#fresa is talking about her ocs

[vinatintasupernovita]

Thinking abt Conquest and Cassandra a lil.. Hellenistic Bonnie and Clyde

[asimplearchivist]

unusual oc asks

I saw this on @rowanisawriter’s page and wanted to borrow it if that’s okay👀 I haven’t really talked about my Spiderverse OC (who is basically a self-insert) bc I’ve focused more on Fresa (the reader insert for Thought I Dreamed Her) but I might post my concepts for her eventually. Y’all already know a little about Eliana so there isn’t much to explain there. I think I got the general list of this but please let me know if I got it wrong or missed something?

“Lemon-Drop” (Spidersona) // Eliana (PMD:EoS)

seasoning: ginger // cloves

weather: breezy sunshine // foggy drizzle

color: honey // juniper

sky: golden sunrise // heathery dusk

house plant: eternal flame // madigascar jasmine

weapon: staff // slingshot

subject: architecture // history

social media: snapchat // pinterest

makeup product: eyeliner // blush oil

candy: lemonheads // spearmint gum

fear: acrophobia // athazagoraphobia

ice cube shape: big cubes // spheres

method of long distance travel: bus // train

art style: baroque (rembrandt) // impressionism (monet)

mythological creature: jorōgumo // dryad

piece of stationary: vintage travel stamps // tea-stained parchment

celestial body: yellow dwarf // borealis

[sassykattery]

Love's Web, Part 4

Ooooooo they kissed. What else is gonna happen?

CW: CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. There's not really much spoilers for ATSV but they're coming. Nudity. Makeout session.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Angst.

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"Miguel," Altaira popped her head into her office. His eyes darted to hers as he was just admiring her desktop background again.

"Yes?"

"I have to run to the supply room to get some stuff. Are you okay here?"

"Sure," he replied quietly. She nodded and closed the door again, and he heard another door open and close, followed by quick footsteps down the hall.

Miguel went back to his task, opening a web browser again when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

Where he was expecting to see a short blonde woman with an armful of stuff stood a demon as tall as he who frowned just as deeply as he did to see the other instead of said woman.

"Oh, hello," Diavolo greeted him civilly.

"Hello," Miguel replied coldly, looking back to the screen.

The Demon Lord was quiet for a moment as his senses told him what had transpired here. He could still smell the leftover arousal from her, his senses showing him the mental image of her sprawled out on her desk. To his disgust, he could sense the spiderman's arousal and knowing where he was standing a while ago, too. The prince knew they didn't get too far, but a growl started to percolate in his chest until he snapped out of his jealous haze.

"Did you need something?" Miguel asked while looking up from under his brows with a scowl.

"I did. However, I was just reminded of something else. Why don't we take a walk, Mr. O'Hara?"

Miguel instantly saw through the prince's plan but agreed nonetheless. "Fine." Though, he also hated being called that.

Diavolo walked out of the office, and Miguel stalked behind him, following the prince out into the hall and down a ways to Diavolo's office.

"How are you finding your accommodations so far?" Diavolo asked a bit nicer then as they walked in.

"They're fine. Altaira has made sure I have everything I need," Miguel answered, making sure to throw it in the prince's face.

"Ah, I expect nothing less. Have a seat," Diavolo replied, walking to his office chair and gesturing toward a visitor's chair. Miguel sat, and the Demon Lord continued. "Altaira is a lovely hostess and guide. She's quite acquainted with demon life and is who we trust to make sure our guests are comfortable when we have them."

"She's quite spectacular at everything she does," Miguel replied, sitting back and crossing a leg, looking cocky.

"Indeed." Diavolo side-eyed his guest and looked away at a painting in the office, "The Birth of Venus." Her favorite painting.

"So why don't you actually tell me why you wanted to talk to me, instead of disguising this as a check-in and a "walk," hm?" Miguel finally asked with an exasperated and annoyed tone.

"At least you have your wit. I'll be clear then. My trusted butler Barbatos has done some research about you, because you see, I need to know that you're not going to destroy my realm and the people within it, my people," Diavolo explained.

"I assure you, I didn't mean to end up here," Miguel quipped.

"Of course not. But I don't think you're making quick progress of trying to leave because something has caught your eye," the prince offered in return. "Or someone."

Miguel smirked and chuckled darkly. "Oh, tonto, I'm afraid you've missed your chance. You should've made your move sooner. Let's skip the pleasantries, chico fresa."

[Idiot; Snobby boy/bratty boy]

"Very well. Barbatos found that not only did you pretty much destroy an earth in another universe, but you're not quite a stand-up superhero that you would like us to believe," Diavolo informed him coolly.

Miguel scowled and raised a brow. "I work in a society that now prevents universe-destroying events like that. As for the rest, I never claimed to be a superhero. I never claimed I'm always the good guy. I try to be, but sometimes I have to make hard decisions, and I don't always like what I have to do."

"Hard decisions like infidelity?" Diavolo asked.

"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked in reply, sounding angry.

"In Altaira's world, you're nothing more than–"

Knock knock

"Diavolo? Is Miguel with you?" Altaira asked on the other side of the door.

"Come in, Altaira," Diavolo called out, his tone instantly sweetening at her name.

She waltzed in and looked relieved at the sight of Miguel, causing the him to look rather smug.

"I left him in my office while I went to the store room but when I came back he was gone. I could hear you talking as I walked by, so I'd thought I'd ask. I'm glad I did," she explained, looking pleased.

"Of course. We were checking in," Diavolo said with a smile and adoring eyes at her. Miguel rolled his eyes until she came into view and looked up at her innocently.

"Oh good! Well, I got what I needed. I'd actually like to go run some errands. Let's head out, Miguel," she explained cheerfully. "That is, if you're done with your conversation."

"Yes," they said in unison, a little tense.

Miguel stood after Altaira walked away, and then he hung back for a second so she was out of earshot before looking over his shoulder at Diavolo.

"You had three years. Don't pretend it's anyone's fault but your own," Miguel stated before walking away, closing the door behind him.

Diavolo waited a few minutes, staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk with an echoing smack and stood, whirling around to look out of his office window to see Miguel helping her into her car and closing the door like a gentleman.

"Damn him," Diavolo growled. There was no one who got quite under his skin like that man did. In another life, they could've gotten along, but if that human mutant wasn't trying to steal the prince's reason for existing, he supposed no one would get to know if that were true.

And if he had to hurt her a little to make her understand, well, he'd have to apologize later.

---

"The House seems a little empty," Miguel observed, walking in with Altaira.

"Yeah, I may have bamboozled the boys into leaving for the evening. We have a short week at the academy, so tomorrow is technically the start of a long weekend," she explained as she walked.

"You did? Do tell," he replied playfully. He followed her into her bedroom.

"I made them all think I was going to The Fall, the biggest club here, so of course they all went thinking we could hang out," she answered. "Am I terrible?" She asked as she stood with her back to him.

He approached and placed his hands on her hips, her back pressed to his front as he leaned down.

"I think smart is a better description," he murmured. Keeping one hand on her hip, his other hand began to caress her upper arm, his mouth pressing kisses into the side of her head.

"You weren't kidding about not forgetting," she chuckled nervously.

"Well, we don't have to do anything if you're not up to it," he murmured in her hair.

"I got us the house to ourselves for a reason," she replied. "But... let's just go slow."

"As you wish, cosita linda," he murmured against her hair.

She turned around, still in his grasp, and took his hands in hers. Then, she slowly walked backward to guide both of them to her bed. She sat and swung her legs over to lay down, and he followed after her, climbing on top of her. He held himself up as he looked down at her.

"Eres hermosa, bombón, truly. Let me show you as much," he murmured.

[You are beautiful]

She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her again. His lips stayed soft, kissing her delicately as if she were porcelain, but that contrasted to how he grabbed her thighs firmly, not painfully. Immediately, she spread them out for him to slot himself between. He leaned his torso into her and massaged her thighs in his hands, molding them how he saw fit. Keeping one hand there, the other came up to caress her chest, trickling down and to the side as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of her stomach. She went stiff for a minute, and he stopped.

"Does that hurt?" He asked quietly.

"No, I just... that's... I don't like that part," she mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"I do," he grunted with pinched brows. "You're soft. I like how you feel in my hands."

He squeezed her again but dove for her neck to kiss her there, causing her to gasp and arch into him. A deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"I'm sensitive there..." she whimpered. He lavishly licked one spot followed by intensely sucking there, causing her to squirm and moan a little louder.

"There she is," he purred with a smile. "Let me make you feel good, cosita linda."

She nodded and rasped a "Yes" just before he went back to sucking and nibbling on that spot on her neck. His hand left her stomach to come back up and gently grasp her breast, instantly receiving another deep arch as she pushed herself into him and another moan.

"You're so sensitive, amorcito," he chuckled again. "It's adorable."

[Little love]

"Miguel," she moaned outright. Now, that was a sound he wanted to hear again. Her moaning his name sounded better than any music. If he had to hear his name again, he wanted to hear it like that all the time, and only from her.

"You have to tell me what you want, azúcar," he murmured against her neck.

"T-Touch me," she replied.

"Touch you where?" He teased her again.

"Anywhere," she rasped. "I just need to feel you."

"Are you saying you need me? That's a far stretch from what you were saying days ago, mi tesoro," he gloated, taking his hand and slowly slipping it under her RAD uniform blouse.

[My treasure]

"And now you're calling me sugar, treasure, and pretty little thing, where you were saying I was a stubborn mule and a rich brat," she mumbled. He could hear the sting in her words.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" He whispered into the shell of her ear before pulling away to look at her.

"Show me why I should," she looked up at him with innocent wide eyes.

He smirked down at her and kissed her again, pushing her shirt up. "Can we take this off?"

"Yes."

And, within seconds, it was gone. He made his mind up he wouldn't tear her clothes up, especially the uniform. But that didn't mean he had to take his time removing it.

His eyes traveled lower, taking in the span of her torso, the dark navy and black lace bra she wore. He saw her round and soft stomach, how her waist nipped in to give her such a full hourglass shape. The faded stretch marks across her abdomen he instinctively traced his fingertips down were beautiful as well.

When he was done, he glanced up at her and saw how she refused to look at him, head turned to the side with a fiery blush on her neck, chest, and the shells of her ears. Without saying a word, he sank lower and began kissing her stomach, his hands settling on the curve of her waist to hold her in place. He started mumbling his praises in Spanish, far past what she understood. Little hickies were left across her stomach. Miguel sank lower, planting kisses above the waistband of her skirt, and he slipped one of her thighs up to rest on his shoulder.

Her moans and sighs were soft but becoming more consistent. She didn't fight him or push him away, because she truly had never felt so... worshipped.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that when her bedroom door flew open to slam against the wall, they nearly jumped out of their skins as their heads snapped to see Mammon standing there, breathing hard and looking down at the floor with his hands on his knees.

"I knew– Heh, hang on, gotta– okay, I knew you were trouble!" He barked, sounding out of breath. When he looked up, he shrieked as an angry spiderman was bounding toward him with fangs bared and talons out. "Shit!"

Miguel chased the second born out of the room and down the halls, up the stairs, and all over the house, shouting obscenities in Spanish for interrupting and barging in. Altaira sighed and got up to close the door, deciding Mammon could meet his own fate for what he did, without her bailing him out for a bit. She got undressed and found some lounge clothes to wear. With a big sigh, she laid herself on her bed again, face up toward the ceiling. She held up her hands and saw how they still lightly trembled from her nervousness. Her hands dropped to clasp one another over her chest, her brows pinched as she thought deeply.

Do I... love him? How could I?

---

A while later, Miguel finally reappeared, running his fingers through his hair and a hand on his waist as he walked into her room. It was dark, and he could make out her figure on her bed, laying on her side and wrapped in her blankets. With a sigh, he deactivated his suit and slipped into his lounge clothes as well, approaching her quietly. When he placed a hand down next to her, she instantly looked up at him over her shoulder and then scooted over to make room while relinquishing some of the blanket. He slid in silently and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Did you get 'em?" She murmured softly with a slight playfulness.

"He's currently plastered against the wall upside down. Surely someone will get him down," he mumbled in her ear. "Are you upset with me, bombón?"

"No, I just have a lot on my mind," she replied truthfully.

"Hmm. You can tell me," he countered.

"I will when I'm ready," she answered. He looked down at her over his nose, not liking the sound of that, but he held her tighter nonetheless.

"As you wish," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

And that's all that was said for a while. He waited for her to become still, her body relaxing into his, and her soft breathing to turn into soft snores to know she was fully asleep. He played with her hair as he lay awake, a myriad of things on his mind too. Thoughts of home plagued him, wondering if Jess and the team were handling things without him.

When Altaira kicked her leg in her sleep, he entangled her in his so she'd stop, and his mind quickly shifted gears to her. He thought about the ramifications of what he was doing. Would this disrupt anything? Could he have her? Did she want him to have her? Would she be willing to leave this place?

He wasn't entirely sure, and being so uncertain wasn't necessarily new to him, given the nature of his work, but it didn't make it any easier either.

She moved again, murmuring something as he watched her grip the sheets in front of her. His thoughts melted away as his focus shifted to her in the moment. He could feel her heart starting to pound in her chest, her body heat starting to climb. His hand came to rest on her temple as he whispered to her, hoping to ease her troubles.

"Estoy aquí," he murmured softly.

[I'm here]

Oh, how far he'd fallen in such a short time for one little woman.

"No te dejaré."

[I won't leave you]

So, so far.

---

The next morning, Miguel left her to sleep a little longer as he got up to peruse the House's pantry. As he was sifting through what was available, he heard a deep sigh, followed by someone clearing his throat.

"Good morning, Miguel," Lucifer said. Miguel closed the pantry and turned to face the eldest brother. "I made us coffee. Why don't we talk?"

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm a fan of the "talks" demons like to have," Miguel quipped as he watched Lucifer hand him a full cup of steaming brown liquid. The eldest chuckled.

"No, I'm afraid you're right. However, let's continue this outside," he replied, leading Miguel to the back and outside near the cemetery on the House property.

"Well?" Miguel prompted Lucifer.

"I saw the new art on the wall in the hallway of the foyer. A nice touch, but I did have to take it down. Having Mammon splattered to the wall almost naked ruined my appetite," Lucifer stated.

"A shame," Miguel replied.

"Nonetheless, he did mean well. I do apologize for his abrupt interruption. He's fond of Altaira, you see. He's the one who clings to her the most out of all of us," Lucifer went on to explain. When his companion didn't speak, he continued. "We all care for her deeply. But I do think out of all my brothers, I'm the most reasonable."

The Avatar then turned to face Miguel completely while taking a sip.

"And?"

"And I understand that she's special. Altaira is unlike any human we've met. Much more than just caring for her, we love her deeply. But as the eldest, and trying to be respectful of her desires, I want you to know, you can only have her if you care and love her more deeply than we do. I can't speak on behalf of our prince because hell only knows how he feels about this, but you have to treat her better than we do. She is loved and adored by an entire realm, and it won't be easy to let her go if that's something you two decide," Lucifer explained.

"What is Diavolo's problem anyway?" Miguel asked. Lucifer smiled down in his cup and looked off to the treeline beyond the cemetery.

"He loves her. He wants to marry her. But his duties stop him each and every time. He's worried about what the nobility would think," he answered. He looked back to Miguel. "A demon, a royal demon, marrying a human is unprecedented."

"Even as loved as she is by your people?"

Lucifer nodded and looked away again. "Even then. She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match. And we can't deny as progressive as we are becoming, unfortunately, there are still those with enough power to cause an uproar if they were upset by such a move on Diavolo's part."

"What do you mean by that? Not providing?" Miguel asked with a brow raised and head tilted. He finally took a drink of his coffee and nearly spat it out from its dark taste.

"I can't answer that," Lucifer replied with a sigh. "She would have to tell you more about herself. Otherwise, she's a perfect match for the prince." He finally looked back to the spiderman. "So I ask that you don't screw this up, and watch where you walk. Diavolo's outwardly kind, but he's no fool. He's aware that he is slowly losing his chance with her by you being here, so you can expect him to make calculative moves until he decides what to do– with you or her."

"And why are you telling me this? And if you say you love her as well, then why didn't you make your move?"

The Avatar of Pride chuckled deeply. "I did, two years ago. But back then, she was still holding out for Diavolo, so she turned me down." Lucifer turned serious again. "As for why I'm telling you this, well, I do still love her, so I want what's best for her. If that's you, then so be it. But if she chooses Diavolo, I want you to know that you'll have to let her go, just as I did. Just like Diavolo won't stand for the destruction of his world, I won't tolerate the destruction of my family, and that includes her."

"I see. You're right, you do seem to be the reasonable one. But I thought you were his right hand? Wouldn't you also be telling me to leave her alone?" Miguel asked suspiciously.

"I have to follow his commands. He has not made such a command... yet. And, I will say, affairs of the heart weren't in my job description when I took this on. He is on his own to woo her," Lucifer answered. He then looked at the time and sighed. "She'll be awake soon. Mammon is making breakfast today."

Miguel shivered. "Right, I believe we'll be eating elsewhere." Lucifer chuckled and nodded, gesturing back toward the House to head that way.

---

Miguel knocked at her bedroom door after his talk with Lucifer, and when he heard no reply, he walked in anyway. Just as he turned around after closing the door, he saw the bathroom door open to Altaira walking out completely naked aside from the towel wrapped up in her hair. Their eyes immediately glued to one another. After a few seconds of silence, she immediately took a step back and slammed the door shut.

He blinked a couple of times before padding over to the door and softly knocking on it.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

There was a little whimper, and then the door opened again. This time, she was wrapped in a larger towel to hide herself.

"Altaira," he murmured to her. He took hold of her chin and tilted her head back as he kissed her with a smile on his lips. "Hermosa, you really know how to work me up."

She pulled her chin away and looked down, immediately inching away.

"Bombón, did I upset you?"

"I..." she started to say and then stopped. She trembled a bit, leaning against the doorframe.

"Cariño, come here," he murmured, gathering her into his arms. "Don't be ashamed. I love how you look."

[Dear]

"That's not how I wanted you to see me for the first time..." she finally replied, her voice wavering.

"Then I'll pretend I saw nothing," he replied with a playful lilt. "And you can show me when you're ready."

That seemed to help her as she finally relaxed into his hold, her face rubbing against his sternum.

"Is Mammon alive?"

"Barely. The oldest got him down," he replied.

"That's a turn of events. Usually Lucifer is the one stringing him up," she quipped. "He must've felt bad for Mammon." She then walked across the room.

"Bombón," Miguel called to her. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pawed through her closet. That one look alone made him feel weak. "What would you say to a date to get to know each other more?"

Her eyes shined with delight. "Sure! Any particular requests?" She seemed happy with such an ask.

"Just somewhere where we can talk privately and openly," he answered.

"I know the place."

---

"What is this?" Miguel asked.

"This is Diavolo's private beach. The brothers and I are the few who have total access to it at any time," she replied.

"Ah, so picnic on the beach?"

"Yes!" She said excitedly. They both got out of her car and walked around back to grab the blankets and takeout boxes they got on the way there.

The two walked out to the beach, just a few feet from the shoreline to find their spot. Miguel laid out the blanket and started digging down the corners so it'd stay put. Altaira set up the food, wine, and a small speaker hooked up to her D.D.D. to play music.

When the two were settled, she opened a bottle of vintage blush wine and began pouring it.

"What? No red?" He asked incredulously, but clearly joking. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't act like you care for it either. Sorry, and no cerveza for us. I prefer this," she replied. "Plus, I wanted to be a little classy."

"Rosé drinker, got it. Maybe I should call you rosíta," he replied. She smiled and bumped her shoulder against his.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Miguel was silent for a moment, his lips pursing and staring out into the waters. Altaira got out her device and began playing soft jazz music and switching the beach setting from sunset to nighttime, the moon high in the sky to provide them with light.

"I want us to get to know each other better, and more deeply. I think it would help both of us," he answered. "I'll go first since this is my idea."

She nodded and he continued.

"I told you I lead a small elite force that watches over the multiverse to ensure its propagation," he said first. She nodded again. "I never told you why I started this team..."

He then explained what he had done in the past, and why he did it. She watched him with pinched brows, looking away every so often as if to analyze certain points he talked about. When he was done, he said,

"I try to stop others from meeting the same fate as me."

She moved away to face the waters, looking out to the ocean with a solemn face.

"I can't fault you for any of that."

He was silent, waiting for more.

"But...?"

"There's no but," she murmured, her eyes cast downward then. "You have to make hard decisions, and you tried to do something to find happiness, only leading to destruction. I get it."

"You sound..."

"Heartbroken," she replied quietly.

"Why?"

It was her turn to look away, her face harshly pensive.

"Because that's something I can't give you. I can't give anyone," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. Her head turned slightly as she looked at him in her preferal. "Have you heard what they call me? The demons?"

"What?"

---

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[gika-ghost]

how about 12 & 15 ?

Hi thank you so much for participating!

12. Does your oc have any special skills/abilities? How did they acquire/learn these skills/abilities?

I might've answered this already actually. like forever ago, but that's ok i love talking. Besides the touch telepathy, G'ika's been trained to sword fight, shoot a blaster, and play the flute. I think i've mentioned all those before, but what I also want to talk about is that G'ika can hide his presence in the force. Unless he's having a bad day, other force users typically cannot tell that he has a connection to the force just in passing. Powerful force users have to like make an effort to dig in order to reveal his true nature. I think i want this to come from the fact that G'ika was never meant to have the force, so his connection is wonky at best and feels awful and Wrong to other force users.

G'ika's parents taught him most of what he knows, but the hiding his force thing specifically was forced onto him by his buir who didn't want jedi(or worse) to find him, plus the touch telepathy was inconvenient and the more control G'ika had, the better

15. Does your oc have any close friendships? Describe them.

G'ika and his older sister Fresa are only 2 years apart, they are super close. When G'ika has his NDE and comes back wrong, she's the first one that figures it out. I think it'd be cool bcs she's a twi'lek and they're lekku are sensitive to stuff, G'ika's touch telepathy didn't necessarily make sense to Fresa, but she was the most patient with G'ika when nobody in the family knew what was going on. G'ika moving to Coruscant hurt Fresa, she felt a little abandoned, but they both make an effort to call each other at least once a week, and they're constantly sending memes to each other in between calls.

Another close friend of course is G'ika's roommate Tosa. They immediately clicked with each other, Tosa thinks G'ika is just a riot to be around, he comes with his own orbit and everyone that gets swept up in it is in for a wild ride. They go out shopping together, Tosa's parents invite G'ika over for dinner all the time, G'ika and Tosa even eventually become smuggling business partners. G'ika acts as a great wingman for Tosa and cooks meals for her all the time.

[theherondaels]

For You

I know what you're thinking, a Eurovision au? Nicola, it's only April!

Yeah, people, here's the thing... I wanted to post that last May...

Sara is obvi my oc... why don't the sl charas have siblings like c'mon

Have fun reading!!!

Matteo wasn't entirely sure if the last few hours had really happened.

Everything still felt so surreal.

Just two hours ago he had sung his heart out on the Sanremo stage and now he was showered with flowers and well-wishes. His family had been the first to congratulate him, both his parents wearing proud smiles. Matteo's sister, Sara, almost killed him with her hug. "I always knew you would win. Nobody can resist the Balsano charm," she let go of him, stepping aside.

"Yes, the others had nothing on you," his best friend and manager, Gastón, interrupted their sibling moment, hugging him tightly. Matteo laughed a bit. Sure, having won Sanremo was nothing. It was not like he had left some of Italy's best singers and songwriters behind him. His fans must have dialled their hands bloody. He really needed to thank them.

"Alright, moon man," Gastón said, lightly shoving him towards the line of reporters, "time for the interviews."

"Congratulations on your win," a blonde woman said. "How does it feel to have won the ticket to Barcelona?" she then asked. The realization that he would really participate in Eurovision and what it meant  hit Matteo at full speed.

He was going back to Spain. Back to Barcelona.

Back to her.

"Matteo, are you okay?" Gastón asked when the Italian hadn't answered his question yet. "Yeah, sure," he answered a bit spaced out. "Are you really sure?" Perida questioned again, not believing him. "Yes, we don't want to keep Ámbar waiting," Matteo said, reading the blonde's name tag.                  

That shut Gastón up, allowing him to answer the question. He did so with a smile and bid her goodbye after, the next interviewers already waiting.

"Hello, Delfi and Jazmín from Fab&Chic here," a black-haired woman quickly introduced herself and her colleague. "So, Matteo, everyone is dying to know for who you wrote the song for! Can you give us a hint?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.

Matteo's whole body tensed. He knew that with the tone of her voice Delfi wouldn't accept no for an answer.

"I wrote it for someone special a long time ago," he admitted, smile fading a little, not trusting his own voice to say her name.

"Well, we're sure, whoever it is, feels very special indeed right now," the read-head said warmly. Matteo liked her. She wasn't as harsh as Delfi. "Anything else you want to say? A greeting to your fans perhaps?" Jazmín suggested and Matteo promptly answered. "Yes, of course, my fans. I'm very grateful for every single call you made. I wouldn't be standing here without you," he stressed, smile truly genuine. "See you in Barcelona!"

They said their goodbyes and Matteo sighed when he saw how long the line of reporters still was. He would be doing this for a while now.

~

Matteo really hated interviews nowadays. Everyone wanted to know who the girl of his song was. He always used the excuse that he wanted to protect her identity, and he did want that, but the whole truth was that it was too painful for Matteo to talk about it.

Sometimes Matteo wished he could just wake up with amnesia. Not remembering his time in Spain would be great. No heartbreak, maybe he could even skate again. Writing occasionally helped with his heartache, but skating was always a one-way ticket into depression.

Matteo only knew that this interview was for Spain’s biggest life-style magazine, Vidia, and that his interviewer, Bruno, could be a real pain in the ass. Gastón’s words, not his.

"So, your fans wondered who exactly your inspiration was and did a little research." Balsano clenched his jaw. They just had started. He didn't like this at all. "And they were so kind and sent us a very interesting video." Matteo's eyes briefly flashed to Gastón out of panic, who stood left to the camera, looking shocked as well, before adverting his eyes back on the screen. The video began to play and Matteo's insides shredded themselves into bits.

He knew the song. Remembered the choreography.

Matteo wanted to discontinue the interview, but he never got the chance to. Once he had spotted her everything around him lost meaning. His eyes were glued on the skating girl.

Dark brown hair. Lovely curls. Vivid green eyes.

Luna.

The fingers of his left hand cramped on his thigh, memories - the good and the bad - replaying in his head.

He still cursed himself for not telling her goodbye. For not confessing his love to her.

~

"Jesus, all it takes is one video of her and you're moping around again," Sara said harshly,  switching on the light. "And the interviewer definitely got that video from the competition website. Slimy git."

"How did you even get in here?" Matteo asked, clealry annoyed. "Gastón gave me the second key card," she told him. "Leave me alone," he muttered, putting the duvet over his head. "Real mature, Matteo, real mature,"  Sara said, inspecting his hotel room.

She sighed and turned around. "Today's the first rehearsal. Luna or not, this is your dream. So, get presentable before I'll drag you through that door," she warned. Matteo sighed, deep down he knew she only wanted the best for him.

Thanks to his sister he now stood on the big Eurovision stage, feeling a bit lost. He was glad he got to sit on the moon during his performance. The enormous stage was a little daunting, even for him. The empty arena already gave him chills, just how magnificent and nerve-wrecking would the night of the final be?

He also wore the silver suit again. "Ready, Matteo?" Gastón yelled. Matteo gave him a thumps up, before adjusting his guitar again. He let his gaze wander around the arena, starting to play the first chords of 'Siento'.

~

It was the night of the final and Matteo was a nervous wreck. Not because of his performance, everything had went smoothly during the rehearsals. Of course, he wanted to to well.

But Matteo's biggest wish was that somewhere in Barcelona Luna would see him. Listen to him. Come back to him.

The group from France had left the stage, it was his time to get up there. Matteo took his place on the moon, guitar in hand.

And just before the melody began to play Matteo gathered all his courage.

"This is for you, little moon."

~

Once again, Matteo was being congrulated from all sides. He really had won, and with both the highest jury and televote at that. He liked to think that Luna had voted for him. He got to perform a second time, the Italian flag draped around him. Confetti was flying everywhere, the sight bad from all the colourful slips of paper.

Matteo heard her, before he saw her.

At first, he thought he had imagined it, but then Matteo saw her silhouette, coming closer towards him. The Italian was so shocked that he stopped singing. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, almost drowning out her singing.

For a moment, he couldn't believe that she really stood there. She was as beautiful as she had always been,  her dress matching his suit in colour.

A billion questions raced through his head. Why was she here? Who had organized this? How did she know the lyrics?

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask her all this. His eyes found hers and, suddenly, nothing around them mattered anymore. Matteo was too busy memorizing Luna's perfect face, missing the high five Gastón and Sara gave each other.

"Don't you have a song to sing, chico fresa?" Luna grinned, tears in her eyes.

And for the first time in four years Matteo Balsano was truly happy.

[vinatintasupernovita]

Audrey: I want to show you a picture from last night that really upset me.

Persephone: Ok, but in my defense, Uma bet me 50 cents that I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Audrey: That’s not what I- You drank shampoo??

[vinatintasupernovita]

Persephone: We could go to one place and get all the candy we could ever want.

Hadie: We’re going to a candy store?

Reina: No, it’s night time. Candy stores are closed.

Hadie: We’re gonna ROB a candy store??

[vinatintasupernovita]

C..

Conquest/Cassandra of Troy

[vinatintasupernovita]

The Gods of Olympus would never say it out loud, but they don’t trust Persephone.

Everything about her was unassuming- from her golden hair to her laugh to her bright smile- she was her mother’s child in almost every appearance- all except for her eyes. Those yellow eyes were distinctly her father’s. Like the way the moon’s light shone differently on the world than the sun’s, those eyes made all the difference.

They painted all her docile features in a new, more sinister way. Her smile was sharper than before when matched with those eyes. Her childish laugh would turn bone-chilling and her curls would look so tight it was as if they could strangle you. With those eyes, she was every bit her father’s daughter.

They did their best to keep the peace- For Demeter’s sake. Demeter, who loved her daughter like the sun loved the newly sprouting crops. Demeter, who did the best she could to keep her daughter on the straight and narrow, despite Hades’ influence in her life and in her blood. The others couldn’t imagine what that child would put her through.

They’d warn their own children and children’s children to keep wary of the goddess of spring, because at any moment there was a chance she could end up like her father. And they saw it more and more everytime they saw her- Demeter refused to admit it, of course.

Persephone would be the ruin of their great family, they just knew it.

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Persephone: Hey, hey Audrey-

Audrey: Persephone if you have that demon plant near me again I swear I will invest in weed killer!

Persephone: you’re so mean to him. What has he ever done?

Audrey: Besides being a magical abomination?

Persephone: I shouldve named him after Ben. At least Ben is nice to him and knows he’s just a baby.

Audrey 2: *chillin on Persephone’s arm, eating a bird whole*

[vinatintasupernovita]

🖊 Yevil?

Yevil is the main villain for my novel- big bad alien emperor who dresses in sequence and is a metaphor for cultural appropriation.

He’s like 6’5 and a bit of a megalomaniac but in a gay way, ya know? He’s really ready to kill a whole planet for some gems

[vinatintasupernovita]

I felt like making relationship charts for my Descendants ocs and Persephone is first!

Auradon:

- Ben: Best friends! They’ve known eachother since they were little kids and have been inseparable since- but they’re polar opposites. Ben is a good boy, and Persephone is always in trouble. Ben was her first friend in Auradon and helped encourage her to start acting more mature.

- Audrey: Childhood Frenemies. Audrey would tag along with her and Ben to try to get close to Ben and Persephone has to admit she has some respect for her. Post-D3 theyre more friends than frenemies. They used to go to eachother’s birthday parties

- Jane: Would Kill For Her. Jane reminds her of her brother Hadie’s friend Claudine Frollo and how timid she is and it activates a “protect” instinct in her.

- Chad: If she could get away with murdering him she would. Persephone fuckin hates him, always have. He tripped her once in the 3rd grade and she swore vengeance and it did Not help he got progressively worse with age. She thinks Ms. Cinderella is dope tho

- Lonnie: She and Lonnie have had arm wrestling matches for as long as they can remember. They’ve also been tied forever and both of them are determined to break it.

- Doug: She stole his pudding cup once and he cried but she made it up to him by giving him her pomegranate cookies. That’s the extent of it.

- Herkie: LEAST favorite cousin. Calls him Jerky Jr. At the last family reunion she pushed him into the lake. Keeps trying to convince his mom to divorce his dad out of spite

- Extended Family (Most of Olympus): Tries to keep up appearances for her mom- knows it doesn’t work

- Hecate: Oh it’s the aunt who she would run over if possible. Fuckin Fantastic. She better be feeding Cerberus enough.

- Demeter: Ah! Mommy Issues!

- Reina: Persephone cries whenever she thinks abt the fact she missed out on most of Reina’s early life and growing up together and Reina like comforts her like im here now it’s ok and they go and do sibling stuff like get ice cream or throw water balloons on unsuspecting passerby

The Isle:

- Mal: IT IS ON SIGHT. IT HAS BEEN ON SIGHT SINCE THEY WERE OLD ENOUGH TO SPEAK! Mal knew that they were sisters but thought Hades just chose Persephone and Hadie over her and Persephone Hadie and Hades didn’t and that miscommunication manifested into Persephone and Mal’s life long rivalry. Even after learning they’re sisters Persephone will not hesitate with her.

- Evie: Shes Always confused how someone who seems so sweet ended up Mal’s best friend. Only really ever met her once before Auradon bc the whole banishment shit happened

- Jay: Mild respect based solely on the fact Jafar and Hades are cordial. She does try to out-thieve him as a sign of dominance.

- Carlos: She rarely would go to Hell’s Hall bc Cruella De Vil is a crazy bitch but she heard her son’s ‘ok’ which.. fair enough. But he runs w Mal so that’s automatic negative points.

- Uma: She likes messing with her and calling Uma her baby cousin even though they’re only like third cousins cus it annoys her- but Persephone respects her and they tend to keep to their own sides of the isle

- Harry: “Oh look it’s the simp” Persephone knows she could kick his ass and the only thing stopping her is the fact he’s Uma’s first mate. Thinks his older sister Harriet is hot

- Gil: There is not a Thought behind those eyes and Persephone knows it just as well as anybody. He’s nice though.

- Celia: She used to babysit her and Freddie when their dads would have poker night. Thinks she’s a great errand girl now

- Heidi of Hearts (Queen of Hearts’ Daughter): Bimbo Solidarity, Heidi is the only one allowed to do her hair bc she does not trust Dizzy with scissors near her.

- The Gaston Twins: Threatened them with a broken bottle when they wouldn’t stop harassing her after school. Made Gaston Jr cry.

- Hadie: Baby brother!! She would do anything for him and that is not limited to burning the whole world down.

- Hades: She cares about her dad a lot and even though she recgonizes he’s definitely done some really bad things she thinks he’s capable of being better- maybe not Good, but better.

- Pain and Panic: They’ve been her nannies for thousands of years and they mean a lot to her

[vinatintasupernovita]

“You’ve got everything, dear?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Your jackets? Your good chitons?”

“Mom, you know they don’t wear things like that on the isle. Or anywhere else anymore.”

“They could wear party hats and capes for all I care, you’re a respectable god. And as such, you’ll dress like one, hear me?”

Persephone sighed as her mother Demeter started another lecture. Every fall it was the same. She wouldn’t even see her for the next six months, why did it matter to her how ‘respectable’ Persephone acted, especially on a place like the isle?

“And another thing, don’t bring home anymore knives or other sharp objects. I’m tired of having to throw those out.” Demeter said as she straightened out her own outfit in the mirror, wiping a stray bit of lipstick from her mouth before deciding everything looked just fine.

“Well I can’t leave them at dad’s.” Persephone said, leaning on the tall handle of her suitcase. “Hadie will mix it up with his and by the time I’m back I’ll need a new one anyway.”

“Here’s an idea- don’t get one to begin with.” She said. “You shouldn’t need one in the first place.”

“Not a good idea.” Persephone swayed back and forth on her heels. She hated how long her mom always took. She knew it was just stalling to keep her home for even an hour longer. “You could just let me-“

“Absolutely not.” Demeter cut her off quickly. “I will not have that type of thing in my house. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes..” Persephone groaned, only to brighten up as Demeter opened the front door.

She all but raced out the door to the royal limo that was waiting outside to pick them up. One quick stop at the castle and Persephone was off. Back to her father and her brother and her- well, she didn’t have a word for what Pain and Panic were to her, but they were family nonetheless. Demeter followed behind, slowly locking up their house and flipping the sign to the flower shop that occupied their bottom floor to ‘away’, taking forever to get in the limo. Persephone had already shoved her bag into the back of the limo and gotten comfortable before her mom could even open the door to sit.

The limo drove across the city to the palace, where King Adam and Queen Belle awaited them. Beside them was their only son, Prince Ben, waiting to say goodbye to his best friend for the winter months. They hadn’t much time to say their goodbyes everytime- fall had to come sooner rather than later- but they had been doing it for as long as they had known each other.

Ben watched out the window for any signs of the limo, tapping his fingers against the window sill as he waited. Belle and Adam looked between each other, and smiled. He was always like this when Persephone was leaving or coming- and though they had always been wary of the gods and everything that came with working with them- they were at least glad Ben had a friend as close to him as Persephone. Maybe once he was king and she took her spot as Goddess of Spring, there’d be less complicated custody requirements to go through before a new season could be rung in.

“They’re here!” He said as the limo pulled in, smiling brightly.

The three of them went down to the front together to greet them- Adam and Belle had learned the hard way that gods preferred the royal treatment even in the presence of actual royals.

Persephone got out of the limo first, running to hug Ben. She towered over him, but it didn’t matter much as they embraced.

“Hi Benny boy.” Persephone smiled as they pulled apart.

“Hi Seph.” Ben smiled back at her. “You’re ready to go?”

“The seasons don’t wait for anyone.” Persephone shrugged, but nodded all the same. That’s when she noticed his parents, and waved. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Florian, your highnesses.”

“Hello, Persephone. Lady Demeter, always a pleasure.” Belle said as she and her husband nodded graciously to the older goddess who walked up behind Persephone. Demeter nodded back to them.

“Your graces.” Demeter greeted. “Good to see you again.”

“Mother, Father, Lady Demeter, do you mind if Persephone and I step away for a moment?” Ben asked. “I just- have something to talk to her about before she goes.”

“Yes, Ben, you can go.” His parents said.

“Of course, young man.” Demeter said. “Behave, Persephone.”

“Yes, Mom.” Persephone said, but didn’t really listen to her as Ben led her off.

“Ok, Ok,” Persephone said. “What is it you’ve got to show me?”

“I’ve finally got it, Seph.” He said with a huge smile. “The perfect first decree.”

The two of them went quickly to Ben’s private study. He had been hauled up in there for forever- which, was Persephone’s way of saying more than three days- drafting plans for his first official decree as king. He had a little over half a year until the day came, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect. Classic Ben.

He held up a paper draft that had been scribbled down as fast as Ben could write. He handed it to Persephone and she read through it.

“I, King Ben, decree that we enac-“ Persephone stopped as she saw the next lines. “enact a system to bring children from the isle over to Auradon.. as a second chance for them..” Her voice broke as she looked up at him. “Ben.”

“Surprise.” He said. “What do you think?”

“What do I- Ben!” Persephone smiled brightly as she hugged him. “That’s amazing! You have no idea the amount of good that’ll do- there’s so many kids on that isle that need this.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted you to be the first to hear it.” Ben said. Persephone blinked.

“Wait,” She said as she pulled away. “Your parents don’t know yet?”

“Im waiting for the right time to tell them.”

“Wow, Benny boy’s acting all rebellious and secretive.” She chuckled. “Im proud of you. This is really good, Ben.”

“I’ve still got a few kinks to work out of it, but, it’ll be ready by coronation day.” He said. “You’ll be here for coronation day, right?”

“Unless you want a jump from winter to summer, ‘course I will be.” She said. “Any ideas on who you’ll bring first?”

“Not yet.” He said. “I wanna make sure I can pick kids who will have an impact.”

“Well, if you want my advice, which, eh.” She wiggled her hand back and forth. “You’re gonna need big name villains’ kids. I can give you some names if you want.”

“That’d be great! Any off the top of your head?” He said as he went for a pen and paper. Persephone sat on his desk and tapped her finger against her chin in thought.

“Let’s see..” She said. “First off, Hadie. Second, Hadie.”

“Seph-“

“Ooh! Third! Hadie.”

“‘Sephone.”

“Fourth.. no, probably Hadie.”

“Seph!”

Persephone huffed as she looked at Ben, who gave her that tired smile that everyone gave their best friend when they were trying to be clever and failing.

“Sorry, Ben, but my brother’s the most important person to me- besides you, ‘course.” She said. “Hell, he’s just a kid. He deserves to grow up somewhere safe.” In reality, Hadie was 16, but to be honest it didn’t matter how old he was because he’d always be her kid brother. A 10,000 year age gap did that.

“He’s one of the first to come, I promise.” He said. “But, I need more than one kid.”

“Oh.. alright.” She said. “I’ll get you a real list by the time I’m back.”

“Thank you.” Ben said. “And don’t worry- if he still wants to go see your dad like you do, he can- it’s all a matter of getting them and Auradon’s people used to eachother first, before there’s any possible talks of free travel.”

“Right.” Persephone nodded. “Speaking of, I probably need to get going. They’re waiting for me.”

“Be safe.” He said as she hopped down from the desk.

“I would be if my mom let me keep my knives.” She said as the two headed back down. “It’s so rude, she always takes them. She even took the one Heidi found me!”

“No- that one was your favorite!”

“I know!”

———

[vinatintasupernovita]

Conquest: I’ve played by the rules by my entire life and all its got me is.. ten thousand volts to the ribs and recovering in an airport Cinnabon.

War: Well I’ve never played by the rules, and all its got me is banned from Costco.

[vinatintasupernovita]

Persephone and Mal, every damn time they see eachother from ages 8-18:

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Audrey: Persephone, are you shoplifting?

Persephone: Wh- just because im not all dressed up in frills and fancy shmancy clothes like you doesn’t mean im a thief!

Persephone: *drops a ton of stolen things from her coat*

Persephone: ...That does.