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jonogueirawrites · 2 years ago

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The fifth son of Ipswich.

And the last chapter @reelovesbuckybarnes. If anyone missed the first one here it is.

Mind the tags, everyone. (If I forgot any tag, let me know, please!)

Tags: Romance, happy ending, smut, magic.

TW: Blood, smut, toxic relationship, jealousy, cursing, fighting, love (lol).

Please if you are underaged do not interact!

AO3.

Summary:

Your relationship with Chase Collins is far from healthy. He pushes and pulls you as he pleases, whenever he wants it. Although you hate how much power he has over you, you happily play along. Little does he know that ‘daughter of Salem’ means much more than the word witch. And being one of them, you know very well what they are capable of doing.

Chapter 3 – Sacrifices.

Your eyes stared at the floor. While the four of them discussed and argued because of your plan, you couldn't help but feel dread fill your heart.

"Are you sure you can do this," Caleb asked from his mother's side.

You looked around you. The descendants of Putnam sure had had a life of luxury and glory. With houses, money, and whatever the fuck they wanted. You took a deep breath and looked at his mother first, then at him.

"I am a daughter of Salem, boy. Don't ever doubt what I can or can't do." The iciness in your tone made him narrow his eyes at you. The threat in the undertone not unnoticed. "While you lived here in a life we could only dream. We were hunted and killed. Tortured and abused. I guess that's part of being a woman. We hid while you threw parties. We cried while you laughed openly."

"I didn't-"

"Then believe my words, boy. It will work."

The silence between the two of you lingered long enough to leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

Reid was the one to cut the tension. "It doesn't mean we will accept him."

"I don't expect you to." You turned his way. Your eyes watching his movements. A snake made its way down your neck from behind your nape and disappeared into your cleavage. "He was an outsider, cast aside and left in the dark. No one there to take his hand and lead him to a tall tale of good and bad. No one to teach him what was right… Still, it isn't an excuse to behave like he did. Maybe if you could see through his eyes what the addiction does, you would at least understand." You stood. Slowly, dangerously, calculating. "Should I show you, boy?" When you lifted your hand for him to take, he took a couple of steps back.

"Enough of that," Caleb ordered you both, and you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face. "Reid is right. He's hurt too many of ours. We can't Forgive that."

"Ahhhh! And there it is." You walked up to him, but his mother pulled him behind her. "Your heart is as dark as his, Caleb."

"My son is nothing like him!"

"Isn't he?" You turned your palm up, and Caleb's voice echoed in the air. 'He's hurt too many of ours.'

"You know I didn't mean-"

"I don't give a fuck about it, Caleb. Save your excuses. I'm not interested. I want to save Chase. Even if he hates me. I can save him. Show him what he can be. Remove the shadow around his heart and let him know what breathing feels like. Not to have an evil and cruel whisper twenty-four hours on your ear telling you that you need just one more. One more time. Your last hope. He is afraid. Terrified. Something you just came to understand the last days while he had to live with it most of his life. So don't try to sell me your bullshit. Get your asses out of here and go meet us. The others who are gifted. The real survivors of the trials. And maybe you will learn some real tricks."

"I'm not invalidating your suffering, nor his. All I'm saying is that he can't stay after we are done."

"Oh, boy. Selfish until the end."

"Stop calling me boy. And why am I selfish?"

"You don't need to be friends with him. Forgive him or whatever the fuck you want to call him. But all of this started because your ancestor cast his family aside. He was in the dark, and the dark taught him. I think it's time he sees the light, and who better for that than four of you."

"That's not gonna happen," Reid said.

"Shush, boy. Grown-ups are talking now," you said without looking at him.

"You-"

"Reid!"

"Caleb?" Reid's voice as angry and uncontrolled as always.

"Take him away. Teach him to behave, and return when he's learned and is ready to apologize." The words came from Caleb's mother's mouth. Surprising everyone. "He did awful things, but awful things were done to him. The boy was given no opportunity, and we offer him one. Only one. Do you understand me?"

"Crystal clear."

"Good. Let's get this over with." She walked to the couch and sat. Her fingers trembled when she reached for another cigarette.

"How exactly will this work?" Caleb asked, sitting on the couch next to you.

You smiled at him. Sadness mixed with resolve. You walked to the center of the room. The snake circled down your leg and slithered its way to the table. Rolling itself in a ball, it soon became a box. "Here." You opened it and watched as the boys approached.

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You arrived just in time to see Chase over Caleb. He held the other's head, trying to take his powers. With a flick of your hand, Chase flew into the trees, and you ran to help Caleb up. "Are you okay, boy?"

Groaning in pain, he looked at you. "I'm not a boy."

You laughed. "No, you're not. But I like teasing you anyway."

From amidst the trees, you heard the roar of a wounded animal.

"What are you doing?" Chase’s voice right behind your ear.

Not turning to look at him, you helped Caleb up.

"What are you doing?" He tried to use his powers on both of you but failed. "How? What have you done?"

"You never listened, babe. And that was your biggest mistake." You turned to stare at him. "I already told you. I am a fucking daughter of Salem." Vines shot out of the ground and held Chase in place long enough for you to approach him. "Please, Chase. I'm begging you. Stop this."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"Yes, I fucking will." He screamed at your face. Your vines dead on the floor. His fingers around your neck squeezing until you almost passed out.

Caleb took him off of you. And they resumed their fight. There, lying on the floor, you let tears get lost between the raindrops. The sounds of their battle raging in the air.

"Enough," you said to the air. "Enough."

Time stood Still. You stood and walked to them. The immobile raindrops decorated the air like plastic beads. As you touched them, they flew away from your body until they again floated in the air.

You neared Chase. An unmoving statue hovering above the ground. His eyes followed your movements but were unable to do anything. You touched his lips, and everything around him was set loose while he remained. A beautiful and dangerous statue in the air. You heard Caleb grunting when he crashed against the ground.

A chaste kiss you planted on Chase’s lips, and soon he asked you, "Why?"

"You know the answer, babe."

"How could you do this to me? Betray me like that?" His eyes searching yours. "I love you."

You laughed at his words. "I always wanted to hear you say that." You laughed again before kissing him. "Daydreamed about it." Your fingers tucked a strand of his hair from his face. "I never betrayed you. I was always honest. I told you I would find a way, and I did."

"A spell?"

"Of course."

"So, you're just going to spill nonsense, and I'll be cured?" He scoffed. "Is that how this will work?"

"No. It's more complicated than that." You walked away from him. "You see. For the spell to work, you must accept it. Willingly and with an open heart."

"Then it will never work."

"It's a binding spell, Chase."

His eyes narrowed at you. "So, you're binding me to you."

"I wish it was that."

A moment of silence passed between you two. When Caleb stood by your side, Chase's eyes filled with anger. "You want to bind me to them? I won't allow it. They would never accept it."

Caleb's voice filled with disgust. "Wrong again."

"The spell needs to be willingly accepted. Offerings." You took a deep breath. "Peace, thankfulness, friendship, new beginnings." You walked to him. Pecking his lips. "One offering per bind."

"You tricked me." His words filled with rage.

"I did. You wouldn't let me. That was the only way."

"You lied to me. All you need from me is that I vanish."

"Oh, Chase. I did it because I love you. And I know you will hate me. But here I am. I will save your life, and that's enough for me."

"I won't accept it. You can't force me."

"Hear me, and then you can decide." You looked over your shoulder. Silently telling Caleb to go take Sarah away from there. "If you decide you won't take my offering, we die here. Tonight. Together. Because I won't allow you to hurt anyone else."

Chase laughed. "Don't waste your words. Get me out of this, and let's do this."

"Here is how it works." You flicked your hand, and he was silent again. "I'll bind the five of you. You won't be able to harm each other directly. If one of you gets killed, everyone dies. If you die of natural causes, nothing happens. Your powers will be equally distributed. Balanced. It also goes to your addiction. Dividing it, it will be manageable. You won't age when you use your powers, but there is a catch. The more you use it, the more it weakens. it will never go away, but it will never be as strong as before." You flicked your hand, and he could speak again.

"A spell this powerful must have a price." He shook his head. "What are you going to win with this.? And more importantly… what are you losing?"

"I get you out. You can have a normal life. Be happy."

"But?"

"What I lose is my business."

Chase laughed. "And I'm only to accept that?"

"Yes."

Chase opened his mouth to speak. You could see anger, and rage, and something rotten irradiating from him. But his words were softly spoken. They told you about feelings you knew were there. That they had always been there. "I'm scared. This is all I've ever known."

"You have me."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Let me hear you say it again."

"Let me go, and I'll say it as many times as you want."

His eyes never met yours. You took the hair out of your face and cursed. "Fine!"

You watched as he fell to the ground. His hand reached for you, and when you grabbed it, he pulled it down. His lips crashed against yours. His kiss urgent.

"I'm scared, babe."

"I'm here. I'm here, Chase."

"I love you. Fuck I love you so much." He kissed you again.

"The others have already accepted my final offering. It's only you now. Please, babe. Accept my offering."

"When did they-?"

"I came from the hospital. I gathered them at Caleb's and told them everything. You're the only one remaining."

"Tell me what you lose, and I will willingly, gladly accept it."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are free."

"No. These are my terms. You will have to tell me if you want me to accept it."

"That's not fair."

"Then we die here." Two black daggers materialized on his hands. "Together."

"No one else dies." Caleb's voice startled them. "Except her."

"What?" Chase's shocked eyes searched yours. "One life for a life?"

You gave Caleb a pointed look. "I won't die immediately. I'll have some time."

"How long?"

"Chase.” You grabbed his clothes and pulled him closer. “Accept the offering."

"How long, Caleb?"

"Don't answer him, boy!"

"A few weeks, maybe months."

"No. That's not… I will not accept it." He embraced you. "I won't lose you. I've lost too much already." He kissed you. It tasted of fear.

"Chase, please…"

"There must be another away."

"There is." Reid's voice cut through the air.

"No, there isn't. I looked for it, and there isn't. Still, it's worth it, babe."

Not looking at you, Chase addressed Caleb. "What do I have to do."

"it's not an answer per se. We can put her under a paralysis spell until we find a permanent solution."

"But?" You said nonchalantly.

"If we don't find one. The moment we wake you up, you can die."

"So, I don't get to live my final days with him." You said between gritted teeth.

"Look at your options, daughter of Salem. Get your wish granted, and Chase lives to know a better life, or both of you die."

Chase took you in his arms. "I accept it. Whatever the offering is, I accept it if you let us put the spell on you." He cupped your face. "Please. Please, babe."

You took deep breaths. Ran your fingers over your hair.

"I won't give up. I will find a way. Just like you found one for me, I will find one for you."

You didn't stop the tears. In fact, you didn't notice them on your cheeks. "An offering of kindness." You reached for your heart and took a small piece of your soul. "I offer you kindness." You extended your hand to Chase. A small white sphere floating in the air.

Chase's brow furrowed. His hand closed around yours, and he placed them on his own chest. Warmth filled his being.

"Let's get out of here," Caleb advised, already walking away.

Caleb took you back to his house. His car cruising the dark roads. You sat with Chase in the back, and he whispered sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Promises of a future together. Only you and him.

You were greeted with a strained smile and a reassuring nod. They led you down a spiraling stair. A bed had been made for you. It floated in the air between the bookshelves filled with dark knowledge and witchcraft. Although the place was illuminated and warmed by the fire, it looked as cold as night outside.

"You'll stay here where it's safe." Caleb smiled your way. "I promise nothing will happen to her, Chase. You are welcome to visit whenever you want."

"Good." Was his short reply.

He helped you up to the bed and kissed you softly. "I will see you in a moment, Love."

You chuckled at the word. "I love you."

Chase smiled at you before a large book was taken from the bookshelf on the other side of the room. It opened by itself, and the four of them started the incantation. Your eyes grew heavy, and as much as you tried to keep them open, the most you could do was blink.

Once, twice, then three times. Chase's eyes on yours. Always. When you blinked again, there he was. A few years older. A relieved smile on his face.

"Hello, love."

His warm hand caressing your cheek. Your attention entirely on him when you heard a voice.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. It finally worked."

Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Why don't you shut the fuck up, Reid. I'm trying to set a romantic mood here."

You chuckled. You laughed. You rejoiced.

Chase helped you up, and you looked around. The four, no, the five sons of Ipswich stood around.

"Take it easy. You haven't used your legs in quite a few years."

"I can see the passage of time on your faces."

"What?" She isn't even up yet and is already-"

"Just shut up, Reid." Chase shook his head and leaned in for a kiss. One that you wanted but refused. "What's wrong?" His brow furrowed.

"How long have I been sleeping? I must have the worst breath ever."

"I really don't give a fuck about it. I've been waiting for it for five years." The sons laughed, and Chase pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Couldn't you wait for five minutes more?"

Chase kissed you again just to make his point clear. He took you in his arms and carried you bridal style all the way upstairs. Sitting you on the couch, he pushed a cart your way. One filled with all types of food and drinks you have ever loved.

You looked around and saw the boys having fun. Chase laughing with them. His hand resting gently on your knee.

You had lost five years of his life….

But what was five compared to the rest of your lives?

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angryschnauzer · 5 years ago

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Touch of Smoke

So i got this ask from @unicornandbacon

and you all know i don’t take requests. I don’t write on demand, and honestly this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a number of weeks. BUT… it had Chase in. My sweet murder puppy. Then suddenly today inspiration hit as i had been trying to figure out how to get two magic characters into one drabble fic, and ta-da… a Harry Potter AU. Yes it was as much of a shock to me as it is you, as i’m not a HP fan, ok i watched the movies and read the books, but i don’t know anything about houses and lore etc. So Thank you to @siren-kitten-his for helping me out with houses etc. I’ve also added in a few more magic characters - Nick Gant is Chris Evan’s character in the movie Push - if you haven’t seen it i highly recommend it.

So as a change i’m going to post this on tumblr as well as AO3, a link to my AO3 is here.

Enjoy. Its just a drabble. Pairing is Female Reader x Wanda & Chase

Warnings: NSFW, Adult Themes, Magic, Fingering, Implied Consent.

Standing in the doorway to the dimly lit bar you smiled, in your Junior year at Maleficent University in Salem, and your time there was turning out to be a lot more fun than you had ever expected.

Your grades hadn’t been great in high school even though you had tried your hardest, but you had a natural aptitude for chemistry and physics, so had been pleased and a little surprised when a very traditional looking letter had arrived on your doorstep on the day of your 18th Birthday. Even more so that it had been a Sunday and you knew the mailman didn’t work on Sundays. You’d cried tears of joy when you’d read the ornate - hand written - letter, telling you that you’d been awarded a full ride, all expenses paid scholarship to a Salem college to major in Alchemy.

After just a couple of days at the university you had received a very rapid introduction to the world of Magic, from finding out you were a muggle, and that witches and wizards truly existed, to learning that things were not always what they seemed when it came to photographs, staircases, or even trees.

The entire university was separated into four houses - a wizarding world system that had recently been adopted from a private school in Scotland and you had been placed in the Hufflepuff house, although the sorting leg warmer had been unsure and had muttered a number of other houses before Headmaster Laufeyson had told it to stop ‘Fannying around and just bloody pick one you headless sock’.

Now as you entered the bar you smiled and nodded to some of your other housemates, but also recognising other classmates; it was after all a fairly small university.

Pietro Maximoff was talking to tall guy with a nice ass at the pool table, and when he saw you the blonde haired charmer waved you over. He had the ability to move super humanly fast, and as he introduced you to his friend, the other guy shook your hand;

“Hi, Nick Gant, Ravenclaw”

“Nice to meet you”

Pietro introduced the two of you further, explaining how you had both been born into the muggle world, and Nick showed you his ‘skill’; telekinesis. You laughed and joked with the two guys before Pietro asked if you wanted to play pool, having refused to play with Nick due to his ‘skill’. You always enjoyed a game, so as you chalked the cue up you watched the room, smiling when you saw two of your classmates from a different house walk into the door and head to the bar; Gryfindor Wanda - Pietro’s twin sister - and Slytherin Chase Collins.

Your heart did a double beat, both had caught your eye before but you weren’t sure if either were interested in you, plus both gave of energy that meant you couldn’t tell if they would be interested in you.

Before you could dwell on that thought any longer Pietro racked the balls up and offered you the coin toss, smiling when he won - as per usual - and took the first shot.

The game progressed you started to relax, the magic in the air almost like passive smoke, and soon you were buzzing just from being in the same room as so many purebloods. As you bent to take a sure fire shot you felt the strangest sensation around your breasts, a warm tingling as if fingers were exploring them before they pinched at your nipples. Letting out a small cry you missed your shot, the cue hitting the ball harder than you had anticipated and it flew into the air. Pietro dodged out of the way and Nick flung his hand up, the ball hovered mid air just an inch from his face before he plucked it out of the air and he set it down onto the table;

“Everything ok?”

Clearing your throat you nodded, assuring him it was. As you rechalked your cue you noticed the faintests of whisps of red magic smoke just clinging to the tails of your shirt, brushing them away and you looked up to see Wanda sitting at the bar looking at you with a smirk on her face.

The sound of Pietro cheering meant the connection was lost, and you saw that he had sunk the ball you had missed, but only to miss the next shot meaning it was your turn. Stalking around the table you settled for the shot you wanted to take, concentrating hard when you felt it, the curl of magic creeping under your skirt and between your legs. Scowling and wondering what the hell Wanda was up to, you glanced down for a second but saw that this magic was black smoke, with the faintest hint of gold and orange - as if it was flames - and this time when you looked up at Wanda she wasn’t the one responsible.

Instead your gaze was drawn to Chase who was next to her at the bar, sipping on a glass of Whiskey and he winked at you. You went back to trying to concentrate on the shot, but that magic crept into your panties, running through your folds and you were immediately wet.

“Having trouble there?”

Pietro taunted lightheartedly, and you shook your head, trying to concentrate on the shot. Instead of making it easier to concentrate, you felt that previous touch against your nipples, and this time when you looked up you saw Chase and Wanda smirking at each other before turning to look at you, their eyes shining with the magic’s colours.

The sensation was instantaneous, your body was overwhelmed with pleasure and your legs trembled as the two at the bar literally worked their magic on you. Within seconds you were at the precipice of an orgasm, and when Pietro urged you to take the shot, you hit the ball with all your might just as you came, screaming out a yes before you fell forwards onto the table with a happy sigh.

The game had all been forgotten after that, Pietro had taken his turn and had sunk every ball on the table, Professor Romanoff - she was an expert at transfiguration and her polyjuice recipes were groundbreaking - had wandered past and both Pietro and Nick had made their excuses to go speak to her. You in turn had turned and stalked up to the bar, a smile on your face as you nervously approached the two who had managed their mischief so well earlier.

“Hey…” you smiled, nervous at what the night could entail

“Did you enjoy your game?” Chase asked, his eyes dark

“Very much so…” you turned to Wanda; “But i wasn’t the only one playing games…” before returning to Chase; “Was i?”

Chase took your hand, his fingers brushing against it;

“We started it as a competition…”

Wanda took your other hand;

“But we realised, why fight for a prize when the prize may want two winners?”

You were pleased for one thing that night; no shared dorm rooms.

#chase collins x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #chase collins fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfic #the covenant

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canumoveurseatup-no · 6 years ago

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Ascension

Summary: When Chase was on his power hungry rampage, you helped him push through. Now you’re about to ascend and the boys find out. You find yourself in the same shoes as Caleb when one of your sisters come after your power

Pairing: Chase Collins x Black!Witch!Reader (The Covenant is one of my favorite movies of all time and there just aren’t enough Chase fics out there)

WC: 8.1K (this is my longest one yet and I’m proud of it)

Warnings: Mentions of witchcraft, a bit of angst, death, raising the dead, digging up a grave, blood, allusions of Hell.

-I KNOW THIS ISN’T AVENGERS! I WRITE FOR CHASE COLLINS AS WELL! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT ANYWAY! PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG!!-

A/N: This was supposed to be part 2 but since almost everyone hasn’t read the first part, I started over since the first part was written like last July (2018) when I started this account. I deleted part 1 since it only had 24 notes lmao so here’s the full thing, edited and better!

Chase was a guy many knew not to mess with. Yeah, he stayed to himself but it was his mysterious demeanor that everyone didn’t want to get the ugly side of. He didn’t care about anyone really, only one person. You, his precious girlfriend.

You were there to keep him grounded, even during his power hungry rampage. You were the one that kept him from destroying himself and the lives of others. You made him realize he couldn’t lose you by doing this. He didn’t know how such a girl like you, such a homebody, quiet and shy could keep a maniacal witch like him at ease but you did it.

Just like Caleb though, you didn’t want your powers to get the best of you, which no one knew you had in the first place, not even Chase. You were in a coven of your own, but your coven knew what such power could do to just one person, and losing a previous member really made that reality set in.

You couldn’t lose another person you cared about due to their inability to keep their powers at bay.

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Another fateful night at the Putnam barn consisted of drinks and music and just the group hanging together. Kate and Sarah were having their own conversation but you weren’t interested so you tuned into the guys.

“I think someone else like us is here” Reid brought up as he took a swig of his drink.

“And what would make you say that?” Caleb arched an eyebrow and took his arm from around Sarah, now leaning on his elbows on his knees.

“Remember when you could feel that Chase was here?” Reid questioned and that caused Chase to tense up but you were there to calm his nerves.

“Yeah” Pogue now joining in.

“It’s like that. I feel it. The dreams, the darklings, spiders. It’s like that all over again” Reid explained with his hands.

“It’s not me, I swear. I’m done with all that” Chase was nervous. He was finally beginning to feel included, was finally getting the brotherhood he missed as a kid.

“I know.” Reid was sure. So sure.

“But how?” Tyler finally spoke up and was twiddling his thumbs.

“Because... this power isn’t like ours. I-it’s different. From different roots. It’s a female coven. I see it in my dreams”

At that point everyone was quiet. Even Kate and Sarah.

“But how are you sure?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. It couldn’t be your coven. You all swore, you took an oath to not use your powers for personal gain, to not lust for it.

“Apparitions of a girl. When I was showering. Just like Sarah experienced when she was first here.”

At this point, all the guys ascended so their powers were stronger. Your birthday was coming up you hadn’t ascended yet and it scared you. What if the same thing between the boys happened to you?

“A female coven? Maybe I can get in on it” Kate joked.

“That’s not funny. This is serious. We don’t need a repeat of what happened. Whoever is doing this is strong. Not like us, but in their own way” Pogue scowled at her.

You knew what Reid was talking about. The apparitions only appeared in your dreams. Never in person like him. You just brushed it off. But maybe you shouldn’t have though.

“We have no clue though” Caleb ran a hand through his hair and Sarah comforted him.

“M-maybe it’s nothing” you shrug. Your eyes burned. The need for them to turn a blinding white and speed away to solve this itched at your conscious.

“White.” Reid whispered.

“What?” The boys were questioning is random statement.

“The female coven! Instead of black eyes like ours, theirs turn white”

“How does this help us figure it out, though?” Chase was intrigued by that statement.

“A spell. There’s a spell we can put over ourselves so that we can see their true form”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No, Reid don’t do that.

“That just might work.” Caleb smiled and you knew you were done for.

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You went back to your dorm and luckily your roommate was there. Your coven sister.

“Someone in the coven is using powers”

You were both breathless as you said it at the same time.

“The Ipswich boys are gonna weed us out. They’re putting a spell on themselves to see our true form. I could lose Chase, Mariah!”

“You won’t! I’ll put a protection spell on you so they can’t see you”

“Okay and what about you?”

“I don’t care! When they see me they’ll see that I’m a part of the coven but they’ll also be able to tell I’m not the one they’re looking for” she was so nonchalant about this.

“Mariah, I ascend in a few days...” You express your fears

“No,” her eyes grew wide.

“We have to figure this out! Now!!”

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You were all back at the Putnam barn, it’s your hideout, a place to get peace of mind. You all were just enjoying each other’s company except Tyler wasn’t there yet. He was still at the library finishing an essay.

The boys hadn’t come up with anything throughout this whole week. They found members of your coven but they couldn’t sense the one causing all the trouble.

“I found her!!” Tyler bursts in soaking wet from the rain and panting as if he just ran all the way from the school to here, even though it was only from his car.

“The one. I found her. And I know why she’s doing it!,”

He came over to you all and you felt your stomach drop. You could sense his anxiousness on the topic.

“What? Who is it?” Caleb stands up and walks over to him.

“You know that groups of girls. Like the quiet ones who always have their noses in the romance novels? Your friends!” He points to you and you can feel your chest tightening in fear.

“Yeah, what about them?,” you cleared your throat.

“The one with the dark, kinky curly hair,” he sighs

“We.. we all have kinky curly hair, Ty,” you laugh to try and lighten the situation.

“Violet? Vi.. Vienna! Vienna transferred from Pennsylvania with you guys. Glowing dark brown skin, nice lips, cute glasses. Long legs,” he explains

“What was her reasoning, Tyler?,” Pogue walked up as well and you wanted to run away but you were frozen, fear had weighed you down, you couldn’t move.

Tyler looks at you and their eyes follow. You can feel the tension rise in the room

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know what’s going on,” You shrug as you run your hands up and down your sweatpants. Tyler turns back to the group and you knew what was about to come out of his mouth next.

“Y/N ascends in three days time...,” he looks down at his feet and you can feel tears burn in your eyes. You wanted to fling him across the room for running his mouth. You had this handled for fucks sake.

“A-ascend? Chase stands up quickly and looks between you and the boys, “What the hell do you mean ascend?,” he gets loud, voice echoing in the empty barn.

“Y’know, that thing that happens to us on our 18th birthday?,” Reid’s sarcasm would usually lighten the mood, but not this time.

“She’s a part of the other coven,” Caleb’s realization finally clicked and hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Why didn’t you say anything?,” Pogue asks. He looks at you with slight disdain, even though you thought of him as an older brother of sorts, this situation of you not telling him had turned everything around.

You didn’t know what the hell to say. Shit, what can you say?

“Y/N, say something! Please tell me they’re wrong,” Chase looked distressed. They were all standing a few front in front of you and you just couldn’t look them in the eyes.

“Can we trust her?,” Sarah whispers and that hit you like brick wall. You weren’t a danger to them. You hadn’t had any problems ever with your magic. You rarely even used it.

“Let her talk,” Pogue’s voice was monotone and you knew you were deep shit.

“We..,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it wouldn’t go away, “We.. we swore.. we took an oath! A blood, soul-binding oath to our sisterhood that we wouldn’t lust for more power. I-I didn’t know what Vi was doing! She was the one who took me in when we were back home. We all took the opportunity to get far away from home because we had people looking for us, trying to use us for our power and they got one of us. Acacia, they made her lust for more power and she ended up dying. So.. we ran. We took the first chance to get out of there and Spenser Academy was that chance. We vowed to never let that happen to any of us. We kept it a secret. I didn’t know she was doing this, I swear!,” you pleaded

“None of us did!,”

They all just stared at you. A witch, from another coven, in their town. Someone they considered a friend, hell, family even, had lied to them.

“You lied to us, Y/N. To me!,” Chase was upset and even though you didn’t want him to be, he had ever right. It’s not like you meant to lie, was it even really a lie? Sure you said you didn’t know what they were talking about but shit, it wasn’t a topic until recently so you just never said anything.

“You ascend in three days time and didn’t think to tell anyone?!,” Pogue took a step closer and you just stared at everyone’s feet.

“I could have handled it. I can.. handle it. If she comes for me, I can do it alone!,” you stood up and started to walk away. You wouldn’t stand for them being upset at you for something you did to protect yourself.

“By doing what? Willing your powers away?,” Caleb shouted and you stopped in placed to turn back around

“If it comes down to it.. when her mother got sick, she willed Vienna her powers so she is already stronger than me,”

“So you mean to tell me, you would have gotten yourself killed and none of us would have known what the fuck happened to you? Great girlfriend you are, babe. What about me, huh? Do you know how torn I would be if something happened to you, knowing I could stop it?,” Chase comes up you.

“You can’t stop it! No one can!,” you felt your eyes burn as the realization set in that your own coven sister might literally be the death of you.

“Y/N, I thought the same thing when I was spiraling out of control. I can help!,” he tried to reason with you but you had your mind set on the outcome of this fight.

“How is this any different? How is this any different than what happened here, huh?,” You felt the hot tears running down your face as you waved your hand at the barn

“You.. you know I’m not like that anymore,” he gritted through his teeth.

“If I can’t beat her there is no other choice,”

“There is always a choice. You have us, you have the rest of your coven!,” Reid exclaimed.

“The way Caleb did it on his own, I can too. There’s no point in dragging you all in this,” you wanted this conversation to end. You were feeling overwhelmed and that was never good with your powers.

“I wasn’t alone though, Y/N. You were there,” Caleb was right. Had you not been there to stop Chase, Caleb, Kate, Sarah and Pogue would be dead.

“You guys don’t know her!,” You shook your head, “She is stronger! She is faster, smarter, more cunning,” you felt your eyes burn again but it wasn’t from the tears. It was a flash of head and you knew your eyes were now a blinding, angelic white.

They all just stared in disbelief. Sure they’d seen the eyes of a witch but they were always pure black.The white was almost scarier.

“I. Can’t. Beat. Her!,” the rush of your energy had caused all the lights to blow out. Chase grabbed you in his arms as you cried and you just stood there, body trembling.

“Either way, she’s gonna kill me. Everyone else has already ascended. I’m the last in the coven,”

Everyone came up to comfort you, rubbing your back as Chase whispered in your ear

“We won’t allow that.

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Vienna had come to you in your dream letting you know when and where she wanted you. Thirty-three minutes past ten on your birthday under the waning crescent moon. This dream had woken you up, you were gasping for air and were in a cold sweat. The commotion has caused Chase to wake up from beside you.

“Babe, what’s going on?,” His voice was laced with sleepiness as his eyes cracked open.

“She’s coming. She’s really coming for me, Chase. She’s in my dreams!,” You ran your hands over your face as you cried and he woke up completely at your state is distress.

“Y/N, we’re gonna figure this out. I am not letting anything happen to you. You know that, none of us are going to let her hurt you,” Chase tried to soothe you but it didn’t help much as you reiterated to yourself that this was your doom.

“You know how you felt like you were out of control when you were power hungry? How you felt like you needed it. You remember how it was damn near impossible to get through to you? It’s going to be the same thing with her but worse. Our lineage is so much more different than yours. Our power dates back to the beginning of time... and she has her mother’s magic on her side. M-maybe I’m not meant to win this,”

Chase sat up in bed to hold your face in his hands, “And you have your coven sisters. Without Vienna and your late coven sister from back home, there’s still ten of you, not including yourself. Then there’s us, we’re gonna win this,”

He gets a weird urge and climbs out of bed and grabs your phone to hand it to you, “Call your other sisters. We only have two days now, we need to figure out a plan,”

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“What do you mean she’s trying to take your power? Y/N, we took an oath,” Octavia spoke in disbelief

Everyone had met up in you and Mariah’s room. She was a deep sleeper so she had missed your conversation with Chase until you filled her in when the boys came over.

“Is it really that hard to believe? She’s always been secretive and always had a holier than though demeanor to her. Plus, when was the last time we’ve seen her, Tavia?,” her twin sister Ophelia countered.

“It makes sense,” Nyelah sat forward, “Frankie, the spiders, the centipedes, it all makes sense,” she turned to your coven sister, Frankie. Frankie hated conflict and she quite honestly hated the life of living the craft, but she was supportive no matter what.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything?,” Caleb folds his arms and leans against the door.

“Well, we weren’t exactly supposed to let anyone know we were witches, to keep ourselves safe. But Tyler spilled and I guess in a way it was a good thing because we’ll need all the help we can get,” Juniper rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she pulled a grimoire out of her bag as did Frankie, knowing they wouldn’t get sleep and needed all the information they can get.

“So what do we do? She’s clearly not afraid to come to Y/N in her dreams, she’s showing her face now. So how do we stop her?,” Chase asks

“There’s no stopping her unless we kill her,” Blythe spoke gently. She was the mother of the group and the noble one. She knew the ins and outs of the craft way before any of you did. Sure your mothers taught you all, but her mother sent her away to a school of The Craft to properly prepare her past the limits of what only she was able to teach Blythe, “But Y/N, if you kill her... you will receive her and her mother’s power,”

“That’ll be too much for her to bear. Her body is pure, Blythe, it won’t hold up especially with her already ascending. There has to be another way,” Ivy came to your defense.

“Why can’t one of us take her out? Or one of you?,” Pogue questions.

Blythe sighs and leans back in the chair shaking her head, “The one ascending has to be the one. She’ll be at her peak so she will be able to put up a good fight. There is no other way. Y/N is the one she’s after so only Y/N can stop her. We can help her fight Vienna but we can’t stop her. That’s the the way things work in our lineage,”

Mariah gets up and starts pacing, you two were like two peas in a pod, she wouldn’t let you go down like this, especially at the hands of Vienna.

“Frankie? Juni?,” Chase calls out for her, “You found anything interesting for Y/N to use?,”

Frankie closes the book and sighs deeply as if the information she was about to relay truly and deeply bothered her, “Yes but I don’t think any of my sisters are going to like it,” she looks around at you all.

“Fran, whatever it is, spit it out,” Piper was the hothead and ready to bust some ass at any time.

Frankie was still stalling and Aurora snapped in her face, “Whatever it is, we will deal with it. We need to know, Fran,”

Frankie stands up and looks at you sorrowfully, “We’re gonna have to go back home..,” all your sisters gasped at the mention of their long forgotten home, neither of you spoke of it since you all got here almost two years ago, “We... we’re going to have to dig up Acacia’s remains,”

“What the fuck, why?,” Piper stands up in a flash, fists clenched, “We promised we would let her rest!,” Piper and Acacia were practically lovers. Though they were coven sisters and their parents came from the same coven, there was no blood connection.

“Pip...,” Blythe looked at her through her eyelashes, “I know what we promised. But if we don’t stop Vi, Y/N goes out just like Cacia if not worse,”

“Don’t,” Piper held out her finger, her cracked at the mention of Acacia’s death, “Don’t talk about her death. J-just-,” She tried her best to ‘forget’ Acacia and how she died, so all of this was opening a healing wound.

“I know it hurt!,” Mariah came to defense

“You don’t know shit!,” Piper yelled.

“Oh really? Because as if Acacia wasn’t important to me too? As if my best friend’s life isn’t on the line here?! Do you really want to lose another one of us, Piper?!,”

“How about we sit down and just let Frankie finish what the fuck she was trying to say?!,” Reid rolls his eyes.

“Yes! Please, guys. We already have to lose Vienna... let’s not make it Y/N too, she’s the main thing that keeps us going,” Octavia begs.

She was right. Everyone had their own purpose and personality in the coven. Octavia and Juniper were the resourceful ones, they could make anything out of nothing, Octavia was good with her hands and Juniper was good with her mind. Ophelia was the comic relief, she was the one that kept everyone laughing and constantly telling jokes. Nyelah and Aurora were quiet but they were hard asses when they needed to be, they were good at protection spells and doing anything they needed to keep you all safe. Frankie was the book worm and like stated, she hated the life of the craft but she took it seriously so she kept up on everything to make sure nothing fell out of line. Blythe, also like stated was the noble one. She was like the mother of the group, making sure everyone knew their spells, when and how to use them and the backlashes if used in vain, she kept everyone educated. Ivy was the eccentric one, she was very unconventional and kooky. Her mother taught her differently than the rest of you so she has a different outlook on the craft and offers unorthodox help if she feels like Blythe is being too hard on you all. Mariah was the sister everyone wanted and needed. If you were sick, she was there, money problems? she’s got you, need help with academics? oh she was well rounded in all subjects. Piper, clearly the hothead, liked to do her own thing and dared to be different, she was more on the darker side but she believed in the craft and what it stood for so that’s why she stayed. Her mother was more into the darker spells and what not so that’s what she grew up learning despite all of your mothers being from the same coven. Vienna was the distant one, she loved being along and though she took you in and cared for you, she liked going her own way and not asking for help. Acacia was like the little sister everyone wanted to protect, she was the innocent sweetheart that didn’t want to put up a fight to hurt anyone.

But you... you kept everyone together because of your positive attitude. You were always willing to put yourselves in harm’s way to protect the ones you love, some might call it dumb... but you called it selfless... which is why the next words came out of your mouth.

“Maybe we shouldn’t... maybe I shouldn’t fight Vi... let her win,”

“Absolutely not!,” - “Hell no!,” - “Are you fucking insane?,” was heard all around the room.

“There’s no discussion about this,” Blythe stood up, “Tyler, round up your truck, Caleb get your car and I’ll get mine. We leave in an hour,” Blythe spares Piper one last look before walking away but Piper wraps her hand around Blythe’s arm, stopping her.

“You do this and I will never forgive you,” Piper had hot tears rushing down her cheeks and you felt bad. But no one was standing for you dying, especially if it could be stopped.

“You don’t have to. I’m not looking for your forgiveness,” she snatches her arm out of Piper’s grasp, “I’m looking to keep my sister alive, no matter the cost. We all lost Acacia, this isn’t easy for any of us... But you and I knowing Acacia the most should know she’d be willing to let us do this if it meant keeping one of us alive,”

Acacia was selfless just like you that’s why you two got along so great. But Blythe knew her before anyone because they learned about the coven pretty much from birth and Piper knew her for well... obvious reasons.

“You don’t want this to happen then don’t come. But your forgiveness doesn’t have the same weight as our sister’s life right now,”

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The ride to Lock Haven was long but the ride to Acacia’s grave site was longer and more nerve wracking. You sat with Chase in the back of Blythe’s SUV and he was holding your hand, knowing you were scared and felt bad as Nyelah held Piper as she cried. She decided to come because sister’s don’t leave each other behind and she was trying to come to terms with the fact that this was the only way.

Frankie was in the front reading to you all about how this would go. She had everyone else on the phone. Tyler, Reid, Pogue, and the twins were all in one car as Caleb and Mariah, Ivy, Juniper and Aurora were in his car and there was a three way call.

“You must dig up the remains of the resting sister. Though she is physically gone, her power will remain in her bones as she is now a part of the Earth. Once the resting’s bones are dug up, the ascending one must perform a summoning spell to gain the power of their resting to protect herself against the adversary,” Frankie read out loud and you gasped. You didn’t want to take another’s power.

“The resting one can consent to this summoning by willingly giving their power to the ascending one. The resting one does not offer up their power unless it is dire, meaning, power hungry savages can not take their power for the keeping,”

Frankie turned around to look at both you and Piper to reassure you that Acacia will come alive in her form to be able to consent to this. You wouldn’t just be stealing them, she would be gifting them.

“And you said Y/N has to perform this spell at the first sight of the peaking sun?,” Caleb’s voice run through the car.

“Yes and call me crazy but I believe Acacia wanted us to find this way. She wanted Chase to make Y/N call us all so we can stop Vi. She was letting us know this was the right way,” Frankie says into the phone.

“Even in the afterlife she’s still putting others before herself,” Piper softly cried into Nyelah’s shoulder,

“It’s because she loves us, Pip. She wouldn’t want to live in the afterlife knowing she could help us stop this evil,” Ny tells her.

You all still had a little over an hour before sun rise, so you all left at the perfect time. Octavia and Juni had their bag full of spell oils, herbs and candles to perform this correctly.

“We’re here,” Blythe puts the car in park and takes the keys out of the ignition, immediately jumping out, all of you following suit, “This way,”

This was a grave of your coven and those before you. Blythe lead you all to Acacia’s gravestone and Piper fell to her knees, “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers, “I’m so sorry this has to happen,”

The boys had their shovels ready and once Ivy pulled Piper away, they began digging. The closer they got to Acacia’s coffin, the more the wind picked up.

“She’s welcoming us,” Juniper assured everyone, “They all are. They know we’re in a fight for the greater good,”

Chase hit the coffin and they all swiped the dirt away before pulling the coffin up. Pogue and Caleb pried it open and there Acacia lied, still intact and beautiful somehow, even two years later. That’s how it was with your lineage, they never became worm’s food once laid down to rest. They remain intact because you all are already a part of the Earth. Her skin remained glowing that beautiful dark brown, hair still voluminous in her natural afro. You felt tears pool in your eyes.

Piper let out a loud sob and you wanted to back out of this.

“Please let there be another way,” she pleaded, but Blythe helped them take her body out and lie her down in the circle of sage that Octavia had put for them. Frankie lit the candles and handed you the book that you set at your feet.

“Sisters...,” You looked down at the book to read the words, “While this is my mission, I need the power of the sisterhood to help raise the resting. Do you consent to this summoning?,” You first looked at Blythe and she took your hand

“Yes,” she firmly nods her head.

“Sister Ivy, do you consent to this summoning?,” you and Blythe asked at the same time. It continued until you all got to Piper.

“Sister Piper, do you consent to this summoning?,” you all spoke in unison.

She stood there staring at Acacia’s body. At first she shook her head before you all repeated yourself.

“Please, don’t make me do this,”

“Piper, please!,” Chase came up and begged, “I get it. L-losing a loved one hurts. I know you would never wish that hurt one anyone else so please. You don’t owe me shit,” His eyes welled with tears at the thought of losing you, “But Y/N... Y/N is your sister and I love her, you love her. We all love her. I know this is hard but we don’t need to lose anymore people,”

Piper stared at him and saw how hysterical he was. She saw the fear in his eyes and it reminded her of her state when she found out Acacia had passed. As much as she wanted Acacia to rest, Chase was right, she wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. She looked back to Acacia then to you before wiping her tears and stepping up to take your hand as well as Ophelia’s. The sister circle was complete and you were ready.

“With the bones of Acacia Brown... I ask my resting sister to rise and help me in this time of trial and tribulation,” you began as you saw the faint glow of the sun rising.

“With the bones of Acacia Brown, we as our resting sister to rise and help Y/N in this time of trial and tribulation,” The other’s chanted after you. The boys stood far enough away to be out of the way but still had a clear view of what was happening.

The wind and leaves started to blow in circles around you and the candles around you all lifted as Acacia’s body stood up right. You all kept chanting until her eyes flew open, blinding white orbs staring back as you all and the wind stopped blowing but the candles continued floating.

You all dropped each other’s hands as Acacia started moving on her own.

“Sisters,” she greets with a smile, “My dear Piper,” she turned to Piper and Piper could have fainted. She got Acacia back just for her to lose her again.

“It’s really you,” Piper stepped into the circle and raised her hand to touch Acacia’s cheek, “I’ve missed you so much,” she wrapped her arms around Acacia and she lightly laughed.

“How do you miss someone who has never left you?,” She took Piper by her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

“Cacia, baby. You died,” Piper stated flabbergasted.

“My flesh has died but my conscious and spirit are very much alive. I know you feel me when you’re going through hard times. I have never left you my love and I know this is hard, but we must help our sister,” Acacia held her face and kissed her lips passionately. As gross that it might seem that she was just dead, Piper didn’t give a damn and gave Acacia that last kiss she was never able to give her.

She pulled away from Piper and pressed her forehead to hers, “I love you. I am never gone. Remember that,”

Piper tried her best not to cry as she returns to her spot in the circle. The boys watched from the side and realized how different your sisterhood dynamic really was.

“You’ve... brought.. guests? I knew you always had a thing for a little almond milk in your tea,”

“Ever the jokester,” you laughed at her with tears in your eyes, “They’re like my brothers. Except for that one,” you pointed to Chase, “He’s my love,”

“I can tell by the look in his eyes. Fear, pain. He doesn’t want to lose you,” her voice was low and smooth like navy blue velvet, “But I am here to help,”

“It’s good to see you all,” She hugs them all one by one and the water works is a commonality between you all now, “I can see our sister Vienna had betrayed the ethics of the sisterhood and broken the oath. Word travels fast in the afterlife but I couldn’t get to you all as fast as I wanted to but the timing is just right,” she sighs and looks directly into your eyes.

“You haven’t ascended yet so having my powers might overwhelm your pure spirit but it will not be tainted as these powers are being gifted. You defeat Vienna, the universe will gift you her powers too and since you have mine, your body will be able to hold up. Your spirit will remain pure as you take in her evil power, but once it’s gifted, the evil vanishes,” she informs you all and you can hear everyone sigh in relief that your body will be able to handle the power once Vienna is defeated.

“Do not be afraid. Embrace the gift, it will treat your body well as long as you accept it with open arms and not fight it,” she adds.

You step in the circle with her while Blythe and Piper join hands to close the gap. Acacia takes your hands and smiles at you, “I know you are afraid. But please do not fear. Gaining power of a resting sister will not steer you wrong, you are safe. And just because you are gaining mine, doesn’t mean my spirit won’t still remain intact. You have me and our ancestors on your side now,” she squeezes your hands in reassurance.

“Ancestors of the sisterhood, I, Acacia Brown, gift my sister, Y/N Y/L/N, my powers to help her in this time of trial and tribulation,” she chants until both of you are floating five feet off the ground. The sun is rising and once the sun hits both of you at a certain angle, a strong bolt of power shoots through your chest and it’s almost too much to take.

It’s a burning sensation and you want to let go of Acacia’s hands but she tightens her grip on your hands, “Do not let go. Remember, embrace it. Don’t let it overwhelm you. Think of what you’re fighting for,” though all you could see was blinding white as the power was entering you, her voice rung through it all.

You took in her words and the white that you were seeing turned into visions of your sisters, you were fighting for them because if you didn’t fight for them, Vienna would go after them next and kill them for their power. Next you saw the boys, Reid, Pogue, Tyler and Caleb, you fought for them because they were family, you couldn’t give up. Last, you saw Chase and yourself. You were fighting for him because you couldn’t hurt him by losing this. You were fighting to keep the wonderful blessing the universe has given you.

You look up at the ombreing sky and gasp violently as your body now vibrated with new power. You’re brought back the ground and fall against Acacia’s chest.

“You have been gifted. The sisterhood sees you doing great things with this power,” she holds your face to look down at you, at first she wore a smile, then it turned into a grimace you’ve never seen before, “Now defeat Vienna. She will pay for her betrayal to the sisterhood in the afterlife... and it will be worse than what you dish out to her,”

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“She wants to meet at the barn,” You all sat in your room as you paced back and forth. Sure you had Acacia’s power now as well as your own and you were about to ascend but that didn’t ease the nerves.

“We’re all gonna be there. We can fight but like Blythe said, you have to be the one to take her out,” Juniper tells you as she puts her coat one. It was almost time for you to meet Vienna to fight for your life.

“Me and the guys will stay outside, around the perimeter. If the fight gets outside the barn she won’t be expecting us to be there. Just you all,” Chase notified you as you started walking to the cars. He was worried but wouldn’t let it show. He knew you were strong and wouldn’t doubt you, but the whole fact that you’re literally fighting to stay alive is what’s bothering him so much. Now he’s seeing how the other guys felt when he was in Vienna’s shoes.

“We’ve got your back. Let’s just get this over with so she can pay,” Aurora practically yanked the door open as she got in the vehicle.

The ride was shorter than normal, probably because you didn’t want to be doing this. It was raining and that made this ordeal more eerie.

“Everyone is here for you. Just make it back to me okay,” Chase leaned his forehead against yours and kissed your lips. You let out a shaky breath as Blythe told you that it was almost thirty three minutes past ten. Happy birthday to you, right?

The girls followed you inside the barn and it was empty, or at least it seemed that way.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear sister Y/N. Happy birthday to yooou,” Vienna’s eerie voice rung through the cold, dark barn and you felt your chest ache from how hard your heart was beating.

She came into view and you all stood in a V formation with you in the front, “I would say ’and many mooore’ but ya know how this is gonna go so that’s seem pretty redundant, don’tcha think?,” she sat on stack of hay and smiled darkly at you all.

“Why are you doing this?,” You asked. You tried to keep your voice steady and strong but fear got the better of you.

“You’re just shaking in your boots aren’t ya?,” she teased, “Brought the whole sister brigade. Even with you all, you can’t stop me. How do you think Acacia died?,”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!,” Piper shouts.

“Oh you really think she died at the hands of others from gaining too much power? No no noo. She was being a selfish bitch so I took care of her. Figured if she wouldn’t give me her power then she shouldn’t have them either. So... I killed her aaand framed it as if someone else did it,”

You could hear Piper seething, fists clenching,

“Piper, keep steady,” Blythe tried to calm her down but Piper was a hothead after all. There was not calming her down after this.

“You fucking bitch!,” Piper swung her fist and a fiery blast was sent toward Vienna but she was gone.

“Got a be a bit faster than that, Pip,” You all turned around to see Vienna there with black orbs floating in her hands

It started pouring harder and the crescent moon started shining through the holes in the roof. You started to feel nauseous and you knew you were about to ascend.

“Aurora, Juniper, Ophelia, Mariah, and Ivy,- Protect Y/N!,” Blythe shouts over his shoulder. She could tell the ascension was happening without even having to look at you.

Her, Frankie, Octavia, Piper and Nyelah started to fight Vienna as you screamed out in the air as you started to ascend. The other five had to keep Vienna from getting to you as it happened.

You had to keep in mind what you for fighting for, you couldn’t fight the power, you had to welcome it with open arms.

-------

“It’s happening,” Tyler tells the boys, “She’s ascending. Look at the moon,”

They all looked up and saw the way the moon was almost a grey blue in the night sky. They could hear the screams inside the barn over the thunder.

“Get into position. It’s getting pretty loud in there,” Chase instructs.

They got into position, ready to fight just in case it came down to it. They weren’t going to let anything happen to you.

----

“You can’t stop me!,” Vienna sang as she was sending black orbs to everyone. Piper was doing her best to at least subdue Vienna with her dark magic but Vienna had so much power, Piper didn’t come close. No one did.

You fell to the ground with another painful gasp as you fully ascended.

“Birthday girl finally fucking ascended! I’ve been waiting for forever!,” Vienna swipes her arms in the air, knocking the other girls out of the way of you.

You stood up straight and countered her attacks as she sent black masses your way, “You won’t win!,” you shout at her. The fighting was non-stop. Just when you would think you had her, she’d get you and vice versa.

“I always win,” she flung you through the wall of the barn and you rolled outside. You groaned in pain as you looked up to see Pogue and Reid, “Y/N!,” they shouted.

Vienna stepped out of the hole she created in the side of the barn and smiled even wider, “You really brought the lost white boys to fight me?, I thought you were smarter than that, sweetie pie,”

By the time the boys sent a blast of power her way, she had stopped it before it even got close to her, sending it right back to them, knocking the wind out of them as they hit the trees

Chase stands in front of you, eyes pure black and yours pure white, “You picked the wrong girl to mess with,” Chase hadn’t used his power since that night he tried to take Caleb’s and that was a year ago, but he was right up there with Vienna almost.

“You think you can stop me from getting my sister’s power?,” she asks

“Can hardly call her your sister if you’re trying to kill her!,”

“Think of it as mercy. Better me than any other hag down the line. I took you in my dear, Y/N,”

“Chase, Chase she’s right,” you stand up. You hold your side and look down to see blood, “She’s won,” you looked up at him and watch his eyes return to normal.

“W-what do you mean?,”

All you did was kiss him and start walking away. He tried to stop you but you sent a blast of white energy his way.

“Y/N, STOP!,” Everyone was outside now as you limped towards Vienna’s smiling, tall figure.

“Please, Y/N/N, please!,” Mariah cried out, “Don’t do this,”

Reid caught her as she ran to you, “It’s not over, Riah. Y/N’s got something up her sleeve,” he whispers in her ear. Blythe knows this too. But everyone else thinks you’re about to give yourself away.

You fall to your knees in front of her and cry out in pain. She places her hand on your forehead, pushing your head back, “Say the words, sweetie pie,” she called you that nickname when she took you in. After you parents disappeared, she was there to guide you into the sisterhood properly and she gave you that nickname. It was like a bad curse now to hear her say it.

“I know it’s your birthday and all... but tell me you gift me your power- SAY IT!,”

She was so impatient, “I.. g-gift,”

“Y/N no!,” Piper screams. She couldn’t let you go. Especially since Acacia’s powers were within you now. But Vienna didn’t know that. That’s how you used it to your advantage.

“Fucking. say. the words,” She grits through her teeth.

“I gift you.. Vienna Woods, absolutely... fucking ...nothing,”

The smile on her face drops before she steps back kill you with one blast of energy until you put your hands up and nothing hits you. You open your eyes and see Acacia standing in front of you, she held her arms out as she held Vienna’s face tight in her grasp.

“Cacia?,” her voice was laced with fear. You looked around and saw all your ancestors in the same stance as you and Acacia. You were controlling their movement.

“You have me and our ancestors on your side now,” Acacia’s words echo in your mind.

You stand up on your feet and your eyes shine brighter than ever.

“Vienna Woods. Traitor to the sisterhood,” you, Acacia and your ancestors all speak at the same time. Your sisters and the boys stare wide eyes at the scene before them

“Holy fucking shit!,” they all quite literally say in unison.

“I-I’m.. I’m sorry!,” Vienna cried out as you lifted her into the air.

“It’s a bit too late to apologize, don’tcha think, sweetie pie?,” your tone was mocking.

“P-please. ancestors! I’m sorry for lusting for more power! I-I’ll do better, I’ll pay for what I’ve done. Just please forgive me!,” Vienna pleaded.

“Oh, you’ll pay alright. There is no redemption for going against the sisterhood,” you all spoke. You clench your hands in the empty air as well as your ancestors and Acacia’s hands tighten around Vienna’s head.

“You want to talk about mercy. I bet you wish I would place some on you right now,” Your hands continue to tighten around nothing but it causes Acacia’s to tighten around Vi’s head.

Vienna was screaming in pain and everyone else couldn’t do anything but stare wide eyed with jaws dropped. Mariah helped Chase stand up as you guided those to help you defeat Vi.

“Please!,” she was screaming bloody murder.

“It’s a bit too late to beg for your life,” Your words only came out of Acacia’s mouth this time. Vienna almost shit herself as the same words she used on Acacia have now come full circle to be used on her, “You’re weak. You don’t deserve what the Earth and Universe has gifted you...,”

Blood from Vienna’s head started dripping down her face, “No mercy will be placed on you in this life or the afterlife,” You and all your ancestors shout and you clench harder, making Vienna scream as loud as she could before squeezing her had to a pulp. Everyone could hear the cracking of her skull and the squelch of her brains as he body fell to the ground. You on the other hand are thrown back against the ground, back arching as you receive another wave of power. Your ancestors and Acacia all flow back into your spirit and you’re brought back to the real world. Breathing heavily as you lie down on the ground.

Chase runs back over to you and holds you tight, “Don’t scare me like that ever again, you hear me,” he holds your face and looks directly into your eyes.

You cry as you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, “That was a lot to handle,” You cry into his shoulder.

“I know, but I am so proud of you. We all are. You did it,”

Everyone gathered around you and hugged you as you did what you had to do. They know it was overwhelming, defeating someone as close to you as Vienna was hard, you never in a million years would have thought this night would happen.

“Let’s burn the body and get back to campus to properly celebrate your birthday, yeah?,” Blythe cracks a smile and helps you up. She rarely smiled but she was like a proud mother in this moment.

“Please! Cause this shit was wild. I need a fucking drink,” Juniper sighs.

“I second that!,”

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It was dark and cold as Vienna woke up. She didn’t know where she was.

Then everything became illuminated with a red glow and the place she was in grew hot.

“H-hello?,” she calls out and her voice echos, “Where am I?,” she holds herself and looks around.

“The realm of punishment for traitors to the sisterhood,” Acacia appears in front of her.

“Cacia,” Vi stand up and tries to hug her but she steps away.

“I am not here for a reunion. I am here to let our ancestors know who dared lust for more power and break a soul binding oath,”

All their ancestors appear once again.

“This is the place you will spend the rest of eternity. Torture will never end. Your screams will never be heard,”

Vienna’s mother comes up and shakes her head before placing her hand on her forehead, forcing her back down to her knees.

“Mom, please. I’m sorry,” Vienna cried.

“You are a disgrace to the sisterhood and for that you will pay,”

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Contrition: Chapter 1

Pairing: Chase Collins x Female!Witch!Reader Summary: As a Hedge Witch, you usually keep to yourself, performing odd jobs here and there for superstitious (and wealthy) people to exercise demons or expel ghosts or whatever. Sometimes this means just reading out of your book for a half an hour to give the customer peace of mind. Other times it means accidentally materializing a murderous warlock back into the physical plane. Warnings: Swearing (always), mentions of murder and death, struggles with addiction Word Count: ~5,122 A/N: AU where the events of The Covenant happened in 2011. Series is already completely written, so I’ll be releasing chapter at set intervals (One chapter every 3 days, so the next will be out the 18th at 4 pm EST and so on).

Masterlist // Next Chapter

You hated Ipswich. Hated the Sons of Ipswich and the way they used magic. The town was boring, but the people were superstitious (dating all the way back to the age of witch hunts), which meant you’d get jobs there on occasion.

So when you got a job from someone complaining about an old, haunted farmhouse, you groaned. It was more than likely one of the Sons playing pranks on the unsuspecting, naive townsfolk, but money was money so you packed up your tomes and reagents and drove partway across the country.

On the off chance it was an actual haunting, you brought salt, iron, and enough herbs for a bevvy of smudge sticks.

The drive wasn’t particularly intriguing and you went through at least ten CDs on the trip (you cursed being in the middle of nowhere where not even radio signals could reach). Your GPS crapped out the closer you got to the town until you eventually had to start actually reading street signs.

“Stupid-fucking-middle-of-nowhere-hick-town,” you muttered bitterly.

You were so focused on trying to find the road you needed that you nearly drove straight into a man who was crossing the street.

Well, “man” was perhaps a bit too generous. He couldn’t be older than thirty and was one of the damn SOIs.

You had half a mind to plow through him just to make him use magic, but slammed your foot on the break at the last second. You glared at him as he walked over to the driver’s side window, nearly retching at the smell of degenerative magic wafting off him.

“The hell do you want, SOI?” you asked, having half a mind to just drive away.

He frowned down at you, confusion lining his features. His dark brown eyes scanned the inside of your car and you had half a mind to hex him just for that. “You almost ran me over with your car and now you’re calling me a bean plant?” he asked, swagger making you want to punch him in his stupid face.

“S.O.I.,” you said with barely-contained annoyance. “Son of Ipswich.”

His face darkened as he stared down at you, posture suddenly tense. “I know we’re kinda well-known around here, but how could you tell I’m a Son of Ipswich from just a glance?” he asked, smile tight.

You rolled your eyes. “Please, I could smell your consuming magic from miles away.”

He stood straighter and your hairs stood on end as he gathered his powers, preparing to fight you, but you were already waving him away.

“I ain’t here for you, SOI. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just got called for a job,” you said disinterestedly. “You gonna leave the me hell alone or are we gonna have a problem?”

He stared at you for a moment longer before relaxing ever so slightly. “I’m going to tell the others about you. Don’t be surprised if one of them drops in on you later.”

You glared up at him, hand reaching for one of your wards, just in case. “If one of you ruins my cleansing we’re gonna have issues.”

He smirked at that. “I get it now. You’re a hedge witch.”

You bristled at his tone. How dare he, with his necrotic, draining magic, judge you? You’d live ten of his lifetimes, existing more nobly than he ever could.

You bit back a plethora of curses and instead smiled in a manner you hoped was disarming. “I’m going to say this once, and only once: Leave me to my own devices while I’m in Ipswich and we won’t have any issues. Cross me while I’m working and you’ll live to regret it.”

He seemed to regard you for a moment before extending his hand. You flinched away from it, hand tightening on your ward, before you realized he meant to shake your hand.

“The name’s Caleb Danvers,” he said when you still hadn’t moved to take his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know that name. You ascended a few years ago. Blasted the Fifth into oblivion.”

He looked suddenly sheepish and perhaps a bit nervous, which was odd for a man of his stature and power. “Yeah, that’s me. Nice to know my reputation precedes me.”

You leaned back into your seat, unimpressed, flat stare boring holes through his skull.

He sighed. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. It was wrong of me to test you like that. I could tell you were different but I couldn’t tell how. Let me make it up to you by making sure Pogue, Reid, and Tyler stay out of your hair while you’re in town?” he asked, all toothy smiles.

You scoffed. “Nah, let em bother me. I’ll send ‘em back as toads, just to amuse myself,” you said, perhaps a bit too spitefully.

Caleb let out a deep sigh. “I can tell I’m not going to win you over. Just... good luck with whatever you’re doing, alright?”

You glared at him. “I don’t need luck, Son of Ipswich. Keep it, because you need it more than I ever will.”

And without saying another word to him you shifted your car into gear and resumed your search.

A barn. Your client- a frazzled middle aged woman whose name you couldn’t be fucked to remember- wanted you to cleanse a barn. She’d apparently bought the land recently and while she was trying to clean up the barn, a few strange occurrences had her questioning her sanity. Scared, confused, and superstitious, her search for someone who could remedy the supernatural led her to you.

She refused to go anywhere near the property until you were done so you made the trip down the pothole ridden one-lane dirt road in your Jeep by yourself.

The barn was really more of an open field where a barn had once stood. A few support beams still existed, but it was clear from a glance a fire had destroyed most of the original building. You had to watch your footing as you clambered through the tall grass with books and reagents in-hand, as old farm tools (some of which still looked dangerously sharp) were strewn about.

As soon as you got close, an uneasy feeling settled at the base of your spine, which immediately made you pay more attention to your surroundings. You’d learned long ago to listen to your senses, and right now they were telling you there was something dangerous nearby.

It seemed the lady wasn’t completely paranoid, after all. You’d have to work for your paycheck today.

You set your tomes down and grabbed the small white-wood bowl that was black on the inside from previous smudge sticks. You pulled a smudge stick from your coat pocket and lit it with a snap of your fingers.

You walked forward, waving it slowly, expecting some of the negative energy to dissipate, but it only seemed to get stronger the closer you got to what used to be the center of the barn.

It was almost suffocating, the negative energy swirling in the area. You’d been doing this a long time (much longer than someone would guess based on your appearance) and you’d never felt anything like this before.

You backed away slowly, realizing you’d have to bring out the big guns for this one. The smell made your nose scrunch up; rotting flesh not unlike that which you recognized from only the angriest, most violent spirits. It was better to be safe than sorry with cases like this.

You grabbed your tome, salt, and crystals from the spot a few yards/meters away and returned to the spot you’d left the smudge stick at. Once you found a space you were sure wasn’t full of sharp objects that’d puncture your ass, you took a seat. After pouring a small, neat salt circle you grabbed two more smudge sticks and levitated them short distances away to opposite sides of the barn. Even that didn’t do much to staunch the negative energy that seemed to be pouring out of the very air around you. You had an iron dagger by your side, ready to grab it at a moment’s notice if need be.

The tome’s pages creaked gently as you opened it and flipped to the page for cleansing spirits. The incantation was a long and powerful one, designed to rid an area of even the strongest spirit. Normally it’d be performed by a coven, but you were a Hedge Witch. You worked alone. In the space In Between.

Knowing you’d be at it for the better part of an hour, you grimaced and wiggled a bit, trying in vain to get just a little bit more comfortable. Realizing it was a fool’s errand, you began reading.

An hour. You read for an entire hour. Did the whole thing twice and still the foul energy permeated the area.

“That was interesting.”

You nearly jumped a foot in the air as you spun around, trying to see the person who’d just spoken.

No one was there.

You turned as you stood slowly, pivoting to look in every direction. Something had definitely spoken, but spirits were never that clear; you sensed their feelings and intent rather than hearing their words.

Suddenly, a fresh wave of the energy rolled over you and you fought the urge to gag.

You knew that smell.

You’d smelled it earlier today.

“Son of Ipswich,” you hissed, drawing your dagger.

“So you know what I am,” the voice said. It was loud, as though the speaker was right behind you, but when you turned there was nothing there. Again.

“Show yourself, coward,” you spat. “I have no time for your games. Which one are you? Caleb? Pogue? Tyler? Reid?” you asked, turning slowly on the spot. Your other hand slowly reached into your pocket, reaching for your warding crystal. If you could just see the bastard, then-

“Ha!” the voice laughed, though it sounded hateful rather than amused. “I’m not one of those losers.”

You spun, though you knew what you’d see: nothing. “Bullshit!” you swore, glaring at the air around you. “I know a Son of Ipswich when I smell one. I’d know that rotting stench anywhere. Now show yourself before I blow the whole area to hell.”

“Can’t do that, hot stuff. Whatever you did seriously messed with the In Between, but I can’t even make myself corporeal on the physical plane. Hell, I haven’t been able to see the physical plane in... what year is it?” the voice asked, suddenly sounding almost innocently curious. For the life of you, you couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was coming from.

Your best option was to keep him talking until you discovered his hiding spot. You weren’t buying his crap for a second. “2018,” you told him.

But he didn’t respond. You knew he was still there- his foul stench was still stinking the place up- but he’d stopped talking.

Finally, “Six years,” the voice breathed, sounding distraught.

You froze, mind slamming into overdrive. Six years. Son of Ipswich.

“Chase? Chase Collins?” you whispered, hoping to hell you were being punked or something.

“How do you know that name?” he asked, sounding wary now.

You stood there, dumbstruck. “Everyone in the magical community knows the story. Chase Goodwin Pope, the missing son of Ipswich. Addicted to his powers, he tried to forcibly take the powers of the other Sons of Ipswich. Killed his adoptive parents and an innocent schoolmate to hide his secret,” you said, facts rolling off your tongue without you having to think about them. This was bad. This was very, very bad. You’d weakened the In Between in the area by performing your cleansing, letting Chase, who’d been banished from the world by Caleb, once again see the physical realm.

Chase growled his anger. “Now you’re the one spouting bullshit. You don’t know anything about me,” he spat. The energy around you came to a crescendo and you fought back the urge to heave the contents of your stomach up on the spot.

He was stronger than any spirit would be and he’d be trapped In Between for eternity if you didn’t do something. People would get hurt. He’d drive people insane and his ability to traverse the In Between would only grow the longer you left him.

“Fine. Then tell me about it. Face to face,” you said, steeling yourself as you took a deep breath through your mouth.

He barked out a short, bitter laugh. “Are you mocking me now, little witch? You think I’d still be trapped in this hell if I had the power to free myself?”

You glared at the space in front of you. “I can get you out.”

He sounded surprised and dubious when he spoke next. “And why would you do that?”

You frowned. “’Cause you’re too dangerous to normal humans in there,” you said. Then, your lips tilted up into a challenging smirk. “Plus, I can’t kill you proper unless you’re in the physical realm.”

Chase’s laugh was loud and amused. “You think you can kill me, Hedge Witch?” he asked. It was clear from his tone what he thought the chances of that were.

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “Well, if you’re so sure that I can’t kill you then what’ve you got to lose? You get to walk free in the physical realm and kill an insolent Hedge Witch as a bonus.”

Chase took a moment to respond, but he sounded just as cocky and self-assured as ever. “Do the spell, Hedge Witch.”

You smirked. “I knew you’d come around. You need to perform the same spell from your side too. I take it you can see my spellbook?” you asked, nodding down the book in question.

“Yeah, it was the first thing I saw when the world started forming around me... besides your ugly mug, of course.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Sit across the book from me. I have it memorized so I’ll let you read off of it,” you ordered as you sat back down on your well worn spot. You felt the energy shift around you as he moved in the In Between.

When he spoke again, he sounded like he was only a foot or so in front of you. “Let’s get this over with, then. I haven’t casted in six years and I miss the feeling,” he said.

You glowered at the space in front of you, but nodded. “Yeah, the sooner this is over the better.”

“It didn’t work,” Chase bitched, still as invisible as ever.

You smirked, fighting back a laugh. “Yeah, it did.” You winced as you felt a strong wave of energy flow through you.

“Well your head’s still attached to your shoulders so I’m gonna have to say no, no it didn’t,” he argued.

“That’s because that wasn’t the spell to get you into the physical realm,” you said, barely holding back a shit-eating grin.

There was a pause, then he spoke, deadly calm, “What the fuck did you do?”

“Where are you, exactly? In relation to me?” you asked, reaching into your pocket to pull out a thin cyan crystal.

“About two feet in front of you and a little to your left,” Chase said bitterly. “Now are you going to tell me what that shit was for, or-”

His words died in his throat as you crushed the crystal in your hand. Cyan smoke enveloped the area around you and you quickly stepped back, waving the smoke away as Chase Collins slowly materialized.

He was looking down at his hands as though he could barely believe it. He lifted a shoe and then placed it back down on the ground uncertainly, grinning when it hit the ground. He even did a little hop which would have been cute if he wasn’t a damn murdering psychopath.

He looked up at you and you forgot to breathe for a moment as those clear blue-grey eyes zeroed in on you. No wonder Caleb and the other Sons had been so quick to trust him. With a face like that, who wouldn’t?

“Thank you, little Hedge Witch. But I’ll be going now,” he said, grinning viciously as he stuck a hand out, likely to send a bone-crushing concussive blast your way.

You smiled blandly as exactly nothing happened.

The smile slowly slipped off his face and he looked down at his hand like he didn’t recognize it. His gaze snapped back up to you and he thrust his hand out again, but, once more, nothing happened.

He stared at you with rapidly growing horror. “What did you do?”

You smirked at him like a cat that caught the canary. “We sealed away your powers,” you said with probably more satisfaction than was necessary.

Chase looked at you, horrified. “That’s the spell we performed? You took away my powers? That shouldn’t even be possible! I should be dead!” he said, sounding both scared and angry.

You rolled your eyes and began gathering up your things. “Yeah, well, there are plenty of things you SOIs don’t know because you think you’re too good for certain magics.”

He was advancing on you menacingly, closing the distance between you in only a few long strides. “I don’t need magic to kill you, you fucking bi-”

You looked up just in time to watch him get blown backward the second he tried to touch you. He flew at least fifteen feet through the air and landed in a heap in the tall grass.

“Oh yeah, did I forget to tell you you can’t touch me without my permission?” you asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you!” Chase yelled back, sounding more than a little winded.

You tucked your tome under your arm and grabbed the last little bits of crystals and other paraphernalia that had come out of your bags and pockets during the excitement.

“Come on, then,” you called to him, turning your back on him to walk back towards your Jeep.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you crazy fucking Hedge Witch!” he yelled. From the sound of it he was on his feet again and walking towards you.

“Then you can stay here and wait for the other Sons to find you, powerless and alone,” you countered, not bothering to turn around when you felt your wards catch an object he’d flung at the back of your head. You heard something heavy and metallic fall to the ground a second later, followed by a muttered curse.

“Your choice, Goodwin-Pope-Collins, but choose fast. I got places to be and I’m not coming back,” you said, as you placed your tools carefully into the back seat of your car.

You weren’t too surprised when you heard the passenger-side door opening as you slid into the driver’s seat.

You glanced over at Chase who, if looks could kill, would have murdered you ten times over. “Good choice,” you said with a smile as you turned the Jeep on and did a U-turn in the grass and headed back towards town.

One glamour crystal and a thousand dollars later you were on the highway, Ipswich a distant speck in your rear view mirror.

“So you’re a con artist,” Chase said from his spot in the passenger seat, staring at you with as much judgement as he could muster.

You smirked. “Sometimes, yeah. Sometimes I do real work... but when there isn’t I like to think of it as being paid to give people peace of mind,” you explained.

“A thousand bucks is a lot of money for peace of mind,” Chase said, obviously annoyed. “Where are you taking me?” he asked suddenly, turning those sharp steel blue eyes on you.

You shrugged lazily as you sped down the nearly-empty highway. “Dunno yet. Not so sure I should let you outta my sight. Something tells me you’re dangerous even without your powers.”

He didn’t respond to that, instead changing tactics. “What did you do with my powers?”

“Sealed ‘em,” you said as you turned up the stereo, attempting to tune him out.

He growled in frustration and turned the volume down to almost nothing. “What does that even mean?” he asked angrily.

You glared at him, but returned your eyes back to the road after a second. “Exactly what it sounds like. I sealed your powers away so you can’t use ‘em. They’re still part of you which is why you’re not six feet under right now, but you can’t access ‘em,” you explained.

“How did you get me out of the astral realm?” he asked, obviously trying to catch you unawares.

“I’m a Hedge Witch, idiot. The In Between is a place I know intimately even if I don’t frequent it myself. Getting you out was easier than banishing a restless spirit,” you snarked.

He stared at you flatly for a second or two. “I hate you,” he deadpanned.

You nearly laughed at that and a mirthless smile worked its way onto your face. “Feeling’s mutual, pal.”

By the time you pulled into the driveway of your home, Chase had grown tired of grilling you for information. You were sure he wasn’t done, but he at least had the decency to pause long enough to eat and sleep.

“Wake up, fucker,” you said, throwing a used napkin at his face.

He jolted awake instantly and grabbed sleepily at the napkin, finally looking up and glaring at you when it made an audible squishing noise in his hand. “Where are we?” he asked tersely as he peered up through the windshield at your little one-floor country house with unmistakable disdain. There wasn’t another house around for over a mile.

“My home,” you said with a smirk as you opened the door to your car and hopped down onto the pavement. You heard the passenger door open and close and a second later Chase was as close as he could be to you without being blasted away by your wards while you gathered your items up from the back seat.

“And why the hell did you bring me here?” he spat.

You carefully juggled your things in your hands and used your hip to shut the door, giving him a dirty look when he didn’t move to help you at all. “Because you’re dangerous and I can’t in good conscience let you out into the world,” you said as you trundled over to your front door, thankful you’d had the foresight to have your keys in your hands before you got to the door.

“And what’s to stop me from just leaving?” he asked, barely two feet away.

“Nothing, really, but you won’t,” you said as you unlocked the door and practically fell through the doorway in an attempt to keep everything from tumbling to the ground.

You could feel him glaring holes through the back of your skull as you placed your things down in the entryway (putting them away was a problem for a later date- you were dead on your feet). “Because you’re the only way I can get my powers back,” he guessed shrewdly.

You turned to look at him, hand on your cocked hip. “Ooh, I guess there’s something in that noggin after all,” you said, giving him a pat on the head before he could flinch away. His hair was silky soft, which you hadn’t been expecting. When he wasn’t blasted back into the front door he looked at you incredulously for a moment before a wicked grin crept onto his face, but you dashed his hopes before he tried something stupid. “Nah ah, don’t even think about it. The wards are still in place. I can touch you if I want, but you can’t touch me unless I let you.”

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. “So I’m stuck with you until I can figure out how to get my powers back. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

You rolled your eyes and walked to the kitchen. “You’re not getting your powers back,” you said, rifling through the pantry for something remotely edible. You really should clean it out more often, but that was so much work and the fungus was sometimes useful for potions.

“Says you,” Chase said defiantly as he trailed after you like the world’s angriest, murderiest puppy.

You whirled on him, his attitude finally getting the better of your patience. “Look you stupid, arrogant, high-chasing witch boy,” you spat, poking him so hard in the chest that he almost lost his balance. “Your powers eat away at your life force. They’re addictive and sanity-inducing. They corrupt anything and everything around them but you dense motherfuckers never seem to realize that! You use and use and use until you’re wrinkled and decrepit at forty! Even Sons who grow up knowing about their powers don’t always have the ability to stop themselves from using! You didn’t have that. You grew up using more than any of the other four Sons combined, not knowing what it’d mean the moment you hit eighteen. You deluded yourself into thinking you could extend your life if you took the other Sons’ powers- their very lives-, but that’s not how it works! Don’t you see, you absolute fucking dimwit? I did you a fucking favor by sealing your powers. You’ll be able to see your twentieth damn birthday! You can have a life!” you yelled, having gotten louder and louder the longer you spoke without realizing it.

Chase looked murderous as he loomed over you. “And I didn’t ask for that! I didn’t want this you pretentious bitch! I need my magic! It’s a part of me and it’s not your right to take that away from me!” he screamed, face beginning to turn red from anger.

You took a deep, calming breath and stared him dead in the eyes. “If you’re trying to convince me that you’re in control of your decisions, you’re doing a poor job.”

Chase lunged for you with a barely human snarl, nearly causing you to flinch, but he was readily repelled backwards by your wards. He landed in the kitchen in a heap, scattering pots, pans, and spices everywhere.

He let out a string of curses that would have made the devil himself blush and stood as though he’d merely been sitting down on the floor and not been blown fifteen feet into a solid countertop.

You watched calmly as he reached for anything and everything. Dishes and glassware were dashed upon the tiled floor. Silverware was thrown through your windows. Food was flung across all the surfaces. He didn’t try throwing anything at you, instead focusing on destroying anything he could see. Cupboards were ripped from their hinges and used to dent the sides of the refrigerator and oven. The glass top of the stove survived the assault of the cupboard drawer only to be shattered into a spiderweb pattern by the electric mixer.

He didn’t stop, even when not a single thing in your kitchen remained whole. Instead he moved to the living room and you watched quietly as he began destroying everything there, too.

By the time he was done, the stuffing from your couch and pillows made the room look almost festive, as though it had snowed indoors. All of your cluttered knick-knacks were in pieces on the floor and each and every window was shattered, ensuring the living room was now drafty.

When he began walking down the hall, though, you narrowed your eyes, patience once again wearing thin. He was sick, but even your kindness had its limits.

He reached out for the door handle on the right and you moved quick as lightning, tossing a deep blue crystal at him, which shattered on impact with his arm and enveloped him in a thick, stifling fog.

You watched as he slumped slowly then eventually passed out on his feet and fell to the floor with an almighty thud.

You sighed as you walked over to him and nudged him with your foot. Out like a light.

When asleep, he looked almost cute. Innocent, peaceful. Not like a man capable of destroying half of your possessions in a fit of rage.

You grumbled your annoyance as you hefted him onto and over your shoulder.

The walk to the spare room was a little less than graceful (Chase wasn’t exactly small and you could tell just from this simple contact that he was very, very fit). You ended up dropping him accidentally when you tried to open the door and only just barely managed to stop him from landing on his neck with a last minute hover spell.

You opened the door and carefully pushed him into the room, doing your best to avoid running him into errant table or chair legs. One slight struggle of lifting him into the bed later and your mission was accomplished. You huffed in satisfaction and exhaustion in equal measure as you ran a hand through your hair. You glanced down at him and your breath caught in your throat. The warm evening sun streamed in through the windows, alighting the particles that danced in the air around you before finally landing on Chase’s sleeping form. You found yourself perching on the edge of the bed without thinking about it, hand outstretched towards him. His hair, which normally stood up thanks to some sort of hair product, had fallen onto his forehead and you brushed it aside with the lightest of touches.

He was gorgeous. Intelligent. Driven.

And so, so tragic.

With a sigh you tore your eyes from his sleeping form and left the room, leaving the door unlocked so he wouldn’t tear a hole through the wall to the outside world or something when he woke up.

You went to your room- the first door on the right- and collapsed onto your bed with a pathetic groan. What had you been thinking? Taking a Son of Ipswich with you, and the most insane one at that? Surely you’d sustained brain damage in your years on this green earth.

No, helping things is what you did, whether it be an under-watered plant, a bird with a broken wing, or a half-insane magic-addicted warlock.

You set the alarm on your phone to go off relatively early in the morning, though you had a feeling you’d be woken up by your house guest long before then, and buried your face into your pillow, not even bothering to remove your clothes.

“It’s gonna be a long, long few months...” you grunted to no one in particular. Your bedroom kept its impartial silence and you sighed once more before sleep took you.

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