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𝐴 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑒

Pairings: Goody Addams x Normie Fem reader

A/n: based music called fable and sailor song by Gigi perez. And I love you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams

Warning: some dates or parts are not accurate about what happened in 1620's stories about Goody Addams. I hope this helps the confusion.

And also there is a little bit angst. So I already warned some of you.

A/n: I'm quite overthinker about making this story and It takes 4 or 7 days I guess.😆🥹

Happy Halloween 🎃✨🍂

𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥.

March 17, 1625

I was walking through the woods when I spotted a girl who appeared to be a 'normie' because of the way she was dressed.

As she approached the lake, she removed her hat, and I heard her exclaim, "For the love of god! Why am I surrounded by bunch of narrow-minded old people?!" Her outburst took me by surprise.

I couldn't help but be intrigued by the girl's statement. It seemed like she didn't quite fit in with the "normies," which piqued my curiosity.

I quietly observed her from behind a nearby tree, not wanting to be spotted. I was curious to see what she was up to.

"Ah, good heavens! These folks around me are more tiresome than a plague-ridden rat! Their minds are as closed as a miser's purse, and their wits as sharp as a dull butter knife. I swear, one more prattling from them will turn my hair as grey as a storm cloud!"

She continued to rant and complain about the people surrounding her, unaware of my presence. I couldn't help but chuckle at her unfiltered honesty, finding it strangely refreshing.

I was both amused and entertained by her feisty and uncensored attitude. She clearly had no fear or hesitation in expressing her thoughts, regardless of the consequences.

I continued to watch her from a distance, finding her a breath of fresh air amongst the "normies."

As I leaned in closer, I regret my decision as I accidentally stepped on a dry branch, causing it to snap and catching the girl's attention. She turned around and, upon seeing me, exclaimed, "Oh, Goody Addams."

I was somewhat surprised that she addressed me by my actual name instead of the various derogatory nicknames that some people had given me, such as "beast," "Lucifer's mistress," or "witch."

It was unusual for a "normie" to address me so casually, especially when I was known for my dark and mysterious aura.

She didn't scream or run away in fear at the sight of me, but instead responded with a casual greeting.

Her lack of fear and the fact that she knew who I was piqued my interest even more.

"And what might you be doing out here in the woods alone, darling?" I asked curiously, stepping towards her but still maintaining a safe distance.

The girl seemed a bit startled by my sudden approach, but she quickly composed herself. "Oh, I was just getting some fresh air. Needed to escape from the suffocating company of those narrow-minded folks back there," she said, gesturing vaguely in the direction she had come from.

It was evident that she wasn't far away, located in the same part of Jericho.

She then crossed her arms, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "And how about you, Goody Addams? What brings you to these dark woods?"

I chuckled at her response. Her unfiltered attitude was truly refreshing. "Ah, well, I was simply taking a stroll, enjoying the quiet solitude of these woods," I replied, tilting my head slightly.

I had to admit, I was finding this girl's company enjoyable. She didn't seem fazed by my presence, and she had a fire in her that was admirable.

She nodded, still looking at me with a curious expression. "Well, it must be nice to wander around without being judged or gawked at like an animals exhibit," she commented, her tone slightly bitter.

She was clearly referring to the common treatment I received from the "pilgrims," and her comment made me wonder if she had experienced similar prejudices in her own life.

"Indeed, it's a small solace amidst the constant scrutiny and rumors that follow me in town," I admitted, sighing softly.

I had grown used to the judgmental stares and whispers that accompanied me wherever I went, but that didn't make them any less annoying. It was nice to converse with someone who didn't judge me based on my appearance or reputation.

The girl nodded, understandingly. "It's infuriating, isn't it? How people never bother to try and understand you. They just jump to conclusions and form their opinions based on assumptions," she remarked, a hint of frustration in her voice.

She seemed to have some personal experience with being judged unfairly, and I found myself wanting to ask about her story.

"You're quite observant, my dear. It seems you've experienced the same kind of discrimination yourself," I commented, studying her features closely.

She was very pretty, with delicate yet sharp features and a slender figure, with those dress that seems mix of both a masculine and a feminine style. However, her gaze was what intrigued me the most. There was a depth to her eyes, like she had seen the world for what it really was.

"Hah, yes. Not only myself, but many other women as well. I simply cannot fathom how men can be so narrow-minded and make such foolish rules about women reading books. It's truly laughable. If they only knew the depth of my knowledge, they'd probably mistake me for a witch."

I chuckled at her insightful observation. It was true that men often imposed such rules on women, limiting their intellect and freedom. It was a frustrating reality, but one that I had grown accustomed to.

However, her comment about being mistaken for a witch piqued my interest. I knew she was most likely just speaking metaphorically, but it also made me wonder if she had any hidden talents or abilities herself.

"My, you certainly have a sharp tongue, darling. If you lived in this town, the 'pilgrims' would have you tied to a stake in no time," I remarked with a small smile, secretly amused by her feisty attitude.

She was definitely a unique character, and I found myself enjoying this conversation more than any I had had in a long time.

"If those narrow-minded fools ever caught me reading a book," she rolled her eyes before continuing. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Solace."

She then came forward and extended her hand towards me, introducing herself.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her confident and slightly irritated response. She had a lot of fire in her, and it was refreshing.

I took her hand in mine, shaking it gently, "Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Solace. I'm Goody Addams, though you already seem to know that."

I kept my grip on her hand for a moment longer than necessary, studying her face closely. Her features were delicate and dainty, but there was a strength in her gaze that showed she wasn't easily intimidated.

It was evident that she was no ordinary 'normie.' She had a wildness about her, a spark of rebellion that mirrored my own.

"You know, darling, you're not like the other 'normies' in this village," I observed, a small smirk playing on my lips.

"Most of them are spineless cowards who quiver in fear at the mere mention of my name. But you, you don't seem bothered by it. In fact, you're quite intrigued, aren't you?" I teased, my eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

She raised an eyebrow, meeting my gaze without an ounce of fear. "I find it quite difficult to fear someone simply because of a name, blonde hair, or a label. Your reputation means absolutely nothing to me," she replied bluntly, her voice steady and unwavering.

She was a curious one.

"Ah, how refreshing to hear someone who isn't swayed by idle gossip and reputation. It's a rare trait in these parts," I replied, a genuine smile tugging the corners of my lips.

"You have a lot of courage, darling. It's quite admirable. I'm actually starting to like you."

There was a sincerity in my tone as I spoke, and I found myself feeling a strange sense of comfort in her presence.

Y/n chuckled lightly, her eyes flickering with amusement. "Oh, I'm well aware of the gossip and rumors surrounding you, Goody Addams. Everyone in this town seems to be afraid of you, and I find it rather amusing. You're just a woman with a peculiar taste in style and preference for solitude. Not exactly someone to be afraid of, in my opinion."

Her words held a hint of sarcasm, a playful jab at the superstitions and misconceptions that had followed me all my life.

"Then, you don't believe in those foolish superstitions that claim I'm a witch?" I inquired with curiosity.

Those people were right in labeling me as a witch, but I certainly held no allegiance to the so-called Devil or demons.

Y/n chuckled, amused by my question. "Of course not, darling. I'm not so easily taken in by ridiculous tales and superstitions. In fact, I find the whole idea of witches and demons to be laughably absurd. Most of the 'evil-doings' in this town can be attributed to simple mischief or ignorance, not malevolent forces."

She crossed her arms, a hint of smirk on her lips.

"It's truly absurd. People fail to comprehend that women possessing knowledge are being unfairly mistaken for being witches due to their ignorance."

She then flashed me a wide grin and asked, "So, do you desire to be my friend?"

I was slightly taken aback by her sudden question, but I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. "Friends, you say? Well, it seems only fitting, doesn't it? After all, you're not scared of me like the rest of these spineless simpletons."

There was a hint of sarcasm in my tone, but there was also a genuine sense of camaraderie. I had to admit, I was starting to enjoy her company.

"Yes, why not, my dear? I suppose we can be friends."

Y/n's grin widened at my acceptance. "Wonderful! It's a deal then," she said, holding out her hand for a handshake.

As I shook her hand, I felt a strange warmth spread through me. It was a foreign feeling, one I hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made me question if this friendship would be a mistake.

In this village of judgmental fools and small minds, making friends was risky. Yet, there was something about Y/n that made it all worthwhile.

————— 🕯️🍁🍊

Days turned, weeks into months, and my friendship with Y/n only grew stronger. We spent most of our days exploring the woods together, discussing our mutual distaste for the narrow-minded folks of the village, and delving into fascinating topics that I had never had the opportunity to converse about before.

There was a certain kinship between us, a connection that neither of us could ignore. However, as time passed, I began to question the nature of our friendship.

I found myself wanting to spend more time with her, to hear her laugh and see her radiant smile. I told myself that it was nothing more than a deep friendship, a companionship based on shared interests and a mutual understanding.

But one day, as I watched her from behind a tree, her hair flowing in the wind, I couldn't deny the flutter in my heart or the way my breath caught in my throat.

I tried to ignore these feelings, telling myself it was just a passing infatuation. But as the days went on, it became harder to deny the growing attraction I was feeling towards her.

I was falling in love with her.

I tried to suppress my feelings, to bury them deep down inside, but every time I saw her smile, every time she challenged me with her quick wit and sharp tongue, I felt the walls around my heart shake and falter.

I knew it was foolish. I knew it was hopeless.

The query lingered within me, the million-dollar question - Does she feel the same way, as a woman like me? I couldn't bring myself to ask her straight out, not because I feared an answer, but because I didn't want to jeopardize the care and trust we had painstakingly grown together.

And yet, beneath the surface, an unspoken worry nagged in the corners of my mind. I understood she lived in a society of closed-minded people who harbored prejudices against same-sex relationships.

She may be open-minded, but there was still a chance she harbored the same thoughts. The thought that a woman, such as myself, could potentially love another woman, or that a man could love another man.

It was an unsettling possibility, given the strict societal norms and judgments that surrounded us.

My heart fluttered at the thought but my head warned of the risks. Our friendship meant too much to me to risk pushing her away with this forbidden love.

But I could no longer deny my love for her.

——— ✨☀️🍂

We sat together under the cool shade of the tree, the sun filtering through the branches and casting dappled light on the ground. Y/n held an apple in her hand, twirling it idly as we talked.

"You know," she began, a small smirk playing on her face, "I've been thinking."

I turned to look at her curiously. "Oh? And what have you been thinking about, my dear?" I inquired

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you know what I mean," she teased, nudging me gently. "Sometimes you get so fixated on your own thoughts and worries that you forget to see the world around you."

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep up the facade of irritation. "And what world, pray tell, am I missing?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n laughed, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. "The world around you, silly," she replied, grinning widely. "The world of possibilities, of adventure, of... love."

As she spoke, her eyes locked onto mine, her gaze intense and sincere.

I let out a soft sigh, my expression softening. "What good would those things do for someone like me, dearest? I'm an outcast, a pariah in this miserable town. Love is a luxury I cannot afford."

I spoke the words quietly, the weight of resignation in my voice.

But it was easier to accept my lot in life than to hope for something that could never be mine.

"So, you may be an outcast, but it hardly matters," she responded in a casual tone with a slight shrug.

"I don't comprehend why people label you a witch. As far as I can see, you're simply a distinctive and lovely young woman with remarkable blonde twin braids." Y/n added as she stare at me with those lovely eyes of hers.

I raised an eyebrow at her casual tone, amused by her casualness."You truly think being an outcast doesn't matter? That I'm simply a unique and gorgeous blonde with a penchant for twin braids?" I asked, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

It became clear that she harbored no belief in superstitions until she witnessed it herself, unaware that she was currently in the company of a genuine witch.

Her lack of fear or disdain was refreshing, but it also left me feeling a bit exposed.

I knew I should probably tell her the truth, to come clean about my abilities and the magic that coursed through my veins. But as I sat there, looking into her eyes, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

There was something about her innocence and naivety that I couldn't bear to shatter. She saw me as just 'a unique lady' with twin braids, and I couldn't bring myself to take that from her.

So, I decided to play along, to keep up the charade for a little while longer. "Perhaps you're right," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "Maybe I am just a unique and gorgeous blonde with twin braids."

I smiled at her, my heart filled with a mixture of guilt and affection.

For now, I would let her live in her blissful ignorance, even if it meant keeping a part of myself hidden away.

Y/n's eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to my words. "See? You're catching on, my dear," she teased, poking my arm playfully.

She leaned back against the tree, her eyes closing as she basked in the warm sunlight.

I knew I was playing with fire, keeping my secret from her. But I couldn't help it. The thought of her knowing my true nature, of seeing me as a witch with all the baggage that came along with it, terrified me.

The reminding me of the consequences of revealing my secret. I couldn't give her my heart, I couldn't risk her safety. I was stuck, torn between two truths.

As the sunlight dappled through the leaves, Y/n's face seemed to glimmered in the golden rays. She looked ethereal, like a nymph come alive amidst nature's bounty.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingers, to bury myself in her warmth and her scent. But I knew it was hopeless. I was a witch, and she was a simple normie. There was no place for us in this world together.

But that didn't stop me from wanting her.

———— 🕯️🍂☀️

October 13, 1625

The day Crackstone started his fiery crusade against outcasts was like a match thrown into a powder keg.

The villagers, whipped up into a frenzy by his false rhetoric, began to believe his lies wholeheartedly. They were convinced that the outcasts were evil, demonic creatures sent to corrupt their innocent society.

Fear and suspicion spread like wildfire through the town, as rumors and whispers circulated among the villagers. They pointed fingers, made assumptions, and cast judgment without a hint of mercy.

The anger and hatred in the eyes of the villagers were palpable, their once innocent faces twisted with prejudice and disgust.

It was a dark day for us outcasts, marked by the rise of the oppressive regime of Crackstone and his misguided followers.

And I knew, y/n was now aware that I'm a real witch, and because of that, I depart without telling her and I'm afraid to face her.

I hid myself, blending into the shadows of the trees and the cracks of the walls. The tension in the air was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the occasional winds, and buzzing sounds coming from the insects.

I knew I had to move quickly and silently, lest I'll be discovered by the zealous villagers who were out in droves, searching for any sign of an outsider.

It was a dangerous time, a time when fear and suspicion reigned supreme.

Just then, I heard footsteps, causing me to freeze in fear and anger. However, to my surprise, it was Y/n. She had donned a set of pilgrims' clothing. I wanted to confront her immediately, but I chose to remain silent.

A woman called out, inquiring, "Is there someone there, dear?"

Y/n replied in shout, "There's nothing here!" She cast a sidelong glance at me, silently gesturing for me to be quiet.

"I see, thank you, dear." The woman responded, before walking away, allowing us to let out a collective sigh of relief. I quickly darted a questioning look at Y/n, attempting to make sense of her attire.

I slowly walk towards Y/n, my heart still racing from the close call with the pilgrim woman. I couldn't help but be perplexed by her choice of attire.

With a slight frown, I whispered to her, "Why are you dressed like a pilgrim?"

I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as I looked at Y/n's pilgrim clothing. It felt like a betrayal, an act of complicity in the prejudiced attitudes of the village.

"Are you one of them?" I asked bluntly, my voice betraying a hint of hurt.

I waited anxiously for her response, my heart hammering in my chest as I searched her face for any hint of deception.

Y/n looking at me for a moment, in caring look on her face.

I didn't want to believe that she had turned against me, against us outcast, but the sight of her pilgrim clothing was a hard pill to swallow.

"Explain yourself," I demanded, my voice filled with a mix of anger and heartbreak. "Why are you dressed like one of them?"

"I may be wearing their clothes, but I am not one of them. You have to believe me." Y/n calm reassurance with a hint of soft spoken coming from her lips as she looks at me.

Y/n's soft-spoken reassurance did little to ease my troubled heart. I wanted to believe her, to trust in the friendship we had built together.

But the sight of her in pilgrim garb, blending in with the very people who sought to destroy us, filled me with unease.

I sighed, crossing my arms. "How can I believe you when you wear their clothes? It feels like a betrayal." My voice cracked with emotion as I confronted her, the pain of feeling betrayed cutting deep.

"After all we've been through, all the conversations we've had, you're wearing the clothes of the people who want outcasts like me, gone. Can you not see how that looks?"

She met my gaze, revealing, "I want to save you. You're aware, I'm a normie, and since Joseph Crackstone started his speech a few days ago, I feared for your life."

Y/n continued, "I thought, for a moment, that allying myself with them would give me the chance to save you, away from danger."

My heart wrenched at her revelation, my mind awhirl with emotions. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She had put herself in danger, in the midst of these prejudiced villagers, all to save me?

But the mere thought of her pretending to share their hateful ideals, of her pretending to be like them, left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"You really think disguising yourself as one of them will keep me safe?" I retorted, my voice low with anger, hurt, and fear. "You realize that they would turn on you in a heartbeat the moment they find out you're not who they think you are? This is dangerous, foolish!"

Y/n chuckled lightly, a hint of irony in her voice as if she wasn't afraid of the consequences. "Of course, I did. It was a calculated risk, of course."

She gestured to her pilgrim attire.

"I dressed like one of them, and while I was with them, I learned their every move, their habits, and I eavesdropper on their conversations."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"In the meantime, I was keeping my eye on you, following you when you were alone, and gathering information. And also, I'm glad I manage to find you here."

I was shocked and, to my surprise, impressed by her revelation. I didn't expect her to take such drastic measures to keep watch over me.

Yet, her actions also filled me with fear for her safety. "You've been doing all this while pretending to be one of them?" I asked, my voice a mixture of admiration and worry.

"Indeed, my dearest," Y/n responded, her gaze fixed on me. "I did. After all, I am a Normie. They won't perceive me as a threat."

Her words only added to the uneasiness within me. She was right; the villagers would see her as safe simply because she was a normie. I knew firsthand how easily people judged and made assumptions based on appearances.

But the idea of her putting herself in danger just to keep me safe was both touching and terrifying.

I let out a deep sigh, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. "You could have gotten yourself killed, you know," I said, my voice heavy with concern. "You don't have to put yourself in danger like this for me. It's not worth it."

I wanted to shake her, to make her understand the gravity of her actions. But I also knew that she was stubborn, as stubborn as me. Telling her to stop would most likely fall on deaf ears, and I didn't want to risk losing her friendship by being too overbearing.

She gazing intently at me, her voice soft as she inquired, "Now, tell me. Why didn't you tell me, Goody, that you are a witch? Why did you choose to flee without saying a word?"

A mixture of guilt and shame washed over me at her question. I had hoped to avoid this subject, to keep my true identity concealed from her.

However, I knew I could no longer keep silent.

I averted my eyes, unable to meet her gaze.

"I..." I started, my words faltering. "I... I didn't want you to know," I admitted softly, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"I was ashamed of what I was, of the power that I possessed, and I feared that you would reject me if you knew the truth."

The words I had been reluctant to speak were finally out in the open. My secret was laid bare before Y/n, and I couldn't help but feel vulnerable.

I braced myself for her reaction, fearing that she would turn away from me in disgust, just as I had feared all along. But as I looked at her, I saw no disgust, only a mixture of surprise and sadness.

Finally, she broke the silence, saying, "Why would you think that I would reject you?"

Her voice was calm, her tone almost... Hurt.

I swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt. My own insecurities had led me to believe the worst, and now I had hurt her with my assumptions.

"I..." I started, struggling to find the right words. "I guess I just didn't believe you would accept me. I thought that if you knew I was a witch, you would see me as something unnatural, something dangerous."

I glanced up at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Goody," Y/n's call my name. Her voice has hint of mix anger and heartbreaking, her eyes starting to tearing up.

Her hurt expression made my heart ache, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me once again.

She was here because of me, because of my own cowardice and fear. She had put herself in danger, all because she was worried about me.

I couldn't bear the thought of her being injured or worse because of my secret.

"You shouldn't have come," I blurted out, anger at myself mixing with my guilt. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my anger and guilt under control. "You don't understand," I forced out, my voice hoarse. "People like me, witches, aren't accepted here. The pilgrims, the normies, they hate us, and they will stop at nothing to get rid of us."

"I am dangerous to be around," I continued, my voice shaking. "And you, a normie, shouldn't have anything to do with me. You're better off with your own kind. You don't know what they'll do if they find out you've been helping an outcast."

The truth of my words hung heavy in the air between us, like a dark cloud looming over our heads. I knew what I was saying was true; the village was a powder keg, waiting to explode with prejudice and violence. And I couldn't bear the thought of Y/n being caught in the crossfire.

I looked at her, silently pleading with my eyes. "Please, Y/n," I implored, my voice barely above a whisper. "You have to promise me you'll stay away from me. It's too dangerous. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me."

I wanted her to be safe, even if it meant sacrificing our friendship. The thought of her being hurt because of me was unbearable, and I would do anything to protect her.

After all, I love her, more than anything.

Y/n didn't speak for a long moment. She looked at me, her eyes searching my face, seeming to read my thoughts and emotions. I could sense the conflict within her, the pain of knowing that I was trying to distance myself from her, just as much as it felt painful to me.

Finally, she let out a shaky sigh, her eyes never leaving mine. "I can't promise that," she said softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and determination.

"Y/n," I said, my voice strained with frustration. "You don't understand. I'm trying to protect you. If they find out you've been helping me, if they find out you've been helping an outcast, they'll come after you. You'll be..."

I couldn't bring myself to say it, the words refusing to come out.

I looked away, unable to bear the sight of her determined expression. "Please," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just... stay away from me. It's for your own good."

The silence that followed was deafening, and I could feel the tension between us like a physical presence. I knew I was hurting her, that my words were pushing her away, but it was for her own good.

"Goody," Y/n began, her tone laced with a mixture of annoyance and hurt.

"You're aware that I never really believed in superstitions, but as soon as I heard Joseph Crackstone accuse you of being a witch, I could sense that something was off. That's why I was determined to find you, even if it meant joining the pilgrims group, as I had mentioned earlier. I'm relieved that I'm here with you now."

She then place her hand into my left cheek as she caress gentle, "Don't shoo me, Goody."

Her touch was gentle, yet it felt like a dagger to my heart. The way she caressed my cheek, the softness in her voice, it was all too much for me.

"I'm not trying to shoo you," I protested, my voice wavering. "I'm trying to protect you."

I pulled away from her touch, unable to bear the feel of her hand on my face. "I don't want you to be in danger because of me," I repeated, my voice gaining an edge of desperation.

"You should be with your own kind, with the normies," I insisted, my tone becoming more forceful. "You shouldn't be around me, an outcast, a witch. It's not safe for you."

"I am aware of the risks, but none of it matters to me," Y/n explained firmly. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe." She emphasized, "I joined the pilgrims in the hope of saving you, just as I've said. I would do it even if it costs me my own life." Y/n gestured to herself, expressing her willingness to bear any consequences.

My mind was blown, I couldn't believe Y/n had gone through all this trouble, just to save me.

"That's... that's exceedingly dangerous," I whispered, still stunned. "Why have you gone to such lengths for me? You now understand I am a witch."

Y/n's expression softened, her eyes brimming with the same mixture of emotions I was feeling.

"Because," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I can't bear the thought of something happening to you."

She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

"I love you," she confessed, her words a breathless murmur.

My heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words. I had longed to hear her say it, had hoped deep down that she might feel the same way I did, but to hear it aloud was something else entirely.

"You...you love me?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, needing to hear it again to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"With every fiber of my being," she answered without hesitation, her eyes locking with mine.

My heart thumped in my chest, my mind struggling to catch up. It was all so sudden, so unexpected. "But... but why?" I asked, still dazed.

Y/n chuckled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of my hand. "Why not?" she replied, her voice warm. "You're smart, brave, funny, caring, and not to mention, incredibly stubborn. I've seen you fight for what you believe in, stand up for yourself and others. How could I not fall in love with you."

Her words ringing in my ears like a sweet melody. It was the declaration I had longed to hear, yet I couldn't believe it was true.

She loved me. Y/n, the person I had grown fond of, the normie who had stood by my side despite the danger, she loved me.

I looked at her, searching her eyes, looking for any sign that this was a cruel jest, but all I found was the sincerity of her words reflected in her gaze.

Then, without a word, I pulled her into another tight, embrace.

"By the Gods," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "I love you too."

My arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as if I never wanted to let go. I buried my face in her hair, savoring the moment, the feeling of her body against mine.

"I love you," I repeated, my voice still filled with disbelief and wonder. "I've loved you for so long, but I never thought you could love me back."

I pulled back a little bit, just enough to look into her eyes once again. The love and emotion I saw there took my breath away.

"But," I continued, my voice turning serious, "you have to understand that being with me is dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

As I said the words, the worry and fear for her safety returned, filling my heart with a sense of foreboding.

"The village, the norms," I said, my voice heavy with the weight of the truth. "They won't accept us. They'll do everything to separate us, to get rid of me. And you'll be in danger just by being seen with me."

"I don't care what the village or the norms think," she said firmly. "I don't care if they don't accept us, or if they try to hurt me for being with you. All I care about is being with you."

Her words were filled with resolve, and her eyes held a determination that made my heart swell and ache at the same time.

I gave a small smile, "I never thought this day would come, that you could feel the same way about an outcast like me."

The danger, the tension, the fear, all of it faded into the background as we reveled in the realization that we shared the same feelings.

"I can't believe this is happening," I muttered, holding her tighter. "You're risking your life, everything to save me, and yet you... love me?"

Y/n chuckled lightly, her breath warm against my cheek, "Of course, I love you, you foolish woman. I wouldn't be doing all of this if I didn't."

I couldn't help but smile at her gentle teasing. It was such a relief to be here with her, in her embrace, knowing that our feelings were mutual.

"I'm such a damn fool," I muttered, burying my face in her shoulder again. "I could have lost you over my own stupidity."

"But you didn't," Y/n reassured me, her hand stroking my back softly. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

I took a shaky breath, trying to control the sudden surge of emotions that welled up inside me.

"I'll make it up to you," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you for risking your life for me."

"You don't have to do anything," Y/n replied, a hint of a smile in her voice. "Just love me, and let me love you."

I pulled back slightly so I could look her in the eyes, my heart feeling as though it might burst.

"I will," I murmured, taking her face in my hands. "I will love you, with all my heart, every day, for as long as you'll have me."

We remained standing like that for what felt like an eternity, holding onto each other as if our lives depended on it. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just her and me, two souls connected by a love that transcended societal norms and prejudices.

As I held Y/n in my arms, I realized that I had been blind to the truth all along. Love didn't care about labels or titles, it simply existed, raw and uncontainable. And that was the most powerful magic of all.

I lifted my head, looking into Y/n's eyes, wanting to say something to express the depth of my feelings. But words failed me, and so I leaned in and kissed her. It was a tender, unhurried kiss, filled with all the love and devotion I had kept buried inside.

As we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. "I love you too," I whispered.

Y/n smiled warmly, her eyes shining with happiness. "I know," she replied softly, her voice filled with affection.

And in that moment, as we stood there, a witch and a normie, defying every convention, I knew that love truly did conquer all.

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Take you for completing my childhood miss Maggie Smith. I knew you will reunited along with your dearest friends of yours. 🪽💕

Rest in peace to an absolute treasure, Dame Maggie Smith.

They’ve been reunited 🤍

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Journey's End

Pairings: Elf Wednesday x Hero Fem reader

Part 2/???

If you didn't read the first story. This is the link of Part 1

Reminders: This is an A.U. A version from anime called Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. So their personalities will be mix up and including their appearance.

For example: Like Wednesday, she has a white hair and green eyes while Fem reader has blue eyes and h/c.

Yoko was a half dwarf and Enid was a human being Priestess.

A/n: I hope you guys enjoy this story.✨

Third P.O.V.

"Mage Wednesday Adamus."

"Hero Y/n Celest."

"Priestess Enid Amilair."

"Warrior Yoko Tana."

The king's words echo through the square, the crowd of citizens listening intently to his pronouncement. The king proclaimed in turn, before continuing.

"You've done well defeating the demon king. A peaceful era will know dawn upon this world."

The citizens let out cries of joy upon hearing the king's words, clearly ecstatic at the realization that the age of strife had finally come to an end.

Wednesday P.O.V.

We are now walking in the plaza, having just departed from the castle.

"It appears that the King intends to commission statues of us for display in this very plaza," Y/n states.

I acknowledge with a nod, my face betraying no hint of the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

"Indeed, the King did mention such a plan," I respond, my voice maintaining an even and imperturbable tone. "Such a way of recognizing one's contributions is rather strange, I must remark."

"well, I have strong doubts on whether or not they'll be able to faithfully reproduce a handsome woman like me though. HAHAHAHA." y/n reply as she laugh.

Indeed, Y/N's beauty was undeniable. Her striking blue eyes and her (messy short hair/hijab/her long hair/curly hair, etc.) somehow combined to form an captivating image that drew me in more than I cared to admit.

"Yes, it would indeed be quite a challenge for any sculptor to do justice to a visage of such captivating charm and perfection," I concede.

Y/n laughs heartily, clearly enjoying my dry humor.

"Oh, absolutely," she says, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I have no doubt they'll manage to capture my humble perfection flawlessly. It'll be like looking in a mirror."

"Oh, of course," I reply dryly. "How could any mere mortal sculptor possibly hope to capture the absolute flawless beauty that you possess? It's a futile endeavor, really."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help a small smirk from forming on my lip. Her exaggerated modesty is irritating, yet weirdly endearing at the same time.

Y/n gives an exaggerated curtsy, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Why, thank you," she says, feigning a look of mock surprise. "I had no idea you thought so highly of my appearance."

I huff out a small huff of amusement, but I quickly regain my composure.

"I doubt anyone has ever thought lowly of your appearance," I retort. "Your beauty is quite... noticeable."

As we banter back and forth, I can't help but wonder yet again why this woman, with her irritatingly charismatic demeanor, has such an inexplicable effect on me. It's maddening.

Suddenly, enid interrupt us.

"Now now. Wednesday. We can drink alcohol for free now, so is that more than enough?" Enid spoke this time as she's holding a mug of beer. Ironically she's a priestess.

I glance at Enid, raising an eyebrow at her suggestion.

"You just can't resist a free drink, can you, Enid?" I say in a dry tone, already knowing the answer.

Enid grins unrepentantly, shrugging with feigned innocence.

"What can I say? It's a perk of the job," she replies, her tone light. "Plus, it would be a crime not to take advantage of the King's generosity."

"You corrupt priestess." I replied dryly.

Enid just laughs at my comment, unbothered by my bluntness.

"Guilty as charged!" Enid replies with a shrug and a cheeky grin. "But can you blame me? Free drinks and a priestess salary? I'm practically living the dream."

I roll my eyes once again at her carefree demeanor, but there's a hint of amusement in my expression.

"You know, one day your habit of drinking and carefree attitude might get you into trouble," I can't help but add, a hint of warning in my voice.

Enid just waves off my comment with a dismissive gesture.

"Oh, please. Where's the fun in being a priestess if I have to worry about getting into trouble?" she replies cheekily. "Besides, I know how to handle myself. I'll be fine."

I shake my head, knowing that arguing with her is futile. Enid has always been carefree and wild, even when we first meet.

"Whatever you say," I say with a hint of resignation. "But don't come crying to me when something inevitably goes wrong."

As we continue walking, yoko spoke this time. "It's all over, huh?"

"Yes it is. This marks the end of our journey." Y/n said.

"Ten years, hmm? A lot of happened in that time has it not?" Enid said in thoughtful while she's holding a jag of beer.

I give a contemplative nod, acknowledging the gravity of our shared experience. Despite the fact that our adventure feels like it has lasted only a few weeks, I am keenly aware that it has been a significant span of time given the vast differences in the lifespans of elves, dwarf and humans.

"Even on the day if departure, Y/n and yoko going to be executed for being impertinent to the King." Enid think before she giggled.

I roll my eyes at Enid's remark, but there is a hint of exhaustion in the gesture.

"Please, let's not start with that again," I say, my tone carrying a hint of weariness. "There's no need to bring up the fact that we all would have been executed by the King on the day of our departure. I'd rather not dwell on that unpleasant memory."

Y/n gave an amused chuckle, clearly not bothered by the reminder.

"Oh, come on, Wednesday," she says with a smirk. "Where's your sense of drama? I think being executed for impertinence kind of fits our story, don't you think?"

I shoot her a disapproving glare, but can't help but feel a pang of amusement at her unflappable attitude.

Then Y/n added in amused in her tone, "There were also times when Enid would be totally useless after getting a hangover, hm?"

"And that would happen to her once every week." Yoko added.

I can't help but let out a weary sigh at the mention of Enid's tendency to overindulge in alcohol. It's a habit of hers that I have grown accustomed to over the years.

"I swear, that girl has the liver of a dragon," I comment dryly. "It boggles the mind how she manages to function in the morning after such excesses."

Enid merely gave a sheepish grin, seemingly unrepentant.

"What can I say? A girl has her vices," she replied, sipping her beer unflapped.

Yoko shakes her head with a fond smile. "You truly are incorrigible, Enid."

It becomes apparent that I possess a greater level of proficiency in our current moment, so I respond as such.

"On that note, I was outstanding —" suddenly I was cut off.

"Wednesday. We considered leaving you behind when you got gobbled by a mimic." Yoko remind it.

I let out a small scoff at Yoko's reminder, recalling the less than favorable incident in question.

"Yes, that was...unfortunate," I admit, my tone grudging. "But it was a momentary lapse in judgment, and I rectified the situation quite efficiently, if I do say so myself."

Enid couldn't help but laugh at the comment.

"Don't sugarcoat it, Wednesday. You got completely owned by a mimic," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And I seem to recall you screaming like a little girl when it swallowed you whole."

"To clarify, I am not exerting these high-pitched exclamations out of torment," I responded with my characteristic deadpan tone. "Rather, I am expressing my surprise at not encountering Grim Reaper." I added, injecting a touch of dry humor into my words.

Yoko chuckled, clearly amused by my explanation.

"Oh, of course. Because it's completely normal to scream in a non-agony way when faced with the prospect of meeting Mr. Death, right?" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Enid snorted in agreement, her laughter growing heartier as she struggled to contain herself.

"Geez.. it seems we've only ever had ridiculous memories. But still it was fun. I'm glad I could adventure with you all." Y/n said as she grinning towards us.

"Yes.. it is." Enid smiles.

"It was short though." I simple said it.

"Short? What do you mean? It was ten years, you know?" Y/n reply as she shook her head. Then she goes beside to Enid.

"Look at Enid. She's totally reaching that age. Pitifully."

Enid gives Y/n a playful swat on the arm, a hint of mock indignation in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm not old yet, you know!" she protests, though she can't completely suppress a laugh.

Yoko joins in the teasing, her smirk widening.

"Oh come on, Enid. We all know you're reaching that ripe old age where you need regular naps and plenty of anti-aging creams."

"How rude." Enid reply as she roll her eyes.

"She's been like that since the beginning hasn't she?" I comment.

Y/n grins cheekily, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Oh, and don't forget the grey hairs. I can already see them sprouting on her head."

Enid huffs in mock irritation, her hands flying to her hair in a protective gesture.

"Hey! I still have plenty of years before I start getting grey hairs, you know! And also I'm practically younger than you in one year!"

Y/n and Yoko both laughed loudly at Enid's reaction, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of her.

"It won't be long now will it?" Yoko said

But then our conversation stop as we saw the sky. After all it was night time. The meteor shower.

We all fell silent as we lifted our gazes towards the night sky, utterly enthralled by the breathtaking sight unfolding above us. The heavens were clear, and the meteor shower was at its zenith, with streaks of light streaking across the sky like a celestial cascade.

A reverent hush enveloped our group, each of us too entranced by the mesmerizing display to utter a word.

"The 'Era Meteor' I believe they where called." Enid suddenly piped up in response.

"A meteor shower that happens once every 50 years." Y/n added.

"A perfect beginning of peaceful era." she concluded, her words suffused with a sense of wonder.

I caught the whispered words spilling from her lips as she continued to gaze fixedly at the sky. "How majestic..."

I continued to stare up at the sky, my thoughts wandering as I watched the meteors streak across the darkness.

"It's hard to see in this town, isn't it?" I asked them suddenly.

"There people having a moment. Try to reading a mood." Y/n rolled her eyes, amused by my bluntness.

Enid chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Wednesday, your timing could use some work," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Yoko gave a light-hearted giggle, clearly unsurprised by my bluntness.

"In that case," I address them, "Fifty years hence, I am certain of a locale where we shall witness an even more breathtaking spectacle. Therefore, I shall take it upon myself to guide you all there."

Enid's grin widens, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Oh? Planning ahead for our future get-togethers, are you?" she teases.

Yoko laughs softly, her gaze thoughtful. "Fifty years from now, huh? Sounds like an adventure worth looking forward to."

I discern the soft sound of Y/n's giggles, and my gaze meets with the fondness that dances across her features.

"What?" I query, my voice tinged with curiosity.

She responds with a tender smile, "Oh, it's nothing, Wednesday."

The way she looked at me, with that familiar gaze and the sparkle in her eyes, made me realize how captivating she truly was.

It was as if all her natural beauty suddenly intensified, her eyes resembling the mesmerizing blue hue of the elegant blue moon flower. It was almost enchanting.

I couldn't help but respond to her smile with a small, almost imperceptible one of my own. There was something about her that made me feel a mix of comfort and a sense of kinship, as if we shared a secret that only the two of us knew.

"And yes, let's watched together." she added, her eyes now fixated on the heavens above.

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"I too shall bid you all farewell for now." I responded, my gaze lingering upon each of my companions in turn.

"What are your plans upon parting ways?" Y/n inquired, although she was already aware of my intentions.

"I shall persist in my pursuit of arcane knowledge, with the aim of exploring the central provinces for the next century," I informed her calmly.

"Ah, the pursuit of knowledge. Always a worthy endeavor for you, isn’t it?" Y/n chuckled, her expression amused.

Enid snickered, clearly not surprised by my declaration. "Of course, of course. You and your love for knowledge."

Yoko's eyes flickered with understanding. "The Central Provinces, eh? That's a vast region to explore. But if anyone can handle it, it's definitely you, Wednesday."

I gave a slight nod, acknowledging Yoko's words. "Indeed, the Central Provinces offer a wealth of knowledge to be discovered. I look forward to delving into its libraries and manuscripts for as long as I can manage."

Upon uttering those words, I turn my back and begin to stride away, deliberately averting my gaze from my companions as I do so.

"Hey, you're not even going to say goodbye?" Enid called out in a half-hearted protest.

Yoko chuckled, used to my aloof demeanor. "You know that's just how Wednesday rolls."

I halted my footsteps but didn't look back, offering a simple response over my shoulder.

"There's no need for farewells. This isn’t a final goodbye. We will meet again." I was about to walk but...

"Wednesday..."

Hearing Y/N's voice calling out to me, I paused in my steps for a moment, though I did not turn around to face her.

"Your promise to come back to me, right?"

The weight of her question weighed heavily on me, and I knew that my response would hold great importance to her. I stood there silently for a few moments, not wanting to give a hollow assurance without truly understanding what she was asking of me.

After a long pause, I turned around to face her, my gaze steady and resolute.

"Yes," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "I assure you, I will come back to you."

The certainty in my voice left no room for doubt or speculation, and I could see the relief and hope in Y/N's eyes, her shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted from them.

I held Y/N's gaze for a few moments longer, silently conveying the seriousness and determination behind my words.

Then, without another word, I turned around and continued walking away, knowing that I had given her the assurance she had been seeking.

A part of me was reluctant to leave, the desire to stay by her side growing stronger as I put distance between us. But, I knew that I had a greater mission to fulfill, and I could not let my emotions interfere with my duty.

I could feel their eyes on my back, probably exchanging glances but I kept my gaze forward. There was no need for a grandiose farewell. We all knew our paths would cross again, and that was enough.

Third P.O.V.

Enid responds with a soft, amused tone, "It seems, Wednesday was really have a soft spot on you, y/n. Even that Elven emotions are somewhat elusive to us humans, doesn't it?"

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of warmth and playfulness.

"Well, Wednesday has always been a unique individual, to say the least," she said with a fond smile. "And you're right, her elven emotions are often difficult for us to decipher. But there are moments when her true feelings shine through, despite her cold exterior."

Enid gave a small smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"And I have a hunch that those moments are more frequent when she's around you," she teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Yoko chuckled and chimed in, her grin widening.

"Oh, absolutely. I've seen it myself - the way Wednesday's eyes soften just a bit when she looks at you. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there."

"I agree," Y/n responds softly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "but it appears that Wednesday herself has yet to acknowledge her own feelings."

Unable to suppress a gentle giggle, she adds, "It will likely take her several years to fully comprehend."

Enid and Yoko nodded in agreement, their grins widening.

Enid chuckled and said, "Oh, I don't have any doubt about that. Wednesday is stubborn as hell. She'll probably deny it to the end of the world before admitting her true feelings."

Yoko chimed in with a smirk. "But we all know the truth, don't we? It's only a matter of time before she realizes it herself."

Y/N smiled softly, a hint of affection in her eyes.

"Yes, it will take time, but I'm confident she will come to acknowledge her feelings in her own time," she said. "After all, sometimes the most stubborn individuals only need a little push and patience to unlock their true emotions."

Enid and Yoko exchanged a knowing grin, both silently agreeing on the truth of Y/N's words.

"Well, I hope she comes to her senses soon," Enid said with a playful huff. "It's getting tiring watching her try to hide her feelings all the time."

"And hopefully, we'll be there to witness it when she finally does," Yoko said, her voice low and filled with amusement.

Y/n, her curiosity piqued, mutters quietly to herself, "Just how long has our dear Wednesday been alive, I wonder?"

"Even if fifty years or a hundred years pass, It's probably just another day to her." she added, a hint of wonder in her voice.

Next Soon... Part 3 ✨

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Journey 's End

Pairings: Elf Wednesday X Hero Fem reader

Part 1/??

Part 2 -updated

Reminders: This will be A.U. A version from anime called Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.

So their personalities will be mix up and including their appearance.

Wednesday as Frieren

Y/n as Himmel

Enid as Heiter

Yoko as Eisen

Another reminder: Since it was A.U. their last name will be changed into this.

Wednesday Adamus - the mage elf

Y/n Celest - the hero

Enid Amilair - the priestess

Yoko Tana - the half dwarf warrior

A/n: This story will be based on few episodes of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. And also since I was kinda bored and little bit stress from study. I just made it story my own. 😂✨

Wednesday Adamus - age of 1000+

Y/n Celest - age of 26

Enid Amilair - age of 25

Yoko Tana - age of 227

Wednesday Adamus P.O.V.

It seems our journey has finally come to an end after we defeated the Demon King. Right now, Y/n and I are walking in the street as she plans to buy me a reward for defeating the Demon King.

Given that it was just the two of us, we continued our exploration of the stalls and merchants along the street. The thoroughfare was alive with activity, and the savoury smells of roasted meats and sugary confections filled the air. Children darted past us, their carefree laughter and playful tag games creating an air of merriment, transforming the scene into something reminiscent of a lively festival. Enid and Yoko, meanwhile, were engaged in their own pursuits.

I glanced towards Y/n, noticing her scanning the stalls with a thoughtful expression.

Y/n, being the sociable person she is, seemed right in her element as she browsed the stalls and chatted with the traders.

Her smile widened as she stopped in front of a particularly colorful stall, her eyes fixed on a array of trinkets and jewelry.

"Hey, Wednesday," she said, glancing over at me. "Come take a look at this. See anything you like?"

I moved to join Y/n at the stall, examining the assortment of trinkets, jewelry and miscellaneous items on display. The baubles on the table glistened in the sunlight, their hues as vibrant and diverse as a spectrum of colors.

I didn't need anything material to be happy, but Y/n was clearly enjoying the process of browsing for a gift for me. So I indulgently scanned the items with a neutral expression.

"No," I answered simply, not seeing anything of interest.

Y/n chuckled, not surprised by my response. "I figured as much," she said, her tone resigned. "You never were one for material things."

Y/n redirected her focus to the stall, her eyes skimming over the array of luminous trinkets on display. She examined each item meticulously, picking them up and then setting them aside with a shake of her head.

She then moved to another stall, and I dutifully followed.

For whatever reason, her unwavering resolve to find a suitable present for me was oddly endearing.

I watched as she persistently sought out the perfect gift, her dedication almost comical. Although I harbored a general indifference towards materialistic possessions, I found myself silently amused

Having observed her dismiss several items, I couldn't help but offer a remark. "You are aware that you are not obligated to purchase anything for me, correct?" I inquired, my voice betraying a trace of amusement.

Y/n glanced over at me and responded with a playful grin.

"I know that," she said, mock offense in her tone. "But I 'want' to get you something. You deserve it after all we've been through."

She redirected her attention to the stall, her eyes once again sweeping over the merchandise on display. This time, her expression was more earnest, as if she was fixated on finding something worthy enough to be bestowed upon me.

A slight eye roll escaped me, accompanied by an repressed smile. Y/n’s steadfast determination could be both endearing and infuriating.

As she persisted in her quest, her expression growing more and more concentrated, I pondered what it might be that she was searching for. Something practical? Something sentimental? Or perhaps something entirely random. With her, it could be any number of things.

We proceeded to another stall as she continued her search, sighing in frustration. “Wednesday,” she said, “You can choose whatever you like.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden offer. "Are you sure?"

Y/n nodded, clearly tired of searching. "Yes, go on. Choose anything you like."

I took a moment to consider her offer. It was unusual for me to choose a gift, but if Y/n wanted to end this futile hunt, I wasn’t about to argue.

I turned my gaze towards the stalls, looking for something but I just pick it up randomly.

"That was quick, you should put more thought into it." She replied with a pout.

I couldn't help but smirk at her pout, knowing how much she wanted me to pick something ‘perfect’. “I don’t need more thought,” I replied dryly. “This is fine.”

I held up the ring for her to see. It was a simple silver ring, plain and unadorned. It didn’t have any jewels, but it has a flower called lotus, but it was sturdy and well-made.

Y/n studied the ring, her pout transforming into a look of surprised look in her face before she smile.

I raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "What?" I asked, my voice slightly defensive.

Y/n just chuckled and shook her head. "Nothing," she said, a gentle smile purse in her lips while she stare at the ring as holding it.

We started to walk, after y/n's pay the ring towards the old lady.

As we walked, I couldn't help but glance at Y/n, still confused by her reaction to the ring. It was an ordinary thing to me, nothing special. But her smile suggested there was something more to it.

"Why do you look so pleased?" I asked, my voice betraying a little curiosity.

"It's nothing," she replied softly, her gaze fixed on the ring as we continued to walk.

"Wednesday," she called this time, causing me to expect her to hand it back.

"Thank you," I replied, but then, as if in slow motion, she stepped forward and knelt before me, gently taking my hand in hers as we stood Infront of the clock tower.

With a soft smile, she then proceeded to slide the ring onto my ring finger.

I watched, stunned into silence, as she slipped the ring onto my finger.

For a moment, I simply stared at the ring, now a part of me. I wasn’t one for sentimental gestures, but this felt...different.

I looked down at Y/n, still kneeling before me, her smile unwavering.

"What are you doing?" I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n smiled up at me, her eyes glimmering. Her answer was simple, but it held a weight that echoed in my chest.

"This ring," she said, her voice soft but steady, "Is a symbol. A symbol of our journey together."

She took my hand in both of hers, her fingers gently tracing the band of the ring.

"It's a symbol," she continued, her gaze never breaking from mine, "of what we've been through and what we’ve achieved. But most of all, it's a symbol of my promise to you."

Her actions had left me befuddled and her words sent a flutter of unfamiliar emotions coursing through me.

"Do you promise?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

Y/n responded with a resolute nod, her smile swelling with sincerity.

"Yes," she confirmed, "A promise that no matter what trials the future holds, I will remain at your side."

"But our groups will disperse after we defeat the Demon King," I reminded her. "In fifty years, I will set out on a journey alone. Will you still be waiting for me here when I return?"

Y/n nodded, her expression serious. "I am aware," she murmured softly. "However, it simply means that we must savor the time we have together to the fullest."

She gently squeezed my hand, not releasing her grip just yet. "And when your journey is complete and you return, I will be right here, steadfastly waiting for you."

There was a twinge of unease in my heart as her words settled in my mind. Fifty years was a considerable span for humans, and the possibilities of what could transpire within that timeframe were vast. For me, however, 50 years was merely equivalent to a handful of months - a stark difference in our respective lifespans.

"What if...you change your mind?" I voiced the thought that had been lingering in the back of my mind since she knelt before me.

Y/n shook her head, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "I won't," she replied, her voice firm.

She squeezed my hand more tightly. "I promise you, Wednesday," she said, her gaze burning into mine. "I will wait for you. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you to come back to me."

I held her gaze, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

There was none.

I realized then that Y/n's commitment to me was as real and true as the ring on my finger. She wasn't just making a promise in the heat of the moment. She truly meant it.

I opened my mouth, my mind whirling to find a response, but no words came. Instead, I just continued to grip her hand, her declaration echoing in my heart.

Y/n seemed to understand my silence. She didn't push for an immediate response. She just held my gaze, her expression patient and understanding.

We stood there in the shadow of the clock tower, surrounded by the bustle of the city, yet somehow it felt like we were in our own private world.

The ring on my finger, Y/n's promise, her declaration of love... All of it combined was almost too much for me to process. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Yet, as I stared into Y/n's eyes, I realized that I didn't want to experience it with anyone else.

"You have utterly surprised me," I finally managed to find my voice, my words escaping in a softer tone than I had intended.

Y/n merely smiled in return, a slightly crooked but still warm smile gracing her features. "That was my intention," she replied, "I derive pleasure from catching you off guard."

I found myself unable to suppress the small, involuntary smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. This woman was undoubtedly capable of being my undoing, and strangely enough, I found myself oddly drawn to that fact.

Next soon... Part 2

A/n: hope you guys did enjoy reading my story ✨

Bonus: lotus ring represent 'eternal love' 💕🥹 from Frieren: beyond journey's end.

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