Unsung Battles (Corrupted Venti x F! Reader)

-19-

TW!WARNING-Self harm scars.

[Y/n's POV]

I was sat beside Venti, my mind elsewhere as I read The Legend of Venessa. The words blurred and I could not focus.

I tell you with every ounce of truth in my body, my heart stopped for a second when I felt movement beside me.

Looking down, Venti's eyelids fluttered and his lashes flickered. Slowly, his eyes opened.

For the first time in a year, I saw in colour. I saw his eyes, those beautiful teal eyes of his.

My book fell from my limp hands and I threw my arms around him.

"Venti!" my voice cracked, "You're awake!"

He stroked my hair, his voice soft and silky.

"Of course. I promised you, did I not? I fix everything I break."

I was about to break off on an apology rant, but I quickly grabbed the box of letters beside me. I had written 476 letters, one each day for over a year. I pulled out the most important ones. A week. A month. Two months. Half a year. A year. I gave them to him.

He glanced down and began opening them, reading them. He finished the last one, one year and looked at me with wide eyes.

He reached over and moved my hair from my face. My eye was okay, just slight scarring of the eyelid. Barbara was a miracle in herself.

He pulled back my sleeves, his eyes widening as he took in the scars. They were a spiderweb, crisscrossing and overlapping, fine and thick. He glanced at the back of my thigh, just visible beneath my skirt and his eyes filled with tears at the sight of the burn marks.

His sad eyes met mine, his gaze trembling with agony for me.

He pulled my wrists forwards. He pressed soft kisses to each of my scars, lovingly fluttering over each one.

I looked down at him.

"I love you."

I said it, and I didn't mind. He could hate me. I could live with that, knowing I told him.

He looked up at me, a small gasp leaving his mouth. His eyes widened and he leaned close, his nose inches from mine.

Venti whispered, "Are you being honest right now?"

I nodded.

He smiled, "Can I kiss you?"

I nodded.

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He leaned in, his breath warm against my face. As his lips met mine, I felt like I could die of happiness. He tasted like Dandelion Wine and apples. His lips were soft, like a feather. He was warm.

I leaned into him, my hand running through his hair.

It wasn't a heated kiss. It wasn't lustful. It was sweet and loving. Soft and warm.

It was my first kiss.

He leaned back after a bit and smiled at me.

"Wolfhook Berries... you taste like spring..." he said a little unsteadily, drunk on joy.

He grinned like a starstruck ninny, pressing his forehead to mine. His fingers tangled with mine.

"My Windblume..." he muttered.

{A/n: One chapter left!}