She-Ra: Hold Tight to Me
I've been reading the Skypeia arc in One Piece and I've spent the entire time since Enel/Eneru's power was revealed going "Rubber is a non-conductive material. Rubber is a non-conductive material. Stop hacking at the living lightning guy with metal swords and get Luffy the hell out of the damn snake. But hey. One Piece. What can you expect? Anyway, this is the She-Ra fic I mentioned in my last post. Main fic index. Claims table. Y'all know the drill.
Title: Hold Tight to Me
Series: fanfic100 claim: She-Ra, general series
Prompt: #38, Touch
Word Count: 252
Rating: G-ish
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Summary: We all have our ways of coping, even She-Ra, and no one knows that better than the members of the Rebellion.
Notes: I can't think of anything at the moment, other than the fact that I really like doing She-Ra through someone else's eyes, and I may come back to that in the future.
She-Ra is surprisingly gentle for someone of her incredible strength. After the battle, after the retreat-and it’s always a retreat, no matter who’s doing the running away-after the smoke clears, she gently lifts the worst of the wounded onto her flying steed’s back so that they might receive aid sooner. She coaxes frightened children out of bolt-holes and hiding places, and restores the faltering spirits of her fellow warriors with the same soft touch and kind voice. She’s almost…motherly as she makes absolutely sure that everyone comes back home safely. And then, job done and without saying another word, she disappears completely.
It’s a secret topic of intense discussion among the other members of the Rebellion; intense because it’s so unexpected and secret because despite her open personality, She-Ra is a very private person. It would be the height of dishonor to speak of her loss, even though she wears it as she does her sword or her brilliant red cape. She-Ra is their comrade, and they would not betray her trust any more than she would betray theirs.
And that’s usually where the discussion ends. It’s the least they can do, after all, in return for the hope and help she gives so freely. But every now and again, usually after a particularly fierce battle, when She-Ra seems especially reluctant to leave, many of those touched by her gentle hands find themselves wondering the same things.
What did She-Ra lose, and who could have possibly taken it from her?
Title: Hold Tight to Me
Series: fanfic100 claim: She-Ra, general series
Prompt: #38, Touch
Word Count: 252
Rating: G-ish
Disclaimer Post
Summary: We all have our ways of coping, even She-Ra, and no one knows that better than the members of the Rebellion.
Notes: I can't think of anything at the moment, other than the fact that I really like doing She-Ra through someone else's eyes, and I may come back to that in the future.
She-Ra is surprisingly gentle for someone of her incredible strength. After the battle, after the retreat-and it’s always a retreat, no matter who’s doing the running away-after the smoke clears, she gently lifts the worst of the wounded onto her flying steed’s back so that they might receive aid sooner. She coaxes frightened children out of bolt-holes and hiding places, and restores the faltering spirits of her fellow warriors with the same soft touch and kind voice. She’s almost…motherly as she makes absolutely sure that everyone comes back home safely. And then, job done and without saying another word, she disappears completely.
It’s a secret topic of intense discussion among the other members of the Rebellion; intense because it’s so unexpected and secret because despite her open personality, She-Ra is a very private person. It would be the height of dishonor to speak of her loss, even though she wears it as she does her sword or her brilliant red cape. She-Ra is their comrade, and they would not betray her trust any more than she would betray theirs.
And that’s usually where the discussion ends. It’s the least they can do, after all, in return for the hope and help she gives so freely. But every now and again, usually after a particularly fierce battle, when She-Ra seems especially reluctant to leave, many of those touched by her gentle hands find themselves wondering the same things.
What did She-Ra lose, and who could have possibly taken it from her?