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cosmolog · 1 year

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Imagine No Way Home ended with this scene.

Side Note: Y/n is a superhero who can teleport and slow down or even freeze time.

This imagine was literally me writing this while listening to this song and thinking, "every time I turn around you disappear" hmm, teleportation powers, she shall have!

Peter sat on a bench in a local park, the same park in which he helped Tony fight an alien from space. He remembers that moment with sadness. That was the start of his space journey, one which led to him blipping along with half the universe.

He remembers entering that afterlife place, seeing all those people freaking out at what had just occured. Until Strange had called up all the heroes and told them of the plan. The plan that led to the end of the war, and the end of Tony's life.

After that, Peter had gone back to being Spider-Man, though it ended in him making a fake friend and the betrayal of said friend.

Then all that led to Peter's identity being revealed to the entire world. Most people hated Peter for 'killing Mysterio', but only the people who truly believed in Spider-Man had the common sense to think, 'He wouldn't do such a thing. He's Spider-Man!'

And after visiting Strange about it, all went to shit. Spider-Men and their villains from different universes started leaking into Peter's universe.

So in order to set things right, Peter told Strange to make everyone forget he existed. Which worked a treat after some lovey dovey stuff.

So now, nobody knew who Peter was. He had tried and failed to tell his friends what happened, he didn't want to ruin their lives all over again.

Anyways. Present day.

As Peter sat, his eyes drifting between all the people around him. Some kids were playing with their dog, their mother keeping a watchful eye on them, a man was reading the New York Times, a woman doing a photoshoot with a guy behind the camera, the clicks of each shot rang through Peter's ears.

Suddenly, he felt another person sit down beside him, on the other end of the bench. "So this is what you're going to do all day" The girl, around Peter's age, spoke, also looking around the place.

Peter glanced at her. "Sorry, uh. Are you talking to me?" He asked, not seeing a phone to her ear.

She smiled, meeting his gaze. "I sure am" She replied.

"What do you mean by saying this is what I've been doing all day?" He asked. "I don't even know who you are"

"Apologies, Mr. Parker. I'm bad at communicating with fellow people. I'm Y/n L/n" She answered.

"How- How do you know me. Strange casted a spell, you're not meant to know me" Peter rushed, beginning to freak out.

"Did I forget to mention I'm not exactly human?" She asked, mentally kicking herself. "I'm sort of a superhero...? I don't know what else to call it. I can teleport and freeze time meaning my body can rip itself apart only to be put back together every time I teleport" She teleported all the way to the edge of the park, where Peter could spot her waving, before teleporting back to where she originally sat.

"Does it hurt?" Peter asked.

"No...Not really" She replied. "I got these....abilities when I touched a blue box. Which was I don't know how many years ago" She replied, crossing one leg over the other. "I was pretty stupid back then"

"We could've used you in the fight against Thanos, your skills would've come in handy" Peter said. "Why didn't you help?"

"Because I didn't even know there was a fight. You were on another planet. Plus, I don't want to be a superhero like you or have responsibilities like Steve Rogers" She said. "I just want my powers to be something I can use if I ever need to get away from danger or get others out of danger"

Peter paused for a moment. "How come Mr.Stark or Nick Fury didn't find you?" He asked.

"Have a good think about that one, Peter. Teleportation is very handy if nobody else can move as fast as you" She chuckled. "Nick Fury did find me once, he tried to make me join the Avengers and I wanted no part in that, even if they offered me all that money. I don't like feeling like people own me. I don't like being used as a human shield" She said.

"Okay, I see where you're coming from but I don't do it for the paycheck, heck, I don't get payed at all now. Being Spider-Man is great, I get to do my part ensuring the safety of everyone in New York and the World. And when I'm me, I get to hang out with my friends and go through normal life things like having a girlfriend. Well, at least I had a girlfriend and a life. But it's just Spider-Man, he's all I can be now. Everyday I wake up, and it's Spider-Man who goes about his day. I feel like Peter Parker stopped existing the moment I put on that suit for the first time" Peter ranted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. "Well...I remember you. So Peter Parker does exist, I'm living evidence of that. And I believe in you, always have always will"

"How do you know me?" Peter asked, titling his head slightly.

She shrugged. "This is gonna sound weird but I've seen you before, first in my dreams, then at school. And the thing is, my memory is so incredibly enhanced thanks to the tesseract, that not even a spell from the former Sorcerer Supreme could tamper with my head. It's very interesting, most of the stuff I know now, I just know because of that blue stone. I know everything there is to know about the universe. I can go anywhere I want. So you could say the stone protected me. Well, some of it, the rest is destroyed"

Peter huffed. "Huh" He muttered.

She suddenly sat up, leaning towards him, a smile on her face. "So, do you wanna catch some bad guys?" She asked.

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ajokeformur-ray · 7 years

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Matchup it is. :) Well, I am a female and I prefer boys. Ravenclaw and Pukwudgie. 5'9" and average. I have long, wavy dark brown hair, chestnut eyes and a dimple in right cheek. My personality is mainly funny, sassy and smart. I have unbelievable burst of confidence when I'm with my friends. I have a lot of interests in both writing and art and I spend almost all of my free time in it. Also very lazy, not sporty type at all. Reads a lot of everything. Music genre depends on my mood of the say. I like peonies too much and everything that has lemon (fruit x3) in it, especially lemon ice cream. ALL 3 GENS OF HP

Marauder Era - Remus Lupin

- The two of you have similar intellects and Remus finds himself being friends and then later, in a relationship with, someone who is of a similar intellect with him. The two of you often have long, intensely academic discussions about the things you learnt in classes, and it often baffles and impressed those within earshot, including teachers. You would study with each other and the rest of the Marauders, and they all get flying grades without really trying. Remus would love brushing your hair and if the glow of a nearby candle catches your hair and shows the multitude of hues in it, Remus is left breathless by your beauty. The two of you are also incredibly sassy and sometimes let off steam this way; with cutting barbs that would be grounds for an argument if you both weren’t holding back laughter with mischievous gleams in your eyes.

- Your confidence never fails to make Remus smile, and he sometimes wishes he could be that confident with his friends. You’re creative and spend every spare moment you have either writing or drawing. If he was allowed to, Remus would adore reading and seeing your art. He’d openly compliment you and would definitely team up with the other Marauders to buy you supplies for Christmases and birthdays.

- Remus isn’t the sporty type either, so when the other Marauders are watching or doing Quidditch, the two of you are studying together in the Great Hall, bent over various books and papers. Failing that, one of you would sneak into the others’ Common Room and cuddle by the fire. He has a flexible taste in music so you both experiment ith what sounds good and share music tracks with each other. When you’re mad at him for one reason or another, he’d apologise by threading a peony in your hair and kissing you, once you’ve talked it out like adults.

- You’re a physically affectionate couple, though PDA is strictly on a down-low and is limited to quic pecks, hugs, and passed notes with words charmed to disappear once they’ve been read by the addressee. You have a close relationship and you help each other out more than you’re aware.

Golden Trio Era - George Weasley

- You have similar traits to George, even though you’re in different Houses. George often comes to sit with you at the Ravenclaw table, though you also go to sit at the Gryffindor table just to shake things up a bit. He’d find you one of the most interesting people he’s ever met and your eyes would be one of his favourite sights, especially when you’re smiling and they just light up. You make each other laugh and really, isn’t that what it’s all about?

- Your confidence is one of the things he loves about you, and when he’s planning a prank with Fred, you all put your brains together and tend to try to one up each other, though you quickly figure out the issues in their WWW products because three heads are better than one. Your creativity also comes in handy and on the rare occasions that you come with an idea so ingenius that they’re surprised, you get bear hugs and high-fives. George would enjoy looking at your art and would find it amazing how you can sit and create an entire idea or world just by bleeding out onto paper.

- George is sporty and you’re not, so if you wanted to support him at games, he’d be happy but he’d never complain if you weren’t interested in watching. You cuddle as often as you can, and it amuses him how your mood affects what music you listen to. He charms paper into peonies whever you’re down and always makes sure there’s lemon ice cream at impromptu Gryffindor parties, which are legendary all across the school.

- It’s definitely quite affectionate. George is intuitive and knows when you’re not okay so he’d always be there to help you bounce back. You keep each other laughing and smiling and you both make sure that those around you are looked after, too.

Epilogue Era - Albus Potter

- Ravenclaw and Slytherin... An unusual relationship but definitely a comfortable one. You’re both incredibly smart and sarcastic, and this is likely how you both communicate - sarcastic comments, questions, and deep conversations that tend to be focused around Albus’ life, though if you asked to specifically talk about your own problems rather than his, he’d be all for it. When Albus struggles to do a spell, you help him, and you succeed often.

- Albus tends to keep to himself, especially when others bully him, so I think over time, a bit of your confidence would rub off on him and he’d find himself making barbs and quips at people who insult him. You’re creative and spend all your free time doing that, and Albus would study quietly alongside you, asking you questions sometimes if you were fine with interruptions. When he’s angry, he would be cold even to you, but if you pushed him just enough, he’d open up to you and would apologise. On the other side of the coin, if you were troubled Albus would encourage you to talk about it and would show great compassion towards you, your troubles becoming his.

- Albus doesn’t play Quidditch so generally when the rest of the school is busy with sports or quietly studying, you both sit by the Great Lake - weather permitting - and study together or simply relax, lay back and talk. You listen to music together, experimenting until you both find something you like, and Albus would often buy you peonies on the first day back to Hogwarts, just to say he was thinking of you on the way there.

- I’m not sure how affectionate he would be, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by PDA so this aspect of the relationship would be up to you. You’d get him through some really rough times and he wouldn’t know where he’d be without you by his side to keep him right.

#harry potter #match up #marauder era #remus lupin #golden trio era #george weasley #tcc era #epilogue #albus s potter

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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Remove your mask boy pt.2

Chapter 1

I threw my suitcase open. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was so nervous. Packing my suitcase started to make it all real. I used to do this job way too far in advance. I had asked a lot of patience not to do it, but now it was finally allowed. My wardrobe doors were open. Ready to be emptied. I had a large suitcase to fill and a large hand luggage bag. I had agreed with myself to bring only the essentials. Clothes and personal belongings. Tomorrow morning I would catch the train to the airport. So today everything had to be packed. I started with my clothes. Doubtfully I looked at the closet. One by one I picked out clothes that I absolutely had to have with me. If I arrived in Japan, I would buy more stuff to full the holes in my wardrobe. This wouldn't be easy either, since I had red that Japanese people were very small and that it wasn't easy to buy large sizes. But that was a problem for later. The first half of my suitcase was filled. I had put everything in vacuum bags in order to be able to pack optimally. Weight did not matter. I was already prepared to pay more for it at the airport. I looked around my room. What did I really need in personal stuff? My laptop came with me, but in my hand luggage. Two of my favourite reading books. I hadn't started on them yet, but I already knew I would love them. They were Japanese stories. I almost turned my whole room upside down to look for stuff I absolutely had to take with me. With each one I thought carefully whether I needed it or whether I could replace it by buying it in Japan. After about three hours I had finished packing. Satisfied I looked at my suitcase, which was already locked, my overcrowded hand luggage and my outfit that I would wear tomorrow morning on the plane. I was ready for it. Everything on my to-do list was stripped off. All that was left on the desk was my important documents. The letter of admission from my new school, my passport, plane ticket and my application for the apartment complex where I was going to live. The place where I was going to live was called Shirakawago. I had searched everything thoroughly on google several times already. The surroundings it was in, the way to school, supermarkets and shops that were around the aria and much more. Online it looked fantastic. Exactly what I dreamed of. In the summers the trees with sakura were blossoming beautifully, in the autumn it was colourful and in the winter it looked like a winter fairy tale. The small village where I ended up still had much of its original antiquity. It was close to a few acres of reed beds and streets still had houses made of wood. In the past weeks I had also taught myself to cook Japan and recognise Japanese food. My language skills were far from optimal, but I already knew a lot of basic phrases to help myself on my way. I was someone who wrote everything down, so in my hand luggage there was also a self-made booklet in which I had written down all my knowledge of the language. I looked at the clock. By now it was quarter past five. I walked down to the kitchen. Nobody was home. As usual. Both of my parents worked full-time and were barely home. Often enough they also had a business trip. I had taught myself to cook at a young age. It was nothing new. My parents also had little protest against my trip to the other side of the world. They had opened an account for me to live on. Then I didn't have to work and I could fully focus on my school. My mind wandered as I grabbed my bento box from the fridge. I had three trays ready. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat much because of the nerves, so I had already filled a couple of bento boxes with tasty, healthy and filling food a day in advance. I grabbed my chopsticks from the cutlery drawer and plopped down on the couch. I turned on the TV, slowly ate my food while I watched it slowly get dark outside. Around nine o'clock I decided it had been good for today. With a tired head I got up and walked with my empty box and chopsticks to the kitchen. I didn't feel like washing it off. I put it in the sink. My last farewell present for my parents. With my dull head I chuckled at my own joke. I walked back to my room and clicked the light out. In the middle of the room my travel stuff was ready. I regained energy in my body. That was not good. I wouldn't be able to sleep like this tonight. I've never been very good at it. In the old days, when I was still on holiday with my parents, I was always so nervous the night before that I could barely get to sleep. I put on my pyjamas, brushed my teeth thoroughly and collected my things in my toiletry bag. My phone went in the charger. Of course I couldn't help but look at photos and videos online on my phone. I knew this wouldn't help me sleep fast, but my alarm clock didn't go off until half past nine. There was little hurry. Around half past twelve I decided to put my phone away anyway. An hour ago I had already heard my parents coming home, but they had not shown up in my room. That used to make me sad, but now it didn't bother me much anymore. Of course, deep down I missed this contact with my parents. We used to have big arguments about this, from which came the conclusion that they worked so hard for my future and our contact would be better in the future. With a sigh I clicked out my night light and let my thoughts run wild about the special adventure that would finally start tomorrow morning. I would now realise my dream.

#japan travel xreaderstory storyxreader romance schoolife japanseschoollife fanfiction yokai

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME PT.15

I woke up. The sweat was on my forehead. I clung to the blankets I was underneath. Panting, I tried to recover from the nightmare I just had. My eyes slowly got used to the dark. I was lying in a room I had never seen before. There was also a different atmosphere. It felt different from the rest of the castle. I couldn't place the feeling. But there was something in this room that felt different. Yet somewhere I vaguely felt that I had felt it before. I tried to hold this thought. As if it was on the tip of my tongue, but slowly retreated into oblivion. No matter how desperately I tried to hold it, it didn't work. I had lost it and I was far too weak to continue my efforts. I went back to lie down quietly, maybe it would come to me again later. I almost forgot that I was no longer in my own room. Quietly my head sank back into the pillow. I closed my eyes to return to dreamland, when I heard a soft sigh next to me. I turned my head to the right. Although it was dark, my eyes were well enough accustomed to the darkness to distinguish the figure of the beast. There he lay, with his face turned to the left my way. He was so close. I didn't dare breathe. Was he asleep? Next to me? What was he doing there? Images from the night before flashed past in my mind. That's right. Something was wrong with my wound. The beast had carried me somewhere. Probably this way. So this had to be his room. I couldn't get over sleeping in bed next to the beast. So I just kept staring at his face for a while. It was so fascinating to see such a creature and from this close. I watched his face. How his brown dark fur was divided over his face. The position of his eyebrows. The shape of his nose and lips. Occasionally I saw a small movement. An eyebrow that moved or that he picked up a corner of his lip for a split of a second, like a kind of smile. I thought it was kind of cute actually. I used to think he horrible scary and terrifying monster, but now he was lying here quietly sleeping in front of me, all these thoughts disappeared. I began to look at him further. What was most special for me to see were his horns. Big, dark and strong horns. They curved gracefully from front to back. In the dark it was not quite clear to see, but somewhere I could catch a glimpse of some kind of light pattern that was inside. Maybe it was a very stupid thought, but I tended to touch them. To feel what it felt like. And of course my curiosity overcame. Even though something in the back of my head told me I shouldn't shouldn’t do it, incase he woke up. But my hand was already rising above the blankets. Very carefully and very slowly I reached for the horns of the beast. Just a little more. Another small movement in his face. Careful now, I didn't want to wake him. I felt my heartbeat beating faster and my breathing slowly became heavier. And then the tip of my fingers touched the horn. Carefully, without putting pressure on it, I stroked down the horn. It felt hard and rough. Like a kind of rough stone or wood. I slid with the tips of my fingers over the pattern that formed on it. I stretched my arm further in order to reach it better. My fingertips slipped to the back and now my thumb touched this as well. My breathing became calmer again. But that was in vain, because suddenly, in a smooth and fast movement, even before I had blinked, the beast had grabbed my hand. My big paw he held my hand so tightly that it almost hurt. It was not very difficult to wrap his whole hand around mine. My eyes shot from my clamped hand to his face. His eyes were closed. But I could see from the movement he made with his eyebrows that he had trouble opening them. Soft growls rose from his throat. But no dangerous sound. More like someone who had to moan if you woke him up too early. I held my breath. But it didn't look like he was going to wake up, I thought. When I looked at him, I saw that he opened his eyes briefly. He blinked. He looked at me. His grip on my hand weakened. He blinked again. I waited in silence. "Hmmf, it's you," he said softly. His voice not only sounded soft, but almost sweet. He let go of my hand. But instead of lying quietly and going back to dreamland, he started to move again. With a smooth movement he came my way. He was now lying right next to me. He slammed his big arm around me, behind my back and held me there on my spot. I was now lying with my head against his chest. Just below his chin. For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what he was doing. Was he sleep drunk? Clearly he had to be. He really wouldn't do this otherwise. He was always so distant. Less than a few days ago, he'd threatened me. He was always grumpy when I was around, like I was doing something wrong just being around him. But now I saw a glimmer of a different side of him. That there was also something gentle hidden inside him. Deeply, deeply hidden. But all that didn't matter now. Slowly my eyes began to close. With my finger I stroked through the long soft hair of the beast. Without the scary thought of my nightmares I fell asleep again. Next to the beast. The beast that may not have turned out to be a beast at all.

#thebeautyandthebeast romance love disney lovestory xreader xreaderstory storyxreader

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME PT.14

I dreamt I was in a garden. A beautiful garden. It was full of roses. Red roses in full bloom. The weather was beautiful and there were butterflies flying all over the place. I felt happy and free. I had never seen such a beautiful garden before. I looked around me. There was a fountain in the middle of the garden. Gargoyles were placed as decorations. I walked over to take a closer look. The fountain was made of beautiful white marble that shone in the sun. With my hand I crossed the rock. I looked over the edge into the water. I saw myself with a smile on my face. But it soon disappeared when I saw who was standing behind me. It was the beast, just not the beast I knew. Behind me he loomed up like a monster. He opened his mouth and I saw the white sharpened teeth. His claws were bigger and stronger. Closer and closer he came to me. With a jolt I turned around. There was no one there. But the weather around me changed. I looked up at the sky. Dark clouds appeared before the sun and the scene took on a haunting backdrop. When I looked back into the garden, it had also changed. The roses were withering. I saw them rotting away. From beautiful blood red to black as death. There was a wind rising. For a second I closed my eyes by all the leaves that were spreading around me because of the wind that was rising. As soon as I opened my eyes I wanted to give a scream of what I saw then, but I couldn't make a sound. In front of me the garden was filled with marble statues. Of people. And not just human statues. They were the statues of the people from my village. They sent in fear, as if they'd been terrified of something before they'd turned into statues. I walked up to a statue to take a closer look. It stood with its back to me, but when I walked around it, I immediately saw who it was. My little brother. Tears jumped into my eyes. Who had done this to him. As I looked at the frightened image of my little brother, a dark cold shadow towered over me. With a jolt I turned around. There he was again, the beast. But more terrifying. The beast stood on four legs in front of me and looked at me with his teeth bare. I was so focused on the beast that I didn't noticed fast enough that something was creeping around my legs. The feeling slowly crept up. When I looked down, I saw my feet, my legs turning to stone. I panicked. I wanted to get away, but I could move less and less. I looked up at the beast again, while now my belly had turned to stone as well. I didn't like what I saw at all. The beast smiled maliciously at me. This was an even more creepy image. That it was enjoying my suffering. That it watched me turn into an accessory for his dead rose garden. I could no longer move my arms. I wanted to scream, do something, that it would stop, but it didn't. I got an oppressive feeling when the rock moved along my chest to my neck. Just before it was done for me, I took one last look at the monster in front of me. The beast still looked at me smiling. Slowly it walked towards me. Closer and closer it came. Then just at the last moment he jumped up to me with his mouth buckled and his claws ready to tear me to pieces.

#thebeautyandthebeast dream disney fanfiction xreader xreaderstory romance love

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME PT.9

My eyes were now focused on nothing else. No longer focused on the mess around me. Not in the painting that had a family portrait on it. I did catch a glimpse of it, but my attention went to what was in front of me now. On that little stone table stood a glass hut. It shone in the sunlight that came in. The table was not higher than my belly and therefore the hut was exactly at eye level. But that was not the thing that fascinated me. No, that's what was underneath this beautiful glass hut. It was a book. A book so beautiful. I had never seen anything so enchanting. The book was stored on a small stand, made to measure. The cover of the book was made of gold. And the bright white pages were filter thin. With my hands I reached for the pulpit. I had to see it closer, touch it, look at it, discover it. What kind of wonderful book was this? What would it say? With two hands I lifted the pulp as gently as I could and placed it next to me on the ground. With a soft chatter it ended up on the ground. With big eyes I looked at the book in front of me. It was bigger than a simple reading book and also quite thick. I wiped a hair out of my face that had escaped from behind my ear. With my other hand I reached for the book. Carefully my fingertips touched it. The page felt soft and rough at the same time. From the top of the page I stroked it with the tips of my finger. What struck me was that halfway through the page the text had stopped. While a lot of pages followed. I opened the page to the right. It was also empty. I flipped back. Everything was full. It looked like an unfinished story. I squeezed my eyes. I turned back a few pages. On some of them there were a few pictures. I wanted to take a closer look at them, when suddenly a dark shadow fell over the book. I looked up. There he was. The beast. He was sniffing out his nose and growling low at me. He stood up straight in front of me. Now that I saw him in the light, I finally saw every detail of him. What he looked like completely. But that didn't reassure me at all. On his head were indeed the big horns of a kind of buck or buffalo that I saw before. He had the moons of a lion. The body of a wild bear. Big, muscular and strong. The legs and tail of a wolf. Two tusks sticking out of his upper lip. Big, heavy eyebrows resting on his eyes. But his eyes were different in this light. Even though they were fierce, they were... human. Blue bright eyes resembling a human's resting in this beast's big horrible and terrifying head. The beast took a step my way. Scared I stepped aside. He took the pulp off the ground and put it back in its place. As he held it firmly in place with his paws, he looked over his shoulder at me. I couldn't say a word. He had found me anyway. I was forbidden to looks around and yet I had done it and I had discovered something I probably shouldn't have seen myself. With a jerk he turned his whole body towards me and bowed hostile over me. "What are you doing here?", he growled angry. I couldn't get a word out of my throat. "Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?” He continued, furiously now. His voice sounded more and more like growling and he started waving his arms wildly. "I- I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to..." I squeaked. How on earth was I supposed to get out of this situation. "What did you see?!", he grinned. "Nothing, I didn't see anything”. "Liar!", he shouted. "Do you realise what you could have done?” He was so angry and wildly waving with his arms, he smashed the closet behind me. Scared to death I took a few big steps back. Out of reach of his claws. "Get out of here! Get out!', the beast screamed. I didn't know how fast I had to get out of this room. I pushed the cloths out of my path and ran away as fast as I could. Down the stairs and through the corridors. Down the stairs I met the two households. Philippe and Christoph. "Ah Mrs. Y/N, from where the hurry," Christoph said. “I can't stay here for another minute. Deal or no deal. I'm out of here”, I said in a hurry and still panting from running. "What? But madam, you can't go," shouted Philippe startled. Somewhere I might have wanted to ask why, but I didn't have time. I had to leave. Who knows, it might come back to take revenge on me. And I didn't want to wait for it. "Watch me," I said to them as I ran past them. Along the way, I had grabbed a cloth. "No wait, please!" Christoph said desperately. But I didn't want to hear it. Whatever reason he had right now. I didn’t care. I wanted to leave. Away from this dark castle with its secrets and a beastly monster as master.

As fast as my legs could carry me, I ran through the dense forest. I had no idea which way to go. Where I came from a few days ago. In which direction lay the village, lay home? Outside it had already become dark. The sun had shone its last rays on me to lead the way. But no longer. I had to find my own way now. The only light that slowly emerged was that of the moon. I was afraid, I was cold and out of breath. On the trunk of a fallen tree I calmed down for a moment. Quietly I began to cry. Finally the emotions came out. Long enough I had kept them inside. With my hands in my face I sat there for a while until I had calmed down. I wiped my nose on my sleeve. I sighed deeply. I had to repack myself. Otherwise I couldn't get any further. I got up. Ready to continue my journey. Determined to get out of the forest, I took a firm step in front of me. But right under my foot a branch broke. The sound was clearly audible in the silence of the forest. Within myself I began to swear. No, not again. Annoyed I squeezed my fists when I heard growling in front of me from between the trees. Was it the beast? Had it come after me? In his eyes I did something really bad. Sweat was on my forehead and in my palms which had started to shake with fear. It was pitch dark in the forest and I could not look far ahead. So I could never see him coming in time. It was out there. Somewhere in front of me I vaguely saw a large figure emerging from the shadows of the trees. It slowly came my way. My knees were nodding so violently that I thought they would go under my weight.

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maartje-writes · 4 years

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YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME PT.6

I stood still. Waiting for the sounds of the beast in the hallway to die away. I shook my head. What kind of rules were those? And now I was forced to dine with him? Obviously, I had nothing to say about it. I started to get angry. Why didn't he let me go? He made me his guest prisoners now. I kicked the door. Which hurt pretty badly. I bit my lip. I took a deep breath in and out. I looked at the candle next to me that lit up. I picked it up. Such a small light managed to give me a lot of sight in the darkness of the evening. I turned around to look at my now new prison. It was a big room. The first thing that struck me was not the huge bed on the right wall of the room. A huge bed with soft, light curtains on the sides that fell down from the ceiling. No, it wasn't the bed. It was a fireplace opposite the bed on the left wall of the room. I walked there with the candle in my hand. I crouched down by the fireplace. There was wood in it. I reached for it with my hand. It was cork-dried. Carefully I brought the candle to the wood to light it. Quickly, the flames licked around the wood. The crackling and the warmth of it calmed me down. So I sat down for a while to warm myself up. I hadn't had it warm for a long time. This felt wonderful, almost as if you stepped into a warm bath. After I finally felt warm enough, I started to explore my room. There wasn't much to see. Next to the fireplace and my bed, there was a folding table with a mirror above it and a large wardrobe. There was also a window at the back wall of my room. Curtains blocked the view. I walked there. My hand reached for the curtain. It felt dusty and old. I pushed it aside. Almost the whole wall was covered with windows. But there was also a door. Outside there was a balcony. I grabbed the door handle. I hissed. It was freezing. I wrapped a piece fabric from the bed and put it around me to keep me warm. The door opened and I stepped outside. A fresh breeze hit my ears. I just wanted to go back inside to warm myself by the fire when I saw something. And an idea came to mind. And almost ran inside. I looked up to where the curtains were attached to the railing. It looked like it wasn't firmly attached anymore. Without thinking any further, I grabbed the curtains firmly and gave it a hard jolt. With a crackling sound the curtains let go, but so did the railing that was supposed to be stuck in the wall. It fell to the ground in front of me. Loud tinkling of the metal was audible. I shrunk from the sound. Could he have heard it? All the more reason to hurry up. I also pulled off the second part of the curtain. Luckily this time only the curtain fell. I grabbed the two ends of the fabric and made a firm big knot in it. I pulled it hard a couple of times. I nodded happily with my work. With the fabric I walked outside onto the balcony. The cold wind made me shiver again. I hoped that my escape plan would hide from the beast long enough, until it was too late for him to stop me. I threw the large piece of cloth over the balcony and attached the other end to the balcony. I checked that the knot was securely fastened and that it would not break. Satisfied, I looked at my work. I nodded and got up. I looked down over the balcony. The curtain almost reached another piece of a roof. If I managed to get on it, all I had to do was climb down a bit before I would reach the ground. Again a cold gust of wind hit me in the face. I needed something to keep me warm as I went through the forest. Quickly I walked inside. Next to my bed stood the big wardrobe. I pulled it open. There were some dresses hanging. Without thinking too much about it, why they were hanging here, I looked further. I found a black cloak. That should give me enough warmth for now. I wrapped the cloak around me and walked back onto the balcony. I had to hurry, I'm sure it would be almost time. When it was 8 o'clock, the beast would expect me at the table. And I wasn't waiting for that. I swung my leg over the edge of the balcony. I had to swallow the fear anyway. It did look dangerous. But I had to take the risk to get out of here. I swung my other leg over the edge and grabbed the curtain firmly. Very slowly I let myself down. With my feet I clasped the fabric underneath me. And so I went down hand after hand and foot after foot. I just hung completely on my homemade rope when I suddenly heard a door open above me. I didn't dare to move. I looked up. And there he was. This was the first time I could see his head clearly. An animal. There was no other word for it. On his head were big black horns curling up like a buck's head. His face was completely covered with the same brown fur as that of his paws. It had a flat nose like that of a lion. There were large tusks sticking out of his mouth. And the fiery eyes, which were furious and murderously directed at me. The beast looked at me and roared. I gave a scream and I didn’t know how fast I had to climb further down. The beast rushed away. He's coming, I thought. He's going to kill me. I climbed down, but I let go too fast. I fell on the roof. With groans, I got up. I didn't have time to think about the pain. The beast was coming, it was coming for me. I jumped off the roof and ended up in some bushes. From the castle I heard a roar. I wriggled out of the bushes and put it on its run. I ran as fast as I could through the gardens. The gate seemed so far away. A tremendous blow could be heard behind me. I turned my head, but I immediately regretted it. The doors were stored and the beast came out on four legs disturbing. It had seen me, its eyes focused on me and stormed out at me. I could never be as fast as the beast. I already knew I wouldn't make it, but I kept running. There was nothing else I could do. Then I got a huge thump against my back and I flew forward. With one blow I hit the ground and I turned around. The beast jumped on top of me. Two enormous paws ended up with a thump on either side of my face. Our faces were less than half a meter away from each other. I looked it straight into his eyes. Terrified of what would happen next. I knew I was finished. The beast growled. His lower lip trembled and his razor-sharp teeth were visible. It breathed in and roared in my face. I had to turn away from it, so loud it sounded. I couldn't use my hands to cover my ears. When he had stopped, I carefully turned my face towards him again. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why did this have to happen to me? A tear rolled down my cheek. It seemed to confuse him. His eyes grew big and less hostile. It shook his head a few times out of frustration. Then he looked at me with an angry look. He raised his paw next to my head and clenched it into a fist. I knew it, this was the moment. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow. But the blow wasn't meant for me. The enormous fist of the beast landed on the ground next to me with a loud thump. Frightened, my eyes opened again. The beast first looked at its fist, where it had landed on the ground. Then he looked at me again. "Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" He roared angry. "And that you would dine with me?” I didn't say anything, I didn't move, I didn't do anything. I didn't dare. I was still scared to death that was making way for confusion and relief. He wasn't going to kill me. The beast sighed and turned its head away from me to stop looking at me. Slowly he stood up. He held a paw in front of his face. I sat up straight and looked at him. He must have noticed that and turned towards me.

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