Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

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Hands around the steering wheel with soft white knuckles, tapping of a finger against it, wind pushing past open windows and into the chamber of Sunspot's running thoughts; Pushing out scattered voices, allowing room to decipher the loudest voices. 

Or at least the greatest question to ask a god. 

What is it that you intend?

The question runs through his mind as the car slowly picks up speed. Traversing across the map from where he landed. A race against time as the number of players dwindle down within the solo match. Rapid firing in the distance sounding no more than page turning. 

Stepping on dirt and dry grass as it brushed against his shoes brings a crisp inhale into his lungs. His mind catching up with the movement and his sight. 

Brawler's Battle Ground. 

Taking a quick glance of his surroundings all is quiet. The air is still, for once the savanna's warmth brings Sunspot to roll up his sleeves as he makes his way in. A rock here, a pebble there, the cracks seemed all the more prominent than before. A desperate attempt to focus his mind away from his anxieties. 

Until his eyes land on the statue of Ares. 

Picking up the statue Sunspot turns it in his hands. Its pose seemed different than other times; instead of being rather heroic with a no-funny-business feel to it, an arm is reaching out. Waiting for another to fill its hand as he gently tosses between his hold. 

Taking a breath he places a foot behind him, leaning his weight on it before throwing the figure onto the ground. His sight lifts as he hears the tale-tale sound of thunder-

-Without henchmen.

There with an outstretched arm stands Aries. 

"No fight today?" Signs Sunspot, staying in his place. 

Ares keeps his hand out as the clanking of his armors follows each step down the steps of where he stands. "No need.  What you look for isn't a fight, nor glory." 

Ares stature towers over Sunspot, an arm's length away naturally.

"What you look for is answers...honor." Sunspot slowly brings a hand up as he views the friendly gesture. Instead of a handshake he gently pushes the god's hand away, his other reaching for the emblem around his neck.

"So you knew I would come back to ask about this." 

"Eventually," Ares replies with a tilt of the head. 

"Why?"

"It's destined as we planned." Sunspot feels his head lighten for a moment.

"But why give me this?" His hands waver. "Burning heat when there's -"

"Love?" Ares finishes his sentence. 

"Why give a gift so cruel?" Sunspot tosses the medallion at Ares' feet. 

"It does not mean to be." Picking up the medallion, the god's hand brushes away any dirt on it. Hands that have been stained with blood show such care. 

"It can be warm, help one survive the coldest of winters. But much like love," Ares walks past Sunspot, "keeping something so close to the heart can bring scorching pain." 

The medallion is lifted to reflect the light of the sun. Sunspot squints every time the glint stings his eyes.

Sunspot pulls his jacket closer to his body despite the warmth. "Does that mean I'll hurt them?" 

"Of course you will." Coldness seems to permiate through Sunspot's body. His gaze grows firm."We only know of what may happen. We gods can bestow things blessed with what we wish to see and I wish to see you for the better, friend." 

Nodding, Sunspot's expression does not budge.

"You do not belive me." The medallion is once again placed around Sunspot's neck.

"It doesn't make this, make any more sense than it has." He touches the gold metal against his chest, cold as he is. 

"Think of it as..." Ares ponders for a moment, "A wingman."

Sunspot cracks a smile. 

"The warmer it is, keep in mind how vulnerable the moment can be,"

"How perfect it can be," Sunspot's smile grows.

"Love comes in many forms, friend. Remember to asses how to act on it." An arm is wrapped around Sunspot's shoulder in an embrace. "This may not be my area of expertise, you need to go to Aphrodite on that, but I know a thing or two."

"One more thing," Sunspot raises, "Was this set up? " A shy smile crosses his face as a boastful laugh roars from Ares.

"Trust me, I'm not one to play matchmaker, simply a spectator" Sunspot's shoulder relax, legs giving out at the relief of the information. 

"You guys need a rule book on what you can and can't be involved in." He punches the god's armored leg. Instantly regretting it as he shakes his hand from the pain.

"Would be it that bad? They're quite the personality."

"Yes!" Sunspot shoots up. "Very much!"

"Well..." Ares claps his hands together once. "It was good seeing you!" 

With a boom of thumber and lightening the god is gone, leaving Sunspot to sign into non-sense. Kicking a stone into the distance as he pulls on his ray. 

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