In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, FRIENDSHIPS, LIES AND MYSTERY.
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jj maybank x female oc
(Season 1 - Season 4)
Outer Banks - JJ Maybank fanfiction. I don't own anything related to Outer Banks. I only own my cha...
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Life on their island wasn't always easy. There were days when the sea refused to give up its bounty, leaving them staring at empty nets, the hunger gnawing at their stomachs. The sun sometimes blazed in the sky with unrelenting intensity, turning their skin to burn and sweat to drip in torrents. The luxury of a real roof, four walls, and the familiar hum of a warm bed had long since faded from their memories, replaced by the harshness of nature and the stubborn resilience of survival.
Avery, in particular, had begun to question whether it was worth it—the treasure they had come for. Sure, they had made it through the past few weeks, cobbling together makeshift shelters and finding ways to comfort themselves with the little they had. But was all of this hardship really worth it? The prospect of treasure seemed increasingly distant, like a fading mirage on the horizon.
Her gaze shifted, drawn to JJ. He was busy tying their makeshift Poguelandia flag to a tree, a scrap of cloth he had found somewhere on the island. His hands worked with a deliberate sense of purpose, the knot a reflection of his unwavering determination. The flag, with its ridiculous chicken sporting a coconut bra and smoking a joint while wearing Crocs, seemed absurd, yet it made her smile. It was exactly as he had described it—a symbol of rebellion, of turning an island of isolation into their personal paradise.
JJ had embraced this life with a kind of carefree exuberance Avery couldn't quite understand, but found herself quietly admiring. While she felt the weight of what they'd lost—their old life, their families, the easy comforts—he had found a way to thrive, to mold this foreign place into something that felt like home. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't easy, but JJ showed her that there was beauty in turning the wreckage of their old life into something new. The island wasn't just a place to survive—it was a canvas. And they were the artists.
He was a true survivalist, a force of nature in his own right. Avery, on the other hand, was still learning, still trying to piece together the necessary skills, the knowledge she had never needed before. JJ had taught her how to fashion a fishing spear from a simple stick, showing her that even the most rudimentary tools could become instruments of survival. Today, as they sat on the warm sand of the beach, preparing for their fishing session, the anticipation of a meal filled the air.
"Rescued? From what? From..." JJ gestured around them with a proud grin, his eyes bright and alive with excitement. "From paradise? I'm not going back, ever."
Avery couldn't help but laugh softly, her heart lightening at the familiar exuberance in his voice. She knew how much JJ loved it here. And, despite her lingering doubts and homesickness, she had come to realize that, in its own strange way, she loved it too. They weren't running anymore, not from anything. They weren't in danger—they were just living, one day at a time.
"I mean, look around. We got everything we need. Right here."
She glanced around them—at the endless expanse of sand stretching to the horizon, at the shimmering blue of the ocean, at the towering trees that provided shade and shelter. The sound of seagulls crying overhead, the gentle rush of the wind against the water as it created perfect waves—it was all a kind of peace, a serene rhythm far removed from the chaos they had once known.
