Author's Notes: Since I'm starting fresh, I simply had to do a new Davilda confession fanfic. Truth is, I've been thinking about doing one for a couple years now, something outside of my old continuity... but I haven't had the perfect excuse to do so until now. And the series finale included an amazing love story, so that provided me with new inspiration. Let me know what you think!


Something was wrong with David. But Hilda couldn't say what.

It started right after they came back from Tofoten, and became more noticeable over time. David had always been a little bit awkward, but there were times when he acted more awkward than usual... and Hilda couldn't help but notice that it was always around her.

At first, she thought that maybe he was put off by her, knowing that his best friend was a fairy. Or, well... part-fairy, at least. Hilda was ecstatic when she first told David and Frida about it, along with the whole story of what transpired in Fairy Country; her family's entire history, how her grandparents met, how her mum was born, and the fateful bargain made between her parents and the Island that would shape her entire life.

Frida and David listened with rapturous attention, shock and awe apparent on their faces as they took in every detail. Both cried when Hilda told them how her mum's parents were forced to sacrifice themselves, and how she lost all her memories of them after.

"To be honest, I always figured you to be a fairy," David said after Hilda excitedly declared her true nature to him and Frida. "The blue hair was a bit of a giveaway."

"What!?" Frida exclaimed. "I never thought of that!"

"You didn't?" David had replied. "Where else did you think she got blue hair from?"

"I thought it was dyed!" Frida had answered defensively.

But whatever David thought before, having his theory confirmed appeared to put him on edge. Hilda couldn't blame him, as he was the first of their group to stumble into the borderlands of the Fairy Realm. Maybe Hilda's true nature as a fairy (ugh... part-fairy!) was making him paranoid. Maybe he thought this was all a ploy to lure him and Frida into Fairy Country, or something like that.

That's what Hilda thought at first, anyway. But the true meaning behind David's strange behavior would forever change how she perceived her closest friend.

After the initial phase of awkwardness, Hilda noticed that David was being... nicer to her than he usually was. He was always nice, but this was different. Little things like opening doors for her, buying her small gifts like candy bars, a bag of Jorts, or an extra carton of chocolate milk in the cafeteria at lunch, and even books he thought she might like. Sharing his umbrella with her when it started to rain when Hilda forgot hers at home, holding her hand when they crossed the street, or just listening to her fantastical tales of past adventures... like when she told him and Frida about how she and her mum almost got eaten by the Spider-Frog. Frida was only half paying attention, thumbing through one of her spellbooks as she deviated between Hilda's tale and her studies.

But David kept his eyes fixed on Hilda, hanging on her every word. It was strange... Hilda's scary stories always used to make him anxious. This time, it didn't phase him. To be fair, David hadn't been so easily scared for a while... though Hilda still couldn't shake that peculiar feeling afterward that something was off.

Then, one morning after a sleepover at her house with David and Frida, it came to her. They spent the night gorging on snacks, playing board games, and telling scary stories, as was customary. Hilda was so caught up in it all that she didn't notice David staring at her through much of the night. He listened along with Frida as Hilda showed them her newfound talent for playing the panpipes, which her mum had taught her to play.

David, who was too tired (or too lazy) afterward to return to his sleeping bag on the floor, ended up nodding off in Hilda's bed. Hilda didn't have the heart to shake him awake, so she simply curled up on top of the covers, turned out the light, and went to sleep.

In the morning, Hilda awoke to find herself nestled in the crook of David's arm, her arms wrapped around his torso, and her face buried in the side of his neck. She was close enough to him to pick up the smell of his hair, the faint smell of smoldering wood and toasted marshmallow that reminded her of a campfire.

It was pleasantly warm next to him, the two of them intertwined in the glow of the morning sun that poured through her window. Hilda found that she liked it, and that she didn't want to move, didn't want to wake him. She was... content, to just lie there next to him, to hold onto him like that.

But David eventually did wake. And when he did, and he saw Hilda there, and how close she was, his face turned red from ear to ear. Hilda blushed as well once she realized that she'd been fondling her best friend and sniffing his hair, and the two pulled apart and sat up ever-so-slowly.

Worse, Frida had woken up before them, and witnessed the whole thing. Hilda tried not to look at her other best friend as she smirked at her over breakfast with the most suggestive of smiles, while David stared into his bowl of cereal, trying not too look at either of the girls.

"Is something wrong?" Johanna asked of Hilda and her friends.

"No!" Hilda and David replied in unison. Frida's smirk broadened, and she barely stifled a small giggle.

The following day at school, Hilda and David avoided each other like the plague. David sat at the far end of the table that he always shared with Hilda and Frida, eating his lunch in quiet solitude. When he excused himself to go to the bathroom, Frida seized the opportunity to interrogate Hilda on the events of the previous day.

"So... I couldn't help but notice that you and David seemed rather cozy together yesterday," Frida insinuated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hilda replied, blushing furiously.

"Oh, come off it, Hilda!" Frida insisted. "You know, you ought to be ashamed of yourself... not yet 14 years old, and your best friend has already caught you in bed with a boy-"

"Knock it off, Frida!" Hilda almost shouted back. She REALLY didn't appreciate her friends teasing right now, especially when it was so... suggestive.

"Calm down, I was only teasing," Frida replied, holding up her hands in defense. "But, in all seriousness, you and David seemed rather fond of each other-"

"We're just friends," Hilda cut across.

"Oh, of course. You're both VERY good friends," Frida insinuated further. "But I suspect you want to be MORE than 'just friends', am I off?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hilda retorted, feigning ignorance.

"David. You fancy him, don't you?" Frida asserted.

"Ugh! I do not!" Hilda replied indignantly.

"Really? Are you certain of that?" Frida inquired.

Truth be told, Hilda didn't know how to answer that question. She liked David well enough, there was no question of that... but just how much did she like him, really? It was hard to say.

"Come on, Hilda..." Frida coerced. "Look, I'm sorry for teasing you, alright? Just tell me the truth! How do you really feel about him?"

"Oh... I don't know," Hilda sighed, clasping her hands together. "I mean, David is really nice. He's sweet... he's tall, he's handsome. And he's brave... in his own way."

"And he likes a lot of the same things you do," Frida added. "You both love the outdoors. You both like collecting rocks..."

"That's true..." Hilda conceded. The more she thought about it, the more Hilda was beginning to think that she DID fancy David. And that made her feel... good. Really good, actually. David was a good-looking boy, but more than that, he was her best friend. He'd always been there for her. She hadn't forgotten how he jumped in to save her and her dad from the fairy mound. David was scared of a lot of things (much less so since they'd met) but despite that, he was always ready to step up to the plate when Hilda needed him most.

Hilda didn't have any other friends that were boys... and even if she did, she wasn't sure she'd ever have another friend like David.

No; she knew for a fact that there was no other boy like him. Not in all of Trolberg, or Tofoten, or anywhere else in the world. In short, he was special.

That said, Hilda's mind wasn't fully made up yet on how she felt about David. But one thing was certain; David fancied her. She understood that now. That's why he'd been going out of his way to be extra nice to her, why he was always staring at her, and why he was so awkward at first when they came back from Tofoten.

Perhaps it was learning Hilda's true identity as a fairy. Maybe, rather than frightening him, it excited him. That would explain why he was acting so strange when they came home. The thought made Hilda's face heat up even more.

When David came back from the restroom, Hilda insisted that he stop sulking around all by himself, and sit next to her. Now that she knew the truth, she was eager to test the waters. At the very least, she didn't want David to feel like he'd somehow spoiled their friendship by falling asleep in her bed.

At the end of the week, Hilda felt confident that she'd smoothed things over with David, and they were back to being normal friends again. Saturday evening found Hilda, David, and Frida having a kick-around in the park. Hilda acted natural, though privately she hadn't stopped thinking about her conversation with Frida in the cafeteria on Monday, and per Frida's advice, was looking for the best moment to talk to him about how he felt... and how she felt. The way Hilda figured, it might just help her make up her mind.

The sun was just beginning to set, and Frida had kicked the ball towards David, who in turn kicked in Hilda's direction. Hilda was much closer to him than he realized though, causing him to kick the ball too hard; it went sailing past Hilda's foot, causing her to twirl on the spot and lose her footing. She was about to fall over backward when David lunged forward, seized Hilda by her hands, and pulled her to her feet.

"Oh... thank you. That was close," said Hilda.

"Don't mention it," David replied.

It was then that Hilda realized that David was still holding her hands in his, and how close his face was to her. She could feel herself blushing again, and she could see David was blushing too. They just couldn't seem to pull away from one another.

"Uh, well..." David stammered. "It's getting late. I should, uh... probably go home for supper."

"Oh. Right..." said Hilda.

David let go of her hands, and stuffed his in his pockets before walking away. Hilda watched him go in pained silence, wanting to say something to him, but her breath was caught in her throat, rendering her speechless. Why did it have to be so hard, just for them to talk?

Thankfully, Frida was there to give her a little push.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Frida asked. "Go after him!"

With Frida's encouragement, Hilda was able to come out of her trance, shaking her head to clear it, and giving chase to David. Frida maintained a respectful distance as Hilda caught up with their best friend.

"David! Wait!" Hilda called out.

David stopped and turned around, allowing Hilda to catch up to him.

"Listen... do you think maybe you and I could talk? In private?" Hilda asked tentatively.

"Oh! Um... sure, okay," David agreed with a hint of hesitation.

The pair found a cozy spot on a bench in the center of the park. At an hour before sundown, there was an orange glow on the horizon that made for the perfect atmosphere. It was very romantic. Hilda could see the silhouette of another couple on the other side of the park who were also taking advantage, and appeared to be kissing, making Hilda blush yet again.

"So, uh... what did you want to talk about?" David asked.

"Uh... I actually wanted to ask you about, well... us," Hilda told him.

"What about us?" David inquired. "Is... something wrong?"

"No. No... nothing's wrong," said Hilda.

"Then what's the problem?" David replied.

"Well, the thing is- and I know this might seem completely out of nowhere, but- I have to ask... do you; fancy me?"

David froze. For several minutes, he didn't answer. And then...

"I invoke my constitutional privilege against self-incrimination and respectfully decline to answer your question," he answered bluntly.

"David!" Hilda objected, despite snorting with laughter. David looked away and blushed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

"You're not on trial, David" Hilda reminded him. "It's just us, right? We're friends. Best friends. And if you like me as more than just a friend, well... I would want you to tell me."

"You wouldn't-" David stammered. "That is, I mean- it wouldn't make things... weird, between us, would it?"

"I hope not," said Hilda.

David took a deep breath.

"Okay. Alright... how do I say this?" David asked himself aloud.

Hilda waited patiently, her legs pressed together, hands clasped in her lap while she gave David the time he needed to compose himself. She could tell he was nervous... so was she. She didn't want to ruin their friendship, but she also felt that she would've liked it if they were more than just friends. She would've liked it a lot.

"Look, Hilda... it's like this," David began. "You're not like other girls. I mean, literally, not like other girls. For one thing, you're a fairy, which I have to admit is rather-"

"Exciting?" Hilda supplied, making David smile and blush.

"Yeah. Exciting, that's definitely the right word," David affirmed. Hilda's face was now even redder than his.

"But, there's more to it than that," David continued. "You, Hilda, you're... you're amazing. Don't get me wrong, you're absolutely mad. But you're also sweet, and kind, and brave, and you're beautiful..."

Hilda was beyond flattered. There was a certain thrill in hearing David say these things about her. Boys had a tendency to call her freaky, weird, mad, and other less flattering things. To have a boy tell her she was beautiful and amazing... it was nice, and very welcome. And that it was David saying these things, having once called her "weird" himself, even going as far as to blame her for giving him nightmares; that gave her butterflies.

"Nothing has been the same since you and I met," David went on to say. "Before, it was just me and Frida, and Frida's okay, but you...? Before I met you, it's like there was a piece of me that was missing. And ever since you came into my life, I've felt... whole. Like, before, you know how I was always scared of everything. But since I've been hanging out with you, I don't feel scared anymore. You make me feel like I can be so much more... and I like it better this way."

"Even with all of our weird adventures?" Hilda asked. David smiled back at her, and took her hands in his.

"Actually... I think that's what I like most about you," David admitted.

Hilda blushed deeper still.

"So... I've answered your question," said David. "Do you think you would fancy me?"

Once again, Hilda didn't know how to answer that question. Everything David has just said to her affirmed what Hilda had felt all week... she did fancy him. She liked everything about him. As she'd told Frida, David was sweet, and tall, and handsome, and brave... in his own way. And between Hilda, herself, and her, that woody campfire smell that clung to his hair was intoxicating. But she wouldn't tell him that. That would be saying too much.

So what would Hilda say to him? Her breath was caught in her throat again, her heart was pumping loudly, and Hilda was so overcome with joy that she felt that she might cry.

Actions spoke louder than words. Hilda leaned in towards David, closing her eyes and parting her lips-

-but David got there first, closing the gap and kissing Hilda full on the lips.

Hilda's mind had gone blank. Everything seemed to just fall away- the park, the bench, the earth beneath their feet- and it was as though she and David were suspended in midair, their hands clasped together as they shared their first kiss. Hilda had beheld true love before, when her granddad showed her he and her grandmum met all those years ago, and how it led to her mum being born... and how Hilda herself was brought into the world.

But to experience that feeling for herself was indescribable. Hilda now knew what Phinium and Lydia had known for themselves when they were 11 years old; that she and David were meant for each other. That this was only the beginning of a long, happy life together.

Or at least, that's what Hilda hoped. she wanted it be true. She wanted to feel what her grandmother felt, to grow as she had grown, to start a family as she had done... and she wanted it with David, and no other.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hilda and David pulled away. The sun had gone down without either of them realizing it, leaving them all alone beneath clear, starlit skies.

Well... not completely alone. Little did they know, Frida was spying on them from the bushes nearby with Twig, her eyes tearing up and holding her hands over her heart as she watched her two best friends share their first kiss. Hilda and David eventually stood up and left the park hand-in-hand, leaving Frida, Twig, and their kickball behind.

Twig took off after Hilda, while Frida lingered for but a moment to collect their ball, and followed the happy new couple soon after... not noticing the shadows of two hooded figures vanishing in the moonlight behind her.


Author's Notes: I think I did a better job with this one than I did with "The Confession" (which can be found on my Ao3 profile) making Hilda and David's admittance of their feelings a bit more natural... and a little more awkward. If nothing else, I certainly made it longer. And in case you missed it, David catching Hilda was supposed to mirror the scene between Phinium and Lydia from the finale, which is where most of the inspiration for this fic came from. Leave a comment and kudos if you enjoyed as always, and if you've read my previous fic, let me know how you think it compares.