Random One-Shots

Unknown Lover

A/N: Hannah x Reader. Haven't done one like this so... sorry if it sucks! Btw the language may or may not be changed slightly, we'll see. ⚠️Suicide/self harm⚠️ sorry i'm doing sad ones, i just thought that i'd do a little more sad ones as i've done a lot of sappy and lovey dovey one-shots.
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Hannah Miller. Someone who was descended from God. Someone who seemed perfect, someone who everyone adored. Someone who everyone seemed to fancy... had a deep secret.

A secret that needed to be kept quiet, she had already been nearly executed for it before Sarah Fier confessed it was her. It ruined Hannah's life. She had never been the same ever since. That was of course... until a girl named Y/n L/n came into the picture.

It started off as friendship and they got closer and closer throughout time. They were now 19. Both Hannah and Y/n being forced to be wedded, yet they were disgusted by this. They decided that they would meet by the lake near Solomon Goode's house.

Sarah Fier and Y/n L/n were quite different, Sarah was quite intense... yet she was laid back. Not much of a poet, more hands on deck and always did what had to be done.

Then there was Y/n... she took her gracious time, yet had her moments of intense... she was such a great poet as well yet her father never approved. He always gave her into trouble for even considering writing, so, whenever the moon rised and her father fell asleep, she would put a lantern on and write. Noticing that the priest's daughter - here and there - would go to her window to see what Y/n was doing and watch as well as admire her as she wrote her words of poetry just for her to recite them to her when they next saw one another.

Y/n was walking in the middle seeing an upset Issac, he still hadn't gotten over it but Y/n didn't blame him. She never would as what happened... was rough. She couldn't imagine seeing her best friend being hung and not be able to do anything, it would be torture.

"H-Hey... Issac." Y/n greeted, his eyes darted toward her, a fake smile plastered on the poor man's face.

"Hi." He greeted. "How're you?" He questioned, a fake grin on his face. It pained Y/n to see a friend upset as it almost came to the third year anniversary of it happening.

As much as she had feelings for the pastor's daughter, she couldn't help but know that no matter what she did. Sarah would always be first, and for some reason. She understood and was completely and utterly fine with it.

Call her mad, call her crazy.
secrets is what she held in her mind.
The way her hair blew, sometimes ended up wavy...
for I... hope that one day, she will be mine.

(A/N: AYO I JUST MADE THAT UP ON THE SPOT anyway, back to the story, sorry)

Y/n felt the urge to write it down, so she looked around, hoping to see either her or Hannah's house yet the closest was Hannah's.

"Sorry, Issac. I best be off." She announced her departure before rushing off toward Hannah's house. She banged in the door knowing that her mother was not home, that she was out getting work done. Hannah opened the door, eyes forced shut at the sudden brightness of the sky.

"What're you doing-?"

"Have you got Paper? And a pen?" She asked and Hannah brought her in and handed her paper in a pen, where Y/n put down what she had thought about thinking of Hannah.

'Call her mad, call her crazy,
secrets is what she held in her mind.
The way her hair blew, sometimes ended up wavy,
for I... hope that one day, she will be mine.'

She moved back once she wrote it and looked down on it, smiling proudly as if it were her own child.

"And who is this 'she' you are referring too?" Hannah smirked out, trying to sound fine as deep down Y/n knew that she was still unforgiving with her mother.

"No one." She dismissed.

"I gave you the paper and the pen, the least you could do is let me know who this poem is about." Hannah acknowledged which made Y/n snicker at this.

"Who said that it was ever about anyone?" Y/n scoffed out, both Hannah and Y/n having a small stare off, fake grins on their faces. "I-I best be gone before your mother arrives." Y/n randomly announced, Hannah cleared her throat,

"A-Agreed." Hannah spoke softly as she got up and opened the door for Y/n to exit, paper in hand and Y/n left the pen on the table.

"I shall see you later?" Y/n asked, hope in her tone. Hannah nodded her head in agreement.

"Same spot as always." Hannah agreed.

Y/n left and slightly jogged back to her house as she was done doing her chores, a bag of bread in her hand. She opened her front door and went inside placing it on the table, she closed the door.

"I'm back, father!" She called out, yet nothing in return; she quietly tip-toed to her room and sat down on her bed, grabbed a pen, and stared at the paper, unknown to what she would write next. She sat there, whole hour, not moved a muscle. She struggled as ever since she wrote it; it stuck in her mind almost screaming it. She tried to shut her brain off but it was almost as if it wouldn't unless she moved. Or spoke. The question of who 'she' was, lingered on her mind for the whole hour.

'Who is "she" and do I love her?' Y/n thought to herself, it wasn't until she saw Hannah leave her house was till she realised she had to go. She took it with her, pen as well. And left. Not a single word from her dad and she never spoke a single word.

She walked to the lake to see Hannah seated down in the middle, staring down at the small water that made it's way down. She stared at it ever so blankly, yet her emotions seemed to have taken over.

Tears. Tears flooded her eyes almost as if it was an attack on her, she missed her Sarah Fier and wanted her back. She wanted nothing more than her.

For all the love in exchange, she would never accept it. She wanted the girl she cared for the most in this world back. So much that she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they were to be reunited.

"Why? Why did she have to do it?" She cried out quietly, "S-Sacrifice herself... she promised..." Hannah breathed out before she sobbed again, and Y/n stayed quiet. Not moving a muscle.

She watched and wanted nothing more than to help her, yet something felt off about all of it. She had this bad feeling and Hannah didn't even realise it but before she knew it; she was marching back to her house. Y/n trailed behind to see what she would do. The girl of her dreams, now sacrificing herself leaving a note before she decided to slash her wrists herself. The blood loss becoming to much that it killed her in minutes. Y/n waited and waited for her to come out, yet she never. It wasn't until the pastor's wife, screamed. The terror of seeing Hannah dead on the ground scarred her, and Y/n herself to the point where she didn't see the point of living either.

She knew deep down that she wasn't going to have a long-lasting life. With the poem she had written earlier in her hand, she faced death head on. A slight shiver fell down her back. The feeling of a knife in her hands started to feel like the right thing, the rest of her mind saying to her that it was the right thing to do, so, she faced death head on, almost as if she was greeting an old friend...

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A/N: Ayo... in a little bit if emo hours, can u tell?😂