𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘┊𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 !
┊Dedicated to Ate Honey <33
┊Genre: Fluff (with a tad bit of angst)
┊Summary: In which, Honey calls her beloved parsley one last time.
┊Warning: Fluff, & Angst (ignore this one <3333)
┊Note: This is not an x reader
┊Word Count: 400+
"Hey, my darling parsley... when are you arriving...?" Honey asked, a warm smile gracing her face as she heard his voice.
"I'll be arriving in an hour or so, being a fourth year in NRC is tiring, I'm sorry I can't spend your birthday fully with you my dear." Trey apologized, though he seemed out of breath, perhaps he had been running around the dorm to find his gift for Honey.
"That's alright my parsley... we can spend tonight cuddling if you'd like, take your time and have breaks, I can't have my darling parsley dry out now can I?" Honey laughed softly.
"I truly wonder what I did for the sevens to give me such a forgiving angel as my significant other." Trey laughed, perhaps Honey couldn't see it but Trey was smiling oh so brightly at the other end.
"Alright my parsley, continue what you're doing, you sound busy right now, I'll allow you to do what you're doing," Honey spoke, ready to end the call.
"Alright Honey, I love you..."Trey whispered sweetly into his phone.
"Bye..." Much to Trey's dismay, Honey's reply was simple, yet their voice seemed to hold some sort of sorrow and pain, to which Trey couldn't pinpoint the reason for their sadness.
A sob escaped Honey's throat as they ended the call, they held the phone close to their chest, this would be the last time they would get to hear the sweet sound of his voice.
"I'm ready to leave now..." Honey whispered, a tremble evident in their voice.
Taking her hand, Crowley leads her to the dark mirror.
She'd be going home now, she'd be leaving everything behind in this world. But most of all she would leave him.
"May we meet again my parsley..." Honey whispered as she entered the portal back to her home.
As she finally adjusted her vision to the bright lighting she noticed how foreign this home felt.
This was all she'd known all her life... so why did it feel so new to her.
She let out another sob, all she had was those memories. Memories of his sweet voice, memories of his lips, memories of his warm hugs, and memories of how he loved her.
As Trey entered the empty manor he gasped at how sorrowful it felt. There was no sound of laughter or screaming for Grim to stop raving about tuna.
Perhaps then he realized, they were gone, and they were never coming back...
"Happy birthday... my bitter love..." He whispered, a lone tear cascading down his face.
This love story always seemed as sweet as honey, but sometimes honey isn't as sweet as you'd expect it to be. It can be bitter, just like the ending of this sorrowful tale.
Please forgive me for this Ate Honey! HAHAHAHAHA
Tags: @honey-milk-depresso @kitsuwolfy @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender @mayosause @deimospheres @luxaryllis-primaryacc
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It's 9PM so I'm making a quick Trey fic and posting it because if I put this in Honey's inbox it'll disappear
she/her pronouns are used for Honey + Not an x reader
TW for suicide and death
You were the only one,
"Trey, I've been meaning to ask you something." Honey voiced to the green haired male beside her while staring at the broken stars that hung in the sky. The stars were always broken. From when they were first born months ago all the way till this moment.
"Weren't you lonely before I got here?"
Trey hesitated for a while before answering, "In a way, I guess I was lonely, but then I got used to it. When you arrived, I didn't really know what to feel about it, since I already got used to being alone. In my own world, where only I existed." As Trey spoke, the winds picked up, blowing calmly over the grass.
So I treasured you like no other.
"But... Now that you're here, I think I would want to keep it that way." He continued, ruffling Honey's hair when he finished. Trey would die to keep her with him, even with broken stars shining in their eyes.
Even with broken stars, it's amazing how they line up, isn't it? All the patterns they could make, the stories they told... As long as the stars were with them, as long as those stars that made "them" up existed...
They'd be okay.
You and I both know,
"How long has it been since I got here?" Honey asked herself, looking at the calendar on her wall. "A year? Did I lose my sense of time? Maybe I like spending time with him? What am I saying... I love him, don't I?" She questioned, crossing out another day on the calendar.
"Even if I love him, we can't stay together forever." She knew, both of them knew that they couldn't be with each other, no matter how hard they tried.
That stars don't shine forever.
"Hey Honey! If I'm ever out, know that there's a key to my house hidden by the lamps. Feel free to let yourself in."
"You idiot! What if someone steals them?!"
"Don't worry, don't worry. It's not like anyone's going to drop by anyway, so it's safe. It's getting late. You should probably get back. Would you like me to come with you?"
And when they die, they end up somewhere,
"Trey, you're sure that you'll be fine, right?" They were in a place that seemed to get nothing but darker and darker. "Yes... I'll be fine, Honey. Don't worry about me." He coughed up, trying his best to cover everything up.
"How am I supposed to not worry about you when you're in this state?! Trey, you need to start thinking of yourself already!" Honey yelled, droplets of water from her eyes staining the face of the tired male laying on her lap.
But that doesn't mean that we never saw them.
With a bit of his last strength, Trey pointed at a line of light at a distance. "Get yourself over there... I'll rest for a bit." Trey weakly said, smiling.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Honey looked at the light, then to Trey. "I am." With that, Trey sat up, then continued, "Go. I'll be going back home. I think you know where I live, yea? In that case, first door to the left. I'll be waiting for you."
Eventually, new stars will grow,
She picked herself up from the ground, taking one last look at Trey, who was giving her a warm smile, then ran towards the light. As she got closer to the light, the night sky in her mind seemed to slip away, and all she could think of was him. Was he okay? Would he be fine? She kept thinking, "If I get into the light Trey pointed at, would he be okay?"
And then she entered through that bright portal.
But it isn't the same as the stars we had seen.
And she was back in her own world. She was in her room again.
Everything was back to normal. Does that mean... He was actually waiting for her in his home? Honey dashed out the door. She was still worried sick for him. Trey didn't seem so well when they parted... So was he really going to be okay?
Although stars are stars...
Honey knocked on Trey's door a few times, waiting for an answer that never came. "Did he not make it through yet?" She wondered, standing in front of the home.
"There's a key to my house hidden by the lamps. It's not like anyone's going to drop by anyway."
His words played in her mind. Honey walked over to the lamp near his house, then started searching until she eventually found a key.
"First door to the left."
Yet another set of his words rang in her mind as she let herself in.
Honey took a deep breath before opening the door to the room Trey had mentioned, only to find it empty. A desk, a few documents, shelves of books, and no sign of Trey.
"Huh? What's this?" Honey noticed a rectangular, black device with buttons. "A recorder?" She questioned, taking the device in her hand.
Curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she clicked the start button. The tapes inside started playing, and with no mistake, it was his voice.
"Hello? This thing is working. Okay."
"Hello. To whoever's listening to this, welcome to my home. Secondly, if you're listening to this, know that I am well dead. As I am recording this, I am planning out where I want to go after this. If you're someone I know, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. There really isn't much left for me to say, because I don't know too much people---"
The voices started becoming harder and harder to hear, until only one final thing was heard before it stopped working. "Good-ye, see -ou."
Ah.
He wasn't coming. He had assumed that she had found out already, didn't he? No, he didn't. He wouldn't. He home that he had described earlier... It wasn't this home at all, was it?
It was a home where all was peaceful. One where 'darkness', as a phrase in hearts, didn't exist. One where not everyone could go to. One that he built by himself, one that she once lived in.
His own world.
They would just never be the same as the old ones.
A world where he would gaze at broken stars alone again.
@honey-milk-depresso :)
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