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lemariee · 9 days

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Chapter 24

Their walk through the castle's passages was in silence with both of them misplaced in their thoughts. Gerda felt a festering need to be away from Borra. It was uncomfortable being near him. She nervously rubbed at her left arm when they entered a section of the castle that was unfamiliar to her.

She eagerly surveyed her surroundings in hopes that every fragment would be engraved into her brain. It was a natural routine of hers to memorize the surroundings of every location she vacated through. Her body abruptly became reserved when the sound of voices and laughter filled the corridor. They briefly paused in front of two towering doors. She was startled when Borra unexpectedly grabbed her bicep turning her to face him.

"You will be submissive to anyone who addresses you even if you despise them. You will refrain from showing any signs of insolence. If I say anything you don't like you will keep your mouth shut. You will obey me, do you understand?" Borra hissed with a sharp edge to his voice.

"Yes." Gerda timidly stated with her heart battering.

Borra briefly surveyed her with narrowed eyes before nodding to the two guards who stood on each side of the doorway. The doors then opened on their own. A spacious hall was unveiled with its beauty unimaginable for any human to recreate. The hall was filled with numerous fey eagerly waiting for their leader to emerge. It felt as if all eyes shifted over to where Borra and Gerda stood. The babbling voices piped down just enough to show some respect towards Borra. Gerda self-consciously blinked when she felt their gazes observing her as she trailed behind Borra. She desperately yearned to glower at each one of them. However, she knew it would be best to behave until she was threatened by one of the beasts.

They continued walking straight ahead on the smooth stone floor until they reached a platform high enough to overlook the crowd. From there they stepped up a few stairs and headed to the middle of the stage. Gerda nervously swallowed when she detected several glares and heated looks from the fey as they openly scrutinized her with criticizing eyes. She focused on the back of the hall, in an attempt to dismiss the overbearing stares that burned holes into her confidence.

Borra turned to a guard that stood off to the side and nodded his head towards Gerda. He then returned his attention to the onlooking crowd. The winged guard walked up and abruptly seized Gerda by the arm. He yanked her back down the steps away from Borra. She was roughly placed on the right side of the hall. She glanced around, realizing she was placed beside the servants. It was obvious she had been expelled off to the side because she was not of importance. She was simply a slave who possibly ranked lower than a servant.

Her eyes scoured the crowd for Celtra but gave up on her conquest when the familiar fairy was nowhere to be seen. The echoing sound of Borra's voice stole Gerda's attention along with the rest of the hall. She felt relieved knowing the hall's attention was no longer fixated on her.

"Strength. Loyalty. Reliability. Commitment. All admirable traits of what is expected in a leader. Shrike has proven over and over again her worth and dedication to our people even when we were at our lowest. She eagerly fought for us when we were on the brink of losing a battle. A battle that would go down in history as one of our deadliest. Not once did she cower and beg for mercy when she was nearly captured during the fight in Ulstead. Not once did she give up and bow down to our enemies. Instead, she fearlessly faced death and fought for the liberation of our people." Borra preached to the crowd before pausing, allowing the fey to proudly cheer him on.

Gerda felt uncomfortable when even the servants joined the loud crowd in their praises and encouraging cries that resembled primitive grunts. She grew unsettled by the smug look on Borra's face as if he thought of himself as some god. He grinned at the crowd before continuing with his speech.

"For those very reasons I'm honored to announce that Strike has earned the title of becoming our second leader in command. Let's all give her the welcome she deserves." Borra called out, finishing his speech with his arm gesturing to the large doors.

The entire hall was filled with roars, grunts, and praises once the massive doors slowly opened revealing lengthy multicolored wings that resembled a rainbow. Strike proudly strolled through with a line of other dark fey following behind. Gerda recognized their faces as being Borra's inner loyal circle. She stilled when humans followed behind with some being ones she had worked with during her time in Ulstead. Her eyes were glued onto a familiar man with bronze skin. Percival.

Percival and four other human guards continued behind the devoted winged beasts with a content grin on his face. Gerda was puzzled by his purpose here, especially since he was one of the many humans who strongly detested the creatures. She felt her body fill with rage, recalling her last encounter with him before he escorted her out of the castle. Her hands balled up into tight fists with viscous thoughts soaring through her mind.

Just as she was nearing a peak in her madness, the view of black, silky wings and scarlet, full lips caught her attention. Maleficent wore a lacy black dress that tightly embraced her perfectly slim frame. Of course, she would be attending such an event given her relationship with Borra. Gerda noticed Diaval walking beside her like the committed pet he was.

"Isn't she beautiful? It's no wonder Borra is so swooned over her." One of the winged servants standing beside her whispered to another as they both gazed at Maleficent with marveling eyes.

"Yes, she most certainly is! I can't wait till they finally mark each other as mates! Their children will be both strong and beautiful. Imagine the powers they will carry." The other female servant replied.

Gerda nearly scoffed at such praises but knew that once he selected Maleficent as his mate, it would signify her ruling beside him. Their potential union was deeply troubling. Her life would not only be pure misery but possibly in danger with Maleficent residing in the same castle as her. One could only imagine the many ways the witch would torture and punish her.

Her anxious thoughts were shoved aside once Shrike and Borras's inner circle of fey made their way onto the platform. Gerda felt a pinch of envy when she noticed Percival and the other humans standing in the front row of the crowd. It was as if they were honored guests.

Gerda couldn't stop the sliver of dejection taking hold of her body. She once held a title and was qualified to be recognized as a person of respect. Now here she was standing on the sidelines beside servants. She had been forgotten and exiled by her own kind. She was a woman who belonged to no kingdom.

Her eyes widened when a banquet table made of vines and timber materialized on the raised stage along with several seats. The creatures then took their seats with Maleficent sitting next to Borra in the middle of the banquet table.

His gaze lingered on Maleficent with gentle, yearning eyes while she smiled at him displaying her white fangs and flawless teeth. It was evident that he both worshiped and cared for her. Gerda felt endangered by the sight, aware that the two would make a power couple capable of tormenting her as they pleased.

Shortly after, the servants beside her moved from their positions. They brought out assorted selections of food and drinks to Borras's table. Three of the servants then reached out their hands and slithering vines appeared. The vines formed into a long, massive table in the middle of the hall. Food and drinks were also arranged upon it, causing Gerda's mouth to water with her stomach growling in hunger at the sight. She helplessly eyed the table when some of the fey began pouring their drinks and cramming food on plates.

Solely then did she feel like a worthless being when she noticed the human guests walk up to indulge in the feast. The aching pain in her ribs was a reminder of who she was in the eyes of everyone else. A useless slave. Even stray dogs in the village streets receive better treatment than her. Gerda couldn't help but blink at the familiar moisture that took its place in her eyes. She was growing tired of the outbursts of emotions she constantly felt. Her mind longed to be numb and devoid again just like she once was in Ulstead.

"There you are! I've been searching for you when I noticed your presence was missing behind Borra. I presumed he would've kept you close by but seeing that he is busy engrossing himself with Maleficent I suppose he preferred to have you posted here." A light voice belonging to Celtra said, nearly causing Gerda to jump at her sudden appearance.

Gerda simply nodded her head acknowledging Celtra before eyeing Borra as he engaged in a conversation with Maleficent. He looked at ease and surprisingly happy. It was bizarre seeing him in such a state. This was a side of him she most likely would never meet. However, she was grateful that he had forgotten about her and ordered her to be placed away from all fey and humans. Perhaps she should be somewhat thankful to the witch for distracting him.

"He had me removed the second he took his rightful place up there which I am grateful for. I find his presence to be both overbearing and intoxicating at times. The break from him is welcomed with open arms." Gerda truthfully admitted with her thoughts going back to their previous interaction with each other.

"I'm intrigued, what was the reason he had requested you to his chambers earlier? I see you took my advice on not angering him since you're still well and alive." Celtra asked with a mischievous smirk.

"We briefly spoke to one another though I feel like he was partially interrogating information out of me about myself. As for taking your advice, let's just say that I was almost thrown off the balcony but received bruised ribs instead." Gerda muttered recalling how he took immense pleasure in toying with her.

"You truly are a stubborn human. He will kill you if you keep testing your luck with his temper." Celtra warned her with a disappointed face.

"I highly doubt he will kill me. I made some remarks that should've resulted in my death however he admitted to keeping me alive for the purpose of tormenting me. He claims my 'sweet' smell of fear was enough to keep him entertained. That is until he grows bored of me I suppose." Gerda calmly admitted feeling troubled with the idea of being his plaything.

"Or so he says. Perhaps you should be grateful for carrying such an entrancing scent. That certainly is what's preventing him from killing you." Celtra stated, piquing Gerda's interest and bafflement.

"He takes pleasure in punishing and antagonizing me, there's nothing special about it." Gerda flatly said, nodding her head in disagreement.

"True, however, you are indeed rare in various ways. You emit a scent that should be impossible for a human to possess. You defy nature being the only female of your kind to rival many of our most fruitful women. I'm certain some of our men would take you for themselves if they had the opportunity." Celtra carefully stated with a serious face.

"Too bad they would never know because if they lay a hand on me I will remove their entire arm from their body." Gerda warned with a grimace forming on her face as she thought about the filthy creatures attempting to mate with her.

"I'm confident Borra would be the first to handle them given how possessive he is of you. They know not to speak of you in such a lustful manner around him or risk enduring his wrath." Celtra admitted causing Gerda to glance at her with a puzzled expression.

"He's not possessive. He's just greedy like a child with a new toy who doesn't like to share. As he had expressed before, he does not like his property being meddled with." Gerda replied with a clipped voice while her eyes hungrily roamed over the table full of food.

"Are you hungry? I'm sure the stale bread you had earlier wasn't filling." Celtra asked when she noticed Gerda's keen gaze upon the table.

"Just a bit, though I'm not quite fond of the guests here so I believe it's best I stay off to the side." Gerda muttered with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

"Hiding in the shadows will only give the impression that you fear facing them." Celtra pointed out causing Gerda to sharply eye her.

"I certainly do not fear them. I want to make them pay for their part in my current dilemma. I only fear that the impulse of vengeance will take control around them." Gerda hastily hissed with narrowed eyes.

"Have more faith in yourself and be that woman you once were in Ulstead. Stay in control. Now, come before there's no food left." Celtra calmly stated before lightly tugging Gerda by the arm towards the feast.

Gerda swallowed her emotions and fixed her face into an empty husk void of any expressions that would give away what she was feeling. Several fey creatures whispered and glared at her. They openly made their opinion of her very clear. It was evident how unwelcomed she was. Even then Gerda kept her chin elevated till they reached their destination. Her stomach leaped in joy once her hands grabbed for a plate but the motion was cut short by a tanned hand with sharp nails. Gerda slowly looked up at the filthy creature who dared grip her wrist.

"The feast is only reserved for my people and guests. You are neither, 'slave'." A tanned, horned man pointed out with a rough voice.

"Under whose orders? You do not own me nor are you allowed to make such demands towards me. Now I strongly suggest you let go of me." Gerda threatened with a low, gentle voice taking notice of the dagger he had attached to his waist.

She knew that with one swift movement, the blade could easily be jabbed into his throat. The creature then smirked at her with his hand still gripping around her wrist before speaking out in a taunting voice. She refused to allow a repeat of the last time his kind attempted laying hands on her. This time she will protect herself even if it is her blood that gets shed.

"Borra's orders. You are not allowed to feast with us unless he permits it which he has not." The creature answered with several other fey proudly observing the scene causing Gerda's anger to rise.

He was both taunting and mocking her to boost his pride amongst the others. This filth of a creature wanted to purposely degrade her in front of everyone. Such a thought made Gerda abruptly snap. She viciously pulled her wrist out of his grip. She was about to make a move towards his dagger but Celtra intervened by stepping in between them with a polite smile. Gerda blinked several times, taking a deep breath to subdue the storm of emotions that nearly made an unpleasant scene.

"We apologize for the misunderstanding. Perhaps a drink of water for Borra's slave is adequate. I'm certain that he would be upset if she embarrassed him by fainting in front of his guests. If such an event happens, you would be to blame for that." Celtra insisted with her tone growing serious.

The wretched creature studied Celtra for a moment as he contemplated her words before stepping aside. Celtra then nodded to him before grabbing a cup and filling it with water. Gerda glared at the man with cold eyes until she and Celtra walked away from the table. They roamed through the thick crowd who paid no mind to them. Gerda carefully passed through groups of fey who were dancing or playing around with their powers amongst each other.

Some reeked of wine and honey mead as they clumsily walked past Gerda nearly bumping into her. She knew that they were far too indulged in the festivities to notice or care for her presence. That thought alone put her at ease. She would certainly hate to cause a scene after Borra had warned her about displaying any disobedience. They continued walking until they finally reached a less crowded area.

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abluescarfonwaston · 1 year

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Omg I love your vampire Miles! Always brings a smile to my face whenever I see your post!

Quick question, how do the others react to finding out Miles is a fruit vampire bat? Such as Maya and Pearl?

I'm glad you're enjoying it! It is worth noting that @autisticvampireclub and @cujotheloyalheartdog actually came up with the Fruit bat Miles au. I'm just running with it!

Maya's made jokes about Edgeworth being a vampire for Months. Encouraged by the fact that Phoenix was always like 'haha yeah he is' so she just thought they were having a good lark. After all- vampires aren't real.

She's the one who finds videos of Miles fruit bat form stuffing his face with banana at the wildlife rescue. She laughs and shows Phoenix it (sometime during the third game) because 'doesn't this little guy remind you of Edgeworth?

Phoenix goes very white when he sees the 'broken wing' thing and goes 'that IS Edgeworth' and runs off to make a phonecall because FUCK Miles broke his arm and is trapped at a wildlife rescue. Maya stands there with her phone and the almost two year old video like '... WAIT HE ACTUALLY IS A VAMPIRE?! NICK COME BACK EXPLAIN NOW!'

Pearl finds out cause she comes into the office one day and sees a bat sleeping from Mr. Nick's coat rack. She stares and stares at him. Slowly raises up a broom. He opens his eyes just in time to see Pearl, in the office, with the broom- ready to murder him.

She screams as she smacks him. He transforms back in a panic, NGHNOOOOO ing all the way. She blinks. "Mr. Eh-ji-worth?"

He is So jetlagged and half awake as Phoenix and him (but mostly Phoenix) tries to explain what's going on. Pearl has no concept of Vampires. They do their best. Phoenix offers Miles some consoling fruit which he eats while falling asleep.

Pearl doesn't really understand most vampires are Proper Vampire bats, not fruit bats like Miles. Every time Franziska comes to visit Maya she gets the full force of Pearls death glare and a bowl of fruit. Franziska doesn't know what that means but she's pretty sure its threatening.

#vampire miles #fruit bat miles edgeworth #maya fey #pearl fey #i think the idea that the Fey's don't think vampires are real like Edgeworth doesn't think ghosts are real is good fun #Do they know at least 3? Yes #Have they seen them transform in front of them? Yes #Are vampires real? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm seems unlikely #Von Karma and Edgeworth are just Like that (tm)#with the startling popularity of this au i may actually have to write it somehow #add it to the pile of Weird ass au's arthurs written

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blujayonthewing · 11 months

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one kind of silly benefit of playing aubree specifically is that it makes me go 'okay I'm playing aubree today so I need to enjoy some really good food'

#'I am gonna COOK and ENJOY IT. aubree wouldn't want me to phone in BREAKFAST!!'#which is how I get from 'I can't decide what to eat... nothing sounds good...'#to 'it's an aubree day so I don't want eggs and toast I WANT eggs and toast and bacon or sausages but we don't have any :('#to '... but I DO have mushrooms and tomatoes and a lot of butter and the ability to do the toast in the frying pan :3c'#thank you aubree #nyssa also affects my eating habits she makes me wanna eat fruits and cheeses and honey and flowers #aubree: you are going to live deliciously (down to earth halfling comfort and pragmatism)#nyssa: you are going to live deliciously (woodland herbivorous fey hedonism)#Good Hot Bath vs milk and honey and rosewater #anyway I'm also making salmon with a red wine reduction and rice pilaf for dinner tonight 😌#a dinner we've added to our relatively regular rotation but that I planned for tonight specifically because of aubree #about me #aubree #nyssa

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curewhimsy · 1 year

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#Maya fey #ace attorney #phoenix wright #shitpost #mayoi ayasato #ayasato mayoi #memes #meme #are you sure she’s only talking about the fruit in the background haha

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lunar-fey · 10 months

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i wish my brain would . stop. or at least slow down a bit

#the fey speaks #cant even finish one thought before i get interrupted by 5 more....#truthfully wonder if what was diagnosed as adhd when i was a kid was actually a combo of autism + mania #maybe not though. tbh. maybe i have a 'delightful' mix of all three.#but anyway i was saying that because i don't actually USUALLY have my own thoughts distract me from my own thoughts.#i'm pretty distractable via external stimuli but not so much internal . except for when i am manic.#and idk the thoughts interrupting thoughts things seems like an adhd experience. but like i could still have it and just not that symptom.#i am not even really thinkinga bout this to be clear. this is just word vomit #even if i wanted to consider 'whether or not i actually have adhd'#which i do not.#i am pretty sure under normal brain conditions i have never doubted it #so i am probably just like. seeing things wrong right now #sorry my brain shut whatever i was thinking about there down already i forgot where i was going #i think i was just gonna say i think it wouldn't be very fruitful TO consider it. consdiering im a bit impaired atm #probably not the right way to word that but whatever.#ACKTUALLY maybe i shouldn't even be manic posting in the first place?

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senshibignaturals · 11 months

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I’ve been perpetually sick and hungry my entire life all day everyday forever and now I’m in Ireland and I’m just?? Fine?? I heard American food was bad but holy shit??? My whole life i tried every possible organic thing and dietary supplement and all natural horse shit I could obtain but two days out of the states and I’m cured. Holy fucking shit this is the first time in my life I haven’t been in a hellish cycle of insatiable hunger and abdominal pain and I think it’s just that the food isn’t poison here

#I feel like a conspiracy theorist but come the fuck on #every doctor and pharmacist couldn’t fix this but two days not eating American food did #oughhh I’m going to have to go back home and continue eating rat garbage food but now I’ve gotten a taste of food that has nutrients #like fruit from the fey lands I will long for this forever #god Ireland is so nice #it doesn’t smell like piss and no one has held me at gunpoint in two entire days #even the pigeons look healthier and I saw one drinking Guinness out of someone’s glass

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gamerplusdotorg · 1 year

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The Forest Bejewels Her

https://mixremix.cc/permalink.php?fname=Halflings_Berrying.txt

Created on NightCafe using prompts like - a halfling picking fruit in the woods, sunshine, berries, berry basket, butterflies, head and shoulders portrait, 8k resolution concept art portrait by Greg Rutkowski, Alphonse Mucha dynamic lighting hyperdetailed intricately detailed

All images are public domain.

#halfling #fey #fruit #berries #woods #forest #fantasy #RPG #OSR

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myfirstandlast · 2 years

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made my first dnd character yesterday :DD

#until 4am lmfao! i have an interview a little later today #no but idec it was rlly fun #im rlly terrible at backstory composition tho it’s been a long time since i’ve been successfully creative #also having a hard time sort of visualising her in a solid way even tho i see her in my head the look is still a little amorphous #but it was still rlly fun ehehehe im going to share #bc it was totally out of the blue and now i’m part of a campaign with no experience just the Smallest bit of understanding #so we decided on a fey wanderer ranger hexblood named cerise carambola obsessed w that last name btw #who’s a sort of fruit person the backstory is still a little in the works i may change some aspects #but essentially she was born of an enchanted fruit tree belonging to a witch requiring many servants/handmaidens/waiting ladies/whatever we #call it which are mostly sourced around guava and peach as far as inspiration #and this is the kind of workshoppy part but somehow as a wee fruit she was separated from the group so origin unknown brethren unknown #and we kind of sillily (sillily?) made up that with the woodcarving trade she was taken in and raised by a caravan of woodworking gnomes LOL #so a bit of a travelling spirit who one day feels compelled to depart and equipped with her skills she leaves the caravan to seek out her #origin. bit of a laugh with that very elf movie aspect but i still like it for now while we develop it #she also does custom engravings! let her whittle on your weapon she can put a heart with mom inside of it #she’s got a two handed crossbow and her little fey token thing i don’t remember are the iron scissors because i just feel like she will one #day need to cut a thread and if it were me i would certainly want the tool for it #as far as looks all i’ve gotten up to so far is very pale sage skin with dark green and brown speckling around the sun spots shoulders elbow #knees etc some might resemble more fruit bruising than speckling #and before we even came up with who the character herself was i was always envisioning this long slim frame like a needle-like silhouette of #being slightly over-exaggerated. im flip-flopping between the needle look and the more curvaceous gourd look to go with the whole guava shsp #shape but all i have on my mind rn are those bustiers that give u big round cleavage cuz they’re pressing u flat LMAO i just love those #um i think that’s basically what we’ve got up to now it was rlly exciting and it was kind of fun being able to sorta lean into the mary sue #of it all since u can literally do be imagine anything and be able to incorporate it. i am especially excited about my syrupy nectary #translucent blood hope that gets to make an appearance #but uh yea! if im able to take on the job i have the interview for it’s gonna fill up my days pretty consistently so i hope this will be #able to fit in comfortably and we can have a fun time. i was kind of nervous abt what sort of party i’d play w for the first time but the #one im in seems like it’ll be pretty interesting tbh and i’m looking forward to seeing how everyone will react in our battles #im kind of expecting a fantasy high everybody dies in the club moment but it’ll still be funny LOL

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wordsinhaled · 1 year

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is there legitimately anyone out there who watches bbc merlin and is normal about arthur and merlin??? is there anyone who watches, in a totally normal way, merlin sprinting through the forest to save arthur from being fucking sacrificed to the sidhe in a lake, like literal fan fiction trope level faerie court shit??? merlin ripping off his jacket like he's the hero in an austen novel to throw himself into a lake and save arthur from drowning ??? (we're not gonna talk about the foreshadowing. we're just not gonna talk about that part.) but okay, like, my favorite thing about merlin is he's all deceptively fey and shit, and arthur's the warrior, the prince, the knight, but literally at the same time arthur is thee damsel in distress of all time. arthur "YOU managed to knock me out?" pendragon and merlin "i'm clumsy and hapless and the kingdom loves to pelt me with fruit for being useless except when i'm saving your life literally every day with magic that i wield as effortlessly as breathing" emrys, tell me that isn't THE combo, like ???

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO UNITE THE KINGDOM OF ALBION. they were supposed to bring magic back to camelot!!! together!

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#aslfkjhglkdghlkh #bbc merlin #merthur #HIGH PITCHED SCREECHING

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just-j-really · 5 months

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Another Dreamling fic I'm probably not going to write: amnesia AU, but played for comedy/fluff. Hob forgets everything from the night he met Dream onward because of some sort of curse. Dream decides to look after him until the curse wears off, because he is Being a Good Friend.

So from Hob's perspective, a Mysterious Hot Guy told him he'd see him in 100 years time and then he woke up in the future, with the Mysterious Hot Guy refusing to let him out of his sight.

Hob is under the impression he's being kidnapped/seduced by some fey creature, and "show him the delights the future has to offer" is just how this guy flirts.

Hob is not opposed.

Meanwhile Dream is being dragged along on a whirlwind tour of the year 2023 by a Manic Pixie Dream Medieval Peasant who wants to see absolutely everything there is to see in the future right now immediately.

(I am a little bit thinking of the festival dance scene in Tangled, with Hob as Rapunzel. Only instead of Festival Activities he is enthusiastically dragging Dream around to the various Sights of modern London.)

The Sights in Question are this bizarre mix of 'things a modern person would consider an attraction in modern London' and 'entirely banal parts of modern London' and Hob is having the time of his life. The future has stores full of more food than he's seen??? And types of food he's never seen??? And spices and off-season fruit just sitting there??? And fabric is so soft now???? And medication and pest control are just??? Available??? Life is so rich!!!!

(And on the other hand like. This man was excited about playing cards. Someone please show him an arcade. He is forcing Dream to play every multiplayer game available. Especially the driving ones. Neither of them knows how to drive.)

(Dream takes him to a museum and he's staring at a display from the 14-1500s marveling at how futuristic the technology is. He's actually more excited about that stuff than he is about the whole 'computers' thing because it's close enough for him to have some point of reference.)

(Also sidebar from the comedy- Maybe Dream shows Hob the ruins of the White Horse. Hob stares at the building for a long time, then starts crying. Not outright sobs, just tears steadily slipping down his face like he's not really aware of them. Dream panics and tries to comfort him, mentally kicking himself for showing Hob the one connection to the life he knows in ruins. But Hob, laughing now, explains that this was the first time it really hit him? That he's actually 600 years in the future, not in some fairyland Dream created. And that means that all the disease and starvation and war and world-ending horror he was staring down 600-odd years ago didn't. He was going to grit his teeth and live no matter what but the fact that the world made it here along with him? That humanity's still here? And managed to create antibiotics and planes and chimneys in the meantime? That's a goddamn miracle.)

And Dream is getting dragged along with Hob, at first reluctantly, but slowly falling for Hob's enthusiasm throughout the day/week/whatever. And this version of Hob is like. Outright flirting with him. He's outright flirting with a lot of people, fair, but Dream especially. And of course Dream's having a feeling about it, because of course the version of Hob who doesn't actually know him, doesn't know how cruel he was over the centuries, is the one who'd be interested in him.

The Manic Pixie Dream Medieval Peasant Tour of London ends up taking on a decidedly romantic note, after a few days. And one night, after an evening in a restaurant that Dream knows is one of Hob's favorites, where everyone around them was silently willing them to get a room because the tension between two people who are very carefully sitting on opposite sides of the table and not actually touching, just talking to each other, was far too palpable, Hob caves, and drags Dream into a kiss the second they get back to his flat.

It's a good kiss, and Dream lets himself enjoy it for a moment, because he'll never get to kiss Hob again so at least he can have the memory of this one. Then he gently breaks the kiss and tells Hob, equally gently, that they can't. That Hob doesn't remember the majority of their relationship, how cruel Dream has been to him. That his present self doesn't feel the same way.

And then Hob, who's been staring starry-eyed at Dream this whole conversation, says "I do, though."

And Dream is like "Yes I know you like me now with but the you with your memory intact does not."

And Hob's like "No, I do. I got my memory back right when I kissed you."

And there is, unfortunately, more confusion (Hob explaining that yes he has always liked Dream it's just that 600 years have made him minutely less reckless and also the current him remembers that they are friends and doesn't want to ruin that. But no, Dream is wrong on all counts, he remembers every moment of their friendship and he does like Dream the same way and holy shit??? There is a 'same way'???? Dream wanted to keep kissing him????)

And then they clear all that up and live happily ever after.

(Yes it was a True Love's Kiss thing)

#dreamling #hob gadling #my fic

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fanaticsnail · 3 months

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I just binged a bunch of your fics and I have a tiny request for you! Could you do headcanons for Zoro and/or Sanji with a selkie reader (together or separately)? Please and thank you!!

Masterlist here.

Word Count: Background Drabble, 700+. Per gentleman, 600+.

Hello dear anon! Thank you for challenging me with a mythical fic! I enjoyed my time crafting it for you. I hope you don't mind, I wrote them as more mini-fics/drabbles rather than HCs. I also snuck in an extra character because apparently the heart wants what it wants today, and I can't deny the words from wording.

Selkies are an aquatic race of fey native to the cold, wet northern coastlines. They live in villages on the shore, and occasionally mingle with outsiders. They have a particular wariness of humans, due to their tendency to steal their seal skins, but Selkie are otherwise very sociable creatures that love exploring the shores and the oceans beyond (Fact link, 5e Race)

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There was a battle above the surface, that was one thing you were certain of. Cannonfire, ricocheting iron balls and splintering of the wooden masts above the waves. You had never seen such violence, such hatred between two peoples. Recognising the marine lettering was no difficulty for you; their kind gracing your shores with regularity.

It was the other vessel that drew you in. You heard laughter ringing down below the ocean surface, halting you in your retreat as you sought out its source with your blackened eyes. Your sisters had long since fled from the display of violence, opting to hide away and wait for the fighting to stop. But you remained behind, desperately seeking out the conclusion to the battle above.

Suddenly, the marine ship began to flee from the engagement, but not before a figure was cast into the water and began rapidly sinking to the oceanic floor. Your eyes widened, your tail-flipper carrying you with haste to bring yourself over to the figure without a second thought.

His hair was dark, his eyes were tightly shut, and his limbs refused to move in a way to propel him away from his approaching death within the salt water. A devil-fruit user, you thought, bringing your curious eyes over to his and seeking them out beneath his closed eyelids. The small scar below his left eye had your head cocking to the side in curiosity.

“Luffy!” you heard several voices cry from above the surface of the water, the man’s eyes immediately opening to meet your own. His shock was written all over his face, his breath releasing in a bubbled huff that had his arms attempting to raise upwards to collect his breath to no avail.

“Luffy,” you called in your oceanic language, smiling your feral face into his; revealing rows of sharpened teeth in a wide smile. His panic continued to rise, his lungs screaming for air as you took your time studying him. You drew your face impossibly close to his, unblinking eyes studying him as he struggles against the water. “Luffy,” you again called to him, your eyes and face beginning to relay a humanoid likeness, “Let me help you.”

You ushered your body beneath his, chaperoning him to the surface of the water and drawing his body up to the surface of the water. He immediately sucked in a large ballooned breath of air, his neck snapping towards his ship to seek out the concerned and panicked faces of the members of his crew. After he made eye contact and flashed them a winning grin, he turned back to face your animalistic and beastly face, and upturned his eyes in gratitude.

“You think you could take me to the ship?” He asked, a mischievous twinkle now reflected in his eyes as he checked over you. You nodded, beginning to ride the propelling waves over to the vessel. The figurehead of a ram was carved intricately against the ship’s stern, a beauty to behold as you danced your flipper and easily propelled you both to the splintered and fractured wood.

He wrapped his arms around your upper flippers, nuzzling into the back of your neck and uttering his gratitude against your skin. Your voice harshly barked a cracked laugh at the gesture, enjoying his playfulness and kindness as he continued to tell you what a good seal you were.

“Luffy, what are you doing?!” A woman with orange hair called out to him, eyes wide and panicked.

“This seal saved me from drowning!” he called in return, with his broad smile pleasantly cracking his face, “Gotta rub its belly and thank it with a big scratch and a cuddle!” As Luffy drew himself over to the ship, he jumped from your back and took hold of the rigging above and began his slow climb to the top of the water.

Your instincts screamed at you to return to your sisters, to withdraw away from these sailors; but as soon as your eyes sprung over to meet your eyes with theirs. Why, you were completely hypnotized.

Hoisting your body upwards, your beastly form shedding from your human form and shrouding yourself in a cloak of blubber and fur. You climbed in your nudity to the decks above, hoisting your legs over the side of the ship and revealing yourself to the entirety of the crew in front of you.

“Luffy,” the woman whispered, her shock written all over her face, “That is no mere seal.” Luffy cocked his head over, shock now written on his face at noticing your beauty in your human form.

“That is a selkie.”

Zoro

The swordsman had never seen such beauty in his life. Although immediately drawn in by your otherworldly radiance, as the loyal first mate aboard the Going Merry: he stepped in and ushered the captain behind him and took a protective stance. A darkness was within your eyes, rotating your shoulders as you squared up to face this mysterious man.

You knew from your place within the water below that when your eyes met his, he was a marvel to behold. But now with your close proximity to him, his valiance and loyalty to his captain had you immediately smitten. Widening your lips in a broad grin, you elevated your hands in front of yourself defensively and bowed your head low to him.

“I mean neither you nor your crew harm, Protector,” your honeyed voice sweetly called to him. He was taken aback with your voice, stumbling in his step forward as he continued to shield his captain away from you.

“I’ll be the judge o’ that, Ningyo,” he uttered with a smirk;his eyes displaying a similar ferocity to yours in your bestial form.

And that is when you decided you were going to court him. Your soul cried out to join with his; immediately smitten with the swordsman. You stayed with the crew for months, subtle touches over his shoulders, leaving a fresh kill at his feet first, before Sanji took it to the kitchen to properly prepare it. Everything you did, you did to please the swordsman. Every fiber of your being called to him and courted him.

You began leaving your furred skin around in places for him to find, only for him to return it to you with a deep scowl and a verbal reprimand of: “Can ya stop leaving this around the place? It’s really annoying.”

It was only when Usopp and Nami physically sat him down and spelt out the courting practices of Selkie folk that had his face burning with a bright vibrance and his eyes widened. His lips downturned in a deep frown as his blush rose, his shock at your shameless audacity of courting him so publicly without any context of his lacking comprehension.

He decided a full frontal confrontation was what was needed to tackle this, no room for any other mistaken intentions and misdirection for his lack of direction sense.

“You been leaving your blubber ‘round for me to find, Ningyo?” he yelled at you, heads snapping up from the crew around as they witnessed this verbal spat.

“Yes,” you confirmed, laying back and basking in the sun atop the wooden deck.

“Why?” His pointed hazelnut gaze held the intensity of a man staring down his enemy. You refused to shy away; instead rising to your feet and squaring up to him.

“Because I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” your lip curled at the corner, your sharpened canines baring out in your brilliant smile. He reached down, claiming your biceps within his wide fingers and palm.

“Why me?” He growled, his tone low enough for only you to hear. You reached up your hand, softening your smile and cradling his angry face beneath your palm.

“Because I love you, Zoro,” you cooed up at his face, eyes half-lidded and full of nothing short of full adoration. His breath hitched in his throat, his mind not keeping up with the words you were relaying to him.

“This why you kept bringin’ me fish?” He asked you, his nose crinkling up as his smile broke through onto his lips. You nodded, leaning into his face. You gently brushed your nose with his, closing your eyes as you breathed him in.

Breaking from the gentle touch, you withdrew your nose from its contact and quickly bore your teeth at him, biting his chin in a gentle nip. He flinched at the contact, eyes widening at your expression.

“Next time I leave it out for you,” you growled at him, “Don’t bring it back to me, Protector.”

“I won’t, Ningyo.”

Sanji

Sanji’s breath was sucked from his lungs, his eyes wide and wild at seeing a creature of myth and legend aboard the deck of the ship. He watched as your eyes slowly assessed the crew, your gaze lingering on Luffy before your gaze snapped and met with his. Your lips parted, your heart rose into your throat as your eyes began to widen at him.

From your position below the waves, shepherding the member of the pirate crew back above deck, you drew your attention to the blond member of the crew and were immediately intrigued. As your eyes met with his rounded, gray orbs; you knew for certain:

This man was the most beautiful sight you had ever laid your eyes on. And looking at him, you knew he was immediately taken with you too.

But you refused to give into your emotions that easily.

For the next few months, you found yourself constantly nearby the ship known as the Going Merry. You constantly checked up on their non-swimming captain to ensure his safety traveling the seas, but your eyes always fell over the form of the chef amongst them. Each time you would leave, you always looked over your shoulder to notice the way his eyes would linger on you - always holding hope that you would turn back around and remain with him.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you began ushering grandiose feasts of fish and crustaceans towards the Merry, always ensuring your blond was well supplied with a variety of ingredients from within the depths of the ocean.

Kelp, seaweed and shells of vast variety began to find themselves on the windowsill of the kitchen; just as flowers, beads and brightly coloured stones were left out for you to find as you placed the gifts there. Each present had your heart swelling, but continuing to remain strong in not giving into your human emotions. He was human, and you were not.

As the ship pulled into a far off dock, Sanji’s eyes met yours as you attempted to remain coy to his attention. You were bathing in the ocean; your lengthy hair covering the linen against your chest and over your hips, pelvis and glutes. Your eyes were shut, raking a sharpened, toothed stone through your hair to detangle it of its strands - your fur and blubber skin cast aside atop a rock behind you.

Sanji was no fool. As soon as he began harboring affection for you, he asked Nami and Usopp for a variety of literature pertaining to aquatic mythos. He knew that if he were to claim your fur for himself, you would have no choice but to be with him.

He bid a hasty farewell to his crew for the evening, gesturing with his chin over to your position to alert Nami to his intentions. She pursed her lips, attempting to hold back her smile as Sanji drew himself closer to you.

As he drew his shaky hands over the skin laying so innocently against the moss-covered gray rocks, he stilled his descent and retracted his hand. Sensing his hesitation, you looked over your shoulder at him but chose not to address him. Your body and mind screamed at him to take it, to claim it for himself and, in turn, claim you. But as the seconds drew into minutes, minutes turning into several cold and unbroken moments - you finally turned to make eye contact with the chef behind you.

He was sat directly beside your fur, a cigarette beginning to relinquish its flames down to the filter as he took in the nicotine-laced smoke. His expression was unreadable, stoic and still: something you had not seen reflected on his eyes in all the months you had known him.

“Sanji?” you asked, your brows furrowing in question. He shook his head, inhaling a final breath of his cigarette before stifling the tip and stuffing the butt into his pouch for later disposal. “Sanji, why won’t you claim me?” He again shook his head, closing his eyes and turning himself away from you.

“I wanted to, mon cœur, believe me,” he confessed, nodding his head but holding his eyes closed.

“Then why didn’t you?” you rose to your human feet and began stalking over to him. As you drew yourself over to his seated form, you knelt low before him, falling to your knees in front of him.

“I would never force you to be with me, mon trésor. No matter how much I want you, I would never want you to be mine without knowing it’s truly what you want,” he confessed, opening his eyes to meet his eyes with yours once more. His eyes were pools of true adoration and love, swimming amongst the sunset reflected off the horizon.

You sighed, reaching down and collecting your fur from its place beside Sanji and bundling it within your arms. Holding it tightly and firmly within your arms, you firmly squeezed it against your chest to hold it one last time before gently bowing your head and presenting it out to him.

“This belongs to you, Sanji,” you whispered, stretching out your arms further in front of you, “Like my heart: it will always belong to you.” You heard his breath hitch in his throat, immediately falling to his knees in front of you and drawing you in for an embrace. He was quick to cradle you against his torso, smoothing his hands over your slightly damp hair and placing a sweet amount of quick kisses against your temple and hairline.

You pulled away from his embrace, looking steadily into his eyes at first before propelling your face into his to claim his lips beneath your own. Your movements were slow, dancing with skill and passion as you took his bottom lip between your sharpened teeth. He groaned against your lips, whimpering as you dropped your fur and entangled your arms around him in a strong embrace. You clawed at his back in an attempt to hold him closer to you, your nails tearing small holes into the back of his jacket and finding residence in his muscular flesh beneath the material.

“I will return it to you when you desire to go home to your sisters, mon cherie,” Sanji whispered, his heart swelling at your confession, “I know you will always belong to the wilds, and I refuse to selfishly keep you with me when humanity becomes all too much for you.”

Hearing a small winced whimper, you broke away from his lips and gazed into his eyes. He looked at you with nothing but true adoration and love, his eyes softening as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Sanji,” you confessed, your voice low and as sweet as honey-wine. Sanji’s smile continued to shine against his cheeks, his eyes dancing lights behind the irises at such an impossible notion. To harbor the adoration of a mythical creature of great renown and legend, that was no easy feat.

“I love you too,” he confessed, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, “And I hope to continue to be worthy of such affection from someone as amazing as you.”

Luffy

“A selkie, hey?” He exclaimed with glee, immediately bringing himself before you, “Does that mean I can’t give you belly rubs, a scratch and a cuddle?” At that small question, your heart immediately swelled with the fierce desire to travel with this devil-fruit user.

“I do not think a belly rub or a scratch would be appropriate in this form, no,” your melodious and sweetened giggle sprung gleefully into the air. Luffy huffed out his own laughter, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders and drawing you close to him.

“Thank you for saving me, seal,” he cooed in your ear, squeezing you impossibly tight within his arms. After breaking his face away from your shoulder, he continued to hold you within his circular grip as he gazed into your eyes. You danced your gaze between his two caramel orbs, staring up at him through your eyelashes as his warm smile became contagious.

“I am not a seal, Luffy,” you purred, baring your sharpened canine teeth at him as your smile broadened.

Luffy couldn’t explain this emotion he felt, but he knew he wanted you to travel with him. Always with him. Never far from sight, not even when in your seal form and dancing in the waves below. He would patiently wait for you to crawl up the hull of the ship and meet your eyes with his; relishing in the ways your smile crept atop your lips as you savoured the mirrored reflection he met you with.

He wanted to keep you. He needed to keep you.

And you felt exactly the same. This sailor, this captain among the straw-hat pirates with the dream of becoming king of them. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. And so, you made it apparent.

Swimming below the depths and finding the most beautiful pearl within the heart of several clams; you presented him with your treasures. You brought him the flesh of your fresh kills, presenting him with the raw, sweeter, meats and watched him enthusiastically dine on the creatures - before becoming violently ill most times.

Sanji managed to sit you down in the kitchen, reprimanding you firstly before directing you to bring them to him for him to make the meat safe for human consumption. You did not take well to this notion, wanting him to see how hard you worked to provide for your beloved captain.

It was one night where you physically bore yourself before him, your body only clad in sheer linen as you presented your furred flesh to him with a warm flush littering your cheeks. Unaware of its significance, he immediately placed it over his body, removing his straw hat and placing your otherworldly head atop his own. It swelled your heart to witness him take to your gift with such enthusiasm, truly allowing yourself to humble before this pirate and allow him to claim you as his own.

“Thank you, seal,” he smiled at you, wrapping the skin around himself as one would a plush duvet to shield themselves from the cold, “why are you giving me your skin? I don’t understand.”

You sighed out an exasperated breath, your shoulders slouching and brows upturning in sorrow. He immediately snapped upright and rigid, removing his hands from beneath the flesh and collecting your shoulders beneath his palms.

“What does this mean, seal?” he asked you, his eyes displaying concern as he held you firm, “You’re not gonna leave, are you? I don’t want you to go. I want you always with me-.”

“-This means I am yours,” you confessed, your eyes refusing to meet his, “And by you accepting it; it means you are mine.” He sucked in a hasty and large breath through his nose, his eyes widening as his lungs swelled. He closed his eyes as he moved his hands over your shoulders.

“You won’t leave? You won’t go back to your family?” He sought out your eyes with his own, angling his head down to collect your gaze, “You’ll stay with me?”

“You’re my dream, Luffy,” you smiled, your eyes finally meeting his caramel orbs, “And I want to always be with you.”

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Adventure: Through the Vine

Surrounded by some of the most coveted vineyards on the continent, your party sits in the shaded garden and listens to the old alchemist explaining why she needs your help getting drunk enough to see the face of god.

Every adventurer knows the name Ultani, at least those with coin and taste enough to order bottles of wine when they and their friends hit up a tavern after a delve. What an irony then for one of the Ultani family to ask for THEM at her table, and with a business proposition of all things.

Bent with age but bright of eye, Ivilia Ultani needs their help tracking down the location of an abandoned druid sanctum in the far wilderness and retrieving fruit sacred to the god of vintners and healers left over from a disastrous ritual. Her reasons? Apparently after decades perusing the alchemical mysteries Ivilia got her hands on a bottle blessed by the wine-god himself, and spent four days in a state of drunken revelation pencilling out her magnum opus. The bottle and her inspiration dry just before she finished, so rather than waiting years trying to trial and error the last piece or searching for another bottle she's decided to make some of her own.

Along the way the party will contend with family drama, the cutthroat politics of the wine trade, and the long echoing consequences of stealing from merciful gods. For their troubles they'll not only earn the thanks of a talented alchemist, but also potentially a new home should they hold true to their task.

Setup: Though she is the oldest of her of her merchant clan Ivilia is not the head of the Ultani winery. Her younger brother Valtar had the talent for cultivation and business while she veered towards eccentric scholarship, now Valtar's adult grandchildren run the business and the numerous sprawling vineyards associated with it while she lives in learned obscurity on the original family homestead.

While she occasionally helps out whit a new formulation of fertilizer or pest repellent, Ivilia is rather distant from the rest of the Ultani family who view her as a bit of a kook, who all to often uses her inherited share of the enterprise to buy obscure texts or finance futile experiments.

Challenges & Complications:

Actually finding the sanctum is going to be half the problem. Druidic orders are notoriously protective about the location of their secret clubhouses, and this order was scattered to the wind more than a century ago. Ivilia has tracked down the vague location where she thinks the sanctum might be, but unless the party wants to spend days combing the dangerous wilderness they're going to need to track down a more reliable source. Parsing through local rumours and records gives them three leads, an elf who still provides council to the local Count (goodluck getting an appointment), a vaguely helpful ditty that was recounted to a local bard (since dramatized in endless retelling), and an elder of the order who flew back to his home village in the shape of a falcon. Investigating the latter finds that the elder was apparently so scarred by what he'd seen at the sanctum that he transformed himself into a tree and has spent the intervening decades letting his mind and memory lignify.

The Sanctum itself and the landscape that surrounds it has been scarred by an act of divine wrath that still lingers in the form of dangerous fey and choking vines. Roots have undermined the walls and foundations, making chambers all to easy to collapse. In the centre of this ruin lays the undead corpse of Elmgrace , a once famed elven healer who sought the boon of the god Litirenn only to try and use that gift to reign the god towards his own purposes. Resentful at this deception Litirenn unleashed havoc on the sanctum, cursing Elmgrace never to die, never to rot, and never to rejoin the cycle of nature. Forever vinebound to the same altar he intended for the deity, Elmgrace's few last fanatical followers still tend to his broken body, attempting to brew up more potent poisons that will finally "free" their teacher from his torment.

Unfortunately, the fruit the party needs to pluck grows only from the plants impaling Elmgrace's body, which his followers are very protective of. Even after the party races through the wilderness and back to civilization with their prize they'll need to look over their shoulder for toxin obsessed cultists stalking their trail.

Further Adventures:

Milo Ultani has something to prove, the oldest of four siblings and a gaggle of cousins poised to inherit the winery he was raised to value hard work and loyalty to the family above all else. All his life it has irked him that his great aunt was allowed to dwell in their ancestral home, some of the nicest land his family owns, leaching off their enterprise like a withered limb. What finally drives him to act is Ivilia offhandedly mentioning that she intends to sign over her house and land to the party as a reward for helping her drink her way to enlightenment again. Resentment turns to rage in the young man's mind as a plan begins to form; A vine must be pruned in order to be fruitful after all.

When the party return with the godly fruit they're going to find Ivilia gone, her home broken into during the night her bed a mess of red that at first seems to be blood, but is infact wine. Surrounded by experts it doesn't take long for the vino in question to be identified as belonging to Jadash Hill, one of the Ultani's oldest rivals who are known for their unscrupulous business practices. It's at this point that Milo comes forward, reporting that some of their carters had gotten into brawls with those from Jadash Hill at a local tollhouse, sending the bastards packing and ignoring their threats of reprisal as idle boasting. This did indeed happen, but only because Milo is in charge of part of the family's delivery operation and instigated the fight himself.

The clock is ticking, the party has a bushel of miracle fruit that's going to rot and the alchemist they were supposed to deliver it to is nowhere to be seen. They can either find Ivilia quick, figure out a method of preserving the fruit, or read through her notes and attempt to concoct the divine wine themselves.

However badly he thinks of her, Milo would never kill his great aunt, having instead had his loyal carters drag her off to a small cottage on the edge of a property the family was keeping fallow for the year. In his reckoning the old woman won't live much longer, and while the emerging feud with Jadash hill keeps the family busy he can figure out a better place to keep his great aunt locked up. He wasn't delicate in his planning but he moves fast and the influence he has with the workforce as the presumptive heir cannot be overstated.

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