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The Reunion Scene

Westley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Princess Bride

Day 10 Prompt: "It's alright, I'm here now."

Summary: Westley and his love reunite after she shoves him off a cliff, before realizing who he was of course.

Word Count: 1,070

Category: Fluff

A/N: I'm reading the Princess Bride novel and apparently "The Reunion Scene" in the book between Westley and Buttercup is a bit of a running gag (the wikipedia article can give a quick walk through for anyone curious), so I decided to write it! In the book, it's described as a three page scene, which is about the length of this. For anyone unaware of the wild lore behind the novel, I highly recommend a Wikipedia deep dive, it's very entertaining

Tagging @auroracalisto as my fellow Princess Bride fan :) Hope you're having an amazing first semester teaching!!

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I planted both hands against the chest of the man before me and shoved with all my strength, sending him careening over the cliff's edge. He'd killed my dearest love, and now returned to mock me, to dare imply I hadn't loved Westley. Whatever happened to me, I couldn't stand this man a minute longer. I shoved him of the cliff, listening to whatever he screamed as he tumbled to the ground below.

"As... you... wish..."

My heart stopped in my chest at the words of my love coming from the mouth of the Dread Pirate Roberts, tumbling down from the cliff I'd just shoved him off of. My Westley, alive, and falling. It couldn't be possible, but it was.

"Westley!" I cried, immediately rushing to follow him down the cliff. I tried to keep my feet under me, and I made it some of the way before gravity caught up to me and sent me tumbling, head over heels. I landed at the bottom, right next to Westley, who still wore his mask. Our eyes locked, and despite the lingering pain from my fall, I surged forward and ripped the mask from his face.

Staring back at me, by some miracle, was Westley. My farm boy. He looked different, older, stronger, and a little of the soft innocence had gone, but he was here. Not dead, like I'd thought him to be for the last three years. Alive, and now, with me.

"Oh, Westley!" My heart sang as I flung my arms around his neck. Without a second's hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I moved to kiss him, but to my surprise, he pulled back.

"Won't your betrothed take issue with you kissing another man?"

"Humperdinck? Westley, I've already told you, I don't love him-"

"And yet you agreed to marry him. There was not a moment these past years I didn't think of you. But you agreed to give up on me, on love."

Now it was my turn to pull back a little. My brow furrowed, but Westley's expression didn't soften as his piercing blue-gray eyes surveyed me.

"Westley, I thought you dead," I said plainly, still a little shocked at his reaction. "Not a day has gone by that I didn't think of you, to mourn you. My heart was ripped out of my chest the day news came of your death, and I've had to live every day since dealing with the loss of my love.

"And besides that, Westley, I didn't seek the prince out. He found me, and proposed, since he was looking for a wife and found me beautiful. He knows and accepts that there's no love in our union, and he made it very clear that refusing a request from the crown prince would result in death. Death I would gladly accept, if I had ever thought there was any chance of you returning to me from the dead."

A cold fire lit behind Westley's eyes at my words, and when he spoke again, his voice was dangerously low and quiet.

"He's forcing you to marry him?"

I shrugged. "There are worse fates than being Queen, Westley. But none of that matters, not now that I know you live. Nothing matters at all anymore, Westley, so long as we are together."

He sighed, pulling me to him again, resting his forehead against mine. I brought my hand up to his chest, resting it there so I could feel his heartbeat and reassure myself that this was real. Westley was truly here.

"It's alright, I'm here now," he said, reading my mind as his hand came up to gently stroke my cheek. "My ship waits for us not far from here. It's not going to be easy for us... we'll have to go through the fire swamp..."

"We'll make it through," I said, running my hand through the hair at the base of his neck now. I smiled at him, all the love in my heart glowing through. "We'll make it through anything together."

"Then we haven't any time to waste. We must move quickly."

"Wait!"

Westley froze, halfway up from our position on the hill, but he sank back down at my outburst. His eyes never left mine once. His eyebrow quirked slightly in silent question, and I didn't wait to give him his answer.

I rushed forward, kissing Westley hard, like I'd wished for a chance to do every day for the past three years. He immediately returned the kiss, pulling me into his arms and holding me so close to his chest I could feel our hearts beating in sync.

There have been five kisses in the history of the world deemed so passionate, so perfect and full of love, above and beyond anything else that's ever happened. I was no expert on it, but in that moment, I knew this one blew every other kiss before it away.

Neither one of us wanted to pull away, but finally, Westley did. He kept staring into my eyes, gravity trying to pull us back to each other, but with a grimace of regret he leaned further back.

"We really need to keep moving. If we're to stay ahead of your pig fiancé, we have no time to waste."

"Just promise me a million more moments like this, for the rest of our lives."

Westley smiled. "As you wish."

I beamed as Westley pulled me to my feet, and the two of us began heading through the ravine we'd tumbled into and towards the Fire Swamp, hand in hand.

No doubt, the challenges ahead would be dire and terrible beyond imagining. But I knew confidently that we would survive them. My Westley was still in the world, and even better, he was with me. There was no other ending but for the two of us to be happily together.

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A Witch of No Importance Main Characters

Aquila Black The main protagonist of AWONI, Aquila is the twin of Sirius. Her story begins after the fallout of his disownment, and the consequences she faces for not joining him. Having an innate talent for spell-casting, Aquila is Orion's favorite child, which often brings her into conflict with her mother, Walburga, who would prefer to see Regulus in that coveted position. She considers herself "neutral" when it comes to the brewing conflict, but after Dumbledore recruits her in his investigation, she comes to realize she's always been on a side, and it hasn't been the right one.

Lauretta Buckling Friend of Aquila, Lauretta is the definitive Ravenclaw. Her nose in a book more often than not, Lauretta is top of her class in everything (save for that rubbish Divination). She has read through books far beyond the skillset of students in their year, and owns copies in several languages. While she appears apathetic with an air of superiority, she cares deeply for her friends, and won't hesitate to put someone in their place should they cross a line. After Hogwarts, she would become a world-renowned Curse-Breaker.

Marlow Barkley Three years younger than Aquila, Marlow is a third-year Hufflepuff with a penchant for starting chaos wherever she goes. She is also the official Hogwarts Quidditch commentator, known for her flair and occasional bias. After graduating, she would join the Order of the Phoenix before moving on to The Daily Prophet. She struggles with the aftermath of the war, and the blame she places on Dumbledore for everything falling apart in her life. She is the story's "interlude" character, helping transition between parts, before her subplot intersects with the main story.

Hattie Yates Another friend of Aquila's and a fellow Slytherin, Hattie only ever has one thing on her mind: Quidditch. An infamous Beater for the Slytherin team, there hasn't been a match that ended without at least one unconscious opponent since her third year. This has given her a bit of a god-complex on the pitch, but the student body has embraced it. Outside matches, Hattie is a ball of energy with no filter and not a care in the world. After Hogwarts, she would join the Falmouth Falcons, where her talents continued to garner attention.

Owen Ossett Head Boy during Aquila's sixth year, Owen is a serious and determined Ravenclaw. If it involves fun, expect Owen to not be present, or so his fellow students say. Coming from a long line of Aurors, Owen was expected to join their ranks. He, too, would join the Order, and suffer from violent episodes long after the war's end. When Aquila successfully frees Sirius from Azkaban, Owen leads the hunt to bring him back, bringing him to the point of obsession.

William Alabaster Ignatius Fiddlewood A Muggle-born several years older than the others, William is an Auror. At least, on paper he is. Due to what many consider to be a "lowborn" status, William has been denied promotion or any sort of activity in the field, despite the fact he excels in anything he gets his hands on. Quiet and unassuming, the Ministry suspects nothing of him even when he's helping Aquila behind their backs.

Sirius Black When they were ten, Sirius and Aquila made a pact to leave home together. When that day finally came during the summer before sixth year, Sirius thought Aquila would honor it. Instead, his sister chose their family, and he can't bring himself to forgive her for it, or even hear her out. What would follow were years of assuming the worst of his sister, which comes to a head during the war when he sees her working for the other side. He never would expect her to rescue him, or to see how wrong he had been the entire time...

Remus Lupin After Sirius left home, a letter from Remus made it to Aquila's possession. What followed was a summer's worth of correspondence, with Remus being the understanding listener that Aquila had needed from her brother. When Remus and Aquila return to Hogwarts, they come to realize those letters meant more to one another than they had imagined, and the ill-fated love affair that would follow would shake the foundations of the Wizarding World.

[rosyronkey]

reading an uncompleted fic that hasn't been updated since 2018 like i am SO setting myself up for disappointment

[maltacus]

My Dread Lady, Chapter 32

Jaina can not seem to properly fall asleep until she has talked the ears off her Dark Lady and gotten a good scratching and a teddy ranger to hug. The enemies of the Forsaken would surely tremble before the sight of their queen’s dangerous archmage. Cyndia will of course not neglect to wish her stableboy a good night either. Things are looking up for the Forsaken and certain dark rangers in particular, but dark clouds gather on the horizon…

”We really ought to stop kissing only when Jaina is asleep. It’s becoming a bad habit.” Anya remarked.

”You may have a point. You had better apologise to her with a good-night kiss. I find myself quite pinned down at the moment for some reason.” Sylvanas argued when Anya looked like she would object about propriety or something equally meaningless. Then Anya glanced at the sleeping mage and any sign of objections vanished from her features. She climbed out of Sylvanas’ embrace and bent reverently over Proudmoore.

”Good night, Jaina.” Anya whispered and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Maybe she shouldn’t have, for it made Proudmoore stir and grasp at anything within reach. Which happened to be Anya.

”I am not putting her to bed twice this night.” Sylvanas said with a smirk. ”Lie down and rest a bit, Anya. She has warmth enough for the both of you.” At that, Anya looked almost longingly at the mage who held her hand. ”I will keep watch.”

”I admit that you are better than I am.” Westley panted as he nearly failed to dodge a sweep from the side. He hadn’t gotten a single swing at Cyndia yet.

”Then why are you smiling?” She lashed out and hit his thigh moderately painfully.

”Because I know something you don’t!” Westley cried out triumphantly and quickly moved his stick to the other hand. ”I am not left-handed!”

He made a wild swing against Cyndia who backpedalled with a wide smile. It turned out that although it was easier to wield the stick in his main hand it was not easy to face someone still wielding it in her left.

”I have a confession to make.” Cyndia swatted his stick aside and left a stinging mark on his hand. ”I’m not left-handed either.”

[enfant-du-fleurs]

As You Wish: Part 1 (Jake Kiszka x Female Reader)// Inspired by "The Princess Bride"

NOTE: Hi! Well... I'm low-key obssesed with "The Princess Bride" book and movie, so I couldn't wait to write this fanfiction, also Jake dressed up as Westley for this Halloween and I literally fainted when I saw those pictures. I hope you enjoy it, you don't need to read or watch "The Princess Bride" to understand this fanfiction c:

WORDS: 2083

TYPE: fluff

PAIRING: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of kidnappings, strong language and uncomfortable situations.

SUMMARY: Inspired by "The Princess Bride", Y/N was a very beautiful girl who lives in a farm, she suddenly discovers that she may have feelings for her shy servant Jacob. This is only inspired by the first chapter of the book, so there's A LOT of more adventures for the future c:

🌼PLAYLIST:🌼

The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

Message In A Bottle - Taylor Swift

Flower Power - Greta Van Fleet

Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations

Annie's Song - John Denver

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

As any other country in the Middle Ages, there was a king and a queen , and as any other other kingdom in the Middle Ages, they were misogynistic and the king needed a son, but his beautiful and wise queen never had a son, every single baby that they had… was a girl, and for some strange reason, the babies never survived more than one week alive, maybe it was because in that time everybody was dirty and they smelled like ass, or maybe… there was something darker behind the king. Even though it wasn’t a secret that the king was a misogynistic asshole, as I said… it was the Middle Ages so nobody really cared about it (maybe we could ask ourselves if we really live in the 21th century).

The king was trying to have son, but everything failed, so he took advantage of his power. He visited every single house of every single farmer with newborn babies in the whole country, and after a very extended search, he finally found a family with four children, a very cute little girl, two kids very similar to each other (in other words: twins) and the newborn SON of the family. The asshole king wanted to buy the newborn son, just like if the baby was a thing and not a human being, but as any other normal family would do, they said “No, absolutely no”. Apparently the king accepted the answer of the baby’s parents, but he could never accept a “no” for answer, so he paid a “professional kidnapper” to kidnap the baby. So a couple of nights after, the king forced the queen to announce that she was pregnant, so he could justified a baby coming out of nowhere in a couple of months. Nights after the big and fake announcement, the kidnapper finally stole the baby from his mother’s arms.

Fifteen years after, the boy grew up and now he was a teenager and obviously a prince named Samuel. He was more like his foster mother, relaxed and kind in comparison to the king, but after all, he grew up with a lot of privileges that maybe in his life as a farmer he could never had.

His real family never stopped looking for him, they never suspected something about the prince Samuel, even though his features were similar to rest of his siblings, the king really planned everything to justify his wife pregnancy, everything was on point.

Samuel’s sister at the age twenty years, she was already settled down with another farmer, meanwhile the twins Jacob and Joshua, at they age of nineteen they used to work as musicians on the street but due to the lack of money and food that they needed to survive, Josh went to Spain to learn the art of performing and smithy, meanwhile Jacob had to work as a servant for another family of farmers.

This family of farmers had a very gorgeous daughter, her name was Y/N. It was normal to see her riding her horse or playing around the fields and her dress was always covered of leaves. To be honest she was very quirky, she walked kinda funny, but I guess she knew it.

Y/N enjoyed teasing Jacob all the time, well… almost all the time, but the reality was that Y/N was deeply madly in love with him. Jacob was pretty handsome, his hair was starting to be longer, his body was athletic but not muscular, I guess that is normal for someone who works carrying stuffs, cleaning and going everywhere.

Our dear Jacob was also in love with Y/N, but they never said something to each other, he was very shy and introverted, so he only showed his love saying "As you wish" while he nodded at her.

One day, the king was looking for a wife for Prince Samuel, so he sent the Counts to look every single and virgin girl in the country. The Counts arrived to Y/N's farm and they immediately talked to their parents.

"As you may noticed, we are here because the King is getting older and the Prince Samuel is closer to the perfect age for being the king, so... according to the population records, you have a daughter, can we see her?" asked the Count.

Y/N's parents called her and when she was there the Count was seeing Y/N carefully, he noticed that indeed, Y/N was a very beautiful girl, her soft hair, her bright eyes, everything in her was perfect, except for the fact that she didn't like to take showers.

"Good Morning, young lady. I'm very sorry if we are bothering you or if we interrupt your day, but we are here because we have wonderful news for you." said the Count with calm.

"Oh! Really? News for me?" Y/N asked bowing her head to the side.

"Yes! Well, the King is looking for a new Queen."

"So... do you want me to look for a new Queen?" she said.

"No, my darling, is not like that. We want you to be the new Queen" said the Countness.

"So... that means that you want me to marry the King? Isn't he very old for me? I mean... he's like 67 years old man" said Y/N impressed by the weird proposal.

"No, no, no" the Count laught "You would be marrying the Prince Samuel. I know that you are older than him, just a little bit older than him, but that's not a problem, we can lie to the villagers just like the king does and everybody is going to be happy."

Y/N didn't like a single word that the Count was saying.

"You'll be rich, you can have an entire room only for you..."

"I already have it" Y/N interrupted the Countness.

"How I was saying" she sighed "you can have exclusive education and a very handsome prince."

"I don't need a handsome prince, I already met the prettiest and most talented man that I want to spent my life with. I know how to read, I'm not stupid, maybe I'm not rich but at least I'm happy. Why are you looking for a normal girl if there are a lot of beautiful princesses out there?" Y/N said.

Jacob was sweeping the leaves, although he was working, he was also paying attention to the conversation with the Counts, so when he heard that Y/N said something about <<she already met the prettiest and most talented man>> he stopped sweeping for a couple of seconds. His little heart ached, but then... he reminded that she doesn't have pontential fiancés, she hadn't even met any other men but him <<Who could be that man she mentioned if he only knows me?>> he asked to himself.

"Well..." the Count began to laugh nervously "We are just following the King's order. Since you're very young to understand the situation, we are going to talk about this with your parents."

"If our girl said no, it's no" her dad said.

"For God's sake! Are you sure to reject an offer like this?" the Countness asked to Y/N showing indignation.

"I don't even know how the Prince Sam looks like" Y/N said.

Jacob began to move closer to listen a little more of the conversation, but he kept sweeping. The Countness looked at the young servant a she pointed at him "The Prince looks a little bit like your servant." Jacob stopped, his face turned pale and he was just looking nervously at Y/N.

"Like Jacob?" the beautiful girl asked surprised.

"Like me?" asked the confused young servant.

"Yes, yes, both have very similar features, I would think that they could be brothers if I wasn't the Countness" she giggled "Both are very... very handsome, their noses are very... particular and their delicate and their kissable lips" she began to move closer to Jacob until she gently slid her finger on Jacob's cheek, he took two steps backwards and he ran to his little house next to the horses. He was obviously uncomfortable for the actions of this woman and because she said that Prince Samuel and him shared some features <<What if the prince is my brother?>> he thought.

After the akward moment, the Counts tried to convince Y/N and her parents, but everything ended with Y/N saying "I don't care if the prince looks like the most handsome man I ever met" sadly Jacob didn't hear that.

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The moon was shining in the sky, the wind was brushing every leave of the trees. The horses were sleeping and next to them, there was Jacob's little house where he slept. He was playing a very sweet melody on his lute, Y/N heard him and she thought it was a good idea to finally tell him that she is deeply madly in love with him.

Y/N stayed a couple of minutes standing in front of Jacob's little house, she was very nervous. She knocked the door and Jacob stopped playing. When he opened the door Y/N without hesitation started to talk.

"I know that you find me annoying and I interrumpted you, but a couple of days ago I realised that I'm deeply madly in love with you and the only way to show my love for you was pissing you off, the thing here is that I realised that it's a very awkward behaviour, so I just wanted to visit you because I had the violent urge to tell you that I love you" she said without taking a single break to breath.

Jacob was completely astonished, he was petrified as a rock, he didn't move or say a single word.

"C'mon... say something" she begged.

"Something?" he furrowed his brows.

"You know exactly what I'm talkin about, Jacob"

He just slammed the door keeping his astonished face, of course that Y/N found that very disrespectful "Don't fool yourself, I don't like you that much either" she said trying to hide the fact that Jacob had broken her heart in million pieces "Everything was just because that old ass woman called you handsome, right? She's too old for you, Jacob!" she yelled.

Jacob opened the door again "No, it wasn't" he said quietly.

"Then? Why don't you just say something about what I told you?" Y/N desperately asked.

"Y/N... I love you too, since the very first minute I saw you, I had an enormous crush on you. But I'm just a servant, what can I do for you more than obeying your orders? Every single time, trust me" he gently took her hands "Every single time I said -as you wish- it was just me saying that I love you. You're the only reason that I compose melodies when I'm supposed to be sleeping, every single melody I play is for you." he gently kissed Y/N hands "I was waiting for this moment, my dear Y/N."

Our beautiful Y/N was melting, she was so happy to hear Jacob's words, she couldn't believe that her love for him was mutual. Once inside the house, Jacob played almost all his songs that he composed. It was so touching that the musician and the muse were together enjoying the music and finally... expresing their love for each other with shy kisses, tender glances and fleeting caresses full of innocence.

Finally they fell asleep, but the sound of the birds singing in the morning woke them up.

"Oh my God!" Y/N exclaimed getting up after resting on Jacob's chest "The sun is rising! Jacob! Wake up!"

He yawned and the first thing he did was looking at Y/N "Oh...good morning" he smirked "But eveyone is still sleeping, come here."

"I have to go, my parents don't know that I'm here" she said straightening her dress "But anyways, I'm so happy that we spent the night together with your wonderful music. Since the first time I heard you, I was completely mesmerized with your talent" she kissed softly his forehead.

"And I'm very happy too because you stayed here with me and because I know that our feelings are mutual, also... you heard me, I was always thinking and imagining how it would be the day you heard all the songs that you inspired me."

After spending a couple more minutes together, before Y/N left Jacob's little house, she said with a huge smile on her face"What if we compose more music... together this night?"

"As you wish, Y/N. I'll wait you here, my love."

[cecesxwickedxocsx]

In The Shadows - Present

“We are not the sins of our parents. But if we don’t do the work to fix what they broke- we’re not any better than they were.” Daja Compton-Yates.

[viktheviking1]

You can tell that drawing isn't my usual art medium of choice. Still, I had fun drawing these 2 lines from The Princess Bride. Stolas as Buttercup, and Blitz as Westley, I thought it was funny and very true to their characters.

Yeah, I'm still going to mostly stick with my Fanfiction, though. Haha!

Check out the Pompous and the Prick for better art lol

[pacific-rimbaud]

Love and Other Historical Accidents is one of the most romantic things I've ever read and I can bring myself to tears just thinking about it honestly. The last chapter confession from both Draco and Hermione just kills me. Thank you so much for sharing it with us ❤️ What are your inspirations for romance writing?

Honestly Jane Austen. I vividly remember watching Sense and Sensibility as a young teenager and wanting that feeling again and again. She's one of the greatest character writers in English, and she communicates something timeless about love and partnership. Who deserves our time? What does it look like to be seen? Cherished? There's a reason she's passionately read 200 years later. E.M. Forster, Edith Wharton, Elizabeth Gaskell, Thomas Hardy, and Tolstoy are also frequent rereads for me.

I don't really read within the romance genre outside of fanfiction. I love reading my friends' novels, and have liked a couple of contemporary and historical romances over the years, but broadly speaking, straight-up romance has never been my deal. I constantly lose my heart to fictional men and the women who love them, though: Howl and Sophie, Jack and Phryne, Kaz and Inej, Lockwood and Lucy, Palamedes and Camilla (brb sobbing into my cappuccino), Westley and Buttercup in both film and novel (though let's be honest, Westley and Inigo...mmf poly triad, maybe?)

I did a lot of imaginative play with Barbies as a kid, and for me, fanfiction feels like lying on the summer lawn of my imagination getting my blorbos and meow meows into Situations and making them kiss. Bonus serotonin for me if there's a tinge of Gabriel Oak or Captain Wentworth or Mr. Knightley. At its best it's shamelessly self-serving and private and absorbing, and it's always kind of wondrous when other people enjoy it.

Thank you for the ask!

[miloren]

Dad!Elrond & Reader or OC Fanfiction Collection

Since it seems like I'm not the only one with Daddy issues, and this blog also exists to promote fics I really enjoy, I thought I create a list with fics that revolve around Elrond being a father(figure) for OCs and Readers. If you want to add a fic to the list, please read the text below!

On Tumblr

The user @runawaymun has several really amazing and high-quality Dad!Elrond/Reader fics! Equilibrium | Iris | Langour | Roots | Sooth | HC Reader with sensory overload -> Masterlist

Although @ceinelee is no longer active on Tumblr, she left us amazing Tolkienverse fics, including 3 Dad!Elrond fics: Dito | Leboha | The Cake -> Masterlist

Coming out as non-binary to your dad, Elrond by @clayworldwanderer

Mortal Daughter by @meganlpie

Elrond Comfort Headcanons by @lord-westley

Elrond comforts you after having a nightmare by @lockedloki

On Ao3

Between Bookshelves by MAAS33 - WIP | 15k+ words | Reader insert | Reader/Erestor

Sometimes it’s hard by LarkinaMeadow - One Shot | 1509 words | Reader insert | Warning: Self harm

On FFNet

Welcome Home by OrdersFromMordor - WIP | 20k+ words | OC | No pairings (as of yet)

True Home by warwitch-18ca - WIP | 260k+ words | OC | OC/Legolas

Aiër by emon14 - WIP | 389k+ words | OC | OC/Legolas

--- If you know more fics, let me know and I add them to the list. There are only three rules:

The Fic has to be on Tumblr, Ao3 or fanfiction.net

We really have to see the fatherly relationship with the OC or the Reader. Just saying "Elrond was her father" or "Elrond was like a father to her" is not enough!

No Crossovers!

I will read every suggestion before adding it, so don't worry if it doesn't appear immediately. :)

And don't forget to let the author know if you liked their story! ❤

[captainsophiestark]

The Dread Pirate Roberts

Westley x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​ which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out if you haven’t already!

Also, this fic wasn’t a request, but I’m dedicating it to @auroracalisto​ who is my fellow Princess Bride fangirl searching desperately for fic with me

Fandom: The Princess Bride

Prompt: Poseidon; Sea, Water, Storms

Summary: Prince Humperdinck has set his sights on Y/N to marry, but she can't simply forget the love of her life, Westley, and give that up for a life with the prince. So, she decides to run, taking a boat and setting sail for new horizons like her farm boy did so long ago.

Word Count: 3,192

Category: Angst and fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I glanced back over my shoulder one last time as I undid the last of the lines holding my boat to the dock. In the dead of night, I couldn't see much, but in the far distance the lights of the capital city of Florin stared back at me. This would likely be the last time I saw this place.

A few weeks ago, I'd been in town to do some shopping for my family, taking a bit of a rare adventure away from our farm. While I'd been walking through the market, a procession had ridden through on horseback. Among the group of young soldiers and officials was none other than Prince Humperdinck, apparently in the city to visit his subjects before going back behind the walls of his massive palace. By some strange stroke of luck, he'd seen me, and apparently decided I was someone he wanted to get to know.

We'd spent the rest of the day walking around the market, surrounded by his guards, talking and taking in the day. At first, I hadn't minded. What other opportunity would I get to speak with a prince, after all? I told him of the troubles I faced in the countryside, and about things I thought might help or fix them. He listened closely, and I thought I might actually be making a difference. He even invited me to return to the capital city and the palace in a few days' time to continue our conversations. Of course I'd said yes, excited that the prince had listened to me and wanted to hear more of what I had to say.

And then, when I arrived at the castle, he proposed to me. To make matters worse, it was clear from the minute I set foot in that place his proposal came out of a place of attraction to me physically, and absolutely nothing else.

I immediately knew I wanted nothing to do with him, especially not in that way. I'd already met the love of my life, and although I'd lost him when he went off to sea and left my family farm, my love for him had never faded. Perhaps, someday, I'd be willing to love someone else, but that day was not today, and no matter what I knew it wouldn't be love for Prince Humperdinck. However, there was no saying no to the Crown Prince. So, to escape the fate of the loveless life I surely faced if I agreed to marry him, I'd decided to leave this land once and for all.

I'd had very little time to make plans or preparations, since my window to escape Humperdinck was incredibly small. I'd managed to pull together some provisions and to secure a small boat, that hopefully I'd be able to sail on my own. I was no expert sailor, but I could get by well enough to leave the country. I'd had no time to tell my family or anyone else I cared about, but eventually, I'd decided that might be for the best. This way, they'd have deniability when people eventually came asking about where I'd gone or why I'd left.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself, then chucked the final tether ashore and away from me. I ran around, adjusting the rigging and sails on my small boat as I drifted out of the harbor. There was a light wind tonight, perfect for helping me make my escape. The gods of the sea were watching out for me, or else my darling Westley, the love I'd lost to the sea, now acting as my guardian angel.

It was fitting, I supposed, that I'd eventually follow him out here. I hoped to find a new place to call home, somewhere no one knew me or my connections to the Prince of Florin, but nothing was guaranteed. This may well be the place I perished, to finally join Westley after he lost his life to the Dread Pirate Roberts.

I sat up all night, manning the lines and making sure my sails were always adjusted to catch the winds. I made good progress, leaving Florin in my wake, and eventually got comfortable enough that I could sleep for short periods of time in between making sure everything went smoothly. I'd actually managed to gather a decent amount of provisions, and I started to feel more hopeful about my prospects on this ship to find a new land.

At least, until a storm hit.

I woke up just after twilight on the third night since I'd left, being almost rocked out of my seat by the waves tossing my boat about. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the remaining sleep fog as the waves continued to grow around me. I swore as I looked to the horizon, only to find darker clouds and bigger waves. I was headed straight into the center of what appeared to be a very big storm.

I ran to the rigging, trying to change course. I wrestled the ship into a sharp right turn, thinking I could run along the edge of the storm until, hopefully, I past it. I'd never be able to outrun it by going back the way I came, and the odds of me finding the eye of the storm before I capsized were fairly low. I had no other way out.

I wrestled the rigging until my arms burned, and then found a way to keep going. Despite my best efforts, however, the storm only got worse around me. I clung to the ship, praying for a miracle or some way out of this, and then suddenly, I was underwater.

A massive wave must've finally managed to swamp my boat. I floated for a moment, letting my natural buoyancy show me which way was up so I didn't accidently swim further from the surface before I at last made my push upwards. I gasped once my head broke the surface, searching frantically for something to help keep me afloat.

I found a piece of my now-smashed ship not too far from me and swam towards it wildly, clinging onto it for dear life once I reached it. I frantically tried to come up with an idea to save myself, but I kept drawing a blank.

I was going to die here, tossed among the waves, resigned to a similar fate as my dear Westley. There was a certain poetry to that, I supposed, even as I fought back tears at the hopeless feeling now welling in my stomach.

Then, out of a break in the waves, I saw the mast of a ship coming closer to me. My heart leapt, and I started shouting and waving, doing my best to catch its attention. It was a far bigger ship than mine had been, meaning it hadn't lost its struggle with the massive waves around us. Maybe I had a hope of making it out of this after all.

That hope immediately died when I caught sight of the flag flying over the mast as the ship got closer to me and the wind changed. They were flying the Jolly Roger.

I stopped waving, debating mentally whether it was better to stay in the water or be caught by pirates, but apparently a decision had been made for me. They'd already seen me, and I could hear shouting and see people pointing to me as the ship came even closer. I braced myself, trying to be as ready as possible for whatever this new challenge brought. I had been the one who'd decided to run, after all, and I knew in my heart I didn't regret that decision one bit, no matter what this new hell might bring me.

Before I knew it, I'd been fished out of the water and hauled on deck. I quickly backed away from the men who'd gotten me on board, and although most of them didn't pay me any attention in the chaos of trying to keep the boat afloat, two followed me as my back came up against the main mast, halting me in my tracks.

The men stared at me as they stalked closer, and every muscle in my body went into fight or flight mode. The man a bit further back from me seemed to be taking cues from the other man, his eyes darting between me and who I assumed must be the leader. The leader, the one closest to me, was dressed in all black with a mask on his face, his ice blue eyes tracking my every movement. My heart stopped dead in my chest. I'd never seen him before, but I'd heard enough legends and stories to know beyond a shadow of a doubt who this man was.

Before me stood the Dread Pirate Roberts.

A fury like none I'd ever felt raged through me, replacing the panic and fear that came before. This man was responsible for the death of my Westley. I glared at him, putting the full force of my hate into the look, then glanced around for a sword or something else to attack him with. I'd most likely die on this ship anyway, so I might as well go out attempting to get some justice for my lost love.

"You! What were you doing out in this storm?" yelled the pirate over the waves. I glared back at him and ignored his question.

He waited a few long moments for my response, then huffed in irritation. He looked around at his crew and the storm still raging on all sides, then back at his first mate.

"Keep us from sinking! I'll be back!" he roared at the man behind him before turning back to me. The man rushed off to fulfill his orders, leaving me more or less alone with Westley's murderer.

Before I could even attempt to make a move for revenge, the pirate surged forward and grabbed me by the arm. His grip was like iron, and although I fought against him, I couldn't break away. He dragged me across the deck of the ship with surprising strength, up the stairs to the ship's wheel where a navigator wrestled against the wind and waves, and then through a door to what I assumed must be his private quarters. He shoved me into a chair as soon as we were through the door, slamming it behind us before turning back to me.

I moved to stand from the chair, but before I could, he had his sword at my throat. I glowered up at him as he spoke again, a deadly calm to his voice.

"Now, I'll ask you again–and I expect an answer this time. What were you doing out in that storm?"

I clenched and unclenched my fists, debating whether it would be worth it to answer or if I should just let him slit my throat. After a moment's hesitation, however, I decided I didn't really want to die if I could avoid it, especially not before I found some way to get even the slightest justice for Westley.

"I was escaping the hell of being married to a man I don't love, a monster second only to yourself," I hissed. The pirate stared back at me for a few moments, seemingly considering my words, then spoke.

"Explain."

I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, trying to get my temper under some kind of control.

"I caught the eye of Prince Humperdinck," I finally managed. "I had no desire to marry him, but he's not a prince who takes well to the word 'no'. Running was my only option, so I secured a boat and set sail as soon as possible."

"On your own?"

I nodded once, not bothering with a verbal answer.

"And being a princess was such a horrifying fate that you risked death in its stead?"

I sneered. "Being wed to someone I don't love after knowing what true love feels like is a fate worse than death, yes. And thanks to you I will never have my happy ending with my love, for he died at your sword while he was out attempting to gain enough fortunes for us to finally marry."

"...And what was this man's name?"

"Westley," I replied without hesitation. Up until now I'd been staring back at the Dread Pirate in rage, but my tone softened and my focus shifted to the distance as I got lost in memories of my beloved farm boy. "He was good and kind, something you'd know nothing about. He loved me, and despite the simple life we led together, we were happy. We could've lived long, wonderful lives together, but now that will never happen. So threaten me with your sword and whatever else you want. Nothing you say or do will ever match what I've already had to endure."

I faced the pirate again as I delivered the end of my speech, only to find him staring back at me with slightly wide eyes. When I'd finished speaking, he stared at me for a moment longer, before finally dropping his sword to his side. Another beat, and then he'd dropped to his knees before me, staring up at me like I was the sun. I leaned back a bit, confused, until he tore off the black mask covering so much of his face and looked up at me again.

Westley. Somehow, by some miracle, I was staring into the face of Westley, the love of my life.

"I... How... What kind of trick is this?" I demanded, trying to get my head straight. Had I been drugged somehow?

"No trick, my love," he replied, staring at me dreamily. He scooted a bit closer to me, but didn't touch me, instead letting me work through my thoughts.

"Tell me what's going on," I demanded, sounding a bit more desperate than I wanted to.

"As you wish."

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but I didn't bother listening. That was enough to satisfy any lingering doubts I had. I didn't understand it, but I could also say with complete certainty that this was, in fact, my Westley.

I slid out of my seat, joining him on the floor on my knees. We were face to face, and he smiled softly at me, but I didn't give him a chance to do much more before I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

After a few seconds of shock, he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter to him. I ran my hands through his hair, over his arms, across his shoulders–anywhere I could reach. I'd gone years without Westley, my darling farm boy, the love of my life, and I needed every bit of confirmation I could get that he was here, and this was real.

We stayed like that for long minutes, only pausing our kiss once or twice to come up for air. When we finally broke apart, I laid my head on his shoulder, holding him tight to me as he likewise held onto me, a few tears finally starting to fall.

"Westley..." I breathed, relief flooding through my system as I felt his strong arms around me and heard the steady beat of his heart. "How is this possible?"

"When the Dread Pirate Roberts raided my ship, he didn't kill me," Westley breathed, speaking softly against my ear as he ran his hands up and down my back. "I begged him for my life, and I told him about you. My love, who I needed to return to. I told him I couldn't die because I couldn't leave you.

"He ended up sparing me that day. He kept me prisoner, and told me each day he'd most likely kill me in the morning. Over the course of time, he trained me, and I learned everything to do with being the Dread Pirate Roberts. Eventually, he told me his secret. He was not the Dread Pirate Roberts. He was a man called Ryan, who had inherited the position from someone else who was not the Dread Pirate Roberts. The title carries more weight than anything else, and so the name has been passed down every few years, the previous Dread Pirate Roberts retiring with their fortune after choosing and training their successor. He'd chosen me to be his, and a few days after he told me as much, we docked at a small island port. We hired a completely new crew, and then he left. I've been the Dread Pirate Roberts ever since."

"I... I can hardly believe it."

"Imagine how I felt when I found you bobbing in the water just as I was finally on my way back to you," he chuckled. I huffed a laugh with him, then at last pulled back to look him in the eyes again.

"So... what now? What do we do next?"

"Well, we can't stay on the ship. It's not the best place to start a life together, to say nothing of the questions it would raise that I left you alive."

"Of course."

"And you can't return to Florin or, truly, any country near it, lest the 'prince' find you and throw a wrench into our newfound happiness."

"Agreed."

"Then that really only leaves one option, doesn't it?"

"And what might that be?" I asked, smiling and leaning into Westley as he stared at me, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"To find a completely new place and start over, of course. I've already picked my successor–I was planning to promote him once I reached the shores of Florin, but now I'll wait until we find our new home."

"My love, I can't think of a plan I'd more like to initiate," I said, beaming happily back at him. He leaned down and kissed me again, then pulled away to stare at me with love in his eyes.

"So, where shall we go?"

"I'd say you know the lands far from Florin's reach far better than I. You choose. But... pick someplace with green fields, and perhaps a gorgeous lake we can swim in on hot days. With land enough for us and any future children to roam and have adventures, and room for a home for us to curl up in on cold winter nights."

"Well, that's not much to ask for," he teased, leaning into me a bit. "Anything else you'd like to add to the list, my love?"

"Yes. I want our new home to be some place we can live happily together, without anything to ever separate us again so long as we both shall live. I want it to be a place where we can be by each other's sides for the rest of time, where we finally get our happy ever after."

He smiled at me warmly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes.

"As you wish."

[honeysuckleharringtons]

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About Me:

→ name: emmy/emily/mills

→ age: nineteen

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→ characters: spencer reid, penelope garcia, steve harrington, robin buckley, max mayfield, sam winchester, dharma montgomery, greg montgomery, alexa mendoza, sulley, westley, buttercup, lesley smith juniment, woodstock, snoopy, alice cullen, seth clearwater, winnie the pooh

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→ interests: novel writing, screenwriting, acting, fashion, baking, listening to music, watching new shows + movies

About This Blog:

→ who i will write for: steve harrington, eddie munson, billy hargrove, jonathan byers (i may branch out in the future, these are just the ones i feel comfortable and confident writing right now!)

→ things i will write: fluff, angst, somewhat suggestive content (never full smut), hurt/comfort, pretty much any genre you can think of

→ things i won't write: character x character (just because i don't really have anything i ship enough to want to write fics for it), kids x reader, full on smut (you can redirect these requests to my nsfw blog @hornyhornyhimbos), self harm, anything non-consentual

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[rosyronkey]

"as water falls from the clouds, soaks into the soil, and evaporates back to its origin, so did the lovers exchange pain" is such a raw fucking line and i can't believe it's from puppy play hannigram fanfiction

[theteasetwrites]

I'm sorry you have to read such nasty and rude comments from people who just have no idea how much words hurt! Also, it's your story, you decide which name to choose and as you said there was a vote, I'm not very close to people with the name Westley (in my country, Brazil, it's very difficult to find someone with that name so it's a little weird to me) but Wes is a cute nickname and I know a lot of people with nickname like that....

please don't be sad about these unnecessary comments ❤️

Aw, it's okay. These ones about the name weren't really that nasty and it could be a lot worse but I guess I don't really see the point in saying something negative about a name I chose when that clearly isn't constructive criticism. I like the name and I like its reference/meaning so that's really all that matters.

And yes, there was a vote! It was almost tied between Oliver and Wesley but Wesley won. I like Oliver too but I can't really see Daryl's son named Oliver for some reason, I can see Wes tho.

And yeah Westley is not a common name in America either which is why I kind of liked it. I like names that are actual names (like not completely made up by the parents) but are still kind of unique/rare/old-fashioned, and Westley comes from an Old English surname so that's about as old-fashioned as it gets. I understand it being a little weird to people in non-English speaking countries for sure, but I think with fanfiction people have to realize that not everything is catered towards the reader, since that would literally be impossible to do lol. It's my story, my decisions. I might ask for opinions from time to time, but ultimately, this is my blog where I write what I like, and if you don't like the name, you don't have to read it, or imagine some other name if you want idc. It's really not a big deal, and I shouldn't feed into it and make it a big deal but I am just kinda like that lol.

Thanks for your kind words and reassurance, I appreciate it. I tend to get insecure about my writing and my writing decisions anyway so sometimes I do need a little boost to prevent me from giving up completely when I get messages like that. The thing about fanfiction is that it is technically open to critique, but also it's literally fanfiction and doesn't need to be critiqued most of the time because it's fanfiction and people are writing it for free.

[lord-westley]

Covid really messed up my sense of time dude. I'll talk to mom and be like "remember how 2 months ago" and she just "You mean 2 years ago?"

And it never fails to throw me off guard. Especially when it comes to my age. Like what do you mean im not 15?

It feels like two weeks ago i was 15, laying in bed at 4 in the morning writing fanfiction requests. Giggling to my self until 5am the next day. Pulling all nighters over and over again- writing fanfiction, watching movies and fangirling over my Moots when they interacted with me

What do you mean it's been 4 years since I became Lady-Latte and 2 years since my identity crisis becoming Lord-Westley

You're telling me- it's already February 2024? You're telling me- that in 5 months, which will only feel like 2 weeks. I'll be 20 freaking years old?

Time no longer exists to me at this point. It'a going so fast and im so blind to it that next time i blink, ill be 50 with a whole new life and hobbies- yet still panic at the fact that 15 years old wasnt 2 weeks ago- it was 45 years ago

[marvelgirl7]

Epilogue:

Here IT IS! The Final chapter of Little Wolf! Again thank you to everyone who has stayed for the journey! But a new journey is starting soon with a new story! Thanks to the amazing @the-wayward-robot we are so excited for you all to read Follow The Stars Home all about Piper and Wes we hope everyone sticks around and reads their story! 

Thank so much to my amazing beautiful @the-wayward-robot​ for reading over the Epilogue for helping me to write again for being the best friend ever I love you so much! I am so excited for our next adventure together! 

Credit goes to @the-wayward-robot​ for the Wes Gif and my beautiful amazing divider check out all her amazing work! 

In case you're unfamiliar with the Face Claims of Piper & Wes

Piper: Lily Collins

Wes: Dominic Sherwood 

Stay tuned for the sequel Follow The Stars Home coming soon!

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Little Wolf Masterlist

Warnings: Sadness, leaving home, emotionally goodbyes, 

Epilogue

“Is that the last of it, Little Wolf?.” Bucky shuts the trunk. 

“Yeah, I think so Dad,”  Piper says as she looks up seeing Renee standing on the porch with a sad smile, making Piper feel even more emotional, she was really doing this, she was going to college, she was leaving the den.

Piper hears a sudden yell of her name in the distance. “PIPE!” 

Piper chuckles watching a 15-year-old Wes, his golden hair a mess as he runs toward her at full speed

“Wes!” Piper laughs as he skids to a stop in front of her, Piper shakes her head as Wes pulls her into a big bear hug.

 Piper will miss her parents, but Wes she’s going to miss him most of all. He truly is her best friend.

 “Do you have to go Pipe?” Wes whispers as Piper’s eyes get teary-eyed, she sighs, kissing his head

“I have to, but I’ll be back before you know it, Wes.” Wes pouts but nods as Piper hugs him tightly.

 “Piper, Wes I hate to break you two apart, but you have a lot of goodbyes to say,” Bucky says gently Piper nods, wiping her eyes a bit, pulling away from the hug

Wes smiles at piper “I’m going to give your car a look anyway Pipe, gotta make sure you are good to drive.” Piper rolls her eyes at Wes but smiles as she goes to say goodbye.

Giant smothering hugs from Aunt May who didn’t wanna let her go, Smiles and hugs from both Sam, Nat, Peter tries to be tough, but his emotions were cracking a bit as Piper hugged him tightly.

 “It’s okay Uncle Petey, I’ll be fine!”

Peter nods at that, wiping his eyes. He was going to miss his niece so much. 

Tony was next, quick to pull Piper into a hug. He kisses her head and holds her for a moment. 

“I am so proud of you Piper, remember if you need anything you know I’ll be there in a flash.” He winks as Piper smiles giving him one more hug. 

Next were the Rogers, Piper walks over to Rowan smiling big at her, Rowan pulls her into a hug holding her tight “You're not my little Pipe anymore, I am going to miss our girl's night, you with your camera always taking photos.” Piper sniffles listening to Rowan

 “We can still do all those things. I'll be back for the holidays and breaks. It's because of you Auntie Ro that I want to do photography, you woke that passion in me at age 2. So thank you so much.” Ro kisses Piper’s head giving her another hug. Steve stands nearby smiling waiting for his chance to say goodbye.

“My Little Doll.” Piper laughs as Steve pulls her tightly in a hug.

 “I will miss you, Uncle Steve.” Steve chuckles as he kisses her head.

“Be safe, you know you can always call us if you ever need anything.” Piper nods, she feels so many emotions saying goodbye to everyone.

 Her eyes land on her mom. 

“Momma,” Piper whispers as she runs to Renee’s open arms. Renee holds her close, as Piper cries in her arms.

 “Shh it’s okay my Little Wolf, you’re going to achieve so much, I’m already so proud of you. I love you and you know that home is always here, just follow the stars if you ever get lost.”

 Piper sniffles crying in her mom’s arms as Renee rocks her back and forth holding her close. Renee thinks about the very first time she held Piper, then the first time seeing her again, and how she’s never let her little girl go since but now... it’s time to let her spread her wings.

 “I made this for you, It's a quilt made from your baby blanket, with different little things from your childhood, so you always have a part of us with you.”

 Piper's eyes land on the lettering from her baby blanket “My Little Wolf” right at the center of the quilt. Bringing on more tears 

“I’m so glad you’re my mom, thank you mommy for everything.” Piper sniffles

 “I love you most of all my Little Wolf, Now go say goodbye to your dad. He's gonna need an extra big hug.” Piper nods as she heads toward her dad standing off to the side of her car.

 “Hey, dad.” Bucky looks at his little girl, his little wolf all grown up. He thinks about the first time he held her, how he always vowed to keep her safe now with her leaving, he just wasn’t sure how to feel.

 “Oh, My Little Wolf you’re leaving your old man to go on your next adventure. I don’t know how I feel about that... but I’m so proud of you.” Piper jumps in her dad’s arms as Bucky holds her kissing her head, starting to cry a little.

 “Oh, dad, it's going to be okay. You and mom raised me right. I will be okay.” Bucky smiles as tears slowly fall down his face...

“I know… it’s just you’re my little girl, my Little Wolf. you want to see your kids grow up and go off to achieve their dreams but... You never know how you’re going to feel when the time comes for them to leave, just know I’m proud of you, even if I’m sad seeing you go. this will always be home, we will always be here.”

 Piper hugs Bucky tight crying in his arms as Bucky hopes he and Renee have her prepared for life, hoping she’ll be safe and make smart choices out there.

 “I don’t want you driving when it's too late, so I guess we better wrap this up.” Piper nods

 “Goodbye, Dad. I love you so much, thank you for everything.” Bucky smiles, tears running down his face.

 “I love you My Little Wolf.”

 Piper wipes her eyes as she walks to her car, everyone is standing around waiting to see her off, all but Wes who she sees still under the hood of her car

 “Wes I have to go,” Piper says, making Wes peek out from her hood, nodding sadly 

 “Your oil was a little low so I topped you off, I tightened all your bolts and your tires look good, I think you’ll be good to go. You have roadside assistance right?”

 Piper smiles, shaking her head, and pulls him into another big hug.

 “I am going to miss you my Wes so much.” Wes smiles as Piper cups his cheeks staring into his eyes, his blue eye and his beautiful beyond words half blue half brown eye. She gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

 “Don't forget me when you're busy being amazing in college.” Piper shakes her head.

 “I could never forget you, you're my best friend always and forever.” Wes opens the car door for her as she sets down the quilt her mom made and places her stuffed Wolfy on top. Wes smiles

 “I’m glad Wolfy number two made the college cut.” 

Piper chuckles as she looks at Wes, “Of course, he came from you, Wes I have to keep a part of you with me always.”  She smiles at him. Wes is her rock, her bear, her best friend. she’s going to miss him... 

Wes smiles at Piper, oh how he wishes he was just a little older. he takes one last look at her as he closes the door.

 Piper takes a deep breath as she starts her car up.

 Bucky holds Renee close as piper starts to back up out of the driveway. Renee lays her head on his chest as they watch their Little Wolf drive off.

 Wes watches with a sad smile on his face, Steve gently nudges him smiling 

“Still have that crush on her?” 

Wes smiles small nodding his head “Always.”

Piper stops at the stop sign waiting to make her left turn. She doesn't know what the future holds but she knew she always had her family if she ever needed anything. As her mom told her, she could always Follow The Stars Home if she ever got lost.

 -Fin-

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