…to burn them to a crisp

some s3 will sketches :)

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Im.. Soft 🥺🥺🥺

Fiona is married so it's time to reunite with her parents. But instead of marrying a prince, she's married to an ogre. Not just that, but she's also an ogre. (Yes everyone knew she would sometimes be an ogre but that was when she was a child, she didn't know she would be an ogre for the rest of her life, and besides once she met the right prince she would stop being an ogre. She was supposed to stop being an ogre.)

But okay they're both ogres. We can still ask about when they'll have children because even if they're ogres they can still have kids, right? That's what married princes and princesses do so naturally that's what everyone does. Even if ogres might not be great parents (I've heard that ogres eat their young, is that something you people do?) it's still something that should be discussed.

And okay you can stay in Fiona's childhood bedroom filled with all the reminders that hey, everyone thought she was just a princess and princesses marry princes. Her toys left out from the last time she played with them. The prince slays the ogre. The princess offers a token of gratitude for slaying the ogre. Fiona wrote Mrs. Fiona Charming a million times in her diary because what else was she supposed to grow up to be?

And Harold you have to fix this, your country can't be ruled by ogres. You were unfit to rule when you were a frog but I changed you, I made you better, I made you a prince. You know how this works. Think of your daughter's safety.

Mike lets out a short laugh and flops back down dramatically. Then one of his arms falls sideways, landing squarely across Will’s sketchbook.

Will pauses, pen hovering. He looks over at Mike, eyebrow raised.

Mike doesn’t move it. Just stares up at the sky, squinting against the sun. “Go ahead,” he says casually. “Draw some tattoos on me. Let’s see what it looks like.”

He tugs his hoodie sleeve up, exposing the pale, smooth skin of his forearm.

“You want me to draw on you?” Will says, trying to pull himself back to the moment.

“Yes.”

Will laughs. “What do I even draw?”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Surprise me, Byers.”

Chapter 12 — Time cast a spell on you (read here)