Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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The hallways of Auradon Prep were quieter than usual, and Y/n found herself walking alone, her thoughts heavy. It wasn't the first time she felt different—out of place, even in a world where magical beings and royals mixed with those of ordinary birth. But today, that difference weighed more heavily, like an invisible barrier separating her from everyone else.
Her mother, the Fairy Godmother, was revered in Auradon. Known for her kindness, wisdom, and unwavering optimism, she stood as a beacon of hope for all the students. Everyone turned to her with their problems, and Y/n knew that her mother would be understanding if she ever chose to confide in her. But that was the thing—Y/n didn't feel comfortable. It wasn't that she didn't trust her mom, it was the overwhelming pressure to be perfect, to live up to an image that wasn't entirely her own.
The secret gnawed at Y/n. It wasn't something tangible or easily explained, but it was deeply tied to who she was. The world around her, the magical and non-magical realms, all had these expectations about what a 'good' daughter of the Fairy Godmother should be. She felt different in ways that didn't fit into the neat boxes everyone tried to put her in.
Jane, her sister, had always been easier to talk to. She wasn't perfect either, and maybe that's why Y/n gravitated toward her. Jane understood what it was like to feel like you didn't fit the mold, especially being a daughter of someone like the Fairy Godmother. They both shared moments of vulnerability, late-night talks where Jane would remind Y/n that it was okay to be different, to not always fit the picture-perfect image their mom wanted for them.
But this secret—it felt bigger. It wasn't just about insecurities; it was about something deeper, something that made Y/n feel like she didn't belong in the 'mainstream' world that Auradon cherished so much.
Y/n sat on her bed, her hands shaking slightly as she texted Jane: *Can you meet me at the courtyard?*
Within minutes, Jane appeared, a worried expression on her face as she sat down beside Y/n. "What's going on?" she asked softly.
Y/n looked down, biting her lip, hesitant to speak. She'd never been great with words when it came to talking about how she felt. But Jane was patient, waiting quietly for her to begin.
"I... I don't feel like I fit in," Y/n finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jane nodded, knowing all too well the weight of those words. "None of us really fit in all the time," she replied.
Y/n shook her head, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "No, it's more than that. I don't just feel different. I *am* different. And... I don't think it's something I could ever tell Mom. She'd just try to fix it, or worse, tell me that it's okay because I'm special, but it's not that simple."
Jane frowned, sensing the deeper layers of what Y/n was struggling with. "Why don't you feel like you can tell her?"
"Because it's not something she'd understand," Y/n said, her voice trembling. "She's always been about doing what's right, fitting into this perfect image of good and bad. But what if I don't fit into that? What if the way I feel isn't... acceptable to everyone else?"
There it was—the heart of the matter. The fear of rejection, not just from the world, but from her own mother. Y/n had always felt like she had to be the perfect daughter, to follow in the footsteps of her mom's legacy. But inside, she was wrestling with parts of herself that didn't align with that image. Whether it was the pressure to always be good, or the feelings she had that didn't match what the world expected from someone like her, Y/n felt like she was constantly wearing a mask.
Jane reached out, taking her sister's hand gently. "You're allowed to be different, Y/n. It doesn't make you any less worthy or any less important. The world is full of people who don't fit into neat little boxes."
Y/n squeezed Jane's hand, grateful for the comfort. "But it's not just about being different. It's about not feeling like this world will ever accept that kind of different. It's like there's no room for people like me—people who don't always fall into the perfect idea of what's 'good' or 'right'."
Jane nodded slowly, understanding more clearly now. "You know, Mom has this way of seeing the world in black and white. Good versus evil. But life isn't like that, Y/n. There's a lot of gray in between. And maybe she won't understand right away, but that doesn't mean she won't love you for who you are."
Y/n smiled weakly, her heart heavy but lighter than before. "Thanks, Jane. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Jane smiled back, her eyes full of warmth. "You'll never have to find out."
As they sat together in the quiet of the courtyard, Y/n realized that maybe, one day, she would tell her mother the truth about how she felt. But for now, it was enough that Jane understood. It was enough to know that, even in a world that demanded perfection, it was okay to be different—no matter what the world thought.
