#('oh that matthew hopkins is steamier than a stew in july~' is the funniest line EVER XD)

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The Bloodied Dagger

Original story

Ao3 version

A small crowd was gathered in the center of town and was in awe as they witnessed THE Matthew Hopkins tying up an odious "witch".

The wicked wench pleaded for the great general to let her go, proclaiming her false innocence to him.

However, the woman was rightfully disregarded.

Witches were quite notorious for spinning lies and telling tall tales, and Hopkins was well-informed of that fact.

He was a man of God, after all.

"Look at those arms," a young woman in the crowd comments about the witchfinder to her friend, who nods in agreement.

Both women simultaneously exhale a sigh of infatuation as they begin to view Hopkins through a "crush filter", their pupils now taking on the shape of red hearts.

"He has the eyes of righteousness," a burly man would state out of admiration.

"Oh, that Matthew Hopkins is steamier than a stew in July~," another woman who was crushing on the general said with a giggle, fanning herself with her hand.

"I could kiss him!" a thrilled man shouts, to which the other townspeople fully support his excited statement.

To them and the other residents living in Gravesfield, a formal and friendly kiss between two gentleman was not a problem.

Standing among the chatty crowd was Philip, the teen's smile growing immensely as he watched his idol bring the "witch" to justice.

He aspired to be a great witch hunter just like him.

Once she was fully tied around her midsection, Hopkins wastes no time shoving the woman to the ground.

He then places a triumphant foot on her.

The crowd celebrates this heroic action with a loud cheer as Philip quickly rushes over to Hopkins.

"Mr. Hopkins, that was AMAZING!" he said, his blue eyes sparkling with inspiration.

A cocky chuckle is released by Hopkins at the compliment.

'Ah, the youth and their praise,' he thought to himself.

His ego loved it.

"Well, what can I say?" he began. "I do what must be done."

He grabs the end of his rope.

"Now, I must be off. This she-devil needs to be condemned for her heinous crimes."

As he starts heading towards the outskirts of town, a crooked dagger slips out of Hopkins's holder.

Upon seeing this, Philip immediately goes to pick the weapon up.

"Mr. Hopkins, you dropped this!"

"Hm?"

After halting, Hopkins turns around and spots his dagger in the boy's hand.

"Keep it," he said with false humility, causing Philip to gasp as he continued.

"A generous gift from me to you." He had plenty other daggers that looked exactly the same at home.

"Protect yourself against any wild witches you might come in contact with," he told Philip.

Philip gave a second gasp.

He couldn't believe it.

Matthew Hopkins, the greatest witch hunter of all time, was giving him his knife... as a gift?!

Philip could faint.

He wasn't going to, but he could have.

Philip nods. "I will! Oh, Mr. Hopkins, I am truly honored to have this!"

Hopkins chuckled.

This kid was something else.

"You should be!" he shouts back with a smug expression.

And with that, the general continues his way through town.

As he gazes at his new dagger, Philip squeals with pure delight.

He planned to keep it forever and couldn't wait to show it off to Caleb, but first, he had to clean off the blood that stained the metal.

He was certain it belonged to a witch.

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