#cute deadly witches

[milli-moi]

Agathario This or That

SFW version (green for Rio, purple for agatha, two for both/can’t decide)

Sunrise or sunset 💚💜

Coffee 💜or tea 💚

Bath 💜💚*or shower (Rio says bath if Agatha is already in it)

Run 💚or walk 💜

Dogs or cats 💚💜

Tv shows💚💜 or movies

Sitcoms 💚or dramas 💜

Wine 💜or dessert💚

Books 💜💚or blogs

Introvert or extrovert 💚💜

Night owl 💜💚or early bird

Team or individual 💚💜

Sports💚 or clubs 💜

Board games💚💜* or video games (*they are both more familiar with board games and highly likely to break video games when it gets too competitive)

💜Leader or 💚💚*follower (*Rio is a leader unless Agatha is there)

Party host 💜💜*or 💚party guest (* Agatha wants to know why neither isn’t an option)

Text 💜or call 💚

One bestie💜💚 or friend group

Spicy version under the cut…

Wash my body in the shower 💜💚or rub lotion into my skin after a shower

Have sex before or 💚💚*after date night 💜 (* Rio wants to know why not both?)

Lick your ears or your nipples 💚💜

Bite your nipples 💜or suck your nipples 💚💚* (*Rio is a biter. But she also has a bit of a fetish and reminisces back to when Agatha was pregnant)

a hickey on your neck💚💜 or on your stomach

Use my fingers to pleasure you 💜or my tongue to pleasure you 💚 (author’s note - control, and worship respectively)

Spoon naked 💚or spoon with silky clothes on 💜* (*skin is sticky)

Give you oral sex on the bed 💚💜or oral sex in the shower

Wear lingerie 💜or be totally naked 💚

Be on top during sex💜 or on the bottom during sex 💚💚* (* Rio is happy with either or often both as naturally happens. She always had to take the lead while Agatha was learning how this stuff worked but loves to let Agatha take that control now she is confident doing so)

Eat whipped cream off my body or 💜💜*eat chocolate syrup off my body 💚💚* (* Agatha says why make more sticky mess, no thanks. Rio would happily just eat your body…)

Watch us have sex in the mirror 💚💜* or on your phone camera (* they still remember seeing their reflection on the surface of the water)

Have the lights on 💚💜during sex or lights off

Take turns giving each other oral 💚or 69 💜 (author’s note- again with the control and worship things)

Lay down while I give you oral sex 💜or stand up while I give you oral sex 💚

I use a toy on you or I use the fingers on you 💚💜*. (* they both remember the early crude examples of toys which were less functional, Agatha is not a fan of things looking too phallic. Rio prides herself in finding them unessecery)

Thoughts…? Agree or disagree, some of these were hard to decide on, and I have a lot of ‘why’ for them but it’s always fun exploring characters like this. Please tell me what you think and please tag me if you do or see any other this or that things for these guys. It’d be fun to see them.

[kaysungshine]

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{ Pairing } - Elf!Felix x Witch.afab!Reader

{ Genre } - Smut, Dark, Fantasy

{ Synopsis } - It is said, that if you ever find yourself inside of a fairy ring. The fae will punish you, by making you dance until you are passing out from exhaustion. But when you find yourself doing a different kind of 'dance' on the ground, in the middle of one, with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen you might add, you wonder; is this truly a punishment?

{ WC } - 7.7k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, aphrodisiac effects, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), rough/hard sex, overstimulation, big dick felix, dacryphilia, talk of breeding & mating, talking of mating rituals, please don't touch fly agaric mushrooms, srsly they're toxic and deadly, possible incorrect french usage.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - For the love of all things skz. DO NOT EVER TOUCH FLY AGARIC/AMANITA MUSCARIA MUSHROOMS. THEY ARE TOXIC. DEADLY. This is also probably the darkest thing I've written on this account so far. But it doesn't feel inherently evil to me personally??? But it is enough to warrant a TW! This started off as a birthday oneshot for Felix. I'm starting to think I'm no good at oneshots. This could be left alone, but it could also be a series... I have so many world building thoughts, but idk if I wanna do that. What do you think?

Dusk was approaching as you made your way home from your walk. 

You were blessed to own a cute little home, right on the edge of a beautiful and mysterious forest. Every day you were able to take nature walks, wandering through the treeline, exploring the vegetation. Collecting materials, making sure never to take too much of what the woodland had to offer. And caring for as much as you could, though you knew you were not essential to the survival of wilderness itself. 

That didn't stop you from befriending the little critters who made their home there, or from essentially finding your own second home there. 

You never brought anything with you to permanently invade nature. Instead you wrapped your daily essentials in a little bindle. It usually contained a hearty snack, a book or two, endless vials and jars, your cell, and a small emergency kit. Homemade salves, balms, and tonics included. 

You always had some new shiny objects for your crow friends, making sure to exchange the gifts they left for you at your designated spot. And you always made sure to leave some nuts and seeds for the various rodents who liked to stuff their cheeks. Again, you didn't need to, but they really liked sweet black walnuts and salty peanuts in the shells. Who were you to deny them that treat! 

Some days you brought select crystals with you, cleaning and recharging them in the streams of spring water. Other days you'd use that same water, sealing it in jars and leaving it nearby to make moon water overnight. Those were about the only two things you ever left in the forest, always making sure to come back the next day and retrieve them. 

You always carry a little basket with you too. The forest was abundant in ingredients for many different things. Your favorite is mushrooms and fungi. 

There were many times you'd find a log of an oak tree, fallen over and resting on the ground. A bunch of chicken of the woods growing on it. You'd collect them, taking them home to cook for dinner or other meals.

Other days you'd find lion's mane, and make sure to gather some for your favorite tincture to make and take. It did wonders for your anxiety. 

You were a green witch through and through, and you were raised this way. You drew your energy and essence from nature, always taking little bits of it home. 

Today was no different. Forgoing mushrooms, you instead had bundles of mugwort and a jar full of mulberries in your wicker basket. Wrapped in a little cloth were a bunch of spicebush berries.

You were nearing the last clearing within the woods, your house was about a ten minute walk away at this point. 

The soft moss against your bare feet was grounding, and you were listening to the buzz and crackle of nightlife within the forest. Your white skirt ended at your knees, flaring out. The chiffon is blowing in the cool breeze. It was still tshirt weather, and that's exactly what you wore on top. A fitted one, pale and muted ivy green. You gave up on bras long ago, you were a solitary creature anyways. The friends who did visit never cared about your attire.

You were in your own world, playing a balancing game on a stump and humming to yourself, when flashes of red caught your eye. 

In the clearing, scattered in a broken circle, was fly agaric. 

Your heart fluttered at this rare find. You walk past this clearing daily, and never noticed any of the red mushrooms with white speckles there before. 

Eagerly, you approach. In the back of your mind, warning bells are going off. Thinking back to childhood, of the stories your mom once told you of the fae folk. You'd encountered fairy rings before, but never of this type of mushroom, and never broken ones. Certainly never one so big. You never breached the little white rings in the past, not wanting to mess with entities so possibly mischievous. 

But it would be fine right? This might not even be considered a fairy ring. It was sort of... circle-ish? But not really. There were so many gaps in between them, it wasn't a perfect circle like you'd seen in the past. And these mushrooms were so rare and so powerful, in so many ways. You could feel their energy radiating around you.

You glanced around, searching for any signs of immortal creatures lurking near. You saw and heard nothing, but that would be typical. They never willingly reveal themselves, in fact... You've never seen one. You've never seen any kind of fae folk. It's not that you didn't believe in them, you were sure some form of them existed. Afterall, you practice a form of magick. Your own form, and that exists. 

You were convinced all mythical creatures either exist or had existed, the idea of them couldn't come from nothing. Not when they were in so many stories across all different cultures. 

You paused for a few more moments, really trying to feel any negative energy. There was none, there was never any in your little forest. 

So, tentatively, you took a few steps forward. Then you paused again, waiting for something to pop out. 

Nothing.

You giggled to yourself happily, and then bent down to pluck the mushrooms from the marshy earth. 

They all varied in size, some were large with bulbous caps. Some were shorter, and had flatter caps. Each mushroom, you made sure to pick with a cloth barrier between them and your fingers. These could be deadly if used the wrong way or taken in excess. You had no idea what would happen if you came into direct contact with it, on your bare skin. 

You really should start carrying gloves with you.

You made your way around the broken circle, humming in between giggles, and unconsciously dancing. You were nearly prancing each bare step to the next. 

If you had paid more attention to your mothers tales, you'd realize the consequences of stepping inside a fairy ring were already taking effect.

You were collecting more than you needed now, your basket was overflowing. But still, you didn't want to stop. You felt strangely overcome with merriment. You never felt more at home in these woods than this moment. 

You mindlessly set your basket down, your humming growing in volume. You looked to the sky, as you allowed your body to sway back and forth. Arms stretched out towards the waning moon, coming to life in the dark sky surrounding you. 

Your eyes closed, soaking in the moonlight. And you brought your arms back down, letting them float at your sides as you twirled, and twirled. Your skirt flutters up to reveal your thighs even more, hair whipping in your face. You revelled in the feeling of the squishy dirt beneath your feet. You felt grounded, but as if you were flying all at the same time.

You don't know when your solitude was breached, or if you were ever truly alone in the first place, but you finally noticed his presence when his hands intertwined with yours. 

He was twirling with you, spinning you in circles. 

He was nearly glowing, strawberry colored lips revealing the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. His long, straight white hair framed his face stunningly, tendrils of it outlining his strong jaw line. And his face... so, perfect. He had hundreds of freckles splashed across his cheeks, nose and eyes. Even some scattering up to his hairline, and down to his chin. You'd imagine you could create many constellations with them, like the stars that twinkle in the night sky. He adorned various jewelry, all silver. In his ears, and a cuff across the bridge of his nose. He even wore a gorgeous crown that laid across his forehead as a head piece. It was thin, and wiry, made up of gorgeous silver filigree that shone in the moonlight. You knew that the rings you felt in between your fingers would be silver too. 

He wore all white. You couldn't be sure exactly what his outfit was, but his shirt was a flowing lace up top. Revealing delicate collar bones and toned chest. It was mostly a blur in the midst of his movements. 

Your gasp was delayed, only coming out when he pulled you closer to him. Your hand remains in his, while his arm is wrapped around your waist. You were nearly flush with him, feeling the rest of his chiseled torso against your plush body. But he kept your face at some distance to maintain eye contact. The smile never slipped from his lips. 

He has you captivated, and the two of you don't falter in your melodic movements once. His eyes bore into you, dark and sharp. Yet he exuded a certain softness, and you found yourself lost in the moment. It didn't seem real. 

But it was. 

You were seeing him. In all his glory, ever mysterious and breathtaking. The most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. 

You were hearing him. He was humming the same tune you were, an old lullaby your mom used to sing to you. His voice was deep, and even, harmonizing with your breathy high pitched voice beautifully. 

You were feeling him. He was touching you, his hand interlocked with yours. His grip around your waist is gentle but possessive. He held you like he didn't want to break you, but knew if he was too loose, you'd go running. 

Though you weren't so sure you would run. 

Your mind was racing. There's no way you could stumble across a perfect stranger, who was immediately dancing with you, so close to the edge of the forest. So close to your house. Maybe this was some sort of hallucination. A side effect of being surrounded by so many toxic mushrooms. 

The mushrooms. 

That was it, it all clicked. Too late did the rest of your mother's words ring in your ears. 

His aura, his energy, his perfect pixie-like features. You noticed the point of his ears now, the glittery sheen to his skin. His smile is full of white pointed teeth, dull now, but you could tell they were once sharper in the past. His slight cat-like eyes, giving them that sharp look even though everything else about him screamed delicate.

Your humming stopped, but his didn't. Your mother's voice is filling your head, and you were repeating the words she once told you so long ago. 

'and if you're caught, the fae folk will punish you. You'll be dancing within the ring until you faint from exhaustion.' you whispered quietly. 

His smile only grew, a glint lighting up his eyes. 

He finally spoke, his chest vibrating against yours, "Wise words, from a magnificent young lady."

He had an accent, you couldn't quite place it. Something between old english and australian. It made you want to melt. 

He started laughing, and you were sure that if he didn't have a grip on you, you would've slid to the ground. 

You've both stopped twirling, but he's still moving you, moving with you. Swaying back and forth. 

"Who are you?" You ask curiously. 

"Who?" He chuckles, "Usually it's 'what are you', that people ask me. Though it's been almost a century since I have revealed myself to a mortal."

A century? Your mouth dries, and you feel something akin to fear course through your veins. But you aren't scared of him for some reason. Wary, suspicious, but not scared. 

"You're different though, you seem to have at least a diminutive amount of knowledge of my realm." 

You want to get angry at that comment. You'd like to consider yourself well informed and educated on all supernatural and magickal subjects. There'd always be more to learn though, and the human brain simply could not grasp it in its entirety. So he wasn't wrong. 

You're still saying nothing, dazed from his presence. So he continues. 

"You were right when you said fae folk." He assures. 

"You're a fairy?" You whisper, wonder dazzling in your voice.

At that he laughs again, and you swear you hear small chimes behind it.

"An elf. I believe that is the universal name humans gave us. Not all fae are fairies, there are others too." 

As he speaks, he lets go of your hand, bringing his fingers up to brush strands of hair from your face. His touch is warm, for some reason that shocks you. 

"Elf." You repeat, not a question, but a statement.

He hums, in agreement and starts to twirl you around again. His hand resting on your cheek, thumb brushing featherlight touches against it. 

You're trying very hard to wrap your head around the entire scenario. You shouldn't be surprised. You've dealt with other worldly things in the past. Spiritual realms are completely different from anything having to do with the fae world though. 

Worry floods through you again once you realize what's happening. 

"Am I being punished?" You lip quivers as you speak, "I-I was just trying to collec-"

He's bringing his head down, his forehead meeting yours. You feel the cold bite of the silver headpiece touching your skin. It's enough to shut you up.

"Shhh, darling. Don't view it as a punishment." 

"I don't want to dance until I pass out." You slowly say, even though your body feels otherwise.

Underneath the initial shock and caution, you still felt that overwhelming happiness. It was borderline euphoric... and strangely arousing. 

Everything happening inside your mind and body right now was so confusing. You were feeling lost, and found yourself clinging to the man--the elf, before you. 

"You pretty creature, don't worry. Danser dans le ronds de sorcières... that's for children." 

French? This being was a riddle. 

"I don't understand." You force out. 

He leans back a bit, so he can look into your eyes and your thighs clench, "We tell the kids, fae and human, that if a mortal is caught within our rings. They dance to exhaustion. The humans carried this myth with them into adulthood, while our kind later learned the truth of these special rings." 

He's still dancing with you, moving your body elegantly to a now imaginary song. Leading you in something reminiscent of a waltz, but you can barely focus on that when his touches are electric against your skin. 

"The truth?" You ask. 

He's dipping you down now, bending with your body as he once again is peering into your eyes. At first you think it's part of the dance. Until your back meets the land that was underneath your feet. The mixture of smells was potent. The scent of damp moss, and semi-sweet foliage filling your nose. 

He hums again, "It was never an entire lie, it always started off with dancing." 

The timbre of his voice was pooling wetness in your panties. You felt beads of sweat forming on your brow, and you were bewildered at how your body was reacting right now. It didn't make sense. 

His body is hovering over you now, his face coming close to yours. His nose is brushing along yours before he speaks again. 

"What better way to set the mood than a passionate dance, and in this case, under the moonlight?"

You whimpered, feeling disoriented and needing his touch. 

"I don't even know your name.", was the only thing you managed to mumble. 

He chuckled, and you felt his breath puff against your lips, "It's unimportant darling, but since you're so... alluring. You can call me Felix... I'd love to hear it rolling off your tongue when I make you cum."

You were mewling at the thought of fucking this mystical being, when you felt his lips against yours.

He was almost lazy in the way he kissed you. Seemingly in no rush at all. And it's not that you were complaining, but you wanted more. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing his body flush with yours. 

He was smiling against your lips now, and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access. 

"So eager. Patience little dove. You'll get what you desire and more." 

You knew it was absurd to lust after a man--an elf, gods how could you keep forgetting that, that you just met. But your body was burning and it felt like he was your only rescue. 

His hands wandered your body, groping and massaging every inch. 

He had your leg wrapped around him, his hand trailing down the back of your thigh and his lips attached to your neck. He was marking you with what you imagined to be the most beautiful bruises. You were panting at this point, and it felt ridiculous to be this turned on by so little. By a stranger. But it didn't make you want to stop.

His fingers reached the edge of your panties, and you gasped. You felt his smile again, he was enjoying every bit of this. You felt powerless to his strokes against you. Your hips were bucking up, chasing for friction.

His hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers squeezing into your flesh, pinning you further into the dirt. 

You hissed before whining, begging "Please."

"I said be patient." His voice was stern as he spoke against your ear.

It still didn't stop you from squirming beneath him, your mind wasn't registering anything beyond wanting to feel him filling you up. 

He brought his face back to yours, eyes gleaming and the most naughty expression written across it. 

"Fine. As you wish, little dove. But don't forget, I was trying to ease you into this." 

He tore your panties off of you, and his fingers were rubbing against you harshly, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

"A-aaah!" You were moaning loudly, his movements jarring.

"This is what you wanted darling, isn't it?" He's muttering against your lips now, slipping his fingers into you. 

Your body feels more alive than ever, waves of pleasure washing over you. His fingers skillfully curl inside you, while his thumb works your sensitive bud. Swipe after swipe, eliciting more and more of your arousal onto his hand. 

His kiss is searing, and feels like the only thing currently keeping you anchored to your body. You felt your orgasm building quickly, the band growing tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt like you'd float away when it snapped. 

You can't contain the lewd noises you're making. Between the moans he's swallowing from your lips, and the loud squelching from between your thighs, it was deafening. Or maybe it was just that your ears were ringing. 

It felt like only seconds later when he brought you over the edge, his movements slowing but never stopping. You're whining, and your legs are trembling but you don't want him to stop. You're nearing over sensitivity and when you close your eyes, you see nothing but stars.

All you can think of are the freckled constellations on his cheek. 

You feel drunk on this moment, and you don't want it to end. It's as if he knows exactly where your mind is when he speaks again.

"You're not done little dove, don't you worry your pretty little head." 

When you open your eyes, and tilt your head up, his shirt and pants are discarded. Revealing a dizzying body. He was lithe yet chiseled. His body is almost dainty, but each muscle is carved in the most irresistible way. His abs were glorious, your eyes trail lower, following the v cut. You notice the faint spattering of a happy trail, and your eyes follow it. 

And fuck.

You've never been one to view someones cock as pretty but... his was. The tip was so swollen and pink, and leaking generous amounts of precum. Faint blue veins prominent along the shaft, and he stood tall and proud. His girth made you wonder if you could handle the stretch. It had been a while since you'd last been intimate. 

He brought his hand, covered in your slick, to his member. Spreading it all over in a mixture with his precum, making it glisten. Your mouth started to water, and your legs spread wider for him. You pulled your skirt completely up, presenting yourself to him. 

His jaw was slack, mouth hung open as he watched you, fist pumping himself slowly. 

"Such a good girl for me darling, aren't you?" He said with that charming smile. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, while doing such a perverse act that had your juices dripping down you. 

Then he was on top of you again, cock sliding into you. Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and you wailed, a mix of pain and pleasure. But it was so satisfying, you couldn't get enough. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, and he was thrusting into you at a brutal pace. 

Your back was digging into the ground, and you started to feel bits of grass and dirt against your skin. You pulled against him, trying to adjust yourself so you could lose yourself in the dance you two were now performing. 

He pulled out of you, and sat back on his knees, that's when you noticed his clothes underneath him. You had no idea he was wearing a cape earlier. It was sprawled out, creating a barrier between him and the ground. 

He picked you up, and positioned you to straddle his lap, facing him. Then he slid back into you, your eyes rolled back, and you let out a filthy moan. 

This position felt more intimate but still desperate, he was reaching deeper into you. The head of his cock pistoning against your g-spot. It felt so good you could cry. 

You were crying, you realized. 

"Shhh, little dove, you're taking it so well. It feels so good, doesn't it?" 

"Yes!" You sob. 

He's wiping the tears from your eyes with his fingers, and smiling at you like you're the most precious thing on this planet. 

"That's right, pretty. So pretty when you cry." He groans out, and his pace grows faster, rougher.

His hand dips down between you, and he's toying with your clit now. In any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed by the way your body uncontrollably trembles. Your muscles are spasming at his touch. You just couldn't bring yourself to care, he was making you feel too good. 

"Darling," He purred, as he slowed his thrusts and pinched your clit between two fingers, rolling it, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum for me, can you do that?" 

You were mewling as you nodded your head frantically, feeling your peak rush towards you. 

At that he started fucking into you harshly, almost painfully, and you were coming undone with a loud cry on top of him. Your body tensed, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling not to throw your head back. His hand that was playing with you, gripped your jaw, smearing your own arousal on your face.

He was making sure you kept your word, maintaining your gaze on his while you clenched around him. Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to keep them open. He was biting his lip, eyebrows scrunched together as he fucked you through your orgasm. Watching your face contorted in pleasure. 

"So tight." He grunted.

You were scratching at him now, nails dragging down his shoulders. And your mouth was hung open in a silent scream, your voice having given up on you. 

It was becoming overwhelming. 

You still didn't want it to stop.

"I know you can take it darling, take it." He growled, gripping both your hips now to steady you.

So you did, until you were limp in his arms, and he was releasing into you with a groan. 

Your head was resting on his shoulder. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, and he was soothing you. Humming and stroking your hair gently. You were breathing heavily, trying to come down from this mind blowing experience. But you weren't descending, not mentally. You were still riding that high, stuck in a lust filled haze. 

He started to roll his hips tantalizingly slow, and you hissed at it, feeling slight pain. Mostly you were shocked he was still hard. 

His chest vibrated while he quietly laughed, "Did you forget the 'more' part, darling. I keep telling you, we're not done yet." 

You whined at the sensation of his gentle movements. 

"Shhh, there there." He's teasing you, "Are we a little sore?"

"Yes." You breathed.

"I can fix that." 

You gasped when he slid out of you, hating the fact that you felt so empty. 

He was positioning you to lay down on his clothes, taking care that no part of you touched the ground. You just let him handle you, molding your pliant body however he wanted it.

His hands were rubbing down your arms, and he was smiling down at you. When you met his eyes, you couldn't explain the exact emotions you were feeling. You'd let this man take your soul if he asked right now. 

He was licking his lips as his hand trailed back to your core. You gasped again, then whined when he dragged his fingers through your swollen folds. His touch was almost massaging, yet sensual. He was touching everywhere, teasingly avoiding your sensitive bud. 

The more he touched you, the more you writhed. And sensing another comment about how you can't be still or patient, you yanked him down to you so you could kiss him. 

You were tired of just laying there, you wanted to start giving. To start touching.

You didn't know where all this stamina came from, but you were determined to use it. You jerked your hips up, leaning more into his touch. 

It wasn't until you reached down to wrap your fingers around his length that he paused his movements. 

He was still slick with your cum. And you used that to give him slow strokes.

He let out a hoarse moan against your lips, before pressing his fingers directly on your clit, rubbing in small circles. He was matching your tempo directly. You whined into the kiss, your hand picking up pace. Pumping him faster now, and he followed your lead. 

Or so you thought, just as you felt your climax starting to build, his fingers were being pulled away. 

He took your hand off him, and then crawled down your body, coming face to face with your core. 

"So pretty, even here darling." 

You were blushing at his words, but you couldn't take your eyes off of his, as he stared at you from between your thighs. 

"Still sore? Let me make it feel better, little dove." 

And you felt his tongue lave through your folds. It was gentle and it felt hot, and it drove you crazy. The flicks of his tongue against your clit were maddening, and you wanted more. 

Your hips started slowly moving against his face, and this time he let you. He lets you roll your hips, and grind against his face. His tongue flattened against you, and you slid your hand into his blindingly white locks. You started grinding against him harshly, losing all sense and control of your body and just focusing on climaxing. 

He let himself be used by you, and as your grip in his hair tightened, so did that feeling in your stomach. You felt another orgasm come over you, and he let you ride it out, quite literally.  

You expected to start feeling spent by now, but you didn't. So before he could climb back up your body to kiss you, you were sitting up and pushing him onto his back.

He landed on it with a thud, puffing out air and looking at you incredulously. 

You let the primal urges take over as you lowered yourself onto your stomach, and took his member in your hand. You licked up the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He groaned as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

You placed a soft kiss on the tip, and licked the strings of precum off your lips. 

"Fuck..." He whispered.

"Let me return the favor." You mumbled before you took his tip between your lips.

You let your tongue swirl over it a few times, savoring his taste. He brought his hand down to your face, and pushed your hair back for you. 

You let your tongue run down the underside of his cock, and you sunk your mouth onto him. You had completely engulfed him, and were struggling not to gag. Still, you never intended to stop. 

He was grunting as your head bobbed up and down on him, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth and dripping down to pool at his pelvis. 

"Making--ah fuck--such a mess for me, darling." He groaned. 

He lets you keep at your own pace for a while longer before he starts thrusting into you. He kept your head in place, and you gagged and tears started running down your cheeks. Each stroke became more and more erratic, until ropes of his hot cum were shooting down your throat. 

He pulled you off of him and you gulped down breaths of air. He was caressing your cheek, swiping a mix of tears, spit and cum from your lips before kissing you. 

That's how you both continued throughout the night. Pleasuring each other, nearly non-stop, under the moonlight. Your mind was fractured, nothing else but him existed inside of it. He'd touched, fondled, massaged, and embraced you, until you could only respond with breathy whispers of his name. 

"Felix..." You sighed, when he was bringing feeling back to your numb legs by massaging them.

"Felix..." You moaned, as he slowly took you as you both laid on your sides.

"Felix..." You screamed as you came undone on top of him, riding him roughly.

He took you in many different positions, and you indulge yourself in each one. When he wasn't fucking you, you were whining in complaint and going down on him. If he wasn't going down on you, he was edging you with his fingers. Your hands never left each other's bodies, always needing connection. You were sure he was just as familiar with your body as you were by this point. 

The exhaustion finally hit when he had you on your back in a mating press. The last thing you remember, is staring up into the twilight sky. Dawn was approaching, the stars were disappearing before your eyes, as the golden glow of the sun started to peek through. 

Your eyes were fluttering as you fought unconsciousness, determined to finish fucking this completely ethereal creature. Felix was barely putting in an effort to fuck you, but he still slid in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he wanted to keep your orgasm at bay. You both wanted to extend this moment in time, but your body wouldn't have that.

When you finally let go, cumming on his cock for what felt like the hundredth time. That's when your eyes shut and you gave into the exhaustion. 

The familiar scent of nag champa incense filled your nostrils as you started to come to. 

Your bedroom, permanently infused with your favorite scent to burn, that's where you were. The familiar feel of your sheets beneath you, and your heavy comforter confirmed that.  

Your mind still felt a little cloudy as you started to recall how you got to your bed from the forest. 

That's when you feel a body next to you and your eyes shot open.

"Felix?" You croaked, your voice dry and hoarse.

He was laying next to you on his side, in your bed, in your house. 

He had the blankets pulled up to his waist, and was resting his head on his hand. Elbow propped up, so he could see you better. He was shirtless and he wore that same smile on his face, like he was so fond of you.

"Is that still the only thing you can say, little dove?" He whispered teasingly. 

"How- I mean, why-?" You stutter as you attempt to sit up in bed, but your entire body aches. 

You hiss at the burning sensation you felt between your legs. And your legs, gods, you don't think that they've ever felt so sore. 

"Easy darling, you need to rest." He said as he helped you sit up. 

He reached over to his side of the bed and handed you a glass of water, motioning for you to drink. 

You eyed him curiously as you sipped your water, finishing it rather quickly when you realized how thirsty you were. 

"I ran you a bath and kept it hot, when you're ready we should wash you up more." 

"More?" You questioned him.

"I did clean you up last night, I'm not a monster. The bath will help ease your muscles." He chuckled.

"How did you even know where I live?" 

"It's not hard to figure out, we weren't that far from it. Your house is the only one for miles." 

You still felt guarded around him, even after the night you shared. If the stories your mother told you turned out to be partially true, you could only imagine what other lore could turn out to be true. 

Now this mischievous creature knew where you lived, he was in your home.

"I know this is your sacred space little dove, I don't intend to intrude. However, I couldn't exactly leave you in the state you were in. How are you feeling? Is your head a little clearer?" He spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through your hair. 

It is. Almost all of that dazed feeling was gone, you felt more lucid. In that clarity though, a rush of embarrassment hit you. You felt your skin heat up at the more clear memories of last night. 

You were never the type for hookups or one night stands, yet the things you did with this perfect stranger... This perfect magickal stranger... they felt unspeakable. You'd never lost yourself so completely in someone else's presence, much less with your own... sessions. 

You hide your face in your hands and rub at your temples, trying to make sense of this entire situation. Of your own feelings. You didn't exactly regret it or hate it. Something still felt off. Not only was the entire act abnormal in general, and downright questionable. But it was so out of character for you. Did he use... compulsions? Did he have that type of magick?

"Thinking too hard will just exhaust you more." He said.

"Look..." You sigh, as you turn to face him, "I'm a little lost here, I don't know what to make of this all." 

Next thing you know, he's off the bed. He's picking you up in his arms, and you notice you're both still nude. Your face flushes again at that, and you struggle a bit in his arms.

"Be calm darling, I'm just taking you to the tub. We can talk about it all." 

You let him place you in the tub, and then he's sliding in behind you. Slotting you between his legs. He's pulling you back towards him, so you lay against his chest. You both sit like that for a few moments, absorbing the heat from the bath and getting used to each other in a new type of intimate way.

You should be kicking him out of your house. You should be cussing him out. Defending yourself, but why didn't you feel the need to defend yourself against him? Why were you drawn to him? 

When you think about the facts, some would say you were attacked last night. I mean there's a reason the Fae call it a punishment You didn't feel attacked though. You enjoyed yourself, as crazy as that is to say. 

You always knew you were an adventurous soul, but you never thought to this extent. 

How do you come to terms with actually feeling okay with this whole thing, when you knew you shouldn't be?

"You're a witch, right?" He suddenly asks you, breaking your train of thought. 

"I am... though I'm beginning to question the validity of that title, seeing as I have an actual magical creature behind me." You mumble. 

You knew the magick you practiced was real. You could feel it. It's not like you could create fire though, or move things, or transfigure things in front of you. You weren't even sure Felix could do any of that as an elf. You weren't sure of anything anymore. 

You felt like you were entering an existential crisis. Panic was starting to settle within you when you felt his chest vibrate with laughter, it was an oddly soothing sensation that you know you've felt before.

"No, you are. I can sense it, it's in your blood. It took me a while to piece it together, but you are a witch through and through. Sometimes humans don't know of their tie to the magickal world, but I figured... from your altar, among other objects and ingredients I've noticed here, that you knew." 

You hummed, your mother always told you that you were a part of a long line of witches. She raised you heavily within her practice. You never doubted her, but somehow this new revelation made it so much more real. You realize this was opening a whole new aspect in your own practice. A hidden world, seemingly waiting for your return.

"Is that why you came to me? Because you sensed a witch was near?" You questioned him, your hands playing with the water. 

"No, you stepped inside my fairy ring. I have to say I was shocked. I placed it in, what I thought was, an inconspicuous area. I hadn't realized your home was nearby."

"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain." You sighed. 

"Well... you already know what I told you yesterday. The stories you were told, were passed down by your ancestors and other mortals in general. You don't really just dance in fairy rings, that's a small fib we tell the children. As more human children found the rings, when we'd find them dancing. We'd send them off, warning them if they came in again that we would have them dancing until they faint. When our own children wandered into them curiously, we'd tell them the same thing until it became time for them to learn. It's just something stupid the ancestors came up with, I don't know... It does always start out with a courting dance though, but the main reason for them is, inside a fairy ring... you mate. They're essentially a part of an ancient mating ritual."

At that you nearly jumped up to smack him, but he was a step ahead of you. His arms tightened around your body, pinning your arms to your chest. 

"MATING?!" You screamed at him, trying to turn your head and make eye contact, "I don't fucking wan-" 

"Please, calm down little dove. It's not possible for me to actually breed you. That requires an entirely different ritual, one that hasn't been performed in centuries. I'm not even sure anyone would know how to perform it these days..." He trails off. 

"So then why even lay these stupid Fae traps for humans anyways?!" You screech. 

"They're not traps, and they're not meant for humans." He says defensively, and you can hear the pouting in his tone, "Think of it like this. You know how some penguins build big and pretty nests to attract a mate? It's kind of like that. It's a lot to explain in detail, and I had to create one. Now that I'm of age, it's expected of me to find a partner. Even if I don't find the need to." 

"And why do they exist in this realm if they're not meant for us?"

"Well, a long time ago, back when there was only this realm, and there were more Fae than humans, they came across one. That fairy was so angry at the human for intruding on something so intimate of his, and he threatened the human with a punishment. Before any of the other Fae could stop him, he entered the ring. When they both were inside of it, they were overcome with the magic of the ring. The courting dance had started, and no one else was able to enter. The desire for each other grew. In his anger he must've forgotten what the ring's intention was, and was only focused on punishing the human. But he never got that far. They ended up... mating. They never separated from that night, spending their lives together. It was millenia ago. It created an uproar though. Our kinds had never joined before that way."

You sat and listened, calming down a bit as he told you this story.

"There were battles, not an outright war but there might as well have been. They grew to love each other, and they led the winnings of those battles to stay together. They opened the door for Fae and humans to be together, but it has always been frowned upon from both sides."

There was an entire history of this world that you had never known. One that you could never even imagine to be true. But it is. Before your mind let you delve into it though, you thought back to something he said.

"Overcome with magic? These rings hold compulsions over beings?" You questioned hastily, needing to confirm your suspicions. 

"No. It's not like that..." He sighed, "Didn't you feel different last night?" He continues, "The mushrooms release something like a pheromone. An aphrodisiac, to enhance your sexual stamina. Among other mood boosting and energy boosting properties. It starts by uplifting your mood, making you feel the happiest you've ever been. Then you start dancing, your energy building up in preparation for what's to come. It's not until your partner enters that the aphrodisiacs start releasing. But it doesn't just take away your consent like that. Both parties have to be willing... it needs to be mutual. Though that's not to say that's not how every instance turns out. Evil exists in all realms." 

You shivered at his words, trying to process everything. You could clearly remember the primal urges taking over, the need to constantly be filled. It explained that off feeling, why you were acting so out of character. But you couldn't deny that you had wanted it. 

Craved it. 

You never tried to stop it, never wanted to stop it... In fact you initiated it to an extent. 

He started talking again, "That's why I couldn't just leave you there. Especially not in that forest, where other creatures lurk and might find you. I never felt anything dark there, but that doesn't mean it won't come along. I brought you home. I cleaned you up, I made you drink because you were getting dehydrated. I cared for you."

He was loosening his grip around you to rub your shoulders. It made you think back to the skilled massages he gave you last night, in between all of the sex. He made sure to take care of you the whole night it seemed.

"But none of this answers my question from earlier, why not place the rings in your own realm now? Why would any of the Fae place them here?" You asked.

"There are many different reasons..." He mumbled, "Some of them do it because they want to experience sex with a willing human. Some of them do use them as traps for humans, and those Fae are disgraceful, downright evil. Most of those types have been banished from the realm I come from. But some are like me. We try to hide them, from everyone. Because even though we're required to have them, we don't want to use them."

Then you thought back to his previous words, "Wait... 'find your partner' you said? Are we- do we have some sort of bond now?"

The silence was thick in the air. You waited for him to speak, but he didn't, so you turned around in the tub to face him. Your legs spread out on top of his, as you half straddled his lap. 

His eyes stared into yours, expressionless. It was much colder than his usual warm aura, so you grabbed his hand to hold it, and asked again in a softer tone, "Do we?" 

"We don't have to. It's not permanent. Most Fae who get humans within their rings leave them there once they've passed out anyways. Humans don't have the same stamina as we do, even with their boosted energy from the ring. The first woman passed out, that's where the ancestors got their silly tale from." He spoke tightly, like he was debating even revealing this bond at all. 

"I see." You replied, even though you had many more questions and didn't have a full grasp on it all. 

Not much made sense. In a span of hours you found out the true existence of a hidden realm, and these magickal creatures. You met one, you slept with him, then you actually slept with him, and now you bathe with him. You talk with him, as if all of this is a normal day.

It should all unsettle you more than it actually does. You should be freaking out, 100% meltdown level. This is the story of fairy tales, and maybe not a good one. This could be the big bad wolf and you could be little red riding hood. But somehow, you were comfortable in his presence. Comfortable enough to want to spend more time with him. To learn more, about him, his world, and this new bond. 

So you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a small peck. 

"Maybe we could... figure it out together? See what happens next, if you explain more to me, that is." 

His eyes lit up with hope, and his charming smile returned to his face. The thought that you could wake up every day to that smile entered your head quicker than you could blink.

You'd figure something out. You had to. He couldn't leave your life now. Not when it seemed like it was just getting started thanks to him.

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Reasons

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Agatha wants to know why you wanted to go on the Road.

You knew you were in trouble when Agatha left the rest of the coven huddled around a fire and joined you in the forest area, away from prying ears.

You needed some peace and quiet. The trials were emotionally tasking. Risking your life day by day, doing things such as drinking poison and performing a song while fire raged around you…

It was a lot.

But this was your life now.You knew full well what you were signing up for. Agatha had warned you, loud and clear.

The choice to come here was yours, and you would make it all over again if given a chance for what you wanted — what you needed — from the Road wasn't something easily attainable. You'd be damned if you were to give up now.

Some things were worth risking everything for.

"Y/N," Agatha said as she approached you, casual, hands in the pockets of her coat. Like she were on a walk in a park rather than a dangerous and deadly Road.

"Yeah?" You weren't really in the mood to talk, your batteries still low from the latest trial. It didn't help that you didn't feel fully at ease with the others. The kid was fine, but the other witches made you nervous. You didn't trust them. You didn't know them.

The only one you really knew was Agatha. Which was why you just stood there instead of moving away or feigning sleepiness as she walked over, something clearly on her mind. It paid off to have befriended her back in the day. It was by pure chance, an encounter neither one of you expected, but, in hindsight, you were both glad it had happened.

She had earned a listening ear, someone to confide in, who wouldn't judge her no matter what. Someone who would have her back even if the rest of the world were to turn against her.

You had earned a protector in a world that was dangerous for your kind.

"We need to talk," Agatha said. Her tone didn't reveal much; you didn't know what to expect.

You turned to her. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's peachy."

"Is Jen talking shit about you again? My offer to punch her in the face still stands," you said. You'd nearly done so a couple days back, but Agatha had held you back. She could handle Jen, she'd said. Her words had meant nothing to her.

It didn't make hearing lies and slander about your friend feel any better, but if she said she was okay, then that was that. Agatha was centuries old; much older than you. She may have been powerless now, but she could still hold her own. She'd heard worse. She'd lived through worse. Some random witch's petty insults didn't bother her.

Agatha chuckled. "Jen is… Jen. But no, she hasn't said anything."

"Then what's up?"

"I need to ask you something."

"Why do I feel like I'm about to be interrogated?" you said, nervous. You forced a smile. "Are you back in your true crime mode? Are you gonna manhandle me until I confess?"

"That's cute," Agatha said, rolling her eyes, prompting you to laugh.

If you'd known Wanda Maximoff had cast a spell on her, you would have come and gotten her out of it sooner — or tried to, at the very least. That was the thing about friendships that lasted for centuries; a lot of time was spent apart. It wasn't unusual for one of you to disappear for a few years and then pop back into the other's life. You missed her when she was gone, of course you did, but she had her life, and you had yours.

It was only when she'd showed up at your door with Teen in tow that you'd finally found out why she'd gone radio silent for three years. And, much to your disappointment, the witch who'd done it to her was dead, so you couldn't even punch her for it, or call her a bitch to her face.

Such was life.

"What are you doing here?" Agatha asked.

"What do you mean?" you said, taken aback.

"On the Road," she clarified. "Why are you here?"

Because you wanted something you could never have without it. Simple as that. "You asked me to come."

"No, I didn't. I told you I was going. You demanded I take you with me."

Right. You'd hoped that little detail would slip by her. You should've known by now she kept track of everything; her mind was as sharp as her magic.

"I haven't seen you in three years," you said, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. "I wanted to hang out with you. And, like, maybe get some more power along the way."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a shitty liar?"

Yes. She did. Multiple times in the past. Which was why, whenever the two of you needed to swindle someone — for whatever reason — she was the one doing the talking and you just nodded along and smiled.

"You did."

"Yes," Agatha said. "I did. Because you are."

You sighed. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

"There's nothing to say."

There was a lot, actually, but you didn't dare open up that particular can of worms. Once it was said, it could never be taken back. So why say anything at all?

"Oh, is there?" Agatha said sarcastically.

"Don't do that," you said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Because you're my friend. Because I don't want to ruin this. "Because I'm asking you not to. That used to mean something."

"It still does." Her voice was soft. Tender. Gone was the sarcasm, the defensive sharpness. It was just her now. Your friend.

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because I want to know."

"Leave it alone." You knew she wouldn't. She never did.

"Y/N," Agatha said, your name but a whisper on her lips.

You sighed. Was she really going to do this now? Why couldn't she just take you at your word and put up with a little white lie? Why did she have to be so damn stubborn?

"Why did you want to come here?" She wasn't demanding. She wasn't prodding. She was just asking.

She knew you couldn't resist her for too long.

The perks of allowing Agatha Harkness to be your close friend. She knew you too well for your own good.

A lump formed in your throat. Heat bit at the back of your neck like a curse about to swallow you whole. Your heart raced, a marathon booming in your chest.

There was a silence, long, drawn out. Then, in your quietest, softest voice, you said, "You know why."

She always did.

She always knew everything.

Secrets weren't secrets for long around Agatha Harkness.

You tried to tell yourself that you were being careful, that your emotions were in check at all times, but the truth was, your poker face was worse than your lying skills. You just pretended you were doing a good job, and Agatha went along with it.

To her credit, she never tried to take advantage. She never made fun of you for it, or played games. The deal was friendship, and that's what she gave you. Nothing more, and nothing less.

"I want to hear it from you."

A tear slid from the corner of your eye. Your cheek burned like a fireplace. Your mouth trembled, holding the words back, wanting to keep them trapped forever. But what would be the point, really? The truth was bound to come out eventually.

The truth had been out for a long time, written all over your face. A big, scarlet letter for all the world to know how you really felt. What you really wanted, but never felt like you could have.

"You." It felt almost freeing to say it out loud, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest, allowing you to breathe in a way you hadn't for years. "I came here because I want you."

Really, what else could you have possibly wanted? You were satisfied with the power you had. You got by. Your life wasn't in danger. There was nothing for you to ask for, that you didn't already have.

Except for one thing you thought — you knew — was unattainable.

Agatha Harkness. One of the most powerful witches you'd ever gotten to know. Rumored to be cruel and ruthless, heartless. A remorseless monster. A serial killer of witches. Your best — and only — friend. The love of your life.

"Go on," you said after a few moments of silence. "Make fun of me."

"Now, why would I do that?" Agatha asked, appalled at the suggestion. Offended for sbe thought you knew her better than that.

Which was exactly why you were so afraid. She hid her feelings expertly. Rather than admit vulnerability, she preferred to go on the offensive. A scorpion stinging with its venom where it hurt the most. She cared about you, and she trusted you, but there was no telling how she would react to something like this out in the open.

You saw how she treated people. You watched her murder witch after witch and discard the bodies as if they were nothing. You watch her climb over others to prop herself up, to rise to the top.

What was to stop her from doing the same to you?

What made you so different?

Why had she never treated you any different than one would a friend? Why had she always had your back, without you even having to ask? Why had she taken lives — many, many lives — to save yours?

Why did she trust you with her story, with memories of her son and the failed romance with Rio?

Why did she feel comfortable to bare her soul to you and let the tears flow freely, a salty river down her face each and every time she revealed a piece of her history?

"I just…" You were nervous. You were scared. You wanted to die.

"You know, honey, you didn't have to be so dramatic about it," Agatha said, perking up. Teasing you like she usually did; a bit mean, but with no real malice behind it. Playful. A cat throwing around a mouse it had caught. "You went on the Road to score a date? Really?"

It wasn't really a date you were after, but her point stood.

You were stupid.

This was a stupid idea, and it had backfired, and now she was going to mock you for it until the day one of you died.

"You do know all you had to do was ask, right?" she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you'd ever give me the time of day."

Agatha pressed her hands to her hips, elbows sticking out. "Who's to say I wouldn't?"

Now she was definitely taking the piss. "Come on," you said, putting on your fakest smile you knew would never fool her. "You're this amazing, badass, smoking hot witch."

She preened at the compliments. The surefire way to feel heart. She was nothing if not an attention whore.

"You-you're everything." Your everything, and more. So much more. "And I'm a nobody."

"Don't you ever say that," Agatha said in her stern, no nonsense tone. No more Mrs. Nice Girl. All daggers and sharp edges. She grabbed you by the shoulders, fingers digging in, and looked into sour eyes so intently it sent chills down your spine. "Don't you ever think you're a nobody."

"Everyone else thinks that," you said quietly.

It was obvious the others didn't think much of you. You could see it on their faces; the lack of respect, the underestimation. Jen had called you Agatha's pitbull to your face.

That was all you were to them. A pathetic witch whose only purpose was to speak up for Agatha. She may have joked about Teen being her pet, but it was clear to them all that that was your job. Agatha's witch familiar who was hopelessly in love with her and barked — but never bit — at every perceived slight against her.

"Who cares what they think?" Agatha said. "You're an exceptional witch, Y/N. They are nobodies."

"You're only saying that to make me feel better."

"Does that sound like something I'd do?"

No. It did not. She might use those words to manipulate some poor, unfortunate soul, but not you. Never you.

She always said it to you like it was.

"I mean, you do like to manipulate people," you joked. "And you lie better than I do."

Agatha rolled her eyes. "Everyone lies better than you do."

"True." There was no denying that.

She sighed, exasperated. "You really are an idiot."

And then her mouth was on yours, and she was kissing you, and your entire world exploded into fireworks and sparks and electricity, and, for a few short moments, you weren't in a dirty, creepy forest but rather somewhere warm and welcoming, and you never wanted to leave.

Agatha was everything you had imagined, and much, much more. Fire and ice all in one. Sugar and spice and everything nice and cozy and so fucking delicious.

Hers was the taste you never wanted to give up.

She tried to lean her head back, to take a break for breath, but you grabbed her chin and kissed her again, and again, and again. Hunger like you'd never felt before overtook you. Your nerves were on fire, legs weak underneath you, but you held on, forced yourself to remain standing. To remain kissing her for you never knew when you would get another chance.

If you would get another chance.

"Honey, I may be immortal, but I still need to breathe," Agatha said with a chuckle, right against your lips. Playful. Teasing.

Deciding it was enough, you backed away. Your lips were swollen, tingling. The taste of her, all of her, still on them, lingering like a ghost of your past. Forever imprinted on your mouth, a tattoo you hoped would never fade. You never wanted to lose it. Never wanted to forget what it felt like to be kissing her.

"Sorry," you said, blushing, nervous to hell and back.

Agatha looked you in the eye once again with the same fire as earlier. "Never apologize for taking what you want. You're a witch. The world is yours for the taking."

"I don't want the world," you said. "I just want you."

"Done." She said it so casually, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

You didn't buy it.

You quirked up an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Really."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"You knew I was…" Completely and totally in love with her. "...into you."

"You have a tell," she said simply. She always could read people like an open book.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I wanted you to ask for it."

"But why?"

Agatha sighed. "Y/N, what is it that I've been teaching you since the moment we met?"

"Fuck the rules?"

She nodded. "Fuck the rules."

"To be unapologetically me," you said.

"Because…?" she prompted.

"I'm a witch, and I've got nothing to be ashamed of. If I fuck up, that's fine. Shit happens. There's nothing that can't be fixed with a little bit of magic."

Agatha grinned, brimming with pride. "That's my girl."

That's what you really were now. Her girl.

A part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that this was real. That it wasn't some dream or a hallucination the Road had inflicted on you as part of some fucked up trial.

The other part wanted to wrap her in your arms and never let go.

"Can I kiss you again?" you said, uncertain. Still not used to this new situation you'd gotten yourself into.

"You don't even have to ask," Agatha told you.

So you went for it. You kissed her. Once. Twice. Three times.

An infinite amount of times.

Later on, when it came time to get some shut eye, you kissed her goodnight, and she wrapped her arms around you. A protective cocoon, warm and safe.

And, in the morning, she was the one to wake you with a kiss of her own.

It was only fair.

*****

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[starflower-witch]

Soulmate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader Summary: You've been searching for your soulmate for what feels like an eternity, only to find her after she's been imprisoned by Wanda. Instead of encountering the powerful and dangerous Agatha Harkness you've heard about, you meet Agnes. Her restrained,seemingly innocent counterpart. Word count: 1592 Warnings: None that I can think of.

In a universe as vast as the one you live in, with so many warlocks and witches running around, there were countless possibilities for who your soulmate could be. You could have been paired with a human, an alien, or even a siren. But no, your luck paired you with the most dangerous witch alive, Agatha Harkness.

The mark on your left hip, your soulmate mark, was a beautiful name engraved in purple ink. Sometimes, you could even feel magic emanating from it, soothing you when you felt down and reminding you that someone out there was waiting for you.

At first, you eagerly searched for her, excited to meet your other half, but after centuries of life, you never crossed paths with the witch even once, not that you expected her to search for you either. From what you’d gathered about her reputation, you had a feeling she wasn’t interested in soulmates or that sort of things.

And did she have a big reputation around the world. She was a witch hard to ignore, especially when she had a target on your back and was planning to take you down.

It was precisely because of this fame that it was hard to believe you’d never met her in person, let alone see a picture of her. The only things you knew about her came from rumors whispered around covens and from lonely witches.

After years of searching for her in vain, only knowing her through the stories you heard in your travels, you eventually discovered that she wasn’t just deadly dangerous but also breathtaking beautiful.

You were walking on one of the many streets of Westview when you made eye contact with the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. She noticed your stare immediately and smiled at you.

“Hi, hot stuff!” she greeted, closing the distance and extending her hand to you. “You’re definitely a new face around here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I…” You took her hand, and immediately, an electric sensation ran down your spine. It almost felt like magic. “I was just passing by.” You smiled back at her.

In truth, you were looking for Agatha. A witch had told you that she and a red-haired woman had fought a few days ago in this town, so you hoped to find her here.

The older woman looked down at your connected hands for a few seconds, confused at the strange feeling the contact gave her. And if she saw a purple mist coming from your fingertips and entering her skin, she said nothing about it.

“Lucky me, I’m just passing by too,” she murmured while letting go of your hand “Would you like some company? You can get lost in this place pretty easily so I'm sure you could use a guide.” She winked at you, and for some reason, you accepted the offer.

For the next few hours, she led you around, hand in hand, showing you every corner of Westview. She explained a lot about the town’s history and answered all your questions.

She introduced you to her neighbors and even invited you to have ice cream with her at the park afterward. Where she introduced herself as Agnes.

Agnes was pretty cute, funny and really curious, always wanting to know everything about you. From your favorite color to your favorite position in bed, she made you laugh with how forward she could be.

It was all laughs and joy until she asked a question that made you stop suddenly. “What about your soulmate, dear? What are they like?” you gazed down at your hands, idly playing with them.

You hesitated for a moment; you had come here searching for Agatha. That was your opportunity to gather information, but for some reason, it felt strange to tell Agnes about it.

"What? Are they a famous person?" She joked, and at first, you shook your head. After a moment’s pause, you nodded.

“Actually, she is quite famous”

"Celebrity Drama! I'm all ears, dear!" She made herself more comfortable in her set, ready to hear the gossip. You laughed at her nosy attitude.

For a moment, you imagined how your life would be if all the witches and warlocks you’d spoken to in the past knew about it. How would they treat the soulmate of the infamous Agatha Harkness? Would they run away in fear, or burn you at the stake? You’ were not sure.

"However, it's a shame a pretty thing like you is already taken." She pouted playfully.

"I could say the same thing about you, Agnes." You returned the compliment looking back at her. "Your soulmate must be someone really lucky." She hummed, deep in thought.

"I don't know, I've never met her"

"How come?"

"I think she’s better off without me" it was not Agnes who answered you, but Agatha. “That’s why I’ve never searched for her or allowed her to find me.”

"You shouldn’t make that decision without her consent… It’s not fair" You scolded her before you could stop yourself.

Her troubled expression was enough to make you feel guilty. You realized you were giving your opinion on someone else’s life as if you had a say in the matter, which you didn't, so you apologized.

“Sorry, that was out of place”

“It’s fine”

An uncomfortable silence followed your interaction; you had definitely screwed up. You took a moment to consider what to say next, weighing the option of either getting up and leaving to search for Agatha another day or staying put. However, leaving like that would be rude, so you decided to stay.

“Her name is Agatha Harkness” You placed your hand on the spot where your mark should be; your shirt covered your skin, but you could still feel the magic emanating from it.

"What?"

"You wanted to know about my soulmate, didn't you?" You said trying to lift the mood of the conversation. "Her name is Agatha Harkness"

“Agatha?” she murmured, a look of recognition flickering in her eyes as if she had heard the name before.

“Yeah, do you know her?” You asked with hope.

“No… I don’t think so” you signed in defeat while glancing back at your hands, unaware that Agnes was watching you with such intensity that it was hard to miss, yet somehow, you did.

While you looked away, her eyes briefly flashed purple, revealing a part of her that had been dormant and was stirring awake, crawling its way to the surface and fighting for control.

You looked at Agnes and noticed the conflict in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” you tried to soothe the woman beside you. “I think Agatha is the type of person who prefers to run free, and I don’t mind waiting for her. I’ve been doing it for a long time.” A frown creased the older woman’s face.

“Can I see your mark?” You nodded and lifted your shirt just enough for your tattoo to come into view.

Agnes gasped at the sight of the name on your skin. She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, but Agatha knew.

“You were searching for her all this time? Is that why you’re in Westview?” She reached out and touched the tattoo. A spark of purple magic emanated from it at the contact, and you giggled at the sensation. Pushing Agnes hand away.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t find her, did I? She’s always long gone by the time I arrive at the place where she was last seen.” You smiled sadly at her as you pulled your shirt back down.

Agnes seemed hypnotized by her own hand, staring at her fingertips in a trance, as if they held the answers she so desperately sought. A few sparks of purple began to emanate from them.

The tingle of magic surged through her body in small spasms, invisible on the outside but powerful within. It was enough to fully awaken the evil witch lying beneath the facade of Agnes.

Thanks to the recent contact she had with the small part of her magic that had lain dormant inside you all this time, Agatha was free.

“The sparks are normal; it happens when someone touches my mark,” you explained to her. “You could say my soulmate is a little bit possessive. So, every time someone touches the mark, it sends electric waves through them, maybe it’s to scare possible competitors away” you chuckled “It might sting a little, but you’ll be fine.”

The older woman beside you looked up at you, her eyes completely covered in purple. It was your turn to feel surprised and confused. You rose from your seat and took a few steps back.

Weren’t Agnes’s eyes blue earlier?

From where was that sensation of magic coming from?

What was happening?

You didn't have time to process the change in her eye color or the sensation of magic flowing around you, because in mere seconds, you were engulfed by a purple mist that didn't let you go. You couldn't move; you were trapped.

“Agnes?” concern etched on your voice. “What are you doing? What is this?”

She rose from her seat as well, and in a swift movement, she lifted her shirt to reveal a name engraved on her skin just above her right hip.

It was your name in golden ink.

“I heard you were looking for me." She smirked with amusement and mischief as she closed the distance between the two of you. "The name is Agatha Harkness, dear. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

(Well, that was my first time writing in English. I'm so sorry if there are any mistakes. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you have a wonderful day!)

[heartfullofleeches]

Regardless of their gender, Magic Mushroom Yan is known simply as the Mushroom Witch(Or Sybil if they're conscious enough to remember their own name) Technically, they can grow mushrooms on any variety including deadly, but they'd must rather sprout the ones that'll have them and hopefully their darling, tripping for days.

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Mushroom Witch: How's that tea treating you, friend?

Stoner Reader: ...I can taste fear.

Mushroom Witch: Haha- you're cute.

[lady-ashfade]

Day 1 Of Fictober

Love potion

Yandere!Class 1A x Witch Reader Hc’s

Ask:Class 1a got hit by one of their potions and Reader is desperately trying to get an antidote. @serxinns

Warnings: Love potion, Yandere tendencies, obsession, Slight touching without permission.

Infecting the whole class at the same time was a mess. You had left your fail experiment out in your studying room and denki decide it would be funny to take some, and poor it in the food. You had no clue what it did but you knew it stay away, a feeling running down your spine or whispers in your ear.

Denki though it would have been something small like coughing up fire or needing to go right to the bathroom. But no, he infected the whole class with a obsession potion that made them deadly in love with you.

A hair had feel into your cauldron and a few mess up and you had made new potion. Some could say you had made the first one of its kind.

They followed you around the whole night. Their eyes on you at each second with a new sprinkle in their eyes.

At the table they all started to bicker at each other for unknown reasons to you. The girls started to grabbed ahold of you and soon you were picked up from your seat with your arms pulled in different directions. Mina held on and tugged you to her, then on the other side was Uraraka who did the same thing.

“She should sit with me!” “No! She’s with us!”

You groaned and look at the two very confused at the new aura in the air. Soon you were grabbed by Kirishim with Mina “I think sweetie belongs with us.” Then another hand wrapped itself around your wrists. You see deku glaring at Kiri with a glare you had never seen before.

“She’s in our group, I advise you to let go.” Dekus grip tights and the waves and sounds of his quirk get louder. Your face drops and pull you hands away from both of them which takes them back.

You rub your wrists, “I’ll just eat in my room. You guys are all being weird….Did something happen today?” Looking around at all of them your stomach drops. All their gazes are full of hunger.

You pick up your tray and turn to walk out of them room. Something didn’t feel right and the universe was trying to warn you. Heading to the door iida rushed in front of you and blocked off the door way.

“I must ask you to stay! It’s rude to ignore your friends, especially when we’re all worried about you.” You give him and head tilt.

“Worried? Why, I’m fine. If anything I should be the one worried.”

Then a pair of arms wrap around your arm and a head rubs up against you, “We all just care about you, so much.”

“Ribbit- Yeah, can’t we care for you?” Froppy comes up behind her friend and stare at you strangely.

Then all of them are surrounded you and looking at you, then girls taking it to calm you down and baby you. Through all of this you are just very confused. Scared for their well being and your own. So looking around for anything to help you or distract yourself your eyes fall on something that makes your mouth hang open.

Oh. It all made sense.

A potion bottle from your collection with barely any potion left within it. You made a note that this is some sort of affection potion and hopefully it will go away in a few hours.

“I apologize, I see someone in here took some of my potion this morning and infected all of you with it. Don’t worry I’ll find a antidote, I just need some time.” You slip your arm away from her.

As soon as you try and escape pass them, Momo and Hagakure jump in front of you. “But, we aren’t in any harm.” Momo gave you a unusual smile.

“Y/n-San is always so nice to us, she’s too cute.” You blush when a new pair of arms wrapped around from behind and a chin pressed on your other shoulder.

It was Jirou and her face was almost as red as yours and with a shy face, almost a pout. “Stay with us for a few.”

As the girls started to circle around you and start to touch your hair, or body and giggle. The boys stare jealously and darkly at them, wishing they could touch you as well.

There was a small fight after between the BakuSquad, DekuSquad, and others that group together on who you should be with for the rest of the night. Whoever won you got squeezed all night between the groups and babied over.

The next school day was stressful because you got pulled around like a play toy. It was over every small thing, who you got to sit next to, who you get to train with, and even who got to walk you to class.

The main three in class was harder to deal with because they were the group “leaders”. You had bruises on your wrists on how much you got tugged around.

At one point Bakugou pulled you into him and rested is head on your shoulders while pressing you into him. His hands wrapped around your hips and you swear he was trying to kiss you.

There was only one class you had without them, and you used that to make antidote to use on them. So later that night you slipped it into the cookies you made and guilt tripped them into eating it.

“If you don’t love me, I get it. I must make horrible cookies.” You faked crying and rushed away with heart shaped cookies. The class ran after you and shoved them down their throats to make you happy. You smile as they all finish and waited for them to be normal again.

There was only one problem, it never worked.

“How do you feel?”

A shiver ran down your sides as a laugh that sounded off from deku, a smile that was too wide and creepy.

“As in love with you as ever.”

Mina came up and twirled your hair, “Must have made a “Antidote” to make us normal again. Silly you, there’s no changing us.”

She was right. You couldn’t figure out how to make them normal again. There was only hope to keep you going, to one day get them back.

[a-spes]

| BUT YOU SHALL BE MINE - Drabble (1.006 words).

| Summary - you've lost. the final battle against the scarlett witch finally came, and you've lost. all the world's greatest heroes are dead, except you.

| Tags & warning - Scarlett witch x R, enemies, wanda is dark, everyone is dead (oops), a bit of angst with twisted comfort (don't even know if it can be called comfort honestly), description of dead bodies, mentions of blood/death/violence/heavy injuries.

| MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING

You made a terrible mistake when you didn't die.

Not that it was your choice, you've just had a bit of luck. That's what most people would think, but in your opinion it was more of a sentence. It was nothing more than a cruel joke from the universe, because what's a life where everyone you cherish is dead?

You won't even be able to bury them because there is no bodies to pick up. Only dust, or bits of those you love. You wouldn't even be able to tell what belong to whom — Could that be Tony's arm? Or maybe it belongs to Steve? You are not even sure it's a arm. It could be a leg, or rubble. In that state, it's difficult to say.

But maybe it's better that way. You have never been the strongest one, you would've never been able to carry all their bodies homes. Steve could've, he has a super strenght. Stark would've invented something, or perhaps paid people to help him. But you? You have nothing special. No powers, no skills above the average, nothing except your luck.

You somehow always manages to get out of impossible situations. From being able to escape Nat' when she is angry to survive deadly situations, nothing serious has ever happened to you. You've always seen that as a gift, but it turned out to be a curse.

Your second mistake was to try to get up.

Maybe if you didn't she wouldn't have noticed your presence. You knew you should've hide between two corpse, no matter how disguting that idea was, because maybe you would've escape her gaze. But you couldn't think properly, and condamned yourself the moment you moved. A faint, and painful move, which earned you what? Nothing, because you weren't even able to do more than resting of your forearms before slipping, head first into the mud.

It was painful, and humiliating, but not as much as knowning that there was nothing you could do to avenge your friends. At least, they died as heroes, trying to save humanity, and even if they failed, that's how the world is going to remember them as. They will be martyrs, and you'll be nothing. No one would remember the name of the Avengers' shadow that died squirming on the ground like a worm.

Somehow, you still had that spark in your heart, the urge to fight, but it was useless. If a whole army failed to defeat her, how could you? Maybe your body knew it because it doesn't respond to your requests anymore. You could hardly move your fingertips.

When your vision darkened, you thought it was the end of your pain. It's not that you could see anything anyway. On kilometers, there was nothing but desolation. Bodies piled up, the ones of your friends. Smoke raising in the sky, making you cought violently. And that red mist, the reason for all your woes. It was all blurred because of your tears before the world fade away.

"Ah, look at you," the woman said. That's when you realize that you didn't lose your eyes, her shoes were just blocking your view. "You're covered in blood, broken and lost, but yet ...," she chuckled before resuming her sentence, "you still think you can do something against me. How cute is that," she said, her tone dripping with false pity. Or maybe it was genuine, which only make the situation more humiliating for you.

"You are brave one though," she added, not noticing that you weren't listening. You couldn't, even if you wanted. Your mind was fuzy, and you ears were ringing due to explosions. "The last one standing ..., you should be proud, you know, not everyone can last that long against me," which is why she has been surprised when she felt an ounce of life. She thought her battle was over, that all forms of life had been exterminated for miles around, but it turned out that one hero was still standing.

Not the strongest or bravest one, but still the last one to breath. She kneels beside you, surprised that the last awakened soul resides in such a fragile-looking body. But the woman wasn't oblivious, and she could feel that there was more than that behind those pretty eyes. She wanted to believe that if the last person standing was such an innocent woman, it wasn't by chance. She saw it as a gift from the universe. At that thought, a smile spread across her face. A sweet and caring one, as comforting as the hand she is now running across your cheek. The one you're leaning on, appreciating that ounce of sweetness in your ocean of pain, not having enough energy to care about the person who's giving it to you. Her thumbs brushing your tears away, soothing you as if she wasn't the cause of your pain.

"Such a pretty face ...," she mumbled, "so much potential wrapped in that fragile body," she continued, her words slipping out of your ears until she eventually straightens up. "You know what? The realm of the dead probably won't mind if I keep one soul for myself," she conclued, considering that the small whimper that escaped your lips was an acknowledgement of her statement.

With a flick of the wrist, she envelops you in that red glow you hate so much. Slowly, your body is torn from the earth where your friends lie for the eternity. The red mist takes all the pain away, but also your chances of salvation.

"It's okay, you can rest now, my little soldier," she whispers, and those are the last words you can hear before the world disappears. The last two living creature leaving this desolate land behind in a second, as if they've never been here.

| REQUEST GUIDELINES — ✧ — MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING

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[starlightrosa]

Ozzie's Wake-Up Call

Part two to Fizzarolli's Nerves, which you can find right here!

Summary: Fizz wakes up early and decides to cause some tickly chaos to his boyfriend, Asmodeus, who just wanted a lie in. Think again, Ozzie.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Moderate swearing, one dick joke, cute alert.

Enjoy!

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-!

Fizzarolli yawned, his forked imp tongue flicking out idly as his robotic arm slapped the alarm clock off the nightstand. The poor clock fell and hit the floor, silenced as Fizzarolli got up, staring down at the cracked digital screen. 9:30 AM.

Fizzarolli most definitely appreciated the lie-in. Having quit his contract working for Mammon at last after so many years of packaging and selling off every single part of him, and suffered at Mammon’s hands to make a quick buck, Fizz was so much happier.

He didn’t need to adhere to Mammon’s ridiculous fucking weight standards. Hell, right after the competition, while driving home with Asmodeus, Fizz had stuffed an entire jar of one of the many candies Asmodeus kept in the limo for no other reason than for himself. Fizz had let himself get pushed around because Mammon was his idol as a kid. It was long overdue for him to start being selfish.

Fizzarolli looked over to the sleeping form of his boyfriend, the Lord of Lust himself, Asmodeus. His robe hung loosely off his very big body, and his tail feathers were poking ever so slightly out of the covers.

Fizz grinned to himself as he put on his new outfit. That jester outfit was suffocating sometimes, even as he slipped on a clean white shirt with his pair of rainbow pants, snapping the suspenders to ensure they were just right. Old habits die hard. Fizzarolli also fastened his black heart choker around his neck, and finishing it off by placing on his hat, to make it feel like he still had his horns.

The smell of scrambled eggs hit Fizzarolli’s nose, and the imp scrambled down the sleek steps. The personal cook, a woman Asmodeus had and who Fizzarolli knew only as “Sharon”, set down Fizz’s favourite. Bacon and eggs, arranged neatly so it looked like a male phallus. But then again, this was the Lust Ring. Making things look like dicks was basically a rite of passage.

“Here you go, darlin’.” Sharon crooned, the succubus smiling at Fizz as she cleared up. Once she was done, she waved before pulling the door closed. Before it shut all the way, Fizzarolli thanked her properly. Mustn’t forget manners, right?

“Thanks, Shaz! You’re my favourite bitch!” Fizz crowed, shovelling his breakfast down easily. Another check at the time. 10:00 AM. Huh. Asmodeus must be tired. Almost as tired as Fizz was the other week, having dragged himself out of bed at the degenerate hours of six in the morning, to prepare for Mammon’s clown competition.

Fizz remembered that fondly. He had practiced for that, anxiety stirring in him like a witch’s brew. And Asmodeus had come down to see what the fuss was. Fizzarolli blushed lightly to himself as he remembered Asmodeus’s tickly fingers all over him again, and he held the crook of his neck, swearing he could feel Ozzie blowing a gentle raspberry into the skin, holding him as Fizz laughed himself silly over it.

It did help to quell his anxiety, Fizz couldn’t deny that. But since Asmodeus didn’t usually sleep in, or at least not this late… the cheeky imp figured he might as well have a little fun.

So with that, he walked carefully up the stairs, back to his and Ozzie’s shared room. The Deadly Sin was still zonked out, a light snoring the only audio to be heard as the Deadly Sin clutched the weighted blanket draped over the coverings. Fizz grinned to himself, as he lifted the bedcovers up and snuck into the soft quilting, wriggling around carefully until he met Asmodeus’s hips. So soft and just BEGGING for squeezes.

So that’s what he did. Fizzarolli began to gently work Asmodeus’s hips, only gentle squeezes for now as the imp crooned quietly, hearing his beloved start to giggle sleepily in such a way that it made Fizz’s heart overflow with love.

“Rise and shine, Ozzie~!”

“Frohohoggie… ‘s too ehehearly.” Ozzie complained, and while Fizz couldn’t see his face, the deep low giggles told Fizz that his beloved was indeed awake, or at least waking up.

“Never too early for tickles, babe!” Fizzarolli responded, even as the imp wriggled further up. Ozzie stretched his arms down into the covers, assuming Fizz wanted morning cuddles. Bad idea, since Fizzarolli gently took Asmodeus’s hands and began spidering his imp claws along, rubbing into each soft clump of navy blue fur.

Asmodeus gasped at the feeling and he curled up. Despite being stronger and easily able to push Fizzarolli away, he just didn’t as breathy laughter escaped him. While this spot wasn’t as ticklish as other parts of him, it most certainly pulled the softest giggles from him, and Fizz loved it.

“Fihihihizzie! Fihihizz! Stahap!” Asmodeus chuckled, trying to gently shake his hands to dispel the tingles. Fizzarolli only tutted.

“If you take your hands away, I’m just gonna come right back. You’re not running from the Tickle Imp, Oz!” Fizz declared, even as he grew bored of that spot and wriggled even further up in the covers, now reaching Asmodeus’s armpits.

“Gimme them pits, baby~!” Fizzarolli grinned, shoving his hands into the sensitive hollows and scribbling quickly in one pit, while making gentle circles in the other. Asmodeus’s laughter once again changed into quick hysterics, the Sin trying to kick his legs and throw the covers off so he could escape, but thanks to the weighted blanket on the bed stubbornly holding his legs down, the Deadly Sin wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“FR-FROHOHOHOGGIE, NOHOHOHOHO!!” Asmodeus howled, his head thrown back and a wide smile on his face. Even his other two heads were locked in a permanent smile. Asmodeus shook his head side to side while laughing, his light blue mane flopping over his face constantly.

“Froggie, yes!” Fizzarolli crooned back. “Tickle tickle, Ozzie~!”

“ST-STOHOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!”

“Not doing shit till you get up, Ozz!” Fizzarolli said, still tickling his sleeping boyfriend, ruthlessly scratching and scribbling into the sensitive hollows. Asmodeus was full-on cackling, and the sound melted Fizz’s devilish little heart.

“B-BAHAHABE! BAHAHABE, PLEHEASE!” Asmodeus begged. The cheeky little imp only snickered.

“Get up, Ozzie~! Rise and shine! You’re a rooster, ain’t ya? Cock-a-doodle-do or whatever.” Fizz teased, having switched to wiggling his fingers into the sensitive hollows. Asmodeus’s back arched, and Fizz saw his chance.

The feeling of Fizz’s tail wiggling and dancing across his back in a pattern had Asmodeus in a fit of snorting laughter.

“Damn, I thought you were a rooster, babe. Not a pig.” Fizz joked.

“Fihihizz, plehehehease!” Asmodeus begged, a permanent smile etched on his face. Fizz heard the strain in his beloved’s tone, and he gently began to slow down. Wiggling fingers became gentler, his swishing imp tail became slower. Still wanting to make Asmodeus laugh, but not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Alright, alright. I guess the Tickle Imp is done with ya for now, Ozz.” Fizz mentioned, as he took his hands away, allowing the Deadly Sin to calm down from such a ticklish wake-up call.

Asmodeus reached into the abyss of blankets and pulled Fizz out, settling Fizzarolli against his chest. Fizz didn’t move – Ozzie was warm, alright?! – settling his head on his boyfriend’s large chest. Fizz was all ready to fall asleep, but then he felt something scratching gently at his sides.

Fizz opened his eyes and nervously looked up to Asmodeus, who had a wicked grin in his neon glowing eyes.

“U-Uh, Ozz… what’re ya doin’?” the imp enquired. Asmodeus smiled, leaning down to state his intentions in a voice that made Fizz know he had just provoked the king of all tickle monsters.

“Well, it’s like you said, Fizzie Frog. Never too early for tickles, baby~!” Asmodeus crooned, his fingers coming to life at once.

And as the sun rose over the Lust Ring, Asmodeus paid it no mind. He had a much more beautiful sight to look at. That sight being Fizzarolli, getting tickled silly.

The wake-up call was worth it for them both.

The End!

[madhatterbri]

Kol Mikaelson Fics

Just Hear Meow-t - I was thinking Kol Mikaleson x Reader. Where Reader was finding blood for Kol because he was hungry. She found some blood bag from the hospital and she heard a tiny meow and she found a cute small kitten. It has brown eyes and mixed tan and brown fur, and it reminds her of Kol. She brought the kitten back, and Kol was eyeing at her, looking for suspicious. When she told him what she found, she gave him the cute baby eyes to convince him that Kol and Reader could keep it. :)

Wild, Uncharted Waters - Kol wants to meet the witch that saved his life. Once he does, he meets someone willing to support him against his brother. Set during the early 1900s in New Orleans.

This Christmas - You come back to New Orleans and come face-to-face with a vampire that broke your heart.

Grateful - Kol admits he is grateful for you.

Monster - Kol tries to comfort you during transition but your emotions get in the way.

Frustrations - Kol makes up being busy with his family to you. 18+.

Live Forever - You and Kol break up. He doesn't want to live forever without you.

Unwanted Assistance - Kol isn't particularly fond of you helping an ex.

Where You Belong - Kol doesn't like the two of being broken up. He reminds you where you belong.

No One Hurts My Girl - Kol finds a way to push you to him.

New Rules - Anna has new rules and she counts them, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.

Criminal - A witch meets the devil himself.

Merry Christmas - Kol finds out he has been extra nice for Christmas this year. For my 18+ folks.

Perhaps A Visit - Liv has a bad day at work and her boyfriend suggests a fun activity for himself.

Beauty and the Beast - Kol Mikaelson being a stepfather to his girlfriend's child.

Mine - Your manipulative ex shows up at your job on Valentine's Day. Kol makes sure he shows the guy you are his.... permanently.

Advice - Y/N tells Kol to do anything he can to fix his relationship with Davina. The advice comes back to bite you in the ass.

Weary Alliance -

Kol isn't a fan of Y/N going on a mission with the werewolves, so he agrees to go.

The Secrets We Keep - Summary: Kol and Y/N have a secret of their own. Based on when they first lived in New Orleans. 18+. Smut...ish?

Deadly Secret - Summary: Kol finds himself catching feelings for Y/N, but she has a secret.

[coeurcanelle]

DONT PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING AT 3AM

horror au

playing animal crossing was all fun and games with ellie until events happening in the game turned out to happen in real life

->inspired by a short movie on yt

Rainy days were your favorite.

They gave you and Ellie an excuse to stay indoors and play video games for hours on end.

After playing the same games repeatedly, growing emotionally attached to them, Ellie convinced you to give a try to something different from your usual apocalypse-themed games.

Halloween was tomorrow and ellie judged it to be the perfect time to introduce you to Animal Crossing's latest spooky update, a game you had never tried before.

"it's not traumatizing-scary, but I thought if I like it, you would too," Ellie said as she turned on her Nintendo Switch, a gift Joel had given her for her last birthday.

Often, she would gift you video games from her own massive collection, which hadn't gotten her into the Guinness World Records yet, but it might one day.

It was your favorite hobby together, a shared passion that easily brought you closer.

"you know what I like. If it's not pee-your-pants scary, it's deadly boring," you stated clearly as you made yourself comfortable next to her on her bed, lying flat on your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows as your eyes darted to her screen, the game just starting.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that. I bet ten bucks you'll get so addicted, you won't wanna go home tonight," Ellie said with a confident smirk, pressing 'play' as she seized the opportunity to have you to herself for longer than usual.

The screen flashed, revealing Ellie's character in a virtual room. "just watch me," she muttered, focusing on the screen as she led her character out of the room with a joystick.

Her character entered a clothing shop, trying on brand new clothes.

"I'll let you know that having no taste is a symptom of covid" you teased, followed by Ellie's soft chuckle.

She was used to your constant teasing but never grew tired of it.

"alright, try to make her look hot. we're going to see who’s going to need to get their health checked."

You smiled in victory, pleased to get a chance to play on her Switch.

"alright, bet" you said, going through every option available, trying your best to give Ellie's avatar a brand-new Halloween costume.

After a while, your lips curved into a smile as you admired her avatar in a cute, spooky witch costume.

But when you tried to buy the costume, your face fell in disappointment at the sight of Ellie's in-game money.

"man, she's broke af. that's why she looks so hideous. I can't even make her glow up, that's so sad."

"hey, take that back...as long as she's got clothes on, it's fine." Ellie said, taking back her Switch and removing the costume you were eager to buy.

You rested your head in your hand, already feeling exhausted, when suddenly, a loud, deep rolling growl pulled you out of your trance, followed by increasing pouring rain.

"looks like you're stuck with me tonight,"ellie smiled cheerfully, already plotting to stay up all night.

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Halloween was only after a night, right after the full moon, but the spooky vibe that accompanied it came early today.

Both of you had turned the lights off, total darkness enveloping you, with the rain pouring and spooky sounds coming from the game as background noise.

You and Ellie took turns exploring the city and completing Halloween quests, distracting yourselves from the menacing storm that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

That is until another storm struck, slightly shaking Ellie's house and almost blinding you with the flashes of lightning outside the windows.

Now, the rain was pouring softly.

It was the calm before the next storm.

Turning your attention back to the game, the first thing you saw was Ellie's character momentarily freezing as the screen quickly flickered.

Ellie looked at you to see if you found this as creepy as she did.

"so, still boring as fuck miss apocalypse?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"a jumpscare here and there won't hurt"

A laugh escaped Ellie's lips. "bro, this is 'Animal Crossing,' not Freddy and his friends or whatever."

"Freddy and who?" A look of confusion on your face didn't betray your words.

"Freddy and his friends," she exclaimed, her gaze averted, trying to use her brain that's rotting from playing all the time. "the bear dude who scares kids or something. I dunno, I haven't played that stuff."

"that's FNAF, girl."you corrected, looking at Ellie puzzled. Between the two of you, you always assumed Ellie to be a game nerd.

"yeah, whatever," she said.

Now that you mentioned it, she actually remembered playing it but somehow forgot about it.

Your eyes drifted from Ellie's to her screen, which had stopped flickering, noticing many details.

"You know, I don't know how you managed to do that, but.."

Many details you've never paid attention to before.

"It's really cool how you got an exact copy of your bedroom in there," you said, looking back at Ellie, impressed.

Ellie’s eyes fell on the screen as she listened.

Her eyebrows furrowed suddenly.

She had never noticed too.

In fact, she had never decorated her in-game room with the intention of making it look like her real-life room.

As if trying to make her memories clearer, she scratched the back of her head, trying to think back to when she decorated her room in the game.

"uh, thanks. I never tried to make it look like my room, though."

"you even got the Savage Starlight poster on your wall," you pointed out, looking at her screen curiously before glancing at the same poster in real life, which was in the exact same spot in the game.

Though you were absolutely amazed by this, Ellie felt anything but impressed.

A feeling of unease started to creep up inside her.

No matter how much time she had spent in that game, she never recalled getting this poster.

This was undeniably weird, but it's only in such an atmosphere that things start to get interesting.

It was just a game after all.

"yeah, I think that's how I got broke," an awkward laugh escaped her lips, ignoring how hot she suddenly felt.

With shaky hands, Ellie wandered around her in-game room, which was just as dark as the one in real life.

To lighten it up, she walked towards the lamp on her bedside table, noticing it was placed just like in reality.

After looking at the bedside table, she focused her attention on her screen again and pushed a button to turn on the lamp.

At that moment, a quick 'click' sound echoed in the room, instantly drawing both your and Ellie's attention.

The bright lamp was flickering, casting shadows behind it.

You felt Ellie's eyes on you and turned to look at her, wondering if you both saw the same thing.

"you did that, didn't you?" Ellie asked, eager for a rational explanation for this unusual moment.

"no, I didn't," you exclaimed. The bedside table was just to your left, but your arms remained flat on the bed.

Even if you wanted to scare her, you couldn't have been that creative.

However,your words weren't convincing enough for her to believe them.

Still trying to figure out what was happening between her game and her room, she decided to try something again.

"stay here and don't move," Ellie ordered, to which you nodded and obeyed.

The drawer next to her closet drew her attention.

Her eyes fell back on her game, staring at the same drawer.

You watched Ellie's every move, your nervousness increasing as her finger pressed a button.

It was inevitable.

The drawer opened in the game.

The drawer opened in real life.

A mix of confusion and excitement flashed across Ellie's face as virtual and reality made one.

Thrilled by the turn of events, she turned to face you.

"now this is getting creepy as fuck," Ellie said, talking to you but becoming self-conscious about one thing.

You weren't alone anymore.

"yeah, this feels like the first minutes of a horror movie, but not the shitty low-quality serial killer ones—"

"the crazy haunted ones that leave you paranoid with 'inspired by a true story' in their summary."

"we're definitely in some 'bury your gays' type shit."

Ellie's soft laugh contrasted with the eerie atmosphere. No matter how serious the situation was, you were still able to make her laugh.

A part of her still clung to denial, seeking any rational explanation, but... where's the fun in that?

Was it scary because it was cool?

Or was it cool because it was scary?

Either way, this mystery was eager to be solved. Unsure of where all of this would lead, Ellie gave in to the temptation to discover it.

You decided to keep playing.

She then walked toward her in-game guitar, which was placed in the exact same spot in real life, right beside her desk.

Your eyes drifted toward it while Ellie was focused on her screen.

This was getting more and more interesting.

She pushed one button,making her character picking up the guitar.

As mini-ellie strummed the chords, you and her noticed something about the sound.

The melody wasn't coming from her Switch.

It echoed from her guitar in the corner of her room.

You couldn't believe your eyes,your ears and your mind.

In denial, you were convinced you were dreaming. But when you pinched your skin multiple times, nothing changed.

Ellie looked at you, seeking confirmation that this wasn't all in her head, a sign of her insanity.

"I'm starting to believe there's someone here with us," you said, your worried eyes meeting hers.

"you're just realizing that now?" she smirked.

You crossed your arms protectively, feeling thrilled by the game despite how scary it was becoming. "I'm actually surprised you still haven't peed your pants."

"trust me, it'll take more than that to freak me out like you."

"be careful what you wish for," you warned, feeling and fearing that something was about to happen.

In the dark,where fear and curiosty reigned over all your emotions,it was the comfort place for one thing.

The storm had calmed down for a while, but the rain continued pouring relentlessly.

Each droplet hit Ellie's closed windows, the sound resembling someone knocking.

Now you don't know how that spirit managed to stroll across the windows, but you knew that it got her.

It got Ellie.

With wide white eyes and mouth parted open, her body was entirely frozen, unresponsive to your calls.

The evil had total control over her body.

At least, that's what she made you want to believe.

After slightly shaking her to make her stop, you thought of her biggest weakness, something that always worked when she'd try to prank you like this.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Ellie panted as you tickled her sides, desperately trying to push you away from her before she fell off the bed,head hitting the floor.

Worried, you put a hand over your mouth at the scene. "oh my... are you alright?"

"would be better if you help me back up,"you reached out a hand that she carefully took, before helping her to lay back on the bed.

This is what she gets for trying to scare the hell out of you, always using the same old prank that only worked once on you.

When you were worried about her head, she was shamelessly laughing.

"you know what? laugh while you can. we'll see if you laugh once you wake up in the flames of hell after I choked you in your sleep."

"wow... nice charming words, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?" Ellie snickered as she saw you rolling your eyes at her.

The banter kept going, from playfully nudging each other's arm to pushing each other, as if nothing creepy had happened earlier.

That is, until your hands grabbed the Nintendo, back on the game.

Now that the virtual and reality have united, your careless laughter could easily turn into cold-blooded fear.

Ellie mirrored your wide eyes as she spotted the visual confirmation that both of you weren't alone.

Behind her character stood something in the dark.

Something because it was indeed not a human.

Its body blended with the color of death, or perhaps it was the other way around.

The darkness's arms warmly embraced its sinister presence.

The color of its eyes was the only hue transcending through the darkness in the room.

They were red—red like pumping blood and Persephone's pomegranate. Not leaving the character’s body.

Its eyes were able to pierce through the darkness, as if its life was too fierce to be halted by death.

Because it was death itself.

Ellie's eyes turned to you instinctively, seeking confirmation that it wasn’t part of her imagination.

You returned the same gaze, but not effortlessly. This unexpected turn of events made your mind run laps of thoughts and your body freeze in place.

With the same thought, "Is it behind us?" echoing over and over, the silence grew too loud, nurturing your frightened state.

Then.

The door creaked.

The one behind you and Ellie.

Your eyes remained on hers, with fear enveloping every single last spark of excitement and amusement.

"It's just the wind, right?" you managed to whisper.

Ellie still understood you despite your shaky voice, mimicking the same tone as yours. "the windows are closed."

That wasn't the first time rationality couldn't explain the strange events around you.

You were just afraid it wouldn't be the last time either.

Suddenly, a message appeared on the screen.

As your curious eyes returned to the screen despite the fear slowly consuming you, another feeling began to take over.

"Don't. Look. Behind. You."

It was regret.

[serxinns]

Table of contents

Master list

Hi! im Serxinn i write yandere mha feel free to ask!

My inspirations! (and moots)

@lady-ashfade (She made my super cute headboard)

@thefiery-phoenix

@yandere-class-1a (Or @yandere-x-reader)

@roxanndrummond

What you can request

Yandere Mha

Normal Mha

Any aus and stuff

Yandere vs yandere

A single person headcanon

Poly relationships

Lgbtq!

What you can't ask for

Smut - sorry not really comfortable with it yet =^=

Abuse - unless it's mentioned that the reader is abused but other than that I don't like writing wandered abuse their reader due to trauma and I can't really do it of have the courage

Non-con- yeaaa no...

Other fandoms- demon slayer is a maybe still thinking about it

Dni: Homophobes, Transphobes, Zoophilia, TERFS, basically if ur just gonna start a problem or wanna be toxic and complain about my writing then GTFO

Masterlist

Yandere mha Scarlet witch reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Extras

Spring bath

The dare

Big sis eri

Yandere Mha with Baby reader

USJ

Carnival

Babysitting

Badass reader

I HATE YOU

Yandere vs Yandere

Hawks vs aizawa

Yandere Endeavor, Hawks and mirko vs Yandere all night aizawa, nezu

Fatgum VS all might

Yandere Hero Dekusquad vs Yandere Vil Bakusquad

Part one

Part two

Drabbles and oneshots

Valentines days special

Their bloodsucking Goddess

Transfer Reader

I don't give a shit

Insomia Reader

Bunny hawk reader

Teachers kid

Teachers Kid part 2

Batman Reader

Reader doing the kadedon pose

Secret admirer

Bubbly but angry reader

Romantic bakugo and platonic class 1a

Poc reader

Tipsy trampoline

Bakugo reader

LoveFever~

Big Three's educational visit

Yan class 1a imagine pt2

Deadpool reader!

Izuku's cousin with pica!

Yandere Reader

Light Fury reader

The big 3 Reacting to you wearing revealing clothing

You gifted me sorrow I returned lilies

Gojo reader

Chubby reader

Reader with a eating disorder

Baker reader with mafia class 1a

Love potion

Denkis deal

Mocha Bunny

Part 1

Part 2:bunnynapped

Genderswap

Part 1

Part 2 (m/n Pov)

Fanart!

A beautiful and 1st fanart of izuku reader and bakugo reader by @diamondzoey

A wonderful and magnificent fanart of Scarlet witch reader by @candyswirl101!

A amazing and heartwarming appreciation post by @heroic-obsession

Original/inspired series

Sweet treats!

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

A Hero awaits but with a deadly fate...

Part 1

Part 2

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

Small town au stuff

Philza is kindhearted yet oddly knowledgeable and mysterious resident who seems wiser beyond his years and may or may not be a witch. Especially questionable is that giant ass hat of his. Maybe a witch. He is retired and has a suspiciously large income, and somehow knows how to fly a plane?!! Maybe a retired vet or spy? Its undetermined. Or maybe just your basic crop duster. He does talk about potatoes a lot for some reason.

Foolish, your local cop and sheriff. The heart throb of the police department and kind of the definition of abuse of power (but only when its funny). He'll probably let you off for speeding or doing donuts in corn fields. His previous job was the town's major architect, which he still builds sometimes, but wanted to harass random people as a police officer for a new temporary occupation.

Quackity, the emotional weirdo teacher who's got attachment issues out the wazoo. He is sweet, but spirals sometimes. Its been rumored that he's been beaten up by Phil's kid for reasons unexplained.

Wilbur, of course, the aspiring musician. Gets confused a lot for other famous people, but plays at events when he's home. Loves his kid, but has been gone for most of the year and feels insecure for not calling her as much.

Jaiden, the town's lawyer who is rolling in it. She wins a lot of her cases and maybe does some of the illegal legwork to prove her client's innocence or the accused guilty. She does a lot of investigating with Foolish and has a key to the polices archive room. She has gotten noise complaints about her two loud birds.

Forever, a new resident along with the other Brazilians who all live in his giant pink Barbie house until Cellbit moves out to get married. Forever quickly gains popularity among the town's residence and becomes mayor of Quesadilla Town. He has been chasing after Philza this whole time, but there are whispers that he has a thing for the local pastor.

Badboyhalo, the priest, which Forever has remarked that's probably the strangest one out of the town's peoples names but it fits. Bad is a strangely wealthy and knowledge priest. His face is always masked by shadows and a hood. He always appears out of nowhere and seems to derive amusement from spooking the other residents. Forever thinks that's cute.

Roier, from Jaiden's platonic roommate to Cellbit's husband, man has never had a job and is just a trophy roommate/husband. Always physically fit, the life of the party and if the town had a best looking competition, he'd be at least top 5. Spends his day working out and is often seen on long runs in the woods. He may or may not be the one always finding weird things on his runs. Like a random artifact or an unfamiliar body.

Cellbit, town's journalist. Always looking for clues on the strange going ons and always has one of those huge boards with photos, tacks, and red thread. Man hardly sleeps and is running on six cups of coffee a day. Get him some water.

Fit, he owns of course Fit's Fitness. The sexiest personal trainer in the county and has a prosperous business. Him and Phil are somehow friends, and he weirdly seems to know things he shouldn't. Has been seen fraternizing with the weird agents that come through town and cover stuff up.

Baghera is another school teacher in Quesadilla town. She is the funnier one but also there seems to be an immense sadness to her. She avoids any special agent from the Cucurucho Factory.

Etoiles is a mysterious vigilant who fights suspicious figures and deadly monsters in the night. He's kind of the ex machina of the town and can be found lurking in the back alleys. He may or may not be a clerk at your local giftshop.

Cucurucho is an interesting and strange character, a business man in a white suit wearing a bear mask at all times. He runs the Cucurucho Institution along with its factory and seems to hold some bizarre legal authority over the town. He also has connections in the hospital and school and all around is just a sketchy person. He has many of his underlings do his bidding around town and they have been seen dumping chemicals in the river and interrogating certain residents.

Pac is your new local gym teacher and has stolen the town's physical trainer's heart. They've been having a cute shy will they won't they. It's extremely obvious to the whole town. He is best friends with the mad scientist science teacher Mike. And they get up to shenanigans. And for a gym teacher, the guy sure is smart and knows a lot of ways to build things. He's like the ultimate package!

Missa is Phil's platonic husband who is always away on business trips. He shows up into town for about a week then has to head out again to do business related business. He is jealous of Phil's love interests but also won't deny how hot they are and that also makes him insecure.

Charlie is the troubled baker/conessieur in town. He always has a creepy smile about him when you ask what's in his food, but he's just screwing with you and its actually delicious. He has been seen dragging huge lumpy bags with red liquid pouring out of it and swears it's just strawberry jam. Turns out if you licked the floor, it is. His favorite dessert to make is green jello.

Tubbo is the weird little mechanic that is always putting bizarre attachments to your vehicle and making odd do dads in his spare time. No one knows where he got his mechanic license, but no one mentions that he's probably doing this illegally cause of his sweet deals.

Mouse is a famous vtuber who may be working with the occult on the side for the funsies. Is she running a cult? Perhaps. But it would be funny if she did. Anyways she has a lovely home and gives lots of her money as donations to less sketchy hospitals.

[smiley-star]

Little Leo

A Trip to witch town goes wrong. Luckily they have a cure, but it seems Leo's gonna be stuck as the littlest brother for a bit.

Lee: Leo💙

Lers: Mikey🧡, Donnie💜, Raph❤️

“This is so unfair!” Leo yelled, voice high pitched and childish.

“Don’t blame me!” Donnie exclaimed, carrying the much smaller Leo.

The two had been in witch town, looking for some kind of mystical medicine when a loud enraged screech rang out.

“YOU'RE THE ONE THAT DESTROYED OUR CITY!” The stranger had screeched, before a blast of bright green light was shot towards Donnie.

Leo had shoved him out of the way, taking the hit and immediately collapsing onto the ground.

Turns out, the witch had a fail-safe in case of an innocent being hit. Unfortunately, said fail-safe had lead to Leo becoming a toddler.

He was practically drowning in his hoodie, giving Donnie the dirtiest look his young face could muster.

“You're the reason they tried to attack in the first place!” Leo exclaimed, smacking Donnie with his hoodie sleeve.

“You jumped in front of me!”

“What if it was deadly!?” Leo exclaimed, “Of course I did!”

A strange look passed Donnie's face, but he didn't say anything. They got to the lair, where he threw open the door.

“Behold, family! A child!”

“OH MY GOSH!” Mikey squealed, immediately yanking Leo out of Donnie's arms and squishing him in a hug, “LEO! YOU'RE SO CUTE!”

“Mikey!” Leo complained, embarrassed as he shoved at his younger (now older?- ugh that was confusing!) brother.

“Awww Leo!” Mikey cooed, “You're just so cute! We gotta show Raph!”

“No!” Leo exclaimed, face flushed in embarrassment as Mikey rushed to Raph's room with him in his arms.

“Raphala!” Donnie called through the door, “We have a surprise!”

The door opened, and Raph just about melted at the sight of little Leo.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, taking the tot and hugging him close, “Leo! How did this happen- awwww! Raph remembers when you were this small!”

“Raph!” Leo exclaimed in embarrassment as Raph started kissing him on the cheek.

“You're so cute!”

“We were in witch town and one of them was gunning for me,” Donnie explained, “Leo jumped in the way.”

“Leo. . .”

“What!? It would've hit Donnie instead!” Leo protested in his squeaky voice, “It was me though, so its fine!”

“What!? That is not fine!” Mikey exclaimed as Donnie flipped down his goggles to scan Leo.

“Well, the good news is that it should wear off in about an hour,” Donnie said, earning sighs of relief.

“And the bad news?” Leo questioned as Donnie took him from Raph's arms.

“You're going to promise to stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“What-? Donnie, if it's me or you, I'm choosing me!” Leo exclaimed, glaring.

“Then I chose this,” Donnie said, before lightly wiggling his fingers on Leo's plastron.

“EEE-!” Leo squealed, giggling and kicking his little legs, “Dohhohohonie! NohohoohohHOHOHo!”

“Yes!” Donnie exclaimed, “We'll only stop when you agree to quit sacrificing yourself!”

“EEHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his little legs against Donnie's chest, “StaHAHAaHap!”

“Awww! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, skittering his fingers in the crooks of Leo's neck.

“MIHIhiHIkey!” Leo squealed, scrunching his shoulders up and throwing his head back in laughter, “NAHA!”

“D’awwww,” Raph cooed, lightly pinching at Leo's knees and making the slider shriek.

“RAHAPHIE!” Leo squealed, shoving at Raph's hands as he squirmed and laughed, “DAHAHAN'T!”

“This is so cute!” Mikey giggled, “I'm gonna die of cuteness!”

“NAHA IT'S NAHAT!” Leo squealed, kicking and squirming as they tickled him, “STAHAHAP!”

“Do you promise to quit jumping in danger?” Donnie asked, wiggling his fingers above Leo's tummy threateningly.

“Dohohn’t yohohohou dahahare!” Leo giggled, squirming and kicking to try and escape, “Guhuhys! Leheheme goho!”

“Not ‘till ya promise, Lee,” Raph cooed, wiggling his fingers next to Leo's thigh while Mikey pried one of his arms up.

“GUHUYS-!” Leo's complaints were cut off by a loud shriek of laughter as the three started tickling him again.

“NAHAHA- YOHOHOU'RE SOHOH MEHEHEAN! PLEHE- EHHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, his hands flapping in happy stimming as he cackled and squirmed.

“Awww Leo!” Mikey cooed, blowing a raspberry on the side of Leo's neck and making him squeal and scrunch his shoulders up.

“DAHAHAN'T!” Leo screamed, laughing and blushing.

“This is so cute,” Raph gushed, lightly pinching at Leo's thighs and making him squeak, kicking his legs at him.

“I know right!” Mikey giggled, skittering his fingers under Leo's arm, ���Dee! Isn't this adorable!”

“As frustrating as he's being, I concur, it is rather cute,” Donnie smirked, skittering his fingers over Leo's belly, “Now then Leo, are you going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

“I'm gohohohoHOHOna get you bAHAHahack so bad-!” Leo threatened, giggling hysterically.

“Alright then,” Donnie grinned evilly, lifting Leo's hoodie above his tummy.

“WAIT-! WAIT NO!” Leo screamed, squirming even more and kicking and smacking at them, “DEE!”

Donnie leaned down, blowing a raspberry on Leo's tummy, making the slider shriek and cackle like mad.

Raph grinned, blowing raspberries on Leo's knees while Mikey nibbled at his ribs.

“YOHA- HAHAHA EEHHAHA SNRT-!” Leo squealed, thrashing and kicking as he cackled, “I DAHAHAN'T! PLEHE- SNRK! HAHA!”

OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T DOHOHO IT AGAHAHAIN!” Leo screamed, squirming violently and cackling hysterically.

“Alright guys,” Mikey said, getting the other two to back off, “We better stop before we kill him!”

“I hahahate you!” Leo giggled, still squirming slightly from the phantom tickles. He yanked his arms into his hoodie sleeves and tugged the hood over his head, effectively disappearing.

“Oh c'mon, ‘Nardo,” Donnie teased, “You won't be wittle forever!”

“Leave me alone!” Leo said dramatically, “You guys are the worst!”

“Aww, cheer up Leo,” Raph said, lightly squeezing Leo's side.

“EEP-! Ohohokay! Ohohokay!” Leo giggled frantically, yanking the hood off his head, “I'm nahat mahahad!”

“Man, you're so cute like this!” Raph exclaimed, holding Leo against his cheek, “Raph just wants to eat you up!”

“Don't you- RAHAHAPH!” Leo squealed, trying to squirm his way out of Raph's hold when he started nibbling at his tummy, “RAHAHAPH! TOHOHO- EEE! SNRT- PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Your wittle tummy is so yummy to Raph!” Raph teased, making Leo blush and squirm more.

“RAHAHAHAPHIE! DAHAHAN'T!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in laughter as Raph lightly nibbled his tummy.

“You're recording this, right?” Mikey asked, watching with a wide grin.

“Please, I record everything,” Donnie said with a smirk, “This entire thing has been.”

“He's not freaking out as bad as usual,” Mikey mused, giggling a bit, “I guess he got more ticklish as we got older!”

“Huh,” Donnie blinked, “I suppose I can test that. For the data collection of course."

Mikey hurried over, helping Raph tickle the tot, who laughed louder and fought against the two.

Donnie shook his head fondly, this idiot was way too protective of them. But at least they could get him to smile a bit.

“DEHEHEE! HEHELP MEHEHE!” Leo cried, trying to escape Raph tickling his tummy and Mikey tickling his ribs.

“But of course!”

“NAHAH– NAHAT THE KNEHEHES! DOHONIE!”

Found this one in my drafts and was like Why not post it? :3

✨Remember to drink water✨

[suitov]

"Toast is fine. More than enough. Humans don't need to eat that much."

"That is an outright lie," said the taller, darker and sterner of the two vampires in his apartment.

"We were humans like a few days ago! It's not like we don't remember," huffed the smaller, spikier and cuter one.

Nagito smiled brilliantly, not at all embarrassed. "Well, it's more accurate to say that I don't need to eat much. I've been on so many different medications that avoiding the risk of nausea is just a habit now!"

Makoto, the littler vampire, was giving him a pitying look that he didn't much care for.

He added, "Besides, I'm a very picky eater. An outright nightmare! Uh, please, Izuru... I really don't like rice."

Izuru put back the bag of rice and kept looking through his sparse cupboards.

"You've got to eat, Nagito," Makoto insisted. "Blood loss is bad enough for people in perfect health. That's why they lie you down and give you a cookie and juice after you give blood." He looked suddenly pensive. "I guess donating blood is something else I'll never be able to do again..."

Izuru had dug out a packet of nori sheets Nagito had forgotten he had. "Iron," he said.

"Are there noodles? We can make him a ramen bowl!" said Makoto, who had already bounced back from feeling sad. He really was a hopeful little bat, Nagito thought fondly. While Izuru looked the part of killer vampire far more, neither of them could exactly be said to have the killer instinct.

In fact, once he'd led the pair of them back home (and invited them in without a qualm; what was the point of being lucky if you didn't open yourself up to a little violent death?), they had both politely taken off their shoes and hurried him to bed - though not for the purposes he'd been kind of daydreaming about - and then cleaned the place and done his laundry before sleeping the day away inside his linen closet in a tight ball of bat.

And, shortly, they placed a steaming bowl in front of him and watched him with the kind of concern you showed for a friend or equal, not livestock. He really would have to teach them the proper attitude a deadly apex predator ought to show.

He did, however, eat the food. Two pairs of red puppy eyes left him no choice. It was delicious and he was forced to admit, at least to himself, that he was really hungry.

Makoto had pulled up a stool - Nagito didn't have a second kitchen chair, for obvious reasons - and was leaning his head against his shoulder. "Once we get on our feet, we'll leave you in peace, I promise," he said.

"No hurry," said Nagito cheerfully. "I think it might be interesting to have supernatural roommates."

"Aah..." Makoto snuggled against him most inappropriately for a monstrous elite. He really was too cute. "You're really kind, especially after we tried to abduct you and steal your blood."

"Not the worst day I've ever had!"

"Nevertheless, we will be out of your fluffy hair in due time," said Izuru. "If only there were some way to repay your kindness."

"Depending on the specifics of vampire anatomy," Nagito said, "I might be able to suggest a few."

Neither of them picked up on the innuendo. That settled it. He couldn't let these two out to survive on their own. Someone had to instruct them in the ways of the hedonistic undead, and if that blonde witch who'd turned and then abandoned them wasn't going to do it, it would just have to be Nagito.

[samwisethewitch]

In Defense of Fluffy Bunnies, or Witchcraft in Times of Burnout

At the very end of 2023, I used my Christmas bonus from work to buy myself a tarot deck I never would have purchased six months earlier.

This deck was from a creator whose work I had really enjoyed in the past, but when I had looked at it earlier in the year, I'd had concerns that it was softening the meaning of some of the more "difficult" cards in the tarot. For example, The Hanged Man is replaced with "The Patient Witch" and Death is replaced with "The Broom." I'd had concerns that replacing these cards, which are traditionally associated with more dire or upsetting readings, meant the creator was trying to whitewash tarot into something cute and fluffy, sacrificing a lot of its depth in the process.

The deck is The Cozy Witch Tarot by Amanda Lovelace, and I'm so glad I gave it a try. This deck has an incredibly kind and gentle feel, but it is absolutely capable of giving serious readings. The depth of the tarot hasn't been compromised at all by Lovelace's changes, and her version's greater emphasis on agency and personal empowerment is exactly what I need in my practice right now. I use this deck to read for myself almost every day.

So what changed? How did I do a complete 180 in my thoughts on this deck in only a few months?

I've always been very opposed to "love and light" or "fluffy bunny" witchcraft. For those who aren't familiar, these are both terms used online (usually negatively) to describe witches who only do "light" or positive magic. According to the Witchipedia, "Generally, the 'fluffy bunnies' have based their practice on only the most delightful aspects of their spiritual path or romanticized, fictional Hollywood or literary accounts of witchcraft or Wicca." From what I can tell, this term came out of Wiccan Internet forums in the 1990s, and it refers to someone who dons the aesthetics and mythology of Wicca or witchcraft without actually engaging critically with magic theory. Fluffy bunnies also tend to focus on feel-good magic, at least according to stereotypes.

Similarly, "love and light" witches are known for only focusing on the lighthearted side of witchcraft. In an opinion article for The Wild Hunt, Storm Faerywolf writes that, "On the surface it seems harmless enough: a philosophy of love, kindness, non-violence, and a concerted practice of positivity." This type of witchcraft is very closely tied to the "spiritual but not religious" movement and borrows a lot of concepts from New Age spirituality, like crystal healing, the Law of Attraction, and chakras. While fluffy bunnies are very much a product of the 1990s, love and light witches are very much a product of the New Age boom of the 2010s.

I've been very vocal about my dislike for both of these types of witchcraft on this blog in the past, and I still 100% agree with Storm Faerywolf, who says in that same article: "But to assert that pain, and fear, and even anger are somehow less important than our joy, our courage, and even our love, is to do a grave disservice to our collective mental and spiritual health... groups that embrace this mode of thinking have effectively ensured that they can mutually avoid anything that might challenge their cultish mindset. Angry over injustice? You’re just living in a lower vibration. Afraid of contracting a deadly virus? You just don’t trust Jesus enough."

I think accepting and working with challenging emotions is an important part of what it means to be a witch. Spiritual bypassing and cries of "good vibes only" do more harm than good. But for a while I got so caught up in rejecting anything even remotely fluffy or love-and-lightish that I ended up with a magical practice that, to be honest, kind of made me miserable. And I don't think I'm the only one.

I spent a lot of 2022 and 2023 wrestling with injustice, both in my spiritual practice and in my personal and professional life. My practice is inspired by witches like Starhawk and Christy C. Road, and politics play a key role. Most of the spells I did in 2023 fall into the category of justice magic, including breaking family curses and hexing rapists. At the same time, I was working a series of direct services jobs that saw me working closely with homeless teenagers, domestic violence victims, and people battling addiction, just to name a few. And that's not even getting into my personal life and recovery as a queer, disabled survivor of abuse.

And let me tell you: By the end of 2023, I was fucking exhausted. I was beyond burnout. And I didn't even want to do magic anymore, because magic had become just another part of my life where I had to face the injustice and harm happening in the world around me.

I was in desperate need of some fluffiness, some love and light. And that was when I bought the Amanda Lovelace tarot deck.

I knew something had to change. In my burnout, I desperately needed to be tenderly cared for. I needed my spiritual practice to be a source of peace and comfort, not a drain on my energy. I needed to get out of the dark for a bit so I could remember how to see the stars.

What I've realized in the last few months is that yes, anger, pain, and fear are important in a balanced magical practice and a balanced life -- but joy, love, and comfort are equally important. And if you spend a lot of time in one part of your life dealing with pain and fear (like I do in my day job), focusing on love and healing in your witchcraft can help keep things balanced.

"Comfort" and "care" are definitely the keywords for my magical practice right now, and that means my magic looks a lot more fluffy than it has in the past. And that's a good thing.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Since 1.6 released combat trinkets. What do you think the are the favorite combat trinkets of each of the castle villager’s adventurers/mages?

Alesia: The combination of a golden spur and a magic quiver will make Alesia incredibly fast and deadly. Like lightning, the spur will give her a speed boost when killing monsters, and the magic quiver will help her cover her back while she fires her trusty bow. If the sniper combines this with rings, she can safely be called the strongest adventurer in the entire Republic. Even the chaotic Farmer will have a bit of a hard time pulling against her.

Camilla: frog egg. Just because I think our witch would love a little pet. Which, btw, will come as a great shock to her detractors and amusement to the witch herself. Imagine someone (definitely an idiot, since they wanted to fight her) deciding to pit a powerful mythical beast (dragon, phoenix, whatever your heart desires) against the main witch of Castle Village. And Camilla only smiled slyly and let her cute little frog out of her hands. And no sooner had her opponents taunted her than the frog swallowed the mythical creature in Kirby-style, leaving her foes completely embarrassed. Camilla is sure to die laughing. The parrot egg is also a great option: cute feather pet that brings her shiny coins (in my headcanon, also gems). The rest of the trinkets will be of much use to her, I think - she can conjure anything without it.

Lance: an ice rod that will freeze your opponent in place, allowing you to strike or retreat? Oh, Lance could definitely use that. Our adventurer is also a mage, after all, so wands, staffs and rods are not uncommon in his arsenal. The fairy box will also help him reduce his use of life elixirs (ingredients for them are a bit hard to come by), or help him out if no elixirs at all. There's also a magical hair gel. I know, it's not exactly a combat trinket, but how else to explain our gallant adventurer's spiky hair that stays the same even in the rain?

Isaac: I'm sure Isaac wouldn't mind a basilisk paw, because he's a melee adventurer, so he's bound to run into annoying debuffs like slowdown from slimes or blindness from shadow sniper. And with this trinket, the grumpy monster hunter can breathe a sigh of relief - one less problem. Parrot egg will also be useful to him, because, as I believe, the life of an adventurer is not too sweet, every coin on the account, and a little helper that will look for money when you kill monsters - quite useful thing. The rest of the trinkets related to magic, he is not interested (Isaac will definitely not carry a fairy box with him out of principle).

Jadu: maybe some will scoff at Jadu because he's always carrying the fairy box around, but the young wizard will definitely have the last laugh when the fairy heals his wounds in a difficult situation. And also, as a self-respecting magician, Jadu couldn't pass by an ice rod that will freeze his enemies in a flash.