#“I shall never move from this spot again” - Hecate for the next ten hours until the Chief awakens

[abyssalfreefall]

Pairing: Chief (fem) / Hecate

"Just stay still for a bit, Hecate," the MBCC Chief murmured as she straddled the smaller woman's lap, wrapped her arms around daintier shoulders, and pressed her face into the crook of her neck. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she was desperate to be held.

"Chief…?" Hecate could not understand what was going on, but she placed a free hand between the Chief's shoulder blades tentatively. "… I'll always be here for you if you need me."

The Chief shuddered a sigh. She needed to hear that.

"Hecate… Thank you. Hold me tighter, please."

In response, the Sinner hugged her waist and pulled her close.

Although the Chief had not invoked the power of the shackles, Hecate could not help but if that was an order.

Eventually, she decided not to ask. She would always be ready to embrace her beloved Chief, with or without her command.

The Chief soon slumped into slumber, soft breaths tickling the surface of Hecate's skin.

[hovercraft79]

Winter Song

Ch 26 This Christmas

Chapters: 26/31 Word Count:1,022 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Teen Warnings: None Summary: It’s Christmas Day and, true to her word, Hecate is trying to learn the lessons from her ghostly visitors. Will Christmas Present be everything she and Pippa hope it will be?

Notes: Yes, I know, technically the Event is over, but by gosh, I’m going to finish all the prompts.

This Christmas is another song I’ve never heard of, this time by Donny Hathaway, another new discovery.

Yet another that has escaped Sparky’s ministrations and thus the errors are all mine.

I’d like to give a special thanks to @pippa-pentangle for lending me her lovely detail with the ponytail. If you aren’t reading her RPs with @misshecatehardbroom you’re missing a real treat.

Hecate appeared in front of Pippa’s door at exactly nine-thirty Christmas morning, broomstick in hand and dressed for flying. She felt as if an entire colony of bats had taken flight in her stomach while thousand reasons why this was a bad idea wrestled in her brain. It was too late to back out now, she knew that. She could not abandon Pippa again, even for just a day. She would not leave Pippa behind again, wondering what she’d done wrong. Closing her eyes, Hecate breathed in through her nose for a count of ten before exhaling through her mouth for the same count. She felt her nerves and her magic steady. She knocked briskly on the door. It opened at once.

“Hiccup!” Pippa swung towards the door, wielding her crutches much more expertly than she had that first night at hospital. The delight in Pippa’s voice couldn’t entirely mask the relief that Hecate heard there as well. “Punctual as ever, darling. I’m ready as soon as you are.”

Stepping in to the room, Hecate reminded herself to smile. It would be okay. Pippa was here; they weren’t quarrelling any longer. She could endure a day with the Drills. Hecate noticed Pippa struggling with her cloak and her crutches. “Let me, Pipsqueak.” Taking the cloak in her hands, Hecate held it out, settling it on Pippa’s shoulders. Before she could stop herself, Hecate reached out and freed Pippa’s ponytail from under the cloak, letting it trail through her fingers. Coming back to her senses, Hecate snatched her hand away and stepped back a few paces. “There you go. Shall we?”

Pippa was looking at her, with wide, thoughtful eyes. “Thank you,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Are you ready for this?” She waited for Hecate’s nod before summoning her broom. She still didn’t understand what exactly had happened with Hiccup yesterday. She only knew that, after their quarrel, Pippa hadn’t expected to hear from Hecate again – not until Pippa herself made the first move to reconcile. But then, there she was, on the other side of the mirror last night, flushed and flustered, apologizing to Pippa and inviting her to Christmas dinner at Dimity Drill’s of all places. She still didn’t understand how that had come to pass.

Not that it mattered. Pippa would gladly spend the day with the unholy trinity of Hecate’s father, Mistress Broomhead and Agatha Cackle if it meant spending her first Christmas with Hecate.

“I can’t exactly back out now, can I?” Hecate lifted her shoulder slightly. “In for a kitten, in for a cat I suppose.” She tried to squash her doubts again. The dreams that had prompted today were already fading from her memory and she wondered if she was making a foolish mistake. It wouldn’t be her first. “Shall we?” A quick transfer put them on the roof. Hecate helped Pippa get settled on her broom and vanished her crutches and overnight bag for the trip. “I…uh...I just wanted to say again that I’m sorry about the other night. It’s not my place…”

“Not your place to what, Hecate? Not your place to worry about me? Not your place to care? Hiccup? If it isn’t your place to do those things, then whose place is it?” She shook her head. “It is very much your place – even if I fuss about it. Now… I don’t know how all this came to be, but I’m beyond thrilled to be spending today with you – and Dimity Drill.”

Hecate rolled her eyes and groaned. “Just let me apologize now for… everything that’s about to happen?”

Pippa threw back her head and laughed. “This may be the best Christmas yet, Hecate!” She tapped her broomstick and lifted off the roof. “Last one to Dimity’s is a rotten owl’s egg!” She leaned forward and darted away, leaving Hecate standing, stunned for a few seconds before she scrambled onto her broom and raced after her.

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They landed on the porch, windswept and laughing. Hecate had just managed to pull ahead of Pippa at the end. “Better luck next time, Pipsqueak!” Hecate hopped off her broom and summoned Pippa’s crutches.

“Oh… don’t gloat too much, Hiccup! I’d have had you if it weren’t for my grievous injury.” She stuck her cast-covered ankle out.

“I’m sure… still… you did well… for the second-best flyer at Amulet’s!” Hecate said, grinning smugly.

“Second best!” Pippa, clutched her chest, sounding absolutely scandalized. “Hecate Hardbroom! Someone’s going to have a stocking full of coal!”  Unable to hold it in any more, Pippa dissolved in a fit of giggles. Laughing even harder when the front door burst open and a confused looking Dimity was staring at them.

“Happy Christmas?” Dimity looked back and forth between the two witches on her porch. “Oi! What happened to you, Pentangle?”

“Hot cocoa injury. But it’s all well and good. Hecate’s brewed me up some Rapid Recovery potion for bones and I’ll be right as rain by New Year’s. Isn’t that right, darling?”

“Provided you don’t break anything else,” Hecate drawled.

“Well, the afternoon games can get a bit rowdy, but…we’ll try to send you lot back in one piece.” Dimity pulled the door open all the way to make room for Pippa and her crutches. “Come on then, crack on. Mum says luncheon’s on in about half an hour. Should be just enough time to get you two introduced to everybody.” She pressed against the door frame to give Pippa enough room to swing through but stepped out again when Hecate tried to pass. Squeezing Hecate’s arm just above the elbow, Dimity spoke quietly. “I don’t know what made you change your mind, HB, but I’m chuffed that you did – and that you’ve brought Miss Pentangle.” Children squealed from somewhere inside the house. “Now, I know how you are, so I’ve got a quiet spot upstairs for you if all the noise gets to be too much.  You just give me the word.” Hecate nodded, looking relieved. “I am truly glad you came, Hecate.”

“Thank you, Dimity.” Hecate placed her hand over Dimity’s. “I’m glad I did, too.”