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Smurfstorm is a lot of things. She’s tough, she’s brave, she’s the fiercest warrior of the grove.
But she’s not in love.
She had to remind herself every time that she wasn’t in love, and she was just confused. After all, how could she think that about Smurfette? Tough enough, pretty, martial arts newbie Smurfette? No, she wasn’t in love. The girl was just her friend, and nothing else.
Ever since Smurfette had temporarily come to live at the new grove to learn the arts of smurfu, the two had gotten more of a chance to actually get to know one another. The blonde smurf held no hard feelings against Storm for their earlier interactions, only wanting to extend the hand of friendship to her. And though it took a little while for Storm, she eventually took that hand, and was much better off for it.
At first, everything was normal. Smurfette would tag along with Blossom and Lily, the three having become close friends, and out of coincidence (and nothing else, Storm swears), the two would also get to hang out together. Storm taught her how to become a bow master, how to ride her own dragonfly, and the two often sparred. It seemed that the longer they were together, the tougher Smurfette became.
And the more blurred the line got.
Storm doesn’t know when her heart started to catch in her throat whenever Smurfette smiled at her. She doesn’t know when her stomach would feel warm when Smurfette compliments her— And at first, Storm thought she was sick, but after confiding in Smurflily, she was instead convinced her friend was sick.
“Smurfs to me like you like her.” Lily says, a sly smile on her face.
”Well, yes. She’s my friend, duh.” Storm replies, raising a brow.
”Nono— I mean LIKE like her.”
Storm stares back at Lily, eyes wide. “You’re crazy. There’s no way that’s true.”
Storm left her hut soon after with more questions than answers, and she was going to go ask Blossom, when she grimaced and knew that the excitable Smurf would definitely make a much bigger deal about it than whatever it was.
Even Willow didn’t give Storm any straight answers. The matriarch just smiled, a knowing twinkle in her eye, and said simply that maybe it’s a sign from her body that she wants to hang out more with Smurfette. But when asked why it felt different from her feelings towards every other Smurf, Willow blinks, shrugs her shoulders, and says that perhaps it’s because Smurfette is extraordinary compared to other Smurfs— and she was right, the girl is extraordinary.
The next several days were spent mulling over her own feelings, tirelessly analysing every single emotion she felt when she was with Smurfette. She knew the truth, and yet she couldn’t help but deny it. She was not in love!
…Which leads to today.
Storm had been dutifully patrolling the forest, looking every which way and that, eyes piercing every corner like someone was bound to jump out at her. She went under bush branches and over roots of great trees, until she found a peculiar— and utterly breathtaking— sight.
Smurfette was in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by flowers of every colour, and the nests of Dragonflies reflecting light like a kaleidoscope. She was beautiful, Storm admitted to herself without a second thought, before she felt her cheeks grow warmer.
The warrior was about to turn and continue with her patrol to leave Smurfette to her calm solace, when the village girl called out to her.
”Stormy!”
Her stomach twisted into knots as she turns to look back at Smurfette, and her legs stiffly carry her towards the blonde Smurf.
”Uhm- hey, Smurfette.” ‘Uhm’? When did she start saying ‘Uhm’!?
Smurfette flasher her dazzling smile, and Storm has to fight to keep herself from blushing from head to toe.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? This clearing is so calm, I like to come here to think.” She comments, looking towards the canopy of the trees, eyes following the dragonflies that fluttered above.
Storm follows her gaze, feeling herself relax. She’s right, this place is calm.
Smurfette starts humming the song of her village, and Storm glances back at her, looking at the flowers she’s weaving in her gentle hands.
”…What are you doing?” What a dumb question— Storm knew what she was doing, but she just felt like talking. Which is also weird, because Storm doesn’t do small talk.
”I’m just making a flower necklace, Blossom and Lily showed me how.” She responds, sticking out her tongue in concentration, which Storm didn’t think was utterly adorable at all, no smurf! She smiles triumphantly at herself after a moment, standing up before turning to Storm, eyes scanning the warrior before she moved towards her faster than Storm could think.
“Wuh— what are you doing now?” Smurfstorm stumbles over her words, a blush creeping onto her face.
”Hang on, hang on!” Smurfette responds, voice suddenly giddy. Storm felt her hands brush against the back of her neck, and she all but shivered at the sensation, before Smurfette steps back and looks Storm over again. “There, you look beautiful!”
Storm blushes heavily now, heart leaping around her chest, threatening to burst out at any moment. She glances down at her feet for a moment, unusually shy, before her hand finds itself at the flower necklace now around her neck. “I… thank you, blondie.” Smurfstorm says after a moment, having to wrangle her voice to sound normal at not at all squeaky and embarrassed.
Smurfette grins, sitting back down on her original spot, looking at Storm. “You’re welcome! I won’t keep you anymore, I know you must be busy, but it was really smurfy of you to stop by.”
Storm finds her self nodding numbly, brain frazzled and heart thumping. “Of course— no trouble at all! Enjoy your day, I’ll uh- I’ll see you back at the Grove, yeah?”
“Of course! See you later, Stormy!”
And for the first time, as Storm walked away to continue her patrolling, she found herself quietly admitting that maybe, just maybe, she was in love.