#skye asks

Gatekeeping?

Odd choice for wanting more and more people to have access to various different versions of the film.

Im guessing you didnt watch it and based it on the title and assumed I dislike the Sequel trilogy despite the fact I've always been quite a fan of them - outside of RoS.

I saw you also went into @ayeforscotland inbox and decided to bother him about it. Id advice you instead watch the video and pay particular attention to the line "Are these any less Star Wars?" Which was the main thesis statement of the video.

Nope, the scary house -prompt is all yours 😁🥰 Will free to ask ALL the Magna you want (and I’ll pay you back with ALL the Fuego asks 😉) 

I tried to make this with a slightly comical twist, but as comedy isn’t my fortè, I’m not quite sure of the results 😅 Hopefully you’ll enjoy 🤗

You were assigned on a mission with your beloved Magna. There had been a small gang of misfits giving trouble to a small rural village, nothing too serious, but Magna had felt a strong urge to be assigned to this mission given the town he came from. Yami hadn’t seen any reason to oppose it, as long as you were with him and would keep him in check, since Luck had a habit of riling him up and vice versa.  Not that you minded, because this was a perfect opportunity to spend some alone time with him, while doing your job of course. It had been suspected that the meddlesome gang was staying in an abandoned house outside of the village, so that was the first place you headed to.

You landed next to the structure that must have been the building mentioned in the reports. It was old, grey, and wind made it creek ominously. The sun was already about to set, but as it wasn’t quite dark yet, you could still check it out at least for any signs of residency. Judging from outside, the house seemed empty as there was no signs of camp fires or smoke rising from the chimney, no footsteps on the soft ground before the front door, or light coming from the windows. Though the windows were coated with a thick layer of dust and dirt, making them see grey and allowing shadows to play on the surface on the glass.

“Come on Magna,” you chirped as you started walking towards the door determinedly. “D-don’t you think it’d be b-better to come back tomorrow? When it’s light,” he stammered, looking at the house. “There’s still plenty of light for some time. If we just do a quick sweep to see if there’s any signs of people actually staying there before taking any big actions.” You turned around to look at him, seeing that he was farther than you expected, but taking hesitant steps towards you and nodding to your statement as he did so. “Are you okay?” You asked slightly concerned, but your worry only fuelled him, turning his attitude around.

“Of course! I, am, a real man!” he exclaimed and marched onto the door, almost pulling it off its hinges as he opened it. But his enthusiasm died down as he looked down the dusty corridor, decorated with cobwebs. There was no signs of disturbance on the floor, but it was always possible that there was a backdoor or alike, so it would still be worth to inspect the perimeter.

Magna stood still in the doorway, but as you popped your head over his shoulder, he started marching forward. His steps were loud and heavy, making the dust fill the air around him, and letting any possible squatters know that you were there. You could only sigh and tilt your head at his behaviour, your brows furrowing as you thought very quietly somewhere in the back of your head about how on earth you fell in love with this fool of a boyfriend.

“Listen all you ghosts! You better make yourselves known before I come there and kick all of your asses!” he yelled in the empty corridor. “Don’t you mean squatters?” You inquired, walking after him, the slight frown still prominent on your face. “Yes! That’s what I said.” He turned his head to you, his entire body trembling before you. Your eyes travelled up and down his shaking form. “You know, if you want I can take the lea-“ “No!” he cut you off, “I am a man, a real man, and I am not letting my baby walk straight into the face of danger.” You only lifted an eyebrow at him, looking him straight into the eye. “Magna… they’re probably just some kids messing about,” you said calmly as you had read the reports and knew that the type of behaviour, even if troublesome, was most often caused by a bunch of teenagers who had nothing better to do than mess around.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I can sense something evil in this house,” he said while wiggling his fingers. You almost choked while trying to contain your laughter. “So.. *muffled snicker* you want me to stay here?” you asked, trying to sound serious. He turned back around, “yes, you stay here and I’ll inspect the house.” His statement was firm, conflicting with his shaking knees. “But what if a malicious ghost comes around and snatches me?” you asked batting your eyelashes, your tone sweet and innocent. He blinked, gears visibly turning in his head, and marched to you, taking your hand and pulling you with him. “No need to fear baby. I’ll protect you.” He stated, forgetting about his own fears for a split second, but as soon as he started pulling you deeper into the house, you felt his hand starting to tremble in yours.

Each time there was a creek of the floor under you, or an open window slamming against the side of the house, he squeezed you hand tightly. You figured that it was more for his own security than yours. But whether it was him making sure that you were still there and alright, or if it was him finding comfort from your presence, it warmed your heart all the same. You made your way onto the highest floor of the house, there still being no signs of squatters, his hand still clutching onto yours with white knuckles.

You turned around a corner when he screamed and pushed you behind his back and against a wall, hurling a ball of fire towards something. You thumped against the wall, dust whirling around you, making you cough. As your head started grasping your body again after the brief shock, you saw a pair of burning curtains fluttering in the wind. You pushed him aside and rushed to extinguish the flames, not wanting to set fire to the entire house.