Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴 | like i do

Reader Is: Neutral Age (Non-DC AU)
Categories: Fantasy, Fluff
Summary: The reader contemplates what life might be like if everyone could see Dong, her guardian angel.

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She's soft and gentle, the picture of a fairytale angel. She doesn't have swords of fire, nor more eyes than you. She dresses in soft white gowns that skim the tops of her bare feet, and her blonde hair glows in sunlight. Her feather wings are soft and beat in a steady motion that echoes your heart. Sometimes you wish that you weren't the only one who can see her. You would like to show her off to the world.

"Watch your step," Han Dong reminds you as she walks next to you on the forest path. Her old habits die hard.

"I'm fine, Dongie," you respond cheerfully, but Dong only shakes her head with a slight smile.

"It's my job."

"I told you, you only have to tell me something like that if I'll get seriously hurt."

"I don't want you to get even a little bit hurt," Dong insists, and though you playfully roll your eyes, you're grateful – and she knows it. She can read your mind, after all.

It isn't long until the two of you, with hands joined, reach your destination; a clearing in the forest that offers cool shelter from the summer sun. Dong sits down on the ground, silently motioning for you to join her on her lap. You gladly oblige, relaxing into her embrace as your feet meet cool moss when you stretch out.

"Sometimes I worry that a bear will be here and try to eat me," you speak at random.

"I know." Of course she does.

"But then I remember that you'll protect me."

"That's right." Of course she would.

"I wonder why most people aren't in love with their guardian angels."

This spoken thought, though she surely already heard it before the words fell off of your lips, makes Dong laugh lightly. "Because most people can't see us, love."

"If only," you whisper, reaching up and brushing Dong's cheek gently as you speak, "they could see you like I can..."

"Then what?" Dong prompts with a soft smile as you let your sentence trail off.

"Then the world would love you the way that I do."

"Is that what you want?"

You pause for a moment, fleeting thoughts of selfishness passing through your mind. Visions of Dong working alongside you in your garden, helping you make your bed, and pressing flowers next to you as you write letters all spring into your mind. You want to keep her all to yourself.

Then you remember Dong bending over to pick up a bunny rabbit that had lost its mother, looking back at you: the first time that you had seen her worried. You remember her weaving a basket, the first time she had ever tried such a task, for your new neighbors so that you would have a vessel to fill with food to gift them. You wish for her to be so appreciated the way that she appreciates others, and you realize that you suddenly know your answer. "Yes. I want the world to love you like I do."