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The Past Catches Up With You

OUAT Peter Pan Imagine

Prompt: “I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long” & “Once you’re grown up, you can never come back.”

The sound if arrows flying through the air then hitting their target and the clashing of swords filled the area. “Nice one, Devin. Now try letting go of the arrow when you breath out,” you instructed one of the Lost Boys. Devin wordlessly nodded and did what you told him, his arrow hitting the target dummy straight in the head. “Excellent work. Rufio, don’t do such fancy moves. It’s about hitting the target in the weak points, not showing off,” you commanded. “Whatever you say, mom,” Rufio sassed, ignoring your helpful tips. You narrowed your eyes at him and strode up to him, quickly knocking him off his feet with a few well placed punches and kicks. “And this is why Pan ordered me to train you boys. You guys are good fighters, but he wants the best, so you either listen to what I say or you’ll end up worse than this,” you scolded the dazed teen. You walked away, towards Pan’s second-in-command, and one of your best friends, Felix.

“Nice way to show them who’s boss, (y/n),” Felix complemented as he sharpened his sword. “Thanks, Felix. These boys have sure have authority problems when it comes to someone other than Pan giving them orders,” you said, sitting next to Felix on a log. “They listen to me, though,” Felix pointed out. “True. I have theory that they don’t respect me as much cause I’m the only girl here. And I happen to be one of Pan’s most trustworthy,” you told the scar-faced teen. “It’s possible. The boys aren’t too keen on newcomers. You being a girl doesn’t make matters better.” You rolled your eyes; you’ve been here for a couple of years, but time on Neverland was different than everywhere else. “I’ve earned this position despite being a girl. They should know that Pan doesn’t just trust me without a proper reason,” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Speak of the devil,” Felix said, motioning his head towards a figure appearing from the green foliage.

Peter Pan stood to the side of the training ground, eyes intensely watching the boys as they practiced archery, swording fighting, and sparring. Authority and dark magical power radiated from his figure, his green eyes glowing as they seemingly stared into the very existence of his Lost Boys. He was expressionless as he mentally noted what the boys were doing wrong and right. The sight before you made you feel warm, but you tried not to show how the piper affected you. Said boy locked eyes with you, a smirk breaking out onto his lips as he strode over to you. “Tired, love. Are the boys too much for you to handle?” he teased, raising one magnificently sculpted eyebrow. “More like they can’t handle me. Rufio over there is still bandaging his hurt pride when I knocked him to the ground for back talking,” you chuckled, eyeing said boy. He was grumpily pouting on a wooden log across from where you were. Peter found this rather amusing, a sly smirk on his face. “His loss, love. Come, I think the boys had enough training for today,” he said, getting up from the log. He whistled loudly, getting all the, boys attention and told them, “Alright, boys training’s over! Get back to camp if you want your fill of dinner before its gone!”

A stampede of hungry, teenage boys rushed towards the main camp, dirt and dust flying as they did so. You camly got up and followed the horde of Lost Boys, used to their frenzied antics. Peter walked alongside you, as you took your time walking the path back to the main camp. “I’m still surprised you can put up with our rowdiness. Being a princess and all, I’d expect you complain endlessly about how ‘wild’ we are,” Peter said as you traveled through the jungle of Neverland. “Hey, I was a rebel princess. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even be here,” you defended yourself, punching the King of Neverland playfully, but hard, in the arm. Pan allowed you to hit him, as you knew he could easily stop you, and playfully cried out in pain.

Before you were the first Lost Girl on Neverland, you were a princess, although not first in line to inherit your kingdom. Unlike the other inhabitants of Neverland, you were not from the Enchanted Forest or the Land Without Magic. You were a princess from another dimension, and you hated your royal roots. You hated the stuffy dresses, the countless rules, the strict and stone faced members of the royal house ... hell, you couldn’t even talk to or hang out with anyone that wasn’t humanoid or a royal non-humanoid from an allied kingdom. Like the monsters that were repressed by your people. It was suffocating and you didn’t conform to your families strict ideals.

As such, your family finally had enough of your “rebelliousness” and decided to send you off to an institution know for “correcting” wayward princesses. You, in turn, had enough of royalty and fled your home without a word, seeking out the freedom you dearly longed for. Eventually, you found your way to Neverland, encountering Pan and his Lost Boys, who met your arrival with them encircling you with weapons drawn, aimed to kill. The only reason you were still alive today was that you were able to hear Pan’s flute, meaning you were lost, and therefore part of the Lost Boys. It took awhile for everyone to trust you, especially Pan, but it happened and you were never felt more like you were home.

Back to the present, you and Peter finally reached the main camp, a raging bonfire going on in the middle of the layout of tents and huts. The boys were either chowing down or were dancing to the beat of the drums. Peter left you to go include himself in the boys merry making as you grabbed a bite to eat. Grabbing a slice of meat from the day’s hunt, you silently greeted a few of the boys with a raise of your cup. The younger boys dragged you to sit with them, happily chatting away as they told you about their day.

Soon you were done with your meal and the music called to you. Like you were under a spell, you jumped into the frey of wildly dancing bodies, letting the music guide your movements. You danced freely with your fellow lost brothers, your mind focusing on the sound of the pan flute and the drums. As you danced around the fire, you saw Peter staring intensely at you with his green eyes, the light of the bonfire casting shadows across his face, intensifying the strikingness of his attractive features. You couldn’t help but keep his gaze as you danced, enjoying the way he was looking at you with such intensity, an undistinguishable emotion flowing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, the party was interrupted by a loud sound and a bright light. Everyone stopped in the middle of what they were doing, staring at a hole ripped into the fabric of space and time right near the center of the campgrounds. The portal seemed to shine brighter as two figures appeared from the other side of it. As they stepped through, the portal closed behind them, allowing you to see their features now that the unnatural brightness was gone. One of the figures was a teenage boy, characterized with tan skin, dark brown hair, and a mole on his right cheek. He was wearing red hoodie over a light grey shirt, dark grey skinny jeans, and olive/white sneakers on his slender build. His brown eyes eyed the Lost Boys nervously, his hand twitching over the hilt of the sword in his sheath. The other figure was a teenage girl with long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and fair skin. On her head, she wore a magenta headband with devil horns, paired with a green and mint collared short sleeved dress, pink and purple striped leggings, white boots with pink tips and a star on each heel, along with a black spider necklace. But the most astonishing part about the girl was the pink heart shaped marks she had on her cheeks.

Peter and the Lost Boys immediately surrounded the two newcomers, weapons pointed at them. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my island?” Peter growled. The boy immediately pulled out his sword and took a defensive stance. The girl on the other hand, raised her hands up and yelled, “Stop! We’re not here to hurt anyone! We’re just looking for someone!” Peter dismissed her claim, saying, “Whoever you are looking for is not here! Now leave before my boys and I make you wish you never stepped foot here!” The boy raised their weapons, slowly drawing closer to the new girl and boy. The girl now raised her up hands up and took a defensive stance, her hands glowing purple with magic.

Before any violence could come to a head, you shouted a command out to the Lost Boys and Peter, breaking the tense air. “Everyone put your weapons down!” you shouted, voice strong and dominating. The Lost Boys, confused by the order, slightly lowered their weapons and allowed you to walk through the crowd of them to the new visitors. As you showed yourself to the newcomers, the blonde haired girl’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. “ (Y/n)?” the girl said. “Star,” you said breathlessly, unable to bite back the smile that made its way to your face. Star’s hands stopped glowing and she tackled you ina hug, which you gladly returned. “Um, what’s going on?” the hoodie wearing boy asked, completely clueless. “Marco, this is my cousin I told you about? I’m pretty sure I told you about my favorite family member,” Star explained, looking at her friend while still holding on you.

“Oh, isn’t this precious,” Pan sneered, interrupting the moment. “A family reunion. How wonderful that they’ve come to visit.” You decided to ignore Peter and his terrible attitude, continuing to talk to your four-years younger cousin. “How did you find me, Star? Neverland isn’t on any map and can’t be visited through ordinary means,” you asked. “I was able to use your old tiara to finding out what dimension you were in! Pretty cool right,” Star bragged a giant smile on her face. Before you could say another word, Peter got in between the two of you, creating a distance of a few feet. “Peter!” you exclaimed angrily. “What the hell?” “I don’t care that you’re her family. I want you off my island. (y/n) has already told me about the way you treated her and I don’t want someone like you here because of it,” he coldly told Star. “Hey, man, back off!” Star’s friend, Marco, yelled stepping in front of Star protectively. The Lost Boys didn’t like this, murder in their eyes as they crowded around you four, fingers itching to use their weapons. “Everyone stop! I don’t want any fighting!” you shouted, dreading for any blows coming to a head. The Lost Boys slightly calmed down, but they were still tense.

“Peter, Star was the only one in my family that I could be myself around. I see I rubbed off on you a bit,” you said. “You guys keep talking about our family as if they were abusive, keeping you locked up and so on,” Star pointed out. “I forget you were too young to understand at the time. Grandma Etheria and the rest of the Butterfly family constantly looked down at me, finding fault in everything I did. I didn’t dress right, talk right, sit right, walk right ... and they let me know. It practically destroyed my self-esteem. And to make matter worse, Grandma Etheria decided to send me to St. Olga’s,” you explained to your younger cousin. “Oh no, not St. O’s!” Star exclaimed in horror. “Please don’t tell me they tried to turn you into a mindless ‘perfect’ princess!” As she said this, she grabbed your forearms and shook you a bit. “Calm down, Star, I didn’t go to St. O’s. I left home before I was forcibly shipped off. I had a pair of dimension scissors and used them to hop from dimension to dimension until I eventually found my way here,” you continued, smiling when you reminisced about finding Neverland, your true home.

“I’m happy you found a place you could finally be yourself. If I wasn’t so desperate for your help, I wouldn’t even ask you this,” Star said. This worried you; what did she want you to do? Star quickly answered your question before you voiced it, saying, “I need you to come back to Mewni with me.” “What?!” you shouted, eyes wide and mouth agape. “I’m sorry, but I really need your help! My mom has disappeared and I can’t find her, the Butterfly castle and kingdom are destroyed by Eclipsa’s half-monster daughter and she escaped her crystal! I can’t do this on my own and everything is in disarray!” Star cried.

All this new information shocked you, making you stand there in silence. Peter decided to step in, angrily setting in Star’s face. “You might be royalty, but I’m the king here. I say who steps foot on and leaves my island. This includes (y/n). Since she’s lost, that means she belongs here and with me. Shfe’s mine, and she’s not going anywhere off this island,” he threatened. Star stood her ground, staring into his harsh green eyes that seemed to glow with dark power. “Then you don’t know (y/n), because she hates other people making choices for her.” She turned towards you and continues, saying, “(y/n), I’m sorry for our family treating you so terribly and I understand your reason for running away. But I still care for you and so does my mother, both of us missing you terribly when you left. If you still love us as much as we love you, I beg you to help me. I need you, my mom needs you, Mewni needs you!”

(y/n) could only stand there in silence, which Peter mistook for her not wanting to return to her home, while in reality she was pondering over her beloved cousin’s words. “Get off my island. I never want to see your faces again,” he threatened, before whistling loudly, causing the Lost Boys to snap into a a violent, wild frenzy. The area was quickly filled with the sounds of weapons clashing, cries of pain, and angry shouts as Star and Marco fought the Lost Boys. Luckily, Star and Marco were successfully able to defend themselves, despite being greatly outnumbered. Star’s voice filled the air as she shouted spells and Marco yelled as he used karate moves/defended himself with his sword. You tried yelling at both sides to stop fighting, but neither side listened to you, either not hearing you over all the noise or not caring enough to listen to you. This made you angry, so angry you used your magic to cast a powerful spell to end the violence.

Unlike Star, you didn't need to verbally say a spell to use your magic, simply sending out a wave of bluish-white magic to emit from your magically glowing figure. As the wave of magic hit the Lost Boys, Peter, Star, and Marco, they were enveloped into a quartz of crystal, frozen in place. You sighed as you stood past the crystal prisons of your fellow Lost Boys, stopping at Peter’s crystal, staring at his evil smirk on his face and the magic accumulated in his hands. “You just couldn’t wait and let me think for a moment could you, “ you said sadly. You used your magic to reverse the spell, and on Star and Marco as well. The three teens fell to the ground, gasping for breath. “I’m so sorry, guys. This was the only way to get you to stop fighting and listen to me,” you apologized, helping Star up first. “Was that the Crystal Imprisonment Spell that Rhombulas uses? Where did you learn it?” Star asked, amazed that you could do such advanced magic. “Glossaryck used to give me private lessons. He said that I needed to learn magic, too, in case something happens. But he wasn’t specific on what that was,” (y/n) explained. “That sounds like Glossaryck.”

You turned towards Peter as he growled, getting up from the ground and his green eyes trained on you. “You little ... How dare you use your magic on me!” he yelled, “Release the Lost Boys right now (y/n)!” “You left me no choice, Peter. You all were attacking my family and I couldn’t just stay by,” you said sternly, brows furrowed as you scolded him. “How can you defend them? They’re the main reason why you are on Neverland in the first place! Or haven’t you forgot that?” Pan seethed. “I haven’t forgotten what they did to me, Pan. But this just isn’t about my family anymore. My homeland is in danger and you’re wrong to think I’ll just sit around and watch shit hit the fan!” you yelled, turning around to walk away, thinking that was the end of it. But it wasn’t and Pan wanted to let you know it. “Oh really? Well, know this, princess, you’ll eventually be disappointed as nothing is going to change. You’ll still be the miserable, insecure, little girl you were when you came here, scrutinized by your family and your people,” Peter threatened, teeth clenched and pure hatred seeping from his pores.

You stopped, back still facing Peter. Said boy smirked, thinking he won this argument. But what you said surprised the male, saying, without looking at him, “I know what I have to do now, Peter. I know going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long but I have to face it sooner or later. And I choose now.” Pan stood there shocked, mouth open a bit as he contemplated your words, and watched as Marco effortlessly opened a portal to another dimension with a pair of scissors, then entered the hole in the fabric of time and space while mumbling about ‘nachos,’ whatever that was. Star on the other hand, nervously looked behind her at Peter, seemingly contemplating if taking (y/n) away from her current home was a good thing, before regretfully entering the swirling portal.

Before the (h/c) haired girl followed the two, she turned her head to the side, looking at so called King of Neverland. “I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can, Peter, to my home, the Lost Boys, and you,” she said, so much raw emotion held in her eyes. But Peter didn’t care, only focussing on the frustration that took over his heart and mind. “I forbid you from leaving, (y/n)! When you leave this island, you’ll eventually grow up, and once you’re grown up, you can never come back!” he shouted angrily. (Y/n) physically flinched and quickly turned her head back towards the portal, trying not to show the tears in the corners of her eyes. “Goodbye, Peter. Until we meet again.” And with those words, she stepped through the portal and left Neverland, seemingly forever.

As the portal closed behind her, (y/n)’s magic seemed to leave with her, as the crystals imprisoning the Lost Boys started to melt, freeing them from their containment. Felix was the first to get his bearings, stroding over to Peter and placing a hand on his shoulder, said King of Neverland not tearing his eyes away from the spot in which (y/n) walked into the portal. “Pan, what happened? Where’s (y/n) and the other two?” Felix asked his fearless leader, a scowl on his scarred face. “She’s gone, Felix. She left Neverland,” Peter told his second-in-command emotionlessly.

Before the taller male could question him some more, the green-clad boy turned and walked away from the center of the campgrounds, towards his own private tent. Felix knew he was taking the Lost Girl’s departure harder than he let on. But he gave his trustful leader some space, allowing Peter to let his emotions loose in private. “(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing,” Felix said quietly to himself, before moving to help his fellow Lost Boys recover from the recent events.

~ Time Skip ~

“Again! I expect you to redo everything until you lot get this right! I have no excuse for weak, boys in my army of Lost Boys!” Peter seethed. It was several months, possibly a year, since (y/n) left Peter and Neverland. At first, Peter was angry, at (y/n) and her cousin, for leaving Neverland. Then, he was angry at himself for letting the Lost Girl leave, thinking he should have done everything he could from letting the girl leave. Eventually, Peter’s anger faded away and was replaced with a longing to see his favorite girl again. It was only until (y/n) left did Peter realize he felt something for the rebel princess, seeing her more as just another inhabitant of Neverland and a pawn in his games. And when he realized this non-platonic feelings, he regretted being so heartless to (y/n) before she left, hating himself for letting that be the last thing he ever said to the (h/c) haired girl.

Since (y/n) left Neverland, Peter changed, unfortunately for the worse. He was harsher and more cruel towards his Lost Boys and those that had the misfortune of being his enemy. All Pan cared for now was power, stopping at nothing to increase his magical strength by achieving immortality, regardless of the lives he had to take. And that meant he was setting in motion the events that would lead to taking the heart of the Truest Believer from a young boy to remain young forever.

Hence, the current intense training session the Lost Boys were doing, as Pan need them to be prepared for everything and anything, failure not being an option. “Who knew (y/n) leaving effect Pan this much? He’s been running us into the ground during training even since the girl left him,” Rufio mumbled to a couple of other Lost Boys. Pan heard this, and he did not like it. “What was that Rufio?” he snarled and turned towards the wise-cracking Lost Boy. Rufio’s face paled in fear as Pan strode towards him, his friends that once surrounded him nowhere to be seen, as they fled from Pan’s wrath.

The poor Lost Boy stood quaking in his boots as the King of Neverland stood in front of him, the slightly shorter leader wrapping a hand around Rufio’s throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing any air from reaching his lungs. Rufio gasped from breath as the other Lost Boys stood there in fear induced silence, unable to do anything but watch. “You’ve been mouthing off too much for my tastes. Looks like I’m going to have to put a stop to it permanently,” Peter growled. He shoved his hand into his chest, fingers wrapping around the boys heart. “Please, no...” Rufio pleaded.

Pan was just about to rip the boys heart out of his chest and then crush it to dust, when a loud noise and bright light shook the camp site. Everyone turned their heads to the sky, where a giant multicolored portal hung just below the treetops. Something or someone, came out of it, falling to the ground, and the portal closed violently with a loud bang. Peter and the Lost Boys were unable to do anything, as the figure got up from the ground and their features finally revealed by the light of the fire. (H/c) locks framed a (face shape) face, (e/c) eyes looking over everything as a bright smile broke out on the female’s (thin/plump) lips.

Felix was the first to break the silence, calling out the name of the person. “(y/n)? Is that really you?” the second-in-command asked, shocked that the girl had finally returned to Neverland. “Yeah, it's me,” the former Lost Girl replied a smile on her face. Felix immediately caught the girl in a hug, picking up the (much/slightly) shorter girl in his excitement. It seemed the spell was broken, as the Lost Boys immediately started moving towards the former Lost Girl, chatter filling the silence.

“Welcome back, (y/n),” Felix said to the girl, after he pulled away from her. “It’s great to be back,” (y/n) replied, her face so full of light and joy. Her (e/c) eyes caught Peter’s, causing the girl to stare straight into the piper’s eyes. He was stunned; here she was, the girl Peter has been obsessing over ever since she left, popping out of the blue, acting as if she never left in the first place. Their longing glaze was broken by a younger Lost Boy tugging on (y/n)’s hand, her attention turning towards the little one. “(Y/n), will you be staying here? Please don’t leave us again,” he said, his voice honey sweet and blue eyes looking at the (h/c) girl with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry, Jack,” (y/n) said, lowing herself so she could be eye level with the young boy. “I won’t be leave you.”

She rose to her full height and announced with a loud voice, “In fact, I will never have to leave Neverland again. From this moment forward, this island will be my forever home!” The campsite erupted in cheers and howls, all the Lost Boys loudly showing their approval. “If that’s the case then, let’s celebrate! To our one and only Lost Girl!” Felix cheered. As if it wasn’t already possible, the boys got even louder, happily cheering at the chance to party. Peter could only stare on wordlessly, as (y/n) was swept away by several Lost Boys, losing his sight on the magnificent girl.

~ Time Skip ~

The Lost Boys howled in delight as the drums were banged and the fire in the center of the campsite crackled. Peter watched from the side lines as they danced wildly. But his gaze was focused on one very special dancer. His green eyes followed (y/n), watching every move of her limbs and bend of her body as she danced without a care in the world. She was one with the music as she her body followed the rhythm of the drums. Peter’s eyes caught (y/n)’s (e/c) ones, everything around him seeming to slow down as did so.

He immediately tore his gaze away from her, pretending to be watching Felix wrestle some unfortunate soul into the dirt ground. In the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n) stop her lively dancing and steadily make his way towards him. Peter felt his breath get caught in his chest as she came closer, but was able to calm himself down before (y/n) got close enough to notice the effect she had on him.

“Enjoying the party?” she asked him, leaning against the bark of a tree next to him. “Of course. I enjoy seeing my boys let loose for once. The drinks help a bit, too,” he replied, gesturing towards the wooded cup in his hand. (Y/n) gazed out at rowdy group of wild teenage boys in front of her, a closed-mouth smile on her face. “I missed this. The freedom, how carefree everything is, not having any responsibilities,” she admitted. “You missed all of this? Even Rufio’s attitude?” he asked, surprised.

(Y/n) let out a short laugh, music to Peter’s ears. “Is it so surprising I missed my home. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t long to come back here and just let loose,” (y/n) continued, (e/c) eyes glowing in the firelight as she stared out at the wild party goers. It was silent for a little bit, a hint of awkwardness in the air. “So, um, what exactly happened back on Meowy?” Peter spoke up, desperately trying to break the silence. “Mewni. And so much happened. Everything has changed. And I couldn’t be happier,” (y/n) explained, a smile on her face as she reminisced. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Well, I won’t go into the long and detailed history, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear about that. But I will tell you that Mewni is now unified between its people and the kingdom is in the hands of its true queen,” (y/n) explained as shortly as she could. “Well, that’s good,” Peter replies. A pregnant pause filled the air, until Peter thankfully broke it. “Is what you said before actually true?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “What?” you question, thinking you misheard him. “You said would never leave Neverland again? Was that true? Or was that just something you said that was in spur of the moment?” Peter continued. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t believe what she was true. Why would she want to stay here and be with me? he thought. Especially after how I treated her the last time I saw her. “Peter,” (y/n) said softly. “I was serious when I said that. Nothing will make me leave Neverland and you guys again.”

Peter felt his heart stop for moment, in disbelief at what she just told him. (Y/n) turned her kind gaze away from looking down at her hands folded in her lap. “Besides, it’s not like I can return home anyway,” she said softly. “Wait, what?” Peter thought he heard wrong. “It’s no big deal. You already know I never saw Mewni as my home. Neverland is my home. When the chance came for me to spend forever in my homeworld or spend forever here, I made my choice,” she explained nonchalantly. Peter could only open his mouth wide in shocked silence. He never thought she would such a thing. Give up her family and everything she known just to be with for him and the Lost Boys. It was almost insane.

“You really did all of that? Even after what I said to you before you left?” Peter gaped. “I’m sorry ... for what I said by the way. I wasn’t thinking straight and -” “Wow, the Peter Pan apologizing. To little old me,” (y/n) teased a goofy smile on her face. “Don’t make fun of me. You know I’m don’t ever apologize ” Peter pouted. (y/n) giggled, forcing a hidden smile to make its way to Peter’s lips. “I missed you, you know. Can you believe that?” Peter admitted, trying to hide his warming cheeks. (y/n) was astonished at his confession.“You really missed me? I thought you would have forgotten about me.” “I would never. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you,” Peter continued, gently taking the girl’s hands into his. (Y/n) looked down their combined hands, cheeks red at the feeling of Peter’s warm hands. “I did, too. The thought of Neverland and you kept me going. You were my reason to keep fighting, so one day I would be able to return to you.”

Peter gently placed his fingertips under her chin, directing her downcast eyes to look at him. “(Y/n) ...” he trailed off. He didn't know what he was going to say, his eyes flicking to her luscious soft lips. Peter couldn’t help but subconsciously darted his tongue out to wet his own, longing to meet them with hers. His hand trailed to cup her cheek, enjoying the site of her reddening skin under his rough fingertips. (Y/n)’s luminous (e/c) orbs nervously flew to look back at him, her breathing hitching in her throat. He watched her for a moment, looking for any indication that she was uncomfortable. But there was none, so Peter slowly inched closer, stopping until there was little more than an inch between them. He heart stopped as (y/n) closed the distance between them, the organ soaring at the feeling of her luscious lips on his own. Peter felt her wrap her hands around his neck loosely, his other hand moving to grip tightly to (y/n)’s hip. He could taste the Neverberries from the juice she had before, along with a specific taste he couldn’t quite identify. But he couldn't get enough it, shown by him adding more pressure into the kiss. (Y/n) reacted positively, fingers gripping onto the hairs at the base of his neck, a little mewl coming from her lips as she relaxed into his hold. Peter was just about to kick it up a notch when they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, lovebirds! Get a tent will ya?” Felix shouted from across the campfire, hands cupped over his mouth and announcing the scene to everyone. (Y/n) was the first to pull away, face red as the Lost Boys howling once they noticed what their leader and Lost Girl were doing. “Shut up all of you!” Peter hollered at the boys. He was just about to teach them all a lesson when he felt (y/n) lean her head onto his chest. He looked down she was hiding her face in his shirt in embarrassment, the sight causing his heart pang in pity. “Peter, let’s go somewhere else. Please,” (y/n) quietly pleaded. “Alright, dear. Let’s head back to my tent. I still want to be with my favorite Lost Girl,” he whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead. Peter wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and gently led her away from the center of camp. The Lost Boys started cheer and make lewd comments, which Peter when stopped at the entrance of his private abode, (y/n) continuing on inside without him. “Not another word from any you, or else I’ll be locking you in the cages for a week!” he threatened, glaring at them with darkness in his eyes. The boys shut up, knowing their leader was serious as they avoided eye contact. “Felix, knock up into shape if anything happens.” The second-in-command smirked, giving Peter a quick wink. The green-clad boy ignored it, heading inside and back to the beautiful girl waiting for him. (y/n) was laying on his fur-covered bed, patiently waiting for him. Peter sighed and crawled next to her, pulling her into arms once he was comfortable. He snuggled into neck, placing soft kisses onto her exposed neck. “Stay with, darling. I want you in my arms tonight,” Peter pleaded, already feeling his eyes close in bliss. “With you. Always.”

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ghostez · 4 years

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Hot Damn

Summary: George fucking dies and Phil takes him to Hell Court™

(i had so many options for puns for the title-)

(warning: swearing, mentions of death)

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George jolted awake, eyes wide with panic and shaking slightly. A black void surrounded him and whatever flooring was beneath felt cold, almost like water.

"W-what the hell?!" he stammered, his words echoing and bouncing around the... room? He didn't know where he was, in fact he didn't even remembered how he got here! All he remembered was sitting in his friend's speeding car, the sirens behind, and then-

"Hello." A calm voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked around. A man with pale blond hair and green-and-white striped hat was stood behind him, black robes covering his body. George was quick to notice to gleaming scythe in his hand that was just taller than the man himself.

"H-hi?" George replied, putting on a nervous smile. "Uh, where am I?"

"The afterlife."

George felt dread pool in his stomach. "O-oh... So I did get shot..."

The man nodded, a sad smile on his face. "Yes, you did," he said with a nod. "I understand if you need to mourn but I will also need you to follow me."

George nodded and stood up to follow him, feeling slightly intimidated by the giant scythe hovering its blade over his head. As they walked, George noticed the large black wings on the man's back but decided not to question it.

"Hey uh, actually where are we going?" George asked, the shock of suddenly being in the afterlife finally wearing off. "I thought you said this was the afterlife? Seems pretty boring... Also uh, who are you?"

The man chuckled with a surprisingly warm smile on his face. "I'm usually known amongst mortals as the Grim Reaper, but since you're dead now you can just call me Phil. I'm taking you to the Court of Souls, where you'll be put on trial to see whether you go to heaven or hell."

"Oh, I thought you just automatically go to one or the other?" George asked, tilting his head.

"Well for most it is," Phil explained. "But for some people, like you, it's harder to decide what your moral compass is. Small white crimes usually just go to heaven, terrorists go to hell, but a hacking into and robbing a bank takes some more thought."

George was about to ask how he knew about that when Phil put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from nearly crashing into a ridiculously tall door. He gazed up at what looked like a cream colored palace with gold accents and a red carpet peeking out from under the door.

Phil glanced at him and smirked. "Hope you're ready."

The doors burst open dramatically and George was met with a large throne room and 7 people, all of which seemed to be arguing with each other.

"We really couldn't have done this at Pride's place?" a tan man complained, slumping in his golden throne. "It's so much nicer there, this place is shit."

"Language!" a man with strawberry blond hair yelped, eyeing the raven-haired. "There's children here!"

"For the last time I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD!" a blond yelled from the other side of the line of seats.

Phil fake-coughed in an attempt to get their attention and the pink-haired one in the middle turned to him. He quickly straightened up and snapped his fingers a few times. The rest of the group looked over and seemed to notice George and Phil standing there.

"Oh, hey there," a man with curly brown hair said, waving at the two from where he was laying down. "Nice to meet ya."

The blond next to him gave him a harsh shove with a disgusted look. "Ew, don't hit on him, you're like a hundred years older than him."

The brunette rolled his eyes. "Who gives a shit, we're dead," he scoffed. "Plus, I'm not gay, I'm just being nice."

"Well you make so many jokes about it I can't tell anymore-!"

"Shut up you two," the pink-haired snapped, giving them both a harsh glare. He glanced back at Phil and George, staring at both of them with a withering glare. "So this is who we have to trial?"

"Yup, George Nolfund," Phil said with a smile that seemed too bright for the situation they were in. "He's come down here because he was out robbing a bank with some friends."

He turned to the brunette next to him who was staring at the rag-tag group with pure bewilderment. "George, this is the 7 Deadly Sins of Hell," he explained, gesturing to them.

"Pride-"

The pink haired one in the middle glared at him with scarlet red eyes. He was sat on a golden throne with ruby colored cushioning, and adorned in a dark red cape with a fur trim. A diamond sword leaned against his throne, gleaming dangerously, and a shining golden crown sat on his head.

"Envy-"

The raven-haired with tan skin was sat in an identical golden throne, one leg propped up on the velvet seat. He wore a bright cyan beanie and matching t-shirt hoodie, black irises glaring at George with a scowl on his face.

"Greed-"

A dirty blond man in a lime-green hoodie was sitting in a similar throne, although his was lavished with even more riches and spoils. A strange white mask covered his eyes and a silver sword was at his hip, shining as brightly as the snarky grin on his face.

"Lust-"

The brunette laying on a victorian-style chaise lounge flashed him a smile, adjusting his black beanie slightly. He had a black jacket over a white collared shirt, the top few buttons undone, and a slick guitar was strapped over his back.

"Wrath-"

The blond in a red and white shirt bared his teeth in a glower, crossing his arms. He was sitting on a generic stool that looked to shiny to be real wood, not to mention the various chunks taken out of it.

"Gluttony-"

The strawberry blond look up from his muffin and waved, sat on a throne that looked to be made of various sweets and deserts. A dark gray cloak covered him and he had on a checkered gray sweater underneath, with little devil horns on the top of his hood that George couldn't tell if they were real or not.

"And Sloth."

A man with black hair was slouched on a beanbag, looking up at George sleepily from under a white headband. He was wearing a black turtleneck with a white t-shirt thrown on top, the flame design on the front crumpled and folded like it'd never seen an iron in its life.

"You will be judged by them to see if you go to Hell or Heaven," Phil said. "So I suggest you be on your best behavior," he added with a smirk.

"So what's the crime?" Greed asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Phil snapped his fingers and a scroll appeared in his hands. "Well, George here is from a rather well-off family but ended up being disowned by his parents and turned to a life of crime, working as a hacker for a group of well-known robbers in the city."

George shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable at how much the man knew.

"Well G-"

"Well George," Pride interrupted, glaring at Greed. "That certainly doesn't sound like heaven material." He glanced over at his partners then back at George. "I say we just send him down. Greed you can take him, he seems boring."

Greed clapped his hands together happily. "Wonderful!"

"I- whoa, hold on!" Gluttony cut in, nearly choking on his mouthful of muffin. "We need to talk more! He's here on trial for a reaso-"

"I say send him down," Lust said, grinning slyly at the brunette before him. "I'll take him in if he seems like a bother, the more the merrier as they say."

"Guys we need to talk-"

"Actually, I'll be taking him, thank you very much," Envy hissed, shooting a glare at him.

"SHUT UP I WANNA HEAR GLUTTONY!" Wrath yelled, making Lust who was sitting next to him nearly fall off his chair.

Gluttony sighed, taking another bite of his muffin. "As I was saying," he began again, giving a pointed look to Envy who turned away sourly. "Whilst I do agree he doesn't seem like heaven material, we need to actually agree what faction he'll go to. No just calling dibs Greed."

Pride huffed, rolling his eyes. "Well I'm not taking him," he grumbled. "He doesn't even seem proud of his sins, hell he seems remorseful." He made a fake gagging noise which made Lust giggle.

"I don't think he fits Lust either," Lust commented, rolling onto his back to look at George upside down. "Robbing a bank isn't very sexy."

"Not Gluttony either," Gluttony added, voice muffled from a mouthful of muffin. "Least he didn't burn down a house trying to make a cake! Actually, 3 houses," he added with a giggle.

George winced slightly, imagining the flames consuming the building all for the sake of a measly pastry.

"Yup, definitely not Gluttony," the strawberry blond said, seeing his reaction. He glanced over at Sloth who seemed to have fallen asleep. "Got anything to say Sloth?"

The raven-haired jolted awake, spluttering for words and trying to grasp reality for a moment. "Uh- I- yeah, did you say something?" he asked, grinning slightly.

Gluttony huffed in frustration. "We're trying to figure out what faction to put uh..."

"George."

"Right. What faction to put George in. You got anything to say?"

Sloth shrugged, resting his head in his arms. "I dunno. Didn't you say he like, robbed a bank? Probably not fit for Sloth then."

"Geez you actually have something to contribute," Wrath muttered.

"Well do you have anything to add dipshit?" Sloth shot back, smirking.

Wrath bristled, gripping the edge of his stool tightly. "You're the dipshit, dipshit!" he retorted, before glaring over at George and making the brunette flinch. "He's too nice, acts like one of Lust's bitches."

"I don't want him either," Envy quickly added, looking away. "He looks... dumb..."

"Then I do get him!" Greed exclaimed, grinning. "Hell yeah!"

Phil smiled that all-too-friendly smile again. "Alright then! Trial over! You guys can get back to whatever and I'll take this one down on under!"

Sloth was gone before he even finished speaking, and Pride quickly followed in suit. Lust waved goodbye before vanishing as well. Gluttony sent him one last smile before disappearing and Envy sent him a glare before following.

"Bye bitch boy," Wrath sneered before leaving.

Greed gave him a final smile and a wave. "It was great to meet you George!" he exclaimed with a smile that seemed almost fake. "See you in Hell."

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An Angel and a Demon

Sebastian!Jonathan x Isabelle, Halloween fic

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“Are you sure your friends will be okay with this?” Sebastian asks.

They are walking on the sidewalk, from the subway to the Hunter’s Moon. The hood of his hoodie is up and covering his face in shadows. He’s not wearing his usual “skin”. Isabelle has convinced him to use his burnt face as a Halloween costume.

No matter what isabelle says, he can’t get himself to take off the hood yet. She keeps reassuring him, tells him no one will care, everyone will think it’s either a neat costume or he’s a poor guy who deserves a drink.

He doesn’t know HOW she’s convinced him to go like this. She didn’t force his hand, because she wouldn’t be able to. He just… agreed. And now he’s regretting it. His usual feeling of disgust when looking at himself is still there, and stronger than ever.

“I am,” Isabelle shrugs, and she gently squeezes his hand. “Everything will be alright, Seb.”

He sighs a little and nods. The Halloween party invitation had come rather late and neither of them had been able to do the research they’d wanted to do for it. In Isabelle’s purse, there was a cheap devil horns headband that he could put on with his red tshirt if he didn’t feel comfortable. In that case, he’d be a demon. It would also fit them.

Isabelle was wearing a white lace bustier bra with a short white satin skirt tied over white booty shorts. Thigh-high white stockings with a less garter went up to her thigh with some very high silvery heeled sandals. She had put on fluffy wings and had a headband with a fluffy white halo over her head. She was an angel. And he was a demon. Fitting.

She had one of his jackets on top of her outfit, because New York Fall was cold, and he didn’t want her to get sick, even if she was a strong angelic warrior.

They made it to the Hunter’s Moon pretty quickly and before they walked in, Isabelle turned around and looked at him. He felt like moving away, keeping her from seeing his burnt face. He sighed a little as she took a step closer and slid her hands up his chest.

“You don’t have to. You can go as a hot demon if you want to,” Isabelle whispers, impossibly close. He feels like he can see every speck of glitter in her eyeshadow. “Or we can go home.”

“We made it here. We’re not coming home,” he replies and she nods. “I’ll… Listen, I will start with the demon. And we’ll see with the burn later okay?”

Isabelle nods and takes the horns out of the pocket of the jacket. She gently pushes back his hood and when it falls, he’s put on the British blonde-haired face again. She arranges the headband into his hair and smiles.

“Here you go, my sexy demon,” she grins and leans in to kiss him. He kisses her back, wrapping an arm around her waist under the too-big coat. “Let’s go?” She asks, and he nods. He keeps one of his arms around her as they walk in.

The music is louder than it usually is. There are Downworlders drinking and enjoying themselves. Shadowhunters don’t really do Halloween, but the group Sebastian is now a part of is almost half Downworlders.

Isabelle’s brother and his husband are wearing Addams Family costume, Alec as Gomez and Magnus as Morticia. Sebastian’s sister, Clary, is wearing a purple dress, purple boots and a lime green scarf, and Jace is wearing jeans and a white shirt with a blue color and a orange scarf tied around his neck.

Simon Lewis, the vampire, and Maia Roberts, the werewolf, aren’t wearing any costume. Maia is working the bar and Simon has also invited his sister, a mundane girl called Rebecca.

Clary stands up first as she sees them. She walks up to them and hugs Isabelle first, before turning to him. He waves hi awkwardly and she hugs him as well. The hug he gets a bit looser than the one Isabelle got, but it’s understandable.

Sebastian volunteers to get some drinks and says hi to Maia. He orders for everyone and gets his wallet out when someone walks up and stands next to him. It’s Rebecca. The dark-haired, obviously mundane in a cute way, woman smiles at him.

“So. I’m Rebecca.”

“Sebastian,” he replies, and smiles back a little.

“I know. Simon and Clary told me about you.”

Sebastian immediately straightens up and licks his lips. He doesn’t like when people do that. Talk about him first without telling him. He can only guess the horrors Rebecca has heard about him.

“I’m better now,” he says.

Rebecca shrugs. “I was just told you might come with like… some cool burn costume.”

Sebastian raises eyebrows and looks over at where Simon and Clary are standing. Next to them is Isabelle. She’s taken off the coat and she looks incredibly sexy. He clears his throat and looks away.

“It’s… not a costume. I… that’s what I look like under the glamour,” Sebastian replies.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he has a bit of a chuckle. “Oh.”

Rebecca is silent for a moment. Maia starts giving them their drinks.

“And… I’m guessing you don’t like people seeing the burns, right?”

Sebastian nods. “I… That and I don’t want people to be afraid and ask questions.”

“You can always say that they are fake. Latex, FX makeup… you know. People can do some pretty realistic fake shit these days,” Rebecca says, taking her beer and sipping it a little. “They did tell me you used to be an asshole.”

Sebastian chuckles more at that. “You can put it that way.”

Rebecca shrugs. “Whatever it is… I think the burns thing would be hella cool. And you can still switch back if you’re uncomfy. I have the feeling the folks in here are pretty accepting about stuff one would find ugly.”

She walks away on that, with her cute little vampire cape and the first of the rounds of drinks he’s paid for. He ends up going back to the table with the drinks. As he laughs and chats and drinks, Isabelle by his side, he keeps thinking back to the words he’s heard from Rebecca.

At some point, he escapes to the bathroom. There, he stops in front of the mirror and stares at himself. He undoes the glamour, but only halfway. It’s still burnt, but it’s a bit less… ugly. And a bit less inhuman. And he finds that a good alternative. For now, he can start with that.

He walks back out and there’s some silence as people stare. He feels bad. His skin kinda crawls and he’s thinking of turning the glamour back on entirely when he sees Isabelle’s wide eyes and the grin on her face.

She rushes to him and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m so proud of you, babe,” she grins and he finds himself smiling. He thinks she’s going to let go but she doesn’t. Not for a moment. She watches him, and leans up to kiss him.

It’s just a peck, and Sebastian wonders how she’s doing that, because his face isn’t really kissable that way. Jace huffs something like ‘gross’ but she shoves her middle finger in his face. Sebastian spends the rest of the evening smiling.

He turns the glamour back on as they leave the Hunter’s Moon. When they get home and stumble into bed, she’s still dressed as an angel and he’s still dressed as somewhat of a demon. They spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other and he takes a lot of pleasure in ‘defiling’ his sexy angel.

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It's The Naysaya

Found a review on a fan fiction I was reading and decided to use it. xXPokeFictionXx posted it. /\/\ Marco carefully brushed his hair into well done Marco spikes, checking himself in the mirror and clicking his tongue. "Perfect. " Star trotted into the bathroom to see Marco dusting off his well pressed red hoodie and pants. His hair done as perfectly as always. " Why are you dusting yourself? " Star asked as she grabbed her Wand. " Super School Change! " Swirls of light encircled the girl and encased her before breaking off her like a shell. Today, she wore her blue dress with a red and pink belt wrapping around her waist. She had on her feather like blue boots that gave her a bit of height and her blue leggings. And of course her signature devil horned headband. " You know you're clean. " " But today, " Marco started, turning to the magic princess with a smile on his face. " I will confess to Jackie and ask her on a date. " Star excitedly clapped her hands together and put a hand on his shoulder. " That's great Marco! " She ignored the slight feeling of boiling blood in her arms. " Marco's back is really sweaty and it's like a waterfall going down there. " Star let her eyes widen as she looked at Marco who covered his mouth. " I didn't need to know that, Diaz. " " And now Marco's brain is saying things to his heart about —" Marco slapped his hand over his mouth and peeped through to Star. "I'm not saying this. Something else is!" Star raised an eyebrow as Marco looked at her expectantly. "Then what else is, Marco? Spill!" "If I knew, Marco would tell you he—" Marco slapped his other hand over his mouth. "Why are you talking in third person, Marco?" Star curiously bit her Wand and stared at Marco. "You didn't spell me when I was sleeping, right? RIGHT?! " " No! I would never... Lie to you about using magic on you after the beard incident. " Star started chomping on the Wand. " I dunno what this is. " /\/\ Marco walked down the hallway with Star at his side, reciting all his lines to Jackie in his head. Then through his mouth. " Jackie, Marco likes—" Marco slapped his hand over his mouth. "Jackie, I like S—" "You like what Marco? " Star asked beside him after waving to Sabrina down the hall. " Nothing! " Marco exclaimed. Star looked at him worriedly. " You sure? Your mouth isn't doing whatcha want it to do. Maybe confessing to Jackie today isn't such a good idea... " " No, Star, " Marco uncovered his mouth. " I know someone who can help. " /\/\ "I'll help you for a price, Marco. " " What do you want Janna?! " Marco was losing his patience here. And with little of it left... Eh... Who knows what could happen? No body knows 'cause it doesn't happen. " Let whatever it is do whatever it wants. " Janna said smugly, twirling her fork in her hand. " Let me guess, you already know what it is? " Marco asked in a deadpan voice. " Yep! " Marco rolled his eyes as he stood up from the lunchroom table with Star at his side. Janna got up from her seat and walked with her hands in her pockets towards Marco's locker. Marco raised an eyebrow as she turned to combination and opened his locker. "Dude... Stop stalking me." "I don't necessarily call it stalking, I call it watching from afar. " Janna replied as Star giggled. " Well... You do that Janna. Tell me if he snores at night! " Star laughed to the girl. Marco gave her a look of disbelief. " Don't egg her on! I can't believe you're on the dark side now Star! " " There's a dark side?! " Star grabbed her Wand. "Marco really wants to laugh at how cute Star is being right this second." Marco slapped his hand over his mouth as Star gave him a look of shock. Suddenly, dark gray clouds moved across the sky and blocked the sun, Marco breaking down in front of the whole school. He fell to the floor as his hands covered his chest, grabbing his hoodie as something grew from his neck. It was like a mini head that had a face and teeth... And hair. The clouds dispersed and the sun shown down to the school. "What the... " Star whispered as she grabbed her Wand and pointed it at his neck before bending down. Now she cooed and awwed at the head on Marco's neck. " So cute! I'll call you Marco Jr.! " " Marco really likes—" Marco covered the head with his hand. "Don't give this thing a name! I just want it gone! " " Well... " Janna looked at the head on Marco's neck and smiled. " I knew that was what it was. Looks like you got yourself a Naysaya! " Marco rolled his eyes as Janna tried to play a country accent. " What does this Naysaya do exactly? " " You see, " Janna removed the back of Marco's locker and pulled out a book. " The Naysaya—" "Wait a second... " Marco held up his hands and looked at Janna. " You have a secret space in my locker?!" "Yeah and? " Janna continued with what she was saying. " The Naysaya prevents ones true love from confessing to their soul mate. It blatters all of their insecurities." Marco groaned till he saw something in the picture on the page. He let out a sigh. "Star, can I borrow your dimensional scissors?" /\/\ "Oh dude! I'm put that curse on you to stop you from asking out Star! " Tom said, playing his video game. " But now I can't ask out this other girl!" Marco exclaimed, ignoring the slight burning in his face. Tom gave him a knowing look before talking again. "Sorry bout that dude." "Can you take the curse off me? " Marco asked, the Naysaya looking around the demon's bedroom in awe. " Nope. You have to let it run its course! " " How long will that take? " " How many insecurities do you have? " Tom gave him the side eye before playing his game once more. Marco let out a groan before opening a portal to his room. /\/\ Marco sat on his bed in a fortress of pillows he found in his closet. He wrapped his arms around his knees and leaned forward. "My life is over. " " Marco?! " A knocking came on his door, letting him look up. " Are you in there? Are you okay? " " Yes and no." Marco sighed. "Star, my life is over. I can't even walk peacefully without this thing yelling my insecurities." He heard shuffling, making him move to see Star's finger poking itself under the door. It sat up and twisted to look at Marco. He secretly cringed. The things Mewmans can do. "Come on Marco! Don't let A Naysaya get you down!" Star said in a high pitched voice. "You may have insecurities, but that doesn't mean anything. Just let the Naysaya say what he's got to say and except yourself! Now, if you excuse me... I'm running out of blood because this door is really cutting off my blood flow. Little Star Finger out! " And like that, the finger untwisted and moved back under the door. Marco smiled, his cheeks dusting red. " She's a good friend," The Naysaya commented. Marco gave it a look before jumping out of bed. "What do you want so I can buy your silence?!" "What? " Tha Naysaya asked, confused. " What do ya want?! " " Well... Naysaya was never asked what he wanted before... " " Well today's your lucky day" Marco said sarcastically. "What do you want?" "Well, can Naysaya have cereal, please? " Naysaya asked. " Cereal? Okay! " Just as Marco was about to march out the door, Naysaya stopped him. " But in Naysaya's own mouth... " " Sure." /\/\ Marco gave Naysaya about half the bowl of cereal before he stopped. "Now, do you promise to stay quiet about tomorrow? " Marco asked. "Naysaya's lips are sealed." /\/\ Marco wrapped a red scarf around his neck as he walked up to Jackie, Star and Janna leaning on the lockers. "What's he doing? " Janna asked. " I gave him a little pep talk yesterday of course! " Star said happily, looking over to Janna with a large smile. She didn't know... " We're in for a surprise, " Janna whispered, turning back to the scene of Marco and Jackie. " Hey Marco! You cold? You have a scarf around your neck... " " Oh this... Heh heh... I... Snowboard to school in the mornings! " Marco lied. " No way! ME TOO! " Jackie exclaimed happily before there was a muffled yet still clear statement from Marco's neck. " Marco used to tape a picture of Jackie Lynn Thomas to a pillow and practice kissing her on it. " Star flinched, Marco did the same. Jackie widened her eyes and said, " Maybe I should go... " " No Jackie wait! " Marco stopped the girl and sighed. " That wasn't me, it was... " Marco removed the scarf from his neck and revealed the Naysaya. " Hello Miss Thomas, " Naysaya said in his accent. Gasps erupted from the hallway as a crowd gathered around the scene. " He's been making me say weird stuff about me all yesterday about my insecurities. But looks like I'll come clean." Marco took a deep breath and started dropping his insecurities at his feet, letting everyone see and hear them. "But the worst one... " Marco gulped as he took out a piece of paper that had a large glob of greengreen paint on it. " This painting you made of the Earth in art class." "That was supposed to be a watermelon..." Jackie pointed out. "Well it looked like Earth to me. Anyway, it reminds me of the worse insecurity yet. This reminds me of how we're all just small dots on this little marble launched out into space for no reason, forever alone in this endless void of darkness. " " Wow Marco... That was deep... " Jackie said, her eyes wide. " And that's about it. Unless I left anything out... " Marco stared at the Naysaya who only smiled at him. " Oh Marco, you left out a lot... " " You wouldn't dare... " Marco whispered. " Oh Naysaya would, " he said back. " Dare what? " Star asked Marco curiously, walking forward to stand beside him. " It's happening..." Janna whispered, grabbing her phone and she started to record everything about to go down. "Everyone, get out your phones." Knowing Janna, everyone did as told and started to record the scene. "How about your crush on... " Naysaya began. " No... " Marco whispered. " Star Butterfly? " " What... " Star whispered, looking at Marco, but his eyes were to the ground and not looking at her at all. " SHUT UP! " Marco cried, looking at the thing on his neck. Turning towards Jackie, he saw her with her phone out, recording everything on video. " Marco told Star that he still liked Jackie so she could think he still liked Miss Thomas. BUT HE DOESN'T! " Naysaya yelled. " SHUT... UP... " Marco whispered as Star moved forward a bit. He took a step back. " Marco loves the way Star smells! Like rainbows and chocolate and vanilla! Oh! And strawberry... " Marco lowered his head further down as Naysaya kept blurting out his secrets. " Marco loves the way she looks! Her blonde hair looking like the sun! Star brightens up Marco's day! Her blue, Sapphire eyes make him want to melt when she looks at him... Similar to what's going on now. Not to mention that beautiful, Angel like voice. The way she cares for others... For him. "He doesn't care if she doesn't have curves like other girls do. Marco loves Star the way she is! Just perfect! "Marco loves the fact they live in the same house so he sees her everyday without fail. Even better, he loves watching movies and eating his nachos every Thursday. Maybe Friday or any day of the week. He loves that he takes care of her. "Oooh oh! And don't forget everytime she smiles he just wants to kiss her face! And how this all started back at that Blood Moon Ball where their souls were intertwined for all eternity! " A gasp escaped Star and other students, everyone closing in on Marco and his secret spiller. " Everything about Miss Star makes Marco love her, from her personality, to her beauty. And that's all I have to tell. " Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky and with a zap of lightening to Marco's neck, Naysaya, was gone. The sun shined back down to the school where Marco stood, staring at his shoes. " Marco... " Star whispered, he angel like voice shining to Marco. " Save it... I know you don't like me either... So... " Marco frowned and narrowed his eyes as he stared harder at his shoes. He pulled his hood onto his head. " Marco... " Star walked over to the boy and lifted his face into the air. " Are you okay? " Marco gave a small, sad smile. " Even after that you're still worried about me... " " Well duh, you're my best friend... And... " Star leaned in and planted her lips on Marco's, making him go stiff. The students around them gasped before nodding happily, still holding their phones and filming. Star had wrapped her arms around Marco's neck as Marco finally closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Star pulled away first, Marco opening his eyes with a look of shock, surprise, and love topped it off. "... Now officially... My boyfriend, " Star announced, kissing his cheek and skipping off. The students crowded even closer to Marco who touched his lips, then cheek, and whispered, " I'm her boyfriend..." before giving a drunken smile and falling to the floor. /\/\ Well... THAT'S IT! Whoopee! Okay fine... I'll put some more... /\/\ Star happily scrolled YouTube, until she came across Janna's YouTube account. "Huh, I wonder what she's got... " Star whispered before clicking on her friend's account. Then she clicked the newest video posted... Star felt her mouth drop open as she watched the whole thing... Marco confessing and everyone filming on their phones. Even the video quality was awesome! Marco walked into her room, about to scare her only to see that... She was watching Janna's video with him confessing. And with that, Marco quickly flipped around and walked out of her room. \/\/ Copy and pasted from Random Starco One-Shots on FFN.

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