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“Thank you, Tailor, it’s already looking absolutely gorgeous!”

“Anything for my best customer”

“I’m sure all the Smurfs will want to ask me to the Winter Solstice Ball now” She paused, as though waiting for the other to say something. Instead he kept his head down, focused solely on adjusting the hem of her dress.

“…Tailor?”

“Mm?” The clothes maker gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, although he had tucked a couple of pins between his lips, leaving him unable to answer properly.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

A pause.

“Well I er-” He coughed nervously, removing the pins from his lips and placing them into the pincushion that was strapped to his right arm.

He seemed embarrassed by the question, but not in the way Smurfette would expect most of her peers to be. He didn’t seem flustered by her as such, it was clearly something else. Smurfette had noticed it. The way he was always courteous to her in his shop but on a purely professional level. He never clamoured for her attention, never ogled her appearance the way others had done, even though he arguably had some of the most chance to do so, with measuring and fittings. He seemed completely neutral to any and all physical contact she had tried to initiate, the kind that would have other Smurfs swooning at her feet. Perhaps he was simply too shy and embarrassed to admit it? She was curious though, and having got the haberdasher alone for the afternoon, she thought perhaps he might confess in private. After all, she found it easier to talk to him than those who made their intentions blatantly obvious, or those that wanted to talk about themselves for hours instead.

“You’re a … pretty Smurf, yes” Tailor spoke hesitantly after a while, not meeting her eyes. It didn’t sound sincere, but sounded as though he were trying not to be rude.

“Well … don’t you want to ask me to Winter Solstice Ball?”

“Smurfette I’m-”

Neither spoke for a little while, both waiting to see what Tailor would say next. The faint ticking of a wooden clock counted the seconds, and in the distance they could hear the sounds of their friends starting up a game of Smurfball. But no words. Not yet.

Tailor licked his lips.

“Smurfette … I know you haven’t er, existed long” He spoke tentatively, as if picking each individually letter carefully, rolling it around on his tongue before he let himself speak it aloud. He didn’t want to make his friend feel uncomfortable about her origins after all, which were still a sensitive topic, seen as how she’d only been accepted into the village earlier that same year, and was still adjusting to the village life.

“… But?”

“Well … I know you must think of most of us … Smurfs as somewhat, ah, obsessive over you. I can only apologise on their behalf but you were made for a purpose and it’s not going to work because … oh Smurfette I’m no Papa Smurf, I’m not good with long talks.”

Tailor’s hands were shaking now, fiddling with the hem of his friend’s dress in an effort to look anywhere but straight at her.

“Smurfette, you’re a lovely woman but … I’m gay.”

The wooden clock ticked loudly. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Hm. Smurfette had heard this word before, in passing. She’d never thought anything of it. There were many words she didn’t quite understand yet. She’d learn them in time, she’d told herself. She’d only been around for six months, and had been brought into the world as a fully conscious adult. Most six month old creatures couldn’t even feed themselves, let alone understand what this new word meant or why it impacted her intended purpose.

“Tailor?”

“Yes, Smurfette?”

“What does gay mean?”

The fabric worker blinked. Once. Then he burst out laughing. A long, continuous laugh that brought tears to his eyes and had him clutching his side. Smurfette could only watch, alarmed, until he’d managed to calm down.

“S-sorry Smurfette, I got so wrapped up in being nervous that it took me by surprise” he wiped a tear from his cheek and shook his head, returning all at once to a much calmer demeanour. “Well you see, hm – well you know how other Smurfs like you? Well, for me, I care for you very much as a friend, Smurfette, I do – but see, if I were to imagine myself in a relationship well, it’d be with another guy”

“You mean you’d both be boys? But together?”

Tailor nodded.

“And I don’t feel that way about women, not even you, Smurfette. It’s just the way I am. I’m not the only one”

Smurfette thought about it for a while. The silence was no longer uncomfortable, and her friend could tell she was processing this new information. He decided to let her think. She’d been created as a way to lure Smurfs to Gargamel through seduction. All she’d known up to this point is for males to be into her, and presumably her into males. She’d never considered the possibility of the guys being into each other. Perhaps this wasn’t the only option. For example, she figured if guys could like other guys then perhaps there were women out there that would want to date women too? Well, why not? Women were pretty.

“Do … do you think some smurfs like women? I mean, other women, liking women?”

“Well sure, some even like both or anyone. In fact if you ask around the village you’d find a lot of the Smurfs are open to questions, they would be to you anyhow”

“Oh!”

“Or neither – my cousin Spinner, you know the one, spinning wheel broach. He’s never been into anyone, says he never will. He’s happy that way”

Smurfette thought this sounded fair, the possibilities were surely endless now her eyes had been opened! And she felt honoured that Tailor would share this information with her. In fact now that she thought about it, she might start visiting him more often, it would be a relief to get away from the others for a while.

“Hm, well no worries, Tailor! You’re right, there’s a lot of things I still need to learn. But I understand, it’s nothing against me”

“Not at all” the other smiled, picking his needle back up and continuing his threading work.

“Ooh - but now that I know … are you asking ANYONE to the Solstice Ball?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, everyone’s going to be there anyway aren’t they?”

“Ooh but I must know - who’d be your ideal Smurf?”

“Hm … not sure. Someone loyal and hardworking I suppose – you and me, we’re not so different after all, you know. But I’m not going to go around trying to force anything, what will happen will happen – besides I have my work to do. And speaking of-” Tailor stood up, admiring his work and adjusting the pale blue ribbon that adorned the waist “The very essence of winter!”

Smurfette looked at herself in the mirror, twirling around once on her stool to see all angles. Yes yes, this was a fine winter dress alright. Simple enough to suit Tailor’s tastes, fancy enough to suit Smurfette’s. She’d surely have no problem attracting offers for dances next week – even though she now knew it wouldn’t be from everyone. She liked that – living with the Smurfs had taught her that at the heart of their core values was love – which she now knew came in many forms.

That was something truly worth celebrating, she reasoned.

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Been thinking about Smurfette and how she was created as a physical adult and then immediately launched into the purpose of being a seduction tool. Rough times.

Smurfette and Tailor (c) The Smurfs

Description

“Thank you, Tailor, it’s already looking absolutely gorgeous!”

“Anything for my best customer”

“I’m sure all the Smurfs will want to ask me to the Winter Solstice Ball now” She paused, as though waiting for the other to say something. Instead he kept his head down, focused solely on adjusting the hem of her dress.

“…Tailor?”

“Mm?” The clothes maker gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, although he had tucked a couple of pins between his lips, leaving him unable to answer properly.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

A pause.

“Well I er-” He coughed nervously, removing the pins from his lips and placing them into the pincushion that was strapped to his right arm.

He seemed embarrassed by the question, but not in the way Smurfette would expect most of her peers to be. He didn’t seem flustered by her as such, it was clearly something else. Smurfette had noticed it. The way he was always courteous to her in his shop but on a purely professional level. He never clamoured for her attention, never ogled her appearance the way others had done, even though he arguably had some of the most chance to do so, with measuring and fittings. He seemed completely neutral to any and all physical contact she had tried to initiate, the kind that would have other Smurfs swooning at her feet. Perhaps he was simply too shy and embarrassed to admit it? She was curious though, and having got the haberdasher alone for the afternoon, she thought perhaps he might confess in private. After all, she found it easier to talk to him than those who made their intentions blatantly obvious, or those that wanted to talk about themselves for hours instead.

“You’re a … pretty Smurf, yes” Tailor spoke hesitantly after a while, not meeting her eyes. It didn’t sound sincere, but sounded as though he were trying not to be rude.

“Well … don’t you want to ask me to Winter Solstice Ball?”

“Smurfette I’m-”

Neither spoke for a little while, both waiting to see what Tailor would say next. The faint ticking of a wooden clock counted the seconds, and in the distance they could hear the sounds of their friends starting up a game of Smurfball. But no words. Not yet.

Tailor licked his lips.

“Smurfette … I know you haven’t er, existed long” He spoke tentatively, as if picking each individually letter carefully, rolling it around on his tongue before he let himself speak it aloud. He didn’t want to make his friend feel uncomfortable about her origins after all, which were still a sensitive topic, seen as how she’d only been accepted into the village earlier that same year, and was still adjusting to the village life.

“… But?”

“Well … I know you must think of most of us … Smurfs as somewhat, ah, obsessive over you. I can only apologise on their behalf but you were made for a purpose and it’s not going to work because … oh Smurfette I’m no Papa Smurf, I’m not good with long talks.”

Tailor’s hands were shaking now, fiddling with the hem of his friend’s dress in an effort to look anywhere but straight at her.

“Smurfette, you’re a lovely woman but … I’m gay.”

The wooden clock ticked loudly. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Hm. Smurfette had heard this word before, in passing. She’d never thought anything of it. There were many words she didn’t quite understand yet. She’d learn them in time, she’d told herself. She’d only been around for six months, and had been brought into the world as a fully conscious adult. Most six month old creatures couldn’t even feed themselves, let alone understand what this new word meant or why it impacted her intended purpose.

“Tailor?”

“Yes, Smurfette?”

“What does gay mean?”

The fabric worker blinked. Once. Then he burst out laughing. A long, continuous laugh that brought tears to his eyes and had him clutching his side. Smurfette could only watch, alarmed, until he’d managed to calm down.

“S-sorry Smurfette, I got so wrapped up in being nervous that it took me by surprise” he wiped a tear from his cheek and shook his head, returning all at once to a much calmer demeanour. “Well you see, hm – well you know how other Smurfs like you? Well, for me, I care for you very much as a friend, Smurfette, I do – but see, if I were to imagine myself in a relationship well, it’d be with another guy”

“You mean you’d both be boys? But together?”

Tailor nodded.

“And I don’t feel that way about women, not even you, Smurfette. It’s just the way I am. I’m not the only one”

Smurfette thought about it for a while. The silence was no longer uncomfortable, and her friend could tell she was processing this new information. He decided to let her think. She’d been created as a way to lure Smurfs to Gargamel through seduction. All she’d known up to this point is for males to be into her, and presumably her into males. She’d never considered the possibility of the guys being into each other. Perhaps this wasn’t the only option. For example, she figured if guys could like other guys then perhaps there were women out there that would want to date women too? Well, why not? Women were pretty.

“Do … do you think some smurfs like women? I mean, other women, liking women?”

“Well sure, some even like both or anyone. In fact if you ask around the village you’d find a lot of the Smurfs are open to questions, they would be to you anyhow”

“Oh!”

“Or neither – my cousin Spinner, you know the one, spinning wheel broach. He’s never been into anyone, says he never will. He’s happy that way”

Smurfette thought this sounded fair, the possibilities were surely endless now her eyes had been opened! And she felt honoured that Tailor would share this information with her. In fact now that she thought about it, she might start visiting him more often, it would be a relief to get away from the others for a while.

“Hm, well no worries, Tailor! You’re right, there’s a lot of things I still need to learn. But I understand, it’s nothing against me”

“Not at all” the other smiled, picking his needle back up and continuing his threading work.

“Ooh - but now that I know … are you asking ANYONE to the Solstice Ball?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, everyone’s going to be there anyway aren’t they?”

“Ooh but I must know - who’d be your ideal Smurf?”

“Hm … not sure. Someone loyal and hardworking I suppose – you and me, we’re not so different after all, you know. But I’m not going to go around trying to force anything, what will happen will happen – besides I have my work to do. And speaking of-” Tailor stood up, admiring his work and adjusting the pale blue ribbon that adorned the waist “The very essence of winter!”

Smurfette looked at herself in the mirror, twirling around once on her stool to see all angles. Yes yes, this was a fine winter dress alright. Simple enough to suit Tailor’s tastes, fancy enough to suit Smurfette’s. She’d surely have no problem attracting offers for dances next week – even though she now knew it wouldn’t be from everyone. She liked that – living with the Smurfs had taught her that at the heart of their core values was love – which she now knew came in many forms.

That was something truly worth celebrating, she reasoned.

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Been thinking about Smurfette and how she was created as a physical adult and then immediately launched into the purpose of being a seduction tool. Rough times.

Smurfette and Tailor (c) The Smurfs