[Marvel x You] Otome Proposition

Come and be a traditional cute little witch.

1.

A long time ago, in short, the past.

There is a sand-pink castle, the roof is painted with patterns, and there are clean line patterns floating around. From a distance, it is hard to tell whether it is a dome full of half-arcs or a mischievous towering spire.

Goodness certainly goes with beauty.Castles are just girly embellishments.

Here, lived 21 maidens and a witch.These five hundred and one girls have different faces, but they are all full of youthful sweetness; each has a fantasy, and they all entrust their dreams to endless yearning.They lived together like a babbling brook that was born to drink and merge.

But you are special.You are not one of these 520 girls, nor are you just one of these girls.

There is always a black purple witch hat with a pointed tail and a soft collapse, a long skirt and robe that envelops you so much that it often makes you stumble, and a palm-sized wizard staff with magical colors.

Yes, you are, out of these five hundred and twenty-one girls, a little witch.

It is slightly different from ordinary fairy tales, but you are not bad.You won't conjure up a big box of poisoned apples out of envy of a girl's beauty from time to time; nor will you be stingy and stingy to make up a curse that requires bloodshed and thorns because you haven't been invited.

You, in this castle, your only duty is to cover the girls with quilts.Cover the red and warm sleeping girls with quilts to ensure that when they wake up, they open their bright eyes, still red and warm, and start their unique day full of energy.

Such work is not without fun.Especially as the target, it is full of fantasy and romance, 21 different girls.When you help them wrap them in a warm quilt and fall asleep sweetly, a light pink dream will condense from the left chest until it is filled with a round drop of water, and it will escape and float on you. in front of you.

Light as a bubble ball pops when poked.You ride on the witch's long broomstick, fly up and look around it, full of novel observation.

Ah, it turns out that the dream is a story, a fragment.The red iron man in iron skin took off his helmet and landed steadily on the avenue made of frosted sugar, giving a natural wink to the starry eyes and smile of the girl in his dream.All of a sudden, this bead-like dream was stirred up.

It's a love story, it's a fantasy dream.You clicked it with a relaxed smile, it was soft, like being kneaded by others.You check the quilt carefully again, letting the frizzy broom tail avoid the floating dream orb as you leave.

Not all dream balls are pale pink, either.You covered the girls all the way, and slowly found out.Some are the color of withered green peas, containing budding longing and timidity of inferiority; With secret joys and quiet delights.

Of course you know that these girls are different, but they are all hopeful and cute in the same way.Those colors are different, and the protagonist in the dream is also changing from time to time.

From this, you also get to know the god in Nordic, the reckless and foolish blond-haired and blue-eyed Thor, who always holds a hammer in his dreams, foolishly uses thunder instead of fireworks to make girls happy, and proudly triumphant , but made them tremble with fear.

As for the black-haired second prince who likes to stab a snake behind his back, he really deserves to be called the god of lies.Girls always think that the god of lies has a silver tongue, so shameful and sweet words, you can try to say them in your dreams.

As a witch, you secretly think that girls prefer the cunning and dangerous, like the taste of the first bite of an apple; they like the impulsive and gentle, like being embraced by the vast and gentle sea water.

Although sometimes you grab the wizard hat and find it puzzling.While watching some teenage girl's dream while dating an 80s old man.The girls’ smiles were as sweet as butter puff pastry, and they were holding hands with a captain-like character, wearing fashionable gray jackets, and walking on the brand-new street together.

However, no matter who it is, you can understand the girl's true love and sincerity, and you never feel that it is embarrassing to say.

Such a girl's dream, when the sun is gradually brightening in the daytime, after the sound of birds knocking on the window, it slowly dissolves, loses the color given by the girl, and then leaves, probably becoming a part of the Little Mermaid's body.

The five hundred and twenty-one young girls in the castle opened their bright red and warm eyes and started a day full of hope and vitality.Ah, I really had a good dream.They sighed with a smile.

It's such a sweet dream.

You snickered, riding a broom and saying hello to the early risers.

"So, what kind of dream did Miss Witch have?"

Ah, the witch doesn't sleep at night, she flies around full of energy, to observe who hasn't covered the quilt, and then punish her - help her cover the quilt, and then look at her dreams.If you think so, there is no way to answer.Because you don't dream at all.

When the smoky night hangs down again, it will be your happy working time again.This time, you specially brought your own wizard staff, and carefully put on the magic.

Take a look around first, and you will quickly take a snapshot of all the quilts of the girl.Then, among the five hundred and twenty-one girls, you carefully searched and searched without making a sound.

Finally, you find the girl on a high bunk.

She fell asleep on her side quietly and steadily, her round face was ruddy and cute in the small lamp you lit.This little girl, a boy in a tight-fitting spider suit has appeared many times in dreams.But the strange thing is that in these dreams, you can't find her figure at all, and only the milk bug is talking in the whole world.

So, my dear girl, where are you hiding?

Wearing a long skirt and burqa and a wizard hat, you floated gently around her dream ball, picked up the wizard staff, and recited a beautiful spell, just like the mystery of happiness.

So in the girl's amber-colored condensed stone dream, two pieces of bread, two pieces of ham, and two eggs landed out of nowhere, and they spontaneously combined to become two delicious sandwiches.Sandwiches in the NYC area.

You are satisfied to see, pick up a sandwich and take a bite, exclaiming the super delicious Spider-Man with a milky voice; and the girl who quietly peeked out from the corner of the alley, attracted by the aroma of the sandwich, slowly moved over hesitantly.

sweetdream. You secretly said to five hundred and twenty girls in your heart.Then fly downstairs, ready to play hide-and-seek with the curtain that hides the night.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, you feel a sizzling warmth that captures you with drowsiness.Before you can think about why the witch is sleepy, you staggered on the broom and fell in front of the fireplace with a warm flame.

The light from the fire made your face glow red and your body warm.It's like you're stuck in warm water and marshmallows, unable to move and struggling.Then with the marshmallow, you seem to blow a round bubble, which is as round as the water drops on the lotus leaf.

I don't know if it's snowing or ice cream, but it tastes sweet in my mouth.A woman wearing a dark red beret and a sand blue coat came over.

She smiled, full of sparkling charm, against the crimson short hair.

Please, call me Natasha.

2.

A long time ago, in short, the past.

There is a sand-pink castle, the roof is painted with patterns, and there are clean line patterns floating around. From a distance, it is hard to tell whether it is a dome full of half-arcs or a mischievous towering spire.

Goodness certainly goes with beauty.Castles are just girly embellishments.

Now, there are 22 girls living here.

In particular, one of the girls, she is a little witch with magic.

The author has something to say: five hundred and twenty-one girls are you, and the little witch is also you.

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