#also u have no idea how much i love the stripes pointing downward on either sides of his face

[skwtches]

sir, that is a mere kitten. nothing more than a silly lil guy

[myheroicimagines]

The Magick is in the Moment (Denki/Reader) pt.1

Guess who’s back?! It me! I got kinda burned out of ideas, but nothing like Kiki’s Delivery Service to get the creative juices flowing, am I right? I hope you enjoy the story! ~Admin Sparkles

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When the reality of quirks came into the world, there was only one thing on everyone’s mind; superheroes could be real, instead of just pictures in a comic book. With this in mind, nearly everyone in every generation wanted to become one of these heroes of lore, with either fame and glory, money, or a genuine want to help people being their driving force.

You were not one of these people.

Well, you supposed you were a hero in your own way; you did help people with problems, and protected them through certain means. But while the actual heroes helped through fighting and rescue missions, you helped through sigils and spells and potions. You were not a superhero, but rather a witch. You lived in a small cottage in the countryside, with a giant garden containing all the herbs and plants you would ever need, and that garden lead downwards to a large river, where you loved to spend your downtime, reading your books and enjoying the peace nature always brought you. Your small cottage also doubled as a shop, where people could pay you to make them personalized spells, help them create sigils, and make potions, or come to you for different divinations such as tarot readings and palm readings. It was a simple life, but if brought you much joy.

Your shop brought in usuals; a young teen looking for advice on love, a new mother who wanted a spell for her baby to be healthy and protected, a college student wanting to make a sigil to bring them wisdom while they set out on the world alone for the first time. This time, however, a new face came through the door to your little shop, eyes darting around the place curiously, looking at each object on the walls and on the shelves, each plant and herb that hung in a pot, each curious rune or marking on your wall, and a tapestry depicting the tarot card ‘The Empress’. This male had blonde hair, with a peculiar looking lightning bolt black stripe on his hair. A cute one, that’s for sure. Making his way up to the counter, he cleared his throat as he looked at you. “I..U-Uhm..Are you Y/N? Like, the witch Y/N? Well, I mean, obviously you are, I mean this is your home and it is quite witchy and you did have a black cat out there--unless that isn’t yours! I guess it could be a stray and-- Let me start over.” The blonde said, his cheeks glowing red. You smirked slightly, leaning forward, resting your chin in your hand. Newcomers often got nervous around witches, and the way he blushed let you know the glamour you casted on yourself was working.

The man in front of you started over.

“My name is Kaminari Denki. I’m a pro-hero, and I..I guess I need some sort of spell or sigil or something.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Every time I go into battle, my friends get hurt.” He told you with a distressed frown. The look on his face was so hurt, so worried, you couldn’t help but mirror his expression.

“It comes with the job, doesn’t it?” You questioned, straightening up a bit. “Not to sound rude, but hero work isn’t exactly safe.” You shrugged frowning. This only made him frown more, and you quickly regretted your statement.

“I know what we do isn’t the safest work, but it’s necessary. There are those who would wish harm on innocent people, and there needs to be those who protect the ones who cannot protect themselves. My friends are selfless, and I want to make sure they are safe.” He answered, confident in his answer. At this, you smiled, pleased by his response.

“You are quite selfless yourself, Kaminari Denki.” You stated, making your way from behind the counter and towards the blonde male. “Unfortunately, I cannot make you a sigil that protects your friends.” You said. His face turned downcast, and he opened his mouth to speak, however you put up a single hand, stopping him before he could. “Sigils work for the user, and as far as I can gather from my studies, one cannot make a sigil for another, and that sigil be used for a group of people. What I can do is teach you how to make one.” You told him. Motioning him to follow, you brought him through your garden and down to the river it lead to, bringing a pen and a blank piece of paper. You both sat down on the ground, and handing Denki the paper and pen, you explain what needed to be done. “Magick is done in different ways. There is no wrong way to do magick, unless it is to be done with ill-will. Now, close your eyes, and focus your mind on what you wish to do. What is it you wish to do?” You asked him.

“I want to protect my friends and loved ones.” He replied.

“Take your intentions then, and concentrate only on that. Clear your mind, and let your intentions take form. When you have the image, keep it strong and write it down. I will leave you be so you can have peace of mind. Come to me when you are finished.” And with that, you left him.

Almost thirty minutes had passed before he came back inside. At that point, you had just finished handing an elderly women a potion for better sleep. Looking over at him, you gave a hopeful smile. “Did everything go well?” You questioned him, gathering the things you had gotten for the potion and putting them back in their rightful places.

“I think so. Here let me show you--” Once again, you put your hand up silently, stopping him from doing anything.

“It is not for me to see. It is made by you, and only for you.” You explained with a smile as you reached up to place an object on a high shelf. However, the object-- a cup with different markings on the inside-- slipped through your fingers. Both you and Denki made a quick move to save the cup, both catching it. As your fingers touched, you could feel a spark of energy pass through the both of you, and Denki knew it wasn’t his quirk acting up. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, there was silence. Coming to realization of the quiet between you two, you blinked, placing the cup down on the counter. “A-Ah, thank you.” You stuttered, moving back a bit. Never before had you felt such an energy.

“W-Well, I suppose I should get going now.” Denki said, his mind still moving a mile a minute at what had just occurred. He made his way towards the door, stopping before he made his leave. “You know..I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who’s quirk is magic.” He said, a bit impressed. At this you chuckled, touching a dying plant beside you, bringing it to life once more and making Denki’s eyes go wide. No, magick was not your quirk, but rather plant growth. “Magick is not my power, Denki Kaminari. It is simply my practice.” You said with a smirk. Denki blushed slightly and nodded, and started walking out the door, with you walking behind him and seeing him out. “And Denki,” You started, leaning against your door frame.

“Yes?” He asked, quickly turning towards you.

“Don’t be so nervous next time. Not all witches are wicked.” You said with a wink, the black cat Denki saw earlier rubbing against your leg affectionately. You closed the door behind you and made your way back inside.

One thing was for sure: Denki was definitely coming back.