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nanashiii · 3 years

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Heron x queen!reader

So this is my first fandom contribution ever and even if it sucks I'm happy with it lol, it's kinda of a wip and since english is not my first language...well, it may just worsen the whole thing :,)

@zen-gordon I'm sorry it took so much time to write it 😖😖

↠ Wc: 1.7k

↠ Chapter 1

↠ Warnings: none yet

There was something to be revealed to you, the new queen of the polis, your mother wanted to warn you about who you really are.

She seemed to be delirious that night, it was a celebration, everyone was partying, the Palace in an uproar for some successful hunt or something of the same relevance for the nobles.

"Y/n, my ... daughter, listen to me, please ..." she was disheveled, so different from her usual self, eyes trembling. You thought it was the drink's fault, the wine must have been too strong.

It was a foolish judgment, the queen had been poisoned that same night, during the feast.

You guided her to the royal quarters, your mother's speech becoming more and more vague. And waiting for her to fall asleep, you stared at the night sky.

An eagle watched both of you from the top of a tree, which years before, had been struck by lightning. The bird was abnormally big, aside from the fact that it was nothing nocturnal.

The observation lasted a few minutes - a clash of swords and shields made you jump from the bed, which you have sited next to the queen - the woman lulled into an apparently peaceful sleep.

A maid - Lamia, the queen's most old and loyal lady, entered the room like a gust of wind, her eyes wide and blood on her robes matching her panicked face.

She was crying, her hands trembling as she grabbed yours in an attempt to get you out of the room.

You were on your feet instantly.

"My sweet child." The maid sobbed. "I can't let them kill you too."

"What?!" You felt the air escaping your lungs way too fast.

"The king is dead ... the queen ..." the woman staggered, trying to contain her crying. "Poisoned. There was poison in her food and drinks and ..."

The world seemed to shatter around you, at least, you world, the servant's words becoming distant murmurs. You turned, almost falling on the queen's bed, grabbing a hand that was already cold and purple with some grotesque poison.

Before a scream broke from your throat, someone covered your mouth, dragging you out of the room. You couldn't tell if it was the maid or a guard. Everything looked like a blur between tears, howls and a metallic smell that was beginning to approach.

The guards who remained in the stable placed you at the maid's side upon two black steeds, assuring that they would follow the new queen, you, soon. But first they would need to find the murderer.

The night had never seemed so terrifying to you, but Lamia tightened her knuckles, her eyes red with tears lit by the moon.

"We will take refuge in the Palace of your Aunt, in the neighboring polis." She will give you all the support you need." Lamia said, looking back one last time, you followed her movement.

Something in your heart seemed to sunk, as if someone had staked it there, tears flowed hot, sobs broke out and somehow now your horse was on the trail of the other steed.

It was a nightmare, Phobetor was playing with you.

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He wasn't.

The next morning was so real that you almost felt ill. Taken by the shock, you arrived at your Aunt's palace in the polis that had heavy rain clouds but, strangely, didn't let not even one drop touch the soil. Even so, nothing seemed to matter at that moment, you were guided to a new room, an aunt dismayed and angry at what they did to her brother, shouted orders to your own remaings guards and when things calmed down days later, she decided that you coronation should be done there and soon.

The aid of a noble should always be questioned, she would probably ask for favors during the next years, but you couldn't even bear the thoughts of dealing with it, so the best option was to ignore your aunt's apparently innocent help.

"My queen, may I suggest something?" Lamia mumbled, she have spent more time by your side since that cursed night.

She couldn't ignore your current state, the sleepless nights and nocturnal fears were claiming it's own price. There were always creeping nightmares waiting for you, so the wandering nights inside your aunt's palace seemed much more appealing than a nightmare filled sleep. Soon both of you would need to go back to your truly palace, it seemed that your aunt's mercy was coming to an end more quickly than what you have expected.

"What is it?" You didn't even blinked an eye as you replied to the maid, one commotion down the plebe stands catching your attention as the sound of shouting voices started to reach your ears.

It seemed like a group of men harassing a lonely woman - well she looked a bit like an outcaster there, with everyone turning their eyes to the explicit violence against her.

"A guard's switch, my queen." Lamia approached your side.

What was making her so absorbed after all? The servant questioned herself, seeing nothing but a normal day at the polis.

"I think that, with a personal guard selected by yourself will bring you some peace, most nobles do this when they ascend to the throne" Lamia explained.

When the woman was brutally pushed by one of the five men, an young man appeared, he came running and as fast as he reached the group, he punched and even used a knife at some point. Almost slicing someone's throat.

He helped the woman to rise again, with some caution.

The two left, disappearing from your view.

I may need warriors like this one.

No...

I need this one.

He was ...

"I accept your suggestion, Lamia, can you organize everything so I can meet and choose them during the next week?"

"Of course my dear queen, I'll start it immediately." Lamia bowed, now questioning what could possibly have happened for the queen's complexion to light up. Nonetheless what has caused it she was glad for.

"And Lamia, make sure that they know about how generous the new queen is when it comes to payments."

"Yes, I'll be sure they hear about it" the servant bowed a second time and then left you, it didn't take too much time to another servant to come and replace her.

Your thoughts seemed to run more wildly as the day passed by.

The sudden attraction to the man made you question yourself, was it because he was the one who made you wake up from an aphatic state?

You weren't sure.

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Zeus, in this case and in this form, Elias, was once again wandering drunkenly through the streets of the polis, enjoying the few pleasures that an old mortal could give himself and also maintaining his disguise.

He had overheard the conversation of one of the servants of the new queen, queen who was Demeter's and a mortal's daughter mortal which the goddess decided to deny the existence, handing her daughter over to a sterile human queen.

A demigod, just like his own son.

The two shared a strangely similar past, even when it came to traumatizing nights.

The disguised god walked back to his lover and son's home, the new queen's offer was too tempting for Heron to refuse, no matter how stubborn he could be. He had declined Alexia's offer, and perhaps the regret would make him choose right this time.

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Lamia had organized everything just as the queen asked, her aunt did not hide the relief that you were leaving soon and wandered happily around the room in which the three of you were.

"The men in my polis make great guards, excellent warriors." the mourning for her brother had dissipated quickly, and it also increased your desire to leave that place, now the cloudy clouds seemed to worsen your mood.

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You were waiting for them inside a kind of canopy like bed, Lamia had murmured something about only the selected ones seeing your face. It was a strange security issue and the day was particularly hot making you hate the stupid idea even more. But there was something, making your afternoon a little more tolerable.

The chance of seeing him again.

A few remaining men from your old guard positioned themselves near the door and soon it was opened, the first candidate entering the room, an undoubtedly strong man, but it wasn't the one you're seeking to see.

Your frustration almost materialized right there, and a doubt arose, what made you believe that he would appear?

As you were selecting the most competent ones, or at least apparently competent, your hope of seeing him again was being drained as the hours passed by, soon you would have to leave the polis and perhaps you should have to accept the fact that you would not see him again.

Besides, as a new queen there would be more important things to deal with, and soon this sudden...

The door opened again, the last one to be chosen and you had to control yourself not to tear the canopy.

It was him.

You were silent for a while, observing every possible detail through the fine fabric, his frame but what has made you literally frozen were his eyes - a vibrant blue, as if the sky and the ocean were inside those irises.

"My queen?" A servant called, waking you from your almost trance.

You composed yourself. Continuing with the same questions I had repeated so many times earlier.

"Your name?"

"It's Heron."

"Well Heron, you must already know I'm not from this polis, even so, are you willing to work as one of my guards?"

Tension filled your brain, after all he could simply deny it, you remembered the woman he helped, could she possibly be a relative?

He stayed silent for some seconds, his face was doubt itself but soon with was replaced by calm and determination.

"Yes, I'm willing too." Heron replied.

"Great." your response didn't matched the sheer happiness that you were feeling. You proceeded with the other questions about what weapon could he wield, combat experience...

You weren't really listening to Heron's answers, still mesmerized simply by seeing him close enough, even so, you managed to inform him that you all would be departing soon and he should prepare for doing so.

"You can go now."

He left the room and so did you, watching from a safe distance as he kept walking down the aisle, there was definitely something different about him.

Something that seemed weirdly familiar to you.

What was it?

#Heron #Blood of zeus

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suzie-guru · 5 years

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Strange Magic Fanfic - “A Highway Passion Play”, Part One

Here’s my (VERY belated) contribution to the start of Month of Lofe for the Strange Magic Fandom! I was originally going to make this a whole fanfic, but I’ve decided to divide it into two parts with each one giving focus to our lovely couples!

The two types of love the week focused on were Eros (sexual or passionate love) and Ludus (playful and/or uncommitted love). One of the suggested ideas was a Car Trip AU, which I have always wanted to attempt!

Part One will focus on Potionless and Ludus, though I also think there’s a healthy helping of Storge (a slow developing, friendship-based love). I think that just proves that Love can not and will not be easily classified or confined!

Part Two will focus on Butterfly Bog in an continuation of this AU, with five guesses going as to what type of love theirs will be...

As always, I hope you enjoy!

One would say that ambitions and bucket-lists were synonyms, but Dawn understood that ambition was merely the fuel for such an endeavor – you could only get so far if you had enough in your tank. In that metaphorical regard, all four of them were fine.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the lemon they were driving.

For the third time the cheerful chime of the gas tank sounded, its song quickly followed by a chorus of groans, Dawn and Sunny’s weary and Marianne’s full of frustrated acceptance.

But Bog’s was near a snarl as he glared at the dash, blue eyes bright and baleful as he stabbed an accusatory finger at it. “This is wha’ we get fer not stoppin’ at a motel–”

“We need to cover ground if we want to make it to New Mexico by Thursday,” Marianne replied, tipping her head back in a sigh, the glow of perspiration across her taut tendons highlighting the elegance of its arched state.

With what energy the heat of the desert hadn’t managed to steal, Dawn had to admire how her sister managed to wear messiness so magnificently, sun and sweat and eight hours on the road be damned, the gusts warm wind only ruffling her pixie cut into a positively stylish disarray. Dawn wearily pushed her hand through her own damp curls, already dreaming of cool showers and air conditioning and ice machines as Marianne continued on. “We passed a station like a while back. We’ll go back, fill up, grab some gas containers, then Sunny and I can switch–”

“Sunny stays here,” Dawn interrupted, her eyes closed as she leaned against her best friend’s shoulder. God, how did he manage to stay so cool? “He’s my personal ice pack.”

Sunny’s laugh rumbled through her before cool fingers swiped over her brow, and Dawn wondered at the sheer saintliness he contained that he was able to wipe away another person’s sweat without even a shudder. “First rule of road trips, Dawn, we do not ignore Marianne’s schedule. Second rule of road trips–”

“–we do NOT ignore Marianne’s schedule,” the whole car chorused on cue, Marianne’s voice especially empathetic. Even as the words left her mouth, Dawn knew she wouldn’t win this battle. But oh, dear God, the heat–!

“Can we at least blast the air conditioning?” she asked with pained hopefulness.

“The windows are open, stick your head out,” Bog replied with no small amount of grumpiness, stretching his body as hard as he could in the front passenger seat, the long line of his lanky body giving several snaps cracks and pops.

Dawn draped her leg over his shoulder to delicately stick her big toe in his ear, making him jolt. “That’s not a viable option and you know it, Mister I Wear A Tee Shirt and Jeans No Matter What The Weather’s Like–”

“When we get to the gas station, I’ll see if they have a cold compress or something,” Marianne promised, shoving her sunglasses down to meet her sister’s eyes. “We can’t risk the air conditioning just yet, not until we find an auto shop. If our personal mechanic can’t figure it out–”

“We really don’t want to chance it,” Bog finished grimly, and Dawn knew that was that. If Boggy was putting his grease monkey pride aside to admit the car had stumped him, they couldn’t tempt fate. They had already had to switch out a tire, they didn’t need anything else slowing them down. Especially my whining.

Dawn slumped back against Sunny, out of sorts and upset that she was so. “Guys, I’m sorry, I am, I wish I wasn’t so freaking sensitive about heat–”

Bog grabbed her foot back, his whole hand dwarfing it easily, her heel cradled in his callused palm. “None o’ tha’, lassie. Some flowers are desert born an’ bred, yer just not in yer appropriate climate.”

Dawn pursed her lips at him, trying to keep her smile back. “Why are you’re still on this Treat Dawn Like A Flower kick?”

“Because ye are,” Bog replied easily, giving her ankle a tickle.

Dawn shrieked and the resulting flailing of her foot to escape those fingers had her nearly kicking Marianne in the head.

“Hey!” The sunglasses came down once more, and the scorch of the desert had nothing on those amber eyes set in a glare. “Can we NOT take out the driver while she’s making an ambiguously legal U turn?”

“Ambiguously legal meaning incredibly illegal but there’s no cops here?” Sunny interjected dryly.

“You get me, Sunny.”

“Sorry,” Dawn winced, taking her foot back. She cocked her head at Bog. “Why isn’t Marianne a flower?”

“I’m a weed,” Marianne promptly answered.

Bog rolled his eyes. “Weeds can still be flowers, Tough Girl. You’re just different.”

Marianne smirked, the plum line of her lips twisting wryly. “I’ve been told.”

Bog chuckled and looked across at the petite driver, and there was no small amount of affection and pride in his voice. “That’s what I like.”

There was a distinct softness to those blue eyes, and Dawn felt her heart get pittery-pattery on her sister’s behalf since she had to focus on the road. But there was now a flush to her sister’s cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat, and Dawn bit down on the squeal burgeoning in her. Oh God, please please please let this be the trip where they finally––

There was a CRUNCH of gravel, metal and rubber, and Dawn found her body being caught by her seatbelt and the air knocked out of her lungs. After several seconds of nausea and confusion, she looked around, getting her bearings, her ears ringing and her neck sore. “What the hell was that?”

“The pothole from hell,” Marianne muttered, steering the car to the side of the road as quick as she could. She then looked out of her window before slamming her hands down on the steering wheel with a snarl. “FUCK! It took out the back wheel!”

“So now we don’t have gas and we have to replace another wheel?” Dawn said, her voice getting higher as panic rose within her.

Bog unbuckled his belt and turned around, his frown born both of rage and worry. “The car’s a fuckin’ lemon, but at least the seatbelts work. Everyone okay?”

Marianne and Sunny gave assents and Dawn went to nod before wincing, her neck throbbing. “I think I got a little whiplash…”

Marianne immediately turned around, leaning over her seat and whipping off her sunglasses to inspect her baby sister, her fingers carefully prodding along Dawn’s collar, semesters of med school obvious in her touch. Nonetheless, Dawn leaned away. “Marianne, it’s fine, I’m fine…”

“No, you’re not,” Marianne retorted, the iron of her voice at odds with the warm concern in her eyes. “You need ice.”

Bog yanked his phone out of the car charger, looking at the screen and then down the road, grimacing under the hot sun. “Map says we’re about half an hour walkin’ distance away from tha’ gas station. We can call a tow truck there, have them take this to a shop, get this shit sorted out…”

Dawn shook her head instinctively and had to bite down at the yelp of pain that resulted, making Sunny place a concerned hand on her shoulder. “That’s gonna strain our budget!”

“An emergency is an emergency,” Marianne said, already riffling through her wallet. “Sunny, who gave you this piece of shit?”

Sunny’s sigh was low and full of shame. “Ten guesses who and the first nine don’t count.”

“Fucking Roland,” Marianne spat. “I bet he charged you full price too, right?”

Sunny nodded, his hands balling into futile fists on Dawn’s shoulders. “God, I’m such a stupid sucker, I should’ve known–”

“Just because my ex is a manipulative asshole who will rot in car salesmen hell doesn’t make you stupid,” Marianne interjected, finally pulling out a credit card. A sweetly evil smile slid upon her face. “But it is going to make using this to pay for everything a whole hell of a lot sweeter. I knew I swiped it for a reason.”

Bog stopped grimacing to stare at the piece of plastic with unholy wonder and glee in his gaze. “Ye did nae.”

Marianne favored him with a particularly vicious smirk. “Hell hath no fury like a Marianne Fairfield scorned. And if Roland wants to complain, I’ll tell Dad that Dawn was injured in one of the cars he sold.” She grabbed her hat out of the car, then pointed at Sunny and Dawn. “Sunny, keep an eye on her. Bog and I will be back as quick as we can with a new car.”

“What if you’re not back before dark?” Dawn asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice – as hot as the desert was now, she knew how quickly the cold came at night.

“You can set up the tent, and we’ve got the blankets and sleeping bags,” Marianne reminded her as she grabbed their water bottles from the front. She then grinned. “And you have my permission to set the car on fire if you need the extra heat.”

Bog and Sunny both snorted, and Dawn couldn’t help joining in. When in doubt, set something that belonged to Roland on fire. Truly words Marianne lived by.

After slapping on sun screen and their respective hats, Bog and Marianne went off down the road, the sight of them soon rippling with heat. Dawn bit back a worried sigh. Marianne always said it was her job to worry about her sister, but…

“She’ll be fine.” Sunny patted Dawn’s shoulder, his brown gaze so full of comfort. “They’ll both be fine. Bog’s always ready for a fight, and your sister–”

“–can take care of herself,” Dawn finished, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She could, and she would, but still…

She continued to watch down the road, and Sunny leaned back against the car seat, taking off his bandana and wiping it across his face with a groan. “Honestly, when you think about it, this is good for them.”

Dawn whipped her head to look at him, disbelief scrunching up her forehead and making her ignore the twinge in her neck. “Good for them?”

Sunny shrugged at her, putting his feet up and resting his arms on his knees. “Yeah, don’t you think? They get to be alone for a bit. After all, the only thing that’s rivaled this heat is their–” he lowered his voice dramatically, waggling his eyebrows, “–smoldering sexual tension.”

Throwing back her head in laughter was probably incredibly counterproductive to her injury, but Dawn couldn’t help herself. “Oh, God, yes. I swear, I thought Marianne was going to pounce on him when he was all bent over and fixing the engine yesterday. Never mind that he wore that raggedy undershirt instead of one of those tee-shirts today–”

“–don’t knock undershirts, Dawn, it’s too hot for anything else,” Sunny grinned.

Dawn, still giggling, looked up back at him and—

Oh, yeah, he was also wearing an undershirt, the black cotton hugging his torso like a second skin, the lean muscles of his abs apparent even through the fabric—

And his skin, it was so golden brown and glowing, he looked so—

Dawn blinked before giving her head a little shake, and immediately regretted doing so, reaching her hand up to where her neck throbbed. “Ouch…”

Sunny sat up in concern and she waved a hand at him, trying to keep her voice light. “I hope whatever ice they manage to find survives the trip back.”

Sunny eyed her neck, his mouth taking on a twist of concern, before he hopped out of the car and went to the trunk, popping it open. “Set yourself down in the back, Dawn, I think I’ve got something for you.”

Dawn did as he said, and it was only due to how her neck throbbed that she kept herself from looking curiously after him as he rustled away in the trunk. “You think? What are you talking about, Sunny?”

Sunny came back to the side door, carrying some blankets and towels under one arm, their pillows under the other while his one free hand clutched at both their cooler and the portable radio his father passed onto him. He quickly put his supplies down, handing Dawn the cooler before he started arranging the blankets and pillow on the ground. “It should be right up near the top, in the left corner. After that, put our water bottles in there, keep them cool. I just need to take care of this…”

Dawn opened the cooler, wary of how long it would take her to find whatever Sunny had for her what with how the heat would melt the ice in it the longer she had it open. Thankfully, her eyes fell on them almost immediately and widened. “Sunny, these are from the last motel–!”

Sunny snorted. “That manager was a racist, sexist jerk, Dawn. I think swiping a few washcloths is more than fair. Besides, I know how funky you get when it gets super hot, your needs trumps his ownership.”

Dawn handled the frozen washcloths like they were dipped in gold, her eyes worshipful and wondering as she looked at Sunny. “But…how did you freeze them?”

“Stuck them in the mini fridge’s freezer last night. Thought it was best to be prepared.” He grinned at her. “Go on, slap one on.”

Dawn did so, and immediately let her eyes close in sheer bliss, the coolness of the cloth a balm on her sweaty skin, her tender neck…

She swiftly put the rest of the washcloths and their water bottles in the cooler before getting back to her tiny little heaven in the midst of all this heat, while Sunny rustled around the car, pulling this and that out.

There came a cough, and Dawn opened her eyes to where Sunny stood, his arms spread wide and his smile proud. “Bienvenido a la Casa de Sunny!”

Two makeshift beds now lay on the desert floor, along with the beach chairs and their enormous beach umbrella that Dawn had known they would eventually need. She clapped her hands, delighted. “Sunny! Eso es fantástico!”

She paused, her fingers curling in worry. “But, desert floors can be thirty degrees hotter than the air, I’ve looked it up—”

“That’s what we have the beach chairs floor,” Sunny said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I figured that as soon as the umbrella shade cools it, we’ll be okay as long as we have the blankets and towels between us and the ground. Besides, that car is gonna be an oven, you can’t stay in there.”

Dawn practically skipped over to him and his handmade oasis, blue eyes bright and smile thankful. “I swear, you take care of everything, I don’t know what my anxious ass would do without you–”

Sunny shrugged, but she could have sworn his cheeks got darker with a blush. “Just all that time spent building forts paying off, is all.”

Dawn sank into one of the beach chairs with a sigh, settling the cooler between them and fiddling with the radio, searching through the static for a station. “God, do you remember how long we fought over whether the name of our fort would be Fairy Fort and Pixie Palace?”

Sunny sat next to her with a sigh before giving her a sly glance. “I remember how you wouldn’t even consider Elf Village—”

“That had no alliteration!”

“—and how Dad had to give you lessons on how to properly use a hammer.”

“Then I hit my thumb and refused to pick it up the rest of the day,” Dawn said, giving a soft roll of her eyes but smiling. She rolled the knob on the radio once more, and music began to pipe through, though still patchy with static. “I give Marianne so much hell over her clumsiness, but it’s honestly a wonder I made it through childhood in one piece considering how we played.”

“Yeah, we loved our adventures…” Sunny’s grin softened, nostalgia in his eyes. “I remember you crying after that accident, how you wouldn’t stop until I distracted you.”

Just then, the static from the radio cleared, and a song they knew all too well began to play, sweet and strong. They looked at each other with wide eyes, and Dawn’s smile grew till the sunshine couldn’t match its brilliance. “That was the first time you sang it to me…”

“Don’t worry…about a thing…” Sunny’s voice was at once strong and soft over the sun baked sand as he sang along with the radio, his crooning curling over Dawn with the same comfort the cool washcloth had. “’Cause every little thing…is gonna be alright…”

Dawn tapped her feet, swung her head, and wriggled her fingers to the music, letting the song sink over her like the water of a lake. God, but if this song didn’t capture Sunny, nothing did. Upbeat, joyful, full of comfort and assurance, always shaking her free and calming her down whenever her insecurities and anxieties took her captive. From the very start, he had eased her pain, soothed her soul. Because of him, her childhood had been so sweet.

He makes my life so sweet.

Dawn’s head paused in mid-roll, her fingers mid snap.

All her life, she had never questioned Sunny being in it – he was simply there, simply a part of it, of her. She could scarcely imagine her life, herself, without him. It would be like removing her heart from her body and expecting her to keep living.

A strange sort of buzz filled Dawn’s ears, one that had nothing to do with being overwhelmed by the heat. To her distant surprise, it was actually a sweet sensation, like champagne bubbles bubbling up under her skin, exploding with excitement, sending sweetness swirling through her.

She had always loved Sunny, and despite what some had whispered, she had never taken him for granted. He was her dearest friend, her most beloved playmate.

Play.

A damp curl fell to her forehead, and Dawn idly twisted it with a finger, watching the flaxen lock flex as she thought. She had always been playful, always loved her fun, flirty and flighty and fervent in equal turns, and Sunny had never complained, never, not once, even when—

Even when I had never been so with him.

She had played with him, certainly, the innocence of childhood fueling so many excited expeditions, but now…

Dawn dropped her hand and looked at Sunny, still singing, his eyes closed as he moved his head to the song, his shock of hair swaying.

…now maybe she could start another adventure with him?

An adult adventure.

But only if he was down to dance to that tune.

Dawn shook her head, hoping if Sunny saw he’d blame it on the music rather than the minor case of shock she was suddenly experiencing. God, why had it taken her so long to realize this?

She looked at him again and her sigh came out of her before she could stop it, full and heartfelt. Honestly, the question she should be asking is why did she take so long to notice Sunny was such a babe?

Although in retrospect, that group of giggling girls at that last gas station and how they had gazed at Sunny and the odd rash of irritation that had rushed over her probably should have been her first clue—

Sunny finished the song with a flourish, which Dawn gave its due applause, her heart hammering in time with her claps because oh God, oh my God, she’d just realized she might be legit crushing on Sunny for lord knows how long and—

A new song started, Whitney’s undeniable voice echoing over the sand, and Dawn immediately sat up, eyes wide. Of course!

Her beach chair scraped over the dry dirt as she got up, the movement making Sunny look at her in confusion, brow lowering over sweet brown eyes. “Wanna change the channel?”

“No,” Dawn said, and Sunny blinked as she beamed down at him, not caring about the sweat on her skin or the stinkin’ hot sand, not caring about anything else but him, him and her, here and now. Her voice was sweet and sincere, her smile pure and playful. “I wanna dance with somebody.”

Sunny’s eyes lost their squint, widening in surprise. “Is the heat getting to you, Dawn?”

“My heart’s getting to me,” Dawn replied, and with any other boy she would have screamed at letting such words loose, but with Sunny…with Sunny, she had nothing to fear, nothing to worry over. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. “Took the stupid thing long enough.”

Sunny blinked again, looking as though the concept of breathing was soon to depart all together from his mind if something wasn’t done. Dawn offered him a helping hand, blue eyes meeting brown, and her voice was not a command, but a question. “Dance with me, Sunny?”

Because she wouldn’t take him for granted, she had never and she would never, even if this was just a crush, was just playing around, no commitment or anything holding them down, free to float on air and swing with songs—

And if that changed…

Well…like she said. No commitment. No rules.

Just playing with her best friend.

Sunny stared at her hand and then at her, and she could see him swallow, the soft bob of his adam’s apple so suddenly dear to her, every little thing about him was so dear now that she was seeing him—

Then he smiled, and not for the first time Dawn was struck by how appropriate his name was, it warmed her soul the way the actual sun never could, the brown of his eyes so bright and beautiful. “Always, baby girl.”

He rose then laughed, the sound soft and a bit embarrassed as he stepped to her. “We’ll just have to get creative in compensating for the height difference.”

“And the heat,” Dawn added, grasping his hands in hers and letting her feet move her closer to him, the soft spice of his scent tickling her nose like it always did. “No super fancy moves necessary, it’s not like we need to work up more of a sweat.”

Sunny’s laugh was no longer any kind of embarrassed, and it sang through Dawn like the sweetest song. When they began to swing dance, the lessons her mother had taught them forever in their bones, it was so easy, so very easy. It was if they had always done this, had always been ready for this moment. No practice was needed with this kind of playing, no learning was necessary for this kind of love.

Just sweetness and song and sand and Sunny, Sunny-Sunny-Sunny—

He sent her out in a spin over the sand, the sunshine around them sent into a spiral, and Dawn’s head whirled as she twirled, her heart so happy.

She didn’t know and didn’t care about anything else in that moment, not about what this dance meant, not about what would await the two of them tomorrow once the car was fixed and Boggy and Marianne came back, not about what Dad would say when this road trip ended and they came home.

She was playing a whole new game with her best friend, and Dawn knew he needed no promises from her, no commitments or confinements.

Dawn knew he loved her, as much as she loved him, and knowing that…

That meant she didn’t have to worry about a thing.

#month of lofe #suzie's strange magic fanfics #potionless #strange magic #strange magic fanfics #strange magic au #strange magic car trip au #I truly *do* love writing Potionless they're so sweet...#God it felt so good to write this!#next up...Bog and Marianne get to *play*...#*eyebrow waggle*

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Who Needs Mistletoe?

Prompt: Request by Anonymous - “"i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!" with Evan please??”

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Previous Evan Hansen X Reader

Summary: Going back to your hometown for the holidays, your friends plan on getting together for old times sake and you accept, even if that means hanging out with your now ex-boyfriend. Everything was going smoothly until it was time to leave.

Word Count: 2,226

Warnings: Language, angst, food and eating.

A/N: I made this be like college age? So everyone is back home visiting family and friends and stuff. Everyone’s alive and friends, and the reader and Evan dated during senior year. I don’t explicitly say why they broke up and I also tried to leave the ending ambiguous so you can kind of decide if you two get back together or not.

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Coming home for the holidays was the best part of break. Finals were done, and you didn’t have to worry about anything until the new year. As you relaxed on the couch, mindlessly flipping through TV channels, you got a text from Alana. She wanted to have a little get together that Saturday since you were all in town. Sending a quick, ‘Can’t wait! See you then,’ you returned to the television. That is, until you remembered who your friend group consisted of.

Letting out a quiet curse, you buried your head in your hands. What am I going to do when I see Evan? you asked yourself. Getting off of the couch you started to pace. We left things friendly, but what’s the etiquette for greeting an ex that you haven’t seen in months? How’s everyone else going to handle it? Shit shit shit shit shit…

After your mind continued on that train of thought for a bit, you got another text from Alana, drawing you back to the present. ‘K make sure to get here by 6! And bring a holiday movie if you want, I’m thinking dinner and a show’. With that you go over to your collection of movies and scan for anything that’s even slightly festive, trying to keep yourself from thinking about Evan and what would happen on Saturday.

The rest of the week goes by at the speed of light, but also at the pace of a snail, it was just that kind of week. Mixed with thoughts of seeing Evan, along with your other friends, and continuously checking your grades online, waiting for final scores to be posted. Saturday eventually comes though, and you make your way to Alana’s house with some cheese and crackers along with your favorite holiday movie.

Taking a breath, you knock on the door. You hear some noises behind the door, and have a big smile on your face as the door opens, expecting Alana. However, you freeze in place when your eyes meet the hazel eyes of the person you were most conflicted to see, Evan Hansen. Your smile is still on your face, but you can feel it shift from a happy one to a forced expression. Evan also seems at a loss of what to do, shaking his head a little before stepping out of the way and motioning you into the house.

With a small, grateful nod, you enter and head straight for the kitchen, attempting to avoid the awkwardness of that first encounter of the night, You take a deep breath when you’re safely in the kitchen, walls giving you a protective layer, at least for now.

Alana gives you an incredulous look at your slightly frazzled state, but walks around her kitchen island to give you a hug nonetheless. You set out the cheese and crackers you brought as you make small talk about how your first semester away from home went, ranting about horrible teachers and what there was to do around your respective campuses as you prepare the food. After the appetizer was done, Alana motioned you to bring it out to the living room, where you all would be watching the movie.

You didn’t know if anyone else had shown up after you, or if your friends were already there. Either way, you knew that Evan was out there, and you were unsure if you were prepared to see him again. Giving Alana a wary look, she gives you a nudge as she continues to prepare the main course. C’mon, (Y/L/N). If you can face four finals in one day, you can face your dorky ex-boyfriend. And with that, you march into the living room with your head held high.

Setting the platter on the coffee table, you look around to see that Jared, Evan, Connor, and Zoe are all already there talking about the movie selections. Connor is sitting in an armchair, while Jared and Evan are sitting on the couch They stop there conversation to greet you, Zoe getting up from her spot in another arm chair to give you a hug. The boys give you a simple wave, and you return the gesture. Zoe heads back into the kitchen with you, grabbing your movie choice and heading back into the living room to see if she could get a consensus.

You help Alana as much as you can with dinner, but soon enough it’s only a waiting game so she heads to the living room to talk to everyone, you trailing behind her. She settles in on the couch next to Jared, and you decide to perch on Zoe’s armrest and chat with her about how she’s handling senior year.

However, after a few minutes of conversation Jared is interrupting everyone, “So are we going to watch a movie, or what? If I only wanted to talk to people about school and future plans I would have stayed at home with my parents.” Rolling your eyes, Jared starts to petition for The Santa Clause while you all groan at his persistence. “C’mon it’s a meme of a movie!”

Alana starts to protest with A Miracle on 34th Street and you just sit and laugh as they debate back and forth. You catch Evan’s eyes from across the room and you feel your cheeks heat up slightly before tearing your gaze elsewhere, trying to calm yourself. Eventually, with the help of Connor and Zoe, it’s decided that the first movie you’ll watch will be The Nightmare Before Christmas due to it being slightly shorter than the other options and because it’s a favorite of pretty much all of your friends.

After about twenty minutes of the movie go by a timer from the kitchen goes off and Alana goes to check on the food. Most of the cheese and crackers are gone, and everyone eagerly waits for food as the movie continues. A few minutes later Alana calls out, “Everything’s ready if you guys want to come and grab a plate!”

Connor pauses the movie and you all head towards the food, creating a makeshift buffet line. Grabbing a plate, you take a little of everything, before returning to the living room and actually taking a seat at the end of couch. Everyone returns to the room and settles in to their previous positions, putting Alana between you and Evan, and forcing Jared to be slightly squished at the opposite end of the sofa.

You resume the movie and eat in relative silence, sometimes joining in to sing some of the songs. When the movie ends you’ve all gotten up for seconds, and a few people thirds, and you all decide to start the next film before bringing out the dessert, just to let your stomachs settle a little bit.

That starts another movie debate and you can’t help but laugh at how heated everyone gets over such a senseless decision. You hear Evan laugh to your left and glance over to see a smile gracing his face. You can’t help but admire how his eyes light up and how handsome he looks when he’s happy like this. He seems to feel your gaze as he turns to you, but you look away and contribute to the conversation, acting like the moment hadn’t happened.

Jared is now teamed up with Connor as they try to get everyone to watch Die Hard, but Alana and Zoe are calling for anything but that since, “It isn’t a holiday movie! It doesn’t matter if it takes place during Christmas, it has nothing to do with the plot, therefore it doesn’t matter Kleinman.” Ultimately, the decision is to watch Home Alone since it includes mild violence and is more of a holiday-centric film.

You try to get into the movie, but your mind keeps wandering to Evan, who’s sitting one person away from you. Those thoughts are multiplied by a thousand when Alana gets up to get dessert ready about forty-five minutes later. That leaves Evan sitting only a few feet away from you, no barrier other than the air. You have no idea if he’s thinking about it as much as you are, but you really try not to let your thoughts show nonetheless.

Alana is soon enough bringing plates of cake in to the living room, passing them to everyone as the movie continues to play. Accepting it with a small ‘thank you’ you dig in and attempt to drown your thoughts in sugary goodness. A few people get up to get more cake as the night wears on, but by the time the movie is over everyone is stuffed and content, settled into their spots and trying to stay awake. Jared ultimately fails, falling asleep right before the credits.

Conversation is light following the movie, so as not to disturb the lightly snoring Jared. Connor and Zoe decide to head home soon after. After saying your goodbyes, you go to the kitchen to help Alana clean up. Evan picks up some of the cake plates and follows you. You gratefully take the plates from him as you start to wash them in the sink, but instead of heading back to the living room, he picks up a dishcloth and starts to dry the plates you wash.

You both sneak glances at each other until he finally breaks the silence. “How’s school been?” It’s obvious he’s nervous, but you appreciate the effort. Talking about classes comes easily after repeating the same thing to so many people, and it’s nice to have a normal conversation with Evan. He in turn talks about his work and how he enjoys working at the local park.

The conversation flows and soon enough you’re laughing about stupid jokes just like you did in high school. You don’t even notice how late it’s gotten until Alana is politely telling you that you should head home, “It’s supposed to snow tonight, should definitely get home before then. Just want you two to be safe.”

Giving her a hug and another ‘thank you’ for the meal and great time, you leave the house. “I can walk you to your car if you want?”

“That would be nice,” you say with a smile. You walk down the street a little ways to where you parked, lightly talking about possible summer plans. “Welp, this is me,” turning to face him, “Tonight was fun. Goodnight, Evan.”

“Goodnight,” he says. And then you feel his lips on yours. You tense up, unsure of what to do. Evan is kissing me? What? W H A T? Do I do??? But he pulls away before you can fully process it. Eyes wide and confusion written across your face, his face is beet red and he’s nervously running a hand over his face. “I-I-I’m so, so sorry. It’s just a-a force of habit? I haven’t seen you since we broke up and I just haven’t gotten over that yet I guess because you were at college and I haven’t been able to hang out with you in a friendship setting and tonight was so intimate that I guess I registered it as an almost group date and I’m still used to kissing you goodbye I’m sorry I’ll just leave now.”

He turns to do so, but you can’t help but reach out and grab his arm. Giving you a questioning look, he stops. “It’s okay Evan,” taking a deep breath, the rest of what you say coming out with the exhale, “I was actually wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime while I’m still in town?” Evan raises an eyebrow, not understanding what you said. Taking another breath in an attempt to calm yourself, you simply ask, “Coffee on Tuesday?”

Evan stutters out a quiet, “S-sure.” Then you let go of his arm and you’re both searching each other’s eyes, unsure of what to do then. You come to your senses first, when you feel a chill from the wind. You shake your head and grip your keys in your hand.

“Okay, well I’ll text you later then. Goodnight, Evan.” Then you unlock your car and open the door, ready to head home.

“Right, goodnight, (Y/N),” Evan says with a little wave, before heading towards his own car. You sit in the driver’s seat, almost in a daze when you get a text from Alana. ‘Did what I think just happened, actually happen?!?!’ Letting out a small chuckle, you reply with a quick, ‘I’ll call you and tell you in the morning’

You can almost feel her excitement over the phone as she responds with a few heart emojis, leaving you to scoff slightly. When you finally make it home, you flop onto your bed, tired and full and ready for bed. You check your phone once again before you fall asleep to see you have two texts from Zoe reading: ‘I guess I didn’t need to bring mistletoe after all’ and ‘disregard that last text’.

Letting out a chuckle, you’re a little surprised to get a text from Evan as well. ‘Just wanted to check that you got home safe’. A small smile makes its way to your face and you respond with a simple ‘Safely tucked into bed. You?’

‘Same here. Is 9 okay for coffee on Tuesday?’

‘Yeah. See you then, Evan :)’

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