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blackhairedjjun · 1 year ago

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the forest of you

pairing: choi soobin x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, cottagecore au, fantasy au, prince!soobin x witch!reader, mutual pining, just very soft vibes | word count: 1.9k | warnings: none, just a little (friendly) teasing

summary: prince soobin lives undercover as a commoner as part of a royal tradition, and you are the local potion-maker tasked with caring for him and magically maintaining his disguise. you take him to the forest one day to forage for ingredients, and you start to realize just how much you need him with you.

author's notes: i wrote this after binge-listening to soobin's forest cover, it was just soooo comforting and beautiful 🥰🥰 this fic isn't that overtly romantic since i mostly focused on recreating the comforting vibes and message of the original cover, but the pining is still there (i hope). the premise of this story is based on an idea i had some time ago but never turned into a fic, i do have ideas for fics in the same setting though!

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“y’know, soobin, you’ve become less scared of the forest since you got here,” you say, swinging your herb basket back and forth as you walk.

“oh really?” the prince stares at you, his mouth agape at first before morphing into his familiar dimpled smile. cute. “i suppose that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“it’s a very good thing. having company with me is nice.”

soobin trails behind you as you trudge down the worn dirt paths of the forest, trees on all sides towering over you. you hum as you walk, eyes on the lookout for anything of use in your potions: flowers, berries, mushrooms, seeds, leaves, even fallen bird feathers. from time to time you turn back to glance at your ward, who follows at a comfortable pace while gazing at the canopy above him.

he stops in his tracks and points at a patch of mushrooms growing on the bark of a tree. the mushrooms are at his eye level, above your head. “wait, these are the ones you use for my disguise potion, right?”

“that’s right! i missed that 一 thank goodness i’ve got a tall person helping me out.”

soobin pries the mushrooms from the bark hands it to you, a proud grin on his face. you can’t help but smile yourself in admiration, and your smile only grows when his hands brush yours while he places them in your basket. “thank you,” you whisper.

now you walk side-by-side through the forest, and you much prefer it this way. even with his princely nature hidden, you find something reassuring about his presence: soobin towers over you, but he moves slowly, deliberately matching his stride to yours, even the swinging of his arms in sync. he stays close by you, as if protecting you from anything that might leap out of the forest, and your arms nearly brush his a few times.

every now and then you stop to take something from the forest: a cluster of deep red berries, a yellow-green fern growing in swirling patterns, a flower so white it practically shines on the forest floor. soobin gazes at you intently as you do your job, and you’re so engrossed in your work that you miss the soft smile that crosses his face while he observes.

“did you really do all this by yourself before i came here?” he asks as you step through a narrow space between two gnarled trees. in the distance some birds begin to caw, but you don’t even flinch at the sound.

“pretty much. i’m used to it, i guess.”

“and you weren’t lonely or scared? that’s really cool, y/n.”

“i wasn’t always like this,” you say as you pry another mushroom from some tree bark for soobin’s disguise potion. “the first time i went on my own, i wanted to prove to my parents that i could forage by myself. y’know, be a real witch and everything. but i was shaking the whole time... and i missed my parents so much. they used to point out the different birds to me while they foraged, or they’d just look at me all excited if they found a rare ingredient. and that’s what i missed the most, just having someone to be with.”

soobin presses his lips together as he listens to you. you’ve been foraging on your own for years, and though you tell yourself that you’re used to it, your heart aches at the memory. you turn to face him and your eyes meet.

“i get what you mean,” he says. “when i first came here for my incognito period, i remember missing everyone a lot. my parents and all the palace staff... kai, beomgyu... your cottage was so quiet in comparison. not that it’s a bad place, it’s just...”

“not home?”

soobin nods, his gaze falling to the dried leaves on the forest floor. the two of you continue walking through the forest, stopping only a few minutes later so that you can collect a few wild berries from a bush.

“it feels more like home now, though,” soobin says as he crouches down to help you. “i like the smell of the herbs from your garden and how toasty the cauldron room is. and helping you is, ah, it’s fun... you care about your potions so much and i like watching you work.”

you laugh softly to yourself, turning away as you feel a warmth spread through your cheeks. ��it’s... well, i’m used to it. and having you around has helped a lot.”

“sometimes i feel more like a bother than a help. you work so fast!”

“don’t say that, you’re plenty helpful. look at you right now, i would have missed some of the berries hidden here if it weren’t for you.”

with the berries collected and placed in your basket, you stand up at the same time. you don’t realize at first how close soobin is standing to you, but your eyes meet his and you can’t bring it in yourself to look away. the prince gazes at you as if trying to speak without words, as if telling you from his presence alone that everything will be alright.

he reminds you of the forest too, you think: tall and quiet and seemingly stern, but filled with a cool comfort all his own.

your mutual reverie is broken by the cawing of a nearby flock of birds. soobin jumps and nearly falls; you grab onto his hand and you both wobble before he finds his balance.

“sorry...”

“it’s一it’s fine.” your hand is still holding onto his, and your cheeks feel hot. “we should keep moving.”

the two of you continue through the forest, taking care not to travel too deep but stay at the periphery. soobin stays close to you, and you thread your arm through his 一 this will slow your pace, but you don’t mind.

“by the way, i changed the measurements of the disguise potion a bit,” you say as soobin crouches down to pick some flowerbuds. “i’m not sure if you felt any difference.”

“oh really? it felt the same to me.” he shrugs and places the flowerbuds in your basket. “i always feel... disoriented when i use it.”

“i know, that’s why i was trying to change it...”

“don’t worry about it too much.” soobin glances up at a tree branch right above him, and a cool breeze blows down on both of you. “it’s just... when i’m a prince, i feel shy from all the people watching me, but when i’m disguised, it feels odd not being recognized, as if no one cares about me. does that make sense?”

you’re quiet for a few moments. you glance up at the canopy, then back at soobin; prince or not, there’s something about him that feels right at home here.

“i see what you mean... being around others is exhausting, but being by yourself is lonely. right?”

“yeah, exactly.”

“what about being with me?” you give him a teasing grin. “do you ever get sick of me?”

he grins right back at you, even rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. “yeah, i get totally sick of you. when i become prince again i’m banishing you so that i never see you again.”

“you could never do that, i bet. who’s going to make the potions of soothing to help you fall asleep, huh?”

“i’ve been stuck with you long enough that i could make it myself!”

you elbow him gently and you both laugh. the sound rings through the forest, and it makes the place seem smaller and warmer than it is.

you’ve often wondered what will happen when soobin’s incognito period ends and he goes back to his princely role. when the royal family first approached you to help with their son’s journey 一 apparently an old tradition to help future monarchs stay in touch with the common folk 一 you didn’t think much of it. you’d get an apprentice, make a few extra potions of disguise for him, then collect a hefty royal commission after eighteen months. at first, it had been nothing more than a chance to get an extra pair of hands and supplement your income as a potion-making witch.

but as you walk through the forest, arm in arm with soobin, you realize that you like the new routine you’ve established. the young prince helps you sell potions and make bread for meals, and more than once you’ve caught him giving harsh glares at rude customers who want to use your potions for nefarious purposes. and though his accompaniment to your weekly forages were originally nothing more than an excuse to get some help, you now find it impossible to imagine going on them without him.

soobin and the forest and you: in your mind they all fit together.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that he has to move in front of you to catch your attention. “y/n?”

“oh 一 sorry!”

“you know i was just kidding, right?”

“huh...?”

“about banishing you, i mean,” he says. “i like being around you too much.”

“ah 一 yeah! d-don’t worry, i know,” you say, and now even your ears are warm together with your cheeks. “and um, thank you.”

you blink a few times and glance around. the trees have become more gnarled and more densely packed together. you realize that the two of you are starting to approach the heart of the forest; go any deeper and things will get dangerous, not just from wild animals but also from wild magic. “uh, we should... go back...”

soobin nods and waits for you to lead the way before falling in beside you. again he offers his arm, and you thread yours around it. with his free hand he offers to carry your basket for you; it has gotten heavier from the foraging you’ve been doing. you shake your head and give him a polite smile, letting him know that you can carry it just fine, but the gesture opens up a lightness in your heart.

the walk back to the main road is quiet, but not awkwardly so. such moments of silence are not uncommon with soobin, but they have a comfort all their own; the prince smiles to himself as he walks, taking the time to admire the lush green canopy above or the carpet of flowers and ferns growing in between the tree roots. you find yourself sneaking glances at him and following his gaze to whatever plant has caught his attention 一 you’re so used to forest forages that you’ve forgotten how to stop and admire the scenery.

can you really imagine the forest without him? you feel his arm wound around yours, anchoring you, and it reminds you of the tree roots beneath your feet.

by the time you reach the edge of the forest, the sun has started to set and the sky has turned orange. rays of yellow light peek through the remains of the canopy. you put your free hand up to your face to block out the most blinding rays, and soobin tightens his grip around your arm.

“let’s go home?” he says.

you turn to him and smile. he looks radiant in this light.

“let’s go home.”

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sweet-yellow-honey · 6 months ago

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HEY SO I NOTICED ALOT OF PPL ON HERE LIKED MY MIRRORBOX ART SO HERES A FIC I ALSO WROTE!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN ALSO FIND THIS FIC ON AO3!!!!!

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Boxten and Poppy were sitting in the audience of one of Vees game shows, listening in on the winners prizes and loud buzzers.

“How did SHRIMPO win a car??? He can’t even drive!!” Poppy said with a huff. “Nether can you.” The box shot back. “oh ya” Poppy sighed, looking back at the stage as said shrimp almost ran though the stage wall with his new prize

“Hey Pops, any idea who the finishing act is? I just hope it’s nothing with cannons.. or flashing lights…. Or spiders…….”

“Oh! I think it’s Glisten this time actually!” The bubble responded, looking over the pamphlet that was handed out to them to check. “Huh, Glisten Glisten.. I dont think I’ve ever met him actually..” Boxten said, witch was a surprising statement, considering the fact everyone here pretty much HAD to know eachother. “YOU’VE NEVER MET HIM?????” Poppy yelled, looking at her friend with wide eyes. “What? What, was I supposed to know him? Ohhh I knew I should have introduced myself! I just got so worried about whether or not they would think I was weird… i mean… as I weird??? Ughh I-“ The music box went on for a few more minutes, when he felt a sharp jab in his arm.

“Stop worrying! I swear, it’s all you do!” The bubble taunted, rolling her eyes “heh, ya I guess I-“

“OH OH SHUT UP ITS STARTING-“ Poppy shouted before Boxten even had the chance to reply, turning to look at the center stage where Vee was standing.

“Alright folks! We’ve got an excellent show for you all tonight! Without further ado, its the gorgeous! The iconic! The gymnastic!… GLISSTTEENNNNN!”

Vee shouted, raising her hands to a large platform yards above the audience, lights flashing and darting towards the stand. Boxten had to cover his face to try and block out the blinding lights, trying to catch a small glimpse of the glittery mirror. And then… he saw him.

It was just for a second, Glisten had peered over the edge of the platform, gazeing down at the crowd waveing with a smile.

Boxten saw him just for a second. His bright, blue eyeshadow. The singular golden curl that fell over his face. The way his eyes sparkled just as much as the lights around him. Wow.

“He’s beautiful…” Boxten thought to himself.

Then the actual show started.

At first, boxten thought it was just gonna be a normal performance, probably singing or dancing or something. Something tame, something that wouldn’t make him jump out of his seat in fear. Besides, this guys seemed reasonable.

Boy was he wrong.

Just then, around two dozen or so glittery silver rings, bars, and hoops fell from the ceiling, makeing the stage more shiny than before. Then, the glittering mirror grabbed onto one. Then jumped from his post.

Boxten’s heart almost burst out of his chest in worry, how on earth can an angel like that put himself at risk like that?! Then he finally realized that sense the mirror was holding on to the bar, he wouldn’t fall.

Oh right.

Boxten tried watching the rest of the performance (still panicking for the gymnasts safety) gripping at his bandana as to try and stop his heart from pounding out of his chest. He tried to remember what Poppy always said to him. Breathe. And that’s what he did. In and out, in and out.

He then turned his attention back to Glisten, who was currently throwing this slimmer figure through multiple hoops at once. While terrifying, still impressive. REALLY impressive. Boxten couldn’t stop his hands from reaching his edges cheeks in a swoon, watching the taller jump from ring to ring, twisting and turning to dazzle the crowd.

He moved like an angel flying though heavens clouds.

At least that’s what Boxten thought.

And then it kept going.

Glisten grabbed bars, rings, and performed tricks that could’ve killed him if anything went wrong. At one point, he even flung himself from the top of the platform, grabbing onto a pair of rings to catch his fall. Then he started to spin around the golden metal hoops, moving faster and faster as the audience cheered.

Boxten seemed to be getting more and more nervous as the performance continued. I mean, who wouldn’t be when the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen was flying through the air like a damn stunt man.

Glisten then took a dive from his hoop landing back onto the large podium and Vee walked back on stage. “Alright everyone, thanks for coming to the game tonight, I-“

“BITCH I WASNT DONE!!!!”

Glisten blew a quick few kisses into the crowd and somehow struck almost five poses in the span of a second, then turned back to Vee, ok continue, ima go back to the dressing room, love you all!!!” The mirror said, jumping down from the podium and walking off the stage, leavening Vee a little speechless due the this mans audacity.

“…ok then.” Vee said, a little flabbergasted with the sheer amount of sass Glisten had. She then continued with her speech and the crowds slowly started to leave.

“Holy crap- Glisten is amazing!” Poppy said as she turned to Boxten. “What did you think?”

“I think…. I think I need to go.” Boxten said, jumping up from his seat and running down the stairs of the aisle, turning his square head back to Poppy, who looked utterly confused.

“ILL CATCH UP!! I’LL RIGHT BACK!!!!!”

The box shouted, already darting down a known hallway behind the stage area. He only new the place from a tour he did with Vee as a prize of the show itself. Boy did he love being smart.

Poppy stood halfway in the aisle, somewhat dumbfounded as a bright red lamp wandered up to her.

“Where’s he off to?”

“I don’t know, probably to the bathroom to masterbate or something”

“Poppy… he doesn’t have genitals… none of us do.”

“Oh ya! Why do i always forget the most important things…”

“It’s probably because of the brain damage.”

“What brain damage?”

Boxten rounded a corner, stopping in front of a huge wooden door with the words “guest room” written across a gold star plate. Once he caught his breath, he stopped for a moment. Should he do this? Should he knock? It was just that that was the greatest performance he had ever seen. He had to complement the man behind it. With a shaking fist, he gently knocked on the door.

Just then, the door slowly creaked open, revealing Glisten himself peaking around the side. “Oh! Can I help you?” He asked, politely smiling down at the small box toon in front of him. God, he was even more beautiful up close…

“Oh I uh-“ The music box muttered, stuttering on his words “ya uh, you don’t really know me… but I was actually in the audience watching your performance, I just wanted to say that it was amazing! It was honestly one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen, uh sorry it that sounds weird… I just needed to complement you on it… it was magic, really.” Boxten said, fidgeting with the end of his bandana, looking up at the graceful mirror in front of him.

At the box’s words, Glisten’s eyes widened, looking at him suprised. Then they softened, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Why thank you, dear.” The mirror said softly, his cheeks glowing slightly more pink than the blush already dashed onto them.

“Oh uh, ya thank you! I- I should be going now actually, I’m really not supposed to be here….. You’re beautiful tho- I MEAN- your performance was beautiful!” Boxten said quickly turning on his heel about to make a clean getaway, when a yellow hand stopped him.

“Hey, wait a sec!” The mirror said from behind Boxten, causing the box to whip his head around to face the taller toon. “ I just realized, I never caught your name, sweetie.”

“OH UH…” Boxten stuttered “it’s Boxten! I’m one of the background toons… although I WISH I was one of the mains…” the box chuckled, Glisten giggling along. “Oh ya, they get WAYYY to many food perks… But I was actually thinking..” the mirror said, leaning against the door frame. “… if you wanted to grab lunch or dinner at together sometime? I always atleast TRY to know everyone-“ Glisten said, hand on his hip and his face a little… nervous?

“Oh! Oh um, YES! Yes… I would- love too!” Boxten said, face red as hell at the fact this beauty of a man wanted to get dinner??? With him???????

“Great! Heres my number Boxy! Call me!” The mirror said, slamming a folded up piece of paper into the boxes arms, giving him a wink before closing the door before Boxten could respond.

Boxten looked at the paper in this hand, then back up at the door. At this point, only one thought could run though his mind…

“OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG-

I’m the luckiest man alive.”

ok Ty for reading this yippppieeeeee👉👈

#boxten x glisten #fanfic #fanfiction #glisten #glisten dandys world #dandys world boxten #boxten #them #i love them #yippie

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sufferu · 27 days ago

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I read through chewtoy if and my heart just melted. It's just so cute, specially the lap pillow scene. Emilia's heart probably breaks at this little chunky cat making such sad little sounds. And the whole Subaru not being scared of dog Reinhard fits so well too. Absolute cinema. Reminds me of that one fan art with Subaru as a cat and everyone's paws holding him up.

On another note, regarding no Julimilia in no refunds. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, as a certified Julimilia hater lmao.

Also this might be a case of reading comprehension devil getting me, or language barrier, but why the title No Refunds?

And as for writing fanfic, I've been writing notes about a btz au where Subaru kinda loses it and decides he wants to join the witch cult. Not for revenge, but because they're probably his safest bet at finding either a way back home or true death (Gluttony stealing his memories is the closest he can think of, if he can't go back hopefully a new fresh Subaru can be happy here). It's been pretty fun, but actually writing dialogue and stuff sounds kinda too much lol.

Chewtoy IF is so cute lol. Been considering a bit of a modified version of that for a crack fluff fic recently actually, where instead of everyone being an animal hybrid Subaru just turns into a small puppy or kitten whenever his emotional state gets a little too turbulent lmao. Emilia loves her new furry little friend :3 Also Julius really loves small animals and that leads to some really funny hijinks.

I chose the title No Refunds because the actual react fic refers to the whole reaction incident as a bit of a circus act, “Tickets On Sale Now!!!” and everything. So I thought a sequel title like that would be kinda cute and funny, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way.

I will say: I actually don’t really care about Julimilia as a ship lmao. It’s cute and all, but it’s not all that interesting to me on its own, because it’s so cozy that I tend to find it a little boring — and also I usually REALLY don’t imagine Julius as seriously romantically entangled with women, just in general. Even his thing with Anastasia kind of peaks when it’s a “she likes ‘em a little too pretty for her own good” sort of situation to me lmao. And that’s not even getting into the fact that I usually straight up don’t give a shit about actual romantic shipping and stuff, it’s really not my genre.

The reason why I’m including it in Back To Zero is that it fulfills several very specific narrative functions in a manner that basically nothing else would really be capable of, in terms of character development, plot development, adherence to the actual core premise, and the surrounding meta that the story is in part a commentary about. These basic functions would be completely out of place within…basically any other fanfic I might write, lol. BTZ is a very specific story with very specific ingredients. As such, I guess you can probably rest assured that this is almost certainly going to be my only Julimilia story. (It’s certainly not going to be a thing in Dogshow: that would be completely out of left field lmao—)

I’m glad to hear that you’ve been so inspired! I hope that you actually manage to make it into a fic that I can read myself lmao, but if you don’t want to then it’s not that big a deal lol. Subaru joining the Witch Cult over this — isn’t something that I would write, probably, but that just means there’s an opening for someone else to do it, so full speed ahead! (And…I’ve seen a couple comments on my current fic that suggest that such a premise is exactly what some readers are hoping for, so. ;) )

#chewtoy if #now that’s what i call a dogshow #back to zero if #julimilia #meta #my inbox #me tag

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m-jelly · 5 months ago

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The Crow's Song - Chapter 3

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

In this chapter: Levi meets your ex and protects you. You and Kuchel have a heart-to-heart while Levi confesses his feelings. A grand ball takes place where many things are revealed and happen.

Mentions of nudity in this one.

Part 4

Ao3

The carriage rocked slowly towards its destination. Soft fabrics lined the carriage, the seats were cushioned and big enough to sleep on if needed. A delicate smell of citrus hung in the air to soothe the Prince. Summer was getting closer, so the window was open just by a bit. It was nice that things were getting warmer and you could wear your lighter clothes, which would tempt Levi a lot.

As you sat on one side Levi was on the other with a slight pout, his reason was a mix of you not sitting next to him and he was being made to socialise. He tried pouting and huffing as much as possible so you would pay attention to him, but you just enjoyed yourself and relaxed in your seat.

You smiled at him. “You know, if you want to sit next to me you can just sit over here.” You got up and leaned over him. “Or do you want me to sit on your lap?”

He eyed you. “I ah…umm.”

You squeaked when the carriage went over something causing you to fall forward. You fell against Levi and gasped. “Guess it’s this.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “I like this.” He tangled his fingers in your hair and lifted your head. “You are so beautiful.”

You smiled. “Thank you for noticing.” You shifted and sat on his lap. “You know, you’re handsome from any angle, it’s impressive.”

“Thanks.” He sighed. “I don’t want to do this today.”

“Mm, but you are going to because I’ve said so.”

He sighed. “You’re right.” He pulled a face as he thought. “So, uh…why am I socialising?”

You played with his hair. “Because it’s good for you. As a Prince, you need to get your face out there and seem approachable. Also, spending time with your friends is good for you.”

“I…” He huffed. “Okay. Do I get a reward?”

You cupped his face. “Yes. You get to pick the reward.”

He hummed when you nuzzled your nose against his. “I would like tea.”

“Tea?”

He nodded. “A nice tea party for me and you.”

You rubbed his chest and knew he was flirting a bit. “Alright, that’s a promise.”

“Really?”

You kissed his temple. “Really?”

He cleared his throat. “I ah…I intend for it to be a da-.” He winced when the door opened. “Tch, shit.”

You stood up and smiled at the carriage driver. “Thank you.” You climbed out before turning to Levi. “Ready?”

Levi climbed out of the carriage and huffed. “I suppose so.”

You giggled. “You’re cute like this.”

“Tch, thanks.” He blushed a little. “So, it’s a gathering of people?”

You nodded as you floated along. “A few nobles have gathered, along with a few magic users as well. Don’t worry, I made sure that Duke Erwin Smith has been invited, I know you two are dear friends.”

Levi smiled softly. “He’s a good friend. Any Kings?”

“Nope, but I do believe there might be another Prince here.” You patted his back. “Just focus on the Duke, okay?” You landed on your feet. “He’s a great friend and a great asset to this country. Plus, he looks after some land that would be pretty good for a lot of things.”

He paused in front of the double doors that had been opened for the two of you. “You know, you’re incredibly smart and cunning.”

“I’m good at my job, Levi. I want to help, so I have to educate myself.” You frowned. “Actually, I think we should visit the Duke’s land as there is a unique plant there that grows happily in wet weather. I think it would be useful to study it as you do have marsh-like land. The people in that small area struggle with producing food.”

Levi smiled a little. “I have heard about this plant. I think it’ll do us good to learn a lot more. I think Erwin is interested in a mine I own. There’s a lot of salt in it and crystals our magic users have no use for. So, it’ll be good to hand that over as payment.” He shook his head. “Whatever would I do without you?”

“Probably have more nosebleeds.”

“Yes.”

You pushed your breasts together. “Also, have bad views cause you get to see amazing knockers every day.”

He stared at your chest. “They are impressive.”

You laughed. “I like this honesty.”

“It’s this new thing I’m trying. I’m being honest with how I feel.”

“It’s good.” You walked inside with him and felt your stomach drop. “Ah, fuck me.”

Levi felt his heart skip a beat. “Sorry?”

You turned to face him as you groaned. “That man with the pale skin, shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes?”

Levi’s eyes scanned the room and landed on the man you were referring to. “I see him. Vance Noir, right?”

You groaned. “My ex I mentioned to you before. The one who’s possessive of me and a pain in the fucking ass.”

Levi eyed the man and started a bit of comparison, he was wondering if he was like that man or if he was better. He was hoping you would adore him and not even consider Vance anymore. Levi knew of Vance and his downward spiral into this greedy possessive thing that seemed to be so consumed by his power, that he’d physically changed. Levi could tell he was an attention whore because the people around him were overly praising him and he lapped it up.

Levi placed his hand on your back. “Let’s go get a drink and socialise with Erwin.”

You smiled sweetly. “Sounds like a great plan.”

He guided you across the room and saw Vance was eyeing you, it seemed like he knew very well when you entered the room and had been watching you the whole time and trying to see if being surrounded by women would grab your attention. It was clear Vance didn’t know you at all.

“What a dick,” Levi muttered under his breath.

You glanced over at Levi. “You can say that again.” You winked at him before approaching the Duke. “Duke Erwin, lovely to meet you.”

Erwin turned and faced you and Levi. “Why, hello.” He softly said your name and kissed the back of your hand. “Lovely to see you again.”

Levi growled a bit. “You’ve met?”

“Indeed, we’ve discussed a few things before and she’s worked in my area of the country before she worked for you.”

You took a glass with a nice drink. “Thank you.” You cuddled up to Levi a little. “I was talking to Levi and we were wondering if we could go to your land to talk about some plants and seeds that are good in wet climates.”

Erwin smiled. “I’d love that.” He hummed a laugh. “It’d be good to have you around. You work so much that you barely have time to socialise. You do know that we can work and socialise at the same time.”

Levi huffed a bit. “You’re right…I think a few day's trip would be good.” He offered his hand. “I think we have a deal.”

Erwin shook his hand. “Fantastic.”

“Your Highness, Prince Levi.” Vance walked closer with a grin on his face. “Lovely to meet you finally.”

Levi’s eye twitched a little. “Lord Noir, I believe this is the first time we’ve met. I’m surprised you’re here actually, you are normally joined to the hip of King Rowen.”

“I had time.” He eyed you and said your name. “You’ve changed a bit. You’ve gotten more stunning. I did not think that was possible.” He offered his hand to you.

Levi handed Vance a drink to stop him from touching you. “She’s divine and always been divine.”

“Indeed.” He gripped the glass tightly. “May I ask why you two arrived together?”

“She works for me.” Levi put his arm around you. “She’s incredibly valuable to the Ackermans and has made a massive difference already.” He gulped and looked down at you. “She’s everything to me.”

Your eyes sparkled with pure joy. “Thank you, Levi. That means a lot.”

Vance gritted his teeth a moment. “You rejected my offer to work for the King and yet you’re working for him?”

You frowned. “Well, that’s because the Ackermans are nice. Plus, the reason for the job touched my heart.” You lightly touched your chest. “It was something I wanted to help with.”

He downed his drink and said your name. “Can we talk?”

You frowned. “Talk? We’ve already talked.”

“I need to talk to you.”

Levi stood between you and Vance. “Whatever you have to say you can say it to me.”

“Fine.” He held his head high. “I believe this job is below you. You should be working for my King. You should be in King Rowen’s kingdom.”

“Who the hell do you think you are to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do?” He moved closer to Vance. “She’s her own person and she has told you what she’s doing, why she’s doing it and you have no right to tell her how to live her life.”

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Levi snorted. “You don’t know her.” He turned to you and said your name. “What do you want? What would you like to do?”

You hummed as all three men stared at you. “Well, I would like to drink my champagne, go have something big to eat and then return home.”

Levi’s shoulders dropped. “Home?”

Vance smirked. “Home.”

Erwin smiled at you. “Where’s home for you?”

You sipped your drink. “Mm? Oh, it’s in the kingdom of Paradis. You know, at the Ackerman palace. I thought that was obvious.”

Levi’s eyes widened in delight. “Your home…is…”

“With you.” You hummed a laugh and patted his cheek. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get something to eat.” You fixed Levi’s cravat. “I’ll be back later.”

Erwin cleared his throat. “Actually, I think the three of us have work to discuss, so a meal together is needed.” He gave Vance a fake smile. “Excuse us, but this is business with Paradis.”

Vance called your name. “There is a ball in two days to celebrate Countess Layla Newhart’s birthday, I’m assuming you’ve been invited.”

You nodded. “Indeed, the prince has been invited. He will be attending.”

Levi huffed. “I will and you’re coming with.”

Vance grabbed your hand before Levi could block him. “I would be honoured if you were my date.”

You pulled from hand from his touch. “I’m sorry, but I will be going with the Prince as his aid.”

Vance glared at Levi. “Your Highness, surely you don’t need your witch to assist you at a party.”

Levi placed his arm around you. “Who are you to say who and who I don’t require?”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“But you did.” Levi pulled you along. “Come, we have negotiations to discuss.”

Vance watched you leave and felt his rage prickle away at him. “Damn it.”

You floated down the hall on your day off reading a magical book that could aid you in your spells. You came to a stop when you heard your name called. You lowered your book to see the Prince gazing at you and dressed in one of his nicest outfits. “Levi, how may I help you?”

“Tea.” His blush deepened on his cheeks. “Now.”

You landed on your feet. “Tea?”

He shoved some flowers into your chest. “You and me. Tea.”

You gasped in delight. “Oh! I promised you I’d have tea with you.” You hugged the flowers and hummed a laugh. “I’d love to. Is it now?”

“Y-Yes.”

You hummed and looked down at yourself. “I should change into something nicer.”

“O-Okay. Mm…the garden gazebo.”

“I’ll meet you there.” You waved to him and flew all the way to your massive room.

The room Levi had given you since he declared you could never leave was clearly the room for his bride. It was beautifully decorated and had a large balcony and a door that connected you to Levi’s room. The closet was full of your dresses and dresses Levi and his family had gifted you. They even wanted to give you a maid, but you declined because you could use magic to help you and you worked for them you weren’t the princess.

You wanted to make an effort for Levi and possibly turn this into a date. So, with your magic, you wore a long flowing white dress with hints of a very light pink. You gazed at yourself in the mirror and felt flustered at how you appeared, normally you had black or other dark colours so this was your first time showing Levi what you’d look like in a light colour.

You hurried down the halls until you were outside. The gazebo had been set up as if this was a date, which made your heart throb in delight. There was fabric draping in perfect places, wildflowers tied in the right spots and the chairs sat close so it could be intimate. Shadow crows were sitting perched and others were fluttering around which meant Levi was experiencing a lot of emotions.

You smiled sweetly. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Levi shot to his feet and a strong blush spread on his cheeks. “Th-that’s okay. Ah…mm…you look…incredible.”

“Thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to your chair. “This colour is lovely on you.” He took his seat after you sat. “N-Not that I’m saying you don’t look pretty other times. You look fantastic in black. I…”

You reached over and held his hand. “I understand.” You hummed a laugh. “Relax, okay?”

He nodded. “Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He let out a long sigh. “I’m just nervous.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Nervous? Tell me what makes you nervous. I can ease the tension.”

He nibbled the inside of his lip. “You…I…umm…” He went quiet when a maid placed more food and tea on the table. “Thank you.”

She bowed to both of you. “Please, enjoy.”

You smiled sweetly. “We will, thank you so much.” You poured Levi a cup of tea and placed some food on a plate for him. “Now we’re alone, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.”

He gazed at you. “Are you single?”

You smiled. “I am.”

“Are you looking for something?”

You hummed in thought. “I’m not looking because I know it’ll find me.” You poured yourself a cup. “As a witch, I believe in the natural order of things. Things find you, such as love.” You opened your hand and made lights dance above your hand. “The world is a mysterious place.” You gently blew on the lights and sent them towards Levi. “It’s a fun place.”

Levi hummed a laugh as the lights danced over his skin and nuzzled him. “These little things are cute.” He lightly touched one and hummed. “I like how you view things.”

“Sometimes you have to take a step back and look at everything as a whole picture.”

He smiled at you. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

He reached over and played with your hair. “Make me feel so at ease, so happy, so at peace and just so…” He kissed your hair. “I adore you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, no one had ever been this delicate and adoring towards you. This was so different and it made you feel special. For so long you didn’t think you deserved adoration and love, but right now you wanted more from Levi. “Levi?”

He leaned closer and locked eyes with you. “Yes?”

“I also adore you.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Really? Do you mean it?”

“I do.” This time you leaned closer and tilted your head, Levi did the same. “Levi.”

His lips lightly brushed yours sending a jolt of pleasure through the two of you. “I have a confession about today. It’s not just a tea party, this is a da-.”

“Hello, both.” The two of you pulled from each other to see Kuchel standing at the steps of the gazebo looking nervous. “I’m ever so sorry for disturbing you.”

Levi kept a hold of your hand. “It’s okay. Is everything alright?”

She called your name. “May we walk and talk?”

You rose to your feet. “Of course.” You leaned over to Levi and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back, don’t pout too much.”

Levi whined a little. “I won’t pout.”

“You already are.” You giggled as he pouted a little. “Cute.” You kissed his cheek before joining Kuchel. “I’m all yours, your majesty.”

Kuchel walked down the garden path a bit as she thought about what she wanted to say. “You…you look beautiful.” She smiled softly. “Light pink looks good on you.”

“Thank you. You look dazzling as always.”

“You’re too kind to me after how I’ve treated you.” She came to a stop and sat on a bench. “Join me.”

You sat down with her. “Your majesty, I fully understand how you reacted. I can’t imagine what it’s like to see your only son with blood on him, passed out and the woman you hired to care for him covered in blood.”

She gripped her dress. “I suppose you’re right.” She sighed. “Sebastian told me about when he unleashed his power, that the blood is a normal thing. I thought…I was wrong…you care for him and he for you.”

You smiled a little. “The King told me about what he experienced as well to ease me. Seems like this blessing is good, but it is scary to unlock.”

She hummed a laugh. “We have very silly men as lovers.” She saw you flinch. “Oh? You’re not lovers with my son?”

You shook your head. “N-No.”

“Hmm…that boy…” She shook her head. “I should focus.” She reached over and held your hand. “Please forgive me for how I spoke to you and treated you. I was overly emotional and I didn’t take a moment to listen.”

“Levi’s passionate like you.”

“He is.” She giggled before sighing and saying your name. “I’m sorry.”

You gazed at her. “I forgive you.”

“You do?”

You nodded. “I mean, there isn’t really anything to forgive. You were right to react the way you did, but I know you are like Levi and you need to hear this. So, I forgive you.”

She wrapped her arms around you. “Thank you.” She squeezed you as you hugged her back. “I like you, I like you so much and having you as a daughter-in-law would be perfect.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” You pulled back. “I don’t think Levi sees me like that.”

“I do.” The two of you looked up at Levi as he blushed. “Forgive me, but I followed to see if you were okay.”

You whined a little. “Levi.”

He knelt before you and held your hands. “Before my mother came to see you, I wanted to say that today was a date. I have deep feelings for you. I want us to be together. I struggle a lot with my emotions, but you helped me see and feel.” He leaned up and paused a moment. “Mother?”

Kuchel pulled back and stood up. “Sorry! Sorry! I was just so excited about you two. I’ll give you space.” She giggled. “So cute.”

Levi looked over at her. “Mother?”

She squeaked. “Sorry!”

He watched her run off before turning to you. “Now then, little witch.”

You hummed a laugh. “Yes, Levi?”

He brought your hands to his lips and began kissing. “As I was saying. I adore you. This adoration is not a simple one, this one is from the heart.” He looked up at you. “I desire you, crave you, need you. I want to be with you. I want to hold you and kiss you every minute of every day.”

Your heart throbbed. “That’s a lot of kisses.”

He chuckled. “It is.” He called your name as he leaned up a little. “My heart and soul belong to you. For the first time in my life, I have experienced an affection that makes me feel unstoppable.”

You felt a rush of excitement. “What is that?”

“Love.”

Your eyes sparkled with joy, your dreams were coming true. “You…you love me?”

“I do.” He smiled at you. “So deeply that it is rather possessive. I will struggle to share you.” He chuckled. “Please forgive me when I act out a little towards other men who approach you.”

You squeezed his hands. “I understand. I’m the same when you are around other women.”

His eyes widened at your words. “Really? So you?”

You nodded. “Levi, I love you too.”

“May I kiss you? I have a strong urge to.”

You threw yourself at Levi causing him to fall back onto his bum. You lay against him, arms around his neck and lips passionately against his. Levi was in shock at first before his brain started processing what was happening. He smiled against your lips, tilted his head, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you over and over. He nipped your lip and pushed his tongue onto your mouth allowing you both to kiss deeply.

You pulled back from Levi’s lips making him whine. “I’m getting you dirty!” You flew up and gasped. “Sorry.” You used your magic to lift Levi into the air. “I’ll clean you.”

Levi chuckled. “It’s okay.” He dropped to his feet and gazed up at you. He reached out to you. “Come to me.”

You floated down into his arms. “Mm.”

“Mine. My precious little witch.”

Levi watched you closely as you walked around the room in your underwear. “Mm.”

You glanced over at him as a maid helped you on a dress. “You’re staring a lot.”

“I’m just admiring your body.” He tilted his head a little. “I’m looking forward to exploring it.”

You glanced at the maid. “Sorry, Maria.”

Maria giggled. “It’s okay. It’s nice to hear the prince get excited for a good woman.” She pulled your dress on and smiled. “You’re good for each other. Though I snapped at you a while ago, I do adore you. You’ve made this palace a better place, which I didn’t think was possible.”

You wrapped your arms around her and held her close. “Mm! So cute.”

Levi growled. “Tch.”

“Ignore him.”

Maria smiled. “You’re both sweet.” She pulled back and helped finish dressing you up. “You look like a goddess, miss.”

You twirled a bit. “Thank you. Light colours look nice on me.”

“I’ll help with your hair and makeup.” She sat you down and started. “Maybe His Highness should get ready for the ball.”

You looked over at Levi. “I would love to see you dressed up.”

Levi shot to his feet. “Anything for you.”

Maria hummed a laugh. “He’s so cute.” She painted your lips and pulled back. “Um.” She softly said your name as she blushed. “I’m ever so sorry for how I was with you. I was out of line. I didn’t understand.”

You made lights dance in the air and drape around her neck to form a necklace. “If you ever need help, or to heal, or protection, please use this necklace.”

She lifted the cold pendant with icy blue liquid inside. “You…” She welled up. “You care for me that much?”

“I never once hated you or felt any irritation towards you. You were doing your job.”

She squeezed the necklace tightly. “Thank you.” She gazed at you. “Allow me to be your assistant.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Are you sure?” You cleared your throat. “S-Sure. I’d like to have a friend like that.”

“Thank you!”

You rose to your feet. “You’re welcome.” You kissed her forehead. “A blessing for you.”

She hugged you. “Thank you again.” She pulled back and gasped. “My lady, you look beautiful! Like a goddess.”

You walked over to the mirror and felt your cheeks burn, you were a vision. You always thought you were pretty, but there was something about this dress that made you just a bit more magical. “This is wonderful.”

“Maybe you’re a goddess born again.”

You thought about the goddess you worshipped and who gifted you with powers and saw a similarity, but it was simply a blessing. “Thank you for the compliment.” You winked at her then left your room. “I’ll get the prince.” You lightly knocked on Levi’s door. “Oh, grumpy kitten?”

Levi flung the doors open. “I am no kitten.”

Your heart raced at seeing him in his princely suit with colours that matched you. The medals he had impressed you, it was clear he was incredibly strong in battle. “Le-Levi.”

He eyed you and smirked a little. “Now it’s my turn to make you the flustered one.” He caressed your cheek. “Do you find me charming and alluring?”

You nodded as you gulped hard. “Y-Yes.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Good.”

You pouted. “That’s not a kiss.” You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly. “That’s a kiss.”

He chuckled at your actions. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

“Nor will I.”

He held your hand, his fingers entwined with yours. “Now, let me escort the most beautiful woman in the world to the royal ball.”

You hummed a laugh as you walked with him. “So, what is the reason for this ball? Your parents never told me.”

“Social and work reasons. It’s a perfect opportunity to talk to people and arrange things. It’s a chance for sneaky political arrangements.” He looked down at you. “It’s also a place to make connections and announce things.” He turned and nuzzled your neck. “A place to show off who we love.”

You giggled at how soft he was being. “Mm. You’re right.”

He pulled you along as the doors opened for you both. He held you close when they announced the two of you together. He leaned down and kissed you as everyone gazed at you both. He had just publicly announced your relationship to the whole ball. “Now everyone knows who has my heart; it’s you.”

You grinned at him. “You have mine too.”

He kissed your cheek before leading you to the main hall and over to his parents. “You both approve, right?”

Sebastian grinned. “Of course! The two of you are perfect for each other.” He chuckled. “You have my blessing and approval.” He softly said your name. “Make sure-.”

Levi huffed. “She doesn’t need to be asked to treat me well.”

“I was going to say, make sure he treats you well and if Levi doesn’t tell us.”

Levi’s cheeks burned as he pouted a moment. “Of course, I’ll treat her like a goddess.” He gazed at you with a deep love in his eyes. “She takes so much care of me that I need to shower her with affection.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “You do a wonderful job.”

“I want to do better.”

Kuchel hummed a laugh. “You two are so cute.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll get us a drink. Wait here.”

You hummed and bowed your head. “Thank you.” You watched him leave before turning to his parents. “It must be odd that the woman you hired to help your son is now romantically involved with him.”

Sebastian laughed. “I mean, we knew it was going to happen when we first met you and saw how he was with you. You’re good for each other.”

Kuchel clasped her hands together. “I can’t wait for the wedding and the sweet babies you’ll have.”

“Darling dove, it’s early days for them.”

She pouted. “But bear.”

He pinched her cheek. “No buts, my darling dove. Give them time.”

“Your majesties? A word? I want to discuss the monsters in the northern pass.” A man with a large scar over his nose bowed. “I am sorry to both you and the future princess.”

You smiled. “I’ll excuse myself. I’ll locate the prince.” You bowed to the King and Queen. “I will see you later.” You parted ways from the pair with a friendly wave. You could sense Levi’s presence and he didn’t seem like he was in too much trouble, but you could sense he was being made to socialise.

“Hey!” A woman in a puffy pink ball gown with bows, blonde bouncy hair with curls wearing white gloves holding a fan and a glass glared at you. “Get out of my territory.”

You knew exactly what this woman was about, why she was here and why her dress was so ridiculous. What you were looking at was a love rival, in her mind, but to you, she wasn’t a rival at all because Levi loved and desired you. It was almost comical how she thought she could compete with you. You had a lot of confidence in your looks and body, even more so that it made Levi very horny.

She frowned when you looked around on the floor. “What in the world are you doing?”

“I was looking for a line on the floor because you said I was in your territory, but I don’t see one.” You gasped and smirked. “Oh, that’s because we’re in King Sebastian and Queen Kuchel’s land, not yours and I’m pretty sure this is their palace.”

She blushed as her friends giggled. She stomped her foot as she pouted. “You know what I meant!”

You smiled at her. “Actually, I don’t have the foggiest idea. I have no idea who you are.”

She held her head high. “Lady Tasha Copperlarke.”

You gave her a deadpan stare. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know you?”

“I know you’re just pretending!” She closed her fan. “Everyone knows me. I hold a high standing in society. I know very well that Prin-.” She glared when you yawned and looked bored. “How dare you yawn!”

You hummed a little bit as you felt tired. “I didn’t mean to be rude, but the prince has drained me of energy. Levi has a strong desire and need for my attention. I have a lot of power, but it was hard to keep him full.” You giggled. “Gods and goddesses help me when other things happen.” You smirked as her friends giggled. “Now, excuse me but I have to find the prince as he gets a little upset when I’m not around.”

She gritted her teeth. “How…you!” She stormed after you. “Hey!” She gripped her fan. “I’m not done talking! Face me now!” She kept chasing you. “Witch whore! I’m talking to you! You…you…trash!”

You turned to her making her come to a sudden stop. “Are you a child?”

She went red. “Sorry?”

“I said, are you a child?”

“No!”

You tilted your head a little. “Then why do you act like one? When someone doesn’t act the way you want them to you act like a toddler throwing out all their toys.” You sighed. “I’m all for fighting for what is yours and standing up to people, but your reason for this is because of your childish selfish desires.” You held your head high and gave her a warning look. “You claim the prince to be yours, but he isn’t even aware of you. If you so desperately desire him, you would have been a couple already. I won’t warn you like most other people to stay away from him because I am incredibly confident in our feelings for each other. Do as you wish, just don’t hurt him.”

Tasha gripped her cup tightly and began shaking with rage. She felt humiliated by you, you a mere witch. It enraged her that it took just a small meeting to ruin her pride. She needed to teach you a lesson. She had to put you in your place. She looked into her glass at her red wine and knew this would ruin your dress. She charged towards you and threw her drink.

Gasps filled the room. She thought she’d won, but instead, she’d made a grave error. Right as she was about to throw her drink at you Levi had stepped in the way after seeing the exchanges between the two of you. Even though it was just wine, he still needed to protect you. Wine could wash out of his clothes, he could take the stares and whispers that came from this. Levi didn’t want you to suffer at the hands of gossip if the wine got on you.

Tasha dropped her glass causing it to shatter on the floor. “Your Highness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Tears filled her eyes as she began to shake. “I…I…”

You walked over to Levi. “You tripped on your dress, right? I saw it. It’s a rather long dress, so it happens.”

“Wh-what.”

Levi lowered his voice. “Take her excuse. She’s saving you socially.”

She bowed deeply. “Y-Yes. I tripped.”

You summoned a hankie and began wiping Levi’s face. “Those long dresses are deadly.”

Levi hummed. “It appears so. You may leave, but one last thing.” He gave her his death glare. “You’re lucky my lover is so kind.”

Tasha flinched at his glare before looking over at you and wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “Yes, your Highness.”

You turned Levi’s head so he was looking at you again. “Eyes on me, Mr. Your gaze belongs to me and me alone.”

Levi smiled at your words. “Forgive me.”

You giggled as he leaned into your touch. “Now then, handsome, we need to get you changed.”

“Was this your ploy to get me shirtless?”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “What if I said yes?” You glanced back at him to see he was blushing. “Cute.”

He let out a long sigh. “The things you do to me.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Yes.”

You pulled him to his room and left him to stand in the middle of it. “I’ll get the bath going.”

He hummed. “Thanks. We don’t need to return to the party.”

“Are you sure?”

He started removing his clothes as he spoke to you. “Mm, I’ve done a lot of talking while I was getting drinks. Plus, a lot of people saw what happened, so most will assume we won’t return. We’ve been insulted.”

You finished up in the bathroom and walked back into Levi’s room. “I believe we reacted well.”

Levi turned to you, his body glistening in the moon and candlelight. His pecs were plump and bistable, his abs soft and squishable, and a few scars dotted his perfect skin. The V above his trouser line was defined and commanded your attention. A delicious treasure trail of black hair enticed and beckoned you to go lower and discover what was hidden under his trousers. Some veins popped in his arms as he flexed a little, but it was the ones that stood out on his hands that aroused you. Your eyes were drawn to his hands as he clenched them while he talked about business.

Levi stopped talking and called your name. “Did you hear me?”

You stared at him as your heart throbbed in your chest. “I’ll be honest. No. I was very distracted.” You walked closer to him. “Fuck me, Levi, you have an incredible body.”

He reached over and held your chin lightly. “Is it to your liking?”

You gulped hard. “Very much.”

He kissed you and hummed in delight. “I’m glad. Maybe you should join me for a bath.”

You started pulling at your dress. “Maybe I should.” You smiled at him as your dress dropped to the floor. “Am I to your liking?”

Levi stepped back and gazed at you in your corset and underwear. “Fuuuuck.”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“You have to secretly be a goddess with a body like this.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s quite the compliment.”

He picked you up making you squeak. “Bath.” He carried you to the bathroom. The bath itself was a deep pool one, it was just perfect to soak in. “Ready?”

You slipped out of his arms. “Yes, my handsome man.”

He pulled the ties on your corset to help you before pulling the last of his things off. He hoped that his member was to your liking also. He gazed at you as you pulled everything off and was naked before him, you truly were a vision. “So stunning.”

You looked over at him. “Thank you. I am a bit shy about my naked body, but you have given me my normal confidence back.” You took him all him. His thick thighs were pure perfection and showed off his power, but what truly grabbed your attention was his length. It was thick and beautiful. “My goodness.”

Levi glanced down at himself. “So?” He looked back up to you. “I ask again. Is it to your liking?”

You cupped his face and pressed your naked body against his. “Very much. It was as if you were designed by god.” You lightly kissed him. “I look forward to when we become one.” You pulled back and descended into the bath. “Mm. Just what I needed.”

Levi hurried down into the water. “It’s relaxing.” He grabbed you and pulled you over to him. “No escaping me. You’re staying right with me.” He nuzzled your neck. “I’m also looking forward to when we become one.”

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Author’s notes - the witch and the widow chapter 5

Ayo, here’s another round of these caus I’ve gotta indulge myself.

Same as last time there’s some way juicier things this chapter I’d ideally by noting on, but I’ll leave them til they’re made a bit more explicit.

So to start off we got something sentimental and fun:

In amongst all of the metal is a porcelain black bird, back straight and beak open to the sky.

‘You can’t take that, that’s one of the Lady’s favourites. Do you know what it is for?’

‘For looking pretty?’

‘It does more than look pretty; if you give it back to me I can show you, we can make something lovely together.’

This guy is one of these guys, from the search engine it seems a lot of these say made in england but IDK how further afield they got. Surprise surprise this is some mother complex thing I guess, she has a couple of these and I have a lot of memories of her putting them in her various pies she baked when I was growing up. I really like my nik-naks and goobies and just general bric-a-brac and I’ve always thought these little guys are so cool, and bonus points caus the Eurasian blackbird is one of my favourite birds. In the fic I made it so that this guy not only lets off steam, but acts as a whistle of sorts and imitates bird song as the pie is cooking.

I think the contraption itself is in reference to an old nursery rhyme, which my mum would also sing when she’d be dishing out the pies.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened The birds began to sing— Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?

The king was in the counting-house Counting out his money, The queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey,

The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes. Along came a blackbird And snipped off her nose.

This little youtube video has some interesting theories on the possible origins of the rhyme

“…saying to put someone's nose out of joint conveys the idea of offending or upsetting someone; often by acquiring something they desired for themselves. this idiom was first documented back in 1581 (…)”

All just fits pretty well, dunnit? Is the Lady jealous of the made? Either way, I think Laudna would be a fan of ceramic pie blackbirds.

“Indeed, those are dahlias, I grow them myself.”

Imogen likes how the new word sits on the Lady’s tongue, so close to darling but transmuted into name, like the numerals she planted as flowers around the sundial statue. If Imogen had not carried a briared rose in the same manner of magix maybe she would believe it was the bedside flower that gave her such power.

“They’re really pretty.”

They are, how their dense arrangement of petals are so flawless they look as though constructed by formula, a stone carved garden stair ornament balustrading a descent onto grand grounds, chiselled according to chalk-stringed-marking and papered calculation, an armoury of plate metal pierced into a crimson-pollened baron-

She remembers the silk touch of the delicate petal under the skin of her bare thumb.

More visual notes here on the variety of dahlia I was thinking of, and its colour, and also here are some ornamental outdoor steps that I was inspired by in terms of imagining architectural details that could have in turn been inspired by a similar flower.

Whilst we’re there, here’s a pomander:

“A pomander, from French pomme d'ambre, i.e., apple of amber, is a ball made for perfumes, such as ambergris (hence the name), musk, or civet. The pomander was worn or carried in a case as a protection against infection in times of pestilence or merely as a useful article to modify bad smells.”

and that orange speared with cloves from chapter 4 (we used to get handed these at church during Christmas, and do a similar thing but with an onion when making bread sauce) i think the tops of cloves make for nic little pommel details of heads of maces and blades various that are sunken in:

“One modern style of pomander is made by studding an orange or other fruit with whole dried cloves and letting it cure dry, after which it may last many, many years. This modern pomander serves the functions of perfuming and freshening the air and also of keeping drawers of clothing and linens fresh, pleasant-smelling, and moth-free.”

Shout outs to both of these being from the same wiki page, I actually didn’t know those oranges were called pomanders too, and I’d learnt the French perfume one from a Picture’s fic (read it):

“Imogen licks her teeth, reveals a violet petal plastered over incisor that she shortly removes with a blade-of-dry-grass toothpick, re-places the petal on the flat of her tongue, rolling it around her mouth and swallowing it.

Laudna stares.

"You like the flowers?" she finds herself leaning towards Imogen. Wants to tell her that for years this one was her perfume - pomanders adorned and concealed in tattered layers.

“They’re purple, ‘course I do.” she giggles, resting sat cross-legged with her weight behind her on her palms. Her head rolls towards Laudna, leaves their foreheads almost resting against one another, Laudna able to count each individual eyelash.

Purple, like the deep undertones of her hair. That much Laudna was very aware of.

“I should have guessed that that would be what caught your attention.” She brings her hand up and wraps her bony index finger in a ringlet of Imogen's curls.

“More like your magic, I was thinkin’…” She drawls, tenor lowered and breathy.

“And the taste?”

Imogen visibly swallows, cheeks flushing a further tint than what the sun has already given - it makes Laudna feel overly aware of the networking of her own heart and veins.”

(sorry im a fanboy idk how 2 not get carried away)

Here’s one for the lols. A genuine old phrase for going down on someone with a clit:

“So now you know at least two things-” the Lady meticulously arranges her skirt’s pleats, perched on the edge of the lip of stone pedestalling the statue, unable to sit fully thanks to her outfitting, also unable to sit on her hands, and Imogen really notices now how much she talks with them. “-add to that a wealth on horses so that makes at least three, and you must know yourself, somewhat-”

“Often that’s what I feel like I know the least about.”

“Well, we know you’re partial to diving for pearls…”

We love a witty Laudna. I did have a source for this at some point but you can just search engine it if youre that much of a nerd.

The statue Imogen and Laudna sit under (and Angharad and Imogen fucked against lol) is this one here:

It’s at one of my very favourite places (and in a serendipitous way has followed me), and also its sculptor was around 1790-1866 so it lines up story timing wise, just maybe let’s say this one statue is less aged than the others idk lol seeing as the estate and all of that is definitely not a new build. Also picturing it being marble instead of bronze, and of course on a hip-ish level plynth near the wall.

This causes Imogen to throw her head back with a laugh, bumping it on the elbow of the statue behind them. She attempts to play it off as she stands, rubbing her skull as her other hand falls to her hip as she stands opposite the Lady, slightly taller than her as she sits.

“I think ya might be havin’ trouble tellin’ me apart from the horses, I don’t share their paddocks like that.”

“Only their porridge. How was your trip to Fairfield?”

She acknowledges Imogen massaging her head, settling her chin on her closed fist with a smirk.

“If it pains you so much to recall you do not have to, I shall make note to send someone else in the future-”

“That won’t be necessary, m’lady-”

“You can call me Laudna.”

“Ms. Laudna-”

The Lady - sorry, Ms Laudna, lowers her hand so it can speak again, shakes her head with a smile.

A little note here is that in the first 2 chapters Imogen was referring to the Lady as The Lady Bradbury fairly often, and after that she has taken to just calling her the Lady, whether that’s formalities or Imogen separating Laudna from the family she married into you decide lol, and I am just taken by the idea of bein’ a good polite country girl and still ma’am'ing and Ms’ing Laudna for a while even when Laudna's asking for her to drop the formalities (hm maybe forgetting class aint that simple, or maybe she respects and fears her too).

some pretty surface level notes for now, im gonna be so wanky in these posts when we're further in (sorry not sorry) enjoy xoxo

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descendantsramblings · 4 months ago

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Im gonna join the Morgie Male reader fans and also request something xD

Please consider writing a story where Male reader and Morgie are dating but Morgie is just always talking about Uliana and constantly trying to impress her etc and Reader feels unvalued and like Morgie is actually in love with uliana and not him so drama i guess

I like hurting myself as you can guess 🙂

-emil

Let’s not enjoy that!!!! But no I love some good angst; I’ve got you. You’re always welcome in my inbox sugar 💛

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Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: he/him/his

Summary: just once he wants to feel like he’s not his boyfriend’s second choice

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (depending on where you are ig), Morgie isn't purposely a bad boyfriend he's just stupid. Pet names, Bestie Hades and Hook because the boys gotta stick together

Word Count: 2.3K

His fingertips brush over different silks and starched cottons as he follows his boyfriend around the store, barely paying attention to dress shirts around him. How could he? How could the boy ever focus on the task at hand when all it did was ground his insecurities into his bones? Morgie is taking the lead as he walks through the store, occasionally lifting different button ups to feel them. Ones that seem to pique his interest led to him holding them against his chest, raising a brow to his boyfriend to silently ask his opinion. And (Y/n) does his best to respond, though it comes out more as hums and silent nods than true responses. His heart isn’t in this, he can’t focus on something like this. It is so incredibly obvious that he doesn’t want to be here, and maybe if Morgie would actually look at him instead of through him, the boy might notice. He won’t though, lord knows the sorcerer doesn’t have the time to care. Not when his task at hand is so dire. Uliana’s birthday party is only a week away, how could he think about anything but making sure it’s perfect?

Obviously Morgie can’t look a mess, he just has to be in something new. And the gift has to just be perfect, he has to outshine everyone. Of course he does, he always does. Uliana was the sun in his solar system, and (Y/n) was barely even the tides that the moon was occupied with pulling. How could Morgie ever remember to pull the tides when he was so busy reflecting the light of the sun? How could he dare to wear something the sea witch has seen already when her eighteenth birthday was such a big deal? “Babe, you are being extremely unhelpful right now,” Morgie grumbles the words as he’s putting an honestly kind of atrocious golden silk shirt down. He’s turning away from his lover, venturing even further into the store. “Sorry, I’m just kind of tired. Didn’t sleep well,” his voice is far off to the sorcerer though, the boy too wrapped up in his own world to pay attention to a word that falls off of his fellow villain’s lips. “Once we find the right shirt we can go.” (Y/n) sighs, giving the boy a curt nod that he doesn’t even see. They’d been out shopping for four hours now, the bags in his arms were surely going to cut off his circulation soon and Morgie was still just as tuned into what he was doing as he was when they left the dorms.

They were supposed to see that new Nightmare on Elm Street sequel that (Y/n) had been dying to see, but now there would only be one showing left until the mall closed and it started in twenty minutes. He guesses he can kiss that plan goodbye, why would what he wants matter when Uliana was in the frame. He always fell behind her in Morgie’s priority list, he should have known that. Why would he dare to ask his boyfriend out this soon to Uliana’s “most important birthday yet”? He should have known better. The early weeks of November always took to Morgie being far more engrossed in his friend than his partner, he should have known better.

“Babe, can you please at least give me a color option? I’m drowning in options here!” He spares (Y/n) a look over his shoulder as he speaks, reaching back to grab his boyfriend’s hand to keep him behind him. “Go green, Uliana wears some green too,” the snarky tone has Morgie’s brows furrowing. If he looked back he’d see the way that he was shaking his head as he talked, sass falling off of every word. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, let’s just find you a shirt, Morgz.”

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If the crew of the Jolly Roger would be known for nothing else, they would still go down in history for the parties they threw during their time at Merlin Academy. So of course, they would be the true hosts of Uliana’s birthday party, and it was set to be a rager based on that alone. Of course, every villain party was known to be a good one. Obviously the group known for breaking rules and dark magic would have a reputation of throwing good parties. But a pirate party? Those could go on all night, with just about every liquor you could think of. And though no one ever saw them bring a blender in, there would be daiquiris and piña coladas flowing all night just so they could convince you that rum was good. Surely once he was a few daiquiris deep Hook would be sliding a shot of rum into his hand with the false promise that he’ll like it this time. Though he’s yet to actually like it.

He might need it tonight though, considering that in the hour that they’ve been here Morgie has spoken to him twice. He’s too busy being Uliana’s dog, running around and doing whatever the sea witch asks of him. So (Y/n) has occupied himself with leaning on a wall, squinting as the blue and green lights are far too bright compared to their normal tones. He barely notices that someone has idled up beside him until there's a solo cup of what he’s pretty sure is a mango daiquiri under his nose. “You look like you need this,” Hades’ gruff voice rings out beside him, the soft sound of metal spikes against the wall accompanying it. He reaches out and nearly snatches it, sipping the drink and giving it a hum of approval. Definitely mango, god bless Hook for that one. “I might just love you, you know that?” He leans his shoulder against the god’s with a smile, sparing him a glance. “Yeah, someone has to take care of you. Shouldn’t your little boyfriend be getting you drinks?” He glances around, shaking the other villain off of him to instead slide an arm around him, “Or at least be near you? Where is he?”

A sound that Hades thinks is supposed to be a laugh slips out of the other boy’s lips, the boy seeming to snuggle into the god’s side. “Oh you haven’t heard? It’s his wife’s birthday. It would be wrong of him to act like he cares about the side piece on such an important day.” As (Y/n) finishes the statement he nods aggressively towards where Uliana is sipping on a piña colada on a make-shift throne. She’s glowing, talking to Maleficent and Morgie about god knows what with a tiara sitting on her head. At least she’s having a good time with Morgie’s attention, no one else seemed to be getting any of it this week. “Oh ouch,” Hades forces out a fake hiss as he taps the other villain’s hip with his own, “Calling yourself the side piece?”

“Yeah well,” he shrugs, tearing his eyes away from the green silk shirt and carefully styled hair across the room, “That’s what it feels like.” Hades shakes his head, letting his hand slide up and down his friend’s bicep, “Now, you know that’s not true.” “Yet.” The singular word earns his arm a squeeze and gains him a verbal scoff from his friend. “Morgie’s little snake heart beats for you. He’s an idiot, but he does love you, you’ve gotta know that.” (Y/n) bites his lip, sliding out from under Hades’ arm. “Shouldn’t Hook have tried to force a shot of rum down my throat by now? Where is he at?” He’s walking away as Hades watches him with a disappointed face. He did know that Morgie loves him, didn’t he? Hades needs to keep an eye on him.

Hook is at the make-shift bar in the back of the hide out when the other villain finds him, pouring two shots in the comical little solo cup shot glasses that he keeps handy for nights like this. “Where have you been? It’s not a villain party if I don’t take a shot with you before I sneak out.” He smirks, slipping one of the two shot glasses into his friend’s hand before lifting his own. “How did you get Morgie to agree to leave this early?” At the mention of his boyfriend’s name, (Y/n) slams the bottom of the shot glass in their hand against the table before them, quickly throwing the rum back before he can process so much as the taste. A strong sip from his daiquiri follows it, sliding the shot glass across the table. “Another, Cap.” It makes thick brows burrow, grabbing the rum nonetheless as he stares at him. “Finally finding a taste for it, eh?” The boy shakes his head, “I just need it. I’d like to be able to sleep when I finally hit my dorm, easier if my mind is swimming.”

It makes the pirate beside him frown, sliding another shot to him, “That’s a lot of alcohol compared to what you normally go for, Lad. Morgie is walking you home, right?” It draws a bitter laugh out of the slightly tipsy villain, “No it’s his wife’s birthday. He’s far too busy for me.” As Hook opens his mouth to argue, Hades comes up behind (Y/n), his hands sliding onto the boy’s shoulders. “I’ll walk you home, idiot. As long as the daiquiri stays here.” It elicits a whine from the villain in his grip, (Y/n) leaning his head back to pout at him, “No fair. You gave it to me.” And Hades scoffs, “Yeah, to drink here. You’re not drinking on our walk back to yours.” Hook wants to argue that his friends shouldn’t leave yet, but something about (Y/n) simply isn’t right. Of course, there was always a bitter air around the topic of Morgie and Uliana but this level was new. He didn’t normally act like this, and if he was this set on getting drunk over it, the boy needed to go home. So instead of arguing, he raises his shot glass to (Y/n). The two villains knocking the little glasses against each other. “Down the hatch, Darling,” he smirks, watching the way that his friend raises his brows with his own shot. And they knock them back, the same way they had at every party the group had ever thrown.

Of course, normally Hook didn’t take (Y/n)’s drink so it “didn’t go to waste” right after. The boy wishing Hook a good night before double checking that the god behind him truly didn’t mind walking him home. Something that the villain was sure he could do alone but there was no way that Hades or Hook would allow that, not when the boy was like this. So Hades promises Hook that he’ll be right back and wraps a hand around (Y/n)’s shoulders to drag him out of the party and back into the chilly November air.

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(Y/n) knew his limits well enough, he was lucky for that. The second he hit the pillow he was asleep, and now he was awake without even the ghost of a hangover looming over him. Not that he wanted to be awake, he would much rather spend his Sunday wasting the day away in his bed. But how was he meant to sleep with that incessant knocking at his door? So with a begrudging whine and stiff joints, the boy finds himself swinging his legs over the side of his bed. The knocking only seems to grow louder and more urgent as he makes his way over to the door. “I’m coming, god!” A hand reaches out to snatch the door handle, basically ripping it open. Morgie le Fay all but tumbles into his room with the motion, center of gravity being thrown off as the wood he was leaning on is ripped from him. And he looks worse for wear, sweat dampened neck and dark bags under his squinted eyes.

“What?” He recoils at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice as if it bit him, a pout crossing over chapped lips. “Can you quiet down? My head is killing me.” (Y/n) rolls his eyes, scoffing as he goes to close his door. “Then go home.” A foot is thrown in the path of the door, stopping him from closing his boyfriend out. “I woke up after a party without you.” There’s this odd sense of disappointment hanging off of his words, eyes seeming to pout more than his lips already did. “Yeah, I’d assume so. I left hours before you did.” Morgie pushes his way into the room at that, softly closing the door behind him. “You did?” “Yeah,” there’s a scoff dripping off his lips as he makes his way back to his bed, “Which you would have noticed if you gave me so much as a minute of thought this past week.” Morgie frowns, leaning against the door with his arms crossing over his chest, “You didn’t walk home alone, did you? You should’ve come and got me. I don’t want you to walk around at night like that.”

“No, Hades walked me home.” Morgie nods, looking over at the boy curling up in his bed. (Y/n) obviously trying to make himself smaller as he attempts to talk about his feelings. As if he was doing something wrong. “So why did you ask Hades instead of your boyfriend?” He cuts Morgie a look, rolling his eyes, “I didn’t ask Hades, he just knows me well enough to know when something is wrong.” Morgie raises his brows, “And I don’t know you? I know you, I can tell when something is wrong.” It earns him a laugh, a twisted and broken one that makes his skin crawl. “You do, do you? Okay, then why did we originally go to the mall last Saturday?” And his stomach falls with his confidence. How was Morgie ever meant to come back from this one?

@an-absolute-waste-of-space

#descendants #descendants rise of red #descendants imagines #descendants fanfiction #descendants x reader #morgie le fay #morgie x reader #morgie le fay x reader

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featheredenby · 8 days ago

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Being Yourself Again

✨Once again I don’t know what to put here so yeah, tomorrow the epilogue comes out! I’m also working on doing newer versions of each characters’ design.✨

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 1,487

Part Seventeen of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Hermitcraft/The Life Series/Empires SMP

Read On Ao3

Pearl wakes up after having been magically knocked out and feels that something is missing, she feels the best she has recently but still something’s not right. She opens her eyes, she’s in a cell. It’s a nice one, but it’s a cell nonetheless. Sitting outside is Gem. Why is her roommate there? On top of that, why is she even in a cell?

Gem lifts her head, she looks half asleep, “Hi Pearl… what do you remember?”

“About what?”

“About your time as the villain the Red Witch.”

“I- I… I don’t really remember things… I know that I used to have some sort of power… but I don’t remember ever using it.” Pearl looks down at herself and sees that her moth features are on display. “That is… except for hiding my mutant traits.”

Gem nods, “You- you did a lot of bad stuff… including but not limited to making a mushroom spell which possessed Cuteguy, injuring multiple people while running around with the Red King and Red Hand, and taking over the city with mushrooms.”

“Huh…”

“Yeah, it was not fun.” She sighs, “Shelby ended up using a very large spell to knock you out, destroy the mushroom possessing Cuteguy, and kill the mushrooms that had sprouted around the city.” Gem stands up and walks over to the glass between the two of them. “Whatever so-called magic you were using corrupted you. Given the fact that you can’t remember any of it I’m gonna guess that it sort of became its own… thing. I’m going to let you go free and help you get your memories back but you have to promise not to do something like that again.”

Pearl nods, “I promise.”

“Good.” Gem swipes a key card and the door to the cell opens. “And just to make sure,” she snaps her fingers and in a flash of purple a bubble with swirling red particles contained in it appears in her hand, “This is your magic. As I said, at this point it’s almost its own entity. I'm going to destroy it. I’ve done stuff like this before, so I can confidently say you’ll be fine. I’m also going to help you get your memories back. Sound good?”

Pearl nods and stands up, “What’s gonna happen with the heroes and stuff though?”

“I’ve appointed myself the new director of the GFHA!” Gem says happily, “We’re gonna turn the building into a museum about heroes, vigilantes, and villains. Plus Joel and Grian are gonna do all of the news reports, if I can convince them to do it that is… and Lizzie’s going to be the legal advisor!”

“Sounds like a good plan. Also, what about jobs for the people who were working as heroes?”

“They’re being hired to work at the museum once it’s built and specifically Katherine is helping recreate the various costumes.”

“Gem… are you going to reveal people’s identities?”

“Only the heroes and vigilantes, even then it’s up to them.”

Pearl nods, “Good.”

Grian’s himself again, he opens his eyes in a choice to stop floating in the void of sleep. He twists his head around and sees Scar peacefully resting next to him, they’re in a decently sized room that a few other people are scattered around. Simply to check if he still has his powers after the possession. He closes his eyes and opens his incorporeal ones. He decides to look around some.

The first thing that he looks for is something to tell him where they are. Soon he sees that they are in fact in the basement of the GFHA headquarters. Outside of it a few vigilantes and heroes are cleaning up giant mushrooms and helping civilians to the building to get first aid and other medical care. Grian decides to check the building’s cells, no one is in them. So Ren and Martyn must have escaped, but then what happened to them and the other villains that run around the cities. It doesn’t make sense.

Someone taps Grian’s shoulder and he’s pulled back to his body, he looks up and sees the Mayor holding a bowl of stew. “I’m making stew for everyone here!” She happily declares, “I’m also revealing my identity to everyone here, or well on this level of the building. Only other people with alter egos are down here.”

Grian nods slowly, “How exactly does that work?” He takes his bowl of stew, “You don’t wear a mask.”

“Not while I’m a vigilante but while I’m a civilian I do.” She pulls a mask out of her bag and puts it on, “Ta da! It is I, the one and only Lizzie!”

“I can’t even find it in me to be surprised at this point. Scar’s a hero, Cleo’s a vigilante, Ren and Martyn are villains, and I’m somehow two vigilantes and a world famous pop star.”

“Really? Which one?” Lizzie puts her mask away and pulls out her phone, “I want to find your music profile.”

Grian sighs, “Do I have to tell you right now?”

“Yes. I must see which of us makes better music.”

“Ariana Griande. Also since when do you make music?”

“Since a while ago, also Ariana Goate is better than you.”

“We’re siblings, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“No. Anyways, I have to keep handing out stew.” With that the cat mutant walks away and back to a stove. Grian goes back to looking around.

He looks closer at the people helping outside and sees that he was wrong about all of them being vigilantes and heroes because he realizes that Ren and Martyn are helping to clean up the mess and still half dressed in their costumes. He chooses to temporarily ignore this fact and look at the people in the room with him. There’s not many people but the few he knows.

First his eyes catch the fact that in one of the corners Shelby is seemingly having a conversation with a small cluster of mushrooms in a jar. It’s not the weirdest thing he’s ever seen but it is pushing it. Then he looks at the five other people in the room, not including himself and Scar. Lizzie is no longer making stew but instead trying to get Cleo to let her help them reattach their left arm. Jimmy is pacing back and forth while looking at a piece of paper in his hands. Then Grian sees the last two people in the room.

Sitting in the corner, having a perfectly normal conversation are Gem and the Red Witch, who has her hood down and mask off and is very clearly his other sister. Pearl. He doesn’t know how to feel about this. The person who’s been the bane of his existence and given him so many issues to deal with, his own family member. One again someone taps him which stops him from spiraling for the time being.

Grian looks to his side and sees Scar smiling at him. Before either of them can say anything, Grian simply hugs Scar. He doesn’t know what else to do, so many things have happened to the two of them in and out of costume and despite not truly knowing it they dealt with it together. Scar hugs him back, “Hi there G.”

He pulls back from the hug to look at Scar in the eyes, “Scar…” so many thoughts flood through Grian’s mind. So many things have happened he’s not sure what to say, even if he wasn’t thinking about Scar he’s a slight mess after the possession and now learning so many things in a short span of time he just can’t think anymore. So all he says is the first thing he can think of, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

The other man gives him a confused look, “What are you apologizing for? You already apologized for the first time you got possessed. You don’t have to apologize for it happening a second time. It’s not your fault.” He pulls Grian into another hug.

“Thanks I guess… also, why is the Red Witch here?”

“Right… I wasn’t paying much attention but apparently something to do with the way she used her magic sorta corrupted her.” Scar shrugs, “I think she said something about not using it properly but then when Shelby did a big spell at the end of their battle it kinda got rid of her powers. Now she’s back to normal but with a significant amount of amnesia and a higher chance of threatening people.”

“Huh…”

Scar nods, “You can say that again, anyways Gem mentioned setting up a group therapy session for some of the people involved in this whole situation. So at least we can all start working through stuff.”

Grian nods and leans into the other man while leans into him in return. “Hey Scar?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Scar smiles, “Thank you to G.”

#fanfic #fan fiction #feathered writing #show your fangs #life series fanfic #grian #goodtimeswithscar #geminitay #kinda pearlescentmoon

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holybibly · 8 months ago

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hi!! i’m a writer myself and despite having mdni on my blog, i still get a lot of minors trying to with my work. i regularly have to check my followers for ages in their bio and i’ve even had minors come in my inbox telling me that i’m ’overreacting’ for not wanting them to read my writing. it’s gotten to the point where i’ve just turned off anon altogether, partially because of the weird people in my inbox and partially so i know i can be safe and not respond to minors by accident.

i guess what i’m trying to get at here is even though you have mdni on your blog, how can you be sure that the people in your inbox aren’t minors. there’s nothing physically stopping them from coming on your blog and sending sexual asks and you seem to facilitate these asks by responding in an equally sexual manner. i hope i’m not coming across as rude, but i just don’t see how you can be sure that you’re not engaging with minors when you respond to anons in a flirtatious and sexual way. if you somehow do check their ages, great! but since they’re anon, i don’t really see how that’s possible…

So, hello. Well, the wording of the question is rather crude to begin with, don't you think? And frankly, I'd prefer to take such questions to DM posts, but if you want to talk, you're welcome.

First of all, don't you think it's a bit unfair? Accusing anonymous people and then asking a question anonymously? I don't think it's very nice, or do you think I'm going to declare a witch hunt and go on a bashing spree? That's so stupid. Or do you just not like me? Because that's what it sounds like. In general, I don't mind you having an opinion, but by sending a message like that, you knew I'd respond to it.

Secondly, I know this is going to sound awful and you can totally throw a bunch of shitty comments and posts at me, but let's be honest, even if we check the age of our subscribers and readers every time they subscribe to us, when they ask us questions, comment, reblog, etc., where is the 100% guarantee that those people didn't lie about their age when they created their blog on Tumblr?

Go to any porn site; age verification is just a tick in the box. These are the horrible realities we face every day. The internet is a place where it is very difficult to verify anything, and unfortunately, there are consequences.

I am in no way supporting the sexualization of minors, and I am certainly not engaging in depravity, although you make it sound that way.

But I do know that there are many people who can't talk openly about their desires, sexual or otherwise; people who doubt their sexuality and self-acceptance; people who are judged for being different; people who are shamed for being too feminine or masculine; for having problems with daddy or mommy; or simply for being too quiet and shy. Not all of us are going to come out for manifestos and parades.

And in this case, the only option for them is anonymity. I repeat, I do not support the sexualization of minors in any way, and if you want to accuse me of encouraging such things, I suggest you look at some of the profiles of authors on AO3 who openly use sex scenes with minors and even children in the text of their work.

I don't know your social circle as a writer, and since you're asking this anonymously, I can't even check your work, but I think the problem is not whether I answer anonymous questions or not, but whether I talk to my bunnies at all. Every time I get messages like this, I think about it. You call me weird, angry, triggering, and now a lecher. Not directly, but the context is clear.

I've never written messages like that to anyone; you know, it's not nice. I've never intended to offend or hurt anyone with my replies or FFs. But apparently everyone around me, for some strange reason, thinks I'm some source of universal evil while trying to retrain me and change my character and disposition.

I really hope you are happy with what you are doing.

Bunnies, I'm sorry. There will be no updates for a while.

#bunny questions #sugar and sin

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scarletemeraldpurple · 6 months ago

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Agatha Mentors (Among Other Things) A Butch Baby Witch. Pt. 1

CW for drugging (sleeping potion in a glass of wine) and dubious consent.

Partially clothed sex. Reader humps Agatha’s thigh, fingers her, and sucks her tits. Little bit of bondage (enchanted leather gear) Lots of praise and some degradation. Good girl and babyboy are both used for reader (I am a genderqueer butch who loves genderqueer butches)

You knew better than to approach Agatha Harkness. You had heard all of the stories. But she was your last hope.

You were an outcast among witches. You would hope witches would be above the radfem brainworms, but alas, you had been an outcast your whole life. Always just outside of what a woman, what a witch, was “supposed” to be.

Maybe Agatha could understand. Maybe you two could help each other.

She was sitting on her porch when you arrived at her address.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” She said.

“You know who I am?”

“I’ve heard talk for weeks of some butch baby witch that everyone has refused to teach. I’m guessing that’s you handsome.”

She smirked as you looked down. Easily flustered. She noted to herself. “It’s not your fault you know.”

You looked back up and nodded.

“It’s funny isn’t it. How easily some people are willing to turn on their own kind. How easily they use any scrap of power they have to marginalize others.”

You nodded again.

“You’re quiet. Well I suppose I can talk enough for both of us. Come inside my dear! Your back must be killing you.” She said, gesturing to your backpack.

You followed her inside.

“You’re not as scary as everyone says.”

“Well my dear, trust me when I say you don’t want to be on my bad side.”

You nodded your head in understanding and followed her up a set of stairs.

“Here is your room, set your stuff down here and we’ll continue our tour.”

You hesitated to let your backpack go. It was your whole life, packed up into a backpack.

She studied you and walked a bit closer. “Hon, your stuff is safe here. You’re safe here. I promise.”

You nodded and set your stuff down.

“What’s it gonna take to crack you open huh?”

Your eyes widened.

“Get you to open up sweetheart, I mean I talk to myself enough as is.” Agatha made herself laugh with that. Which caused you to chuckle too.

“Ah that’s a start. C’mon, hon.”

—

She took you all through her house, everywhere but her bedroom. She also walked you around her land.

“Tomorrow we hit the books. Make sure you have a firm grasp on the basics. If we have time we can do some potion making, if not we just do it the next day. For now, you’ll help me with dinner.”

Turned out that helping mostly meant staying out of her way, and occasionally opening a jar.

“Not that I mind at all, but couldn’t you use magic for this?”

“Oh sure, but where’s the fun in that.” Agatha said with a smile. “Not when I have a brand new butch roommate.”

You tried to hide a gleaming smile, you were unsuccessful of course so you looked to the side. Agatha thought you were quite cute.

Dinner was spaghetti with bolognese and garlic bread.

“You’re a good cook.” You said.

“Why thank you dear. Couldn’t have done it without your help.” She winked.

You two ate in silence for a bit. You looked around at the big, empty house.

“Hmm nobody taught you to fortify your mind hm?”

Your eyes widened.

“Go ahead and ask me, dear.”

“Do you get lonely?”

“Well sure dear, I mean I do have my rabbit, you’ll meet him eventually.”

“What? Did I miss him?”

“No dear, he’ll be around later. But he’s even less of a conversationalist than you hon.” Agatha teased.

You fiddled with your fork. “Sorry.”

“I’m only teasing,hon. I promise. We’ll be spending lots of time together, I’m sure you’ll open up sooner or later. One day you’ll stop being quite as scared.”

“They said no witch in their right mind would dare approach Agatha Harkness. Much less become her new jar opener.”

“Well my dear, I’m not interested in the company of right minded witches.”

You smiled at each other and finished dinner.

You did the dishes.

“You really didn’t have to do this, but I’m not going to tell you you shouldn’t.”

“Well you did the cooking, why should you have to wash up? Also you’re letting me stay with you…why are you letting me stay with you?”

She regarded you with an unreadable expression.

“I think we can help each other out.” Agatha said.

“How so?”

“You’ll see.”

—

You slept surprisingly well. The exhaustion of the day and the comfort of the bed took over you quickly.

A knock at the door awoke you. “Hey superstar! Time to get up, breakfast is almost ready and then we’ll head to my library.”

—

Breakfast was over easy eggs, bacon and hashbrowns, all cooked for perfection.

You learned that Agatha liked 2 sugars and no cream in her coffee. She learned that you liked it very sweet and almost as pale as her.

“I mean if you wanted some milk and sugar you could have just said that dear.”

“No caffeine that way.”

“Fair enough, drink up superstar.”

—

You brought in your own books. She shook her head at all of them.

“No this edition is awful, it was all you could find? Oh you poor lost soul. Sshh, darling I simply won’t hear it, you will borrow my books. We’re doing this right.”

She sat you down and had you review runes.

“It may seem boring but the fundamentals are very important dear.”

“I understand.” You fiddled with your quill.

“Waiting for a sign to start?” Agatha said, peering over your shoulder.

“N-no,” you coughed. “No ma’am.” You took a deep breath and got to work.

Agatha smirked above you. “Just ensuring your progress. Nothing to be nervous about love. In fact you’re doing really well, not so bad once you get started hm?” Agatha said to you in a surprisingly gentle tone.

“No ma’am.” You willed yourself to keep your quill steady as you sketched out more of the basic runes.

“So formal all of the sudden. I don’t know if ma’am is working for me dear.”

“Oh-sorry I don’t even know why I—”

Agatha put a hand on your shoulder. “Deep breath dear. You’re okay. You’re just nervous. Don’t wanna screw up in front of the great Agatha Harkness. I think a lot of people are so nervous because they’re so capable, they have such high standards for themselves. Sound familiar?”

You nodded vigorously.

“And it’s especially not easy when we’re told we’re not supposed to have these talents. You did well on your rune sketches. Let’s do something a little more exciting, to the cauldron!”

—

“I want you to make a sleeping potion.”

“Got it.” Simple enough. You thought to yourself.

You got right to work chopping your ingredients. You didn’t feel as nervous about Agatha’s eyes being on you.

Maybe you would have been if you could tell what she was thinking.

After about 10 minutes your potion changed to the proper color as it boiled in the cauldron.

“Good job superstar!”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Good work today. I see a lot of potential in you. Let’s bottle these up yeah?”

Agatha Harkness sees potential in me. You thought to yourself. Still beaming with pride over a simple compliment.

Aw did someone get a crumb of validation? Agatha thought to herself as you continued to grin.

You two cleaned up and bottled all of the potion. You didn’t notice when Agatha slipped a small bottle into her pocket.

—

The rest of the week went very well. You mastered casting protection runes. You gained confidence in your telekinesis. She taught you how to make more complex potions. Potions that could summon prophetic dreams. Potions that would energize.

You mostly managed to hold your composure when she would adjust your hands or peer over your shoulder. At least that’s what you thought.

Agatha enjoyed the week of teasing you. Watching your confidence grow with every word of praise she gave you. Her little superstar.

She also allowed herself to peer into your mind. Her favorite time was right before you fell asleep. Fuzzy images of you and her filled her vision. She knew what you needed.

—

Agatha surprised you with something after dinner during your first weekend with her.

“How old are you again dear?”

“24”

“Wow such a young thing. But old enough to drink yes? I’m pouring us some wine for a successful first week of lessons.”

“Oh I don’t drink often—”

“One glass dear? Indulge me.”

She looked at you with those deep blue eyes. How could you deny her? How could you deny the opportunity for quality time with her…

“Okay, just one though.”

“Of course hon.”

—

Agatha insisted you sit on the couch and let her bring the glasses out.

In the kitchen Agatha got down a fruity red, the slight sweetness of the very first potion you made would blend right in. She would have you soon.

“Here we are superstar!” Agatha said handing you a glass.

“Thank you.” You cautiously took a sip. It was nice. Sweeter than you expected, but you had often found wines to be too dry for you, so this was nice.

“This was a good year.” Agatha mused

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh I’m very trustworthy.” Agatha said. She was smirking about something. But you didn’t know what.

You took another sip. You felt heat rise to your face. “I can’t be that much of a lightweight can I?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“Cute.” Agatha said.

Your eyes widened.

“You’re okay sweetheart. Put your cup on the table for me.”

You did as she asked.

“Good girl.”

You looked at her, stunned at the pet name. A warmth spreading through you. You definitely shouldn’t have felt this fuzzy.

“My little superstar did a great job this week. Now I’m helping you rest.” She said as she moved closer and stroked your hair.

“Soo tired. Shouldn’t be…”

“Sshhhh listen to your body hon, don’t resist it, it’s okay. I got you, you’re safe here with me.”

Your mind was just on the edge of putting everything together when the potion took full effect and your eyes shuttered closed. You slumped forward into Agatha.

“There you go, good girl.” She cooed, just in case you could still hear.

“I have you now.”

—

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t your own in a room you didn’t recognize. You tried to get up but found your wrists were in cuffs clipped to a leather belt around your waist. You managed to sit yourself up, metal jingling as you did so.

“Aw is my superstar awake? You made that sleeping potion kinda strong huh angel?” Agatha said as she walked over to the bed.

“If you wanted to take my magic, why didn’t you just do that from the start?”

“Take your magic, you really think such a thing of me? Well, I’ll be honest dear, I thought about it. But why do that when I can take you, and have a magical butch house pet instead?”

“Take me? Housepet? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oooh that got an F bomb out of you. Maybe I should drug you more often. Make that mind all frazzled and pliable.”

You tried maneuvering your wrists to undo yourself from the cuffs.

“Oh you’re not getting those off, not with the enchantment I put on them. And there’s runes burned into the inside, so good luck trying to get them off through magic.”

“What-what are you going to do to me?”

Agatha smiled. She came over and straddled your lap. “I’m gonna help you stop worrying sweetheart.”

Her perfume was intoxicating. Her eyes were so pretty looking down on you. God how fucked up is that to think?

“See you’re worrying right now, I can hear it. And there’s simply no reason for it.”

She gripped your chin. “So handsome like this.”

She watched your eyes get wide then grow conflicted. “So cute to watch you struggle. Struggle with what you really want but feel you shouldn’t. I got all night baby, all night to wait for you to give in.”

She traced your jaw and down your neck. You leaned back to expose yourself more before snapping out of it.

“This is really too cute angel. I could just eat you up. And eventually I will.” Agatha chuckled.

You felt a wet spot form in your briefs.

Agatha got up close to your ear. “You keep forgetting I can hear your thoughts. That I can see inside of you.” She lightly grazed the shell of your ear with her teeth, causing you to gasp.

“Such a sweet butch. God the things I’ve wanted to do to you this week.”

Like what? You wondered to yourself.

“Oh every time your eyes went wide I just wanted you pinned against something with my thigh between yours.”

You shuddered.

“I could show you if you want.” Agatha laid you down and parted your legs with her thigh.

“I know you want this, but too much of you still wants to resist. Too much of you is so bent on denying yourself pleasure.” She pressed a light kiss to your left cheek, then to your jaw, then barely there kisses to your neck.

You panted, your head swimming with her and everything she was offering.

“It’s okay to let go, angel. It’s okay to give in.” Agatha whispered, working her way to the other side of your neck. She trailed kisses up your neck, to your cheek, until her lips were hovering over yours.

“Just say the word baby. I’ll take good care of you, but I need you to say it.” She leaned in so close, but didn’t quite kiss your lips.

“Please. Please Agatha—” you whined out.

“Good girl. No more resistance. No more resisting me.” She said before finally kissing you and pressing her thigh to where you needed it.

You whined and bucked your hips against her. Her lips were so soft. You gasped when she bit your lip. You let her explore your mouth before she pulled back up.

“How long has it been since you’ve been touched honey?” She whispered.

“Years.” You admitted.

“Years? Oh you poor thing. Bet it didn’t feel this good huh sweetness?”

“No ma’am.” You whimpered. Then realized what you said.

“Oh I see. Maybe ma’am works a lot better for me than I thought.” Agatha teased.

“Sorry—”

“Hush. Be good for ma’am. Keep humping me babyboy.”

“Yes ma’am” you whimpered. Desperately chasing more friction between your legs.

“Doing so good for me baby, but let’s get some of these layers off hm?” With a snap of her fingers your pants were done away with.

You shivered as the air hit your newly bare legs.

“Aw are you cold? Poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” She ran her blackened hands up and down the tops of your thighs. Then she readjusted to kiss all over them. Biting the sensitive part of your inner thigh. She was gonna mark you all up. You were all hers now.

You whimpered and squirmed from her mouth on your thighs.

“So sensitive, gonna have to hold you down huh hon?”

You felt something grip your ankles and hold you down. You looked to see it was her magic.

“I’ll teach you that trick eventually. For now just let me have my fun.”

She sucked one more deep purple mark onto your right thigh, before pressing kisses to your front through your underwear. Tasting what had leaked through from her teasing.

“Mmmm, so good.” She said against your front. The vibrations shuddering through you. “I could stay here all day, teasing you like this.”

She licked a stripe through the fabric before placing more kisses. “Tell me baby, do you want more.”

“Ma-ma’am don’t—Nothing under—please…”

Agatha moved from between your legs. Coming up to stroke your hair. “Sshhh it’s okay. You wanna keep those on?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“That’s okay baby. My sweet butch, thank you for saying something. My brave angel.” Agatha peppered your face with kisses.

“How can I help you feel good?” Agatha asked gently.

You looked at her, your eyes wide with nervousness.

“Tell me angel, before I just look into that dirty little mind of yours.” Agatha purred.

“Can-can you grind against me some more ma’am? Please.”

“You just love my thigh between your legs hm? My weight on top of you? Like having me all around you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good girl, good girl for asking. I would love to get you off in my thigh.”

Agatha kissed your neck while you rutted against her thigh. Chasing the pleasure that came with friction.

“So easy for me. Humping my leg like a good little slut. You know only sluts get this needy from this right?”

“Yes ma’am” you said breathlessly.

She sucked a mark onto your neck, causing you to speed up.

“Gooood girl.” She crooned in your ear. “Such a good, needy butch for me. Give me your pleasure baby.”

“Yes ma’am.” You felt your climax start to build.

“I’m so close ma’am, can I?”

“Can you what angel? Use your words.”

“Please can I cum, I’m so close ma’am please.”

“There you go. Be a good girl and cum for me. Let go for me my sweet butch.”

You rock against her and came with a series of whimpers and “thank you”s.

“So sweet for me. You look so good when you cum. So handsome when you’re all blissed out.” She kissed you and stroked your hair until you settled down.

“Can I touch you ma’am? Please, I wanna make you feel good too.”

Agatha took off her shirt. You found out she had no shirt on underneath. She traced a finger up from her breast to her collarbone. “You wanna touch me, baby? Want your hands and mouth all over me?”

“Please ma’am, please. I-I’ll be good I promise.”

“Oh I know you will, angel. Alright baby.” She flicked her wrists and your bindings unlocked. You sat up and reached for her.

She grabbed your wrists and guided one hand to her hip, the other to her nipple. “I want your mouth on my tits baby. Come show me how desperate you are.”

You thumbed one nipple while you latched onto the other. Circling it with your tongue, sucking it, but in it lightly.

“Fuck baby there you go. Like having my tits in your mouth? I bet. Bite me harder love to ahead.” She tangled her fingers in the back of your hair.

You bit harder and she let out a moan. “So good for me, my perfect pet. Mark me up pet.”

You moved to the flesh of her breast and bit down hard.

“Fuck baby, not so shy anymore huh? Gonna make me look all pretty? Gonna make me look like yours?”

She enjoyed the wide eyed expression you were giving her. “Don’t think about it baby, just feel, just do ask I ask.”

You left big bruising marks all over her chest.

“Look at those teethmarks baby. Bitey little butch hm? Oh I love it baby keep going. My other nipple needs attention.”

You were sucking her other tit when she led your hand down her soft stomach, to her naked thighs. You had no idea when she had done away with her bottoms.

“Keep sucking baby, but feel how wet it gets me. Feel how wet you got ma’am.”

You obliged happily. She was soaked, so soaked you had trouble creating friction on her clit.

“So wet,ma’am”

“That’s right baby, you did that to me. Can you slip into me baby?”

You leaned up for a kiss while you easily slipped two fingers into her cunt. She moaned into your mouth.

“Oh good girl, your fingers feel so good in me baby.” She bucked her hips against your hand.

“Wanna mark your neck ma’am, please?”

She looked at you, eyes wild with desire. “Gonna mark your mentor up? Want me to be yours? I suppose that’s only fair, seeing as how you’re all mine.”

“Yes ma’am, please.”

“Okay baby, fuck me with your fingers and mark up your ma’am’s neck.”

You did just that. Sucking deep purple marks onto her. Purple was her color after all. You loved feeling her squeeze around your fingers as you marked her all up.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close. Suck on my tits again baby. Bite my nipple again. Be my good girl.”

You did just as she asked, biting down as hard as you could on her nipple as you kept fucking her on your fingers. She fell over the edge, gripping the back of your scalp, her nails digging in. You were both moaning as she rode out her orgasm.

You slowly pulled out when she was done and immediately started cleaning off your fingers.

“Such a good girl for me, such a slut, do I taste good baby?”

“Mhmmm.” You moaned around your own digits.

“Let me have a taste then.” She said, pulling you in for a kiss. She lapped herself off of your lips and sucked herself off of your tongue.

—

“Told you I’d figure out how to crack you open. How you’d stop being so quiet around me.” Agatha teased when you had both finally settled down.

You were laying with your head on her chest. She was in a flimsy tank top and a pair of pajama shorts. You were in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Both so cozy together on her bed.

“I mean the drugging was a little overkill if you ask me.”

“Well I wasn’t asking you, now was I dear?” Agatha said, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You buried your face in her. “I guess not. You said into her chest.”

“Needed your defenses allllll the way down. And now look at us. Look at how we get to spend our nights now.”

You squeezed her closer. “Well now you can just ask, instead of slipping potions into my drink.”

“Well no promises there sweetheart. You’re just so fun to mess with. I’d never give you anything you wouldn’t enjoy though.”

You didn’t protest, you just let her lull you to sleep.

#agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness x reader #my fic #cw intox #cw dubcon #intox kink #biting kink

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 2 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch (CH 2)

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1854

Warnings: Mild language, violence, graphic content, blood, angst, fluff, smut…

Prompt: Y/n Maximoff, a witch who can perform wandless magic transfers to Hogwarts. She makes friends and foes, all the while love seems to be in the air even though she wasn’t expecting it. There is highs and lows in this love story, with unexpected twists and turns and maybe even heartbreak.

Faceclaim: Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlet Witch

Y/N’s POV

I was silent, following behind Pansy as she looked for the guys. She squeals when she sees Draco who was with the guys in the courtyard under a tree. Mattheo was smoking, leaning against the side of the tree. I stay rooted to my spot that was a little ways off from them.

I look at the Astronomy tower and decide that maybe I could go there. I tense as my wrist is grabbed and I look over to see a first year girl.

"Please. I want to go home." She pleads as tears well in her eyes.

"Let me show you something." I murmur.

I watch the red tendrils between my fingers before I gently tap her temple. I watch as she smiles widely, her eyes dazed as she takes in the different memories I sent to show her. She turns to me and hugs me.

I tense, freezing as my arms stay up out of awkwardness before I slowly hug her back. She pulls away, thanking me before she skips away. I wait till I know she's gone before brushing myself off. I straighten the front of my outfit before I feel eyes on me.

I look around before my eyes meet Mattheo's. He was watching me and I quirk a brow before turning away from him and striding towards the Astronomy tower.

I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this school. They weren't ready for me. I didn't struggle with casting one of their spells.

I think...I think I had finally settled into Hogwarts. It had been nearly four months, and it's been...interesting. I had nowhere to go for Christmas and neither did Mattheo. He didn't want to go home to where his father was. I couldn't blame him.

"I guess I'll see you guys when I get back." Draco sighs.

He too dreaded going home to his father. He was eager to see his mother, but I couldn't blame him. I had a brief meeting with Narcissa and she is quite splendid when her wretched husband wasn't around. She lives in fear when he is there. It's heartbreaking.

Draco does some “bro” hug with Mattheo before coming to me and hugging me. I’ve gotten better about hugs too in the past four months. Who would’ve thought?

"Try and make the most of it." I say, returning the hug.

"You as well. And try to stay out of trouble." He teases and I chuckle, rolling my eyes as we pull apart.

"No promises." I say.

It was sad everyone was going home. I know it was just for holidays. I kind of wished I was like them. I wanted to have a home to go home too. I wanted to have a family to go to. But, instead I was an orphan myself.

"Mattheo? Y/N? Why are you guys still here?" Pansy asks as she comes back out with her bags.

"Oh...we are staying here for the holidays." I say quietly.

"I didn't want to go back to my father." Mattheo mutters.

"And you?" Pansy asks, looking at me and I frown.

"I...I don't have any family." I say quietly, looking down at my hands.

"Alright, we have to hurry. But, both of you go pack a bag. You guys are coming with me for the holidays." She says.

"What? No, I can't do that to you Pansy. It's so last minute and I don't want to intrude on your holidays." I say.

"Shut up and pack a bag. My mom and I will enjoy having more people with us. She'll be excited. Now hurry! We don't want to miss the train." She says.

Mattheo and I head to our dorms and throw together bags before we meet her back in the common room. She smiles at us before leading the way.

"Are we almost there?" I ask, looking out the train window again anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N. That's the fourth time you've asked in the past fifteen minutes." She says, laughing softly.

"Have you never been on a train before?" Mattheo asks confused.

"No." I say.

"Then how did you get to Hogwarts?" Pansy asks confused.

"I made a portal. Portals are easier than these...trains." I grumble, poking the window.

"Hey, it's not that bad. You get to hang out with us." Pansy teases.

"Your right. I do appreciate your guys' company. But, I've never traveled by train before so it is a bit distracting." I admit.

"It's okay, love. Just relax." Mattheo says mindlessly, focused on his sketchbook.

Pansy wiggles her eyebrows and I stick my tongue out at her causing her to laugh. I put my middle finger up, glaring at her as Mattheo looks between us confused.

"Excuse me, Scarlet Witch?" A small voice says.

I look over confused to see a first year. A Hufflepuff to be exact. They hold out a package with shaky hands.

"He told me to give this to you, your Christmas present he said. I didn't want too, but he said he'd hurt my sister." He says.

"Who?" I ask, taking the package.

"You know who." He says before scurrying off.

I look at the package as Mattheo clenches his jaw. Pansy seemed shocked and I pulled the envelope off the top of the page and pull out the small card.

Dearest Y/N,

Your parents were my loyalist followers until they fell in love. I knew when your mother fell pregnant that you'd be a powerful witch. I could sense it. I knew you'd be a Slytherin. A Pureblood Slytherin who can perform wandless magic. So powerful indeed. Your parents betrayed me when you were born. However, I'm giving you a chance to redeem the Maximoff name...to be my follower.

-The Dark Lord

"He's pathetic. Ignore him. I'll handle this, love. I'm sorry." Mattheo says, glaring at the card I held.

"Mattheo, don't. I don't want you ending up hurt. I'll just ignore it and if he's persistent, I'll handle it. He's right, I am powerful. I'm not being cocky or arrogant, but none of you know half the power I possess." I say.

I look at the box before I open it and my heart falls as I pull out a picture of my mother and father. There were their wands and their wedding bands. Then a picture with me. I grab the last picture, my hand shaking. They were dead. Mattheo snatches it from my hand as I grab the last letter.

If you wish to live, then you'll join me. Otherwise, you'll end up just like your parents.

"Y/N..." Pansy says sympathetically.

My eyes go red as I focus on the letter. Everything goes black and I look around to see him. I was in his head. He turns towards me quickly, glaring.

"Get out of my head." He snaps.

"Do not threaten me. You do not know who you are messing with. I will ruin you. You have my word." I snap.

"Oh, you have the same fire as your mother. Unfortunately, she was too much of a coward to end it." He says, laughing.

"My mother saw the good in everyone. And she saw something in you. She saw that there was still a human in there. There was still someone there that just wanted to save the world even if it wasn't the right way. She still saw a bit of Tom Riddle you heartless, bastard! I’m my mother, I'm my father and I am me. And I can damn well end it." I snap.

I blink and shake my head, as I come back to reality. My magic completely ruined the letter and I look at Pansy who looked shocked like Mattheo.

"You spoke in parseltongue." Pansy says.

"And to whom?" Mattheo asks.

"Your father. I don't appreciate his dry threats." I say.

"Y/N...please do not think this is some joke. I know my father and that is far from a dry threat. He means it." Mattheo says.

"Mattheo, I understand it's a threat and I understand he means it. However, I say it's a dry threat because I'll quite literally end him when I see him. He killed my parents. Then had the audacity to reach out to me. To threaten me. So, I sent him a message. I made him feel threatened and vulnerable. Maybe he'll second guess ever reaching out to me." I say.

Mattheo didn’t look so sure, but he nodded slowly. He looked at his fist that had the crumpled picture of my dead parents.

“I’m sorry…I…I’m sorry for what he did.” He says quietly.

“Mattheo, you…you don’t need to apologize. You had no part in this. This was your fathers doing.” I say.

“Many people say I’m my father. Unfortunately, being his son means I need to help clean up his wrong-doings.” He mutters.

“You aren’t your father Mattheo. You both may share the same last name, but that means nothing.” I say.

“How do you know I’m not him?” He snaps, glaring at me and I smile.

“You just apologized for something that didn’t even involve you, Mattheo. Your father…he would never do that. He hates to admit when he’s in the wrong. And I honestly don’t think he thinks he is wrong. But, you know it’s wrong for what he did. You’ve acknowledged it’s wrong and it never even involved you. This happened a long, long time ago.” I say.

Pansy was silent, a small smile on her lips as she listened. Okay, so maybe I am saying the right thing. He didn’t look like he knew how to respond and I give him a smile.

I grab his clenched fist and grab the picture, watching as red tendrils go towards it before the picture dissipates. I let a slow sigh out, feeling a lot better.

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoxreader #mild language #wanda maximoff #harry potter #angst #fluff #smut #scarlet witch #marvel #marvel x Harry Potter

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ofmermaidstories · 8 months ago

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i’ve gotten back into playing my switch with a lethal combo of stardew valley/animal crossing: new horizons again and i must admit… i’m digging my nails into my palms to stop myself from starting a stardew valley AU lmao. and like! in the past i’ve threatened to do a new horizons AU, but that’s specifically because I like the whimsy of the setup—moving to a new location that is it’s own little world, independent of any outside influence, where all your relationships come from your neighbours. a tiny little idealistic land for you and you alone, that’s filled with strange and wonderful things (the ghoul in the sewers, for stardew. the ghost that wanders around your island at night, for new horizons. there’s falling stars and mermaid shows and sly little salesmen who sell stolen art and things you can build for yourself, or trade for with pearls or batwings or seashells). i just!!! isn’t that the appeal of both of these games? that you don’t have to sit at a computer (ironically) day after day, or scrub out the walk-in freezer that hasn’t malfunctioned and is now defrosting, or serve assholes that last used their manners when their mothers still wiped their mouths after eating. instead you do things like… shake trees for fruit. grow flowers. grow vegetables. chop trees for wood, dig up stones. you get some cows for milk. you craft things and sell them. you catch bugs. you go down into the mines where you’re startled by walking skeletons or little slimes. sometimes you still deal with assholes, i guess—but they grow to love you. you banish the Big Bad Supermarket from town. You buy weird one-off items from the only store-keepers on the island. there are night markets and open-air concerts and celebrations of a new community centre, a new bridge.

i’ve been merging the sdv/ac:nh examples because at the heart of it, what i think i want out of a AU like this is the escapism of being uprooted, and settling down somewhere enclosed, that has everything—and everyone—you need. sunshine and rain and lightning and the ocean, snow, green things and smooth wood underneath your hands and the tiny threat of something darker (a witch’s hut where you can turn children into doves, abandoned mines full of monsters, mossy skeletons abandoned amid patches of flowers)—but ultimately, the promise of magic. just beyond the farm’s fences. washing up on the shore in the blue-green dawn. hidden in a wizard’s tower on the outskirts of town. flitting about and waiting for the only person who can see it: you, you, you.

#grinding my teeth telling myself to behave and know my limits #oh and ig there’s a hot anime boyfriend or two in there somewhere LMAOOO #they can come along i suppose 🙄#anyways im putting this on a schedule so when this pops up i will be eating breakfast (probably)

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talk-danmei-to-me · 11 days ago

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My controversial danmei takes are…

1. I don’t ship Mu Qing and Feng Xin and I’m almost always annoyed when it’s included in a tgcf fic. I just feel like 100% of their relationship is arguing, so when they have a functional relationship, they feel ooc and when they don’t feel ooc, I’m just annoyed and wondering why the hell they would want to be with each other. (The one exception was No Paths are Bound, but that might be because it’s a 152 chapter fic that starts with them just hate fucking, but then actually does the work to make you believe that can develop into something more)

2. MDZS is such a hard story to get invested in. I still haven’t finished the books because I keep getting bored in volume 1. Even the Untamed was hard for me to get into, though I eventually forced myself through enough episodes at the urging of a friend to get hooked. I own all the volumes, I have read bits and pieces from further on, I have finished the Untamed and the donghua, but I still can’t force myself to get through volume 1.

3. SVSSS was described to me on multiple occasions as the funniest of MXTX’s novels, but I don’t think it was any funnier than the other 2. It’s definitely more lighthearted (most of the time) and written to be more of a comedic story than a serious one, but I didn’t feel like it was any more humorous than the other stories. It felt like pretty much the same level of humor across all 3 series.

(I have only ready MXTX so far. Still a danmei newbie, but working on changing that. I just ordered Ballad of Sword and Wine. Very excited to check that out)

Okay before I go off I just need to tell you I love Ballad of Sword and Wine SO MUCH!!! It’s so good you’re about to have the best time provided you can keep the eunuchs straight.

1) I am also not a Fenqing shipper. I have dabbled in Peiqing, it’s rare but it just feels so correct to me. Bisexual Pei Ming is my tgcf agenda. Tbh I just think Feng Xin’s character turns into a hot mess over the course of the series to the point I just want to banish him by the end. Like he had so much potential as a second love interest in a bl and it got squandered.

I guess part of the Fengqing shipping maybe comes from that. There’s a lot of romantic angst that can be drawn from the Xianle days.

2) MDZS is actually my favourite of the mxtx trilogy. HOWEVER after reading Remnants of Filth and Ballad of Sword and Wine, they do similar themes a lot better. I think mdzs is probably a good starter danmei if you’re into that game of thrones politicking vibe. It’s kinda basic in its execution though. The donghua was an absolute joy and I loved every second, the book is fun to read to see the bits censorship stole. Mxtx is not a good smut writer though (imo).

I can’t do the Untamed I’ve tried watching it like 3 times and tapped out each time. I just can’t vibe with it.

3) I feel like I’m going to get burned as a witch for saying this but… I personally don’t find mxtx funny. Of course there are parts of her books that are comical, but overall. Svsss is to me what mdzs is to you, like I’ve seen the donghua and it got me intrigued but I’m finding the book really hard to care about. I’m going to give it one more whirl, just to force myself to read one transmigration story before Mistakenly Saving the Villain comes out.

#I am having such a good time with these confessions #everyone send me more!#ask me anything

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blenselche · 10 months ago

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wanted to sketch this scene from Oneirogenic Coalescence out

“Shoko?”

She stares back at him, only a few inches away and inspecting his face with narrowed eyes.

“I’m stuck being your guide again,” she surmises. “Subtractional. We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” She blows a sigh out, pushing a hand through her hair. “I should have stayed in the deadworlds.”

Finn snorts, elbowing her. “Well, for what it’s worth I’m glad you didn’t. Is it actually you this time, or- or is this just part of the hallucination?”

“I’ve been dragged out of your subconscious. I’m still with you, after all, as you’ve aged you’ve grown closer to me. You remember my life,” she turns, and they’re back at the gang’s open bathhouse, overgrowth creeping backwards. “Why is that?”

The Plant Teacher metamorphoses into a bath boy, poking at its hair rollers. “Your future is debating removing you from the cycle of reincarnation.”

Shoko looks over her shoulder, quirking a critical brow at him.

“I—“ his hands raise in defense of himself. “Maybe. It was just a stupid thought,” he muffles into his palm as he stares at their feet, uncomfortable and edgy. “Fern is immortal, he doesn’t have to die unless I do, and- and if I don’t die, then…”

“You’re afraid you won’t be able to find yourself in the next life,” she guesses, and he lifts a finger gun to the air without looking up. “You found the Princess, Finn, and we were barely friends. You found our closure, what makes you think you wouldn’t be able to find it again?”

“Maybe I’m tired of finding myself! Maybe- maybe I’m tired of going through painful junk and learning the same lessons just to find something good under it all,” his hands raise and slap back down to his sides as he walks in a circle on the concrete platform. “I’ve never been in love in any of my lives, and I finally have that. Why can’t I get off the ride if I have the chance? What if I want us to stay like we are?”

Shoko stops him, dragging him to sit on a cracked step as her life bustles around them in blurry, fluid dreamscapes. Finn watches with tired, drooping eyes as she releases the Ice King from a group of old witch women.

“That’s what life is, Finn. Sometimes we have our arm cut off by our father, sometimes we lose it trying to cling to him. It’s just how the cycle works. You can’t stop it.”

“I want to,” he murmurs, muscle of his jaw jumping. “I’ve finally got some stability.”

“Life is change,” the entity reminds him, lifting a slice of cucumber over its eye. “You cannot cross the stream without getting wet. You are not prone to give yourself to indolence, child, you are always moving, always changing. Do not falter to the soul erosion of a middling existence in vampirism, it is counterintuitive to your purpose.”

Finn groans, chest deflating. “I hate that determinism gunk. I’m not made for anything. I don’t believe in destiny.”

“No, I know you don’t. That does not stop it from being true.” It settles lower in the water, watching him. “You are a very purposeful being, Finn. You, a cosmic force trapped within a man cannot remove yourself from the cycle even if you wish it. You have yet to find your final method of being.”

“Not this comet crap again,” he whines, face tipping to the sky and eyes screwing up tight.

“Yes this comet crap again.” It snaps its fingers and they’re hung in the vast nothingness of space, Shoko scrambles to grab onto him, terrified.

“Finn!?” she screeches. “What’s it talking about?”

He curls an arm around her waist and hefts her higher. “We were put here to commit acts of ‘great good’,” Finn says, tense, “Davey stopped Orgalorg, you released Simon, I defeated the Lich, Penny blasts the cosmic elementals…” he pauses, brain skipping on the realization that he remembers her, “and some day we’ll ascend to the fourth dimension. I refused last time.” He nods with a rigid jerk to the comet, to Martin and the moth. “We’re… some godlike entity. But we forgot.” He swallows dry, throat constricting. “I don’t think about it. It makes me feel like- like my skin is on too tight.”

“You may reject predeterminism, but that does not stop it from affecting you,” the Teacher announces, loud enough to rattle his bones. “I can only help you if you’re open to it. Will you open yourself? Or will you pursue this dead ended, disillusioned passivity borne from the fear of your truth?”

He feels Shoko tremble in his arm, smells the sweet spices they used to use in her hair and sighs out a dejected “okay.” His feet hit the hardwood of the tree house’s kitchen, and he lets Shoko dismount his side, knees shaking and wobbly as she falls back into the dingy cushions of the wrap around sofa.

“That was terrifying,” she chokes with an airy laugh, forehead thunking to the table.

“… our bones are like, six feet away,” he thinks out loud and she shoots him a freaked out glance. “Sorry. Nerves.”

“Are you ready to face yourself, little hero?” It hangs from the ceiling, having taken on Marceline’s form.

A smarmy, weak grin stretches across his expression. “I already am, technically.”

“Don’t be tiresome, the other half of your soul gives me enough trouble.”

Finn snickers unevenly in the face of this unknowable tutelar, at the sensation of bantering with some infinite providence when he’s such a tiny animal.

He nods, and the strings of his being unravel as Shoko keeps hold on the red piece of yarn that connects them, steadying the knot at his center.

#keep yourself au #shoko #finn mertens #shoko adventure time #adventure time shoko #adventure time

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wandering-winchesters · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Dean x Reader, implied feelings. Word Count: 2,239 Summary: The reader has always had visions, but now they're changing and causing her physical harm. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, implied vomiting and pain. Requested: Yes, by anonymous. The reader has visions of future events since her childhood, but since the last hunt and burn of a witch her visions are getting more powerful and begin to affect her health condition. The visions weakening her, she suffers from heavy migraine and also dizzy spells and nausea. She tries to hide it from the Winchesters but as observing as they are, they instantly recognize her pale and sick appearance. A/N: Requests are open! I hope you enjoy my take on this request, please let me know!

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Visions are something I’m very familiar with, I’ve had them since I was a child. They felt like dreams, mostly peaceful and serine. Predicting the things that were to come, always happy occasions. I knew the days to come that I would enjoy, the places we’d visit and joys I’d experience before they ever happened. It was a good thing, I was thankful for it. It brought reassurance in times of doubt, joy in times of sadness and it didn’t really affect my day to day life. Dean would try to use it to their advantage, running lottery ticket numbers by me in hopes of me having a vision of him winning, he hadn’t been successful yet. Sam always rolled his eyes at Dean’s childishness, but would listen intently to whatever I recounted for them.

Since the last hunt that we been on my visions had changed, they were no longer predicting joyful occurrences, they were dark. Foreshadowing death and torture, often continuing on for twenty or thirty minutes. The amount of time a drastic change to the maybe five minute long visions that I was used to having. They caused me to get sick almost every time, a wave of nausea taking over the second the vision ended. My body felt weak, muscles ached and I had a headache that had taken up permanent residence since these new visions had started. I was doing my best to keep it from the boys, not wanting them to worry about me anymore than they already did. They already watched me closely, concerned that I would get hurt while on a hunt. If they knew about this, well, I don’t know what they would do. Probably bench me, if we are being honest. I had managed to keep it to myself, thankful that most of the visions seemed to appear at night, to the point where I could almost call them nightmares. Yet I knew better, I know that they’re predictions, some of the things I have already confirmed to be true. A train derailing in Michigan, a bus crash in Ohio, the list goes on. Every time I have one, I search the news headlines, praying that I won’t find what I am looking for. However, it’s always there, a day or two after it happens.

For the life of me, I cannot figure out why my visions had changed, the only plausible explanation was the witch that had escaped on our last hunt. Despite our every effort, she had fled moments before we would have killed her. My guess is a spell, what spell you might ask? No clue. All of the research I had been doing, has been turning up empty. No explanation for the full body symptoms I had been having in response to the visions.

Which is how I wound up here, hugging the toilet in the bathroom connected to my room. My head is spinning and throbbing, the pit in my stomach nauseating and unbearable. My body was aching from the constant shivers running through my body. There was nothing I could do but sit and wait, and hope that it faded overtime. This was by far the worst one, it had pulled me in and completely overcome my every thought and action. Flashes of red and orange flames, the screams of innocent people trapped within the building, being burned alive or smothered by smoke. All of it so real and vivid, forcing tears to fall from my eyes as I laid there paralyzed, unable to snap out of it, until it was over. Just as abruptly as it had begun, it was gone. I was back in my room at the bunker, sick from fear. I had painstakingly made my way to the bathroom, my eyes closed and my feet shuffling. Avoiding any sudden movements due to fear of passing out or throwing up. Judging by the time on my phone, it had lasted nearly an hour, fifty-three minutes to be exact, the longest vision I had ever had. I remain on the floor of the bathroom for almost an additional hour, taking slow, even breaths, waiting out the nausea. Which eventually faded, I had hoped that the migraine would fade too, however no luck. I opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the harsh light in the bathroom, a light that I didn’t recall turning on. I stand slowly and turn to head towards my bed, hopeful that the rest of my sleep would be uninterrupted and dreamless.

I am awoken by a knock on my door, followed by a voice calling out my name. I ignore it, hoping they’ll go away. I am tired, so tired. The thought of getting out of bed felt like the most insurmountable task, I was already being lulled back to sleep by the warmth of my blankets.

“Y/N, it’s almost noon, are you okay?” Sam enters the room, his voice much louder than I would prefer. I would rather he not be here at all and to just leave me to my sleep.

“‘M fine, Sam. Go away, tired.” I mumble, throwing my arm back behind me and motioning for him to leave, not bothering to open my eyes. I hear light shuffling and I assume that he is leaving, but I am proven wrong when I feel the bed next to me dip down. Sam has not left, but come to sit beside me. I open one eye to glance at him, but close it again quickly, the lights flooding my senses with searing pain. His hand comes to rest on my shoulder and when I still don’t stir to look at him again, he speaks.

“What’s going on with you? You might think you’re doing a good job at hiding whatever it is, but you’re really not. Dean and I both know that something is going on that you’re not telling us about and its getting concerning. You’ve been sleeping a lot, in constant pain when you’re awake and you’re pale as a ghost, Y/N.” I know he isn’t going to leave me be without an answer of some sort. So I do my best to come up with one, something that sounds believable but not too concerning.

“Just haven’t been feeling the best, must be food poisoning or something.” I whisper, again willing that he will leave me alone to sleep. My body physically exhausted, head throbbing, pain pulsating through my every nerve. He shifts again and I rejoice, hoping he’s headed for the door. But instead, his hand comes to rest on my forehead, a hiss leaving his lips as he makes contact.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re burning up.” He says, tugging back the blankets that I have pulled up around my face, revealing my sweat soaked t-shirt. “How bad?” I hear Dean mutter from the doorway, the sound of his foot steps indicating that he has crossed the room to stand next to my bed as well. I hesitantly open my eyes, squinting to try and lower the amount of light that is allowed to enter.

“Feel for yourself, Dean.” Sam says, standing up and letting Dean take his place on the bed next to me. Dean rests his hand against my forehead, grimacing. It must be bad judging by the look on both of their faces. I push myself up into a sitting position, tugging the blankets up to cover my bear legs. Painfully aware of how little clothing I have on compared to them, not that they hadn’t seen me dressed like this before, it just made me feel weak in this moment.

“I’m fine, just need a shower.” I mumble, I throw my legs over the edge of my bed and begin the short walk to my bathroom, ignoring both of Sam and Dean’s protests and offers of help. I barely make it three feet before my world is spinning, darkening at the edges and crumbling around me.

My body collapses, colliding with the hard wood of the floor and I can faintly hear my name being yelled, but it is all drowned out by the vision dancing before my eyes. This time it is different, it’s not strangers in a different state, it’s Bobby, Ellen and Jo. They’re surrounded by vampires and it doesn’t look good. All of them injured in some way, Bobby worse than the girls. They stand in a circle, their backs together and weapons raised in front of them. I know what is about to happen and I try to scream, try to warn them in some way, to move faster to run! But nothing comes out, my voice but a silent whisper in my throat. I am forced to watch as the vampires kill them, their bodies falling to the ground and, and then it is gone.

My eyes fly open a scream bubbling out of my throat, terror filling my every nerve ending. Dean’s above me, his voice shushing me, telling me that I am safe, nothing happened and that everything is okay, but nothing is okay. Bobby, Ellen and Jo, They’re all in danger.

“Sam, call Bobby right now, tell him not to go on that vampire hunt.” Sam hesitates, his eyes trained on me and filled with questions. But there’s no time. “Now, please! I had a vision!” I snap, putting all of the emotion I can into those words, trying to convey just how urgent they really are. Sam nods, still silent, but pulls out his phone and leaves the room to call Bobby. I take a couple of breaths, trying to focus on my surroundings once again. I am on the floor, Dean cradling me in his arms, his eyes trained on my face concern and confusion written through every inch of his skin.

“How did you know about that hunt, Y/N? Bobby just told us about it five minutes before we came in to wake you.” He says, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of my face, his touch comforting me slightly.

“I-I, promise not to be angry with me?” I ask, letting out a rather large sigh. He hesitates, but nods in agreement and I begin to explain. “You know about the visions that I have, they’re normally happy predictions. But ever since the last hunt, with that damn witch that got away, my visions have changed. All of them are now predicting death and tragedy. I’ve had one everyday this last week, all of them have come true. I’ve seen it on the news or in an article online. Before today, they were all strangers, but now, today, it was Bobby, Ellen and Jo. I couldn’t bear to let anything happen to them Dean, God what if I wasn’t in time?” I ask, tears beginning to form in my eyes. He hushes me, reassuring me through his touch, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. Sam comes back into the room, his phone still clutched in his hand. His face slightly pale and concern etched throughout his features.

“I got through to Bobby, he’s okay. So are Ellen and Jo. They were about to leave when I called, but they stopped when I told them you had a vision. Bobby wants to talk to you about it all when you are feeling up to it, Y/N.” He says, I nod in response, relief washing over me, they’re okay. They’re not going, which means they won’t die.

Dean takes a minute to repeat what I had told him to Sam, the tension in the room growing every second. Sam is angry, Dean is angry and I am tired, oh so tired. These premonitions have really started to take it out of me physically and mentally. I listen to the boys discuss the steps that need to be taken, the witch has to burn. Sam volunteers to go and Dean agrees to stay behind with me.

“You should both go, I’ll be fine here on my own.” I argue, trying to offer them a reassuring smile, but neither of them buy it. Sam shakes his head, his mouth parting to answer but Dean beats him to it.

“In your dreams sweetheart, there’s no way in hell that we’re leaving you here alone. You fainted, you could’ve smacked your head if I hadn’t caught you as you fell. One of us is going to stay with you until this witch is dead. Don’t even bother arguing, you’re not going to win.” He adds on the last part as he notices my enthusiasm towards disagreeing with him. I close my mouth, exhaustion sweeping back over me. Dean notices and carefully carries me back to my bed, again ignoring my protests. He sets me gently on the mattress and I eagerly roll onto my side, resting my aching head onto the cool, soft surface of my pillow. He tugs the blanket over my body, pressing another kiss to my forehead. He makes up some excuse about it being the best way to check my temperature, but I don’t mind. He plants himself in the chair by my bed, pulling out his laptop. His presence enough comfort and safety to lull me into a peaceful sleep. They’ve got me. Sam is going to go take care of the witch and I will be okay. Those were my last thoughts before I was pulled into the blanket of sleep.

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