Are You The Witch Who Turned Eleven Princes Into Swans?

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

I prefer Cross bald and without body tattoos personally but what if :) Full nsfw version in my 18+ twitter (minors dni)

I'm only going say this once:

● Write what you want to write

● Draw what you want to draw

● Read what you want to read

● Ship who you want to ship

And leave people who have differing opinions alone.

Jango definitely visited the nursery a few times with baby Boba.

For a ficlet I might never write, taking place in my Nursery AU.

I’ve been ill recently and I’m so exhausted 😷

Believe it or not - it is still a work in progress. I am not sure when I can work on it again, so I decided to share the WIP. Here is a sweet moment between Tech and Phee.

Want to see more sketches by me? Here is another Tech/Phee kiss Here is Tech sleeping Here is Crosshair sleeping