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trashcankitty12 · 4 years ago

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Flora Headcanons:

Guys, meet the Sugar and Sweet part of the Winx Club.

Or, as you already know her: Flora La Rosa of Linphea.

Under the cut are the headcanons because again, these get long. (Also some I’ve mentioned before, I think, but whatever. And again, these are mostly for my main verse ‘Balance/The New Company of Light’ and for ‘Left’.)

-Flora has a rather large family, one that stems partially from cousins adopted after the Great War of Magic ended. (So many were displaced or orphaned, and her family was just one of many who took in the children left behind.)

-Honestly though, she really just sees her immediate family often, the rest of them coming around only for major Linphean holidays. (Though they all stay in touch through letters, phone calls, and social media. Especially the cousins.)

-Flora tends to be closer to her father as they share a similar sense of humor and have similar hobbies (like leaf surfing and giant ladybug racing). But her magic took after her mother’s and her mother was her first magic teacher.

-(She was a bit late getting her magic and a bit late getting her wings. She was eight when her magic came in and already 13 by the time her wings sprouted. Though she wasn’t surprised, as her mother had been a late ‘winger’ too.)

-Flora’s mother is the Guardian Fairy of Linphea and helps run the Main GreenHouse alongside the Nymph of Linphea and the royal family. Thanks to Alyssa’s job, Flora got to meet and assist all sorts of people from her realm. (Including the witch triplets who went to Cloud Tower; Euphorbia, Ververine, and Gerbera. And Princess Krystal.)

-Rhodos works with a faction of conservationists in Linphea to keep endangered animals (and plants) alive. He mainly works with the magiwolves of Linphea and tries to keep their numbers where they’re supposed to be. And because of his job, he ended up adopting a young magiwolf pup they named Amarok.

- (They weren’t going to keep him… They weren’t. But because he was born a different pigment than his littermates, his mother had abandoned him and… Rhodos couldn’t very well leave him to die. Besides, Amarok is nothing more than an overgrown lapdog. Usually.)

-Miele was born when Flora was about six or seven, give or take a few months. And yes, there was a touch of jealousy when Miele first came home because Flora didn’t understand why her parents weren’t spending as much time with her.

-Her parents were quick to pick up on her anxieties about the new baby and started incorporating Flora into assisting with Miele’s care. (Like reading and playing with her while Alyssa made dinner and helping her toddle around the family’s garden while naming off the plants.)

-Honestly, they grew up close and Flora became like a second mom to Miele. (Which would later turn into a minor annoyance as Miele got older, but that’s fine. They’re working through that.)

-Sibling shenanigans still occurred however, like Miele taking and reading Flora’s diary or Flora planting frogs or bugs into her sister’s room. (Or the Great Baking War that Alyssa refuses to let them live down.)

-Flora’s paternal grandmother, Nana Rose, is close to her family and has been living with them since her husband, Poppop Miden passed away.

-She’s a witch who works at the local clinic, her focus is on potions. (Which she passed on to Flora and has tried to teach her everything she knows about them… And everything she knows on poisons too because sometimes a poison is necessary.)

-And yes, Nana Rose did have hope that at least one of her granddaughters would be a witch, but she’s still proud of them. Wings and all.

-Flora has a hidden angry side. It doesn’t come out much and she does her best not to show it often, but she has a major temper when she does slip and let it out. She will unleash her will into the plant life around her and have it come for whoever pissed her off. Or if she’s really feeling it, she may just go in for a physical attack. The girl can pack a punch. (Granted, this only happens in situations where loved ones are in danger.)

-Flora is the only one from her elementary and middle school friend group that went to a Magix School. Most of her friends went to the Linphean Academy.

-She’s the tallest in her main friend group, standing at 5’7.

-She’s one of the Mom friends in the group, the other being Tecna. (She’s the more empathetic and emotional mom friend. Tecna’s the ‘well you fucked around and found out the hard way’ mom friend.)

-Flora wasn’t too sure about Chatta being her pixie at first, but is beyond grateful for the pixie helping her come out of her shell more.

-They now attempt to have weekly (though it’s sometimes monthly) tea parties to catch up on everything.

-Flora doesn’t really ‘do’ competitive sports often, but leaf surfing is the best thing ever and it’s one of the few sports she’s better at than Layla. (Though she does have the advantage of being Linphean and getting to leaf surf regularly…)

-Flora is a romantic and enjoys the ‘rom-com’ things; walks on the beach, silly moments around the town, dancing in the rain. But that shouldn’t mean she’s not careful with her heart. She’s empathic (as many Linpheans are) and is good at reading people when meeting them. So unless you’ve got a ‘beautiful’ soul, she’s not going to be interested.

-Flora loves that her friends are from such vastly different places because it means she can learn more about the realms from people who actually live there. (And teach her their languages, though she’s only really fluent in Solarian and conversational in the others.)

-She’s a spiritual person, as many from Linphea are. Flora believes that just like plant life, all life is connected by an invisible root system and that life is precious and should be treated with respect. (However, she also recognizes that there are those who have ‘tainted spirits’ and need to be dealt with so they don’t harm others.)

-Flora’s not exactly shy. She’s just shy around new people. But once she gets to know you and considers you a friend, you’ll find she has no problem speaking her mind. (And sending random things to you over the phone because they made her think of you.)

-There’s a misconception that she, and other Linpheans, are vegetarian. That’s not entirely true. Linpheans do eat meat: fish. They don’t have it often, only for certain occasions, but they do eat it.

-Flora also doesn't mind dirt or getting dirty. (But there is a difference in natural dirt and gunk. Okay? And gunk sucks.)

-Flora doesn't swear often, but she has let a few slip out from time to time. Usually in heated or emotional or upsetting moments.

-Her favorite parts of an Linphean holiday are getting to spend time with her family. She loves it when they all get together and enjoy each other.

-Like most Linpheans, Flora is immune to most poisons. She’ll likely feel a touch of nausea or a minor headache when poisoned, but due to her immune system, she’ll be perfectly fine within a few hours.

-Despite the fact she’s usually the one trying to talk the others out of dangerous situations, doesn’t mean she’s actually afraid of them. Sneaking into another school, fighting through a realm of shadow creatures, going toe-to-toe with magical terrorists; those don’t phase her.

-No, her real fear is something a bit more… Relatable. She’s scared of losing her loved ones. The thought of having her magic and being able to do such incredible things, but not being able to save her family or her friends just absolutely shakes her to core. (Especially in her nightmares when she’s forced to watch them die and she can’t do a thing to save them.)

-(Freshman year really fucked her up when they were fighting the Army of Darkness/Decay. There was a moment she thought she’d lost Musa and Tecna and she nearly broke down. Thankfully, the other two fairies managed to recover with a few of Palladium and Ofelia’s healing salves, but it was touch and go.)

-Flora can’t stand bullies. Granted, not many people like bullies or tolerate them, but Flora just can’t stand for someone to pick on anything that can’t fight back. It’s why she’s managed to enchant a few endangered plant species to being able to speak up and fight back against those who want to pick them apart and why she’s always ready to take on the Trix.

-Flora was the one who helped catch Bloom up on some of the most important aspects of the Magical Dimension (or at least the parts that Stella glossed over or that Tecna overexplained to the point of making it sound alien even to Flora). In return, she learned so much about Earth culture… She was stunned.

-(And fell in love with Earth’s versions of disaster movies. She likes to show other Linpheans and be like “see, if we don’t start really helping the other realms with the ecological problems, this will happen here too.”)

-(Bloom may have also gotten Flora hooked on those ‘hidden camera’ shows... It’s a guilty pleasure.)

-Flora’s got a major sweet tooth. Major. Which is fine because the girl is great at baking. (The other girls are always excited to taste test.)

-Flora’s not quite as delicate as others make her out to be. Yes, her hands are soft despite being in dirt and soil 80% of the time (Linphean lotions are awesome), and yes she’s good a giving that gentle touch to her plants, but she’s physically stronger than she appears. She can lift 50 pound bags of fertilizer with little issue. She’s pretty handy with a shovel (and not just for digging, which her poor cousin Marlow found out when a prank went wrong). And she’s not ‘razer thin’. She has decent muscle mass and is a bit on the broad side. Doesn’t make her any less graceful in the air or on the ground.

-In a fight, she tries to be more defensive than offensive because she doesn’t want to get in Bloom, Layla, or Stella’s way. And she finds her spells work better as traps than as an offensive maneuver. That said, if she feels her friends are in extreme danger, she will not hesitate to call on the Plant Life around them for help. (And she’s known for getting physical too, so watch out for that.)

-Aside from Layla, Flora feels a connection to Roxy. The younger girl’s passion about animals makes her think of her father and she does her best to encourage Roxy to use her passion in her magic.

-Bloom introduced Flora to the game Minecraft. For the first time, Flora understands why Tecna gets so involved in her videogames. (Please send help, she may be addicted. But her farm is looking amazing.)

-Flora doesn’t really worry about fashion, preferring to go by what she feels is comfortable, but she has a hard time saying ‘no’ to Stella when the other fairy has ideas. (Which usually turn out to be beautiful and comfortable and really, Flora just has the best friends.)

-Flora enjoys the nights when all six Winx Club girls can just hang out and be normal for a few hours. Sleepovers, Truth or Dare, movies and junk food. She loves it.

-She got close to Mirta while the other girl was a pumpkin, even finding a way to communicate despite the spell. After the spell was broken and during their sophomore year, Flora was one of the students who helped show Mirta around and made sure she was comfortable. They often talk and catch up. (And yes, Flora did have a hand in helping push Mirta and Lucy together. She regrets nothing.)

-Flora has thought about a tattoo. Many people on her realm get them, though it’s not a requirement nor does it give any extra magical benefits. She just doesn’t know what to get and she wants it be special. (All she knows is where she’d put it, over her burn scar from the Wizards.)

-At her time at Alfea (and in her middle school), Flora was part of the Student Council and Eco Club. She did her best to help make her schools a little more ‘green’ and energy proficient. (Tecna was a big help in coming up with a design for more efficient electrical equipment.)

-Out of all the girls, Flora has the hardest time connecting to Musa with convergence. Their personalities and magical abilities tend to clash from time to time, so they need to really strike a feeling of harmony before trying.

-Bloom is the easiest to converge with. They shared a room and often had so many late-night chats that their auras and feelings just naturally come together when needed.

-Out of all the girls, she’s the most likely to continue living on Earth. She finds the realm so fascinating. (It was a magically dead planet that kept on living... Just.... how?)

-Flora’s current goal in life is to start the revival process of other dead realms in the Magical Dimension. She feels that if she and her friends can resurrect Domino, bring ShadowHaunt back to its former glory, and bring magic back to Earth, they should be able to handle bringing others back to life too.

#winx club headcanons #winx club #winx flora #winx club flora #flora la rosa #sweet and pure #spring flower

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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Yo-hoo. May I ask my favourite author what the Twins think of Star and Wire? As in family terms/close relationship? I remember you had Sides call Star Clan-sister in your side stories?? Is that a thing?? Is Wire their Clan-brother?? Give me the twins spending time and having fun with Star+Wire!! Family tIME!!

Yo! *squints* okay so- the Star Clan-sister thing rings a bell but even I can’t remember where I said that. Lemme see if I can just- *runs off to find it, runs back* can’t figure out where I said that but I’ll take your word for it and just roll with it:

-Starting with thoughts on Starwish: While they had mixed emotions about Starwish when they first met, she is now very firmly in the Family category. Sunstreaker sees her at a little sister, and Sideswipe SAYS he sees her as a little sister, but really he treats her more like a older or equal-age sibling (now that he’s over his crush anyway).

-Of the Twins, Starwish gets along with Sunstreaker/spends time with him more, not because she doesn’t like Sideswipe but because Sunstreaker and Starwish are both Artists in their own way and they tend to fall into each other’s orbit more easily. Sunstreaker has an entire collection of Starwish paintings/sketches, of her sitting or dancing or even of her working (either doing maintenance on medical tools or treating minor injuries in the medbay). Sunstreaker is also incredibly proud of the one he made using a still-image he snapped on impulse while on a mission with her. It shows Starwish slinking up some rubble on all fours (think like the Na’vi from James Cameron Avatar? That cat-like pose they do sometimes? Yeah, that), a half-hidden flash of white amid the dark rubble, there and gone in the time it took Sunstreaker to take the picture that he later based the painting off of.

-This isn’t to say she doesn’t get along with Sideswipe, because they do. Sideswipe likes to make her laugh and she has (multiple times) willingly served as Sideswipe’s alibi for pranks (and also helped pull them off with her ninja skills but literally nobody other than Sunstreaker, Hardwire, her Sparkmate, and the Twinlings believe that).

-If Clan-sister wasn’t a Thing in my AMOSC verse before, it is now. Though in the Twins case it is unofficial because the War makes it took dangerous to officially announce that sort of thing. It is also a very uncommon practice in the “upper” levels of society, since Clans were usually networks of bots who were all “related” either by creation or just by who their guardians were. There are no words for aunt, uncle, or cousin in Cybertronian, so Clan was an umbrella term used for those who were either siblings of your creator, creators of your creator, creations of your creator’s sibling or sparkmates of any of the above. They were essentially ready-built social networks, and “officially” only Nobility had them, with bigger Clans generally meaning more wealth/status/etc. However, lower castes (particularly ones that rubbed shoulders or were involved in Gladiatorial arenas) adopted the term Clan to indicate parts of the social network that were trusted LIKE family, even if there was no relation. Sparkbonds were not necessary, nor was the Amica Endura status (though Amica Endura status was considered automatic inclusion in the Clan for lower castes).

-So basically, when Ultra Magnus named her his spark-child/part of the Clan of Magnus when she came of age, he meant it in the nobility’s sense of formal adoption. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe mean it more in the sense of the lower caste Clan: Someone they trust implicitly with their lives and secrets, AS IF she was a sibling. Since they aren’t Nobility, they have no official Clan, but if they did, Starwish would be on that hypothetical list and would be considered Clan-sibling (the nearest thing Cybertron has to the word “Cousin” because it’s short hand for “sibling through the Clan rather than a shared creator”.

-I hope all that made any amount of sense. Moving on.

-Hardwire is also considered Clan-brother by Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, though it arguably took longer for them to warm up to him. In earth terms, Hardwire is more of a favored cousin than an adoptive sibling like Starwish, but the Twins trust Hardwire to watch their back and visa versa (especially considering Hardwire saving Sunstreaker’s life all those Vorns ago).

-Their affection for Hardwire was forged less through social contact and shared interests (as in the case of Starwish) and more through combat. They learned to trust Hardwire as the sniper who watched their backs as well as the berserker who tore through the front lines with them. Hardwire, despite being chronologically younger, is also firmly an older/more mature cousin in status. He has, at points, served as their impulse control, and all of the autobots shudder in fear of the rare cycles the Twins talk him into joining in their non-prank shenanigans (decepticons live in Fear™ of the times Hardwire goes berserk while in the vicinity of the Terror Twins, because they play off his wild tendencies and Arcee’s speed Perfectly™).

-FAMILY TIMES! As the War goes on, it gets harder and harder for them all to match schedules (especially once the Twinlings join Special Ops) but they make do and have a few beloved group activities. They tend to hang out either in the rec room or an empty hangar for the extra space, exchange stories of what’s been going on lately, and do whatever random thing they can think of to wind down and bond.

-Hardwire once made the mistake of introducing them to the concept of tabletop RPGs during a meet-up where one or both of the Twins were on activity restrictions and bored out of their processors. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took the basic idea and RAN WITH IT, recruiting Starwish and the Twinlings to help them make the rules, world-building, character roles, etc, so now the autobots have a new form of gambling- betting on the outcomes of a TRPG round. It doesn’t have an official name, but Starwish is a very popular Prime Elect (read: Dungeon Master). If any of them are recovering from injuries and can’t do physical family activities (like pranking) then this is what they do.

-Once Hardwire unlocks his predacon mode, Jet Judo shenanigans crank up to 1000% more reckless, because they totally expect him to catch them in mid-air (he does, but that doesn’t mean he won’t lecture them later).

-Sideswipe ABSOLUTELY uses Earth slang. He may not use it correctly, but he will gleefully use it just to watch Hardwire facepalm.

-Predacon cuddle piles. Nuff said.

-Sunstreaker once made Hardwire stay still in his predacon form for JOORS on end to paint him. Hardwire ended up napping through it and Sideswipe ended up posing on top of Hardwire in the cliche “I have slain the mighty beast” pose only for Hardwire to wake up and casually pin Sideswipe down with his tail and dragon-snicker at Sideswipe’s protests. Guess which one Sunstreaker painted (spoiler: not the one that would boost his Twin’s already sizable ego).

-They rarely if ever use Hardwire as an alibi or a coconspirator for pranks because they know Hardwire will absolutely sell them out to Prowl for the cybertronian equivalent of one (1) corn chip (especially after Hardwire gets his predacon mode because Prowl can understand him in that mode and Hardwire isn’t going to make his translator angry for any reason. That and it’s honestly funny to watch the Twins get caught.) Now- random races through the base or owning everyone in that game with the ball that I’ve forgotten the name of at the moment? That Hardwire will join in on no problem.

#SE asks #oliverslewty asks #AMOSC verse #Starwish (OC)#Hardwire (OC)#Sunstreaker #Sideswipe #transformers

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shewhowantsmouseears · 8 years ago

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disney storybits - son of Scheherazade

Another look at my Son of Scheherazade verse! For those not in the know, Mickey is said son, off to rescue his kidnapped parents with the aid of Sinbad a.k.a Goofy, genie Minnie, killer couple Clarabelle and Horace, trickster Daisy and weather-powered Donald. The first one is about the backstory of Mickey's parents and Minnie's inner revelation that she's in love with Mickey. The second is really more of a gag, might not even go in the actual story itself, I just really enjoy when I can make the mice super flustered. What can I say, I'm shameless.

Additionally, the 'thief' character is supposed to be an actual Disney character from the comics who I do want to put in the story, but I forgot her name and after spending a half hour on INDUCKS and google trying to find her, I gave up for now. ^^; Ah well, I'll be sure to put more effort in the story proper!

“Don't you think it's high time she knows?” Daisy said quietly after exhaling a long stream of smoke from her pipe. Normally she'd wave it away after a good puff, but on this cold night it seemed to drift around like a venomous snake waiting for the kill. No one objected out right, but the discomfort was obvious on everyone's faces – Goofy was choosing to stare at the floor, twiddling his thumbs. Clarabelle was glaring daggers, Horace was chewing the inside of his cheek, and Donald's left foot couldn't decide if it wanted to stay still or lean on a wall. “It only seems fair,” Daisy finally continued, “That she should know about the people we're rescuing, and about her dear master. About who he really is. About what he could really do.”

Minnie could feel the knot in her stomach tighten with every word. “What do you mean? Isn't master Mickey's mother a famous storyteller?” That's what everyone had said, while choosing to speak so little about his father. If it was something so relatively harmless, why was Daisy speaking as if a horrific monster lay in wait behind the door?

“Do we really have to do this now?” Clarabelle grumbled, rubbing her arms slowly.

“She does have a point.” Donald's shoulders shifted around as he dared to speak up. “Mickey probably thinks she knows already.”

Daisy chuckled darkly before taking another inhale from her pipe. When she exhaled, she was all smiles. “I guess that makes me the storyteller this time around...how fitting.” She twirled her golden pipe in her fingers, as if trying to make a figure from the smoke. “Once upon a time, there was a sultan who was very lonely. It was high time he found a wife. His advisors sought out the most beautiful women from all around the kingdom from the most noble families. Perhaps she was some rich man's daughter, or the eldest in a family of traders...Who knows.”

“But when the chosen one was brought before the sultan, he instantly fell in love and declared they'd be married in the morning. Everyone in the kingdom celebrated their sultan's happiness. It was a time of peace and prosperity, and the sultan couldn't imagine his joy could ever die. He spoiled her every day with gifts, with jewels and dresses. One day, he found a dress made out of the finest silk and richest colors, and he couldn't wait to bestow it upon her. So he entered her room...” Daisy clicked her tongue to her beak. “And found her in bed with another man.”

That wasn't Mickey's mother, Minnie knew this automatically. It couldn't have been. When Mickey spoke of Scheherazade, his eyes lit up with affection and he couldn't stand still, needing every part of his body to express how fantastically wonderful she was. It was if she was without flaw. So this told Minnie that this story wasn't going to be flowers and sunshine. She was afraid to look anywhere, and caught a glance of Goofy, who had shut his eyes and knew what was to come.

“The poor king was heartbroken.” Daisy went on, unaffected by the sorrow and rising dread in the cramped room. “And in his grief and rage, he ordered for his wife and her lover to be executed.”

Executed.

The word carried such weight yet Daisy spoke of it as it held no meaning. Minnie's mouth felt dry – she wanted to cry out, to demand the true version of this story, but this wasn't one of Daisy's annoying pranks or tricks. Daisy waved her hand as she spoke, gesturing to a place they couldn't see. “Once their dead bodies were tossed out, the sultan demanded a new wife be brought to him before sundown. As always, he was to be obeyed. So another woman of great beauty and renown was brought to him, and an impromptu marriage was made. And that night, the heartbroken sultan showed his new wife her bedroom, had her gaze across the kingdom, and left her to enjoy her new life. He then ordered his guards to kill her.”

At this Minnie lost all the strength in her legs, falling to her knees in stunned horror. Donald was at her side in seconds, asking if she was all right, but she couldn't hear him. This couldn't be Mickey's heritage. This couldn't be related to him at all. Not Mickey would tried for peace before bringing out his sword, not the boy who had such mirth in every sentence he said. Daisy wouldn't stop. “Of course, there are rumors that his guards sent the woman away and merely lied to the sultan...but you'd have to ask Mickey dearest if that was true. Regardless, the sultan asked for a new bride in the morning that he would kill by nightfall. He did this for days, with the entire kingdom too terrified to disobey him.”

“Skip ahead, would ya?” Horace interrupted, pushing himself off against the wall. “Girl doesn't need all the gory details. Just get to the happy ending, all right?”

“She's the one who asked.” Daisy replied flippantly, tossing her pipe once in the air before complying. “Very well. One day a woman came to the palace, offering to take the latest girl's place as the king's bride. Since she was a great and rare beauty from a different land, they took her up on the offer so no one from the kingdom would suffer. But when the sultan took her to her room, ready to leave her to her death, she offered to tell him a story.” She held up a single finger. “The sultan was intrigued by such an unusual offer, so he decided she could weave her tale before killing her. But this was no ordinary story, and no ordinary storyteller, creating adventures that took place all across the world and speaking of characters that no mere imagination could create. Best of all, she left it on a cliffhanger.”

Donald lightly held Minnie by the shoulders, trying to help her back on her feet. “It was Scheherazade! See, the sultan wanted so badly to know how the story ended, he let her live.” he said once she was up. “She finished the story the next night, but started another one. Went on like that for 1,001 nights.”

“And then the sultan decided he couldn't kill her and they had Mickey and the end.” Clarabelle spoke rapidly, trying to finish the whole sordid ordeal once and for all. “There, we're done! Now can we stop talking about it?”

Daisy's eyes narrowed, thoroughly irked that they'd taken the story reins away from her. “You all think it's that simple? Just a happily ever after? Haven't you ever once thought what kind of babe would come from such a union?”

Stop it. Minnie didn't look up.

Goofy opened his eyes and tilted his head, his long ears drooping over. “Whaddya mean, Daisy?”

“Mickey's a boy born from blood and heartache.” Was Daisy exaggerating as a form of revenge, or did she on some level believe what she was saying? It was always difficult to tell when she was being entirely truthful. “Even if the girls were saved, the sultan intended for them to die. If that's not blood lust, I don't know what is. Once you know who Mickey was, haven't you wondered if that's inside of him?”

Stop it. Minnie's fists bench to clench, and she could feel her fingernails almost piercing through her skin.

“That maybe, if he was hurt in just the right place, he'd snap?” Daisy snapped her fingers, holding her hand high. “That if he's pushed hard enough, he'll be out for vengeance? Don't tell me none of you have ever considered it! I bet deep down beneath that cute smile of his, there's a great big beast ready to come out. It might even come out on this journey of ours. That one point where he'll give into his past, and become his father's son-”

“STOP IT!” Minnie hadn't known her voice could be so loud, nor did anyone else in the room, given how all eyes were now upon her. “Stop saying these things! Stop talking like you know him! Mickey isn't like that at all!” Anger was bursting through her chest, a fire that was roaring out of her mouth, screaming each protest louder and louder until it threatened to destroy her throat. “I won't let you talk about him like that! You don't know him! You don't know him at all!”

With that declaration came a need, a need to have Mickey know he wasn't like that, to assure him that he was kind and wonderful and special. Minnie shoved Donald out of her way, racing out into the hallway, her little feet echoing a stampede.

Clarabelle snatched the smoking pipe out of Daisy's hand. “Are you happy now?”

Daisy didn't reply, but she did smile, amusement covering her beak.

Minnie kept running, her heart pounding in her big black ears, the bloodsoaked story contrasting with the gentle prince she'd known. Even if it was true, it didn't matter. Minnie knew Mickey, she'd seen the way his face would break in sadness at the idea of taking a life. His heart was filled with love for everyone around him, and he would do all in his power for the sake of another, even at the cost of what would make him happy. He could've used Minnie's powers as a genie to simply wish his parents home, but after seeing how exhausted each wish made her, he'd refused. He treated her as a person, not an object, not a slave, not as hundreds of thousands as previous masters had done before.

Daisy had no right to even imply Mickey could become anything else than what he was. What did she know? She didn't see his long restless nights when he worried over his parents, and the fake smile he'd wear just to make sure others didn't see his pain. Minnie had seen it, she'd watched him night over night, she wanted to protect him and was powerless to do so. She had endless opportunity waiting in her magic, but she couldn't use it, she was nothing without someone to give her a command, but to Mickey she was everything. He had promised to free her once his parents were saved, and he'd actually meant it.

And Minnie – she wanted to see that moment, see when he was held in the arms of his mother and father. She wanted his happiness, wanted to protect his adorable smile, wanted to wipe away his tears of frustration. She wanted to stay by his side, wanted – wanted - didn't want her freedom – if it meant she couldn't see that face -

Mickey was in the ship's training room, wanting to keep his skills from getting rusty. At the moment he was dueling swords with another member of the crew, laughing with enjoyment at every parry and thrust. He had heard the sudden footsteps but paid them no mind right away, until the thought occurred to him that there was a chance it could be Minnie. He grinned, because if this was his lady fair, he wanted to impress her with a trick or two he'd learned. After pushing away his opponent with the flat side of his blade, he cocked his head to see who slammed the door open.

Minnie stood there, hand on the door, breathless, and when she saw her master – her smiling master, her master of great heroism and noble deeds, who always reached a hand to those in need, who would become a great sultan in his own right – when she saw Mickey – she understood. She loved him.

Minnie choked, and had to slap her hands to her eyes to prevent any tears. Genies were forbidden to cry, for reasons even she had long since forgotten, but this would be truly difficult now that she knew what she'd been trying to deny for ages. She loved him, she loved him so much her heart was fit to burst, and she wanted to be by his side even if she was utterly useless to him. She wanted to protect him the world's horrors, to give him everything his heart desired, but what right did she have? What was she? A mere worthless genie? A used up doll that would be tossed away when she no longer had a purpose to serve?

She was selfish, the true monster waiting, Mickey deserved more than her, and her body wracked with agony. Mickey was clueless about many matters concerning women and romance, but even he could tell something was terribly wrong. “Minnie?” He tossed his sword aside without a second thought, rushing to Minnie with his arms out. “Minnie, what's wrong? Are you hurt? What is it?” Yet each caring question only served to remind Minnie of how unworthy she was of him, and words couldn't reach her tongue.

Mickey scratched his head, trying to puzzle it out. He motioned to the man he'd been practicing with, “Catch with you later, okay?”, and after a nod in return, Mickey put his attentions back on Minnie. He mentally debated with himself before reaching out and picking Minnie up in his arms. She let out a tiny squeak, burying her face into his neck. He savored the feeling for half a second before becoming slightly serious. “If you don't wanna tell me what's wrong, that's all right. Why don'tcha get some rest? Maybe get some snacks. I always feel better on a full stomach.”

Minnie mumbled something that could have been “Thank you” but Mickey wasn't able to tell. He walked on, intending to head for the kitchen first. He knew full well about the “no crying” rule and it had never sat right with him. Everyone needed to cry, it was healthy. He had a feeling that if Minnie was able to cry about whatever was upsetting her now, she'd feel much better afterward. He guessed she was probably keeping a lifetime of tears bottled up inside of her. Well then! He decided in his head, Once she's free I'm gunna give her a lifetime of tissues to make up for it.

After all, not once had Mickey ever considered the concept that the two of them would be apart once his parents were freed.

~*~

They finally cornered the thief in what appeared to be the final chamber of the cave, which was welcome news to Donald since he was especially exhausted after all this running. He still had a ways to go before he physically caught up with everyone else on the crew. So while everyone was readying themselves for a fight, his hands were on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “Someone say something cool, I need a minute.”

Mickey took the initiative, whipping out his sword and pointing at the enemy. “All right, hand over the emerald! There's nowhere for you to run!” Goofy had also taken out his blade, Daisy was rolling up her long sleeves, and Clarabelle and Horace were ready to use their famous “couple killer” moves. Minnie patiently stood by Mickey's side, ready to grant any wish he needed in the upcoming brawl – which she had to admit was probably unnecessary, since it was seven to one. But she also had to admit she wouldn't mind seeing the female thief get hurt a smidgen, because of her past flirtation with her master. Not that she'd ever use the word hussy. But it was a word that existed and words needed to be used and she was getting distracted again.

The thief turned around, her hood having fallen and revealing that her elaborately long black ponytail had grown even further since they'd encountered her last. Minnie cast a quick glance to Mickey to see if he noticed in case maybe he liked girls with longer hair – not that she cared! The woman chuckled darkly, holding up the important jewel for all to see. “The Emerald of Desires...it's said to make all your wishes come true. You think I'd hand it over so easily, when all the world's riches can be at my feet in seconds?”

“I could use that to rescue my parents!” Mickey countered, his grip on the sword tightening. How could anyone be so greedy when they saw someone else suffering? Even if the fate of parents wasn't at stake, this kind of power in the wrong hands could do unspeakable damage to innocent lives. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way!”

“Please vote easy.” Donald groaned, still in pain.

“Besides, look around.” Daisy waved her hands to indicate everyone around her. “You don't stand a chance! This doesn't make for an exciting story, but it'll have to do.”

“True,” the thief admitted without the Cheshire grin ever leaving her face, “But I don't see why I have to skip over an excellent opportunity to see what this baby can do.” The emerald began to flash green, suddenly away to its owners words. “What happens if I desire you all to leave?”

“Oh no you don't!” Mickey jumped forward, intending to knock the emerald from the thief's grasp. Minnie, worried for her master's safety, reached for him, but within seconds everyone was blinded by the emerald's harsh gaze. Minnie shut her eyes, the light having seared into her eyes. She waited to hear the clash of swords and banging of fists, but nothing came.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped – she and Mickey were no longer in the cave's chamber, but now in a room of endless mirrors! “Oooh, that horrid woman did send us away!” Minnie huffed, stamping her feet. There was no sign of the others, and all she could see were the reflections of herself and her oddly calm master.

“Looks like she did.” Mickey said, placing his sword back in its scabbard. “That's a bummer.”

“Oh, I do hope the others are all right.” Minnie squeezed her hands together, trying to find an exit. “If Donald's temper gets the best of him, his anger storms could collapse the whole cave!” She ran up and down the room, trying to find a crack or a hidden passageway, but nothing came to her sight. “And I bet that awful thief is getting away right this second! She is the worst! Why, if I had the power, I'd show her a thing or two, indeed I would!”

Mickey's head slowly cocked to a side, his arms tucked together, and an entertained smile came on his lips. “Aw, you ain't jealous, ain't cha?”

Minnie froze temporarily, her back to Mickey, her fur standing on edge. “J-Jeal-Jeal-Jealous! No! Of course not! The very idea...” Her voice died down an octave, and she twiddled her tiny fingers, pouting. “Just because she's pretty, and tall, and she k-k-kissed you that one time, what's there to be jealous of?” Nothing, absolutely nothing, so why were they talking about it? She slapped her cheeks, trying to focus. “We need to find her right away and get the emerald out of her grubby hands!”

Minne felt Mickey's soft hand touch her shoulder, which was nothing new, and then felt him whisper into her ear, which was very very very new. “Cause you don't gotta be jealous of her. I like you way more than I like you.”

The genie's brain flatlined for a brief couple of seconds. She wasn't sure which was making her tremble more, his breath tickling her ear or the words themselves that held their own precious burden. All she could say at first was an undignified “Huh?” before seeing her ridiculous reflection. Stop blushing! Stop blushing this instant! But seeing her reflection also meant seeing Mickey's reflection, and he was looking at her with a different set of eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of it first, and when she blinked rapidly they didn't change. A word popped into her head – hungry.

Minnie almost smacked her head into the mirror at her own dirty mind. “N-Nevermind all that.” She stammered, quick to wipe her mouth and turn around. “I don't care what you think about her. We need to find the others and think of a way to defeat her! I'm sure if we stay quiet, we can hear Clarabelle and Horace arguing with each other again.”

But she didn't even make it past three steps when Mickey oh so casually grabbed her by the elbow. “What's the rush?”

Minnie stared at him, trying to point in another direction and explain the obvious. It wasn't like Mickey to up an abandon anyone in their hour of need, be they friend or stranger. “Our friends are in danger?”

“They'll be fine, they've been in a ton of scrapes worse than this.” Mickey waved the matter away, and then his palm was flat on her back. “I figure now that we're finally alone, why don't we make the most of our time together?” His eyebrows wiggled, and Minnie found herself shoved in close.

“But-But-But-” Minnie knew exactly why they shouldn't be doing whatever he was implying – because he couldn't be implying that, even if she wanted it, not that she'd ever admit it, it was getting harder to think, why was he looking at her like that – but the words were bouncing on her tongue. She couldn't even look away because all of the mirrors were reflecting the bizarre situation she'd found herself in. Her instruction to stop blushing had clearly flailed as well as now even the tips of her ears were starting to burn. It certainly wasn't helping that she felt the hand on her back start to lower. “W-w-w-we have to catch the thief, and, um, Donald, and, ah, Goofy, and...”

Mickey's fingers curled around Minnie's chin, tilting her quivering lips up toward him. “Y'know, I figure you're a much better kisser than she is.”

Minnie's mouth opened and nothing came out, which was probably for the best because her mind was split in two. YES I AM - NO I'M NOT - SHUT UP - YOU SHUT UP and so on and so forth. There was a time and place for these things, so who would've thought this was one of them? Wasn't there supposed to be a big flowery confession of love before these sort of things happened? Since when was Mickey so ravenous? Come to think of it, he usually turned red if they held hands for longer than five minutes.

As such, Minnie might've figured something bigger was at play if she'd been allowed to think straight for a moment. But Mickey didn't allow that and instead cupped both her cheek in his hand and kissed her so deeply that her heart, mind, and soul exploded all at once. All at once the plight of her friends seemed vastly unimportant, especially compared to Mickey's other hand beginning to freely explore her.

Elsewhere, the real Mickey turned around, blinking twice. “Huh? I could've sworn I heard something.”

“I'm sure it's nothing important, my dear son.” Lady Scheherazade said, she and her husband finally free and reunited with their child. “Besides, there are more important matters to discuss. Such as sharing your legendary tale with all who can hear it!”

Mickey returned his attentions back to his parents, smiling from ear to ear. “Gee, Ma, can't you go one day without tellin' a story?” Of course he jested, for he was more than happy to see his mother and father. The family embraced, each hugging the other as tightly as they could. Who could desire anything more than this?

Donald thought the same thing, finally free of his curse and living a normal life like a real man could. Daisy also thought this, sitting atop a mountain of gold and getting more poured at her feet. The same thought went through Goofy's mind, reunited with his wife and his newborn son, deciding a name for his adorable little boy.

In reality, the group hadn't been moved. They were still in the final chamber, though now they looked very silly as they were trapped in the emerald's illusion. Minnie was rolling on the ground in a phantom lover's embrace, Mickey was hugging air, Donald was skipping around Daisy who was counting rocks, and Goofy was humming a lullaby to nothing in his arms. The thief cackled, rubbing her fingers across the emerald. “So it doesn't give the real wishes... But this'll make for a great escape trick! I can get away with all new thefts n-OW!”

She fell forward, suffering from a kick and punch to the back of her head. Her eyes swam, and she tried to roll over to see who had assaulted her – but who else could it have been except for Horace and Clarabelle? “What?! How did you two not fall under the emerald's spell?”

“Probably cause I don't want for nothin'.” Horace replied coolly, gesturing to his wife with his thumb.

Horace mimicked the gesture back to her husband. “Exactly! We're two halves of a whole, so when we're together, nothin's missin'.”

The thief wondered if that was true, or if maybe they were just too stupid to trick. Both were plausible. But before she could think of a way out of her situation, Clarabelle kicked the emerald out of her hands. “No way that'll help us on our mission, and we can't let anyone get their hands on this!” Satisfied, she stomped on the emerald, shattering it to pieces. The thief groaned, curling up and pouting at her easy loss.

With the emerald destroyed, the illusions vanished, and the group stopped what they were doing. Mickey looked around wildly. “Ma? Pa? Where'd they go?” Donald groaned as he saw a familiar rain cloud pop over his head, Daisy angrily threw the rock in her hand away, which hit Goofy in the forehead. Minnie was choosing not to make eye contact with anyone.

“Sorry, everyone.” Horace called out, hands cupped around his mouth. “Looks like it was one of them illusion spells. Probably gave you whatever you desired most. Another bust!”

Goofy stood up, ignoring the bruise on his head. “That's a shame. These ancient magical artifacts really ought to come with instruction pamphlets!”

“I can't believe I wasted my time on something so useless.” Daisy growled, having to be restrained by Donald before she violently vented her urges on the thief.

While Mickey was disappointed his brief reunion with his loved ones was false, he tried to find the silver lining. “C'mon guys! The important thing is that we're all safe and sound! Another dead end isn't so bad. Besides, seein' my parents again just makes me wanna find them all the more! You gotta keep that in mind! We just have to work toward all the goals we saw!” To find an example of such, he turned to Minnie with a pleasant smile. “Why, I bet I know exactly what Minnie was desiring!”

“What?!” Minnie jumped, sweat breaking out over her face. “N-No you – I wasn't – Nuh-uh!”

“It's written all over your face!” Mickey cheerfully continued, oblivious to the panic he'd set in his genie. “We all know what it is!”

How could they all know when she barely grasped it recently?! “No you don't!” Minnie squeaked, flailing her arms so hard they began to blur at her sides. Genies were immortal and she'd never wished so hard to die until that moment. “It wasn't – I wasn't – I can explain!”

“You dreamt about your freedom, didn'tcha?” Mickey lightly slapped Minnie on the back, confident he had the right answer. Why she was shaking so hard was anybody's guess.

“... Uh. Yes.” Minnie murmured, eyes darting here and there while pressing her pointer fingers together. Thank goodness her master could be such a sweet dunce. “My freedom. Because I'm a genie. So naturally I want my freedom. And absolutely nothing else ever.”

“And we'll work hard to free my parents and grant your freedom!” Mickey announced, turning on his heel to walk. “Let's head back to the ship and set sail for the next adventure!”

Horace grabbed the thief by the hood, dragging her along to the ship with the others in tow – save for Daisy, who had zeroed in on Minnie's agitation. “Freedom, huh?” She asked coyly, poking Minnie's red cheek over and over.

“Yes. Freedom. Please shut up.”

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