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• Robb Stark X Arthur Pendragon
• Tauriel x Valkyrie
• Napoleon Solo X Midge Maisel
• Lara Croft X Diana Prince
• Vortigern Pendragon x Sansa Stark
• Erik Lehnsherr X Susan Pevensie
• James Kirk X Rey
• Klaus Mikaelson x Kisa
• Daisy Johnson X Eggsy Unwin
• Blair Waldorf X Stiles Stilinski
• Beverly Marsh x Eleven
• Matt Murdock X Selina Kyle
• Lydia Martin X Bucky Barnes
• Natasha Romanoff X John Wick
• Darcy Lewis x Derek Hale
• Joseph Dredd x Octavia Blake
• Maria Hill x Merlin
• Dean Winchester x Wynonna Earp
• Ravenna X Morgana
• Thranduil X Loki Odinson
• Daenerys Targaryen x Clarke Griffin
• Steve Rogers x Mera
• Murphy and Connor  MacManus x Anna Poliatova
• Frank Martin X Lorraine Broughton
• Gretel x Prince Nuada
• Priest x Baby Doll 

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When Mera recovered her senses, the first thing she noticed was that someone was holding her. She tried to move a bit, but firm hands stopped her.

“You were hurt. Don’t move.”

Oh. It was the Captain, the one from America who jumped out of flying vessels. Now she remembered it all.

“I’m fine.” She told him, now aware she was on his lap, her head resting against his shoulder.

“I know you can take a punch.” He told her, and just then Mera noticed how tight his voice was.

She started noticing other things as well; how rigid his body was, how straight he was sitting, the fact that he was avoiding looking in her direction… How tightly he was holding her.

Oh.

He was scared. Because of her.

She could tell him it wasn’t necessary. It took much more than a strong human to hurt her, and the man who’d attacked her hadn’t been that strong. Sure, she had blacked out, but it was only because of the explosion. And she wasn’t hurt because of that, she’d just been hit on the head. She’d be better in another 30 minutes.

However, Steve wasn’t thinking about that. He was just concerned.

Because she was hurt.

So Mera pressed her body more firmly against his, and put her hand over his heart; just so he’d know she was still there.

There were many things she didn’t want to think about when it came to her relationship with Captain Rogers, but…

When he relaxed and his embrace became more tender and less constricting, Mera decided she wouldn’t think about it just then.

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Valkyrie marched into Tauriel’s bedroom, her shoulders sagged.

“Are you alri…” Tauriel gasped a protest as Valkyrie unceremoniously picked her up and kept walking like it was nothing. “Valkyrie!”

Valkyrie merely grunted a reply, dropping Tauriel on the bed, then crawling over her and shamelessly sprawling on the redhead.

Tauriel was frozen for a minute, feeling the warmth of Valkyrie’s body and her breath on the elf’s neck.

After a full minute of this, Tauriel maneuvered herself in a more comfortable position, without moving Valkyrie. “Hard day?” She asked kindly.

Her new blanket just nodded and pressed her face more firmly on the curve of Tauriel’s neck.

The elf smiled and hugged Valkyrie as she felt the tension leaving the warrior’s body.

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Robb wanted to get up. He had things to do; many things in fact. He had an early meeting with the Northern Lords, then he had to check the winter storages, and then…

He had a full day ahead. So he really needed to move.

Unfortunately he couldn’t move.

Because Arthur was wrapped around him like a barnacle. Who’d have thought the King of England was a cuddler?

Robb’s back was glued to Arthur’s chest, and the blond king had his left arm and leg thrown over Robb and he was squeezing him. A lot.

Robb tried to put some space between them again, but Arthur’s arms tightened their hold.

“You ain’t going anywhere, Stark.” Arthur grumbled from behind him.

Well… Robb had tried.

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“Get closer.”

“I think I’m close enough.” She whispered furiously at him.

Napoleon pulled Midge flush against his body. “Told you you could get closer.” He whispered smugly back.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m pretty sure you told me I wouldn’t be risking my neck.”

Napoleon’s hand slid down to her wait. “You are not risking your neck. I might have miscalculated this a bit…”

She sunk her heel on his toes. “A bit?”

Napoleon hid his face on the curve of her neck, so he wouldn’t give away how much pain her was in. “We’re supposed to be embracing here as lovers.” He reminded her.

Yes, because there were armed men chasing them! Midge couldn’t believe she’d let this idiot convince her this wouldn’t be dangerous.

So she’d fallen into the old ‘kiss me so we won’t get caught’ thing. But she’d refused to kiss him, so they’re kind of hugging.

This man’s body was ridiculous.

“If your hand slides down a bit more, I’ll be your last ‘lover’.” She growled at him.

She felt his body shaking, only to realize he was chuckling. “You’re so charming, Midge.”

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“It certainly got colder.” Lara commented, hugging herself.

They had decided against a fire, because they didn’t want to attract attention to their position.

“You can have my cloak.” Diana offered. “I don’t feel as cold as you do.”

“No.” Lara was quick to say. “I couldn’t possibly.”

Diana thought about it for a second. “We can share.” She suggested.

Lara cleared her throat. “Sure. That works.”

Diana opened her arms and Lara settled beside her, laying her face on Diana’s shoulder. The amazon put her arm around Lara, and rested her head on hers.

Lara was silent for a minute.

“That was so smooth.” She realized after a minute.

Diana chuckled, clearly pleased with the results. “It was.” She agreed. “I believe I owe you dinner.”

“Yes, you do.” Lara murmured as she cuddled closer.

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“My King!” One of the mais ran to him. “It’s the Queen! She…”

Vortigern pushed past the babbling woman and hurried to his chambers. He’d been traveling for the last two months, and he’d just arrived. He’d thought it was strange that Sansa hadn’t been there to receive him, and now…

As he entered his room, Katia was sitting by Sansa, tears running down her face, while his wife was asleep.

“Father!” Katia ran to him.

“What is wrong?” He demanded, even as he hugged his daughter close.

“Sansa was pregnant. But…” She hid her face on his chest. “She bled this morning and now…”

Now she had lost their baby.

“Katia.” Vortigern cradled her face. “I want to be alone with Sansa. Can you go?”

It looked like she might argue for a minute, but one look from him and she left.

Vortigern undressed, until he was more comfortable. He pulled the blankets from the bed and laid down beside Sansa.

His movements woke her up. “My King?” She called groggily, then finally more awake. “My king! I… I am sorry. It is my fault.” Tears ran down her face. “I am…”

“Quiet.” Vortigern told her firmly, but not cruelly. He pulled her to his chest and held her tightly against himself. “It is fine. I am here now, I won’t leave you alone like this again.”

“My King?” She was confused.

“Rest, Sansa. I am here, and I will hold you.”

She started crying again, but this time she was holding on to him, so she felt she would drift away and get lost forever.

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Susan closed her eyes and tried to feel only the warm water around herself. She tried to focus on nothing and just enjoy the moment.

Then she heard steps outside and the door opened. “That’s a nice view.” Erik commented with a grin.

“You’re back.” She gave him a small smile.

Erik sighed and took of his jacket, throwing it carelessly to the ground. “I told you I’d be back.”

“You were gone for a week.” She pointed out.

He toed off his shoes. “I didn’t think it’d take me this long.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, arching her eyebrow.

“Getting into that tub.”

Before Susan could protest he threw his shirt away and climbed in the tub still wearing his pants. Susan shrieked as water spilled out, wetting the floor. “Are you out of your mind?” She yelled at him.

Erik ignored it all and pulled her to his arms, hugging her. “I missed you.”

Susan tried to hold on to her grumpiness, but it was impossible when he held her like that. “I missed you too.” She admitted as she relaxed her body against his.

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Rey was feeling amazingly comfortable just then. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well and so peacefully. It was magic sensation.

Until she realized there was someone gently breathing on her neck.

“What the…” She rolled away to violently, and ended on the floor.

She tried to regain her bearings as she was, laid down on the floor. That was until Kirk’s way-too-pretty face appeared on the corner of the bed, looking down on her. “What are you doing there?” He asked her, confused by the commotion.

They’d had to share a bed because of the space. She was pretty sure they weren’t snuggling the night before, but they were this morning.

“Your face scared me.” She told him, like a brat.

Jim snorted. “Are you getting up?”

Rey thought about it for a minute. “No. Give me some space.”

Kirk grumbled something, but he made room for her and Rey climbed back on the bed.

She hesitated for a second, but they’d done it already, and there was nothing to it. Sometimes she felt really lonely, and maybe he did too.

As she put her arm around him and Kirk not only let her, but brought her closer, Rey felt at peace once again.

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Obviously Klaus noticed when everyone became quiet and stared at something behind him. It was blatant and he wasn’t an idiot.

It also didn’t take long for him to realize who it was; Kisa -la diosa- had an unique aura. He refused to turn to greet her, because… Well, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

She stopped behind him, and her hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, as she leaned down to speak directly by his ear. “Starting this meeting without me?” She asked, her voice pure velvet.

“Just greeting the guests.” He told her, completely unconcerned.

“I know you think you’re invulnerable, but culebra’s venom is still quite painful.” She drawled.

Klaus chuckled. “Hum. Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”

Kisa chuckled, her breath fanning his neck. Her arms tightened around him, giving the illusion of a hug to the others, but he could feel her strength underneath it.

“Careful what you wish for, pretty boy.”

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When Matt woke up, he was unsure of where he was. The sheets under his body weren’t his and the smell…

As soon as he felt the perfume, everything came back to him in a second.

Oh no.

The cat from Gotham.

Selina.

How did that happen?

Okay, fine. He knew very well how that had happened. It was just…

“Is this the martyrizing part?” Her voice called from his left.

He wasn’t paying attention; he hadn’t even heard her coming back to the room.

“Excuse me?”

She came closer, and put her knee on the bed. “You know. First you sleep with the burglar, then you feel all the catholic guilt you can.”

Matt shook his head. “I’m sorry. I was confused for a minute.”

She hummed her understanding, them put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back until he was laying back down. “What are you doing?”

“It’s Sunday.” She told him simply, resting her head on his chest. “I have a day off, the sun is in perfect position…”

“For what?” He asked confused, finally noticing the sunlight reaching him through the window.

“Cat nap.” She whispered as if it was a secret, snuggling closer to him.

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“Lydia!” Bucky crashed through the doors and looked wildly around.

“Is this really necessary?”

His head snapped in the direction of her voice. She was sitting on a bed, while a nurse -who was previously checking her arm -looked at Bucky startled.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Can I talk to her in private?” He asked the nurse.

The woman nodded and made herself scarce fast.

“Honestly, James.” Lydia huffed a breath. “It was just a small thing. I fell on my arm, but it’s not even broken.”

He could see that now, she wasn’t even wearing a cast, just a splint.

He’d run all the way here anyway.

He plopped himself beside her on the bed.

“I know you have that whole ‘no injuries with me’ policy, but honestly, this wasn’t my…” Lydia’s speech turned into a gasp of surprised when Bucky hauled her to his lap. “James!”

“I’m sorry, doll.” He hugged her tight against himself. “I know you’re tough, capable and smart as hell. But I can’t stand seeing you hurt so…” He put his forehead on her shoulder. “I really need to hold you a bit.”

She sighed. “So dramatic…” She got herself more comfortable on his lap, then hugged him back. “I’m here.”

“No more injuries.” He grumbled.

Lydia chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

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Derek was considering going to sleep -or at least lie on his bed and wish he could rest -when the door to his SHIELD issued apartment opened and Darcy came in.

“Darce?” He got up from his couch. “Is something wrong?” Normally she called before showing up at his place.

She marched up to him and pushed him back on the couch, then unceremoniously straddled him. “Darcy?” He called, slightly concerned.

“I want to make it very clear…” She told him pouting. “This is not a booty-call. This is a cuddle-call.”

Derek was amused and charmed at the same time. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She nodded, her glasses slipping to the tip of her nose. “Don’t get me wrong: I like the whole grumpy-sexy-werewolf thing you’ve got going, -the stamina and whatnot- but today I had a horrible day. Horrible. And I need… No! I deserve a good cuddle. So be a nice fuck-buddy and cuddle me!”

Derek laughed. And laughed, and laughed a bit more.

Darcy was not amused. “Sourwolf!”

“I’m sorry, Darce.” He put his hands on her hips. “Cuddle-call. We can do that.”

She snorted. “As if you have a choice.” She snarked, before sinking into his body. Derek chuckled one last time, before hugging her.

Perhaps he was also in need of a good cuddle.

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“I don’t think I should’ve had that last bottle.” Natasha sighed, letting her head gently fall back against the wall.

John, sitting beside her, snorted. “I thought you were some kind of super soldier.”

“I am.” She told him tersely. “But even super soldiers have limits. I’d say four bottles of pure vodka might just be it.”

He chuckled softly.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have any idea what we’re doing?” She asked with a sigh.

“No.” He confessed. “I think I haven’t known for a while now.” He admitted.

“Most feared assassins my ass. We’re pathetic.”

“Yeah…”

Natasha laid her head on his shoulder. “So?”

John put his arm around her shoulder and let her get more comfortable against his side. “Let’s see tomorrow.”

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Thranduil had woken up almost an hour ago. He was still lying down, though. From his place on the bed he could partially see the blue sky outside, and he could hear the birds singing outside. It was a beautiful morning.

Finally, his bed partner decided to wake up. Loki pressed his body firmly against Thranduil’s, then rubbed his face on the elf’s chest, like a spoiled pet.

“Anything else for you, Your Majesty?” Thranduil drawled.

Loki’s eyes focused on the other King. “Have you been awake long?” He asked before yawning.

Thranduil dropped a kiss to Loki’s forehead and pulled him deeper into his arms. “No. I’ve just woken up.”

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“The tunnel collapsed. Galahad hasn’t left…”

“Don’t say that!” Daisy protested. “We can’t just assume he’s dead. What’s wrong with you all?”

Merlin sighed. “Quake…”

“There’s someone coming out!” One of the agents still close to the building called.

Daisy was the first to hurry over, just in time to see Eggsy coming out of the building, hand on his left shoulder, stumbling.

“Eggsy!” She yelled.

“Hey. I have a name for this…” Daisy barreled into his chest, throwing her arms around him, hugging him close. “Quake?” He asked gently.

“I thought you were dead, you asshole.”

Eggsy chuckled. “It’ll take a bit more than that to kill me.” Daisy squeezed him tighter and he groaned. “Yeah, that might be it.”

“Sorry.” She started letting go, but Eggsy hugged her back.

“It’s fine.”

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“What was that?” Blair demanded, her voice shrill.

“I think that was actually a ghost.” Stiles was excited. “I’ve never seen one, just a bunch of other weird stuff…”

“Why are you so happy about this?” She pushed him. “This is… It’s not possible. I…”

Stiles calmed down enough to look at her again. Oh.

This wasn’t his first rodeo, but it sure as hell was Blair’s. She was in shock.

“Hey.” He put his hands on her shoulder. “It’s fine.”

“No, it is not!” She stomped her foot. “Bitchy girls, jealous people, stupid boys, I can handle. That’s my life. But that…” She pointed vaguely at where they’d come running from. “That is not…”

“I know.” Stiles cleared his throat. “I’m sorry you had to…”

He stopped talking when he noticed she was trying to pretend she wasn’t crying. Confusing girl.

He pulled her to him, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’ll hold you a bit if you don’t mind. I’m still scared.” He told her softly.

“Well, if you are scared then…”

He could hear the tears in her voice, but he didn’t call her out on it.

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Bev smiled as the birds sang and sun warmed her skin. She wished the world could always be just like that for her and El, but she knew it was just a dream.

Her family wouldn’t be happy if they saw her like this with a girl. She wasn’t sure what El’s family would say, but she didn’t think it’d be good.

However, El was quiet, with her eyes closed, cradled between Bev’s legs, her back to the other’s front, making Bev’s collarbone her pillow. They were holding each other’s hands and they had nothing to do.

It was a perfect day and Bev had so few of those she couldn’t throw this one away. 

This was perfect.

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This wasn’t the same as when he’d first met Anderson. It wasn’t the same as in the Peach Tree with Mama. This was an all-out war.

Block war.

It had lasted too long and it had taken too much from them. Now it was over and it was so fuckin quiet, it was frightening.

Like the quiet woman in his arms.

Dredd carried Octavia away from the building, while she was limp on his arms. He ignored everybody that tried to talk to him, all the questions threw his way.

She was still alive, but he didn’t know how long this might last.

But the doctors still had to pry her from his arms to look at her, and Dredd was left shaking.

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Maria put her glass down and got up. “I’m going to sleep.”

She wouldn’t sleep, not really. It had been a nightmare of a mission; they thought they’d lost Eggsy for a minute there, there were agents hurt. She knew she wouldn’t be able to forget that; she’d lie awake thinking about her failures today.

Drinking was supposed to help, but Maria had never been a drinker, not like her partner seemed to be. Well, drinking partner for just now; everyone knew she didn’t get along with Merlin. Not really.

She hadn’t given 2 steps before a hand on her arm held her back. She turned confused, intending to ask Merlin what the fuck was wrong with him, but he pulled her to him.

Maria was too shocked, that was the only reason she didn’t punch him. At least that was what she told herself.

That was why he let her hug you. Merlin was normally a man of few words, and now she didn’t expect him to say anything. And he didn’t.

He just gave her one long hug, then he let her go. Maria turned on her heel and left.

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“Someone please turn off the lights.” Dean grumbled from the bed.

“You can’t turn off the sun, idiot.”

Dean groaned as he opened his eyes, noticing that it was -in fact -the sunlight that was bothering him. He’d forgotten the blinds open the night before.

Wynonna was putting on her boots, sitting by the foot of the bed. “Where you going?” Dean grumbled.

“One night stand, buddy.” She threw over her shoulder “Night’s over.”

Dean merely rolled his eyes and grabbed Wynonna by her waist, pulling her back to the middle of the bed -literally kicking and screaming.

“What the fuck?”

“Let’s cuddle.” He decided. “We skipped that part yesterday.”

“Are you serious right now?”

Dean hid his face in her hair. “I’m always serious about cuddling. And my car. And my pie.”

Wynonna groaned. “You couldn’t be more of a dude if you tried.”

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Clarke liked moments like these, when she had Daenerys all to herself. Those were becoming more and more rare, because their campaign had reached a critical point.

Now that they were in Westeros things seemed to be different. Daenerys was more concerned, tense. The council meetings were becoming charged with tension and fingers were being pointed more often than not.

However, once it was nighttime, and Clarke retired to her rooms, she only had to wait a bit. Eventually Daenerys would enter without even knocking. They’d lie together, they’d kiss or make love and then she could hold her queen just like she was doing now.

Clarke didn’t know what the future held for her, but she hoped she could always be like this with the Queen that conquered not only the land, but her heart as well.

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Ravenna ran the brush over her hair one more time. She felt tired today, which meant her powers were diminishing. It wasn’t uncommon; she needed to recharge often nowadays, she needed more girls.

“That is enough.” Morgana spoke softly, staying Ravenna’s hand. “Your hair is like silk.”

Ravenna looked at the black haired beauty through her reflection on the mirror. “Liar.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Morgana took the brush of her hand and put it down by the vanity. “The bed is cold and I’d like you to keep me warm.”

Ravenna chuckled, but the sound was tired and it lacked real warmth. “I’m afraid I’m too tired.”

Morgana encouraged her to stand up. “So I’ll just hold you. It is enough for me.”

Ravenna let Morgana take her back to bed then take her into her arms. Morgana was beautiful and powerful, if Ravenna were to use her as a…

No. She couldn’t do that. Not to Morgana. Ravenna would rather perish.

At this rate, she just might.

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Anna wasn’t sure how she ended up hiding in Boston of all places. Sure, she was technically dead and she could go anywhere -she’d planned on going to Hawaii for a while, but Lenny might look for her there.

Mostly she didn’t know how she ended up meeting these two idiots.

“Anna, you’re quiet again.” Murphy commented from her left. He was laying on his side, his face resting on his hands as he looked at her.

“Let her.” Connor grumbled from her right. He was in the exact same position as his brother.

And she was smack in the middle of this Irish sandwich. She didn’t know how.

“It is cold.” She spoke softly.

“You’re Russian, love.” Murphy dropped a kiss to her forehead. “Shouldn’t you be used to it?”

She kissed his chin. “I’m tired of it.”

She felt Connor’s lip on her throat. “Do you want us to keep you warm?” He teased.

“Yes.” She replied simply, pulling them closer. “This is enough.”

Murphy chuckled. “Cruel woman.”

Connor snorted. “Shut up and make her happy.”

Strangely enough… She was happy there.

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“I don’t normally do this.” Lorraine spoke, bringing a cigarette to her lips.

Frank took it away before she could light it up. “What? Cuddle? I didn’t think you did.” He chuckled.

Lorraine threw hima look, but considering she really was letting him cuddle her -post sex -she couldn’t say much. “Mix business with pleasure.”

“I don’t either.” He shrugged. “I have rules.”

She chuckled. “I’ve heard all about your rules. I think we’ve broken them all by now.”

“Yeah…” He drawled. “I don’t mind it. Much.”

Lorraine chuckled.

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“I feel lost.”

“We all do at some point.”

“You don’t look lost.”

The priest stopped what he was doing -sharpening some sort of knife and looked at her. “You’d be surprised.”

Babydoll didn’t believe him. “You look too strong to be lost. And I…” She sighed. “I know that I look strong too, and I can fight this fight, I promise I can, but…”

She pulled her legs closer to her body and hid her face on her knees.

Babydoll felt the mattress sink next to her, then the priest put his hand on her shoulder. “It is okay to be tired.”

She didn’t think much about it. Babydoll tried not to think since she lost all her girls. She’d been fighting alone for a while before she met this man by accident. She threw her arms around him and pulled him tight against her body.

He froze for a second, but accepted her hug eventually. Maybe she wasn’t the only one that was tired.

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Gretel was confident in her abilities during a fight, even if she was outnumbered. Desperation had taken over her since she’d started looking for her brother, and she admitted she knew nothing of these creatures. Witches? Yes, she’d killed many of those and would continue to do so. 

Elves? Goblins? Fairies? Those she wasn’t so sure about.

Those goblins in front of her, those who wanted to kill her for daring to enter this place? She was even less sure about. But she’d go down swinging.

Suddenly arms came from behind her, embracing her waist and pulling her against a firm chest. “She’s mine.” A voice she was starting to recognize all to well proclaimed. “She shall not be harmed.”

The goblins apologized and bowed to the prince, barely looking at her.

“Let me go.” She hissed at him.

But if Gretel was strong, Prince Nuada was even stronger. “Not so fast, my little human.” He put his chin on her shoulder, his embrace looking intimate and possessive. “What have I told you about coming here alone?”

She managed to turn, dagger in hand, but he held her arm easily, barely moving. Nobody seemed to notice.

She was still way too close to him. “What do you want?” She demanded.

His left hand grasped her chin not that gently. “Oh, my little human… Many things.”