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callmedaleelah · 4 months ago

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modern!sukuna ryomen x shy!reader

sometimes hurtful comments are inevitable, trying to understand that it was a light joke doesn’t make the hurts gone

warnings : dom!sukuna, sub!reader, angst to comfort, no (y/n) mentioned, writing in second person pov, english is not my first language

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The hum of the car engine filled the air, a constant, soothing sound that contrasted the swirl of nervous energy churning in your stomach. You sat quietly in the passenger seat, hands folded neatly in your lap, fingers gently twisting the fabric of your dress. Sukuna, as always, looked completely unbothered. His focus was on the road, one hand resting casually on the wheel while the other draped over the console between you.

You stole a glance at him, feeling the usual mixture of awe and intimidation that his presence brought. Everything about him was sharp—his jawline, his eyes, his mind. He commanded respect without even trying, a force of nature that made people fall in line without question. It was no wonder that people at work feared him, or at least treaded carefully around him. Sukuna was known to be tough, short-tempered, and damn near impossible to please. Yet somehow, with you, he was different. You didn’t always understand why, but you knew he liked the way you were—quiet, obedient, a perfect contrast to his dominant personality.

Today, though, was different. Today, he was taking you to meet his work colleagues for the first time. Sukuna rarely mingled outside of work, and when he did, it was with a close-knit group of men who, like him, commanded attention. You were nervous. Not because you didn’t want to meet them, but because you wanted to make a good impression. You didn’t want to be the weak link, the one who couldn’t handle the intense atmosphere that undoubtedly followed Sukuna wherever he went.

“Don’t worry about them,” he had told you earlier, his tone dismissive, as though your concerns were trivial. “Their opinions don’t matter.”

You knew he meant it, and that should’ve been enough to ease your nerves, but it didn’t. You wanted to make him proud. You always wanted to make him proud.

As the car slowed at a stoplight, Sukuna finally broke the silence. His voice was deep, low, commanding your attention. “Listen,” he began, his eyes still on the road ahead. “There’s a few people you’ll meet today.”

You turned your head slightly, eyes fixed on him, waiting for more. You’d never met any of his colleagues before—he liked to keep his personal and work life separate. Today was an exception, and that only made you more anxious.

The car came to a stop outside the restaurant. Sukuna parked, cutting the engine, and silence fell over the space once more. You immediately reached for the rearview mirror, checking your reflection. The soft makeup you’d applied earlier was still intact, but you felt the need to freshen up, your nerves spiking as the reality of meeting his colleagues hit you again.

Your eyes drifted to the red lipstick in your bag—the one Sukuna loved. It was bold, a stark contrast to your usual soft and neutral colors, but whenever you wore it, he always told you how beautiful you looked. His favorite. You applied a fresh coat, feeling a small boost of confidence as the rich color bloomed on your lips.

“I’m ready,” you said softly, turning to him with a nervous smile, hoping for his approval.

Sukuna glanced at you, but instead of the usual compliment, his expression darkened. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as they fixed on your lips. The shift in his mood was instant, the tension palpable.

“You’re not going to get out of the car with that red lipstick,” he said, his voice low and stern.

Your smile faltered, confusion flooding your mind. His tone was sharp, like a blade cutting through the air between you. “B–but why? Don’t you like it?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly under the weight of his intense gaze.

Sukuna leaned closer, his frown deepening. His thumb reached out, brushing lightly across your cheek in a gesture that should’ve been comforting, but his words held a firm edge. “I do. I really do. But that’s only for me to see. You can’t let them see you in that sexy color, with those sexy lips, woman.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. Sukuna’s possessiveness wasn’t new, but it still had the power to catch you off guard. He wasn’t asking. He was telling you, and there was no room for argument. But you didn’t understand. You had worn it for him—for his approval, for his eyes. Didn’t that matter?

“But… I wore it for you,” you said softly, your fingers trembling slightly as you fidgeted with the hem of your dress. “You said I look beautiful with this color.”

Sukuna’s small smile faded entirely, his expression growing serious. He cupped your face in his large hand, pulling you closer until your foreheads nearly touched. His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. “You heard me, babe,” Sukuna’s voice was a deep rumble, his words deliberate, “you can’t let them see you in it. And I don’t want to repeat it.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you swallowed hard, nodding in quiet submission. This was what he liked most about you—your ability to listen, to follow, to do as he said without argument. It was one of the reasons he kept you so close, why you were the one person in his life he softened for. But now, in this moment, all you could feel was the sharp edge of his possessiveness.

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip for a brief second before he pulled back, releasing your face. His gaze lingered on you, his frown still etched into his sharp features. You bit your lip, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in your chest. You hated feeling like this—unsure of yourself, second-guessing every move. You’d wanted to look good for him, to make him proud, but instead, you felt small under the weight of his stern gaze.

Sukuna was already shifting to get out of the car, unbuckling his seatbelt with a practiced motion. Before he could step out, he threw one more comment over his shoulder, the tease in his voice barely masking the possessiveness underneath. “Unless, of course, you want to seduce my friends and see their boners, it’s up to you.”

Your face burned at his crude words, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling up inside you. You quickly turned your head, pretending to rummage through your purse for the makeup wipe, desperate to wipe the lipstick away. Your fingers trembled as you found the small packet, your mind racing. You could feel the hurt settling in your chest, heavy and unshakable, as you quickly wiped the bold red from your lips. You didn’t want to argue with him. You didn’t want to push back. But his teasing words had stung, leaving an ache that you couldn’t quite shake.

The glossy shade of your natural lips returned as you swiped a clear gloss over them, trying to regain a bit of composure. The red had made you feel bold, confident. Without it, you felt exposed, vulnerable, like a shadow of yourself.

Sukuna had already stepped out of the car, moving with his usual confidence. He didn’t look back as he rounded the vehicle to your side, but you knew he expected you to follow without question. By the time he opened your door, you were doing your best to smooth the hurt expression from your face, forcing a small, polite smile.

You stepped out of the car, your eyes instinctively dropping to the ground as you adjusted your dress. Sukuna extended his arm toward you, and you immediately took it, your hand resting lightly on his bicep as he led you toward the restaurant entrance. His presence was a double-edged sword—comforting, yet overwhelming. You were always aware of the power he held, the way he dominated any room he entered. Now, as you clung to his arm, you wondered how much his colleagues would see you as an extension of that power or if they’d see you as something weaker, something softer.

As you neared the door, Sukuna’s hand briefly tightened on your arm, pulling you a bit closer. “You’re with me,” he said, his voice low, meant only for you. “Don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. Just remember that.”

You nodded, feeling the familiar warmth of his control wash over you, comforting yet confining at the same time. You’d grown used to it by now—the way he shielded you, the way he wanted you all to himself. His approval was all you wanted, and even now, despite the ache in your chest, you clung to the hope that you could still make him proud.

As you stepped into the restaurant, the shift in atmosphere was palpable. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses and cutlery, and a sense of sophistication that immediately made your nerves spike again. Sukuna, as usual, was unbothered. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a table near the back, where a few familiar faces were already gathered.

“There,” he muttered, nodding toward the group. You recognized them immediately from his earlier descriptions. Toji sat with his arms crossed, his muscular frame practically commanding the entire corner of the restaurant. Suguru leaned back in his chair, a small, knowing smile on his face as if he was already reading the situation before you even approached. And then there was Satoru—impossible to miss, his striking features and confident grin setting him apart from the rest. Nanami, however, was more subdued, quietly sipping his drink, his sharp eyes barely lifting from the table as you and Sukuna approached.

The moment you stepped closer, you could feel their eyes on you—curious, assessing, waiting for your next move. Your grip on Sukuna’s arm tightened, and he gave you a slight glance, as if to remind you to stay close.

“Finally,” Toji said, his voice rough and unapologetic as he eyed Sukuna. “Thought you were ditching us.”

“Had to bring the girl,” Sukuna replied, his voice cool and detached, though there was a possessiveness in the way he spoke about you. He pulled out a chair for you before taking his own seat, his hand brushing lightly against your back as you sat down beside him. The simple touch grounded you, reminding you of your place at his side.

Suguru’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than the others, his smile widening slightly. “You must be special if Sukuna’s bringing you around us.”

You blushed under the attention, your fingers tightening around the edge of the table as you fought to keep your composure. Sukuna shot Suguru a sharp look, one that immediately silenced whatever teasing comment might’ve followed. His gaze shifted back to you, a silent reassurance in his eyes.

Satoru leaned forward, his grin playful, clearly enjoying the tension. “So, Sukuna’s finally letting us meet the girl, huh? I gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you’d find someone who could handle you.”

“Shut it, Satoru,” Sukuna growled, his voice holding an edge of warning.

You lowered your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You weren’t used to being the center of attention, especially not in a group like this. It was overwhelming, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you didn’t quite belong. But as always, Sukuna’s presence grounded you, his dominance over the situation a reminder that you were under his protection.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur of conversation, laughter, and occasional teasing. You stayed quiet, content to observe and take in the dynamics around you. Sukuna’s hand remained close, whether on your back or brushing against your arm. It was his way of keeping you anchored, reminding you of your place at his side. And despite the tension and occasional embarrassment, there was a certain comfort in knowing that, as long as you were with him, you didn’t need to worry about what anyone else thought.

The car ride was quiet, far too quiet for Sukuna’s liking. Normally, after a social event like this, you'd be filling the space with small comments—complaining about how overwhelming it was, laughing about someone’s joke, or complaining about how tired you felt. But today, you sat curled up in the passenger seat, eyes glued to the window, your lips pressed in a tight line. There wasn’t a single word from you.

He glanced over at you a few times, wondering if it was just the usual post-social exhaustion. He knew that meeting new people drained your energy, and today’s lunch had been a lot, with all of his friends and their partners gathered. But something about your silence didn’t sit right with him. You weren’t just quiet—you were withdrawn, avoiding him in a way that made the back of his neck prickle with unease.

But he kept quiet, not wanting to push. Sukuna knew better than to force anything out of you, especially in this state. Instead, he waited. He was good at that—waiting until the moment was right, until you were ready.

The tension in the air between you two was palpable as you both walked into the house, neither of you saying much. You immediately went to the bedroom, slipping out of your shoes and beginning to take off your earrings. Sukuna watched you for a moment from the doorway, his brow furrowed in thought. Something was definitely off.

He headed to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, letting the water run over him as he tried to shake off the nagging worry that gnawed at him. Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe you were just tired. Maybe…

But when he came out, dressed in the pajamas you’d picked out for him—something soft and comfortable, a stark contrast to his usual sharp attire—he found you still sitting at the vanity, quietly putting away your jewelry. The air between you was still thick with unspoken tension.

Sukuna approached you, standing behind you and leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of your face. “You’ve been too quiet,” he murmured, his voice low as he gently wrapped his hands around your neck, massaging the tension out of your muscles in that way you always liked. He could feel the stiffness in your shoulders, the way you seemed to tense even more under his touch.

You sighed softly but didn’t look up at him. “I’m just tired,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You turned your head slightly to place a small, soft kiss on his jaw.

It wasn’t convincing, and Sukuna could feel it. He could see it in the way your eyes darted away, in the way you avoided looking at him in the mirror for too long. Something was wrong, and it was gnawing at him, but he didn’t press. Not yet.

When you moved to the bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, Sukuna followed you, sitting beside you, his eyes still lingering on your face, searching for something—an explanation, a sign, anything. His mind raced, thinking over the events of the day, trying to figure out what could have caused this shift.

“Was it because I didn’t let you wear the red lipstick?” he asked suddenly, his tone cautious. His eyes softened as he waited for your response, wondering if he had unintentionally hurt your feelings. He knew how much you liked wearing that shade, and he had been the one to tell you to tone it down today. But that couldn’t be it… could it?

You barely glanced at him, shaking your head. “No. I’m just tired.”

You turned your attention back to your phone, and Sukuna felt a flicker of frustration in his chest, though he quickly pushed it down. You were always quiet around new people, but this… this was different.

“Can you come cuddle me, please?” you asked suddenly, your voice softer now, almost fragile.

Sukuna let out a soft sigh, shaking off his thoughts. Maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe you just needed some time. He slipped into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, spooning you from behind. He could feel the tension in your body, but he didn’t say anything, just rested his chin on your shoulder and held you close.

As you lay there, curled up in his arms, Sukuna couldn’t help but think about the lunch, about how you’d avoided his gaze, how you’d been distant the whole time. He knew you better than anyone, knew when something was bothering you. And though he tried to tell himself that it was nothing, that you were just tired, the feeling in his chest told him otherwise.

But for now, he held you close, his hand gently rubbing your arm, trying to soothe the unease he felt creeping up inside him. He knew you’d talk when you were ready.

The morning after that quiet night, Sukuna woke up to find your side of the bed cold and empty. He groaned, instinctively reaching for his phone and finding a text from you:

Morning, love. Pilates class today! Didn’t want to wake you—see you later! xx

Sukuna buried his face into the pillow with a huff, feeling a strange bitterness creep in. Normally, you’d rouse him with soft kisses, lingering hugs, and sleepy whispers before heading out. Today, though, you’d slipped away quietly. The day already felt off.

Later that evening, Sukuna returned home, still feeling the nagging sting of the morning. The house was peaceful, and as he stepped into the living room, there you were—curled up on the couch, reading the new book he'd bought for you last week. You had your reading glasses on, a sight that never failed to make you look irresistibly cute. Sukuna couldn’t resist; he leaned down, kissing your cheek and giving you a soft peck on the lips.

“Hey,” you greeted him warmly, looking up from your book. “Hard day?”

Sukuna only groaned in response, plopping down next to you on the couch, his expression still a bit grim.

“You left me alone in bed this morning,” he mumbled, his voice laced with playful complaint but also something deeper.

“Sorry,” you said, offering a small, apologetic smile. “I had pilates class.” Leaning over, you kissed the corner of his lips, hoping to soothe his mood. “I’ll go get dinner ready. You can shower in the meantime.”

Sukuna’s eyes lingered on you as you moved toward the kitchen. His frustration from earlier lingered, but he pushed it down and went to shower, letting the warm water relax his tense muscles. When he came back, refreshed but still unsettled, he found you arranging his dinner on the table. The aroma filled the room, and he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. You giggled, your usual light-hearted response, telling him to sit and enjoy his meal.

But as Sukuna sat down, his eyes scanned the table, and his brows furrowed. There was only one plate. He looked up just as you placed a glass of water in front of him, and then you sat across the table with a soft smile, hands resting on your lap.

“Where’s your plate?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Oh, I already ate before you got back,” you answered with a smile, trying to appear nonchalant.

Sukuna’s gaze darkened slightly, his jaw tensing. “Why?”

“I was… hungry?” you replied, your voice unsure.

Sukuna took a slow sip of water, trying to calm the growing frustration in his chest. “Yeah, no. You never miss a chance to have dinner with me,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You fidgeted in your seat, the weight of his stare making you feel small. “But I was hungry, Kuna…”

He exhaled sharply, setting his glass down. His voice was quieter now but firmer, edged with concern. “You fell asleep on this table once, waiting for me after overtime. Your stomach hurt because I took so long, but you didn’t eat until I got home.” His words hung heavy in the air. “Now you’re telling me you couldn’t wait?”

Your smile faltered. The light mood you had tried to create dissipated, and you saw the shift in his expression. He knew something was wrong, even if you didn’t want to admit it. You had never been one to open up easily, but Sukuna also knew when to push, especially when you were hurting.

“I was just hungry,” you repeated, but your voice was weaker this time, barely above a whisper, your eyes lowered like a kicked puppy.

Sukuna reached across the table, his large hand gently squeezing yours. His touch was soft but commanding. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

You hesitated, unable to meet his gaze. The words you had been holding onto since yesterday weighed heavily on your tongue, but you didn’t know how to explain it. You knew he had been joking, but his offhand remark had hit you harder than you wanted to admit.

Finally, after a long pause, you spoke, your voice small and shaky. “I didn’t like what you said yesterday. About the red lipstick…”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed, listening intently as you continued, the words spilling out faster now.

“When you said I could wear it if I wanted to seduce your colleagues... it made me feel like a slut.” Your voice cracked slightly. “I just wanted to wear it for you—because you said it makes me prettier.”

Sukuna's face softened immediately, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter, pulling you closer. “Okay, babe,” he murmured, his voice deep and calm, cutting through your hurried explanation. “Breathe. You’re talking too fast.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of your confession still heavy in the air. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“No,” Sukuna said firmly, cutting you off. He stood up, tugging your hand gently, and you followed his lead until you were seated on his lap, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He tilted your chin up so you were forced to meet his eyes. His gaze was serious but full of warmth and understanding.

“If you ever hear me say something like that again, you can slap me right there and then. Do you understand?” His voice was low, each word slow and deliberate, as if he needed you to truly take in every syllable.

You nodded, feeling shy under his intense stare, but a warmth spread through your chest at his words.

He brought your hand to his face, guiding your fingers to gently rub his cheek. “I never want you to feel like that again,” he whispered, leaning in, his lips brushing softly against yours before deepening the kiss. His hands held you securely, and for a moment, all the tension, the doubt, and the hurt from the past few days melted away.

In his embrace, you finally felt understood, his kiss telling you all the things words sometimes couldn’t.

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cursedfallingmoon · 4 months ago

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A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes || Yan GB Cinderella x GN Reader

Characters: Elias

Summary: Even if you're a royal, you're his only human friend

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, abusive family

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Yan GB Cinderella who is stuck living with his abusive stepfather and stepbrothers. His father had died when he was a child and his mother had remarried this vile man and even more vile brothers. She had died only two years after in a tragic carriage accident. They had him work as a made, gave him the old attic room in the west tower of the mansion, and never allowed him to eat with them at the table. All he had was the grief of his dead mother and father, the memories of a good family, and his mouse friends.

Yan GB Cinderella who cleans all the messes, makes the meals, does the laundry, takes care of all the farm animals, and everything else in between. He never gets a break and rises with the clock tower in the distance that was a part of the grand palace. And when he does find some little time to himself, he's busy making small clothes for his mice friends. The only thing to carry him are his mice friends, his dog, and the dreams and wishes he holds close to his heart.

Yan GB Cinderella who goes out one day for the shopping and bumps into a cloaked stranger. This stranger apologizes and so much more. They had picked up the items he had dropped when he was startled. Elias was being shown more kindness in this one moment than he was used too in the span of five minutes. This cloaked stranger then rides off into the forest with a very expensive, purebred looking horse.

Yan GB Cinderella who felt inclined to follow this stranger. He wanted to give his thanks for this stranger's kindness. He found the horse, and it's rider sitting not too far away. It's the royal child of the kingdom. Even with the stranger's identity being found, he goes up to you. He bows his head and thanks you with a gentle tone of voice. Thus starting your lovely friendship with him.

Yan GB Cinderella who is captivated by how sweet you are. Compared to the rumors his family had shared during morning gossip were untrue. Well most were. There was only one clear thing about you. You were gorgeous. The only thing on his mind as you two chatted was how you handled thing with a gentle care. He simply watched with a gentle gaze and eyes filled with wonder.

Yan GB Cinderella who was shocked when you say you want to meet him again. You? The heir of the royal throne? He's so utterly thrilled that someone actually wants him around. From then on, he meets you in the same spot almost every day. Some days his evil Stepfather keeps him busy. He hates to leave you waiting like that. He makes it up to you by bringing you some homemade pastries.

Yan GB Cinderella who got to know you more, and he realizes you share similar burdens. He also becomes more touchy with you. He loves hugging you. He comes to learn, however, that your father is holding a ball for you to find a spouse. His heart drops when it's announced in the village during his shopping. Everyone else in the kingdom is invited to attend, most likely due to your everlasting kindness.

Yan GB Cinderella who is delighted that he'll get to see you in a social setting as big as a ball! When he shares with his stepfamily he's all giddy. It was very noticeable to his stepfather. He's all giddy and brighter than they've seen. His hopes become toned down when his stepfather told him he would need to finish all his normal chores first and getting new suits for his family and he'll “consider” it. Elias does what he's told, disappointed as time goes on. At this rate he won't find any time to mend his father's old suit. Well his mice friends take it upon themselves so they mend it for him. Elias words hard to get everything done and helps his stepbrothers get ready. The way they talked about you makes him so frustrated.

Yan GB Cinderella who finally accepts that he won't have any time to make his outfit for the ball. His voice is full of dejection when he shares with his stepfather that he won't be going. His stepbrothers snicker in the next door room. As he stared out the window of his attic room, his eyes on the castle. He knew you were there, probably having so much fun without him. The candles in his room suddenly were lit and he turned. His eyes widened as his old suit was perfectly mended. He wasted no time putting it on and rushed downstairs to show his family. He was so giddy as he showed off. His face fell when he saw his stepfather's face.

Yan GB Cinderella whose stepbrothers are enraged when they take notice of what was used on his suit. Elias had things that were theirs. Sure the two had thrown them out, but that didn't give Elias the right to take them. Once Lord Tremaine had calmed the two brothers down, Elias' suit was torn and ruined. The poor boy ran out into the garden in tears with his mice friends following secretly behind.

Yan GB Cinderella who spoke to the air while he cried. He apologized to his father. To his mother. He was trying so hard to remain kind and hopeful. He was so caught up in his tears, he didn't register the gentle hand on his head. He looked up with wide eyes. It was something out of a dream. Out of his dreams. The person claimed to be his fairy godfather. He didn't know why, but he felt so calmed by this stranger. He was quick to share his sadness. His problems.

Yan GB Cinderella whose fairy godfather consoles him with a gentle smile. Elias watches in awe as this magical being does his work His mice friends are turned into horses. His horse is turned into a coachman. His dog is turned into a footman. The most jaw dropping point is when a pumpkin is turned into a carriage. He's so excited he doesn't realize eh's still in the torn rags. His fairy godfather, however, notices and changes the rags into a beautiful blue suit with glass shoes. He finally felt beautiful. He leaves as his fairy godfather told him that the spell breaks at midnight.

Yan GB Cinderella who was the last to enter the ballroom. His name and title aren't even introduced. You waste no time to meet him on the ballroom floor. Your father watches with wide eyes as you walk past the princess you were being introduced too by the Grand Duke. Elias was so jumpy when you greet him. You look so regal. He's never seen you like this before. In this environment.

Yan GB Cinderella who takes your hand and starts the first dance of the evening. He tries not to be anxious. Or let his anxiety show. The stares of everyone around him gave his stomach butterflies. They were watching him be with you. Him being chosen by you. He keeps his eyes on yours. Your steps are so graceful. He doesn't notice his stepbrothers were watching in envy. He doesn't notice much. He's so lost in your eyes.

Yan GB Cinderella who dances gracefully for his first waltz. It helped that you're so paitent with him. Your hand was carefully placed carefully on his waist. You're so delicate with him. He loves it. He loves dancing with you. He loves you. You two end up dancing into the gardens, escapping the prying eyes of the guests. He's just with you. Exactly what he's been wanting for forever.

Yan GB Cinderella who breaks out of his daydream trance when you two are in the royal garden. He's delighted that you're showing him around. Sharing your favorite flowers. Just hearing you talk made his heart so happy. He'd rather have you talk than dance around in front of a bunch of strangers. He felt comfortable with you. You lead him through the garden like you had done with the dance. He's so engrosed in spending time with you, he nearly forgets the spell. Nearly forgets that it's almost midnight.

Yan GB Cinderella who hears the all to familiar bell toll. The bell that always woke him from his dreams. Like right now. He remembers the spell and rushes out of the castle. He runs as fast as his feet could carry him. You rush after him, wanting him to enoy the bal more with you. The Grand Duke sees the boy runn off. He joins in the chase. Elias was quick down the stairs. He didn't notice that the glass shoe fell off his foot.

Yan GB Cinderella who forgot to tell you it was him. The boy from the forest. The boy that you had befriended over the last few months. As he walks the rest of the way home, the king's knights run after where they had thought he went. He had the other glass slipper so he held hope in his heart. The hope that you'd find him. That you'd ask him to dance with you once more. The hope that you would take him away from the abusive household he's been trapped in. Hope that you'd connect the dots and figure out that it was really him. He helps his animal friends get home safe and sound before his stepfamily gets home.

Yan GB Cinderella who daydreams about the dance with you. His stepbrothers noticed his hazy look in Elias's eyes. They didn't give it much thought, however, when Lord Tremaine came with news that the king is looking for the boy that had danced with his child. The stepbrothers were so excited. They wasted no time in getting ready. Neither did Elias.

Yan GB Cinderella who tries his best to be discrete. His mannerisms changed. That much was noticeable to his stepfather. Elias was caught when he was humming the tune you and him had danced too. Hr was dancing around the attic space as if he was right back in that moment with you. His mice and bird friends watched with joy. That joy was snatched away when Lord Tremaine locked him in the room.

Yan GB Cinderella who begs to be let out of the attic room. He sobs to his animal friends as they watch his woes. They make quick work of trying to free him. Two mice run down the stairs and through the door cracks to get the key from the evil man. As the animals break apart to set their plans in motion, he is drowned in tears. He just wants to be with you. He just wants to be happy.

Yan GB Cinderella who, even tired with tear stains on his cheeks, still holds onto the hope that he'll be set free. As he gently cradles the other glass slipper, the mice, and birds bring him the key. He shoots up and fumbles with the key. Eventually he unlocks the door, bolting out of the room and down the seven flight of stairs. Placed delicately in his pocket is the other glass slipper.

Yan GB Cinderella who sees you trying to take the slipper away from one of his stepbrothers. He tackles you into a tight hug, sobbing against your shoulder. His stepfamily and the Grand Duke were both shocked by his sudden appearance. You calm him down like you always do. It was something you were amazing at doing. You helped him into a seat, get down on one knee and slide the glass shoe onto him. It fits and the moment it's on he falls onto you, giving you a kiss.

Yan GB Cinderella who is so happy that he's finally out of the abusive home he grew so used too. He can finally be happy. Happy with you. The royal wedding was large, all his animal friends were invited, and, best of all, you were right there with him. You let his animals move into the palace stables and gardens. He finally has his happy ending and the love of his life by his side. Nothing will ever take this away from him.

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