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Why am I only worth what the mirror shows?

Stella had always known that people only liked what she had to offer in the looks department, it wasn't as though she had much else to offer. And while her friends had told her otherwise, there was always a seedling of doubt planted in the forefront of her mind.

So when she'd looked in the mirror, and saw a green blob with her hair and what used to be a pretty dress, she couldn't help but wail.

Why did it happen to her? She knew she wasn't always the nicest, but she thought she'd always tried, sometimes her mouth opened before her brain could stop it, she always apologised if she thought it necessary. Why had the world let this happen to her, why couldn't they have let her keep her one good quality?

She dared to take another look.

The only thing of Stella that had remained was her hair. It was still long and blonde, still very soft, but it did nothing to hide what she looked like. Maybe she could claim refuge in her dorm, where no one would have to look at her again. She could keep her friends and boyfriend, a door between them forever, so they wouldn't scream or shudder at a look at what she'd only had brief glimpses of. It only took her a brief moment to realise the flaw in her plans: none of them would want to hold a conversation with her, especially through a door.

"Stella," Bloom asked, knocking on the door, "Are you alright? I'm going to come in, bring you something to eat, I know you haven't eaten since the morning, and it's pretty late now."

She walked over to her bed, turning away from the mirror and doorway and hiding herself with her duvet.

"Okay, sure, Bloom, thank you."

"Here you go, is there anything you want? I can bring you some different clothes if you want, your phone? I know Brandon's really worried about you, but remember there's no pressure," Bloom replied.

"I think I'll have to deny him that, sorry, Bloom," Stella said, remorseful.

"What do you mean? Brandon won't care, none of us do, and none of the specialists will, you know that, don't you? We love you, no matter what," Bloom tried to comfort.

She felt Bloom reach over to touch her, so she couldn't help but recoil from it.

"Why don't you tell that to Flora's scream?" She said, bitterly.

"Stella... She didn't mean to, it was a reaction, nothing was meant by it, surely you know that," Bloom justified.

"Well I don't care," Her voice grew louder, "When you look like this then you can lecture me, but the point still stands. I refuse to have Brandon look at me like this. Understand?"

"Now, hold up a minute, Princess Stella," Bloom began, "I am not lecturing you, I'm trying to help you, we all are, and if you are too stubborn to see that, then quite frankly I won't be bothered from now on."

She stormed off afterwards, sometimes Stella forgot how quick to anger Bloom could be, she'd apologise soon, if Bloom came back. Stella hoped she would, maybe now she looked like a monster, people wouldn't come back when she acted like one.

Rather than moping anymore, she decided to try to find some clothes that would suit her size better. She was devastated about the ruining of her gorgeous new dress, maybe it would be repaired when (if) she changed back. But alas, she now had to look for practicality over beauty (something she'd never thought she'd hear herself say).

None of her regular clothes would fit, so she'd have to wear some baggy clothes, and the only 'baggy' clothes she had were Brandon's. So she walked over to her wardrobe, and bent down to her drawers underneath, and scrambled through them to find matching joggers and a jumper or zipped jacket.

She did eventually find a pair, but they were grey, much to the chagrin of Stella. Though at least they fit her (with a hint of bagginess, still!), she'd never thought she'd be more grateful to have such a tall and broad boyfriend. However, now thinking about him, brought about feelings of sadness, she wanted to be held in his arms, buried underneath him, hidden by him, she wanted him to comfort her, but mostly she just wanted him to be there.

"Bloom? I don't know whether you're anywhere near, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I think, I just- I'm really scared, I don't want to be alone, but I don't want anyone to look at me and just, leave me," Stella said to the door.

She knew no one was there, but it felt good to put it out there.

Stella thought she'd have a bite to eat, before she then would try to have a good night's sleep, despite the day's events.

"Stella, wakey, wakey! Today we're going to find a way to break the curse," Flora said, trying to wake her up, "Bloom! She's not waking up."

"Here, let me try!" Musa said, as she came in, "Steeelllllaaaaa, you're going to miss the new opening of the shop."

"WHAT?! What shop? What do they sell? Tell me Musa!" Stella asked, shaking her friend. "Oh, I still look like this, wonderful."

"It's really not that bad, Stel, you're just a bit greener, and a bit bigger this way," Musa said.

"Wow. Thanks."

"Well, I still think you look even cuddlier, Stella," Flora mused, grabbing onto her.

"Time for breakfast, everyone," Tecna announced.

"Can you guys bring me something back? I don't want to go down there, please," Stella asked.

"Are you sure? One of us can stay if you want?" Tecna interrupted.

"No! No, it's fine, I think I'm going to try and call Brandon, you guys enjoy breakfast, alright?"

"If you're sure, sweetie? We'll be back as soon as possible," Flora asked, giving her one last hug.

"I'm sure, I'll see you soon," Stella said, waving them off.

"Your phone is on the living room table, see you in a bit," Tecna stated, before joining the other four.

Stella waited a few minutes to go downstairs and retrieve her phone. Once she knew they had all gone, she went to go fetch it, she briefly said hello to Kiko and grabbed an apple to eat upstairs while she waited for her friends to get back.

"Okay, you can do this, just look at your phone, that's the first step."

Stella did just that, with much motivation. It was just a black screen, because while she could look at it, she didn't want to see how many calls or messages she may have gotten.

"Now, open it, then call Brandon, hell even message him, that'll be a start," Stella said, breathing heavily.

Entering her passcode, she saw all the missed calls, she had. She noticed most were from Brandon, she at least owed him a call. She tapped his contact, the dial number and waited.

She waited a total of one second before she heard a sigh of relief, "Oh, Stella, sweetie! Are you alright? What happened? You haven't been on your phone and I've been so worried."

"I'm alright, just tired, very tired, sad too, very sad actually," She said, noting her voice lacked her regular tone, instead sounding drained.

"Oh, darling, I'm coming over."

"YOU CAN'T!" She screamed, "I mean, you can't, me and the girls are working out some things? You know figuring out how to undo the spell you know?"

"The spell on your father, surely you want some cuddles though, you sure don't sound fully yourself, you know?" Brandon asked, lowering his voice into a much different tone, a tone even more relaxed than usual.

"I'm sure, in fact, you'll be the first one to know, I'll call you immediately," Stella stated, realising that she truly had been lucky, in the fact he had no idea about what she now looked like.

"Okay," He said, sounding resigned to what she'd said, but still accepting, "I hope to hear from you soon, sweetheart."

"I promise."

The phone call abruptly ended.

She hoped it was a simple spell that could undo the curse, she wanted to see Brandon as soon as possible, but somehow she had her doubts she would be so lucky, unless she'd had enough bad luck that caused some good luck to come her way. She couldn't help but hope for that, no matter how confusing that train of thought was.

"One breakfast, for one princess," Bloom interrupted her thoughts.

"Thanks, Bloom. Listen I wanted to apologise for what happened yesterday, I just, it's hard and well I guess that doesn't excuse how I acted but-"

"No, I'm sorry, I wanted to help, but I didn't take into account what you wanted, what you needed and what you were thinking," Bloom explained.

"What if, we both just forget it," Stella laughed.

Bloom laughed too, reaching in to give her a hug, she flinched from it, but still accepted it.

"Now come on, we have an evil curse to break!"

Stella had her cloak on again, it hid her pretty well, and it made her feel beautiful again (as superficial as it sounded), it was probably because of the colour, the same dress she wore for her Princess Ball, the same dress she noticed made Brandon's jaw drop, before the whole curse thing happened. She decided to wait on those memories not wanting to feel the things she did when she was transformed into the beast she now looked like.

"I don't think I can hide how I look from Brandon much longer," Stella said, trailing behind her girls in the libary.

"We could put a spell on him, it would make him only see you for your beauty on the inside," Flora suggested, excited for the chance to use a spell she'd been researching.

"Besides, I'm sure Concorta will find a way to break it soon, I mean look at her go!" Bloom pointed towards the pixie.

"In all honesty, I don't think my inner beauty is much better than how I look right now," Stella mumbled, but the thought went ignored or unnoticed by her friends.

Then a book was dropped onto their table, "The Mirror of Truth," Bloom read out, describing where it was and the history behind it.

"Here's the solution, it breaks all dark magic spells, but it will be a difficult journey and you must find out how to use it yourself," Concorta explained.

"Are you sure it'll work?" Stella couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, dearie, have a little bit of faith!"

They walked back to their room joining Musa and Tecna.

"Oh! Before I forget, do we know how Layla is?" Stella asked. All she got in reply were open mouths staring at her, "What? I'm not so selfish I only focus on myself, honestly!"

"We didn't think you were, it's just we know how preoccupied you've been, but no we haven't heard anything," Musa explained.

"Now do you not have a call to make Stella? To a certain 'schnookums'? I overheard you earlier, now no chickening out," Tecna said, snapping her fingers.

"While you do that I'll work on the spell, don't you worry," Flora said, already walking off.

"And while you call Brandon, I'll call Sky, so they can know where we need to be, because I doubt you two will get much else done other than flirt," Bloom said, snarkily.

If Stella were in a better mood, she'd defend herself and Brandon, from the over exaggerations, but she simply blew her tongue out and walked up to her room, pulling her phone out.

She called him a second time that day, and he responded in less than a second this time, "Wow, your reaction time has improved by a millisecond from earlier," She laughed.

"I just need to know you're okay, am I not allowed to now?" Brandon laughed back.

"I never said that, my hero, in fact I look forward to it," She replied softly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well I suppose we'll see each other soon enough, my princess, I hear we're going to some ice caves. I'm sure you'll need me to keep you nice and warm."

"Yeah, I might just forget my coat," She replied, remembering how they'd often walk, and he'd took her under his cape.

"I also heard about The White Giants, you think you'll need a hero to defend you from them," He whispered.

"Yes, I think I will," Her voice matching his, before she started talking again, this time with a teasing tone, "You know, with his big broad shoulders, his very strong arms and his well incredibly tall height."

"Oh yeah," He laughed, "What's the minimum?"

"Hmmmmmm, six foot five I'd say."

"Oh few, I just fit the criteria," He snarked.

"Well, I guess you'll have to do," She said, with mock distaste.

"Sorry, I've got to go, Sky's rushing me, says we've got to go and we can flirt in person, goodbye my princess," he said, with a touch of remorse.

"Goodbye, honey," she replied.

Stella had forgotten what she'd looked like throughout that exchange, she felt light on her feet, felt so free and happy. And she couldn't wait to see him in person.

"Wait! In person? Oh no, no, no!"

She rushed downstairs, running to Flora and Bloom's room, "Have you found the spell?"

"Yes don't worry, I'm ready to cast it, don't worry!"

"Oh, thank you," She replied in a much calmer way. Before she began walking to say glumly out of ear shot, "I only hope I'm pretty on the inside."

"You ready, sweetie?" Flora asked.

"As ready I can be right now, have you cast the spell?"

"Of course, don't you worry, and even if it doesn't work, he won't care and if he does, he isn't worth it, he isn't good enough for you, because you are a lovely person," Flora said, clearly passionate.

"I guess you're right, but I really do love him," Stella said, looking away blushing from what Flora had said.

"Yes and he really loves you," Flora replied, kindly.

Stella saw the ship, and saw Brandon. She was still covered in the cloak, but she was still wearing the tracksuit she'd put on the night before, she probably stunk.

"Flora, could you I don't know make me smell nicer, I probably stink," Stella asked.

She rolled her eyes, in response, before waving her hand around to show her compliance, "There you go, now don't panic. It'll be alright, I assure you."

She whispered, "No turning back."

Before shedding her coat in the middle of school grounds and walking towards the ship. She hoped she was beautiful inside, she hoped that whatever qualified someone to be a pretty person on the inside she had. If it were any of the winx, she would have no doubts that they were, but not her. She was selfish and mean sometimes, too reliant on others and also short and expectant. She shook herself, she may not be a good person all the time, she sure as hell tried and surely that would be all that mattered, right?

"Hey gorgeous," Brandon said as he saw her, ruffling her hair, "Hey, I wondered where they went, did you steal them?"

"Noooo, you left them, therefore they're mine now," She teased, before walking away, "Guess I am pretty inside."

"Huh? What was that Stella?"

"Oh nothing for you to worry about," she laughed.

After everyone had bordered the ship, Brandon sat next to her, offering his arm for her to get under, which she gladly did.

"I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too, but don't you need to be doing something here?" She asked, curious.

"Well we all agreed that while, I am the most talented specialist, my talents are going to be best used in comforting the most beautiful princess of all," He said, laughing at the calls of outrage from his friends.

"When have we ever said that?"

"Which conversation were you in?"

His laughter filled the ship, and she couldn't help but smile up at him. "I don't know what you're on about, Stella is clearly the most beautiful princess here, no offence to you Bloom."

Stella couldn't help but feel a bit sick. "Excuse me for a moment."

She walked towards the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror, while he saw her as a beautiful princess, nobody else did. She'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt her. A knock on the door broke her from her trance of looking at herself.

"Stel? You alright?"

"Yeah, sorry, just needed a moment," She responded.

"No need to apologise, alright?"

She nodded. They walked back to their seat and relaxed, intertwining with each other.

Stella had never felt so lost. She wasn't pretty anymore, she wasn't a fairy anymore and she was pretty sure she could say farewell to her title, 'Crown Princess of Solaria.' Those were the three things that were integral to her identity, if she wasn't even one of the three, how could she know herself and how would other people know her?

If the mirror of truth didn't work what would happen? Would this be the final straw Griselda seemed to be waiting for? Would she take joy in kicking Stella out of Alfea, like she had always wanted to? Or would she and Faragonda send her out of the school with remorse or guilt? If she were to be kicked out, would her friends still consider her as a 'Winx'? She hoped they would, or at the very least remain friends with her.

She looked up at Brandon. He looked calm. She wanted to be calm, but how could she? The rest of her life could very well rely on this mission. The rest of her relationships could. Maybe her relationship with Brandon would remain constant. She hoped so. She really did love him, she hoped he loved her the same. But even if he did, could she be so sure that he would love her like she was now, that he would stay with her? She wasn't entirely sure, because while she and Brandon made sense aesthetically beforehand, she couldn't say they would now. Maybe Flora could keep putting the spell on him, if all else fails, she thought, rather morbidly.

She began to turn away from him, deciding to put some distance between the two of them.

He noticed, and moved his hand that was rested on her shoulder to her waist, pulling her closer. She couldn't help but relax into his touch, so she melted into him and closed her eyes.

"Ugh, are we there yet?" She asked, her worries and impatience returning from earlier.

"Data indicates that we are coming up the sector where the caves are located," Tecna replied.

There was a jolt in the ship's movement.

"Hey, I didn't do that," Sky said in reaction.

"Do you think it's the White Giants Concorta told us about, look the snow's thickening?" Bloom pointed out.

"What's happening now?" Tecna groaned, heading to look at Timmy's screens.

"According to the instruments, atmospheric conditions are moderate, but ice is building up on the hull of the ship," Timmy read.

"Reminds me of something Icy would do," Musa scoffed.

"Let me handle it!" Flora volunteered, "With my solar sprouts!"

Timmy shook his head, "That won't work, temperatures are too low, sorry, Flora."

"Magical ice, Flora," Tecna added bluntly, "Your sprouts would never be able to take root."

Brandon stood up, leaving Stella to sit up right, walking over to Sky's chair, "Whatever it is, we need to find a solution, magical or not, and fast!"

"Wow, that'll help us come up with a plan," Musa stated, sarcastically, "Bloom? What about your dragon flame, could you use it to melt the ice?"

"Good idea! Bloom! Magic Winx!"

"Wait, Bloom don't!" Sky interrupted in a panic, "Going out now, it's too dangerous. We have to find another way."

"I have an idea, but you're gonna have to trust me."

"I trust you Bloom."

"Okay," Bloom started, "We do a power dive, the friction will create enough heat, the ice will have to melt off."

"That may work, okay everyone hang on!" Sky announced.

"Don't pull up, until I say so," Bloom said, sternly.

"I'm not going to like this am I?" Stella said to herself, clinging onto her seat.

The ship began its dive.

"Nope, not liking this, getting dizzy, getting nauseous!" Stella shouted, curling in on herself.

Brandon noticed this and exclaimed, "Sky! Pull up! Sky pull up!"

"Not until, Bloom says."

"Pull up Bloom?!" Flora and Musa asked in sync.

"Not yet."

Brandon was next, now clinging onto the back of Sky's chair, "Pull up Bloom."

"Not yet," A moment passed, before Bloom snapped, "Now!"

"Holy shit! We made it?!"

"Is it over yet?"

"Yes, Stella, it's over and Bloom you were amazing."

Brandon let out a sigh of relief, walking back over to Stella.

"The cave is in sight!" Tecna directed to Stella.

"Wait, what are those things?" Musa asked.

"I hope they aren't what I think they are," Bloom grumbled.

"Whatever they are they're attacking us," Sky said, as the ship took a hit.

"Wonderful more guardians of the mirror!" Bloom exclaimed.

The big beast was clinging onto the ship.

"Can we try to pull up again?" Flora asked.

"The engine's not responding!" Sky shouted back to everyone.

"Can we slow the dive?" Tecna suggested.

"The gravitational fields may as well be gone, our ship's structure can't take much more before it will collapse," Timmy said, looking at the projected diagrams in front of him.

Stella was worried, she didn't particularly like how she looked, but she didn't want to have been the one to cause her friends' deaths just because she wanted to look normal. Brandon had joined her once again on their seat, looking at her lovingly and putting his arms around her body. He put his hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, making eye contact with him. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she could have sworn she saw her green face in his eyes, and not her normal one. Though maybe the spell didn't work externally on his eyes, just in his mind. She wasn't sure, she'd have to ask later.

"Hold on tight! I'll try to switch us to auto level! Timmy, put us on manual override!" Sky exclaimed, warning beeps in the background.

"Sky, this griffin isn't letting up!" Brandon shouted, as Stella clung to him as another jostle from the bird occurred.

Sky ignored him, "Timmy, open the hyper valves, we need more power!"

"It's not working!"

"I can't believe the bird is overpowering our engine," Sky thought aloud.

"Girls our turn, lets go get those griffins!" Bloom announced.

"I'm afraid I won't be of much help now," Stella said, remorsefully, putting her green, webbed hands to her face.

"Don't worry, Stel," Brandon said, putting his hands over hers, rubbing his fingers over the backs of her hands, "It'll all be okay."

"Magic Winx!"

The Winx flew out, soon after.

Stella wasn't entirely sure what had happened out there, but the griffin had let go, but other than that wasn't affected, as far as she could tell through the cracked front windows. The three griffins then seemed to fly past the ship, presumably to her friends, where Sky and Timmy then took the opportunity, to fly at a much higher speed.

"The girls did it!" Timmy exclaimed, "They're retreating."

Brandon's hand left hers, so he could facepalm, "You spoke to soon!"

Before she could ask what he was on about, Sky shouted, "Frontal attack!"

One griffin had the ship in its talons again, and slammed it against one of the ravine walls, before the ship was released again.

"See, told you we made it," Brandon smiled.

A slam on the top of the ship interrupted their joy, "What's going on now?"

"We've lost control!"

"We're being attacked by something bigger!" Sky exclaimed.

"If we don't slow down, the ship is going to blow!" Timmy panicked.

"I'm trying to release the coolage, but it's deactivated," Sky said.

Stella stood up, "My friends need me and I can't even transform."

Brandon joined her, "Everything's going to be okay, we'll get out of this, you'll see."

He then bent down to hold her by the waist, she leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck. They stayed like this until the griffin holding the ship roared.

Brandon walked away going to Timmy, "Uh oh, what was that?"

"An ultra sonic energy surge, I think."

"The work of Musa no doubt then," Stella laughed, gleefully.

"Let's hope it works then," Brandon said, the ship was shaking, "What are they doing?"

"Should I try an evasive manoeuvre?"

"Hold out another minute," Sky suggested.

With one last blast of visible magic, the griffins disappeared, and the girls returned.

"Be sure to stay low, between the cliffs, Timmy."

Brandon stood next to Timmy's seat, "Like those griffins would be brave enough," he laughed.

"But it could be dangerous, it's not even mapped territory!" Timmy explained.

"I thought you were the best pilots at Red Fountain," Tecna giggled.

"Well alright, let's do it," He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hold on, it's gonna rock," Sky advised.

But before Stella could take a firm grip on anything, the first rock happened, slamming her over to the door. She tried to get up, but as she did she pushed the open button, one more rock caused her to fall out the door screaming.

As she was falling she heard the faint shout, "Stella no! STELLA!"

She continued falling down, before managing to land on a rock edge. She clung dearly on, hoping they'd find her. She couldn't hold anymore, not for long she was getting cold and she felt weaker than ever in her body.

She felt herself slipping, her legs dangling.

"Hang on, Stella, I'm coming," She heard Brandon call.

She looked for him, seeing the ship fly down next to her.

"Give me your hand," He said, reaching for her.

"I can't, Brandon," She wailed.

"You can, just jump. I will not let anything happen to you, I'll catch you," He said.

"But you can't," She wailed.

"I promise, I will catch you." And he said it with such sincerity she couldn't help but believe him.

"Promise?"

"I do. Come on, Stella, we're running out of time. Now jump."

So she did.

She felt herself falling, when a big hand caught hers.

"Got ya," he said, pulling her up and back onto the ship.

She let out a sigh of relief, and she heard Brandon do the same, as he clung onto her. Feeling her all around, as to make sure she was safe, she gave him a quick squeeze and a smile, before her friends surrounded her giving her a hug altogether. She saw Brandon collapse on the floor and couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Wow Brandon, that was amazing," She heard Timmy say.

To which Brandon replied, with a thumbs up.

"Now, unless there are any objections, I say we get the hell away from here and never come back," Sky said, before speeding the ship.

"You do have to admit, we make a great team," She overheard Sky say to Bloom.

"Yeah, too bad they don't have high speed rescue ops at the Magix games," Bloom laughed.

"Our search is over, look!" Musa proclaimed.

"The entrance!" Stella gasped, it was beautiful, she hoped the Mirror of Truth would see her as honourable enough to gain her old looks back, she couldn't live like this forever. She now had Brandon's cape on, alongside his tracksuit set she'd already had on, he'd claimed he was worried she'd get too cold.

They entered as a group.

"Remind me what we're looking for again?" Brandon asked.

"The Mirror of Truth, Concorda said we'll know it when we see it," Flora replied.

"I really hope it will work," Stella said, looking down at her reflection.

"Remember what Concorda said?" Bloom asked.

Musa replied, "The Ice Spirits are the keepers of it, we should trust their judgement."

"In a few steps, the tunnels will widen out, we'll be there soon, Stella," Tecna said, looking at her built in map that came with her fairy form.

They arrived, it was beautiful. The ice sparkled and shone, though there was no light source visible. There were pillars all around, circling the widened tunnel, which then led to open plain land of ice. The pillars were smooth, and all seemed to have a beard, they glowed particularly brighter, perhaps they were the source of light that caused the caves to glisten so much.

"It's amazing alright, but where are we?" Stella couldn't help but ask.

"You are in front of us, you were looking for us, why?" The pillars spoke, one voice, like a gravelly old man.

"Sorry to bother you, but are you the ice spirits?" Bloom asked, giggling nervously.

Flora took a step back, gawking at the spirits in front of them.

The spirits replied, "We are the ones that wait for eternity, speak."

"We need your help, please!" Bloom exclaimed.

"You overcame great challenges, the frozen winds of the barrier and the talons of the great griffins. Your motivation must be strong."

Stella walked forwards.

"Dark magic, an evil spell."

"Can you help me break it? Please?" Stella asked, voice coming out in a broken whisper.

"You need the Mirror of Truth, you will find it as soon as you find yourself, touch its heart and it will help."

"What does that mean? The mirror has a heart? Please? Tell me more? Please?" Stella couldn't help but beg.

"Stella! Wait! Where are you going?" She heard him call after her, as she walked off.

Bloom stopped him, "Brando, you should wait here, with the other guys."

"Yes, don't worry we'll take good care of her!" Flora added.

They all came to her offering another a hug, which she gladly took.

"Let's go find that mirror!" Tecna exclaimed.

They walked as a group, until Stella found a separate turn which she took. She saw it was a dead end, with reflective ice showing her, she recoiled at what she saw, hiding her face with Brandon's cape. Before she repeated the Ice Spirits words, "You will find it when you find yourself." She flicked the cape revealing her face, before tenderly touching her reflection. She flinched when it opened, but she went through.

She walked further in, hearing her friends echoes, "Stella! Where are you?"

She was sure she heard Brandon say, "I'll go this way, you can go that way," but she discounted that thought, thinking it was probably her imagination.

"I want to be myself again this isn't me!" She said.

"Stella! Maybe you sh-" Brandon started.

"The Mirror? I bet that's what the spirits were talking about?" She exclaimed, it looked like a frozen over pond, but it glowed like the spirits had, but with a yellow shine instead.

"Stella, just wait," He tried to get out.

"No you don't understand, I need this," She almost sobbed.

He stayed silent and followed her as she crouched down.

"Please, Mirror of Truth, break this spell," She tried, "Please! Oh, please!" She tried again, wiping her tears. "What did I do wrong?"

"Stella," He said, joining her on his knees.

"No don't look at me please," She begged, knowing he wouldn't understand.

"Why not?"

She breathed out heavily, "You think I'm pretty because of her spell."

"Maybe now isn't the best time to say, but I can see what you look like."

"Bu-Bu-But how?" She asked, refusing to look at him.

"I don't know, the spell never worked," He explained.

She finally turned to look at him, "You didn't run away from me?"

"Why would I run away from a beautiful person with a great big heart and a wonderful soul," He said, smiling and caressing her cheek, before turning to look at her friends that recently arrived, "Now girls, why don't you tell her what you see?"

Tecna started, "An awesome person, never afraid to speak her mind."

Flora continued, "Who is cheerful, light-hearted and fun."

Musa continued, "A crazy fairy, who never fails to make me laugh."

Bloom finished, "A loyal, warm and loving friend."

She turned away and looked at herself, "I only thought people saw me as pretty," A tear fell from her eye, making contact with the mirror. It cracked, but she ignored it, instead turning to Brandon.

"I loved you then and I love you now, maybe even more Stella," Brandon said, pulling out a box from a pocket, "Here, your birthday present, it's been in my family generations and I want you to have it, I tried to give it before but well you were distracted and then everything happened."

She opened it, before jumping to give him a hug on his lap, "Oh, Brandon! It's perfect! It's the most beautiful present I've ever been given."

She saw the mirror glowing again, before it once again frozen and she saw herself. She was glowing, she stood up and noticed everyone cover their eyes.

"I'm me again! And I have my dress on!" Stella exclaimed, beaming to everone.

The spirits spoke their congratulations.

She took one final look at herself. Yes she was pretty, beautiful even, but that wasn't the best part about herself, she was a good person and had beautiful friends.

#winx stella #winx club #brella #but not quite the main focus #but it's still very present #not me adding in a section to right about how tall brandon is #omg so long #also as promised anon #<3 #moonstream's stuff :)#omg sorry i forgot to put a keep reading thing sorry if you had to scroll the whole way through

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bluebeary-jay · 1 year

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Let me (put my lips to somethin')

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: 5 times you wanted to kiss Joel, and 1 time it actually happened (or: your relationship with Joel over the years)

Tags: 5+1 babeyyy, VERY self-indulged (i just want this man to call me his babygirl 😫), FLUFF, tooth-rotting fluff even, a bit of angst, age gap, PINING, i could write several fics out of this but no we're doing 5+1! also reader has she/her pronouns (i tried not to but at some point it was getting difficult not to use any :( sorry guys)

Warnings: descriptions of violence and wounds, cursing, getting drunk, David (which is a warning in itself), allusions to SA (but nothing happens)

Word count: ~9.4K (jesus i really got carried away im not doing that again for at least some time)

A/N: i am baack!! i finally had time to finish this monster and i guess it's ready to post <3 i absolutely ADORE 5+1 fics and always wanted to write one on my own. so here it is!! hope you enjoy because i loved writing it

1. boston qz

You bit your forearm harder, trying to hold back the tears of pain. The man kneeling in front of you glanced up.

“Bite the sleeve of your jacket. Otherwise they’re gonna think you’re infected and shoot you on sight.”

You didn’t answer but nodded, knowing that he was right. Holding your breath for a moment, you took a handful of the material and bit down on it, shutting your eyes tightly. The excruciating pain in your leg was hard enough to endure, but for the first place with it competed an absolutely unbearable look of poorly concealed pity (which you initially took for irritation) on the face of Tess’ friend.

It was through her that you met Joel. At the beginning he wasn’t very keen about letting you work with them but slowly warmed up to your presence – at least as much as a man like Joel could. Most of the time he was grumbling and, in all fairness, looking slightly angry but you’ve soon understood that he’s actually a pretty good guy. Caring. Funny, if he lets you see this side of him. Also really fucking handsome, but that was beside the point.

The job was supposed to be an easy one – just meet with a couple of Zeke’s people, pick up the smuggled items and exchange them for some meds and ammunition. However, none of you expected some random rogue group to ambush you on your way back and attempt to steal the cargo.

Tess has managed to get away just before soldiers showed up, alerted by the sound of gunfire way past the curfew. Before they could spot any of you, Joel quickly pulled you into one of the nearby buildings after one of the strangers slashed your thigh, leaving you unable to run.

So now here you were. Bleeding from your leg and making a pathetic crybaby out of yourself before the very eyes of the man you respected and lowkey had a small crush on.

Speaking of whom, Joel gave you a look of sympathy before squeezing the stapler handle again, ejecting another staple into your skin. You tensed and a broken cry escaped your lips, your breathing rapid.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, putting his other hand on your knee and rubbing slightly. “Just two more and you’ll be good to go.”

You breathed out a humorless laugh and wiped your face, sniffling.

“Just get on with it. This is way more embarrassing than it should be.” In the corner of your eye you saw him look up. He didn’t move the hand in which he held the staple gun yet, so you took this moment to steady your breath and slumped against the wall. “You probably think it’s pretty pathetic, but in my defense I never had such a gash closed with staples like that.”

“M’not thinkin’ that,” he retorted and you blew a raspberry.

“Sure. Tess told me about some of your forays, you know? You could probably get run over by a damn tank and walk it off like it’s nothing.”

Joel was silent for some time. You wiped your cheeks and motioned for him to eject the last staples at the edge of the deep cut in your thigh. He mumbled to you to get ready and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the pain.

It hurt like hell and you couldn’t help the tears flowing from your eyes, but soon enough it was over.

The sound of shouting from outside drew your attention from the pain in your leg for a couple of seconds. You tensed up, listening intently if the soldiers weren’t busting in the building you were in, but the noises soon went past you.

“Y’know, if my brother was here, he’d have told you about the first time I had a wound stitched outside of the controlled conditions,” Joel spoke up unexpectedly, unpacking his backpack in search of clean bandages. “I nearly bit off my thumb when he was tryin’ to sew my foot back together.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his confession and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye with a slight smirk.

“Is that true?”

Joel huffed with fake indignation and lifted his left hand to your eyes, twisting it so that the dim light from outside illuminated the side of it. Above and below the small bone at the base of his thumb appeared very light and irregular lines. You looked at his face with an unbelieving smile.

“When was that?”

“Ah… Just before the outbreak, I’d say.”

“And what happened to your foot?”

“Construction work. I don’t remember exactly what that was.”

“But how hard did you have to chomp down on your thumb for it to be still visible?” you asked, laughing, to which he chuckled and shrugged.

“Hey, don’t judge. If it was Tommy who was fixin’ your leg, you’d probably end up without a couple of fingers too, just for good measure.”

He found the bandage and motioned for you to straighten your leg at the knee. You watched him carefully as he looked over your bare thigh and the (not very pretty to look at) sutured wound. The leg of your pants was cut and tossed away earlier so that Joel could stitch you up freely.

“So you have a brother. Is he really that bad at treating wounds?” you asked to distract yourself from the awkwardness of the whole situation, though Joel seemed surprisingly calm.

“He got better with time,” your colleague answered and then looked up at you. “But I didn’t tell you this to bitch about Tommy’s skills.”

“Oh?” you nudged him with your other leg. “So what moral should I draw from this story?”

You clearly saw him suppressing a smile when he shook his head lightly.

“Don’t feel bad that it hurts,” he murmured and the snicker disappeared from your lips. “I’ve seen looks like the one on your face plenty before. It’s a fuckin’ big gash, I’d be worried if you didn’t show any signs of pain.”

You couldn’t come up with any snarky remarks and just blinked when Joel sent you a quick, if not a bit self-conscious, smile, like he wasn’t used to reassuring someone else.

“The fact that you let your tears flow doesn’t make you any weaker,” he said even quieter than before. You still weren’t answering and he cleared his throat, apparently growing uncomfortable with your silence, then grabbed the bottle of alcohol. “I’m gonna pour some of that shit over your wound again. It’ll sting a bit.”

You observed without a word how he cleansed the gash and started to wind the bandage around your thigh.

Weirdly enough, you also noticed that you couldn’t stop glancing at his lips.

*****

2. bill and frank’s

“No. I said no, come back here!”

Giggles erupted from you as Joel tried (and failed) to grab you when you jumped over the couch. He sighed deeply as you made eye contact with him and, with a provocative smile, drank up the rest of the bottle before putting it down on the nearby table. The man looked so disappointed and done with you, it only made you laugh louder in your drunken state.

You two were staying for a couple of days at Bill and Frank’s heavenly place, which you looked forward to for weeks now. Originally Tess was supposed to go with you but there was a last-minute change of plans, and you made the journey alone with Joel. Not counting a few infected you stumbled upon on your way here, your venture was quite nice and after a delightful dinner with your hosts, you sneaked into Joel’s room with the bottle of wine Frank gave you and the stuff you smuggled yourself.

Joel didn’t seem to be having as much fun as you, though.

“I’m never drinkin’ with you again,” he muttered, sitting heavily on the couch with a grunt. You faked a pout, leaning over his head upside down and almost losing your balance.

“You’re grouchy because the stuff you brought tasted like shit.”

“And yet you drank most of it.”

“I didn’t,” you slurred, waltzing round the couch and grinning. “I’m feelin’ great.”

“Be careful or you’ll pick up my accent you so like pokin’ fun of.”

You snorted and flopped on the seat next to him. “Mhm, m’feelin’ fine and dandy,” you grumbled in the deepest voice you could make, ridiculously imitating his Texas drawl. “Yee-haw.”

“You’re the fuckin’ worst,” sighed Joel with exasperation but you could see a crooked smile tugging on his lips. You beamed and plopped down, laying your head on his lap. He peeked at you with his brows raised. “What are you doin’ now, you little devil?”

“Just resting,” you answered. The lamp behind Joel was blinding you with its light, so you covered your eyes with your hand to shield them. “Is that uncomfy for you? Do you want me to get up?”

“Nah. You can stay for a minute.”

As if wanting to make sure you won’t try to stand up, he laid his hand on your hair, brushing some of it to the back. You hummed and shivered when he gently scratched one specific spot on your scalp, and instinctively tilted your head, chasing his touch.

Joel snorted.

“You look like a goddamn cat.”

“Shut up,” you murmured in response, a small smile adoring your face. “It feels nice.”

You opened your eyes and once again shielded them from the lamp. Joel moved his head slightly to the side to block out the bothersome stimulus, causing you to giggle again.

“It looks like you have a halo ’round your head.” You lifted your arm and made a circle, brushing the side of his face when your hand plopped back down limply on your stomach. The older man huffed a smile, looking away to glance around the room.

“I’ll be really surprised if you remember anythin’ of what you’re sayin’ tomorrow.”

“Gimme a break,” you grumbled with a smile, not taking your eyes off him. Your hand raised itself to his face again, as if on its own accord, and brushed lightly the corner of his mouth and the stubble on his cheek. “It looks pretty.”

His brown irises flickered to you before he averted his gaze. With a hum you withdrew your hand and closed your eyes, your mind getting woozy from alcohol and tiredness.

Joel’s fingers were still running through your hair gently and you really hoped you’d remember it in the morning.

*****

3. road, somewhere in missouri

You had no idea how long you had been driving.

Ellie was asleep in the back seat and Joel was getting some well-deserved shut-eye after you volunteered to sit behind the wheel several hours ago. The clock on the dashboard was showing 4:07 and you planned on driving until the sun started to rise, then switching places with Joel.

That is, if you manage to stay awake.

You tried to drink some of the coffee Joel prepared beforehand to wake yourself up but it tasted horrible, leaving a too bitter taste on your tongue. Once you catched yourself closing your eyes for a second longer than intended and the car started to veer off course before you corrected it.

Yes, you were aware driving in this kind of state was extremely stupid, but you knew Joel was anxious to find his brother and drop Ellie off with the Fireflies as soon as possible. And you knew that if you wake him up he’ll insist on driving for the rest of the way himself, ignoring his own needs and exhaustion.

You risked a look to the side at his sleeping form. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his head propped against the headrest. Honestly, it looked like the man was just pretending to nap – his body seemed uptight, as if he was ready to spring into action at any second.

And he looked beautiful with his face bathed in the gray light of early morning. Like a painting you’d gladly admire for hours.

You sighed and cracked your neck, focusing on the road ahead of you. Several more hours to go. There was a gas tank in the back of the car, so you didn’t have to worry about that, and if you remembered correctly the map you and Joel studied earlier, you should get close to some bigger city in the late afternoon. Joel wanted to take the side roads and you agreed, but your supplies… Did you have enough of them? And what was the name of that city again…?

A hand grabbed the wheel and gently straightened the course when without you noticing the car started to veer too much to the left again.

You emerged from your reverie immediately and looked to the right at Joel who was now wide awake.

“You alright?” he asked with concern, and his voice had this enticing, raspy drawl to it that told you he really dozed off for a while.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quickly but quietly, not wanting to wake Ellie up. “I’m fine, promise.”

He eyed the tiredness on your face and the tight grip you had on the wheel.

“If you need to get some rest–”

“No, no, no. I can go on. Sorry you had to wake up.”

Joel grunted and stretched in the small space in the front seat and you tried really hard not to stare at how he craned his neck or at the way his muscles tensed, or at the strip of his skin revealed when his shirt rolled up…

“Pull over.”

You snapped out of your thoughts. “No. I told you I’m fine.”

“C’mon, darlin’, don’t make me wrestle with you in a movin’ vehicle.”

Either he had a clue about what this nickname was doing to you, or he was still half-asleep and it simply slipped out; but whether it was intentional or not, you couldn’t dream of opposing him now and with a defeated sigh (and burning neck) you pulled over, slowly bringing the car to a halt. You glanced backwards, but miraculously Ellie hadn’t woken up yet.

Joel looked you over with concern and you shut your eyes, laying your forehead on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. “But I really can keep going, at least until the sun goes up.”

“We’re switchin’,” he just said, unfastening his seatbelt.

“Joel, no!” you hissed, but he ignored you and went around the hood of the car, stopping at your side and opening the door for you. “I’m not moving. You need to get some fucking rest.”

“I already did. Now scoot over.”

“No, I told you–”

“What’s going on? Are we there yet?”

Both of you looked back to see Ellie sitting up and rubbing her eyes. In a split second she went from half-awake to alert, and she eyed you and Joel suspiciously. “What’s going on?” she asked again.

“We’re switchin’ places,” Joel spoke up before you had a chance to answer the girl. “Our current driver is pretty tired.”

“I’m not!” you protested, glaring at him.

“You almost drove the car into a ditch.”

“Woah.” Ellie lifted her hands and puffed her cheeks in a nervous manner. “Just this time, I second Joel. I really don’t want to end up in a ditch, thank you very much.”

“You see?” Joel looked at you expectedly. “Outvoted.”

You squinted in the rearview mirror at the teen. “Traitor.”

Ellie just shrugged. With a heavy sigh you unfastened yourself and exited the car, but before you could go around it and take Joel’s previous place, he stuck his arm out, stopping you.

“Actually, Ellie, do you want to ride shotgun now?” he asked and nodded in your direction. “It’d do her good to lie down for a bit.”

“No,” you said firmly at the same time when Ellie agreed with an enthusiastic “hell yeah!”. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the pair. “You guys are in cahoots.”

“Boo-hoo,” Ellie had a mean smile on her face. “Get in the backseat and cry about it.”

“She’s so cheeky,” you murmured to Joel, trying to hide your smile, and by the look of it he had trouble doing that, too. You sighed and lifted your hands in surrender. “Alright, you two. You won.”

“Great.” Ellie grinned, then started walking off the street. “But give me a moment, dudes, I gotta pee,” she said before marching further into the field on the side of the road.

“Don’t go too far!” shouted Joel after her.

“Don’t drive off without me!”

With that Ellie disappeared behind a small hill and you turned back to your companion, scrunching your face at him. Joel shrugged and walked past you.

“C’mon. I’ll find you a blanket.”

You huffed but didn’t argue further, knowing nothing will change his mind. He could be stubborn as a mule sometimes.

You climbed into the backseat and waited for Joel to take out the blanket you took from Bill and Frank’s house from the back of the car. He opened the door next to your head and handed it over, waiting for you to unfurl it. You expected him to go take the driver’s seat right away, but he stayed in place. Only then you noticed the folded jacket he was holding in his hands.

He didn’t react at all to your raised eyebrows and questioning look, and just casually laid his jacket under your head to serve as a pillow. The gesture was so sweet it made you melt inside, and you just couldn’t stay mad at him.

“Promise me you’ll get some sleep.”

“Only if you and Ellie aren’t too loud,” you teased, trying to settle down the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “If you start arguing about some stupid shit again, I’m taking the wheel from you by force.”

He smirked and squatted next to your seat, looking down at you with an amused expression.

“I’d like to see you try.”

You had to be really fucking tired, because for a split second you thought that Joel has just flirted with you. You hid your face in his jacket to partially conceal your smile, but it only made your face hotter because the material smelled of him so much.

“I could. You’re lucky I’m deciding to show mercy.”

“How gracious of you. I’m honored.

“But we’re swapping places when I wake up,” you added, looking at him as sternly as you could. He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile when a yawn escaped you immediately after. “I’m serious, Joel.”

“Sure, darlin’.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead before standing up. “Now sleep.”

You could only stare into space as he carefully closed the door next to your head and walked around the vehicle with heavy steps. The spot on your head where his lips touched your skin was tingling and you inhaled deeply to calm yourself down before he entered the truck again and fastened the seatbelt.

Joel put some cassette into the tape deck and turned the volume down even before the song started to play.

You closed your eyes and wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, hiding the lower part of the face – and a blush spreading on your cheeks – under the cover.

*****

4. jackson

You looked out the window at the children pulling their sleds behind them and smiled at how happy and carefree they looked. Down the road you could just barely see the big Christmas tree in the square and for a moment it felt like the apocalypse had never happened.

“They’re pretty lucky to be growing up here,” you said quietly. Joel was closing and opening cabinets behind you, clearly looking for something.

“Not sure about it. But I guess it beats growin’ up in any of the QZ’s or Fedra’s barracks.”

After Joel’s sudden change of heart and Ellie’s confident decision that she’d rather travel with you both instead of Tommy, the younger Miller convinced his brother to stay one more day in Jackson. It was honestly a good idea because you doubted any of you three got any rest the previous night. You certainly didn’t, tossing and turning the entire time from worry.

Joel chuckled and the sound pulled you out of your thoughts.

“What did you find?” you asked. He was kneeling in front of one of the cabinets, holding a small box.

“Old cassettes. You want to listen to some music?”

“Sure.” You stood up with a smile. “It’ll be pretty atmospheric.”

Joel gave you a dirty look.

“I’m not putting on Christmas carols.”

“I don’t want to listen to Christmas carols. Find something good.”

He sighed and took out a carton box from the cabinet, and then started to rummage through it. “Alright, so what do you want?”

“You can choose. Pick something you think I’d like.” A thought struck you and you glanced around the living room, furrowing your brows. “Is there even any tape player in here or something like that?”

“Upstairs,” Joel mumbled absent-mindedly. “In Ellie’s room. We can go see if it works.”

Ellie was out exploring Jackson and you doubted she’ll be back very soon. You knelt down next to Joel, looking at him with a grin as he inspected the box, pulling out and reading some of the cassettes before putting them back down. You rested your chin on your hands.

“Just get anything,” you ushered after some time, to which he chuckled.

“You said to pick somethin’ you’d like. Gimme some time.”

“Do you think I’m that picky?”

“Of course you are.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t have to wait much longer before Joel stood up with a grunt and held out his hand to you. In the other one he held a white cassette.

“C’mon. I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love this one.”

You took his hand with excitement and let yourself be pulled to your feet. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to listen to some music – well, maybe not as long, but you missed it regardless – that you felt a bubbly joy at the thought of hearing something new.

And more than that, something that Joel has picked specifically for you. Doesn’t matter that you had to ask him.

You went upstairs to the room that was currently Ellie’s bedroom and Joel bent down, inserting the cassette into the tape player. He looked over his shoulder at you with a small smile and you beamed right back.

A loud, scratchy sound rang out.

You winced and Joel furrowed his brows. He took the cassette out, checked the empty slot and the cassette itself, and then made sure the power was on.

The first notes started to play, but they sounded distorted, like a scratched record. Joel cursed and tried again, but there must’ve been something wrong with the device, because no matter what he did, the music didn’t play right.

He tried again and again, and finally you decided to put a stop to it. You placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Leave it, Joel. It’s okay.”

“Just my fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, not turning around. “Of course Tommy gave us a place without a working cassette player.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated. You wanted to say something like ’the song probably isn’t even worth fussing over’, but the words got stuck in your throat. He picked it for you to listen to, of course it was worth it. “Maybe I just wasn’t meant to hear it.”

The man worried his lip and you quickly averted your gaze. He straightened up and put his hands on his hips, sighing.

“Nonsense,” he answered, looking intently at the device like he wanted to get it to work by sheer willpower. “You wanted to hear it.”

“Well, I did.” You got embarrassed for whatever reason, not knowing what to say. “But there’s not really anything we can do about that. It’s no big deal.”

Joel’s jaw twitched and he turned to look at you thoughtfully. You offered him a lopsided smile, but he didn’t move a muscle and you could almost imagine small gears turning in his head when he had this expression on his face.

“You okay?” you asked with a stifled laugh.

“I… have an idea,” he said slowly, almost hesitantly. Then he focused his eyes on you again. “Just… trust me for a moment.”

Your gaze softened and you took a step closer to him.

“Joel, of course I trust you. I trust you with my life.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed but his brown irises haven’t left yours for even a second.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?” you asked with a crooked smile, but he just shook his head.

“C’mon, close your eyes. And promise you won’t laugh.”

Confusion washed over you but you closed your eyes as requested. You heard Joel sighing and then he took your hand in his calloused and rough one, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your neck got way too hot but you tried not to tense or flinch in fear of making him back out.

“Promise you won’t laugh,” he repeated and you just now realized you haven’t answered him. He put his hand on your waist, very, very lightly, and your other hand was raised to shoulder height, cradled in his warm one.

“I swear I won’t,” you whispered, your heart beating so damn loud you were scared he was going to hear it with how close you two were.

Joel exhaled heavily and you felt his breath on your hair.

And then he started to hum quietly and sway you gently from side to side. You desperately tried to remain calm, but how were you supposed to do that when your body felt so hot and he was so close–

“I reached inside myself and found nothin’ there… to ease the pressure… of my ever-worrying mind, hmm…”

Joel’s voice was deep and harsh right in front of you, and it sounded more like he was purring than singing. You suspected he slowed down the pace of the song significantly to match his movements and your heart swelled with warmth and adoration. The smile on your face widened and you took a step to the left, then to the right, gradually engaging in your dance more and more. You wanted to make it less uncomfortable and awkward for him and it seemed to have worked a bit because the next lines were much more confident, and his voice steadier.

“All my power wasted ’way, fear the crazed and lonely looks the mirror’s sendin’ me these days, hmm…”

His hold on you tightened slightly and you held his hand a little more securely, unable to hold back a goofy smile on your face.

“Touch me… how can it be? Believe me… the sun always shines on TV.”

You were falling for him all over again and it was not fair that he made you promise to keep your eyes closed. Though if he didn’t, you’d probably end up doing something dumb.

Like kissing him.

Fuck, you wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Hold me… close to your heart. Touch me… Give all your love to me. To me…”

Did he just pull you closer or was it you that took a step forward? It was hard to tell without seeing where you step, but you suddenly were very aware of the material of his shirt under your chin and the smell of shampoo he used to wash his hair, the pressure of his hand on your lower back and his quiet, drawling voice right next to your ear.

You were positive you’re about to pass out.

And it felt blissful.

Joel kept humming the chorus of the song, his voice getting softer and lower with each word. You relished in the warmth of his embrace, begging any higher power that he won’t let go of you immediately once he stops singing.

He didn’t.

Instead you two kind of naturally came to a stop but neither of you moved, still standing chest to chest and breathing a bit shakily. Your palm – or maybe it was his – was sweaty, but you ignored the unpleasant feeling, wanting to stay like this as long as possible.

“The original is much more lively,” Joel spoke in a soft whisper after some time and you smiled lightly.

“Well, I really liked your version,” you answered just as quietly, not wanting to disturb the intimate atmosphere in the room. “Joel?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

A moment of silence.

“Yeah.”

You did so, but didn’t move your head, still keeping it on his shoulder and breathing in his scent. “Thank you for that,” you whispered and you felt him nodding.

“Anytime.”

His fingers crept a bit higher up your spine, but still his touch was so light and unsure.

You realized with a flicker of hope that he wasn’t pushing you away. He was pulling you closer.

Careful not to move too abruptly, you lifted your head and turned it to look him in the eyes. They were already on you, so very close, warm and hesitant, but also not showing any signs of discomfort or regret.

“Joel?” you asked again and you were so close to each other, it came out less as a question and more like a quiet breath. He heard it, though.

“Yeah?”

“Can I–”

Suddenly the door downstairs slammed extremely loudly and you both jumped when the noise broke the heavy silence.

“Hello! Is anybody here?!”

Ellie came back.

Both of you automatically took a step backwards, letting go of each other. Your face was scorching hot and you couldn’t force yourself to look at Joel. With a deep (hopefully unnoticed by the man standing right in front of you) breath, you quickly tried to get a grip on yourself when you heard Ellie running up the stairs.

“I was calling you, guys!” she panted and looked from you to the older man. “What’s up?”

“We…” Joel cleared his throat. “Tried to put some music on. The darn thing isn’t workin’, though.”

“Ugh, that’s a bummer.” Ellie turned to you and tilted her head. “Were you out, too? Your face is all red and shit.”

Even if it wasn’t before, it certainly was now. All attention shifted to you in a second and it made you want to cry.

“Yes,” you uttered quickly, “and… I’m actually going out again. I wanted to ask Maria something.”

You didn’t wait for any of them to stop or question you further – you all but ran down the stairs and bolted outside without even taking a jacket or a hat.

Fuck…

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

*****

5. basement, somewhere in colorado

He was dying.

Joel was dying and there was nothing you could do to help him.

You tried your hardest, though, to take care of both him and Ellie. You went out hunting so she wouldn’t have to starve, you encouraged her to get as much rest as possible while you watched over the unconscious man during the night, and not once did you show any doubt that Joel will get better.

But you had a feeling she knew why you were so reluctant to stay behind while the girl took her turn looking for food. The truth was, you were starting to crack if you sat for too long at Joel’s side, letting the intrusive thoughts take root in your mind. You needed those moments outside, because they were the only ones when you let your tears flow.

So when it was only you and him in the basement, you spent this time brushing the hair out of his face and coaxing him to drink. You checked his wound every so often, trying to keep it as clean as possible. You held his hand, humming to him that one song he sang for you in Jackson, though you didn’t know the words.

It was painful, to just sit in place and be unable to do anything to help, but you tried not to break down. Not when both of them counted on you.

So you stayed strong, hoping it’ll all turn out alright.

But luck still wasn’t on your side.

The men Ellie encountered the day before were here now, looking for you and Joel, and hungry for blood. She told you all about her interaction with them and since yesterday you were ready for a fight in case they showed up, but somehow it still surprised you and made your heart hammer in your chest in fear.

There wasn’t anywhere you could run to, and Joel wasn’t even able to keep his eyes open, let alone walk. You didn’t really have any other options.

So there was only one thing you could do, and that was to protect those closest to you.

You quickly took your backpack and passed Ellie your gun, closing her fingers around the cold metal.

“I’ll barricade the door, but if anyone comes in here, you blast their skull open, you hear me?” you whispered urgently and the girl nodded. You took Joel’s rifle from the floor and hung it over your shoulder. “I’ll try to take them out and lead them away. I’ll be back.”

“You better come back,” Ellie muttered and you looked at her softly, nodding. Then your gaze involuntarily shifted to Joel.

You didn’t know how many people were outside – if there were three or four of them, you should be able to shoot most of them before they notice you. If you don’t miss, that is.

But if there were more…

Choking back a nervous sob, you knelt next to the mattress and took Joel’s head in your hands. His eyes were only half-open and his forehead covered in sweat. Your heart clenched painfully at how weak he looked.

Acting on impulse, you leaned down and softly kissed the place above the corner of his mouth.

“Wake up,” you said to him firmly, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs. “Please, Joel. Ellie and I need you.”

You knew you had to go. You had to go now and make sure those fuckers outside don’t find Ellie and him.

But you stayed just for a second longer to press your forehead to his.

“I love you,” you whispered, so quietly you barely heard yourself.

And then you pulled away and ran upstairs.

From then on it was all a blur. You managed to kill one of the men with a clean shot between his eyes, but the other one ducked out of the way when he noticed you. Turned out there were six of them – too many – and what’s worse, one of them came up behind you, forcing you to flee sooner than you’d planned.

It would probably be wiser to take the horse but you didn’t want to endanger the poor creature, so you ran on foot.

You didn’t get far. One of the men managed to shoot you in the leg, making you keel over onto the frozen ground with a scream of pain. You turned around and saw him lifting his gun again before another voice yelled that he wanted you alive.

No. No, no, you weren’t about to let them take you.

You crawled towards where your rifle lay in the snow but just before you could reach it, it was kicked away by a heavy boot which then dealt a severe blow to your stomach. You doubled over, wheezing and coughing for air. By the time you managed to somehow catch your breath, someone pressed their foot on the gunshot wound in your calf, forcing a scream of agony out of you.

“Now, stay calm. I don’t want to shoot you.”

You clutched at your leg, glaring up at the ginger man who you suspected was the same David Ellie has encountered.

The man grinned nastily at the state you were in, and you didn’t like his expression one bit. He must’ve noticed that you were ready to lunge at him at any moment because he swiftly lifted his gun to your head. You froze.

“Where is your friend and the girl?” he asked quietly. You sneered at him, baring your teeth.

“Fuck you. I ain’t telling you shit.”

“David, she killed Paul,” spat another, younger one, looking down at you with hatred. “If that bastard has already died, let’s at least kill his bitch.”

You tried to think of a way to get out of this situation, but both of the men had their guns pointed at you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to move quickly enough with the gunshot wound.

You tried to move slightly but David pressed his foot harder on your leg, causing more blood to flow from your wound and you cried out, the pain clouding your vision.

“Don’t try anything, sweetheart,” he murmured in a warning tone. “You might bleed out.”

Your eyes were full of hate and rage but you didn’t dare to move again just yet.

“Where are they?” David asked again and you huffed a humorless chuckle while trying not to show how much pain you were in.

“You know that it was me who killed that idiot?” you asked in the most mocking tone you could muster, in the meantime desperately thinking how the fuck you were going to get out of here, preferably alive. “And your friend over there.” You nodded in the direction of where the body of the man you shot was lying. “Which one of you stood next to him? Was it you?” you asked the younger man who shot you in the leg. “I hope I hadn’t splattered you too much with the remnants of his brain.”

“You little bitch,” the other man sneered, lifting his gun again despite David’s stern order to back off. “I’d love to see the face of your friend when I blast your–”

“Leave her alone, you fuckers!!”

All of you turned your heads and your stomach churned when you saw Ellie on the horse you borrowed from Tommy. More shots rang out in the air when she blindly fired at the two men standing above you, and then the rest of the strangers who emerged from between the trees.

“Alive!!” David yelled after his men when they started chasing Ellie who grabbed the reins and cantered in the opposite direction. Then the man turned back to you. “We will catch her. Then we will find your friend, and he’ll pay for his sins.”

You growled.

“I told you it wasn’t him who killed that man.” He shook his head and you fumed with anger. “You don’t think I’m capable of that?”

“Oh, I think you’re capable of a lot.” His stare slid down your body, from head to toe, and terror gripped your heart at the sadistic excitement in his eyes. “And I think you must really care about him if you’re ready to trade your life for his. Such loyalty is admirable, but your love is misplaced.”

The snow around you was getting more and more red and you really started to worry that the bullet might’ve hit an artery. David’s eyes shifted to your leg as well, and he hummed.

“We’ll take care of that, don’t worry. You’ll be well taken care of in our community.”

“I don’t want to be any part of your fucked up sect.”

“You will. You just need a father to lead you to the right path.” He leaned over you in such a manner that it made your blood run cold. “I’ll teach you personally.”

Suddenly a shot echoed in the air and you heard a distant neighing of a horse. Your head automatically turned in the direction of the noise and David took advantage of your moment of distraction to strike your temple with his gun, thus knocking you unconscious.

*****

+1. silver lake

Joel woke up.

And he felt like he was made out of pure adrenaline and rage.

You weren’t with Ellie when he found her staggering through the snow, the face of the teen terrified and covered in blood. He comforted her as best as he could, relief and fear fighting inside him as he held the girl in his arms.

But she didn’t know where you were held. If you were even alive.

And that was a thought that Joel couldn’t bear. He wouldn’t even allow for the possibility that you were no longer…

He vaguely remembered you stroking his cheek with slow and delicate touches, and your humming while he was laying on the mildewed mattress in the basement. Maybe it wasn’t even a memory, but a dream – it was hard to tell in his delirious state.

But he was pretty sure he wasn’t hallucinating when he felt soft, cold lips right next to his and heard your voice – he knew it was your voice, he’d recognize it anywhere – whispering the words he never let himself hope you’d say to him.

Words he would be damned if he didn’t say back to you.

And that’s why he was merciless with the men he encountered on his way to you and Ellie. His own tiredness and pain piercing his abdomen didn’t matter – nothing mattered when you two weren’t with him, when he didn’t know if you were hurt or even still breathing. The desire to help and protect his girls numbed the pain in his stomach so much that he almost forgot he could barely stand just a few hours ago.

Once he found Ellie and took her to a safe location, he went back to look for you. He didn’t want to leave the girl alone, but she seemed terrified at the prospect of going back and through the buildings, so he left her his gun, promising to be right back.

One of the bastards Joel ran across on his way back was helpful enough (after being shot in both knees and having his forearm broken) to direct him to the place where you were supposedly being held – a small building hidden behind the still burning dining room.

No one else stood in his way when he cautiously reached the structure. He went in and started checking every single room, getting more and more anxious every time he found them empty. At one point he was ready to tear the walls apart and go back to see if there was anyone left alive who could tell him where you were – but then spotted a hidden, smaller metal door, which apparently led to the basement.

It wasn’t locked and Joel didn’t hear anything on the other side so he opened it slowly, quickly walking down the stairs and scanning the room for any enemies, but there were none. Half of the room was enclosed by a chain-link fence and the entry to the cage was slightly open.

And inside sat you, with a cloth around your eyes and hands tied above your head.

His knees almost gave way under him from relief when you perked up at the sound of his footsteps. You were alive. You were–

“If you fucking try to touch me again, I’ll break more than your stupid jaw!” you yelled out of the blue, starting to struggle and kick haphazardly, though the placement of your wrists was forcing you to stay in a sitting position. “You motherfucker, don’t come any closer!”

The fear and desperation in your voice broke Joel’s heart in an instant and made him stop dead in his tracks.

“It’s me,” he hurried to say, but his voice was weak and the next words got stuck in his throat when he saw your bloodied nose, bruises on your face and neck, as well as a dirty bandage tied around your calf with a seizable crimson stain on it.

He ushered inside, opening the door to the cell wide open with a loud scraping. You started panicking even more, cursing and kicking when he crouched next to you, intending to untie your hands.

“I said don’t fucking touch me! I’ll kill you!” you screamed and Joel actually had to back away a little to avoid getting kicked in the ribs.

“It’s me!” he said louder, but it was clear you didn’t hear him. In a quick movement he reached out, yanking the blindfold off your eyes, and put his hands on both sides of your face. “It’s me. Joel.”

In the first moment his touch made you recoil and the look of fury deepened on your face while you continued to scream bloody murder. Your eyes were so wild and terrified, Joel wanted nothing more than to pull you close to his chest and never let go.

“Look at me, baby. It’s alright,” he whispered soothingly, brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones like he vaguely remembered you doing when he was unconscious. “It’s me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Your eyes slowly started to focus on his face for the first time since he took the blindfold off, and Joel felt like something was tearing his chest apart at the sight of fear and disbelief on your face.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he muttered in a strangled voice, trying not to show he was close to crying, too. “It’s me. You’re safe now.”

A broken sob issued from your throat when you took in the sight of him, your eyes lingering on his face and stomach where the wound was.

“...Joel?”

“I’m here,” he said softly, quickly cutting the ropes binding you to the indent in the wall and wincing when he saw the red and purple marks around your wrists. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay, not for you and not for him. Your body was trembling when he finally cut your hands free and without hesitation gathered you in his arms. It seemed like all the bottled up stress was pouring out of you now with the tears as you cried into his jacket and he held you tighter.

“J-Joel…”

“I know, babygirl,” he whispered into your hair, rocking you both back and forth slightly. You were clinging to him almost desperately and it pained him physically to see how scared you’ve been this whole time, but you were safe now, you were back with him and you were alive… “I know. I’m so sorry.”

You pulled away abruptly and looked over his shoulder, your face crumpling in despair when you saw no one there.

“They took Ellie, I don’t know where–”

“She’s safe,” he quickly assured you. “She got out and I found her just before comin’ here.”

You nodded with a sigh of relief, and he shifted his gaze to your calf, gently laying his hand just above the bandage.

“How’s your leg? Can you walk?”

“One of those fuckers shot me,” you murmured, not moving or attempting to stand up, which concerned Joel. “I didn’t really have a chance to see if I’ll be able to stand on my own but they sewed it up provisionally.” Your eyes flickered to his and you smiled softly, brushing your fingers over the back of his hand. “Not as well as you, though.” Then your smile disappeared and your hand grabbed his in a firm grip, like you wanted to make sure he was really here. “How are you, though? I was… Shit, I was so afraid I’d lose you.”

Joel could only stare at you, having no clue what to say.

He was not good at talking. He knew what he should do, though – he should examine your leg and make sure it was alright, he should go back to Ellie and get you two out of here, he should calm down his goddamn pounding heart so that he doesn’t pass out and cause you any more trouble.

But he couldn’t will his muscles to move. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t think about anything at all – not when you were sitting in front of him, looking at him with those tearful, gorgeous eyes of yours, holding his hand so tenderly but firmly, your touch so soothing, so familiar, and he remembered vaguely the same fingertips caressing his face.

And your voice, those words…

You said his name haltingly, but he didn’t register any of that, instead letting the overwhelming feelings of relief and fear, and – and adoration – take hold over his body, and he affectionately took your beautiful face in his hands.

Your eyes widened slightly but then these irises he dreamt about so often flickered to his lips and your own parted slightly, and that was all he needed before he leaned in and kissed you deeply.

There was a moment of hesitation on your part during which Joel began to worry that he didn’t read the situation right after all, but then you cupped his cheeks, too, and pressed yourself closer to him, letting him envelop your form in his arms with a quiet sigh.

It was better than he could have ever imagined. He could taste a hint of blood on your lips and hot, blinding rage surged through his veins at the thought of those bastards hurting you. His kiss turned harder and more desperate – he needed to make sure you were really here with him, he wanted to feel your every breath in his own lungs. You didn’t pull away, only tangling your fingers in his short hair, and the small noises you were making were driving Joel crazy with lust and relief. He felt dizzy, like he was going to faint again but he pushed through it, keeping his attention solely on you.

The second you two parted, even before you had a chance to catch your breath, the words started spilling out of his mouth fumblingly.

“Listen, I… I heard you,” he whispered, panting like he just ran a mile – and his heart certainly acted like he did. “M’pretty sure I wasn’t halucinatin’, but even if– doesn’t matter, I want… no, I need to tell you this, I…”

He exhaled nervously and shook his head, avoiding eye contact with you because he was damn sure he'd burst into flames if you looked at him like that again.

Fuck, he was really not good at this.

He cursed under his breath, missing a concerned look you gave him, and felt your hand covering his where it was still situated on your cheek. He knew that with this gesture you wanted to make it easier for him somehow, but it only caused his chest to get even warmer and tighter. “Joel, slow down–”

“I… I love you,” he finally choked out, softly brushing your cheekbones with his thumbs. And damn his old, faulty heart, he wanted to gaze into your eyes again, even if it was going to kill him, so that’s exactly what he did. “I loved you for so long, darlin’, and I got so fuckin’ scared that I won’t be able to tell you and, and it’s okay if I only imagined you saying that and you don’t feel that way, but I needed to tell you, I…”

All strength left him when he paused to draw a breath. His vision was becoming blurry and for a second he was certain he’s losing consciousness again, but it turned out they were only tears filling his eyes, blurring your form before him.

Which was even worse, somehow.

“I’m sorry.” He intended to sound reassuring and strong but it came out more like a broken whisper and he hated himself for feeling so weak and helpless when you and Ellie needed comfort and strength. He couldn’t help it though – all this time when he was looking for his girls the only things that kept him going were anger, terror and regret. Now there was relief, yes, but… he felt so very tired and old.

You turned your head slightly to plant a soft kiss on the inside of his palm, and Joel’s head snapped up. Tears were filling your eyes and he immediately scanned your body for other injuries, any signs of damage or pain, but then this gorgeous smile he so loved illuminated your face, and it put all of his anxieties at ease.

“You weren’t hallucinating,” you said quietly. “I did say that. And I love you, too, Joel.”

He couldn’t help a short, breathless and broken laugh that escaped him when he really heard you speaking those words, this time as clearly as day.

You sniffled and mirrored his smile, and in the next second Joel was kissing you again.

He knew you two had to go, had to get back to Ellie and leave this god-forsaken place, so he tried to be quick, but you – your smile, your touch, all of you – were so distracting and not eager to help him pull away in the slightest.

“I love you too, babygirl, love you so much.” He peppered your face with kisses, ignoring tears running down his cheeks and disappearing into his beard and under your hands. “So fuckin’ much… Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Because your old heart can’t handle it?” you teased and he huffed a laugh. A damn tease in every situation, he wanted to say, but before he had a chance to chide you, you pulled him in for another deep kiss. Joel decided you’re off the hook this time.

“Exactly, darlin’. Now hold onto my arm, we’re gonna see if you can stand, and then we’re goin’ back to Ellie.”

A hiss and a grunt of pain escaped you when he attempted to pull you to your feet, but you gritted your teeth and shook your head quickly when he froze, worry evident on his face. Turned out you could stand on your own and even slowly limp forward, but clearly had to push through intense pain to do so. Joel offered you his shoulder (against which his tired body protested immediately) but it made walking easier for you, so he sucked it up.

“I got you,” he whispered when he helped you up the stairs, keeping an arm around your waist for support. You whimpered every time you had to climb up a step, and Joel took hold of your hand, brushing his thumb over your skin lovingly. “That’s a good girl. Just a couple more.”

You didn’t let go of his hand even after these ‘couple more’ steps.

He kept his hand on your shoulder when you finally got reunited with Ellie and tears of relief spilled out of your eyes.

You tangled your fingers with his when the three of you were leaving this cursed, cruel place.

You all held each other when Ellie broke down and you both hugged her tightly, trying to make her feel safe again.

He hooked his little finger over yours, not wanting to drag you down when he started to lean on you, getting significantly weaker from how far he traveled and how hard he fought in the state he was in.

You grasped his hand again that night when you laid down next to him in his sleeping bag while Ellie was curled close to the two of you on Joel’s other side.

He didn’t let go when he leaned in to kiss you again, keeping his touch soft and gentle, and pulled you as close as he could, murmuring words of love and sweet promises into your hair.

Both of you knew you had a lot to talk about in the upcoming days – and probably even weeks. All three of you needed time to heal, physically as well as mentally.

But just for this moment, Joel couldn’t be happier and more relieved as it was slowly dawning on him that after this horrible, hellish nightmare, he had both of you right next to him, breathing and alive, and not chased by anyone for now. Two persons he loved in very different ways, but who were his entire world, whether he was ready to admit it or not.

As if reading his thoughts, you shifted slightly and kissed the edge of his jaw sleepily. His eyes closed, hiding the wetness in them.

He really couldn’t believe his luck.

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