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evilminji · 5 months
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I just remeber a post from a while back ( >.>)
Remember the Dairy King? Ghosts that STAY for one reason or another, instead of moving on? I made a prompt about HAUNTS, but?
What of Haunted Houses? Haunted by what? Themselves. Their People are gone. They lay abandoned. Dead homes. Limnal places. Haunted and alive.
And yes, some of them are angry. Who wouldn't be? They did nothing wrong! Their People are gone, the world strange, and they have known nothing but neglect and suffering. They of course lash out.
Maybe they saw horrors, inside their walls. Abuse they could not stop. Death they could not prevent. Humans are terrible things to them. Painful. Ugly.
But there are also those, we must imagine, who are DESPERATE. Clinging. Covetous. Trapping any unfortunate enough to stumble into them, because they can not bear to be alone again. Ugly cycles of suffering and need.
Not all, of course. There are houses you would never know were Haunted. So comfortable and warm, they just feel like a hug. Blankets ready just where you need them, tables always set for just as many as arrive. If they have gardens, they can even feed you!
The problem? For there always IS some sort of concern.
You can't just... let ANYONE live in these Houses. These manors and castles, huts and homes. In the same way you can't let just ANYONE keep a disable eagle or tiger. And even beyond that? Guess who's voice is still cracking, just got a crown that doesn't fit, and needs to CHECK on these homes?
Because unlike other Ghosts? Most of these ones? Can't run away. They exsist where they exsist. Many in need of careful, patient, therapy and socialization. They're scared. People keep trying to EXSORSIZE them.
It hurts.
They don't understand why people are hurting them.
Why they are punching HOLES in their walls to "renovate" them instead of asking for things.
It HURTS.
And? If we want to do a cross over? I bet you two coffee and a doughnut, Danny meets Constantine and the Bats at one such house, in old Gotham. Where the last of one branch died and when then greedy mofo OTHER branch tried to turn their stately home into a McMansion? They nearly died.
Which, to be fair. Great Aunt Agatha DID warn them. "Leave the house be. She's a good girl."
But of course, things escalate. Building crews are lied too, nearly die. Batman gets involved. Breaks a rib. Now Constantine is staring down a Haunted House, who is very scared and just wants the bad men to go away. Wants her Aggy back.
And all DANNY sees is the equivalent of a terrified cat, cornered by a group of thugs, who is puffed up desperately to make themselves seem Scary(tm), all while those same group of thugs level WEAPONS at that poor creature.
Ghost king FROM THE HIGH BAR! With the FULL BODY FLYING TACKLE!!!
You get away from THAT HOUSE, you magical BASTAAAAARD! *SLAM*
@hypewinter @ailithnight @hdgnj
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avatarl0v3r · 1 year
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HEY PRETTY! Could you write about neteyam x fem!reader where in the end he doesn't die but they manage to save him and it was just a big scare, after the whole fight is over and they return to metkayina... they go to a part away from everyone and reader heals the wound and there are some touches on the thigh and kisses... nothing more than fluff and some angst for the fear that reader felt when he almost lost it. fluff and little angst...
NeteyamxFem!Metkayinareader
Index: Neteyam and the reader are dating and neteyam gets shot
Warnings: mentions of death, and angst
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You were with Tuk, Lo’ak, and Kiri, Neteyam on the ground gasping for air “This is my fault i shouldn’t have ever-“ “Lo’ak! this isn’t your fault you were doing what you thought was right, saving your sisters because that what brothers do” You say stern enough to get him to stop rambling while still putting pressure on the wound going threw his side.
Tisreya hugged Lo’ak seeing the tears in his eyes she then bend down and hugged you she then looks at you and put her hand on you shoulder “He must get back soon maybe mother can help” You looked at your sister tears flowing out your eyes.
“A-And what if she can’t!, then what, what’ll happen then!” Neteyam reaches for your arm “Y/n i will-,” you watched as more tears filled your eyes as he was struggling to get his words out “i will be fine” You kept pressure pray to the all mother she would help him.
You sat there applying pressure to him side looking around frantically looking for either Jake or Neytiri your watch as Neteyam’s grip on your arm starts to loosen “Neteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!” You start to scream his name as his grip loosened completely both Lo’ak and spider pulling you away from him.
No! No! No! please don’t leave me you can’t leave me please
Tears soaked you face as grief washed over your body you where pulling and kicking trying to get away from them to get back to Neteyam as you screamed and kicked and tried to rip out of their grip but they were much stronger.
Jake and Neytiri finally showed up Neytiri was crying over her son you fell to the ground crying and screaming you’ve never felt this kind of pain before it was as if someone ripped your heart out and ripped it in half.
Neytiri called her Ikran over and gave him to Lo’ak “Ride him back to the village and bring y/n and Neteyam back with you” He nodded
Neteyam was brought to a room you weren’t allowed inside Ronal asked what had happened and Lo’ak explained and she nodded she told him no one was allowed inside and said to take you back to your hut to rest he did as she said you followed him back to your hut where he left you to rest.
Everyone was back in the village everyone was at dinner but you. you sat there for two days you haven’t seen your mother, you didn’t smile, didnt eat, your brother Ao’nung made you get out much to your annoyance and when you did go with him you just looked at the ground.
You both walked passed the hut Neteyam and your mother were in you both looked over when you seen your mother exit the room you looked at her with hope in your eyes she closed her eyes and looked down and shake her head as he walked back into the hut.
Ao’nung wrapped his arms around you holding you close as you fell to the ground feeling your whole world crumble he felt his heart break as he held you, you’ve always been the strong one even during deaths but this was something different and he didn’t know what to do so he just sat there with you in his arms.
Tuk came and found you and tried to comfort you but nothing worked you just looked at her “I’m sorry Tuk” Your voice cracking at the end.
Tuk then walked over to you and hugged you to which you gladly accepted “Y’know Neteyam loved you, a lot he wouldn’t shut up and we’ve only been here for a few months” Her words made you smile and hug her tighter.
You then end the hug and stand up she followed and you held out your hand “Let’s go” She smiled and grabbed your hand excitedly you both walked back to the village and you took Tuk home upon walking up to their hut Tuk ran towards her parents.
“Tuk where have you been?” She then turned and pointed to you and you stood there smiling at them Neytiri walked up to you and hugged you and thanked you for bringing Tuk home you smiled and said it was no problem.
You started to walk back to your hut when you walked passed the hut Neteyam was in you decided to walk in not caring what your mother said you walked in and seen Neteyam laying there you walked over and sat down by him.
You grabbed his hand and sat there studying his face it was quiet for awhile you let reality set in as you realized he was gone but you had a feeling he was still there.
“NeNe,” (na-na) you hesitate for a moment thinking you’d be crazy for trying this “squeeze my hand if you can hear me” for awhile nothing happened and you lost hope coming to terms with the fact he was gone your eyes started to tear up until you felt a light squeeze.
You instantly let go and ran out the hut trying to find your mother you desperately ran around the village to find her you seen her from afar “Mother! Mother! it’s Neteyam, come quickly” She followed after you and found herself in the hut where his body lay.
“Y/n what is it?” She said slightly worried “Mother Neteyam he squeezed my hand” She looked at Neteyam then you “My beautiful daughter, you need to come to terms that he’s gon-“ you interrupted her “Im telling the truth see for yourself.”
She sat down and grabbed his hand “Neteyam if you can hear me squeeze my hand” After a few moments nothing happened and she closed her eyes sighing “Y/n he’s go-“ Her attention instantly went back onto him as she felt him squeeze her hand.
“Hurry get my things,” you only looked at her “now!” you hurried and grabbed her things and she started to work on him again this time you helping.
After what felt like hours she stopped working you looked at her confused “Now we wait,” she said as she stood up “you’ll stay here and watch over him throughout the night if anything happens come find me” You nodded at her words and she walked out the hut.
You stayed awake most of the night even though you were laying right next to Neteyam just watching him you realized you still needed to sleep “nga yawne lu oer Neteyam” (i love you).
“Y/n, wake up” You woke up slightly and ignored the person calling your name and turned the other way “Hey, are you ignoring me for sleep?” Still half asleep you replied turning around to face the person “Leave me alo-“ your words got caught in your throat “Neteyam!” you jumped up and hugged him tears of joy rolling down your face.
“Ewya has heard my prayers” You say as you continue to cry, Neteyam just holds you happy to see you again.
You let him go realizing Neteyam is alive “I’ll be back” You run outside and to the sully family they all look up confused because of how early it is “It’s Neteyam,” you say out of breath “hes alive.”
Neytiri jumps up and runs to the hut and is greeted by a sight she never thought she would see again her son sitting up looking at her “Neteyam…thank you all mother.”
The rest of the sullys pool into the room excited to see their brother and son, you turn to leave to find your mother and tell her the news.
That’s night at dinner everyone was happy and talking and laughing amongst themselves you found Neteyam.
“Neteyam,” you say as you look at him “i want to show you something” her gets up and follows you far away from the village.
You sat down and he does the same he then turns to look at you “What are we doing out here?” you didn’t say a word instead just looking out at the sea tears filled your eyes he moved closer and placed his hand on your thigh you cried at the thought that you almost lost him “You can tell me anything you know this Y/n” you turned to him.
“You don’t understand I almost lost you,” you say as you looked at him he held you face in one hand “i-i thought you went to be with ewya” You said looking away from him he turned you’re head gently to face him “I would never leave you.”
You smiled slightly “Maybe so but you don’t make the choice” He didn’t understand at first but then once he did he kissed your forehead “I may not have a choice but it’s up to Ewya,” he rested his forehead against yours “but Ewyas choice was to let me stay here.”
You looked down at his torso and noticed the blood still on the cloth wrapped around him “Here sit” You say as you pulled out a new cloth you keep on you at all time incase something happens he sat down and let you change the cloth.
“Just please don’t scare me like that again,” you sighed “and don’t do anything risky like again i do not know what i would do if i lost you Neteyam” He didn’t say a word and just let you continue in silence.
You both headed back to the village and your mother instructed that he was to stay inside the hut until he was able to move how he normally would just so the somewhat scar doesn’t rip open and so he’s closer to their hut so she could get to him faster incase anything was to happen.
The two of you sat there in the hut together just enjoying being in each others presence you kissed his face to which he smiled to then you kissed his lips Neteyam doing the same back to you you two then rest your foreheads on each other’s and close your eyes
“oel ngati kameie” (i see you).
I decided to try a new pov instead of first person idk which on i like better if i’m honest but we’ll see
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What are the biggest fears of the townspeople in Stardew Valley?
Ok, this is a very interesting question. I tried to take into account the canonical fears of people (the same Abigail and Harvey), as they have dialogues that reveal their fears. Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy!
Warning: there are references to various phobias as well as sad and unpleasant moments. There is no detailed description but still it is worth warning, it may be unpleasant for someone to read.
Rats. Haley is terribly afraid of rats. Huge and scary rodents almost the size of Haley's handbag ... Eeeeeeep, gross!
To be buried alive in a pile of stones in the mines, to die of starvation or wounds, so that later your soul wanders through these very mines like a damned spirit... For Marlon, this is probably the worst fate that he would not wish even an enemy.
Acrophobia made it impossible for Harvey to follow his dream of becoming a pilot, and to this day he has to face problems due to his fear of heights.
Kent fears that the war with the Gotoro Empire will knock on the door of Stardew Valley, the home of his family and friends.
For Shane, the worst thing is if something happens to his dearest niece. Given that they live close to the forest where wolves and bears live...
Clowns... Penny stays away from the man with the clown make-up at every Stardew Valley Fair.
No matter how much Clint grumbles about his work as a blacksmith and about Pelican Town residents, his biggest fear is being alone. Especially dying alone.
The mere thought of going to the doctor brings panic to poor Vincent's face. And if he needs to get a flu shot, then all the glass and windows will crack from loud crying.
Needles. Bummer, why does Sam need to take medicine not in the form of bitter pills, but as an injection? Of course, he's not as scared as his younger brother, but his mom said that Sam cried a lot louder at the doctor's appointment when he was a child.
Poor Jas is terrified of the dark and won't be able to sleep in her room without her nightlight and plush bunny.
Every day, the Wizard needs to check the seal on his wife's hut, for he is afraid that she, in a fit of revenge, will still be able to unleash her wrath on the innocent inhabitants of Stardew Valley. If this happens, he will never forgive himself.
Sebastian has always loved watching the sea, but swimming in the sea - no thanks. One unpleasant incident in childhood, in which he almost drowned in sea water, discourages the desire to swim even in adulthood.
A huge crowd of people is what Leah fears the most, because she knows many true stories when an uncontrollable crowd in a panic can accidentally knock a person to the ground and trample.
Once Pierre visited an exhibition of vintage dolls in Zuzu city with his wife and said to himself: never again. Why dolls? He himself cannot answer.
Snakes for Marnie. And it doesn't matter if they're poisonous or not. Just the sight of a snake makes her break out in a cold sweat.
Abigail is a brave girl, but spiders have always been her weakness. And the fact that there are monster spiders in the mines... Brrr!
No one argues that good-natured Emily loves animals very much, but the sight of a huge predator like a bear or a pack of wolves causes her only piercing fear. And no wonder, these are wild animals.
For Jodi, it's the fear of food poisoning. An even greater fear is that you will be poisoned by your own cooked food. Even more - if her husband and sons were poisoned at the same time. She always checks five times to see if there are any accidental insects or something else in the dough or in the soup.
Who would have thought that Elliott has signs of lyssophobia. Although he is a very creative and philosophical person, among such people there are often individuals who are afraid to go crazy.
More than once or twice Demetrius refused Sebastian and Mary to have a puppy in the house. And this is not because he is harmful, but because he is terribly afraid of them (the dogs, not the kids).
George is afraid of what is inevitable and, sooner or later, will come to everyone without exception - old age.
It's not for nothing that Robin scolds her husband strongly when he almost set a fire in their house due to an unsuccessful experiment - the prospect of being burned alive in an inexorable flame in his own house scares the town carpenter the most. She treated the wood of their house for the sake of seriousness to minimize the possibility of a fire.
Maru can't stand honey, and that's because honey is the sweet nectar from honeycombs, one of the triggers of her trypophobia.
Sea sirens strike terror into the heart of every sailor, and Willy is no exception. An insidious angelic voice that cannot be resisted will pull you and your ship to the bottom, to be eaten by fish. Some mermaids are kind, but the old sea wolf knows what these sea demons can be.
There is no greater nightmare for Alex than the return of his biological father to the Pelican Town.
Somehow, I got the feeling that Lewis has signs of technophobia. All these gadgets, computers and newfangled smartphones cause him irritation, and then fear when he is forced to use one of them.
Poor Evelyn's heart was broken when she buried her daughter, and she fears more than anything that she will have to bury her grandson too... No mother/grandmother should bury their precious children.
The fear of tall objects, buildings, statues is one of the reasons why Gus decided to settle in a calm Valley, and not work as a cook in a huge metropolis.
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marley-manson · 5 months
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Comrades in Arms has so much gender role stuff going on and I'm very into it.
Brief preamble, masculinity and femininity aren't 'traits that men have' and 'traits that women have,' they're socially prescribed attributes that can vary from society to society and are forcibly assigned to men and women. I feel like I should mention this because in addition to good things I describe a few pretty negative things as feminine and that's because they are. Because most societies, especially 50s military society, want women to have traits such as passivity. Not because they're inherent to men and women.
So anyway, I'm just gonna dive right in. A lot of Hawkeye and Margaret's bickering in the first episode revolves around Hawkeye not being masculine enough. Margaret calls him a coward when he doesn't press forward through the shelling, Margaret gets angry when he can't fix the jeep ("How can a grown man be so mechanically incompetent?"), and she asks, "What kind of man are you?" in the next scene.
Hawkeye's attitude in return is wry self-awareness. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go into a mild panic," after the coward remark. Pretending to know what he's doing with the jeep with an exaggerated casualness ("Oh sure :) no problem :) I'll have this thing going in no time :)") before kicking it and then going "that's this right?" when she tells him to open the hood. Singing a jingle and joking that it's a civil war marching song and he's just trying to be military. And my favourite, Hawkeye's answer to Margaret's what kind of a man are you is, "Certainly not a serviceman," followed by, "There's a YMCA over here. Act like you got a moustache," and topped off with calling the hut he found "cute." There's also a moment where he is aware of something military (strategic significance of the hut), which surprises Margaret, and he pointedly downplays it by claiming he saw it in a movie.
My point being that the vibe is Margaret being consistently irritated that Hawkeye isn't performing a certain kind of military-flavoured masculinity, and Hawkeye knowing it and poking fun at her frustration. Margaret wants Hawkeye to be more military and more masculine in ways that go hand in hand, Hawkeye is resistant to that and plays up the opposite, both to bug her and because it's more genuine for him. He doesn't know how to fix a jeep, he is scared of bombs, he does cruise at YMCAs, etc
There's the fun scene with the debris and Hawkeye's injured leg, where they begin the sequence with Hawkeye on top of Margaret, shielding her, and Margaret mistaking Hawkeye's injury for an innuendo when he says he can't get off of her. Then they swap positions when Margaret examines and dresses the wound in his leg, complete with deliberate innuendo this time ("Margaret, there's no time for that now, look at my wound.") Which again, kinda highlights, advertantly or in, Hawkeye being more comfortable the less he has to conform to masculine standards. Not literally ofc, Hawkeye's obviously got no problem fucking women lmao, but as a joke that serves as a continuation of this gender role stuff I think it's fun and works well.
You can make a case that they start to get along when Margaret acts more accepting of Hawkeye's nonconformity. When Hawkeye says he's tough when he refuses morphine for the stitches and Margaret sarcastically says "uh huh," before he starts screaming. When Margaret opens up to him about the letter when he finally asks sincerely and Hawkeye listens and tries to be as genuinely supportive as he can. And when they start making out after Hawkeye commiserates with her about being scared and joins her in screaming his head off about the shelling.
The next morning this gets exaggerated in an interesting way. In the first half Margaret was outwardly tough and cold the majority of the time, insisting they drive through the shelling instead of running back where they came, checking the jeep herself, arming herself before going to bed. Even when telling Hawkeye about the letter, she insisted she was fine and that she prides herself on being able to adjust to anything. Hawkeye may not be masculine, but she is.
When they wake up, she's the opposite. Warm and affectionate, exaggerating her femininity in some ways (insisting on "making breakfast," fishing for compliments on her looks by being self-depricating, sudden passivity when they see a North Korean soldier and she irrationally insists they'll be fine and he won't come in), and emotionally "open" to the point of blatantly lying about or at least exaggerating how she feels (eg saying she loves his sense of humour after not getting a joke and before castigating him for making too many jokes a few scenes later).
She's playing an overly feminine role that doesn't suit her, but that she sees as the natural state of affairs for a man and a woman in a relationship, and she tries to shove Hawkeye into the appropriate type of masculine counterpoint. Most egregiously while treating him like one of her soldier boyfriends while she's panicking about being discovered ("Oh my brave soldier, you're wonderful, you're my inspiration," and, "I love to see a strong man who takes charge like that," lol), but also when she says she'll buy him a new shirt, assuming commitment and monogamy on his part, asking if he ever shaves ("Just my legs," says Hawkeye pointedly.)
Hawkeye is still Hawkeye - unmasculine, unmilitary, unable and unwilling to be the man Margaret invented for him. As he awkwardly goes along with it at first for whatever reason, he constantly looks like he's staring down a poisonous spider, and eventually he starts getting actively sarcastic in response.
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda, after an argument Margaret reverts back to her usual self and drops the feminized roleplaying, and when Hawkeye comes to her tent after the welcome back party, she finds a happy medium in genuine emotional openness, begun and encouraged by Hawkeye.
Essentially this episode explores Margaret's relationship with gender performance with Hawkeye as a counterpoint and, in the brief moments when they connect, mainly when they're screaming in terror together and in the last pre-tag scene, a parallel. Margaret starts off the episode as her usual masculine of centre, closed off, brusque self to Hawkeye's pointedly feminine-of-centre, emotionally open self. Halfway through, to Hawkeye's terrified bewilderment, she puts on a performance of femininity that doesn't reflect how she really feels, and in no way complements Hawkeye's gender expression, which isn't masculine enough to suit her and not saccharinely feminine enough to parallel her.
But at the end she finds she can still be herself, while adopting a little of Hawkeye's more healthy femininity in her newfound attempt to be emotionally open, and that's the place where she and Hawkeye click as friends. When they're sharing their feelings and commiserating and supporting each other. When she's not trying to be something she's not, and not trying to force or berate Hawkeye into being something he's not, and they can both just be a little gender non-conforming in their own ways that complement each other.
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beanswrites · 1 year
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The Arcana Headcanons Part 11: The Main 6 holding your hand
Heyy, guys!! What's up?? I know it's been a hot minute since I did anything Arcana related, but I'm back!
I think this is a request for @bluhame, but I can't find the ask in which they requested this, unfortunately :(( Bluhame, if this is not your request, sorryyy and more of your requests will be out soon!
Hope you like these! More coming soon! Requests are always open, so send an idea if you have one!! :))
Tags: the arcana, the arcana visual novel/mobile game, the arcana main 6, headcanons, everyone is a simp because i said so, fluff, asra alnazar, julian devorak, nadia satrinava, muriel, portia devorak and count lucio
Warnings: none
Word count: about 150 words for everyone
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Asra Alnazar ☾︎:
He's very comfortable with holding your hand, and in fact, likes to do it very often. He thinks your touch is very soft, and just cant resist without feeling your silky skin. The magician has no shame, so it doesn't really matter when or where it is, he just want to hold your palms in his.
Holding your hand to him is so much more than just a sweet gesture. Since he almost lost you forever once, he know almost needs to feel you presence everywhere you go. Plus, when he is indeed holding your palm, he cast little colorful spells to intertwine with his and your fingers, just to make you smile. God, he loves you.
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Julian Devorak ♥︎:
Julian was very confused but also overwhelmed with happiness the first time you held hands. He never wanted to let you go! The doctor tried to hide his rosy cheeks, failing miserably. Even though he loves to do it, it is a little hard for you to intertwine hands because of the height difference.
Not really a fan of PDA, but will hold your hand if you're on a walk. Prefers to do it at home, where he can freely scratch your arms and kiss your shoulder while holding your smaller hands in his. When you are outside, though, he rubs your palms with his thumb reassuringly, even when he isn't talking to you, just to show you that he loves you.
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Nadia Satrinava ♔︎:
Nadia is an absolute sucker for your touch, and more importantly, her touch on you. Her favorite parts of the day are the ones where she can have you nested in her arms, touching and carassing and kissing every single milimiter of your warm skin. However, that can't be her reality all of the time - her busy schedule ruins it for her. So, she'll take any type of intimacy she can get - which is often just holding your hand.
When the graceful countess has time for some proper hand-holding, it's usually during your strolls trough the royal gardens. She likes to hold both of your soft palms and slowly, very gently, kiss each knuckle. Nadi shows great care to the hands that hold her when she's at her lowest.
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Muriel ❁:
The hut man doesn't like any type of PDA at all. However, holding you, any part of you, may be his favorite thing to do in the entire world. Just.. In private. He holds your hands once you're nested on his chest in the hut, playing with your fingers and gently stroking your forearms. Times when he hold your hands which are not in the comfort of your own home are very rare, but mostly happen either on your walks through the forest or sometimes, very rarely, when you're walking in town.
One of the reasons why he's so against PDA is because he's scared of hurting you. Because of the very obvious size difference and his undeniable strength, he was scared of accidentally making you hurt in any way. You reassured him many times, however he was still hesitant. Now, he knows that you feel safe with him and that you'll be okay, as long as he's gentle.
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Portia Devorak ☼︎:
Unlike Muriel, Portia is very enthusiastic about having you near her and touching you. Just like her countess, the energetic red-head loves holding your hand throughout the day, however she doesn't care who sees. It could be Muriel, her own brother, Nadia, heck, even the Godly Arcana - she's going to be holding your hand.
When she does, which is almost all day every day, she keeps pressing quick pecks everywhere, from the tips of your fingers to your wrist. Intertwining her chubby fingers with yours, making sure that absolutely everyone in the palace knows that she's yours and you are hers. Since the first time she's held hands with you, she knew she wanted to be holding your hand for the rest of your lives.
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Montag Morgasson/Count Lucio ♕︎:
Lucio actually got offended the first time you wanted to hold his hand. Because, how dare you ask such a bizzare thing of the Count! It might have also been because holding hands (and affection of any kind, for that matter) was still very new to him. Once he realized that holding hands is about trust and love for someone, he wanted to hold your hands too.
And now, that he's used to it? Lucio became almost a menace from how much he loves holding your hand. Everywhere you go, every ceremony and banquet you attend, he has to have you close to him, and the best way to ensure that is by intertwining your fingers with his.
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journey-to-the-au · 8 months
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Ficlet: The Morning After
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Another short little ficlet - this time about Six Eared Macaque's morning after with the poor hermit's granddaughter. And how long this has been going on.
WARNING: SUGGESTIVE, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MANIPULATION
The days on the mountain of Flowers and Fruit, vaunted for its beauty and peace, had bore naught but suffering and frustration for the six eared simian - from day one and even now into his punishment. Could he be blamed trying to find succor for his needs and desires? He thought not no matter the ireful stares of the apes from the troupe, how even from a distance huddled in their whispers he could hear their cantankerous words, the venom they had for him was substantial and even then he couldn’t blame them for having it given his actions. He just didn’t regret such actions.
But hearing their words day in and day out, fighting the urge to think of violence upon them for the fact that his guts would twist and the bands of gold strewn about his body would make his limbs ache and grow heavy…it started to wear on him. And soon grew to a constant irritation when several hundred years had passed.
Before the brat had arrived, he had desperately sought an outlet for his entertainment and need for power.
At first it had been annoying the old man who lived in a little wooden hut at the fringes of the mountain, far enough to not worry the troupe, but close enough to visit with the swiftness of traveling through the trees. The macaque often jeered at the elderly human, flashing his teeth after cooing and hooting the way playful youngsters would when begging for food. It was fun to scare him and see the human’s eyes widen past the rolls of weathered wrinkles that made up his features.
But then one day, the man had a new visitor. Normally it was a couple, a young man and woman. Now it was a younger, different woman who doted on him in his growing fragility and helped as best she could around the hut. The macaque often observed how the younger members of the troupe would scurry eagerly to chatter and chirp at her, begging for freshly peeled fruit or nuts she had baked in a little oven made of dirt and clay. 
It was pathetic to watch the youngsters grovel so, but he had expected no less. 
The woman however stayed at the forefront of his interests.
The six eared macaque cared less for humans than he did for the troupe, on the instinctive animal bias that humans, whatever jobs they made up for themselves in a universe that demanded nothing of them, tended to be very stupid, at least in his opinion. But they were naive and useful, which made them a good tool for his needs at best and entertaining on a dull day. It also helped that this human was at least easier on the eyes than the shriveled husk of a man who had already lived most of his life, by no means pretty by the standards of a monkey but he didn’t mind looking at her which must have meant there was at least some merit to her looks.
Her attitude didn’t hurt either. Sweet and far too trusting, the interest she piqued in him soon turned to a hunger he hadn’t felt in far too long. 
A hunger the gluttonous and greedy creature desperately wanted to satisfy if only to distract himself from the mind numbing existence he had found himself in with this seemingly endless ‘punishment’.
It hadn’t been hard to grab her attention.
He reveled in the idolization that humans had with celestials and especially in the ones that were ‘attractive’ - his luck turned bright and brilliant solely for the fact that this sweet specimen happened to be a romantic. It only took one look at the manufactured face he’d carved from his own hide and magic, one look at him to make her pupils bloom and her features flush pink. With his ears he could even hear the frantic flutter of her heartbeat.
But he couldn’t blame her, the glamor was one of his finest. Second only to the one he’d created when he had tried and failed to impersonate Wukong.
He had decided for an extra layer of safety to not pick the face of a specific celestial, it wouldn’t matter as long as they were attractive enough to disarm someone’s defenses. Long dark hair, almond shaped eyes, sharp features, things that seemed to make human women melt. The rest was just for show and flock. Robes of silvery silk that shone like moonlight on the backs of seabound dragons and moved with the same grace at the slightest breeze, lined with threads of sapphire that glinted in the light and blossomed into intricately sewn designs of orchid blossoms and ancient, twisted peach trees along the hem of his clothing. A horsehair whisk in one hand to denote some standing of authority and intelligence and a hair needle of obsidian tipped at both ends with jade to tie up his hair. 
It all spoke of royalty and power. Someone not to be tampered or toyed with.
And made it almost disgustingly easy to manipulate her once the proper introductions were done.
Through her he managed to get fine cuts of food, prepared sweet breads and buns, sliced fruit that had been candied with boiled sugarcane, all in the name of ‘offerings’ to a celestial that had deigned in his great ‘kindness’ to visit this lowly peasant woman. Who subsequently only visited whenever her grandfather wasn’t in the hut.
It made things easier for him. 
Especially when his tastes grew beyond offerings of food.
No old man around to do pesky things like telling her to be ‘careful’. Especially after he pleaded with oh so saccharine tones to keep their visits a secret or; ‘Heaven itself would punish his love’, some overly romanticized tripe that she ate up with the unfettered ease of a bear suckling honey from the broken combs of a hive.
Every visit with her, when not under the eyes of the troupe, had become easier to navigate and turn to his advantage.
Every time he spoke or laid with her, it became easier to find out what words sweetened her favor of him, what touches she responded to the best, which length of embrace was the most comfortable for her and him alike that wouldn’t give away a tuft of fur or a flash of fang that dared to peek past the masquerade he’d made for himself when he got too excited. Or too hungry.
These visits had helped the macaque in easing most of his tension so he wouldn’t bundle upon murderous intentions, but it also helped him get items from outside the mountain. Items that were either for his enjoyment or, as of recently, for plans in the making…
Last night was no different. In fact it had been the most important piece of the plan that he required and thanks to her, he only had a few steps left.
Spending the night with her had simply been bonus titillation, a relief from playing grandfather to the doe-eyed little fool that constantly wanted his attention and praise. A scenario he had power over and was the one receiving praise and he lapped it up happily, as content as bumblebees in spring time. 
The morning sun had enhanced that feeling as the warm, wispy fingers of dawn danced over his eyes and the initial frown at being awoken had melted away when he felt the familiar form the young woman pressed into him happily and thankfully for him, still asleep. He’d learned quickly to know when to wake before she did so he wouldn’t have to deal with the dreaded whisperings of soft romance she so deviously tried to plant in his heart, he would not foster such growth in his chest and often tried to make himself scarce.
But he would admire her from time to time before he did.
The novel fancy of someone so delicate being so close to him, her contented face aglow in the mellow tones of morning and the sunlight glinting off her dark hair like fresh copper from a furnace…he could only be this close to her and the boy. They trusted him. 
It made him want to prize open dark thoughts and fancies, made him want to relieve bitter passions and desires. It took all his will sometimes not to sink fangs into flesh, to shake them in his mouth like some fitful hunting hound with the loose body of some long dead rabbit, to slake that irrepressibly urge to hurt. To maim. To kill. 
But when such thoughts dared to raise their head, the glamored bonds around his neck, wrists and ankles would grow heavy, his stomach would twist and he’d feel terribly ill again as his brain was set buzzing with images. With thoughts and feelings pressed upon him that weren’t his own. Fear and loathing all welled inside of him and made his body ache with bruises that didn’t bloom on the flesh but instead settled deep in the bones and made him feel like charred wood that would snap at the slightest movement.
So he repressed it. He kept it all down and instead of screams of pain and the taste of crimson iron drowning his gullet and filling his pouch, he instead took to the soft and yielding noises pressed to his glamoured skin, the shivering soft flesh and eyes that looked at him with such adoration. It wasn’t close to the pleasure of killing, but it made do.
As the thoughts and memories became clearer he was slowly more aware that he was wasting time he could be using to get away.
His eyes casting over the basket filled with blooms that rivaled the blueness of the midday sky and he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit giddy. Maybe even delighted for the first time in so long. 
‘Just a few more days and I can be free of this place.’ His mind churned with thoughts that made him shudder ever so faintly, the distant call of freedom more alluring to him than the soft sleeping flesh that curled up next to him. 
Once freed of the soft clinging hands and arms that entwined around him loosely in her slumber, he stood and eyed her frame, with delicacy that surprised even him he draped her clothing gently across her frame. He couldn’t have her catching a cold, there was always the chance this could all go wrong and he’d need her again…but what if this went right and this would be the last time he’d see her?
He frowned at the flinch in his chest at this knowledge as he bent to scoop the basket, looking over her again for a moment or two.
When had that thought bred itself into his mind?
Did some part of him dare imply he might miss this flighty little thing?
He suppressed a growl that bubbled up in the back of his throat, fingers dug deep into the woven wood of the basket’s rim as he restrained himself. Of any anger or irritation that might spark the hidden golden bands into life and cause him to topple like a rootless tree. 
She was human. A means to an end. Something to relieve his anger and frustrations, to actually have power for once amidst this festering punishment that wore on his mind with every passing year. 
He didn’t care for her.
He couldn’t care for her.
The fleeting idea to jeopardize himself and snuff this problem out at the source was enough to make his right arm seize slightly with prickling pain, like head had scoured him suddenly or something had tried to rip the fur from his limb. He pushed the thought aside and then began to make his way into the undergrowth and away from the peacefully sleeping woman, to leave her alone in the morning yet again…
And once more, like always when this happened, he ignored how bitterly familiar it all felt to him. Like the dull whisper of a memory that not even time could erase from his mind.
Still...at least the other memories of last night would satisfy him for a day or two until the real fun could begin.
And he'd finally get his revenge on Wukong and his accursed family.
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AO3: Chapter 04
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Summary: Unlike you nobles, we villagers are not heartless and we help people.
It was past midnight. The blizzard had stopped and the stars appeared in the sky. The little boy while sleeping on the straw bed slowly rolled and fell from the bed to the floor.
*Thud*
The sound of his body hitting the hard, wooden floor echoed in the attic. Yuma, who was still half asleep, slowly opened his eyes feeling pain on his back and got up and sat on the floor. He noticed that he had fallen off the bed and patted his back to ease the pain.
Yuma: Ahhh... it hurts.
Yuma, who had just woken up, noticed that Yui was not on the bed. He searched around to find Yui but Yui was not in the room. Yuma sat on the straw bed and looked out the window. The blizzard had stopped, which made Yuma calm down a bit. He thought to himself that Yui might be with her father.
Yuma hurried down the stairs to the fireplace. where the old man is sleeping slowly on his armchair. Yuma carefully checked around the hut, but there was no sign of Yui.
Yui's absence made Yuma worry. He quickly left the hut and went to the old warehouse behind the hut, and seeing that horrible scene, he became more worried. Yuma immediately realized the situation and hurried into the hut to put on some warm clothes and grab a lantern and go to find her.
Yuma glanced at the old man who was still sleeping peacefully. He decided not to wake him up so that the old man would not worry more. Worrying will only make his health worse. Looking at the fire in the fireplace that was getting dimmer by the minute, Yuma hurried outside to find Yui.
*TIMESKIP*
The little boy is sitting on the frozen lake and does not dare to move even a bit. Because the lake may break at any moment and he may drown. The boy who found a little girl was looking at her with pleading eyes.
Shu: Please... I'm begging.... help me.
Yui, who was looking at the little boy in astonishment and asked who he was and how he got out of here, quickly ran away from the lake to find a tall stick and help the boy before the lake broke.
Yui searched around until she found a wooden branch that was long and thick enough to help the boy and save his life.
Yui quickly returned to the lake. The boy who was standing a few meters away from her looked at Yui with tear filled eyes which showed that he was very scared. Without wasting time, Yui extended the branch to him.
Yui: Don't be afraid... just hold this stick tightly and try not to shake it too much.
Shu: How can I not move?
Yui: Just raise your hand. Try not to move your body.
Shu nodded in approval and reached out to grab the stick. The distance was a little too far and it was difficult for him to reach the wood.
Shu: It's too far... I can't.
Yui: Try harder.
Shu stretched his hand towards the wood again when he suddenly realized that the lake was cracking. His eyes widened and he panicked, and every moment he thought his work was over. He started crying again.
Realizing the dangerous situation, Yui stretched out her little hand further and tried to calm the boy and give him hope to try harder.
Yui: Listen to me. You don't need to panic. Try to be calm.
Shu: ..... but... but....
Yui: Don't worry. Just do whatever I say. Be sure that nothing bad will happen.
Shu: What should I do?
Yui: Lie on your stomach and try to slowly move forward until your hand reaches the branch.
Shu was surprised by Yui's words. But he had no choice but to do it. The crack was getting bigger and bigger every moment and it was possible that the lake would break and drown at any moment. Shu did according to Yui's words and lay down on his stomach and crawled forward very slowly. After much effort, his hand finally reached the branch, and as soon as he held the branch firmly in his hand, Yui pulled him out of the lake. Just before the ice of the lake broke, Shu escaped and fell on the snow.
Shu was panting while lying on the snow and trying to keep his composure. He was very scared. And for the first time, he felt that he really needed his mother to calm him down. Until he felt a caress on his head. Shu felt that he no longer needed anyone to comfort him. This caress was enough for him. When he looked carefully, he noticed that the girl who saved him was sitting next to him and caressing him.
Yui very gently caressed the boy she saved. She didn't know if it would help the boy or not. She only knew that he was very scared and needed help.
Yui: Don't worry. You are safe now.
Shu looked at the girl's face. At that moment, when he was in the middle of the lake, he could not see the girl's face well because it was dark, but now he can easily see her. She was very beautiful. He blushed. She was just like the angels and Shu tried to wipe his tears. He didn't want to look weak in front of the girl who saved him.
Shu: Thank you... for saving me.
Yui: Please don't be afraid anymore and be calm.
Just when Shu was calm, the wolf howl was heard. Hearing the sound of wild wolves, Yui immediately realized that they were close and grabbed the boy's hand tightly and helped him up.
Yui: The wolves are close. We must hide together.
Shu: Where?
Yui: Don't panic. There is a cave near here. We go there.
Yui started running while holding the hand of the strange boy and the boy followed behind her. After a few minutes, two children reached the cave and both of them entered the cave and sat by the entrance.
Icicles were hanging from the cave and some of them were dripping. The little boy who was sitting quietly in a corner was looking at the little girl who was restless and constantly moving around the cave.
Shu: What are you doing?
Yui: I have to find firewood. Otherwise, my father and my best friend will freeze from the cold.
Shu was very impressed by the little girl. She was very brave and smart. If it wasn't for her intelligence, Shu would have sunk by now. And although she looked much smaller than Shu, she was apparently very determined and strong. With her young age and small stature, she was thinking of helping her family, which made Shu a little jealous. Shu admired the little girl with a soft smile.
After searching for a few minutes, the little girl finally managed to find a bunch of dry firewood in the cave and screamed happily.
Yui: Hooray... I finally found it. I knew Yuma always kept firewood here for emergencies.
Shu: Who is Yuma?
Yui: He is my best friend. This is our cave. In a way, this is our hiding place.
Shu: Is he your brother?
Yui: Fufu... No. He is not my brother. I have no siblings. But it doesn't matter because I have Yuma and I love him more than anyone else. He is very strong and promised to be my friend and protect me forever.
Hearing Yui's words, he couldn't help but feel jealous. He always wished to have a true friend. Although unlike the little girl, he had a big family and had five brothers, he never felt happy with them. His brothers only hurt and upset him.
While Shu was lost in his thoughts, the little girl lit some firewood to warm themselves and return home after the wolves were gone.
Yui sat next to Shu facing the fire and put her hands forward to warm herself. When she looked at him, she realized that all his clothes were torn and it was clear that he had fallen badly and was injured.
Yui took off her cloak and threw it on the boy's shoulders. The young boy, who did not expect such a move from her, blushed and looked at her with wide eyes. He was stunned. Because she was a very small girl and it was hard for her to bear the cold. But she was so kind and generous that she gave him her warm clothes.
Yui gently ran her hand over the young boy's face and caressed the wound on his cheek.
Yui: Does it hurt?
Shu: No.... not much.
Shu blushed at Yui's actions. But in his heart, he wanted Yui to love him more and more. This is the first time that someone loves him from the bottom of their heart. Even though this little girl doesn't know him yet. All the ladies and girls of the palace complimented him just to get attention, but this girl had real love and kindness and she was giving it all to the young boy. Shu wished that this moment would never end.
Yui: What is your name?
Shu: I... I'm Shu. what is your name?
Yui: Fufu... My name is Yui.
The little girl smiled sweetly at the young boy and continued to caress his cheek. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the blood from the young boy's wound and gave him a sweet smile again that was even brighter than the last time. Shu was stunned by the beautiful and cute face of the little girl who was like an angel.
Yui: You are not from our village. Right?
Shu: No, I'm not. But how do you know?
Yui: Well, I know all the people in the village, but I have never met you before.
The two children were engrossed in conversation and looked in each other's innocent eyes in the darkness of the cave until a voice caught their attention.
???: Yui? Yui? Do you hear my voice? You are here?
A light could be seen from outside the cave and a familiar voice could be heard. Hearing his voice, Yui got up and went to the mouth of the cave. The flicker of light was getting closer and closer until it finally reached the cave. The young and tall boy was holding a lantern in his hand and was calling his friend's name.
Yuma approached the cave and saw Yui there, quickly ran to the cave and hugged Yui tightly. So tight that Yui could barely breathe.
Yuma: Thank God you are fine. Yui, I was very worried about you.
Yui also hugged Yuma. Yui's small body was drowned in Yuma's big arms and felt safe and calm. Two children were drowning in each other's arms when the young boy watched them and felt a little jealous.
Yuma: You stupid girl. Why did you come out without telling me? What if the blizzard killed you? What if the wolves attacked you?
Yui: I'm really sorry. But I couldn't let you and papa freeze to death. I had to find firewood.
Shu felt ashamed to hear that Yui only came out for firewood in the dangerous blizzard. He thought about how prosperous his family is and how comfortable their lives are, but the people of the village have to endure such suffering just to warm themselves. Because this blizzard was very dangerous and could kill a girl as young as Yui.
Yuma: How are you? Didn't you get hurt?
Yuma was checking Yui's body to make sure she was unharmed when he noticed a young boy in the cave.
Yuma: Who is that?
Yui: Oh... his name is Shu. He was on the lake and was about to drown. I helped him.
Yuma looked at the young boy sitting by the fire, his face scarred. Yuma notices that he is wearing Yui's cloak. That's why he took off his coat and gave it to Yui to warm her up. Yuma went near the boy and sat next to him, and Yui joined them.
Yuma: Are you hurt?
Shu: Just a little. But I'm fine.
Yuma looked at the boy's torn clothes. Although they were torn, they looked very expensive.
Yuma: You came from the king's palace?
Shu felt ashamed. He didn't want the two children to find out about his true identity because they might change their behavior towards him and Shu didn't like that. He wanted Yui to be friendly with him again. Until he noticed Yui's soft smile.
Yui: Maybe he is one of the nobles who live in the palace. Only nobles wear such expensive clothes.
Shu: Yes... Yes... I am from a noble family.
Yuma: So what are you doing here?
Shu: I ran away.
Yuma and Yui stared at Shu with wide eyes. They could not believe that he had given up his life in the palace and decided to run away.
Yuma: You're so weird.
Yuma stood up and put the remaining firewood on his shoulder and took Yui's hand and lifted her up.
Yuma: Be quick, Yui. We have to go home. Otherwise, your father will worry about us.
Yui: But Yuma, we can't leave Shu-san alone here. He is lost and has no home. We have to help him.
Yuma looked at Yui who was trying to defend the strange boy. Yuma didn't trust the boy because he could never trust nobles, but when he looked at him, he realized that even though he was a noble, he needed help.
Yuma: Okay. Oi you skinny boy. Hurry up and follow us.
Shu: I can come with you?
Yuma: Of course you can. Unlike you nobles, we villagers are not heartless and we help people.
Yui was overjoyed and rushed over to Shu, holding his hand and helping him up. While holding his hand, she went towards Yuma, and Yuma was burning with jealousy when he saw this scene. He immediately grabbed Yui's hand and pulled her towards him.
Yuma: But if you want to come, there is a rule. And that is that you don't have the right to get close to her or touch her. I am the only one who is allowed to hold her hand.
Yui: Yuma? Why?
Yuma: As I said. You have to listen to me, you understand? Because I am now angry with you for coming out of the house without permission. So don't make me more angry.
Yui: Oh... ok...
Yuma: Good. So take my hand now. Oi skinny boy, follow us.
The children started to move and left the cave. Yuma and Yui were walking in front holding each other's hands and Shu was following behind them. Although Yuma was not as kind to him as Yui, Shu still felt friendly towards him. Even though the two children did not know him, they helped him and decided to take him to their home.
Shu felt good and was smiling. For the first time in his life, he found people who love him. Shu wished to never return to the palace and stay with those two kind children forever.
Shu: Hey... Yuma-kun.
Yuma: What?
Shu: Thank you very much for helping me.
Yuma looked at the young boy and realized that he truly thanked him from the bottom of his heart. Something that Yuma never expects from the nobles because he always considered them selfish and arrogant people.
Yuma: Well, you shouldn't thank me. Thank Yui.
Shu: I owe her. She saved my life.
Yui gave the boy a warm smile.
Yui: Don't worry Shu-san. You are safe with us. We will help you.
The children continued to move along the snowy path and went towards the hut.
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myam3712 · 1 year
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Izogie X Reader
The first time I met her I knew that I would never be able to forget her. Izogie; this name only Is enough to make me lose my mind and drop all pride.
My hand slowly get closer to my private parts as I close my eyes, trying to remember her face. Her, smiling gently , looking at me with this bossy look that makes chills going through my body.
I slowly start to rub my little ball of pleasure as I imagine her hand doing it instead; this makes me sigh softly while the pleasure takes over, I then get a Little bolder in my thoughts and imagine her tongue running through my body, tasting me with passion while slowly moving her hand from my clitoris to my vulva that she stroke gently as if this was something precious that she was scared to break.
The sighing started to sound more like little moans as my hand started to move a little faster, nourished by my indecent thoughts.
- Y/n !
Scared, I jumped while covering myself as I immediately took off my hands from my intimate parts.
This voice, it was her, Izogie.
- Y…yes ?
My heart was beating so fast, not only because I was very scared of being discovered doing such things but also because I still had this feeling of her touching me as if she was really doing those things to me. I tried covering myself as fast as possible when i heard her entering my hut. She looked beautiful, more than thousands of my imaginations. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I heard that you plan to join us
- Yes …
- I told you that it was a bad idea, you don’t know how to fight
- I do !
- You don’t
I roll my eyes as i look away pissed by her answer
- I want to be like you
- You can’t
- Why not ?!
- You can’t fight
- I can ! and i will prove you
While speaking I walk to the door showing her the way out. It was true that I would have appreciated speaking to her more but right now wasn’t the right moment, and to be honest, I was also a little mad at her.
Following me with her gaze, she lift an eyebrow when she sees me stopping next to the door and as if she didn’t understand the meaning of this act, she sits on my bed and keeps talking, which makes me sight and roll my eyes a second time.
- Prove me ? How ? You can’t even win against Fumbe , and she is the weakest of all
- I didn’t know you had a hobby of talking bad about your trainees.
- Stop it
- Stop what ?! Why are you even here Izogie ?!
- To stop you from doing something stupid
I can tell by the sound of her voice that me screaming irritated her, but she was holding it in and answered me calmly while staring at me bluntly. I was annoyed, pissed , I wanted to punch her irritatingly beautiful face but I don’t think that I would be able to face the consequences, so I held it in.
- Well you wasted your time so now leave please
- Y/n you …
- Leave !
She stayed silent for a moment, which scared me a little, then she slowly stood up and left without a word .
It was the last time I saw her
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The Hanged Man. Art by Nara Lesser, from Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot.
I have a feeling a lot of people think they know The Red Shoes, and maybe more know the dance movies or newer stories built around it but haven’t actually read the Hans Christian Andersen original?  So let’s just establish that it is waaaaay more moralistic than you probably think.  In general, if you assume an HCA story ends with someone repenting and going to heaven, you’re going to be right more often than not.
But basically, little orphan girl gets adopted by rich old practically blind woman; gets shiny red shoes (ooooh shocking) thanks to said near-blindness, wears them to church repeatedly (horrors!!!!!).   Creepy old soldier at the door of the church offering to dust people’s shoes with his beard (WHAT) taps the shoes and tells them to stick tight while dancing.  Commence involuntary dancing, eek.  They manage to get the shoes off but little Karin juuuuust can’t resist, puts them on again, and dances off into the woods.  Cue disapproving angel, hours or possibly days of exhausted dancing through brush and briar, and finally she ends up at the executioner’s hut begging him to cut off her feet which happily DANCE OFF WITHOUT HER.
There’s some byplay where she repeatedly tries to go to church on her new wooden feet and crutches, and her severed feet turn up to scare her away till she goes to work in the parsonage and repent a bunch more.   Repentance eventually works, she goes to church, and then she dies there and the angel welcomes her into heaven, which is probably not a great time for anyone else in the building that day.
SO.  Why tf did I, a person with real issues about body horror and amputation, and a real disconnect from heavily Christian stories about sin and punishment, pick this?  The Hanged Man needed a story about self-sacrifice, and that’s weirdly not a thing that turns up in fairytales as much as you might think – especially not with the primarily female characters who interest me the most.  The Little Mermaid would have been a good option, but I have PLANS for her, plus I really want to draw her as Black and I am absolutely not putting any BIPOC on a card that references hanging, even tangentially.  Karin also gave me a way to mirror the traditional imagery from the RWS deck – don’t ask me why, I’m not doing it with every card, but for some reason with this one I really wanted to get a similar pose and even some of the colors.
But also, the Red Shoes is one of those stories that really resonates for me as an ex-dancer, and I think for a lot of dancers given how popular the ballet version is.  The feeling of loving to dance and also being hurt by it, being unable to stop even when you desperately need to – that’s a feeling I think a lot of us had.  I know when I eventually did have to stop dancing it was a huge sacrifice of who I thought I was; there was a long mourning process coming to terms with no longer thinking of myself as a dancer first and foremost, and recognizing that the art form that saved me when I was a child was hurting me deeply as an adult.
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"I don't know what scares me more, Dickie. That you invited strangers to Bruce's private stretch of beach for a bonfire, or that they agreed to come." Jason said. They had been hauling logs around for half the day, building what could easily be a small beach hut that they were going to set on fire. Not that Jason was against fires, far from it, but they had only met Jazz and Danny and Dani-with-an-i the day before. Jason would love to get to know Jazz more and figure out why the Green reacts to Danny the way it does, but this seems forward, even for Dick.
"I'm good with people." Was Dick's only answer. 
"You're a class A manipulator, that's  what you are." Jason shot back. 
"Well, you know what they say: "Mansplain, Manipulate, Malewife." Dick hoisted the last log onto the pile and brushed the dirt from his hands. 
"What?" Jason asked, bewildered.
"It's a meme. Don't you ever go on the internet?" 
"Yeah, for research, not memes."
"Oh my gods, don't tell Tim that, you'll break the little nerd's heart." 
"Whatever, what time are they supposed to get here?" Jason asked as they headed back to the beach house.
"They should be here soon. I told them the pizza will be here at eight." Dick checked his watch.  "I bought enough to feed an army of Flashes with enough left for midnight snacks."
"That delivery driver is going to hate you," Jason said with a grin.
"I tipped them 50 percent, so they shouldn't be too mad," Dick said, knocking the sand from his sandals and stepping into the house.
There was a knock on the door and Dick answered to find Danny, Jazz, Dani, and a delivery woman each holding a warming bag. 
“Hey, Dick,” Dani said with a smile. “When you said you were going to have enough pizza to feed an army I thought you were exaggerating.” 
“I never exaggerate about food,” Dick said, thanking the delivery driver and waving everyone in. The delivery person unloaded the pizzas and took her warming bags back. Dick slipped her an extra twenty, which she tried to refuse but Dick slipped it into one of the bags. 
“Richard! Did you remember to order a veggie pizza for me?” Damian asked as he came into the kitchen. Tim almost bowled him over when he stopped dead at the sight of Dani. “Hello, Danielle. It is nice to see you again.”
“Don’t stop in the middle of the walkway brat, Tim said, pushing around Damian to check the pizza boxes. 
“Hey, Dames! I think I saw a veggie and a plain cheese on the order slip,” Dani offered cheerfully. 
“We didn’t know what kind of drinks you liked,” Danny said, setting his backpack down and unzipping it. “So we got a bit of everything.” Danny pulled out three two liters of soda from his backpack and set them on the counter. Jazz set her own bag down and pulled out a jug of sweet tea and a two-liter of lemonade.
“You didn’t have to get anything!” Dick said. “I made juice and tea.” 
“Your tea is too sweet, Dick,” Jason said, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza from one of the boxes and biting into it. “I’d like tea, not diabetes.” 
“Diabeetus.” Danny and Tim said at the same time. They met eyes and both looked away with a blush. 
“Fine.” Dick fake pouted. “Let's eat so we can start the bonfire.” 
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Tim had never been to a bonfire before. He’d been to housefires and fires caused by explosions, some he set off himself, but he’d never really sat in front of a fire for the fun of it. Dick had run off almost as soon as the fire was lit, saying something about going to get marshmallows, but he hadn’t seen his brother since. Dani and Damian were sitting side by side on a log across the fire from him, holding a quiet conversation. Dani laughed at something Damian had said and Damian blushed in response. Jason and Jazz had disappeared pretty quickly, claiming they wanted to go on a walk, but they left holding hands, so Tim figured they wanted some alone time. Danny was sitting on the sand next to him, drawing some intricate symbols in the sand. Tim watched him for a moment, enjoying the heat from the fire. It was a nice contrast from the cool sea breeze blowing across his neck and back.
“What’s that?” Tim asked. Danny froze and a red flush crept up his neck that had nothing to do with the fire. 
“Just, ah. Nothing, really.” Danny said, obliterating the symbols with his hand. “Just, it’s kind of embarrassing.” 
“Is it like a secret code or language or something?”
“No, more like a summoning script,” Danny said. 
“To summon what?” Tim asked. He knew summonings were real, and if Danny was involved in magic, well, that was something the Justice League would be interested in. 
“The Ghost King,” Danny said, waving his hands around in a way that was supposed to be spooky before laughing.
Tim laughed, too. It felt nice. Danny had an easy casualness about him, something Tim couldn’t help but feel drawn to. Danny leaned back against the log Tim was sitting on and stretched his arms out, brushing Tim’s leg as he did so. 
“This is nice,” Danny said, gazing up at the sky. “Back home I don’t have time to just look at the stars anymore.” 
“You can’t see the stars where we live, too much light pollution,” Tim said, gazing up as well. “I never have been able to pick out constellations.” All the bats knew enough about the stars to navigate by them, but picking out shapes from the thousands of stars up there was never Tim’s goal.
“It’s not hard, once you know how to find them,” Danny said, pointing up toward the sky. “In the northern hemisphere, you can always find the Big Dipper. You see those four stars in kind of a square with three more heading off to the side?” Tim looked but he couldn't see where Danny was pointing, so he slid off the log and sat closer to Danny. Just so he could follow his finger as he traced the different constellations in the sky. And if the places where their arms touched burned a little hotter? Well, that was because of the fire.
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“So,” Jason said. He wasn’t sure what to say. Should he bring up the fact that the pit reacts to her brother? Then he’d have to explain the pit to her. Or maybe he should just ask where they are from, and look into it later? That's a normal question, right?
“What brings you to Florida?” Jazz asked before he made a decision. 
“Mandatory Family Bonding Time,” Jason said. “You?”
Jazz laughed, full and loud. Jason was glad it was dark because he didn’t want her to see the heat creeping up his neck. “Our parents are here for a conference. They wanted Danny to come to help them out and I knew if I didn’t come, too, they would make him work all weekend. Then Dani heard about it and invited herself along, too.” 
“Was Dani not invited to begin with?” He wondered aloud. 
“Dani’s not technically our sister, she’s more like a cousin, so she doesn’t live with us.” Jazz said. “But she and Danny are close, they have a lot in common. He feels responsible for her, so he’s always treated her like a little sister.” 
“Do your parents treat her like a daughter?” Jason asked. 
“No, to them she’s a distant cousin.” Jazz looked out toward the ocean, thoughtful. “They aren’t bad parents, but they get caught up in their own work and everything else falls by the wayside.” 
“That's why they were okay with you going to a stranger’s beach house for a late-night bonfire?” Jason asked with a grin. 
“Are you a stranger?” Jazz asked. “I thought we had got to know each other pretty well yesterday.” Jazz stopped walking and turned to face Jason, her hand resting lightly on his chest, looking up at him with those soft teal eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he leaned forward and met her pink lips with his own. 
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds before he pulled away. Before he got too far Jazz pulled him back down into a deeper kiss. One of Jazz’s hands snaked up to rest on his neck, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. He could break free, but why would he want to?
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Damian was used to the heat. Growing up in the desert had made him used to it. He didn’t understand the appeal of a bonfire. Campfires to keep warm and ward off predators, sure. But the fire Grayson had made was too large and required too much wood and put off too much heat to be comfortable. An issue Drake and Fenton didn’t seem to share as they sat cuddled up on the sand. 
“Come on, Dames, let's go before they start kissing,” Danielle said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. They walked hand in hand along the beach. Danielle seemed to have a destination in mind, so he allowed her to lead him. They were quiet for a long time until Danielle broke it. “I’ve never been to the beach before. I’ve been almost everywhere in the country, but I’ve never thought of going to a beach.” 
“Does your family travel a lot?” 
“No, Danny and Jazz have school and jobs.” 
“You don’t have school?” He had been taught everything in the league, but Father still made him go to school. 
“Let's climb up there,” Dani said, pointing to an outcropping of rock. There was an obvious and well-worn trail leading to the top. 
"Who do you travel with, if it isn't your siblings," Damian asked as they started up the trail.
"I go alone, most of the time. Sometimes Cujo comes with me."
"Your parents make your siblings go to school, while you are allowed to travel alone?" Something was wrong with this family if that was the case.
Dani gave him a look over her shoulder that he couldn't quite grasp in the darkness. "You know I'm not actually Danny and Jazz's sister, right? Their parents aren't my parents. My father is their uncle."
"And your father is okay with you traveling alone?" 
"Not exactly, but the less he knows about me and where I am the better. He isn't exactly nice." They had reached the top of the cliff by this point and Dani walked right to the edge overlooking the ocean, unafraid of falling. "It's beautiful." 
Damian couldn't spare a glance at the water, instead, he watched Danielle's face, happy and calm, and made a vow. No harm shall come to Danielle as long as he could prevent it.
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amenders93 · 6 months
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11 Weeks till Chicken Run 2
Some couples start after having some pleasant conversations and spending time together while other couples start having some disagreeable moments and occasionally a big spat before they make up as friends and start to develop feelings for each other. Which is why for the next few weekly posts, we’re going to review the moments with Rocky and Ginger that start with them getting on each other’s nerves before we get to the real good moments that lead to romance.
Let’s pick up where after Rocky wakes up from his coma and meets Ginger, Fowler and all the other hens in the farm. Ginger has assured the others that they’re going to fly over the fence with Rocky teaching them, but unfortunately Rocky’s plans don’t involve sticking around. He heads outside with Ginger following him, trying to convince him to stay and teach them to fly.
Ginger tries to explain their situation to Rocky; the hens here lay eggs day in and day out and when they can’t lay any more, they get killed. Rocky, not showing any interest, just states that it’s a cruel world and she might as well get used to it. He even goes so far as to call her "doll face". Ginger follows him to get his attention, asking him of what part of "they kill us" that he doesn't comprehend. Rocky still doesn't care and simply states that he's got his own set of problems to worry about, commenting that their chicken coop can't be hard to escape from and is going to show how he will. If only he knew how many times the chickens tried to escape but failed miserably.
As he continues to leave, Ginger explains that it's not hard to get one chicken out or even two, but that this is about all of them. That makes Rocky stop in his tracks and question this - Ginger wants to get every chicken in the farm out at the same time. When Ginger answers yes, Rocky comments how she's certifiable and that she cannot pull off a stunt like that because it's apparent suicide. Ginger states that where there's a will, there's a way. Rocky couldn't agree more because "he will be leaving that way" and walks away again.
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Ginger calls after him, pleading him to stay but the rooster just keeps walking. Lo and behold, he spots a van comes driving down the driveway and when the vehicle gets close enough, he gasps and looks petrified as if he recognizes it. Ginger sees the vehicle too but isn't as scared as Rocky is apparently because he then dashes right past her and hides behind one of the huts. She gets closer to the van and sees a man get out and walks to the farmhouse. Then looks back to the vehicle and realizes it's a circus van, and something else too - Rocky is from the circus and he's on the run. When Ginger comments on this out loud, Rocky signals her to be quiet and pulls her behind the hut. After telling her to keep her voice down, he watches as the circus ringmaster rings the doorbell and the Tweedys answer the door.
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Ginger uses her newly discovered information about Rocky to her advantage. She states that she should just turn him in right now, with Rocky saying she wouldn't (or would she). The hen asks him to give her one good reason why she shouldn't; the rooster answers because he's cute. Yes he is, but that's not good enough for our spunky hen. Ginger gives him an innocent look and then squawks loudly.
Rocky quickly grabs her beak to shut her up, asking what kind of crazy chick is she. The rooster practically pleads with her to imagine what would happen if that circus ringmaster finds him; Ginger simply states what he told her earlier - that it's a cruel world. BURN! Rocky is really starting to get annoyed with Ginger, stating he doesn't like her, with her stating that she doesn't care. This clearly shows that our feisty hen doesn't take slack from anyone. Now looks like our dashing rooster is getting a taste of his own medicine.
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Ginger is starting to just as annoyed with Rocky, ordering him to show the chickens how to fly. Rocky reminds her of his broken wing; Ginger suggests that he teaches them instead. The rooster flat out refuses once again; the hen squawks again. He grabs her beak again, telling her that he's not going back to the circus life and that he's a lone free ranger (emphasis of free). She reminds him that that's what the chickens want as well - freedom.
Rocky looks out from the hut again to see that Ginger's squawking has definitely gotten the attention of the humans because Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy are coming to the chicken coop to check it out to look for Rocky for the reward the ringmaster is offering for his return. The rooster starts to panic and Ginger makes him a deal that if he teaches the chickens how to fly, they will hide him. Rocky asks the hen if he refuses to do so; Ginger starts to squawk again with the rooster grabbing her beak again. More annoyed than ever, he angrily asks her if her father was a vulture.
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Ginger moves her wing off her beak and offers him her wing, asking him if they had a deal or not. Rocky looks at Ginger, then back at the Tweedys coming towards the coop, then back at Ginger. He feels he has no choice but to make the deal. Offering her his good wing, she takes it and rushes him across the coop, ducking behind another hut without Mrs. Tweedy noticing. As the woman looks around the huts and barely misses seeing them, Rocky turns to Ginger telling her to make good on her part of the deal. He tries to call her "doll face" again but this time, she grabs his beak and tells him to call her by her real name. Our strong-minded hen clearly doesn't like being called any derogatory names. She knocks on the wall of the hut and she and Rocky are pulled in by two other hens.
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Once the coast is clear, Ginger looks in the hiding place she put Rocky in. She asks if he's comfortable; this is clearly meant to be sarcastic because he doesn't look, or feel, like it at all. The hen uses a shoehorn to help him out; the rooster sarcastically compliments the "hideout", grabbing his broken wing in pain states that he had more room in his egg. Ginger reminds him to keep his end of their deal tomorrow; Rocky assures her that he will teach them all he knows. But for now, it's time for everyone to hit the hay. My guess is Rocky was probably hoping to share a bunk with one of the hens (being the playboy that he is), but those hopes are dashed because the next scene clearly shows he has to share Fowler's bunk. Both roosters are clearly and begrudgingly not satisfied with this arrangement.
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This is the first time that Rocky and Ginger ever had an interaction and it's clearly one of those "not a good first impression" situations. While all the other hens saw his suave and charming side, Ginger saw more of his rude and selfish side. Rocky, on the other hand, finds that even though Ginger is pretty, she is not like other girls he's probably met before. After moments like this, soon-to-be love interests might only bring out the worst in each other rather than their best. But as we all clearly see in movies, things between couples can only get better after they get a little bit worse.
Anyway this is my second weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 10 other posts about the first film coming up in the future as well as 2 monthly posts about the sequel. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer.
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ashura02 · 2 years
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Does anyone still remember that one Muriel fanfic I said I would do ages ago? Well, I started it. And then i never fiished it.
I grew way to self-concious about the whole project in general. I was afraid that my ability to write in english was not enough to write something worth it of being read. I am a good writter in my own native lenguage, but I am a terrible writter in english, and this disparity in ability makes me really self concious about my work.
I also became really afraid of being so open about my kinks. I have a lot of troubles accepting my own sexuality, I feel it's to deviant and disfusting for the common person, that makes me some kind of freak. I didn't even got to write the steamy scenes and I was already afraid that that was going to be the reaction of the public to my work.
I want to fight my insecurities in both fronts so, here is what I have written so far.
Muriel/MC Implied sexual arrousal and sexual themes but nothing explicit so far. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Strenght kink. Muscle kink.
I'll put it under a cut just in case.
It was a cold winter morning, the sun barely started shining through the clouds. The days were getting colder, but Muriel didn’t really mind. His large body was made for the harsher climates farther south. It was Freyja, however, whose body was suffering the most. She might also have had her origins in the south, but she had grown accustomed to the Vesuvian heat, so even if it was too early for Muriel’s taste the fireplace had to be burning for almost the whole day at this point, which made them run out of wood pretty fast.
That same morning, the man got up a little bit earlier to go and search for some logs. He didn’t come back until much later, and the sounds of the wood being cut woke the magician up. She didn’t really pay that much attention to what was happening outside, and instead focused on gathering strength to get up despite the cold. This time, however, a strange noise caught her attention. It was not the familiar sound of the hatchet against the wood, but a much more brutal sound of the wood being split.
When she peeked her head outside of the hut, Freyja found Muriel grabbing a log with his bare hands, trying to split it in half using only his sheer strength. It was a sight to behold, she thought as excitement started to build up in her chest. He was bare chested, and his upper body was completely tense, all his muscles flexed, focused on the task at hand. His arm’s muscles were getting slightly bigger as he had to put more effort, grunting a little bit louder than before. In that moment he seemed almost feral, and Freyja couldn’t help herself but compare him with a bear.
He finally split the log in two halves with a triumphant last grunt, finally being able to relax his body. He then turned around and saw her, hiding behind the door, embracing herself at the sight of her partner’s feat of strength. At that moment she thought her arousal was obvious, and tried to avoid his gaze out of shame. But he did not see arousal in her expression.
Muriel’s darkest thoughts manifested in his mind, and all that he could think about was that he scared her. In his mind, she was afraid, terrified even by his monstrous strength. He looked at himself with disgust, and put the now split log away with anger.
“I’m sorry.” He spat, grabbing his cloak from the ground. “The hatchet broke, I’m heading to the city to get a new one.”
He didn’t even look at her, he turned around and walked into the forest, headed towards the city. Freyja tried to grab his attention to stop him and explain herself, but he did not even look back at her. It was difficult to take him out of that state of mind, especially if he was walking away from her at such speed.
And there she was, hours later in the middle of the day, alone in the hut. Freyja spent the whole time thinking how to approach her apology, to not intimidate him, nor make him feel more guilty. But, what was she going to say? She never really talked with anyone about her little kink, it made her feel ashamed and somewhat disgusted with herself. But at that point it was pretty difficult to deny her growing attraction to a certain aspect of her partner’s body. She could not take her mind away from his big, hulking muscles.
A wet snout brought her back to the present moment. It was Inanna, demanding attention and pets. She seemed to know that something was amiss, since the wolf did not leave the magician's side the whole morning. Freyja gave her some pets, trying to ground herself in the moment. It would be better to just let the words flow naturally instead of forcing a scripted apology, she thought. Following that reasoning, she got to her feet as soon as Inanna left her side and took her embroidering tools to keep working on some projects she had laying around, focusing her attention somewhere else.
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Muriel did not come back until much later, when the light outside the hut was already dyed with orange. He hesitated to open the door, feeling insecure about how to approach the apology. He wanted to say he was sorry for leaving her alone and scared, sorry for scaring her in the first place. Guilt ran through him when he thought about her terrified expression from that morning, but an uncomfortable question popped in his mind every time that same guilt washed away. Was it really fear what he saw in her face? For a split second he thought there was something else instead, curiosity, even perhaps arousal. But that couldn’t be, could it?
If that was true… Then Muriel had to admit to himself that he didn’t know how to feel about it. It made him feel relieved, that’s for sure, because that meant that at the very least she was not scared of him. But he didn’t know how the possibility of arousal made him feel. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. There was a little pool of confidence rising inside of him from that perspective, suddenly he didn’t think of himself as a monster so much…
He tried to take those thoughts out of his mind. That couldn’t be, no one would ever be aroused by a monster like him. It was enough that she did so much as tolerate him as she did.
Muriel took a deep breath, and clutched the package he had under his arm, full of gifts for Freyja. He could only hope that she would forgive him.
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The sound of the door opening startled Freyja, who ended up with a needle stabbing her finger. Innana ran towards the hulking figure that was just casually coming into the hut. "I'm home." Said Muriel, with a shy smile. He bent down to pet the wolf at his feet and left the bag under his arm next to him, on a nearby table. “I brought you something.”
"Welcome back!" Freyja replied enthusiastically, letting her project aside and rushing towards him with a warm smile.
She almost jumped into his arms, relieved to see him again. They both melted together in a warm embrace, both of them feeling calmer against each other. Freyja looked at his forest green eyes and cupped his cheek with a warm smile on her face. She gave him a quick kiss on his lips before departing from his side, his hands lingered on her waist for a little bit longer before letting her go completely.
“What did you bring?” She finally said, looking into the bag with the same enthusiasm of a child on their birthday.
“Nothing much…” He shrugged and proceeded to take off his cloak and other pieces of clothing for comfort.
Freyja inspected the bag thoroughly. She found a piece of her favourite cheese, some mushrooms, a handmade protection charm and thread of a very pretty blue colour that she did not have. They were the type of present Muriel always gifted, and her favourite: small details, practical things that you could use to always remind you of the person who gifted them. She smiled, feeling some fuzzy warmth in her heart.
“Thank you, Bear.” She said, giving him a peck on the cheek to solidify her words.
“It’s nothing…” Blush rose on his face and Freyja tried to not chuckle as she saw his ears turn red.
They prepared dinner together using the cheese and the mushrooms he brought, making an excellent dish to pair up with some toast. They sat at the table and talked about their days casually, as they always did. The domestic tranquillity of the moment almost made Freyja forget what happened that same morning, and what she was so eager to talk about the whole day. Muriel noticed her preoccupied expression and realised that it was time to talk about the incident. He cleared his throat before speaking, with his eyes fixed on one point on the wall, away from her.
“I-I want to apologise, for… Scaring you, this morning…” he said, finally looking at her, a little bit shy and unsure of her reaction
Freyja took a deep breath, she knew what he was going to say, but it made her really sad to see his face and listen to his voice tone. He is the one who is scared now, he's scared of her reaction.
“It’s ok, I wasn’t scared.” She replied with a warm smile. She tried to reach his hand across the table. "I'm not afraid of you, I've never been.”
Muriel frowned, and Freyja wasn’t sure if he was believing her. She took another deep breath and looked him in the eye with confidence, trying to be assertive.
“I saw you this morning… On the door frame, you were…” He tried to explain his point of view, but it was hard for him to talk about it. His mind was racing, going into the worst places it could.
“I was not afraid, trust me.” She reassured him with a warm smile and a little tug on his hand.
He finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye. She was not lying, she would never lie to him, that much he knew for certain. But if it was not fear…
“Then… Why… Why were you recoiling, like… Like that, behind the door frame…?” He managed to ask her, nervous about her answer.
Now it was Freyja’s turn to get flustered and look away. Blush arose on her cheeks as she prepared mentally to confess.
“I was… I was ashamed of you looking at me. I was… Afraid of your reaction… I didn’t know how you would react if you knew that I… Well, that I was aroused, because of what you did with that log.”
She looked at him in the eye once again searching for something, even if that was just a confirmation of disgust towards her. His eyes were closed, but his hand was still firmly grasping her own.
He already thought that could have been a possibility, but he did not expect it to be the actual reality of the situation. Suddenly, everything became much easier and much more complicated all at once.
“Are you… Sure, about that?” He opened his eyes once again and looked back at hers, hesitant.
She nodded vehemently. “Yes, as sure as I can be.“ She added, trying to gain back some confidence. “I actually must confess…” She gathered as much strength as she could to keep talking. “I’ve always found your strength and your… strong body to be very arousing.”
Muriel closed his eyes once more. This wasn’t as much of a surprise to him as he thought it would be, if he thought about it there might have been some hints in the past. Like how she would always grasp his bicep tightly when they were interlocking arms, or how she would vehemently compliment his feats of strength. But having a confirmation… Was confusing. Especially because it clashed with the image he had of himself.
“It was… kind of obvious, I think…” He coughed, unsure of how to proceed.
Freyja chuckled at herself and looked at him with a tiny smile on her lips. “For real?”
Her light chuckle made him smile, and Muriel looked back at her with tenderness in his eyes. He nodded as an answer to her question. “Although I have to admit that I…” he started talking, his expression becoming more serious once more. “I don’t understand… why.” His voice got tainted with sadness as he finished his last sentence. “This is the body of a monster…”
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anerdquemoraaolado · 7 months
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Better Than Expected
Chapter 16
Without many options or possibilities at the moment, Spider ended up being in the house of his captors, or better hosts, or even better, being more precise, his father and stepmother.
For a while, months ago, while he was in his risky, reluctant double-agent situation, Spider thought he'd seen a glimpse of what it was like to have a father. He was helping the villains against his will, but still, his needy heart couldn't help but cling to the good times he had with the colonel. And there he was again, replaying in his head the proposal Miles had offered him, his words apparently sincere, but certainly touching.
Having a home there, a safe place, a space to call his own among the Na'vi without being judged or seen as different and inferior was a dream, too good to be true. Spider knew it was practically impossible not to be judged on his appearance, but at least having protection and respect as the son of the clan leaders, it had to be worth it.
To find out more concretely, Spider decided he should take a look at the clan outside and what awaited him if he decided to stay. Before he set foot out of the hut, Varang returned to the spot, making him step back, a little afraid, which surprised even himself.
-Wait, Spider, you don't want to go out there alone - she advised - I thought your father was with you.
-He said some things to me and then left - the boy confessed - and he is not exactly my father.
-I know, it's still curious to me how humans do this, but I understand that you were conceived from a sky man, who is now a recombinant and my husband - she recited, approaching him carefully - but still, this man in this body now wants to be your father.
-I know, he told me, and I don't know what to do - he shrugged, clearly confused, his lost expression touched Varang's heart, so as to feel compassion for him.
-If you don't know what to do, you can at least tell me what you think about it all - she sat down in front of him, in an attempt to invite him to do the same, which ended up working.
-I think… to tell you the truth, ma'am, I always wanted to be a na'vi, I never related to humans, I always thought everything they did was wrong, including Quaritch - he said, almost as if he were in the presence of an old friend - I thought that if I stay, I will have the respect of a true prince.
"True, but not only that, you would have Miles's respect and affection, and mine too," she confessed.
-Your?s But you just met me - Spider found her goodwill strange.
-I know you, just by noticing your look, lost, without a place in the world, a rebellious heart, but that deep down only seeks peace - Varang said calmly - I was like you in my youth, I can recognize my equals.
-Look, I didn't want to admit it, but that's basically who I am deep down inside - he scratched his head, shaking his dreadlocks, feeling pulled by her speech - you're not a tsahik, are you? 'Cause I'm feeling like you made something to make me believe in you.
-No, I didn't hex you or anything, I'm just being honest - she nodded solemnly, the gesture being the last proof Spider needed to trust her - you know, you remind me of Miles.
-How am I similar to him? Starting with the color - the boy tried to make a joke.
-There's an example, the mood - Varang listed - and of course, the way he feels scared for me.
-Scared, the colonel? He's a very tough guy - Spider countered - he got past Ikinimaya one-on-one with an ikran.
-Ah yes, the Omatikaya rite of passage, I remember it in his memories - she commented vaguely - but let's say I have a great power of persuasion over your father, I'm sorry, over Miles.
-Okay, I think… well, he wants to be my father and I… - suddenly, tears formed in the corner of Spider's eye, he ended up letting it show and spilling them - I want to have a father, I always wanted to have a family, that was really mine.
-My brave boy-Varang said sensitively, moved by the confessions, she approached and wrapped him in a hug.
Surrendering to her receptivity and affection, Spider let himself cry for a while there, surrounded by someone much bigger than him, different from him, but at the same time, so similar. Varang felt the baby move at that moment, which was also noticed by Spider.
"Oh, I didn't mean to disturb your baby," he apologized, breaking the hug.
"Oh no, don't worry, it's your sibling welcoming you," she assured.
-Yeah, he told me about you guys - Spider improvised an answer, still stunned by emotions.
-Come, let her know you - Varang directed his hand so that he could feel the baby too.
-That's… hi, hi, little brother - he stammered, as he felt the baby move under his hand - do you think it's going to be a girl?
-I'm sure it is - she nodded - and she will have a lot to learn from her older brother.
-I hope to teach you right - he smiled, while a few more tears ran down his face, this time, from happiness.
"I know you will," Varang said with all the conviction in her heart.
She may have lost her first child, but now she felt that she was being gifted twice, when Eywa allowed her to be a mother twice at the same time.
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CotL Iron Age AU - Chrysos Save: Day 1
The long day 1 is over in my save file as the first night hit, but phew,a lot happened. Makes sense right at the beginning of the game too. I'll imagine not every day recap will be this long with this many screenshots XD But who knows. Lets head into it as we start ot at night.
Update: Day 2 can be found here!
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Chrysos, the name of the dear lamb here, got the standard treatment of killed, ressurected, forced into cult leadership wether he likes it or not. And believe, he did not.
He's not even from here. Took a long journey to get him and his flock from their thessalian plains, outside the bishops technical range of influence. Had to share his cell with a few friends of his.
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During his first escape from the execution spot towards the campsite, he also found his first follower!
Her name is Jultre, she is a goldfish who funnily enough, turned a lot more golden once joining. Weird :D But nothing Chrysos can deal with at the moment.
Not like Chrysos can ask her about it, doesnt even understand her languange. He's hoping he's reading her loyalty correctly.
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He was however, a lot more intrested in whatever happened to this campsite they're now using. A strange rat brought him here who seems friendly enough.
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Looking outside the immedieate campsite, aside from ways to travel more sufficiently around this land and its biomes, there is also the broken down temple. The chains make its connection clear witht he death god he struck a deal with.
He tried to see if he could maybe spot something inside the temple. But it didnt seem to like that.
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After with the help of Jultre, he did open the pathway to the dark woods, and met a tarot dealer, which was nice as he got to be inside the tent for a bit.
As well as one of the bishops who executed him. Nots so nice.
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Still he continued on. Almost getting attacked where the crown seemed more alerted than himself, running into a shopkeep while rushing - literally (she did not like it, he does not know what she said but he apologizes), and lastly, be faced with the bishop creatingan enemy to defeat him.
Only for Chrysos to defeat the enemy and welcome in Amdusias to the cult!
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Though and the end of his first crusade, he felt... alone mostly.
This strange land was not very welcoming after all.
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With Amdusias collected and returning to camp, Chrysos welcomed him inside. Though, when Amdusias arrived from whatever waiting room void the crown kept him in, he looked a lot more... blue silverish.
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Weird.
Not as weird as the more clearly silverish Puna who joined. The rat man - Ratou apparently, brought her here.
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How did he get her? Chrysos is not keep on finding out if he is honest.
With her now here though, they began construction on a temple!
It has a hole but, same as the shrine constructed not long before her arrival, one uses what one can use. Chrysos contemplated their still very shaky, maybe even impossible task of building up this cult. Especially since the statue is for himself like some false idol.
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One fiery contemplation time later though (where he most definitly didnt cry), He got himself enough courage to try his second entering of the woods.
It wasnt great at first. His crown became an axe that seemed just a bit too heavy for him. And Ratou scared all the colors out of him. Curses are not friends of Chrysos apparently.
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Going deeper into the woods once more, he does find something intresting.
Mettallic smll lingers almost everywhere, through spears stuck int he ground, the blood and weapons used to shed them, and he can also find ruins, quite similar to the ones at the campsite.
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Curious how what must have been rather well established towns or small temples broken and gone, and yet the residents are clearly still around. From wooden homs to these leaf huts.
At the end of this crusde, he faced Valefar, who, understandably looked qutie traumatized at the end of facing his own skeletal remains. Chrysos took him in, and using the pentagram to travel at the end, found himself before the death god once more.
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Through him, some more things did become clear to Chrysos at least. After all, the gods he understood, for gods are not limited by languange.
He had struck a deal with the one who waits, and the green bishop standing in his way was Leshy.
And he had been tasked to kill a god.
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hanmajoerin · 2 years
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Summary: Post-cannon one shot for @inukag-week. InuYasha had a little girl, and she was going to be the most precious being in the entire world.
A/N: Holy macaroni and rice, I actually finished my InuKag Week piece and I finished it early, so I thought I'd give you all a head start on being able to read it as well!
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"For Her"
Miroku told him before that childbirth was one of the world’s greatest wonders. InuYasha couldn’t wait to punt that bozo across the village for even saying that. A wonder of life? The most curious thing to it was that anyone who went through it could live past it. And no one was happier than InuYasha to have a wife like Kagome who was living past it. 
InuYasha knew about tradition, that to a man labor was meant to remain a “wonder of the world”, but tradition had never been Kagome and his style. Two years ago, she left her family to be with him. On the other side of the Bone Eater’s Well, Kagome’s mother was doubtlessly minding her day without realizing that the two were having this baby. He owed it to her to be there for Kagome, right? It was a loose justification, but good an excuse as any to leave Miroku, Shippo, and the kids in the dust after what was probably a nasty contraction on Kagome’s end. She’d never made a sound like that before–it almost scared the shit out of him–and he panicked, flying past the door and scooping up her hand so tightly. Kaede, Sango, and Rin tried kicking him out. As if they’d ever gotten him to listen once his mind was made up. So the half-demon stayed, perched beside his priestess. He held her hand and dabbed a cold compress across her face every now and again. The whole time, he thought he’d vomit. He kind of still wanted to. Everything was loud, there were so many scents, and his own home felt like a cramped den. He had a rotten time–couldn’t stand feeling so useless while Kagome endured wave after wave of incomprehensible pain. But it was over now, and crying was the only sound he processed.  
They hadn’t spoken a word to each other since those cries began, and yet, somehow, InuYasha and Kagome managed to tell each other that their life as two was officially and entirely over. After placing the compress back into the bucket behind him, InuYasha’s hand traced up the side of Kagome’s face, until his fingers split by her ear. He brushed the side of her forehead with the pad of his thumb, trying his best to smile down at her. It was probably just sweat, but Kagome was glowing. The half-demon could’ve stayed like that, once Kagome’s hand held his in place, forever. 
“InuYasha, come and bring your daughter to Kagome,” Kaede said. The half-demon’s mind scrambled, trying to get on track. There really were three of them which meant he couldn’t only focus on Kagome. Her lips curved up at him as he turned away, and InuYasha quickly squatted down to dip his hands into a boiling bucket of water Rin poured. 
“My daughter…” InuYasha trailed, time lurching oddly in response to this second realization. InuYasha had a little girl, and she was going to be the most precious being in the entire world. He thought he was moving slowly toward the old hag, but no sooner was he faced with a swaddled newborn than he was able to mentally say his child's name for the first time. It was Moroha. He and Kagome agreed that regardless of who Kaede would hand off to them, it’d fit. 
Kaede placed her into the half-demon’s arms like it was nothing. And he guessed she was always putting babies into people’s arms. For InuYasha though... he’d never held someone quite as small as his daughter. She was magnificent, a red flush overtaking every scrunched up feature on her face. Screaming, she was screaming so loudly but he didn’t mind it. Moroha stopped once InuYasha began walking anyway, her tiny brown eyes blinking up at him curiously. “That’s it, your old man’s got you,” InuYasha told her, crossing the hut to kneel by Kagome, “and your mama’s right here.”
“Oh, Moroha,” Kagome whispered, arms already outstretched. InuYasha placed Moroha there gently, and when he could see his wife and child together–it made him blink, a lot. The fire’s warmth must’ve finally made it over to them, too, since he could finally feel it. InuYasha watched Kagome guide Moroha to her breast, she latched on eagerly and he couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping. Being born must’ve worked up an appetite. 
InuYasha watched her for a few moments, taking note of the fine black hair on her head and the funny way it dried from when Kaede washed her. It swirled up, kind of like it was in a very tall ponytail. His eyes traveled higher until they locked with Kagome’s. Their entire story seemed to play in the tears lining her eyes. It was getting hard to ignore the stinging in his own. He wondered if Kagome could see what he did: The time he dropped her off of his back when he thought she was useless, the moment the Sacred Jewel shattered, finding a home in her without even realizing it, falling in love with her, her staying by his side, the day he nearly lost her forever, and the three years he really had.
“InuYasha,” Kagome said, shifting Moroha to her other breast. 
“I know,” he replied, reaching out to smooth a stray hair of Kagome’s before lowering his hand to Moroha’s head. It was hard to believe that InuYasha used to live alone or that he spent any amount of time obsessing over power and magic jewels instead of a moment like this one. 
Moroha cooed, her fingers curling and uncurling themselves in the air. He brushed his thumb lightly across his baby girl's hair, mindful of his claws. She blinked over at him as she continued with her first meal, and InuYasha swore he caught the faintest trace of amber mixing with the brown there. It only made sense for his traits to make appearances since she was apart of her parents’ story, too. Although Moroha didn't understand any of it–wasn’t sure how much she’d care to hear when she got older–it was there. Kagome and InuYasha would always be there.
Kagome shifted their baby to rest in only one arm. “InuYasha, you’re crying,” she pointed out before pulling the sleeve of her sleeping robe over her hand to wipe at the tears. 
“Didn’t even notice,” the half-demon confessed. His hands searched past the robe; he wanted to hold his wife's hand–he wanted to pull both of them to him.
InuYasha’s past had never seemed so unreachable, but gazing over at his own daughter made it impossible to stop remembering. There were slurs, rocks, fights, and beds made in hollowed trees. Then there was finding Kikyo and losing her, the pain from her arrow, his own demon power, and Naraku. 
Moroha’s hands flapped while her fingers kept opening and closing. InuYasha intertwined one hand with Kagome’s while offering his index finger to Moroha. She grabbed it, and he knew. He knew how every bad part of his life was worth enduring since it led to Kagome, but that he’d only live it over and over and over again for her: Moroha.
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A/N: If Sunrise Studios gets to make no damn sense for two whole seasons of an InuYasha next generation spin off series then I can take some creative liberties and let InuYasha hang out with Kagome while she’s working hard to give birth to their child. Needless to say, this has like negative two ties to the Yashahime narrative, lol. I took Moroha with me to my own ever after where InuYasha and Kagome live very boring lives in Kaede’s Village. I began writing this piece back in November after a YouTuber I watched put out a video for the birth of her children. It made me wonder how I’d write Moroha’s birth. I listened to a lot of “Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2” while writing this piece; hopefully you guys enjoy this submission for InuKag Week!
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Witch, Magician and Distrust (Part I)
You are a student of a fairy princess and part-time witch. Once you get to the "Fearless Seven" who have become dwarves, you decide to take the opportunity and help them dispel the curse. Of course, it's not that simple. First they need to learn to see the true beauty in other people.
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Just don't ask me how I came to this fanfiction. I watch movies too rarely.
Parts: II
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Who are witches? Beautiful young girls who want to win the pathetic love of the king and his kingdom? Old women living in the wilderness in huts, sending curses and eating children? Maybe someone even more terrible and disgusting, threatening society?
Well, it's not about you anyway.
You grew up in a family where people were not related to you by blood. You didn't know your real parents and didn't want to know. You grew up as a simple child, listening to stories about adventures, magic, princesses and princes.
You didn't know what talent you had. But your foster parents knew. And they tried to hide your true "dark nature" from you as long as possible.
Therefore, your upbringing was based on a few words: "kindness", "help to those in need", "escape from any unnecessary attention". This was done so that if your magic does awaken, you have a chance for a happy life without villainy.
When your magic first awoke, you were in shock and too scared to think straight. You ran off into the woods, loudly shouting apologies to the boy who was accidentally struck by lightning. You couldn't see anything because of the tears, your heart was beating fast, and the darkness around you didn't scare... exactly until the moment you realized where you were.
You were deep in the forest and didn't know where to go. Falling to your knees, you burst into tears even more. The forest seemed to enjoy your suffering and sobbing.
But suddenly a woman with green skin appeared next to her, looking like a witch. You screamed in fright and tried to escape, but her hand firmly grabbed your wrist. You tried to get out, but soon realized that everything was in vain.
The woman asked you why you were in the forest so late. Sobbing and stuttering, you told her about how you wounded a neighbor's boy. The woman listened to you, nodded, and then led you back to the village.
The stranger turned out to be a fairy princess. She saw the potential in you and offered to direct the magic inside to something good. You were only "for".
Your training was long, but you enjoyed using magic to help people. Of course, your "tainted blood" sometimes got the better of you, and you did minor dirty tricks, but nothing that people could start shouting at the very sight of you: "Run! The Witch is coming!"
When you first saw the Fearless Seven, you were quite excited. You thought you could have a nice chat with them and find out the reasons why they decided to save people. Maybe even learn a couple of spells from their leader, Merlin! But you were cruelly deceived by your hopes.
There was no nice conversation that day. That day you were cornered, clutching a lost child to you. The baby cried and tried harder to hide in your mantle.
You watched with shock and slight fright the lightning bolts running along the fingertips of the team leader. Your thoughts were running back and forth, you tried not to be distracted by beautiful young men, which was quite difficult. Your cheeks were red, your hands were shaking, you couldn't remember a single spell.
–Give us the child, witch, – Merlin said suddenly, and you shuddered. He pronounced the word "witch" with a mixture of disgust, annoyance and superiority.
You frowned, opening your mouth to hiss at him in displeasure. How is your magic worse than this boy's magic? In theory, you are even stronger than him, given the fact that many witches are able to take power from the environment! You were about to yell at the "Fearless Seven" when you suddenly noticed that they all dangerously hold their weapons. A little more, and you will simply be pierced with everything you can!
Your rage has abruptly disappeared. You smiled crookedly out of fear for your life and opened your mouth again, but this time to ask at least to talk. But the guys' faces clearly informed you that there would be no conversation.
And at that moment, a dark green fog took over everything around. You coughed, looking around in surprise. You didn't use any spell, so what is it? Suddenly, your mentor's hands were on your shoulders. The princess winked and moved you away to the nearest village, where the child's parents were waiting for him.
And while the people in the background were happily hugging each other, you looked sadly at your teacher. The woman patted you on the cheek and smiled.
–They do their job, (Y/N). They thought you stole the baby. Their distrust of you is understandable. Do you want us to go to them and introduce you as a good witch?
You immediately cheered up and nodded. The woman pinched your cheek and smiled even wider.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Your mentor was abducted by a dragon. You immediately rushed to save her, grabbing your broom and flying in search of a woman.
When you reached the city where the dragon flew, your mentor was saved. You wanted to rush to hug her and thank the heroes with joy, but suddenly the famous "Fearless Seven" made a big mistake. Young people attacked your mentor.
You watched with slack jaw and wide-open eyes as Merlin struck the princess with his lightning bolts, and his comrades rushed at the woman with weapons. Some man even came up to you and put the lower jaw back in place, saying that a fly would fly in there. You slowly turned your head towards him, pointing your finger at the stage, unable to move or speak.
When it was over, you were still able to rush forward to check if the woman was okay. She certainly wasn't hurt. You looked in the direction of the "Fearless Seven", epic going into the sunset, and raised your hand, ready to curse a person for the first time in your life.
But your teacher slowly stood up, shook her head and opened her wings, enhancing her magic. You stepped aside and nodded silently, letting the princess do the whole thing herself.
And so people were cursed and turned into little gnomes. You left the city with a woman while continuing your studies.
After about a year, you were officially a fully trained witch. Your mentor has gone on vacation, allowing you to travel the world on your own. She gave you a bell before leaving, saying that you could always ring it if something happened.
–I will arrive at any moment to help you, my little witch, – she said finally, patting you on the head before going to rest.
So, in just a month you have visited all your friends, "parents", and also helped many people. Having decided to start saving the princesses, because the "Fearless Seven" apparently disappeared for some reason, you stopped in a small town, from which you quickly flew on.
And in vain! The broom went out of control because of the storm. Besides, there was a full moon, your powers became a little unstable. In the end, you could only squeeze the broom shaft hard and pray that you didn't fall off and turn into a dead pile.
The bell rang on your belt, creating a beautiful melody along with the thunder. Magic had to be poured into a small metal object to make it work. You could also call it and say "I need help", and then your mentor will also come to your call. But so far you haven't been up to bells. You were screaming, feeling that your stomach would fall out of your mouth at the next sharp movement of the broom. Your knuckles turned pale, you almost didn't feel your hands from the cold. It was only a matter of time before you hit something.
So, after a long time of flight, you flew into a tree near a strange house on a hill. Fortunately, the foliage was quite soft, so you didn't break anything. The bell also worked as a protective talisman, so you weren't hurt. When you fell to the ground, you only hit your cheek hard, but you had no problems with treating wounds.
So you grabbed your broom and hurried into the house before the rain reached you... again. After knocking, you did not wait for an answer. Mentally apologizing to the owners, you went inside, breaking the lock with a master key. What? You're still an evil, evil witch!
The house was warm, smelled vaguely of food. You dried your clothes and broom by the fireplace, which you lit with magic. You settled down on a small sofa and waited for the owners to come. But they still weren't there... so you just fell asleep, hiding behind your mantle and hat. You hoped that you would be able to sense their presence before they discovered you.
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–Hey, hey, hurry up! Our house has been attacked!
–Who could attack us? Who needs a house of green dwarfs? – Hans asked, pointing at himself. He was carrying a large basket of food with him and didn't want to engage in fights at the moment. He wanted to cook!
–Thanks for reminding me, Hans! – Jack said irritably, looking at himself in the mirror. – Your words always hit the very middle of the target.
– I'm serious, we were attacked! – Arthur shouted, pointing at the tree. – Or at least our vegetation.
–M-m, a silhouette? – Jack stepped forward, noticing the uneven foliage. – I'm a silhouette professional. And it's definitely the silhouette of a witch! – the prince pointed to the bars that lay at the feet of Merlin, who is currently actively examining the remains of the broom.
–Wait, wait, let's not jump to conclusions! – Hans was next to me in the same second. – What if it's not a witch, eh?.. – pause. – Okay, it's definitely a witch.
–It could be the witch who cursed us! – Merlin pointed to the outline of a body on the foliage. – We have to catch her and make her lift the curse!
The dwarves nodded to each other and almost all went towards the front door to trap the witch.
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When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, a ray of sunlight hit you in the eye. Hissing softly, you jumped up, looking around.
Did I fall asleep?! You looked around the room in a panic. No one has been here since yesterday. Phew, and I already thought that the owners were scared of me and ran away.
You exhaled with relief and picked up your broom. Putting it near the entrance, you decided to write a note and leave some sweets bought in the city. Yes, you could have left just like that, but that's not what your mentor taught you!
So, you wrote your letter using the wall as a table. You were completely focused on the words that you were writing with your own hands, that you didn't even notice how someone got close to the house…
You had a second to notice the enemy…
Suddenly the door swung open and you turned your head, smiling shyly at the owners. When no one was found at eye level, you slowly lowered your head and saw the little gnomes frozen at your appearance.
The paper on which you tried to write the words in a neat handwriting was abruptly crumpled and dropped to the floor.
–You!.. – you screamed, filled with anger.
–The witch! – they answered you, interrupting. The six dwarves charged.
Wait, six? You abruptly turned around and stretched out your hand using your strength. The wok froze in the air, and then flew away with the dwarf.
You felt the back of the neck of the zipper. Closing your eyes, you remembered that fear the last time you met Merlin. But now you weren't going to give up and let someone save you.
Putting your hand on the bell, you turned to the magician and shouted, clicking your hand. His medallions immediately crumbled into dust, the fire licked the gnome's hands a little.
You also dealt with the rest quickly. You were angry, but you tried not to hurt the members of the Fearless Seven. You didn't come to kill them. You didn't even come to humiliate them, but why not?
So, as soon as everyone was defeated and scattered in the corners, you went to the door with a proud gait. You were about to grab a broom and fly away, when you suddenly realized that there was no broom!
–Yeah! – twitching, you stared at Merlin holding your broom and almost shoving it into the fireplace! You wanted to save your mentor's gift, but with each movement the guy only brought the tree closer to the fire. – Stay where you are, witch! Otherwise, your broom will be destroyed!
–Y-you won't dare! – you shouted in a squeaky voice, panicking. Meanwhile, the rest of the dwarves were recovering and grabbing their weapons.
–How dare I! So stay where you are!
You had to listen.
Merlin ordered you to slowly raise your hands and not resist. You couldn't disobey, especially when your broom was at stake! She's almost like a mother to you! Sister! Any other relative! You can't let a stupid magician destroy her!
So, in the end, you ended up tied up. Merlin held your broom in his hands like a trophy. You wanted to kick him in the face. Your fingers were clutching the bell, you were ready to ask your mentor for help.
–Ha, we beat you, witch! – Arthur said happily.
–And what are you going to do with me next? – you asked without much enthusiasm, without taking your eyes off the broom.
–We, – Hans stuttered, but quickly shut up.
There was silence. You sighed and rolled your eyes, arching an eyebrow questioningly.
–In theory, we should destroy you ... – muttered Hans, looking at your face. – But I'm not quite sure... Merlin, is she definitely a witch?
–I can feel it, – the magician beat himself on the arm with a broom. – And since she's a witch... oh, you should know that disgusting-looking woman who cursed us!
–She doesn't look disgusting! Don't you dare say that about my mentor! – you shouted, pursing your lips.
And again silence…
Three voices belonging to triplets:
–A mentor?
–The teacher?
–Professors?
–Yes. That "disgusting looking woman" is my teacher.
–Yeah! – Merlin pointed his finger in your face. – Then you should know exactly where she is!
–Why would I help you? – you asked with a displeased face. – You tried to kill me before and beat my mentor badly.
– I still have your broom, – the guy pointed to the magic item.
–And if I tell you that I can get out of these ropes in a second and break something for you?
–I don't think you can beat me in anything: in magic or in physical strength. And we always have Arthur for that.
The brown-haired prince nodded gravely.
You rolled your eyes and hugged your knees to your chest, looking at the dwarves. Merlin was very foolish not to seal your magic power as soon as the ropes bound your body. And even if you can't do it yourself, you can always call a mentor. But…
For some reason you wanted to help these little green men. Maybe because everyone deserves redemption and love? And interaction with them, perhaps, would help these people in the guise of dwarves to become a little better?..
(And get the status of the savior of the "Fearless Seven").
Of course, you weren't going to take them to your mentor directly. She still had a vacation! But no one knows that you can summon her at any time, right?
– Well, – you said, stretching the vowels, – I agree to help you, – the dwarves looked at each other quite triumphantly. – But with one condition, – everyone immediately stared at you. – you will not restrict my freedom and magic, – you pointedly looked at Merlin. – And also return the broom, it is dear to me.
The dwarves pondered, and then gathered in a small circle. They started whispering to each other until eventually Merlin came out to you, burning with his gaze.
–Why should we trust you, witch?
–First of all, I have a name…
–You all look the same.
–...and secondly, do you have a choice? Only I know where I can find the fairy princess. So you either cooperate with me, or I quickly find a way to escape from here and leave you.
The dwarves talked to each other again. Then Merlin said the final answer:
–All right, witch. We agree. But if I notice that you're doing your filthy magic somewhere near us, I'll turn you into ashes with my lightning bolts.
It would sound more epic if you weren't almost three times shorter than me. You giggled. Merlin pouted. Rolling your eyes, you nodded, also agreeing to these conditions.
Soon you were untied. Merlin was watching you closely, squinting. Hans poured you some tea, and while you were enjoying the taste of the drink.
–So, where is your mentor, petite sorcière? – Jack asked, straightening his hair without even looking at you.
–Um, we'll be able to meet her in about a month, when there's the next full moon. Until that moment, I will not be able to introduce you to her in any way, – you pretended to sigh with sadness.
–I think the word 'talk' is more appropriate here, – Hans shouted from the kitchen.
–I think the word "fight" would be best here, – Arthur corrected.
–Anyway, – Merlin snapped his fingers, drawing attention to himself. – And what are you going to do all this time?"
–What do you mean I'm going to?
–We're not going to let you go anywhere.
–This is our only chance to get back to normal, – Jack took out a hygienic lipstick and began to take care of his lips.
–But what about the opportunity to break the curse with a kiss?
–No one wants to kiss us with such faces, – Merlin poked his cheek. – Especially the most beautiful woman in the world!
You opened your mouth, but immediately closed it. Let him think for himself, idiot.
–In that case, I'll stay here. I'll go back and forth, help you with the housework. I'm good at making potions, if you want to know. Will that be enough?
Merlin thought, and then nodded. He sat down opposite you and said dangerously low:
–I'm watching you, witch.
–(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).
– It doesn't change anything.
Cheeky boy! Well, nothing. I'll show you that I have a little "tainted blood" in me.
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