setting up all of the cures for everyone's second chance. Ned and MJ sat with you as you waited on the Spidermen to setup.

While you sat there watching. Casually you're legs swung a bit. It was Ned who brought the silence. "I realized earlier we don't know much about you're past." You looked over at him with an expressionless face. Ned put his hands in the air. "I'm not saying it was weird! It's neat. But you've never told us."

You pressed you're lips together with you're eyes going off to side for a moment. "In all fairness, you've never asked. Not that I've blamed you." You remarked to them. It's not like you did, in all actuality they've mostly seen normal.

MJ eyes skimmed you're skin that was surfaced. "How did you get those scars? I've always seen them but never really asked." She inquired to you to which you shrug.

"Most of these are from when I was younger. Some of these are from when I've fought my siblings like this one." You pointed to the few on you're side and on you're arm near the pomegranate tattoo. "I got in a disagreement with Apollo in the past. Or this one" you pointed to the one on you're forearm "I was speared in this arm before. But most of them are from Thanos." You've remarked with memories playing back in you're mind.

"You're family is very questionable." MJ remarks back to you. You shrugged before hugging her from the side.

"Yeah, tell me about it. But so are you" you casually joke. MJ makes a face.

"Oh thank you," she remarks chuckling. Ned seems to be contemplating more things but you don't think much of it. That's when you see the other Peter- Peter as in Peter #3. You've numbered them not too long ago, it was easier then just saying Peter and hoping they knew who it was being directed to. You're attentioned turned to him.

"Were all set" he says to you. With that you push yourself off the table setting you're feet on the floor.

"Okay, they'll close the portal. And then we'll wait for them to arrive, simple." You say with you're reality's Peter, Peter #1 showing up with the box handing it to MJ and Ned. Peter #3 gave you a look- he was about to say something.

"No, you're stay here with them." He remarks back to you.

"What? No, I belong out there. I'm not weaker then you guys, I'm strong. I can take them and they're powers like nothing." You reply back in protest to him. Reaching into you're pocket you pulled out portal cylinder. There was a button. "I can fight, it'll take lesser energy and damage. Trust me."

"No, no, that's why you should stay here. Stay here and defend them." He said gesturing to Ned and MJ. "If anything happens you're gonna have to defend them." He remarks back to you. You huffed, you knew in the end he was right.

"Fine. You better not let anything happen to him" you said pointing to youngest Peter. "Because if anything happens I won't forgive myself." Giving him the most pleading eyes you could manage to give. Peter #3 nodded in response in a silent agreement before his lips formed a small smile.

"Of course I won't. You better have that spider gem ready, I'd like something to remember you bye." He comments to you.

"I'll have it ready, no need to say it." You remarked back with a smile. Peter #2 called the other two telling them after hear the groan of thunder. For a moment Peter #3 gave you a look ad if he didn't want to go out there, not that you blame him. But he followed the youngest Parker out of the lab and onto the Statue of Liberty construction site. Both of them got ready with Peter #2 putting on their mask. Once they stepped out you stepped beside Ned and MJ as everything was beginning.

"Okay close the portal" MJ told Ned.

"Hold on" he remarked and began to wave his hands. Ned began to focus trying to close the portal.

"Haven't you closed some before?" She inquires to him as he keeps waving his hands.

"No, I've opened some before" you hear Ned say as he tries to get it to seal. His voice was becoming panicking out of instinct you leaped forward began to block them.

"Just close it" you remarked. "Focus and close the portal." You encouraged him further as Ned began to take deep breaths.

"Just focus and close the portal" MJ began to encourage. That's when you saw the lizard guy- Dr. Connor's began to charge at the three of you. MJ began to tell Ned to try to focus harder but hurry up beginning to panic. Out of instinct you hit the lizard as he leaped in and pounced. You hit the button of the cylinder and it formed into a black steeled Bident. Call it a replica of you're father Hades's iconic weapon. You knocked him back as MJ and Ned began to scram.

The lizard was trying hard with each slash you blocked it and try to counter it with more power. Soon it became a pattern, swing- dodge, swing, dodge before he used more force to throw you. You felt yourself thrown in the cabinets of the laboratory slamming you're back hearing glass shatter from the impact. You let out a low cry, "get out of here!" You yelled at MJ and Ned. Dr. Connors was about to attempt to follow them, you forced yourself up before striking him with a black bolt. He screeched before looking at you with pure darkness and frustration. You forced yourself and fixed you're bident in you're grasp. "Who said we were finish Doctor Connors?" You said challenging him. He hissed before pouncing at you. He tried to claw you but you dodged, with each attempted strike you uses the bident to deflect it. You attempted to strike him and managed to get a few grazes on him, but one miss gave him the advantage in the moment. Connors managed to land a hit and clawed you're right arm making it bleed.

You began to back up out of the lab to regain you're stance ready to put more force in the attack. Within seconds he manages to knock you down, you use the handle of the bident try to keep him back. "Peter!" You call out trying you're best to put up a fight. Seeing Peter #1 show up, you kicked the Lizard back before seeing him get clouded in a smoke of green. You blocked you're face from it you then see once it goes Dr. Connors- but a human. Seemingly baffled by seeing his own human hands.

"Welcome back Dr. Connors" Peter #1 says proudly. Before his gaze meets yours "you okay?" You nod in response catching you're breath. Before racing to MJ and Ned, you saw Dr. Strange before he took the cube and went through a portal.

"You guys okay?" You ask Ned and MJ.

"Yeah," they both responded quick.

"You never told me you're bident is transportable." MJ comments eyeing it in you're grasp. You make it stand up straight in you're grasp.

"How do you think I manage to get it place to place?" You remarked back glancing at the craftsmanship of the bident. Before you heard a laughter erupted from the skies, and you're stomach dropped. Things seem to slow down in the moment as if time was freezing. As an explosion went off you pushed MJ and Ned to the other side as the entire area began to lean. You slipped through MJ's hand in that moment. Now here you were falling, you knew what would happen. You'd were about to die again, this time not by the hands of the Titans but to gravity. In a natural way, you weren't afraid of the greeting of Thanatos the God of the dead, son of Nyx and Macaria, the other daughter of Hades goddess of blessed death. You weren't afraid to welcome them as they carry you down to the Underworld. You've accepted fate a long time ago, you'd either perish someway or another within the years. You just never thought it'd be now. Accepting fate you shut you're eyes waiting to greet Charon the river Styx boatman again, but not in this way.

But you felt a pair of arms embrace you. Not the cold welcoming arms of death himself, no- it was warm. Opening you're eyes you saw Peter #3 eyes meet your own. His eyes seem so broken in this moment with the tears he tried to hold back. "Are you okay?" He sniffled to which you nodded in response with you're heart racing. You placed you're feet on the ground before he took the noticeable bleeding arm.

"I'm fine. I've had worst injuries before. Are you okay?" You remarked back to him. He nodded in response. You kept eye contact on each other in the moment, and you felt the sparks between the two of you. It was warm, it was comforting, it was nice. He sniffled, out of instinct you hugged him, surprisingly he hugged you back resting his chin on you're shoulder. "Its alright, you caught me." You said comforting him.

"I was so scared, I just met you- and for a moment I thought you'd slip away from me." He says underneath his breath. You could feel his heart racing, even hear it a bit. You're eyes skimmed upwards of the Statue of Liberty and there you saw Dr. Strange about to prepare the spell. Part of you're stomach sinked at the sight knowing you have to say goodbye soon to someone you just met.

"The other Peter's need you right now." You tell Peter #3 who agrees. From you're pocket you dig out the gem you crafted, you didn't bother looking. "Here, don't forget this." Peter #3 smiles at you holding the gem in his grasp. Meanwhile Doctor Strange above his hands were shifting with the magic shifting from the movement his hands were going while he began to chant. Part of you're heart sank, you knew what this meant. You wanted to race up there and demand the spell to be changed. But you couldn't make it seeing you're reality Peter come down. You turned you faced Peter #3 and gave a sad look. "Hopefully we'll meet again sometime soon, right?"

His smile turned warm. "Yeah," if fates were nice they'd allow you two to see each other again right? "I still want to visit that cottage with you. Or do something alright?" He says with a slight laugh coming out of his mouth. "I'll see you around-" he says starting walking backwards "demigod."

"I'll see you around the amazing Peter Parker" you remark. Heading to Peter you came up to the reality one. "What's happening? Like whats going on? Are we gonna remember you or are we gonna forget you?" You began to ask these questions to find out immediately.

Reality Peter looked sad for a moment but cleared his throat. "Strange can't change the spell. That's why it happened in the first place, look" Peter says gesturing to the purple streak in the sky. You glance up to see it, and frown at the sight. "Go with MJ and Ned, okay? I'll find you guys, okay? Take care of them for me, please until I get you guys to remember me?" Peter asked you with pleading eyes. You wanted to protest, but how could you in this moment? Submitting you nodded you're head in agreement.

"You better find us Spiderman." You say lightly punching his shoulder. "Don't you let us forget you, do you understand?" You laughed but it felt as if tears wanted to fall. You didn't think this would happen, that Peter would go again. Part of it pained you to think about forgetting you're dear friend.

"I won't. I'll find you guys soon. Go!" He demands you looked back one more time at the three Peter's. You're friend who looked worried before going over to the others. You waved goodbye to the other two, and sorrowfully looked at Peter #3 before stepping through the portal that Ned made. Stepping in it closed, but then- you pulled the gem you crafted out of you're pocket. Looking at Ned and MJ who seemed worried alongside you. You opened you're palm to see a glimmer of the gem expecting to see the pomergrante gem. But- it wasn't. In you're grasp was the sapphire and ruby gem that formed a spider. The same one you were going to give to Peter #3, you're heart sank for a moment. Now he wasn't going to have this for himself. A tear ran down you're eye as you're eyes met Ned and MJ's who noticed what just happened. But as it ran down you're cheek with the thought of Peter #3 in you're mind you're mind suddenly ached. You winced before it faded. You blinked, something felt- off? You blinked and looked at MJ and Ned who seemed confused.

MJ's eyes landed on the spider made out of gems in you're hand. "Woah! When did you make that one?" She asked you to which you confusingly quirk an eyebrow before glancing down at the palm of you're hand. In it was a spider slim and tall made out of rubies and sapphires.

Bringing it to eye level for you, you examined it. Looking at it closely you studied it. Something seemed like deja vu looking at this newly gem in you're palm. When did you make this one? "I.. don't know." You simply remark back to MJ.

Ned examined it closely in the palm of you're hand. "Hey! It looks Spiderman inspired! See? The red and blue almost match the outfit." He comments proudly. Spiderman- you think to yourself. Spiderman. You continue to think, something about him seems important right now. But you don't know what it could possibly be. In another New York city, at the Empire State building a Peter Parker in this universe sits gazing down at the city. In his hand he messes with a gem of a pomergrante that reminded him of the Demigod he met recently. He's already wondering if it's possible to see you again. He just has to know when can he see the being who made this gem? When and where? Hopefully it doesn't take half a year or anything or longer. He wants to see you again, as soon as possible. Whenever that can be.

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charincharge · 4 years

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I Don’t Want To Wait, six

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

Based on the prompt:

"Don't go on that date" "Why?" "Because it will kill me if you do"

Aelin felt like her head was going to explode. It throbbed as she tried to open her eyes, so she immediately closed them again and went to shove her face into her pillow. Only, there was no pillow beneath her face. It was cold and hard, and her entire body ached. She groaned loudly as she rolled over, pulling the thin sheet covering her shoulders with her.

“Owww.” Her head knocked into something cold and porcelain, causing her to crack her eyes open. She was blinded by bright lights and shocking white all around her. She squinted and pushed herself up further and hissed, her hand throbbing under the weight she put on it. She picked up her arm and examined the offending limb, noticing the scrapes across her fingers and her knuckles dotted with deep purple bruises. She tried to clench her hand into a fist and cried out in pain. “What the hell?”

She looked around the small bathroom and rubber her head, which had knocked against the base of the toilet. Gross. But at least she knew the room she’d slept in fairly well – it was the downstairs powder room in Aunt Maeve’s condo. But she had no idea how she got here.

She tried to wrack her brain for any information about how her evening panned out, but she was coming up blank.

Well, that’s not great.

Aelin glanced down at her outfit – one of Rowan’s old lacrosse hoodies and boxers – and her cheeks flushed. What the fuck had happened last night? How did she get into Rowan’s clothes? Where were her clothes? Did Rowan undress her? Did her dad know she was at Rowan’s? Where was her phone? What time was it?

Aelin used her good hand to help her stand, body aching the entire way, and was grateful for the tall glass of water and painkillers laid out on the edge of the sink for her. She knocked them back, gagging only slightly as she swallowed.

Her eyes trailed up to the mirror and she gasped. She looked a mess. Her once wavy golden hair was stringy and knotted from where it rested against the bathroom floor all night, and she was fairly sure there was dried vomit caked in it. Last night’s makeup streaked down her cheeks, as if she’d been crying, and her skin was sweaty, despite the chill running through her.

Grabbing the hand towel, Aelin scrubbed at her face, rubbing the black makeup remnants from her skin. She cringed, putting down Maeve’s fancy guest hand towel. She’d put that straight into the laundry. Pulling her disgusting hair back into a bun, she carefully made her way out of the bathroom, hoping Rowan could shed some light on the missing hours of her night, but she was shocked to see Lysandra, Elide and Wesley, circled around Lysandra’s phone, laughing.

“Hi?” Aelin called out to her friends, who all whipped their heads around to look at her with guilty smiles on their faces.

“There she is, my million dollar baby,” Lysandra cheered, slinging her arm around Aelin’s shoulders. Aelin balked, her nausea rocking through her at the sudden movement. “Whoops, sorry, champ,” she apologized, rubbing her arm gently. “How you feeling?”

Aelin’s eyes flashed to her friends in confusion. She looked around. “Where’s Rowan?”

As if on cue, the front door opened, and Rowan walked in with several greasy smelling bags. His eyes lit up upon seeing Aelin awake, and her stomach fluttered. Was it possible things had gone okay last night? She frowned. If she finally kissed Rowan, and didn’t remember it, there’d be hell to pay.

“Ah, Rocky’s finally up,” he said with a grin, placing the food down on the kitchen table.

“What the hell happened last night?” Aelin groaned, rubbing at her head again, and Rowan froze, mid-unpacking and turned to her.

“…you don’t remember?”

She paused, trying to think back. She remembered playing beer pong. Then Rowan abandoning her, and then finding Rowan in the kitchen with Lyria… Then, nothing.

She shook her head. “Should I?” He crinkled up his face, as if he was thinking about how best to answer, when Aelin punched his arm lightly. “Just tell me.”

“You really don’t remember?” he asked, and Aelin shook her head.

“Did I do something?” Aelin asked, trying to gauge if she’d gone through with her plans from last night. Horror struck her. She could have done anything. What if it was bad? “Are you mad at me?” she asked quickly.

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, like he didn’t want to answer her, and Aelin was starting to feel like she was going to puke again. “I’m not mad,” he finally answered, causing the knot in Aelin’s stomach to unravel. “But… let’s just say Salvaterre probably won’t be inviting you back any time soon.”

Wesley chuckled and nodded his chin toward Elide. “Show her the video.”

Aelin gaped. “There’s a video?” She looked up at Rowan, her wide eyes pleading for information as she whispered. “Should I be worried?”

Elide held up her phone in front of Aelin’s face, and Aelin watched as she barreled toward Lorcan, screaming at the top of her lungs. “SHE SAID NO, ASSHOLE!” And sucker-punched him right in the cheek. The skin split beneath her fist, leaving him with a dribble of blood running down to his chin as Rowan rushed to her to pull her off him, attempting another punch. Aelin struggled in Rowan’s grasp as Lorcan shouted at them to get the fuck out of his house.

Lys guffawed as Aelin’s hands clapped over her mouth. The video played again, and she couldn’t look away. “Oh my gods, wh…why?!”

“I think it was a full on rage blackout,” Lysandra laughed, causing Aelin to groan again.

“Shut up, that’s not real.”

Elide patted her back. “You were defending my honor. It was sweet, though unnecessary.”

Aelin laughed sadly as Lysandra cackled with glee. “I can’t believe how hardcore Salvaterre hit on Elide! Our sweet little Elide, asked to go upstairs with a varsity athlete!”

Elide blushed, her cheeks reddening to a deep crimson as she mumbled. “I obviously said no! He jokingly asked if I was sure, and when I told him I was he totally backed off. You didn’t need to punch him, Aelin...”

Wes laughed heartily, tipping his head back as he dug into the box of fries Rowan had brought them. “It was the best moment of my life, I think. I walked in the door, and all of a sudden Aelin is taking out Lorcan fucking Salvaterre.”

“At least we got kicked out before she started puking all over everything,” Lysandra chimed in.

“I need to lie down,” Aelin said, getting up from the kitchen chair and sprawling across the loveseat in the small sitting room, her head spinning slightly.

As everyone else got their food, Rowan came to sit on the couch with Aelin, lifting her feet and placing them in his lap.

“Nox said you chugged an entire cup of jungle juice, and then you had about half of mine before I could stop you. Salvaterre makes it with Everclear. 90 proof.” He paused. “You did get very angry…”

Aelin frowned, not comfortable in her position on the couch. She needed her head to be elevated. She swung her feet around and placed her head on Rowan’s leg instead.

She could feel him tense beneath her slightly, and she felt her heart sink. She’d been so sure they were on the verge of something last night, and today… it was… back to normal. As if whatever spark had been there had died. She’d killed it, apparently. She closed her eyes as Rowan finally exhaled and draped his hand over her shoulder.

“Your head still hurts?” he whispered, leaning down, and Aelin groaned, snuggling into his leg more.

“Everything hurts.” She paused. “My head. My hand. My pride.” My heart, she added on silently. She couldn’t believe how much she fucked everything up, just by getting too drunk too fast.

“You knocked Salvaterre the fuck out, if anything, your pride should be very much in tact.” Rowan paused and rubbed his thumb against her shoulder. “I’m sorry I left you for so long last night. That was… dumb.”

Aelin rolled onto her back and looked up at him. Rowan’s eyes were sad as she asked quietly, “Yeah. Why did you?”

He shrugged. “You seemed to be doing fine without me…” He trailed off, and Aelin wanted to shake him and shout IDIOT at the top of her lungs. Stupid idiot. How could he not know that she wanted him with her always? Instead of confessing, she pinched his thigh hard. He jumped as she poked her thumb into his thigh.

“You were wrong,” Aelin said, and watched as a small smile appeared on his face again as he looked her over. It wasn’t the same unguarded smile as yesterday – it seemed like that brief moment of possible reciprocation was gone, but Aelin was too grateful that she hadn’t drunenly fucked their friendship up to care at the moment.

“Clearly,” he replied.

Aelin could feel her heart thud in her chest as he leaned back, accepting a hamburger from Wesley. She closed her eyes as her friends recounted her wild adventure again. She had a feeling she’d never live this one down.

When Aelin woke hours later, her head was still perched on Rowan’s lap, but he’d turned the television on and was watching some teen soap.

“Don’t go on that date,” the teary brunette on the television begged of his busty girlfriend.

“Why?” the girl replied, hands on her hips.

“Because it’ll kill me if you do.” The pair crashed their lips into each other as their arms wound around each other in a romantic moment, the soundtrack swelling behind them.

Rowan snorted at the overly fraught dialogue, and Aelin, finally feeling well enough, pushed herself up to sitting.

“Not a fan?” she asked of the soapy show, wiggling her feet in his lap.

“No one talks like that,” Rowan said, poking one of her toes.

“I don’t know,” Aelin said, “I’ve heard I’m pretty dramatic.” She paused, wanting to ask about the cheerleader she’d found him with in the kitchen. It seemed like a perfect segue, but she wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to know the answer. “Should I beg you not to go on a date? Seems like things were going well between you and that cheerleader…” she asked, hoping he’d just laugh at her and say – what date? But… the look on his face told her more than enough. Aelin’s stomach sank as Rowan smiled nervously at her.

“Actually, that reminds me…”

Aelin swallowed, preparing herself.

“Lyria,” he began. “That’s the cheerleader’s name.” Aelin nodded silently, dreading the rest of what was to come. “She asked me to junior prom.”

“She did?” Aelin asked, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. “I didn’t realize you two were that close.”

“We’re not!” Rowan insisted. “I barely know her.” He sighed, leaning back into the couch. “It’s going to be weird, right? I’m going to be one of the only sophomores there…”

“Do you not want to go?” Aelin asked nervously, and she watched Rowan shrug.

“I already said yes.”

Aelin felt her heart stop at his words. Rowan had been invited to Junior Prom by a pretty cheerleader, and he hadn’t hesitated to answer. He’d said yes. Aelin wanted to cry. She’d ruined her reputation with one of the most popular seniors in school last night, and Rowan had been invited to prom. She dreaded the notion that they were going in separate directions. Would Rowan leave her behind? She wasn’t sure she could bear that.

“Oh.” She paused, regaining her bearings. “Well, that’ll be fun?”

“You think?” Rowan asked, nervously running his hand through his hair.

“Totally.” Aelin hoped she sounded more sure of herself than she felt. “You’ll know all your teammates, and it’s junior prom, you know?”

“Yeah…” Rowan looked over at her and shrugged. “I guess…it’s just not what I imagined my first junior prom to be like.”

His face was wistful, and Aelin wanted to ask him what he was thinking, what he’d imagined. Was it what she’d dreamed? The two of them, wrapped up in each other on the dance floor, closer than they’d ever been, smiling into each other’s mouths? Probably not.

“I guess plans change,” Aelin said softly, and Rowan nodded.

“I guess so.” He looked over at her, and she forced a smile onto her face, hoping that Rowan couldn’t see through her. “Will you come with me to get a tux?”

She nodded, noticing the relieved smile on Rowan’s face at her answer.

Aelin retrieved her dying phone from the coffee table and texted Lysandra.

SOS, I need more details filled in from last night. Rowan just told me he’s going to junior prom? How did this happen?

Her phone vibrated in her hand quickly with a response. Come over. I’ll tell you everything.

~*~

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zelenacat · 3 years

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When We Were Young- An Obitine Story- Chapter 30

Satine didn’t look up at the footsteps approaching. She had tried to take back some power by not eating, but she knew that couldn’t last long, so Satine gobbled everything up that she could get.

“Duchess?”

Satine rolled over, ignoring the Count.

“Duchess?”

“Stop bothering me, Dooku.” she huffed.

“It’s us, Satine.” Anakin announced.

The Duchess rolled over so quickly she fell onto the floor.

“Ben?”

“Yes, darling,” Obi-Wan was already at the bars, “I’m here.”

Satine opened her mouth to tell him about the baby, but her lips trembled, there were too many ears.

“Let me in.” the Jedi ordered.

“Master Kenobi-”

“We’re friends, Hondo,” Obi-Wan asked, “aren’t we?”

“So it’s true then,” the pirate crossed his arms, “the children.”

“I met them,” Dooku added, answering first, “two redheads and two blondes.”

Satine growled. Anakin told the Count to shut up.

“Alright,” Hondo waved his hand, “I’ll allow it.”

Her Jedi burst through the cell door.

The Duchess reached out, “Obi!”

“Satine.” he embraced her.

Tears pricked at Satine’s eyes, her Obi-Wan was here, everything was going to be okay now.

“Lady Khaami,” Obi-Wan shook her hand, “thank you for staying.”

“Of course, Master Jedi,” Khaami smiled, “ladies are loyal to their mistresses.”

Dooku snorted. Satine lifted her head enough to see Anakin smash the Count’s head into the bars using the force.

Obi-Wan helped Satine onto the chaise, keeping an arm around her at all times.

“That’s long enough, Kenobi.”

Ignoring Hondo, the Jedi placed his forehead on Satine’s.

“Kenobi-”

“Marry me when the war is over.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“I will,” Satine guided the Jedi’s hand to her stomach, “you have my word.”

Anakin came in then and had to physically pull Obi-Wan off Satine, both Jedi were near tears.

“Look after her,” Anakin charged Khaami, “please.”

“I shall, Master Jedi,” the lady nodded, “to the best of my ability.”

Hondo helped lead Dooku out with the Jedi, but came back to Satine when he finished, by then Vizsla was gone as well.

“You have so far denied the rumors publicly about you and Kenobi having children,” he sat outside the bars, “but I have some friends who told me you paid for false birth certificates, six of them.”

Satine sighed, but it was Khaami who spoke.

“Can you imagine the scandal,” she asked, “a high profile politician and a famous Jedi General, not to mention old prejudices and what the Duchess’ enemies would do to her?”

“I am sorry, Duchess, truly, I am,” Hondo apologized, “we will try to make your stay as comfortable as possible.”

“Thank you,” Satine mumbled.

“Senator Amidala is in charge of working out a deal, so have faith,” Hondo stood, “but if you need extra blankets, food, anything-”

“What about medical needs?”

The pirate was taken aback.

“The Duchess is expecting,” Khaami explained, “that’s why Master Kenobi was loath to leave her.”

Hondo sighed.

“You still are our hope for ransom, Your Grace,” the pirate crossed his arms, “we’ll see what the Senator can do.”

The pirate stood and made to leave.

“Hondo?” Satine asked.

The criminal turned back around.

“Is there any way you will set me free, besides financially?”

Hondo sighed, “Master Kenobi is a dear friend of mine, but no, I don’t think-”

“The Queen of Zygerria is my second cousin,” I tell him, “my great aunt leads the Alderaanian House of Cortess, and my cousin, Theala Vandron, could certainly help me if she wished.”

Ohnaka raised his eyebrows.

“Can you get me communication with them,” Satine begged, “or Senator Amidala?”

The pirate sighed, “I will not show my favoritism for you, Duchess, though your offer does sound intriguing.”

Hondo left and Satine sighed.

“It’s alright, Your Grace,” Khaami smiled sadly, helping the Duchess stand, “this is surely going to be resolved.”

It took a month for a deal to be brokered, and it involved offering a Mandalorian trade contact to the pirates. Satine was horrified.

“The Duke of Sundari clearly had his reservations,” Hondo gestured, “but at least he signed it.”

The cell doors opened and Satine stood.

“I wish to bathe and change outfits.” she announced.

A couple of the pirates groaned.

“Alright,” Hondo sighed, “take your lady with you.”

The warm water felt so good to the Duchess, who was surprised to see that her baby bump was already noticeable.

“I’ll see if they have anything to help with that.” Khaami nodded.

“Thank you.”

Khaami returned with a shirt that was far too big for her.

“Why-”

“It’ll hide it,” the lady assured, “they only had pants,”

Satine caught a glance of herself in a mirror before leaving the room. She looked surprisingly well, she had been a good prisoner. Satine ate her food, slept, and cried. Her face had an unusual pallor to it and she noticed a couple strands of gray in her hair, but other than that Satine looked normal. The Duchess wondered what the cameras would see.

“Come, Satine,” Khaami took her arm, “it’s time.”

There was a Mandalorian delegation outside to meet her, Jaym and many of her personal guards all bowed as she stepped out, but then Satine noticed her son.

“Korkyrach,” the Duchess stumbled to him, “my boy, my boy.”

“You’re alright, Lady Mother,” he whispered, “you’re safe now.”

Next, Korkie kissed Khaami’s hand, and told her that Mandalore was most appreciative.

“Of course, Your Grace, it was my duty.”

Hondo cleared his throat. Satine turned, keeping an arm around her son.

“We look forward to working with you,” he smiled, “I will tell you we make great allies.”

“You are pardoned, Hondo,” Satine raised an eyebrow, “for your crimes against Mandalore. We certainly hope you can live up to your word.”

And with that she boarded her ship. Satine didn’t heave a sigh of relief until they took off. Then, she laid her head on Korkie’s shoulder.

“Did they treat you well?” he wondered.

“Friends of your father’s,” Satine mumbled quietly, “not awful, although I only got one bath.”

Korkie tried to smile at her use of humor.

“It’s alright, son of mine,” Satine whispered, “I am alright.”

The Duke of Sundari tightened his grip around his mother.

“When can I see your siblings?” the Duchess asked.

“Tristan is coming after school, and Mara’s waiting at the palace,” Korkie assured, “father is going to bring Tyra and the twins secretly tonight.”

Satine nodded, happy that she would get to see her family.

“The press is going to go crazy once we arrive,” Khaami warned, “I’ve seen a couple feeds already.”

The Duchess sighed.

“We’ll be okay,” Korkie assured, “you can walk, right?”

“Yes, my boy,” Satine straightened, “I can.”

Once they landed, the Duchess stood and took Korkie’s arm, Khaami kept a hand on her lady’s back, and they were lowered into the fray.

“Your Grace-”

“Duchess, what do you think-”

Cameras flashed, Satine winced.

“Your Grace, how would you describe-”

“Duchess-”

The guards and to push reporters aside so that Satine could get on the speeder to the palace.

“I hope this is alright,” Korkie whispered, “we wanted them to see you were alive.”

“I am.” Satine responded.

Khaami’s daughter and husband were waiting on the platform and the lady squealed when she saw them. A smile came to Satine’s face, Khaami had been so helpful these past few months, she deserved some happiness.

When the palace doors closed behind her, Satine nearly collapsed.

“Parna!”

The two embraced.

“Med bay,” Korkie told the lady, “just to be sure.”

“Hera will oversee it,” Satine decided.

The nurse was happy to see Satine, but as soon as she drew the examining curtain closed, Hera asked what was wrong.

“I’m pregnant again.” the Duchess whispered.

Hera’s eyes went wide.

“I know it’s a short time after,” Satine frowned, “will there be problems?”

The nurse hesitated, “It will be very hard on your body, and I am firmly against a corset this time.”

“A girdle?” the Duchess ventured.

Hera shook her head, “Let’s just get you a regular test, and how far along do you think you are?”

Satine frowned, “Eight, nine weeks?”

Hera pulled up Satine’s shirt and looked down at her stomach, “You’re kinda noticeable.”

“With twins it usually was three or four months.” the Duchess remembered.

“I’ll get that test,” Hera nodded, “I have some theories.”

When they got the results, Satine vomited. Hera sighed.

“I expected triplets,” she confessed, “but does your family have a history of multiple children at once?”

“My sister and I are twins,” Satine explained, “but really? Three?”

“Two boys and a girl,” Hera said, checking the test, “I suggest you take this one carefully.”

“I will.”

“We’ll give you a sonogram,” the nurse stood, “triplets are higher risk, and I don��t mean to be rude, but you’re older now.”

“I’m almost thirty-seven,” Satine swallowed, “believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Parna called out that she had Korkie and Mara with her.

“Come!” the Duchess ordered.

Satine told the kids to close their eyes, but Parna gasped when she saw the Duchess and easing the children into the truth didn’t happen.

“Mother-”

“Your father knows,” Satine held up her hands, “he came to see me in prison.”

Mara sighed, “A Jedi Council Master, his noble Mandalorian wife, and their seven children.”

“Nine,” Satine swallowed, “it's triplets.” Korkie looked horrified.

“I’ll be alright, son of mine,” the Duchess took her son’s hand, “Hera is running some tests, but tell Tristan and Tyra when they arrive.”

Korkie kissed his mother’s cheek and said he would do so, then Mara squeezed her mother’s hand.

“We’re quite a large family.” she winked.

“What till you tell your father about the triplets,” Satine sighed, “if he faints, we’ll bring him here.”

The kids laughed.

“I love you both.” the Duchess smiled.

“We love you too, Lady Mother.”

There were three children in her womb, two boys and a girl. Satine sighed, this was going to be difficult.

“All done,” the nurse smiled, “we’ll do another one in a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you, Hera,” the Duchess sat up, “we’ll see how this one goes.”

The nurse wagged her finger, “No corsets.”

“No corsets.” Satine agreed.

The Duchess spent the rest of the day in bed, and it was marvelous. The kitchens had made her favorite food, traditional Mandalorian cuisine was famous for meaty delights, and Satine did not complain. There was also her favorite imported juice and sweet fruits for dessert. The Duchess finished her meal with a happy sigh as Obi-Wan burst through the door.

“Darling,” Satine smiled, “how are you?”

The Jedi’s eyes went wide, flustered, “How are you?”

Satine laughed, “Well.”

Korkie guided his father into the room.

“I can’t believe it,” Tyra giggled, holding Lyra, “more little cuties!”

“Bring me my little cuties,” Satine held out her arms, “even my grown ones.”

Mara and Tyra handed her Jinn and Lyra.

“My oh my,” the Duchess grinned, “are you girls teething?”

Jynn and Lyra cooed happily, arms reaching up for Satine’s neck.

“You too, Tyra.” Satine ordered.

The eldest daughter kissed her mother’s cheek and sat at the end of the bed next to her father. Mara was on her left, and Korkie on her right.

“Come, Tristan.”

Her son obeyed, crawling onto the edge of the bed on Obi-Wan’s other side.

“So,” he began, “have you picked out any names yet?”

“No, actually,” Satine grinned, “but we’re open for suggestions.”

Everyone started talking at once, and Obi-Wan caught Satine’s eye.

“Alright, then,” the Duchess held up her hands, letting the twins crawl around, “there’s one more piece of information you need to know.”

Suddenly, all the children were quiet.

“Two boys and a girl.”

Cheers went up and Satine felt wholly happy. There was a warmth in her belly that wasn’t the triplets, Obi-Wan looked the same way. He held out his hand and the Duchess took it.

“I like Sylvian,” Korkie confessed, “for a boy.”

“Ooh.” Mara clapped.

“What about Jacen?” Tyra suggested.

“I like that.” Tristan agreed.

“Both suggestions are good,” Obi-Wan smiled, “but what about a girl’s name?”

No one came up with anything that really stuck, so instead, Satine asked how long her family could stay.

Tyra threw up her arms in the air, “We have the weekend off!”

“I just have some homework,” Tristan confessed, “but otherwise I’m good.”

“I’d love to stay with you, Lady Mother,” Mara’s face flinched, “I don’t have a trainer anymore.”

“Of course, Darling,” Satine held out her arms, “you can be one of my ladies!”

Mara was delighted.

“What about you, Kork?” Tyra teased.

Korkie shot Tyra a look, “I have work to catch up on.”

Obi-Wan burst into laughter.

“Nice try, son.”

Korkie shrank, “What?”

“I heard that Master Mundi’s daughter Kara has a date this weekend.”

Mara squealed, Tristan snorted.

“You know what Tristan,” Korkie crossed his arms, “how long did it take you to get Sori’s comm info?”

“Oh, you think you’re so funny!”

Mara and Tyra traded looks.

“Tyra Satine,” the Duchess began, “do you know who Sori is?”

“Yes, actually,” Tyra nodded, “Mara and I met her in the underground, she’s the heir to Zygerria, Cousin Miraj’s daughter.”

“She’s a better fighter than Tristan.” Mara added.

“You don’t know that!”

Mara raised an eyebrow.

“How’s Boba, Mara?” Tristan snapped back.

Mara crossed her arms the same way Korkie had, going on the defensive.

“He’s fine, but if you really cared, you should ask Tyra about her Sith Lord in training.”

“Don’t call him that,” Tyra pouted, “he betrayed his father and saved my life!”

Obi-Wan sighed, Satine laughed.

“Oh, Children,” she shook her head, “I’m glad you can tease each other.”

“It’s what siblings do,” Obi-Wan smiled, “or, so I’ve heard.”

Satine’s comm rang, and Obi-Wan pulled it to his hand.

“It’s from Padme.”

Satine hesitated, “Respond.”

“OH MY GOD, SATINE-”

“Padme, calm down.”

The Senator sighed and looked around.

“Oh, hi, children.”

“Hi, Auntie Padme!”

“Yo,” Anakin walked into the frame, “have you told her yet?”

Padme huffed, “Ani, you ruined the surprise!”

“Told me what?” Satine frowned.

The Senator smiled like a giddy girl, “I’m having twins.”

A moment of silence, then joyous clapping and cheers.

“Congrats, Auntie Padme!”

“Yay!”

“Obi-Wan, can you believe it,” Anakin grinned, “I’m gonna be a Dad!”

Obi-Wan snorted.

“It’s a wonderful thing, Anakin.”

“What are you having?” Satine asked Padme.

“A boy and a girl.”

Satine gasped, “We can dress all the babies up in matching outfits!”

“Oh, that would be cute,” Padme agreed, “do you know what you’re having?”

“Two boys and a girl.” Anakin looked horrified, “Triplets?”

Obi-Wan laughed, “After six a few more seems like nothing.”

“Oh really,” Satine huffed, “well then you better know how to change diapers.”

There was laughter all around, just as there was all weekend. Satine and her family played garden games, had picnics, sang, danced, and even teased Korkie about his date when he came back.

“Okay, very funny.”

It was a shame when Obi-Wan, Tyra, and the baby twins went back to Coruscant. Then Korkie and Tristan went back to school, Mara became her lady, and Satine went back to work.

“We have a problem,” the Prime Minister frowned, “it’s about your weekend off.”

“My ladies cleared my schedule,” Satine frowned, “it was free.”

“Yes,” Jaru Djarin sighed, “but the palace staff ignited the rumors about you and the Master Jedi, and the possible children.”

“What?”

“Someone overheard palace gossip and published it,” Jaru handed Satine a newspaper, “and it’s very bad.”

Alarms blared in Satine’s head.

“No-”

The palace alarms went off.

“What?” the Duchess jumped up.

Jaym’s voice appeared over the intercom, “All guards to defense stations, Seperatist ships are approaching.”

The palace went into lockdown, and Satine told all the palace staff to shelter in the cellars.

“Your Grace,” Parna puffed, “they need you in the broadcasting room.”

The Duchess and Prime Minister both gave speeches just as the first fires were shot.

“Stay calm,” the Prime Minister urged, “stay calm and find shelter.”

The conscripted soldiers from the program that Satine had put in place were sent out to usher people inside and defend the ground. Still, the Duchess was relieved when the Jedi arrived.

“This is Jedi Master Skywalker from the Jedi Temple,” a familiar voice echoed from the outside speakers, “do not be afraid, reinforcements are here.”

Mara ran to her mother, fighting against a stream of people going in the opposite direction.

“The guards are covering the windows,” she panted, “and Auntie Bo called, there’s an uprising in the underworld.”

Satine’s eyes went wide.

“Lady Mother, I know these people,” Mara cried, “I know I can help!”

The Duchess wanted to wail, “I don’t know if I can be parted from you.”

“I’ll be safe, Lady Mother,” Mara promised, “please let me go.”

Satine embraced her daughter tightly.

“My mother’s old armor is in the jewel room,” the Duchess straightened, “Parna will help you into it.”

The next thing Satine did was comm Korkie and Tristan, both of whom were sheltering in place at their schools. She knew they would very likely be safe, but Satine was still worried. Motherhood, it was annoying.

“Momdalore?” her comm beeped.

The Duchess picked it up, “Yes, Ahsoka?”

“Maul is coming to kill you, but Obi-Wan is close behind.”

The Duchess heaved a shaky breath.

“Tyra and Master Vos are coming too, they’re going to the underworld.”

Satine heaved a sigh of relief, but then her comm flew from her hand. Darth Maul crushed the device beneath his fingers, sneering at Satine.

“Duchess.” he growled.

Satine raised her chin, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” Maul droned.

Then, he picked her up by the throat, using the force, and flung her backward. She only flew a couple of feet back into the wall, but God, it hurt.

“Maul!”

Satine’s vision was blurry, but she saw a tall shape with orange hair approaching Darth Maul.

“Kenobi,” the monster smiled, pulling Satine back to his feet, “so good to see you.”

The Duchess began to vomit.

“I’ll cut your head off this time, Maul.” Obi-Wan warned.

“You’ve said that before,” the Zabrak waved dismissively, “but now, I will make you watch as I kill your Duchess.”

That’s when the Duchess realized she was reaching for her shock caltrops hidden in a pouch in her right pocket.

“Don’t touch her Maul.” Obi-Wan warned.

The Sith just laughed in response. Satine shoved her frame into Maul’s feet, causing a shift in his balance. Obi-Wan pounced, throwing her out of the way.

“Kenobi!”

Satine crawled towards the first room she saw, using the door handle to pull herself up. After spitting the remaining bile out of her throat, Satine pushed herself inside. It was a red lounge room. The Duchess sprinkled the electric caltrops in front of the door and flopped down on the couch. Her head was still slightly fuzzy and she was worried about the triplets.

“Sleep,” Satine whispered to herself, “sleep.”

She drifted in and out of consciousness to the sound of lightsabers clashing. She was finally woken up from her slumber by one word.

“Duchess.”

Satine looked up just in time to see a blue flare of light protrude from Maul’s chest. The Zabrak looked surprised, but then, he smiled.

“Ben?”

Obi-Wan threw the Sith’s body to the side and embraced her.

“Oh, Ben!”

“It’s alright, Satine,” the Jedi whispered, “you’re okay.”

Obi-Wan's comm rang.

“Dad, it’s Tyra, the Maul pulled the plug on you and Mom.”

Satine frowned, “What?”

“He likely got it from Dooku and was waiting to release it,” Quinlan added, “they sent a picture around.”

“Of us?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Yes,” Tyra answered, “from after we were taken.”

The Duchess closed her eyes, willing this to be a nightmare.

“Oh, and Mara’s with us,” Master Vos informed, “although she was hit hard on the head.”

“No!” Satine gasped.

“Prepare for a new kind of battle,” Tyra warned, “this is gonna be bad.”

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Seasick pt.3→peter Parker

Parings→peter Parker x reader

AU: best friends to lovers! Fake dating!

Summary→ when you lie to your mom about having a boyfriend before vactation peter steps in to help. But being in a fake relationship isnt as easy as you thought. especially not easy when you two have feelings for one another.

Warnings→rude comments, mostly fluff, still slowburn, and sadly I’m a slut for the one bed trope so yeah😔

A/n→ this is a little late I know! It’s also pretty long, a lot longer than I thought. I hope you enjoy! I’m going to try and do weekly updates but I’m now in school so I’m not sure how much I can update. Masterlist is coming for this soon so if you wanna be on the taglist send me an ASK!(I also lost the original seasick Taglist I’m so sorry!!)

Soft blue Hawaiian shirt, grey khakis is what Peter wore. You told him to dress casual, and even after he told may he didn't need any help packing, he was still hoping she slipped in some good outfits. He looked out the small window getting a glimpse of the waves crashing outside, it didn't help his fear, it only fed it. But he needed something to distract his mind before tonight. He was already scared of his decision even though technically it hadn't been one full day on the cruise.

“So..uh..” he turns and sits on the bed. “How long has it been since you've seen your family?” He starts a conversation.

“My mom and dad? Christmas. My sisters? Thanksgiving. And my aunts...gah i don't even know how long but...um...i talk to my aunt laya a lot so she will be the most excited.” you tell him as you slide the hoop earring through your ear. After this trip, Peter might know the most about you more than anyone in the group, that scared you a little bit.

But christmas, thanksgiving? Those were all so far away. He knew you, MJ, and Betty took a road trip for spring break so he did not question the lack of seeing your family then. The idea of not seeing your parents since christmas shocked him because he saw May almost every weekend when he wasn't busy and called her every other day. He couldn't really imagine ever not wanting to see her, he's sure that when he gets settled down one day he'll move into the neighborhood he grew up in with May nearby.

“Wow.” he mumbles to himself before his phone rings.

Two missed messages from May, a text from ned, and a notification from an app. He goes to May first. Hers simply just tell him to have fun and not stress out, call him if anything happens. Ned on the other hand is more playful.

Ned: Having fun loverboy?

Ned: You two kiss yet?

His teasing words make Peter roll his eyes and shove his phone back into his pocket.

“Who was that?” you come out of the bathroom all dressed up. The dress is long and down to your ankles but a slit going up the thigh. The soft blush that tickles your cheeks and the gloss that brings up your lips. It was almost like aphrodite crafted you herself. Your skin looked so soft and golden. At this moment, you looked so golden.

“U-Um just May.” he clears his throat and presses his lips together. You walk up to him and hold his shoulders. You stand close and lean in, he wants to press his eyes shut for this feels so much like a dream, your touch, your scent, spending a whole week on a cruise with you, all of it feels so much like a dream.

“Im taller than you.” you groan as you let go of him. He wakes up, he wakes up from his daydream and looks at you with confused eyes.

“W-What?” he stutters and you sit on the bed taking off the wedges you had just strapped on. You are already hating the dinner and you didn't even show up yet. You slip on some sandals, something easy to kick off after the night ends.

“To save you, I'm just gonna wear flats.” you tell him standing again and this time you're now eye level and face to face with him. He doesn't really understand why you can't be taller than him but you're far more stressed out about this dinner than he is.

“You look really pretty by the way.” he tells you. For your understanding hes saying this as fake peter, the fake boyfriend peter. But to him, deep down, he means it with his whole heart.

“Thanks.” you look down and then look back up at him looking at his shirt. You come up and unbutton one button so it doesn't look like he tried so hard. “You look really pretty too.” you smile and then look over to the door.

“Are you ready?” and just like that you two were off to one of the most confusing dinners of each other lives.

When you two arrived at the restaurant he immediately noticed how nice it was, all the families, couples, friends were dressed well for a night under the ocean's stars. He swallowed hard before you took him by surprise, grabbing his hand you held it tight.

“Hey,” you looked at him. “Don't be nervous okay? I'll take most of the lead, just follow me.” you told him and he nodded.

“I think it's normal for me to be nervous about meeting my fake girlfriend's family for the first time.” he laughs it off a little just thinking back to the pep talk Ned gave him before he left. Don't be scared peter, it's just (y/n). He reminds himself as he takes a deep breath.

As you two approach the table he can start figuring out whos who. He knows your mom and your dad already, he can see two women who look to be in their mid twenties who look like you, your sisters. Then he sees what seems to be your aunts at the table as well.

“Oh, (y/n) its been so long.” your sister kisses your cheek and you hum into the kiss. Her eyes then pan to peter, your biggest stressor.

“And you must be perry?” her voice is already annoyed and you groan as you're not ready for the things she's about to say to both you and peter.

“Peter, actually.” he reaches his hand out for her to take and she does with a wimp grasp. She shakes it almost as if he was sick and just wiped his nose. She looks at him with a more disgusted look, her bright red lips in more of a scrunch and she takes her hand back quickly when shes done.

“Right.” she nodded and then looked at you. “He's so…cute.” she scrunched her face before sitting back down. Ouch. Peter thought.

“Oh and the fun begins.” you whisper in his ear as you two sit next to each other. At first the two of you were stiff but then realized that would make it too obvious. He pretended to get an eyelash so it looked like you two were comfortable. His hand also rested on your shoulder as the conversion began.

“So…” your other sister who had not had a proper introduction leaned in to pay attention to you and peter. “When did you two lovebirds meet.” just by her words, she had gotten attention from half the table.

“Oh i can tell this story angel.” he rubbed your thigh for everyone to notice. He was good, better than you thought. You never took peter as a leader, especially for someone as a kid who would almost every time cry after having to present something--which he of course stopped after he got into highschool.

“We grew up together basically, I met her through our mutual friend. I'm sure you all know MJ.” he pauses and you catch your sister already rolling her eyes as she brings her wine glass to her lips. Your other sister was still amused but it was only to be polite to peter. “We spent highschool together and then we had a europe trip going into our senior year and that's where we found out we had mutual feelings but we sorta put them to rest after we--” and he goes on a little, you're more fascinated after the story with how far he told it. His hand rests on your thigh and suddenly you're relaxed with your lie.

“Wow, that's so sweet.” your youngest eldest sister, maya, hums as she takes a sip of her drink. “Like little soulmates.” she scrunches her face and once again you were annoyed. Yanked out of your paradise just like that.

“And now they go to Columbia, of course.” your older sister hums under her breath and Peter furrows his brows a little but ignores it.

“Peter majors in computer science and is minoring in physics.” you wrap your warm around his shoulders and get close. “He had all A’s last semester and is top of the class, he also works at the stark tower, he maintained an internship there every summer in highschool.” you kiss his cheek.

“And he went for you?” your sister asks in the most petty way possible.

Peter didn't have any siblings, his closest thing to a brother was Ned, his closest thing to a sister was probably betty. He knew families could argue, have feuds, but he never thought a sister would be this rude to another. Especially not an older sister to a younger one.

“Yeah he did-” you start but your mother glares you a look. Peter's hand rests a little more harshly on your thigh to remind you he was here.

“You should be giving (Y/N) a reason to stay then, she talked about transferring to NYU at thanksgiving. (Y/N) are still planning on transferring?” Peter's eyes went straight to yours after your mother's words. Did MJ know? Did Betty know? Did Ned know? Were you going to transfer without telling anyone? He even notices how your face goes from smiling to scared and shocked after your little secret is revealed.

“I-uh,” you look over at peter. Your sister smirks almost like she was glad. “I'm still thinking.” you chuckle off and look down at your dress, you look down at peters hand.

“All of us transferred mom, it's only natural she’ll do the same.” your sister says with a sigh, a more evil one and peter knew that too.

The table started on something else again. taking the focus away from you two as they started talking about your sister and her life. You were just glad that things didn't go too far.

You and Peter eat in silence. This was probably some of the best food in his life but it was hard to enjoy because of all the things happening.

“(y/n) you should try a juice cleanse,” your sister chipped in. “i heard it helps lose weight and with stress.” she gives a smile and even through your sisters pretty eyes, soft hair, coconut scent, and beautiful summer dress, she was still the worst.

Peter starts to open his mouth but you quickly push him back a little as a smile rises to your own lips.

“No, I don't think I will.” you tell her before going back to eating the same pasta you've been ordering on this cruise since you were 16.

How could sisters be so mean to each other, especially at such an old age. Peter was shocked by the comments about him to you. Maybe the reason you never brought them up was to save yourself, to spare yourself the pity.

He watches as your dad pays the bill, he watches as the family gets up and you do too. Your mom pulls you in for a kiss and hug before she sends you off for the night, the sister who did the least teasing gave you a hug but peter a most lasting one with a kiss to his check which made you roll your eyes. Your eldest sister gave you a quick hug before giving Peter a fake smile, and your aunt who barely spoke the whole night pulled Peter into a hug first.

“Take care of her kiddo, she deserves it.” she whispers into his ear and he gives him a soft nod and smile.

“I will.” was probably some of the truest words to come out of his mouth the entire night.

The hotel door slams shut and you once again make your way to the bathroom. Leaving peter in the middle of the room he turns on the T.V. and starts to unbutton his shirt. At this point he doesn’t know how things will go, he thought it was just going to be a family who was excited to see him, not ones who will tear each other down.

As a kid, Peter dreamed of siblings. Having a brother and a sister, playing airplanes with them and maybe getting into fights over toys but nothing like this. That’s why he’s always dreamt of his own family one day too, he wants one but is always conflicted with his secondary job as the cities hero.

He takes off his shirt and throws it into the suitcase, he picks up an old AC/DC one from years ago but still was comforted by it.

“Hey pete I’m out of the—woah—“ you cover your eyes as you just saw him half naked. He immediately covers himself up with the shirt, a look of shock takes over his face as he burns red and his mouth drops open.

“S-Sorry! I didn’t know that you would come out—“ he stuttered and then slid on his shirt.

“I’m just gonna…take the couch…” you grab a pillow and he stops you.

“Why?” He asks as he crawls into the left side of the bed.

“Because it’s one bed, and besides I dragged you into this mess the least I can do is give you the bed.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“You said the bed is big enough for the both of us remember? So it’s fine we won’t touch each other.” He shrugs and you give him a look of defeat. “After everything tonight I think you deserve it.” He told you and you sighed climbing into the bed. The sheets feel just as soft as last summers, the cotton plump around your body and the bed memory foam. Makes you think your dorm bed is a rock. Makes peter almost fall asleep instantly as he’s never felt anything like this before expect the times he sleeps at the stark tower.

“Sorry about tonight.” You fumble with the sheets. He bites down on his lip before answering.

“You never told me about any sisters, you never told anyone about any sisters.” He says and you take a deep breath.

“Can you blame me?” You chuckle and his eyes filled with pain for you, he sees how much the friend group really means to you now, how you use them as an escape from your normal life. But a luxury life like this couldn’t be so awful all the time could it?

“I mean sisters fight don’t they?” He tries to help but you rub your face in response.

“Yeah, over toys and makeup, hair straighteners and shampoos, maybe school and boys but you’ve only seen the surface of them peter. if you thought that was bad come back on Friday and tell me what you think.” You roll to the other side. Peter wants to reach out and touch you, he wants to touch the hair that fell loose, he wants to comfort you so you don’t hurt the whole time.

“What did my aunt Layla say anyways?” You asked from the other side and his heart begs to tell the truth but he can’t blow the cover, can’t make things awkward.

“Just..she was happy. Tis’ all.” He told you and you seemed to believe it.

“Thank you for everything by the way.” You turn back to him and look at him fully. You never noticed how he has a scar on his eyebrow, or all the freckles that paint his face, or even the colors of his eyes are different on the outside. You never noticed anything until now. “You’re really, really good at this.” You told him with a soft chuckle.

“You too.” He nods, swallowing hard he watches you turn back to your side and leave him be. Soon enough he can hear your snores and drifts off himself.

Day one down and he knew this would be the longest week of his life.

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erinhime83 · 3 years

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So…so, since someone managed to get my muse all Sailor Moon happy, I figured I’d take the time to complete a couple of design sheets I’ve had sitting around for, like, a couple of years. So, yeah, while this seems like this might have been an undertaking, they were all pretty much done around the same time as when the Sailor Aeolus design went up, except the last two. I just had been too lazy to really finish them to be put on deviantArt.

I mean, it wasn’t that much of an undertaking to begin with, seeing as they’re all basically the same design, so it involved a lot of copy/pasting. ;P

The only thing that I did to them for this was change their casual designs from their school uniforms to actual clothes because I had the idea of taking the school angle away and just make the story take place on, say, Aeolus, but I decided that doesn’t work 100% with what I have planned, but still. Maybe they don’t have uniforms?

I also did up the last two recently, but again, it didn’t take that much effort. I just wanted to design the main villain, and then figured I might as well toss in her teammate as well.

Sailor Aeolus/Aeris Anemone/Erin O’Colley – CLEARLY, I didn’t do much to her since the last design other than changing up her civilian outfit like I mentioned. I still love the idea of her hair being magically altered so no one knows she’s actually the princess Aeris (and I like how Aeris and Erin sound close enough that it’d make sense for her to adapt a more common name in hiding), but then the Millennium Crystal negates the magic and reveals the Aeolian royal family is quite alive and well.

Basically, when Aeris was young, her planet was attacked by the previous Sailor Nemesis, who did a hell of a lot of damage before the previous Sailor Aeolus (Aeris’ mother) faced her down. The explosion that ended the fight ended Nemesis, and the common belief was that it ended Aeolus as well. And since her family was nearby, they thought they had all died as well. Aeolus took her family and hide them in order to protect them because of this, and the general idea was that the power of Aeolus was lost.

And yet, no one really thought much about the fact that this girl who was around Aeris’ age shows up at the Academy with the power of Aeolus, go figure. They really just thought the power transferred to her instead of simply being reborn. Erin (Erin being the nickname her commoner father gave her when she was born) is actually unremarkable as far as students are concerned – she’s a model student, sure, but she’s honestly just another face in the crowd to most people. At least until it’s discovered she’s the lost princess of Aeolus. For some odd reason, despite just having the power of Wind, Aeolus is considered extremely powerful and people want her power. Doubly so with the Millennium Crystal.

Sailor Gaios/Terra Fitz – I think it’s funny how this character is now required to be dark skinned, no matter what form it is. ;P I like her eyeliner, and I have no idea why I gave it to her, lol.

So Terra is Erin’s best friend/roommate. They started at the Academy at the same time, and have been together ever since. Terra actually comes from a species that’s, like, 75% women, which, of course, changed the gender dynamic. Since there’s so few men, no one really settles down with them because they need to be available to, you know, continue the species and all that. Most couples are lesbian, obviously.

Terra comes from a different sort of family. Her parents settles together, and even had another child. Full blooded siblings are highly unusual. As such, Terra’s upbringing was different than most of her people, and while she’s definitely a tomboy, she’s not exactly one-of-the-guys, either. Mostly, this is important just because the previous Gaius was her aunt rather than her mother. Her aunt never had any children, which is why the power went to her instead.

Terra is fiercely loyal to Erin, and people always think she has a crush on the redhead, but they’re really just BFFs. Due to her tomboy nature, Terra is very hands on with combat, and is a bit of a tank in the group.

Aegir/Nereus Knight/Seamus Triteia/Patrick McHaley – Yeah, he’s got a lot of names. >.< But I guess it makes sense considering it’s the only male and he’s a villain hiding amongst the heroes. Sorta.

So before the attack on Aeolus, there was an uprising on Nereus that ended up displacing the Nereis royal family on Aeolus. Seamus and Aeris basically grew up together because of this, resulting in them becoming super close. However, when Aeolus was attacked, Seamus was captured and brought to the evil people in order to be brainwashed into helping them.

A little spoiler alert, but the brainwashing actually didn’t take full effect. He just sort of acts like it did because it makes his life a little easier. He developed a dark form of his power and took on the name Aegir, and fights alongside the villains for a while. However, they decided to have him infiltrate the Academy, and he took on the alias Patrick McHaley. (Due to the fact that Nereids don’t believe in marriage, no one actually knows who Seamus’ father actually is, except for Seamus and his mother, so he adapts his father’s surname as his alias.)

While at the Academy, he ends up becoming really close with Erin (of course), and decides to join her even before it’s revealed that she is actually his first love. When he gains his own Millennium Crystal, it wipes away the evil form and reveals him to be Nereus Knight. Except, like I said, he was never evil to begin with, so…yeah.

Sailor Helios/Angelia De Helios – I really could have given her a more ‘alien’ form, but I figured I needed to separate her from Aerona, sadly.

Sadly, I don’t have that much on the last members of the team. She’s bubbly and happy and optimistic. The only bit of drama she has going for her is the fact that her sister disappeared some time ago, and she’s been searching for her off and on when she can.

Sailor Aethos/Sunny Colours – I really love Sunny’s design. I think it’s funny I took the Iris name from her, but still gave her the rainbow hair, go figure. But hey, she’s a soldier of light, and like refracts and it still totally works! I really like her civilian outfit. While it was stolen from someone else, I might have to find a use for it elsewhere…well, in this form, to be precise. ^^;

Sunny probably has the most normal life. Her sister doesn’t care for her very much, but otherwise, no much has happened in her life other than her becoming Sailor Aethos. She enjoys being the guardian of her planet, and I believe her claim to fame is the fact that she’s the first to get a Millennium Crystal.

Sailor Erebus/Melody Draga- Melody is Erin’s cousin through her mother/Erin’s father. Which is impressive, since her father is, like, 1000 years old. Basically, her parents met because Seren has business on Aeolus, and Amelia was visiting her brother, and sort of caught the eye of Seren briefly. They had a bit of fun which resulted in Amelia becoming pregnant and Seren bringing her back to Erebus with him.

Except she was one of many concubines/wives. Melody was raised sort of separated from the rest of her half-siblings, although her father did care for her. But she was a Halfling and the child of a commoner, so she was looked down upon. So everyone was surprised when it turned out to be her that inherited the Erebus power.

Melody is actually the only one who knows Erin’s true identity, but that’s mostly because she guessed/knew of Aeris’ nickname. Aeris was pretty much her only friend growing up until her ‘death’, so she and Erin became really close at the Academy. She’s also the second one to gain her Millennium Crystal.

Sailor Thanatos/Alex Lea – It’s sort of obvious that I based her hair off the Earthia Thanatians. I just thought it would be funny. But I differentiated them by giving her normal skin.

Thanatos was an unknown member of the team until very recently. They hadn’t known about the Academy or the other members for, like, ever, so the previous Thanatos’ have just sort of been winging it. They were rather surprised to learn they were actually a part of a team and very eager to send Alex off to the Academy to meet them.

The previous Thanatos is Alex’s grandmother, since the power skipped a generation. She actually joined the Academy at the very start of the story, which is why her first form is a lot older than the others. She hadn’t figured out her second form yet, but she figures it out very quickly with the help of the others. She generally feels out of place because she hasn’t been around the whole time, but the others are very exciting to have her around and love being with her, and are very welcoming.

Sailor Nemesis/Topaz – Ugh, I love this design! It absolutely sucks that she’s a villain. >.< Don’t ask me why I gave her species horns while trying to make everyone human-eque. I just thought it’d look cool.

So, obviously, Topaz lost her mother in the attack on Aeolus, and she one hundred percent blames Erin for this fact since she’s the one who now holds the power her mother sought. Her entire reason for being is to get revenge for her mother’s death, which is one reason she sends Aegir to the Academy to get dirt on her.

She’s also completely in love with Seamus, which is one of many reasons he was abducted in the first place. He obviously shows no feelings for her, since he’s always been in love with Aeris, but that doesn’t stop her from acting like they’re destined.

She’s actually a very competent villain, but once Aeolus started to get involved in her schemes, she’s started to get a little sloppy, which is why, of course, the guardians are always able to get the upper hand over her. I was thinking about giving her a Millennium form as well, but decided to keep that to be something only Aeolus and her team can achieve.

Sailor Eris/Morrisa de Helios – Again, I love this design sheet, and hate that the best designs are being used for the villains, lol. This one has the best concept to boot.

So, obviously, Eris is Helios’ lost sister. Basically, she was rather angry about the fact that her younger sister is the one who inherited the Helios power, and ran away. She ended up coming across the previous Eris over there, who decided to bestow the power to her.

See, while the other powers are always inherited, usually between family members, the Eris power is always given. It’s the reason why her secondary color is different from the previous form. Morrisa sort of hates playing second fiddle to Topaz, but she also doesn’t mind because she considers Topaz a close friend.

(I got a laugh at the thought of Topaz making them have sort of matching dressed and then wear the same shoes because she 100% would do something like that.)

Morrisa isn’t necessarily a bad person, just misguided and a little vengeful, which is why she works well with Topaz. She’s not a huge fan of Aegir, but tolerates him for the most part, but feels hurt when he does got and betray him, since he was just always…there.) Oh, and she does care for her little sister, which makes her missions interesting when she’s around.

I was enjoying thinking about this story and was actually considering maybe doing a fan-fic for NaNo this year, lol. But I figure I might as well toss up the designs somewhere rather than sitting on them for another three years, and it might as well be Tumblr, right? (Tumblr tends to keep the file size and not just have the shrinked version years later XD)

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 4 years

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Can you save me from this nothing I've become?

Pairing: Kook!JJ x Pogue!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Life Swap AU. JJ grew up as a sheltered boy in a golden cage in Figure Eight and doesn’t even have a clue how life in the Cut is like. That is until he meets you, the perfect example for life in an abusive household drowning in poverty.

Warnings: A little bit of sadness, mentions of abuse, mostly fluffy tho

Available on: AO3

A/N: @outabanks asked me to write this for her so I tried. It’s a little different from anything else I’ve written so far and it was quite hard to find a tone for JJ now that he didn’t grow up in a physical abusive home and probably wouldn’t react with so much violence. I went with him feeling trapped, lonely and just sad inside due to him more suffering from emotional abuse. Also, switching POVs! Have fun!

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“Yes, Charlotte, I make sure to pick out my best outfit.” JJ groaned at his stepmother and went to his own bathroom to take a shower.

She was really annoying sometimes but after his mother and father divorced, he had been quick to replace her to maintain the image, dragging his mother’s name through mud in the process.

Figure Eight was a place where you grew up comfortably and never had to worry about a thing, at least on the outside.

JJ had grown up as the typical rich kid, getting everything he wanted. Problem was, he had been showered with money, not love, meaning he was missing what was most important. Back when his mother was still here, she had been the only person to show him what life really meant but she hadn’t been around for too long. Actually, he never got to know why she had left.

When Charlotte had married his father, it got even worse. Money here, fancy clothes there. She had never been a mother to him, she also never even tried as she wasn’t interested in him and only the money his dad had.

Whatever, he didn’t care about her either, he just wished she would leave him in peace once in a while but whenever he planned to go outside and do something she always came running and told him how to dress so he would look the best.

Tomorrow was another charity event and she had been stressing about the right clothes for weeks and he wouldn’t have any of it.

JJ got out of the shower with a sigh, towel around his waist and hair still dripping a little on the floor beneath him. He knew he had a good life, technically but sometimes he wondered how it felt to be a normal kid, growing up downtown or the Cut. He had never been down there actually, only heard that people from the Cut were poor but in comparison to the people from Figure Eight, poor couldn’t be too bad, right?

The reason he had never been down there was his father. He might look like the perfect father on the outside but on the inside, he was rotting away, fueled by his addiction for money and a wealthy lifestyle. One wrong step and JJ would suffer, in either emotional and very rarely physical way.

He was trapped in a golden cage he couldn’t escape until he was old enough which would still take a few more years. He just had to hold on, pretend to like his life when they were in public and just be done with it.

“We’re off then, son. See you tomorrow!” his father yelled from downstairs as JJ got dressed in some loser clothes so he could enjoy his time home alone.

“Yeah, have fun,” he said nonchalantly, not really caring about them leaving to visit the Cameron’s to talk about some preparations for tomorrow.

When he heard the front door shut he let out a sigh of relief and lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. They wouldn’t be back until past midnight, that’s always how it went.

It was the perfect time to think about how lonely he actually was. His parents divorced, his mother not even calling or writing him, his dad only caring about money and his new wife. Friends? Sadly none. Kook Academy wasn’t the place where he wanted to be and he had a hard time blending in. It was a place where everyone was so narcissistic and wanted to show off all they had. Also really competitive people. Who had the bigger car, who had the more expensive outfit, things like that.

The only person he rarely talked to at events was Kiara, a wealthy girl from the neighborhood next to his own. He heard that she was hanging around with the Pogues in the Cut but he never asked her about it. They mostly just saw each other, nodded briefly and started drinking together. He listened to her rambling about saving turtles in a drunken state later on while he made flirty comments she always shut down very quickly. It was a simple way to pass the time while trying to get through the evening.

His father told him to befriend the Cameron’s but to be honest? No. Wheezie was just a little girl, Sarah was the princess around here and he had no desire to walk around with royalty and get judged by only that. Rafe was a dick, he had actually tried to befriend him when they were younger but that boy had massive issues.

So yep, loneliness it was. On the outside, his life was perfect but on the inside he was struggling. One day he would escape, go to the mainland and do his own thing. He wanted to get far away from Outer Banks and his father, all these riches he had. There was enough money on his own bank account to help him get started but JJ wanted to work with his own hands, get dirty, live the life he wanted.

Suddenly he heard a crash in the front yard and he shot up from his bed, opening the door to his balcony and looked outside, trying to see something in the darkness. It took a moment for his eyes to get used to the missing light before he scanned the garden. A vase was shattered to the left and to the right…

Shit!

Someone was face down in their pool and it looked like they weren’t moving.

JJ rushed downstairs and to the garden, quickly jumping in to get the person out. He put the body down next to the pool, slapping the cheek slightly. Luckily enough he had been quick enough and the person was waking up, spitting out a little bit of water.

“I don't think it’s the best time to take a swim,” he said while he sat there on his knees, looking over at the girl that couldn’t be older than he was.

She wasn’t answering, just looking at him for a moment before closing her eyes again, passing out once more.

When you woke up, you had no idea where you were. The bed under you felt softer than your own and you had a huge headache. Also, you were wearing comfortable clothes for some reason. Still a dream? Maybe.

You slowly opened your eyes, afraid that feeling of warmth would be gone now but it didn’t vanish. As you were looking around you noticed a boy on the ground, wrapped in a blanket and you blinked.

Looking down at your body told you that you were totally not wearing your own clothes. These were really fine and soft, it almost felt like they were giving you a warm hug.

It took awhile for you to connect the dots but then your face turned white. The boy on the ground had seen you naked.

“Perv!” you suddenly yelled and threw the pillow behind you at him which caused him to stir.

“What the fuck,” he mumbled and got up and for the first time, you got a good look at these blue eyes and the messy, blonde bed hair. “This is what I get for saving your ass?”

Saving your ass? You frowned and now that you thought about it, you had no idea what had happened last night after you ran away from home. You knew you had been drinking to try and stop the pain but then it all went black.

“What do you mean?” you asked and tilted your head a little to the side like a lost puppy.

“Apparently you were either really fond of having a swim or trying to drown yourself in my pool,” he said while he got up, stretching and showing off his body to you. Of course he was not wearing a shirt, why would he. It was too hot for that anyway. He was too hot. Shit, focus!

“I wasn’t drowning myself,” you said even though you wished that had worked.

Silence fell over you for a moment while he just stood there, looking at your miserable form before he rubbed the back of his neck and looked clearly uncomfortable.

“Look, I’ve seen the bruises…,” he started and you looked back at him, clenching your jaw. Of course he had seen the bruises, he had seen you naked and they were quite visible all over your body.

“It’s nothing. Where are my clothes? I want to leave.” You didn’t want to stay here and talk to a stranger that apparently saved you from drowning. Oh. That was probably why you were wearing different clothes, he had taken care of them so you wouldn’t get a cold. Well, not exactly the first thought you had but thank god you still had your virginity.

“Do you need help?” he asked softly and crouched in front the bed which caused you to frown. No one had ever asked you that. It took a long moment before you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be fine.” You nodded and got out of bed which made him stand up again. He was taller than you were and you bit your bottom lip while looking around in his room some more. This was clearly not the Cut. This looked like a Figure Eight house. Oh god, had you wandered that far?

“Can I make you breakfast at least? My parents are still asleep,” he said and you chewed on your lip a little before you nodded. Your stomach was dying inside as you hadn't eaten in two days because your aunt prefered to let you starve while she spent all her money on alcohol and drugs. You wished your parents were still alive but that wasn’t an option.

“Alright, wait here, I’ll bring you some up.” With that he was already gone and you went back under the soft blanket. If you would stand up more your head was probably going to explode and you would fall due to it’s spinning non stop. Laying down was good. Sitting upright a little was good too.

You had never seen this boy before which wasn’t a surprise given that you had been to Figure Eight only one or two times with Kiara. The Pogues were the only reason to get out of bed in the morning but currently, they were all doing their own thing which was fine but also made you sad a little.

The blonde boy was up quicker than you thought and he put the tray down on your legs with a smile.

“I’m JJ, by the way,” he said as he grabbed the chair from his desk and rolled it over, taking one of the plates from the try to put some food on it.

You blinked at all the food in front of you and you were sure you hadn’t seen that many at once, at least not something you were allowed to eat. Bread buns, scrambled egg, different kinds of sausages and grapes. He must have noticed how skinny you were.

“I’m (y/n),” you simply said while staring at the food, not even sure if you could eat but when you looked at him eating and he smiled at you, you couldn’t stop yourself.

It was a feast for you. Did he always have breakfasts like that? God, what a lucky person.

“Nice to meet you, (y/n). Wanna tell me now why you were swimming in my pool at midnight?” he asked and grinned a little. He wanted to get details but he didn’t want to completely ruin the mood, something you could appreciate.

You didn’t know him and you weren’t easily trusting a person but he saved you, made you breakfast and you would probably never see him again, so you kinda owed him, right? Also he had already seen the bruises and given all the books he had in his room, he seemed to be a smart boy that had figured it all out on his own already.

“I was trying to get away from life,” you mumbled with your mouth full and he raised an eyebrow at that. “Got beat up, didn’t eat for two days, ran away to drink the pain away and then it went all black but it seems like I wanted to get a look at a life I’ll never have and then I somehow ended up in your pool. I wasn’t trying to drown myself, I promise.”

Well, the mood he had been trying to maintain was totally ruined by your words now. You spoke them so casually like they were no big deal but you saw how his eyes widened and he stopped eating while you still continued. Yes, your life was pure shit but it would be okay one day. One day you’d get out of your aunt’s death grip and get the life you deserved.

“I-,” he started but didn’t seem to be able to finish so you waved off.

“It’s fine. It happens. Something you can’t understand, no offense.” He was living a good life full of privileges and riches, of course he wouldn’t understand what you went through and that was okay. You didn’t want his pity, he didn’t seem to care about people at the Cut anyway.

“I might not understand your life but you obviously don’t understand my life either,” he chuckled and took some grapes to eat. You raised both eyebrows at him, what did he mean? Apparently he could read the face you were making and continued. “Life here isn’t all that great either. I may not suffer from a lot of physical abuse but emotional one. Being rich isn’t always good, ya know.”

“I’d kill for being rich,” you blurted out and it made him laugh. He had a beautiful laugh but it also sounded really sad for some reason.

“Yeah, that’s probably how a lot of people here became rich.” That made you laugh too, he was probably right. You knew a few Kooks that looked like they had killed for their wealth.

You both ate in silence and when you were done, he put the tray away to look at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place.

“Where are my clothes?” you asked to break the stare and he nodded.

“I’ll get them, one second,” he said and walked over into a room which was...his bathroom? God, he even had his own bathroom. What the fuck.

JJ came out with them again and they looked so much cleaner than before. “Did you wash them?” you asked because it didn’t look like it was just the pool water.

“Yeah, they looked like they needed it,” he said and put them over the bed. When you grabbed them you felt how soft they were now after the cleaning and you smiled a little to yourself. They also smelled really good.

You got out of the bed and pressed past him into the bathroom so you could get changed. When you came out of it again you felt old and new at the same time. Thankfully, the headache was slowly fading away.

“Alright, thanks for saving me, I’ll be off then,” you exclaimed as you had occupied him enough now. He already knew more about you than a stranger should and you had to get out of here before he tried to play your savior.

You had already a hand at the doorknob when he reached out to you, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving. Of course he had to do that.

“I know this isn’t any of my business but if you ever need help, come here, okay? I’ll try my best,” he said and normally you would huff at such an offer as you had been disappointed so many times in your life but for some reason, he sounded so absolutely genuine that you nodded. You believed him but you also had no desire to get back here any time soon. Figure Eight wasn’t the place you wanted to be, it only reminded you of what could have been but wasn’t.

“Thanks,” you mumbled and he let go of you.

Two weeks had passed and he couldn’t get the girl out of his head. There had been something that made him want to save her even though she seemed to be the kind of girl that didn’t want saving.

Something deep inside of him was screaming at him to find you and that’s exactly what he did right now. His father would kill him but he didn’t care anymore. It was like there was a strange bond that was pulling him closer to you and away from the life he didn’t want.

The Cut was different than he had expected. During his sheltered life, downtown had been the only area he had visited, it was almost like an invisible wall that his father had placed here, not allowing him to go any further. As a kid he had been curious about it but after a while of useless attempts to convince his father he had given up on getting to know the rest of the island.

He couldn’t say why he didn’t try again now that he was older. Maybe he really wasn’t interested anymore after all those years. Maybe it was his father’s voice that was echoing in his head the closer he got to that invisible wall.

Until he broke through it. He drove past that magical line that had kept him and suddenly he saw what was really going on. They weren’t just a little less fortunate than the people from Figure Eight. His dad had lied to him and he felt sick for a moment.

He drove past small shacks, some looking like they would get blown away by the next storm. They were just poor and lived in poverty. Well, maybe not all of them but the further he drove away from the downtown area the more sad and wild it looked around him. There was also a strange feeling of freedom to it, he couldn’t really describe it.

Figure Eight was all beautiful houses and big mansions, perfectly cut grass, cars and pools. Everything had to be perfect but this? Lots of people didn’t care about their grass, he saw some old cars and trucks, some people had a small boat but nothing compared to the yacht his father owned. It was so different and he hated himself for never coming here. When did he become such an ignorant person?

Something suddenly jumped out of the bushes to the right and he hit the breaks, barely stopping in front of the person who was standing right in front of his car, looking straight at him.

“What the fuck?!” the girl yelled and he would always recognize that voice, it had almost burned into his soul. She was so different from everything he knew. Looks like the string that was pulling him had reached its destination.

Great, now some idiot tried to run you over while you were busy running away from Barry. This couldn’t get any worse. You were about to keep running when you saw who got out of the car. It was the blonde pretty boy with the sad eyes from Figure Eight that you kept dreaming about for the last two weeks. A wink of destiny? Either way, it looked like he was your escape.

JJ got out of the car and smiled at you, slowly coming over to you, probably wanting to make sure you were okay but he barely scraped you.

“JJ?” you asked in disbelief and he chuckled a little. It was weird to see him here, out of place, so far away from home.

“If I wouldn’t know any better I’d say you tried to get him by a car this time,” he said and laughed when he saw you glare. You really didn’t have time for this bullshit. Yes, being dead would be better sometimes given your circumstances but right now you’d prefer to prevent that.

You threw a look behind you and then back at him. “In the car,” you hissed and shoved him back to his side of the car while you got in on the other side.

“Drive,” you said and looked out to the right side where you had been coming from but he looked at you confused.

Barry came out of the bushes and you turned around to JJ in a split second, pressing your lips against his, hoping to make Barry think that it was just a rich couple that came down here to make out. He wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake after all.

When you saw him leave out of the corner of your eye you sighed into the kiss but only slowly moved away. JJ’s lips felt good, pressed against yours like it was the only thing he had ever wanted.

Reality hit and you pulled back, swallowing slightly. “Sorry uhm...just needed to distract that guy,” you mumbled and licked your lips, still tasting him.

“What was that about?” he asked and seemed a little dumbfounded by the sudden kiss.

“I was running from our local drug dealer,” you explained like it was the most normal thing to do. Maybe you had stolen him some money but you only wanted food and you knew where he stored it so you might as well just borrow it. For a very long time.

“You could have just hidden on the backseat, you know,” he teased and wiggled his eyebrows which caused you to slap him slightly against the shoulder.

“It was a distraction kiss, nothing else. Don’t let it get to your head,” you said ang took a deep breath when you felt your body relax.

“What now? Any place I can drive you to?” he suddenly asked and you looked over at him, thinking for a moment. You’d be safe with John B and the others as you wanted to meet up later anyway. You nodded and gave him some quick directions.

“So, what are you doing here?” you asked and watched him drive. He had such a pretty face if those eyes wouldn’t be so sad. You wondered why he was like that, he had everything you could wish for and yet, he was still so sad.

“Actually, I was looking for you. I also had never been down to the Cut, my father always keeping me from it so I wanted to take a look.” His voice was so smooth and you had the urge to just press your lips against his once more.

What the fuck was going on in your head? God, that needed to stop, he was a Kook after all. No good came from them.

“Why were you looking for me?” It was beyond you why he would come here only to find you. You were just some girl he had saved from her own stupidity. On the other hand, you couldn’t deny that you hoped to see him again shortly after you had left his place back then. There had been something about him that was pulling you closer and those dreams you had weren’t for nothing. He was special in a way you couldn’t describe just yet.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I just had the feeling I had to,” he said and it confirmed your feelings. He also didn’t really know what he was doing here, just like you didn’t know why you wanted him here.

It was a strange connection that had formed within a couple of hours two weeks ago, a connection that didn’t break. Normally people meet other people, establish some kind of relationship between them. Acquaintances, friends, work colleagues, stuff like that. Sometimes you just meet a stranger, talk to them and then break the connection off.

That’s what you thought this would be but the connection was still there, it was deep in your bones and your mind.

Stupid Kook, about to turn your world around.

You arrived at the Chateau where John B was already coming over before JJ could turn the motor off. He obviously wasn’t used to such cars arriving at his place, that’s why you got out first.

“It’s me!” you yelled and JB visibly relaxed before taking another look at the car and the boy coming out of there.

“Who’s that?” he asked and frowned at you but you just waved off.

“That’s JJ. He saved me, two times to be exact. He’s cool.” You waved JJ over and he followed you step to John B. You gave him a quick hug and then saw how JJ held out his hand.

You glared at John B and he groaned slightly before shaking JJ’s hand.

“I don’t know why you’d bring a Kook here,” he grumbled and you hit his arm slightly.

“I told you, he is cool. He’s pool boy.” You might have mentioned that accident to your friends without any names or mentioning that your blonde savior was a Kook. Oops.

“Pool boy?” a female voice said while coming out of the house and you waved at Kie.

“Kiara?” JJ suddenly said and looked over at her, watching how she stopped in her tracks. You looked between the two of them forth and back.

“JJ?” Yup, they totally knew each other.

“Donkey?” you threw in and laughed a little at your Shrek reference, causing the others to laugh too.

“You know each other?” John B said in choir and the both nodded.

“Yeah, he’s the guy that keeps me grounded at all the Kook events. We drink and make it through the night somehow. He’s cool,” Kiara explained and JJ nodded in agreement.

“See, told you,” you teased John B and he just rolled your eyes. He sometimes acted like a big brother when he wasn’t drowning in his own shit.

“Are you staying? I know what it feels like to be a Kook, so I might as well show you my escape”, Kiara said and JJ rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

You laughed a little because he seemed so out of place right now but you could tell he probably needs an escape from life once in a while.

“Okay, show me,” JJ said and you grinned at him. It was a reckless thing to do, taking a Kook in but technically, Kiara was one too and if she and JJ got along, he would also get along with Pope and John B. It might just take a while but it would be okay.

There was this feeling inside of you that was telling you to help him, to make his eyes look sad and to hear a genuine laugh from him.

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Pintaga (a summer fic challenge)

Fresh fruit. Friends to lovers. Longing.

a/n: it’s finally here! This piece of writing couldn’t happen without the one and only @helladirections. She organized this amazing challenge and you guys should read everything from her and this challenge. Please, don’t forget to reblog, this is my first fic in a very long time and I would love to see people reading it.

word count: 8k

Preview:

In the air Harry could smell the jasmines, coming from the perfume of the girl with the blue heart shaped sunglasses and dressed with a yellow one piece with little white flowers sewed to it - a vintage piece she got just the day before on a thrift shop when they were exploring. He could listen to the faint Mick Jagger voice repeating the verse “pretty pretty girl” and he couldn’t disagree, she was a pretty girl indeed.

There was nothing he wanted more than get her in his arms, tell her he didn’t know it was possible to fall in love without even kissing the person for a first time. He wanted to press his nose into her neck and feel the shivers that would pass through her body.

When Harry had to postpone his tour, he was sad. But, when 2021 finally came, he was just so happy to be able to reconnect with his fans. To see people’s faces and knowing that each person has their own story to tell when they listen to his songs. He loves that.

It was during tour that he met Angelino, a new music producer with very different methods in his technique: zither in a mix with glam rock, alfaias with hip hop. To put it short: they became fast friends when they met on a night out after the Vegas show.

And it was thanks to Angelino he met her. It was raining so much when the words left his friends mouth “I want you to meet someone” yet she was the sunshine walking inside the hotel.

She wasn’t shy but also didn’t do everything to draw any attention to her. Harry was captivated to say at least. Maybe was her smile or maybe was the way she looked with such care when taking to anyone. Sadly, they couldn’t see each other for longer than a few hours. Harry had a plane to catch, she was a movie and arts major in Italy and was only there to visit a friend. But Harry just couldn’t let her go, there was something about her, he wanted to know what was hidden behind those colorful outfits she wore and all the smart talk they had during that same rainy afternoon. Being in his position he had to be careful, what he would give to be “normal” for just 5 minutes so he could flirt with this cute girl, get her number and maybe ask her on a date. But he wasn’t. So he settled with an Instagram follow and a promises she would dm him books and movies he should check it up.

The first book she made him read was Dorian Gray - she was shocked to know he never read anything by Oscar Wilde. In exchange he tried to make this curious stubborn girl give Murakami a second chance (she still hates the book and he couldn’t lie, he got a bit sad about it).

After a few months of conversation he finally gave in and asked for her number. From this day on, they would never stop texting each other, to the point Jeff would complain about how “he’s always on his phone and never actually listening”.

He got so close to her and was admired with how free she was. After 20 something years stuck in her hometown she decided she wanted to met the world. Entered this course in Italy with a scholarship (she is very smart to the point it Harry is intimidated) and never looked back.

Harry told her about his first big break up, that inspired Fine Line, told her about his fears and how love is a difficult subject when it comes to him. The loving part it’s easy the problem is when the enchantment dies and all there is left are two broken people. The one to move on first it’s always the happiest.

But he couldn’t always live on his phone talking to this girl who makes him weak in the knees. He had interviews to attend and shows to perform. When tour finally ended, he was tired but sad, a deep space in his heart felt so empty. It’s the first time in three years he didn’t have nothing planned and he was only starting his new album in a few months.

Harry needed a break, a nice holiday. Sadly London was cold and so was his emotions. So, when that same girl told him about this island called “Fernando de Noronha” around the South American continent and that her aunt got a house there and asked if he wanted to join her on 10 days trip there… he just couldn’t say no!

It’s summertime whenever she is around and well… it is summertime in the south so it’s a win win for Harry, honestly.

🐠

And that’s where Harry finds himself right now… bathing in the sun together with this amazing girl that makes him feel all mushy inside and nervous. He is almost a 30 year old man, he shouldn't be so nervous around her, but it’s inevitable.

The moment he got off the plane, he was in love. The island was beautiful. Blue skies that mix with the blue of the ocean and the horizon. Everything seemed to be made out of glitter and rainbow colors. There was music every night, people were singing and dancing. During the day there was street fairs, boat rides and the beautiful golden light that was didn’t come only from the sun, but also a light that shined through this amazing young woman when she was laughing and trying (and failing) to play volleyball with a group of teens on the beach. They didn’t stay in a fancy hotel, they were in a simple yet beautiful house, without any neighborhood but when they went out they always went to the simplest places, surrounded by simple people. People who might know who he was, but mostly just didn’t care. Sure, he was asked to take some pictures but that was the most normal he ever felt since he was a teenager. There was a rich part in the island, lots of famous people from South America liked to spend their summer there- but for one, Harry was grateful to stay like this.

All thanks to her...

The summer breeze in his face being exactly what he needed. He was living those sweet days of summer he was denied in 2020 because of the pandemic and in 2021 because of the tour.

He wanted to kiss her and keep her forever by his side so they could be happily ever after. But Harry couldn’t. He was bad at love and he would rather have her as a friend than doing something and fucking up her as well.

“What did you say” she asked while lifting up from the towel she had on the floor, raising her sunglasses over that beautiful sun kissed hair (it was shining so much) and attentively looking at him.

“I didn’t say a thing” was he thinking out loud? Oh my god… he is fucked if that was that case.

“You said something about being bad at love. Why do you think that?”

Harry sat down and took a deep breath.

“I talked to you about my love life before… I don’t think I was made for love. Some people can find love at every corner, but it doesn’t matter how hard I try, every time I think I got it right… the person just vanish out of the tips of my fingers. And I feel so bad talking about this when I know I can have anything I want, but it hurts when I’m alone in a bedroom or I’m being the third wheel again with my friends. I’m just so lonely all the time and every time I try… it just ends shitty. I get a few good songs out of it but the pain sometimes it’s just not worth it”.

She looked at the ocean, the sun was already so high in the sky, it was probably around 11 am. Then, looking back at Harry, she gave him a weak smile. She felt like he was a mixture of everything good and he didn't deserve to feel like he wasn’t cut for love. If she could and he let her… she would give him all the love it was possible and impossible.

“Just because it ended doesn’t mean it was bad. If it made you happy, even if just for one second, it was worth it. And even when it hurts, we always learn something.” She took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something while Harry just looked at her with soft eyes but so much sadness and sorrow behind them. He didn’t know what to say, so she decided to continue: “you know, I call it bullshit when poets say love is only good if it hurts. Love isn’t made for pain, sometimes it might happen, but love is made to give warmth and to make the soul feel like it’s being caressed in a whisper that says ‘you found me’. And there are many types of love, not all of them are made to last a lifetime”.

He gave her a smile:

“Do you think there is still someone to love me or have I missed my chance?”

That was her chance:

“I think if you look right… you will find it right next to you, so close it would surprise you” she gave him a knowing look and decided to change the subject “wanna put on some clothes and go to the street fair? We can have lunch in there, buy some nice fresh fruits and have a picnic when the sun starts to set. You can make a playlist while a set a nice towel with candles and everything we might need. Maybe… we could try some of that stuff I got yesterday, what do you say?”

That stuff being the Argyreia seeds a friend of her had given as a gift. They were in the fridge inside a pot of water - apparently you have to leave them at least 12 hours on it so it could be ready to use. Among the effects they found of Google you could suffer from synesthesia episodes, positive elevation of your humor, sensitive to touch among others. A normal (and legal, apparently) natural hallucinogen.

Harry decided to play cool with her confession (he thinks it was a confession) and just smirks at her as a confirmation for the rest of their day. Maybe then, he’ll have the courage to kiss her. He gets up first, offering his hand, she takes it, getting up. Being barefoot, she had to look up to talk to him, their hands intertwined, noses almost touching. Looking inside his eyes, she thinks Harry must be a magical being, that could be the only explanation to how his eyes could change color to match the nature. Normally green but right now his eyes were almost blue, maybe was the sun, maybe was the sky without a single cloud; one thing was clear: his eyes were matching the ocean and the sky but also the leaves on the palm trees with the green left in them.

Leading the way, they got inside the house. In a secluded area (you just had to walk a lot but it wasn’t in the middle of the fancy big mansions- the house was colorful - just like everything about this island). The wood backdoor was the way they go when coming back from the beach . As soon as they entered through the gate, was a little stone way, with red and pink poppies adorning both sides, they went to the shower the house had on the outside so none of them would make a mess inside the house with sand everywhere. Then, I sei de the house, walking through the open plan kitchen, that was out of a sixties movie. Almost everything looked vintage with the most beautiful dining table they had ever seen: made out of dark wood and tall chairs, her aunt said this table was from her great grandmother.

Then there was two little steps and it was the living room, with a lot of space, three couches and a lot of pieces of art, it looked like someone had just throw different items but, somehow made it work. Harry went to sit on a plastic chair there was right in the corner of the room and looked at the very wet very sunburnt girl:

“You can go get ready first, I’ll wait” she smiled and thanked him, going upstairs and leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Looking at the yellow wall full of paintings from the people of the island, he didn’t know what to do to himself, he was fucked. He got up from the chair and went to the vinyl player that stood on the far left of the living room with three boxes next to it, opening he found a lot of vinyls. Settling for one he never heard before: Caetano Veloso - Transa, he put to play. He knew about Caetano, he even putted one of his songs to play at the one night only event, the name of the song was Baby and at the time was his ex girlfriend who had showed him, but right now the only thing he could think about when listening to this very psychedelic song that was playing through the speakers, the only thing he could think about is the same girl who is taking a shower just a few feet away and how much he wants the hours to pass faster so they can get high and listen to the playlist he was making and was to add also this album he was listening, especially after a quick google research about it, having now the acknowledge that transa translates to sex.

She came downstairs with her hair still wet, wearing her old pink converse and a yellow sundress, with the cute straps and a short but very loose ends. She had this glow someone can only achieve when you just spend the day at the beach with dear ones. Free of any makeup she was with his ray bans and gave him a soft look “I hope you don’t mind I got your ray bans to wear. They just look they were made for this outfit”.

“No problem. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be done”.

Taking the fastest shower he ever took in his life, he put on some old jeans short and his favorite pink summer shirt. And he ran - literally ran - downstairs because he felt like this was a date. He was excited.

“So, wanna take the bikes or see if we can get an Uber” there was this thing, neither one of them had the license required for the island and even if the Uber app worked there… it was hard to find drivers who were willing to drive to such a far area.

“Let’s take the bikes. They have baskets so whatever we buy we can just carry back”

“Sure”

They went through the front door, the house was painted in blue, to match the ocean, with lots of different plants and those same plants, especially the clambering plants, gave the house this almost fairy vibe. Like it was made of a golden and rainbow dust and everything that it’s good. The bikes were located near the wall and close to the small pool. One bike was white and the other was of a bright orange. Harry got the bright one because it was slightly bigger, so he would feel more comfortable.

🍓

They rode the bike for around 10 minutes, passing fields and trees that were so tall it almost felt like their leaves were kissing each other. Harry kept ruming gold and braid by stevie nicks the whole ride while dividing his attention between the girl riding the white bike a few meters ahead and the surrounding area. There was no one in sight for the first few minutes, but the closer they got to the center of the island, more people started to appear. In a few days living in the island he already observed that he could pinpoint who was a tourist and who was a native by one thing: the clothes.

The citizens always dressed like it was just a normal day (like imagine you normal day it’s living in paradise) and people from the outside always went out like it was a beach party everyday. As soon as Harry notice that, he always made sure to dress quite simple, so people could pass him by. Of course, sometimes someone would try and talk to him with the native language (which he learned is portuguese and not spanish, as he originally thought it would be).

They descarted their bikes on a small wall that was made for this purpose, with digital locks and everything (it was 5 bucks the hour and all you had to do when it was the time to pick it up you just put on your card to pay for the time you used the spot). They started to walk towards the street fair that was in a pretty street with old houses from the colonial era. The more they walked, closer their bodies touched and closer they were from holding hands.

People never talk about the conversation that goes when it comes to small touches. Sometimes, a small caress of a finger against someone's hand, it’s more than the act of touching, it’s an act of questioning: are we feeling the same? I wanna hold you hand like my soul it’s holding yours, please take care of it, because it’s your to take.

They started holding hands the moment the took a turn to the street fair, and if anyone looked at them, would say there were a couple. And it was nothing more that their entire wish that that statement was actually truth.

In the window of a red brick house there was an old man with his guitar, he sung something of their culture and a few people were dancing to it like it was a show. Harry was so in love with this environment, people lived and breathed culture. It was a break he never needed. He already went all around the world and it was on a simple island that he found something he didn’t know it existed.

“Where do you want to go first?” Asked the girl looking up at him and squirting her eyes because of the sun. She had his sunglasses but they were acting more like a headband to that mess it was her hair than to their actual function: protect her shining beautiful eyes from the sun.

“How about we go and buy those fruit for our late evening picnic and then we go have lunch? And from there we see where to go”.

“Seems like a plan, let’s find the vendor with the most variety of fruits, wanna taste them all” And I wanna taste you, thought Harry but he just accepted it wasn’t the time yet. He didn’t want their first kiss to be in the middle of a fair with so many eyes watching. Harry hasn’t been recognized too much but he couldn’t risk too much.

Walking they passed a group of old ladies - like maybe in their 80s- selling beautiful handmade dresses and skirts and shirts, all made in white lace. Such a beautiful work, and Harry made a mental note to come back later and get something for his mother and sister. That was something they would like.

Finally they reached a wooden table full of different fruits and behind it was an older and a younger man, if they had to guess, they would say there were grandfather and grandchild because of their faces similarities: dark skin with very powerful green eyes. While one had the blackest hair either one of them had see, the other one had silver strings in different parts of his hair. In their mouth they carried a soonting smille. They approached the table and the older one started to talk in the native language and he was speaking in such a enthusiastic manner that Harry didn’t have the heart to explain he new close to nothing about portuguese. But the young man seemed to have noticed who he was, touching the talking fella head and saying something in his ear. He stopped talking and was, now, quiet, but never ending the smile in his face.

“Sorry about that. My name is Sol. What can I do for you guys?” The girl beside Harry gave him this shining smile and started talking:

“Hi, Sol.That means Sun right?”

“Yeah, my family it’s a very hippie family. Actually I have two sisters: one it’s called Lua, her name translates to ‘moon’, and the other it’s called Frida. By the way,if it’s not too much problem Mr. Styles, I would like to get an autograph for them, they are big fans of you. And what about your name, sunshine?” asked the young man. Harry was jealous he was flirting with her - and he wasn’t entitled to feel jealous, but that’s what he was feeling - so he put his arms around her and told her name getting an angry yet amused look from her.

“And no problem about the autograph… we would like to take a bit of everything you can recommend us. We are going to do a picnic and want to try everything that it’s different”.

“But please add a bit of those gorgeous strawberries, they look yummy”said the girl next to him “ and what it’s that?” she pointed to a pink yet green round fruit.

“That is pink mango, very famous around this island. She is sweeter than the normal ones you found, actually there are over 24 different types of mango around the south territory, but right now we only have this one. But we’ll be getting more around monday morning if you guys are interest.” He gave them a time to think if they wanted to buy it or not.

“I love mango. Put 3 of these, please.” Harry said giving a genuine smile, everybody knows how much he loves fruit… among other stuff that could be fruit related. He saw a small fruit, that looked like a cherry but it had this red/orange to it’s tone and it wasn’t completely round, so he asked: “Sol, what is this type of cherry?”

“Oh that one? That it’s pitanga. This fruit smells like trees and something sweet that takes you back to your childhood, if you lived on this island” he laughed like he was remembering a distant memory inside of his green eyes but continued soon afterward his little journey through memory lane “My mother used to say this fruit it’s like when you fall in love at first sight: first comes the infatuation, the smell that reminds you there is so much good in the world and all of the good is all in one person. Then, when you first bite to it, first it has a sour taste, like when you get insecure about first kissing someone, but they, you get the courage and kisses them… and it’s amazing and sweet.”

Well Harry didn’t need more and said:

“Give me 12 strawberries, a few limes so we can make drinks, those mangos,a bit of that gelly that looks yummy, and half a pound of those pitangas”

“All done. That is going to be 25 and 75 cents” Both Harry and the girl tried to pay the guy, in the end, she ended up paying, earning a glare from Harry and looking at him like saying ‘what’. The boy returned with the change and the piece of paper for the autograph, Harry signed told him he would be back monday morning to get those other types of mangos and he could bring his sisters if he wanted to,he would gladly meet the girls.

They said their goodbyes and continued their walking, now holding hands without questioning.

“You know out of all those fruits the one I’m more excited to taste it’s this pitanga one” she told Harry.

“Me too”

He knew she was talking more than just the fruit.

And so was him.

With the sound of ocean and the winds in a mix with people chatter, they walked through the fair. Stopping for a quick lunch (some natural sandwiches with coconut water to wash it down) they looked around a vintage music store.

“It’s getting late, I wanna go back to the house if you don’t mind… get some sleep so I’m not tired when it’s time for our little luau” she said looking at him with tiresome eyes “oh maybe I’ll dress like a little witch!!!! So we can perform a little moon ritual”

That put a smile in Harry’s face.

“You know Stevie would actually love this”

“I can’t help getting a bit starstruck every time you mention Stevie Nicks”

“I get starstruck every time I remember that I’m actually her friend... it’s inevitable, she is a legend and an amazing human being”

They were walking and talking about Stevie Nicks and Harry was telling her all about the first time Stevie listened to Fine Line and by the time they got close to their bikes. Just like yesterday, Harry was ready to pay for their bikes parking lot but she was not having it. He was always paying for every little thing (the first time she got to pay anything was the fresh fruits just a few hours ago). So she looked at him when he was lost looking at the turquose sea and just ran away towards the bike.

She heard his scream- a soft loud HEY - and just when she was reaching for the bikes she felt two arms wrap around her waist and pull her out of the way. But they both lost their balance, falling towards the wall of bricks next to the bikes. Her head hit the wall a little bit to harshly makig her let out a low “oh” all that while he crushed her into the same wall.

Puting his hand in fits next to her face, Harry took his face off and lowered to be abble to look at the pretty girl in the eyes. He noticed she was standing on her toes to get closer to him, if he took a deep breath he could smell her perfume, a mix of peach and tangerine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had never been as close to her as he were now. Harry was abble to see how beautiful eyes eyes were when the sun was high up in the sky and his face too close, he could see how her eyebrows had a thin yet natural draw or how her cupid bow were a little bit more colored than the rest of her lips. He could listen to the wind, bringing a message from the ocean: “it’s time to kiss her, you fool”.

He took her messy hair from her eyes, cradling her face in on hand while the other was kept on the wall, so he could have a sense of what was real. It was the perfect moment.

Or not.

Time simply wasn’t on Harry’s side, as he thought. Because someone started to yell at him in a language he couldn’t pinpoint the country, maybe Russia because of how pale was the old couple looked. They were point at the bikes and yelling at them, people were looking and she was blushing.

“I think they want to park their bikes and we’re on their way” she told him “maybe we should just go home.

🍄

The sun was now close to say it’s farewell for the day. While Harry was busy making a nice playlist (and also giving himself a talk: “you are going to kiss her tonight”. Maybe if started to say all the time like a mantra in would come true). She was making the perfect ambience for a beach party for two. Opening in the sand a round beach towel with lots of candles for when the only light in the sky was the moon and stars. The fruits all in pretty plates made out of wood and she also melted dark chocolate - it would look cool with the strawberries.

The sky was a mix of pretty colors: pink and purple and orange and everything that would make a perfect painting .

She was using this old seventies skirt from her mother (a tie dye skirt with all the colors of the rainbow) and a Stevie Nicks shirt she stole from Harry the night before to sleep. Her hair was falling from her face, dancing with the wind just as her skirt.

It was that moment that Harry made his appearance: his safe sex shirt, yellow shorts, barefoot, no rings. Smiling at her, she thought she looked like he looked like a prince out of every seventies groupies fantasies.

Harry was holding this old radio and in his hand there was a mixtape. Only Harry would come up with the idea of using this old radio that her aunt left at the house as a source for playlist making. Spotify playlist just wasn’t enough if he wanted impress her. In the words of his friend Rob Sheffield: “mixtapes are like pictures but with sound”.

And Harry was planing of making this evening a picture he would always remember with lovin’ care.

“Doesn’t he looks handsome” she walked towards him to help him with settled everything he brought down. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was blushing.

“The seeds are ready if we want to try it now” Harry said changing the subject.

“Let’s go. It takes half an hour to kick and till then we can talk some more”

The seeds didn’t have any taste, almost like any pill you wash down with water.

“Wanna eat one of those fresh fruits?” He said getting a piece of de the pitanga “quite anxious to try this one” he said getting one of the small pitanga fruits.

At first bite it was quite bitter, he was glad Sol had told him about that. But the more he ate, the sweater it got. It was something he couldn’t describe.

“So what do you think?” She asked.

“The explanation that Sol gave to us it’s the best one. It changes taste the more you get used to it. The same is with feelings, right?”

She smiled at him and opened her mouth: “give me some then….” He got one of the fruits and feed her. But he didn’t take his hands of her, leaving there so he could feel her neck veins move with her chewing.

“It’s so sweet in the end… almost like an orgasm”. Harry was fucked.

The time passed and they talked about anything and everything. The sun was almost all the way down as they looked over the horizon.

“So… is it starting to hit for you? ” she asked with a coy smile while getting herself more of the fruits.

He saw her red lips curve around the fruit and suddenly everything was changing colors. The world was red as the fruit she was (so deliciously) tasting. Red like the passion he was beginning to feel for this carefree girl. But she... she was golden. Her aura was just shining through her.

It’s no secret he falls in love with people with golden aura- Stevie has said so herself when he first showed her his second album - and she is shining so much he thought the sun had come down to earth.

Maybe she was the sun, even if it the stars were starting to take their place high in the sky, she was sunshine. His sunshine. It’s never night when she’s around.

“You know, it’s starting to hit”

“And how do you know that?”

“You’re golden”

She laughed at him

“Are you quoting to me a song you wrote about another woman, Styles?”

“No. It’s your aura. It’s shining. And is golden”

That left her with no answer.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Seeing anything?”

She could see the rainbow inside his eyes. She was always attached to everything that was colorful, from a young age. And right now there was this rainbow of lights playing with her vision. And it was all because of this beautiful young man standing right in front of her.

“Yeah, I think I can see everything” happy with her mysterious answer, she looked at the ocean. The waves were moving slow and in pretty rhythm, inviting her to dance together.

Today all of the nature was rooting for them. Getting another pitanga she could feel the sour before the sweet. Giving her body chills. She looked at him and those chills only got stronger but so was her bravery: “will you dance with me?” she asked.

“Well... of course young maiden I shall dance with you” he laughed at his own joke while getting up and offering his hand.

In that moment their worlds collided: their hand were glued together seeding all of different feels from one body to another. They didn’t need to talk to understand: there was a feeling of belonging neither of them never felt even if once they thought they did. This was a moment once in a lifetime: the moment you look at someone and you see them slightly different from one minute ago. When all of the puzzles pieces starts to make sense: what they were feeling from the moment they got on this island wasn’t only attraction it was months of friendship that intertwined them towards something stronger. Something they knew it was blooming inside their chest. Something new, something exciting.

Something beautiful.

He twirled her in his arms and then let her rest her head in his chest, right where his heart was beating so loud and fast, just for her.

“You know it feels like the world is almost too much right now” Harry heard her say “it seems like there are more sound than before, the ocean is actually a song ya comes together with your heartbeat and when you touch me it feels like there is a more to than just a simple touch, like it’s your souls that’s touching me, you know?” He starts to caress her right arm with the tip of his finger, he wanted her to feel more of whatever this she was describing. “Or maybe that’s just the seeds talking but it just feels like something I never had before”

God, she looked beautiful right now blushing with all the glitter around her and her lips red from all the fruits.

It’s time.

“I wanna taste those pitanga lips. Can I?” He asks while still caressing her arms with the tips of his fingers, getting her dizzy and seeing everything with light tones of pink, just like the shirt he wore to the street fair. She wants so much that in a moment of pure infatuation she raises her hand, feeling his chestnut curls, looking into his green eyes that looked almost a dark blue due to the lighting and finally she answered:

“Anytime. Everywhere. Anywhere”

He gave her a soft kind of fucked up smile, getting a good grasp of her hair and pulling her towards his mouth.

She spent so much of her time wondering how does Harry Styles kisses but nothing could get her ready to what she felt in that moment. His lips were a bit chapped because of the sun and the weather, they both were a bit clumsy because they couldn’t feel their faces but the soft touch of his tongue contrasting with tight grasp he had on her hair was making her body feel like it was part of the sand they were standing while he was the ocean, one doesn’t belong without the other, in a painting they would always be together and if that kiss was any indication... so would be their lives.

He gave her a small bite on the lips and laughed: “I’m so sorry, I can’t feel my lips” and she started to giggle because she couldn’t feel a lot, but she could feel him. All of him.

“I’m so glad we finally kissed” she said in a whisper. He looked inside of her eyes before putting his eyes right on her left cheek and flicking his eye lashes while she was having a fit with laughter... everything was too much in their state of mind. And this little touch made her feel like Harry has been tickling her soft skin for hours.

“If you’re so glad that we kissed... you wouldn’t mind if we kissed a bit more, right?” He said in a sensual whisper in her ear while giving little bites.

She pulled him by his hair in a hungry attack. Moaning into his mouth. Sucking his tongue. Smiling when they took small break.

They were standing, her on the tip of her toes, trying to reach him but Harry had other plans, whispering a small “come here” he took her by the waist and made her jump so he could walk back to the beach towel and sit down with her on his lap.

With Harry’s hips between her knees, that wasn’t a inch to separate them. All of their bodies were touching and each particle inside of them was screaming in delight. The feeling of having someone near when the mind is in such a state of inebriation was out of this world. It was paradise.

But maybe their state of mind is just a plus because Harry is pretty sure it could be 10 am on a Sunday and she would make him feel the same way he was feeling now: completely in bliss, in a hypnotic state of mind because of her pitanga lips and the warm energy. She was his sun, his warmth when they would feel could. A little piece of magic after so much pain in love. And Harry couldn’t deny anymore: he was falling.

She stopped kissing him and decided to give small kisses in his neck and every time he moaned she would increase the strength of this kiss.

Harry was quite literally seeing stars, but not only the ones in the sky. He was seeing the stars coming together in a show: each constellation was dancing on its own circle of star friends. And there were always changing color: pink, golden, red, silver.

They were dancing in a celebration because two stars that were meant to be were finally coming together as one.

That was the moment that Harry decided that he wanted more. He pulled her out of his neck and asked: “I love that you are wearing my old shirt but there is nothing more in this world that I would love more than being able to see you without it. Can I?”

Her response was clear: raising her hands above her hand, the - now- moonlight caressing her form when Harry took her shirt off. She was perfect, every little thing about her was just so her, from the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra to how she had this little moon necklace and a little citrine stone resting right on her heart.

He didn’t want to lose more time, he started to give little pecks on her nipples and when Harry heard a moan and a whisper saying “finally” he just went ahead and took the everything he could from her chest inside his mouth while his hand was playing with her right breast and his other hand was supporting her back so she wouldn’t fall off his lap.

She was seeing stars, she could feel everything and anything. His mouth was powerful, like he knew all the buttons to push and that was only the beginning. Moving her hips in circle movements she started to moan more loudly. Using one hand to pull his hair and grinding faster on his growing dick and finally earning a full on moan from her she took his head of her chest and said “I need you, please take off your clothes”

She didn’t have to say more. After this they disrobed so fast they didn’t knew they were able. Now, completely naked, she looked at Harry with a mischievous look and went back to his lap, but before she could do anymore than that, Harry stopped her, using his force to manhandle her body to a lay down position “I promise you that I will be inside you in a moment, but first, I need to taste you, I need to hear your moans and know that’s all because of me, all because of my tongue”

She lost her power to speak but she was pretty sure she kind of screamed “yes” without intending to.

Harry spread her open and looked at the mess that was between her legs. He did loved tasting the pitanga. But he was pretty sure that nothing would compare to the taste of her.

He took his finger and started to pass lightly through the inside of her right thigh and she was trembling already “this seeds are making me more sensible fuck” he heard whisper. Smirking he answered her: “oh so this is all the seeds and not me? Pet, you are breaking my heart now”.

In a revenge he took the same finger that was caressing her thigh and passed from her opening to her clit without any warning.

“Fuck fuck FUCK please just touch me already. My whole body is burning in flames all I can see is a burning flame” he decided to end her suffering. Taking his thumb and lazily caressing her clit in slow but strong circles.

“Are you happy now, Pet”

“Yes but please, give me more”

In a responde Harry took his tongue and licked her right on her clit and started to use the tip of his finger to tease her entrance.

Her moans started to get louder and Harry didn’t have a care anymore, just her taste. That’s the only thing that matters.

While his lips were sucking and licking her clit his finger were working inside of her. When he wanted to change he would put his finger in her clit and would go to her pretty hole and use his tongue to tease her.

Every time he saw she was getting closer to her orgasm, he would stop what he was doing and would just use the tip of his finger to tease her while he kissed her thigh. When her breathing was back to a more concentrated peace he would get back to give her everything he could with his tongue and finger.

And that went on for a while: lips, tongue, fingers. Saw her getting close? Stopped for a while.

When he was doing the pattern for the third time she signed: “I need to come, please let me come?”

Harry wasn’t doing this to be mean, he just wanted to be the only thing she could feel and see. Wanted this to be so good she would never want to be away from him again. And when he saw her trembling lips and eyes full of tear he new she has enough, so he moved his finger in a “come here” motion while she was wetting and wetting more and more his hand, dripping down to the towel and her screams were so loud that if there was a single soul in the almost private beach, he was sure they could listen.

When she was done he took his finger off of her linking each one of them while patiently waiting so she could get back to her state of mind and tell him what she wanted next.

“Hey, there is a condom in the fruit basket” she said

“You dirty little thing, were you planning all of this?” Harry said taking the condom and opening carefully.

“No but I had my hopes up”

She looked so perfect with the sweat on her body dancing around the moonlight, he smiled and asked sweetly: “how do you want me?”

“I want you on top, want to be able to look inside your eyes” He wanted that, too.

“Your wish is my command” whispered Harry while settling on top of her. He stroked her face with one arm supported beside her hand. “Are you ready for me” She nodded with starry eyes and asked:

“And you, are you ready for me?”

Harry guided himself inside her, getting his mouth closer to her left ear and whispered like it was a secret and she was the only one who had the right to hear: “I have been ready for you my whole life” and then he was inside of her. While she was breathing hard, he was whispering sweet nothing in her ear, trying to calm himself, he wanted this to last.

“You can move, you know” that was all Harry needed to start to pick up his pace, making sure every time he came closer to her his pubic bone would caress her clit. She was whimpering and he was completely hers.

He picked her leg up on his shoulder and said: “I need…. fuck…. I need to get closer to you”. She was feeling all of him stretching her a little bit more every time he pushed himself inside of her. Hitting her g spot so perfectly she was seeing stars - and this time was all because of him, not the seeds.

Her body was on fire and the delicious warmth was starting to form in the pit of her stomach. She was going to come again, and she was going to come hard.

“Come on, baby. I can feel you squeezing me so hard. I know you wanna come. I need to feel it” Harry said, his movements becoming each time more out of rhythm, chasing his own peak.

Bringing his hand to her clit, it was only three flicks of his fingers till she was shaking and her eyes were closing. Her mouth forming a delicious smile, one full of satisfaction. And it was watching her come that Harry felt his need to come as well. Closing his eyes and feeling his whole body shake with release.

The only thing surrounding Harry was her. Her name. Her smell. The feeling of her. Everything was her.

When their breathing was back to a normal rhythm and the moon and stars were high in sky, Harry looked over her naked body laid down on all the towels, surrounded by fruits and golden from the candle lights. He was starting to sober up and there was so much he wanted to tell her, but he settled for one single sentence:

“You are a wonderful creation” he told her.

“Look at you quoting Dorian Gray to me!” She said smiling lightly “Do you remember that was the first dm I ever sent you? Telling you to read that book.”

“Of course I remember. I remember everything you ever said to me” he started laughing with the memory “you know, after that message I went running to the closest book store? I wanted to do anything to have a reason to talk to you, even if it was just a dm. I wanted you to think of me all the time, because since that moment I saw you on that raining afternoon my heart started to beat in synchrony with yours” now it’s time to say everything, before it’s too late “you know I’m falling for you right?”

She looked at him like he was the brightest star in the night.

“I know, I’m falling in love with you too” she told him while laying her her on his chest and started to trace the butterfly tattoo “And now?”

“Now I think I have a new song about another fruit to write”. They both started to smile, sealing the deal. She got another pitanga and popped into her mouth and he smiled. He was happy.

#harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles blurbs #harry styles smut #harry x reader #harry styles friends to lovers #summer fic challenge

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chayacat · 3 years

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Devil’s Sweet Star (21)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Fear. Fear is something that has always been part of the human being. It's something that follows us everywhere and it's always the first thing you feel about the unknown. What will happen to me today, tomorrow or in the days, weeks, months to come? What future is for me? How long am I going to live? Will I find love? Is it the good one or the bad one, will it last or not? Should I do it or not? Should I say it or shut up... All these questions that we ask ourselves throughout our lives always plunges us into fear. Because we don't know what our choices will bring as consequences. The famous butterfly effect.

Fear also manifests itself in dangerous situations, where death can strike at any moment, and when it is about to strike us, fear invades us. Moreover, it is the greatest fear of Man: to die. But some are not afraid of Death: it is even a friend who comes to relieve us of our suffering once and for all. And others believe that death is a simple passage from one life to another through time. Maybe it’s true, maybe it's wrong. Who can really know?

It was with this fear in your stomach that you woke up this morning. The cause? A simple, insignificant, small, piece of paper. How can a single piece of paper scare someone; you'll tell me... Maybe because it's not that insignificant. In fact, it's not the paper that scares you, it's what's written ON IT that scares you.

“He’s dead.”

Those simple words made you react. These simple words frighten you. Because you know who wrote them, and who he's talking about. He did it. He really did. He has told you for a long time that he will. Yet inside, you feel relieved to know that McKellan won't be able to do anything to you, but that means you'll have to thank Ghostface. Once again. And if it happens like last time... You'd rather not think about it. Because the worst thing for you is that you liked it, deep down. But Jed's here now. And you know nothing can happen to you now. Right? My poor little girl... if you knew the truth... you left the door open. And the big bad wolf came home. Without knowing it, you’ve thrown yourself into the devil's arms.

While you were about to serve yourself a coffee, in order to chase away your dark ideas, someone knocked on the door. You put down your cup and you walk to the door. When you open it, you come face to face with Jed. But a Jed... quite different from usual. His Auburn hair was loose, wavy and cascading, he always wore his glasses, but his outfit was very different, a black t-shirt under an open denim shirt, grey jeans and black sneakers. But this face... and that angelic smile. It's something that will never change in him.

“Well... What happened to the real Jed last night? Have you been hit by the change fairy?” You said laughing.

“You can see it that way, yes. I thought you'd like it if... if I changed my look a little bit.” He responds laughing too.

“Just a little? I feel like you were kidnapped last night to change you or replace you with another. But... I don't mind. Because no matter what you look like... I know you'll always be you.”

You kissed him and he kiss you back, holding you in his arms. It was soft, smooth as always, a feeling that you never want to forget. Never. But Ghostface’s words brought you back to mind and made you tremble slightly. Certainly, Jed is the only one who agrees to write articles about him and that make him the "star" of Roseville. But knowing this sick man... He's capable of anything. Jed felt your concern, put an end to your kiss and recoiled his face to better observe you, passing his hand over your face to reassure you.

“Hey... What's wrong? You... Have you changed your mind?” He asks, worried.

“No! Of course not! I love you, it’s just that... He... he killed him.” you said, looking elsewhere.

“What? Who kills who?”

“Ghostface. He killed McKellan. He left me that note last night. I know it's him and it's McKellan he's talking about. He told me for a long time that he would do it... I should have told you about it or called the police or...”

“Hey hey hey... Calm down. It's going to be alright, okay? Imagine if you'd told the police about this. He would have killed you. Or torture or worse. We don't know what this psycho can do. You saved your life in some way.

“I know. But I can't help but feel guilty, the cops must know that I had a conflict with him. When they find out his body... they will come to see me and I am afraid... I'm afraid of what's going to happen.” you replied with tears in your eyes.

“Hey, I am here. And as long as I'm here no one will come near you and hurt you. I lost Carla, there's no way I'm going to lose you, is that clear? Our relationship has just begun and I intend to do everything I can this time to make it last for the rest of my life.” He said holding you close to him.

You both stand still for a few minutes without saying anything, enjoying the present moment. Nothing could ruin this moment. But one thing for you remains worrisome: the fact that you had a conflict with McKellan could put you on the suspect list. Even if Ghostface is the author, you may have problems. Maybe...

Maybe he did it on purpose? It's possible after all! Since you've known each other, he's been trying to push you to kill. He wanted to make you, his accomplice. And if, despite your categorical and repeated refusal to do so, he had taken the initiative? To drag you with him into the spiral of his massacres... And his madness.

“You don't have to worry, knowing Ghostface, he must have left a signature. He doesn't really have the kind to attribute the murder to someone else. So, there is no risk that the police will come to question you.” Replied Jed, backwards to better look at you: “I'm not working today, but I have to finish my article. I'm going to stay with you at the café, okay? And... If you ever need a helping hand, I could help you. Is that okay with you?”

“Say that way you can taste my cakes in secret .... You're going to end up with a nice round belly one day. But if you have to help me, you can bring the cakes for your colleagues. Let's go a little glutton. I'm going to end up being late.” You said, taking two boxes with cakes inside for the newspaper.

Jed smiles before kissing you and open the door. What a gentleman. All both, you're heading to Jed's van to get to work. The streets were quiet on this beautiful day and the cold weather of the last few days had disappeared. We will have to provide air conditioning otherwise the customers will melt ... and the cakes too. You were always worried about this paper but reassured by Jed's words. He is right, so far Ghostface has always signed his crimes. So, there is no reason to worry. Absolutely none. right?

“By the way, Melina... Melina told me for... You know, your family. It's really generous, you know. You... You could have kept it all to yourself. And you give up almost everything to your family. I'm sure your parents are proud of you up there.” Said Jed, breathing deeply without leave the road with your eyes.

“When...When my parents died, my uncles and aunts took care of me... I was in an emotional state... Deplorable. Even so, they've always been there for me. I owe them a lot. So, I think it's normal for me that some part of the inheritance goes back to them.” you respond looking at the road then at him.

“What are you going to do with... Your share?”

“Keep it. As much as I could. I will try to live as much as possible with the coffee money. And then maybe one day I would live in a nice little country house, far from everything. With the sound of birds and the singing of the rooster to wake me up. Or I'll take a trip around the world. I've always dreamed of going to Norway or Sweden... These countries are beautiful...”

Jed smiles while parking in the newspaper’s parking lot. It's best not to get fined. And since you have cakes to deliver... You might as well give them in your own hand, don't you? And so, you can see the newspaper's premises. No sooner do you enter the building than you freeze on the spot. Who would have thought that a small newspaper like the Roseville Gazette could have so many people? And to think that Jed is one of them! There are even security guards! It's impressive! You give them the boxes and tell them to be careful that no cakes end up crushed. Then all two go back and open the café. It's time. Jed settled down at the table next to the counter. The start of the day went very well, customers were always flocking as delighted to come to see you. The lunch break came and you sit at Jed's table, slightly exhausted.

“Maybe you should hire someone to help you. You're going to get sick by putting so much pressure on yourself.” Said Jed smiling.

“I thought about it... but not yet. I want to be financially sure I can pay a salary. Are you getting away with your article?” you ask.

“Yes. Mike was such a rotten man. A drug dealer and a pedophile on top of the market. Apparently, he was wanted in other states for these facts. But he always managed to evade the police. Unfortunately for him he did not escape death. Even my boss is disgusted to know that he had such a criminal in his employees.” He answers.

“No one could have known... There are true masters of concealment. We think they're honest people and then one day they reveal their real faces. And on that day, it's already too late to do anything.” You replied sadly.

“That’s true. You know, I've been very concerned about how Ghostface works... Since I've been writing these articles, I've noticed two or three little things about how he operates. He went after people who... always do something wrong. Since he started these murders... all of his victims either committed robberies, assaults, or trafficked drugs.”

“It’s to believe that he wants to pretend to be a hero.”

“Or he gets rid of the competition. This guy's a narcissist. He doesn't seem to like being robbed of the limelight. If he gets rid of those who want to steal the show... Then he'll be the only criminal in all of Roseville and I'm sure he's not going to stop there. He'll go all over the country.” Said Jed, replacing his glasses on his nose.

“He wants to be the biggest criminal in the whole country. The question is... Why?” you said confused.

The break ends and you get back to work quickly. Jed is right about one thing: one day you will have to hire someone. You won't be able to hold the coffee forever on your own, and if you're ever thinking about expanding it, you'll need employees. During the afternoon, you receive a phone call from the police that made you panic. Have they found McKellan’s body? Do they already want to question you??

None of that. The policeman on the other end of the line simply summons you to have your statement in relation to your attacker. You almost forgot that one. You say that you would be available tomorrow during the day because you’re not working. To which he replied that everything was written down and that he would be waiting for you tomorrow in his office. You sigh with relief when you hang up the phone before explaining everything to Jed, who laughs slightly shaking his head.

The rest of the afternoon went very well, and the time of closing arrived. After your usual little ritual, you and Jed go to eat something. For the first time a good burger and fries will be your meal tonight. After that, you head to your home. You greet Mr. Lawson, and go up to your apartments. But instead of leaving you, Jed kissed you while making you enter his house.

“What are you doing?” You said laughing.

“I don't want to sleep alone tonight. So, I'm kidnapping you.” He said before kissing you again, lifting you by the waist, making you let go of a little squeak of surprise.

“Well, what a force...”

“And you haven't seen anything yet.” He replied, heading to his bedroom.

He laid you down on his bed gently before putting himself above you. He removed his t-shirt, revealing his finely trimmed body, and with his wavy, cascading hair... he looks like a god. He kissed you again, began to slide his hands over your body, making you shudder slightly. But this time, it's a shudder of pleasure. He kissed every part of your body from head to stomach, then gently removed your top. He pushed his hair with a wave of his hand, revealing blue eyes piercing to fall out.

“It's... Maybe it's a little too soon. You may need a little time.” He said with a little smile.

“I... I’m sorry, I didn't want to...” you said worried by his reaction.

“It’s okay. I'll wait until you're ready. But on the other hand, that day ... I can't guarantee I'll control myself.”

“I can't wait to see that then.” you replied by getting up before being lying down again by Jed.

“I said I didn't want to sleep alone tonight.”

“I don't even have pyjamas for tonight!” you said laughing.

“Never mind... I'll lend you one.”

He put on a quick kiss before getting up and throwing a pyjama at you to change you. He undressed, wearing only his boxer before bed. Once changed, you join him in bed and you settle in his arms, passing your hand in his hair. You kiss one last time to wish you good night and fall asleep both. In his arms, all your fears fly away. All your worries disappear.

Nothing can happen to you.

Nothing scares you.

Not even Ghostface.

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(I'm officially passing my code exam on April 9th! I can't wait! and I'm a little scared too XD But I've got a week to review so I should be fine! So, since we are confined for a month in France, the chapters will come out as planned, since I no longer go on vacation ... I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the others! Good weekend to all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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watayaaratamblr · 3 years

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Arata is an unfortunate character.

No, he is NOT!

But if we wish to make him one, then we don't need one fifth of the effort put into making Taichi the "sad" character that most fans keep labeling as "Poor Taichi", and Arata would have been then the most unfortunate character in Chihayafuru. All we need is a good mangaka (Suetsugu is!) & the intention to make him draw sympathy (the whole point), simply because Arata’s story is well packed with good material serving the purpose.

Starting with the fact that he was an almost blind child … Like “looking through a magnifying glass”, hearing voices outside but being unable to see anything~ A child who had to wear glasses from the age of 3, any writer can make this a touching story if so they wished -But Suetsugu sensei did not want to.

Growing up as a weak boy who is a letdown in everything most boys do, crying alone when he fails to fit in, disappointing his father who kept pushing him to go outside and be “normal” like all the other children all while letting go of Karuta that he was confirmed to have liked since he was very young. Writing a bit of his struggles to find a place for himself within the norms could have made readers cry a lot.

His grandfather thankfully extended his hand to him, offered him a place where he can be himself; But that too, created a situation where he maybe had to take a side & deal somehow with the other side because his grandfather & his father had a fight and he can only be torn between them. I’m no writer myself, but I can make this sentimental.

Then his father took him away to Tokyo where he had to be a part of a poor family, and not only to cancel his needs & desires (like for example having different outfits for school instead of the few he will be noticed to wear frequently) but to also work sometimes to support his parents, to wake up before school time in the early mornings when other children are probably sound asleep in their warm beds, to go outside in the cold, to earn some cash and to give it to his parents … I read some real sad stories with this idea. So yeah, Arata could have been one of the saddest characters if Suetsugu wanted him to be.

And not to mention being bullied and laughed at for not only his impoverishment (which he can hope to change) but for his identity (as a boy from Fukui speaking a “weird” dialect). He received all this with lot of patience, and tried to comfort himself by himself with his grandfather’s “gift”, how it was a refugee for him.

Any writer can make a sob story out of Arata’s unspoken loneliness & yearning for home, his grandpa & for playing his beloved Karuta properly.

Or out the fact that he couldn’t make any friends in his new school either (he was confirmed to never have real friends since his childhood through the fact that he struggled to fit in + he stayed like that even after he grew up (like Murao said), and he is not someone who doesn’t care about having friends because he was confirmed to almost worship his bond with Taichi & Chihaya, Taichi specifically even though their friendship isn’t really a comforting one; he longed for friendship however it is!)

He enjoyed that friendship nonetheless, he might even have felt like he was compensated for everything he wished for through it but he was soon robbed of all of it as he was separated from these friends & while he could still enjoy a bit of it through correspondence (at least Chihaya kept in touch), he wasn't as untroubled as needed for that because he was about to lose his precious grandfather.

And the process of losing him wasn’t something to take lightly either. Having busy (or rather negligent?) parents made him (a boy not even 14 years old) a caregiver for an old man who suffered from paralysis on the right side of his body and later dementia, not as simple as that, he had to watch what his most beloved & respected person turn into day & night, when he worked “really hard” (as stated in the manga) with his rehabilitation exercises, when he helped him with his baths, he massaged his limbs, he fed him, constantly talked to him & showed him Karuta cards to “keep him” in this world. And when it's too much for him, he goes outside the room and cries bitter tears silently, all alone! There was this person who suffered from (PTSD) for years because their sick aunt didn’t recognize them (they were her favorite nephew before & they were 17 yo at the time), this person couldn’t visit her since & couldn’t see her before she died & they developed a fear of “getting too close” & of seeing sick people, they had to seek long & serious therapeutic help. And Arata actually suffered from PTSD for over a year & half, any psychologist can easily recognize that from the fact that he quit Karuta, refused to touch & hated to see the cards (I stress on this), how he answered Chihaya when she called him, how the calm & patient him (that we knew from his childhood) was agitated & treated her rudely when she insisted on playing a match. And it was all confirmed in Arata’s last words in the same chapter: “I wanted to see you, I always had, but I didn’t want you to see me like this” (in the official tr), he knew that he wasn’t himself (contrary to what Taichi thought, his friend who decided to abandon him instead of trying to help. Chihaya still had faith in him but Taichi was louder -ch10)

Still, thanks to Chihaya, Arata was back to his beloved Karuta, though we all questioned how much fun he really felt while playing again, how much of him was involved with the game now. And eventually, he himself expressed the pressure (not the fun) he felt while playing. What took his passion away, what turned the feelings of a Karuta baka into mere obligation, this also is good content for an emotionally charged story, it only needs the intention of the writer.

And he shone in the world of Karuta. YET he was never “proud” of it, that was never received as anything special. When he comes back home, none really cares (or at least, none shows any enthusiasm), he goes to the western-challenger qualifiers and his parents won’t even go watch, won’t even prepare some food for him, he comes back home late & finds none, and prepares everything by himself (apart from Yu’s help). His parents pray for his defeat, meaning that his DREAM to become Meijin/be strongest in Karuta doesn’t mean much to them, and he knows it, and he was never shown telling them the news like when you want to share a happy one. Arata’s mother -before giving up after acknowledging Arata’s dedication- wanted his defeat even though there was enough money to support him, the lack of money being the excuse she & her husband claimed to be the reason of their lack of support.

The support system Arata lacks isn’t only in his family. Since the death of his grandfather he seems to stand alone in Karuta too. Murao was the only one who spared some time for him but only after he realized how “alone” he was and took pity on him. Murao's realization implies that the training Arata was doing at the Nagumo society didn’t really count for what he really needed. Kuriyama sensei (being expected by fans to be the “Harada” in Arata’s side) was almost useless & he himself expressed his confusion about what to do with him & how to help him. We never saw him particularly guide him in any way either. "Experiences" & "taking chances" were two factors that helped Mizusawa members for example to grow a lot, but these chances are doors without knobs & we know that they were opened for them by adults who were taking care of them in a way or another + being friends ensured that they encouraged each other then proceeded with every idea they got to learn & experience more. Arata lacks both these sources (adults around him rather burdened him with their expectations) so he kept training on his own mostly & we saw how it felt frustrating to him to be relying only on his solo training & an "image" encouraged by a long-dead teacher, he realized the toll of lacking real opponents in practice with whom he can measure his abilities & correct his mistakes to grow stronger. Support can also be emotional. Did Arata ever receive particular emotional support? I can only remember panels where the people worried for him kept watching him from afar while he dealt with it on his own.

Yu was an exception but even her support was written in a way suggesting that Arata was prepared to go on without it. Because with time, Arata learnt to "not expect much" which is also a very interesting trope for a sad story.

And he was described as “a lonely player on top” but this was never elaborated to show how it felt like to be one for Arata himself. This idea is also brilliant for melancholy if the author wanted fans to sympathize with Arata but she didn't go beyond praising Chihaya who could somehow reach him & Shinobu chan.

And while playing on his own (or working part time to support himself), taking care of himself, he met his two precious friends again (they were the only selfish desire Arata has openly expressed throughout the series). But what he felt is that he was left behind & that he was the only one so far away. And he was. They got to experience so many things he didn’t, they made new friends & new bonds & he didn’t, they got closer to each other & he didn’t… At the end he went back to be the outsider & them the two old childhood friends. If the author wrote just a little bit more about these, if she highlighted these facts they could have made a good drama.

Love is the main reason Taichi is "felt for" (because he progressed in karuta but not in Love ..not yet at least). Arata is also a part of the love triangle in Chihayafuru, and if we try to summarize it with the intention of making it sad, then let's go, there is enough to say for that, we just need a good writer (which I'm not sadly). Still in short: Arata seems to have started to develop feelings for Chihaya a long time ago but he had to keep that in check because he thought she was dating Taichi & he kept his distance out of respect for that assumed relationship even though he craved at least connecting with his old friends. When he came closer, Chihaya was interested in him but he never knew, the enthusiasm she showed him was not different from how she is with everyone, no, Taichi received special treatment, while for him, every time he tries to say something to her he is cut off somehow. Everything seemed to be against them getting close. Later Chihaya seemed to have ultimate fun with Taichi too, maybe that was the only thing he thought he could give her, now she didn't need it. Maybe he had that thought again when she praised his game against Harada sensei that's why he confessed but soon, She is once again so far away, she seemed to need Taichi to function properly, he understood that & he used that to cheer her up in her most important tournament. He wanted badly to play with her again to only be totally iced, he couldn't even be seen by her, he was so far away, she belonged to where he wasn't part of (& even her friend kana found a way to express her disapproval of him) Can we not make a drama out of this? Or out of his stuttering, awkwardness & introversion? Or maybe the fact that his parents don't understand him? And did anyone alse feel that in most of Taichi's mother's appearances, we got this feeling that Taichi is a son who should be cared for while when Arata's parents appeared, many times, we can feel how Arata was used to highlight their feelings as individuals & he was drawn there as the member of the family who had to pay attention to that? Anyway, every single one of these points alone is very good material for a "tearjerker" so what about all of them combined? because they are all facts from Arata's reality.

Again, all we need is a good writer (we have it) & the intention to make it that way which isn't there. Suetsugu decided instead to put double the effort to make Taichi the "sorrowful/anguished" one because Arata is not a character written to feel sorry for or to commiserate. He is rather written for the most part of the manga as an inspiring one, an aspiration, to be a drive & a goal. So despite having all the above circumstances, he is instead written as a character who keeps to himself, doesn't complain, hides his hardships, makes it seem that he fine when he notices that someone is watching, tries to focus on what he has & be happy with it however little or simple. That's why it's easy for him to forget & forgive, easy for him to recover & stand up again because there are other characters who need him there as an example, who think that he is perfectly fine so they should only focus on themselves and thus, Bildungsroman can be used for them. And finally- wait, what were Taichi's problems again?

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Writer adds:

#chihayafuru #wataya arata #ayase chihaya #chiharata #mashima taichi #this is dedicated to Arata fans who are constantly told they love a one dimensional character which is just ignorance speaking #or at least looking the other way when Arata actually is there!

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Sparks Flew | Quentin Beck x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Magic

Fandom: MCU

Words: 1778

A/N: Thinking of so many fics for this movie, but I didn’t know where to start. An AU if there had been someone there who knew what they were doing and the rest of the movie could have been Peter helping people with petty crime while hiding the Spiderman costume from MJ. Not much of a Quentin Beck x Reader, but I might continue this for another prompt.

A man who looked vaguely familiar stood between Fury and Hill in the strangest outfit you’ve ever seen. Green scale-like, skin tight uniform, topped with a red flowy cape. His brown hair was gelled back and his facial hair trimmed, blue eyes scanning the holographic map before flickering over to you and Peter.

You looked over to the young hero, merely a high school student that had already been through a lot. He was frowning, his forehead creasing from levels of anxiety. You squeezed his shoulder and offered a comforting smile.

“Why hasn’t there been any sightings of portals appearing or sudden resurgence of foreign or abnormal levels of energy?” you asked Maria.

Maria exchanged a look with Fury before pressing a button on the console. “The footage that we were able to retrieve only shows the creatures appearing in different parts of the world. We were not able to get any clear readings of any energy surges in those locations, but we’re still looking into it,” she said, showing the shaky civilian videos, “Mr. Beck here is familiar with these creatures and was able to stop them before they did any more damage.”

“How fortuitous,” you commented, eyeing said man, “And what are these creatures, exactly? Where are they coming from?”

“To put it simply, I come from another universe, another earth very similar to yours. It was destroyed by these monstrous elementals. I was one of the fighters deployed to combat them…,” he paused, his head lowering for dramatic effect before looking back up at you, “I was the only survivor. I’m not going to let another earth get destroyed like mines. Not if I can help it.”

“Right,” you said, shrugging off his heroic speech, “So how did you get to our universe, then?”

He shrugged. “Just a quick gadget I had to whip up. One time use only, sadly. I had to use what was available to me.”

“And how were you able to track these creatures to this particular universe?” you continued on with your not so subtle interrogation.

You noticed Maria and Fury glancing at each other every now and again. You would need to question them as well. Fury was one of if not the most paranoid person in this universe. There are too many holes in this Beck’s story to not be suspicious about him.

Mr. Beck smiled, but there was a twitch at his brow as if annoyed by your questions. Good. He stood up straighter. “They have a signature energy that I was able to trace back to your world. WIth that, we can predict where their next location will be,” he said, raising an eyebrow, challenging you to ask any more questions.

You simply hummed, turning to Peter. “Peter?” you asked softly.

He blinked, tearing his eyes away from the hologram. “Yeah?”

“You don’t have to worry too much about this,” you assured him, “We’ll call you if we need back up. You go and enjoy your trip.”

“What would I do without you, Sparky?” Peter said, his shoulder visibly relaxing.

You groaned at the nickname that still haunted you beyond Tony’s grave. “I’m letting you get away with that just this once, okay, kid?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, so, um, nice to meet you, Mr. Beck, sir, and nice seeing you again, Fury and Hill and- “ You gave him a warning look “- (Y/n). I’m just gonna… go back.”

“I’ll keep you updated,” you said, waving him off.

He hurriedly left the hideout and you smiled fondly at him. After you met him through Tony, he became like a younger brother to you and you knew how much he has gone through. You even heard from Aunt May that his ‘Peter Tingle’ hadn’t been working lately, which may be why he hadn’t been suspicious of the newcomer yet. You’d hate to see his first vacation in years to be ruined by the pressure to save the world on his own. Or, the supposed threat to your world.

You turned and saw Mr. Beck watching you. He offered you a friendly smile, and you forced one in return before making your way towards Fury and Maria, gesturing to talk to them privately.

“Keep an eye on him, Nick,” you told Fury.

He nodded, then froze. He had made that same mistake years ago during his first encounter with Nick Fury. You were testing him. “Excuse me?” he said.

“Where are they?” you whispered, referring to the real Fury and Maria.

“Busy,” he said in the same hushed tone.

“But my warning still stands,” you said, “I don’t fully trust this Beck.”

They both nodded, promising to keep you in the loop and to avoid contacting Peter as much.

On your way to your own accommodations, you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced at the nearest window and saw Mr. Beck’s reflection. He was wearing casual clothes this time, finally out of that ridiculous costume, in a light blue button shirt and khaki pants.

“Mister Beck,” you greeted with a nod.

“Please, call me Quentin,” he said with that same friendly smile. “Getting some shut eye before the mission starts?”

“That’s the plan. Out at a late night stroll?”

“Something like that. So how do you know Peter? You two seem close.” Quentin fell into step with you, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Met through Tony,” you said.

“Tony, as in Tony Stark?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in feigned surprise.

You nodded, raking through your brain to try and recall where you had seen Quentin Beck. From his reaction to Tony’s name, you knew it had something to do with him.

“Must be rough on the kid to lose someone like Tony Stark,” he continued. You gave him a side glance, sensing that he wanted to keep you talking. You used that to your advantage, helping you jog your memory.

“Yeah, which is why I want him to be a normal high school student and not spend his energy on something that could be dealt with without him.”

“And what do you do, exactly? I don’t mean it offensively,” he said, raising his hands up, “I’m genuinely curious. It’s not like I was able to go through profiles of all of SHIELD’s associates.”

“I’m… good with technology,” you said, and it was true, “You seem to be good at it, too.”

He shrugged. “Just enough to get by,” he said.

“But making a teleporter to another universe with limited resources is pretty impressive.” Lets inflate his ego a bit, see how much he needs until he pops.

He chuckled bashfully. “Well, I was an engineer of a sorts before… everything happened.”

“Yeah? So were you the Tony Stark of your universe?”

Quentin’s face twitched at the mention of Tony again. He looked ahead, eyes distant. “I was bigger,” he said, “A visionary. Giving credit where credit is due and took my fellow scientists seriously.”

There it is. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before turning back to you with another friendly smile. You remembered now. He was part of one of Tony’s research teams. He had many good ideas, but there were qualities that he lacked that only Tony could pull off. Now, to catch him red handed.

“So, better than Tony,” you said, making his smile widened.

Talk about a complex. A shame, too. He had the brains and the looks. If he had been close with Tony, he would have been one of the guys that Tony tried to introduce you to. And you would have said yes.

As he opened his mouth, you began to feel rumbling below your feet. You stepped back, looking at Quentin. He snapped his head around, scanning for the source.

“Haven’t caught this on your scans?” you asked.

“They weren’t supposed to be here yet,” he said, holding an arm out, as if to protect you from the unseen threat, but still a good three feet away.

He waved his hand as his costume appeared in time for a fire elemental to appear from the ground in the middle of the wide clearing on your left. It growled, sending debris with its radius. You narrowed your eyes as you sensed the buzzing in the air. It wasn’t the regular frequency of the surrounding electrical sources, it was moving.

“Stand back,” Quentin said as he stepped forward. He raised his hands out, green beams of energy shooting from his palms and hitting the creature.

You quickly observed the situation before running to get a good angle. Once Quentin and the creature were in perfect range, you thrust your hands out and sent a surge of electricity, hitting them both. Quentin collapsed to the ground as the image of the fire elemental creature faded, followed by drones raining down around them.

Your shadow casted over Quentin as he glared up at you, or at least, as much as he could while he rode out the electricity through his system. You smirked, crouching down beside him.

“What… did… you… do,” he managed to get out between spasms.

You shrugged. “Magic? Certainly not a projection from flying drones.” You pressed a palm onto his legs, the remaining electrical energy from the fallen drones gathering around you and forming ropes around them.

“What are you going to do to me?” he grunted.

“Once I speak to Fury and Maria, we’ll sort something out. It’s a shame to waste a mind like yours. For now, we’re going to keep a close eye on you.”

Two men in black suits walked over and picked Quentin up with ease. You followed them towards the heavily tinted car parked at the curb where the fake Fury and Maria were waiting. Quentin struggled as they shoved him into the backseat before turning to the others to clear up the area. You stooped down as the driver’s seat window rolled down.

“You work fast. No wonder Fury told us to call you,” Talos said.

“Call me if anything else comes up,” you said, tapping the car roof.

“Not gonna visit me?” Quentin asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe, depending on your behavior. Might even treat you with something if you’ve been a good boy. Night, guys.”

They nodded, Talos rolling the window up again. As you walked back to your hotel, Talos and Soren shifted back to their natural form. They both exhaled before turning back to Quentin. His eyes widened as he stared at them.

“What the fu-”

“Great, now what are we going to tell Fury?” Soren asked.

“Nothing. For now,” Talos said, starting the engine and driving back to the hideout.

#WritersMonth2020 #quentin beck x reader #mysterio x reader #mysterio #quentin beck #spiderman #mcu #mcu imagine #Spiderman far from home #oneshot #jake gyllenhaal #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic

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amerrierworld · 4 years

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Curtain (vi)

Carol (2015) fan fiction

Pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Word Count: 1,969

Wednesday. 3pm

There were 16 students today, Therese noted, and it thrilled her. She'd attempted to find a spot to put some of the kids' artwork on display, but alas, Tucker would probably have her head for it.

As everyone got settled in, most kids familiar with each other and the room now, Therese saw a small blonde girl lingering in the doorway. She was wearing overalls and a soft pink shirt underneath and eyeing the room nervously.

"Hi there," she said politely. "Are you here for art club?"

She nodded timidly, and Therese scanned the list quickly to find her.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Rindy."

"Oh, that's a nice name, I like it," Therese said as she ticked off the name; Rindy Aird. The only Rindy she'd encountered in the whole school so far.

The toddler's face scrunched. "People say it's weird."

"Well, I like weird names. My name's weird too."

Rindy's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Sure thing. Here, let's get you a seat. Do you like drawing?"

She got everyone settled in rather quickly with the promise of fruit gummies at the end of the day. She assigned each easel a number and got everyone set up with shared cups of paint that were distributed for every two or three kids (watered down, sadly, because she couldn't afford more), and she got them started on painting self-portraits.

Every student was also covered in an oversized dollar-store t-shirt to protect clothes from paint and Therese herself had a worn down paint shirt that hung down to the middle of her thighs.

The small girl with crazy blonde curls was struggling, trying desperately not to get paint on the shirt. Therese wandered around the easels and when she reached Rindy, the girl was scrunching her face in a frown.

"What's the matter, Rindy? How's your painting going?"

"Don't like it," she murmured. There were only a few stripes of purple and blue on the paper and she held the paintbrush by the furthest end, her small hand not strong enough to control the brushstrokes.

"Here, try holding the brush like this; it gives a better grip that way," Therese demonstrated, angling the brush and gripping closer to the top.

"But I'll get paint on my hands!"

"That's okay, you're allowed to get paint on your hands. We can alway wash it off."

"But paint on my clothes," Rindy said, not taking back the brush from Therese as she offered it. Therese noted that her paint shirt didn't have a single splatter on it at all.

"But you haven't got any on your clothes?"

"I don't wanna paint!" Rindy said abruptly, startling Therese. The first grader was close to tears and Therese quickly set the paint aside and moved her to a desk.

"Alright, no worries, Rindy. We can draw with crayons instead, would you like that?"

"Yes," she said, voice small. Therese offered a pink paper; saying how it matched Rindy's shirt and she eagerly began drawing. Therese followed her lead, sitting next to her and drawing with small coloured crayons on a blue piece of paper. She was huddled in a kid-sized chair next to Rindy, making her posture awkward but she didn't move.

When the clock came close to 5, Therese got the kids to start washing up; giving them a two minute warning so that they'd all have time for gummies, and the class ran off to collect paint cups, brushes and paper.

Rindy helped put the crayons back in order with Therese, and suddenly said,

"My daddy doesn't like it when I get things messy," as she tried to colour code the crayons, until Therese insisted it didn't matter.

"Is that why you didn't want to paint?"

She nodded. "If I get clothes dirty, I did a bad thing."

Therese nodded while knowing full well how hard it was for kids to not get clothes dirty; with play and games it was bound to happen. Did Rindy even play?

"Well, we can always draw with crayons. We've got plenty, and you can use whichever ones you want," Therese said, snapping the lid shut. Rindy's face lit up again and she showed Therese her drawing.

"Is this your family?"

"Yah, but just my mom, cause it's just me and Mommy right now," Rindy said, a pudgy finger pointing at a taller doodle of a blonde woman next to a tiny stick-figure girl of Rindy herself.

"Oh, it's really nice, Rindy, are you gonna show your mom? I'm sure she'll love it."

Rindy grinned and giggled, hugging Therese's arm next to her, "thank you Miss B!"

She had the kids line up, and soon enough parents came by to pick them up, cooing and complimenting their various art projects they took home. Mrs. Morgan stopped by and made smalltalk with a few of the moms and the group began to thin out, leaving only a few kids and their parents.

Therese went back into the room just to examine all possessions had been picked up and she only needed to put things back to normal when Rindy came into the room, practically in hysterics with her backpack swinging behind her.

"Miss B! Miss B! My drawing, I forgot it!"

"No worries, Rindy. Look, it's right there." She picked up the drawing left on Rindy's desk and crouched down to hand it to the toddler.

"Oh, thank you Miss B!" The girl threw her small arms around Therese's neck, nearly throwing her off-balance.

"It's a beautiful picture, Rindy. Make sure you don't lose it!"

Pointed clicks of heeled footsteps caught Therese's attention and she looked up to see Director Ross, out of all people, standing in the doorway of the room, staring at the teacher clutching the toddler in her arms. Therese's breath caught as grey eyes met her own.

Paling, Therese let go and stood up quickly, her hands wringing. Was she related to Rindy? Surely not. But she said her mother had come to pick her up.. did Therese really miss that important factor?

"Mommy look!" Rindy squealed, confirming Therese's suspicions. "It's you and me!"

She waved the art above her head, rustling the paper excitedly. Director Ross took and examined it, smiling.

"It's wonderful, Nerinda. Did you say thank you to your teacher for finding it?"

"I did!"

"Alright. Aunt Abby is just outside, why don't you go show her?"

Rindy flew out of the room with the paper clutched in tiny fists, greeted just out of sight in the hallway by another familiar voice- Miss Gerhard exclaiming "oh hi there kiddo!"

The silence was deafening. Therese felt inadequate, the same way she had slumped in Gen's impeccable shadows during closing night. Here she stood, paint splattered on her hands, still wearing the painting shirt over her top and trousers.

Director Ross on the other hand was wearing a dark brown pencil skirt, and a fitted red blouse that hugged every curve. Her heels made her much taller than Therese remembered- she always wore flats or low heels at rehearsal.

"Hello," she squeaked, feeling bared and exposed. Ross' eyes were unreadable as they stood across from each other.

"So, it was you- this... new art teacher."

"Uhm, yeah, that's me," Therese mumbled, shifting on her feet. Ross came closer, her perfume taking over Therese's senses.

"I saw your name in the directory, but thought it couldn't possibly be the same girl as Abby's dear photographer from months ago."

She remembers me. Dear God. "Yeah, that's me," Therese said again, stupidly. "I-I mean, yes. I studied art as well as photography, but being a photographer isn't the most... fulfilling job. In terms of money."

"Ah, I see. A struggling artist, then?"

"You could say that."

"Well, I must thank you. Rindy seemed overjoyed just now, she couldn't stop talking about you in the mere minutes when Abby and I arrived."

"Really? Oh, goodness."

"Well, up until she realized her picture was missing."

"Of course, she was very enthusiastic about making it. " Therese replied numbly. "I had no idea you were her mother." The last bit was blurted out and Therese nearly kicked herself for sounding so invasive. Carol only smiled lightly in understanding.

"Ross is my maiden name. Aird is my husband's, and so it's Rindy's as well. I should be down as Carol Aird in the directory, just for the sake of continuity at this school," she ran a hand through her locks, and Therese blinked. Carol.

"Your husband?"

"Ah, well, ex-husband I should say. We got divorced just last year."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Carol said, her eyes sweeping across the classroom and settling back on Therese's form, clad in the painting shirt that was far too oversized for her. "Your uniform, I take it?"

Therese blushed and hurriedly unbuttoned it, "Well, sort of," she stammered. "So I don't get paint everywhere."

"I see," Carol responded coolly, eyes roving up and down Therese's form, now clad in a nice, professional outfit without a single splatter of paint. "Seems to have worked."

Therese felt like she was about to faint at the implication that Carol just checked her out, but she kept her cool.

"I'm, uh, looking forward to see Rindy again in this club. She's got a lot of charisma for drawing; that could probably become a talent if she keeps trying."

Carol looked away with a quick shade of guilt passing over her expression. "Ah, well, that. I hadn't intended to keep Rindy in this -your- club at first. I needed her to stay somewhere until Abby and I finished up a last meeting today."

"Oh, right, of course, silly me," Therese shook her head and smiled at Carol, a little defeated. "She's always welcome, of course."

With that, the brunette turned and headed to the desk to pack up the last of her supples.

"It's not that I wouldn't want her here," Carol blurted out. Therese turned to look at her, the only thing giving away Carol's own nerves being the higher tone in her voice. "It's a bit complicated. I'd rather have her home with me- I mean, I didn't mean-,"

"Of course," Therese said again. "It's no problem, Carol, really. It's only a small art club, it's not NYU."

Carol nodded, irritated at herself that she had been on her way to getting through to the brunette and she messed it up herself.

"But-," Therese piped up. "If you'd like for her to come back, but don't want to miss any time with her, I'm sure you could come help out in the program. If you don't mind getting a bit messy. With paint, that is," she added hastily.

"Really?"

"Sure. Clubs have parent volunteers all the time. You could help me set up," Therese was rambling at this point. "Rindy could paint, and I'd have a better control of the kids that come in here with someone else to help. That is, if you'd like to. There's no issue if you chose not to- only if you didn't want to miss out on things with Rindy, but if Rindy really liked it here-"

A cool hand touched Therese's upper arm, halting her rant. "I'd love to, Therese, really. It sounds wonderful. I haven't been in a classroom setting for years."

"Right, okay," Therese squeaked. "I can talk to registration about it, if you'd like."

"Well, then. That's that," Carol smiled. She gave Therese a teasing wink and left the classroom, breezing out with newly regained confidence.

Still got it, she thought, as she picked up a chattery Rindy and slung an arm around Abby's middle, heading out to the parking lot. Back in the classroom, Therese continued cleaning up, setting the easels back in place and putting desks in order with a huge grin on her face, humming happily.

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