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Wretched & Divine - Tonda (Krabat)

Let's pretend Tonda actually brushes his teeth, yeah? K, thx

Warnings: misogyny, witchcraft and talk of religion I guess? Fluff?

6.2K Words🤙🏻 (yikes lol)

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You never thought you'd be living a double life, it was unheard of in your village. Everyone knew everyone, especially their secrets. Word always traveled fast, people you didn't know would suddenly be known as soon as something scandalous would happen in private. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you were certain no one was dangerous to you or your family, a curse because well...you had your own secrets.

It took a long time for you to accept the fact that you were a witch. You were a devout Christian; always going to church, reading your Bible, treating others as Christ would have. You were the perfect daughter. Obedient, kind, caring; traits of a person no one would ever suspect of being a witch, but you were.

Growing up, you had quite an interest in nature, so much to the point you'd beg your parents to let you sleep under the stars, never wanting to sleep in your own bed. You were an excellent study, learning how to read, write, perform math equations, and just overall being an intelligent person. If you had grown up somewhere else, you might've just been burned or hanged as a witch for even being allowed to read. But your small village was thankfully more progressive than others; though odd occurrences started to take place more and more as you grew older, and it terrified you.

The first time you started to suspect you were a witch is when you had just turned twelve. Your courses had just started, causing you to be more emotional than usual, anything could set you off and you had already been raised with the notion that finally blossoming into a woman wasn't something that should be talked about in public; it was not ladylike. You were playing with your friends in the nearby creek and you hadn't realized you had bleed through your skirts; a boy called it out and made fun of you for it, and you were so mad, you felt like you had actual steam coming out of your ears and you were brought to tears. Then, suddenly, a low hanging branch from a tree fell on top of the boy's head, causing him to pass out. Now, it was probably just a coincidence, but considering the forest by the creek was a few feet away, it was hard to convince yourself it was just that.

You had started to experiment with this newfound curiosity of witchcraft, something that your parents and everyone who could speak warned of, but you couldn't help how drawn you were to it. Even just the name, it was intriguing. You weren't expecting anything to happen that day, sure that it was just an overactive imagination. But when you tried to replicate what had happened to that boy, you managed to smack yourself in the face with a similar tree branch. After crying from the unexpected wallop to the face, a sense of dread was felt in your heart, and you didn't even know if you should've told your parents. What would they think? Would they turn on you like everyone else would? Would they accept you? Would they kill you themselves?

You decided you couldn't risk it. You loved your parents, and you couldn't even bear thinking that they might turn on you just because you were born a certain way. So you kept it a secret, and you would never use magic, you swore that to yourself. But of course, that promise only lasted a few weeks.

Your friend had gotten gravely ill, and it didn't look like she was going to make it. You didn't know how you were supposed to go about it, but you envisioned her getting better and just kept that vision in your head for hours. You prayed of course, but you wanted to try everything you could to heal her. And holding her hand one night as she laid on her deathbed, sweat pouring from her and scarcely breathing, you suddenly got lightheaded as you prayed for her, feeling like your own energy was being taken from you. You couldn't recall how long you felt that way, but when you snapped out of it, you were shocked to see that your friend's face seemed to gain its color back. Before she was pale, almost gray and lifeless, but her cheeks regained their rosiness and she was taking full breaths.

You didn't know how, but you managed to save her life.

Maybe you weren't this evil monster that parents told their children about, you weren't just a scary bedtime story or warning. Maybe you could actually use your powers for good, to help people. Maybe you could make the village a better place. It was worth a try.

Years later, your village and its people thrived. It took a long time, but you managed to work hard to control and learn everything there was to know about witchcraft. You blessed the crops, producing healthy and bountiful harvests. You helped deliver babies, human and animal. You helped teach the children. Everything you could do to help, you did. You could even force rain out of the clouds when there would be droughts, turning storms away when there would be a danger of flooding, making sure the village was kept warm and safe whenever it would snow. You felt like you had finally found your purpose, and it made you happy. Although, you wished at least one person would know how you help. You sometimes wished you'd get the thanks you felt you deserved. But it was fine, as long as your people were happy and blissfully unaware.

You didn't know it, but someone knew your secret, multiple people; you were being watched.

The Meister had heard about you, he could feel that there was someone powerful, even more than himself. He felt threatened, especially because you were a woman more powerful than him. At first, he wanted you dead, six feet under. But before he could be impulsive like he usually was, he got to thinking. He only had boys as his apprentices, only used boys to gain more power. But from what he felt from you, he wouldn't even need to teach you his magic for him to be able to use you. You were already so powerful, he was practically salivating at the thought of how much power he could take from you. He needed you, he needed you to join his mill boys. Or at least, have his boys kidnap you.

The Meister had his boys keep an eye on you from time to time, watching you get more powerful as you grew older, reporting to him so he could figure out the right time to take you for himself. But he made the mistake of letting Tonda be one of the boys that kept an eye on you.

Tonda wasn't like the other mill boys, he knew how evil the Meister was and how far he was willing to go to keep himself alive and powerful. He wanted to leave. He wanted to live his life without being enslaved and eventually killed. He watched you with an envious gaze, wishing he could be in your place. You shined like the moon on a cloudless night, anyone caught in your bright rays always having a smile on their face. He had never heard of a witch or warlock having such a positive effect on people. Anytime he or his fellow mill boys were to venture outside on rare occasion, everyone treated them like they were dirt under their shoes, lowlifes and Devil worshipers, lost causes that should be avoided at all costs. He wasn't aware that people could treat people like him with such kindness as they would any other human. But then he quickly realized, no one knew what you were.

Tonda, overhearing his Meister's plans for you one night, he knew he had to warn you. He didn't know you, and he had no reason to do such a generous act, but if it were him, he'd want to be warned. He had time on his side, Silvester wasn't for another few months. The Meister trusted Tonda, a poor decision but one he was thankful for. Every time Meister sent someone to look in on you, it was always Tonda. And soon, that envy turned into admiration. Seeing how you genuinely liked helping people in your village, it just gave him more incentive to want to help you.

You felt the energy around you shift, every other day, you felt like you constantly had to look over your shoulder. It was subtle at first, just a little pit in your stomach as you walked around your village, especially during the evenings. Soon that feeling got stronger and stronger, to the point you felt like you had to stay in your home more often than not. It made you feel defenseless, unable to protect yourself. You needed to figure out whatever it might be so you could put a stop to it immediately.

You had read about being able to remove your soul from your own body, or your consciousness. The whole thing sounded demonic in its own right, but what if you could only see what was plaguing you if you weren't in your own body? The feelings that you would get scared you enough to want to try. You sat deep in the forest near your village, making sure nobody was nearby or watching you in person. Already being somewhat educated on the subject, imagining your soul climbing outside of your body, and exhaled a breath. As if you could hear a rip inside your own head, you were suddenly standing. But you weren't. You looked behind you to see your physical form still sitting in the same position and spot you were before. It was jarring to see yourself that way, almost lifeless, only the slightest trace of movement from your chest rising and falling shallowly. But you had to focus on the task at hand.

You wandered the woods in your non corporal form, following that feeling in your gut until it got stronger. You soon saw a distant glow in the darkness, a grayish tint. You made a sprint for it before it could disappear, and that's when you saw him.

A boy, not much older than you in appearance: his almost shoulder length hair tied behind his head in a short ponytail, his tattered clothing covered in what looked like flour, and his face lightly covered in soot. He stared at you in shock, like he'd never seen a woman before, but it was probably because you could actually see him. But you probably had the same expression on your own face, he could actually see you too.

"Are you who's been watching me?" You asked bluntly, completely ignoring your teachings of being respectful and meek towards others, especially if they were men.

The boy had a guilty expression on his face, his dark eyes looking down in what you could only describe as shame. "Yes..." He admitted, causing your face to scrunch up in a scowl.

You stormed up to him with eyebrows furrowed. "Why? What do you want from me?" You would've asked how he could see you, but you already figured he was the same as you, more specifically, he was one of those mill boys you had heard so much about: about how they practiced dark magic, serving an evil master that disguised himself as the mill keeper. But the boy wouldn't respond, his face only growing darker from blushing, the gray aura surrounding him not allowing for much color to shine through.

"I don't want anything from you. I just...I came to warn you."

"Warn me? About what?"

"My master...he knows about you, about what you are." You felt your heart hammer in your chest at his proclamation, your stomach feeling like it flipped at what he went on to say. "He wants to take your powers for himself. And he's willing to do anything to get it, even if it means killing everyone in your village."

The news was petrifying, but how could you even trust this boy when he served the same man that was planning on taking your powers? "Why are you warning me?"

"I'd want to be warned too." You could tell that wasn't the only reason, but you didn't have the patience nor time to ask for more. "You should leave your village, before the Silvester."

You scoffed. "And where would I go, huh? The village is the only place I've ever known."

"I don't know, but if you want your people to live, if you want to live, then you should listen to me." He went to walk away, but you stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"Wait. What's your name?"

"Tonda." You nodded, giving him your own and your thanks. He smiled weakly. "I already knew your name."

After that interesting and enlightening exchange, you felt the most stress you've ever felt in your entire life. Some evil man wanted to kill you for your powers, and would kill your entire village just to get to you. Why? And how? How could someone be that evil? You knew you would never get answers to those questions, so you simply just stopped asking them. You still struggled with believing and trusting that Tonda, but then again, he was like you and he admitted to being the one who had been watching you. It had been a few days, but you didn't feel that pit in your stomach you usually felt when you were being watched, so perhaps he stopped. Or maybe after finally meeting him, you didn't feel like you needed to be scared.

It was a silly thought, but you couldn't help but recall how handsome the boy had been. But it's not what you should've been thinking about. You needed to think about your plan on how you could get out of this situation. You didn't want to leave your family, or your village. You knew you could probably make it on your own, but the thought of leaving everything and everyone you grew up with, it brought tears to your eyes. God, you wished you could've just been born normal, then you wouldn't have to deal with all this. But the world just didn't have normal in its plans for you.

Even though Tonda had done what he set out to do and warned you about the Meister's plan, he still went out and watched over you from time to time, at least until you left like he told you to. But every time he went to your village, he was always disappointed to see you still there, but a strange feeling of relief was always right there with that disappointed feeling. In truth, having been somewhat of a guardian angel in a sense, he didn't really want to see you go. But he knew if you stayed, you'd end up dead on the mill floor come Silvester morning. He couldn't have that happen, not when you were so...good. He hated that he allowed himself to start caring about your wellbeing, but it's not like he had control over his emotions, he never had.

You felt Tonda's presence around you, starting to get a feel for his energy. It wasn't oppressive like it normally felt. Tonda's energy felt different than all the other people who must've been watching you before him. His energy felt warm, gentle, like a summer breeze whisking past your cheeks. You always managed to wear a smile whenever you felt that he was around, but you still felt that pressure of what he warned you about, and you could tell he was getting impatient. "I don't think I can leave my family." You blurted out one day, sitting in a tree all by yourself.

The wind bustled around you almost violently, like the forest was throwing a temper tantrum.

"What if...what if I can stop him; your Meister? If he's so threatened by me because of my powers, then why should I let him scare me off?" You yelped when you felt a small branch break off above you and fell down upon your head. "Ow." You sighed, seeing as the sun was starting to set over the horizon. "I have to go." You didn't wait for a sign that he understood, you simply hopped out of the tree and made your way back to your home.

You really gave it some thought. What if you were powerful enough to put a stop to whatever nefarious plans this Meister had? If he was so evil, wouldn't it be worth trying? But you were swiftly cut off from your train of thought when you heard shuffling outside your window. Standing up from your bed and keeping a protection and offensive spell on stand by, you waited until you could see exactly who or what it was outside.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to silence your loud gasp of terror as a figure stumbled through your window after the wooden shutters opened with a loud slam, the figure immediately getting caught in your curtains. "Curse these rags!"

"Tonda?" You asked in shock, recognizing his face as soon as he looked at you. You noticed how handsome he looked in person, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, like honey. But you quickly got over your lust stricken gaze. "What are you doing here?" You whispered harshly.

"I came to ask you, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

You scoffed, crossing your arms defensively. "You came all the way down from the mill to scold me?"

"Yes, because clearly, my warnings weren't enough for you to take this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously!"

"Really? Because this talk of fighting the Meister isn't really showing me that you are."

"Just because I'm not allowing you to scare me away from my village, doesn't mean that I'm not taking this seriously, Tonda."

"You should be scared."

"I am." You spoke sternly. "I'm terrified. But I've made my choice, I'm not going to leave my home defenseless. You said it yourself, he's willing to do whatever it takes to get me, and if he sees that I'm not here? He'll know you warned me, and who knows what he'd do to my family? I can't let anyone get hurt because of me, including you." You blushed.

"You shouldn't. You need to look out for yourself. Besides, there wouldn't be anything you could do for me, I'm a lost cause anyway."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Tonda sighed, his eyes downcast, avoiding your gaze as he explained. "Ever year, the Meister kills one of the mill boys so he can stay young and powerful. I'm afraid it's going to be me this time."

"Then, why don't you leave?"

Tonda chuckled bitterly. "I'm bound to him. He's my master. He'd kill me before I could even make it past the forest."

"Then all the more reason why I should take him out, Tonda. He wants my powers, he's threatened by me, that's got to count for something, right? If I can just catch him by surprise-"

"No, Y/n!" Tonda grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. "You can't, not to someone like him. It is folly, it would be almost impossible."

"I can work with almost."

"God, you thick-skulled mule! Are you always this stubborn?" He whisper yelled angrily.

You shrugged. "I get it from my mother."

Tonda sighed, taking a seat on your floor in exhaustion. "There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

You smiled softly, slowly kneeling in front of him. "No. So, you may as well help me."

Tonda was scared, more than he let on. He had tried to run away from the mill once before, but he didn't make it very far. The hallucinations and threatening words he heard in his head as he tried to run away, it was enough to discourage him from trying anything like that ever again; he had given up, succumbing to the fact that no one would ever be able to escape. But you were different, you had powerful magic that wasn't even taught to you, you were born with it. If the Meister actually took your powers, who knows what he'd do with it? You nor Tonda could take that chance. And, it was hard to say no to you when you had such a determined look in your eyes.

You couldn't even count how many hours you spent practicing more offensive magic, rather than the defensive ones you usually would cast if you or anyone you cared about found themselves in danger. You weren't one for violence, it always made you feel sick to your stomach if you ever witnessed it, even thought about it for that matter. But you were fiercely protective of your family more, you could overlook the violence if just this once. Tonda right by your side through most of it helped too.

Somehow, he found the time to sneak away from the mill whenever he had the chance, the Meister continuously getting weaker as the days past definitely helped. You couldn't help but burst out laughing when he showed up to your little training session in the woods with nothing but a thin wooden stick. "What's that going to do?" You guffawed, the amusement on your face making Tonda scowl. But he quickly wiped that look off your face when his staff lit up gold and swung it in your direction, a sudden strong force of energy hitting you in the stomach, making you fly up into the air and hitting a tree.

"What do you think of my little wooden stick now?" You would've been pissed if you weren't so impressed.

Leading up to the days of Silvester, you felt more powerful than you had ever felt in your life. If it were not for the impending doom, you never would've pushed yourself so far. Now, you felt like you could take on anything...except your feelings for Tonda. It was subtle at first, just lingering glazes once in a while. The way his skin shined in the sunlight, almost reflective from the sweat of a hard day's work. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His little smirk when you tried to make him laugh. It was difficult to focus on trying to teach him some of your own magic, but knowing that it might help him, you wanted to try anyway. And it didn't take that much to make each other flustered, you could sense it in him too. But to be fair, you realized he hadn't interacted with a woman in quite a long time, so maybe it was just him trying to be comfortable in your presence. But the way his eyes seemed to light up whenever he saw you, something told you that your instincts were right. But you spoke nothing of it, the two of you needed to be ready and you couldn't afford any distractions.

When the day finally came, you were filled with nerves and doubts, but you knew there was no room for doubts. You trusted yourself, and you believed in your own abilities to keep yourself safe. Plus, with Tonda, you felt like you could do the impossible.

You make an excuse to your parents on why you would be out, and probably gone for the night. Being an obedient daughter who never gave them reason to doubt you, they gave you a hug and a kiss and allowed you to be on your way. It almost felt too easy. You couldn't show any sign of fear and you couldn't even say goodbye just in case something did happen, but that would cause them to worry, and you just couldn't risk it. So, you left your village, and made your way towards the mill.

Tonda had told you the paths to stay on to stay out of sight and he'd come and get you when the time was right. But you didn't expect to see him walking away from the mill with a shovel, into the snowy hills. You decided to follow him, curious if he had something else planned. But you certainly weren't expecting to see him dig his own grave, next to countless others. "Tonda!" You called out, spooking him and watching him turn to face you with a slight jump.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you sticking to the plan?"

"From what I see, you don't even believe in the plan." You nodded to the freshly dug grave. "That's for you, isn't it?"

Tonda sighed, fiddling with the handle of his shovel and avoiding your eyes. "This is...just in case our plan fails..."

You stomped towards him, almost slipping on the icy snow. "It won't." You told him, snatching the shovel out of his hands, shocking him. "I won't let you die, not on my watch."

Tonda wore a bitter smile. "It won't be up to you. If I die, then I die." He stumbled back slightly when a sharp sting passed across his face, looking back to you with wide confused eyes once he recovered from your slap. "What the-?"

"You told me to take this seriously, but you're not doing the same. I swear on my life, that I won't let you die. You can't. You..." You stopped yourself once you heard the crack in your voice, your eyes stinging as salty tears welled up in them. Turning around to face away from Tonda's piercing gaze, you wiped at your tears angrily, so embarrassed that you allowed yourself to get this attached to one person.

"You care about me that much, huh?" He asked softly, causing you to scoff.

"Isn't it obvious?" You froze when you felt his cold hand gentle grip onto your shoulder, slowly turning you around, a quiet gasp escaping your lips as he was face to face with you. The cold air caused your breaths to be visible, mixing with each other in such close proximity. It was so intimate, the way he was holding you to him, his eyes boring into yours, and the feeling of the tip of his nose rubbing against yours as he leaned in slowly.

Tonda closed his eyes, breathing you in and resting his forehead against yours. Your skin was so soft, like silk against sandpaper as his skin roughed up after years of working at that dreaded mill. You were untainted, so innocent, he felt so guilty bringing you into his life, knowing that it would end terribly for him if the plan didn't work. You were something so precious to him, and he wasn't afraid to admit it to himself anymore. "If this works, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He spoke softly, barely hearing him over the slight breeze. "I've never felt this way about anyone, and I don't want to let this go. So, will you? Will you stay with me?"

You smiled, closing your eyes along with him. "Yes, Tonda. I will." You laughed breathlessly, closing the gap between the two of you and connecting your lips with his. You let out a small moan as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you as close to him as possible, your bodies pushed up against each other as he deepened the kiss, delicately moving his tongue with yours, the feeling otherworldly as nothing else around you mattered in that exact moment.

It was hard enough to pull away from him, so imagine how hard it was to separate from him completely in order to finally enact the plan. You kept telling yourself it was going to work, it had to. Otherwise, you’d lose Tonda forever, and you just couldn’t have that.

Upon reaching the mill, you could feel the dark energy radiating from the building, it felt like a thick wool blanket completely covering you on a hot summer’s day. The heavy weight in your chest was hard to ignore, but you had to. You took a deep breath and went to knock on the door, only for it to open by itself before you could even rap on it once. “Y/n…” A deep, gruff voice rang out in your head. “I’ve been expecting you for quite some time now. Please, come in.”

With a shuddering breath, you crossed the threshold into the wooden rickety building, heading every slab of the flooring creak and groan as you walked across the room, finding the Meister already smirking at you evilly. “I’ve heard much about you, little one. So nice to finally see the beauty Tonda talked about so often.” You furrowed your brows at that, giving off an expression of confusion. “Yes, Tonda has talked to me about you. How disciplined you are, how you practice your magic so you get stronger every day.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Tonda entering the room, a guilty expression on his face. “See, where you went wrong was trusting someone who’s only loyalty is to me. I am Tonda’s master, and he tells me everything. Don’t you, dear boy?”

“Tonda?” You asked shakily, tears building up in your eyes. But he didn’t answer you, keeping his gaze to the floor in shame. You made a move to cast a spell on the old man, but you were quickly pinned to the wall by an invisible force, the pressure making your back scratch against the splintering wood.

“Yes, Tonda has told me about your little plan. And it was clever, I’ll give you that. But it never would’ve worked. You are no match for someone like me, not with the devil by my side.” You felt the magic tighten around your torso like ropes, the only thing keeping you suspended in the air against the wall, making it hard to breathe; but you had to hang on, at least for a little bit longer. “You didn’t really expect to beat me, did you? Especially a simple woman like you.” He sneered, his evil eyes watching you like a hawk, basking in your misery as you struggled against his painful magic.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tonda shift around slightly behind the Meister, holding something in his hands that you couldn’t make out, but the look he gave you made you understood well enough that it was time. “You’re just a sad old man, so cowardly that you hide behind black magic and prey on the innocent.” You choked out, your shortness of breath making speaking difficult. “People like you never win.”

With a sharp cry, the Meister released his magical hold on you and fell to his knees, and you were finally able to take a full breath. You soon saw what Tonda had in his hands, a wooden spear, lodged right into the old man’s back. His widened eyes met yours, glossed over in fear. Despite your confidence, he still had no idea if the plan would actually work, but he managed to fool his own master.

“Tell him about my plan.”

“What?” Tonda yelled, quickly shaking his head.

“It’s the only way this could even possibly work. You have to give him no reason to doubt you. What better way than to pretend to betray me?” You explained. “Tell him you know that you’re the one to be sacrificed, but ask him to spare you and you’ll bring me to him instead.” Tonda sighed, still shaking his head. “Tonda, please, trust me.”

Tonda nodded hesitantly, his lips tightened into a straight line. “I trust you.”

Your skin started to glow vibrantly as you started reciting the practiced spell, wind whipping around the room as golden chains started to rise up from the creaking floorboards like vines, wrapping around the kneeled man’s body and rendering him immobile and restrained. “You bitch!” The Meister shouted, blood slowly seeping from the corners of his mouth. “You betrayed me, Tonda?” He looked to the boy with wide eyes, so livid you could practically see the whites of his eyes turn red.

“You’ve tormented everyone long enough. No more.” Tonda spat, walking over to stand by your side as you started to complete the last half of the spell.

Your voice went raw from the conviction in your voice, speaking loudly over the wind and your body aching from the power that flowed through you. You could see the man’s body slowly breaking down, the life draining from his skin that made him look gray and tattered. Fear filled his eyes as he started to realize how helpless he was, for once in his life, he was not in control; you were, and you were not going to let up, no matter how much pain you were in. He was screaming, and you didn’t realize you were too until his eventually stopped, a dreadful silence permeating the air around you, a thickness that made it hard to breathe. The Meister was nothing but a pile of dust and torn clothes on the floor, the stench of burnt flesh making you feel nauseous. But you and Tonda still stood there silently, looking down at the once powerful warlock reduced to ashes. “It’s over…” You whispered shakily, your body on the verge of collapse.

Tonda exhaled, for what felt like the first time since the spell started, his hands at his sides shaking violently. “I can’t believe it…this feels like a dream.” He looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowing and a gasp escaping his lips as your legs buckled and your exhaustion taking over; but Tonda caught you before your knees could hit the floor. His voice felt distant as he called out your name, his calloused hands caressing your face as you tried to calm yourself. “It’s okay, just breathe. You did it…you did it.” He soothed reassuringly, holding you closely in his arms, a dumbfounded smile decorating his face.

“It feels like I can’t take a full breath in here, Tonda.” You gasped, tears pricking your eyes, holding onto him like he was a lifeline. You didn’t have to say anything else for Tonda to pick you up and hurryingly bringing you outside of the building. The air was freezing, freshly fallen snow on the ground, but you instantly felt much better after escaping the toxic environment.

“Better?” He asked softly, helping you up onto your feet, keeping a firm grip around your waist with one arm while the other still held onto your face, gently lifting your jaw up to look at him.

“Yes.” You smiled. “Much, much better.” Tonda let out a breathless chuckle when you hugged him, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. “You’re free now, you and the rest of the mill boys.”

“All thanks to you. You saved my life…”

You pulled away, only to place a gentle kiss on his lips, his beautiful light brown eyes boring into yours with such care and admiration, it almost made your knees buckle again. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Tonda. The plan wouldn’t have worked without you.”

A smirk worked its way onto Tonda’s lips, his gaze soon becoming mischievous. “So, you said you’d stay with me after this was over. Well, it’s over now. Did you mean it or were you planning on dying in there?”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your lips. “I meant every word I said. I want to be with you.”

“But what do we do now? I don’t have a purpose anymore. For so long, I’ve only served the Meister. All I know how to do is run a mill…and turn into a bird.” He chuckled weakly, not doing a very good job of hiding his insecurity in his expression.

You pondered for a moment, before getting an idea. “My village knows who you are, who the mill boys are…they’d never accept you. So, we can go somewhere new. Start over fresh, on a blank slate. Only if you’re okay with that.”

Tonda smiled, a squeal escaping your lips as he picked you up and twirled you around, attacking you with a passionate kiss that knocked the breath out of your lungs in the most delicious way. “Yes, mein Liebling. I will go wherever you go. Anywhere we go, if it’s with you, it’ll be perfect.”

And so, as you and Tonda walked out away from the Satanic Mill hand in hand, for the first time in since you were a child, you felt like you could actually be yourself. You didn’t have to be afraid anymore, not with Tonda. He accepted you for what you truly were, and encouraged you to embrace your powers. You didn’t know if what the two of you had would last forever, but however your stories may end, the love you had for each other would be worth it.

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just a self indulgent hobbit boy fic for my birthday lmao. I lob him so much😭

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