A Place To Go

A Place to Go

[The Owl House] Amity Blight x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.02k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Yelling, crying, general angst, Odalia being Odalia, and talk of an unsafe home environment.

[A/N]: Here's story 1/3 for Amity!

P.S. the reader / [Y/N] / you essentially replace Luz in the story. It doesn't change how anything plays out, I just figured I should mention it to explain the relationship.

Enjoy!

“Amity, I don’t care about whatever it is you think is more important than your schoolwork, but this is unacceptable! You’re hardly trying anymore, for Titan’s sake. Are you trying to make me look bad?” Odalia sneered down at her youngest daughter, waving Amity’s report card in front of her face to show her recent grades. “Mom, I still have almost all A’s! I don’t see why that’s such a bad thing to you,” she hollered in return, glancing to the side to find Edric and Emira peering in anxiously from the doorway. “Almost isn’t good enough, dear. You know that. You’re doing so much worse than you ever have. I feel like you’re doing this intentionally,” came her mother’s retort.

Amity sighed and ran her hands down her face, already beginning to feel the anger boiling and bubbling up to the surface. “Mom, I’m not intentionally doing anything. I’ve just been…distracted is all.” Odalia scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her free hand came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “So I’ve noticed.” Her mother then grumbled something underneath her breath, glancing back over the sheet of paper in her hand before handing it over to one of the Abominations that stood in place of a servant. “Ever since that human came to the Isles, it seems you’ve been distracted every day. Honestly, I don’t see what interests you so much about her. She’s beneath us, Amity. You know that.”

The twins winced at the statement, watching as their younger sister tensed up and visibly grew irritated. They glanced at each other, silently wondering how they could step in without escalating the situation even further. “How dare you talk about her that way?” Amity yelled in return, stepping forward. “You know nothing about her! She’s actually the one who’s been listening to me and making me genuinely happy!” Odalia’s eyebrow perked up as she thought for a moment. She hummed with a knowing smirk.

“Is that so? So she’s the one who has been distracting you from your responsibilities? I suppose your father and I will just have to do something about her in that case.”

Amity’s body froze, her blood running cold as she stammered. “Y-You wouldn’t. You can’t! She’s all I have!” “All you have? Amity, have you forgotten all I’ve done for you? I gave you a name, a title, a reason for others to fear you. I gave you power and status! You’d be nothing without me, and you know it. [Y/N] is nothing but a pest who needs to be squashed. If that’s what it takes for you to return to normal, then so be it.”

Trembling harshly, Amity stepped back and tangled her hands together in an attempt to steady them and ground herself. “But…I don’t want to be feared,” she whispered. “I-I don’t want to have power and status if it means I can only use it for something bad.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and sucked in a shuttered breath. “[Y/N] treats me with the respect you never have,” she started again after a moment of silence, finally looking back up to her mother to look her in the eye as she forced her confidence once more.

“[Y/N] is a better person than you’ll ever be.”

Odalia gasped at that, her features contorting as she grew infuriated with her youngest daughter’s attempt to fight back. “Amity, you have no right to speak to me that way. And how would you even know that? It’s not like she means anything to you.”

“She means everything to me! She’s my girlfriend!”

Her hands came up to clasp themselves over her mouth as she gasped. She didn’t want to tell her mother about her relationship with [Y/N]--she knew she’d be disowned for being involved with someone her mother saw as inferior. Had she ruined everything? What if she had to break up with her? She let her gaze drop down to the floor. If that’s what she had to do to make sure [Y/N] was safe, she would, but she knew how painful it would be. There had to be a way to avoid her getting hurt.

“Girlfriend? Oh, no, Amity. You’re mistaken. You can’t date someone so far beneath us. We’ll find you a new girlfriend–one who’s better suited to be with you.” Amity’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding painfully against each other as her arms dropped back down to her side. “And how do you know who would be suited to be my girlfriend? You don’t know what I need.” Odalia faked a laugh. “Oh, but I do, dear. You need someone who will benefit your place in the world. Someone who will better our reputation.”

Finally, Amity lunged forward and snatched her report card from the servant, glancing over it before holding it back up to show her mother. “If your reputation is all you care about, and you don’t care about me being happy, then I don’t want any part of it.” In a swift movement, she tore the paper in two, then let it fall to the ground beneath her feet. Her eyes never left her mother’s, however, which narrowed. They stared at each other for a moment, the tension in the air growing thicker with each passing second.

At length, Odalia sighed and crossed her arms. “Very well. I can always find a better replacement. Feel free to stay here if you’d like, but don’t bother taking any pride in your little stunt. Either way, [Y/N] will be punished for ruining your future.” Amity growled in frustration. “She didn’t ruin my future, she is my future! All you do is cause problems! I hate that I have to live here with you! You’re the only reason I don’t enjoy having the name Blight,” she hollered as loudly as she could, then spinning around on her heel to turn and storm off.

After she made it to the front parlor, she heard her mother start to bicker again. She picked up her pace quickly before sprinting out the door. She had no plan on where to go–she had never tried to run away before. She knew it was only a matter of time before someone found her and forced her to go back to living at the Blight Manor–she knew that–but she just wanted to get away for enough time to clear her head.

Tears blurred her vision, making it almost impossible to see where she was going as they spilled from her eyes in thick masses. She wiped furiously at her eyes, sniffling and hiccuping. The late hour certainly wasn’t helping: the sun hadn’t quite set all the way yet, but with every passing minute, the world around her grew darker.

In an attempt to calm herself down, she thought of where she could go. Her first thought was her hideout at the library, though that idea was quickly shut down. She knew that was one of the first places her family would look.

There had to be somewhere else she could go.

There was no way she was going to run to Boscha’s house, or any of her old friends for that matter. None of them would comfort her the way she needed. Her family would also look there anyway, so there was no point. In the midst of her thinking and weeping, she had sent a text through her scroll at some point, though she couldn’t quite make out whatever it was she had typed.

After several minutes of running in a random direction, Amity came to a halt, huffing and panting heavily as she hunched over to rest her hands on her knees. Her eyes closed, already growing weary from the tears that had barely dried while streaking against her face. Where could she go?

Where would her mother not look for a while?

Where could she go to feel understood and safe?

Her eyes shot open after a moment, her mind screaming at her feet to start moving again. She managed to pace herself in a light jog, eventually realizing it wouldn’t get her where she needed to be for a long while. She brought her hands up to cup the sides of her mouth as she hollered out. “Ghost! I need a ride,” she called out. Her palisman took a moment, but finally made it. Amity summoned her staff and quickly hopped on, flying off as quickly as possible.

She didn’t know how she hadn’t thought of it immediately: The Owl House was definitely a place she could go to whenever she needed, and unless her siblings ratted her out for it, Odalia would never think to even check that place for a while. She’d have at least a few days to recollect herself.

Another round of sniffles sounded from her as she mumbled where she wanted to go to Ghost, who flew even faster in that direction. It had only taken a few minutes for them to make it, though it felt like hours had passed to Amity. She hopped off of her staff and managed to run to the door, ignoring Hooty’s greetings and heading inside. Eda and King both asked what was going on, though all Amity could hear was ringing. Her body felt like it was going to collapse at any moment, and all she wanted to do was hold [Y/N] before that happened.

Racing up the stairs, Amity stumbled hurriedly to [Y/N]’s bedroom door, shoving it open and struggling to catch her balance as her eyes searched the room frantically. She sighed once her gaze met [Y/N]’s. A choked sob quickly forced its way through her lips as she walked forward and fell into the girl’s embrace. There were so many things on her mind that she wanted to talk about, but none of them came out coherently.

[Y/N] gently shushed her and told her to take her time. “Just breathe for me right now, okay?” Amity nodded and sniffled, squeezing [Y/N] in return as she struggled to steady her breath again. The feeling of her girlfriend’s arms around her torso was the only thing keeping her grounded to reality. That, and the sound of [Y/N] whispering soft words of reassurance beside her ear while she rocked her back and forth in a soothing manner.

Eventually, Amity managed to calm herself enough to start talking about what had happened. [Y/N] listened intently as she ranted, only speaking here and there to show that she was listening. After a good half hour of speaking, Amity crumbled into herself once the two of them sat on the bed. “I-I just don’t understand why her name is more important to her than her actual children. Why does she think her reputation matters more than me?”

[Y/N] could feel her heart shattering at her words. She pulled Amity into another hug. “I…I don’t know, Amity. I really don’t. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every child deserves a parent who will love them and keep only their best interest in mind, but not every parent deserves a child, especially if they aren’t willing to put in the effort it takes to help them feel loved.” She leaned back to look Amity in the eye. Her hands came up to gently cup her face, and she could feel her heart throbbing again as the girl in front of her could only close her eyes and lean into the touch.

“You deserve so much more, Amity. You deserve everything you want. I hope one day your mom realizes that.” Amity hiccuped and began to cry again. Her head lowered, allowing her to bury her face in her hands. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry again.” Gently, [Y/N] lifted Amity’s head and moved her hands. She cupped her face once more before letting the pads of her thumbs stroke her face to wipe her tears away.

Another sniffle came from Amity before she opened her eyes. She glanced up at [Y/N] and smiled weakly. “No, it’s not you. I just…you have no idea how badly I’ve needed to hear someone who isn’t my family say that. Thank you.”

The two shared a smile. After a moment or two, [Y/N] leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Amity’s forehead before speaking. “You look exhausted. Why don’t we get some sleep? There’ll be plenty of time to figure things out in the morning, okay?” A small nod was her response. The two of them then shuffled around for a bit to get the room more comfortable. The lights were turned off, and multiple blankets and pillows were brought in to provide a larger sense of comfort.

They laid down on the floor, bundling up underneath the blankets and facing one another. [Y/N] grabbed ahold of Amity’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, whispering a few more words before letting her eyes flutter shut. Several moments passed, but Amity was struggling to fall asleep peacefully. Every time her eyes closed, she thought of what would possibly happen to [Y/N] if her mother ever got ahold of her.

After gathering a small amount of courage, she scooted forward towards [Y/N] and rested her head against the girl’s chest. [Y/N] tensed at the feeling, looking down at her. She never asked why she moved closer, almost instantly understanding what was happening. Amity finally managed to fall asleep after focusing on the sound of her girlfriend’s heart beating behind her ribs. She counted the beating until she crashed. Considering all that had happened that night, she managed to have a relatively decent dream, her mind finally processing that she was safe at the Owl House.

She wished she could call this place her home instead of Blight Manor.

Maybe she could talk to [Y/N] about it when they woke up. She knew her girlfriend would be on board with her living there for the time being, but she would also need to make sure that Eda and King would be okay with it as well.

She’d have to wait until she woke up the next morning.

“Alright, that’s all for today. Remember there’s an extra credit assignment that’ll be due next week if anyone chooses to do it.” After the teacher made final announcements for the day, the students in class began to pack their things back up. Amity smiled at the thought of going home. She gathered her belongings and waited patiently for the bell to go off. Her eyes shut as her palm supported the weight of her head, propping her arm up against the table as she remained in her seat.

“Hey, Amity! Think you could help us with the extra credit this weekend?” Skara suddenly quipped, making Amity jump and look over at her as she and Boscha made their way over. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she smiled. “Ah, no, sorry. I’m not gonna do it this time. I just want to stay home and relax for a while.” Boscha’s eyebrows raised before a look of confusion crossed her face. “You aren’t doing the extra credit?”

Amity’s eyes squinted a bit at her. “Why? Is that such a bad thing?” Her tone came across a little more aggressive than she intended, but she didn’t have a visible reaction to it. Boscha shrugged. “No, I just don’t remember the last time you skipped doing anything for extra credit. Can’t blame you though,” she waved her hand with an exasperated expression. “The assignments are always boring anyway.” Amity only hummed, not contributing to the conversation any further.

Finally, the bell screamed throughout each class, echoing down the hallways. Amity beamed brightly and stood up, ignoring the surprised and confused glances from the others as she rushed out the door.

She made her way out the main doors of Hexide, summoning Ghost at her side before flying off to the Owl House. She landed relatively swiftly before jogging inside, finding that [Y/N] had already made it home before her and set up her phone to binge watch the shows she had been begging Amity to try watching for weeks. Amity smiled wider and laughed, gently discarding her school supplies before joining her girlfriend on the sofa.

They bundled up together under the blankets that had been set out, snuggling against each other before [Y/N] started the show. Amity grinned as [Y/N] laughed at a joke here and there, sighing contentedly as she leaned further against her girlfriend. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening in the show–and she definitely didn’t get any of the references made–but she was enjoying it anyway.

Something about the way [Y/N] held her and talked so passionately about what was playing on her phone made Amity feel safe and wouldn’t let her stop smiling. She had never felt this happy at the Manor. And although she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay here forever, she was glad her mother agreed to let her live there until the Day of Unity, though she didn’t appreciate the way she had explained why she was allowing it.

She ignored that though, and instead found herself falling even more in love with [Y/N] than ever before. Being able to spend every day together meant they could do everything together: go on dates, walk around town, crack bad jokes about what had been happening at school. Eda treated her like her mother never did, always making sure she was taken care of and keeping her best interests in mind. And King, although it wasn’t much of a surprise, became like a younger sibling to Amity. Anytime she was feeling upset and [Y/N] wasn’t there to make her smile, King found a way to make her laugh.

She loved every part of it, and she loved [Y/N], the girl who saved her from her lowest point in life and welcomed her into her new home with loving arms.

Shielded Devotion

[Resident Evil: Village] Daniela Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.01k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, punishment, Cassandra being her sadistic self, arguments, insecurities, death, and anxiety.

[A/N]: Here's Daniela's part for the continuation of Shielded! This is the final part for this short series. Bela and Cassandra's parts can be found here.

Enjoy!

 Rushed, hurried footsteps echoed their way through the halls, the sound of rough heels clacking against the floors making their presence known. A soft hiss of pain slipped past [Y/N]’s lips as she desperately searched for a secluded room to unwind in, a constant jabbing pain making her head throb at each small sound. It was hard for her to conceal her pain. She was trying her best to get away from everyone. The maids were running about the main floor, frantically trying to clean up every inch of the rooms, tidy and set up the dining room table, and prepare dinner all at once. And although [Y/N] was typically one to offer them help without hesitation, she couldn’t bring herself to intervene. The day had been long enough–all she wanted to do was rest.

First thing in the morning, several maids had rudely awoken her with their shrill screams as they raced to safety down the hall, desperately trying to avoid all three of the Dimitrescu sisters, who taunted them as they chased after them. She hadn’t figured out what had caused the audacious awakening, though she was too irritated and exhausted to bother finding out. She figured she would have been used to all of the cries of agony after willingly being there for so long, but it always seemed to startle her in more ways than one.

The girls had agreed to try and keep things away from her, due to them not wanting to disturb her, though it seemed that sometimes that promise had slipped their minds. She often found herself jumping and trying to calm her racing heart after hearing shrieking throughout multiple rooms of the estate. No matter how many times she tried to consistently brace herself for anything that could be deemed as unexpected, she always found herself being caught off guard with each and every loud noise, whether it came from an unfortunate man, woman, or something shattering.

As she drowsily got up to get dressed and ready for the day mere moments after the familiar screaming, Bela and both of her younger sisters began to knock loudly on her door. They asked repeatedly in whiny voices if they could come in and spend some time with her, begging her to join them for breakfast. She groaned, still only half-dressed as she hobbled over and cracked the door open far enough to peer at them. Before she could politely deny their offer, Daniela and Cassandra had shoved the doors open, striking her harshly–one hit her against the forehead, and the other cracked her against the chin. Bela yanked the two of them back by their cloaks, instantly scolding them for being so reckless. She tugged them back into the hallway and forced them away from the door while mumbling an apology for the intrusion.

She managed to finish pulling the rest of her clothes on before heading down to the kitchen to ice her head. After sneaking around each corner to ensure no one else was around to bother or hurt her, she wobbled all the way back upstairs into her bedroom, then into the bathroom that was connected to it, rummaging through her medical cabinet to find bandages. She hadn’t realized it until she was getting the ice, but the girls had pushed the doors open with enough force to cut and bruise the skin they had struck. She had bled all the way downstairs, and then all the way back upstairs. She felt like collapsing right then and there from the pain and fatigue.

She felt like she had stared into the mirror for hours after sticking the bandages on. She could only grimace at the dark, heavy bags underneath her bloodshot eyes. That, mixed with the swollen bumps already bruising beneath the bandaids, prompted her to let out an annoyed sigh. How had she gotten so tired? How long had she looked so…pathetic? She couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to the night she had protected all three Dimitrescu sisters two weeks prior. She wondered if that had been where this had all started. Surely she had looked exhausted beforehand, but she never felt that way–not as often as she was at that moment.

She had to refrain from slamming the medical cabinet closed again, instead begrudgingly counting to ten as she rubbed harshly at her weary eyes. She splashed frigid water onto her face before leaving the safety and security of her bedroom. It took every ounce of strength to tear her eyes from her bed, which was screaming for her to lie back down and get the rest she knew she needed. The same mattress that was usually too rigid and cold for her to get a good night’s rest seemed so welcoming and soft. “You have to get through the day. If you do, that bed will feel even more comforting than it would now,” she repeated to herself, struggling to muster up any form of motivation.

During lunch, Cassandra and Bela had gotten into yet another huge argument over something minor, in which Daniela somehow got unwillingly dragged into. As things began to escalate rather rapidly, the youngest daughter–known for behaving childish at any given opportunity–had taken a handful of what remained of the dish in front of her and hurled it violently at Cassandra, who froze before angrily swiping the muck off her face, growling loudly, and lunging herself at her sister. Bela did her best to restrain her, seemingly feral and unhinged, sister while their mother, Alcina, could only watch with a heavy groan as she remained seated in her designated chair and rubbed her eyes tiredly. [Y/N] was eventually brought into the room to step in between the two younger siblings and convince them to calm down as Bela pulled them apart. Alcina had requested her specifically after several years of seeing how well she was able to tolerate the three.

[Y/N] had let her guard down eventually, though it was quickly spiked back up. Cassandra, being as stubborn as she was, didn’t want to be the one who had lost the argument–and full-on fight. Just as [Y/N] was moving to step out of the room, Daniela had heaved her back to stand in front of her like a human shield. Before she had the chance to ask why she had done that, Cassandra had thrown another handful of food heftily in her direction, though it was clear by her reaction that she was aiming towards her baby sister’s face. It splattered against [Y/N]’s instead, making the entire room go silent in surprise. Cassandra gasped silently and stepped back, snarling a bit as Daniela began to cackle. Bela could only groan in pure annoyance.

Upon her mother’s orders, Bela led [Y/N] out of the room and into the nearest restroom to wash her face off. She flew back upstairs and retrieved a clean pair of clothes for her to change into before returning to the dining room to attempt to get her sisters under control. After temporarily succeeding, Alcina tasked [Y/N] with cleaning all three of her daughters up separately. The four of them spoke to one another as the young maid helped bathe them and comb their hair.

Bela vented about how she wished her sisters could act a little more mature, and how she wished they didn’t drag [Y/N] into everything they possibly could. It was a breath of fresh air to hear that [Y/N] felt the same way, both of them laughing as she cracked a small joke about being used as a human shield.

Cassandra whined about how “bratty” her younger sister could be, always acting childish and making things worse. [Y/N] did her best to reason with the middle child, explaining that things wouldn’t have escalated if she hadn’t jumped at her. After a while of trying to defend herself, Cassandra sighed and agreed that she shouldn’t have reacted so poorly.

Daniela couldn’t help but laugh each time the image of [Y/N]’s face covered in food that had been unintentionally chucked her way flashed through her mind. She pouted, however, when [Y/N] scolded her gently. “You sound just like Bela sometimes,” she mumbled, though she ultimately admitted that she may have acted a little ridiculously.

A few hours before dinner, [Y/N] had finally convinced herself that she needed, and deserved, a break. She couldn’t think of a specific place where she’d be alone, mainly due to her head feeling heavy with pain. She wandered through each room, searching for somewhere secluded where she wouldn’t have to deal with any of the other maids or the Dimitrescu sisters.

She slipped through the large doors leading from the dining room to the foyer. For a moment, the other maids in the den seemed to be calm enough for her to stay put, but things began to escalate at the sound of one of the plates falling to the floor and shattering back towards the kitchen. She groaned, already aware of where the situation was headed. Within moments, faint, distant buzzing began to roar. Soon after, [Y/N] didn’t have to strain her ears much to hear a struggle–one of the maids, likely the one who had dropped the plate, was crying out desperately, repeatedly sobbing out apologies. Three pairs of feet stomped their way into the dining room, and then out to the den, the doors flying open and slamming against the walls. [Y/N] and the other women in the room jumped at the sound, all twirling around to stare in uniform surprise.

“Cassandra, let her go, for god’s sake!” Bela hollered as she chased after her sister. Cassandra, being as aggressive as she is, had grabbed the maid roughly by the arm upon learning she had been the one to drop the plate, yanking her out to throw her out. “No, she can’t just get away with that without some form of punishment! Otherwise, the maids wouldn’t be as cautious with our belongings as they are,” Cassandra retorted. A growl erupted from the back of the eldest daughter’s throat. “Cass, seriously! For one thing, the closest entrance to the dungeon is back there,” she sneered, her hand flying to the side to point towards the doors the two had just bursted through. “And for another, we’re already running out of maids as it is. We don’t need to just keep slaughtering them at every inconvenience.” Her golden eyes snapped towards [Y/N] before returning to the two in front of her.

Cassandra parted her lips to snap back at her older sister, but the familiar sound of her mother’s heels clicking closer from upstairs halted her thoughts. She froze momentarily before clearing her throat. Both she and Bela watched as Alcina descended the stairs partway.

While any other woman living in the castle would have received a cold, piercing glare from the matriarch, Bela and Cassandra only got one of pure exhaustion and slight annoyance. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a short sigh. “Girls, please. I don’t want to hear the two of you yelling so frequently. What happened?” Bela stepped forward a bit and silently cleared her throat before replying. “I apologize, mother. This maid accidentally dropped a plate, and Cassandra’s first reaction was to try to punish her. Although I’m sure you know how her “punishments” tend to go. I was trying to stop her from doing so. We didn’t mean to make a commotion.” Alcina glanced between the two women before her gaze finally landed on the trembling woman still being held in place by Cassandra’s tight grip on her arm.

“Bela is right, Cassandra. We can’t afford to lose any more of our staff. Leave her be–I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen.” Trying to desperately say something in defense of herself, Cassandra stammered. She glanced at her sister, then up at her mother, and then down to the maid still in her grasp. She sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly in defeat as her hold on the woman’s arm dropped. She bowed her head towards her mother. “Of course, mother. I apologize. It…won’t happen again.”

Smirking in satisfaction, Bela glanced to try and search for [Y/N] again, only to be met with the blank space where she was just moments ago. A look of confusion crossed her features, though her attention quickly returned to her mother once more.

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“Dear god,” [Y/N] groaned, rubbing her temples as she wandered further into the castle. It was no surprise to her that the one time she tried to find time for herself, there was more commotion than usual. She walked sluggishly toward the library. Bela and Cassandra were still down in the den, so Daniela was likely somewhere remotely close to them. In other words, she’d be alone in the quietest room available. Wincing slightly at the sound of the door creaking as she pushed it open, [Y/N] continued to move further into the room. She let out a small sigh of relief at the silence that filled the large space. It brought her a sense of comfort, and she could already feel her headache beginning to fade.

Her feet led her toward the nearest bookshelf, allowing her to reach out and graze the dusted spines of the books with her fingertips. She could feel the small creases and dents in the leather covers. “I guess reading could help me calm down a bit.” She circled the shelves for a moment, eventually finding a book that seemed interesting enough. She slid it out from its place on the wooden surface and sauntered to the center of the room, just under the skylight, allowing her to see the print and cover with ease. With a small flick of the wrist, the front cover of the book flipped open. She caught it in between her left index finger and thumb.

Slowly becoming absorbed in the book, [Y/N] failed to notice the distant, familiar buzzing in the room growing louder. It swirled around above her head, encircling the area like a vulture stalking its prey. As she flipped the page she was on to carry on with the next chapter, cold, gloved hands planted themselves on her shoulder and rocked her back and forth jerkily. “[Y/N]! How kind of you to visit me! Wanted to find a nice book to bundle up with, hm? How domestic of you,” Daniela cooed from behind her. The redhead leaned forward and let her bloodied lips graze [Y/N]’s ear. “Might I ask what story you’ve chosen to read, my precious little kitten?”

[Y/N] couldn’t help but jump slightly at the sudden presence of someone else. She twirled around too quickly and nearly stumbled backwards onto the floor. Daniela caught her, however, using her right arm to wrap around the girl’s waist, and her left hand to grasp her wrist. She stepped closer, smirking widely. “Oh, careful now. I’m flattered you’re falling for me, but please don’t hurt yourself in the process. That would be no fun,” she teased. She pulled [Y/N] upright onto her feet, though her hands remained where they were. “L-Lady Daniela! I apologize–I wasn’t…I didn’t know you were in here as well.” The redhead raised a brow, still grinning. “Oh? Where would I have been otherwise? You know very well this is where I spend most of my time.”

“I-I know that! I just figured y-you’d be down with your sisters,” the trembling girl replied shakily. Daniela playfully rolled her eyes. “I don’t follow them around all the time, you know. They don’t have me on a leash.” Her mischievous smirk returned as she once again leaned towards [Y/N]. Her face was merely inches from the other woman’s, allowing [Y/N] to feel her hot breath against her skin, as well as the cold blood from the youngest Dimitrescu sister’s lips splattering against her own. “Though, I will admit, I would absolutely love to see you on a leash.”

Now entirely flustered, [Y/N] stammered as she struggled to find something to say. Daniela couldn’t help but cackle at her reaction. She finally pulled back a bit from the girl, her fingers on the hand still holding [Y/N]’s wrist trailing up to her shoulder, then back down to her hand to slip the book out and examine it. “Now, what is it that you’re reading?” She hummed, tilting her head as she flipped the book around properly. She popped the cover back down and read the title, another smile reaching her lips. “Ah, you’ve chosen one of my favorites! I knew you loved me, but so much so that you take the same interests as me? How endearing!”

She turned the book over and read the back cover, then flipped through a couple of the first few pages, before closing it and returning it to [Y/N], who unsteadily reached out to grab hold of it again.

“I’m sure you’ll love it. Almost as much as you love me, princess,” Daniela murmured. She took [Y/N] by the wrists and tugged her forward. “Say, why don’t we read it together? We can cuddle up on the sofa while you read it aloud! It’ll be so romantic,” she swooned, twirling herself and [Y/N] around for a moment. “L-Lady Daniela, please–!” “Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, [Y/N]! Just call me Daniela, alright?” “A-Ah, alright. Could you–um–stop spinning me around? I’m getting a little too dizzy.” Daniela faked a look of hurt as she halted her movements. “Aw,” she whined. “You’re no fun.”

Daniela then swarmed herself around to stand behind [Y/N] and wrap her arms around her waist. She let her chin plant itself on the smaller woman’s shoulder before nuzzling her crimson-red smeared face into the crook of her neck. “It’s been so long since I’ve read this one. Will you read it to me?” She asked, giving a pouty lip with pleading eyes, even though she knew [Y/N] couldn’t see her expression from her standpoint. “Pretty please? I promise I won’t bite.” Her pointed canines, which she liked to refer to as fangs, then grazed [Y/N]’s soft, warm, tempting skin. “Well, not yet anyway,” she husked out in her trademark tone. Her warm breath panted against her with each word.

A chill ran down [Y/N]’s spine, making her visibly shudder with an equally shaky sigh. “I-I…I don’t know, L–” She cleared her throat, remembering the woman’s words just moments before. “Daniela. What if someone sees? Won’t they be…I don’t know, disgusted?” Daniela’s head perked up as she frowned. “Excuse me? What exactly is that supposed to mean? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” “What? No! It’s the opposite, actually…I figured you’d be embarrassed to be seen with me. That’s why I keep getting so anxious when you flirt with me the way you do. I know you kind of do it with everyone, but I’m worried you’ll be made fun of if it’s directed towards me.”

Daniela’s frown deepened. She stepped back to stand in front of [Y/N], gently cupping her face in her clothed hands. “Why on earth would I ever be made fun of for something like that? You’re an incredible woman, [Y/N]. Anyone who thinks otherwise is nothing but a fool.” Her left hand trailed up far enough to stroke the girl’s hair, tucking a few loose strands behind her ear.

Although she kept on a protective and calm facade, Daniela could feel her blood boiling underneath her skin. She knew that soon enough it would start to seep through her tone and begin to make itself known, no matter how hard she tried to fight it back.

“Has anyone told you the opposite? Was it one of the maids? One of my sisters? Oh, I’ll crush them for speaking so lowly of you. I’ll torment them nonstop and make their lives a living hell–” “Daniela, no one said anything. No one in this castle anyway, nor this village, as a matter of fact. I’ve just always,” she hesitated, taking the moment of silence to suck in a harsh, staggered breath. “I’ve always thought so lowly of myself. Ever since I was a child, I’ve put myself down left and right, always believing there was something I could do or say to be better. I was terrified of people thinking I was worthless. I still am, actually. It didn’t matter if they told me I was doing far more than enough–I kept telling myself that I was doing too little for them. I convinced myself I wasn’t worthy of love of any kind. I believed I had to have a reason–or some way to prove that–I deserve to exist.”

Daniela, although she tended to find this kind of thing an opportunity to be romantic, like in the stories she read, could feel her heart breaking into pieces at the thought of [Y/N] being so insecure of herself. How could such a wonderful, kind woman believe she had to have a reason to exist? How could she think she wasn’t enough? It befuddled her.

What was even more surprising to her was just how much she cared for this girl. She had never felt like this for anyone else before–even though she pretended to love everyone she flirted with. Had it been any of the other maids, she wouldn’t have even taken a single second to talk things through and try to comfort her. She would’ve toyed with her before leading her to her demise. With [Y/N], however, it was entirely different: she would light up when she smiled or laughed, she’d tear up upon seeing her angry or in pain, and she’d feel the overwhelming urge to rip anyone to shreds if she found out they were the reason behind her sorrow. The thought alone made her seethe.

In her eyes–as well as her sisters’–it seemed obvious that she was more than enough. She wished she could find a way to prove to her that she had already done so much and already deserved the love she received.

“Well, while it’s relieving to know I won’t have to punish anyone for treating you poorly, it certainly hurts far more to hear that you think of yourself that way. [Y/N], you’re perfect the way you are. You’re selfless, kind, charming, and beautiful inside and out. I couldn’t believe that you were real at first because I was only used to the characters I read about in these books being so flawless. They always wear it with pride, but you seem to be ashamed of it, and I cannot for the life of me understand why.

“For heaven’s sake: you saved my sisters and I from dying! I think that clears any idea that you aren’t worthy of love. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be standing here right now, telling you just how much of an amazing person you are. Is all of this cheesy? Possibly. But it’s all true. Plus, you should know me by now: I absolutely love a good cliche. Especially one that’s so true and well-deserved.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, wordlessly talking even further to one another. [Y/N] studied the redhead’s gaze in search of any sign of a lie. When she found none, she sighed gently and glanced down at the floor between them. “Well, if you’re sure you wouldn’t mind, then…I suppose reading the book together wouldn’t hurt.” Daniela’s eyes lit up, sparkling under the dimmed light of the glass roof. “Where do you want to sit?”

She squealed, jumping up and down slightly as she took [Y/N]’s hands into her own. “Ah, I knew you’d agree to it! Feeling quite romantic, aren’t we?” She gave a teasing, knowing look, entirely smug as she leaned forward once again. [Y/N] blushed, laughing nervously. “I wouldn’t say that. I just…want to make you happy is all.” Daniela felt her own face growing warm. The blush dusting her face nearly matched the same shade of red as the blood plastered over her face, dripping down her chin and neck and seeping into her cloak.

“O-Oh…” Her lofty grin shifted into an embarrassed, lovestruck smile. “Well, I guess we should find somewhere comfortable then.” Her teasing tone returned. “You wouldn’t want to keep me waiting, would you?” [Y/N] beamed at her. She giggled, making Daniela’s heart flutter. “I guess not. Where do you usually like to read?” Daniela excitedly grasped [Y/N]’s free hand in her own before tugging her over to the sofa adjacent to the large double doors. She gently swept the smaller woman off of her feet just long enough to prop her up against the armrest of the sofa.

Over time, as she got further along in the book, [Y/N]’s voice began to clear and steady itself. She put more emotion into the words as she read them aloud, bringing the characters to life, in a way. Used to fidgeting with something as she read, she found herself letting her hand reach up towards Daniela’s head. Her fingertips grazed the shaved part of her head and scratched at it for a moment before sliding over to rake themselves through her soft red locks that were partially sprawled across her chest. Daniela hummed in content, smiling and yawning as she was lulled into a feeling of security and bliss.

[Y/N]’s headache had long disappeared, much to her relief. There were no longer any throbbing pains throughout her skull, making her wince at every turn. She could finally rest as she read the story both to herself and to the woman on top of her torso. It brought her a sense of comfort–feeling the weight against her chest mixed with the slight source of warmth. Her eyelids drooped as they scanned each phrase. She could hear her words beginning to slur together as she struggled to fight to keep her eyes open.

Daniela’s eyes, even though they were already closed, felt heavy. Both the sound of [Y/N]’s heartbeat mixed with the low rumbling vibrations in her chest as she spoke helped her feel at ease. She had already reread the book multiple times, but she wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to be this close to [Y/N]. After she had been saved a little over two weeks ago from the attack of that wretched man-thing, Daniela had found herself craving the woman’s warmth and touch. She had fallen in love with her long ago, far before the attack, but after seeing just how far the girl was willing to go for her and her sisters, the feeling of devotion and adoration had only grown stronger.

As she began to doze off further and further, all while huddling closer to [Y/N], Daniela searched her brain for something to say before passing out. The corners of her lips perked up into a small smile as she yawned. “Your voice is so beautiful and soothing, honey.”  She paused, seeming to think for a moment. “Honey…your voice is like honey. Sweet and smooth.” [Y/N] stopped reading to glance down at her. She chuckled softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. “Oh, um…thank you, Dani. That’s very sweet of you.” “Not as sweet as you are.” Another soft laugh slipped past [Y/N]’s lips, which in turn made Daniela’s weary smile grow wider.

“You’re a very sweet woman as well, Dani,” the smaller woman whispered. As she turned back to the book to continue where she left off, another small sentence came from Daniela, making her freeze and blush. “I love you, princess.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat after a moment and shuddered. She could only stare for a moment, waiting until the redhead fell asleep entirely. The sound of deep, even breaths finally confirmed that she had fallen asleep after several minutes. At length, and with a sigh, [Y/N] smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her head. She turned back to the book just long enough to fold the corner of the current page she had been reading. Closing it softly as to not make any loud noises, she stretched her arm over slowly and placed it on the floor beside the sofa. She then let the same arm lift itself back up to drape itself around Daniela’s waist.

Her eyes eventually fluttered shut, her chest rising as she sucked in a deep breath before releasing it through a heavy sigh. She could hear Daniela’s breathing mixed with her own heartbeat. The room was entirely silent otherwise, though it was comforting to the two of the women. The smell of the blood still lingering on the redhead’s face wafted slightly through the air. It combined itself with her perfume and shampoo, which [Y/N] was able to smell because of how close the woman’s head was to her own.

Her nails scratched lightly at the silky fabric that made up Daniela’s cloak, tracing random patterns as her mind wandered elsewhere. She could feel Daniela’s torso expanding with each breath she took, each warm breath that met the skin of her collarbone with every exhale, each little twitch that came from the woman’s hand or leg whenever something happened in her dream.

A silent yawn forced itself past [Y/N]’s lips. Soon enough, one of Daniela’s sisters or one of the maids would come in and shake them awake to let them know dinner was ready. She didn’t mind, however. As much as she had thought a moment like this would be uncomfortable and forced, it seemed genuine and comforting. Until that moment, [Y/N] hadn’t noticed just how exhausted and worn out her body was. She smiled tiredly, already partially unconscious.

“I love you too, Daniela.”

Crown of Flowers

[The Owl House] Amity Blight x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.02k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, but nothing too serious.

[A/N]: Story 2/3 for Amity--one more to go. I'll write for Boscha next, as promised.

Enjoy!

A soft chuckle of amusement slipped past Amity’s lips, her free hand coming up to cover them out of surprise. “What?” She questioned as her steps faltered from the increasing volume of her laughter as she replayed the statement in her mind. [Y/N]’s face flushed as she shared a smile. “Oh, I guess by that reaction I’m wrong.” Her finger gently tapped at her cheek before she looked down in embarrassment. “You really thought people said “break a leg” to actors because every play has a cast?” Again, Amity’s laughter grew in volume, adding to [Y/N]’s flustered expression and making the girl’s face turn an even brighter shade of red.

She playfully nudged Amity’s arm as she failed to bite back her own snicker. “It’s not my fault! Someone seriously told me that’s why people say that, okay?” Her gaze dropped down as she thought for a moment. “Although, now that I think about it, they probably just wanted to see how gullible I am. Guess I fell for it after all.” The two continued to laugh together as they sauntered through the field of grass, which now reached their knees.

A few minutes into walking forward led to a parting of the soft, green blades, revealing an opening of flat, neatly trimmed grass littered with multicolored flowers. [Y/N]’s eyes lit up at the sight of them, though she didn’t move towards them until the two decided they should set up their picnic there. She unfolded the blanket that she had tucked away in the crease of her elbow and let it flutter in the air for a moment before tugging the corners down to flatten it out on the ground. As Amity placed the carefully woven basket down and began to pull a few wrapped items out from it, [Y/N] moved to pick a few of the fully bloomed flowers nearby.

Lavender strands of hair twirled against Amity’s features and framed her face as she turned her head to find where [Y/N] had gone. An eyebrow raised, and she tilted her head to the side with a curious grin. “What’re you doing?” She asked, picking up one of the sandwiches and unwrapping it. She took a small bite out of one of the corners and hummed slightly at the flavor. “Oh, I just wanted to see if I still remember how to make a flower crown,” [Y/N] replied after a moment. She turned at length with a handful of wildflowers and lilies–the only ones that had fully grown in the area so far.

“Flower crown? What’s that?” Before the [h/c] girl could answer, Amity chuckled to herself and crossed her legs as she sat down. “Never mind. How do you make them?” [Y/N] drifted over and sat across from Amity, whose face turned pink at the realization of how close they were sitting to one another. “Well, it’s been a really long time since I’ve made one,” came her reply. A fond smile graced [Y/N]’s lips as she sorted the flowers out by color in front of her.

She plucked a few up from the fabric of the blanket beneath her and lightly bent the stems to test their flexibility. “My older cousin and I used to make them all the time when we were little.” Amity beamed at her and leaned forward to watch, wrapping her food back up and letting it settle on top of her lap. “Why’d you stop?” [Y/N] shrugged gently and let her smile drop. “After she got married–she’s much older than you and I–we stopped spending time together. We still talked here and there, but we never really saw each other in person. I guess I could’ve kept making them on my own, but…it just didn’t seem as special, you know?”

Amity’s gaze softened at seeing how upset she seemed. Without thinking it all the way through, her free hand came up and gently cupped one of [Y/N]’s. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was why. I get the feeling I shouldn’t have asked about it.” “No, no, it’s okay, I promise. Those memories make me happy. And it’s not like she and I hate each other or anything. We just fell apart.”

The air, now filled with silence, fell uncomfortably upon their shoulders. Just as Amity parted her lips to ask if she was okay, [Y/N] cleared her throat and began to toy with the stems, weaving the flowers together almost effortlessly. “I think I remember how to do it,” she spoke softly. Her eyes flickered back up to Amity’s, prompting the girl to blush again and lean back, letting her hand drop down onto the blanket next to her.

“Want me to make you one?” Now surprised, Amity turned to her fully. “What?” [Y/N] smiled with a small hum and picked up another flower to add to the already growing chain. “Do you want me to make you a flower crown? I think it would look good on you.” If the question alone wasn’t enough to make the lavender-haired girl’s face turn a darker shade of red, the compliment at the end certainly was. It made her breath hitch temporarily in her throat. She coughed to stop herself from choking and covered her mouth with a fist to hide the sound of her gulping down her sheepishness.

“O-Oh, you don’t have to. It’s really up to you,” was all she could mutter out. The offer was small, she knew that, but it still had her heart hammering against her ribs and pounding in her ears.

She had met [Y/N] only a few months prior in school. Being the only human known to live on the Boiling Isles, [Y/N] immediately caught her interest. Not only because of the fact her ears were round and she was attending a school founded on magic without the ability to do so, but also because of how kind and carefree the girl appeared to be. She even seemed to be kind to the cruelest people around–always trying to hear them out to understand their point of view.

Before she knew it, Amity had fallen for her.

They hadn’t even had a proper conversation by the time she realized her feelings.

She kept her emotions hidden, of course, as was her mother’s expectations for all three of her children. Once she grew closer to [Y/N], Gus, and rekindled her previous friendship with Willow, however, it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to hide how she felt forever. One way or another, she’d have to confess. If she didn’t, she’d lose her mind worrying about whether or not someone else would come along and win [Y/N]’s heart over instead. On more than one occasion, she thought about asking Willow or Gus what to do, but she knew they’d probably find a way to let [Y/N] know of her feelings before she was ready. That was something she wasn’t willing to risk.

If she was going to confess to the girl of her dreams, she wanted to do it on her own terms. And if that meant waiting for the right time, then so be it. She would wait a million years if that’s what it took. Her plan so far was to ask her to Grom, and then hopefully confess either during or after the event. Despite how her mother would react, Amity knew she’d be proud to have [Y/N] on her arm. She always boasted about how amazing she was anyway–if they were to ever have something more, being able to call [Y/N] her own would leave her feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

It wasn’t just how [Y/N] treated others that made Amity fall so hard–it was also how selfless she seemed to be. She made Amity feel more loved than she ever had before. Anytime she felt down, whether it be over something that happened at home or at school, [Y/N] was always there to comfort her. Before the day ended, she’d have her crying from laughter rather than sorrow or pain, and she preferred those tears far more.

“Amity? Hello? Are you in there?”

Blinking from surprise, Amity snapped out of her trance, not realizing until then that she had been staring directly at [Y/N] without responding to her. She quickly averted her gaze, looking down at her hands as they picked at each other in her lap. “Sorry! I just–my mind wandered. I didn’t mean to stop listening.”

[Y/N] giggled at her words, forcing a smile to tug at the corners of her lips. “It’s alright, I do that all the time. I understand completely.” Finally, after a few moments, Amity lifted her head to make eye contact again. “So, uh…what were you asking me?” “Oh! I was just wondering if flower crowns are a thing on the Isles. You seemed really surprised when I mentioned them earlier.” [Y/N] glanced down at the crown she had made so far, which was now partially finished. “Well, okay, maybe not surprised, but confused.”

Amity thought for a second, trying to wrack her brain for any memory of them. “If they are a thing here, I haven’t ever seen or heard of one before. Then again, most of the plants here can be deadly in one way or another. It wouldn’t surprise me if people know of them, but are just too hesitant to make one.” A nervous expression creased [Y/N]’s features as her hands froze. She glanced at the flowers between her fingers.

“Uh, these aren’t going to kill me, are they?” Amity giggled and studied the petals of the ones that had been picked. “No, they shouldn’t. The plants that are dangerous–to us witches, anyway–are over towards the wilderness. Most of these are domesticated. A lot of people in the Plant Coven actually plant them to add to the scenery. Willow might’ve even helped at some point.”

A breath of relief escaped [Y/N], who then smiled and continued to work with the flowers in her hold. “Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I’d end up with some kind of rash or pus pockets. Again.” Amity laughed heartily and scooted forward. “No, you’ll be fine. If not, Emira can help treat pretty much everything.” They shared a grin. Silence fell between them again, though it was far more comforting this time. Amity silently watched [Y/N] work, admiring how deftly her fingers wove the thin stems together.

Several minutes later, a small, “aha!” sounded from [Y/N], who then held the crown up delicately. “I guess I do remember after all. Not bad, especially considering how long it’s been since I last made one.” She turned it in her hands before her eyes glanced back up at Amity, who smiled awkwardly. “Want me to put it on for you?” Again, her face turned a shade of crimson. The tips of her fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt and hooked around the hem to grip on. “Oh, I-I–suppose so.”

As [Y/N] lifted the crown up slightly higher, Amity dipped her head down far enough to reach. She shuddered almost unnoticeably at the feeling of the feathery petals grazing the top of her head before planting themselves around the crown of her head. “There we go.” At that, she lifted her head up again, tightening her grasp on her shirt as [Y/N] squealed and pulled out her phone.

“I was right! It looks so pretty on you!” Amity felt her head grow woozy from the amount of times she had grown flustered. She couldn’t have prevented the wide smile that graced her lips if she tried. “Mind if I take a picture? This whole scenery right here,” [Y/N] started, her hand coming up and making a circular motion to refer to what she saw in front of her, “is absolutely perfect.”

Apparently, [Y/N] hadn’t realized what her comment had really meant–or at least how it had come across to Amity. She seemed utterly confused when Amity was left rendered speechless. “Are you okay? There wasn’t something in that sandwich, was there?” After dragging both hands down her face and taking a deep breath, Amity managed to squeak out a small, “no, I’m fine,” before readjusting how she was sitting. “Is a picture okay? It’s fine if you say no,” [Y/N] reassured.

All Amity could do in her sheepish state was nod and give a thumbs up. Another smile crossed [Y/N]’s features as she tapped on her camera icon and held up her phone. She tilted the device a few times to find the perfect angle before pausing and snapping a quick photo. Her arms dropped down, and the pad of her thumb clicked on the most recent photo taken, allowing her to see what she had just captured. Her face burned brightly–almost reaching the same shade of red as Amity’s.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered.

Amity’s attention snapped to her again, her head perking up. “Is something wrong? Was there something on my face?” Absentmindedly, she swiped at her mouth, hoping there hadn’t been anything from the food left there. [Y/N] shook her head lightly, unable to tear her eyes away from her screen. “Was my hair doing something weird?” Again, a small shake of the head was her response. “Then what’s wrong?”

[Y/N] finally forced herself to clear her throat and speak. “Nothing’s wrong. I just, um…it’s not important, really. I was right though: you’re really pretty.” They gawked at each other in silence, both faces bright. Eventually, [Y/N]’s eyes snapped to the basket beside Amity. “So,” she started, mentally slapping herself when her voice cracked and shook. “What did you pack to eat?” Amity jumped at the sudden question. “Huh?” She turned around to look at the basket, which she had forgotten about entirely. “Oh, I just–I packed some–just some sandwiches and f-fruit.”

She picked out a random pair of the two and handed them over, unable to make even a split second of eye contact. “Thanks.”

Uneasily, [Y/N] unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite out of it. Neither of the girls knew what to say, although an idea came to mind when Amity finally let her hand lift up to feel the crown of flowers on her head. “So, do you think you could teach me how to make one of these?” [Y/N] hummed in confusion as she looked up. A small smile finally took place on her lips again. She swallowed her food and wiped her mouth before speaking. “Oh, yeah, of course I can. What kind of flowers do you want to use?”

 Several weeks had passed since [Y/N] taught Amity how to make a flower crown. Over those weeks, she had been working any chance she could to perfect her ability to make them. After school, before and after dinner, during lunch, every weekend, she’d find a decent amount of flowers and make a crown of them. Each time she started a new one, she’d refer to what she had done with the previous one, studying how the stems wrapped around one another and figuring out how to make it better.

And yet, somehow, she also managed to keep her grades up and go to every showcase her parents had planned for her father’s inventions. She was exhausted all the time, but she was fueled by her determination to make things perfect. During the days she spent working on improving the flower crown, she also planned the best way to confess how she felt to [Y/N], who was unaware of all that she was doing. She studied plant language with Willow’s help, and found the right flowers to use for her confession.

Finally, after weaving yet another flower crown together after school one evening, Amity held it up and smiled widely. She knew this was the one she wanted to use for the occasion. Carefully, she used part of her magic to summon a protective bubble around it before gently tucking it away in her closet to make sure Edric and Emira wouldn’t snoop around and find it. She didn’t want to ruin any part of her plan, and although she was on much better terms with her older siblings, she still didn’t want to risk anything.

The only two people who knew of Amity’s plans were Willow and Gus, who were both sworn to secrecy. She waited until it was only a day or two before she carried it out, already noticing that the two of her friends were acting strangely around [Y/N], squirming with excitement and struggling not to blurt out what was going to happen.

She fell asleep that night without struggle, the fatigue from the past several weeks finally catching up to her. She was anxious about things, sure, but she knew she’d have to be well rested in order for things to go according to plan, so she focused on the positive instead.

After classes the next day, [Y/N] waltzed to her locker and waved to a few of her classmates as they headed out the main entrance. She tickled the surface of said locker and quickly placed her books from the day into the large mouth, freezing once she spotted a folded sheet of paper tucked away in the corner. She pulled it from the small space and unfolded it after retrieving her arm before the mouth of the locker could shut on her. With piqued interest, she read the note. She blushed lightly once she recognized Amity’s pristine handwriting.

[Y/N],

Please meet me in the flower field we usually go to after school. I have something really important I need to talk to you about.

-Amity

She felt her fingers gripping the paper tightly, quickly loosening said grip before she could accidentally tear it. “She wants to talk to me about something?” She asked herself softly. A quick glance around the hallway let her know that no one had heard her. With a newfound excitement, she pocketed the letter and began jogging towards the exit and all the way toward where Eda usually picked her up. On time for once, Eda flew down quickly on Owlbert and greeted her.

“Hey, kiddo. Miss Bossy Boots told me I needed to take you out to that field by the Titan’s skull, and that I needed to make it quick. I was gonna just tell her no, but she offered to pay, and you know I’m not gonna turn down some easy money. Hop on.”

[Y/N] smiled at Eda’s nickname for Amity and chuckled at her comment about the payment. She hopped onto the staff and watched as Eda motioned for Owlbert to take off. The two of them flew through the air towards the same flower field she had made a flower crown for Amity over a month prior. About halfway there, Eda turned her head to talk. “So, do you know why she wants you there so quickly? She refused to fill me in on anything. Said I was gonna blab about it when I picked you up.”

“No, I have no idea what’s going on. She left a note for me before you got me though.” Carefully, [Y/N] plucked the sheet of paper out from her pocket and held it tight enough not to fly away with the high winds. Eda’s eyes seemed to sparkle, her eyebrows raising as she smirked knowingly. “Ah, I see,” was all she said. She turned back around and managed to get Owlbert to fly a bit faster to their destination.

After what felt like forever to [Y/N], they landed down in the center of the field. Eda gave her a small hug after she got off of the staff, then turned to face Amity and gave her a thumbs up before flying off again, giving the two girls privacy. Amity waited a moment, watching Eda fly further until she couldn’t be seen before letting her gaze drop down to [Y/N], who stared back at her expectantly.

She walked closer to the [h/c] girl with a sheepish smile. “Hey,” she mumbled out loud enough to hear. [Y/N] grinned back, her energy now matching Amity’s. “Hi,” she uttered back. They both glanced down at their own feet, unsure of what to say, before [Y/N] finally lifted up her hand to show the note that had been left in her locker. “You wanted to talk to me about something?” She questioned. Amity’s face flushed even more and she nodded. “Yeah, I figured now was the best time to do it. I didn’t want to wait any longer.” Barely noticing it, [Y/N] glanced at Amity’s arms, which were tucked behind her back as if they were hiding something. “What’s that?” She asked.

“You’ll see in a moment. It’s a surprise.”

[Y/N] cocked an eyebrow before nodding. “Okay…” She stepped a little closer, folding the letter again and tucking it away in the same pocket as before. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Amity sucked in a deep breath, cleared her throat, and forced herself to finally gaze into [Y/N]’s eyes, which were creased slightly with concern.

Her heart fluttered in her chest. She internally swooned at how kind [Y/N]’s steady glare was, even as the two of them struggled to maintain their composure. “Well,” she started, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat again out of embarrassment before trying again. “Well, I wanted to kind of…confess something to you.” The gears seemed to visibly turn in [Y/N]’s head at her words before a look of recognition and understanding crossed her features.

“Oh,” was all she could say. Amity inhaled as she repeated the words she had been rehearsing in her mind for days. She hoped her voice would remain steady enough to help [Y/N] understand that she wasn’t hesitant, just shy. This was the first time she had ever confessed to someone. She had read about it plenty of times in all of the stories she would read, but she had never even pictured herself carrying out a confession of her own until now.

She had never needed to gather so much courage before–this was all so new to her. Her mind raced with every possibility of how this could go wrong, every way she could be rejected by the one person who seemed to genuinely love and care for her. She just kept telling herself that she had to keep her composure long enough for this moment, and that if it went well, she wouldn’t have to do so much for a while.

“I’m not really sure how to transition into the whole speech I had planned in a smooth way, so I’m just gonna say what I’ve had on my mind for so long now. Ever since you came here, you’ve caught my interest. From the moment I saw you laughing and making friends so easily with everyone around you, I envied you. At least, I thought I did. Looking back on it now, I think I envied those you befriended–and I envied them because I wanted you to look at me and laugh with me the way you did with them. You’re so kind, and understanding, and patient, and so many other things I can’t even begin to describe.

“You make me feel like I’m deserving of every good thing that happens to me, all except you because you’re too good for me. You’re too good for this world. Sure, it seems like the human realm is far more cruel than the Isles, but no matter what happens, you always face everything with a sense of determination I’ve never seen in anyone before. You always seem to know what to say. I can’t even begin to imagine how many people you’ve helped without knowing. There’s always this…look in your eyes when you talk to someone. It’s one I can’t really describe, but I always love seeing it there.

“What I’m really trying to say is that I love you, [Y/N]. I know it may seem sudden, especially considering you’ve only been here for a little under a year, but it’s how I feel. And I thought for a while that maybe this feeling was something temporary, but now I can tell it’s not. You’re my everything, [Y/N]. I love everything about you, and I don’t want to picture my life without you in it, even if we’re just friends. After you showed me how to make those flower crowns, I haven’t been able to stop making them on my own.

“I wanted to make one for you, but I wanted it to be perfect, so…” Finally, her hands surfaced in front of her to reveal a flower crown made of daisies, apple blossoms, and red carnations. [Y/N]’s hands folded together and planted themselves to cover her mouth as she teared up, recognizing the meaning behind each flower.

The daisies a symbol of truly loving someone close,

The apple blossoms a way to say “I prefer you before all,”

And the red carnations a declaration of the presenter’s heart aching for who receives them.

A small whimper managed to escape her quivering lips, barely managing to tear her eyes away from the flowers to look Amity in the eye once more.

“I-I made this for you. I had Willow help me pick out the best ones and study the flower language. If you feel the same way, it would mean the world to me if you wore it. If not, I can…take it back home with me, and we can just–pretend this never happened. Whatever it takes to have you in my life, I’ll do it.” She sucked in a breath shakily and willed her hands to steady themselves as she continued to hold out the crown.

Sheepishly, she glanced at her feet for a moment before returning her gaze to meet [Y/N]’s. She gasped softly upon seeing the tears that pricked her eyes. Her build of confidence faltered at the sight, though she was interrupted before she could even get her words out. “I-I don’t even know what to say,” [Y/N] whispered softly, almost inaudibly. “Amity, I’d be proud to be your girlfriend. I’ll absolutely accept the crown.”

Amity’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a soft red dusting her cheeks. “Really?” She questioned after a moment of processing the words. “Of course.” With that, a smile wider than ever before cracked across her lips. She stepped forward and gently placed the flower crown on [Y/N]’s head once the girl leaned down far enough for her to. Once she was sure it was secure there, she stepped back to gaze at her lovingly. “You look beautiful,” she complimented with pure admiration. An idea presented itself in the front of her mind. She summoned her scroll and found her camera app. “Mind if I get a picture? I figured we could have matching wallpapers that way,” she suggested, still unable to wipe the grin from her face.

“Of course I don’t mind,” [Y/N] replied with a giggle. Proudly, Amity snapped a quick photo before opening her settings and selecting it as her wallpaper. She returned to her home screen and stared at the photo, not realizing how absolutely smitten she looked. Again, [Y/N] laughed softly, earning Amity’s attention. “So, that’s the reason you wanted to learn how to make these so badly, huh?”

Amity joined in with her own laughter and nodded. “You could say that, yeah. I also just like hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. I like seeing the look in your eyes.” Her golden eyes flickered up to the crown of flowers adorning her girlfriend’s head. Her heart swelled at the realization she could now officially call [Y/N] her girlfriend. “And I really like seeing the flowers like this. You look amazing.”

It was [Y/N]’s turn to blush at the compliment. She rubbed the back of her neck shyly and grinned. “Thank you. You do too, but then again, you always do.” Amity couldn’t help the chuckle that sounded from her. “No way. Not as good as you always do.”

The two beamed at each other warmly–lovingly. After a moment or two, Amity held out her hand for [Y/N] to take. When she did, she led her over to a blanket set up in the same spot as last time, accompanied by a small woven basket filled with treats and a few drinks, which she set out once they sat down together. They chatted about things that had happened throughout the day, laughing at jokes they shared. Hours passed by, and by the time they were finished with their food, the sun had already begun to set. Stars made themselves known in the sky, illuminating the ground below until the moon rose and outshone all of them.

Amity motioned for the two of them to lie down, and once they were comfortable, they gazed up at the sky. Neither of them could wipe the lovestruck smiles from their faces. Every time they spoke, they’d glance at each other, and their smiles would widen again.

Finally, as the conversation died down and the sounds of the smaller wildlife grew to fill the silence, Amity’s hand hesitantly lowered itself down to interlock her fingers with [Y/N]’s. She finally let out a breath of fresh air at the feeling of [Y/N] gently squeezing her hand in her own. Her head turned far enough to let her silently study the vibrant flowers still resting atop her head. Her gaze softened even further. She wondered what kind of flowers she’d use when she made a crown for their first proper date. Maybe they could make one for each other to match.

Sweets

[Attack On Titan] Modern! Annie Leonhart x G!N Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Proof-Read: No

Content Warnings: None!

[A/N]: Sorry for kinda just...disappearing! I've had a bunch of exams already, and I got overwhelmed. I'm working on different stories/preferences/imagines for all kinds of characters, so bear with me as I try to start writing again! Also, thank you all so much for the support on my first three posts! I was really nervous to post my works on here, but I'm so relieved to know you enjoy them!

I hope you enjoy this as well!

-Okay, so–

-We know Annie has a sweet tooth and absolutely loves sweet foods like pastries

-So, when she comes home one day to the smell of something deliciously sweet, wandering into the kitchen to investigate who could be responsible for her mouth watering and stomach growling, she’s surprised to see you in front of the oven

-She examines you for a moment

-You’re in a apron dusted in flour and sugar, and your hair is tied back to keep it out of your face

-She has always adored seeing you get focused and enthusiastic about your interests, so when she sees your concentrated face as you level off the cakes, she can’t bite back the smile that paints her lips

-You can bake?

-And it actually looks and smells good?

-She falls in love all over again

-After a moment of her staring, you finally notice her

-You turn back with a smile and wave

-”Oh, hi, Annie! You’re just in time! Wanna help me frost and decorate these cakes? I’m making them for Sasha’s birthday.”

-She absentmindedly nods and walks over to you

-She takes a small part of the layer of cake you had cut off to level it, pops it in her mouth, and hums

-Her outward reaction is minimal, but inside she’s ecstatic

-Not only does your cake look and smell good, it tastes incredible too!

-She fails to realize that a cheeky grin crosses her face, so she’s really confused when you chuckle

-”I’m guessing it tastes good?”

-She looks at you in confusion

-You point to your own mouth and then to her

-She finally registers that she’s smiling and blushes, turning her head away to hide herself a bit

-She still nods though

-You smile and turn back to the cakes

-At length, she turns back and watches as you layer the cakes with buttercream

-”What do you need me to do?” She asks

-”Oh. I was gonna see if you could help with the decorating. You’re really good at painting and drawing and stuff, so I feel like it’ll look way better if you decorate it instead.”

-If Annie’s blush wasn’t noticeable before, it certainly was now

-Sure, she’s used to getting compliments, but never on her personal hobbies

-And the fact that compliment came from you? Her favorite person?

-That alone made her heart flip

-”O-Oh, uh…sure.”

-She mentally slaps herself for stuttering

-You nod and finish putting the cakes together

-Once you finish, you wash your hands and dry them before handing her a spare apron

-She puts it on and waits as you gather the materials

-”What exactly is she wanting on the cake?”

-”Oh, she said she wanted something, like…forest-themed? I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with that. That’s kinda why I was hoping you’d agree to helping me decorate.”

-You let out a nervous chuckle

-Her expression is dead serious, however, as she puts a finger to her chin, the gears in her head visibly turning

-She takes her art very seriously

-She’s not going to goof around for this

-She grabs a piping bag with green frosting and gets to work

-You watch her for a bit, occasionally asking if there’s anything she needs help with, but she only shakes her head each time, her eyebrows furrowed together as she focuses on keeping her hands steady

-You realize after a moment that she wants to work on this on her own

-Instead of standing around and just watching her, you work your way around her and clean up the mess from everything else

-She’s still working by the time you finish, so you head into the living room and put on a movie

-It’s nearly two hours later when she emerges from the kitchen, small splatters of green and brown icing peppering her face and apron

-”I'm finished if you want to take a look.”

-She seems almost shy as she says this

-As stated before, she takes her art very seriously because it’s a very important personal hobby to her

-She wants you to approve of her work

-Your opinion is very important to her, even if she’s not the best at expressing it

-You smile and walk with her back over to the counter

-Leaning over to get a full view of the cake, your lips part themselves in awe

-You stay silent a little too long as Annie watches anxiously, and she assumes the worst

-”If you hate it, you can just tell me…”

-You turn to her, confused, barely realizing why she seems so upset

-”Oh! No, Annie, I don’t hate it at all! I love it. I-I’m sorry it came across that way. I’ve just…I’ve only seen your art a couple times. It just always blows me away how you know just what to do with the colors and concepts. You truly are incredible at doing what you love.”

-Your words make her heart flutter, yet another layer of blush dusting her cheeks

-She bows her head down to stare at her feet, unsure of how to properly thank you for your compliments

-Finally, she mumbles a soft, “thank you,” before wringing her hands together

-”Do you mind if I take a picture?”

-She shakes her head and takes the time you use to snap a photo to calm herself down

-You both wait for the icing to dry a bit before covering the cake and storing it in the fridge

-As you take your aprons off, Annie taps your shoulder

-You turn to find her blushing yet again and averting her gaze

-”U-Um…If you, uh…If you need help decorating anything next time you bake something, I’m willing to help.”

-You don’t respond, so she finally looks up

-Her blush worsens as she sees you staring at her with a warm smile, your eyes soft and welcoming

-”I think that’s a really good idea, Annie. We could be a little baking team.”

-She rolls her eyes at your slight enthusiasm, but she still smiles at the thought

-Each time you bake something after that, no matter how small, Annie’s always there to decorate it with or for you

-Sometimes you’ll switch things up

-She’ll bake the treat, with plenty of your guidance, and you’ll decorate, with constant suggestions and reassurances

-Holidays are especially fun because she gets really extra with designs and colors

-On Halloween, she’ll decorate your cookies and cupcakes to make them look like creatures such as spiders and roaches

-It always grosses everyone else out at first, but they truly do admire both the taste and the visuals

-Annie starts to get more compliments on her art and even starts to share it publicly

-She creates an Instagram account after plenty of your encouragement and occasionally posts pictures of her sketches, paintings, and always tags you in her posts of what you’ve created together

-Gains a large following rather quickly, and she’ll never admit it out loud, but she’s much happier and more confident in her work

-After a while, she even starts to consider going back to college to finish her Major in Art

Muse

[Resident Evil: Village] Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Slight angst (i.e. Embarrassment, Abandonment Issues, Anxiety)

[A/N]: Thank you so much for all of the support on my previous two posts! This is the last short story I'll write for Donna for now, but only because I'm wanting to write for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters next. :P

Enjoy!

Donna stepped into the room, balancing a tray carrying two cups of tea as Angie bundled herself in the other arm. “Here’s your tea, [Y/N],” she mumbled softly as she lowered the tray far enough for her to reach the cup nearest to her. The girl smiled up at her, taking a cup with a small “thanks,” and sipping it slowly before gently placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She picked her pencil up from her lap and began sketching something in her sketchbook. Donna walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, putting the tray down on the table and taking her own cup to drink from.

Angie wriggled out from her hold and made an attempt to run over to peek at [Y/N]’s drawing before Donna caught hold of her and tugged her back into her lap. “Angie, behave,” she warned quietly. The small doll glared up at her and huffed. “But she never shows us her drawings!” She spun back around and crossed her arms, sneering at [Y/N].  “Do you suck at art or something?” Donna sighed and tugged her closer to her chest. “Angie–” Soft laughter cut her off, and she turned to find [Y/N] giggling.

“It’s okay, Donna. My younger cousin used to act this way all the time. Angie, to answer your question: I don’t think I’m great at art, but I’m sure I don’t suck at it. I’ve been doodling and sketching ever since I could hold a pen. I’ve had a lot of practice. Although…” She trailed off, picking at one of the corners of the paper she had been drawing on. Feeling expectant eyes still on her, she looked back up. “Although what?” “Well, after all of the experiments started to go wrong in the Village, and all the Lycans started showing up, I was too busy trying to survive to keep drawing. I didn’t sketch or paint anything for over three years until I came here.” Donna’s head tilted. “What inspired you to start drawing again?” At that, [Y/N]’s face went red. She swallowed the lump in her throat before a nervous laugh slipped through her lips. “Oh, well–”

Donna’s hands flew up in defense, waving them dismissively as a concerned expression crossed her features. “Oh, you don’t have to tell us if it’s private! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” [Y/N] smiled at her weakly. “Thank you. I just found a reason to keep working once I realized I’m safe here,” she responded fondly as she motioned towards the room they were in.

A shocked but relieved look took over Donna’s face. She couldn’t help but smile. “I’m…I’m glad you feel safe in our home.” They beamed at each other, neither one saying anything as they stared. Angie, wanting to be the center of attention, reached her left arm up and grabbed a loose strand of Donna’s hair, tugging it hard. Donna hissed in slight pain and flickered her gaze down to the wooden doll on her lap. “Angie, stop it,” she scolded. “Why? The two of you are making me sick with this cheesy romance shit!” At those words, both Donna and [Y/N]’s faces went beet red, and they averted their gaze from each other. “A-Angie, don’t say such embarrassing things. And watch your language,” the doll-maker whispered.

Angie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms once more. “Whatever. [Y/N], can I have a piece of paper?” [Y/N], confused, flipped to a blank sheet and carefully tore it out. “Uh, sure. What for?” “I want to draw something so you can see a real artist’s work.” As [Y/N] handed her the sheet, she and Donna couldn’t help but chuckle at Angie as she snatched it from her hand and climbed off of the sofa to sit at the coffee table. She made the motion of snapping before reaching her arm back expectantly. “I need something to draw with.” Donna sighed and stood up, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her. “No, it’s okay. I can grab something for her. I need to use the restroom anyway.”

Donna nodded and sat back down, watching as [Y/N] placed her sketchbook down on the table before heading out of the den and down the hall to the nearest restroom. She sighed softly, turning to look down at Angie before her gaze trailed over to the sketchbook nearby, which she hadn’t realized had been left open. Her body froze as she studied the drawing–silently hoping Angie hadn’t noticed it. Before she could, Donna reached over and picked up the small book, bringing it closer to herself to shield it from the doll’s eyes, though she couldn’t tear her own away from it. It wasn’t finished by any means, but it was obvious that the drawing was of herself. It was almost an exact copy of her portrait hanging in the front room above the stairs.

She gulped, flipping back to the previous page.

Another drawing of her. It was a page full of quick studies of Donna, each one carrying a different expression and tone. One was her with a concentrated look on her face–likely one she was wearing while making dinner for the two of them, or clothes for a doll she had been working on recently. Another was of her tilting her head with a curious gaze, reminding her of when [Y/N] told a joke a few days prior that took her far too long to understand. And the third was a closer image of her laughing. Her face reddened. She brought one hand forward to swat at Angie, who had barely turned to her. “Angie, go stand by the doorway. Let me know when [Y/N] is coming back,” she instructed hurriedly.

“What? Why?” “Please just go.” Angie groaned, but she still trotted over to the doorway and peeked out around the frame. Her words fell upon deaf ears as Donna began flipping further back in the sketchbook. Each page was a drawing of her–some simple doodles, whereas others were fully complete pieces.

On the blank sides of most of the sketches–the ones that weren’t finished–there were little notes that either criticized something [Y/N] thought she could do better on, or short notes on what she might like to add if she came back to finish them. Her heart hammered in her chest. Was she [Y/N]’s inspiration? Is that why she seemed so reluctant to share her muse? How could this kind, beautiful girl she had welcomed into her home mere months ago possibly find her inspirational? Too invested in flipping through the pages, Donna failed to notice that Angie was silently screaming at her from across the room to warn her that [Y/N] was coming. It wasn’t until the doll tugged at her sleeve that she snapped out of it and looked up. She froze as [Y/N] stood there in the doorway, horrified, as tears brimmed her eyes.

“[Y/N],” she said faintly as she stood. “I-I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me to see your drawings. I just–I saw…you left the book open on the table, and I saw the drawing you had made of me. I just got too curious. I’m so sorry.” She stepped forward cautiously, watching with a grimace as the girl stepped away from her. “No, I’m sorry,” [Y/N] said as she spun on her heel and headed upstairs towards her room. Donna followed quickly after her, picking Angie up on the way and carrying her so she wouldn’t struggle to get up the steps. She barely managed to slip her foot through the crack of the door of [Y/N]’s bedroom before it closed. Placing Angie down, she pushed the door open and closed it behind her once she made it inside.

“[Y/N], please–please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I promise you I won’t look at your work again without your permission. Please don’t leave.” She clasped her hands together anxiously, her body trembling. She stilled, however, when she noticed [Y/N]’s shoulders rising and falling as she heaved. Donna stepped forward and hesitantly placed her hand on the girl’s arm. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong?” The weeping girl sighed and wiped furiously at her eyes to dry them before turning to the doll-maker. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Donna,” she spoke through a choked sob. Donna’s gaze lowered to the floor, awaiting any yelling or harsh words. “I know. I knew that, yet I still looked through them anyway.”

They stood in silence for a moment, neither one of them sure how to break the tension that weighed heavily upon them. Finally, after building a small amount of courage, Donna picked at her nails as she asked the question that was burning in the back of her mind. “Why have you been drawing me?” She asked it in a way that didn’t come off as judgemental, but rather genuinely confused. [Y/N] shifted her weight on her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. At length, she sighed.

“Because you’re my muse, Donna. You have been ever since you brought me into your home.” Donna’s head perked up at the confession, her face reddening. “I’m…I’m your muse?” [Y/N] smiled tiredly, a gentle chuckle slipping past her lips. “Yeah, you are. You’ve always been so kind to me, even when you didn’t have to be–even when I didn’t deserve it. You make sure I’m always well taken care of, but it’s not just physically. You make sure to give me small gifts and make the food I enjoy so I feel happy and welcomed and seen. You even remember the small things about what I like and what I don’t like. It’s been so long since someone has been so kind to me.

“I started drawing your portrait after being here for about a month because I knew you weren’t comfortable with taking off your veil at the time. And when you finally showed me your face, I just…well, I couldn’t believe someone so stunning would be so kind to someone like me. Back where I used to live, the girls I grew up around would always focus on their image–which meant they’d pick on other girls who didn’t match their standards to make them feel better about themselves. I was one of the girls they picked on all the time. But you never treated me that way, and I’ll always be grateful for that. Once I realized I was safe here, my motivation and inspiration flourished for the first time in years.”

Donna was at a loss for words. She really found her to be that great of a person? Would this be the right time to express that she felt the same way? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she needed to say something. She wracked her mind for the right words, but nothing came to her. [Y/N] frowned and eventually sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. If I’ve made you uncomfortable I can–” She stepped past Donna to leave the room, but the doll-maker slid over to stand in her way. “No, please don’t leave. I promise I’m not trying to judge you for anything. I just truly don’t know how to respond to what you’ve said. I’ve never had anyone think so highly of me before.”

[Y/N] seemed surprised at her words. “Really?” She asked in disbelief. Donna nodded, tucking her arms behind her back so she could fidget with her sleeves. “B-But I want to assure you that I don’t find the drawings strange. I’m…I actually feel honored that you find me worthy of drawing. You found a way to make me seem beautiful.” [Y/N] fully turned her body to her. “Well, it’s not hard when you’re already beautiful. I just have to capture the subject correctly. If you find the drawings I’ve made of you beautiful, then I’ve succeeded in the accuracy.” Donna’s face grew flustered again, but they smiled at each other, the tension finally lifting.

After a while of silence, [Y/N] cleared her throat and rubbed her arm. “If you really don’t mind me drawing you, could I possibly…draw you again? Sort of like how you sat to have your portrait painted?” Before Donna could respond, the doorknob rattled aggressively as Angie desperately tried to barge into the room. They jumped at the motion before [Y/N] stepped closer to open the door. Angie stumbled inside and tugged at her shirt. “Donna, say yes! I wanna be in the portrait too so I can see how I look in her style!”

[Y/N] giggled and picked the doll up, letting her rest in the crook of her left arm as she glanced back up at Donna. “Seems like we’ve got one vote for yes. Which one are you voting for?” Donna smiled warmly at the two. She stepped towards them. “If it’s you who’ll be drawing us, then I have no problem with it.” “As long as you let us see it,” Angie added. Donna rolled her eye with a smirk as [Y/N] laughed. “She doesn’t have to share it if she isn’t comfortable.” [Y/N] readjusted Angie’s veil as she spoke. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll mind showing the result, even if I’m not particularly proud of it. You’ve already seen my other portraits, so I suppose it would be nice to show you the progress of this one myself.” Donna winced, but [Y/N] was quick to reassure her. “No worries, I’m not upset. I was just afraid to show you in case you found it creepy.”

“I could never find something like that creepy. I’m happy you find me worthy to draw.” “Well, like I said: you’re my muse. Always have been, and always will be.” They smiled at each other, allowing Angie to wriggle out from [Y/N]’s hold and land on the floor while they were distracted. She gripped the girl’s sleeve and tugged her towards the door. “Well, c’mon then! We need to find the right outfits and setting! I don’t want to keep waiting around–that’s boring.” [Y/N] turned back to glance at Donna, who laughed. “You two find a good place to set up. I suppose I should find something else to wear.” [Y/N] smiled at her, quickly yelping and turning to follow Angie down the hall.

Scarred

[Arcane] Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Cursing, mentions of guns/gunfire, blood, fatal wounds, brief mentions of past trauma, death

[A/N]: This was heavily inspired by another post I read somewhere, but I’m not sure which site it was on. If I find it again, I’ll definitely leave a link! I did add my own twist, so it’s not the same thing, but the general idea is shared.

Enjoy!

“Piss off, you douchebags! I don’t have time to deal with you!” None of this was supposed to happen. [Y/N] wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission with Jinx, but she was, and now they were separated. No matter where she looked, Jinx just couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. She had to be around here somewhere, right? There’s no way she got that far from her. Each time she turned a corner, there were more thugs waiting to pick a fight, never once answering her when she asked where the [h/c] girl was. It was causing her anxiety to spike more and more. If she didn’t find her soon, she’d end up killing everyone in sight, which ran the risk of killing her beloved as well. Just as she finished taking down a small group of men with her shock pistol, a scream rang out–one that she recognized instantly.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], where are you?!” She looked around, only having the sound reverberate long enough to get the general direction. “[Y/N]!” She took a few steps towards the cross-section of two buildings. Was it from the left or right? Thankfully, another scream sounded out from her left, seemingly from the fifth or sixth floor of the building closest to her. “Jinx, help! Please!” Her heart raced in her chest as she bolted as fast as she could up the stairs and into the room she could hear movement in. A group of around fifteen thugs surrounded someone on the floor, and as she realized who was on the ground, Jinx’s heart dropped. She froze momentarily. She wanted to doubt herself, hoping that it was someone else in front of the crowd. But a small glimpse of [h/c] locks and fearful [e/c] eyes confirmed her worst nightmare. “[Y/N]! GET AWAY FROM HER!” She pushed her shock pistol back into its holster before pulling her minigun out from behind her.

She made sure to aim higher than where [Y/N] was resting before firing, not wanting to accidentally hit the girl. Bullets rang out at a rapid speed, each one causing a member of the thugs to drop like flies. She cried out angrily until realizing everyone standing was dead. Taking a shaky breath to ground herself into reality, she lowered the barrel of her gun and panted heavily. Slowly, her gaze dropped down to find [Y/N]. Once again, her racing heart skipped a beat upon seeing her state. She ran over after tossing her gun to the side. Without taking her wounds into account, Jinx cradled [Y/N]’s head against her chest and let out a sigh. “I-I’m so glad you’re alive, toots. I-I thought–I thought…” She finally looked down.

Her pained smile faltered and quickly fell. The love of her life, still cradled in her arms, was in so much pain. A deep cut had been made from the top of her left collarbone all the way down to her right breast. Multiple stab wounds scattered themselves around the girl’s abdomen, each one seemingly worse than the last. Because of all of the wounds on her torso, [Y/N] had blood dripping down from her nose and lips to her chin, where it dripped off even more into a small stain on both the floor and Jinx’s shirt. Still, even in her state of distressing pain, [Y/N] was smiling. She lifted her hand shakily and brought it up to Jinx’s face to cup it. “Y-You’re…here.” Jinx quickly grasped the girl’s hand in her own as she softly shushed her.

“Hey, d-don’t talk right now, okay? Y-You need to save your strength. I can’t lose you.” [Y/N] chuckled, which quickly shifted into fits of coughing up blood. Jinx could only watch in horror. Finally, when she calmed down, the wounded girl leaned back into Jinx’s chest and smiled. “I’m not…going to make it, Jinx.” Both of them felt then, at those words, just how cold the room had become, and–more importantly–how warm the other girl was. God, how badly Jinx wanted to preserve that feeling. She never wanted to wake up without feeling that warmth next to her–cradled into her chest the way she was now.

And what a horrid way to go. So many wounds, all of which were likely fatal. Sure, Jinx had known pain in her life, but nothing like what [Y/N] was going through. If only she could take away that pain. She had always sworn she would do whatever she could in her power to ensure [Y/N] was happy and healthy. She certainly didn’t want things to end up this way. But here she was, supporting the girl’s weight against her own as she bled out, the light slowly beginning to dim in her eyes. That beautiful light that she had always adored. It always seemed to shine brightest when she looked at Jinx, or even when her name was just mentioned. Jinx chuckled dejectedly. [Y/N] had always seen her in such a positive light. She could never understand how, but she sort of understood because she felt the same way.

Jinx gently laid [Y/N] back down onto the ground, earning a hiss of pain. “I know, toots, I know. But I need to start treating these wounds before it’s too late.” “Jinx, it’s already–” “Don’t say it’s too late. I-I can fix this! You just need to trust me, okay? I promise I’ll fix this.” Ignoring the desperate tugs on her shirt (and the voices telling her she messed everything up), Jinx ripped the bottom part of the leg of her pants off to form a makeshift bandage. She tied it around the girl’s waist, cursing under her breath when she realized the cloth wasn’t long enough. She thought about using her belt for a moment to cut off the bleeding, but then remembered that it’s not safe to use a tourniquet of any kind on the torso. “Damn it!” She rolled the cloth into a tight ball before placing it over one of the deeper wounds on [Y/N]’s stomach and applying as much pressure as possible in an attempt to stop some of the bleeding.

[Y/N] groaned out in pain again, drawing another apology from Jinx’s lips. She stayed there for a moment. As she held the cloth in place, she thought about other ways she could treat her wounds. And, as much as she tried to dismiss the thought, she did–for a moment–consider experimenting with Shimmer. She was terrified at the thought of how badly [Y/N]’s body might react to it, but even more so at the thought of losing her completely. Silco would have to understand. Anything to keep her alive.

Drawn out of her thoughts by another round of coughing, Jinx finally glared back over at [Y/N], who looked even more disheveled than before. Her face was devoid of any color. Skin clammy and cold, shivers coursing through her body. Panicked, Jinx dropped the cloth and moved back over to hold the girl’s head against her chest again. “Shh, hey, hey…listen, toots. Can you–can you hear me?” The smallest nod of her head gave Jinx a slight sense of hope. “You can’t die on me. You just can’t, okay? You gotta keep living for me. I-I can’t lose you. You’re too damn important to me. We gotta keep going so we can get married and rule the undercity together, remember? Y-You know I can’t keep living without you. Just…just keep your eyes open until we can get help, alright? That’s all you gotta do. Keep breathing, and don’t go to sleep.”

A sad chuckle passed weakly through [Y/N]’s lips. “Can I…be honest with you, Jinx?” Jinx forced a smile as convincingly as she could. “Of course, sweets. You know I always want you to be honest with me.” [Y/N] smiled, but Jinx quickly frowned again as tears poured down the [h/c] girl’s cheeks like rivers. “I’m…I’m scared, Jinx. I’m so scared. I don’t–” She coughed again–harder this time. “I don’t want to die. Not…not like this.” With each passing word, Jinx’s heart was shattering into more and more pieces. “No, toots, you’re not going to die. I promise.” Again, [Y/N] shook her head. “Yes, I am.” “No, you–you can’t. I won’t let you.” “Jinx, I’m…I’m going to die.” She quieted her voice to speak with less strain. “We both know it.” Jinx shook her head harshly, pulling [Y/N]’s head further against her.

The girl, now barely hanging on by a thread, could hear her lover’s heartbeat racing faster than ever before. They stayed there as sobs racked through Jinx’s body. She trembled and jolted as she continuously begged and pleaded for [Y/N] not to leave her. Finally, [Y/N] gripped her shirt to gain her attention. Terrified that she’d see the light leaving her eyes, Jinx hesitated before looking down. [Y/N] still had that smile–the one she fell in love with all those years ago. “I don’t want to be alone, Jinx,” she whispered as her own tears began to flow. That fear–oh, that fear in her eyes–Jinx wanted to crush it. If she had to go, she didn’t want her to be afraid. But what could she say that would make this more comforting? She couldn’t say the pain would go away because it clearly wouldn’t. And she couldn’t promise an afterlife because no one knew for sure if that even existed.

She thought of all she could possibly say before finally whispering a soft, “You’re not alone, toots. I’m here, okay? I’m right here.” She leaned down and pressed her forehead against [Y/N]’s as gently as she could. “You’re not alone.” [Y/N]’s smile grew for a moment as they stayed there. When Jinx pulled back, however, that smile was gone, and her eyes were now closed. Jinx’s heart stopped this time. “[Y/N]...?” She shook her gently. “[Y/N], hey, no. [Y/N], please wake up. Please…? I-I can’t…please don’t leave me. Stay with me. I can’t lose you, dammit! Come back to me!” A few more violent shakes with no response finally grounded Jinx into reality. [Y/N] was really gone.

She clutched the girl’s head and shoulders and drove them even further against her–as close as she physically could–as she let out a scream of agony and sorrow. She heaved with every sob as she rocked back and forth. Her hands shook violently as she brought them down after several moments to cradle [Y/N]’s pale, lifeless face in them. This couldn’t be reality. She had already lost so much at such a young age–she didn’t deserve to experience this all over again! She was supposed to live out a happy life with [Y/N] and find ways to cope with her trauma in a healthy way. But now it was all in vain. Without [Y/N] by her side, she’d never be able to stay sane again–even with Silco there to support her. Could she have prevented this?

Of course she could’ve–she told herself. If she had found the girl sooner, she wouldn’t have been attacked. Or if she had just never let them get separated, she would’ve been able to keep a better eye on her. Or–better yet–if [Y/N] had just never come on this mission with her at all, there never would’ve been a risk.

But of course–she knew–there always would’ve been a risk. After all, [Y/N] was the lover of the most feared and hated girl in the undercity. This meant, in turn, she was also hated and feared. It was almost destiny.