#wanted to gif piper's dress but that was not going to happen when there's not one good shot of it so
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PRUE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
"Dead Man Dating"
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Gowns and Daggers | L.V.
📝 Title: Gowns and Daggers
📚 Requested: Yes/No
✍ Summary: It's prom night at Camp Half Blood
When you were a child of one of the 12 major god or goddess of Olympus, having a “normal life” seems like a far fetched fantasy land.
So, when Chiron and Mr. D suddenly decided it was nice to throw a prom night at Camp Halfblood to “give y’all a break” - it was as if Hades had just announced that every monster in existence has been banished to the Underworld.
You, Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper had taken it upon your selves to make sure that it would surely be a night to remember for all of you.
Then, after 2 months of waiting, the night of your lives had finally come.
“Pipes, how long is this still going to take?” You asked as the daughter of Aphrodite added what seemed to be the hundredth layer of lipstick on you.
“Just a minute, I promise.” She answered, “I just want to add on a bit of glitter to give emphasis on your lips.”
“And done!” Piper grinned, her own makeup adding to her natural beauty as she handed you a mirror, “What do you think?”
A smile immediately broke out on your lips as you inspected yourself in the mirror, “It’s amazing! Thank you so much, Pipes.”
“We’re ready to go, aren’t we?” Hazel asked, glancing at the clock, you had 5 more minutes before you were due at the Big House.
“C’mon Annabeth!” You called out, “There’s no point in delaying it any further. Let’s see the dress.”
Although you girls went dress shopping together, Annabeth insisted on keeping hers a secret.
“Fine!” She grumbled before stepping out into the open.
With the pitch of all three of your screams of delight, it was a surprise no one came running thinking you guys were in trouble.
A blush immediately rose up to Annabeth’s cheeks as she gave a twirl in the sea blue dress she was wearing, “You can’t be that serious.”
“Girl, I’m telling you, if Percy doesn’t faint at the sight of you - I’m keeping you all to myself tonight.” Piper said.
“And what about Jason?” You asked, giving her a teasing smile.
She merely twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger, “Who says I can’t have both.”
“Piper Mclean!” You scolded, hitting her with a pillow as the group bursted into laughter.
“And how about you and Mr. Valdez?” Hazel now directed the attention to you.
It was your turn to blush, “What about it? It’s not like he’s my date or anything.”
As the saying goes, truth hurts. Out of the four girls in your friend group, you were the only one single and without a date.
But, who cares? It’s not like you’ve been crushing on Leo for a year and 6 months.
“Oh please, he would literally give anything you want on bended knee.” Piper protested.
“I bet you 10 drachma he’ll make a move tonight.” Annabeth challenged.
Before you could even say anything in reply, Hazel and Piper already placed their bets.
You rolled your eyes at their antics, “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”
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Kudos to the Hephaestus and Aphrodite cabins, in a matter of 12 hours, the Big House was practically unrecognizable.
“Are you sure this is the Big House?” Hazel asked, looking around the place in awe, “For what we know the Athena cabin would have built an auditorium here or something.”
“I’m pretty sure..” You trailed off.
Suddenly you heard a thud, followed by the roaring laughter of Leo, Jason, and Frank. Turning around you saw Percy on the floor, seemingly knocked unconscious with a blushing Annabeth and Piper with a teasing smile.
“Looks like you called it, Pipes.” Hazel said, trying not to laugh along.
“Better call Will.” You said, “Unless Annabeth wants to lug around an unconscious boyfriend the whole night.”
“Dancing sounds a lot better.” Annabeth agreed as the both of you set off to find Will.
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“What happened to you, Valdez? Cat got your tongue?” Jason asked, diverting the attention from unconscious Percy.
“What?” Leo asked, turning to look at Jason after being snapped out of his trance.
“Y/N left a minute ago. Went to get Will.” Frank explained.
“Yeah,” Leo nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I knew that.”
“Uh huh.” Piper’s tone told everyone just how unconvinced she was, “Was she wearing a necklace?”
“Yeah.” Leo answered without a second thought, “The locket I gave her a year ago.”
“She was?” Frank said, “I never noticed.”
‘That doesn’t prove anything.” Leo protested despite the heat on his cheeks.
“If you say so. Just remember what Percy taught you about slow dancing.” Hazel teased as everyone laughed.
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30 minutes later, Percy has now regained consciousness and his arm has never left Annabeth’s waist. Jason and Piper have been in the middle of the dance floor since the music started playing while Frank and Hazel are taking pictures of Nico and Will.
“Beautiful night isn’t it?” A voice appeared next to you as Leo grinned, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.
“Definitely.” You agreed, looking around at the place filled with nothing but laughter and excitement, “I don’t think any night could be better than this.”
“I know how it can be even better.” Leo interjected, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“How?” You hoped this would lead where you were hoping that it would.
He started fiddling with the hem of suit jacket, “If you would dance with me.”
A small flame bursted out on a strand of his hair as his face started turning red, “I mean if you want to. I’m not saying that you would dance with me, not that I’d force you to. But, if you want then it’d make me really happy but if-”
You giggled, gently patting his hair to extinguish the flame, “Yes Leo, I will dance with you.”
“Really?” He asked, not believing his luck.
“Of course.” Your heart started racing as you grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
His eyes widened as he placed his hand on your waist and you rested your hands on his shoulders.
“You have a dagger strapped to your waist?” Leo asked in complete shock.
“We’re demigods.” You answered nonchalantly, “And you literally make these weapons.”
“I know.” He said, “But you’re wearing a gown and you have a weapon strapped inside.”
You shrugged, “So? You never know when the monsters are going to attack. Better to be safe than sorry.”
Leo smiled, shaking his head fondly as he spun you around in time with the beat.
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MJF Drabble #39
For a long moment, you both panted and stared at each other.
“I’m sorry,” Max said between rapid breaths. “I know I said I’d wait till you wanted it, but I…” He took a deep breath. “I… You saved Piper. And I couldn’t help myself.”
“I couldn’t either,” you replied.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if-”
“Don’t. Don’t even voice it,” you cut him off. “She is okay now. That’s what matters.”
Max glanced over at the ball that had been lodged in Piper’s throat and looked confused. “That’s weird. That isn’t even one of her toys.”
“It was really lodged in her throat good,” you commented. “I don’t see how she could have done that herself. Where were you when it happened?”
“I was in the bathroom. I came out, and went into my dressing room and she was choking.”
“I think someone did this intentionally, Max.” You said quietly. “There’s no way that she would have gotten that ball lodged into her esophagus all on her own.”
A snarl crossed Max’s face. “Jay.”
“Wait, Max. We don’t know that. You have to think logically-”
“Jay is the only person that would have done this. How’s that for logic?”
“I agree. But you can’t go and attack him…” You placed your hand comfortingly on his chest. “You’ll get hurt because all he knows how to do is sick his lackeys on you.”
“I’m still gonna kick his-”
You did the only thing you could think of that would get his mind temporarily off Jay.
You initiated another kiss.
Instantly, his mouth melted from a hard scowl and moved against yours, a soft growl emerging from his throat.
“You don’t play fair,” he groaned into your mouth.
You giggled, and kissed him again.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, you need to keep an eye on Piper.”
“She’s okay, right?” He immediately looked worried, and you felt badly.
“Of course. She’s fine. But it will give you something to do besides go pick a fight.”
“Okay, for you, I’ll let it go. For now.”
“Thank you,” you replied. “I don’t want to see you getting a beat down by four men simultaneously.”
“Fine, we’ll settle our differences in a match. A last man standing match.”
You nearly swallowed your tongue, “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Max.”
“Hey, he’s gotta pay. Nobody hurts either of my girls and gets away with it.”
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Can I ask for some headcanons for Wonka going very *very* little to the point where he's just a little baby and Abacus taking care of him 🥺
Oh anon you know me too well :,) of course!!! Headcanons under the cut
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• It isn’t often that Willy slips down really little, but when he does he is extremely clingy and often completely non verbal. But Abacus has experience with little ones from his own parenting. And over time he was able to pick up on what exactly Willy is wanting or trying to tell him when words aren’t working.
• Although the main trigger of him slipping so low is usually from something negative happening or he’s extremely exhausted. Abacus is the go to caregiver when he’s at his smallest. And although not the best of circumstances, he can’t help but enjoy it a little when he gets to care for him so small.
• Abacus knitted him a small comfort blanket, seeing how much he already adores his little knitted bird from his mother. When very little he’ll sleep with it rubbed against his cheek, with it meaning so much to Abacus with how much he adores it. Abacus having knitted similar blankets for his own children and granddaughter.
(I base this on my late papa who did this for myself and siblings. Miss him so much 💔)
• Willy wishes it were possible for Abacus to carry him like Piper can, especially when he’s tiny. So instead he’ll do everything he can to be attached to him, sitting in his knee or curled into his shoulder in bed.
• Willy needs a lot of help when in a baby headspace, simple actions feeling so much harder. He forgets about basic self care, and desperately needs to have someone there to help him with things. (Which is usually Abacus) Such as dressing, eating and just being aware of his bodily needs.
• When Willy can’t sleep, Abacus is usually happy to read to him until he can drift off. Usually chaptered storybooks that Willy would struggle to read on his own. Although for when his littlest, Noodle had found a few picture books in her mother’s library to lend. Slowly Abacus will read each page and let Willy take as much time as he wants to trace and look at the pages. Similar to how he would trace the text on his mother’s bar of chocolate.
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So it begins (Halloweek 2023)
A/N: I'll be expecting lots of comments and likes on this or we won't post the rest you've been warned -Danny
Words: 1,167
Warnings: This ofc follows our Halloweek timeline therefore everyone is of age but it's all platonic dw
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Apollo is worried.
Meg asked him to deliver the invites for this year's Halloween party to all of their friends, and he thought it would take two, maybe five seconds to visit everyone. He was wrong.
Now that he's a god again, he's able to visit everyone at the same time, but since we don't have the power to read all of the interactions at once, let's start with the ones at Camp Jupiter.
Apollo—dressed as Lester—knocked on Hazel's front door and waited. Now, time's a bit funky when you're a god, so he could be wrong, but he kind of felt like it took way too long for Hazel to show up and open up.
When she did, she looked like she'd spent the whole month hybernating.
"Lester," her expression changed right away, and she tried to reach for her sword except she didn't have it at the moment. "What is it? What happened?"
"Greetings, Praetor!" Lester smiled, handing her a bright orange envelope. "You are cordially invited to Meg's Halloween party! Costumes required, drinks are optional."
Hazel blinked, her mouth forming a silent "O" when he explained the reason of his visit.
"Anyway, the invite's for you and Frank, obviously, we're not wasting paper if you guys are coming together anyway," Lester paused and studied her looks. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah!" She fixed her posture. "Sorry, I was taking a nap so..."
"Got it, got it," Lester grinned. "Well, see you at the party!"
Hazel tried not to look as freaked out as she felt, she nodded and smiled. "Sure! See ya!"
Next up was Jason. He opened right away, but he looked just as tired as Hazel. When he saw Lester at the doorway he frowned.
"This is the worst kind of deja vu," he muttered.
"Good to see you too!" Lester replied happily, though he was starting to sense that something wasn't quite right with his friends. He handed Jason the envelope. "Party at Meg's, costumes, food, you know the drill."
Jason took the invitation and stared at it for a little too long, Lester cleared his throat to get his attention.
"Have we misspelled Jason, or...?"
The boy shook his head and tried for a smile, but he was a terrible liar. "No it's fine, I was er... just thinking about some stuff I gotta do before I leave for the party."
"Busy man, aren't you, little brother?" Lester patted his shoulder proudly.
"Please don't ever call me that."
"I'll think about it," He winked at him.
Since Grover offered to take the invite to Percy and Annabeth the last time he'd visited Meg, Lester's next visit was to Piper.
This time he made sure not to show up at an inconvenient time, which meant he showed up when she was just coming back from her last class of the day.
Piper was so done with everything that she didn't even panic when she spotted Lester on her bed. She nudge him to the side and fell face-first on the mattress.
"What?" She asked against her pillow.
Lester looked at her with worry. "Am I missing something? All of you look really tired, is there a new war going on?"
"Yeah, it's called midterms," Piper groaned. "Why are you visiting us?"
Lester placed her invitation on the pillow. "Halloween is this weekend."
The girl lifted herself up abruptly and seized the envelope. "Crap," she stated.
Lester started to feel anxious. Had everyone forgotten? They weren't thinking about ditching Meg's party, right? That would suck.
"I take that none of you remembered?"
Piper's face was easy to read. "No, no! Don't worry, I'll be there."
Lester didn't want to pressure anyone, but he also didn't want Meg to get hurt. "Well, if you need any help you can call anytime."
Piper smiled and placed the invitation on her nightstand. "Thanks, man."
"Yeah," he got up to leave. "Take your nap."
Leo was the only one so far that looked the same as always. He was fixing a bike on the rooftop of the waystation, and when Lester showed up, he seemed happy to see him.
"Hey, man!" The young man got up and grabbed a dirty cloth to sort of clean up before shaking Lester's hand. "What's up?"
"Halloween party at Meg's," Lester handed him his invite.
"Oh, right!" Leo seized the envelope and read it briefly. "Cool, yeah," he looked up and smiled. "You guys need help with the decorations or something?"
"Nah, the dryads and satyrs took over," Lester said.
Leo raised a brow. "Really? And they did a good job?"
"Hey, don't use that haughty tone, they are experts at parties!"
"Alright, fine!" Leo raised his hands in surrender. "Well, yeah I'll be there. You told everyone else yet?"
"Yeah, I'm on it," Lester tilted his head, paying attention to the other interactions. "They don't seem excited this year."
Leo grinned knowingly. Truth be told, he was freaking out a little as well, but he was good at hiding that sort of stuff. Time had gone by way too fast this year, he hadn't even realized it was October.
"We're all adults now, man, stuff get in the way, but we'll be there no matter what."
"Yeah," Lester sighed, humans had the bad habit of aging too quickly.
Nico and Y/N were a whole other story. They were together on the rec room, and when Lester showed up Nico welcomed him with a crooked smile.
"About time! We were starting to wonder if Meg had forgotten."
Lester pulled out the two orange invitations and smiled. "Never!"
"Nice!" Y/N examined the piece of paper with excitement. "Can't wait! It took Cal like a whole week to finish my costume, it's gonna be amazing."
"Meg said she was cool with me summoning a few ghosts to act as waiters for her party," Nico grinned, pushing the letter on his pocket. "It's going to be awesome."
"Are you taking the cocoa puffs with you?" Y/N asked with curiosity.
"Of course," Nico snorted. "Already have their costumes planned out."
"Aww, that's cute," Lester beamed. "I'm glad you two didn't forget, everyone else seems... sort of dead."
Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"
Lester shrugged. "Doesn't look like they're feeling it this year, Piper mentioned some midterms, whatever that means..."
Nico and Y/N shared a look, but whatever they were thinking, they didn't mention it to Lester.
"You probably caught them in a bad moment," Nico brushed it off.
"Yeah, we'll be having our monthly meeting tomorrow, I'm sure everyone will want to talk about how excited they are about the party."
Lester cheered up at this. "Yeah, that's probably it! Well, see you guys this weekend!"
"Bye, Lester!"
"See you."
The god vanished and left the two demigods alone. Y/N looked at Nico and scowled.
"They definitely forgot."
"Definitely," Nico smirked and fell back on the couch, eating a fistful of popcorn. "Can't wait for tomorrow's meeting."
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Resist and bite
Roman reigns x Piper (OC)
Warnings: violence, angst, romance, ptsd, trauma mentions, teleportation, errors I may have missed.
Word count: 818
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Romans POV
I woke up the next morning with piper snuggled into me and my arm wrapped around her. Her hair was scattered all over her pillow and her face and I had t realized when she came in but she only had underwear and and a top on. She really felt safe with me. I don't know what Seth had done to her but whatever it was it must've been awful.
I slowly pulled my arm off her as not to wake her and got out of bed. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer And headed down stairs to make breakfast. It was gonna be small because we had to leave soon but it would at least be enough to get food in our stomachs.
I grabbed some eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns and decided to make breakfast burritos. Quick, eatable on the go. Perfect! I finished cooking and made the burritos and went to wake up piper but she was already at the bottom step when I reached it "good morning" she yawned "I smelled food!"
"Yeah I made breakfast burritos!" I smiled holding up a plate with some on it. "A man that can cook? That's hot?" She winked at me. I made a Mental note.
"We need to get dressed and head out soon" I said.
"What's the rush? If they were gonna find me here wouldn't they have by now?" She asked.
"Seth is sneaky and he'll make you think he doesn't know when he Actually does" I said
"Yeah I know" she said looking away. She put the burrito down "im not hungry anymore. I should go get ready"
When I find out what all that bastard did to her I'll tear him limb from limb myself!
Piper's POV
When Roman said Seth was sneaky it triggered bad memories. Things I thought I had buried but it seemed they were coming back to the surface. Things that would awaken horrible things inside of me that I never wanted to come back. The pain i felt from remember became to much and I stated sobbing uncontrollably.
I heard the door fly open and out of reflex I jumped because the room wasn't what it was before. It wasn't until I heard Romans voice that I realized he wasn't Seth and I wasn't going to get beat.
His strong Arms wrapped Around me "it's ok baby girl! I'm here! Shhh you're safe!" His words soothing and as deep as his voice was it made my body relax.
"Hey I know this may be a lot to ask but what happened with Seth? If you don't wanna talk about it it's fine and I'll be here when your ready" he said gently rubbing my back.
I sighed heavily "I saw him murder the servant girl because she protected me. I was under the bed but she told him I was with you. He picked her up by her hair and in last act of defiance she spit in his face. He told her she'd never know if I was safe or not and snapped her neck and threw her to the side before walking out of the room. How he didn't think to look under the bed I'll never know but after he left I got out of there and ran here"
"Piper I'm so sorry! I had no idea" he said hugging me.
"There's more... A lot more I'm just not ready yet" I said.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead "when you are I'll be here" he smiled at me.
Romans POV
In that moment I wanted to kiss her so bad but she was vulnerable and I wasn't gonna take Advantage of her. Eventually I would tell her how I felt but right now wasn't the time. I don't know how, why or when I fell in love with her but I had and seeing her cry because of Seth broke my heart. I wanted to protect her but I couldn't.
The sound of glass shattering broke me from my thoughts. A brick landed in the floor with a note. I picked it up and read it "I see you!"
"We have to go NOW!" I said running to my room and grabbing my bag and shoving everything I could into it. Piper had done the same before running down the hall "Roman where are we gonna go? There's literally no where!"
"There is!" I smiled "you see this?" I pointed to the ring on my finger "watch!"
I stuck my hand out and spun my Arm in a circle creating a portal "go! It's ok" Piper looked at me hesitantly but went through as I followed right behind her before closing the portal. The sound of honking busses and taxis filled out ears "where are we?" Piper asked.
"London!" I smiled "welcome to the UK!"
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Love Language
Here’s more Pied Piper content to feed anyone who simps for this man who has hardly any fanfiction for him💖
Pied Piper x Reader
You meet the mysterious Pied Piper for the first time.
Did they have to pester you on your birthday of all days?
Your older sister had just gotten married which meant you were the last child that needed to be wed. Your family had given you a big lecture on how you better meet someone nice and walk down that aisle as soon as possible. You couldn't take it anymore and fled the house.
Seriously? On your birthday of all days?
So, you decided to treat yourself in the local market. There was plenty of fruits, hats, and other fun things that caught your attention. It was fun to forget about your family for a bit, but the colorfulness of all the objects caused you to get distracted.
And you bumped into someone.
"I’m terribly sorry. I really need to watch where I’m going.” You said with a nervous laugh while looking up to see who you ran into.
It was a man who was fairly tall; you know this because you bumped headfirst into his chest. He was dressed in white with gold lining, along with a cape and a hat with a feather in it. He also seemed to have some sort of instrument with him. A flute, or something. However, what you really took away was his eyes.
They were a dazzling shade of blue.
“Are you alright?” You asked when he didn’t seem to respond to your words from earlier. He just smiled at your words before nodding. Then the two of you just stood there awkwardly. You weren’t good at conversation, and for some reason, he didn’t seem the most talkative.
But before you could get any more words out, he quickly sped past you.
Confused, you watched the man disappear into the throng of people. Was it something you did? Said? It’s not like you two spent any long length of time together. You didn’t even know the guy. In fact, you didn’t even know his name.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Pied Piper knew exactly who you were. He doesn’t like to call himself a stalker, because that’s not what he does. Piper just finds you to be a radiant beauty, and he’s too shy to ever approach you himself in public, so he simply watches you from afar.
They say Snow White is the fairest in the land. He begs to differ.
However, he’s too insecure about being mute to ever try and confront you.
So, bumping into you in the market was a situation he quickly had to disperse from. If you tried to talk any more, his secret would be revealed. In fact, if you even just looked at him a little longer, you would know who he was and his secret would be revealed anyway.
For now, he just kept to himself and observed you from a distance. Piper wasn’t creepy about it, he just wanted to ensure that you were safe. After all, you seemed a little upset, and not everyone in this town was a friendly face.
That’s why when he saw some men beginning to tail you, he followed as well...
Perhaps your mind was too in depth with the man you just bumped into, but you started to wander. There was something about that man that seemed familiar. You can’t remember seeing him before, but you’ve heard people talk about a man who sounded like him.
Who was he?
"Hello beautiful." Those words coiled around you like a snake. You froze in your tracks as the heavy steps of some, probably drunk, men came from behind you.
"Can I help you with something?" You said politely while turning, hoping to get them to leave.
Yep. It was around four drunk men.
“I think we are going to have a bit of fun here.” One of them said, and you didn’t like the sickening tone in his voice. It made your blood curdle a bit as you tried to take a couple steps away from them.
“L-Leave me alone.” You hated how your voice stuttered a bit as your back hit a wall. They closed in on you like wolves, smirking and laughing. You felt fear slowly slinking into the pit of your stomach. There was no way you could get out of this on your own.
Then, just as one was about to grab you, the strangest thing happened.
“What the-?!” The man cried out as he twirled away from you, his companions soon joining in.
You were shocked to see the men all start dancing as the sound of a flute came from seemingly nowhere. As you turned to face the source of the music, you watched none other than the man from earlier come out of the shadows, playing that flute of his.
“Please stop!” The men cried out, almost like they were in pain. Even though it was just dancing, it still looked and probably felt like torture. However, as soon as the man from earlier quite playing his flute, and the men stopped dancing, they quickly fled.
“T-Thank you...” You stuttered out, slightly surprised to see him again. This time, he didn’t run away. He only lowered his flute to give you another smile and nod. That’s when you recognized the engravings on it.
“You’re...the Pied Piper.” You said in astonishment, and he sheepishly avoided your eyes while lowering his beloved instrument in what almost appeared to be in shame.
“That’s why you couldn’t say anything...you’re mute.” You said, understanding now. Piper had that scared look in his eye. The look that told you he was about to bolt any second, but you stopped him.
“I’m so grateful for you. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, who knows what might have happened. And on my birthday of all days...” You whispered that late part, not seeing his eyes light up when you said that. Then you gave him another smile while patting his arm in gratitude.
The slight touch caused him to get slightly flustered as he smiled to himself in boyish delight.
“Well, I hope to see you again sometime. Just, maybe in different circumstances.” You said with a slight laugh causing him to smile a bit as well. Then, you walked past him, shoulders brushing slightly. After that, he glanced over to see your retreating form, smiling to himself a bit.
You wanted to see him again, and he had just the idea to make that happen.
As you continued on your journey to nowhere. Well, anywhere but back home to your family where they would no doubt lecture you on getting married again. Soon, you weren’t even in the village anymore. You were walking up a grassy slope, past some farmland, till you found an old lone tree you could sit under.
Looking out over the village, you started to hum the "Happy Birthday" song to yourself.
A breeze swept through the area, and you closed your eyes as it combined with your humming slightly. However, soon another sound joined in your symphony.
It was the sound of a familiar flute.
You stopped humming, opened your eyes, and looked over to see Piper on one knee with his flute in hand. Even though you stopped the song, he continued to play your birthday song till the end. As he finished, he gave you another one of those smiles that seemed to soften your heart each time.
“That was so kind of you. I can’t believe you remembered what I said.” You murmured softly, shyly looking away because you were so touched by his actions. Not even your own family seemed to remember or care about your birthday. To have the Piper give you such a performance when you’ve never really met him was truly thoughtful.
But why?
“But...you hardly know me...” You trailed off, unsure of why he was being so kind to you. Of course, the poor man has been cursed with muteness, his voice taken away, so he was unable to simply tell you.
However, him moving to sit beside you and grabbing your hand, made things a little clearer. You blushed as you tried to read his actions. Pied Piper was a mysterious man, or so you’ve heard, but you never would’ve expected to catch his eye in this light.
“Are you trying to tell me...that you...” As you stumbled over your words, your hand slowly starting to grip his own, Piper decided to make another move. He moved his other hand up to your cheek, brushing it slightly, and this caused you to look up and meet those dazzling blue eyes of his.
Then, he kissed you.
It was a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, being kissed by someone. And being kissed by Piper, well, let’s just say that playing his flute is the second-best thing he can do with his lips. Hence why your family was so on your back about getting married. However, for just a split second, you felt like it was possible. Even though you both hardly knew each other, it was clear that feelings where.
It almost felt like true love.
After you guys parted, he was smiling at you again. Surely, he must’ve felt how you felt. Like it was all part of fate’s plans to bring you two together. Like it was something out of a fairytale.
Piper saw you staring at him, cheeks dusted pink and eyes wide with love. He knew he couldn’t speak to you in the way you could with him. However, he had a theory.
Special types of people could understand his speech through his flute. People of magical prowess, fairy tale creatures, and other cursed beings, for example. As far as he knew, you were just a regular human.
But if you were his true love...
Piper slowly pulled away from you to grab his flute. You watched in curiosity as he inspected it before glancing at you. You waited, unsure of what he was trying to do. Then, he licked his lips before bringing them to his flute.
And to your amazement, you understood him.
As the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence, embracing beneath that old oak tree in the dying light of the sun, you suddenly didn’t care about your family’s wishes or anything else for that matter.
You had your true love with you, and that’s all you really needed.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
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I’ll let ya’ll guess what Piper said to you. It can probably be a range of things💖
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Of course the inside would be totally ripped out and completely redone in the Laveau style. They’d never keep it like this. Just tear out the insides and the ‘skin’, break it down to the bare bones and then build it back up again. Even the process sounded so goddamn Laveau with all the macabre details.
It felt really good just being able to relax with Flotsam again. Reminded Thomas of the old times when they would just plop on the couch together, watch some Top Gear, laugh at how stupid the men could be and have a couple of brews and some popcorn. The current view was much better than the television, no matter how HD they made the screens these days.
Thomas had a pretty good read on Flotsam, or so he liked to think. He knew that mind was going, the gears turning, could swear sometimes he could see and smell the smoke that was being caused from everything moving too fast like a treadmill. That scene in Modern Times where Charlie Chaplin is working in the factory and gets sucked up into the machine, that’s how he pictured Flotsam’s brain sometimes. He might not always know exactly what was turning those gears, but he could see when they were turning.
He knew about the nightmares. He still read over that journal, treating Valerie and Flotsam’s dreams as if they were his own. They had such a vivid imagination that they wrote them so beautifully and Thomas could picture it in his head like it was a movie. He’d sometimes get caught up in thinking about them, as if they really had been his. So he’d been extra affectionate at night lately, lots of kissing and cuddling and arm and back stroking until he fell into the darkness of his own sleep. To reassure him that no matter what happened, they were going to be safe because they had the stupid, foolish, cliche, cringeworthy power of love on their side and they were all still living because of it. All five of em here in this cabin.
He’d wait for Flotsam to open up about this one. About why those gears were gearing to go. Trying to force Flotsam to talk was rougher than trying to get blood out of a stone, and he wasn’t going to go ruining their vacation over it. Besides - he looked happy right now. Well and truly excited for this experience that Thomas was planning. So he’d relax with his brew and their food and the ocean and the pups and watch his husband do a very dorky kung-fu lightsaber battle against the air, and love him all the more for it.
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So the next morning came, as mornings often do, though the night had seemed particularly long for two reasons. Number one, Thomas was excited for the next day. That always made it seem like time was slowing down. Time goes faster when you’re having a good time, but goes slower when anticipating one. And the second reason was he was being more cautious about Flotsam’s nightmares. Trying to be more on the edge of sleep rather than falling down it in case he was needed for comfort, for calming down.
But the morning came, and it seemed as if there was no dream to worry about. That felt like a very good omen for the day ahead.
They had the morning routine down perfectly. The triplets were at the age where they could hold their own bottles, but obviously they were still watched, supervised, cuddled while they did so. Then there was the diaper feeding and getting them into their little outfits for the day. The squirmies were really kicking up though. Little legs kicking when they felt the fabric, like they wanted to be free. “That’s the swamps in em,” Thomas would say when Stark made it difficult to put his little pants on.
Just for Flotsam, Thomas would dress in light clothing, doing his best to emulate a sort of Ewan McGregor vibe, grooming his gingery beard in the same style.
Course Clopin didn’t approve of Piper being used for anything, not by the government especially, and not to do stupid little favors. But this? This didn’t count as a stupid little favor. When he’d hear about it later, he’d order a JarJar Binks costume, just so that he could be huffy and say ‘How wuude’ that they didn’t invite him. Also, as long as Piper was happy to do it, there was no problem-o.
Thomas didn’t ask for anything, because he didn’t really have anything. Star Wars wasn’t his jam, and he was always much more amused watching Flotsam and the twins and Scout get into their lightsaber battles than joining in. Still, he’d have fun trying to be like Obi-Wan for the day.
Kids packed - because honestly that felt like it took longer than any diaper bag - and they were ready to go down to the docks where they would take a boat up to the island. And a B-E-A-UTIFUL day, as Thomas would do in the Bruce Almighty voice, doin a very dad thing of standing outside of the cottage door once they were all out, do a stretch, hands on his hips, and look up at the sky. Looking blue and clear -a rare one for these parts of the world. But just all the more fucking perfect. Another good omen. Nothing bad was going to happen today.
Then he picked up the two car seats that were on either side and carried them to the car, smelling the air. Even that, somehow, was green. It just had that earthy smell around it that reminded him of their own Lothlorien. It was a comfort to know that no matter which continent they were on, there was always going to be a place with that smell.
He chuckled over at Flotsam and fastened the babes into the backseat. “It’s the deep breath before the plunge,” He quoted Lord of the Rings, of course, as he got into the drivers seat. He didn’t have the wealth of Star Wars quotes that Flotsam had, so he decided to be a little shit and use one from his own franchise. Though he was trying to get in the Star Wars Spirit. As soon as he started up the car, he loaded up the Imperial March on his phone so it played through the speakers as they drove away from the cottage.
Down to the docks, which were busy today, given how nice a day it was. People wanting to go out on boar tours, or just to have a nice day of it, going out on fishing. They weren’t taking a big boat out there, it was just a small ferry, fifteen people. And their little family took up five spaces on their own, though with the stroller, it gave them quite a bit of sitting room. Normally babies or small children weren’t allowed but Thomas handed over a bit of extra cash for them to look the other way about some very well behaved babies that they’d be carrying.
“I did a bit of light reading last night,” Thomas said, once they were situated on the ferry, under the open air, heading towards the strange shaped islands. “It’s 670 steps up to the old monastaries, near where they filmed. So if it comes down to it, I’ll carry you on my shoulders and you can hold the triplets,” He said to Flotsam with a teasing grin.
Flotsam would already sit around the cottage rental by the ocean imagining it different even though it wasn't theirs just because it was so not him, his mind always in artist mode and seeing the potential in angles, space, shapes, and areas with his own ideas. He couldn't help himself. His brain was always creating.
The way Thomas saw his mind wasn't entirely wrong. It was always chugging away full steam ahead on a track that never ends in one way or another. Having Thomas know his every dream was strangest form of intimacy considering they were sort of thing a person usually didn't have to tell another soul if they want to. Considering the Laveau eyes it was one of the few places beside their own thoughts a person had true privacy. So, sharing them all freely made him feel completely ripped or bore open for the other whether it was silly dreams or not because those personal ones like that came, and he was always truthful. It was also strange to get affection for it as an adult as if they needed consoling over their nightmares. They were annoyances harbored in the soul, just a dream he usually bottled up like everything else. That's how Flotsam had always treated them. He wasn't scared of them or too worked up. That was more of what was often behind the quiet brood. He figured somehow psychologically even involuntarily it was one more way he punished himself otherwise his mind would let it all go. Therefore, he must deserve it. It would stop when he paid his debt. However, once he started getting that extra affection he liked it. Thomas always knew just to do even if Flotsam didn't know he needed it.
Flotsam was truly excited from the moment something Star Wars was mentioned. It might not have been Middle Earth, but it was pretty damn cool. It was one more reason why he liked the mando staffs, they reminded more of wizard staffs. Flo was all about kung fu fighting with a Gandalf staff in his hands. High-yah. He was pretty sure someone would say he desecrated the tool by putting a parasol on one end, but he's a rebel like that. Not that it was easily seen wrapped in black leather to appear like a long handled hand grip section to keep it closed in place while down.
Thomas was looking hot as fuck as in his Obi-like attire. Flotsam was totally weak for it, beard and all. Even if Star Wars wasn't his favorite jam Flo sure hoped he was still going to have fun. Flotsam kinda wanted him stoked him too or why bother? Brain spiral. He wanted to do something they'd both enjoy and thought they were. Kind of why Flo was so stoked.
"What's that saying? Can take a kid out the swamp, but can't take the swamp out of the kid? Something like that." Flo laughed. "Atta boy." He kept praising Stark like it was a good thing.
Flo would smirk back as Thomas quoted back, always quoting. Flo would hardly give him demerits for Gandalf quoting. Flo has a habit of mix and matching his fan bases. One of Flo's favorite things to do is make up his own lines while watching the movies. For example: whenever the guy from Kim Convienience shows up as a fighter pilot Flo will shout out something in that guy's accent from the other show, "This star destroya is only-a for da gay." - Which is a mix of a line from a funny episode where his character was upset about pride day and was trying to give discounts only to gay people in his store. Everything was 'only for da gay.' Flo consistently mocks everything about Star Wars all while watching it in comparison to how he watches Lotr in complete reverence every single time.
Flotsam grew a sinister Grinch smile when he heard that Vader March hit his ears. "Oh yeah." He flipped the hood of his cloak up feeling the vibe.
Flo was getting used to money being handed under tables to get what they wanted instead of threats. Oh how life had changed. What a world. It had gotten to a point of it hardly being a thought anymore. What was a thought was seeing they were going to get on a boat again. Just that alone kept Flo happy. "I'm starting to feel like I have my own personal matelot, Mr. Laveau... and it's sexy." Though Flo had to laugh a little. "I sort of feel like I'm on The SS Minnow right now and we're about to get lost at sea like on Gilligan's Island. If we do get stranded with this group of people, for the record, we're the sexy ones.... and l'm like Ginger, only the rock star instead movie star and everyone's disappointed because I'm taken."
Then Thomas started teasing him about how many steps had to be climbed. "Oh, you think I can't make it huh? Challenge accepted."
He kept trying to seem all Jedi serious as he trekked, but somehow he kept slipping more into one liner goofball side of Star Wars and kept grinning and laughing instead. He was focused on the physicality of it but he was no Scout. Lanky and strong sure, but age and illness had deteriorated the guy just a wee bit. He was winded sooner than he might have been in his glory days. It was going to be a refuses to give up on it walk. He'd have to slow down and take his time, really pace himself.
Honestly, it was only when he slowed down he got to take it all in. He looked out and sat on the steps a moment to really take the place in.
The monasteries weren't really the biggest part of the hype to Flo. It was more about the scenes when Luke Skywalker was in hiding with so much turmoil in his heart. That was relatable. Running away. Isolating in a beautiful land that meant something meaningful to him to keep peace in the universe elsewhere. Flotsam liked this place the more he thought about it. It was Skywalker's sanctuary very much like his own little Lothlorien in New Zealand. The very thought made him breathe the air in deeper. He felt a kindred way with it's nature in these thoughts connecting with it through the storytelling. It started to put a very peaceful look on his face.
"What do you think we'll see when we get to the top?" He asked honestly unsure considering he hadn't looked through any tourist information. "Can you see the northern lights from here too? I read you can see them at a place called Malin Head here which I had on my list. It had old country scenery like this around it. I just thought it'd be cool to see the lights together, but even cooler from the Jedi Temple." And yes, of course he would continue to call them Jedi temples even if they were monasteries of a different sort.
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to my soulmate ღ,
i never thought i would be so lucky to have someone like you as my best friend. someone who's patient, understanding, who never judges me, who understands me. i can't stress enough how much of an incredible friend you are to me, and i'll never stop telling you it. there is nobody else in this world who i'd make love letters for, who i'd tell all of my secrets to, who i could go to with anything and know i'd never be judged.
i know in the past people have told you bad (and wrong) things about the type of friend you are, and i can only tell you how wrong they are. you are not judgemental, you're protective. and i absolutely adore it. it makes me feel safe knowing i have someone who will protect me from anything, stand up for me when nobody else will, and tell me when somebody is doing me wrongly and help me realise it.
and i hate myself everyday for the fact that i didn't realise it sooner. something i regret everyday is the fall out we had, but i do think it's made us stronger today. to know now we won't let something stupid separate us, we will only support each other no matter what. i will always regret the things i have said to you in the past, and unfortunately i can't take those back but i hope you know today that i never meant any of them. i'll never ever ever take this friendship for granted, and i will never lose you again. i genuinely cannot imagine my life without you, if we hadn't sorted things between us i doubt i'd be here today. you are the one thing that keeps me going and gets me through the days.
it makes me angry that there are people in the past, and present, who don't or haven't appreciated you. those cunts never deserved you, and if i ever see any of them whilst i'm up i hope you know it's on sight. *fists*. i hate them all so much with so much passion, they never deserved to even have you around them.
i'd like to also just say that you are so sexy it's unreal. you are absolutely beautiful, and i can't deal with the fact that you don't always see it. if you could see the way i look at you, it's how jimin looks at jungkook. it's not only your looks, though. your personality tops it all. your quick wit, your sarcasm and sense of humour i adore. how passionate you are about things you love, how creative you are, the way you listen to music all of the time. i love the little things like your handwriting, how you are with your pets, how you are with piper etc. (damn i really sound like i'm in love with you, well its true i am).
i believe more than anything you are my soulmate. my literal other half. because i have never loved a person the way i love you it's just different. i could talk about it for hours. kinda spooky i'm writing this three days before you're here but right now you're reading this beside me eek. but anyway.
i wish i could be rich and buy you everything you ever wanted and live forever with you in a big mansion. like all the most expensive bracelets and necklaces and heels and rings and dresses and cars and just get married and live together happily. that's the dream, and i hope in the next couple of years we can live together, too. i know we will.
i can't express how excited i am that you're going to be here, and for longer too! and then also us getting the train back up, then the bus to your house again. i can't. i'm so excited. i wish i didn't have work but at least when it gets stressful i can just think that you'll be here soon and then i'll be fine.
if you'd have told me a couple years ago we'd be seeing each other every month from now on i would have said you were crazy. the future looks bright because i picture it with you. living together, going for breakfast and you being there when we both get home from work. i like to think of it happening here, but it's all down to whether you'd be willing to move this far. we can visit your family often and stay there when we have breaks from work. ordering in food and having movie nights in our living room, or if we have a cute garden in the summer we can go out there and have picnics.
normally i hate summer, but now i can't wait knowing i'll be with you a lot. reading on the grass whilst sunbathing, picnics and days at the beach. normally, when i was close with daisy i'd avoid doing all these things or even going out in summer because i'm seriously insecure in summer clothes. but i can see myself being so comfortable in cute summer dresses i have always wanted to wear. and swimming in the sea!! i love the sea, i wish i lived closer to the beach because i love it so much, and i just can't wait to spend summer with you.
okay now i need to talk about your wedding day. i swear i will do my best to make it your dream day and make it perfect. i will (try) to remain calm, but i'm not making any promises. i may freak out but i swear i will do my best. and to your future husband, you can show him this for who ever he may be in the future, that if he doesn't cry when you walk down the isle i will personally have such a bone to pick with him and as maid of honour i will not hesitate to restart the day so he can try again. if it's jungkook i doubt he'll have any problem crying because i can see that man being a mess. if it's joshua, i'm going to show you a specific photo that you need to recreate in order for me to be happy. and they also need to know i'm not happy about this and i wish it was me marrying you but i think i'll get over it. as long as i have jimin i'll be able to overcome the sadness, anyone else i can't see it happening so.
i'd also like to say that i am so fucking proud of you. i have seen you grow from a girl with no self confidence and constantly thinking and talking badly about herself, not seeing her own beauty, into a confident, strong woman with confidence and sexiness and i just love that. it makes me so happy to see how much you've grown and i am just so proud of you.
i'm proud of you for sticking through college for as long as you did, staying in a place you weren't happy. i'm proud of you for cutting off that group of friends that were awful to you. i'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself. i'm proud of you for making it through each day. i'm proud of you for speaking up when you disagree with something. i am just so so so so proud of you.
(writing this on the train home) i miss you already it's ridiculous, which is how i know that we are soulmates because if we weren't, we wouldn't feel like this after ten literal minutes. you are my other half, it's like i don't feel like myself anymore when you aren't here, and even though it feels shitty now, it is amazing because in a couple weeks you'll be back. we can get all dressed up and go for a nice meal and the cinema for v day. then doing our hair too! so so excited, i cannot wait.
i'm literally so in love with you and our friendship. i could go on about it for hours. i cherish you and us so much, i genuinely will do everything in my power over the years to make sure it will always stay this way. i will never EVER let anyone, or anything come in between our friendship. i don't care who it is, i will not allow it to happen.
i love you, so fucking much, and thank you for being my best friend,
from jodi (your wife) ღ
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@dilfgmancoolatta had a really amazing scene in (Un)Forgettable that I wanted to draw.
I’m pretty proud of it!
50 notes - Posted February 16, 2022
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So, remember this post? I decided to write it.
So here’s all the Allison cutscenes with Sammy written in. I ran out of steam at the very end, but I think Allison would ask Sammy to rally the Lost Ones or at least thin out the crowd a bit.
Also, this is probably gonna be pretty disjointed. Apologies
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“I wouldn’t drink too much of that if I were you.” A woman’s voice came from behind Audrey, causing her to gasp and drop the soup can she’d been holding as she whirled around to face the source of the voice.
Standing there was a woman, although she looked nothing like any woman Audrey had ever seen before. The woman had dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and with horns poking out from under it. It looked like she was wearing a headband as well. The woman’s arms were stained black, almost up to the shoulders. It looked like her dress was a part of her skin, at least on her torso. She wore a utility belt and a rope slung across her chest.
Behind the woman was a man. Or something that looked like a man. He was completely black, black as ink. Maybe he was ink. His face and head were completely featureless, save for two glowing golden eyes set deep in the smooth blackness. He wore a mask on the side of his head, a mask of Bendy. Like the woman, he had a utility belt. But he also had an ax, hold loosely in one hand.
“It helps patch you up,” the woman continued, smiling warmly as she approached Audrey. “But the aftertaste, it’s not so good.”
Audrey took a step back, her shoulders tensing.
“Calm yourself, little lamb,” the man said, approaching as well. “We mean you no harm.” His voice was low and soft. It was...beautiful.
The woman glanced back at the man before turning her attention back to Audrey. “He’s right. We’re not going to hurt you,” she said gently, reaching for Audrey’s arm. “Looked like you needed some help.”
“Don’t touch me!” Audrey snapped, wrenching her arm away and taking another step back. “What are you? What is this horrible place?!”
“We are the faithful,” the man spoke with quiet reverence, spreading his arms wide. “The chosen few who follow the path of the Demon. For he will set us free from these inky prisons we call bodies!”
The woman sighed, giving Audrey an apologetic smile. Did this happen often?
“The Demon?” Audrey echoed, her fear only building at such a response. “You mean that thing that attacked me?”
“No. That’s a Piper,” the woman answered, as though that was supposed to tell Audrey anything. “And he’s part of a gang so be careful.”
“As if my Lord could ever be mistaken for something so lowly as a Piper.” The man sounded genuinely offended.
Audrey felt like crying. None of this was answering any of her questions. She still didn’t know where they were, what had happened to her, or what these people were.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she groaned. “I can’t think. It hurts.”
“You’ll catch on pretty quickly, if you can stay alive,” the woman assured her. “Lesson one: Searchers don’t have legs and tend to swarm.” She mimed walking with her fingers, looking at Audrey with a hopeful smile. Was this her idea of a joke? When Audrey didn’t react, the woman’s smile dropped. “Look, it’s not good to stay in one place for too long around here. Keep moving and stay close to the shadows. Take my advice. Head to the upper levels. It’s...safer there.”
“The deeper into this place you delve, the more horrors you will find waiting,” the man said solemnly. There was no hint of the reverence that had been in his voice before, only a weary resignation.
“Can I come with you two?” Audrey asked. These two seemed to understand this place. If she could stay with them, maybe she’d be alright.
The woman’s face fell further, guilt creeping into her expression. “You can’t...I’m sorry. I have a wolf, Tom. He doesn’t care for strangers. He barely tolerates this one as is.” She gave a weak smile and gestured to the man.
“Your wolf is lucky we share a common enemy, else I would have separated his head from his shoulders long ago,” the man declared, eyes narrowing.
“A wolf?!” Audrey sputtered.
The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “Like I said, you’ll catch on. Good luck, I hope we’ll meet again.”
“Best of luck, my little lamb.” The man nodded toward her.
The two of them began to walk away, only for the woman to stop and look back. “Oh! And one more thing! Above everything else, stay away from the Ink Demon.”
“What’s an Ink Demon?”
“He is our Lord! Our savior!” The man proclaimed, gesturing grandly once more. “He will break the cycle! He will set us free!”
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75 notes - Posted November 17, 2022
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I was thinking about the new Butcher Gang member, Carley, and here’s what I think her personality is like.
I think she’s a bit of a hell raiser. Just a feral girl who will absolutely charge into danger without a second though. So she’s just charging into a situation without thinking while Charley and Barley are yelling, “Hey! We had a plan!”
I also feel like she probably regularly talks Edgar into bad decisions.
86 notes - Posted November 18, 2022
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...I had more ideas. Specifically for Audrey trying to make the newest cycle the last one. And hopefully one where her new friends can be happy.
I might write this later, once I’ve finished some of my other projects.
Idea under the cut! (Which kinda just turned into me writing out an outline)
So. Audrey heads through Archgate studios, no longer having to worry about Wilson.
When she’s booted into the studio, I think she finds herself in the original studio, face to face with Henry, who immediately hugs her. They’re both so happy to see each other. Once they stop hugging, Audrey explains her plan. She wants to make the studio a place where everyone can be happy. Or as happy as they can be.
Joey is gone. Wilson is gone. They can finally move on and break the cycle in a way that will help everyone. They deserve happiness, Audrey insists. All of them.
Henry is a little unsure about whether the plan will work, but he agrees to help Audrey. So, he and Audrey turn on the ink machine and head over, where they find the Ink Demon leaning on the boards blocking the machine. Henry’s instinctively a bit wary, as is Audrey, but she walks right over. The Ink Demon asks what Audrey’s planning, which prompts Audrey to tell him about her plan.
The Ink Demon listens, which is honestly more than either Audrey or Henry were expecting from him. He doesn’t think the plan’s going to work, but...out of respect for Audrey he’ll go along with it. Audrey gets very excited at his agreement, although he tells her not to get her hopes up.
Still, Henry can’t help but notice there’s a certain amount of fondness there as the Ink Demon asks Audrey who she’s going to bother next for this idea. Henry suggests Sammy since he’ll probably be the easiest to convince with the Ink Demon on their side. The Ink Demon isn’t thrilled about seeing Sammy again, but he agrees to go along with it.
So, they head down to see Sammy, with some teleportation help from the Ink Demon.
They pop back into existence in Sammy’s sanctuary, scaring the Hell out of Sammy, who’s playing his banjo at his desk. As soon as he realizes he’s in the presence of the Ink Demon, he’s immediately on his knees praising him, which makes the Ink Demon visibly uncomfortable. Audrey steps forward to get his attention, which prompts some confusion from Sammy, as he doesn’t recognize her. The Ink Demon supplies that Audrey is his sister and she has a plan to help all of them. Sammy doesn’t take much convincing to agree to the plan, even though it isn’t clear if he really understands what it’s about.
Leaving Sammy’s sanctuary, Henry and Audrey discuss who to go to next. Henry sheepishly asks if maybe they can go find Boris, because he’s really missed the wolf. Audrey gets a bit excited at the prospect of meeting a perfect Boris, which makes the Ink Demon a bit jealous, although he denies it and refuses to acknowledge it.
They do end up going to find Boris since he’s the closest of major players. He’s...not thrilled with the situation and refuses to come out of the safehouse until Henry goes in and explains what’s going on. Even then, Boris doesn’t seem thrilled to be part of the group. The Ink Demon isn’t surprised, but he’s still kind of hurt. Sammy’s probably trying to help comfort the Ink Demon, although how helpful he’s being is probably up in the air.
After picked up Boris, the group goes over who to go to next.
Audrey suggests maybe Allison, but Henry says Allison and Tom might be a little bit harder to convince. Especially Tom. But if they see everyone working together, maybe they will be convinced. Audrey’s’ a little nervous about seeing Alice again because of the whole “she tried to kill me with a gun” thing, but the Ink Demon assures her they won’t let Alice hurt her.
So they head down to Alice’s floor where she greets them over the speakers. She’s more subdued than she’s been in past loops and asks what they’re doing. Audrey kind of hides in the back while Henry gives the pitch for Audrey’s idea. There’s silence after Henry pitches the idea, and for a little he thinks maybe Alice is ignoring them. Then Alice speaks up and asks if they really think they can make this hellscape a better place. They can’t change their fate. It always ends the same.
Audrey speaks up to say that Joey’s dead now. He can’t force the story to keep going the same way. Things are going to change. She’s going to make sure of it. There’s another long pause and the doors open, revealing Alice with her arms folded. She says she’s only indulging this because Audrey is kind of cute and she could use a change of pace.
From there they go to find Allison and Tom. As Henry anticipated, they aren’t immediately on board. Tom especially is pretty distrustful of the whole group, which isn’t helped by Sammy, who’s probably being pretty petty and snippy. I think Audrey would be the one to convince them with her heartfelt plea. Her genuine desire to make the situation better sways them to try this whole idea out.
They go to tell the Lost Ones the plan last, gathering them together for a big announcement. The Lost Ones probably have mixed reactions, but having Sammy backing the plan definitely helps.
And then I think the rest of the fic would be character interactions, with everyone trying to work through their respective issues and make the studio somewhat livable.
Like Henry and Audrey’s savior complexes. Thanks, Joey.
The Ink Demon’s self worth issues. Thanks, Joey.
Alice’s self worth and image issues. Thanks, Joey.
Basically, you know, recovering from Joey. And Wilson.
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My #1 post of 2022
Beware of spoilers under the cut, but I had some ideas.
So, I saw some people upset about how Sammy didn’t play a huge role in the new game and bringing up how
So. I had an idea.
Allison mentions at some point that there’s somewhat of a resistance going on. Her, Tom, some others. And they do come in at the end to help Audrey. It might’ve been cool if Sammy had been part of that resistance.
You know, the whole “enemy of my enemy” thing. Sammy and Allison and Tom had been on different sides in past loops, but now they have a common enemy. Wilson. They can all agree Wilson is dangerous and needs to be stopped. And if Sammy hears about what Wilson and the Keepers have been doing to his “Lord”, he is not going to be happy.
I also think it would’ve been really funny to see Sammy being a petty bitch while still working with Audrey, Allison, and Tom.
Tom’s probably not thrilled, but he’ll tolerate Sammy if it means getting rid of Wilson
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Juvie Break
Ellie was ready. She had done a lot of thinking about this last night after texting Dale. After crying her darn eyes out because of what had happened. There had been a lot to think about. This - this was going to not only be putting the spotlight on the Beagles but on her as well. Because she was going to be walking right in there with Dale Laveau, making demands, and you know what? She was going to burn the place down to the ground if they didn’t comply. She knew that right off the back. Mazzie and Jax - they had put those images into her head the night of the party of what could happen to Babyface. The island. The donkey. No - no. She simply was not going to let that happen. Those three - those were her weaknesses, but especially the boys because boys just could not be trusted to take care of themselves. Mazzie was a badass. She had power. Babyface could play badass and he could snark off to the judge all that he wanted but he wasn’t going to be able to fight against something like that. So she was going to fight for him.
Waking up early was easy. It was engrained in her. Bakery life and all. Up at four to start the morning breads. In the summer she usually followed along with her parents schedule to help out, to form the loaves and cut the lines in the top before passing them onto her father who would put them into the oven after a quality check. And so she sat in the kitchen of the bakery, apron on, helping with the loaves, and opening up to her parents about what was going to happen today. She had to tell them. It wasn’t something that she could keep. Not the island thing but - but breaking Babyface out at any cost.
Obviously the parents were not happy about this and tried to dissuade her. Assuming a false identity was one thing. She could get in serious trouble for that. But breaking someone out of juvie? And potentially causing damage? They tried to talk her out of it but Ellie was headstrong.
“You’d do the same if it was mom,” Ellie would argue against her father.
“Well that’s because I love your mother. She’s my wife.”
“Even before she was your wife, obviously,” Ellie rolled her eyes. “And you - you would do the same for dad OR for Elsa. You can’t say that you wouldn’t, mum.”
And they couldn’t. They couldn’t say that they wouldn’t. But they still tried their darnest.
“He’s just a boy, Eleanor-”
“It’s BABYFACE, dad. He’s not just some boy-”
“You could get hurt-”
“I’ll be with Dale. He’s not going to let that happen.”
“But-”
“I’m doing it with or without your permission, but I’d really, really, REALLY appreciate it if you didn’t hate me for this,” Ellie breathed out. “I can’t tell you why but - I can’t let him stay there. But it’s really serious. You know that things here aren’t what they seem. What could happen to him is worse than what you can imagine. I promise that. And I promise that I’ll be careful and I won’t get hurt and I’ll do whatever Dale says and I’LL try to do this with as little problems as possible.”
She thought she was being sneaky. Putting emphasis on I’ll. There was no way she was gonna put that on Dale. Not with the way that she knew him.
“She really is going to go whether we like it or not,” Anna said, kneading elbow-deep into some dough.
“She’s got to much of you and your sister in her, I told you that,” Kristoff retorted.
“Tell Babyface that he can come and sleep on our couch if there’s any problems,” Anna finally conceded. That brought out a smile of relief on Ellie’s face. She kissed them both on the cheek and then went to get ready by morning’s light, dressing in black to feel more - prowly like? Added a purple belt to try to bring some of that badass Piper energy that she wanted to emulate so badly and then waited for Dale, a box of goodies for him and a tin of Meltdowns for Babyface when he came out. He was probably missing those.
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Sneaking Out
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warnings: alcohol consumption, a lil making out but nothing heavy
requested? nope
ship: R x daisy johnson
bitchhhhh… you have no idea how excited i am for yall to read this. its my first x reader, and we all know im in love with daisy so it seemed appropriate. will def be doing more of these in the future, either with AoS or other fandoms. this was written in celebration of me cutting my own bangs last week and succeeding.
p.s. i love this gif
Daisy stared across the common area at you, beer in hand and highlighted locks falling into her face. She ignored Mack staring at her.
“Something on your mind, Tremors?”
More like someone. You were dazzling, dressed simply in a pair of leggings and a soft lavender sweatshirt. She should know, it was hers before you stole it out of her closet. It had been almost a year since she'd seen you, and with the whole Sarge/Coulson thing she hadn’t had much of a chance to catch up. You were standing, leaning against the back of a worn couch and talking to Piper and Davis. Daisy’s eyes lingered on your lips as you slowly took a sip of your beverage of choice. Probably wine, Daisy thought, judging by the cute flush in your cheeks and your relaxed posture. You and Daisy used to have wine nights all the time…
Tonight was supposed to be happy. Daisy didn’t want to think about the sad crap that happened two years ago. Not the dystopian Lighthouse and their return to the present, not Ghostrider’s ominous warning, not Coulson and alternate timelines. It was giving her a headache.
She shifted her attention to you. You and Piper stifled laughs as the short-haired woman ruffled Davis’s hair and pulled his hat over his eyes, his head leaning back against and mouth open in a snore. You seemed to glow as you tilted your head back towards the light. Daisy guessed a promotion could do that to you. She had heard from Mack when they got back, it was part of the reason she hadn’t had much time with you. You were always either training the new agents or flying a quinjet with May. Daisy had never doubted that you would become a high-level agent, your piloting skills and aim with a rifle practically guaranteed it. She smiled a bit, taking stock of all the changes a year could make.
You drew every eye at the party with your loud, songlike laugh and warm smile. You commanded every agent’s respect while on missions, the new recruits looking up to you. You gave a helping hand to anyone that needed it, earning you a friendship with everyone on base. That part hadn’t changed.
You had a new scar peeking out of the top of your sweatshirt, trailing along your collarbone and disappearing over your shoulder. She would have to ask about that one. She’d missed trading scar stories with you while in space. You seemed to hold yourself straighter, giving you the appearance of growing a couple inches. Your hair was darker, she supposed you had stopped highlighting it. It looked good, it complimented your eyes. One other thing was different about your hair…
You had cut a wispy fringe around your face, accenting your cheekbones and creating soft layers that cascaded down past your jaw. Daisy never thought bangs would be on the list of things she found attractive, but, here she was, shamelessly studying your every move.
Mack drew Daisy from her thoughts with a chuckle and clinked his beer bottle with hers, muttering something that sounded like, “Fools in love...”
Daisy blushed, taking a deep breath to calm her heartbeat. “I’m going to go talk to her,” She stated simply, making a beeline to you as you went to refill your cup.
This was the first time you hadn’t been facing slightly away from Daisy all night, and she could see your face more clearly now. You looked a bit tired, but still as radiant as always. Daisy grabbed another beer and knocked your shoulder with her own.
“It's been awhile, Y/L/N.”
You turned to face her. “So it has,” You grinned.
Daisy’s eyes flicked to your hair, the fringe that fell over your eyebrows and framed your face. Her eyebrows rose, returning your grin. She had seen the bangs before, but they looked even better up close. Damn, she thought, just when she thought you couldn't look any more beautiful.
“That’s new.”
“So it is.”
“Did you cut it yourself?”
You nodded, explaining, “Just after you left, actually.”
Daisy bit the inside of her lip. You both had the tendency to change your hair when under immense stress. “It suits you.”
You stared into the tall girl’s chocolate eyes for a moment before reaching up and twisting a lock of violent indigo-purple around your finger. You could hear her breath hitch.
“This is new, too. Very haute couture. I don't suppose you were featured on the cover of Intergalactic Vogue?”
Daisy giggled a bit at your joke. It wasn’t really that funny, but the two of you went stupid around each other. “No, I wasn’t. This very attractive face was featured on the cover of several issues of Milky Way Wanted Weekly, though.”
You nodded, throwing your head back a bit and laughing freely. You could picture it now, Daisy and the rest of the Fitz Retrieval Squad’s faces plastered onto the side of a grubby bar on some planet a lightyear away...she was lucky she was so powerful. No one would dare turn in Quake, the Interplanetary Outlaw, even if they recognised her from the posters. You couldn't fathom how someone wouldn’t recognise her, you definitely would not forget that face.
You scanned the room over Daisy's shoulder. Everyone was so calm, relaxed. It was bizarre. What was even more bizarre was that everyone was here together. No one was off selling stolen SHIELD tech or zooming around the galaxy or chasing anomalies. Well, except Jemma, but you didn’t blame her for her absence.
“This is nice,” You commented. Daisy agreed, bobbing her head up and down. It was then that you realized you were still playing with her hair. You quickly dropped your hand, letting the vibrant lock fall back onto her leather jacket. You stared at your boots to compose yourself.
“We haven’t had much time just to ourselves since I got back,” Daisy observed.
You looked around the room, smiling softly at the laughing faces around you. You had an idea. “Well,” You began, “No one is asking us to go off anywhere right now…”
Daisy nodded, catching on. “Very true...It’s a shame that we don’t have an excuse to leave...It's a bit too loud in here to talk, but I wouldn’t want to ditch a perfectly good party.”
You smirked, looking down at your fingers as they lightly brushed the tanned skin of Daisy’s wrist. “Exactly what I was thinking, Dais.” You paused for a moment, innocently stepping closer to her. “Do you want to go for a walk? It’s kind of stuffy in here.”
You looked up, heart beat speeding at the mischievous grin on Daisy’s face. You knew that grin.
“It is, isn’t it? A bit too crowded for me…” Daisy began backing away towards the door, hoping you would give chase. You did, and the two of you slipped out quietly.
Mack shook his head. Even a year apart couldn’t change things between his favourite couple.
After wandering the Lighthouse for a while, you led Daisy to the middle of a hallway on an unused floor. She was thoroughly confused until you began tapping lightly at the concrete, listening for something.
Knock, knock, knock…
A new, hollower sound echoed as you smirked. You pried open the invisible panel and keyed in a code. Daisy could feel the wall shifting before a hiss reminiscent of air brakes signalled that a door had been unlocked. You pushed hard on the wall, it gave way.
“Ya coming, Dais?” You beckoned, opening your arms to the passage and walking in, facing her.
She shook her head at your antics, quickly moving to follow. Dim fluorescent lighting lit the passage as the hidden doorway closed behind you. The four walls seemed to be made entirely of concrete, cracks and moss growing in the corners. For a few minutes, the two of you walked quietly, the hum of the lights and two pairs of footsteps echoing around you. Daisy felt her palms start to sweat. May may have taught her how to control her nerves, but controlling her nerves around you was damn near impossible.
You were just as bad, honestly. You were fidgety, hands tapping a dance on your thigh as you walked. You reached out to grab Daisy’s hand. The slight blush on her cheeks made you feel less self-conscious about feeling awkward. It was normal to be a bit shaky after not seeing your girlfriend for over a year, right?
To be fair, there wasn’t anything normal about your situation. You had gotten together just before Coulson died. You and Daisy had grieved together, the loss hitting her like a runaway train. Eventually, when it came time to go find Fitz, she was the first to volunteer. You didn’t have the skills to qualify for such a high-risk mission, so you stayed. Director Mack didn’t think that a highly skilled gun woman would be much help against aliens and since Davis had already volunteered as pilot, there weren’t any open spots. Daisy was partially relieved that you didn't fight to go, it made leaving you behind a bit easier. Knowing you would be (relatively) safe at home with Mack and May was what got her through those first few rocky months.
You squeezed your girlfriend’s hand, alerting her that you were at the end of the tunnel. A steep metal staircase rose up past the ceiling, a large door punctuating the almost vertical corridor. She was extremely curious about what might wait above the two of you, though she had an inkling based on the deep, undulating rumble that was coming her right. You brushed your bangs out of your eyes before nodding to the ladder.
“Follow me.”
Daisy would follow you anywhere.
She waited until you were a few feet above her head before grasping the chilled rungs and beginning to climb. She watched as you turned a lock, opening the heavy metal slab to allow fresh night air into the small chute. The rumble became louder, no longer muffled by the concrete surrounding Daisy. She poked her head out as you took a few steps away from the door, sand and pebbles squishing under your feet. Daisy stepped up onto the top step and ducked through the door, which was set into the bottom of a nearly vertical cliff facing Lake Ontario. She quickly took in the surroundings, doing a double-take every couple seconds. It was beautiful.
A dense forest of coniferous trees towered high above your heads, the stars blanketing the sky like tiny, far-away windows to a universe of light. Large boulders sat to either side of the door, you were already crawling over them and taking your boots off as you went. The door closed behind Daisy with a soft clang, looking over her shoulder she discovered that it was very effectively hidden with moss and dirt and plant roots.
She looked out over the water, the slow waves and glassy surface helping her ground herself. It felt like old times, before they had lost Coulson and after everyone had calmed down from their field trip to 2091. Jemma and Fitz were newlyweds and everyone was finding some calm. She recalled the times she had snuck out with you to go into town and steal liquor from the ABC store, drinking it and talking all night at the top of the tall white tower that served as the namesake of the SHIELD base.
She wandered over the rocks to you, watching for slippery patches. She took her leather jacket off and lay it down on the rock, providing a slight cushion. She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the sky.
You were breathing deeply next to her, your eyes focused on the moon and water. You chanced a glance over at her, marveling at the way the stars reflected clearly off of her dark irises, creating two microcosms in her eyes. Daisy’s mask was down, her usually guarded features relaxed and neutral. Crickets played a symphony for you to enjoy, the occasional hoot of an owl or plop of a frog jumping into the water adding a sort of percussion to the insect’s strings.
“You know,” Daisy began quietly, “When I was in space, I got so sick of seeing the stars. They weren’t familiar, and they were everywhere, all the time. There was no moon or sun or way to keep track of time without a clock. Sometimes I would avoid the cockpit just so that I didn’t have to see space.”
You laid down beside her, turning your head to face her. “I understand that. Sometimes I walk through the halls of the Lighthouse, so tired of the concrete and metal that it makes me nauseous.”
Daisy and you chorused a light laugh, turning back to face the stars. You reached over to where her hand lay on the rock, intertwining your fingers. Her hands were warm and calloused from years of fighting. You didn’t think of time at all, preferring to lay there with Daisy in the moment.
A slight breeze picked up off the water, ruffling your bangs. They tickled your eyes.
You sat up quickly and shook her head, ruffling them out of your face. Daisy didn’t let go of your hand. “Bangs bothering you, babe?”
You shook your head, ruffling them some more. “I know I look amazing with them, but honestly, they are so annoying sometimes.”
Daisy turned to face you properly, reaching her free hand up and lightly brushing the short hairs towards your temples. You shivered as her fingers brushed your forehead.
“Daisy?” You hummed.
She responded with a deep stare, licking her lips. Your eyes flickered down and the edges of her pout quirked up into a smirk.
“You haven’t kissed me yet.”
She leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. Your pulse sped up, pumping you with a burst of adrenaline. Your hand shook slightly as you laid it on her thigh.
“I did. When we first got back, you were out on a mission, flying. I was waiting for you in the garage, remember?”
You shook your head, letting out a sharp puff of air and smiling. You continued, “Not what I meant, Dais. That was a peck, we were both in a hurry. I barely had time to look at you, let alone get a proper kiss.”
Daisy’s eyes wandered over your face, moving her mouth closer to your ear. She whispered huskily, “A proper kiss?”
You fought not to grab her face and smash your lips onto hers as she brushed her lips feather-light across your cheekbone. “Like that?” She breathed. You shook your head minutely.
“No.”
Daisy moved her lips to your jaw, pressing chaste kisses from one side to the other. She repeated her question, “Like this?”
You smiled, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved Daisy’s teasing. You ran a hand up and down her arm, swirling patterns over her tricep.
“Not exactly.”
Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed in mock confusion, leaning in. Finally. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking a slow inhale through your nose. At the last second, Daisy veered a centimeter to the right, her lips finding the corner of your mouth. She pulled away, both of you breathless.
“Like that?” She grinned.
You eyed her up and down, one eyebrow raised. No, like this, you thought as you slid the hand on her arm up to her neck and pulled the other one from her grasp to thread through her hair. You leaned forward, almost onto your knees as your lips collided with Daisy's.
Your slightly chapped lips felt like heaven against Daisy’s soft lips, and apparently she agreed, as she quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you into her lap, your chest pressing against hers. You stroked her jaw and broke the kiss, moving your lips down her neck. You gently nipped at the skin of her collarbone, making Daisy yelp quietly before you silenced her with another searing kiss. She reached a hand up to the back of your head, her pointer finger resting at the base of your skull and her thumb rubbing small circles into the sensitive spot behind your ear.
You hummed as Daisy sprinkled wet kisses across your throat, dipping her head to kiss the scar you acquired on a mission gone awry. Daisy raised her head up again, resting her forehead against yours. You were grinning like an idiot.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, where’d you get that scar?”
You spent the rest of the night trading stories from the year past, releasing all the tension from not seeing each other for a year. There were many kisses, whispers of “I love you” and “I’m glad you’re back”, and loud laughs that reverberated off the rocks and water, into the starry sky.
When you got back to the base, everyone else was asleep. You gave Daisy a last goodnight peck before heading off to bed, smile almost splitting your face. You silently vowed to make sneaking out with Daisy a regular date.
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You know on top of it being absolutely disgusting to sexualize underaged character because it's fucking creepy and says a whole lot about that person's moral character, I think it also ties into how teenagers are dressing more adultly irl
Like there's the common discussion of how live action shows set in highschool are made for adults with a cast made up of adults (who act like adults) and people will bend over backwards to say that "actually that's how teens dress nowadays!" Which, as a teenager, is true. Like that's the problem. The issue comes from the timeline of these issues being flipped
Kids emulate role models and popular media. When I was a kid Dora didn't get her haircut because I had it and it was popular, I got a Dora haircut because Dora was popular and everyone knew her so 1st grade me decided to emulate that
The cast of Euphoria isn't dressed like a parent's nightmare because kid's irl decided to do that, kids are dressed like the cast of Euphoria because teen dramas are popular and sexuality is marketable. Euphoria makeup looks aren't from tiktok, tiktok makeup looks are from Euphoria
Teenagers are very vulnerable because they are learning how to adult without any of the experience or wisdom and therefore they copy what they see around them and when what they see is oversaturated with unrealistic expectations and scantily clad adults in a highschool setting then a very dangerous culture emerges where the ones who lose are the kids and the ones that when are the creepy fucks who like that. But hey. Anime boobs🙄😐
Furthermore the sexualization of minors is happening in a public space and often this media(and the fan art etc) are being shared between adults and minors which normalizes a very inappropriate interaction (and that CANNOT be fixed my a dimple 'minors dni' because this media and these characters are made with that demographic in mind. You can't go to peter piper pizza and kick the kids out the ball-pit because you want yo talk to your buddies there, they a) won't listen and b) it's fucking weird in the first place and c) it's the childrens ball pit. This space was not designed for you and you cannot act as though it is)
Media has an incredible amount of influence on culture and subcultures, and the media in question (especially if the market is oversaturated with a particular kind of media) can influence how people interact irl, how they act, and what is viewed as acceptable. Art does not exist in a vacuum
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EXACTLY EXACTLY omg anon you’re so smart 💕💕💕 like?? go off!!! Literally I couldn’t of said it better myself
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Imagine: your father Tony hearing that Steve is debuting on returning back too the past for Peggy even those he’s engaged too you.. and it’s a week before the wedding.
“Your going too wait a week before my sweet baby girls wedding too break heart!” Tony snapped going towards his co-worker he’s friend. Steve Rogers. He’s held back as Steve takes it. He lets Tony Rant. There was nothing he could say too make this better. He was Leaving his love for another and No. amount of apologies will make this better. He was breaking his friends trust, a trust he honoured and protected when he first Asked Tony too have permission too ask you out. The trust too protect and love you forever. which he will. Just not in this time. Tony was furious Right now you were at the dress shop with your Step mom Piper, Nat, and Wanda trying on your dressing the final fitting before the wedding.
Steve hasn’t told you yet, he thought telling Tony first was a good idea. Bucky and Sam were in the corner Stunned hearing Steve’s plan. Bucky couldn’t believe Steve was giving you up. The first girl too ever make him Smile so widely that it made Steves cheeks hurt. the Same girl who listened too oldies music and was a Doll. She was the perfect women. And Bucky always stated how Lucky Steve was too have you. A shy, brilliant Strong, brave girl who didn’t take crap from nobody and took the time too Show both him and Steve the new world. Teaching them about the future. You are the bridge too the past and the future. Your love for vintage things , movies, books, music. Was what connected you too Steve and your loyalty too your family and your friends made Steve think he could finally have everything he ever wanted. But the trip back too the past. When he saw a glimpse of Peggy in her office.. and Steve was back too Peggy.
Tony was cursing loudly as Bucky walked over and Pouched his best friend, eh’s brother Straight in the face.which made the entire room quite. Steve let Buck hit him over and over until Sam and Hulk aka Bruce dragged Bucky of him as he cursed out that he never deserved y/n in the first place and that he will regret doing this too her. Before being pulled away too cool off.
Steve telling you about this decision later that evening went as well as you would expect a heart break too go. Steve left and you were in your wedding dress pissed ass drunk. One realizing he was serious. When everyone found you. Tony was beyond furious while Wanda was stunned. You looked up at Bucky and your heart Sank lower.
this betrayal was painful but Not as painful as Steve abandoning Bucky too be alone. he’s brother? Hes’ best friend since he was a boy. Leaving Bucky alone? You shot up hugging Bucky tightly crying saying you were so sorry that he didn’t deserve this . Bucky held onto you tightly as he cried into your shoulder.
the next day still drunk now full of anger at Steve betrayal you got too the time mechine and were inches from going back in time till Bucky stopped you as you screamed that someone had too give Steve a piece if their mind. He slipped. Away while everyone was focused on your heartbreak. But you were more furious about the heart Steve also left behind.
Your anger lead too Bucky making sure you were alright. And eventually over time that anger was gone and you were healed from Steve’s betrayal and you were fighting your urges for Bucky. Who originally fought against his own emotion and attraction for you . Since you were Steve’s girl but then Sam reminded him that you weren’t. You weren’t Steves girl- he’s girl was Peggy you were Single. And Bucky soon put a stop too that.
a year later
No one was more shocked about the outcome then Bucky. Finding Peace finally after all this time, finding a reason too better himself too be a better man. Too put his past behind him too be with you. It still surprised him a few morning when he wakes up too see you stretched out beside him snoring or your arms holding him tightly as you spoon him. He never thought he would enjoy being the little Spoon but he loved it with you. Majority of the time it’s him being the big spoon but sometimes it’s you holding him tightly.
this morning was No different. He woke up from the start of a nightmare too feel your cold hand on his bare chest. He opened his eyes fast feeling your hand too see your Engagement Ring it was Small and Simple. He hated it was so small when he went Ring shopping but you cried at how perfect it was. Your nails stretched his chest as he relaxed pulling the blankets up too re cover you as he held your hand as you muttered. “Bucky.”
he looked over seeing you were still smile as you smiled into your pillow. At First he thought this would never work out, Not with you No matter how badly he wanted this. He was worried about your past with Steve. He was the better man all the way around. But the first night when he slept over he heard you talking in your sleep and it was all about him and he was convinced he was safe from a heartbreak.
in the morning you got. Up looking over seeing Bucky was awake as you spoke, “morning sleepy head.” He chuckled as he spoke, “your the one who slept in.” Chuckling shaking your head, “no- see that would mean I am late. And I canceled everything this morning.”
“why?’
‘Piper wants too start wedding dress shopping.”
“you have a dress.”
looking at Bucky you laughed softly , “Yea- that’s my dress too Steve- i can’t re use it.”
“you never used it- he never saw it right.”
You nodded your head as you sat up sliding up onto his lap as he smiled looking at you. “Babe- I’m not using that dress- it’s a completely different Venue- plus I’m donating that dress.it’s in the donation box. Out in the living room.” He breathed deeply leaning his head against the headboard.
your wedding too Steve was going too be a big event. Your Wedding too Bucky was going too be just the avengers. A pot luck sort of wedding. You had billions of dollars but you just wanted close family and friends. You and Bucky decided too move out of the city too a farm house. Too have. Air and breath and too start your future. Your Dad loved the idea. Since he, Piper and your sister Morgan were at a lake house now. You were going too live close. (Not too close) but the reception was at your new house and your honeymoon was going too the mountains a normal. Originary life.
“you sure?”
you smiled brightly hearing him asking as you wrapped your arms around Buckys neck reaching over. Kissing him.
“Babe. I love you. I want the small wedding and just our close friends. And i want too have you with me forever. I don’t want the big wedding I just want you. I would go down too the city hall and marry you today if you would let me.” He chuckled softly stealing another kiss. The kisses were gettting heated until the door rang. It broke you both up as you both cursed as Bucky suggested too ignore it but you spoke, “it could be Piper- she could be early. You get Piper i’ll find my pants..”
He groaned softly but you got off him searching the floor finding your PJ pants. Bucky walked out heading too the front door as he got too the front door he opened it saying hey piper too be stunned too see Steve.
who was also stunned seeing Bucky shirtless at 7 am. At your apartment. Steve stared at Bucky as he tensed up, “what you doing here?”
Steve was young he barely aged as Bucky spoke, ‘I- Y/N.. It’s Not Piper...”
he called out stunned as Steve stepped into the appartment as you called out, “Do i still need too find my pants?”
they both caught sight of your PJ pants were on the floor leading towards your bedroom as Buck spoke, “Get dressed...”
Steve looked around spotting the donation box and seeing that all the memorabilia between him and y/n were gone. Replaced or simply empty spots. ‘What is going on here?”
Steve asked as Bucky spoke, ‘what you doing back? What about Peggy?”
Steve’s mouth shut at the mention of Peggy as You walked out wearing jeans shorts and one of bucky’s shirt as you rubbed your neck. “God, I’m exhusted i need coffee..- Steve.”
Spotting Steve you stopped in your tracks As he looked at you stunned wearing Bucky’s shirt as he spoke, ‘what is this?”
“what is this? Aren’r you suppose too be in the past? With Peggy?”
Steve didn’t answer as he spoke, “your sleeping with my best friend.”
“hey just- lets take. A breather.” Bucky stated as you stepped closer too the two super soilders, “yea, I am , I’m also living with him and marrying him.”
Bucky sighed hearing you say that, Steve looked at Bucky as he spoke, “what is this? I thought we were friends.”
Bucky turned too Steve as he spoke, “we didn’t plan for this too happen- we -we we got closer after you left.. it just happened.” You stepped over too Bucky staring at your former love shaking your head,
“we don’t have too explain ourselves! We fell madly in love! You abandoned Us! What aren’t we allowed too be happy?”
Steve looked at you for that as you snapped, ‘you expect me too sit here in a corner and be comatose for the rest of my life since the great Steve Rogers left me for Peggy Carter a women who moved on! In our time line! Who is probably a nice women. But how dare you coming into our Home and expect me too be miscible because you dumped me! I moved on! You moved on from me! What’s the big deal?’
“You moved on too my best friend!” Steve snapped as you stepped over as Bucky grabbed you as you snapped, “your abandoning me near the wedding was Awful but what you did too Bucky! I tried too go back in time too beat the Snot outta you!”
Steve was stunned as you snapped, “i was close! Two seconds more i would of zapped into the past and beat you up for abandoning Bucky!”
everyone was quite as you spat out, “what you doing here?”
“I made a huge mistake.. I- I shouldn’t of left you.. i- i was chasing a ghost.. and I’m sorry.’
You eased up in Buckys arm stunned hearing that as you held Buckys. Arm as you stared at the two.
“Steve..” he looked up at you hopeful as you spoke, “I love Bucky- your love was easy. I treasure it. But I cant live without Bucky.. I can’t leave him. I need him.. he needs me.. you- you never needed me..”
“maybe we should go for a walk and talk this out?” Bucky suggested as Steve looked at you two. His best friend and his best girl as he shook his head, “No- excuse me”
#fandom imagine#imagine#fandom#marvel imagine#bucky barns#Bucky barns imagine#bucky barnes#Bucky Barnes imagine#winter soilder imagine#winter soilder#tony stark#tony stark imagine#steve rodgers imagine#steve rodgers#steve rodgers x you
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falcon, falcon, goose!
pairing: sam wilson / reader
word count: 3547
summary: there were reports of geese leading people to their soulmates spanning centuries, and it seemed like a cool concept, but why did it have to coincide with you coming out of your writing slump?
warnings: cursing, geese, dumbassery, implied happy au where the avengers get along, iw and endgame who?
a/n: this is an older piece i wrote a couple years ago, decided to brush it up and repost it. and the reader works for snl bc why the hell not? keep in mind that the original was written before everything went to shit w iw & endgame. posted from mobile yet again yall what is wrong w me
it was a sunny day outside, and deciding that you had been cooped up for far too long, you brought your laptop to the park a couple blocks from your studio apartment.
being a writer for saturday night live wasn't always so peachy, what with the lack of a social life outside of your co-workers and constantly explaining your job to confused relatives. you had been in a slump for the past couple weeks, the fact most of your sketch ideas not making the cut for the next episode continuing to throw you off your rhythm.
this week, you were going to change that. Your headphones were playing your concentration playlist full volume and you were hyped to the max. with your laptop on the picnic table in front of you and a warm cup of tea beside it, you were ready to blow the producers away with your next idea.
"honk! honk!"
you felt something nudge your leg, but you were too engrossed into what you were typing to care. after getting through a few more lines, it happened again.
"honk! honk! honk!"
you couldn't hear the sound but the feeling on your leg got a little bit rougher, more demanding. you moved your headphones to the side for a minute and took a moment to look around you. there was no kid running to get their ball back or any squirrels nearby that dropped a nut.
strange.
but you put your headphones back on, trying to keep your groove alive while hoping the interruptions are finished.
"HONK! HONK! HONK!" the goose honked louder, pecking at your leg harder than it had earlier.
you were getting frustrated and a little pissed. the creativity was flowing through your veins for the first time in what felt like ages and this — whatever it was — decided that today was the best day to annoy you.
you kicked your legs out with a strange flail and when you came into contact with something large and solid you nearly screamed.
"ow! motherf- oh my god!"
standing on the ground beside your table was a goose. it honked yet again with impatience (geese could do that?) and nipped lightly at your thigh closest to it. looking to the pond nearby, it was nearly an entire gaggle of the damned things.
so here was this goose honking at you and nipping at you like you were supposed to know what the hell it wanted from you.
"i don't have any bread, dumbass. go find someone else to bother." thinking it would leave if you ignored it, you turned away and continued your work.
"HONK! HONK!" it continued to honk and decided to peck you before flapping its wings, landing itself on the table next to your computer.
"get outta here, ya damn goose!" while you were trying to shop it away, it expertly evaded you. "go! shoo! leave me alone!"
it just stayed over on the bench, expertly dodging your attempts to get it to leave.
a few people nearby had heard your altercation with the infernal bird. one of them was an older gentleman that laughed as he sat across from you, the mirth in his eyes glinting as you give him a sarcastic side eye while trying to deal with the current issue.
"that bird won't leave you alone, you know." At his voice, the goose calmed down and waddled a few feet away from your arm's reach.
that was the first time the thing had been seemingly calm since he showed up at your little table.
"what do you mean he won't leave me alone?"
he pauses, part of him enjoying the irritation in your tone. he remembers someone talking to him like he was to you many years ago, and it made his heart smile at the idea of repaying the favor. "have you ever read about soulmate geese?"
"hey we're gonna go for a run, wanna join?" steve’s offer was given with a smirk. ever since reuniting with bucky, the two supersoldiers found so much humor in doing laps around sam every time they went out jogging.
it annoyed the shit out of him, the "on your left" comments from steve and the newer "on your right" jabs from bucky, but it also pushed Sam to work harder during his runs. ultimately he knew his non-enhanced body didn't stand much of a chance beating them, but he enjoyed when he was able to close the gap between their times just a little bit.
"sure, just gimme a few to eat breakfast and I'll join you guys." the blond nodded and turned back to the elevator, having woken up far earlier than sam and therefore already ate.
he hummed otis redding as he laid the bacon flat into the pan, shoulders moving along with his created rhythm while changing the grounds in the coffee filter. this was how he spent most of his mornings, barring the occasional hangovers and missions where he couldn't afford the distraction.
he ate, got dressed, and told FRIDAY to let bucky and steve know he was ready to go. h had his water bottle in hand, giving his body a pep talk in preparation for the run. they met in the common room and soon, the trio was off.
"on your left!"
"on your right!"
"oh, come on!"
he knew it was gonna happen, but for some reason it felt like it happened sooner than normal. either they were trying really hard to mess with him today, or he was off his game. but regardless, he pushed his body harder than he probably should have because when there was something obstructing his path, he didn't pause. no, he charged it straight on through and fell hard.
steve and bucky had seen this from a distance and immediately rushed to get to their friend.
sam rolled onto his back, exhausted and now in terrible pain from the fall. he closed his eyes and just let it all sink in. when he opened his eyes at the sudden foul smell flooding his nostrils, he could feel the palpitations, thinking he was about to have a heart attack.
"holy shit!" sam sat up like a rocket despite the way his body was throbbing from the fall.
the goose stared at him curiously and turned its head toward the pounding footsteps from the approaching brooklynites.
"sam! What happened?" steve was concerned, inspecting sam while bucky noticed the bird. The brunet bent down to meet the goose eye-level and was somewhat surprised that it didn't run away at the close proximity.
"did you trip the dumbass? was it your fault sam landed on his face? Huh, little guy?"
"honk! honk!"
"i thought so. good job, man." bucky pats the animal on the head gently before turning to help steve get sam off the ground.
"nothing’s broken but there's probably a sprain, can't really be sure until we get to cho." sam and bucky lift their friend from the pavement and they have no problem supporting his weight.
they began the walk back to the tower in silence. well, almost silence. there was a faint pitter-patter of tiny, webbed feet behind them that sam and bucky weren't paying attention to.
steve noticed the goose slowly waddling behind the trio and looked at sam with a smile. sam responded to steve’s happy face with a glare, not enjoying any of the situation he found himself in.
"look behind us, guys."
both men took turns looking behind them and see the goose waddling behind them patiently. sam wasn't particularly happy about the culprit from moments before trailing behind him, but bucky thought it was hilarious.
"do you know what this means?"
sam rolled his eyes because he thought the blond was about to make some sort of poetic comment about one thing for another.
bucky had paused to think about the implications of a random goose for a moment before gasping. "dude," bucky nudged sam softly, being conscious of his friend's injuries. "you’re gonna meet your soulmate, man!"
"a soulmate goose. man come on, are you out of your mind?"
"steve got his goose back during the war, i think we know enough about it."
sam had only heard vague reports of soulmate geese throughout his life, but now that he thought about it, it did make sense. the goose showed up randomly in the middle of his routine, completely throwing him off, and was now refusing to leave him alone.
"well if this is my soulmate goose, then somebody’s gotta tell tony about our newest avenger." they laughed at the implication, viciously eager to witness tony’s reaction to the newest resident of avengers hq.
it has been three days of dealing with your goose, and you were now teased at work as “bird brain”, walking into your office to see several loaves of bread covering the desk. your goose, that you had named piper once you got home, was excited at the prospect of more food, but you planned on donating most of the bread to local shelters, only keeping a couple loaves for the house.
the guest host that week was mick jagger, and he had emerged into the room “i dream of jeanie” style, startling both you and piper, who honked at him in irritation.
it was time for you to work on the song for your little sketch with him, and you had only two more days before performance night (it was thursday) to finish writing it. after settling down and getting into the right mindset, the writing process had begun.
"alright let's see," mick murmured. "let’s all go to the picnic, let's all have a drink. what rhymes with 'drink'?"
you thought for a moment and said quietly, "think?"
you weren't prepared for the absurd response you received from the man, his accent making him round mean as he barked out a loud "NO!" with an unnecessary hand gesture.
piper just about lost it. she was honking and flapping around your office in a tizzy (but staying away from mick because the man was seen as a stranger she wasn't comfortable with).
you racked your brain for another solution, something else to rhyme with 'drink' and you eventually found it: "sink?"
mick thought about it for a moment before replying with a much lighter "yes!" also paired with unwarranted pointing.
‘motherfucker, is this how you write songs?!'
thursday and friday came and went, and soon it was time for your piece to be performed by mick. du to an accidental ankle twist someone else suffered, you were forced to perform a skit live for the first time in your career. it would have been great, but there was one teensy problem: piper blatantly refused to leave your side when it was time to perform, and she would honk and bite anyone that tried to keep her from you onstage.
even poor bobby, who she had grown fond of, was taking the brunt of it. she was not allowing you to be more than a couple feet away from her, and it was almost endearing if you weren't being broadcast on national television.
apparently, piper would also be making her debut appearance on saturday night live tonight as well.
saturday had arrived, and it was sam’s day of rest. he spent the day doing the bare minimum, eating junk food and watching almost everything on netflix he could find.
he didn't stray too far from tradition, not really. it was just that now he had a goose accompanying him the entire time, honking at this and that and eating occasional pieces of popcorn that sam didn't want to share.
he didn't mind his feathered companion, he was actually quite fond of his goose at this point. whitewing (not to be confused with redwing) was the most calm goose any of them had seen, no biting or nipping and especially no honking at ungodly hours of the night.
steve was perplexed. "Are you sure whitewing hasn't done anything bad? no waking you up at night or bites when you don't feed him soon enough?"
sam would chuckle and shake his head, proud to have such a calm goose. "why are you so keen to see him misbehave? aren’t all soulmate geese like this?"
"for lack of a better word, most geese are assholes. i don't know how whitewing is so well behaved," steve balked at the very idea of all geese being so mellow and decided it was story time.
steve’s goose from the century before was the most rambunctious animal anyone had ever seen. he recounted the first and several occasions following where his soulmate goose, jimmy, fended off the blond man's alleyway attackers.
sam was extremely grateful that whitewing had less feral and goose-like tendencies. whitewing was extremely well behaved and had an almost human way about him, the way he honked in reply to sam or the rest of the team when they talked to him.
it was late in the evening when clint decided to plop down onto the couch and flick the channel to nbc, where tonight's host was mick jagger.
"why are we watching this?" sam was enjoying his sitcoms before the other bird man had showed up.
"i haven't watched it in ages, plus mick jagger is on tonight."
"alright, whatever you want."
the intro played like usual, and whitewing was perfectly complacent. they laughed in the right places with the occasional honking from the bird, and everything was great.
"hey man, look!" clint interrupted, keeping sam from being able to hear the punchline. "i think that's a goose!"
"why is there a goose? The skit has nothing to with-"
sam and clint seemed to come to the same realization at the same time as whitewing, the goose beginning to honk incessantly. he was going absolutely berserk, flapping his wings and hopping off of sam’s lap and onto the coffee table, occasionally pecking at the tv where he saw the other goose.
he was going absolutely bonkers.
"whitewing! whitewing, no! calm down!" sam scrambled to calm down his goose, but he was having none of it. the whole entire skit, whitewing was honking and flapping and being a general nuisance.
he found his soulmate.
whitewing kept at it until the screen went to a commercial, his soulmate off of the screen.
"y’know," clint spoke around a slice of pizza. when did he get pizza? "if you hurry, you could go to the studio and meet your soulmate. the show is about halfway over."
before sam could think over the proposition, tony’s voice was heard from the corridor. "somebody shut that damned bird up before I pay ramsay to cook it!"
"i’m taking care of it!"
with that, sam heads to the armory with whitewing on his tail to get his wings. once he's equipped, sam heads to the window and jumps, immediately setting his course for studio 8h and his soulmate.
you’re released to go back to your office once you finish the skit alongside mick and piper, the show almost over. you’re gathering your things lazily, knowing that you have no other responsibilities for the night.
just as you lock your office and piper is waddling beside you without a care in the world, you see kyle running towards you with a look of fear in his eyes. that fear seems to only triple when his eyes land on piper beside you.
"kyle! what’s-"
"there’s another goose on the set! no one is safe!"
wait, was he bleeding?!
you were going to try and help your friend but one look at piper sent him off the rails, the lanky man nearly falling on his ass in an attempt to skid the corner. you hoped that someone would help calm your panicked friend, seeing as you were literally the worst person for the job at the moment.
without further incident, you are able to say goodbye to cecily and mikey before you're stopped in your tracks by michael, who gives piper a funny look.
"wait, so the goose that attacked kyle wasn't piper?" You shake your head in confusion. "dude, your soulmate must have come to the set!"
piper must have either understood what your co-worker had said or she could sense a change in the studio, but she began to honk erratically and run away from you. the last thing new york needed was two feral geese running around attacking people, so you did what anyone would do and ran after her.
"piper! piper, come back!" michael laughed as you chased after your goose. while you were running, you nearly died when you heard a honk that you knew wasn't from your piper. hers were carved into your brain, and you were positive that you could pick hers out of an entire gaggle of geese, so there was indeed a second goose in the studio.
to your dismay, piper did not stop and wait, she just kept on honking and flapping and scaring people in pursuit of the other goose, poor old you having to chase her.
there was another voice you assumed was yelling at his goose since you didn't know of anyone naming their kid whitewing. your eyes were not looking straight ahead when you suddenly bumped into someone, immediately stumbling a bit before regaining your balance.
piper had stopped her honking and that scared you. did someone hurt her? was she-
her and another goose were making muted honks to each other. they sounded like affectionate honks, which is one of the weirdest sentences you ever constructed in your head. but it was true! they were cuddling close to each other and making really quiet honking noises at each other, and if that wasn’t affectionate then you didn’t know what would be.
so if piper found her soulmate, that means yours was-
"i hope comin' to your job was okay. whitewing wasn't gonna give up until I left, so here we are." your eyes were dragged from the touching scene of piper and her special goose to a pair of dark brown irises that radiated warmth and a promise of happy days.
you were absolutely dumbstruck. your mouth was unable to form coherent words, so you decided to take in the appearance of your soulmate. he was wearing a soft grey tee and sweatpants, and socks without shoes. did he realize how unsanitary the streets of new york were?
but upon further investigation, you realize that he probably didn't walk to the studio. on his back was what you would normally call a jetpack, but when you recognize the face your mind completes the puzzle: your soulmate is sam wilson, otherwise known as the falcon. holy shit.
"uh yeah of course, i guess you flew here? no sane person in new york would walk around barefoot in the street." did you really just say that?!
sam nodded and then remembered that he was in his pajamas in front of his soulmate without any shoes. "yeah, he wasn't gonna stop attacking the tv once he saw uh…"
you realized he was asking for your goose’s name, and so you hastily gave it to him.
"yeah, once he saw piper, he went wild. caused more chaos in five minutes than he did in five days!"
you laugh, the nervousness falling away as you recount the story of you first meeting with piper.
people are staring at the pajama-clad avenger and his soulmate, their geese finally satisfied. after all, it wasn't every day so many people were able to watch soulmate geese (and their people) meet for the first time.
sam gently took your hand, his thumb smoothing the skin on the back of it, just listening to you talk. you asked him a question about whitewing and he was in the middle of telling you when he cut himself off. "i just realized i don't even know your name!"
in most scenarios you’d be slightly put off by this, but you didn't have an issue because of the specific circumstances. if he weren't an avenger you wouldn't have known his either, and plus, no one really pays attention to the little rat writers. you give him your name and smile when he introduces himself, his voice even helping show off the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.
with impeccable goose timing, piper and whitewing honk at you to hurry your introductions and leave the studio.
"do you want to fly back to your place , or can I drive you?" it was a risk to ask him such a question, but you were genuinely concerned. you hoped he wouldn't think you were trying to jump his bones only minutes after meeting him so you used (terrible) humor to show your intentions. "you shouldn't fly so late at night without headlights, no matter how high up you get."
sam’s laughter was infectious and soon you joined him, your geese about to get more irritated with their humans.
"yeah, I'd like that. lead the way, soulmate." piper and whitewing honk as the two of you head to the lobby hand in hand, the birds waddling behind you just as happy as soulmate geese could be.
#falcon#sam wilson x reader#sam wilson#mcu#marvel#falcon falcon goose!#sam wilson imagine#falcon imagine#bucky barnes#please don’t judge this mess
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The Past Catches Up With You
OUAT Peter Pan Imagine
Prompt: “I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long” & “Once you’re grown up, you can never come back.”
The sound if arrows flying through the air then hitting their target and the clashing of swords filled the area. “Nice one, Devin. Now try letting go of the arrow when you breath out,” you instructed one of the Lost Boys. Devin wordlessly nodded and did what you told him, his arrow hitting the target dummy straight in the head. “Excellent work. Rufio, don’t do such fancy moves. It’s about hitting the target in the weak points, not showing off,” you commanded. “Whatever you say, mom,” Rufio sassed, ignoring your helpful tips. You narrowed your eyes at him and strode up to him, quickly knocking him off his feet with a few well placed punches and kicks. “And this is why Pan ordered me to train you boys. You guys are good fighters, but he wants the best, so you either listen to what I say or you’ll end up worse than this,” you scolded the dazed teen. You walked away, towards Pan’s second-in-command, and one of your best friends, Felix.
“Nice way to show them who’s boss, (y/n),” Felix complemented as he sharpened his sword. “Thanks, Felix. These boys have sure have authority problems when it comes to someone other than Pan giving them orders,” you said, sitting next to Felix on a log. “They listen to me, though,” Felix pointed out. “True. I have theory that they don’t respect me as much cause I’m the only girl here. And I happen to be one of Pan’s most trustworthy,” you told the scar-faced teen. “It’s possible. The boys aren’t too keen on newcomers. You being a girl doesn’t make matters better.” You rolled your eyes; you’ve been here for a couple of years, but time on Neverland was different than everywhere else. “I’ve earned this position despite being a girl. They should know that Pan doesn’t just trust me without a proper reason,” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Speak of the devil,” Felix said, motioning his head towards a figure appearing from the green foliage.
Peter Pan stood to the side of the training ground, eyes intensely watching the boys as they practiced archery, swording fighting, and sparring. Authority and dark magical power radiated from his figure, his green eyes glowing as they seemingly stared into the very existence of his Lost Boys. He was expressionless as he mentally noted what the boys were doing wrong and right. The sight before you made you feel warm, but you tried not to show how the piper affected you. Said boy locked eyes with you, a smirk breaking out onto his lips as he strode over to you. “Tired, love. Are the boys too much for you to handle?” he teased, raising one magnificently sculpted eyebrow. “More like they can’t handle me. Rufio over there is still bandaging his hurt pride when I knocked him to the ground for back talking,” you chuckled, eyeing said boy. He was grumpily pouting on a wooden log across from where you were. Peter found this rather amusing, a sly smirk on his face. “His loss, love. Come, I think the boys had enough training for today,” he said, getting up from the log. He whistled loudly, getting all the, boys attention and told them, “Alright, boys training’s over! Get back to camp if you want your fill of dinner before its gone!”
A stampede of hungry, teenage boys rushed towards the main camp, dirt and dust flying as they did so. You camly got up and followed the horde of Lost Boys, used to their frenzied antics. Peter walked alongside you, as you took your time walking the path back to the main camp. “I’m still surprised you can put up with our rowdiness. Being a princess and all, I’d expect you complain endlessly about how ‘wild’ we are,” Peter said as you traveled through the jungle of Neverland. “Hey, I was a rebel princess. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even be here,” you defended yourself, punching the King of Neverland playfully, but hard, in the arm. Pan allowed you to hit him, as you knew he could easily stop you, and playfully cried out in pain.
Before you were the first Lost Girl on Neverland, you were a princess, although not first in line to inherit your kingdom. Unlike the other inhabitants of Neverland, you were not from the Enchanted Forest or the Land Without Magic. You were a princess from another dimension, and you hated your royal roots. You hated the stuffy dresses, the countless rules, the strict and stone faced members of the royal house ... hell, you couldn’t even talk to or hang out with anyone that wasn’t humanoid or a royal non-humanoid from an allied kingdom. Like the monsters that were repressed by your people. It was suffocating and you didn’t conform to your families strict ideals.
As such, your family finally had enough of your “rebelliousness” and decided to send you off to an institution know for “correcting” wayward princesses. You, in turn, had enough of royalty and fled your home without a word, seeking out the freedom you dearly longed for. Eventually, you found your way to Neverland, encountering Pan and his Lost Boys, who met your arrival with them encircling you with weapons drawn, aimed to kill. The only reason you were still alive today was that you were able to hear Pan’s flute, meaning you were lost, and therefore part of the Lost Boys. It took awhile for everyone to trust you, especially Pan, but it happened and you were never felt more like you were home.
Back to the present, you and Peter finally reached the main camp, a raging bonfire going on in the middle of the layout of tents and huts. The boys were either chowing down or were dancing to the beat of the drums. Peter left you to go include himself in the boys merry making as you grabbed a bite to eat. Grabbing a slice of meat from the day’s hunt, you silently greeted a few of the boys with a raise of your cup. The younger boys dragged you to sit with them, happily chatting away as they told you about their day.
Soon you were done with your meal and the music called to you. Like you were under a spell, you jumped into the frey of wildly dancing bodies, letting the music guide your movements. You danced freely with your fellow lost brothers, your mind focusing on the sound of the pan flute and the drums. As you danced around the fire, you saw Peter staring intensely at you with his green eyes, the light of the bonfire casting shadows across his face, intensifying the strikingness of his attractive features. You couldn’t help but keep his gaze as you danced, enjoying the way he was looking at you with such intensity, an undistinguishable emotion flowing in his eyes.
Unfortunately, the party was interrupted by a loud sound and a bright light. Everyone stopped in the middle of what they were doing, staring at a hole ripped into the fabric of space and time right near the center of the campgrounds. The portal seemed to shine brighter as two figures appeared from the other side of it. As they stepped through, the portal closed behind them, allowing you to see their features now that the unnatural brightness was gone. One of the figures was a teenage boy, characterized with tan skin, dark brown hair, and a mole on his right cheek. He was wearing red hoodie over a light grey shirt, dark grey skinny jeans, and olive/white sneakers on his slender build. His brown eyes eyed the Lost Boys nervously, his hand twitching over the hilt of the sword in his sheath. The other figure was a teenage girl with long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and fair skin. On her head, she wore a magenta headband with devil horns, paired with a green and mint collared short sleeved dress, pink and purple striped leggings, white boots with pink tips and a star on each heel, along with a black spider necklace. But the most astonishing part about the girl was the pink heart shaped marks she had on her cheeks.
Peter and the Lost Boys immediately surrounded the two newcomers, weapons pointed at them. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my island?” Peter growled. The boy immediately pulled out his sword and took a defensive stance. The girl on the other hand, raised her hands up and yelled, “Stop! We’re not here to hurt anyone! We’re just looking for someone!” Peter dismissed her claim, saying, “Whoever you are looking for is not here! Now leave before my boys and I make you wish you never stepped foot here!” The boy raised their weapons, slowly drawing closer to the new girl and boy. The girl now raised her up hands up and took a defensive stance, her hands glowing purple with magic.
Before any violence could come to a head, you shouted a command out to the Lost Boys and Peter, breaking the tense air. “Everyone put your weapons down!” you shouted, voice strong and dominating. The Lost Boys, confused by the order, slightly lowered their weapons and allowed you to walk through the crowd of them to the new visitors. As you showed yourself to the newcomers, the blonde haired girl’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. “ (Y/n)?” the girl said. “Star,” you said breathlessly, unable to bite back the smile that made its way to your face. Star’s hands stopped glowing and she tackled you ina hug, which you gladly returned. “Um, what’s going on?” the hoodie wearing boy asked, completely clueless. “Marco, this is my cousin I told you about? I’m pretty sure I told you about my favorite family member,” Star explained, looking at her friend while still holding on you.
“Oh, isn’t this precious,” Pan sneered, interrupting the moment. “A family reunion. How wonderful that they’ve come to visit.” You decided to ignore Peter and his terrible attitude, continuing to talk to your four-years younger cousin. “How did you find me, Star? Neverland isn’t on any map and can’t be visited through ordinary means,” you asked. “I was able to use your old tiara to finding out what dimension you were in! Pretty cool right,” Star bragged a giant smile on her face. Before you could say another word, Peter got in between the two of you, creating a distance of a few feet. “Peter!” you exclaimed angrily. “What the hell?” “I don’t care that you’re her family. I want you off my island. (y/n) has already told me about the way you treated her and I don’t want someone like you here because of it,” he coldly told Star. “Hey, man, back off!” Star’s friend, Marco, yelled stepping in front of Star protectively. The Lost Boys didn’t like this, murder in their eyes as they crowded around you four, fingers itching to use their weapons. “Everyone stop! I don’t want any fighting!” you shouted, dreading for any blows coming to a head. The Lost Boys slightly calmed down, but they were still tense.
“Peter, Star was the only one in my family that I could be myself around. I see I rubbed off on you a bit,” you said. “You guys keep talking about our family as if they were abusive, keeping you locked up and so on,” Star pointed out. “I forget you were too young to understand at the time. Grandma Etheria and the rest of the Butterfly family constantly looked down at me, finding fault in everything I did. I didn’t dress right, talk right, sit right, walk right ... and they let me know. It practically destroyed my self-esteem. And to make matter worse, Grandma Etheria decided to send me to St. Olga’s,” you explained to your younger cousin. “Oh no, not St. O’s!” Star exclaimed in horror. “Please don’t tell me they tried to turn you into a mindless ‘perfect’ princess!” As she said this, she grabbed your forearms and shook you a bit. “Calm down, Star, I didn’t go to St. O’s. I left home before I was forcibly shipped off. I had a pair of dimension scissors and used them to hop from dimension to dimension until I eventually found my way here,” you continued, smiling when you reminisced about finding Neverland, your true home.
“I’m happy you found a place you could finally be yourself. If I wasn’t so desperate for your help, I wouldn’t even ask you this,” Star said. This worried you; what did she want you to do? Star quickly answered your question before you voiced it, saying, “I need you to come back to Mewni with me.” “What?!” you shouted, eyes wide and mouth agape. “I’m sorry, but I really need your help! My mom has disappeared and I can’t find her, the Butterfly castle and kingdom are destroyed by Eclipsa’s half-monster daughter and she escaped her crystal! I can’t do this on my own and everything is in disarray!” Star cried.
All this new information shocked you, making you stand there in silence. Peter decided to step in, angrily setting in Star’s face. “You might be royalty, but I’m the king here. I say who steps foot on and leaves my island. This includes (y/n). Since she’s lost, that means she belongs here and with me. Shfe’s mine, and she’s not going anywhere off this island,” he threatened. Star stood her ground, staring into his harsh green eyes that seemed to glow with dark power. “Then you don’t know (y/n), because she hates other people making choices for her.” She turned towards you and continues, saying, “(y/n), I’m sorry for our family treating you so terribly and I understand your reason for running away. But I still care for you and so does my mother, both of us missing you terribly when you left. If you still love us as much as we love you, I beg you to help me. I need you, my mom needs you, Mewni needs you!”
(y/n) could only stand there in silence, which Peter mistook for her not wanting to return to her home, while in reality she was pondering over her beloved cousin’s words. “Get off my island. I never want to see your faces again,” he threatened, before whistling loudly, causing the Lost Boys to snap into a a violent, wild frenzy. The area was quickly filled with the sounds of weapons clashing, cries of pain, and angry shouts as Star and Marco fought the Lost Boys. Luckily, Star and Marco were successfully able to defend themselves, despite being greatly outnumbered. Star’s voice filled the air as she shouted spells and Marco yelled as he used karate moves/defended himself with his sword. You tried yelling at both sides to stop fighting, but neither side listened to you, either not hearing you over all the noise or not caring enough to listen to you. This made you angry, so angry you used your magic to cast a powerful spell to end the violence.
Unlike Star, you didn't need to verbally say a spell to use your magic, simply sending out a wave of bluish-white magic to emit from your magically glowing figure. As the wave of magic hit the Lost Boys, Peter, Star, and Marco, they were enveloped into a quartz of crystal, frozen in place. You sighed as you stood past the crystal prisons of your fellow Lost Boys, stopping at Peter’s crystal, staring at his evil smirk on his face and the magic accumulated in his hands. “You just couldn’t wait and let me think for a moment could you, “ you said sadly. You used your magic to reverse the spell, and on Star and Marco as well. The three teens fell to the ground, gasping for breath. “I’m so sorry, guys. This was the only way to get you to stop fighting and listen to me,” you apologized, helping Star up first. “Was that the Crystal Imprisonment Spell that Rhombulas uses? Where did you learn it?” Star asked, amazed that you could do such advanced magic. “Glossaryck used to give me private lessons. He said that I needed to learn magic, too, in case something happens. But he wasn’t specific on what that was,” (y/n) explained. “That sounds like Glossaryck.”
You turned towards Peter as he growled, getting up from the ground and his green eyes trained on you. “You little ... How dare you use your magic on me!” he yelled, “Release the Lost Boys right now (y/n)!” “You left me no choice, Peter. You all were attacking my family and I couldn’t just stay by,” you said sternly, brows furrowed as you scolded him. “How can you defend them? They’re the main reason why you are on Neverland in the first place! Or haven’t you forgot that?” Pan seethed. “I haven’t forgotten what they did to me, Pan. But this just isn’t about my family anymore. My homeland is in danger and you’re wrong to think I’ll just sit around and watch shit hit the fan!” you yelled, turning around to walk away, thinking that was the end of it. But it wasn’t and Pan wanted to let you know it. “Oh really? Well, know this, princess, you’ll eventually be disappointed as nothing is going to change. You’ll still be the miserable, insecure, little girl you were when you came here, scrutinized by your family and your people,” Peter threatened, teeth clenched and pure hatred seeping from his pores.
You stopped, back still facing Peter. Said boy smirked, thinking he won this argument. But what you said surprised the male, saying, without looking at him, “I know what I have to do now, Peter. I know going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long but I have to face it sooner or later. And I choose now.” Pan stood there shocked, mouth open a bit as he contemplated your words, and watched as Marco effortlessly opened a portal to another dimension with a pair of scissors, then entered the hole in the fabric of time and space while mumbling about ‘nachos,’ whatever that was. Star on the other hand, nervously looked behind her at Peter, seemingly contemplating if taking (y/n) away from her current home was a good thing, before regretfully entering the swirling portal.
Before the (h/c) haired girl followed the two, she turned her head to the side, looking at so called King of Neverland. “I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can, Peter, to my home, the Lost Boys, and you,” she said, so much raw emotion held in her eyes. But Peter didn’t care, only focussing on the frustration that took over his heart and mind. “I forbid you from leaving, (y/n)! When you leave this island, you’ll eventually grow up, and once you’re grown up, you can never come back!” he shouted angrily. (Y/n) physically flinched and quickly turned her head back towards the portal, trying not to show the tears in the corners of her eyes. “Goodbye, Peter. Until we meet again.” And with those words, she stepped through the portal and left Neverland, seemingly forever.
As the portal closed behind her, (y/n)’s magic seemed to leave with her, as the crystals imprisoning the Lost Boys started to melt, freeing them from their containment. Felix was the first to get his bearings, stroding over to Peter and placing a hand on his shoulder, said King of Neverland not tearing his eyes away from the spot in which (y/n) walked into the portal. “Pan, what happened? Where’s (y/n) and the other two?” Felix asked his fearless leader, a scowl on his scarred face. “She’s gone, Felix. She left Neverland,” Peter told his second-in-command emotionlessly.
Before the taller male could question him some more, the green-clad boy turned and walked away from the center of the campgrounds, towards his own private tent. Felix knew he was taking the Lost Girl’s departure harder than he let on. But he gave his trustful leader some space, allowing Peter to let his emotions loose in private. “(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing,” Felix said quietly to himself, before moving to help his fellow Lost Boys recover from the recent events.
~ Time Skip ~
“Again! I expect you to redo everything until you lot get this right! I have no excuse for weak, boys in my army of Lost Boys!” Peter seethed. It was several months, possibly a year, since (y/n) left Peter and Neverland. At first, Peter was angry, at (y/n) and her cousin, for leaving Neverland. Then, he was angry at himself for letting the Lost Girl leave, thinking he should have done everything he could from letting the girl leave. Eventually, Peter’s anger faded away and was replaced with a longing to see his favorite girl again. It was only until (y/n) left did Peter realize he felt something for the rebel princess, seeing her more as just another inhabitant of Neverland and a pawn in his games. And when he realized this non-platonic feelings, he regretted being so heartless to (y/n) before she left, hating himself for letting that be the last thing he ever said to the (h/c) haired girl.
Since (y/n) left Neverland, Peter changed, unfortunately for the worse. He was harsher and more cruel towards his Lost Boys and those that had the misfortune of being his enemy. All Pan cared for now was power, stopping at nothing to increase his magical strength by achieving immortality, regardless of the lives he had to take. And that meant he was setting in motion the events that would lead to taking the heart of the Truest Believer from a young boy to remain young forever.
Hence, the current intense training session the Lost Boys were doing, as Pan need them to be prepared for everything and anything, failure not being an option. “Who knew (y/n) leaving effect Pan this much? He’s been running us into the ground during training even since the girl left him,” Rufio mumbled to a couple of other Lost Boys. Pan heard this, and he did not like it. “What was that Rufio?” he snarled and turned towards the wise-cracking Lost Boy. Rufio’s face paled in fear as Pan strode towards him, his friends that once surrounded him nowhere to be seen, as they fled from Pan’s wrath.
The poor Lost Boy stood quaking in his boots as the King of Neverland stood in front of him, the slightly shorter leader wrapping a hand around Rufio’s throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing any air from reaching his lungs. Rufio gasped from breath as the other Lost Boys stood there in fear induced silence, unable to do anything but watch. “You’ve been mouthing off too much for my tastes. Looks like I’m going to have to put a stop to it permanently,” Peter growled. He shoved his hand into his chest, fingers wrapping around the boys heart. “Please, no...” Rufio pleaded.
Pan was just about to rip the boys heart out of his chest and then crush it to dust, when a loud noise and bright light shook the camp site. Everyone turned their heads to the sky, where a giant multicolored portal hung just below the treetops. Something or someone, came out of it, falling to the ground, and the portal closed violently with a loud bang. Peter and the Lost Boys were unable to do anything, as the figure got up from the ground and their features finally revealed by the light of the fire. (H/c) locks framed a (face shape) face, (e/c) eyes looking over everything as a bright smile broke out on the female’s (thin/plump) lips.
Felix was the first to break the silence, calling out the name of the person. “(y/n)? Is that really you?” the second-in-command asked, shocked that the girl had finally returned to Neverland. “Yeah, it's me,” the former Lost Girl replied a smile on her face. Felix immediately caught the girl in a hug, picking up the (much/slightly) shorter girl in his excitement. It seemed the spell was broken, as the Lost Boys immediately started moving towards the former Lost Girl, chatter filling the silence.
“Welcome back, (y/n),” Felix said to the girl, after he pulled away from her. “It’s great to be back,” (y/n) replied, her face so full of light and joy. Her (e/c) eyes caught Peter’s, causing the girl to stare straight into the piper’s eyes. He was stunned; here she was, the girl Peter has been obsessing over ever since she left, popping out of the blue, acting as if she never left in the first place. Their longing glaze was broken by a younger Lost Boy tugging on (y/n)’s hand, her attention turning towards the little one. “(Y/n), will you be staying here? Please don’t leave us again,” he said, his voice honey sweet and blue eyes looking at the (h/c) girl with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry, Jack,” (y/n) said, lowing herself so she could be eye level with the young boy. “I won’t be leave you.”
She rose to her full height and announced with a loud voice, “In fact, I will never have to leave Neverland again. From this moment forward, this island will be my forever home!” The campsite erupted in cheers and howls, all the Lost Boys loudly showing their approval. “If that’s the case then, let’s celebrate! To our one and only Lost Girl!” Felix cheered. As if it wasn’t already possible, the boys got even louder, happily cheering at the chance to party. Peter could only stare on wordlessly, as (y/n) was swept away by several Lost Boys, losing his sight on the magnificent girl.
~ Time Skip ~
The Lost Boys howled in delight as the drums were banged and the fire in the center of the campsite crackled. Peter watched from the side lines as they danced wildly. But his gaze was focused on one very special dancer. His green eyes followed (y/n), watching every move of her limbs and bend of her body as she danced without a care in the world. She was one with the music as she her body followed the rhythm of the drums. Peter’s eyes caught (y/n)’s (e/c) ones, everything around him seeming to slow down as did so.
He immediately tore his gaze away from her, pretending to be watching Felix wrestle some unfortunate soul into the dirt ground. In the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n) stop her lively dancing and steadily make his way towards him. Peter felt his breath get caught in his chest as she came closer, but was able to calm himself down before (y/n) got close enough to notice the effect she had on him.
“Enjoying the party?” she asked him, leaning against the bark of a tree next to him. “Of course. I enjoy seeing my boys let loose for once. The drinks help a bit, too,” he replied, gesturing towards the wooded cup in his hand. (Y/n) gazed out at rowdy group of wild teenage boys in front of her, a closed-mouth smile on her face. “I missed this. The freedom, how carefree everything is, not having any responsibilities,” she admitted. “You missed all of this? Even Rufio’s attitude?” he asked, surprised.
(Y/n) let out a short laugh, music to Peter’s ears. “Is it so surprising I missed my home. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t long to come back here and just let loose,” (y/n) continued, (e/c) eyes glowing in the firelight as she stared out at the wild party goers. It was silent for a little bit, a hint of awkwardness in the air. “So, um, what exactly happened back on Meowy?” Peter spoke up, desperately trying to break the silence. “Mewni. And so much happened. Everything has changed. And I couldn’t be happier,” (y/n) explained, a smile on her face as she reminisced. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Well, I won’t go into the long and detailed history, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear about that. But I will tell you that Mewni is now unified between its people and the kingdom is in the hands of its true queen,” (y/n) explained as shortly as she could. “Well, that’s good,” Peter replies. A pregnant pause filled the air, until Peter thankfully broke it. “Is what you said before actually true?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “What?” you question, thinking you misheard him. “You said would never leave Neverland again? Was that true? Or was that just something you said that was in spur of the moment?” Peter continued. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t believe what she was true. Why would she want to stay here and be with me? he thought. Especially after how I treated her the last time I saw her. “Peter,” (y/n) said softly. “I was serious when I said that. Nothing will make me leave Neverland and you guys again.”
Peter felt his heart stop for moment, in disbelief at what she just told him. (Y/n) turned her kind gaze away from looking down at her hands folded in her lap. “Besides, it’s not like I can return home anyway,” she said softly. “Wait, what?” Peter thought he heard wrong. “It’s no big deal. You already know I never saw Mewni as my home. Neverland is my home. When the chance came for me to spend forever in my homeworld or spend forever here, I made my choice,” she explained nonchalantly. Peter could only open his mouth wide in shocked silence. He never thought she would such a thing. Give up her family and everything she known just to be with for him and the Lost Boys. It was almost insane.
“You really did all of that? Even after what I said to you before you left?” Peter gaped. “I’m sorry ... for what I said by the way. I wasn’t thinking straight and -” “Wow, the Peter Pan apologizing. To little old me,” (y/n) teased a goofy smile on her face. “Don’t make fun of me. You know I’m don’t ever apologize ” Peter pouted. (y/n) giggled, forcing a hidden smile to make its way to Peter’s lips. “I missed you, you know. Can you believe that?” Peter admitted, trying to hide his warming cheeks. (y/n) was astonished at his confession.“You really missed me? I thought you would have forgotten about me.” “I would never. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you,” Peter continued, gently taking the girl’s hands into his. (Y/n) looked down their combined hands, cheeks red at the feeling of Peter’s warm hands. “I did, too. The thought of Neverland and you kept me going. You were my reason to keep fighting, so one day I would be able to return to you.”
Peter gently placed his fingertips under her chin, directing her downcast eyes to look at him. “(Y/n) ...” he trailed off. He didn't know what he was going to say, his eyes flicking to her luscious soft lips. Peter couldn’t help but subconsciously darted his tongue out to wet his own, longing to meet them with hers. His hand trailed to cup her cheek, enjoying the site of her reddening skin under his rough fingertips. (Y/n)’s luminous (e/c) orbs nervously flew to look back at him, her breathing hitching in her throat. He watched her for a moment, looking for any indication that she was uncomfortable. But there was none, so Peter slowly inched closer, stopping until there was little more than an inch between them. He heart stopped as (y/n) closed the distance between them, the organ soaring at the feeling of her luscious lips on his own. Peter felt her wrap her hands around his neck loosely, his other hand moving to grip tightly to (y/n)’s hip. He could taste the Neverberries from the juice she had before, along with a specific taste he couldn’t quite identify. But he couldn't get enough it, shown by him adding more pressure into the kiss. (Y/n) reacted positively, fingers gripping onto the hairs at the base of his neck, a little mewl coming from her lips as she relaxed into his hold. Peter was just about to kick it up a notch when they were rudely interrupted.
“Hey, lovebirds! Get a tent will ya?” Felix shouted from across the campfire, hands cupped over his mouth and announcing the scene to everyone. (Y/n) was the first to pull away, face red as the Lost Boys howling once they noticed what their leader and Lost Girl were doing. “Shut up all of you!” Peter hollered at the boys. He was just about to teach them all a lesson when he felt (y/n) lean her head onto his chest. He looked down she was hiding her face in his shirt in embarrassment, the sight causing his heart pang in pity. “Peter, let’s go somewhere else. Please,” (y/n) quietly pleaded. “Alright, dear. Let’s head back to my tent. I still want to be with my favorite Lost Girl,” he whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead. Peter wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and gently led her away from the center of camp. The Lost Boys started cheer and make lewd comments, which Peter when stopped at the entrance of his private abode, (y/n) continuing on inside without him. “Not another word from any you, or else I’ll be locking you in the cages for a week!” he threatened, glaring at them with darkness in his eyes. The boys shut up, knowing their leader was serious as they avoided eye contact. “Felix, knock up into shape if anything happens.” The second-in-command smirked, giving Peter a quick wink. The green-clad boy ignored it, heading inside and back to the beautiful girl waiting for him. (y/n) was laying on his fur-covered bed, patiently waiting for him. Peter sighed and crawled next to her, pulling her into arms once he was comfortable. He snuggled into neck, placing soft kisses onto her exposed neck. “Stay with, darling. I want you in my arms tonight,” Peter pleaded, already feeling his eyes close in bliss. “With you. Always.”
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