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✎ Give up on you.

– pairing: Joshua x Fem!Reader

– genre: One-Shot, Angst, Smut.

– warnings: Physical and verbal conflict, explicit language, sexual innuendos, mental and emotional instability.

– short synopsis: You and Joshua were born, raised, and spent most of your lives in the same place, loving each other with all your hearts. But now that he’s a Piltover officer and you’re the darling of one of Zaun’s most powerful gangs, your relationship might not be so friendly anymore...

– notes: You’re basically Jinx and Joshua is Ekko (and Caitlyn... idk, don't ask me) with a different lore because I’m obsessed with Arcane. Important to note that during the fight, they beat each other's ass, so if you don't like seeing men and women fighting, be aware. Also, I gave reader a nickname because to me it felt more natural than writing ‘y/n’ all the time. Hope you enjoy it!

– word count: 4.6K

Another night,

You were in your room, or rather, a random room, alone in the darkness, staring up at the starry sky through your glass ceiling and relaxing on your suspended bed. It was the only thing that brought you a sliver of peace, allowing your mind to drift away from the memories of a hectic day and the pain throughout your body, covered in bruises, scratches, and scars blended among your tattoos.

It had been one of those afternoons when your boss, and the only father figure in your life, had sent you on a mission, the purpose of which you'd long stopped questioning, knowing you'd never get a proper answer. At this point, you weren't even sure why you were still here, whether it was emotional dependence on the older man, the hope that your work might, by any chance, improve the world, or mere complacency. But one thing was certain: you couldn’t leave, or at least you felt that way. And you'd become quite good at ignoring reality and escaping into your fictional world, your safe zone, where things were still pleasant.

You closed your eyes, and with a long sigh, the dreamy play began…

There you were, in a flower-filled field, running in loose clothes and hearing sweet, melodious laughter behind you. At some point a tree root appeared in your path, causing you to stumble and fall among the flowers, the soft petals easing the impact against the ground, their aroma a perfect blend of rain and, somehow, the color green. Finally, the laughter drew closer, and in front of you, dimming the sunlight, was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

— Time to stop playing around. We need to go back home to bathe the puppies, remember? — the boy said, his gentle voice caressing your ears as he sat beside you.

— You're only saying this because I'm winning! — was all you said, teasing him.

And before he could react, you sprang up with a big smile on your face and started running again, still caught up in the silly game.

A genuine smile crossed your lips at the thought of this scene, and for a moment, your heart no longer felt alone in that dark, messy room.

Until a sound break the magic, a sharp, faint noise, yet distinct enough to make you open your eyes quickly, sitting up in bed to scan the room.

— Silco? — you called your ‘father's’ name, your mind instinctively assuming it might be him, though you remained alert, as if your brain's danger detector had been triggered.

— Bloom. — but it wasn’t an old voice that responded, and your eyes widened immediately after noticing that.

Looking down, you saw someone climbing through one of the windows, the same boy you saw in your imagination: Joshua.

Your head began to throb, an irritating bell ringing incessantly, accompanied by a cacophony of random voices whispering things directly into your ears. You covered them with your hands, squeezing your eyes shut and curling up on the bed like a frightened hedgehog, hoping the hallucination would pass quickly, just like the others.

— Bloom? — His voice called again, muffled but audible enough to make you hunch further into the bed.

— You're not real… You're not real… — you whispered to yourself, rocking back and forth, nails digging into your palms without even noticing. — You're not real! — this time you screamed and the sound echoed through your room.

It was impossible to tell how the man reacted, because you never bothered to pay much attention to the details of your hallucinations. But faintly, you heard him falter, followed by the noise of objects clattering to the floor, likely things he’d bumped into after hearing your voice.

— Where are you? — Joshua asked, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

No response came, only your shrill, irregular laugh.

You blinked a few times, almost as if you were changing masks and becoming a new character, breathing heavily as you slowly shifted positions to peek at him, like a curious child spying on Santa.

— God, this time it really looks real... — you muttered softly, and the voices in your head were quick to reply all at once.

— I am real. — Joshua's voice rose above the chaos of the voices, capturing your attention.

And once again, your laughter echoed through the room, as if it were amplified by megaphones.

— The boy savior? — you questioned, crawling across the metal beams near the ceiling. — What do I owe the honor?

— Where are you? — Joshua’s voice echoed too, but quieter than yours.

From above, you could see him glancing around, searching for any sign of you nearby. The sight made you laugh, almost sadistically, thinking that your mind was dragging you into imagining another absurd and improbable scenario.

— Who? — you asked playfully. — I can help you find her if you want.

— Bloom? Is that you? — he asked softly. — Please, come home with me.

His words reverberated in your mind, intensifying the pain to the point where you clutched the beam tighter, a strange pressure forming in your chest and a weak but irritating stomachache taking hold. The storm of emotions frustrated you more than you thought possible. And, as always, you figured the best way to end these feelings was to destroy their root cause.

— This is my home! — you shouted, fury evident in your voice.

— No, it’s not! — he replied almost immediately. — Because I know this isn’t the kind of place that makes you comfortable enough to call it home.

Each of Joshua’s words struck like precisely aimed knives, gnawing at your heart and further fueling your anger.

— You don’t know anything about me. — Finally, you came down from your makeshift perch, leaping to the floor and landing gracefully, like a professional ballerina or a cat with its typical seven lives' confidence.

Now, you found yourself face-to-face with the one you still refused to believe was real. The dim moonlight streaming through the large window illuminated the way his eyes widened at the sight of you. His body tensed, fists clenched tightly, and the image stirred an odd unease within you.

— Seems like you haven’t lost your taste for dramatic entrances. — Joshua murmured, his tone tinged with sadness as his gaze swept over your appearance and defiant expression.

— And you haven’t lost your taste for trying to rescue angry animals. — a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you took slow, deliberate steps toward him, dragging your large gun on the floor with you. The scraping sound was grating, sparks flying from the metal barrel.

— I just want you to come home, please… I know this isn’t you. — Joshua took a few steps forward, extending a hand.

You felt your blood boil in your veins, your eyes welling up as your body grew even tenser. The voices and blurred images exploited your vulnerability, tormenting your mind further as you tried to focus on his deer-like brown eyes. But seeing his dilated pupils only worsened things, making the shadows behind him come alive.

“He’s so generous,” a male voice whispered in your ear. “Why would someone so good waste time on you?” a female voice added. “You know it’s your fault… No matter how much you apologize, he’ll never truly forgive you. You’re not worth it.” The words layered over each other, and even your eyeballs ached from the vividness of the shadows now. “One, two, three little pigs, walking through the woods for fun…”

— … The big bad wolf appeared and made pew, pew, pew, and the little pigs couldn’t run… — you completed the melody playing in your head, your voice revealing just how far gone you was, eyes unfocused and dull.

As you sang, your expression unreadable, your hands slowly began to lift the firearm, almost acting on their own, pointing directly at him.

Part of you, the sane part, hoped he was smart enough to leave before you pulled the trigger. But he didn’t. Instead, just like when you were younger, Joshua stayed with you even when he didn’t have to. Only this time, unlike in your fantasies, he looked at you with anguish and a hint of fear.

— Bloom… — he called out one last time, as a final attempt to convince you to listen, to convince that scared little girl he knew was still somewhere deep inside you to let herself be helped.

— Bloom? Bloom… — you sang back, mimicking his tone. — More like Boom! — your voice carried an almost comical enthusiasm as you spoke the words.

And indeed, ‘boom’ was the sound it made as you pulled the trigger and fired at the boy standing before you. But with sharp reflexes, Joshua managed to dodge, somehow predicting the trajectory of the colorful bullet and throwing himself to the opposite side just in time to stay safe. Then, puff, he was gone from your sight, swallowed by the darkness of the large room.

— Bloom, stop! You don’t have to do this! — he shouted from somewhere, but you couldn’t pinpoint the direction.

— That’s not my name! — you retorted acidly, hatred dripping from your words as you turned toward the sound of faint footsteps, shooting again. — Where are you, little pig?

This time, it was you in a desperate position, glancing around frantically, with anger etched on your furrowed eyebrows, your body trembling as much as the weapon in your hands.

— Stop being such a fucking coward and show yourself! — your voice echoed through the room as you screamed.

Boom! Another shot into nothingness, and your rage grew, pushing you to a breaking point where you felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

— Where are yo... — your words were cut short as a little sound came from behind you.

You began to turn, already smiling triumphantly at the idea that you’d won again, one hand reloading the firearm with practiced ease. But before you could even move your shoulders fully, Joshua, with the same agility as before, grabbed your arms and twisted them behind your back, forcing the gun to drop to the ground with a loud clatter.

— Let me go! — you screamed, writhing.

— Not until you listen to me. — He held your wrists tighter, yet was careful to not hurt you.

— I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes.

— Wasn’t that what you were trying to do anyway? — For the first time, the man was the one letting out a slight chuckle, only fueling your fury.

You used the mobility of your legs to stomp on one of his feet, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough, so, like an enraged horse, you kicked backward, hitting his knee. He grunted in pain, loosening his grip just enough for you to break free.

Seeing the opportunity, you quickly scanned the ground for where the gun had fallen, but the lack of light didn’t make the task any easier. When you finally spotted it, Joshua had also, kicking it away before grabbing you again, this time by the waist.

Your uncontrolled legs attempted to kick him once more, but now he was prepared, dodging skillfully and pinning you against the wall with a force that made your chest ache.

You were already desperate enough at the display of strength you didn’t know he had, but your heart raced even faster when you heard the sound of handcuffs being pulled from his pocket.

Without much time to think, you acted impulsively, throwing your head back to hit his face. It hurt, of course it hurt, but judging by his groan and the way he became so disoriented that he let go of you immediately, you could tell he was in a worse state than you.

You ran across the room, crouching down to feel the cold floor in search of your gun. When you found it, you quickly grabbed it again, but with every move you made, Joshua was always two steps ahead. By the time you pointed your "friend" at him, he was already close enough to push your hand aside, grab your wrist, and twist your arm.

In response, you spun your body, landing a punch on his cheek with all your strength, then used the grip he had on your wrist as leverage to raise your leg and strike his stomach with your knee. The burning pain wasn’t enough to stop him from fighting back, moving your arm with his and forcing your own elbow to hit your inner thigh, dangerously close to your sensitive spot, causing enough discomfort to make you collapse.

As Joshua knelt down to take your arm in his hands and pull you back up, in a reckless act, you pointed the gun upward and fired without even looking at the direction. Fortunately, the bullet didn’t hit him, instead, it shattered a window. Once again, Joshua anticipated the situation and, in a split second, spun you both away from the shower of sparkling glass, only for his good deed to backfire on him seconds later.

With the advantage of your new position, you pinned him down, grabbed him by the collar and landed another punch on his face.

Joshua flipped you over. He looked angrier than before, his eyes narrowed with focus, his face marked by red scratches and bruises, his hair messy, and his hands firmer as he pressed you down. One hand pinned you by the chest near your neck, while the other clenched into a fist, ready to strike your face.

— Interesting… — you began, your voice raspy and breathless, your half-open eyes gleaming with mischief. — Your face… it looks just like your mother’s when it’s covered in blood. Genetics really is a thing. — you mocked.

Joshua’s fist tightened even further, the veins in his forearm becoming more pronounced as his muscles tensed.

But then, as the pain in his nose subsided and his vision cleared, he froze when his eyes locked onto yours. In the blink of an eye, the sadistic girl who had been trying to kill him seconds ago vanished. In her place was Bloom, his Bloom, the girl who loved flowers and always made sure to create the best dates in the middle of a field filled with happiness and fun little games to play.

His expression softened, and Joshua found himself blinking several times, his pupils dilating and his hands shaking from lack of strength.

— Go on… — you whispered softly, your voice trembling, your eyes brimming with tears, no longer wild but filled with something different. — Finish it already… I deserve it.

The tone was genuine, almost desperate, and for the first time, lucid. In that moment, Joshua realized that your mere existence caused you more torment than anyone else.

But he couldn’t do it, couldn’t let things end this way, couldn’t be cursed to carry your blood on his hands. Slowly, still panting, Joshua lowered his hand, keeping his gaze fixed on yours as his other hand slid from your neck to your cheek, caressing your cheekbones with his thumb.

— Come home with me. — he pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes.

And instead of igniting your fury again, his words and the image before you made your heart ache. It was almost like your fantasy, but filled with much more pain and suffering.

Hesitantly, your hands reached up to his cheeks, and the way he tilted his face slightly toward one of them, his eyes closed, savoring your touch, nearly made your heart burst. You stayed there, completely silent, like a frightened kitten, your lips slightly parted, your chest rising and falling erratically as you tried to process everything, unsure if it was real or just another illusion.

— Please... — he repeated, his voice trembling, his fingers still brushing against the soft skin of your face.

— Joshua… — you began, but the words caught in your throat as one of his tears fell onto your lips, and you tasted the torment within it.

It was as if the tension from the fight had been replaced by something even stronger, something that made your heart race faster and sent a strange heat to your face. For the first time, you became acutely aware of everything around you, the cold breeze from the broken window, the oddly comforting texture of the carpet beneath you, and most of all, the weight of his body pressing against yours.

But you didn’t have enough time to remain immersed in all those sensations, as Joshua unexpectedly began to lean in slowly, making the world around you and the entire past no longer matter, leaving only the two of you there, pure and clear.

You could feel his warm breath mingling with yours, his hand sliding to your shoulder as his gaze alternated between your lips and your eyes, silently seeking permission. In response, you gave a slight nod, almost motionless, relaxing your eyelids as you tried to steady your own breathing.

Despite all the pain, Joshua let a small smile escape, and without a second thought, he closed the distance between your lips in a calm, delicate kiss, tasting of the metallic tang of blood mixed with the saltiness of tears, which only made everything, in some way, even more perfect.

The hand that had been on your shoulder slid gently down your side, almost featherlight, and rested on your waist with a certain firmness, while the other tangled in your hair. Seconds later, you were forced to part your lips slightly to catch your breath, and the action didn’t go unnoticed by Joshua, who took the opportunity to connect his tongue with yours, stimulating depraved sounds from your lips.

He noticed when your body relaxed more beneath his, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip as if he wanted to savor every contour of your skin before moving to your thigh, pulling it so that your leg pressed against his. Then he lowered his hips, and through your clothes, you could feel the hardness of his arousal against your stomach.

You reached down, touching him over the fabric, drawing a soft, breathy moan from his lips. The simple sound sent butterflies tumbling wildly in your stomach, instantly awakening an almost irrational desire to hear and feel more. So, you repeated the delicate movement, this time with more certainty, and in response, he broke the kiss, his half-open hungry eyes meeting yours.

He gripped your thigh tighter and leaned down again, now choosing to plant wet kisses along your neck, letting his warm breath trail against your skin, sending shivers throughout your body. Feeling encouraged, he sucked on the area near your collarbone, and a restrained moan escaped your lips.

— You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this. — he whispered in your ear, his hands raising up your body until they reached your stomach.

You felt his large, warm palm caress the area, tracing gentle patterns with his fingertips, gradually moving higher and higher until finally slipping beneath your shirt, making direct contact with your cold bare skin.

Your back arched in response, and he took the soft sounds you made as a clear green sign to continue. And so he did, sliding his hand further up until he cupped one of your breasts, teasing your nipple over your bra, stimulating a louder moan from you.

— Your voice is so much prettier when you’re not threatening to kill me. — he whispered again, and without waiting for a response, kissed you with more intensity and desire, yet still gentle.

Moments later, he moved his hand from your chest to your back, lifting your torso just enough to make it easy for him to remove your shirt, and in the blink of an eye, the old, loose fabric was gone. You felt the rough texture of the carpet prickling your skin as his nimble fingers undid your bra, and your curious eyes could only watch, almost open-mouthed, stunned by how your body reacted even to his smallest movements, wondering if, unlike you, he had the courage to draw out the same reactions you so desperately wanted to elicit from him.

All your thoughts soon vanished when you saw him lean in to take one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue quickly covering a large area with saliva while he teased your nipple in the same way he had played with your tongue before.

Instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, gripping firmly the silk locks as your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, with whiny, confused moans escaping your lips.

— Joshua… — you managed to whisper, as if it were the only word you had ever learned in your life.

Hearing your voice like that, so soft and vulnerable, completely different from earlier, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hugging you as if afraid you’d escape again if he let go, even though that was the last thing you would do at that moment.

He trailed kisses upward, leaving a few more marks on your neck, similar to the bruises you carried from past fights, but these seemed to have a different aura, or at least that’s how they felt, because they came from an act of love, not anger.

— Come home with me, — Joshua whispered in your ear before gently biting your earlobe, one of his hands sliding down to your thigh, caressing its inner part.

— I can’t, I… — you began to respond, but were silenced when his lips pressed against yours.

Boldly, his hand began to slide upward, stroking your skin with his fingertips until finally reaching the waistband of your pants. Stealthily, he slipped his hand beneath the elastic that held the fabric snug against your lower belly, covering your intimacy with his palm, his thumb drawing circles on your clit while his index finger teased your entrance over your soaked panties.

The sensation of his fingers, even through the fabric, sent another wave of shivers throughout your entire body, your muscles contracting and your hips reflexively bucking closer to his hand seeking more friction.

He smiled at your reaction, and his mind was soon flooded with obscene thoughts, fueled by the sounds you made and your body responses around his fingers. His needy eyes focused on your face, trying to capture every detail of your expressions of pleasure, savoring the sight of your pretty, gleaming eyes staring at him, your furrowed brows, and the way you bit your lower lip.

With one hand, you clutched the rolled-up sleeve of his blue uniform, nails digging into the fabric as your legs writhed, your inner walls clenching around nothing and your moans becoming more strained.

Seeing your mouth twist with a certain level of dissatisfaction, Joshua stopped the movement of his fingers, only to hook them into your panties and pull it aside, wasting no time in sliding two digits into your entrance.

The discontent immediately faded away from your face when you felt that, and it was impossible not to throw your head back, letting out a loud moan and gripping his sleeve even tighter. Lust bubbled inside you, coursing through your veins and taking over your mind, which was devoid of coherent thoughts, this time not from madness, but from the wet sounds and moans that filled the room, taking control of your whole being.

Joshua kept circling your clit with his thumb while his other two fingers moved inside you in gentle yet firm rhythm, making you tremble and crave more, as if your life depended on it.

He closed the gap between your mouths once more, swallowing your moans like a starving man, gripping your waist with such force that you were sure it would leave more marks. At the same time, he quickened the pace of his fingers, almost as if fueled by anger with how intense his actions were.

— You have to come home with me, — he groaned against your lips, adding a third finger and intensifying his caresses with his thumb. — Please.

You could only whimper louder, doing your best not to completely melt under his touch, every small muscle in your body contracting as that intoxicating sensation rose like water filling an empty glass, heading straight for your mind.

— Fuck, I’m gonna come. — you practically screamed, one hand slamming against the floor and your body writhing with intensity.

If he hadn’t known the look of pleasure on your face so well, or the whiny moans escaping your lips, he might have sworn you were trying to fight him again. But no, he knew that in this situation, the best thing to do was to hold you close and drive you further into your ocean of ecstasy.

So he didn’t slow down his movements, and seconds later, the reward came, or better yet, you came, all around his fingers. Your inner walls clenched tightly, releasing even more wetness. You cursed incoherently, pressing yourself against his chest so hard you could almost feel his heartbeat, though it wasn’t as loud as his deep, heavy breathing in your ear. He clung to you just as tightly, refusing to stop thrusting his fingers into your core, leaving your mind blank and tiny golden stars sparkling in your vision from the overstimulation.

And only when he noticed that no more sounds were coming from your lips and your fingers were practically white from how hard you clutched his sleeve, did he slowly stop moving his hand.

He let it rest on you for a few seconds longer to ensure you came down from your high as gradually and comfortably as possible. Then, and only then, did he slide his fingers out, adjust your panties back into place, and give your sensitive spot a gentle, affectionate pat before withdrawing his hand from your pants.

Admiring how his fingers glistened even in the dim light of the room, Joshua wasted no time licking them clean. Once they were spotless again, he shifted slightly on the rug and lay down beside you. In a state of complete bliss and serenity, you didn’t hesitate to rest your head on his chest again, hugging him as if the rough carpet were the most comfortable bed in the world.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, Joshua stroking your hair and drawing invisible patterns on your back with his fingertips, while you clung to him like a koala to a tree, not minding the coldness of his uniform buttons, and instead focusing on the sweet aroma of his perfume that reminded you of the flowers you loved so much.

— Joshua… — you whispered, your eyes closed, tightening your embrace as you spoke his name, taking a deep breath to inhale again the pleasant scent emanating from his clothes. — Are you real?

— Yes. — he replied softly. — And you?

You nodded, relaxing further into the position.

Your true desire was to lift your head, look into his eyes, and ensure that the boy was, in fact, there, so you could engrave it into your memory before the magic ended. But you lacked the courage and didn’t feel worthy of such a privilege, so you stayed still, savoring what he was willing to give you, afraid of when it would all come to an end again.

— It… It wasn’t me who attacked Piltover Park that day, — the whisper in your voice betrayed how vulnerable you felt, making you feel pathetic but somehow stronger than ever. — I mean, I was there, but if I had known your parents were in the same place, I...

— Hey, don't… — he interrupted, closing his own eyes for a second and taking a deep breath. — You don’t need to… talk about this, not now. I know it wasn’t you who did all that.

— Even so, I feel like it's my fault, and I know I have to be better... I just don't know how.

— You know... You can start by letting me be with the only family Silco didn’t take from me. — with his index finger, he tilted your chin to make you look into his eyes. — Let me take you home, Bloom.

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hongswife · 29 days ago

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Bro, I just spent 20 minutes thinking about whether I should keep my OC's name Rosy or change it to Rosie... I need to sleep 😭😭😭👊

#hongswife yapping 𖹭

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hongswife · 1 month ago

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𐙚 SVT Masterlist.

About my works n' requests | Welcome to my library!!

– last fic update: 12 Jan 2025

𔓕 Joshua :

Miss Witch & Sir Monster. (Ongoing)

– genre: Fantasy, Slow Burn, Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Smut.

– short synopsis: After ten years locked in his house, with fear of the outside world, Joshua, a newly turned vampire, crosses paths with an inexperienced witch and discovers that, for some reason, their souls are connected by a weird spell.

Give up on you. (One-Shot)

– genre: Angst, Smut.

#seventeen masterlist #svt masterlist #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #svt fic #svt fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #hongswife masterlist 𖹭

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hongswife · 1 month ago

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𐙚 Sobre minha escrita & Pedidos.

Então, achei importante criar este blog para que você, leitor, possa entender melhor minha escrita e as regras para possíveis pedidos. 🩷

IMPORTANTE: Todos os trabalhos com temas adultos serão devidamente marcados como tal, então, por favor, não interaja se você for menor de idade!!

𔓕 Sobre minha escrita:

– Eu escrevo histórias ‘Idol x OC’ e ‘Idol x Leitora’

– Eu escrevo sobre Seventeen (meus favs) e girl groups!

– Meu ritmo de escrita varia bastante dependendo do meu humor. Então, por favor, tenha paciência comigo! :')

– Eu sempre marco minhas histórias de acordo com o que está mais presente nelas, até o que menos aparece. Por exemplo, se a seção de gênero diz "fluff, smut, angst", a história terá mais fluff, um nível médio de smut e pouco angst.

𔓕 Sobre pedidos:

– Às vezes, mesmo que a ideia de um pedido seja muito boa, se eu sentir que o tema não combina com meu estilo de escrita, vou optar por não escrever para evitar entregar um trabalho mal feito.

– Estou aberta a explorar todos os tipos de temas nas minhas histórias, sejam eles leves ou até mais sombrios. Porém, há certos tópicos com os quais não me sinto confortável para escrever, então aqui estão alguns exemplos de temas que vou evitar:

Abuso sexual (especialmente se for romantizado ou fetichizado)

Incesto (exceto tipo “irmão adotivo”).

Grande diferença de idade.

Pedofilia.

Necrofilia.

Zoofilia.

Fetichização de traumas, identidade e sexualidades.

Fluídos corporais (exceto gozo, lágrimas, e cuspe 🤪).

Se tiver alguma dúvida, meu inbox está sempre aberto!! 🩷

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hongswife · 1 month ago

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✎ Miss Witch & Sir Monster.

This story IS NOT a one-shot. Please check the INFO PAGE before you keep reading.

✎ Chapter 2 : Excuse me, what?

Word count: 3.3K

The next morning, Joshua woke up with the worst headache he’d probably ever felt in his entire life. His body was completely drenched in sweat and tingling, his vision blurry, and his mind utterly confused and terrified.

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the floor where he had collapsed, realizing he could hear every tiny sound his bones made beneath his skin. For a moment, he wondered if, somehow, he had accidentally emptied the entire stock of a bar, because all these symptoms felt like some sort of super intense hangover.

Joshua raised a hand to the spot on his head that throbbed and rubbed it gently, trying to ease the pain as he looked around, attempting to figure out where he was.

— My house. Great. — He whispered, slightly breathless, and sighed in relief, glad that at least he had gone through this fragile state in a safe space.

Still aching in every single muscle, he began heading toward the kitchen, hoping that maybe a glass of cool water could help clear his mind.

“Maybe this is some kind of vampire thing…” he thought, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a few sips of the refreshing liquid. “I must have passed out from not drinking blood for too long or something like that.” he concluded, setting the empty glass back in the sink. His fingers lingered on the cool glass as his now clearer vision instinctively fixed on the view outside his kitchen window.

And suddenly, something caught his attention. There it was, standing in the middle of an abandoned garden, a single black dahlia with a few reddish petals, like fine wine. Joshua's pupils dilated instantly, and his grip on the glass tightened as he swallowed hard, feeling his head spin once again.

— That son of a bitch… — he whispered to himself, not even realizing that the words were leaving his lips.

For a moment, everything around him seemed to flip upside down. Joshua quickly released the glass and braced himself against the counter to avoid falling, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath catching in his throat.

The vampire shut his eyes tightly, using his free hand to press his fingertips gently against his chest, just above his heart, trying to regain his balance, both physically and emotionally. “God, I really need to eat something…” he thought, taking another deep breath before slamming the window shut, turning around, and staggering toward his living room door.

Then, just as he was about to reach the doorknob, Joshua felt the world around him spin in the opposite direction. He slammed his back against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, nearly passing out again. “I can’t hunt like this,” he hid his face between his knees and hugged his legs to his chest. “But I need to do something to stop this awful dizziness.”

And it was at that moment that a brilliant, or just crazy enough to seem brilliant, idea popped into his head. “I could steal some meat from the market. It’s risky, especially in this state, of course, but it’s either that or I lie down here and wait to die… Which, honestly, sounds pretty great too. But the first option is probably easier.” So Joshua stood up, turned to his door again, and opened it, letting the outdoor breeze gently hit his face. However, before taking his first steps outside, the vampire froze in place, blinking a few times and glancing down at his untied shoelace. A strange unease crept up on him at the sight. “Maybe I should take a shower first because I’m definitely going to attract more attention than I want if I go out sweaty and smelly like this…”

And a few minutes later, there he was, freshly showered, his hair neatly combed, and wearing clean clothes, or at least the least wrinkled ones he could find. Still scared but finally ready to face the world.

Outside, the fresh air hit him for the second time that day, and oddly enough, he felt a sense of relief when the bright sunlight reached his gaze. The dizziness still made his legs wobble every now and then, but Joshua ignored the discomfort, only focusing on his objective: getting to the market and finding a way to snag something to eat before passing out for good. And that’s exactly what he did, walking for a while until he reached the bustling marketplace filled with food stalls, diverse people moving around, and the almost unbearable noise of all those voices talking at the same time.

But something strange was happening, something Joshua couldn’t quite understand. He found an odd pleasure in it, even though it was weird. A part of him wanted to run back home, lock the door, and never return, because the mere thought of people seeing him was terrifying. Yet, at the same time, he felt something within him, a small spark, begin to burn, persistently urging him to step into the crowd. And when he realized he was feeling slightly better, less dizzy and tired, Joshua decided to take it as a sign. “I didn’t know being a vampire came with a side of insanity.” he mused again, sighing and shaking his head before focusing on his main task, blending in with the other people.

It wasn’t hard to spot the stalls with what he wanted. Many of them proudly displayed large slabs of raw, red meat, blood dripping onto the ground in a near-harmonious rhythm. It was the perfect invitation, but the challenge lay in deciding which merchant would be foolish enough to be robbed without noticing.

There was an old lady with her grandson, far too sweet to steal from, so they were immediately ruled out. That left only two bored teenagers, too busy chatting to even glance at their own products, and an angry-looking man torn between making sales and caring for his baby daughter. Okay, now the choice seemed obvious: the distracted teens.

Stealthily, Joshua took slow, calm steps toward their stall, blending in to avoid detection. Using a random passerby as a human barrier, he managed to get close enough to grab one of the small bags filled with bloody meat for sale.

It felt too easy, and he couldn’t help but let out a melodic chuckle as he slipped away unnoticed, gracefully re-entering the crowd as if nothing had happened, sparing only a quick glance over his shoulder as he moved forward.

Then, suddenly, as if the universe were mocking and punishing him for every little lapse of attention, Joshua bumped into someone, again, just like the day before.

— You… — he stammered, blinking a few times as he saw Rosy standing right in front of him.

— You! — Rosy repeated, her lips curling into a gentle smile as she tilted her head slightly, unable to hide her fascination with the unexpected encounter.

She was about to say something else when a man’s voice suddenly shouted above the crowd, followed by a murmur of commotion.

— There! That’s the guy who stole from those poor girls!

Joshua turned to see the angry-looking man pointing directly at him.

— What? — Rosy asked, confused and shocked, her gaze shifting between the man and Joshua.

— Damn it… — Joshua muttered, sighing deeply.

Without hesitation, he took off running, weaving through the crowd as quickly as possible. He didn’t even notice that, as he ran, he was completely normal now, his appearance refreshed, no pain, and energetic enough to move without a care.

Meanwhile, Rosy couldn’t explain why, but when she saw Joshua rushing desperately through the market streets, she scooped Kiki into her arms and, without thinking twice, began running with him.

And after several long minutes of running, pursued by an angry group of townsfolk, Joshua darted into a narrow, dark alley, hoping the grimy, damp place would provide a hiding spot. Moments later, Rosy was there with him, holding her kitten like a baby.

Joshua’s eyes widened as he saw her approach, panic gripping his heart at the thought that she might blow his cover. But as she opened her mouth to speak, he instinctively used his free hand to cover her mouth, firmly but gently, and whispered “Shh!” while watching the townsfolk pass by the alley, still chasing after him.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, broken only by the echo of water dripping from a leaky pipe. Joshua finally let out a breath of relief, calming down as he realized they wouldn’t be caught. Carefully, he removed his hand from Rosy’s lips and took a few steps back, distancing himself as much as the cramped space allowed.

— My Goddess… — Rosy murmured, as breathless as Joshua. — That was so weird, oh my heavens… — She closed her eyes for a moment, crouched just enough to set Kiki on the ground, then leaned against the wall for support. — Did you really steal that meat? — she asked, her voice shaky from the lack of air.

— Why? Are you going to snitch on me? — Joshua asked, leaning against the wall himself and running a hand through his hair.

— If I wanted to snitch on you, don’t you think I would have done it already?

Joshua gave her a skeptical look but then nodded, seeming satisfied enough with her response.

— Yeah, I did steal it.

— Cool… but those girls are nice people, they didn’t deserve that.

— Well, I need to eat to survive, so… — he replied, and Rosy nodded, this time being the one who seemed convinced by his explanation.

— You ran really fast back there, it was kind of impressive.

— Thanks… It's a vampire thing, I guess. — Joshua shrugged, a small smile appearing on his lips without him noticing.

Rosy froze at his words, glancing between Kiki and Joshua with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open.

— Wait a minute, cutie, what did you just said?! — she asked, tilting her head to the side.

— Vampire. — Joshua confirmed, looking just as confused as she was.

Rosy blinked a few times, the silence between them growing tense. Then, as if the word had finally sunk into her brain, she began gesturing wildly with her hands, her breathing quickening once again.

— Vampire?! You're telling me I'm here, in a dark alley, alone with a vampire?! — she practically screamed, but Joshua was quick enough to lunge forward and cover her mouth before any other words could escape.

— Shhh! — he exclaimed in a slightly more urgent whisper, his eyes wide as he glanced toward the alley's only exit, fearing the townsfolk might still be nearby. — Don't scream, please!

Rosy tried nodding her head, but her eyes remained wide, and the muffled sounds escaping her lips suggested she wanted to keep complaining, or at least start begging him not to kill her, even with his hand in the way. Joshua only sighed, trying to keep his composure.

— Listen… I'm not going to hurt you, okay? — he said, his eyes locked on hers, trying to sound as convincing and gentle as possible. — But if you keep yelling like that, they'll come back, and I'll be in serious trouble.

Rosy blinked frenetically again, seeming to calm down a bit, though her breathing was still heavy as she slowly nodded. Joshua, hesitating slightly, finally removed his hand from her face.

— I can't believe this… — she murmured, a little quieter now, one hand pressed to her chest while the other leaned against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. — You're a vampire! A real vampire! Don't you think that's kind of important to mention right away?

— Hey, not my fault, I was a bit busy running for my life. And besides, I thought you already knew… I mean, when we met yesterday, the signs were pretty obvious. — Joshua shrugged again and saw Rosy furrow her brows, looking like she didn’t understand a single word. — You know? Red eyes, super speed… God, your survival instincts are terrible.

Rosy remained silent, not knowing if she should respond to that weird insult or just ignore it for the sake of her own mental health.

— But if you're really a vampire, why are you stealing meat instead of hunting some animals out there? — she asked instead.

— That's none of your business.

— Well, it kind of is, considering I'm your accomplice now.

Joshua didn’t respond, just sighed and rolled his eyes before cautiously checking if the coast was clear. Then he stepped out of the alley, one hand in his pocket and the other carefully holding the bag of meat.

— Rude… — Rosy muttered, crossing her arms as she followed him out of the alley, watching Joshua walk away.

When she was about to pick up Kiki and head in the opposite direction, back home, a sharp pain struck her heart, and a tingling sensation spread through her body. She couldn't help but cough a few times.

Unexpectedly, at the same time, Joshua, already several steps ahead, coughed as well, causing them both to turn and look at each other.

— Weird. — Rosy said softly, examining him as if he were some newly discovered species.

But the problem was, while her curiosity only grew, for Joshua, Rosy’s presence felt more like a repellent. Despite feeling the same pain, or even more than before, he ignored the strange coincidence, turned back around, and continued walking away, his steps slower and his vision blurring.

But the girl didn’t follow suit. She stood there, watching him walk away, noticing how, step by step, he seemed to stagger more. Until, inevitably, when Joshua was just a speck in the distance, he collapsed to the ground, his coughing and groans of pain echoing through the surroundings.

Kiki quickly turned her gaze to her owner, her tiny nose tilted up to look at Rosy’s eyes. Seeing her pale face, tired eyes, and drained expression, the cat let out a sharp meow. Rosy simply shook her head and gestured forward with her hand.

— Go to him. — Rosy muttered, taking slow steps toward Joshua.

The cat obeyed, darting off toward the vampire in a flash, confident Rosy was right behind.

When Kiki reached Joshua and looked him straight in the eyes, he tried to push her away, groaning in pain at even the smallest movement. But the cat was persistent, biting onto his shirt and tugging, as if trying to get him to stand, while Rosy steadily approached.

Recovering a little of his strength, Joshua managed to sit up. Moments later, Rosy was beside him, also sitting on the ground, panting and sweating.

— There, there… — she said, gently stroking Kiki's head as the cat curled up in her lap, now purring. — Thanks. — she whispered to the kitty.

— What the hell was that? — Joshua, now visibly better but still out of breath, asked, squinting at Rosy.

— I have no idea, but are you feeling better?

— Yeah… And you too, apparently.

— Yeah...

They sat in silence, catching their breath and calming down from the shock of the moment, each avoiding eye contact by focusing on different points in the place. But after a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, Rosy finally broke the quiet.

— So… Just to make sure we're on the same page here, you also noticed we got significantly better when we were close, right? — she asked, finally turning to look at Joshua.

— This has nothing to do with you. I’ve been feeling bad since this morning.

— Since this morning… When exactly?

— Since I woke up until I got to the market.

Kiki and Rosy exchanged a glance at Joshua’s words, an gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

— What? Don’t tell me you’ve also been feeling bad since you woke up? — the vampire asked, half-joking, fully expecting her to deny it.

— Actually, that’s exactly it. I fainted yesterday, woke up feeling awful, went to the market to buy medicine, and boom, magically felt better when I got there. Then after we parted ways, I started feeling bad again. — she explained, her tone firmer and slightly louder than before, gesturing with her hands.

— Hold on… You said you fainted yesterday? — Joshua turned to her so fast his bangs shifted in the wind.

Rosy nodded, her wide, attentive eyes showing she was almost desperate to hear his thoughts, certain from his tone that she wasn’t the only one who had collapsed in that weird afternoon.

— Okay… That’s a little odd. — he admitted, his brows furrowing and lips pursing as he stared at a random point in the distance, looking deep in thought. — I also fainted, but I thought it was for a completely different reason. Like, completely different.

— Yeah, me too…

At that exact moment, Kiki shot a sharp look at Rosy, letting out a low, growling meow, almost as if gearing up for a fight.

— Shh! Shut up! — the witch replied to her kitten’s sass in a low, reprimanding tone, pausing her strokes to lightly tap the cat's rear.

— What? — Joshua turned toward the two again, frantically shifting his gaze between the blonde and the cat. — What do you mean?

— “What do you mean” what? — Rosy averted her eyes, shrugging, only to be met with another sharp meow from Kiki.

— Don’t play dumb! Your cat is clearly trying to say something!

— Excuse me? Who’s her owner, me or you?

Kiki let out another loud meow, this time leaping off Rosy’s lap and arching her back, her fur bristling slightly.

— No, no! Stop it right now! I’m not telling! — Rosy’s tone was noticeably louder now, pointing at her cat like an angry mother.

— Telling what? — the vampire asked more insistently, completely changing his position to sit directly facing her. — What did you do?

— Nothing! I swear… Specifically with you, I did absolutely nothing.

— But you did something, didn’t you?

— Well… technically, if you see it in a very specific context, like… let’s say an apple falls from a tree in the forest and… — she began to explain, gesturing again, avoiding Joshua’s eyes as much as possible, her voice slightly higher and drawn out. But once again, Kiki cut her off with a sharp meow. — Ugh, Jesus! Fine, yes, I did something! — Rosy finally admitted after being startled by her cat’s yell. — But I didn’t do anything specifically to you. It was something completely personal, and honestly, I don’t even know how it affected you.

Joshua crossed his arms, his eyes wide and fixed on Rosy, as if trying to pull the truth out of her solely through the intensity of his gaze, waiting eagerly for more details.

— Okay, and? What exactly did you do? — he asked.

— Well, I might have, or might not have, cast a spell wrong and somehow trapped us in some kind of curse that makes us sick when we’re not close to each other… I guess... I don't know exactly. — Rosy replied, speaking so fast that the words tumbled out of her mouth, her tone falsely cheerful, as if it would change the atmosphere or soften Joshua’s reaction.

But instead of yelling in anger, biting her, and doing his scary vampire things, as she expected, he just stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly agape as if the world around him had stopped. In that moment, Rosy, completely tense and anxious, wondered if it had been a good idea to make this revelation, especially to a creature like him.

— Excuse me, what? — was all Joshua managed to say.

✎ Notes: So... I didn't exactly prepare something special for Christmas, but I really hope you guys enjoy the holidays!! Anyway, thanks for reading, bye bye!! 🩷🦌🎄

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✎ Miss Witch & Sir Monster.

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✎ Chapter 1 : Bunnies and Bats.

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Ten years.

That was how long it took for Joshua to start recovering from everything he had lived through in such a short time. Ten years since he last opened the door to his home. Since the world outside stopped being a place full of opportunities and turned into a threat.

Many people would think that was an overreaction, something far too extreme. After all, what could possibly go so wrong with the simple act of getting some fresh air on a sunny morning like this? But that was the point, for Joshua, it meant much more than just a sunny morning. The sun burning on his skin was just a small reminder of all the pain he had felt and a trigger for the fear of what was to come...

Joshua was only eighteen years old when it all began, when he was bitten, and suddenly, this new world was unveiled to him. It was meant to be a sign of love, loyalty, and the promise of a blissful eternity with someone special. But eternity could be a very dangerous word, especially in the hands of someone cruel, and Joshua learned that in the worst way possible.

Now, he saw himself as nothing more than a monster, a bloodthirsty beast with enough strength to take down ten armed soldiers, yet feeling so pathetic he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror or wear anything remotely presentable. All this caused by a traumatic past, a relationship full of abuse, stalking, aggression, and toxicity that still haunted him to this day.

So, only a long time later, at the age of twenty-eight, for the first time in a decade, he finally decided to step out. Not because he was ready, but because he had no other choice. The hunger for the sweet red drink had become simply unbearable.

He took a deep breath, the fabric of his loose pajamas feeling almost too heavy on his body as he opened the door. The bright sun burned his retinas, making him flinch a little before taking his first steps outside in his poorly tied shoes and messy hair.

“I just need to go out for fifteen minutes at most. I won't look at anyone, grab something to eat, and come back home… Just that… It’s easy.” he told himself, finally stepping away from his safe place and heading towards the dark forest, full of delicious creatures, not far from there.

He walked for a few seconds, the trees around seeming to suffocate him with every step, followed by a torturous feeling of being watched. Unconsciously, Joshua hunched his shoulders, wishing he could hide like a turtle in its shell, feeling his entire body grow tense and shiver.

Suddenly, a cold breeze hit his pale skin, causing his hair to move softly in the air as he took another deep breath, feeling the air enter his lungs. In the blink of an eye, all that fear and tension were replaced by an intoxicating adrenaline rush as the scent of fresh, living blood invaded his nostrils.

His eyes turned a wine shade of red, and for the first time, he truly felt the power and strength of a real vampire, all because of a rabbit, a small and delicious white rabbit jumping around without imagining the handsome young man could be a threat. Without even realizing it, Joshua let a satisfied, almost malicious, smile appear on his lips, his mouth practically watering at the sight of that little creature with eyes similar to his own. And before he could think twice, he was chasing the bunny at an almost supernatural speed, a soft, melodic laugh escaping his lips as he watched the tiny animal start to flee, fighting for its life.

His speed was impressive, making the ground beneath his feet crumble, trees sway, and leaves float, while his heart pounded strongly for the first time in a very long while.

He chased the little creature with all the dedication he could muster, as though he might drop to all fours at any moment, overcome by an almost animalistic instinct, almost floating in the air whenever he leaped over an obstacle on the earthy ground. Until, unexpectedly, something broke his concentration. A bat flew right above his head, and instinctively, Joshua followed it with his gaze, betraying his hunting instincts that screamed at him to focus only on the main target.

But it didn’t take long for him to be punished for his lack of attention. The moment the bat disappeared among the trees and he turned back in the direction he had originally been heading, the boy was hit hard in the forehead, thrown backward, and landed sitting on the ground.

— Shit! — the vampire shouted loudly, his vision blurry, feeling not only his head but his entire body ache from the force of the impact.

— Ow! — a feminine voice whimpered at the same time, the sound seeming to come from just a few inches away.

And hearing that soft voice, Joshua’s eyes widened immediately, realizing that the obstacle that had hit him was more alive than he had imagined… And her name was Rosy.

A blonde witch with tanned skin, dressed in a bluish-gray dress with brown and white details, a pouch tied around her waist, and her hair pulled back into what seemed to be a tight bun but with a few curls framing her face, along with her bangs, just as curly as the rest of her locks.

She looked at him with curious, narrow eyes filled with pain, mirroring his own, and for a moment, Joshua was sure she would scream and run away. But her body quickly relaxed, her expression becoming a friendly one, revealing quite the opposite. This obviously surprised Joshua, especially when Rosy waved and softly said “Hi!”.

— Sorry for the bump — the blonde one said, her words accompanied by a soft giggle as she carefully stood up, straightened her dress with her hands, and picked up the things she had dropped on the ground.

— I-it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault. — Joshua replied with little to no emotion, bringing his hand to his forehead again and rubbing the spot where it hurt.

A few seconds later, as he moved his hand away from his face again, the boy shuddered and widened his eyes once more, finding Rosy considerably closer to him, standing there, with that same gentle smile on her lips and her hand extended toward him. For a few moments, he didn’t know exactly what to do, having lost the habit of interacting with people long ago. But he finally joined his palm with hers, using it as support, even though he didn’t need it, to get up.

And God, her hand was so soft, a complete contrast to his. It was delicate, smooth, like cotton, its touch almost too addictive for him to muster the willpower to let go. But with some mental effort, he did. “Calm down, Joshua. She’s just a human… You can’t freak out and bare your fangs at her out of nowhere… Breathe, man… Breathe,” he told himself in his thoughts.

— What’s your name? — the girl’s sweet voice snapped him out of his little trance.

— Joshua. — he replied quickly, almost like a reflex. — And yours is?

— Rosy, — she said cheerfully, seeming excited to introduce herself. — Rosabella, actually, but people call me Rosy.

— Rosy… — he repeated, blinking a few times and unconsciously looking down as her name echoed in his mind.

And that was enough for a whirlwind of thoughts to run through Joshua’s head, his hunting instincts flaring up again but in a slightly different way…

He wanted to flash a charming smile, throw audacious compliments, and give her his best suggestive and captivating gaze. He wanted to step closer, touch her hand more, or maybe even her arm, which seemed just as soft, with a slightly rosy undertone caused by the blood in her veins. Oh yes, the blood… The delicious blood… Hers was probably so sweet, warm, and... “No! Stop it! You’re not like that, you’re not a freaking monster! The poor girl is probably scared enough already, staring at her like she’s a piece of meat isn’t helping. Get it together!” Once again, Joshua shouted inside his thoughts, reprimanding himself while shaking his head and trying to show a smile as friendly as hers.

— It’s a pleasure to meet you. — he finally managed to say, extending his hand.

And the girl, who had been observing him act strangely all this time, gave another giggle, this time, a confused one, but still clasped her hand in his.

— The pleasure is all mine. — she replied, greeting him in a completely cordial manner, with no hint of second intentions, just curiosity.

She had noticed his anxiety, the way his no-longer-red eyes attentively looked at her and how his voice came out slightly shaky. She quickly understood it as a clear sign of nervousness, revealing that Joshua might be afraid of her, and the idea was intriguing, though Rosy couldn't pinpoint exactly why he would feel that way.

"Maybe he realized I'm a witch and is now terrified I'll curse him, poor thing..." she thought, a small, proud smile forming on her face. It was enough to make her relax even more in the presence of such a peculiar person, feeling like the stronger one in the situation. After all, she carried several magical objects that could easily be used as weapons, while he hadn’t even tied his shoelaces properly and wore loose, thin-fabric clothing that made it hard to imagine he had any means of defense hidden. To Rosy, it was almost cute how this boy seemed like nothing more than a scared kitten, while she was the powerful witch.

— Anyway... I have to go now. — she said, finally breaking the silence and letting go of the pale-skinned boy's hand.

— Oh... Okay, sure. — he replied, blinking a few times as if adjusting back to reality, his gaze quickly dropping to his hand, as if already missing her touch, before focusing back on the girl's face. — Sorry about... the bump.

— No problem, it was my fault too, — she said with a soft laugh, already beginning to distance herself with calm steps. — See you around, Joshua! — she added, finally turning away completely and walking into the forest, looking up at the trees.

And then, for a split second, as she observed the trees with her attentive eyes, she caught the sight of Joshua also heading his way.

— Strange dude, isn’t he, Kiki? — Rosy asked her little cat, who had gone unnoticed by Joshua but had been following her throughout her walk.

The feline let out a soft, calm meow, seeming to agree.

— Oh, shoot... I don't think I'll find that bat anymore, — the blonde muttered, her tone tinged with sadness as she kept scanning her surroundings for the winged creature. — Well, it wasn’t exactly his fault, though... I mean, I did interrupt him from catching that bunny. But honestly, I don't even wanna know what he planned to do with that sweet little thing.

At the end of her words, a low giggle escaped her lips, and in response, her cat let out a slightly louder, sharper meow, as if scolding her.

— Okay, got it, I won’t judge anyone. But, like, I’m not going to kill the bat or anything, I just need his spiritual presence for the spell, it’s completely different! — Rosy explained to her cat, who nodded as if fully understanding her words. — Besides, he was so pale, with that black hair all over his eyes... Imagine if he were a vampire trying to kill the poor bunny? — her tone now carried a hint of concern, and she couldn’t help but glance back in the direction where she had met Joshua. — Have you ever imagined, Kiki, meeting a real vampire?

Both she and her cat shuddered at the mere thought crossing their minds. Then Rosy sighed, continuing her search and ensuring she changed the subject, wanting to avoid talking about anything too frightening in such a dark, weird place.

And, well, despite the ache in her head, her dress smeared with dirt, and some lost items that had fallen from her bag, the witch happily returned home, because at least she had managed to find that much-needed bat.

A short walk later, she was already passing through the streets of the witch village she lived in, greeting other women with a cheerful smile and waves, her cat at her side, and the bat locked in a cage. Though small, it seemed quite cozy, enough for the black creature to fall asleep from time to time.

— Rosy, sweetie, what’s with that dirty dress? — a old lady sweeping her porch asked as she saw the young witch passing by.

— I fell while chasing this little thing here, Mrs. Sally. — Rosy answered, lifting the cage slightly to show the little bat, causing the older woman to laugh melodiously as she imagined the scene.

— Why didn’t you asked me for help? I can get bats for you in no time.

— Oh, no need. I have to start chasing things down myself.

And Rosy was right. Don’t get her wrong, she loved the sense of community within her coven, enjoyed being surrounded by other women who understood her and were willing to help if needed. But compared to the other witches there, Rosy wasn’t exactly an example of intelligence or skill.

She struggled to use sigils correctly, couldn’t memorize spells or enchantment songs, and, of course, there’s no need to exemplify how bad she was at gathering items for her magic. Take, for example, how that small black-winged creature had managed to escape twice the day before, only to escape again that morning.

So, the blonde one felt a strong need to start trying harder, to really get her hands dirty and work towards becoming a great and powerful witch. And there was no better time to start than now, in such a tragic moment...

For about three months, a significant number of witches had been disappearing from her village. So far, no one had any information about what might be happening, but patterns were being noticed, and the guardian witches advised everyone in the coven to protect themselves as much as possible.

This led Rosy to think of casting a spell to protect her home, as the thought of being listed among the missing left a bitter taste in her mouth. And so, the little witch decided it was time to start trying harder and acting like an actual independent woman. This was how her pursuit of the bat began.

But unfortunately being a practitioner of magic didn’t mean becoming magically smarter simply out of willpower.

— Okay, Kiki... It says here that I need a lemon and very hot water... I don’t have lemon, but I have strawberries, and, like, they’re also a citrus fruit, so it should work, — Rosy said, carefully reading her brown-covered book as she paced back and forth in front of her small cauldron. — It also says I need a cinnamon stick, a strand of the target’s hair, moonflower petals, and… honey. — She looked at her cat with wide, focused eyes. — Doesn’t seem too hard, does it? I think I can do this.

The little cat let out a soft meow, spinning around it's own tail, seemingly approving of the girl’s words. And seeing her pet’s reaction brought a loving, joyful smile to Rosy’s lips. Then she began walking around her house, gathering the necessary ingredients.

Carefully, she placed each item into the small cauldron, double-checking every single word in the book before moving on to the next step. She squeezed the strawberries into the hot water, dunked the cinnamon stick, added three delicate petals, dripped a few drops of honey, and finally let out a soft yelp of pain as she plucked a strand from her bangs to add to the mix. She stirred everything with her wooden spoon until it all blended together.

— Your turn to shine, little guy. — Rosy hummed, opening the bat’s cage and letting it out. — You just need to fly over this… really weird soup. Nothing too difficult. Do your part, and I’ll let you go.

The girl instructed, and, as if understanding her, the bat swiftly flew in circles above the cauldron, letting the potion's vapors intoxicate it for a few seconds. Then, with the job done and its small brain slightly dizzy, the bat flew out of a open window, leaving the witch's house.

— Alright, now what? — Rosy asked Kiki, her wide eyes revealing her curiosity and a hint of confusion. — Do you think it worked?

The cat leapt across the furniture until it reached the cauldron. Kiki examined the liquid inside, its reddish color and dense texture, then looked back at Rosy, swishing it's fluffy tail nervously from side to side in response.

— Well, I can’t give up now. I mean, I did everything right, it’s impossible for this to go wrong, right? — Rosy could swear she saw her cat shrug at her words.

Taking a deep breath, she repeated encouraging phrases in her mind as she dipped a mug into the cauldron, scooping up the liquid. “You can do this, it’s practically just a normal tea… with strands of hair. But beyond that, it’s a protection spell. What harm could something made to protect possibly do?” she thought.

Breathing deeply one last time, she closed her eyes and brought the mug to her lips, taking big gulps and feeling the sweet, warm liquid slide down her throat until she had drunk it entirely, leaving only the hair at the bottom. But this detail escaped her notice, as in the blink of an eye, the spell had begun to take effect.

The girl felt her whole body tingle, followed by an almost unbearable heat, her vision blurring, and her mind spinning as if turned upside down. The last thing Rosy remembered hearing was the metallic clang of the mug hitting the ground, the muffled meow of her cat, and the sensation of her body collapsing onto the cold wooden floor.

But what the little witch didn’t know was that, on the other side of the forest, Joshua, the vampire who had bumped into her earlier, had also mysteriously fainted on the floor of his own home, not even having had time to enjoy the delicious animal he had managed to catch.

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