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175 - Intersex - Soul Searching - Nancy Hartigan
Hi :) New kid here, trying to better her writing skills and tame her muse. Y'see, this is an interesting topic for this week as the character that I was writing for may just be intersex. So, this might be fun.
Title: Soul Searching
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nancy_hartigan
Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters: Crona, Maka Albarn
Prompt: 175 - Intersex
Warnings: Yuri (maybe?)
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING!
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Summary: Crona always knew there was something wrong.
When Crona had been a young girl, she always had been a little...confused.
Yes, when she was a child, she wore dresses. To this day, she still wore her long black dress that clung at her hips. At the very least, Crona knew that she was a girl, if only for the lovely, wide hips that she had inherited from Medusa-sama. But as a child, she didn't need to worry about that little fact. She was a girl because her Medusa-sama told her she was. Why would her mother really lie about something like that?
It hadn't been until she was fifteen years old that Crona really started to worry about her sexuality. Her testosterone levels were going through the roof at that point, which Medusa blamed on the experiments that she used Crona for. This she could buy. Testosterone didn't exactly make someone something else entirely.
Then, well...she met Maka.
Maka Albarn was absolutely everything anyone could want in a girlfriend, as Crona discovered. Their first fight proved her passionate, fiesty, everything the name Maka would imply. Their second fight proved her to be kind, compassionate...Crona could still feel her arms around her shoulders if she focused hard enough. It had been the single biggest life-changing moment of her young life, even surpassing the creation and joining of Ragnarok.
Crona, much like everything else, had no idea how to deal with such a girl. Maka stirred feelings in her that Crona wasn't quite sure if she could ever come into accepting. The way she smiled, the way that she welcomed her into Shibusen with open arms, this was more love than Crona herself knew how to actually reciprocate.
Maka was everything wrapped into one cute, miniskirt-wearing, pigtail-sporting package. And it made Crona ache in ways that Medusa-sama had never taught her how to deal with.
She had been ecstatic when Maka finally pulled her out of her shell and on a date. It had been dinner, of course, disguised as two friends, really, Maka wasn't quite sure herself how anyone would handle her being a closet lesbian, especially Soul. Then they went to see movies, lots of them, every weekend, even if they had to see something three times.
At the point where she and Maka kissed...Crona definitely knew that there was something horribly wrong.
She had no problem, later, with pulling Maka into her little room and pinning her to the bed, loving Maka's innocent, half-hearted struggles. Nor did she have a problem with getting her to...
...Crona still blushed horrendously at the very thought of what had happened after that. But she'd do it again, too. She wasn't afraid to admit knowing how to deal with the carnal desires Maka stirred up after that.
What Maka found out, though, had been that...well...she was lacking something very important to mark her as a girl. She had about everything else, Maka told her, but...not that.
Maka didn't leave her, though. That wasn't the kind of person that Maka was. She was perfection in human form, and Crona didn't know how to deal with it. How someone so young, two years her junior, could possibly so worldly, so wise, so accepting...it was beyond her.
It was why Crona had no problem answering Medusa-sama's call, when it was time to leave. As much as she loved Maka, she deserved someone better than this. She deserved to have someone who was either one or the other.
Something in the back of Crona's mind told her that this was exactly as Medusa-sama had planned. Let her go mad from trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her, tear her asunder by what couldn't be known.
That was okay, though. As long as she knew Maka would be waiting when she returned, Crona knew that she could figure out and untangle these puzzles. It couldn't be too hard.
Title: Soul Searching
Author:
nancy_hartigan Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters: Crona, Maka Albarn
Prompt: 175 - Intersex
Warnings: Yuri (maybe?)
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING!
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Summary: Crona always knew there was something wrong.
When Crona had been a young girl, she always had been a little...confused.
Yes, when she was a child, she wore dresses. To this day, she still wore her long black dress that clung at her hips. At the very least, Crona knew that she was a girl, if only for the lovely, wide hips that she had inherited from Medusa-sama. But as a child, she didn't need to worry about that little fact. She was a girl because her Medusa-sama told her she was. Why would her mother really lie about something like that?
It hadn't been until she was fifteen years old that Crona really started to worry about her sexuality. Her testosterone levels were going through the roof at that point, which Medusa blamed on the experiments that she used Crona for. This she could buy. Testosterone didn't exactly make someone something else entirely.
Then, well...she met Maka.
Maka Albarn was absolutely everything anyone could want in a girlfriend, as Crona discovered. Their first fight proved her passionate, fiesty, everything the name Maka would imply. Their second fight proved her to be kind, compassionate...Crona could still feel her arms around her shoulders if she focused hard enough. It had been the single biggest life-changing moment of her young life, even surpassing the creation and joining of Ragnarok.
Crona, much like everything else, had no idea how to deal with such a girl. Maka stirred feelings in her that Crona wasn't quite sure if she could ever come into accepting. The way she smiled, the way that she welcomed her into Shibusen with open arms, this was more love than Crona herself knew how to actually reciprocate.
Maka was everything wrapped into one cute, miniskirt-wearing, pigtail-sporting package. And it made Crona ache in ways that Medusa-sama had never taught her how to deal with.
She had been ecstatic when Maka finally pulled her out of her shell and on a date. It had been dinner, of course, disguised as two friends, really, Maka wasn't quite sure herself how anyone would handle her being a closet lesbian, especially Soul. Then they went to see movies, lots of them, every weekend, even if they had to see something three times.
At the point where she and Maka kissed...Crona definitely knew that there was something horribly wrong.
She had no problem, later, with pulling Maka into her little room and pinning her to the bed, loving Maka's innocent, half-hearted struggles. Nor did she have a problem with getting her to...
...Crona still blushed horrendously at the very thought of what had happened after that. But she'd do it again, too. She wasn't afraid to admit knowing how to deal with the carnal desires Maka stirred up after that.
What Maka found out, though, had been that...well...she was lacking something very important to mark her as a girl. She had about everything else, Maka told her, but...not that.
Maka didn't leave her, though. That wasn't the kind of person that Maka was. She was perfection in human form, and Crona didn't know how to deal with it. How someone so young, two years her junior, could possibly so worldly, so wise, so accepting...it was beyond her.
It was why Crona had no problem answering Medusa-sama's call, when it was time to leave. As much as she loved Maka, she deserved someone better than this. She deserved to have someone who was either one or the other.
Something in the back of Crona's mind told her that this was exactly as Medusa-sama had planned. Let her go mad from trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her, tear her asunder by what couldn't be known.
That was okay, though. As long as she knew Maka would be waiting when she returned, Crona knew that she could figure out and untangle these puzzles. It couldn't be too hard.