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kangaroosmile · 7 months

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Washing away the bad energy - Jisung

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description: When you come home after work you find a tired Jisung on your sofa who had a very bad day. You offer him to wash all the bad energy away.

pairing: Han Jisung x gnreader

genre: fluff, boyfriend Jisung, gnreader, non-sexual nudity, reader is taking care of Jisung, you help Jisung take a shower

word count: ~1.7 k

trigger warning: nudity (non-sexual), mentioning of food and eating, mental health issues

A/N: If there are any tags or tw you think I should add, please inform me about it ♡ but now enjoy the story.

You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist

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When you opened the door to your apartment, the light in your living room was turned on. When you walked further in, you noticed Jisung sitting on your sofa deeply wrapped in your favourite blanket. He was watching a documentary, his eyes focused on your TV. You placed the takeaway on your kitchen table and walked over towards Jisung. When you stopped in front of him he finally seemed to notice you. And you noticed how tired he looked.

"How was your day?", Jisung asked.

"Tiring. How are you?" He kept quiet for a moment, looking towards the tv instead of answering. "You don't need to tell me how you are right now", you whispered, softly playing with his hair. "Just tell me what you need right now." A soft smile appeared on his face as his glance turned back to you. He slowly opened his arms and it just took you a second to drive into his arms. You made yourself comfortable as Jisung wrapped his arms around you tightly. A soft sigh escaped Jisungs lips.

For a few moments you two just listened to the documentary which was still playing on the TV.

"I got us both some takeaway. If you want, we can eat that and then we can do what you want. What do you think?", you asked, while running your hand through his hair.

"What have you bought?", he mumbled against your shoulder, his eyes softly closed.

"Bibimbap and cheesecake."

"Nice!", Jisung said, slowly getting up from your sofa, still wrapped in the big blanket. You got up as well and grabbed the takeaway bag to sit down next to Jisung at your coffee table. You let him open the bag and watched as a wide smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks for grabbing takeaway", he whispered, shortly leaning in and placing his head on your shoulder.

"When you texted me, asking whether you could stop by after work I knew I just wanted to spoil you a bit." Hearing this, Jisung softly moved his body against you as a whine left his mouth. Laughing at his reaction, you carried his cheeks for a second.

"Let's eat before everything gets cold." Jisung nodded and started to dig in. In silence and with the television in the background you two are. You learned to enjoy this side of your relationship just as much as the cheerful times. After a while Jisung had stopped eating and was now just looking at you. His eyes started to move from you to his hands and back again. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Jisung let out a deep breath.

"I don't want to force myself on you. I… what if you don't want to do what I ask you for but you are doing it anyways?", he ranted, looking everywhere but at you.

"Jisungie", you mumbled, taking his hands in yours. "I know you have these thoughts and I know it's hard to let them go. But I can assure you that I am fine with everything. Otherwise I wouldn't say yes to it", you explained. "And I will tell you this every time you ask." You smiled at him, hoping it was looking encouraging and honest. His glance fell on his hands again.

"I'm sorry that I am like this." Hr whispered.

"There is nothing you need to feel sorry about." He stayed silent and you knew he was thinking about what you had said. Then he softly nodded his head. You were not sure whether he was really believing in what you have said but you would tell him that every time he would need to hear it. "Will you tell me what was on your mind?"

"I wanted to ask whether I could side hug you but then I was unsure because you were still eating and I didn't want to interrupt you", he then explained.

"Oh Sungie", you breathed, softly patting his cheek. "Of course you can do that. And thank you for being honest with me. It really means a lot to me." Jisungs shoulders went down a bit as he exhaled. Without another word Jisung leaned in and hugged you from the side. You placed a short kiss on the top of his head and then finished the rest of your Bibimbap.

"Today was hard", whispered Jisung after a while. "I got up too late which meant I didn't have enough time to prepare for the day." You wrapped your free arm around him and pulled him closer. "Then the yoghurt I wanted to eat had gone bad. And one of the managers said my song is too dark so we can't use it in our next comeback."

"Oh that's a lot in one day", you muttered.

"It was", he said, his voice trembling and his eyes already watery. If possible, you pulled him even closer.

"But you did it. You got through everything and now you are here", you mumbled carrying his back.

"Yes… I did", he replied, his voice still trembling.

"You can be proud of yourself."

"You know what we will do now?", you asked, backing away a bit to look at Jisung. The other looked confused and shook his head. "We will wash all the bad things away. Of course only if you are comfortable with this", you suggested, feeling a bit nervous because it would be something new. You have never seen him completely naked and you didn't know whether Jisung was fine with this or not.

"You would do that for me?", he asked, his eyes wide and his eyebrows high up. As you stood up, you nodded and held your hand out towards him. He took it and let himself be pulled up. Together you walked towards your bath.

"I will get you a new towel and a few clothes you left the last time around", you told him, while playing with his hair. He softly nodded and as you left your bathroom he started to undress himself. You were humming a soft melody as you walked back in. Jisung had his back towards you already completely naked. Carefully you stroked over his wide shoulders which made him fall slightly against you. A light sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned even more into you. You wrapped your arms around his upper body and his hands closed around yours in front of his chest. For a moment you stayed like this. Just enjoying having him close but then you carefully patted his chest.

"Let's wash all the bad energy off." At that, Jisung nodded and slowly stepped into the bathtub. He crouched down and waited as you turned the water on. "Is the temperature alright for you?", you asked while letting the water run over Jisungs hands.

"Yes. That's nice", he mumbled and closed his eyes as you started to let the warm water run over his back and shoulders. You softly started to continue the melody you had hummed earlier, carefully spreading the shampoo over Jisungs shoulders, neck, back and chest.

"I'm gonna smell like you", muttered Jisung, looking up with a wide but tired looking smile. You couldn't hold back a giggle as you nodded and kissed his still dry hair.

"That's true. My Jisungie will smell like me." It made him laugh lightly, leaning against your hand which was now on his head. "Can I wash your hair now?", you asked softly as you stroked through his hair. Letting out a sigh, he nodded as an answer. When his hair was wet and washed you let the warm water run over his body a few more moments. His shoulders seemed much more relaxed now. He looked quite adorable playing with the small runlet of water.

"Thank you for this" muttered Jisung and looked up to you. You smiled back at him.

"Do you want to get out now?" Without saying anything he stood up and closed the tap, while you stepped back and held a towel out for him to grab. After a moment Jisung accepted the towel and began to pat his body dry. Meanwhile you took a hairdryer out of one of your small bathroom cabinets and plucked it in. When you turned towards Jisung again he had dressed himself already. You nearly cooed seeing him standing there in front of you with sleepy eyes and sweater paws. "Let's dry your hair a bit. What do you think, jagi?", you whispered as you held out a hand for him to take. You saw Jisungs cheeks softly turning pink and a bright smile appearing on his lips. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and closed his eyes when you started to dry his hair. You parted his hair a few times, always careful to not pull at his hair. And when his hair was dry enough you turned off the hairdryer.

Suddenly Jisung leaned forwards right against your body, slowly wrapping his arms around your torso.

"I am so grateful for having you in my life", he whispered against your hoodie but you heard him nonetheless.

"And I am so thankful to have you in my life as well", you replied to his confession and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Can we go to your bed for some cuddles?"

"Just for cuddles? Does that mean you are planning to go to your own home tonight?", you asked jokingly, which made Jisung laugh.

"I would like to sleep here tonight, if that's alright." With a wide smile you nodded and pulled him up.

"Of course that's alright." As you two walked into your bedroom you noticed that Jisung seemed already in a lighter mood again. As Jisung made himself comfortable under your covers you changed into your pyjamas and shortly texted Chan. After that you joined Jisung and within minutes both of you had fallen asleep. With arms linked.

You:

Took care of Sungie. He is doing better again. We are going to sleep now. :)

21:58

Chan:

Thanks for taking care of Jisung in a way we can't. I really hope we can all meet soon again.

Sleep well you two.

22:01

#stray kids #skz #kpop #han jisung #jisung x reader #han jisung x gnreader #jisung x gnreader #han jisung x you #fluff #han jisung fluff #han jisung imagines #taking care of jisung #spoiling jisung but he needs it!#mentioning of bang chan #stray kids fluff #nonsexual #no smut #non-sexual

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thecluelessdoctor · 1 month

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So I drew Hanabee

And then she became the victim of anatomy practice

Cw below: boobas (with bra ofc)

So like I was thinking about the fact Hanabee has human anatomy, but with 4 arms and like

Arms are contected to the chest and a pair of back muscles. So if you had a second pair of arms, you would have double tits.

So yeah. T-that was today's anatomy practice

She's so girly pop

Honestly I nearly forgot how much I love hanabee. Definitely one of my favorite OCs

Anyway that's all bye

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created-creator · 6 months

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i suck at math, but i think there has to be a way to recognize that you or an experience you’re having falls outside of the statistical majority/what is SAID to be “the statistical majority” without that being seen as looking for validation.

first thing’s first, i don’t think there’s anything wrong with looking for validation, for wondering if other people have experienced what you’ve experienced or interpret their experiences in the same way you do. looking and seeing if there’s a word or a community or a webpage for that or anything. i don’t think that’s inherently a bad thing to do, and i don’t think you should see someone on the search for validation and use that against them or call that a character flaw. i know people will see this and talk about “extreme cases”, but honestly, know what causes “extreme cases”? overwhelmingly, a lack of readily-available validation or information/community access/etc. regarding something that should be treated as a neutral human experience and isn’t by general public.

i bring this up as someone who is non-sexual and doesn’t experience libido; i tried mentioning this to my therapist as context for something else i was saying that i personally found to be more important, but this “revelation” ground everything to a halt. i mentioned that this is my normal, but i also recognize that neither of these things are true of the general population - many people do experience sexual attraction and/or libido. i don’t any combination or lack of combination of these experiences is better than the others, but i also don’t think i’m part of the majority of this one.

and everything literally shut down, because she refused to believe that someone could know their experience is considered “weird” or an “outlier” by the general population, and be okay with it. she was asking to see articles with specific percentages regarding asexuality (though that’s not the term i use), and i was like yeah, i’ll get them for you, but also she seemed pretty angry that i even knew there WERE articles, and that i didn’t see the fact that i know there are articles on this as a sign that i’ve been searching high and low for validation.

being non-sexual doesn’t really impact me; for the majority of my life, i straight-up didn’t realize there was any other option. there’s words for it, but that doesn’t impact me beyond being happy and relieved that other people can and do find solace in them. accidentally stumbling across a community whose experiences eclipse mine, and gleaning that it’s a very SMALL community, isn’t searching for validation, obsessing over a label or experience, or bending to statistics. i’m literally just stating a fact and moving on.

or TRYING to. what am i supposed to do about my experience being statistically rare? i’m not bothered by the ratio, but people use misinformation caused by the ratio being so skewed to hurt others. and she was like “knowing that other people don’t understand asexuality is mentally-dangerous for you”- is it? or are you just bothered by the fact that i’m comfortable in my identity, but know a very small percentage of the population eclipses it, and THEY may be impacted by people not getting it?

but like i said, i dunno. i’m bad at math.

#words #yeah #created creator #vent #asexual #asexuality #non-sexual

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samthesuperiosane · 1 year

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About Toby...

Just yesterday read this article on history of asexuality on asexual.net. It was an interesting one, but what caught my attention the most was this mention of this person named Toby. I quickly looked up the interview on youtube.

I am pretty sure I am late to the party, as in many people would be aware of Toby by now. But watching their interview, listening to their opinions, the way they conducted themselves when so many bizzare questions were thrown at them by the audience, when Sally tried her best to be understanding their sense of their being, their thoughts on how a person's gender is is irrelvevent while making connections, and they'd just want a person who'd accept them the way they are and is nice. I thought it was so admirable to be so secure in yourself and stand out there in 1989 and refuting all the conjectures made doctors and audiences alike. It requires so much courage especially at times like this when people literally are unaware about the whole idea of being non-sexual, non-binary, agender ; these concepts were so alien to them. Although, I'd like to point out, some of the audiences were still very warm and accepting of Toby, which was delightful to see. I am attaching the first part of the interview here, if there is anyone who hasn't seen or is aware of Toby yet, you can watch it.

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By the end of the interview I just grew curious about who is Toby really and where are they now?

Toby is Jim Sinclair who is autism right movement activist, and is 82 years old right now. I am sure autistic people are well-aware of them.

Toby’s story was published as a case study in a 2004 book called ‘Sexuality Now: Embracing Diversity’ . Here's the extract:

Please feel free to add more about Toby.

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redlipredemption · 1 month

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i have to say even though peggy is overtly devoted to don for a lot of the series, and she always deeply loves him, i do truly believe if peggy died before don, that would be the tipping point don is absolutely ending it if that were to happen

#don is a devotion girly in terms of peggy #she said one funny thing about pete #and was clearly vulnerable #and don was like #you've charmed me #welcome to the weirdest relationship you will ever have #non-platonic #deeply romantic #non-sexual #good luck figuring it out #now i will be mean to you and never talk to you #mad men

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storypromoteallie · 1 month

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Beyond the Bedroom: Exploring the Depths of Non-Sexual Intimacy

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#Non-Sexual

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iloveyouemanuelmarco · 2 months

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I came up with a super cool idea right now you guys wanna hear it? Okay so it's called Extreme Top/Extreme Bottom Surgery and basically it's like regular surgery for people who wanna physically transition but instead of normal practices like with doctors and stuff it's super hardcore and metal and brutal. Like you take a hook to your breasts or dick and like it gets ripped off with blood and gore everywhere but you also get cool emo ass photos of it and it'll be like a torture room but with spikes and stereotypically gothic imagery and shi. I think my idea sounds awesome af I should get a Noble Peace Prize for that yo. -Sincerly from OP, who is a transgender dude lmao(Please don't take the edgy and bloody violent stuff super seriously, I don't condone human suffering of the physical sort irl unless you're a masochist like me and consent to it:D!!).

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marielle-heller · 2 months

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my life's dream is to find someone that I want dead in a way that is pumped so full of sexual tension that it's genuinely a little bit alarming. and also very homoerotic

#oh if only #this is as opposed to the people i want dead in a boring #non-sexual #you do just suck #kinda way

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milomilesmib · 4 months

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Quick reminder that you don't need a solid sexuality! You can just be in love! Or not be in love! Or have a gender! Labels are a choice, not a requirement. All you need to do is be someone you like being! If labels help with that, great! But they are not required. You don't owe it to anyone, so don't feel pressured to choose labels if they aren't your thing!

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kloe9 · 2 months

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Would you fuck me like this?

#trans pride #igbtq community #transgender #homosexuality #transgirl #igbtq pride #transmasc #intersex #trans woman #non binary #sexuality

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eggcompany · 1 year

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Zoo Date (sabriel) (on Wattpad) A small domestic moment between Gabriel and his partner Sam. Sam has trouble choosing an outfit for their zoo date. Gabriel is patient and sweet.

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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Astoria & Reinne

[ A story I made based on a prompt. Song is borrowed from a Gaelic work-song. TAGS: wholesome, magic use, curse, creative writing, LGBT, wlw, trans, non-sex scenes]

PROMPT: A Princess accidentally wrongs a Witch and is cursed so that “no man” shall ever love her. Fortunately, the Princess is a lesbian, and is overjoyed. When the Witch finds out her spell backfired she is furious and goes to confront the Princess. Except now that she's a little calmer, the Princess is super cute? Sparks fly, and not because of a magic spell.

“AND so because you disturbed the sanctity of my woods, I curse ye to never know the love of a man for as long as ye live,” the Witch Astoria growled with dark delight, standing over Princess Reinne imperiously.

Wait, really? thought Princess Rienne to herself, hoping her expression didn't give away her truth. Crossing the Witch who lived in these woods had led to some fairly well known stories in her village. They were warnings to stay away from here. She'd sunk to her knees to beg the Witch for forgiveness--she'd been lost, not prying or stealing or anything, really! She looked up now. The Witch's illusions made her seem every bit the storybook character, ancient, hobbled, cane in hand, face riddled with warts and dressed all in raggedy grey clothes. But it seemed...wrong somehow to Reinne. Like she wasn't seeing all that was there. Like there was something beyond. The spell hinged on and was empowered by the idea that people see what they want--and that helped keep people from her land.

Disbelief in this guise would make the glimmer spell dissipate, revealing her true form. Reinne started looking from thigh-high all black boots and continued upwards over flowy, gorgeous black robes. The Witch's face was nothing like the spell--she was youthful. Her skin was soft but not unmarked, she had several criss crossing scars right on her face, across the bridge of her nose and cheek. She wore no hat and impossibly long white hair fluttered in the breeze that swayed through the clearing.

It was obvious the Witch expected some kind of reaction to her curse but silence held it's place in the forested clearing while the wheels turned in Reinne's head. If I say nothing, she'll know I'm... I could just...? Reinne's gaze darted up to meet the Witch eyes, which were all purple. “Oh, uh, no!” she said, lowering her face or she'd never be able to maintain the act, fist striking the soft ground “not men!”

The Witch crossed her arms across chest and looked down on Reinne. Was she joking? To be a Princess cursed to never find a man meant she herself was a curse. She wouldn't even be a Princess anymore. Others would avoid or even ignore her for fear of catching it herself. Oh, well. She'll learn.

The Witch reached out and from the thin air produced her staff. It was ornate, hand-carved and at the top sat a crow with eyes made from bits of obsidian. With the very end of the staff pressed gently to Reinne's chin, delicately but insistently forcing her gaze back up from the ground. “Go,” she commanded.

Reinne stared up at the Witch, suddenly noticing how powerfully cute her would-be punisher was. Her face was flushed but she didn't want to look away. The Witch's command hit like a truck, which hadn't even been invented yet. The staff was withdrawn.

Taking a big breath she got to her feet, with no help from the Witch and ran off back through the woods. But not without a quick peek over her shoulder.

THE NEXT DAY. . .

In Astoria's tiny shack of a cottage, located in the very heart of the forest, she was entertaining a guest. From the outside it would appear nothing unusual for it's location. On the inside one would find a much more expansive-than-possible layout. She really did have a cauldron and it burbled and bubbled endlessly simmering over the fire. Herbs and roots hung from the ceiling, drying and ready to be used whenever.

Dodoria was a Witch who lived on the cliffs overlooking the sea. She had all white-eyes, which were focused on her friend and long white hair curled locks of hair. They sat at a cozy wooden table and traded stories, shared resources and simply enjoyed each other's company--sometimes in complete, comfortable silence.

“She was flirting with you,” Dodoria said, simply and evenly, the way she stated most things she believed to be fact.

Astoria was mid-sip of her Tea and had to set it down, coughing a bit as she had tried to breath the Tea. “You did that on purpose,” Astoria grumbled. Dodoria sat there, smiling and maintaining a mask of innocence. Who, her?

Dabbing at dark lips with napkin she collected herself. “And no, she wasn't; I cursed her. She'll be run out of the castle now. Her family won't want to speak with her. Who is flirting with someone who does that?” queried Astoria, thinking herself clever for the retort--doubly so because it only produced a thoughtful silence from her companion which she took as a win.

“Do you think the curse was maybe an overreaction on your part?” ventured Dodoria, all the time smiling her sweetest. She was running her finger over the rim of her mostly-empty mug, peeking at the dregs of leaves left behind. Astoria flashed narrowing purple eyes at Dodoria. “There are rules for a reason, Dodo.”

“You should ask her out,” offered Dodoria helpfully, either not listening or choosing to ignore her friend.

“You're insane.”

Dodoria sipped the last of her tea and stood up, “Maybe go check on her? A curse is a heavier burden when shouldered alone.”

Astoria rolled her eyes. That was the point. What Witch went around checking in on the people they'd cursed?? “Goodbye, Dodo. Fly safe,” she said, waving to her friend.

MUCH, MUCH LATER . . .

The sun was setting and warm tones of yellow, red and orange took over the sky. Sitting at the very edge of a neighbouring village was a small cabin with a decent chunk of farmland surrounding it. Smoke steadily wisped out from chimney as a low fire burned. Rienne was in the garden, pulling weeds. Her beautiful silk dresses had been traded for beige overalls with a sleeveless tunic. This had the effect of showing off her toned, muscled arms. Her long, flowy blonde hair had been cut short. Indeed, if the Witch didn't know better, she would have never guessed who it was. While she worked, she sang, “Mile marbhasig air a' ghaol O hi ri ri ri ri iu. Meel-a mara-vesh air gheul Oh he re re re re yoo.”

Her voice was light and airy, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Here she was, dirt and grime everywhere including under her nails, pulling weeds and singing... happily. Her sweat glistened in the fading light and skin adopted a few goosebumps as the first taste of the cool evening air washed over her.

This isn't what Astoria expected at all when she'd heard from a little bird (a crow, in fact) that Reinne she had cursed was living on a small farm now. A Princess like her, she had thought to herself earlier with some delight, she wouldn't last five minutes on a farm. She's probably miserable. Astoria gripped her staff a little tighter as she grew angry, hair rising in the air as magical energies collected around her. She didn't like to be on the receiving end of a bit of trickery.

The more she watched Rienne work, the less angry she got. The happy, energetic song was kind of infectious. Finally Rienne got to her work-booted feet and dusted her hands free of dirt. Only so much fell off though so when she wiped the back of her hand over cheek, it smudged across her face. “All done for today,” she declared, walking back to the small house. On the porch area, near the door and on a little “welcome” matt, a sleeping retriever opened it's eyes. Rienne going inside at this time could only mean one thing--dinner time. The golden pup did a big stretch and trotted to his owner's side, brushing against her and looking up expectantly. “Oh, look whose awake,” she chided the dog, patting it's head as they both went inside.

Astoria tipped her head to the side, reconsidering things. Now that she'd calmed down and in this light, she realized how adorable Rienne was. Strong. Capable. Self-motivated. Kind and caring for her pet. And working on the farm and doing everything by herself had built muscle. Even Astoria was almost unsure this was the same person.

“Fuck,” Astoria said, leaning heavily on her staff.

She mulled over Dodo's words in her head; Do you think the curse was maybe an overreaction on your part?

Her friend was never going to let this go. With a deep sigh to steady herself, she walked towards the house. Staff de-materialized with a glittery shimmer in the air. Hand paused right before knocking and withdrew as she second-guessed herself. This is too crazy, I should just go. Another part of her mind took over suddenly, forming a tough resolve and knocked upon the door.

Knock-knock! There was an excited sound of scrambling followed shortly by barks to announce the stranger's presence. The door swung open and there stood Reinne... and she was holding an enormous knife. It was clear she was expecting someone...else. Someone who might need a good poking with a sharp object to move along. “Oh,” she said, tucking the knife into her apron, “it's you.” She folded her arms across her chest. “What do you want?” Reinne asked simply, directly.

“Will you go out with me?” Astoria asked, her face serious. But she was blushing. The shadows were creeping in as nightfall inched closer. Purple eyes were peering directly at Reinne, taking all of her in. She smelled of... hard work. Their eyes meet.

“So,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “let me get this straight... you curse me for what I can only call petty bullshit. Threaten me. Have me indirectly removed from the royal court. And the curse backfires because, and this is my favourite part,” she chuckled, “because I'm gay. Now you hunt me down and ask to go out? You don't get out a lot, do you?”

People--that is, most people, had a tough time staring down a Witch. A mysterious compulsion to look away was common. But Reinne just kept staring at her, defiance burning in her eyes--breaking the spell.

“That about sums it up,” smiled the Witch somewhat sheepishly, tipping her head to the side. Somehow she was even cuter when she was mad. Reinne just glared. “Look. I made a mistake. And you paid the price. Will you let me make this right?”

Reinne had heard more than enough of this. She knew the risk in offending a Witch but wasn't going to take this. A really cute Witch still did not get a free pass to treat her poorly. Even if Astoria seemed willing to try and make it right, her approach was not well received. Astoria is, let's say, not great at socializing with humans. Reinne reached out and put her hand on the door. “Go,” she said, quoting Astoria herself from their earlier encounter. And then she shut the door right in Astoria's face. It felt empowering as hell for the former princess.

I just turned away a Witch, she thought to herself, smugly satisfied.

. . . one moment later . . .

I just turned away a Witch! she thought to herself, face losing all color suddenly. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

Astoria kept smiling as darkness closed in around her like a cloak, the warmth and light that had been escaping the home were suddenly gone. She wasn't used to being treated like this but knew it was more than fair. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she flushed all the brighter. Was she mad? Gods, no. “I'm gonna marry her,” she decided suddenly after a wistful sigh.

THE NEXT GAY. . .

Reinne had a rough night. She had vivid dreams--nightmares, really. But a new day had dawned upon them and the call of the birds n cicada outside woke her. It was early but that was life for her now. Up early for farm work. Crash during the afternoon. Do some light-work during the evening/late afternoon.

She opened the door. She was half awake and so nearly tripped on the package waiting for her. Clucking away in a small-ish cage was a brown hen. She hadn't had the money so far to get any animals. Next to the cage was an equally small basket, filled with eggs. Sleepy and baffled she picked up the cage. “Now, how did you get here?” she asked of the chicken, who offered no help. “Can't be comfortable in there. C'mon now, Marshmallow,” she cooed, naming the creature immediately. Even being nipped at and scratched with claw and beak she remained calm and unflinching as she undid the bindings and let the bird free. It seemed happy to be out of the cage and stretched before hobbling off to find some bugs to eat. It's not like she knew anyone really--definitely no one who would do this. She licked the blood dripping down her thumb where Marshmallow had nipped her.

Realization dawned on sleepy face when she bent to pick up the eggs, “Oh.” Reinne stood up fully again and looked around at the edges of her property, calling out, “If you think this is going to make me forgive you, you can forget about it.” There was no reply. It didn't seem to stop her from taking the gifts. She went back inside. Time for breakfast then work.

THE GAY AFTER THAT. . . .

She'd slept good that night. No nightmares. Only pleasant dreams. Reinne hoped she had seen the last of the Witch--that her saying “go” actually worked. Opening the door to her home and there was another cage. Tied to it was a note card which said, “I thought the first one might be lonely. ♡”

I should have never went into that fucking forest, thought Reinne to herself. “Lets get you free, Tortellini.”

THE GAY AFTER THE GAY BEFORE THIS ONE

Soft pitter patter of rain fall surrounded them in a calm and peaceful silence. Today Dodoria had found Astoria sitting in branch of a tall mostly-bare tree overlooking the small village she had been frequenting. Today was a day for comfortable silence. Sometimes friends didn't need words to have an understanding or an enjoyment of the other's presence. This was also Dodoria's way of checking in on a very close friend, indeed one of her coven. Their legs dangling beneath them they just sat together. Neither was wet or even damp as the air around them was charged in such a way that it appeared the rain simply decided to go around them. From within the folds of her all white cloak Dodoria took out a small parcel and unwrapped it, wordlessly passing her friend an honey-oat cookie. They munched together quietly and listened to the song of nature all around them, while keeping a close eye on the small lonely cottage.

[ Note: Because this story was just based on a prompt, my editing has been very light . If you see any errors and would like me to correct, please let me know. ]

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