So around a month ago i asked @blackwolfartz if i could color this sketch so i could train myself with coloring.And she kindly accepted. (And it has been sitting in my draft ever since.)
So thanks again to Wolf for being so awesome and letting me butcher her work and post, it was really interesting and fun and i’d redo it anytime!
i just want everyone to know that @bittsandpieces and i are so well known in our school for not doing shit that when we were playing capture the flag and we were sitting right next to our team’s flag everyone from the other team believed us when we said that a) we were sitting there so we could be as far away from everything as possible and b) that we didn’t know where the flag was, but we were possitive that it wasn’t on that bookshelf. it was on that bookshelf. we won.
Summary: You had lost your son years ago. You’ve managed to track him to the one spot that holds one of the most feared villains, yet you go anyway. You’d do anything for Rumple, no limits, no boundaries will keep you apart from him. When you finally reunite with him, you find someone else. Someone you haven’t seen in years. Someone you once called your fiance…
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader, mother!Reader x son!Rumplestiltskin
(A/N):Yeah, I know. Haven’t posted in a while. But, I’ve got a GOOD explanation this time! So, first of all, I was grounded. Then, I had to take Driver’s Ed and I was very stressed. Yes, that’s right, I’m a 16 year old just NOW getting her permit. But eh, it’s whatever. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little thing that has been sitting in my drafts, collecting metaphorical dust. I don’t know if I’m gonna do a part 2 to this yet. Tell me what y’all think. Enjoy!
The ~’s means that it is a flashback. The bold/italic words within the ~’s are you speaking. The regular italics are some one else speaking. If the italics are outside of the ~’s, then that is indicating your thoughts. (Sorry if this is confusing)
The classic “when you meet your soulmate you see color” au, but with a twist. Because what if meeting them isn’t enough - what if you need to realise that they’re your soulmate for it to take effect?
Stiles is in third grade when he falls in love with Lydia Martin. And he knows it’s love, he really does, because when she briefly meets his eye across the playground one innocuous Tuesday the world around him blossoms into color.
He sees the shade of her hair for the first time, not quite orange, not quite red (strawberry blonde, he would settle on later, after encountering both colors separately) and the green of her eyes, as bright as the grass beneath her blue shoes. Stiles looks at Lydia and sees color, and it is beautiful.
Scott frowns when he tells him, like he doesn’t understand. “What do you mean you see color? Aren’t we too young for that?”
Stiles waves off his concerns and goes back to rifling through the classroom crayon supply, which suddenly holds a whole new world of possibilities. Some of them are still in black and white, and some are just sort of shades of grey, but some are vibrant colors and Stiles knows that’s more than most of the other kids can see so he’s happy.
He picks out the ones that look closest to Lydia’s colors and sketches a rough drawing of her. He’s not the best artist, but just seeing the colors on the page makes his heart race.
He catches her just before the end of the day. “Lydia!” he calls as she neatly tucks her pencils into their case. He can see that she’s got a red one and a blue one, and another color he can’t think of the name of, and he wonders if she sees them too.
She blinks up at him as he skids to a stop in front of her desk. “Yes?”
“I drew this for you.”
She takes the drawing and he waits with baited breath for her response. She glances over it before rolling her green eyes back to Stiles’ face. “What is it?”
“It’s… uh…” Now that he’s here in front of her, admitting that he’d drawn her seems like a creepy thing to do. He can see Scott wincing sympathetically across the room. Stiles finally settles on, “It’s in color. Don’t you see?”
Lydia scowls. “No, I don’t see.”
His heart drops, because this is not how the stories go. In the stories, when you meet your soulmate your whole world suddenly changes, and you start to see color. Because they’re your soulmate, they see color too. You look at each other, and you see color, and it’s beautiful. That’s what happened with Stiles’ parents, that’s what happens in all the stories of true love Stiles has ever heard.
But Stiles sees color, and Lydia doesn’t.
This doesn’t make sense.
Stiles is very lost when he asks, “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t.” Lydia eyes him warily, glancing from the drawing to his face and back again. “Why, do you?”
“Uh… I… um…”
When he doesn’t give her a straight answer, she pins him under a very scrutinising stare. For a second Stiles swears that she’s seeing it too, that she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but then she silently pushes the paper back towards him.
Stiles feels like he might cry. “Keep it,” he says quietly. “I drew it for you.”
He turns to head back to Scott before she can reply, and his friend offers him a consolatory pat on the back.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Stiles shrugs. “Eh. At least I can see color now.”
Scott nods. “And at least she kept the drawing.”
Stiles spins so fast he almost falls over. He turns just in time to see Lydia tucking the paper into her bag behind her pencil case. Both are pink.
Stiles grins. It might take a little bit longer, but he knows that one day Lydia is going to look at him and see something more than grey.
Alright. So, basically, this fanfic journal is mostly filled up, jam-packed with first drafts and some stuff that has only seen my eyes. (PS. That’s a page of some of that stuff, so I suppose that doesn’t really count but let’s not be technical, eh?)
Anyway, instead of hoarding it and letting it sit around for eternity on my bookshelf, probably never to be opened again, I thought I’d offer it up to you guys.
What I’m giving away:
My handwritten journal of drafts and ideas about Supernatural fanfiction. I write a lot of Sabriel, Cabriel, and Destiel.
A story (to be written in the last pages) in which the you choose what it’s about. You choose the ship, setting, basic plot, etc. I’ll even write you in if you want!
Some Supernatural buttons TBD. (If it gets enough notes and stuff)