#Nyx is a small town witch

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[icarianlibrary]

WAIT LET ME THINK OF A STORY RQ:

Witch and Woes

The year is 1743, and Evelyn is a young mistress and quite known for her looks and charms. Evelyn is a very religious and righteous women. She went to church each Sunday, said her prayers day and night, but she was never whole. The men would all say that they were a sign from God, a partner for her to wed. She went to a garden, a couple acres from home and prayed. She prayed for the right person to show up in her life. Allow her to find her missing piece. A black cat walks by, and if by dark magic, a women in a dark, tattered gown emerges.

Nyx is an outcast. Her practices and beliefs did not align of those of the small town of Sayward. She often asked mother nature why she was so different. Why she couldn't be like the girls like in the village. Mother Nature just told her to keep waiting in her garden for a sign. She sees a girl enter her garden. The girl. Fair of face, and she wanted to know if her heart matched. It wouldn't hurt to approach her, right?

Fiore I did this back in 2019 just to kind of refresh my watercolor skills after dabbling in gouache for a while. I think it kinda would make a nice wraparound book cover. Right?

Stock photo reference by https://www.deviantart.com/daniellefiore

Watercolor and Ink on 12x16 inch cold press watercolor paper

Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥ Scott

[nyxiem00n87]

Leonna Nyx AKA Nyxie (real name Marie Ann Taylor). She grew up with her mother until she was older enough to leave to try to become a model, actress, or fashion designer. Her upbringing was tough since the mother and the small rural town disliked her all of her life. They were highly religious and believed her to be a witch. Leonna had no knowledge of her father since her mother refused to speak of him. She has a journal she writes into since she doesn't have any other ways of expressing herself to others. She is a bit socially awkward but she is very smart when it comes down to it. She can analyze things and use them to her advantage. She doesn't have many friends among the other pastas but she seems to get along fine with Jeff the killer, Sally Williams, and Laughing Jack. She hates Slenderman for quite a few reasons. One of the reasons was he practically led her to her demise. She was brought back to life by a demon and is now one herself.

[sleepymccoy]

Magical lesbian Hallmark Christmas film

establishing scenes

Talia works for a town planning firm in the Big City and doesn't take holidays. Chooses to spend her Christmas time off going to a small town that won this years' best town design award. Scene with her two colleagues Sam (handlebar moustache, openly gay, clearly friends) and Winifred (her boss) ribbing her for taking her time off in such a shit way

A scene in Beautiful Small Town with four characters; Althena (short and plumb, beautiful, witch), Nyx (wears light dresses and leather jackets, glares a lot), Phil (Nyx's husband, super normal lumberjack), and Martha (old lady, looks like Mrs Claus). They're decorating the big tree in town centre. Some tension between Nyx and Martha, establish that Nyx will not allow harm to come to the tree (it is planted and alive). Phil keeps bringing eggnog. Althena is mostly cheerful and handing out food. People love her food

Talia arrives in town and is thrown by how Christmassy it is. Goes to the hotel run by Attractive Man Lucas. Insert scenes such as Talia reluctantly eating a slice of Christmas pudding with a coffee.

First arc (meeting and set dynamics)

Probably lighting the fairy lights on the big christmas tree on December 6. Althena offers Talia some gingerbread cookies but she says no, causes gossip. Nyx is pissed off, no one's sure why incl Phil. Lucas is quite attentive to Talia and tries to explain why it's rude to refuse gingerbread. Talia has a too-long scene with an old guy who refuses to break character out of being Santa, it's quite awkward. Everyone is shown cheering up when they eat the gingerbread cookies, like exaggeratedly smiling as they chew (this is witch magic, yall)

Nyx and Talia have a scene where they meet and we discover that Talia is a changeling child that replaced Nyx when they were toddlers. They don't get along, Nyx doesn't forgive her and implies she was in foster care for quite a while after Talia stole her family

Talia gets a tour of town with Lucas, they're getting along well. This scene shows Talia working and looking into the town layout and planing and so forth

Talia remeets Althena a few times and they find out things about each other. Althena has a reindeer (who's out on loan, implied her reindeer is one of Santa's real ones). Talia knows a lot about appropriate plumbing for pipes that need to freeze safely. Althena doesn't like wearing pants. Talia likes to hand weave baskets. Plenty of scenes that have borderline magic use from Althena. Clearly show more chemistry between Talia and Althena than between Talia and Lucas.

Relationship shifts

Talia gets caught in a snow storm and nearly freezes to death. Saved by Althena who is fairly unimpressed, but takes care of her. They spend two days together without power warming up by the fire unable to contact anyone. During this, Althena gives Talia a few foot massages to make sure she doesn't lose her toes (this is played with sexual tension) and Talia learns to make Althena's coffee perfectly (nutmeg included). Some nearly kissing scenes and real domestic bliss vibes. Scenes with Talia saying she's never been so relaxed and happy. Althena is shown often just watching Talia do something, big heart eyes.

During this time, Nyx arrives cos although she's pissed at Talia she's heard from Lucas that Talia's missing and is searching town to find her. She's checking with Althena cos Althena is a witch and can casts spells and shit. Althena is worried about what Talia will think of Nyx askign her - she doesn't want to admit to being a witch but there's not really any other reason for Nyx to have come here. Talia is trying to keep her changeling thing under wraps. Nyx is annoyed that Talia knows she was worried.

Miscommuniction

Althena returns Talia to the hotel once the snows stops. Lucas is very relieved and admits he called Talia's emergency contact, but in error he says "I called your boyfriend". Talia corrects him, but Althena has already heard boyfriend and left. Talia doesn't really clock this cos she's pretty tired

Her colleague Sam arrives, he's very pleased Talia isn't dead. He stays for a few days. He and Lucas have a very straight forward flirt into relationship dynamic in the background of scenes

Talia and Nyx meet up and Talia explains how her life has been - her parents always knew she wasn't their kid and once she turned 18 she left and they've never reached out. Nyx is kind but pretty closed off. Talia expresses a wish for family, but Nyx is already happy with her one with Phil and doesn't need her

Althena comes by and gives the hotel a Christmas cake. Talia is very happy to see her and offers to join her as she visits everyone in town to drop off cakes. Althena offers to let Talia stay behind and enjoy time with Sam while he's here, but Talia laughs it off (without explaining) and joins her. They have a lovely time but Althena is clearly pining while Talia is rather blithely enjoying a nearly-date. They talk about Sam for a bit, Talia says they know each other through work, and Althena prods no further. Nothing is cleared up. This scene offer the opportunity to return to any one off characters we've introduced and give them a bit more presence without making them main side characters

Scene where Sam needs to go back to the Big City, but he's got a crush on Lucas so he's talking to Talia about how to handle that. She makes a crack about having the same issue and Sam gets very curious and fully guesses correctly (they're not subtle) and makes a jokey suggestion about opening an office together out here

A scene where Talia goes for something quite romantic (maybe asks Althena on a date) and Althena rejects her totally cos she's now sure that it's her cheerful-making cooking that is making Talia like her. Cos good people don't cheat, her magic is making Talia want to cheat. Maybe she has a straight forward convo about this with Mrs-Claus-look-alike who's also a witch to make it canon. Cos Talia had like two days straight of eating Althena's food in the snow storm, so Althena is like. Worried shes accidentally roofied Talia.

The correction

Lucas talks to Nyx's husband Phil about his crush on Sam. This news gets to Nyx, who passes it onto Althena who is sure it's gotten mixed up cos Lucas surely would never homewreck. She decides to talk to Lucas about it directly and he corrects her misunderstanding

Althena is still very unsure about the whole thing. She's still feeling pretty bad about dosing Talia with happy-magic-food. It's just something she does during Christmas to keep the mood in town wonderful! This all was an accident. So she keeps her distance

The Christmas Miracle (dating)

Lucas and Sam make out pretty easily, it's very cute. Maybe they have a bit too much brandy and there's some awkward conversation about how Sam will be going back home, but they keep kissing and fade to black

I think Talia and Nyx have another chat where Nyx has calmed down and accepts Talia as a sister. They were both unwilling participants in the changeling swap and neither is happy with how it turned out for them. So they'll try to be sisters. They hug

Althena and Talia meet at the christmas eve whole town event. Althena is weirdly refusing to offer Talia any of her food. Talia finally takes her behind the tree to have a chat in private about what's going on. Althena dodges it and explains she thought Sam was her boyfriend. Talia corrects her as well, she's all relieved, but that's not the only issue as we know. Talia openly eats one of Althena's gingerbread cookies in front of her and Althena freaks out and smacks it out of her hands. Cue a fucked up admission of dosing the entire town with happy magic that would be incomprehensible if Talia didn't already believe in fairies and witches.

Talia finally gets a word in edgewise and says she's fairy-born and was swapped with Nyx as a child. Althena takes a moment and realises that means her magic wouldn't affect Talia. She's immune. Cue her getting halfway through sentences while Talia cheerfully agrees. "you mean when you asked me on a date you were-" "yes" "and when you went to kiss me, that was-" "yes!" "and the way you looked at me in the cabin was really-" "Yes!!!" They get kinda over excited and keep eagerly approaching each other and stepping away cos they're just so damn into each other now. Basically, they end up knocking the giant Christmas tree over and decorations go everywhere.

This could be a christmas disaster, but it's Hallmark so the tree lands safely and the decorations just fly off and sit like beautiful adornments on the townspeople instead. All tinsel necklaces and broken bits of large baubel as hats. It's cute, not terrifying. Nyx is seen with Phil inspecting the roots of the tree to see if it's still alive and okay (we'll say it is, it's in a giant pot and got knocked over in one piece i guess). Talia and Althena kiss admist pine needles. Sam and Lucas kiss. Phil returns with a crane (he's like this, maybe that's a running joke - Phil has anything you need) and picks the tree up, he and Nyx kiss.

Epilogue

New years day, Nyx is pregnant and Phil runs through town on foot telling everyone. We get little scenes of people being interrupted as he barges in and tells them.

He goes to a new office for the town planning whatever company Talia and Sam are from, Sam is setting up the office front while Lucas flirts with him.

Talia and Althena are interrupted while just absolutely making out. That's the final scene

[strawberrystreamfields]

Carolina's Journal Log Day 1:

I went to visit Moorland last night and ended up staying the night. Unfortunately for me, I didn't check the weather. Rosedawn and I are headed back to Fort Pinta right now to check on the others. Jorvik hasn't seen snow like this in years unless you count The Valley. Rosedawn's adorably small in this snow. Oak isn't too pleased about the weather, so he looks like he'll just be staying in the saddlebag. Here's hoping I don't need this journal again soon, it doesn't look like he's planning on leaving that bag anytime soon. On a better note, Moorland looks ethereal in the winter snow. Silverglade Castle in the distance, and here I am, on my little Haflinger pony trudging through the snow.

We made it to Fort Pinta without any snags, and thankfully, all of the others were alright. Nyx and Arcticwind were practically being used as equine(?) heaters by the others, and, who can blame them? I checked with Maya that everything was well and good before leaving the stable. Rosedawn and I were about to head off to Valedale to see how the Soul Riders were doing, (I bet Alex already tried to lightning-blast some logs to get some warm(er) fire), and as per usual, something odd just had to happen. We heard a bleating from behind us and stopped, turning to find a straw yule goat. And it was.. alive?! This was new. The goat seems to want us to follow it. We'll see how well this ends.

The goat led us back to Moorland, taking us to Mrs. Holdsworth. She told us about the Jorvegian tradition of making straw yule goats, before asking the goat to lead us somewhere. Rosedawn and I followed it to find a sleigh being pulled by an Icelandic covered in snow and a Capran seated inside. The Capran asked us if we wanted to go to the 'Winter Village', and we accepted. After all, what's the worst that could happen? (Alex, you get my saxophone if I go missing)

The Capran finally landed the sleigh. Thankfully, we're still alive and well, though I'm not exactly sure how much Rosedawn enjoyed the whole experience. We briefly talked with another Capran, and that was when I looked down the hill to see it. The Winter Village. A village that even from a distance looked like warmth in the cold surrounding it. I could clearly see a massive tree in what could have been a town square of sorts, all decorated for the holidays. As long as this doesn't turn into a 'you've seen our home and now you may never leave' situation, this should be fun!

Our first order of business ended up being sliding down the massive ice ramp. We're both alright, though we ended up crashing straight into a snow bank. After exploring the village itself, we took a lap around the frozen lake. As we were doing so, we passed what appeared to be a family of deer with a fawn! (Sketch below)

We've finished our canter around the lake, and now we're just taking a walk. The lights above us are magnificent, casting everything in a magical sort of glow. It looks like Big Bonny might have a story to tell, so we'll take a quick break there.

She told us a story about the Ice Witch. Hmm... the Ice Witch kind of reminds me of Katja. Nevertheless, we headed back up the path to the ice ramp to talk with another of the Caprans. They sent us to try out a race, which, to put it mildly, was absolutely exhilarating. The final part was crazy, with a shining magic bridge appearing beneath Rosedawn's hooves. We could see the whole village as we ran! Though, it was definitely nerve-wracking, my fear of heights practically hyperventilating.

It was getting a bit too chilly to stay in the village, so Rosedawn and I headed back to Moorland. Rosedawn liked the sleigh ride about as much as she did the first time, which wasn't very much. It turned out that maybe it would've been wiser to stay at the Winter Village, seeing as we walked right into a blizzard. We headed up to Nilmer's Highland, following a beam of light that could be messing with the weather and causing this blizzard. The snow was up to Rosedawn's chest, and it was safe to say that Oak definitely wasn't enjoying himself. We found Rowan stuck in the snow and helped them recover their supplies. The snow was dying down by that time, and Rowan was able to continue on their way. Perhaps now we finally ought to check on the Soul Riders in Valedale.

Everything looks so serene when covered in snow. We headed through Silverglade Village, passing the castle, which had had its' towers dusted in snow. The pastures were filled with snow, though many of the horses looked, for the most part, quite unbothered with the whole situation. Next stop, the Hollow Woods!

We traveled through the Hollow Woods, and everything but Rosedawn's hoofbeats and our breathing were nearly silent. The old, burned summer house was a dark scar on the otherwise light-colored surrounding. Though, it didn't look out of place. We didn't see anyone on our way to Valedale, though with how cold it was, it wasn't a great surprise.

Finally, after quite a few detours, we made it to Valedale Village. There were a few horses in the stables, all with blankets on, most of them eating or sleeping. We walked to Elizabeth's old house, and sadness filled me for a brief moment. I still missed her sometimes. On a happier note, I found all four Soul Riders, Concorde, and Misty all inside, and recalled seeing the Soul Horses alongside Blondie in the stable. As we walked past, Farah offered me some herbal tea which I gratefully accepted, and volunteered to take another order of herbal tea over to Avalon's, where I was already headed. I headed inside to find Avalon's house overrun with quite a few people I knew. I should've brought more tea.

We left a couple hours later, and just as I was thinking that this day couldn't get much crazier, I found myself talking to a penguin. He challenged Rosedawn and me to a race, which of course neither of us could refuse. Racing with/against penguins was an... interesting experience to say the least.

The sun would be going down soon, so we headed to Redwood Point. I ensured that I didn't have anything that I needed to do today before taking Rosedawn down into the stables and heading to the cabin. They weren't going to believe the stuff I was about to drop on them.

[casuallivi]

HC: Elain, your neighbourhood friendly witch 😊

Warning: A few F-bombs. This spiraled more than I originally intended, but who cares?! little bit of HC for Elain sprinkled with sweet nothings and a mini fic at the end ☺️☺️☺️ Let’s go!

Imagine this: As a witch Elain, who is very nature-oriented, would explore her powers by unleashing them through her baking and gardening.

Elain could easily fell into a Divination Witch role as her cauldron-blessed powers push her too be. She also has affinity for being a Kitchen Witch or a Green Witch. So she does not pledge herself to only one category, choosing to navigate through the different pull of nature and explore her connections.

Her divination comes from her seer powers; a chaotic mass of dreams, visions and feeling that Elain is learning how to control and summon. She can peer through the different conceptions of time and reality.  For her, seeing different futures is as common as the sun rising every day. Foreign urges and hidden pulls are the hardest to tame, but she will learn.

One of Elain’s pleasure in life comes from bringing joy through food. She loves to cook and play with different spices and shapes and textures.  Little by little she starts to infuse her magic into the things she makes. Her hands converting into a powerful tool of release for all the accumulate power and energy.

The different benefits of roots and vegetables, spices and herbs – she’ve read them all. After Nyx’s birth the kitchen has a semi-permanent parsley and turmeric scent, broths and soups always boiling to nurse Feyre back to health.

When a certain illyrian is gloom, she’ll bake his favorite pastry. Softly humming as she kneads the dough to perfection, wishing to sooth and brighten his day as she adds the lemon juice and sugar and nightberries in a pot to create the filing. She makes sure to bake two batches, or else Cassian’s sharp nose will find the hidden treats and leave nothing for her shadowsinger.

When Cassian leaves the river house his hands are usually packed with plasters of Arnica, Aloe vera and Yarrow for Nesta’s training bruises, plus a special yellowish blend of herbs that when mixed with cold water will ease the aches of the muscles. A similar blend to the brownish one she placed in Rhys’ office to help with his knee pain.

Every garden she ever helped to tend has bloomed to perfection. They’re vibrant and full of life. Fruits, herbs, flowers. She can grow anything that she puts her mind to. She wishes good fortune and health for those who crossed her path to learn something or teach her something. 

Velaris citizens love her. She knows a lot of them by name, having helped many families after the war. They gift her with fruits that she never tasted before and trinkets that she cherishes dearly. When she shops, the children offer to carry her parcels as a ‘thank you’, for Elain is the best story teller they know. No one brings a tale to life like her. Even the fae-children-stories that she learned recently are enacted with passion.

She can wave her finger to move stones and shake the branches. The scents she describes can be smelled in the air. Her voice can change from smooth to scary in heartbeat. The sky can go from sunny to cloudy in seconds. Sometimes even shadows seem to bend at her will, casting images on the stone walls that fit the theme of the day. She can also heal knee bruises and aching tummies with honey-night-cakes.

Elain has attended every festival held in town, small or big. Trading arms with Nuala and Cerridwen to adventure through the stalls, their corporeal bodies cool to the touch. He treads behind them when he can. They girls talk so much one wouldn’t know they see each other frequently. Nuala chooses exotic types of food. Cerridwen is obsessed with varieties of alcohol. Elain stops to watch every performance, enthusiastically clapping at the jaw-dropping talents. Taking her time to taste every food and drink. Taking her boots off to dance until her feet hurt.

The bonfire crackles as the twins teach her their favorite dances. They tease her changing from corporal to mist to trick her hands and feet. Which earns them glares and gushes of air that leave their hairs a mess. When she is tired of goofing, he steps in. Twirling her so fast her giggles becomes a full laughter, the bonfire flames roaring wilder in answer. His hazel eyes are amused even when she dirties his boots with her muddy foot. Azriel is a terrific dancer who knows every step by heart. His steady hands guide her at the jolly rhythm of the flutes, bandola and drums, and Elain dances until her hair is sticking in her face. The musicians are filled with extra stamina that night, happy and energetic, hunger or thirst never crossing their minds.

That’s how Elain grows to infuse magic into ordinary things without noticing.

One day she helps a friend with her bussiness. Mini fic bellow 👇🏽👇🏽

Her carefree morning stroll came to halt in front of Stardust Bakery. Her eyes twinkling at the sign of her gift still flush with life in front of the shop. But that wasn't the only thing that made her happy, no. The shop was packed like never before. Elain made way through the tables filled with adults and children who chat and ate different types of pastries, some of them eating while standing, some of them still in line waiting for a chance to order.

From behind the counter a tall female spotted her. The corner of her green eyes wrinkling as a wide smile graced her lips, her short brown hair bobbing around her shoulder as she excitedly waved at Elain.

"You have so many clients!" Elain beamed.

"I have so many fucking clients!" Mellinda repeated delighted. "Thank you!”

Elain clicked her tongue in dismissal, “Please, you are the one who bakes delicious treats.”

“Yes, but if it wasn’t for you they wouldn’t know my talents. Your gift was truly blessed!"

"You flatter me."

"I mean it. There was a fucking line waiting for me to open the bakery today. A fucking line Elain! I've been working non-stop, it's amazing. Let's get you an apron."

Elain laughed as Mellinda dragged her to the counter, asking assistince with the orders.

The two females meet at the market around a year ago when Elain was lost amongst unknow spices. Mellinda taught her what was tart or spicy, what was woody or citrus, what went well with meals and what favored desserts, and Elain treated her to a meal. Mellinda was friendly, slipped a ‘fuck’ in every other sentence, had a sister in Day Court and was saving to open a bakery in the City of Starlight. Now the small shop had been in business for three months, but had no luck with attracting a clientele.

One night Elain woke up with Mellinda in mind, a vivid image of two white vases manifesting in her dreams. She knew exactly where to find them. The 20 inches trumpet vases were made of white ceramic with a smooth surface. Elain filled them with a bubbly pink combination of Chrysanthemums, Peonies and Azaleas, placing buds, stems and foliage at different angles for volume.

Her hands were stead and careful, her soft murmurs resonating in the quiet bedroom. Elain praised the flowers' beauty, thanking them for the work they would perform, asking for their longevity, wishing good fortune and prosperity for her friend's bakery. The flowers bloomed and swayed under Elain's guidance. She asked Nuala for a pot of the characteristic dark blue ink she used for rites, using it to draw a combination of whorls at the vase base, Feyre’s old brush warming and buzzing underneath her fingertips. On the top, Elain tied a golden silk string twice, wishing good luck and wealth for her friend.

The next morning she gifted the vases to Mellinda, whose eye's shined with unshed tears. Elain told her to place them by the front door, outside the bakery. One at the left, one at the right.

"Don't you think is best if I place them inside? To preserve the flowers." Mellinda asked.

"They are meant to be outside," Elain explained, "Don't worry, they won't die. They are happy to be here and help you."

Mellinda looked at her curiously, but did not argue, placing the vases were Elain wanted and inviting her in.

The next day, the bakery was flowing with curious and clients.

Three weeks later, Mellinda could already spot some regulars.

Three months later, the flowers were yet to wither.

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[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Like mother, like daughter

Word count: 1568

Genre: Angst but happy end

Pairing: Agatha x (adoptive) daughter!reader

Warnings: Cursing (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: I have a request for an Agatha Harkness x daughter!reader if that's okay? Basically Agatha is trying to help Reader with her magic, but something goes wrong and Agatha gets mad about it. Reader gets emotional and runs away. Agatha realizes her mistake, and how similar her actions had been to her own mothers, and goes to find Reader, maybe at the local park, possibly finding her asleep. Agatha then takes reader home and she swears not to be anything like her mother when it came to raising reader. As she fears it can lead her to possibly losing them.

Summary: Agatha loses her temper at you so you run off for alone time while she realizes how badly she messed up.

A/n: Thanks anon for this request, it was really cool! I wrote most of this late at night though so hopefully it doesn’t have too many mistakes and isn’t too bad. Okay I hope you all enjoy!

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?” Agatha screams at you, dragging you inside the house by your arm.

“It was an accident!” you tell her, trying not to cry.

“An accident that can not happen!” she yells. “What is wrong with you, I taught you better than this.”

A sob breaks free from your lips. “Please, Agatha, mum, please I’m sorry.”

“Don’t call me that right now.” she says sharply.

“Mum?” you ask, softly, not sure that’s what she meant.

“Not right now, I can’t handle that.”

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again!” you promise, tears starting to run down your face.

“I don’t care about that,” she tells you, “you’ve already messed up and almost completely blew our cover here in Westview. Do you understand how big of a deal that is? You should be able to control your powers by now, you are not a child.”

“I know, I’m-”

“If I hear you say sorry one more time I’m going to make sure you can’t speak for the rest of the week.” she interrupts. “Go to your room, I need time to fix your mistake.”

“But-”

“Go to your room Y/n.”

You nod meekly and turn to leave the room. You’ve never seen her so angry before, never directed at you at least. You know you messed up and lost control of your magic but it was an accident, you thought she would be annoyed for sure but you assumed that she would try to help you, not yell. Evidently you were wrong though.

As soon as you get to your room you throw yourself on the bed and curl into a ball, wrapping your arms around your body as tightly as you can. Everything she said hurts but her not allowing you to call her mum is the one that hurts the most. Because you can sort of understand why she’s mad because you did mess up but you didn’t think that calling her mum was conditional. She had always been there for you, ever since your birth parents had died when you were barely old enough to remember and you consider her your mum, even if it isn’t anything official.

You sob at the thought of her hating you now. The entire house seems to suffocate you with her magic, unnoticeable to a regular human but unbearable to you. It reeks of disappointment and you watch from the widow as she swirls her magic around, cleaning up the mess you made and keeping the citizens of the town far away. You don’t understand why protecting this town is so important to her but she’s made it clear that whatever the reason it may be, it is more important to her than you.

You watch as the mess disappears, the fences fixed and the magic swirling in the air gone. Slowly the people unpause like nothing happened and things resume to normal. She comes back inside and you think about what to say if she comes to talk to you. You don’t know how to act, she’s never been this mad at you before, although you haven’t messed up your magic this much before so you have nothing to compare it to.

You don’t think you can stand to see her that angry and disappointed again and you don’t want to talk to her. As silently as you can you move across your room and open the window, cringing as it makes a loud squeaking noise. You slide one leg out and then the other so you’re sitting on the ledge awkwardly before looking to make sure no one is coming. Once you’re absolutely sure the coast is clear (you do not need to be in even more trouble for accidentally revealing magic to someone in the town) you slowly float down until you land softly one the lawn.

The park is only a few minutes walk away so it doesn’t take long to run there. In the back there is a group of trees that will help hide you from view so you immediately go there, leaning up against one of them, your knees pulled up to your chest, thinking about everything.

You don’t know what you would do without Agatha. She’s the only parental figure you know and it’s not like you have any friends to turn to. Being a witch isn’t exactly a great way to fit in and you move around far too much to get attached to anyone anyways. You can only hope that she continues teaching you magic and control and doesn’t decide that you’re not good enough for it anymore.

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She waits a few seconds after she knocks on your door only to hear no response.

“Y/n?” she calls, waiting a few seconds again. There’s still no response. Slowly she pushes the door open, only to find you gone and the window wide open. She rushes to the edge but it’s no use, you aren’t within sight to her.

She thinks about why you would have done that and ashamedly realizes it’s entirely her fault. You have always been a great daughter who listens and tries hard. If she hadn’t yelled at you then you would be here and happy but instead she had to mess everything up. Your mistake wasn’t that bad, and even if it was she shouldn’t have yelled. Her silent promise to herself had always been to be a better mother than hers ever was and she had failed, badly.

“You have failed me once again.”

“I am sorry mother.”

“You apologies are worthless without change.”

“I will change mother, give me time.”

“You have one more chance. Disappoint me again and you will not like the consequences.”

Agatha remembers with great clarity the exact words said between her and her own mother, the moment she vowed to never do the same. Perhaps she has more in common with her mother than she once thought. She knows that although she probably has already acted like her mother a lot, the one thing she can do is try to right her wrongs and apologize. With that in mind, she floats out of the window, determined to find you as soon as possible.

It’s not hard. The town isn’t very big and you love nature, find it calming, so it was easy to narrow down her search to the park before spotting you by the trees. She approaches you slowly, feeling surprisingly nervous, less like a mother and more like a child who accidentally scribbled all over the walls.

“Y/n?” she asks softly and you spin to face her, your eyes wide and unsure. She feels her heart break a little, knowing her actions caused your slight distrust.

“Agatha.” you greet, trying to keep your voice level. Once again she feels a tug at her heart. You’ve almost only called her mum for years so using Agatha is a deliberate choice because she told you not to call her mum.

“Sweetheart, will you come home so we can talk?” she asks.

“I’d prefer to talk here if that’s okay.” you respond. At least in public she can’t yell at you.

“Of course,” she says, “whatever makes you comfortable.”

You give her a tiny smile. She doesn’t seem mad like before. You want to protect your heart but you can’t help but hope that she’s not mad at all anymore.

“I came here to apologize for the way I treated you. It wasn’t okay and I shouldn’t have yelled, it was a simple mistake, an accident and it wasn’t your fault.” she tells you and you smile a little bit more, still hesitant. “You shouldn’t have to be afraid of making mistakes around me, I know what it’s like from my own mother and I never want our relationship to be the same as mine was with her.”

“Can I still call you mum?” you ask and she nods. You still look so small and hesitant, like you can’t believe she’s being nice to you again so she moves closer and gently wraps her arms around you. Even during normal times she isn’t usually affectionate so at the feeling of her hug small tears slip out of your eyes until it builds and you’re sobbing in relief.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, so sorry.” she whispers into your ear. “I love you and even if I’m upset I will always be your mum and I will always do my best to protect you too.”

“I love you too mum.” you tell her. “And for the record I think that you are nothing like your mother.”

She feels a warm feeling in her chest, one of happiness. She may not be perfect but she was trying and you were here and you were her daughter. She knows that she’ll probably still have a lot to do to get you to fully trust her again, to feel one hundred percent safe, but for now it is enough to simply comfort you, and to comfort herself. Today was the closest she’d come to losing you and the scariest, she saw a part of herself she wishes didn’t exist and everything was nearly her fault. She hugs you tighter, making sure that it was real and you were here.

“Can we go home now?” you ask.

She smiles at your use of the word home. “Of course.”

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[galactic-magick]

As Long As I’m With You: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Hi, can you please do where Agnes (a villain) saves fem reader's life because she has feelings for her? In the end they end up together // also took some ideas from this request

Summary: You’re accused of witchcraft in your village, and a mysterious beautiful witch comes to your aid.

Words: 2200+

Warnings: fem reader, Agatha is low key evil so she hurts some people, a swear word, reader has an angsty past

Author’s Notes: This can be read as either a standalone fic or as a prequel to my other fic “Spell Practice.” I took quite a lot of creative liberty with this, hopefully that’s alright. Also disclaimer I am in no way a history expert so even though this is set in like the 1500s-1600s it’s probably very inaccurate, but it’s fanfic so anything goes right?

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You had no idea how much your life would change when you left your house that day.

It started out with a simple run to the market and the garden to get what you needed for supper that night, a job that almost always falls to you. You don’t necessarily mind getting away from your family and talking to some people in town, but it’s clear that your family doesn’t want you in the house as much as possible either.

It’s gotten to the point where they’re just looking for a reason to get rid of you. You’re a disappointment, after all. You refuse to marry in order to help your family’s status, even though you’ve gotten a couple offers. You counter your parent’s rules and ideas every chance you get, no matter how much they tell you you’re crazy. They belittle you constantly, saying your dreams are worth nothing and you’ll have to be dependent on them forever if you never submit to the role in society you’re supposed to.

Obviously bullying you out of their lives wasn’t working, so they’ve moved on to spreading rumors about you and setting you up for crimes. None have worked yet, of course, but every day you fear they’ll get too close.

Until you get burned at the stake, though, they’ve given you basically every responsibility of the house. You do all the shopping, cooking, and farming, as well as taking care of your younger siblings. You wonder what they’d do without you, despite how much they seem to want you gone.

As you’re buying a few crops and eggs from your neighbors, you swear you see something move. You turn around and see a little boy floating in the air, screaming.

You drop everything in your arms and reach up to him, trying to grab him and help him down, but he keeps flailing, and his screams start to feel directed at you.

“Hey! It’s okay! Let me help you!” you hold your hand up, speaking as calmly as you can. “I’m not going to hurt you,”

“WITCH!” a man yells as he sees you. “SHE’S A WITCH!”

Everyone around turns and watches you.

“No! No! I’m not the one doing this! I’m trying to help!”

“Let him down and maybe we’ll wait to kill you til tomorrow!” someone else demands.

A couple people march towards you to grab you, and all you can think to do is start running.

You race out of the center of town into the trees, and about five men chase after you. You keep going until it feels like your legs are going to give out and you can barely breathe, but they keep coming.

“Please! Please stop! It wasn’t me I swear!” you cry. “I don’t know what was happening!”

“Shut up, girl,” one grunts. “Your father always said there was something wrong with you, makes sense that you’re a witch!”

“What’s so wrong about witches?” a female voice calls.

You and the men spin around, trying to figure out where it came from.

Before you can blink there’s purple smoke surrounding you, and the men are thrown against the trees. They’re knocked unconscious instantly, but you remain standing and untouched.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice quivering.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” the smoke starts to fade and you can make out her silhouette, then eventually her face. “I’m here to help you,”

She’s beautiful. You’ve never seen someone that immediately feels so friendly, so different in all the best ways.

“It’s alright to stare, I know I’m quite a sight,” she laughs. “I’m Agatha,”

“I’m Y/N,”

“Ah, yes, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of you,” she smiles. “Everyone in the village can barely stand you,”

“Thanks…?” you’re not sure how to respond, especially after all that just happened. “Wait, if you live in my village, why have I never seen you? And how come you’ve never gotten caught using magic?”

“Memory spells, of course,” she shrugs. “Now, let’s get you somewhere safe, alright?”

You nod, and she wraps an arm around you. She takes you deep into the forest until you reach a small house, the glimmer of the fire peering through the windows.

You settle down on a chair while she makes some tea and food. She offers you a blanket and hands you the cup and plate, sitting down across from you.

“So how long have you been practicing magic?” she asks.

“Oh…I…well actually I don’t know how to use any magic,”

“Really? Why were the witch hunters after you then?”

“I was set up, I think,” you say. “There was a little boy floating in the air, and since I was near him they thought it was me. But I wasn’t doing anything,”

“Well,” Agatha sips her tea. “Sometimes magic can manifest itself subconsciously. Maybe you were doing it but didn’t realize it. It’s quite common,”

“But…how would I have magical powers? I’ve never learned it from anywhere,”

“Some people are just born with the gift,” she grins.

You exhale, thinking over what she said. Could it be true? You’ve been a witch all your life without even knowing it?

 -

 That night, Agatha conjures another bed for you to sleep in. But even though she made it as comfortable as she possibly could, you can’t get a wink of sleep.

You lift off the blanket and wrap it tightly around you, getting up slowly and quietly. You walk outside and sit against a tree, looking up at the stars.

You’re sure your family has heard the news by now. Their disappointment of a daughter is finally gone, accused of witchcraft. It seems that the foreseeable future will be spent with Agatha, the only safe person you have.

You wonder just how much she already knows about you. She mentioned she’s heard people gossiping about you all the time in town, yet she still saved you after hearing all those negative things.

Why is that?

“Can’t sleep?”

You jump at her voice, and she chuckles a bit at your reaction.

“Sorry,” you sigh. “I just have a lot to think about from today, I guess,”

“No worries,” she sits down beside you. “So do I,”

“Agatha,” you say. “Why did you save me?”

“Us witches have to stick together. I saw you were in trouble, so I saved you,”

“But you knew, didn’t you? You’ve known I was a witch long before this, didn’t you?”

“I had my suspicions,” she agrees. “Whenever I heard people talk about you, I figured you weren’t like everyone else. But I didn’t know for sure until today,”

“I wish you had taken me before,” you huff, a few tears falling down your cheeks. “It’s been so bad, Agatha, feeling worthless just because you’re different, everyone hates you…”

She pulls you into her shoulder, letting you cry into it, “I know, dear, I know,”

 -

 It takes you a while to come to terms with your potential powers, but as soon as you’re ready Agatha begins to teach you how to use them. You spend your days studying her spell books and practicing simple spells, most of which you fail at.

She encourages you as much as possible, explaining to you that magic is not something you can learn overnight, sometimes not even over years. She tells you that she’s actually thousands of years old (a surprise to you due to her stunning looks) and she’s been practicing for much of that time, and there’s still some spells she hasn’t mastered.

Your impatience still gets the better of you most days, though. You can’t imagine waiting several centuries to get something to work, if you get it to work at all.

One day you’re sitting at the table, trying out a simple transfiguration spell. You wave your hand repeatedly at a potato, hoping to turn it into an apple. It doesn’t even wobble, not even a single spark, but you’ve been sitting here for hours and don’t want to give up just yet.

You nearly fall asleep from exhaustion when all of a sudden it happens. It works.

There’s an apple in front of you. Not a potato, an apple.

“Holy shit!” you scream. “Agatha! I did it!”

You run over to her and point at your small accomplishment.

“Look at you go, darling!” she smiles, hugging you. “At this rate you’ll be changing rocks into cats before you’re 200!”

You laugh, “Oh come on, this is literally just one of the beginner spells,”

“So what? That’s where everybody starts,”

You break out in giddy excitement again, jumping up and down a bit and looking back and forth just to make sure your creation is still there.

Without thinking, you kiss Agatha quickly on the lips.

She stares at you, mouth open.

Before you can apologize, she grabs your face and kisses you hard. She’s everything you’d imagined and more, soft and warm but with a spark you can’t ignore.

When you finally break apart, her hands linger, brushing across your features and in your hair, “I’ve been waiting to do that,”

 -

 Things change after that, but in only the best ways.

Agatha isn’t just your mentor anymore, the only friend who came to your aid.

She’s your everything now, a soulmate, your home.

You tell her all about your life, and she tells you all about hers. As she has significantly more stories to tell, you’ll fall asleep many nights to her whispering all the legends she lived through that no one else knows are true.

She makes you laugh every day, and makes sure you always know how much she cares about you. There’s only so much you can do in your hidden home in the woods, but with magic the possibilities are endless and she’s never short of romantic ideas.

Tonight you find yourself lying your head in her lap while she plays with your hair, close to the fire so you can watch the little shows she creates with the flames.

“What about love?” you ask.

“What about it?”

“Out of all the stories you’ve told me, you’ve never mentioned being in love before,”

“Well,” she sighs. “That’s because I haven’t been,”

“Why not?”

“It’s just never appealed to me,” she says. “Until I met you,”

“Oh,” you grin, looking up at her.

She leans down to kiss you, but you’re broken apart by a loud noise outside.

You shoot up, looking at Agatha in pure panic. Your heart races as the noise gets louder and louder, eventually leading to shouting and knocks at the door.

“WE FOUND YOU!” a booming voice yells.

“Aggie?” you whisper. Everything crumbles around you. Your perfect, happy life, now about to be stolen from you. You have no idea how they found you, if you are about to be dead, if you’ll be able to defend yourself at all.

She kisses you and stands up, “Stay here. I’ll take care of it,”

With a fling of her fingers the door flies open, and the torches the townspeople are holding are burnt out. She smirks, purple smoke covering the area as she goes through them one by one, some just throwing to the side and others suffering a painful death.

She turns their own weapons against them, their own people against them, and makes them regret everything they’ve ever done.

When she returns to you, you’re still in so much shock and panic you couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing.

“Did you…kill all of them?”

“They got what they deserved for threatening us,” she says nonchalantly. “But we’re not safe here anymore. It’s time to find somewhere new,”

“Okay,” you nod as she pulls you against her. “As long as I’m with you,”

“I’ll always protect you, even when you learn enough to protect yourself,” she kisses your forehead. “Always and forever,”

 APPROXIMATELY FOUR CENTURIES LATER

 “I’m back, darling!” Agatha calls, shutting the door behind her.

“How’d it go?” you run to her, grabbing her hands.

“Splendid, that poor Wanda already loves her new neighbor!”

“Wow,” you giggle. “You know I must say, this whole living in a sitcom thing isn’t that bad, you look gorgeous in that 50s dress,”

“Oh darling, somehow after all this time you still flatter me,” she pretends to fan herself. “I have to go back over real quick, alright? Gotta give her this spicy magazine,” she holds her hand up in the air and magically forms one in her grasp.

“Ah! Be sure to get some ideas to use on me when you get back,” she laugh.

“Oh I will honey,” she winks, kissing you before going out the door.

You settle on the couch, looking around at your home. Out of all the places you’ve moved to together, this was by far the weirdest. There’s no color, and everyone besides you and Agatha and Wanda are under some kind of mind control.

You never imagined that day all those years ago would bring you here, spending your life with a beautiful witch and being her partner in all things, even sinister ones. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, and you know this strange town will only bring you more opportunities to practice your magic and help Agatha with her plans.

[ynscrazylife]

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Will You Marry Me?

Summary: Agatha proposes to Y/N!

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(IMAGE ID: Agatha standing in front of the path/beside the fence to Wanda’s house, wearing a black, red, and white checkered blouse. Her hair is in curls and she’s carrying a plant. Agatha turns and looks over her shoulder at the camera, making an exaggerated, surprised face (an ‘O’ shape with her mouth). The screen transforms into black and white from previously in color.

Agatha almost squealed in relief when she finally finished making the most beautiful and perfect engagement ring. A big and wide grin was spread across her face as she let out a content breath of relief, leaning back against the couch’s cushions and placing her hands on her lap, admiring the ring. The brunette had been trying to get it just right for the past couple days and she was finally satisfied with it, having finished only hours before her and Y/N’s date.

She was so lost in looking at the ring - how on the outside it appeared just simple and pretty but if you really peered in you’d see how intricate, detailed, and marvelous it was - that she didn’t hear Y/N’s footsteps down the staircase until she heard her voice.

“Watcha doing?” Y/N asked, her enthused voice making Agatha jump and quickly snatch the ring, curling her hand around it. 

“Oh, nothing,” the lie delicately left Agatha’s lips as she stood up and walked over to her girlfriend, smiling when she saw how beautiful she was looking with her hair pulled back and wearing her favorite dress. 

“I’m going to go run to the store,” Y/N told her girlfriend (and hopefully soon-to-be-finace) and leaned forward, pecking her on the lips. 

Agatha nodded, still smiling. “I’m gonna go get ready for our big date,” she said quietly and as the two passed each other, they shared a small chuckle. 

A couple hours later, the two women were walking home from having an extravagant and delicious date at Y/N’s favorite restaurant. Agatha is wearing a sleek long, black coat, her hair pulled off her face, wearing elegant boots as she walked hand-in-hand with Y/N, who was wearing her favorite outfit, hair also done up. In one hand Agatha was gripping Y/N’s and in the other she had it stuffed into her pocket, gripping the black, velvet box that contained the most precious thing to her (after Y/N, of course). 

It was quiet that night. Y/N was happily breathing in the fresh air, still on Cloud 9 from their amazing date, as she enjoyed their quiet stroll and looked around town. She liked this. Not having to rush, just being able to enjoy the world. 

Agatha, however, was so immersed in her thoughts, her excitement, and her nerves that she almost screwed up her plan. They had almost walked past the park completely when she realized.

“Oh!” Agatha said, trying not to sound too surprised as she stopped walking abruptly. “Should we walk through the park?” 

Y/N immediately nodded and swung their intertwined fingers back-and-forth as they walked. Inside Agatha was bouncing, quite riled up in comparison to her calm and floating girlfriend, but Agatha was also a good actress. 

The Witch slowly led Y/N onto the grass.

“Won’t the park rangers mind?” Y/N asked when she realized where they were going, but wasn't protesting. 

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Agatha answered simply, shrugging.

The field was empty, their only company being the stars in the sky. Agatha was thankful that Y/N was peering up at that, probably trying to find a constellation, because it gave her the opportunity she needed to smoothly transition into the proposal. 

“Y/N,” Agatha said her name so quiet and gentle but also firm and so meaningful that it spooked Y/N as she met the brunette eyes, Agatha taking her hands in her own. 

“Yes?” Y/N asked, letting out a small giggle as she looked into her beautiful eyes, not knowing what was happening.

Agatha grinned and when she slowly got down on one knee, Y/N gasped, her eyes wide, and her hand flying up to cover her mouth when tears streamed down her face. 

Agatha chuckled and got out the ring from the box. “Y/N, you are the love of my life. You ground me. You heal me. You make everyday worth living. I’ve never been more happy ever since I met you and you are by far the best thing to happen to me. Words like beautiful, extraordinary, inspiring . . . They aren’t enough and don’t do justice to describe how amazing you are and to describe my love for you. I never want to go a single second without you by my side - I could never forget you - which is why I’d like to ask you, my love, my darling, my world, if you’ll marry me,” Agatha said, and presented her the ring.

It did look a bit simple from far away but, looking real close, engraved you could see a flower and in its blooming was Y/N and Agatha’s initials. It also read the name of the first song they kissed to at the bottom.

Y/N was at a loss for words, amazed by it all. She was smiling so much her cheeks hurt! The woman let out another happy sob before doing her best to compose herself. 

“You make me so happy - yes!” 

The words came out as the loudest and happiest whisper and gasp of air ever heard and Agatha, not being able to wait any longer, slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, stood up, and kissed her. Y/N kissed back happily, arms around Agatha’s neck as Agatha put one arm around her waist and the other cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

[adelitaflores]

Todo para la familia

@alejandro-flores​ 

Where: Flores Estate

When: Midnight

Given the recent events the entire Flores family had upped their security detail, rarely seen about town without their shadow guardians. Adelita herself had taken on a third man, so she was now forever flanked by her second; Matias - an older, portly witch with a near permanent scowl, whom Adelita trusted with her life - a werewolf Yessica, and now a third witch Pedro, who she had just recently assigned to her security to appease a local witch family who insisted the Flores family were playing favourites. They did, but Adelita, unlike her brother before her, actually paid attention to the politics within her coven and made strategic decisions that would benefit her, and keep her people happy. Adelita kept the peace in a way her predecessors had been incapable of doing. 

That night, when she had returned home to her estate, the wolf and new witch took turns patrolling while Adelita retired to her room, and Matias (after Adelita insisted) took the room next to hers - just close enough to be nearby if she needed him. The High Priestess was accustomed to being flanked by one man; Matias, but now with Yessica and Pedro also following her every move, she was struggling to find the time to visit her daughter. It had gotten to the point where the almost forty year old High Priestess had taken to sneaking out of her own house and using one of her cousins unused cars to drive out to Descry where her baby and baby daddy lived. That evening, she was weary, having slept less than four hours the night before and was debating on whether or not she should sneak out to visit Maria Elena. As the child grew older, each passing day brought them a little bit closer to eventual separation, and Adelita could feel the clock ticking by. Thus, despite her exhaustion, she decided to leave and see her child. 

The witch yawned as she dug out an old faded hoodie - one of Alejandro’s from his teenage hood - from the back of her huge closet and threw it over her head. She began removing her jewellery, except for the Flores family ring which glinted devilishly on her index finger, and sweeping her hair up into a bun, when she heard a noise; a thump to be exact. Like someone had hit the floor or been thrown to it. The Flores mansion was rarely empty, family came and went as they pleased, and there was constant security patrolling there now. But it was gone midnight, and Adelita exclusively enjoyed the west wing of the house, save for Matias next door, and so should not have been able to hear anyone moving around. 

The witch froze, before turning to silently creep towards the double doors of her bedroom. She pressed an ear to the heavy oak, white painted door and listened. Nothing. Not a sound, not a stirring. In her trouser pocket, Adelita felt her phone vibrate and when she checked it, she found a message from Matias. 

Someone in the house. Checking it out now. 

Though unafraid, Adelita was wary and so she sent back a quick Ok to Matias, so he would be assured she would remain where she was. That did not mean however, that the witch would not prepare herself. While Matias went out to look for the invader, Adelita pulled a crescent moon shaped blade from her dresser and whispered a small prayer. While she whispered, Adelita focused her thoughts on Matias, while pressing the tip of the blade into her palm. As a small bead of blood 

“Nyx, mother of the night, mother of sleep, mother of death: Might your darkness embrace him, Might your energy caress him, might you be his and he be yours!”.

While Matias descended through the house, he would be blessed by the magic invoked by his Priestess, and his form would be cloaked in darkness, giving him the upper hand, providing no one was prepared for this type of magic. 

Adelita waited for several minutes, holding the crescent moon shaped blade to her bloody hand before her phone buzzed once more, this time it was a call from Matias’ phone. With steady hands, the Priestess lifted the phone to her ear and waited to hear the familiar grumble of her number two on the other end. 

[tempesttragedya]

@escapedartgeek submitted...

Name:  Zora Andrews Age:  31 Brief Summary: Interdimensional ever-shifting artist, came from a weird small town and just got weirder as they grew up. Often roaming between worlds when not having existential crises. They do a lot of interesting strange work, listen to a lot of music, do a lot of reading about music, art, and cultural studies. has something of an anti authority streak. Kind of reserved due to always checking out who could handle them being around. Otherwise, they have a dry, absurd humor and they can be pretty easy to get on with. Looking for: Open for platonic, romantic, and just weird interactions just because.

If you want weird, I have to recommend Nyx! They’re a witch from way back who sold their soul in a bid to save their love’s life. It didn’t work out, and they gained immortality along the way! Much eldritch, very strange. Is now essentially a shade, can manipulate shadows, all in all a good time!

Laura is one of my main muses, and she in particular is a good, kind soul who just always wants to help. She also has a dry humor, more often than not, some can have a hard time deciphering if she’s joking or not. But she also LOVES puns. so it’s either all or nothing in that aspect. 

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SALEM - Prologue

SAVED FIC - CMZ

None of these works belong to me, they are saved works from a different account. Thank you.

Summary: In all the centuries of your existence, you had never been dragged out of hiding by another god, put in a superhero team and forced to save the universe. But it seems your luck has run out.

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You almost smiled as you were lead through town. The words “kill her” echoing in your head. The rope around you hands burned, and the straw of the cart below you was not a pleasant seat. But the smile never left your face. Not even for a minute.

Humans could be so… funny, sometimes.

Any other person would be petrified. The townspeople, even some you had considered friends, were chanting “witch” over and over again, until their voices seemed to blend together. Any other person would be scared about being executed for something they know to be impossible.

Any other person.

You smiled because they were right. You were a witch. Well, daughter of Nyx. Close enough.

You turned to one of the women next to you, a close friend of yours, Y/n. She had gotten tied up in your ‘court case’, standing up to defend you. Unfortunately, it seems to have backfired. You weren’t worried for you, Hades was a friend of your mother. You had nothing to worry about when it came to the afterlife. And Y/n was nothing but a good woman. As terrified of death as you were, there was no doubt the two of you would be staying in Elysium together for eternity.

“Good to see they finally got one, hm?” She seemed to appreciate the humour.

“Did they?” She turned to you. She had tear streaks down her face, her eyes puffy and red from the night she had obviously spent crying. You could hear her through the grates in the prison. You were sure she knew that, but she still acted as if she hadn’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning sobbing. And the more she sobbed, the more the reality of your situation set in.

Your mother had decided to stay with mortals for a few years before leaving you with your father, so the two of you were raised together. Y/n was everything to you. You loved her, and now you were certain you were both going to die. She’d never see the rest of human existence, not with you, not with anyone. It was obviously inevitable, but that didn’t make the shock of being burned alive go away.

A tear involuntarily fell down your face. You ignored it, putting on as strong a front as you could muster.

“Funny, they burn good women, and now they attempt to burn a demigod.”

You had tried to tell her about your… situation… when you were younger. She didn’t believe you at first, but with some small acts of magic and more interesting spells, she learned more about the existence of gods. Both Greek and (to your dismay) Norse. At first you wanted to share your gifts, help mortals advance. Your mother, and most of your godly siblings were rather divided when it came to offering assistance. So it was generally frowned upon, unless you were a god that needed to help them. Or hurt them, like your sisters Nemesis and the Moirai. Some of them even scared you with stories of gods and titans who thought the same way you did. And now, you finally see why.

“I suppose. So many good women burned. Good wives. And now us added to the pile. Seems our fate lies in the hands of the gods now.”

You looked around the cart. None of them deserved to die.

An older maid was staring quietly at the ground, praying. Another seemed to be a teenager, nervously glancing around at everyone else, stunned at the situation.The other two were about your age, whispering to each other words of encouragement, of hope. But the gods are crueler than you’d like to admit.

Y/n nudged your side, smiling softly. “Tell me we’ll be okay. That somehow we’ll get out of this.”

Your smile dropped. You swallowed.

“I… Y/n. You know there’s we can’t-”

“I know. But please.” Her eyes were brimming with tears again. “I just want to hear you say it.”

You nodded, a tear found its way down your face. In all the commotion, you had sort of forgotten this was goodbye.

“We’ll be okay.” It almost made you cringe.

“Again? Please?”

“We’ll be okay, Y/n/n. We’ll be okay.”

A shout interrupted you. A small plea that the cart driver had forgotten something and needed to return to the other side of town escaped your lips. No such luck.

“The guilty will step out, onto the grass.” A man opened the gate. He seemed mad, but his eyes held what looked like a flash of sympathy. Pity it wouldn’t help.

Your heels clicked against a stone, and you looked around. Mixed expressions. Some angry, some sad, some seemed almost confused. You reached behind you, offering your hand to Y/n. She took it. You were really going to miss her. Not that crying would help now.

You held on tight. She gripped your hand so harshly the skin of your palms turned white. The women before you had their turn, leaving behind ash and burned flesh. Y/n’s head fell onto your shoulder. You wondered how this would look to the gods who had faith in you. The ones that were entertained by you. Your mother would weep. She loved you with everything. It is not everyday she has a child, much less one with her abilities.

Y/n pressed her body closer and closer to you, melting into your side. You stroked her hair, calming her slightly. It wasn’t long before the two of you were up.

You made your way upto the charred wood as some villagers dumped more firewood onto the still hot cinders. They burned your shoes, the stench of burned rubber wafted up to your nose making you scrunch back. A still smoking shoe made you wonder if the smell was from a previous victim.

“Hey.” You turned. Well, as much as you could. One of the villagers— you thought he was a baker—was tying rope around you and Y/n. It scratched against your back, and splinters pricked through your dress.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean for it to happen like this.” You gripped her hand, fire licking at your heels. Your grip tightened. So did hers.

“It’s not your fault.”

It tightened, and tightened, and tightened. Her screams, like the screams of the other, echoed through the hollow village After a while, her hand froze in place. Black scarring covered her hand and it felt hard as stone.

And you cried.

***

Learning to live on Earth as it advanced was a difficult transition to say the least. After your ‘death’, you took the position of another war god as well as a goddess of magic. You didn’t object in the slightest. Your magical abilities and fighting skills were far beyond the average, although you thought using magic on everyone you meet (besides helping every now and then) wasn’t exactly fair. Although you did meet a few worthy enemies, ones that required your magic use. That, was truly fun.

And now, you were free to live as a full god. With occasional nightmares. God status didn’t let you forget the more… human parts of you. So you went on living your life on Earth with people that were no longer your fellow humans. They were now, as Zeus so lovingly put it, “subjects to be toyed with”. Something you didn’t like, but so goes the life of an Olympian.

Several hundred years later you took on a new name, a new identity. Leave your mortal self completely behind you. Thanks to your status as a god, it was easy to find others like you that chose to stay on earth instead of Olympus or Asgard.

That’s how you met Thor, a fellow god and someone who had quite a lot of respect for your place as a greek war god. Typically Asgardians and Olympians weren’t the best of friends but, to both of your surprise, the two of you got along incredibly well, and through the years he helped you grow quite fond of Earth, or as he called it, “Midgard”.

You finally had a new life, a new name. Although Thor still referred to your Greek name every now and then, you thought it would be rather poetic to take Y/n’s.

You lived in peace. Making friends, watching them die, and eventually just having Thor by your side. It was years later, after Thor joined a new team, when Nick Fury first talked to you. He attempted to make it clear who was in charge, before you decided to whip out the fact that he was standing in front of a literal god. Of course, he’s Nick Fury. So he didn’t do much, although Thor vouched for the fact that you were no threat. Just a goddess trying to exist, even if you were a war goddess.

But, what’s better than one god on the Avenger’s team?

Two.

So (finally) Thor wore you down, and today. Today you were officially joining the Avengers with a rather appropriate moniker (in your opinion).

Salem.

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Marvel OCs ( wip )

Name: Nico Ikol

Story:

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Summary: Let’s get one thing straight, Nico was absolutely not some kinda norse god Okay? Nor the reborn version of one or whatever. They were just a normal kid. 

Okay so they sorta had a knack for getting people to agree with them and fine they’ve been having dreams about a blonde man with way too long hair and lightning and then there’s the whole...powers thing.

But I mean, aside from that.

And oh yeah the guy from their dreams is at the door claiming he’s their lost long brother. 

Name: Ruth Parker

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Rowan Blachard

Summary: Ruthie Paker has been dubbed her brother’s shadow from the first time they arrived at their aunt and uncle’s doorstep. The siblings have been together through everything; their parent’s deaths, their adoption by their aunt and uncle, their uncle’s death. It was the Parker kids against the world.

So when Peter starts acting weird Ruthie’s the first ( and it starts to dawn on her, the only one) who notices.

Name:  Astrid Odinsdotter

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Summary: Loki wasn’t the only child stolen from a battlefield. Nor was he the only one Odin and Freya raised as their own. Astrid was raised along side her brother as the princess of Asgard unware of her parentage; but her world gets thrown into utter chaos first when her brother is exiled to Migard and then when her true parentage is brought to light.  

Name: Grace Wilder.

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Kat Graham

Summary: tbd ( takes place in Runways) 

Name: Isabelle Nyx

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Holland Roden

Summary: Heir apparent to Nyx Incorporated, Isabelle like all of the PRIDE kids seems to have it made. Never mind the fact that her best friend killed herself or that her friend group fell apart soon after. 

On the anniversary of Amy’s death, Isa tries reaching out to her former friends but out of everyone, Alex Wilder seems to be the only one interested in mourning Amy with her. She’s surprised when the others join them, and even more surprised by what they find out.

“Fuck our parents. How about we actually run away.”

Name: Michelle -Miche- De Santos

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Siena Agudong.

Summary: Miche  knows the church of  the Gibberin is evil, knows that they paste on happy grins to prey on runaway kids. She knows because they killed her sister. The problem is no one believes her. It doesn’t matter though, she’s not gonna stop until she figures out how to make people see the rich assholes for the evil they are.

Except that she wasn’t planning to find the very children of the people she’s sworn vengeance against. 

And apparently, they ran away.

Name: Lucille Harkness.

Story: tbd.

Faceclaim: Amber Benson

Summary: Lucille knows about Agatha Harkness, how could she not. She grew up on stories of the witch that betrayed her coven ( Lucille’s coven) and committed the most atrocious of acts against their own during the time of the Salem trials. Agatha’s name was whispered in Lucille’s family, a warning of how reaching for forbidden knowledge could corrupt; a horror story of the witch who slaughtered her own kind without a care in the world. 

Still she never expected to find any trace of her in her lifetime, never expected Agatha to be more than whispers and campfire side stories, much less find out she’s in  a bubble of  Chaos Magic in a small town in New Jersey. 

Name: Nancy Keener

Story: The Mechanic

Faceclaim: Sadie Sink

Summary: tbd

Name: Tracey Stein.

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Sophie Lillis

Summary: Tracey has known her dad was evil since he beat her brother over a B-. She’s also known better than to think anyone would believe her. Except for of course her brother. They both knew it, they covered for each other, protected each other and that was enough. Even when their social group expanded to include the other PRIDE kids, it had always been her and Chase against the world. When Nico’s sister died and their little friend group falls apart it’s still the two of them against the world. 

And then on the anniversary of Amy’s death the siblings find themselves at Alex Wilder’s house of all places. Turns out her dad’s not the only evil asshole in their parent’s little social club. Turns out all their parents are.

Turns out they have to runaway. 

Name: Gwendolyn -Wendy- Maximoff

Story: tbd.

Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown

Summary: Finding out her brother was a mutant and that the men who came to look for him when she was five years old, finding out she herself was a mutant, finding out there was a special school for mutants. Gwendolyn Maximoff thought the weirdest parts of her life were behind her. She’s starting to settle in at the institute, starting to call it home, and she has her big brother with her which is the most important night.

Then overnight Peter disappears. Months go by with Hank and the professor poring over resources and Wendy wondering when her brother might come home. When they finally find him she demands to be the one to go find him.

As it turns out she might be the only who can; and that’s how she finds herself in Westview New Jersey...on an entire different dimension. 

Name:  Kamila Maximoff

Story: ( Love ) Persevering 

Faceclaim: Malina Weissman

Summary: Kamila lives in Westview, a little town in New Jersey where nothing out of the ordinary ever happens. Kamila lives with her older sister Wanda and Wanda’s boyfriend Vision who might as well be her father for all intents and purposes. Life s simple in Westview, Kamila wakes up every day and goes to school. She helps babysit her little cousins and gets help for her advanced courses from Viz. She and Wanda are as close as ever...she thinks.

Kamila doesn’t always remember what she learned in school. Their neighbor Agnes gives her the creeps. She doesn’t remember the twins turning 1, or 2, or 3. She doesn’t know why Wanda’s the closest thing she’s had to a mother but she is. She wakes up screaming sometimes with nightmares of Vision’s body and her sister screaming and turning to dust. She feels like time isn’t passing and is passing too fast at the same time. She remembers things..things that never happened. ( why would she ever be in sci-fi YA novel looking lab? Why would Wanda?) 

Kamila lives in Westview New Jersey with her family; in a suburban little town where nothing ever seems to happen. But she’s starting to think their lives are anything but boring. 

Name: Anne Rogers

Story: tbd

Faceclaim: Sarah Michelle Gellar

Summary: Steve Roger’s genetic clone. Shield’s pet project. Avenger’s Family Member. Darcy Lewis’ girlfriend. Anne’s gone through a lot of changes throughout her existence. And a lot of loss. 

She refuses to have Darcy be one of them.

“I’m not gonna ask again assholes. Where the hell is my girlfriend?”

Might end Tyler Hayward’s entire career and existence.

Name: Audra  Ward.

Story: tbd

Faceclaim:  Zoey Deutch

Summary: Audra doesn’t remember much before her brother gained custody of her as baby. That’s what happens when your grandparents and uncle are a load of abusive assholes ( that much Grant did tell her) She doesn’t know what led to their deaths, how Grant was able to find her and gain custody when he was a teenager himself. She doesn’t know anything other that the life they build together after.  Still she has her  brother, and school,  and her life is...well not normal. One does not simply have a normal life with a brother who works for S.H.I.E.L.D but all in all her life is good. It’s her and Grant against the world, and she has a plan to graduate early and find her own calling helping to keep the world safe from H.Y.D.R.A. like her big brother does. 

Then Grant’s team finds a break in  tracking down a hacker and her life gets decidedly  more messy.  

Other Plot bunnies:https://welcometotheocverse.tumblr.com/post/651928008282816512/marvel-plot-bunnies

[nyxetoile]

Survey for Nyx’s Next WiP

In the interest of giving myself some inspiration to work on another WiP, I thought I would see where reader interest might lie. I'm really bad at predicting what will be a hit, so getting input seemed like a good idea.

Below is a brief description of the potential WiPs, with a link to a survey at the bottom. Titles are only working titles.

Ghost - A sequel to The Rain is Full of Ghosts, in which Bucky meets Amanda and folding her into his life leads to changes in the triad. Couple: Bucky/Amanda, Bucky/Amanda/Steve/Sharon

Arranged- Syn is in an arranged marriage with Thor but finds she has far more in common with his younger brother. Couple: Syn/Loki

Day - When you hit puberty you start hearing the thoughts of your soulmate. Amanda has been able to hear hers since she was a child, but only sometimes. It's a mystery that haunts her life until Captain America sinks a helicarrier in the Potomac and she finally meets her mate. Couple: Amanda/Bucky

Quest - When the Prince comes down with a mysterious illness it's up to his best knight and the local witch to go on a quest for a cure. Couple: Amanda/Bucky

Haunted - Loki's brother insists his new house is haunted. Loki thinks he's crazy. But that doesn't stop him from hiring local ghost hunters to come check it out. Couple: Loki/Syn

Shifters - New town doctor Amanda has to deal with small town politics and warring local families while settling into her new office. Oh, and everyone's werewolves. Couple: Amanda/Bucky

Kid - After being held captive for years, Amanda finally takes her chance and runs from Hydra with its greatest successful experiment, the Winter Soldier's daughter. (Heavily inspired by Logan) Couple: Amanda/Bucky

Bathory: Another Villain!Amanda story. I can't tell much more without giving it away. Despite the name, there's no vampires. Couple: Amanda/Bucky

To vote, please go here and let me know where your interests lie.

[headcanonseverywhere]

The Nightshade Witches

An info post on Gwendolyn’s aunts + a little bit about her mom

They live in Saventhia, on the outskirts of a small town away from everyone else.

They specialize in potion-making, ranging from love potions to sleeping potions to cursed potions (like turning-into-a-frog type curse), as well as anecdotes for those potions and poisons.

They were once four sisters, Serafina, Odessa, Adisa, and Cordelia (Gwendolyn’s mom), but Cordelia passed away a year after Gwendolyn was born due to a magical illness.

Each sister has a familiar: Serafina’s familiar is a cat named Nyx; Odessa’s familiar is a raven named Boris; Adisa’s familiar is a chameleon named Spot

Cordelia’s familiar was a dog (a Welsh sheepdog) named Grace; she died shortly after Cordelia :(

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[ CHARACTER LOADING . . . ]

[ CHARACTER LOADED SUCCESSFULLY ! ! ! ]

﹆ first appearance. n/a

﹆ name. kim paris

﹆ gender. cis female (she/her)

﹆ race. witch

﹆ birthday. july 3

﹆ birthplace. britain 

﹆ face claim. saay

﹆ family.

birth family – deceased

nyx coven – sisters

﹆ occupation. nyx coven representative // nyx coven co-founder

﹆ backstory. born somewhere around 39 AD in britain, paris grew up living a normal life among her family until she experienced her first rebirth when her home was getting raided by roman soldiers. paris was captured and forced to become a servant in rome where she lived until it’s fall in 395 AD.

paris then traveled around europe for many years before meeting another witch named, elly. the two would later go on to create their own coven and rise in power among the witch world.

when the nyx coven moved from europe to america, they would settle in what would become present-day connecticut. paris would later become the representative of her coven when council meetings are held.

﹆ trivia.

paris is one of the two founding members of the nyx coven.

compared to many other witches, paris is extremely careful and has actually only “died” ten times in all her years of living. the normal amount of times a witch might die is around +300 times.

paris was once trapped in a small town in louisiana which was cursed by another witch some 800 years ago which once you enter, you can’t leave. although no one is really sure how she got out since the curse is still in place. 

she is actually a lot nicer than what people might think due to her cold demeanor. 

she is seen as a big sister to her coven sisters and they often come to her for advice.

she actually owns a manor in britain called the evermore manor. 

paris’s familiar animal is a hawk.

paris was originally created by @vividlabel but adopted by me. some things were changed in order to better fit the story.