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Tuiga (headdresses worn by chiefs and their children) made to be her huge hair. I made her a fiafia dancer because shes a performer. The fire dance itself is done typically by men only but i let her have some fire as a treat :). She also wouldnt have any tatau at her age but i gave her a hand one anyway based vaguely on my mums one. theres alot of other bits i could talk about but im by no means an expert, but if anyone is interested they can feel free to ask 🇼🇸🇼🇸🇼🇸🇼🇸
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SAU LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 5
pairing; teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc
summary; Manaia hates the weekend.
warnings/notes; manaia getting walked in on, CREEPY UNCLE WE ALL HATE EM YK. a little junior x manaia sibling moment 🥹 this was indeed proofread poorly. HA.
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Manaia had spent her Saturdays either working, cleaning or babysitting. Often, it was all three in that exact order. She'd wake up at 6 am and get ready for her job that paid absolute shit, and return home to a filthy house. Of course, her mother was no use. Her uncle that just moved in was no use. However, they'd complain about anything and everything not looking the way they wanted it to. Her other siblings who liked to be in and out of the house were also no use. And Junior, well, he is still a clueless child who's barely explored the world, let alone school. To Manaia, she'd admit babysitting was the worst of them all. Her mother and uncle were out, leaving an underaged child to look after another underaged child.
Now, if there was one thing more annoying than a Saturday full of deep cleaning, then there wasn't much to be excited about on a Sunday morning. At all.
For it to only be 6 am, it was too early for it to be this loud. Manaia groaned into her pillow, blocking her ears as she heard her mother's loud voice echoing through the walls. Her younger brother was hugging her arm trying to dwell more in dreamland, but they both found it useless as they were unable to fall back into slumber.
"Get up! Get ready for loku! [church]" the elder's voice rung through every corner of their small house.
"Mhh," Manaia got up, scratching her head in anger as the yelling turned into chants of her name repeatedly. "Okay, I'm up," she says to herself as a response.
She finds herself laughing as she watches her younger brother, Junior, consumed by all three thick blankets. So that explains why she was cold throughout the whole night, "Wake up, baby, we have to get ready."
"But I'm tired," the boy gets up and rubs his eyes, Manaia wraps an arm around his shoulder while smiling, "I know, but you'll see your friends at church the faster you get ready, yeah?" She tries to sway her brother.
He smiles immediately at the thought, "You're right."
"I always am, now go wake up Pele before mum starts yelling again," She laughs as her brother sulks at the thought.
Manaia had spent her sweet time looking around for the perfect dress to go with the sei Miguel had gifted her, but every dress she had was either too dark or too light to suit the colours she had. She dug further into her cupboards, squealing with excitement as she found the perfect puletasi.
Changing immediately, she sat on her bed and took off her top. Midway of changing without a single warning, the door swung open. Manaia yelped in surprise, wrapping her front with her blanket.
"Sorry, your mum told me to tell you to hurry up." A deep voice informed, a hint of smug in their tone.
She looks at the door and there stood a relative of hers. One she never liked. He was cocky, prideful, as well as a fucking creep. Manaia knew well to keep her distance.
Frightened to respond, she nods her head and mutters a small thank you.
"Where's my ofu loku? I gave it to you to iron."
"No, you didn't. You said put it in the wash."
"YOU- Kiuga, don't fuck with me right now."
Both latter's shut their mouth as a shout runs through the walls of the small house, "Kiuga! Siana and her kids are coming over so we can go loku together, did you puga the kipoki!?" [ boil the kettle? ]
Kiuga groans in annoyance looking over at David, "I thought I told you to- nevermind," he sighs, yet think nonetheless that standing and doing nothing about his problem would do anything, "Okay, find me a white button up and a black ie at least? I'm going to clean before Nai comes," he leaves the room.
Manaia could feel herself growing a migraine. She was stuck between a guy who seemed to be scared of using deodorant - who also had the choice to sit in the empty front seat - and a kid who did nothing but cry because his mother yelled at him and sent him death glares through the rearview mirror. It didn't seem to help when her phone was on 7% and her headphones were forgotten at home.
Her hopes of a good morning are high when their car is parked outside Kiuga's house. She wishes to run out the car and knock on the door, but is crushed when her mother demands she help Junior fix his outfit as it's stained with snot and tears. He would not have been crying if her mother had learnt not to be so aggressive in the morning. Or in general.
Her mother and uncle leave the car.
She sighs, her heart breaks at the sight of her brother looking up at her with teary eyes. Gently wiping his snotty face, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a comforting smile, "Are you okay, my honey?"
Junior shakes his head, hiccuping back a cough. His breathing slows down.
"It's okay not to feel okay, baby. Would you like a hug?"
Without an answer, he wraps his arms around Manaia's waist.
"Mum's a meanie," Junior whispers with a pout on his face.
"Mum's just getting old. She can be very impatient, she doesn't mean to hurt other people's feelings," she runs a calming hand up and down his back.
"Are you going to be mean to me when you're old?"
"No, Jay. I can never be mean to you," she sighs.
Manaia looks out the window, just as Kiuga rushes to the door of the car and opens it with a wide smile, "Manaia!"
He looks over to Junior who's engulfed by his friend's arms, "Hey, Jay," he says softly, he takes a seat beside Manaia. Placing an arm on her shoulder as he smiles at the small boy.
"You're a strong boy, you'll be fine," he ruffles his hair. Junior smiles through his tears.
"Where's David?"
"Right here!"
The three look over at the opened car door, the feeling of being squished together in a small car was no problem at this point in their life, this wasn't their first time doing so. David pushes Kiuga over, forcing his big form into the car.
Since young, Manaia wasn't fond of finding friends. Places like school, family gatherings, and drink-ups her mother would host were insanely too much. It was crowded and full of people. Church of all things were the worst. Something about teaching people how to live "right", don't do this, don't do that, would be drilled into their ass, only for sin to be penetrated right into their minds right after a sermon. Hypocritical kids who would make fun of her for having a mother who drank and drank, who all unknowingly had fathers that were long gone because of the same sitch her mother was in. Her older siblings were no help to her problem either. They only made things worse for her at home.
She had her baby brother. He was enough. He was everything.
Until two beaming families had joined. There, she was introduced to Kiuga and David. Two cousins who lived a few houses down from each other, but shared the bond of two siblings. Just like Manaia and Junior.
They hung out at church. They hung out at Bible studies. They moved to her school and grew even closer. And that was where they all met Sione. Her now, best friend.
Speaking of which, Manaia's phone dings.
Sione <3: Naia, can you bring those white chips you gave me last time? 😞😞 I'll come early to school if you do i swear
"You're only use your messaging app? Did you delete your socials again?" Kiuga asks upon seeing seeing Sione's contact name.
Manaia nods her head, "Only for a while so I can study properly without my mum complaining. Do not Disturb barely works on me because I end up going on my phone anyway."
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M.Ohara_99: Good morning, everyone. I hope you have a good service today at church. Blessings to the three of you.
A smile creeps onto David's face.
"Is that the girl you've been texting for a few months now?" Kiuga asks beside him. He shakes his head.
"Nah, just Mig being Mig," he whispers, hoping the mention of Manaia's small crush doesn't get her all flustered.
"You know.. she's wearing the sei he got her," David raises a brow, "I think you should show him."
The two whisper to each other, Manaia looks over to them in concern, "Are you okay?"
They nod their head and smile at her.
David intervenes in their moment of silence, "Oh Naia, can I take a photo of you wearing your sei? I just want to make sure I get the right one for my mum when I go shopping next week," he winks slyly at Kiuga, who which he rolls his eyes at.
Manaia agrees blindly, "Get Junior and I in it! Come closer, baby," she wraps her arms around his head and he's forcefully squished between her arms and stomach, nonetheless the boy giggles.
"And.. there! Thanks, Nai."
David hits send and grins evily at Manaia.
"What is it?" She asks.
"Nah, nah, nothing."
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David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.
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"Ew! Get off, you're drooling on me!" Manaia squeals moving her shoulder as Kiuga groans at the interruption of his slumber.
"Sorry, what did I miss?"
"Nothing much," David whispers, "Pastor just mentioned another funeral we have to save money up for."
"Nothing much? Another funeral? David, that's so mean. That's so much to miss!" Manaia growls both the boys off for their behaviour.
"Who the hell died this time?"
Their voices were hushed down to a whisper as they sat at the back of everyone.
"It's so cold, why do they always blast the AC in here?" Kiuga comments.
"Cause everyone's too broke to have an aircon at home so they use it as much as they can-"
The three big AC's on the walls turn off.
"It's hot now, thanks a lot, Kiuga," Manaia says.
"How is it my fault!?" Kiuga bursts out as David and Manaia shake their head disapprovingly at him.
"I don't know, maybe God got sick of your complaining and turned the AC off for you to shut the fuck up."
"David, we're in church!"
"Ugh, it's so hot!" He leans back into his chair.
"If it's hot here, then imagine the heat in Samoa."
"Imagine the heat in Hell! If you three don't quiet down, I'll make sure you'll quiet down there!" An old lady that was sat right in front of them turned around, sick of their banter.
"Sorry, aunty," Manaia apologises, giving a toothy smile.
David groans, "Why couldn't it be her funeral we're going to?" He sneakily whispers to his close friends.
"David, don't be mean."
"I'm just saying."
"Manaia, I'm going to look so fucking good at this funeral. My chains and rings, all that shit."
"Kiuga, stop talking about it like it's a party. Someone died."
"Well everyone cries, then eats at the big ass table of food right after the service like it was nothing."
"Yeah," David chimes in, "Why go somewhere with a big feed and not look good?"
"...You're both right."
"When are we not?"
She shoves Kiuga in the side as he laughs.
Looking across the other side of the hall, she tries to spot her younger brother sitting with his friends. Smiling happily at the sight of Junior listening attentively to the sermon. She internally cringes at the sight of her uncle looking back at her.
Awkwardly looking anywhere but at him, Manaia focuses her attention back to the front.
"The hell is your uncle doing here? I thought he got deported." An annoyed Kiuga says.
"I thought he got deported twice back to Sa," David comments.
"My mum is letting him stay with us, don't know how long for."
"Speaking of your mum, where's Pele?"
"Home," Manaia says quickly, "She got into an argument with my mum this morning-"
"Are we going to ignore your creepy uncle just looking at you?"
"I rather just ignore him, stop looking his way-"
"If you three do NOT be quiet-"
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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 6
pairing; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc
summary; One step forward, a few more back.
warning/notes; cursing, family issues, does this count as angst...
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High school was something you either hated or loved, there was no in-between.
"I fucking hate this class."
Sione already knew what he thought.
9 o'clock on the dot, students fill up the entirety of a classroom. Sometimes. Sometimes, students decide to come at any time they like. They can walk in through the door halfway through class time, even 5 minutes before the bell goes.
Manaia, the dear early bird, always made sure she walked into class looking clean and fresh. No bumps in her hair, nothing stuck in her teeth, lips are moist. Yet, when she doesn't feel all that prepared, she always has her best friend to help her out.
"Sione, do you have a toothbrush in your bag?"
"No, you weirdo."
"What? Why not?"
"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I use toothbrushes for you know, my teeth?"
"But-"
"I'm joking, here," He throws Manaia a brand-new 2 set of toothbrushes.
"When did you get these?"
"After the first few times you would ask me like I'm going to say yes, probably?" he jokes dryly.
Manaia beams at this, "So you got-"
"Yes, Naia, and gel too. Here," he throws over a mini container of gel over to Manaia.
She squeals and engulfs Sione into her arms. "Thank youuuu," she says happily.
"Yeah, yeah, fix your edges before your man comes."
9:28, Miguel walks in through the door. His hair is ruffled, cheeks slightly tinted and chest is heaving. "Ma'am, I apologise for being late," he says, voice hoarse and raspy.
Manaia shuffles in her seat.
"No worries, dear, take a seat."
He nods his head and makes his way over and sits next to Manaia, who looks down at her book nervously. Her arms stay enclosed to her side of the table. This wasn't the first time they had sat together, yet she always found herself unable to gather a single thought around him.
"Good morning, Manaia," Miguel greets warmly, giving her a polite smile, pushing her out of her thoughts.
"Hi, Miguel," giving a small wave, before turning around to Sione shaking him by his shoulder excitedly. He winces numerous times, "Okay, okay, I get it!" he whispers.
Miguel lets out a chuckle.
Feigning a face of calm, she smiles at Miguel. Her fingers gently brush back hairs that stuck out in front of his face, "Why were you late this morning? Are you okay?" she whispers.
"Had to help a family member move in and a few other things," he whispers to keep their conversation only to themselves. But a boy could only wish.
"Oh, you mean Gabriel?" Sione chimes in.
Miguel can feel his throat tighten as Manaia raises an eyebrow at her best friend, "Who?"
"Gabriel! Miguel has a brother, show her! show her!" Voice so hushed, the chatter among the other students were overbearingly loud and overwhelming Miguel.
"I didn't know you had a brother," a voice so soothing brought Miguel back from wonderland. "Is he younger than us?"
"Yeah.. yeah, he's younger," Miguel hesitates to say.
Manaia's face glows at the mention, "Oh, I bet he is so cute! He can get along with my baby-"
"Here, Naia. Look!" Sione shoves his phone into Manaia's face. "That's what he looks like, Miguel showed us before."
Miguel looks away annoyed, yet he finds himself curious of the girl's reaction. "Oh," He watches as Manaia's face changes, she smiles. "I thought he was going to be a baby." Her focus now on him. His heart tightens again. Her eyes travel up and down Miguel's form slowly, back to Sione's phone. Miguel hides the lower part of his body under the table at this.
"I think Miguel's cuter."
Sione had gone home early again. For the same reason as last time. That idiot. Kiuga and David hadn't even come to school, "We honestly couldn't be fucked coming today," they say over the phone call Manaia made during lunch, who sulked over their absence.
Neither Miguel nor Manaia found a reason to complain, anyway.
"You think I'm cute, huh?"
"I do not."
They were kept at a comfortable distance as they walked together along the empty sidewalk. Miguel had two bags on his back, Manaia's and his own. He offered to hold hers as hers was full of books that were thick as David's eyebrows, while his was full of air. The skies were painted grey, sly roaring of the sky had reached Manaia's ears as she looked up. "Hm," she feels a wet drop on her cheek, "It's going to rain soon," she whispers.
"Hm?" Miguel looks over at her, teasing demeanor long gone.
"I'm sorry, I think you should go home, Migs. It's going to rain soon," looking up at him with an apologetic grin, "Sorry for making you walk me home."
He smiles wholeheartedly, "It's fine, Manaia. I'll walk you home any time you ask," he stops walking. So does she.
He pulls out an umbrella, hands now fumbling around with the handle as he feels droplets multiplying, landing on the fabric of his tight sleeves.
Opening up the umbrella revealed how ridiculously small it would be to fit both of them underneath. No time was wasted as the light sprinkle grew slightly heavy, Miguel hurriedly took off his jacket before placing it on Manaia's shoulders. Giving Manaia the umbrella to firmly hold as he towered over her and the umbrella itself.
"You're going to get wet!"
"It's fine, Manaia. I-"
She pulls him by the side of his shirt, drawing closer to her. Instinctively he puts an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he takes the umbrella from her hand.
"What?" Manaia whines, "You're already holding my bag, Miguel, it's not fair."
"Am I?"
"Yes, Miguel."
"Really?"
"Mhm." The shorter girl nods her head.
"It doesn't feel like I'm holding your bag."
"Miguel."
"Manaia."
"But Miguel-"
"Yes, Manaia?"
"You're already holding-"
"You're pretty."
"...Pardon?"
"I said we're here."
They both come to a stop as Miguel holds Manaia closer to him. "It'll be better if we take the bus to your house." The bus stop had zero seats, they had zero reason to complain as they stood closer together. The bus came, they sat together, their knees touched and they didn't shy away.
"Wait, how do you know which bus to take to my house? I didn't even know there was a bus stop near my house."
"You have a best friend that tells me everything."
"And he didn't even bother to tell me? I've been walking 30 minutes every day to get home for the past 5 years!" Manaia whispers to herself, the boy next to her finds himself biting back a smile at her cute gesture.
She goes quiet as her phone buzzes in her pocket.
Sione <3: you didnt even give me my chips today u rat 😢
Manaia laughs quietly to herself, showing her phone to Miguel. "He's such an egg."
Miguel feels an itch at the back of his head. He's waited multiple years to be this close with the girl he's now friends with. As much as it annoyed him, he shut his mouth to not ruin the moment.
"That's the kid I met 3 months ago, right?" Gesturing to Manaia's lockscreen.
Her screen lit up showing the photo David had taken for him the other day, her in all her glory, wearing a dress that was in no comparison to her beauty. And there he saw the sei he had gotten her. Arms wrapped around her brother tightly like she didn't want to let go. He feels his heart dance.
"Mhm, that's my honey," she says.
He can only imagine how she would talk about him if they were an actual thing, but he couldn't be thinking of that right now, or at all. He had no right to. He wasn't hers. She wasn't his.
The bus had come to a stop exactly right where they needed it. They get off, Manaia observes the sidewalk she's on as Miguel opens back up the umbrella he held on to.
"I know this street! It's so close to my house! Could've saved me the long walk I've been doing," She sulks as Miguel puts the umbrella over her head.
They share a comforting, silent walk. "You know.." Miguel starts nervously. "My mother wants to bring along the boys to come and meet my brother. She wants them to get along with him because she says, and I quote, those boys are like my sons and I want all my kids to get along."
"Your mum is such a cutie!" she laughs lightly, tucking a hair strand behind her ear. "That's sweet of your mum to do."
"Yeah," he hesitates. "She knows how important the guys are to me and them meeting someone like my brother would be everything," trailing off, looking away from her longing stare. Eyes he wishes he could never look away from, but he finds himself doing so.
"Yeah?.." Manaia questions as he doesn't focus back on her.
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to come as well?" he rushes.
Miguel looks away again as Manaia tries to look him in the eye. "Oh.. I'm not really-"
"I mean you don't have to come is what I'm saying-" He curses at the thought of how rude it sounded, looking down at her parted lips, "I mean, I want you there-"
Manaia is fast to cut him off, "I wouldn't want to go if your mum doesn't know about me."
"She does because I talk about you." Miguel cries about how mind fucked he felt.
They walked in silence. It felt like Miguel was back at square one the first time he walked Manaia home. Manaia's driveway was in view, and so was the empty spot where her mum's car should've been. She sighs, looking over to the tall boy.
Nervously taking his hand into hers as they walk up to the door. It felt the same way just like it did before. Miguel could look anywhere but at her. Manaia could look anywhere but at him. Their fingers remained intertwined.
"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit sensitive earlier, Miguel," she apologises, her thumb brushing over the back of his palm. Miguel's heart slows down.
"It's okay, Manaia," he smiles.
She lets go of his hand, and awkwardly puts it behind her back shyly, "We're just, you know, friends. I just don't want your mum to think we're more than we already are."
Do words hurt more than action? Does action hurt more than words? Whatever the fuck it was, Miguel was fucking crushed.
"Yeah, I get that," he scratches the back of his neck to subside his feelings that were hurt. "But, you hold the same significance to me the way the other guys do."
"I do?"
Miguel nods his head, now looking Manaia in the eyes. "You do."
Manaia bites her lip nervously, a habit she had since she was a child. "Do you think we'd ever be something... more than what we already are?" she asks, slowly looking up at him. Her eyes held a sense of curiosity, wonder, and hope.
She tried to see through him, but his eyes were drawn to hers. Like they always are.
Miguel was always a hard case to crack. One can never know what he wanted, what he needed. A boy as blunt and "honest" as him, who would willingly try to know?
"No, Manaia. I think it would be best if we just stay as we are. Friends."
A beat.
"Okay.. that's fine by me," She whispers softly.
He nods his head for the fifth time that day.
Manaia smiles as he gives her bag back to her.
"Thanks for bringing me home, Miguel." She itches to say the stupid nickname she adored so much. She yearns to stand on her tippy toes and kiss his stupid face.
Manaia's heart strung the ugliest melody, thumping swiftly in comparison to the unstoppable rain that poured in front of them as they stood underneath the veranda. Throughout all this, she could only insult him with a word so small. Her heart was too big, yet the space in for him was empty.
As if on cue, the door swings open.
"Naia!" a small voice calls excitedly.
Miguel's eyes stay on Manaia when she turns away.
"Hi, baby," she says with a tone Miguel can't quite pick up. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Well, make it quick," another voice chimes in. Manaia looks up and nearly rolls her eyes.
She gives a look Miguel's never seen.
A figure behind Junior stares down at Miguel. He shifts uncomfortably.
"I was just going. I'll see you tomorrow, Manaia," Miguel is quick to say, putting up his umbrella and walking away before giving Manaia the chance to say her proper goodbyes.
"You didn't have to be rude, he just helped me get home," Manaia spits, pushing past the figure she calls her sister, picking up Junior in her arms.
"Yeah, well, I kind of have to see who's taking my sister away from being home, when she's got a brother back at home alone all day." her sister bites back.
"Alone? Pele, you're a University dropout, who is also unemployed, as well as not seeking to find a job. What business could you be doing outside of this house that's leaving Junior here all by himself?" She walks through the hallway of her home and into her room.
"You would rather I stay in a house with a fucking five year old and a creepy uncle, than go out? You're funny."
Manaia glares at her sister, who leans against the doorframe of her shared bedroom, "Don't use that language around Junior, at least?"
Pele scoffs, "Tsk, yeah, like you're such an innocent one."
Manaia feels her throat go dry. Pele laughs as a tease, more of a mock at her sister's growing tears.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"You need to stop bringing that stuff up. I was a kid."
"A fucked up kid, yeah."
Manaia gets up and pushes her sister out of her room, trying to withhold her growing rage. "Get out!"
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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 7 18+
pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc
summary; Slow steps, baby steps.
warnings/notes; this chapter contains a HEAVY topic of grooming :( I hope people actually read my warnings, especially this one. I advise you read something else if you're uncomfortable with this type of topic. Miguel needs to be slapped silly for his eyes to open up fr. Manaia's supportive friends trynna help 😞 SLOW FUCKING BURN MY GGGGGGGGGGGGGG
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Miguel had arrived home two hours later than usual. He saw no reason to rush anyway. His silent walk in the rain with a small umbrella in his hand made him reminisce about the time he had spent with Manaia earlier. Her sweet perfume lingered, intruding on Miguel's sense of smell. His much taller form had no personal armrest to joke around with or tease. Instead, he walked home with his hand in his pocket wrapped around his phone, waiting, itching for a call from her. Then he realized that throughout their friendship, he had never given her his phone number.
Entering his dark room, he threw his bag onto the floor and immediately plunged onto his bed, not bothering to close his door. His back muscles ached. His legs ached. His head ached. His everything was just in pure pain. But he made sure to endure the walk and take no form of transportation. He knew his aching body was nothing compared to how Manaia had felt. Miguel knew his words were a bullet to the heart, but he found himself pulling the trigger.
"Hun, are you okay?" His mother waited at the door after knocking softly on his bedroom door. He mumbled a soft yes while his face was planted against his pillow.
"I'm going to make dinner soon, want to help me?" She asked politely, now leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed against her chest. Miguel let out another incoherent mumble to which she rolled her eyes. Miguel knew his mother, and his mother knew Miguel. She wasn't dumb. "My sweet child, what's wrong?"
Now sitting up with his back against his bed frame, he ran a hand through his hair. He knew there was no getting out of this, so he saw no point in lying either. "Nothing, mama. Just school biting me in the ass," he bullshits anyway.
"Right. My brainy son who does nothing but study every day is stressed over.. school?" She skeptically asked.
Miguel raises his eyebrows as confirmation while his lips form a straight, "Yeah, basically."
"Miguel, I birthed you. I'm sure I'd know when you're lying."
"Mama, I'm not lying."
His mother walks closer to him in a swift motion. He watches as his mother's knee reaches up, her hand taking off one of her sandals.
"Wait! Okay- okay, I'm sorry."
She gives him a stern look, "Then tell me what you're all sooky about."
Miguel sighs and contemplates, "It's just this girl I've been talking with."
"The girl you've been gushing over the past few years? You finally... you know?" She eggs him on.
His silence was made up for with a nod. "We've gone farther than what we should have, and I regret it."
A harsh slap on his thigh made him cry out, "You got her pregnant!?"
"What? Mama, no!" he grunts, holding his hand out, "We just became friends just like you advised me to!"
His mother moves back, her shoe on the floor as her hands grip her hips. Shaking her head as she sighs, "Okay good, at least you know what not to do."
"I'd never do that, mama. You've taught me better."
"Then what are you sulking about? Befriending that girl was something you wanted, right?"
Miguel nods.
"Then what is the problem? You invited her like I asked? She said no?"
"I mean I told her about coming over..." he trails off, another slap on his thigh, "Ow! Mama!"
"Oh, you are such a fool," She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Miguel, telling someone and inviting someone over are two different things! What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking," he lowers his head.
"Yeah, clearly," she sighs.
She shifts closer to her beloved son, cradling his head in her warm arms. "For a top student like yourself, you can be a big idiot," she jokes. "If you find yourself around her again, maybe try to invite her properly."
"Well, I think it would be awkward to, if I'm being honest with you, mama."
"Why is that?" Slightly wrinkly fingers cup his face.
He explains everything that had happened hours prior. From when they had walked together, to the bus ride, and to the very awkward interruption from her younger brother at the front of her house.
His mother tries to understand, truthfully she was but the attempt of wrapping her mind around what her son did and didn't do wasn't clicking. For all the years that had passed since he met the said girl, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "So, you don't feel anything for her?"
Miguel shakes his head.
"At all? Feelings are completely platonic?"
He shakes his head again.
"You're too in denial," she gives up, slapping his head before walking out of his bedroom.
"What do you mean?" he calls out, rubbing his head and fixing the messed-up strands.
"Figure it out, now get up and help me make dinner!"
Miguel had finally found comfort in his pillows and thick blanket, scrolling on his phone until his friends texted him on their usual group chat. He continued to read their chat, guilt eating him alive from earlier. The thought of Manaia feeling upset had clouded his mind. What would they do if they found out? They weren't the type to be angry when Manaia was upset; they were more likely to comfort her than to react with rage. Miguel took his time to come clean to them.
mahi_sniffer: guys i cut my hair 😓 its looks so fucking bad
[ mahi_sniffer has sent a photo to pussy eatersssss ]
bololicker: tf cunt why is it so shit
bololicker: HAHAHA
aluaigioukae: WHAT IN THE TRASH
bololicker: good luck trying w the beckis now
aluaigioukae: you cut your hair cos of ur nits? 😹
mahi_sniffer: got sick of ur dad pulling on it when he hits it from the back
bololicker: oh hell nah
Everyone had stopped typing, probably gone off to do something else, unlike Miguel, who observed his still screen with a racing heart. "No one's here, I should say it now," Miguel thought. He typed swiftly, then hesitated to hit send. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it-"
M.Ohara_99: I fucked up
Long pressing on his message to unsend, he sees Kiuga typing. There was no pussying out now.
aluaigioukae: were you the one who cut siones hair? bcos you did more than fuck up
bololicker: HI MIGUELLL
[ M.Ohara_99: I fucked up ]
mahi_sniffer has replied to M.Ohara_99's message !
mahi_sniffer: wat happened daddy 😢 yo mama not single anymore?
M.Ohara_99: I think I upset Manaia today.
aluaigioukae: cmon now dawg 😞 whats the happs w you two now
mahi_sniffer: lich uh relly
bololicker: was this today??
M.Ohara_99: I mean to keep it short, she just asked if we'd be more that what we are.
mahi_sniffer: uh huhh and then you said yes and made out??
M.Ohara_99: I said we'd just always be friends
aluaigioukae: WHAT
bololicker: fucks sake bruh 😭
aluaigioukae: thats fking crazyyyyy
bololicker: always cockblocking urself smh
M.Ohara_99: I understand, I truly didn't mean it. I just thought we'd always be friends. I saw no reason to lie since I've wanted to become closer to her, just not as close as she was hinting at.
[ mahi_sniffer has sent a voice message to pussy eatersssss ! ]
He groans as he sees Sione sending a voice message. Sione only sends those when he is truly upset with what his friends have done. More disappointed than upset. Now, he truly knows how dumb he was with what he said to the poor girl. Tapping on the play button, he turns his volume down as Sione's voice echoes throughout his room.
"ARE YOU DUMB? Its like if you- like if you just went ahead and like- I CANT EVEN THINK OF AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE OF HOW DUMB THAT MOVE WAS-" the audio recorder cuts off. He sees Sione typing.
mahi_sniffer: now shes gonna call me sooking over it smh
aluaigioukae: i give it 10 minutes before she calls you
bololicker: i say 5
aluaigioukae: no one asked u
mahi_sniffer: yeah well both of you are wrong cos shes calling me now 🥲 i'll brb
aluaigioukae: tell her i say hi at least
bololicker: so you're fine with just being friends w naia??
M.Ohara_99: I guess yeah
aluaigioukae: soooo you dont have feelings for her
M.Ohara_99: I guess I sort of do have feelings for he
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aluaigioukae: "ermm i think i do 🥺" BOI WHY R U SO IN DENIAL FOR GODDAMN
M.Ohara_99: When she asked if we were to be more than what we already were, I hesitated to be upfront
aluaigioukae: upfront about what exactly
M.Ohara_99: how i feel about her, i just didnt want my real answer to overwhelm
bololicker: U IDIOT IF SHE ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION, IM SURE SHE WOULD'VE BEEN FINE AND JUMPED ON UR ASS
aluaigioukae: OKAY SO, what im getting from this is that you dont have feelings for manaia, BUT you didnt want to be honest with her and told her you'd js be friends for like forever?? SO SAYING YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HONEST BASED ON WHAT YOUVE ALREADY SAID TO HER MEANS YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER???
M.Ohara_99: no?
alugioukae: miguel 😿
alugioukae: if you saw manaia hanging around another guy the same way shes been hanging around you, how would you feel?
aluaigioukae: more importantly, if it was seth?
Miguel takes a pause to reread the small bubbled text. A new scenario is created in his mind. A larger hand intertwined with Manaia's, the girl and boy are seen walking down as they smile at each other adoringly. Another scenario erupts, a comforting hand is glued to her back as the pair walk together, her soft hand pulling him closer to her body. He shakes his head and scoffs.
M.Ohara_99: I would feel nothing
bololicker: im not even going to try ur too emotional constipated
bololicker: good fucking night 😭
M.Ohara_99: I apologise
aluaigioukae: apologise to ur missus man 😖
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All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?" A calloused hand ran through the soft curls of the girl who sat on his lap. "You're such a beautiful girl, you know that?" An arm wrapped around the small girl's stomach to keep her in place. "Pretty girls like you are good listeners. Are you a pretty girl?"
The girl whined, her tiny hands wanting to free herself. "I want to see my mum!" her small voice pleaded.
"Shh, shh, you'll see her soon," the dark voice croaked and cooed. The poor girl could only pout and let the tears that awaited in her eyes flow. "Go ahead and cry, little girl. You look even more breathtaking. Do you think you're a pretty girl?" the rough voice asked. The girl nodded her head obediently. His head leaned down to get a strong whiff of the girl's neck, the scent of strong liquor filling her young nose. He grinned after moving back and left a small kiss on her collarbone. She shivered uncomfortably in his lap.
"Manaia! Manaia! Liam, is Manaia with you!? I brought dinner!" another voice from outside the room called out.
The older man, known as Liam, grabbed the girl by her cheeks, squishing them tightly. "Remember, between us, beautiful girl?" Tears streaked down her face. Nonetheless, the poor girl nodded her head obediently.
Unbeknownst to the older male, the slight crack in the door was wide enough for someone to peek in.
"Manaia!"
"Manaia!"
"Manaia!
...
"Manaia!"
"Hm!" the said girl pops her head up from her table, eyes red and strained, sweat running down her forehead.
"Wake up, stupid. The bell just went."
"Oh," she continues to rubs her eyes, stretching as her bones crack satisfyingly, "M'up, m'up." Resting her head in her hands, she takes deep, slow breaths before looking up.
Manaia looks around her, she had slept in class for the thousandth time the past two weeks. The classroom was empty with the lights turned off, leaving only herself and Sione. He stood in front of her desk, her bag already on his back along with his, "C'mon, it's first break, you can find a table when we get to the library."
Judging by her silence and huffed breathing, Sione tilts his head knowingly, "Same shit dream?"
She looks away embarrassed. Sione gives a sympathetic hum, "I know how you feel, Nai. You know I'm always here for you. But we have to go before the next class starts, okay?"
An arm was draped around Manaia's shoulders for comfort, her head laid against his side. They walked mindlessly, unbothered by the loud shouts and arguments by the other students they walked by.
Sione extends his hand out to open the library door for the exhausted girl. Manaia is quick to get herself settled down to claim her place at a table. She shut her eyes promptly with the intent to drift back asleep. Along with her weekends, she was having restless weekdays. Adding more hours to her miserable job had made her physically and socially exhausted. But she didn't feel like she could express her complaints and disagreements with a mother like hers.
The lack of money in her family had become a problem as of recently, due to someone's alcoholic problem, and the only girl who would voluntarily listen to anybody was the answer. Her mother informed Manaia that as an exchange for more shifts at her job, she would be able to spend more time out with her friends. She had the time, but not enough energy to do so. Loud, fuming customers along with impatient coworkers had drained her. She'd head home to sleep everything all off before getting up and getting ready for a job that only allowed her to return home three hours before school began.
"You hungry?" Sione's voice breaks Manaia out of her thinking, "I'll run to the canteen 'n get you something before you fall asleep," Sione takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. The AC's in the library were a blessing when they were actually needed, but for a cold day like this, Manaia shivered helplessly.
"S'fine, I'm just tired.."
"I'll buy you something at second lunch, then," he tries to bargain. She couldn't bite back as her eyes failed her, slumber had won over once again. Sitting next to her sleeping form, he sighs. Pulling her hair back that flared everywhere, he brushed back the frizzy parts that would bother her sleep.
Reaching into her bag, pulling out the blank pages of paper that were supposed to be full of the work she was assigned days ago. He gives her sleeping form another sympathetic look. He takes out all of her books and begins filling out what she had missed. Writing tips on the margin side of her book, brushing a hand through his hair in eagerness.
"Is she okay?"
Sione looks up and sees Miguel standing there with a worried expression.
"Jus' tired. Want to sit?" He offers.
Without a word, Miguel sits across the both of them, looking down at the paper covered table. "This is what you've been missing out on?"
"It's Naia's shit. I don't understand half of what the fuck is going on in these workbooks, but I know she'll need them later."
"Can I take a look?" Miguel asks.
Sione pushes over the books and papers over to Miguel's side before sighing, "If I can't understand that bullshit, this dumbass here won't either."
"I can fill out some things.. If you'll let me, that is," Miguel hesitates to bring the idea up. But sure enough, Sione agrees quickly.
"Fuck yes, Miguel, please," He cheers happily, his voice so low to not awake his friend that was asleep beside. "Come sit where I am, I'm going to buy her something before she wakes up-"
Already out of his seat and out the door, Miguel could barely make a complaint. He looks over to Manaia who slept peacefully. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He gets up and sits next to her, carefully not to wake her up. Grabbing all her textbooks, he pushed one to the side to work on later, hitting Manaia in the arm. She jolts awake and Miguel curses in his head. Manaia blinks slowly, the light above her irritate her tired eyes.
She looks over to the side and sees Miguel. She grows embarrassed once again.
They hadn't spoken in what felt like weeks. Realistically, it only had been a few days. The last time they "spoke" - aside from Miguel's aggravating revelation - was last week when they bumped into each other in the hall. They shared an awkward glance before leaving to do what they tended. Though, one of them had turned around to admire the other walking away.
"Hi," Miguel is the first one to speak.
Manaia ponders, "Hi, Miguel.." she speaks softly, giving him a short smile before looking away.
"How are you?" he attempts to make small talk.
"V'been okay, you?"
"Great, fine, fantastic."
"Nice, nice."
They sat in silence, both their hands on the table. So close, close enough to touch each other. Their hands flat out.
Miguel's pinky irks closer to Manaia's. She sees this, but doesn't find herself backing away. Instead, she places her palm over his, now looking at him with a beaming chuckle. One that he missed hearing.
"You're awake! I got you.." Sione returns with a bunch of snacks he managed to buy, "Oh, fuck, sorry guys," he apologises at the interruption of their subtextual rekindling.
Manaia pulls her hand away, and Miguel's heart breaks.
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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 9 !
pairings; OOC teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc
summary; just manaia being upset every single fucking second of this chapter
warnings/notes; baby manaia crying 😞 childhood trauma/ptsd, familial problems, M M MOMMY ISSUES
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Manaia was obedient, more than anything. She stayed loyal to her religious upbringing and went by anything and everything her church preached, a perfect example of what any Islander parent wanted. Obedient and complying.
She had been on her third day of fasting. Her church announced for everyone to comply that everyone would eat no meat for three weeks. Her pastor encouraged and informed everyone it was for cleansing, understanding and humbleness. David and Kiuga liked to call bullshit on that, nonetheless Manaia listened and obeyed like she always does. [I failed on my first day, s/o to harley berry for the kfc 😞]
The poor girl tried, but with David, Kiuga AND Sione by her side, she was bound to fail within the first few hours.
Sure, no meat, no fish, only fruit, vegetables, and meat. She can do that, it's not like she hadn't eaten for more than a week besides her church saying to. Her mum just liked to be tight on money, whatever money her mum had, it was hers. Not Manaia's. After all, it is Manaia's fault if she doesn't earn as much as she wants, her mum would say. She held most of the responsibility for paying bills, water, electricity, and the food she put in everyone's mouth besides her own.
Manaia couldn't study properly because of the corruption that clouded her mind. Too many assessments, exams, work, just everything. And there was no way she was going to study in a full classroom, so she asked her teacher if she could go down to the library and into a study room with her two friends.
She hums a quiet tune to herself and looks over to Sione, right before she pokes her best friend in the rib. He jumps at the ticklish feeling.
"Ow! What do you want, dick?" Sione glares at her, poking her back in the side.
She gives him a teasingly smile, "Do you still have that Nutella sandwich you saved? Can I have it?"
Sione pretends to think, his eyes going everywhere but at Manaia. "Hm... no, fuck you," he laughs and puts his whole hand on Manaia's face to push her away slightly.
To this, Manaia groans. Her hand on his wrist to push it away, "But we share everything," hugging his arm to persuade him further.
"Fine. Gimme your apple raspberry cordial and I'll give you my sandwich."
He pulls out a white bread cling-wrapped sandwich and hands it to Manaia mindlessly.
David who mindlessly did his work across the pair had taken out his earphones, "Ay? Cunt, you said I could have it before!"
"Yeah, but you didn't wanna give me your koko alaisa your mum made yesterday."
"You only wanted it 'cause my mum touched the container, you fucking weirdo."
Sione sighs, "You are the wrecker of a man's dreams."
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You told me it was Nutella!!" Manaia tries to say with a stuffed mouth, her mouth was full of chewed-on processed meat, lettuce, cheese and tomato. Her eyes seemed to turn glossy, her heart full of guilt at the accidental break of her fasting. Her breathing was irregular. She had disobeyed. She hadn't listened. She can never do anything right, can she?
"The fuck do you mean?!" Sione yells.
He takes the bread out of her hands. He gave her the wrong fucking one. Manaia had bit into it without even looking, overborne by the thought of hunger.
The yell of her male friend had shifted into multiple, distorted shouts.
"Why wouldn't you look at it before biting into it?!"
"Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"
Something she always wanted to avoid when she was around her group of loud friends.
"Sione, grab that box of tissues and the bin so she can spit it out!"
"Don't you yell at me! You watch your mouth before I throw you and your stupid kids out!"
"Don't you touch my kids with your unfaithful hands! Get out! Get the fuck out!"
Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.
"Sione, what the fuck?!" David chimes in.
"SPIT IT OUT!" Sione yells.
Without thinking, Sione sticks his hand out just as Manaia spits every single content onto his palm. Spit and all.
"WHY'D YOU SPIT IT ON MY HAND?" Sione gags at the sight, his eyes avert from his hand as he sees drool falling onto the floor.
"I-I'm sorry.. I didn't know what to do!" her lip quivers, her breathing is shaky.
Manaia wipes her teary eyes before the boys would notice, too taken aback at the glob in Sione's hand.
"So you spit on it?" he glares back at the shorter girl.
"I'm sorry!" she cries a little louder. She hides her face in her palms as she takes in deep breaths.
Her stuttering breaths was something Sione had noticed in comparision to David who was frantic in finding a box of tissues. He inhales a sighs, "It's- I'm sorry, Manaia. Just give me a minute."
He walked over to a rubbish bin that stood near the study room door they were in. David rushed to him and wiped off the remains while pouring water he had onto the other boy's hand.
Sione glances over to Manaia who has a small pout on her face, her cheeks slighter tinted. "Is it okay if you get my phone back up in class? I left it on my desk," Sione lies through his teeth.
David nods and leaves the study room.
Sione is slow with making his way over to his best friend. "I'm sorry for yelling. I really am."
Manaia sniffles. Snot running down her nose. Sione laughs but stops when Manaia glares at him.
"You're such an egg, Naia," he places an arm around her shoulder, his free hand going under his shirt to pull it up, bringing it up to Manaia's face.
"Ew," Manaia whispers.
"Just do it, David finished the tissues."
Manaia sniffles once more before wiping her face all over his white shirt.
Manaia was far too flustered to ever bring up that embarrassing moment down at the library from yesterday. She had made Sione swear to it. She was too engrossed by the loud music that blasted through her earphones and the disgusting thought of ever touching meat for the rest of the few weeks that were to come.
"Just promise you won't tell anyone I spewed on your hand?"
"Bro, promise, you've been saying this for the past 10 minutes."
"Hey."
Miguel stares down at Manaia mindlessly from across the table. He stood tall, dressed from head to toe in school uniform. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he avoids her doe eyes that stare up at him.
Manaia shakes her head, rushed out of thought. She takes out one of her earphones to further listen. "Hi, Miguel," Manaia smiles, looking around to see the class they were in was empty. Her blasting music must've distracted her enough to not notice everyone leave. "Are you okay?"
Miguel shifts his weight from one foot to another, he attempts to distract himself from looking at her too much, "I'm fine, thank you for asking, Manaia."
Manaia hums, now waiting for the boy that stood in front of him to continue, but he just stares mindlessly.
"Hm, it's alright," Manaia spoke, tucking a strand behind her ear after she begins to pack her equipment away. Miguel noticed fatigue had slowly grown on her throughout the days, only not as much weeks prior.
Without speaking, Miguel is quick to make his way around the table and sit on the chair beside her. "I just wanted to talk to you."
Manaia feels her heart swell at the closeness of his body next to hers. She missed talking to him, but she felt like Miguel had grown distant. Mainly towards her. She was going to endure every moment with him.
No, she wasn't going to try and scooch closer to Miguel and remember the smell of his warm, musky cologne that lingered around even when he wasn't present. And no, she wasn't going to switch the side of where her sei laid in her hair to show off more of her beauty to him. No, no, no, why would she do that?
"Mhm, you can talk to me about anything, Miguel," she says, her voice ever so smooth. Miguel wishes to listen to her talk through day and night.
"I heard from Sio..." his lips form a thin line, internally punching himself in the gut, "-the grapevine that you can't eat meat."
Manaia groans, her hands cover her face. She feels her cheeks heat up, "That idiot!"
"He only told me you can't eat meat, that's all he said, I promise," he says lowly to calm her down.
"He blurted out that something happened in the library and that you can't eat meat for a while, he didn't want to tell me anything else." And the truth Miguel speaks. Sione was dumb, but still loyal to his main companion.
Manaia looks away not fully convinced.
Miguel reaches into his black bag, pulling out a purple container.
"I packed Gabriel lunch but he didn't take it, so I wondered if you'd take it instead?" Miguel asks reassuringly, a white lie lingering on his tongue.
"Are you sure I'm allowed to have it?"
Miguel nods his head with a smile, "Very sure, Manaia."
They faced each other, Miguel's arm had propped onto the table, lengthy, veiny hand placed on the container. Manaia's workbook was long gone pushed to the side, her arm parallel to Miguel's. Their fingers itch to reach out to the other. In contrast to Miguel's cold hands, Manaia's warm hand slowly lifts, leaving a sweat mark on the table from her nervosity, and is on top of Miguel's.
Miguel smiles, and she shyly smiles back.
"I've missed talking to you, Miguel," Manaia bites back a giggle when she sees Miguel avert his gaze with a small grin on his face. He coughs back a shy laugh.
"I guess Gabriel just loves stealing you away from me. You keep letting him win."
Manaia's smile falters slightly, "I don't understand what you're getting at. I don't want to be talked to so I can be won over. I want you to talk to me because you want to talk to me."
"Yes, of course, Manaia, I want to talk with you and hangout. It's just, you know, you never really want to hangout with me."
"I do, I swear I do. I feel like you give me the cold shoulder when I'm around you. Do you not like me? Is there something I've done-" Manaia's eyebrows furrow, the warmth of her hand long gone from Miguel's.
"I can never not like you, Manaia. You're just around my brother a lot and-"
The stunned girl is confused, "What does he have to do with anything? I'm not together with him, or anything like that."
"You both are close and I don't want to ruin whatever you might have."
"Have you ever thought that maybe "whatever" Gabriel and I have might be something that I want with-"
Manaia's phone goes off, her screen faced right up as it glows.
*buzz buzz buzz*
gabri <33 is calling you !
gabri <33 has left you a message !
gabri <33: i got detention during halfway thru the break, i'll see you later in class beautiful girl
That idiot. That fucking idiot, Miguel thinks. Even when he wasn't here, he had to ruin things either way.
"What were you going to say?"
Manaia plays off his question and packs her things. What she could grab from the table was thrown into her bag.
"Nothing, it's stupid. I should've stuck by what you said weeks ago."
A girl can only dream of having a full 8 hours of sleep.
Manaia opened the door to her house slowly so as not to have it creak loud to wake up her younger brother. Her shift was terrible as always. Stupid customers, stupid teammates, stupid everything.
She's greeted with the sight of her mother looking in front of her, entranced by the large TV that was turned off. Bottles of the cheapest beer she could find were laid out everywhere. Dried-up tears ran through her cakey attempt at makeup, smudged mascara rubbed against her eyes. The armchair of the single chair her mother sat on had a spill on it.
Manaia puts her work bag down, and sighs. She walks over to her mother before sitting down in front of her on the ground, her legs criss cross.
Her hand lifts and hesitates to touch and comfort her mother, so she stops and leaves her hands at her legs.
"Mum?" Manaia calls out sweetly, "Are you okay?"
Manaia manages to not whince when her mother glares down at her.
"Siana, sorry," she gulps. "Siana, are you okay?"
Siana meets Manaias gaze. Her wrinkly hands tremble as she leans down, they're close to meeting Manaia's face. To this, Manaia sucks in a breath and hopes that what was to come was only for a short moment, just for a change unlike how they were before.
But her heartbeat softens when her mother's hands hold her cheeks in a way she's longed for. Siana's thumbs caress her cheeks, and her ragged breath fans over Manaia's face. Manaia leans into the warmth of her mother's touch, and then her mother speaks with a broken voice.
"Ese le aulelei o la'u kama." [my boy is so beautiful.]
Manaia sighs, "I'm a girl, Siana."
"You're not my Johnny?"
Manaia's lip quivers, and tears brim in her eyes. "No, I'm your daughter."
"Hm," Siana nods her head in disappointment. She tsks and lets go of her daughter's face.
Manaia itches to reach for her hands, yearns for the warmth, but she can only wish.
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🐂🌹🌵
His name is Tiagele’a.
l’ll protection to the village from Areslla’s orders. Because he created me.
Thank you for my little sister asked to me :)
When i was four years old, I remember I drew of my favorite this is the legend of Areslla is Samoa. that’s why I love plant and flowers.
Her name is Sunflower Firelight.
Age: 13
Height: 5'7"
Country: New Zealand
Speak language: Maori and NZSL.
Special: half-plant (Lava), half-fire, half-monster
Disability: Deaf and hard of hearing
Personilty: Sweet, excited, happiness, Bliss, loving, coolest, calm, fearless and respectful.
Likes: Cookie, Fresh, plant friends, great-grandpa's storytelling, Loving the family support each other, hangout, reading, drawing and Poisonous (stranger).
Dislikes: enemy of some people who bullied me, bothering me, gossip, puppet and steak
Siblings: sister (6) and brother (5)
Parents: Hana (Mother) and N. Firelight (father)
Grandfather: Benaie A. Firelight
Great-grandparent: Pavie D. Firelight and Kulei Firemonster
Bio: Later
sad story
Humanity as Vein’s five children
Human as Warrior’s younger siblings (Fraternal Twin)