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strongheartneteyam · 1 year

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I wish I could

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Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: fluff, angst, heated make out session, bad words, mentions of breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of sex itself, mentions of pregnancy symptoms such as urinating a lot (maybe you shouldn't read it if it bothers you)

Not proofread, guys, sorry. My new kitten has kept me awake almost all night 🤡 but she's already the love of my life anyway. Thank you for all the comments and support! You guys really make my day

When a word appears in italic, it's the meaning of a na'vi word said previously.

Chapter 7

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Chapter 6

"Hey, skxawng." Said Kiri, when she saw you inside your home, putting some things that were messy in place. Neteyam had left to prepare for dinner time with the rest of the people and after he was gone you only slept like 15 minutes because after that you were being awakened all the time from your sleep to pee until you finally gave up and started to clean some mess in your house. Just pregnant things. "Feel like telling me how the fuck you let my brother knock you up?" the blue Omatikaya girl closed her eyes, put her tongue out her mouth and pronounced a big "ughhh"

You smiled wide and screamed "Hey, bestieeee! I missed you so much. It's been a while. Everything just started to get so chaotic lately and I didn't have a chance to talk to you."

Kiri sat on the ground next to you.

"Yeah, of course. It's a chaos that you mated with my older brother and did not tell me first! Worse than that: you guys are expecting a baby!!! Ma Eywa, what the...?!" She couldn't believe this madness

You started laughing at Kiri's disbelief. The na'vi young female was treating this situation like it was the craziest thing possible but it actually wasn't. But you got what she meant, you knew it was weird to imagine your best friend being your brother's mate. And you were pregnant with Neteyam's child. You knew she must get so freaking weirded out imagining you two... you know what. "Poor Kiri" you thought, finding the whole thing way too amusing

"I'm sorry I never told you about me liking Neteyam. I was just scared he would hear you telling it to someone we both trust, like Spider, for example, and I was insecure about him not thinking of me as attractive and getting the ick knowing that I liked him, because, you know, I'm no na'vi." You looked a little sad saying those last words

"(y/n), I'd never tell anyone, even Spider. You hurt me if you think I would." Kiri protested, a little sadness in her beautiful eyes

"I'm sorry, Kiri syulang." (flower) You used to call her that because of how much she loves Pandora's plants "I didn't mean to hurt you. Come here." You said, opening your arms, asking for a hug

Kiri went to hug you and said "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm here whining instead of saying that I'm surprised but I'm so, so happy my bestie is pregnant."

A smile took over your lips

"Thank you." You broke the hug and looked at her "Do you know what Neytiri and Jake think about it? Are they okay with it?" Your heart felt tight inside your chest

"They are. They are actually really happy" Kiri was smiling

"Thank you, Great Mother!" You breathed in relief

Your best friend loved how much you loved and was connected to Eywa, even being human. She had so much affection for Spider but she knew he didn't feel the same way. So you ended up being her best friend because she could relate more to you. Being insanely connected to Eywa was a big part of who Kiri was.

Kiri waited for you to get ready and the two of you headed together to the part of the land where the people would sit side by side to eat every eclipse.

Your belly was still not showing so nobody could notice anything different and you were so greatful for that. You didn't like being the center of attention, especially because you had always felt like a freak. You were a human girl among the na'vi. Even if there were other humans living in Pandora too, there weren't many of them and most of them prefered to keep a respectful distance from the Omatikaya and stick to themselves, sometimes even eating all meals inside the lab. You were always different. Like Spider, you'd rather be transferred to a na'vi body forever, if you could.

Kiri and you sat at the green grass and started talking about trivial things, both glad to catch up. But soon everyone's attention was called to the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, who stood in front of everyone, in a higher place than the other people, so he could be more easily seen and heard.

"My son Neteyam, the Olo'eyktan in training, has something really important to tell you all." He said, loud enough to echo around that place

"Oh, no." You thought "Please, don't let it be what I think it is"

Neteyam was standing next to his mother, the Tsahìk, but after his father spoke, he stepped further next to Jake and said:

"I have chosen a mate." So many whispers could be heard around that bonfire "I know I should have taken more time and should have courted her before mating and for that I apologize. I did not give off a good example as the Olo'eyktan in training." The Omatikaya boy had a stern expression in his beautiful face

"But Eywa blesses his choice either way and that's what matters." Neytiri started talking "Now, I'm going to formally introduce Neteyam's mate to all of you. Will you come over here, paskalin, please?"

You wanted to die. Just. Freaking. Die. Why, Eywa?! You had just said you didn't want any attention on you tonight. Your heart was beating louder than an army of na'vi hissing together.

You knew you had no option but to get over there. It was part of the na'vi ways. Law must be obeyed in Pandora to keep the balance. Eywa said so. And you just couldn't leave Neteyam alone up there, risking getting on Jake's bad side. Jake was a great person but Eywa, he could get really mad sometimes, specially with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Your mate carried so much weight in his shoulders already. You would be a terrible mate if you didn't go there, even in fear. And you loved Neteyam enough to swallow the lump in your throat and start walking towards the three Omatikaya, so, you did.

Some na'vi did not like the idea that the next Olo'eyktan was gonna have a human mate, and you couldn't blame them, when they saw you right next to Neteyam. But, thank Eywa, most Omatikaya accepted the fact with little to no bad expression in their faces. Most of them were surprised, of course, but it was a weird surprise, not a bad one. And you knew they couldn't do much. Jake and Neytiri were accepting you before the clan like Eytukan and Mo'at did with Jake, back when he was still on the RDA program. What were they gonna do? They knew their place but more importantly, they deeply respected and admired their Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk.

Just a few hours later you gave Neteyam a goodbye kiss, he hugged you tight whispering in your ear "Take care, my yawne. I wish I could sleep next to you tonight but it's too dangerous for you in your current state to go to the forest with me and sleep in a tree and you still live with your mom." He chuckled "Ao'ite would skin me alive if she had to be a third wheel for us tonight. Even knowing that I would never do anything other than give you a peck on the lips and hug you tight in front of her." You laughed a bit loud and he kissed your cheek and you both parted, each one heading to their own parents' home.

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A bit more than a week had passed and Neteyam had already built a home for the both of you and your child (with the help from Lo'ak and other two na'vi young man who were their friends). You were in awe of how beautiful and cozy it was when you first entered the space. Tonight, you were in Neteyam's arms, cuddling with him while he kissed you tenderly. The kiss started to heat up and when you realized Neteyam was holding tight onto your thigh and that made you whimper in his mouth.

"I know you like that. That's why I do it, my baby." He said right next to your lips

He kept kissing you, his tongue massaging yours and then he spoke:

"Are you happy that I impregnated you?" He had a dirty look in his face

"So happy, Teyam. I'm so happy my belly is finally getting big." You said, feeling things down there already

As you were carrying a na'vi baby in your womb and you were human, considerably smaller than the na'vi women, your belly was big enough to be a 5 months old pregnant bump on someone who would be carrying a human child.

Neteyam caressed your swollen but still kinda small belly and said:

"I know." His breath faltering, his fingers feeling the bump, making him have to control his deepest urges to fuck you "You're already getting me boners when I shouldn't be getting one. " You two laughed "You got me hiding from everyone in sight until I get where dad is waiting for me, when I leave in the morning for training, because the image of you smiling at me, all sleepy, telling me to take care and that you love me, with this cute, fucking sexy belly makes me wanna rip your clothes off, yawnetu."

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In which I write a time travel foc where the Web the Beholder and the Lonely fight over Martin becoming their perfect Avatar because again he deserves all the power

Maybe lonelyeyes parents maybe

Martin gasps as he sits up. His hands were red painted by the blood of the man he loved. His legs were not crushed by the fallen ceiling. He was small. Well, he thinks he is small he can't recall the last time a blanket pooled around him like this nor the childish bedroom he was in. Did it work? Did they save the world? Where's Jon?

Martin pulled himself out of the hollow comfort of his bed and realized yes, he was quite small, and the small calander on his bedside full of cute spiders... wait, spiders? He didn't have a calander like that, but the date was more than enough to convince him that he was five. He slowly opened his door to the scent of breakfast and a familiar voice.

"Martin? You shouldn't be up this early." It was his mother and by her tone and the man who came into view she was happy if only because his father hasn't left yet.

Martin didn't exactly know what to say or do, but he climbed on a chair and tried to put on a smile.

That lasted about three minutes when a fog seemed to appear in his home. The webs seem to be built out of nothing trying to fight the fog. The shreiks from his mother about spiders and his fathers huff about the humidity in the house made him know for a fact he wasn't imagining it.

Martin really didn't want to be here, nor did he want to think he was the only one flung back here. He sighs and sneaks out through the chaos to his room.

......

The park was nice, and it wasn't as if he didn't want to be outside enjoying the not apcoloypse, but he wanted to find Jon and he couldn't exactly do that because he's five. Jon was two years older than him, and if he tried and Jon didn't come back, it probably would end poorly.

Martin sneezes the familiar mist of the Lonely tickled his nose and he tried to rub the feeling away he was too annoyed to really care that he was being followed by them also the Web but he liked spiders so he was fine with that, well as long as Annabelle Cane didn't show up. He stopped his thoughts as he saw a work boot worn from use attached to a man who stood in front of him.

"Hello, little child." That voice he knew too happy for what he represents. It was Peter Lucas didn't look much different than when he last saw him.

Martin raised his brow and stared up from his spot in the grass he sat in his coloring book forgotten as he started to scowl. Obviously, he didn't come back. Which may be fortunate for him, but he really just didn't want to bother with him. "I can scream and alert the entire place if you even try."

Peter blinked, surprised shock on his features. "I... uh, what?" The damn cheery tone was still there now laced with confusion.

Martin looked over to the sound of footsteps, and shoes too expensive to be in the grass were on his other side. He groaned. "Seriously." He huffs, looking over to Elias.

"Peter, what brings you here?" Elias asked, annoyed, was etched on his features since he didn't expect to see him here.

"Elias." Peter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "I'm busy here."

"A public park seems quite out of style for you." Elias has an amused look on his face as Peter shifted uncomfortably.

"So you two are currently divorced then." Martin huffs and stands up. "Well, have your spat somewhere else. I'm in no mood for this."

"Divorced? Child, we aren't.. we..." Elias stops himself stepping back as a woman with cobwebs in her hair approaches, holding a dark skined child with green eyes.

She drops the child down next to the red-headed child. He was older and bigger than the small boy. "Jonah.... Peter." Her voice soft and a smile hung loosely on her lips.

"Martin!?" The dark skin boy gasps.

"Jon!" Martin pulled the bigger boy into a hug.

Elias huffs. "Why are you here?"

"Why indeed?" The woman chuckles.

Peter looked like he wanted to vanish, but he could feel his patron holding strong. The desire to get the boy to protect them was overwhelming, and he may have felt something new odd like it was tugging him to Elias. He assumed Elias felt it as well by the quicker brow as he stared at him and his eyes glowed.

Elias sighs. "I am merely here looking for someone."

Jon crossed his arms and tried to look angry, but he only pouted. He knew exactly what the Beholder told him and how he wasn't free and, well, now a stronger avatar than Elias if that was possible, but he also knew they wanted Martin to keep safe to keep them partnered to stop the mistakes of the apocalypse, and as a apology gift to Jon himself. He, however, had no clue why Peter or Annabelle were there. Elias was predictable at least following the Eye to its desires. "Martin, let's go."

Martin stops and stares at Jon. "We're children. Where do you expect us to go?"

Jon faltered. "I uh right we are aren't we."

"Still the eye?" Martin hums as he watches his partner nod. "So know why they are here?"

"I know why Elias is here." Jon pauses and shakes his head, rubbing his temples.

"Right." Martin rocks on his heels. "Can I meet your grandma?"

"Oh uh sure she's on the bench over there." Jon points, and Martin follows, leaving the three adults to talk.

Peter notices first as he tries to leave the conversation. Too many people and his patron were tugging at him more than normal, and it wasn't as if he was hungry. The kid was gone, well, both kids were gone. He could see them walk off hand in hand to an older woman on a bench. He knew his patron wanted the child to mold them to become an avatar. He didn't know why, nor did he want to ask, but it was quieter over there, and he couldn't handle this argument any longer.

"Peter." Elias crossed his arms.

Peter hated that expensive suit on him. He could rip it off take what he wanted, and Elias knew that, and he probably wanted him to. "The kids are gone."

Elias blinks and swallows. "I right you are."

The woman frowns. "I'll be back."

Peter swallows. "Wait.... ok, just wait." The two look at him. "It's not just mine, is it? That kid you want him to?"

Elias's eyes widen, realizing what Peter was getting at. "The one kid... Martin Blackwood, your... The Lonely wants him?"

"Our mother has her desires as well." The woman quirks her brow. "I was not informed that this would be a competition. I seem to be disadvantaged as it seems to be two against us."

Peter shrugs looking at Elias.

"The other boy...... Jonathan Sims, he's already the Eyes." Elias frowns. "That doesn't explain, Martin."

Peter begins to walk off and eventually vanishes from sight.

Elias frowns. "Peter, wait, we can discuss this." He knew that meant nothing. Peter was in the lonely and he couldn't see him there. He was frustrated and confused he needed to figure this out. Those kids weren't kids he knew that much, but he didn't know what they were except for... Jon he was an avatar of the eye, but he was so young, and he didn't understand that.

The woman just walked off, knowing she was defeated for the moment.

......

Something shifted, and Elias knew it immediately as if the eye was sastified. No, that wasn't the right term for that he felt.

".... a bet." Elias shuts his mouth as fast as he could, his teeth clicked together.

"Not quite." Peter appeared from the mist. "More a friendly visit than asking to wager."

"... Peter, I wasn't referring to us." Elias leaned back in his chair. "The Eye seems to have taken a wager. I've never been able to truly interact with my patron before it seems almost as if.." He stops himself and rubs his temples. "Not important, I suppose. Why are you here?"

Peter hums leans over Elias's desk close to the other man's face. "It seems my patron wants me to stay more often than be on my ship. Some something kids and so forth. Perhaps it has to our patrons taking a page from us."

Elias rolled his eyes. "Not from us, from something they won't let me see."

"Spoilsport, is the bed still on the table all knowing?" Peter grinned at the slight nod. "I'll try not to bring the mist around."

Elias sighs. Sure, he wasn't exactly against Peter staying with him they've done that plenty of times. Even through two different bodies of his. He supposed he did miss having Peter close, but that was just old emotions talking. He also did not want to give Martin the sastifation of that divorced comment. Maybe he'll allow himself a weakness for Peter. He shudders as he feels praise in his entire being. His patron liked that? He needed a drink.

.....

"I like spiders." Martin holds the small common house spider in his hand, cradling it as gentle as he could with his small hands.

"I do not." Jon rolled his eyes. "But I tolerate them for you."

Martin frowns, letting the small creature down. "I think they want me to pick."

"What?" Jon looks at Martin in surprise.

"I mean, why else would the three of them surround me? It seems the fears remember their fuck up, and it wants me to join one of them." Martin shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know what to pick when it comes to it. I like being normal, but I know that won't last long. I might have to do something rash if I'm stuck reliving my childhood again."

Jon never pried into Martin's childhood, nor did he press when he flinched away from the subject. He never even asked why he hated oolong tea. "Is... I... uh."

"She never hurt me physically, I don't think. I got bigger than her fast, so I don't think she thought it wise to do so. It was verbal abuse the resentment of having ne while my father abandoned us. I did my best to care for her even when she did get sick. A lot of good that did me in the end. I would rather not go through that again." Martin sighs, brushing his red hair out of his face.

"I uh I didn't know." Jon frowns. "What else could you do?"

"Don't know if you haven't noticed we are children and don't exactly have that freedom being adults bring." Martin crossed his arms. "And just because you're two years older than me means nothing in this context."

Jon chuckles softly. "Kiddnapping?"

"You're terrible." Martin smirks long used to his partner's humor.

Jon pauses as his eyes glow. "I believe Peter Lucas is pulling strings with the wealth he has for you."

Martin groans. "Still probably better than the alternative. Wait wait Jon is he with Elias?" His tone wasn't laced with fear or even wariness it was amusement.

"I uh I don't know?" Jon huffs, and his nose bleeds. "Can't say... they don't want me to know."

Martin pulls out a napkin he shoved in his pocket when Jon's grandmother got them ice cream. "Here, and uh, sorry. I just wanted to know if they're still in their divorced era."

Jon laughs and wipes the blood from his nose. "Divorce era? Martin, they can't get married yet."

"Ok, fine, breakup era." Martin grins as Jon laughs harder.

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The next time Jon sees someone of familairty, it isn't Martin to his annoyance. It's Elias in that perfect too expensive suit and that smirk he always seemed to wear. It didn't feel right to call him Jonah unless he was truly upset with him. Currently, he knew he was just annoyed.

"Jonathan, come here." Jon's grandmother motions for him to come closer. "Why didn't you tell me you've been offered a scholarship?"

Jon scowls the best he could, but again, it comes out as a pout on his lips. "I didn't think I won it." A lie, but he honestly wanted to see what Elias was planning.

"Of course you won it." Elias smiles and holds his hand out. "Oh, I was just discussing with your lovely grandmother what it entailed. You'll be going to a private school all expensive paid, and I'm sure you'll make lots of friends."

Jon bit back a groan. He learned a few things from Elias in this moment. One, the man has little to no experience with actual children. Two, just because he couldn't sweet talk anyone doesn't mean his grandmother is swayed. Three, Elias was a idiot and did not realize how bad he was in primary school. He hums. "It sounds fun."

Jon's grandmother pauses and nods. "I do have stipulations. However, I'm sure we can work something out."

Elias smiles and follows the old women inside to the table, and as much as Jon would like to watch Elias squirm under the gaze of his grandmother. He didn't want to bother he already knew he was going, and he should pack.

.....

Gertrude wasn't exactly happy, nor did she expect to see the scene when she checked into work with Gerald behind him. The young teen barely escaped his mother and clung to her like a lost puppy. She did make a promise, and she is all for keeping them. "Elias children here, really?" Her tone dry and void of real emotion except annoyance.

The dark skinned boy with the impossibly green eyes stared at both of them. He had a frown on his lips but quickly returned to his book in his hands, choosing not to intervene even if he wanted to help save Gerry.

Gertrude knew that book was too advanced for a child his age, but she said nothing but stared at Elias with her arms crossed.

"Oh Gertrude, this is Jonathan, but he perfers Jon. Poor thing doesn't have parents, so I took it upon myself to take him in." Elias smiles that golden tongue working overtime.

Gerry caught the child rolling his eyes, but he chose not to say anything.

"Oh, out of the kindness of your heart?" Gertrude shook her head and marched toward startling Gerry, who quickly followed her deeper into the archives.

"Elias, it's not 200 years ago that not exactly how that stuff works anymore." Peter appears holding a sleeping Martin in his arms. "I mean, at least you didn't say you picked him up at an orphanage."

Jon snickers softly.

Elias rolls his eyes. "I told you to bring the boy to my house."

"And I told you we shouldn't separate the kids." Peter huffs. "This isn't our wager."

Elias stiffened and narrowed his eyes. "Just keep them out of my office." He turns and starts to head to his office before stopping. "Peter, why don't you get the kids proper clothes and food whatever kids these days like."

"Kids these days?" Peter swallowed a laugh. "We're you ever a child Jonah?" He smirks as Jon covers his mouth, hiding a giggle.

Martin stirs slightly but isn't fully awake.

"I don't find amusement in that comment. I was a child once, and I don't like like one like you, Peter." Elias scowls, turning back to face him.

"Oh, how scary." Peter rolls his eyes. "Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm an idiot. The world has changed." Something shifted, and he finally let his feeling spill from his lips something that someone like him could ever tell another. "Our patrons they've changed, we both know it, and so does everyone else. Don't you want to know why? Have your plans even changed? Does the..."

Martin opens his eyes with a huff annoyed his nap has been disturbed. "Because they learned." His lips curled to a frown, and a frustration can be seen in his features.

"They what?" Elias raised his brow, stepping closer.

Martin huffs and curls into Peter, hiding his small body in the lesser of evil men.

Jon frowns. "You heard him." He sighs. He should rip the bandage off. "We came from 2019 or 2020, and we weren't children. Your little apocalypse, Elias, didn't exactly bring about good things for the patrons their resources after their purge they realized were limited and finite. You can stop death, but eventually, people will just stop being scared. The end didn't enjoy it either they didn't want an end to everything besides the namesake. The web helped us their was a crack in the universe in hill top road. Turns out that crack was a way back to the past, and we fused to our younger self, so did the patrons. It's not exactly pleasant to have the emotional control and energy of a child again."

Elias stares at Jon in shock.

Peter's eyes widened, and he unconsciously held Martin closer in his arms. "I fucking told you."

Elias swallows and crosses his arms. He can feel the Beholder testing him on his next moves. "Bring the children to my house, Peter, and if you must order a take away."

Peter sighs he knew this was Elias's, well Jonah's way of conceding he was wrong and that he needed to think. "Alright, come along, little Jon. I think we have to get you both new clothes and actual food."

Jon nods and walks up to Peter, holding onto his side. "Don't drop him."

"I'm not allowed to." Peter hums.

This sastified Jon more then he realized.

......

Peter regretted his choice in the mall immediately. To crowded and too many people. There are too many emotions and too much fear to feed on. He felt sluggish, and the weight of Martin in his arms seemed to focus him enough that the bags in his arms didn't slip.

Jon looked up at Peter. "I think this is enough for now. I would like to head to that house, Elias mentioned."

Peter nods, and the mist surrounds them, and they appear in an ornate home. He drops the bags and hefts Martin to his shoulder. "I'm.... I'm going to lie down." It seems like he has forgotten he is carrying the boy, and Martin does nothing to alert him comfy in the embrace.

Jon opens his mouth just to shut it, seeing Martin fully relax. He was tired too, but the couch looked nice, and well, he had a feeling Martin missed being held, and as an adult, he knew not many could hold a man over 6ft. He moved to the couch, picking up a plush cow Martin picked out and promptly fell asleep.

......

Martin woke up to a wet feeling, not exactly an embarrassing feeling because he saw the fog as he opened his eyes. Peter was out cold next to him, holding him like a stuffed animal. Maybe he didn't hate the man he was obvious to what Elias was truly planning, and Jon did kill him. He didn't forgive the man, nor did he want to become an avatar of the Lonely, but maybe he could pretend, he never did have a father figure he could recall and honestly Peter is much better then Elias.

A lone spider landed in Martin's gaze.

"I haven't decided." His voice is small and quiet as to not wake the man next to him. "Just because you guys learned and are willing to learn more about humanity as a whole rather than fear doesn't mean I have to choose now. Besides, I have time, also tell the Beholder the answer is a firm no. They have Jon, and I would rather not be all-knowing." Martin shifts and struggles out of Peter's grasp. Finally, he escapes without waking the man. "I should add if any of the other patrons get involved, we should be informed."

The spider quietly seems to nod and vanish in the fog.

......

Jon peers over his book, spotting Martin, who promptly climbs on the couch next to him. "How was your nap?"

Martin shrugs. "I feel like a wind-up toy, and I know it's because we're kids, but like I miss being able to stay awake the entire day. I also miss tea and the ability to get food for myself." His stomach rumbles at the comment. "And don't you say anything. I know you're full from the fall alone, Peter collapsed from how full he got, and he barely even spoke a word to anyone."

"I wasn't going to say anything of that nature...." Jon puts his book down and looks at Martin. He was adorable, pouting his red hair bounced with slight curls. "We could perhaps see what Elias considers food."

Martin groans. "Fuck he probably just has tinned tuna and crackers."

"Maybe he has sugar if we're lucky." Jon snickers, jumping off the couch, letting Martin follow.

"I don't know. He seems pretty basic. Sugar might be too spicy for him." Martin giggles as Jan starts to laugh.

"He probably doesn't even know what proper food tastes like." Jon smiles.

"To be fair, I have caught Jonah eating plain bread as a treat." Peter appears behind the two startling Martin, and Jon doesn't seem bothered.

Martin huffs. "As funny as that is, don't sneak up on me!"

Peter yawns. "It tends to be my nature." He looks to be in more casual clothes and wearing eye covered socks Elias gave him as a joke. "I'll make you both something."

"That depends. Can you actually cook?" Martin crossed his arms with a pout staring up at the man.

Jon joined in his gaze.

Peter shrugs. "I use seasonings."

Martin shrugs. "Good enough."

"Also, Elias is banned from the kitchen." Peter hums. "Well, as long as I am here, he is."

......

In the kitchen, Martin watched Peter work around the kitchen. He was still the same rough looking man he met as an adult. He was probably lying about how old he was. He knew becoming an avatar meant the patron would hold onto you as long as they could, but he knew Peter was younger by Jonah by a wide margin. However, it doesn't seem to change Peter. He still looks like a rough man in his 30s, and the white hair from the lonely didn't help him look younger, and his cheery voice did not match the scarred weather face from years on the sea. His beard was shorter than he could recall, but that didn't really matter.

Peter paused, letting the meat sizzle on the stove. "So what are you two planning?"

Jon shrugs. "The end of the world won't happen." He frowns. "I haven't actually thought of that."

Martin hums. "Short term, or long term. In the long term, I'm marrying Jon. In the short term, I uh try to figure out how to be a kid again."

"That is a good, long-term goal." Jon hums.

Peter plates both of the kids' food and sits in front of them. "I don't envy your position, nor do I totally understand what you two have done to the fears. However, I know I'll be sticking around. My patron has made their wishes clearly known, and it gives me an excuse to ignore my own family even more."

Martin raised his brow to the food. It smelled good but looked like a mess. He cautiously takes a bite, and his eyes light up. "I suppose I can't get a cup of tea with this."

"At your age? No, I can, however, make some hot chocolate." Oeter turns back and fills the kettle with water and places it on the stove.

"I must admit you do know how to cook." Jon sighs.

Peter chuckles. "You learn a lot on the sea and different parts of the world."

"Apperently." Jon huffed.

.......

Elias stepped into a quiet home, which wasn't abnormal per se. Even if Peter was here, he didn't make much noise unless they were together, but now there were kids here. Well, not kids, but adults trapped as kids, so he expected more noise. The graceful Beholder has blocked his view of the two kids, and he always had a hard time seeing Peter due to the Lonely, so he really had no idea what they truly were up to. So when he made his way into his perfect home, he expected a mess at least, but nothing seemed out of place.

Peter looked up from the couch. "Elias." He was flipping through a book Elias knew was about the sea. To the left, Jon was reading War and Peace, and to the right, Martin was curled up next to Peter with a book of poetry. "You look surprised."

"I simply expected a mess." Elias responds dryly and clicks his tongue. He noticed Jon have a smirk he knew exactly what their patron had been telling him. "Did you at least get them clothes, feed them?"

Peter rolls his eyes. "Yes, I fed the kids, and I got them new clothes. Next time, you take them to the bloody mall. Unlike you I have experience with children." He didn't elaborate why or how. It seemed to be something that Elias didn't even realize.

"Aren't you adults? What's with the toy?" Elias had that obnoxious smirk on his lips.

Jon glared the best her could at the man.

Martin huffs putting his book down. "Unlike you who seems to thrive off of stale crackers and loneliness more than Peter, we actually care about comfort."

Peter bites back a snickers at Elias's offered expression.

Jon giggles.

Elias sighs and pinches his brow. "Just get food tomorrow and make sure they are clean."

"They aren't pets." Peter blinks, realizing something. "You really have no experience with children, do you?"

"I have no use for experience with children Peter." Elias rolls his eyes.

"Let me enlighten you, Mr. Know-it-all. Martin and Jon are too small to clean themselves no matter how adult their minds are. They have the emotional and mental capacity of children, which means shorter attention spans, excess energy, and the need for naps along with the fact using any of our patrons power is even more of a strain on their tiny bodies. Even though Martin hasn't picked it, he will have to, and again, they are physically children they could just as easily kill themselves by accident."

Jon scowls but sighs with a nod. "I could clean myself up mostly on my own, but Martin is smaller than I am, so he would need help. Peter isn't exactly wrong about our physical and emotional limits either."

"I mean, I was 6 when my father left, so I ended up having to care for myself. I mean, I'm not 6 yet, but I'm close enough, so I already know what to do." Martin hums.

"Didn't your mother care for you?" Elias stares blankly at Martin.

"Nope, I was her caretaker for as long as I can recall." Martin blinks and is confused when Peter sits him in his lap. "I mean, it's not a big deal. Really, I only regret dropping out of school to care for her."

Jon curses under his breath. "Martin, are you ok?"

"What? Of course I am. I've got you, and we aren't dead, and we don't have to worry about the end of the world." Martin makes an odd noise of confusion when Peter wraps his arms around him.

"Alright, it's still early enough. Let's get some food for breakfast." Peter vanishes in fog holding Martin.

Jon looks at Elias with a raised brow. "I... hmm.... Isn't Peter part of the Lonely?"

"He is." Elias furrows his brows. "I've never seen him act like that. Although I only know his past before the full becoming of an avatar, then it's out of my reach."

Jon frowns. "I see."

The silence seems to stretch until Elias leaves to his bedroom, and Jon heads to his room.

......

"Why are we here?" Martin blinks in the florescent lights of the supermarket.

"You need something for yourself." Peter hums.

"I don't." Martin sits in the shopping cart watching the items pass him by.

Peter frowns. "How long have you've been on your own?"

"Isn't that what you want?" Martin looks up at the man with a bored expression.

"You're a child Martin, no matter how old mentally you are. How long have you been alone?" Peter had a look Martin couldn't describe in his eyes.

"I'm not alone anymore." Martin shrugs. He has never really seen the problem with it he had a shit life growing up, and he got over it, realized the abuse, and moved on. He never understood why Jon always made it a big thing. Now Peter was making a thing of it, and he didn't really want to stick to the subject.

"That's not the point." Peter sighs. "How about I tell you something Elias doesn't know, and in return, you pick out food you want."

Martin raised his brow. "I'll accept that."

"You know of my family." Peter pauses as Martin nods. "I had siblings none of them were really built for what mother planned for us. I ended up like this a favorite of our patron, but I wasn't always alone on my boat. I never had a wife, but I had a child, not mine, just a little stole away on my boat. I was barely 20. It does seem so distant now looking back. Well, my patron didn't like that small girl.... I've forgotten her name only lasted a few years before they were taken. The thing about being lonely isn't just being alone it's also having things you loved ripped away, leaving you isolated and even more so lashing out in anger refusing to even attempt another step out of line. Didn't stop me for long, probably how I stumbled upon Jonah. I knew my family was a big benefactor to the institute, but I never knew why until him." He sighs. "That's a lot of nonsense in there, but you get the point."

Martin looks away. He knew Peter was awful at explaining himself or anything that related to him. He also knew Peter was lying about the only one kid. He didn't really understand what Peter was trying to tell him, but he'll humor the man and nod. "I want... I want chocolate."

Peter hums and nods. "Ok, a chocolate." He knows that isn't something personal or significant, but it was a start. He can see himself in Martin, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

Martin frowns at the look Peter held. Maybe he could ask for something else, but he can only recall his mom looking at him with disgust, "You're too old for that." "I didn't raise you to be a retard burn that thing." "Be a man you disgrace" "Speak damnit you failure." "I didnt ask for a broken son." He shut his eyes and felt a tear slip. The wave of emotions finally crashed into him, and he started to cry, getting overwhelmed.

Peter dropped the bar of chocolate he picked out out of shock. Did he say something? Did he make a face? He rushed to the side and took Martin out of the cart. "Are you ok?"

Martin only cries harder, clinging to Peter like he was his lifeline.

There were eyes on them, and Peter hated the eyes. He vanished in a fog, quickly traversing the Lonely to a quiet park. Was the offer too much? Did his story make him cry?

Martin hiccups and clung to the man, burying his face into Peter's shoulders, overwhelmed and over stimulated.

After what feels like hours, the cries are quiet whimpers. Peter takes a breath and doesn't force Martin off of him. "Did I do something?"

Martin, unable to talk, shakes his head the best he can in his position. He takes a breath.

"Can you talk?" Peter pauses, feeling the boy shake his head. "Ok, that's fine. We don't have to talk."

The quiet looms over them as the sun dips below the horizon. A large plush crochet spider seems to appear next to them it was gray with black eyes.

Peter narrows his eyes at the toy disgusted that the Web was interfering. However, Martin also saw the plush and grabbed it and held it close to his small frame. "You want that?" He can feel the boy stiffen and shake lightly in his arms. "If you wanted a soft toy, we could have picked up one earlier. You did insist Jon got that cow." He felt Martin shift, and those blue eyes stared at him with an infinite amount of sadness in them. "I'm not telling you you can't have it, but it is from the Web.... however, I think I can let that slide since you seemed charmed."

Martin swallows he mouths a thank you, unable to make the sounds.

"Do you want to head back to get cleaned up?" Peter internally cringes at the sense of confusion at a choice the boy seemed to hold.

Martin holds up the spider in his hands as an answer.

"Yes, I already said that will come with you." Peter sighs. "Alright, you need to get cleaned up and head to bed."

Martin relaxed and clung to Peter as they went back to that house.

.......

Elias crossed his arms, staring at Peter. "I may not be well informed when it comes to children, but you shouldn't be bringing a five year old home after midnight."

Peter blinks. "I didn't realize it was that late." He adjusts Martin in his arms

Elias sighs. "Just take the boy to bed he can get cleaned in the morning."

Martin was awake, glaring at Elias and shaking his head.

Peter shrugs. "Bath first, and then I'll join you in bed, Elias."

Elias relents shoulders sagging. "Fine. Use our room's bath. There's a seat in a tub so he can sit comfortably. I assume you got him proper sleeping clothes."

"Yes, the boy got pajamas." Peter rolls his eyes and heads to their room. Elias follows behind him until they end up in the bathroom tub full of warm soapy water and a half asleep Martin in said tub.

"I may have underestimated how small the child is." Elias stares at Martin, who wasn't big enough for the seat in the bath, and Peter only filled the tub a quarter of the amount.

Peter hums. "So, Mr. Know-it-all has a blind spot, and that's kids."

"Shut up, Peter." Elias is kneeled next to the other man helping with keeping Martin upright since he looks ready to pass out. His sleeves rolled up incredibly high.

"Thanks for the help." Peter sighs. "He tired himself out."

"I wouldn't have to if you brought him home at a reasonable hour." Elias says with no real bite. "What did happen?"

"I don't actually know. Lad just broke down. The Web offered him a plush spider, and it seemed to calm him enough to stop crying."

Elias scowls at the memtion of the Web, but that crochet thing didn't even seem dangerous, and he could even use his powers to describe it as nothing more than string balled together. "Why didn't he grab one when you were out earlier?" He pauses seeing his partner shrug. "I see. Well, then I have my own research to do in the meantime."

Peter nods along. "He seems too skinny for a boy his age, doesn't he?"

Martin looks away, unable to force any noise out of his mouth as a protest to being looked at like this.

Elias studies Martin like he was under a microscope and pauses seemingly listening to something. "A child his age shouldn't be skinny he should still have a roundish body with hints of baby fat. Signs of neglect of a child are low body weight, emotional outbursts, and small stature." He blinks and takes a breath. "Don't."

"I'm not going to say anything." Peter didn't even crack a smile. "I don't wish to scrutinize him anymore." He pushes Elias away and pulls Martin out of the bath and in a warm green towel. "I'll put him to bed."

"I'll bring that.... spider to his room." Elias gets up, leaving the room holding that toy in his hands.

Martin sways on his feet from exhaustion, letting Peter dress him like a doll. He didn't make a sound as he was carried to a large bedroom and tucked into bed, and he definitely didn't see Elias tuck that spider under his arm as he drifted off.

......

(Nonverbal)

Jon blinks, looking around. His voice is quiet, and he pulls himself from his bed. "What?" He's used to random facts and looking at things he wants, and maybe smiting others, but not his Patron talking to him. He didn't think it was possible for them to have thoughts like humans. Maybe they did something more when they stopped the apocalypse. He would have to put a pin in that as he pulled his door open and made his way to the room next to his.

(Nonverbal)

Jon paused as he stared into the cracked open door to Martin's room. "What are you talking about?" He was quiet as he pulled the door open wider to spot Martin with a plush spider in his lap, obviously handmade since robots can't crochet. He was curled in a corner and pulled his blankets around him.

(Nonverbal)

Jon gave a frustrated sigh. "What are you trying to say?"

Martin looks up from his makeshift nest and has a look of fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth as if he is trying to speak, but nothing comes out but a breath.

(NONVERBAL)

Jon covered his ears, knowing the voice was in his head, so it was useless instinct. "I get it!" He shouts back and steps back as Martin shrinks away from him. "N-no, not you... I uh... Martin, can you speak?"

Martin shook his head and clutched the spider close to him. His eyes seemed to plead that he didn't want Jon to be mad at him.

Jon blinks, that was new he never thought Martin could ever do something like this... coming to think about it, he knows barely anything about his partner's past or his mental and physical health. Martin probably knew more about him than he did about him. "I didn't mean to yell." He slowly approaches as Martin trained his gaze on him. "Turns out the Eye can talk now."

Martin tilts his head.

(No more)

Jon stops and stays in place a few feet away from Martin. Ok, he was getting the hang of this. "I uh wow, this is weird." He made a split decision and sat down across from Martin. "I uh didn't know this could happen. I made a promise that I wouldn't look into your past or mind, and I will keep that. So this is new territory, and I don't know how to help."

Martin blinks clearly confused, and he places the spider down in his lap. He then looked frustrated and opened his mouth again, but no sound escaped.

(Scared)

"No." Jon stops, and a red blush creeps around his neck. "N-no Martin isn't scared he's just he's, uh..." He huffs. "This would be so much easier if you didn't give one word answers. You cryptic bastard."

Martin smiles and shakes in a silent laugh.

(Closer)

Jon takes that as an ok to slide himself closer to Martin, and Martin pulls him the rest of the way. "I uh ok. This is ok?"

Martin nods and holds Jon's hand.

(Jonah)

Jon pulls Martin close as Elias rushed in. Both kids stare at the man with wide eyes. He was in a tank top and boxers. His hair was a mess, and by the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, Peter was following. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath. "Jonathan, I expect you not to screech in my head at seven in the morning."

Martin shakes again in a silent laugh, noticing he trail of red marks all over Elias.

(Not proper for children)

Elias's eyes widen as he stares at Jon.

"I didn't say anything." Jon's voice was quiet but held a smirk to it.

Elias covers his face. He couldn't yell at his patron. Hell, he had no idea they could even talk besides dropping facts and sights in his head.

Peter finally came into the doorframe, confused as Elias was covering his face, and the red that tipped his ears was a dead giveaway that he was embarrassed. He could count on one hand how many times he has caught the other man in his multiple bodies embarrassed. "Elias, the children are fine. Why did you shove me out of bed and run off?"

"The Beholder speaks." Jon smirks. "The Beholder speaks, and they can't speak to one at a time."

Peter pauses, scratching his chin through his beard. "Oh, that's hilarious."

Elias huffs and turns to walk back to his room.

Jon chuckles softly.

Peter looks back to the two children. "Well, I'm up, and I'm not going back there while he's like this. How about some breakfast?"

Matin nods and gets up, holding his spider with one hand and Jon's hand in the other.

Jon follows behind. "Shouldn't you get dressed?"

"I have an apron." Peter hums in response. His soft, cheery voice did not match the man it belonged to in the slightest. Even as a man born into extreme wealth, his body was littered in scars, probably from his ship. He was chiseled like a god and had more body hair than either man realized.

Martin is more surprised he doesn't have a tattoo of an anchor but one of a lighthouse.

"I don't think that's sanitary." Jon makes a face.

"You'll be fine." Peter hums, grabbing an apron that says women fear me fish want me. "Besides, what do you want?"

Jon hums. "I want something sweet."

Martin shrugs.

"Ok, pancakes then." Peter hums and gets to work. He makes quick work of the batter and hums a sad melody or a sea shanty, Jon knew, but Martin didn't care to ask.

"You're of the Lonely." Jon states as a fact staring up at the larger man.

"I am, but you have questions." Peter hums. "Let's see how much more polite you are compared to Jonah."

Jon nods at the go-ahead. "Do you have to be alone?"

Peter chuckles. "I've never liked crowded spaces. It's not a requirement. You can be lonely and be in a group. Isolation isn't just physical. Unless you're my mother, and she'll have her own opinions as truth. I prefer to be alone, not just because I'm an avatar, but because it's easier to feed myself without overeating. That doesn't make much sense." He sighs. "Unlike your patron, the Beholder, I don't actively have to feast on someone's fear or statement or information. We're more like the Web than what Elias likes to claim. Crowds and cities like this breed a specific kind of isolation fear that well, it's a bit too filling in a sense, and it's constant and never goes away. On the sea I can pick and choose what I will have, I guess."

Jon didn't expect the answer. He hums. "But why the sea you can get the same thing from hiking or caving."

"Don't like the buried kid." Peter narrows his gaze before smiling again. "I like boats and I like the sea so that's why."

"Yes, yes, you're a sailor at heart." Elias interrupts. "I will be off to my archives don't burn the house down."

"I don't like fire." Peter raised his brow.

"I was not talking to you." Elias sighs. "Just keep them entertained, and you can tell me about your newest trip on the Tundra." Elias knew the man liked to talk about things he liked and sadly himself was not part of that.

Peter's grey washed-out eyes seemed to shine. "I'll hold you to that, Jonah."

Elias sighs and turns his attention back to the two kids. "And Peter, take them out today. We need food, and they need things to keep them entertained. I will not have them run around the archives unchecked."

Jon frowns. "I want to head to the archives."

"Whatever message you would like to send can be done at a later date nobody is in dire danger." Elias sighs.

(Wrong)

Jon locked eyes with Elias.

Elias sighs. "Get changed out of your pajamas, and you'll be away from Martin. I will not bring both of you."

Martin pauses and seems to realize something, and he nods frantically.

Peter raised his brow but doesn't ask.

Jon nods and leaves Martin's side rushing upstairs to get dressed.

(Gerrad has cancer and has never seen a doctor)

Elias blinks. "Huh, so young as well. That's a shame."

(Help him)

"That's what Jon will do." Elias hums.

Martin looks to Peter and points, which causes him to stop breakfast from burning.

"Thanks, lad, but I guess it's a you and me day today." Peter smiles. "Do you like boats?"

Martin shrugs.

Elias sighs. "Have a good time. I don't expect this will take all day."

(Bonding)

Elias can hear Jon groan from a top of the stairs.

.......

Martin didn't exactly know how they ended up at a book store, and by the look of it, neither did Peter. He found a boom on spiders he used to own before in the future he didn't really want to think about that, but he wanted it. He also found another book he tried to balance while also carrying his plush spider. He tripped in front of Peter.

Peter caught him before he hit the ground. "What did you find?" He grabbed one of the books and turned it over it was about the sea and sea creatures. "Did you get this for me?"

Martin nods quickly he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks annoyed but resigned.

"Don't force it." Peter ruffles Martin's hair. "Thanks for the book. I didn't think they made books about the stuff I like. Well, I mean, they probably do. I just I don't look, I guess." He watches the boy point to a section that was labeled deep sea science. "Well, I don't think Elias would mind if we bring home some books."

Martin holds up his book on spiders.

"You know what, how about you get a few more different types of that. I wager the Web and the Lonely want to share you." Peter chuckles, then pauses. Can someone be an avatar of two fears? Maybe he should probably ask.

Martin nods excited, running off to a different corner as Peter starts to pick out a large stack of books.

The cheery moment was interrupted by a man with a cheerful tone and the smell of ozone. "Well, if it's a shock to myself, Mr. Lukas, I didn't expect you to have a child, let alone be in public of all places."

Peter frowned, holding his bag of books. "Simon."

The elderly looking man with a nice cane chuckles. "Relax yourself. I'm merely here to talk to that little one of yours. The Vast seems especially interested in this little fellow." Simon chuckles, pulling out a piece of strawberry candy from his pocket.

Martin hid behind his plush spider.

"Oh ho a scary little spider, huh? Such a cute little boy." Simon hums. "Oh, the folly of youth, how's Jonah doing, er it's Elias now, right? I rather liked his previous body, but sickness isn't kind to anyone, even those of the Eye. I have been meaning to ask if it is odd being with him in different bodies?"

Peter sighs. "Simon, this isn't appropriate discussion in front of a child."

"Ah, right, where are my manners. I merely came by to check up on Elias, but I ended up here. Instead, distances are a tricky thing. It's nice to finally meet you Martin, oh you've got eyes on you and not just Jonah." Simon waves and vanishes in the smell of ozone and the feeling of vertigo.

Martin clutches onto Peter. His voice was quiet, but finally, sound came from his lips. "I don't like flying."

Peter chuckles. "Neither do I."

......

Martin blinks, staring at Elias and his, oh too expensive suit covered in stains and probably fresh blood. "Uh...."

Jon was equally a mess with a scowl on his lips. "Gerry went to the hospital and is getting treatment."

"Ok, but..." Martin tilts his head. "What happened?"

Jon covers his face. "It's a long story."

Elias takes a breath. "I'm getting Peter. Do not look for me." He leaves with a huff.

Martin opens his mouth before Jon shakes his head.

"Don't ask."

Martin shuts his mouth.

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aemondsprincesss · 1 year

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i absolutely love your dragon!reader works! she is so cute and i love that aemond just wants to protect her and let her be free. You're also hilarious i screamed when i read that helaena isn't allowed to bring bugs anymore because reader almost ate a spider; dragon!reader is both the light of his life but also the cause of multiple near heart attacks

like imagine if for some reason helaena or aegon had a canary (it was a gift) and they go into to see it but the canary is gone and they're like "a cat?" and aemond is staring at dragon!reader who sheepishly spits a yellow feather out

maybe when aemond trusts his family to be gentle with reader and not judge her he brings her to family meals and he has to yank her back in her seat because she wants to chase a rat that has crept under the table

also i loved your note how she loves warm baths can you imagine if she saw bubbles 🥺 she would lose her mind

SORRY IM RANTING im just excited but aemond definitely keeps coins/shiny objects/strings in his pockets to distract her if she gets restless in public

Thank you so much for your love!

And you are so right! Dragon!reader is in fact the light of his life but also the cause of multiple near heart attacks! One of my next posts will be about her “disappearing”. This is the closer Aemond gets from an actual heart attack!

About the bubbles, you are also right! Dragon!reader would be absolutely hypnotized by them. Would probably want to taste it, though. Yuck!

You call me hilarious? The part about spitting out the yellow feather got me snorting very unladylike! 😂 This now is canon! Actually, everything you wrote I’ll consider canon. It’s TOO GOOD!!!

(Aemond praying for more patience 😂)

I see it happening pretty early on the story. You were not talking much, but could understand simple things that were said to you.

Poor Helaena was so excited with her new pet. She loved it’s singing and wanted you to hear it too.

She wanted to share her happiness with you because you are the only one who matches her peculiar personality.

Aemond, her mother and a few others are understanding, but no one is as completely free of judgement and skepticism as you, so she loves you for it and for your own peculiarities.

This is why she sent for you first thing. You and Aemond were a little late to arrive so you missed her. Aemond decided to wait her return in her chambers with you... and the canary. Big mistake. A few seconds of Aemond’s distraction later, the little fella was gone. Roasted. It was a quick death at least.

As soon as Aemond heard the sound of your fire, he stood from the settee, walked up to you and, calmly, told you that you did a bad thing. Told you that Helaena would be sad. He knows that you don’t like it when Helaena is sad.

“Ilirí”(forgive) you asked with a pout, the dead bird on your hand and your lips dirty with coal. It pained Aemond’s heart. He should have been more attentive.

Too soon, the door of Helaena chambers opened. Aemond took the dead animal from your hand and threw it out of the window. Then he quickly wiped your lips with his fingers, making you look as innocent as possible.

Helaena came in and her face splitted in a big smile when she saw you two. The smile died when she saw the empty cage.

She asked what happened and Aemond was quick to lie. Saying that the cage was already empty when you two arrived. When he saw his sister tearing up, he elaborated on the lie, saying that he saw a cat when he came in. At this, Helaena began to search her room in hopes of finding her little friend. Saying that he could have scaped the predator. In this moment, you sheepishly took a little yellow feather out of your mouth. Aemond grabbed it from your hand and thought: no, Helaena, he did not scape the predator...

Calling his sister’s name, Aemond told her to stop. Promising to give her five, ten more canaries. And a cat proof cage. Still sad, she nodded, giving up on her search.

Let’s just say that the Red Keep became really unsafe for birds, rats, cats (Aegon) and all kinds of pesky animals.

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Chapter 6: Running Up That Hill

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

Raining Hellfire: Season Four

Word Count: 3679 words

Warnings: swearing, vecna's curse, mentions of blood/death

[A/N: literally remember when i first watched dear billy and was screaming at my tv when it suddenly went black. like why they got to play with my anxiety like that]

Running Up That Hill

“MAX!”

You screamed until your throat was sore, cupping her face and tapping it gently, trying anything to wake her up.

Steve was by your side as soon as he heard your cries, shaking Max.

“Max, wake up!” He yells alongside you while tears are streaming down your face. “Shit, shit, shit. Guys!”

“What do I do?!” You cry and Steve shakes his head, unable to help.

Dustin and Lucas sprint over, kneeling beside you all and you stumble back into a standing position, unable to tear your eyes away from your sister. He was going to kill her.

You hear Max’s voice echo in your mind, looking to others. Still trying to wake Max from her curse, they must not have registered it.

Because they didn’t hear it.

Then, you hear her cry out and you realise you only have one option; you needed to find her yourself.

“Max.” You whisper to yourself, eyes shut as you imagined Max was in front of you, features down to every little detail. “Run.”

It wasn’t until you could see Max’s figure running across a darkened graveyard that you realised it worked.

You could save her. You just weren’t strong enough like this.

As you held El’s hand, you could visualise it, the red door in front of you. There was nothing else around it, just pitch black.

And then you saw El in front of you, approaching the door. You snapped your eyes open.

With a shaky breath, you realised you had done it before. When El was searching for Heather, you had somehow seen her. You had found her.

“Move!” You quickly yell, pushing passed your friends to situate yourself just in front of your sister.

Startled, they scrambled out of your way and Steve frowns at you.

“What are you doing?” He asks while shaking his head, confused as you reach out and grab Max’s hand.

“I’m saving her.” You announce, squeezing her hand slightly and shutting your eyes once again.

Steve stares for a moment before turning to Dustin, “Call Nancy and Robin! Go get ‘em! Call Nancy and Robin! Go!”

Taking a deep breath, you focus.

Max. Long red hair, a beautifully freckled face. Blue eyes that held more fire than anyone could see. Every detail you admired every day, every little part of your sister that you loved more than anything.

You just hoped it would work.

lucas?!

Another deep breath. A dark forest. Blinding red light.

dustin?!

Swarming shadows, eyes flickering from left to right. Searching.

y/n?!

Finding.

“Y/N! Please, help me!”

“Max?”

You open your eyes.

Blinking against a flash of red, you squint into the space. You start to move, a squelch sounding from your step. Staring down, your eyes widen. You’ve been here before.

You land in a pool of red, vines slithering along the ground. You look up to the sky, holding your breath. Floating objects swam around the air; pieces of a house, a stained glass window with a design you couldn’t quite make out. You didn’t have the time to.

Sure enough, as you look up, the objects filled up the sky. Stained glass, painted with a rose. A staircase further ahead, leading to nowhere. A grandfather clock.

Spiders scattered around the ground in the crimson hue, your eyes finding the vines that slithered around you. Your head hurt with every moment you were here. You thought you could feel a nosebleed, swiping your nose. But there was no stain, no remains of blood. Red or black.

“Shit!”

You span around, feet already sprinting towards the echo. You knew Max’s voice anywhere.

“NO!”

Your legs took you faster, breathing heavy as you tried to remain focused, gain control. She was struggling.

Only seeing one way to go, you ran towards the staircase, slipping behind it until you found where the bottom of the stairs began.

“Help.”

You look up to see Max pinned to a blackened tree, vines slithered around her like captors, restricting her breathing.

“Max!” You scream and her eyes find yours, a tear slipping down.

You didn’t even notice who was stood in front of her.

“Y/n” Vecna’s voice growled, turning his head until his eyes found yours. “You’re too late”

Ready to fight, you take a step, unsure of your plan. But then, suddenly, something peculiar happened. An echo, of sorts, illuminating the void with song.

If I only could…

It doesn’t hurt me

To see how deep the bullet lies

All heads turn to stare at a portal, creating a rift into your world. You stared, seeing how the others had placed your old Walkman headphones on Max’s ears. You noticed your figure sat there, blood pouring down from your nostrils as Steve looked at you, panicked. Black blood.

“They can’t help you, Max” Vecna turns back to her, “There’s a reason you hide from them”

You immediately run towards them, stopping still as Vecna raises his right arm and, in a flash, vines shoot towards you.

“Your sister brought you here, Max” He says, Max whimpering as he gets closer, “Your death is a price for trusting her”

The vines stab at you. Or, they try. Instinctively reaching your hands out, the vines come to an excruciating stop, alerting Vecna to your power. His head turns back, a glare on his warped face, before he turns back to Max, slowly raising his left arm.

“You belong here with me”

“You’re not really here.” Max prays, still struggling against her restraints just as you battled with control over the vines.

“Oh, but I am, Max” He remarks, tightening the grip around Max’s neck, “I am”

As you see his hand hover over your sister’s face, you glance back at the portal. Her body was slowly lifting off the ground, your hand slipping away from hers. As the connection broke, you could feel yourself pulling away. You were running out of time. Max was going to die.

“Fight it!” You scream at her, stumbling back as you tried to keep the vines at bay. “Max! You can fight it! Fight it!”

You see Max’s eyes drift to stare at the gap between Vecna’s sharp fingers, a shaky breath. She was fighting, you could tell. You could feel it. But she needed help.

Every little piece of energy inside you focused on the daggers aimed at you. In anger, in control, you feel darkness coursing through your veins, eyes set on the target. The corners of your vision darkened, heart beating calmly and rhythmically.

All it took was a scream.

You shot the vines like bullets, aiming straight for Vecna’s back. They pierced the slithering skin, causing him to grunt in shock and, hopefully, pain.

Max takes the opportunity to latch her hand onto a part of his neck, and tug as hard as she could. He steps away this time, injuries becoming too overwhelming for his power that Max falls to the floor, free.

“MAX!” You yell out and her head whips to you, eyes wide. “RUN!”

She doesn’t have to be told twice.

Scrambling to her feet, she sprints away from Vecna, heading towards the window of hope. You watch as she runs across the landscape, far enough to truly make it out alive. You notice your figure in the graveyard, blackened veins tainting your hands, creeping up your neck. If you didn’t leave soon, you weren’t sure what it would do to you.

Max suddenly falls to the ground and you take a few steps forward, eyebrows scrunched and eyes wide in fear. Blocks were crashing to the ground, trying to obliterate her path to safety. With a side glance, you knew it was at Vecna’s hand.

“You can’t save her” He replies, staring directly at you as he pulls another obstacle down, “I warned you”

“And I’ve warned you once before.” You step forward, hands tingling at your sides as your eyes flashed black, “You’re not going to win.”

Vecna’s eyes widened at the sight of you, clearly confused as to the power you currently possessed. Something about the look in his eye made you think he knew more than he was telling.

Max was almost at the portal, outrunning the crashing pieces of debris. Vecna raises his hand once more, before it is suddenly pulled down. In shock, he glances down at the swarming black dust restricting his arm from moving, milky white eyes meeting your raven black ones.

“This isn’t possible”

Feeling yourself drifting away, you turn behind you to see a flash of blinding light, Max jumping through the window before she disappeared. She made it.

Tilting your head down at Vecna, who was slowly regaining control, you narrow your eyes.

“She may have cheated death, but your clock is barely ticking”

As he finally summons the dust away, you watch the landscape fade into a flash of white, eyes squinting against the light until there was total darkness. And an aching pain in the back of your mind.

“Max, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

You open your eyes with a gasp, slumping your shoulders, to see Lucas holding Max in his arms, Max assuring him, and herself, that she was here.

“Y/n.” Steve frowned with worry, wiping away the blood from your nose as you watched the black veins on the back of your hands suddenly fade away.

“She’s alive.” You breathe and he nods with a smile, pulling you into a tight hug.

Max was alive.

The Wheeler basement was the only place anyone felt safe right now.

You had convinced Karen to let you all stay there. Although, it didn’t take much convincing when she saw your panicked face, worry lining her eyes. But she didn’t ask questions; she knew you well enough to know it wouldn’t help. So, with a smile, she let everyone stay downstairs for as long as they like.

The idea was to get some sleep to recharge and come up with a plan the next day to kill Vecna. But you didn’t sleep.

Max had her reasons, eyes wide awake as she stares at the ceiling, hand intertwined with yours for comfort. She wouldn’t be able to close her eyes, just in case.

In case he came back for her.

You couldn’t sleep because of the throbbing headache pounding against your skull. You didn’t dare move to grab paracetamol, allowing the faint music from the Walkman that Max wore to calm your mind. Not when your sister needed you.

In the early hours of the morning, Max stirred beside you. She had sat up, whispering that she needed paper. You had walked with her to the dining room, Karen already whipping up breakfast and you fetched Max what she needed, letting her focus on drawing and smiling away the opportunity for breakfast to step into the open garage for some fresh air.

“Shit.” You mutter as tears started falling, a choked sob leaving your lips.

You end up curled into a sitting position on the middle of the concrete, crying floods that had been blocked by a dam in your mind.

It was a close call, Max moments away from being another victim of Vecna’s curse. You knew there was a price to pay for the power you possessed, but you weren’t going to stop until she was safe for sure. You needed Vecna dead.

But if the last four years have taught you anything, it’s that Vecna is more powerful than you’ll ever be. You just wished El was here, to help you through it. To help you control whatever you had. You may have stopped him once... but it almost killed you.

“You could have died.” Steve stresses in whispers, standing with you in the bathroom as the others sorted out the sleeping situation on the other side of the door.

“You don’t know that.” You shake your head, splashing your face with cold water and scrubbing away at the black stain on your upper lip.

“I saw it.” Steve steps forward, ducking his head to catch your eyes and pull your gaze away from the mirror. “Y/n, you almost stopped breathing.”

Staying silent, you tighten your lips, sight trailing down to your arms. The power lurked there still, a warm sensation within your veins.

“I tried calling you out of it.” He states and you whip your head up to look at him. Tired circles rounded his eyes, a gleam of worry and fear dancing on his expressions. “You couldn’t hear me.”

“Max is alive.” You nod furiously, “That’s what matters right now. I know I don’t have any control over… whatever the hell is going on with me, but it won’t stop me from fighting.”

“No, no.” Steve mutters, running a hand through his hair, “What if next time you don’t survive?”

You bite your lip. “It’s a risk I have to take.”

“Hey, dinguses.” Robin knocks on the door, “Some of us have small bladders so please may you kindly exit the bathroom.”

Steve was right. The risk of you dying was too high. It was just a shame you didn’t care for yourself like that.

“Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there?”

The voice blasting from your radio caused you to sniffle away your tears, slowly raising it to your mouth.

“Dustin, can you hear me?”

“Hey, it’s me. Y/n.” You reply, wincing at the thought that the radio downstairs would be picking up this signal too.

There’s a moment of silence before Eddie speaks again. “Hey, um… are you okay?”

“Mm-hm.” You squeeze your eyes shut, remembering the position he’s in, “Yeah, why, uh, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You don’t sound okay.”

You let out a sigh, gnawing on your lip. “No. Not really. But, that’s a whole other story. What do you need?”

“Seriously, Y/n.” Eddie replies, a worried tone to his voice, “You can tell me.”

“It’s hard to explain…”

“Hey, guys. It’s Nancy.” Your friends voice blares through the radio and you feel both relieved and guilty for waking her up.

“Wheeler! Hey.” Eddie sounded startled, obviously not expecting anyone else to join the line, “Um… I’m gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world.”

“No.” Nancy instantly replied and you can hear the grogginess of her sleepy voice, “No, no. Don’t do that. Just stay where you are.”

“Yeah, we’ll drop by later with some food.” You assure before frowning to yourself. “Like, actual food.”

“Hey, I’ve been eating actual food.” Eddie sounds defensive and you hear a distant clatter of a tin in the background. “Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now, but, uh, a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.”

You let out a little laugh, “Yeah, I might have to join you in that.”

“Uh, Y/n?” Nancy’s voice sounds panicked. “Where’s Max?”

“Upstairs.” You respond and she quickly bids goodbye, leaving you and Eddie alone again. “Hey, Eds. I’m gonna have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie passes it off with a shrug in his tone, “It’s cool, I’m, uh… looking forward to having some beers with you, I guess.”

You smile at the radio before looking back at the door behind you, already hearing voices from the kitchen. “I’ll see you soon.”

You carry the radio to the kitchen, passing a smile over to Karen as she served up pancakes. Placing it on the table next to Max, you slide into the seat beside her.

“I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this.” Karen says happily and you smile again.

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change.” Mr Wheeler grumbles and you almost laugh.

“But then who would you complain about?” You remark and he rolls his eyes while Karen holds in a snicker.

“You know you’re all welcome anytime.” Karen tells you and Dustin.

“Totally. You’re like family.” Dustin nods with a warm smile, pointing to the plate of pancakes. “May I?

“Absolutely.”

“Yeah, why not?” Ted pipes up again as Nancy slips into a chair the other side of Max. “Take us for all we’re worth.”

“Okay.” Dustin says cheerily before piling pancakes onto his plate.

You gently tap Max on her shoulder and she slips the headphones off, pausing the tape.

“Hey.” She offers a small but feeble smile.

“You okay?” Nancy asks, leaning in.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Max says simply, trying a laugh, “People kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason. But Holly let me borrow some of her crayons. We’ve been having a fun morning, right, Holly?”

“Mm-hm.” Holly hums, focused on her light board.

“I’ve seen these.” You frown and they turn to you before looking down at the drawings on the table.

“Is this what you saw last night?” Nancy questions, glancing between you both.

“I mean, it’s supposed to be.” Max shrugs, “I thought it’d be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but… not so much.”

“I think Will took the art talent with him to California.” You comment and she lets out a small laugh.

“Is that…” Nancy pulls forward an eerie drawing of who could only assume were Fred and Chrissy.

“It was like they were on display, or something.” Max nods slowly, “And then there was this red fog everywhere. It was like a dream.”

“More like a nightmare.” You mutter, picking up a particular drawing.

“Do you think Vecna’s just trying to scare you?” Nancy frowns.

“With Billy? Yeah. But when I made it here… I dunno, something was different.” Max shakes her head. “He seemed... surprised, almost.”

“You weren’t supposed to be there.” You realise and they look to you. “These objects floating around… they didn’t have any significance to Max, right?”

“No.” Max bites her lip, confirming your suspicion.

“Maybe you infiltrated his mind.” Dustin suggests as he sits beside you, “He invaded your mind, right? Even Y/n managed it… Is it that big a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?”

Once Dustin started off on a tangent about Freddie Krueger, you still stared down at the picture in your hand. The stained glass window. You had seen it before, you swore it.

“You okay?” The boy laughed, “Come on, my mom wants us to go to the beach today!”

And just like that, he jogged down the hallway and opened a door with a stained glass window you didn’t recognise. He stood in front of it as it opened and your eyes widened when you saw what was on the other side.

“Wait! No!” You yell, running after him as he slipped through the door. “Billy!”

Widening your eyes, you tilt your head at the drawing. Back then, you had assumed the one you would learn to know as Vecna had created a vision of your memories to try and scare you. But the door had never been a memory for you. What if you had seen past all the mind games and caught a glimpse of his mind. After all, whenever you used your power, your mind became defenceless, just like your body. What if his power had the same effect?

“What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna’s world?” Dustin’s hypothesis caught your attention and you nod.

“I don’t know…” Nancy sounds unconvinced.

“I’ve done it before.” You announce and they stare at you, confused. You blink for a moment before realisation hits. “Oh, right, yeah. So, to be brief, I think Vecna’s been using my mind for years now.”

“What?” They all respond the same, leaning forward.

“Look, I’m fine.” You lie, waving your hands, “But, Dustin is right. Max must have ran into his mind lair or whatever because I specifically remember seeing this.”

You drop the paper onto the table and they all peer over to stare at it.

“Okay so, maybe the answer we’re looking for is…” Dustin tilts his head, examining it closer with a squint, “somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing. God, we need Will.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Max says, exasperated, “But I tried them again this morning, and it’s the same busy signal.”

Nancy suddenly reaches for the drawing, picking it up and turning it the right way round. “Is this a window?”

“Yeah.” Max nods, looking to you for confirmation.

“Stained glass with roses.” Nancy examines and Max scoffs at Dustin.

“See? I’m not so terrible after all.”

Dustin remains unbothered, eating through his pancakes. He locks eyes with you, leaning closer.

“Between me and you?” He whispers as he glances down at the plate, “Yours are much better.”

“Have you seen it before?” You ask Nancy after gently bumping shoulders with Dustin.

“A house.” She mutters and you look at the drawings with the same puzzled look.

“It’s like a picture puzzle.” You suddenly say and despite the looks Max and Dustin gave you, Nancy’s eyes lit up.

“Yes.”

You both stand from your seats, working together to place the drawings like jigsaw pieces. Paper was folded and set down, concentration on your faces until the image started to build up. Nancy grabs a pen, outlining the object as you set down the final piece: the stained glass window.

“It’s pieces of a house.” Max realises while you and Nancy look at eachother.

“Not just any house.” Nancy replies. “It’s Victor Creel’s house.”

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

As Nancy rushes to wake the others, Max and Dustin hurriedly getting their gear together, you wandered into the hallway, clock chimes echoing louder and louder in your head.

You tilt your head at the front door. It was no longer the Wheeler’s. Instead, a rose was painted delicately on a stained glass window, a saturated red light blaring through, causing colourful shadows to dance around you.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Each step closer meant the clock became louder. You reach out to the window, fingertips brushing against the cool glass.

“Are you ready to learn the truth?”

Chapter 7: The Creel House ->

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greensagephase · 4 months

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Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

#nonviolent communication #asked and answered #no seriously - I'm crying rn over how SWEET AND CUTE AND TENDER AND BEAUTIFUL THIS IS #I'm gonna go to sleep thinking about Peter now and imagining more random things about what our lives were like before #probably not a good idea but we love angst over here #nonviolent communication fanart

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theoddcatlady · 4 months

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I'm Addicted to Eating Bugs

I suppose it started small, like all addictions do. I was in the first grade, having some corner time because I threw a crayon at Brandon's head. He totally deserved it but that's another story for another day.

Anyway, I was facing the brick wall, imagining horrible fates for this jerk of a classmate when I heard a quiet buzzing. I looked by my feet to see an old cobweb, spider long gone but the dusty threads still managing to capture a fly. It wiggling and squirmed and if I hadn't interfered it probably would have gotten loose and carried on with its life. But before I realized it I had plucked the fly free and placed it in my mouth.

It buzzed furiously and it took all my willpower not to giggle, it was really ticklish. If I laughed, I'd end up opening my mouth and away it would go. I prodded at it with my tongue, feeling its wings flap uselessly against my cheek before I ended its life between my molars.

I swallowed and felt a lot better about things. Who cared about stupid Brandon anyway?

To be fair, kids eat stupid shit all the time. Glue, crayons, paper, I used to know a kid who ate sand and thought he was really stupid. Then again, I was only in the sandbox to hunt down ladybugs, so maybe I didn't have room to judge. But all those kids left their weird eating habits behind. I didn't. Instead, my habit grew.

At recess I'd spend all my time hunting bugs. I'd bring along a lil bug box and my teacher would just assume I'd want to study the insect world and let me be.

The easiest to find were worms on a day it had just rained. Those lil buggers were everywhere on the paving stones. Unfortunately they also had the least amount of payout. Worms taste like dirt. I mean, who's surprised though? Caterpillars were a lot better, so squishy but still slow enough for me to catch. Crickets and grasshoppers were a real pain in the neck. I had to learn to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. If I didn't wait for the right moment, I would end up clapping my hands down on nothing at all.

But oh man, were they worth the effort. I didn't like putting them in my mouth alive so much, they kicked too much, but they had so much flavor and crunch. If I managed to find a grasshopper while hunting, I would consider myself one lucky kiddo.

I was never officially caught eating bugs until a few years later. I knew I had to keep my secret quiet. But when I was in fourth grade my class got a pet lizard named Lizzy. I know, really creative on names here, but we were kids so give us a break. But Lizzy needed to eat crickets a few times a week. I felt almost validated watching her munch down on them. But I also felt jealous. She could eat crickets whenever she wanted. I wished I could do that.

One winter day I decided to steal some of Lizzy's crickets. During recess I'd gone back to the classroom to get something from my desk when I realized I was all alone. This was my only chance to indulge. I crept up to the lizard cage, where the small cricket container was placed beside it. I opened up the top, snaked a handful of crickets, and threw those little buggers right in my mouth.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard someone gasp. I turned and saw Gabrielle, her jaw dropped as she stared at me. I'm pretty sure a cricket leg was poking out of my mouth too.

And of course, Gabrielle being a teacher's pet, she ran off screaming ‘Keith is eating Lizzy's crickets!’

I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my chest. My secret was out.

I managed to play it off as a joke, a one time thing. I was just curious as to why Lizzy liked eating crickets so much. I think Mr. Martinez found it hilarious. He ended up bringing roasted crickets to class next week, taking this moment to teach us how other cultures enjoyed eating all kinds of bugs and prepping them in unique ways.

I never felt more sick in my life. Although being salted and cooked did bring out the flavor, I ended up barfing it up later. It just. Wasn't the same. They were barely even bugs anymore. It was just like eating potato chips or almonds. There was no thrill of the hunt. None of that excitement as they squirm in your mouth. The joy when you bite down, taking out a leg or maybe slicing them right down the abdomen.

I did try to stop after that. I really did. I didn't want to get picked on anymore and maybe it was a little weird that I kept eating bugs.

But here's the real problem. If I don't sate my appetite on bugs, I start craving… bigger things.

The whole glass was horrified to come in one morning to find Lizzy had disappeared, the lid tipped off the cage and our class pet nowhere to be seen. Much to my amusement, fingers were pointed at Gabrielle, as she was the one who fed Lizzy the day before. She swore up and down that she fastened the cage lid on tight, but it didn't matter. We tore that room apart and Lizzy was just gone.

I participated in the search, although I had no reason to. I knew exactly where Lizzy was. In my belly.

I didn't know why I had gone back to class that day, I just knew I needed to. I was alone, me and that lizard. I felt like I was on autopilot as I opened the cage and plucked Lizzy out by the tail. I dangled her over my mouth before I snapped her head clean off. Blood dripped in my mouth, a new feeling I had never gotten before with bugs. It felt so damn good.

When the high wore off though I felt so guilty I nearly threw her back up. I didn't, because that would really be a waste, I just got out of there. That night at dinner I didn't eat a damn thing, I claimed I had a tummy ache and that wasn't a lie. But I knew the cause wasn't that 24 hour flu bug going around.

So yeah. I realized quickly that maybe there are worse things than eating bugs. Winters were always the hardest, I had to make due with ants in the kitchen and daddy long legs in the basement. To my credit, I've only ‘snapped’ once since then, it was Christmas vacation at grandma's house and I just hadn't had the time to hunt. That poor cat. Everyone just assumed a wild animal had gotten to poor Fluffy, meanwhile I was trying to discreetly pick long white fur out from in between my teeth.

It's gotten simultaneously harder and easier as an adult. Harder as I need to eat a lot more bugs to keep the cravings at bay, easier as now I can just go to the pet store and clean out their supply of feeder crickets and mealworms. The cashier there thinks I'm cute and usually gives me a discount. She keeps asking to meet my geckos and I have to keep making excuses as to why she can't.

If the cravings get bad, I hit up another pet store and buy a few mice, maybe a hamster or a gerbil too if it sounds good. I eat those suckers while binge watching Netflix, sucking on the long tails and reducing their skulls to paste. It has worked for me so far. I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a decent social life. I think it's probably for the best I don't have a family. I don't want to snap one day around a small child, I’d never forgive myself.

But I'm a good uncle to my sister's kids. I send them gifts and always tell them cool bug facts, which they love to hear, especially the younger one, Ellie.

However… I think I caught Ellie with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar last week. The cookie jar in this case was a spider's web, and a fly wing poking out of her lips.

She said she was just curious as to why spiders ate flies, but I'm gonna be keeping an eye on her.

#my stories

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painttoolyamanaka · 1 year

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consider: shino sai friendship. the autism bros.. their parallel play would be incredible

YOU ARE SOSO RIGHT ANON and even though I made a post about them already, I’m willing to say it SO MANY TIMES, they’d be incredible friends to each other.

And NOW, I have an excuse to expand on my Shino-Sai friendship ideas, thank you anon 🫶

shino 🤝 sai

younger brothers with tragically young deceased brothers who they miss a lot

I like to think their relationship really progressed after the war, when Shino learned about Torune and ROOT. He could vaguely remember the masked men taking Torune away in his place but Shibi refused to talk much about it because of the grief of losing a child. There was only one ROOT member that might have anything to tell him about his brother before he died and it was Sai.

Sai didn’t know much, but he attempted to tell Shino everything he did know. At first, it was just the basic shinobi report/rundown. Then, he talked about Torune and Fuu and their relationship from what he saw. Sai didn't know much because Danzō made sure to keep the ROOT soldiers apart but he went on a mission or two with Torune and he seemed to genuinely be a good guy, even if he was a bit withdrawn. Sai apologized for not knowing much but Shino cried and told him it was enough. Just knowing his brother wasn't completely broken-in and emotionless, that even if it was terrible, Torune still had the ability to love made him break down. Sai tried his best to comfort him through it.

And that's when they became friends. I think after that, they hung out a LOT. Sai would randomly show up in Shino's house (you know how people headcanon that Kakashi just shows up through the window. well, I think all ANBU do that and Kakashi is the only one polite enough to slam open your window as a warning. Sai and Yamato are just 🧍‍♂️ in your living room).

I think Shino never really got many guests, especially since the Aburames are like the reserved bug family, so he's absolutely delighted to have another friend over that's not his team. He can show Sai his clan's huge bug collection and Sai will not bat an eye at a giant spider in the living room. He'll probably say hello to it.

Shino, pointing at a giant spider in the corner: This is Fluffy she's very sweet but people are scared of her a lot so just don't scream and you'll be fine. Sai, internally: How does one befriend big spider? Hmm...

I also think that after the war, Sai moved from the apartment Danzō gave him and into a small house or something, as a fresh start now that ROOT was disbanded. I know in my heart that Shino is the friend you would call on to help you move.

They try their best to make everything match but then Sai’s house ends up monochrome and Ino has to step in 😭

I think a big part of their relationship is just them understanding each other. Autism parallel play is real!!

Shino can tell on some level that Sai is like him. They’re strangely similar actually, I think they resemble each other more than Sai ever resembled Sasuke, especially later in life.

Shino, standing nearby Sai, waiting for him to start a conversation:

Sai, knowing Shino is right there and waiting for him to start a conversation:

Shino: You’re just like me :)

Sometimes they’ll just talk about every niche topic under the sun, and sometimes they just accompany each other. Shino will be walking around and then see Sai following him, and then ask Sai if he wants to help him do whatever mundane thing he’s doing. And Sai will do the same for Shino.

Imagine like two baby ducks following each other around all day, that’s them.

I also think in Boruto, Shino asks Sai to teach art lessons often. Sometimes his students need a break, and other times he just wants Sai to teach for a bit, because he can see how much Sai enjoys sharing his craft.

Shino: And now a special guest for class…

Inojin and Sumire, internally: please don’t let it be dad please don’t let it be dad please

Shino: Sai!

Sai: Hello! :D

Inojin and Sumire:

(The class loves him but he is still a Dad. Very embarrassing at times, and his Dad jokes are either out of pocket or horribly cheesy)

so, YEAH, anon is very right, those two are best friends and I think they’re really close after the war! It took me sometime to make this so have a little doodle of these two trying to pick a carpet! 💖

#sai naruto #the shino and sai friendship that canon was too cowardly to give us #shino aburame #anon!!#my [insert synonym for art here]

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maythearo · 11 months

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I think Jamil doesn't need a real "Uncle Ben" figure to teach him "great powers, great responsibilities" since he's pretty responsible. Like, he takes care of Kalim his entire life and all. And Gwen didn't lose her uncle or aunt, she lost her best friend.

But at the same time, even he hates Kalim, if he lost him, that still counts a cannon event(?).

Before Uncle Ben's death in Tobey Maguire's movie, he said "I miss the part where that's my problem". Think about it: Jamil finally gets a chance to be himself, be free. Without worries, without responsibilities. While he's using a mask, no person would find out and co relation his behavior with the Asim family. With that said, he isn't a hero yet. He just a random guy using a suit like someone in comic-con. But he forgerts about time itself. And I didn't thought about it too much, but he saw someone sus and don't do a single thing. Hes not a hero, the only person he needs to protect is Kalim. Turns out that single "Idc" leads to Kalim's death. So he takes the path, like in the beginning of Tobey's and Andrew's movie where they search for the killer.

I had more things to say, but I totally forgot about it.

The BR Jamil Simp Anon

Jamil's the most responsible spider-man in the multiverse fr

Losing Kalim could count as a canon event now that I think about it 🤔 a canon event of this type, from my understanding could either be the loss of a mentor (not specifically uncle Ben, Tom Holland's spider-man lost aunt May) OR of a best friend (like Spider-Gwen when she lost Peter, or when in Andrew Garfield's role he lost Gwen. In Tom Holland's universe he was supposed to lose MJ too, but Andrew saved her last minute since he's an anomaly in that movie and interfered with the event just like Miles did with Pavitr's universe when he saved the police chief)! Jamil may not consider Kalim as the dearest friend or anything like that, HOWEVER Kalim does consider Jamil to be his best friend... so... in a weird way that could count as a canon event, I think? An unexpected one, but still! NOOO MY SUNSHINE BOY

I still have to rewatch the old movies to remember the major stuff that happened, but how could I forget about the "I missed the part where that's my problem"? THERE'S SO MUCH TRAGEDY!! Jamil took the opportunity to be free at least while he's spider-man... but turns out, responsabilities follow him around no matter where he goes, or who he tries to be.

As for the other movie sequels, all I recall from them is that at least in Tobey's story, there's a brief period of time he gives up being spider-man? Or maybe I'm remembering the order of facts wrong, and he only stopped the super hero duty because his powers weren't working anymore? (Correct me if I'm wrong though). But regardless, what came to mind here was the question of what if Jamil gave up on that too? Just as a second possibility, like, "if he can't even be free as that alter-ego then what's the point"? I'm screaming and crying, why do all paths of this au lead to pain end suffering??? To my favorite guy no less?????? 😫😫😫

And for the last point, I guess so! It's just that whenever I think about twst's universe I tend to imagine the majority of people there use/are used to seeing magic in their day to day lives, while in marvel's universe science and technology are more prominent than magic itself. Idk how to explain it, but I feel like magic usage has a bigger "weight" in stories than science does? (Depending on how the story plays with it of course) So in a world where magic is more prominent than science, it kinda feels a bit unbalanced in terms of how the characters' powers play out. Like why use science if magic can do these same things with much more ease? Even if it's just to cut some corners, at least to my view it feels a little out of place. But that's just me really!!

#the multiverse is so difficult to explain 💀💀💀💀💀#the br jamil simp anon #ask #.twst into the spider verse

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yanderelmk · 11 months

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Hello there!! I saw the form for matchmaking and I decided to do one :DD

~ I'll go by Lotus for this form ☺️

~ I don't have a preference when it comes to gender, and I'm poly! I'm demisexual and demiromantic though, and prefer my partners a bit on the smart side (I think there's a term for that?? But I don't know). I also use they/she pronouns

~ I really love to write, although my motivation for that lately has been non-existent. I also like mythology, history, and comedy! I'm also my online friend groups resident 'heres 20 memes and 5 picrews' friend. I use a lot of emojis when typing (💜😊😅💕💖). I'd like to get better at cooking but I have more things to focus on at the moment.

~ I'm the designated therapy friend, and I mostly express affection through physical touch or acts of service. I'd love to be able to wake up with cuddles and then make my partner breakfast 💕

~ I hateeeeee spiders and bugs. I just can't stand them. If one gets on me I will scream and begin to flail around. I also don't really like math, my brain just isn't wired to do it.

(Thank you so much for doing this!! Reading whatever you post helps brighten my day 💜💜)

~💜💫

OK hear me out: Red Son and MK. Don't worry MK's scared of spiders too you can both leap on the table like Shaggy & Scooby Doo while screaming for Red Son to kill it. Which she will do. And call you both dumbasses in the process. Red Son was actually alive for a good part of the JTTW story, he can tell you what the time period was like in accurate detail and probably even show you some things he has left over (this would be great for both the mythological and historical interests!) You can't tell me MK isn't cripplingly bad at math. Hand him the quadratic formula he will look up at you with big goopy eyes and ask "What did I do to deserve this?" MK (and Red Son even if he'd rather die before admit it) really loves snuggling up to someone, oftentimes casually going over to sit someone in their lap or just sitting in someone's lap like this is an everyday occurrence. Oh, and head scratchies are absolutely appreciated. Perhaps even mandatory. I imagine MK appreciates the acts of service because he can be very disorganized and scattered, so assistance with making sure he eats regular meals and cleans up his room would be deeply appreciated. Red Son might feel partially guilty about the acts of service, telling you "Such menial work is for the peasantry, let them take care of such trivial matters while we watch Her Highnesses Queen Trixie and Katya. I must take notes from them for how I am to one day rule the mortal realm."

#lmk #lmk yandere #yandere lmk #lmk yandere matchmaking #lmk matchmaking #lmk yandere x reader #lmk yandere spicynoodles x reader #lmk red son #lmk mk #lmk red son x reader #lmk mk x reader #lmk spicynoodles #lmk spicynoodles x reader #lmk yandere mk x reader #lmk yandere red son x reader #lmk yandere mk x reader x red son

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madeliefkrans · 2 years

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take off your mask

wrote a fic! barely hanging on since the “it's a lot easier to say yes to things when you're the one asking” moment, so here’s a cute halloween janine x gregory fic.

this fic was inspired by a few things. first: the supply closet kiss scene from jake & amy from brooklyn nine nine. will we have an end of the 2nd season first kiss from janine and gregory as well? sure hope so. although i would also love an even longer slow burn because janine deserves being perfectly content on her own before falling in love again. second: suzume and shishio’s almost kiss scene in chapter 40 of hirunaka no ryuusei. yes, i’m still not over them. sue me. third: lots of dialogue prompts i saw on tumblr.

fandom: abbott elementary (tv series) type: fluff! cute! pairing: janine x gregory pov: janine’s word count: 2,384 on ao3 as well

take off your mask

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

Janine catches Gregory staring at her all big-eyed, thinking she’s joking, but once he sees the expression on her face, realizing that she’s serious.

“Okay,” he replies simply.

Janine lets out a relieved sigh. They’re on their way to Jacob’s class, walking through the second floor hallway. Abbott has always been getting by with little supplies. It can be challenging, but Abbott’s students and teachers are proof it can also push you to think outside the box. They are experts in getting creative with less, especially at times like this: Halloween.

Of course, Mr. C could not let spooky season pass without going all out, so he and his class, with some help of other teachers (Melissa knew a guy), have turned their classroom into a haunted house. Janine can only imagine the horrors going on there: paper spiders, ghosts made of tissues, pumpkins with googly eyes… Janine’s nerves are too sensitive for such scary events.

“What are you scared of?” Gregory asks.

“Mostly of kids jumping out of nowhere.” Janine shudders at the thought of a kid surging out of a storage closet turned into a mummy chest.

“That’s normal, we experience that every day.”

“This is different!”

Gregory tries to hide the stifled laugh behind his hand. Janine shots him a glare.

“You’re a scaredy cat.”

“I am not!”

Janine shoves her mask over her face. She dressed up as No Face from Spirited Away today, wearing the black gown from her UPenn graduation and a mask she bought online. It’s a film she couldn’t wait to show her students. Although it may not be as action-packed or frightening as what some of them were used to, like American Gangster or The Shining.

“This is a perfectly healthy reaction to scary situations,” Janine scoffs. Expecting Gregory to react, she looks up, but she only catches his gaze down at her.

She recognizes it. It doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it’s over before she knows it. The first time she couldn’t figure out the expression. It happened so quickly. Even so, it made her look away, making a joke. Back then, somehow, she already knew that when she would have held his gaze, she surely would have reached some kind of truth she was not ready for. It was only when she had seen it a couple more times, she could pinpoint the expression. Right now, he looks at her with fondness.

Janine is glad he cannot see her expression anymore. Lately, it’s been difficult ignoring her longing to hold his gaze, prolonging it, discovering what’s on the other side of it.

“Boo,” Ava whispers right next to her ear.

Janine screams, almost jumps out of her skin.

Ava cackles as she keeps going down the corridor. “Girl, your conscience is not in a good place if it got you all jumpy like that.”

Janine holds a hand on her heart, pacing her breath.

“Enjoy the haunted house, definitely some child prodigy actors in there,” Ava yells across her shoulder.

And with that, Janine’s breath is trembling again.

🎃🎃🎃

Gregory opens the entrance to the haunted house: thick black curtains. Janine can’t help hiding behind his body, scared all her nightmares will come true once she enters the classroom. She admires his checkered hat from the back. He decided to dress up as Sherlock Holmes today, wearing a tweed suit that fits him well.

Inside it’s completely dark. Silence all around them, all she can hear is her own heartbeat. Goosebumps cover her arms. Slowly, they shuffle their way through the assigned route.

Suddenly, music starts playing. Is that the Halloween theme? Strobe light flashes in front of their eyes, exposing streaks of blood on the wall. Oh God.

Then thunder crashes and a thick layer of fog starts to emerge all around them, blocking their view. Janine tenses up completely.

“It’ll be fine, Janine,” Gregory’s calm voice cuts through the darkness. She wonders how he knows that she’s this close to losing it.

She doesn’t have long to think it through, because suddenly, pairs of small hands appear out of the fog. Reaching. Towards. Her.

Janine screams. Even Gregory jolts. Or is that because of her screaming?

Oh wait. It’s because she’s clinging to him. She’s grabbed his arm, almost cutting off his blood flow. She cannot seem to let go, though. Not as long there’s danger lurking around ever dark corner of this classroom.

Gregory lets her.

She’s glad to hold on to him. Until something touches her hair. Faster than strobe light she reaches up her hair and shakes her head simultaneously.

“WHAT JUST TOUCHED ME,” Janine yells. Her fingers touch it. She screams some more.

Until she bumps into Gregory, who’s walked out in front of her.

“I think we’re at the grand finale,” he states. And Janine slowly peeks around his back to see what he’s looking at. It seems to be a chest covered in a red velvet cloth. The Halloween theme reaches its climax. Slowly, the chest opens itself from within. It reveals a boy who holds a flashlight underneath his painted face.

“Who dares to disturb my sleep,” the boy says slowly in his deepest voice which is still quite high. “You are cursed for a hundred years.”

Enough is enough.

Janine flees to the dark curtains she can see to her right, with light poking out from underneath. A couple more steps and she’s safe. She’ll be released from this nightmare. She reaches out for the exit and almost falls through the curtains with the momentum she’s made fighting her way out of this classroom.

She leans back against the brown brick wall in the hallway as she’s trying to calm herself down. Gregory walks out of the haunted house unfazed. Must be nice.

“You alright?”

“Better now I’m not in there anymore,” Janine tries to joke, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Gregory laughs softly, walking towards her and leaning against the wall besides her. He looks at her. She looks right back. It’s quiet. Her mask itches.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Janine and Gregory turn to face the ominous voice. A couple of kids stare at them with nothing but emptiness behind their eyes. Seems like the haunted house is not done with Janine and Gregory just yet. The kids have their arms straight in front of them, fingers pointing towards the floors. Nails all black. Eyes all black.

“Urhghhhhhhhh,” a student grunts. And she steps towards them.

One step too many.

Gregory stares at her. “What do we do?”

“RUN!” Janine screams. She grabs Gregory’s arm and yanks him to the right, down the hallway.

🎃🎃🎃

Janine is running as fast as she can. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the kid zombies following them, groaning and snorting. Running fast like zombies absolutely wouldn’t. Janine and Gregory turn a corner and then Janine has the best idea ever.

“Over here!” For the third time today, Janine grabs Gregory’s arm. And for the third time today, he lets her.

She pushes him inside a supply closet, throws herself in there and shuts the door behind them with the force of Yoda lifting Luke’s spaceship out of a swamp. Through the tiny window, she can see the kids running past them. She lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Jacob’s influence on those kids really shows. I bet they will join the Story Samurais one day,” Gregory deadpans.

Janine snorts, turning around to face him. And then realizing that the supply closet is cozier than she’d anticipated. Two people barely fit in here. She feels her face getting hot under her mask. It’s only because she just experienced hell on earth being chased down by zombies, no doubt.

She tries to distract herself by looking at the shelves to her left. A box at eye level grabs her attention.

“Wait, what is this?” Janine reaches out to the box, trying to identify the picture on it with the little light that’s coming through the window. “Are those walkie talkies? Did we… stumble into Ava’s doomsday prep closet?”

She sees Gregory’s hand reach for a shelve above her. “There’s some tow rope as well.”

His voice is so close. The skin on her back is burning, sensing that if she were to move even half a step back, she would bump into his chest. It’s too much. And because of some strange reflex, she jolts forward, hitting her forehead on a shelf. Although her mask covers her whole face, feigning protection, it definitely hurts.

“Janine? Did you bump your head?” Gregory asks. Worried.

This is not good.

“Is your forehead okay?”

“I’m fine!” she squeaks, her voice two octaves higher than usual. She clenches her hands over the edge of the shelve. Determined to not turn around. She definitely can’t show him her face.

“Come on, turn around. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

Without doubt, if he would see her face, he would figure it out. It would be clear as day. All she has been trying to avoid so far. A dam about to burst.

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

The softness in his voice makes her inner turmoil calm down a bit. With sweaty palms, she puts the mask on top of her hair, hoping he doesn’t notice her trembling fingers. Another shallow breath fills her lungs as she slowly turns to face him.

The trace of light is enough to make out his face. One moment of locking eyes is enough to make her stomach turn. Sparkly glow in the dark bats in her belly. She’s sucked in.

She feels the spot on her forehead where she bumped into the shelf heating up, indistinguishable from the flush that’s spread to her cheeks since she realized they’re here alone. In this space that blocks out the rest of the world. They’ve accidentally stepped into another dimension. Or did they invite an alternate reality to merge with this one?

He definitely knows now. His eyes are big. He’s looking at her as if this is the first time she’s answering his gaze. Which might be the case. Was she really looking all those times before when their eyes crossed?

Her heart fills her whole chest, her whole body. She can feel her heart beat even in her toes. His breath faintly tickles on her forehead as he’s taking up all the space around her.

His gaze is soft on her. Somehow, in this tiny closet, he finds the space to move towards her. The tiniest step.

Panic. Janine breaks eye contact.

“We should get back,” she says hurriedly.

“I’d prefer we stay right here.”

Janine gulps. She’s weak in her knees. Been years since someone made her feel this way. She looks up at Gregory again. And collects all her nervous bravery.

“Why?”

Gregory shows her the softest smile.

“Because you’ve never looked at me like that. And I don’t want it to stop.”

It’s all Janine needs to surrender. To give in to this feeling. It washes over her, no going back. She’s been pushing it away, but no more. It's simple, really. She’s in love with him.

He leans closer, closer, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment. Her goosebumps are back. She feels hot and shaky, her breathing shallow. She wants him. Her hands reach up for his chest, catching the rigid fabric of his suit between her fingers, feeling the firmness behind it. She lifts her heels off the ground, and he closes the distance between them, gently pressing his lips to hers.

He pulls her closer instantly, his warm hands wrapped around her waist, deepening the kiss. She can’t help but get closer too, pressing her whole body to his, surprised to feel that he radiates the same warmth she’s sure she is. She travels her hands to his face, traces his jawline. His lips are soft, faintly tasting of the homemade pumpkin pie she offered him a slice of earlier today.

Her whole body is tingling. All her senses point to him. She can’t believe that she was running away from this feeling. She feels so alive.

His hands glide up her back and cradle her neck, fingers getting tangled in her curls, before he pulls away. Her whole body is vibrating, cheeks flushed, if more heat is even possible. No sound but his beating heart beneath her hands on his chest fill the space.

Gregory looks at her with so much tenderness, she cannot believe she looked away the first time she’d caught only a fraction of this in his previous glances. She feels her lips stretching into a grin. Did this really just happen?

“Stop smiling,” Gregory mumbles. “It does things to me I'd rather not talk about.”

Janine’s grin turns into the widest smile.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.

Gregory lets out a small scoff, sliding his hands to the small of her back. “We have to thank the zombies.”

Janine shakes her head so furiously her mask almost falls off. “No way I’m stepping foot in that haunted house again.”

Gregory laughs. Janine beams.

🎃🎃🎃

Facing opposite sides of the classroom, they’re both carving their masterpiece. After school, Janine and Gregory decided to stay behind to cut out the two pumpkins that had remained untouched during the day. And since they’re both hellbent on turning everything into a competition, the winner has to carve the most impressive pumpkin. Without peeping at each other’s handiwork.

Janine refuses to create something scary, so she opts for a wide smile. But after a while, she notices that the grin is exactly what makes the pumpkin terrifying. She shivers.

She’s so immersed, she doesn’t notice that Gregory has shifted in the chair that he’d put right behind her when they started, now sitting backwards. She’s completely focused on her creation, thinking she will easily return home a champion. Until she feels his hand touching her hair, sliding it to the side, leaving the back of her neck exposed. His fingers trace her skin.

Janine breaks out a grin. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She hears the smile in his low whisper. “So it’s working?”

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #gregory eddie #janine x gregory #gregory x janine #fanfiction

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