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Pair: RM x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy
Word Count: 22k
Summary: You’ve been exiled from your village after being accused of witchcraft. Your punishment is to become food for the beast that lives in the forest. However, instead of being eaten, the beast takes you in.
Warning: There are depictions of blood and violence.
“Witch! Sacrifice the witch!”
“Kill the witch!!”
“Eat her alive!”
These remarks are thrown at you while you stand by the edge of the forest. Your hands bounded by a thorny rope, tied to a near impossibly unbreathable knot. Beside you are two men, on guard and cautious for any potential threat you may ensue. The mayor appears in front of you, whispering his prayers on one knee. Behind is the entire population of the village, damning you to Hell for witchcraft.
“Our Lord and Savior, please find forgiveness in us for sheltering an unpurified mortal on Your holy territory, for we were unaware of her sinful acts. We pray for Your forgiveness by sacrificing her to the beast that resides in the forest.” The mayor mumbles under his breath.
“Amen.” Both men beside you whisper in unison.
The mayor stands up from his kneeling position, stepping aside to let you enter the forest on your own, fearing that even a brush between the shoulders may taint his purity. The crowd roars with demands for you to enter the forest and never return.
You have no choice but to move forward, stepping into the dense forest as a final step into your permanent excommunication. But before you disappear into the condensed abyss, you look back one last time to meet eyes with your father—the man who accused you of witchcraft. There’s a look of terror on his face, convinced that you are a woman of sin, and you knew that that’ll be the last you’ll ever see of him.
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Pair: RM x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy
Word Count: 22k
Summary: You’ve been exiled from your village after being accused of witchcraft. Your punishment is to become food for the beast that lives in the forest. However, instead of being eaten, the beast takes you in.
Warning: There are depictions of blood and violence.
“Witch! Sacrifice the witch!”
“Kill the witch!!”
“Eat her alive!”
These remarks are thrown at you while you stand by the edge of the forest. Your hands bounded by a thorny rope, tied to a near impossibly unbreathable knot. Beside you are two men, on guard and cautious for any potential threat you may ensue. The mayor appears in front of you, whispering his prayers on one knee. Behind is the entire population of the village, damning you to Hell for witchcraft.
“Our Lord and Savior, please find forgiveness in us for sheltering an unpurified mortal on Your holy territory, for we were unaware of her sinful acts. We pray for Your forgiveness by sacrificing her to the beast that resides in the forest.” The mayor mumbles under his breath.
“Amen.” Both men beside you whisper in unison.
The mayor stands up from his kneeling position, stepping aside to let you enter the forest on your own, fearing that even a brush between the shoulders may taint his purity. The crowd roars with demands for you to enter the forest and never return.
You have no choice but to move forward, stepping into the dense forest as a final step into your permanent excommunication. But before you disappear into the condensed abyss, you look back one last time to meet eyes with your father—the man who accused you of witchcraft. There’s a look of terror on his face, convinced that you are a woman of sin, and you knew that that’ll be the last you’ll ever see of him.
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I FORGOT TUMBLR EXISTED
UH-
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ILL GET ON MY PEPPIBLAST SHIT SOON-
...UMM
JESUS CHRIST HOLDING BLUEY
Yeah that'll do it
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