#i’m trying to pick up who the near witch is in the story

[teartra]

TOH X THE NEAR WITCH

So The Near Witch by VE Schwab was not my favorite book last May but oh boy did it give me some idea.

It’s a story of a town called Near (in this draft, Gravesfield) a stranger appeared in town, followed by a disappearance of a young boy

Characters

The characters might not be the same in the book because I’m trying to find a way to fit them with the TOH counterpart so I may change their personality, age, and relationship to each character

Luz Noceda (Lexi Howard): 14 years old tomboyish girl who lived with her mom, Camila, and her little sister, Vee, at the edge of Gravefield because her father was a hunter. Luz was very close with her father, Manny, who died a few years ago. Her father used to tell the story of his adventure as a The Village Protector and how witches used to live among humans in Gravesfield

Amity (Cole): a mysterious stranger who arrived at Gravesfield. She was a witch who can manipulate the wind. Her bio mother was a witch but she fled after Amity was born so she only lived with her father, Alador, and stepmother, Odalia, who were both humans. But after her father died due to sickness and a big accident that happened in her hometown, she decided to flee to Gravesfield

Vee Noceda (Wren Howard): Luz’s 10 years old sister. She didn’t remember much about her father but Luz always told some stories about him and his adventures

Camila Noceda (Mrs. Howard): Camila was not herself after her husband died. Her grief caused her to grow more quiet although she desperately wanted to reconnect with her daughters

Caleb Wittebane (Otto Howard): Hunter’s father and Luz’s surrogate uncle since Manny and Caleb were very close with each other, both of them were hunters. After Manny died, Caleb gained Manny’s old title as The Village Protector. He was VERY protective of Luz and Vee especially after Manny died. That caused Luz to be very distant from him

Hunter Wittebane (Tyler Ward): Luz’s 16 years old cousin who used to be very close with her. His ambition to be the next Village Protector made him follow his father’s path and never wanted to fail him (although his father never expected anything like that from him) this caused Hunter to be protective of his cousins and distant Hunter and Luz’s relationship

Philip Wittebane (Bo but mostly original character): Philip was Caleb’s brother and Hunter’s uncle. He disliked Caleb’s fondness towards The Nocedas especially Luz due to her odd personality and the way she dressed. He was one of the council who may or might not be the reason behind the disappearance of witches around Gravesfield

Eda and Lilith Clawthorne (Magda and Dreska Throne): both were witches who lived at the edge of town, not far from The Nocedas and The Wittebanes. None of them knew they were witches except Luz and Manny. The two were very secretive to the other town folks. Eda was more open to other people while Lilith was more strict and wouldn’t let anyone inside their house. Their house was surrounded by a garden that’s usually maintained by Eda

Willow (Helena Drake): Luz’s childhood best friend and the only person who could connect to her (aside from Vee). Willow grew into the more popular crowd but still maintain her relationship with Luz.

Gus (Edgar Drake): Willow’s 10 years old neighbor who was very close to her. He was also Vee’s best friend. The story started when he went missing and the stranger, Amity, was assumed to be the cause of it. Since his father was one of the town’s councils, it triggered the massive search in town

I’ll put King along the way don’t worry. We need more kids to go missing

[lateatnewyork]

Hii could I request a brennan story where they have been dating for a while and the reader is a kind of witch type but also very clumsy so she goes to brennan a lot for mending or they might be sitting together and he'll look over and she'll have a new bruise or scratch and he'll be like when/where did you get this ? And she's like idk with a lot of fluff

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Bruises

Brennan Sorrengail x witch!reader, Xaden x sister!reader (mentioned once if u squint)

Warnings: fluff, suggestive

Prompts: N/A

Summary: You come to Brennan for mending and he notices a bruise that he hadn’t seen before.

a/n i love brennan 🫶🏻

Fucking Xaden, why did he have to go so hard in today’s lesson? I have bruises all over my body.

It’s like he purposefully went harder on me than the others. I climb up the stairs to Brennan’s room, wincing as I reach the top.

Clutching my stomach, I knock on his door. My shadows nip at the skin near my bruises trying to help me. “You’re not helping” I hiss at them.

“My love? What’s wrong?” He questions as he moves away from the door to let me in, “Fucking Xaden beat me up, I’m gonna get him good tomorrow,” I breathe out when he places me on his table.

“Before you start getting ideas to murder your brother, let me fix those,” his lips capture mine in a kiss that leaves my mind blank and my cheeks blazing.

Shadows tug on my t shirt lifting them up to reveal the bruises to Brennan, they’ve always liked him more than me.

“Darling, you have to be more careful, you come to me almost more than Violet used to go to Nolon.” Concern laces his voice as he mends the bruises.

I point to a place above my rib for him to mend and a couple more places around my stomach area.

The shadows disperse once they see Brennan getting to work on the bruises one by one. They come back to the healed skin, their soft, cold caress soothing my skin.

“All done, sweetheart,” Just as I’m about to hop off his table and get ready for bed, his hands hold me down and he pulls the t shirt up again.

“What are these bruises?” He says motioning towards the red marks on my hips. Confused, I look down to the marks he was looking at.

Seeing them, I let out a giggle, he looks up at me confused, “This is not funny love, if someone’s hurting y-”. I cut his concerns off and laugh out loud.

Looking at his bewildered expression, I try to explain without laughing “Those are the marks from last night,”.

His cheeks take on a deep shade of crimson, cupping his cheeks, I look into his eyes and whisper “You’re cute when you’re flustered you know”.

“I’m sorry” he begins to sputter out but instead I attach my lips to his.

“I like it when you mark me” I mutter out. He growls and kisses me hard. I gasp in his mouth when he picks me up by my thighs and presses my back into the wall.

My shadows pool at his feet, running up and down his thighs.

My hands run through his auburn hair, tugging and pressing at the places he likes. I smile against his lips when he groans into my mouth.

Tugging on his shirt, I whine into his mouth begging him to take it off.

“Brennan please,” I whimper.

He guides us to the bed our lips crashing into each other. His shirt comes off and my fingers deftly reach to undo his pants.

Panting he pulls away, “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,”

BONUS SCENE

“Brennan, can you mend my fin-” Violet opens the door and steps into the room. Brennan and I were in a rather compromising position, him on top of me, shirtless, while my shirt had ridden up to reveal a bit of my bra.

We’re both frozen in place, but Violet is quick to shut the door and leave us alone. Just as we’re about stop resume our actions, Xaden barges into the door.

“Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh, get off my sister, there’s a meeting you should be at” Xaden’s voice books across the room. Rolling my eyes, I get up and look over at Brennan, who has a pained expression on his face. He reaches on the floor for the t shirt we had discarded.

Stepping out the doorway, I wait for him to come out. “You’re a real hypocrite you know that,” I say to Xaden, who has his arms crossed.

“You yell at anyone who disturbs you and Violet during your me time, but then disrupt others” I start ranting, “Like honestly, I feel bad for Violet because she has to be stuck with your broody presence,”

“Your sister does have a point, you are a hypocrite,” Violet joins in.

“No wonder why dad liked me better,” I scoff.

“Well he didn’t seem to like you enough to make you the ruler of Tyrrendor,” He counters.

“Please, you only got it because your the oldest and self appointing yourself as king doesn’t count,” I argue.

“I’m the oldest by 2 minutes” Xaden looks annoyed now. Good.

“Yeah and the two minutes of peace I got while being in Mum’s stomach was probably the best time of my life.

The door opens and Brennan steps out. But neither, me or Xaden, stop glaring daggers at each other.

I smile in satisfaction when he pulls away first.

“Hurry up, Brennan,” He growls out.

Brennan buried his face into my neck, “Your brother’s going to make me have blue balls,”

“Come back soon enough, and I’ll take real good care of your balls honey”

a/n hope you liked it 💕

[imaginefan]

Safe With Me

Jeremy Gilbery X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 793

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a story about Jeremy saving you from damon ? He stakes damon to save you, cause there wasn't another way to stop him.

Warning: Reader almost dies, strangling

The witch that had taken to terrorising you and your friends had a dangerous skill for being able to turn the vampires of your group against you, the first person that she had managed to get her hands on was Enzo, he attacked Bonnie but she easily knocked him out after sensing the magic following him. She easily tracked it back to the woman that had just moved into town.

You and Jeremy were out scouting around, you saw her at a small coffee shop so you stopped in there, you wanted a drink anyway so you went to get your drink while Jeremy found somewhere to sit that gave you a good view of the witch that you were following. You turned to walk over to the table, noticing that the witch had moved to sit in front of Jeremy, you walked over “I know you said you didn't want anything but I got you this cause it’s going to be a long day.” You said as you sat down next to him and put a drink that you did get him in front of him. “Thanks.” He rolled his eyes despite the situation. “Who’s this?” You asked. “I’m Jess. I was just wondering if there was anything worth seeing around here since I've just moved here.” She explained. “Oh well this town isn’t much for sightseeing to be honest.” You answered. “Anything in particular that you're looking for?” “I don’t know, this was the only place that I could afford to move to, probably because of all of the incidents around here.” She shrugged, she was selling the normal person vibe a little too much and even if you didn’t know something was going on with her you definitely would have thought it by now. “Yeah we grew up here, it’s changed a lot since then.” You shrugged. “Yeah those Salvatores moved in around the time that everything started didn’t they?” She asked, you frowned as you looked at Jeremy. “Did they?” You asked. “Do you know them?” “I don’t… a family member did.” She answered. “I don’t think they’ll remember them.” “Oh, well we’ve got to go but um good luck settling in.” You smiled as you stood up cup in hand, Jeremy following after you.

Everyone was supposed to be meeting at the boarding house, it seemed like you were the first one there, that is until you heard the crash coming from the living room, you rushed into the room to find Jeremy wrestling with Damon “Hey! What’s going!?” You asked. “(Y/N) run!” Jeremy yelled but before you could move Damon was in front of you, you stepped back ready to run but Damon grabbed you around the throat, your legs kicked out as you and you scratched at his hands trying to get him to let go but he didn’t seem to feel it. Black was starting to take over your vision but before you completely blacked out Damon dropped you, you fell to the floor but caught sight of the stake sticking out of his stomach before Jeremy filled your vision sliding to a stop next to you. “Hey look at me, you're okay.” He said softly as he picked you up, holding you close to his chest as he got you out of the house, when you both made it outside Bonnie and Caroline were walking up to the house. “Don’t go in there Bonnie, she got to Damon, I don’t know how, he grabbed (Y/N).” You felt him move your hair from your neck where you were sure that there was a bruise. “I staked him, he wouldn’t let her go, someone should check on him, I don’t think that it was anywhere near his heart but I wasn’t really looking.” “He’s still inside?” Caroline asked, you assume that Jeremy nodded because you heard her move towards the house. “You think that you can stand now?” He asked. “Y-yeah.” You answered, he gently lowered you to the ground not taking his hands away from your arms until he was sure that you were stable, they didn’t move far though, gently tilting your face so that you were looking at him. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Like someone strangled me.” You answered and he huffed out a laugh in response as he twisted your head to look at your neck “is it bad?” “It’s definitely there.” Jeremy answered. “Thanks.” You smiled and he shrugged before pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad that you're okay.” He breathed “Thank you for saving me.” You said softly. “Anytime.” He promised, squeezing you tighter “come on let’s get you home, I can stay with you tonight if you like.” “Yeah let’s do that.” You nodded.

Requests and general question!

[j2d3]

Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad hatter x reader | pt 2

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

I wake up in the same room I fell asleep in, my mouth isn’t covered, my hands aren’t tied and neither are my legs. Though at the same time Jefferson’s arms are wrapped around me tight.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

“What did you do to Emma?” I would struggle to get out of his arms but I should know the type of man he is first.

“Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s perfectly fine.” I look up to his gaze, still stuck in his arms. It’s almost as if I’ve been in his arms before.

“Oh well you look at that, I have to check up on Emma! Catch you later Y/n.” Just as I’m about to question what he’s going to do to me as he leaves, he grabs a rope to tie my hand to something.

“Don’t try anything.” He jumps up and leaves the room a little joyful. I at least thought he was going to be smarter than that, I managed to do a trick a learned- well I actually I don’t quite remember where I learned this trick I just know that it helps me get my hands out of being tied.

I slip my hands out of the rope, carefully not trying to get rope burn. While making sure to be as quiet as possible, my eyes wander around to see if there are any possible weapons I could use in this room. There, there it is. I reach to grab a vase, holding it in my hand as if it’s lethal.

I slowly and quietly make my way out the room, taking observations as I walk out to the hallway. I could hear faint talking in a distance, of whom I could I assume is Jefferson and Emma. I walk towards the room where I hear the talking, I know it’s not the smartest move but I’m hiding near the door behind the wall so he can’t see me. I’m planning when he walks out the room I’ll hit him with this vase, quickly pick up a broken vase shard and run to save Emma.

For now I just eavesdrop, listening on what Jefferson and Emma are saying.

“I know what you refuse to acknowledge Emma, you could save us all you know but you need to open your eyes first.”

“What are you talking about?!?? Your crazy, your a psycho!” Emma yells in distress.

“I want you to make a hat Emma, with your magic.” Okay now this guy sounds crazy, I scoff but not too loud.

“A hat…the hats, the tea, your psychotic behavior. You think your the mad hatter ?” Emma says in disbelief, I don’t know why but the mad hatter sounds so familiar to me, like I’ve met them before.

“My names Jefferson.” He says so calmly, like he has so much patience.

“Okay you’ve clearly glommed on to my kid’s Henry’s thing. There just stories, the mad hatter is in Alice in wonderland. A book, a book I actually read.” It surprises me really, what is the Alice in Wonderland book? who is the mad hatter?

“Stories…stories, I’m not a character you see. I’m real with a name. And right now your the only one that can saves us, you just need to believe in it, believe in magic. You and your friend Mary Margret are not leaving here till you make my hat, make it work!” Why didn’t he say I could leave too? What does Emma have to save?

A few minutes pass by of listening to their conversation, I hear Emma soon get to action by hitting Jefferson with something I can’t quite put my finger on. I run in the room with a vase in my hand, Jefferson surprised to see me while trying to recover.

“Come on Y/n, let’s go!” We run out hand in hand, looking for a room Mary Margret may be in. Finally we find her, tied to a chair, with duct tape on her mouth. Emma unties her arms while I untie her legs, Mary Margret rises out from the chair taking of the duct tape from her mouth.

Jefferson comes in the room and runs to Emma, pulling her hair till Emma punches him. I run with a vase in my hand hitting him with it, grabbing Emma to protect her. He then grabs the gun that he dropped and points it at Emma, I could only look at him not knowing what to do.

There’s a look in his eyes that makes me doubt what I did deep down inside me, doubt hurting him. I don’t know why but it just did, his eyes burn in mine for second before returning his eyes to Emma. Putting on a hat, before smiling. There’s a scar on his neck as where his scarf used to be.

“Off with his head.” Jefferson madly says, grinning wide. Unaware that Mary Margret has picked up a hammer, she creeps up behind him hitting him with it causing his back to turn on the window. She then precedes to kick him out the window, which was very badass.

“You okay?” She turns to ask Emma, breathing heavily.

“Yea” Emma responds and all three of us head to the window, to see where he landed I guess. We all stick our heads out the window, looking at the floor. And to our surprise he wasn’t there, I mean his hat was there and broken shards of glass but not him.

“Well that’s weird, where could he have gone?” Emma says what we’re all thinking before we all look at each other in confusion.

“Let’s just go, I think we’ve had enough.” I said after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

On the drive back to town center I can’t seem to be at ease, there’s something about him I just can’t put my finger on it. He acted different towards me then he did Emma and Mary Margret, but it’s not just that. Does he think we’re all characters? There’s so many things I’m confused about but there’s one thing I’m not, I know I will be seeing him again.

[darling-answers]

Heyy :) Could I request a f!reader who is a new Overwatch recruit who falls in love with Kiriko? Basically friends to lovers? Thank you! 💕

Day Three

Friends to lovers?

Side note: I’m never good with writing with Kiriko as I don’t find her Cool or entertaining to me so I really tried my best, this was in my request for a while so thank you for being so patient.

How could you not fall in love with her. She was a strong, Caring and understanding person. Kiriko Kamori a fierce protector of the vulnerable. She was everything you wanted to be. On your first day of being an Overwatch agent she was the first to greet you, the one who introduced you to important Overwatch figures and got you use to your team.

You guys became so close almost a tight bond, but as the months passed it became harder to ignore those more intimate feelings, falling in love was already a big step but falling in love with your best friend the one that holds you in close regards is almost to much.

Every time she is around it feels like your heart is about to explode with nervousness, it picks up and start humming it tunes in your ears, your hand shake with anxiousness, your breath is gone almost become deathly short as you try to calm yourself. How could one person cause such feelings in your heart. She just had that charm to you that you couldn’t resist.

She had the most loveliest hair color, it was unique to her herself. The green was like a paint color that was eye catching in it own way . Her brown eyes was warm and inviting. Her voice was that of Rich Melody, a melody so captivating and powerful. The way she was so kind to you instantly drew you into her, like a spell that a witch casts.

You were so deep in your thought of her you blinked out a thought to realize she had stopped talking. Her lips were curl upwards into a smile as she titled her head a little, her hand held her head up as she rested her pointer finger on her temple.

“ were you so captivated by my Story that you got lost into a daydream or was it that boring?”

She muttered as she chuckled to herself seeing you come back to the present, your eyes growing bigger as your face became redder and trying to explain yourself caused her to become amused.

“ it not like that I promise your story was interesting”

You explained your hands coming to wave it off as she stared at you with an eyebrow coming to raise up. A small noise comes out of your mouth stumbling and stuttering.

“ uh huh. Yeah.. totally.. you were so daydream even after I stopped talking you were giving me that look you always do when you start daydreaming it fine if my story wasn’t interesting.”

She chuckled as she ate some of her food. She ate some shrimp, fruit and Warm vegetables that was at the cafeteria. You had gotten yourself cheesy broccoli soap and bread. There was rare days you guys actually had time to sit down and eat, most of the time agents would need to rush to eat, the world need heroes and working international mean you guys were always scattered.

When kiriko saw you were ready to go she took your and hers food and made her way over to the trashcan throwing the empty food away. Than lifting the empty plates up she placed it on the shelf before she turned to look at you, giving you one of her signature smiles

“ you’re ready to go right? We got work to do.”

You follow her across the busy cafeteria to a long hallway there was windows which showed the city. the bright sun beamed down upon the window casting a shadow to parts of the hallway that didn’t have a window near it. Rushing to catch up with her, both of your guys feet tapping at the hallway floor. A quick glance to Kiriko relaxed face had made your heart flutter again.

“ shit..”

You placed a hand on your head as you walked behind her trying to snap out of it. The thoughts, the sensation you had been feeling cause of her. Turning to look at Kiriko, She slowly turns to look at you meeting your eyes as she had seen you been staring at her.

“ you got something on your mind it seems like your brain about to explode?”

She snorted at her own joke as she raised an eyebrow. She moved to placed a hand on your back teasingly. The contact of her hand felt like a zap of shocked and reality as you shuffled your back away from her touch. Letting a short cough come out of your lips you were straightforward

“ Kiriko! There something I truly need to talk about and I would like for you to listen. Actually listen.”

She looked at you with a little tilt of her head as she placed her hand that was on your back onto her hip stopping her movement of walking down the long hallway to the training room. Her mouth moved to form a little smile her brown eyes stared at your nervous form.

“ okay… so spill?”

She casually said as both her eyebrow comes to raise a little up. Her Greenish hair settled on her face so nice. Her tone of voice seemed sincere but also had a little sassed behind it like how she always did when talking with Hanzo or Genji.

“ I like you, like more than just friends…”

Clinching your fist you spilled it, the amount of buildup the days, weeks, the month of coming to the conclusion and finally blurting it out felt like a relief that swallow you whole. She looked at you with a blank expression before laughing a little, her hand waving infront of her face.

“ I’m sorry that was uncalled for, I’ve noticed for a long time and it took me teasing you that you finally decided to talk to me about it.”

She gave one of her sincere smile the ones that made your heart clinched in desperation but also one of nervousness.

“ I liked you to, that why I wanted you to realized it and spill the confession before I made it to obvious that I had wanted to take our relationship to a bigger stage.”

The reality the big moment of you spilling your confession had finally happen, she had knew all along and was just waiting for you to confess, not knowing to be grateful, angry, frustrated or happy with everything all at once. It was only registered after coming out of your thought that Kiriko had hugged you, with such a firm and warm feeling.

“ thank you… thank you for everything truly.”

She snorted at your words as her cheek comes to rest on your head, moving her hands to come rub your back.

“ don’t be.. thank you for never giving up on me.”

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Long awaited kiss - Lukadrien June Day 11, 12 + 13

So I had the idea for Winx Club, it's not the same Winx Club au I've done before, this is different. I did try diving a little into the lore throughout the story but if it seems interesting, maybe I'll make a post about what I imagine this AU to be like. Anyway, it ended up falling into three prompts so I mixed them all. Enjoy.

@lukadrienmonth

Royalty Another fandom au Magic

Adrien- fairy of the sun

Luka – fairy of sea

Nath – fairy of art

Marc – fairy of stories

Max – fairy of technology

Nino – fairy of music

Kagami, kim, alix, ivan (dates mylene, fairy of nature) – specialist

Marinette, chloe, felix, alya – witches

Sabrina – goes from witch to fairy

Rose – fairy of joy

Juleka – half mermaid

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“What do you think?”

Luka looked up from his phone, texting the others and took in the sleeveless tailcoat with ornate embroidery Adrien wore.

“It’s nice.”

“Nice?”

“What he means to say,” a familiar voice said, as a near identical person walked off his own clothing platform and stood next to Adrien, “is that it looks better on me.”

Felix wasn’t wrong. The Witch was more fitting in the suit, with the cravat and knee-high boots, seeing it was more his style. His put together hair and all-knowing eyes seemed to tie everything together.

“What do you think? Can I be a better Prince of Solaria?” he asked, puffing out his chest and waving, Adrien rolling his eyes.

“Ok, not for me then.” He said, pushing his cousin off the platform and pulling up the screen again. Felix sent the outfit he wore to be bought and picked up under his name, the magic dropping and leaving him in his normal clothes before he dropped next to Luka.

“How long have you two been here? I thought the plan was to go to the beach?”

“Juleka is going to meet us there, she just has to get here from Andros. The others are exploring and we’re meeting the Specialist at the beach. Are the other Witches coming?” Luka asked.

“Marinette dragged Alya back to her home planet though she will be there for the coming out ball. She’s been getting flack for being controlled by Lila. As if half the school wasn’t under that fox’s spell. Literally.” Felix said. “They’re only bothering her because of her whole easy ability to use both fairy and witch magic, so half of them think she acts likes she better than she is. It’s like they’ve never had a conversation with her.”

Most of the Witches at Cloud Tower were, well, as nasty as their magic typing casted them as. They weren’t any nicer when there’d been a dark force operating from their school during first year and draining the school to summon dark creatures to attack everything with the Magix dimension. Not even when Chloe had been the person the dark force was after, her and her sister Zoe.

Second year revealed said force to be Lila, or whatever her actual name was. She managed to take control of Marinette and used her ability to use both sides to locate and collect to codexs of all the schools and Pixie Village to reach the Realix dimension and the Ultimate Power. Even after all that, it seemed they still stuck to being rude and mean.

“I’m assuming you took care of them?” Luka asked.

“Oh no, Chloe took care of that. No one is allowed to bully Marinette except her. But enough about them, let’s talk you two. How have things been since the final battle?”

Luka looked back at Adrien, who switched to another suit that didn’t look good. During said battle where Marinette was stuck in the mind controlled dark version of herself, the Fairies, Witches and Specialists tried fighting Lila, anything to get an advantage over her. Adrien hadn’t been there originally, at the entrance with Nathaniel to keep the monsters Lila had from storming them. Luka had been fighting against Lila and one of her hits managed to get him really bad, slamming into the ground hard enough his transformation dropped. His injuries were bad, like really bad. He didn’t remember much before Marinette snapped out of it and used her own healing powers on herself and the others, but he did remember Adrien begging him not to go.

And a kiss. Luka would have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating with the blood loss, had Adrien not gone completely red when he woke up. They hadn’t spoken about it since.

“Well, I’m here and the others are, around.”

“Uh huh.” Felix said. “You two haven’t said shit have you?”

Luka didn’t bother responding when Felix knew the answer already.

“Ok, this. this is the one.”

Luka turned from Felix’s knowing look to take in what Adrien put on.

“Wow. Much better.” Felix said. Luka was finding it hard to find words.

“Do you like it?” Adrien asked, looking nervous.

“You look amazing.” Luka was eventually able to get out.

“And on that note, let’s go pay and meet the others. Or you two can catch up on your own.” Felix said, trying to throw them a bone.

“Ah, it’s ok. Luka’s coming with me to the castle first.”

This was news to him but Luka nodded.

“Alright then. Food and then beach?”

“Well, we actually have one more stop, but you can go ahead, we’ll meet you there.” Adrien said, his order sent ahead and got off the platform, left in his clothes. “Luka has an appointment to get to first.”

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The trip to the beach had been cut short when the waves went out of control. Luka couldn’t understand it, not knowing the reason for the near tsunami sized wave that appeared, only that he felt mermaids in the water nearby. Juleka had gone under looking for anyone, but she only caught the tail end of mermaid guards swimming away. The trip had been cancelled and everyone headed home to get ready to come to Solaria.

Luka was focused on his phone, biting his nail as he hoped to get a reply back from his mom. Mermaid guards were mainly in Andros and Luka’s mother worked at the castle in close quarters with the royal family.

“Nothing still?”

“No. it might be nothing but that wave was sudden. The sea was, I don’t know, not angry, but…I don’t know. it just, it wasn’t normal. Would your dad know anything?”

Adrien hummed, trying to think. His father wasn’t the best ruler and hadn’t been since his mother’s death. He was getting better, actually trying but for the most part, “Nathalie is the real person who runs the kingdom. We can ask her, assuming she’s not too busy. Dad’s on the Solarian Council but Nathalie really does the work.” Luka nodded, looking back to his phone, seeming to ignore the hair falling out of his bun. “I really like your hair. I don’t know if I mentioned it to you.”

During the final battle as the Specialist flew them to Lila’s castle, Luka had made a joke that if they made it out with minor injuries and Marinette back with them, he’d get his hair longer, a choice he’d been debating the whole school year. Luka tried arguing when Adrien told him of the appointment he made, that his own injuries weren’t minor.

“We all survived and Lila was defeated for good. If you don’t like it, just cut it off.”

His hair was now just past his shoulders when out and the blue in his hair was brighter with the new growth needing to catch up. Luka looked like a siren already in his fairy form, the longer hair made it even better.

“Thank you.” Luka said, tucking the strand back. “Everything is probably fine. we only defeated Lila, what, nearly 2 weeks ago? There’s no way that she’d regain any power that quickly, even if she could. She was essentially poisoned by Marinette’s healing powers eating into her own powers.”

“exactly. It’ll be fine.”

“Ok.” Marc said, exiting his dorm.

The group split up back to their schools after the cancelled beach day, most wanting to repack with Adrien’s invitation to stay at the castle for the summer. Those who went home, promised to be at the Solarian castle when the party happened the next day. Adrien was just hopping nothing bad would happen, that Luka’s worry over Andros was just a small thing that wouldn’t spell Lila regaining power and coming back.

“I’ve repacked my bags, but now I don’t have space for my books. Or Nath’s art supplies. He had to want to go traditional this year.” Marc finished.

“I have another bag under my bed. Just use that.” Luka said, fiddling with his phone before finally putting it down.

Marc went back into his shared room with Luka as Nino ran into the common area of their dorm.

“Alya asked for help convincing Marinette to come to the party. I have to head there before Chloe gets wind and tries her hand.” The music fairy said, grabbing his bag and pushing his suitcase towards Adrien. “Can I send my bag ahead with you?”

“Sure. call if Marinette still says no. I’ll beg if I have to. In fact, if anyone else is ready, we can head to Solaria now.” Adrien said, pulling his silver ring off his finger and tossing it, the ring turning into Adrien’s sceptre.

“We’ll be there later, you go!” Marc called, Nino agreeing as he waved and darted out the room.

Adrien shrunk all the bags and held his hand out for Luka to take. “Just us then?”

“Ready when you are.”

Arrival at the castle was quite subdued, just the way Adrien liked it. they were greeted by Nathalie and Gorilla, Adrien’s main bodyguard until he began school at Alfea.

“Your father is working on the finishing touches of your party.” Nathalie had explained when Adrien wondered where his father was.

Adrien decided not to question it too much and instead showed Luka the entire castle, from the gardens, the different hallways full of tapestries and finally, his favourite room of all.

“Welcome to the Hall of the Universe. Every single dimension is represented as a planet and it’s always spinning. The shinning one? That’s Solaria.”

“Andros, right there.” Luka said, finding the pale pink and blue planet that represented his dimension. “It’s kinda weird to think that if we decided to finish our fairy education on our own dimensions instead of accepting the invitation to Alfea, we would have never met.”

Adrien looked over at Luka, who was still focused on looking at his planet. He had to beg his father to let him attend Alfea. If he let him talk to Feragonda and have him be in a complete single, he wouldn’t have been assigned to the Kwami dorm, wouldn’t have found the amazing friends he had, would have never gotten the chance to meet Luka. he would pass on Lila and everything she did but everything else, he’d do all over again.

“What?” Luka asked.

“Oh, uh…nothing. Come on, I’ll show you to your room while I go find dad.”

______________________________

Felix picked up another jewellery box and opened it, blinding both him and Luka with the bracelet’s shine.

“Moons below, that’s gaudy. No surprise there though.” he said, looking at the not left with it.

Adrien was speaking with his father and Felix had arrived with his mother as Luka was trying to decide how to keep himself occupied. Felix wanted to poke around Adrien’s gifts and Luka needed advice and a bit of help, which was why he wasn’t stopping the Witch.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I asked my mother already; she doesn’t know what’s going on with Andros.” Felix answered.

That was helpful to know but, “it’s about my present for Adrien.”

“Oh. You know, you don’t have to get him something. Most of this is because this is Adrien being formally recognised as the heir of Solaria. That and a decent number of them wanted to thank him for helping to save the Magix dimension after Lila’s first attempt at control.” Felix reassured.

Luka pulled out a box from his jacket pocket and handed it to Felix. The necklace inside was simple, a gold crescent moon and dangling from it in the centre was a stylized sun with an opal set in it.

“the sun can open into a locket.” Luka explained, watching Felix find the catch and open the empty pocket. “I was hoping you can point me in the direction of Adrien’s favourite picture of his mom. And if you think it’s a good idea.”

“I swear to Red Flame Dragon, if you don’t tell him how you feel but he doesn’t get it seeing this, I might actually murder the both of you. yes I will help you get the picture. I know exactly which one.”

“Your highness, oh!” standing in the doorway was a woman wearing a stripped jumpsuit, an oversized white hat and obnoxious sunglasses. There was something familiar about her. “Prince Felix, what are you doing in here?”

“I’m allowed to be here. Luka, this is Audrey Bourgeois, Dutchess.”

And Chloe and Zoe’s mom. The one who made sure each daughter could only handle one type of magic, which got Lila’s attention in the first place.

Magic could bend either way, some more aligned with Light like Faires and other aligned with Dark, like Witches. A person could go either way, depending on what their magic felt most comfortable in, which was why Sabrina transferred out of Cloud Tower and to Alfea after the first battle against Lila. Marinette was one of those rare people who could handle both, despite being more aligned with being a Witch. Chloe and Zoe, however, could only ever handle Dark and Light respectively. Any attempt to dive into the other side didn’t end well. doing the spells together worked, but never apart. Lila needed someone who could do both which was why she went after Marinette next when Zoe and Chloe didn’t work out. their magic had been stolen and it nearly gotten them killed, all because their mother wanted her kids to be perfect and special.

Chloe was Adrien’s best friend and he’d promised Audrey full hell when he finally saw her again after they found out the truth.

“I hope Adrien will enjoy my present; the bracelet was expensive.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll shine bright.” Felix said, point to the box he just opened. “Can I help you?”

“I was just curious if he knew that his babysitter was leaving. I saw her things being removed from her room.”

“That’s because my father’s proposing.” Adrien appeared behind Audrey and Felix closed and tossed the box to Luka to hide in his pocket again. “Dad said he wanted to use the party as a way to have everyone here so he can ask Nathalie to marry him. I don’t mind, Nathalie is going to make an amazing queen of Solaria.”

That seemed to piss Audrey off. “But she has no royal breeding.”

“And yet, she has more grace and elegance than most members of high society I know.” Adrien said, quickly looking Audrey over and giving a fake smile. he’d give that to the Witches who wouldn’t leave Marinette alone for being friends with Fairies. “If you don’t have anything else, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

_______________________

Luka blocked the sun as he watched the Specialists ship touch down. Max had to of asked to give it a go because it was one of the smoother landings.

“The party has arrived!” Nino called out as the gangplank extended and let everyone off. Nino’s suit was much fancier than the one he wore for their first-year mixed school dance. There were still music notes sewn into the lapels of his jacket. “Luka!”

“Welcome to Solaria guys. Adrien wanted to come greet you put he’s been pulled in to helping his father make the surprise perfect.” Luka said, seeing Chloe walk down and head straight for him. She started to tug at his jacket. “Marinette ask you to do her job?”

“Why do you think I’m doing it? How else am I getting her off the ship?”

“Chloe, it’s a cropped jacket! It’s not supposed to go any lower!” Marinette, dressed in a pink dress Luka knew she designed herself, rushed down and moved Chloe away. “You look very nice. The gold detail looks like suns.” She commented, adjusting his collar.

“Honestly, it kinda matches Adrien’s outfit.”

“Does that mean we’ll have an answer to the ‘will they, won’t they’ debacle?” Nathaniel asked, the mix of colours working with his white suit.

“You, do not get to judge me.” Luka remarked. “let me know when you and Marc have talked.” Luka smirked as Nathaniel shushed him while Marc came down with Alix and Kagami. “We have a bit of time before we’re supposed to join everyone in the ball room. I can give you the quick tour.”

Kagami took charge as she normally did, leading the large group towards the back doors to the castle. Chloe pointed out a few things they walked around. They started up a flight of curved stairs when Luka spotted Audrey. She was leading a girl, probably about their age down the hallway they were walking towards. There was something about her short brown hair and fox-like eyes that seemed very familiar.

“Who’s that?” Zoe asked.

“Who cares? She didn’t see us and we don’t want to see her. Come on, before she hears us.” They all went in the opposite direction, though Luka kept looking over his shoulder. When brown eyes met his, his stomach clenched and he turned away.

“Are you ok?” Juleka asked, her black dress fitting her almost like the mermaid she was.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. anything from mom?”

“No, nothing. Honestly, it didn’t go through but every channel I checked says everything is ok. It’s the other mermaids I’m worried about. I haven’t heard from them either. Do you think Adrien would be mad if we headed for Andros tomorrow?”

Luka gave her a dry look. “you say that as if he wouldn’t shove all of us onto the ship so we can all go.”

“That’s very true. Speaking of Adrien, are you going to give it to him?”

Luka nodded. “Felix has it now. I’ll get it back when we go in.”

They eventually made it back downstairs and into the ballroom. It was amazingly decked out, fit for a prince but just understated enough that Adrien would love it. Roses with starlights were all over in vases on the table, green table clothes in all shades and the faintest piano music playing. Gorilla waved them inside before refocusing on his group of guards. Kagami, Chloe and Zoe seemed at ease surrounded by so many high members of society, while Marinette and Marc looked nervous.

“What if they know who I am?” Marinette asked, hiding her face in Alya’s arm.

“Then they know a highly skilled Witch who has the ability to use Fairy magic and that’s it. anyone else tries to dig deeper will be dealt with by being kicked out. or worse, by Adrien.” Felix said, appearing in the outfit he’d chosen, the sleeveless tailcoat still looking good on him. He slipped Luka the jewellery box before looking at Marinette again. “Or I can deal with them. Can’t let Chloe have all the fun.”

“Or maybe we save the scathing comments for after Adrien’s long-awaited party?” Sabrina suggested.

“At least until after the surprise. Adrien might kill us if it’s ruined.” Luka pointed out.

Many of the group asked for answers on what the surprise was but Felix and Luka continued to not say anything. Audrey finally made it in, obnoxious ballgown and all but thankfully she ignored her daughters, which left Chloe in a better mood. Kagami was just being talked out of using her Dragon Sword as a way to eat meat on a stick when trumpets started to go off and the doors at the top of the stairs swung up to reveal King Gabriel of Solaria. Dressed in his standard white, he walked out, head held high. While Nathalie was definitely the one who ran the kingdom while he dealt with his grief, he was still a king, no matter what a person said.

“Welcome everyone, guests and citizens of Solaria. Today is an auspicious day. Today, my son is recognised as heir of Solaria. My son has been at Alfea for the past 2 years learning to become a great fairy and with time, the Guardian Fairy of Solaria. But it hasn’t been without its challenges. He has done out dimension proud though, standing against the dark force once known as Lila with his friends and saving us all. I truly couldn’t think of a better person to lead us when the times comes. Please, join me in formally welcoming, Prince Adrien Emile Gabriel Donatien Athanase Agreste, Prince and Heir of Solaria!”

Gabriel moved, starting the applause as Adrien came out. the dark grey and tan of his tunic, like Luka promised, matched with the gold throughout. The crown on his head was delicate and fitting of a sun fairy. Adrien took his father’s hand as he led him down the stairs, where everyone bowed.

“I have one more announcement to make before the party formally starts. And not to worry, I have Adrien’s permission for this. as most of you know, I lost my wife 4 years ago, the Moon Queen Emile. I turned into myself and I admit, not been a good king after her passing. But this dimension was well looked after by one of her dearest friends and a person I don’t know where I’d be without. Nathalie?”

Not a look most people would see on the woman, Nathalie was surprised when Gorilla took her ever-present clipboard and pushed her to take Adrien’s hand. She started to look disbelieving when he joined the adults’ hands and took a step back.

“Nathalie, I don’t know where this dimension would be without you. I don’t know where we’d be without you. you’ve never given up on me and try as I might, it became hard not to ignore how it made me feel. You told me that you thought Emile would be my only love and how you were fine with that. You were wrong. She’s not my only love and I know what she meant now when she told me to always keep my heart full. Nathalie, even if I was not king, I would be forever lost without you and I can’t bear to lose another I love again. Will you marry me?”

Eyes shiny with tears, she nodded, Adrien leading the applause and cheering this time. He gave his father a small box, bouncing away as he continued clapping. Luka caught his eye, sharing a smile. it was hard not to be swept up in all the love. Adrien was fine sharing the spotlight with his father and his new fiancée but if Luka was going to do this, he wanted it to just be them.

“Please welcome the first dance of your king and future queen!” Adrien called, rushing over to his friends so the adults couldn’t say no. “Stars and suns, finally! I thought he’d never propose.”

“How long has that been brewing?” Nino asked, the only one other than Chloe and Kagami who’d interacted with Nathalie the most, not to mention Adrien’s father.

“pretty much since first year. Dad’s stuck in his ways and Nathalie would never overstep if she thinks she is. But before the final battle with Lila, when we were heading towards her hideout, I called him and told him he had to. I didn’t know if we’d all survive and I didn’t want him facing another loss alone.”

“Well luckily for him, Lila is gone and his son gets to spend the whole summer break with him planning a royal wedding. I already accept my invitation.” Alix teased.

“I think it’s a sign for us all to not take things for granted. And with that, to the dancefloor!” Alya decided, grabbing Nino.

All the pairs joined them, Alix getting Zoe to join while Chloe dragged Marinette. Sabrina had been quickly spirited to the dancefloor by a court boy who caught her eye.

“Should we join them?” Adrien asked.

“Actually, can I talk to you? I wanted to give you your present.” Luka said, pointing towards the open balcony doors. “Or are you not allowed to disappear just yet?”

“Not there. Over here.” Adrien led Luka to an alcove that was thankfully clear of people. They could see the ballroom even if they weren’t seen. “So, what’s up?”

Luka took out the box Felix had given him and presented it. “Felix was snooping at your presents and I know comparatively, this is pretty simple, but I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.” Adrien reassured as he took the box. “Oh, it’s so pretty.” He said as he opened the box.

“The sun is also a locket.” When Adrien let out a stuttered breath and his smile got bigger, Luka said, “I know Nathalie has been like a mother to you and you’re really happy she’s joining the family, but I also know how much you love and miss your mom. Now you can always carry her with you.”

“Thank you. oh,” Adrien put his hand to his neck, fingering the high collar of his tunic. “I can’t wear it right now. The after party that Chloe planned, I have a different outfit. Will you help me put it on then?”

“Of course.” Luka promised. Now seemed a good a time as any. “I was also wondering if we could talk, about the final battle.”

Cheeks going pink, Adrien looked at the ground, keeping the box with his necklace close to him, like it was a pillow he wanted to hide behind. “W-which part?” he stuttered.

Luka took the smallest step forward, trying not to be discouraged by Adrien moving back. He was getting redder though. “I think you know which one. I just, I don’t want to think it didn’t happen, because I know it did.”

“You nearly dying isn’t something anyone would forget.” Adrien threw in.

“No, no I don’t think so. I know my Charmix wasn’t enough to keep me protected so my transformation dropped. I know I was hurt badly when everything hurt. I knew you were there, calling my name. your hands run warmer when you’re transformed.” Luka said, managing to get Adrien take one of his hands. “I know you were begging me not to go and I wanted nothing more than to tell you I wouldn’t. not unless you wanted me to.”

“You like giving people what they want.” Adrien reminded.

“And you like making people happy. Aren’t we a pair? I know, when it started to feel like it was fading away, you kissed me. I didn’t want our first kiss to be like that. I wish I kissed you when we were on the pavilion.”

After the battle, a party was had at Alfea and Luka had gone looking for Adrien who’d disappeared. He found him by one of the gardens, standing on the pavilion, standing in the moonlight. Sun fairy he might be, but Adrien was also made for moonlight. There’d been a charged moment when Adrien looked over his shoulder and looked at him and Luka regrated not saying anything then.

“Why didn’t you?” Adrien asked, finally looking at him.

“I’m an idiot? I can’t stop thinking about losing the chance to do it if I don’t say anything. Adrien, you’ve, enchanted me since the first moment we met. The more I got to know you and the closer we became; I just couldn’t help falling for you more. the song in your heart has been replaying in my head constantly. I want nothing more than write a symphony for it.”

Adrien let out an embarrassed laugh. “no need to go that far. You could just kiss me.”

“Can I? Kiss you and date you and be with you?”

This time, Adrien was the one to step forward, staring up at Luka. “I didn’t want you to leave because I didn’t want to lose a friend. I didn’t want you to leave because I couldn’t bare losing you, not before you knew how much I wanted to be with you.”

Not needing words, Luka started to lean down, Adrien closing his eyes when Felix came around the corner.

“Adrien, your dad – fuck!” he cried when the two sprang apart. “I have the fucking worst timing.”

“It’s fine.” Adrien reassured. “It’ll happen,” he promised, squeezing his hand in Luka’s.

Felix looked like he was struggling to walk away and let them have their kiss but he groaned and held out his hand like he normally did so he could drag Adrien places. “Your dad wants to really start the ball with a dance with you. I had better not see either of you for at least an hour after the dance.”

Adrien went to his dad while Luke rejoined the others, all of whom had looks on their faces like they had had a guess as to where they disappeared to.

“So, anything you want to tell us?” Nino asked.

“We confessed, but no kiss.”

“Seriously!” Zoe said. “We’ve been waiting for just that for like nearly 2 years at this point.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault.” Luka said as Adrien and his father went to the middle of the room. “Adrien still has duties right now. But soon.” Catching his favourite green eyes and gentle sunlight smile, Luka couldn’t help but smile himself. “Very soon.”

[chronophobique]

Librarian!Hermione comes across 7 odd books during her shift

— 789 words

It was curiosity that had pushed Hermione to pick up the book from the pile.

“Another one?” she asked Will, her colleague, as she opened it and mechanically skimmed through it. “It’s as big as a novel.”

Usually, the works recounting Harry’s childhood were biographical. And certainly weren’t as voluminous.

“That’s because it is,” he affirmed, a pile of old handbound books floating in the air behind him. “And if I’m not mistaken, this is just one in a series of seven books. I don’t know how they got here, but they’re definitely Muggle-made.”

Hermione was at a loss for words. Seven books?! How could there be so much to say on his life from an external point of view?

Unless it was from a different point of view, which was apparently the case.

Harry’s? Impossible. Surely, if her best friend had suddenly decided to try himself at autobiographical literature, she would have been one of the first people to know.

It didn’t look like it was written by Dumbledore, McGonagall, or Hagrid either. Not exactly.

Yet the narrator had to be someone who knew them personally, because how else would they know of the exact discussion they’d had on their very first encounter on the train?

Overwhelmed, the witch closed the book shut.

“Alright, there?”

“Yes, um. I’ll send them back,” she said with no real intention of doing so as she levitated the whole series towards the back room, where she hid for the rest of the afternoon.

Her speed-reading glasses on her nose, Hermione read all seven books with an uncomfortable knot growing in the pit of her stomach as she neared the ending.

One she never got to as she realised the last pages had been ripped out, which sure was intriguing but not such a bad thing, given how scarily accurate the narrative was.

Whoever had written this knew everything about Harry and his inner thoughts.

About them.

Nothing happening in those books was fictional. Well, not for the Wizarding World, at least.

“Do you know what happened to this book?”

Busy rearranging the shelves, the wizard kept his eyes on the movement created by his wand as he said, “I thought you were sending them back?”

“I was going to, but—you know, Harry is my friend, and some writers have the bad habit of distorting reality just to attract an audience, so I just wanted to make sure…”

That made him chuckle. “I’m only joking. You can keep it, if you want. It won’t be put up for sale if it’s damaged, anyway.”

“Right.”

“Just, Hermione. If you don’t plan to keep it, make sure not to throw it in some bin in front of the new boss. That’s not a good look for a librarian.”

She blinked. “We have a new boss? I thought you were—”

“Yes, you do,” a voice cut her off before the book was snatched from her hands. “And this book isn’t going anywhere without my consent, especially not in some bin. “Did I make myself clear?”

At least two heads taller than her, the blond man looked at her as if he found she belonged in said bin instead.

“Malfoy?!”

Her boss? Really?

“Did I make myself clear?” he repeated in a colder, more threatening tone, which only increased her interest for the books.

“I didn’t want to throw it away. I was going to take it home—”

“And why would you? It doesn’t even have a proper ending.”

Taking notice of their close proximity, she put some distance between them and crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’ve read it.”

Obviously. It was his story too, after all.

“And did you savagely rip out the pages too?”

She didn’t really know why she asked. It was just a feeling.

“Savegely,” he snorted. “There’s no gentle way to rip paper, Granger.”

Her eyebrows rose to her forehead. “So you did do it,” she puzzled out. “Why?”

Eyes darting around, he suddenly looked almost like he regretted giving this information away.

“That’s none of your business,” he said sternly before turning on his heel and walking towards the stairs leading to the management office. “Get back to work.”

“My shift is over!” she nearly shouted as he disappeared behind the door.

Arsehole.

“Does it matter?”

At her friend’s question, she heaved a long sigh. “Not really. I just—don’t understand why he would do this. And I refuse to believe it’s because it’s Muggle-made, so don’t even think of bringing it up.”

“Fine, I won’t,” he said with a shrug before nudging her with his elbow as he always did every time she got upset. “Maybe the epilogue was trash, eh? What’s this book about, anyway?”

[hija-de-bruja]

Hello ✌🏽☺️ for the bookish questions i choose 21, 25, 26, 43, 48,49 and 50. Thanks

21: Best winter read?

Ok so the first thing that comes to mind is The Time Travelers Wife ~ I don’t know if it’s considered a winter read, but I personally read it during the winter years ago, and there are winter scenes, one being quite extreme.

25: If you could be a character from a book for just one day who would you be and why? (Bonus: any specific day in the story?)

Shiiiiiit ok - I would fucking love to be Stephanie Plum. To meet Grandma Mazur, chill with Lula and have some Joe Morelli?! 🥵 all while being a Bounty Hunter? Yes please! Hopefully it’s a day her/my car doesn’t blow up 🤣

26: If you could be a character from a book for their entire life who would you be and why?

Mmmmmm damn this is a hard one. If I try to put too much thought into this it will probably never get answered so I’m just gonna pick… Rachel Morgan - she’s a witch who lives and works with a faerie and living vampire. I stopped reading the series a while ago, but I think I want to pick it back up now!

43: Are you the kind of person who reads several books at once or the kind of person who can only read one book at a time?

I used to be able to read only ONE book at a time, but now that I’m reading different types of books and learning to read what I’m in the mood for, I can have 3 books going at once.

48: Where is your favorite place to read?

Anywhere 🫶🏼 I don’t have a specific favorite place.

49: When is your favorite time to read?

Early in the morning, before anyone is awake, while I enjoy a cup of cafe con leche 🫶🏼 ☕️

50: Why do you love to read?

Lots of reasons, but mainly because it’s an escape. And if I’m reading something near and dear to my heart or trauma, it’s comforting.

Thank you, @doloreschanal for sending this!

[vacantgodling]

I've been keeping up with your stuff but I gotta know... how many stories do you have planned out? Your creativity is astonishing & I'm curious what all irons you have in the fire rn

aww well, firstly thank you for keeping up with them bc i know it’s a lot and it probably seems like i’m just pulling ideas out of a hat at this point 😭 however i will offer you some insight to my madness:

tl;dr i’m an idea hoarder

planned however isn’t like always the case with all my stories. i generally separate my ideas into 3 camps:

stories where i have the characters + plot thought out or planned out (most developed and ones i usually write for and ramble about)

stories where i have a half baked idea—so it’s usually either a bare bones plot, bare bones characters, or a little bit of both

stories that are mostly vibes. even if i have certain aspects thought out there’s like entirely too many holes to make anything coherent & i need to think on them more lol.

so with that in mind here’s the (technical) list of all my ideas, ig with a lil summary for the ones i haven’t really mentioned before, as a treat! my goal is to make proper wip intro posts for all of this shit at some point LOL but it’ll take a bit 😅

PARAMOUR (including requiem for the monochrome, prim and provocative, and empire)

VAMPIRES DON’T TAKE ROAD TRIPS / vdtrt (including laurent and the one human he fell in love with)

THE LIMINAL SPACE SERIES (including donut wip, noi alone, jenna the reaper pts 1&2, jenna the witch king, and mason at the airport)

DEAD RITES

THE CHRONICLES OF LATHSBURY / tcol (including historical shit, the evondra conflict & the labyrinth collapse)

LUKEWARM REJECTION

THE GRAVES WE DUG

NAD (one day this will get a good title) — what do a forcibly turned psychic nurse (nyseah), a college student who works as a secretary of a large conglomerate (alona), and a jaded detective investigating the murder of a up and coming pop singer have in common (donte)? more than you’d think lmao. these three intersecting storylines take center stage in the corrupt city of new mananza, leading to the exposure of a horrific plot that’s been in motion for near as long as the city’s been around.

CELESTIAL WEDDINGS — dagmar of dattenmaow from a young age is one of the eight hopefuls chosen to have a shot at becoming the next celestial ruler, as the previous one, rava, died extremely prematurely. in order to have a chance, he and the other hopefuls must travel to each of the eight spheres (or lands) to woo a member of the royal family for their hand in marriage, discovering what lead to rava’s death along the way. this is a poly story so dag ends up with 8 partners & everyone is nb with rotating pronouns so it’s fun :)

PURPLE HAZE (including the sequel blue jeans) — calvin and jake have been best friends since they were 5, next door neighbors always attached at the hip. at the end of their hs years everything that they had going for them suddenly comes crashing down, between jake’s suicide attempt and calvin’s long time gf hailey breaking up with him suddenly and without warning. 2 years later the two of them are on complete opposite sides of the world trying to pick up the pieces and get out of these dark spots. purple haze is a super personal story to me cuz it does take some direct inspo from my life and i’ve had cal & jake as ocs since i was 8 lmaooo. the sequel blue jeans follows their younger sisters; the twins penny and jenny (cal’s sisters) and katia (jake’s sister) and how they slowly enter adulthood. there’s a bit more emphasis on penny and katia bc the two of them have some romance to sort out, meanwhile jenny is the most well adjusted of all of them 💀

AZAB AND THE HERO’S SHADE — this is a story en progress but tldr i have a self insert oc for legend of zelda (and a side blog for it here: @breath-of-reincarnation ) however i thought it’d be cool to make an original story with some of the concepts. i haven’t gotten too far into worldbuilding but the chosen one character is azab, his love interest/the stand in for my oc is jas & zelda is princess narindi

SHROUDED IN DARKNESS— alessandra of the kingdom of darkness has always felt as though she’s been denied her people’s birthright; the ritual blinding of oneself under the light of the moon (their goddess), this is bc of a vision her mother saw when she had her. alessi doesn’t understand why she must stay sighted until she is proposed to by their sworn enemies the empire of light to end their endless war through political marriage. it seems unfair all things considered, as the empire of light has been carrying on a genocidal crusade against the kingdom of darkness for as long as anyone can remember. but it is with this proposal that alessandra realizes her purpose: she must keep her sight until she brings the empire of light to its knees by killing the entire royal family. this is very much a vengeance story and touches on a lot of dark themes and it’s pretty gory but i’m excited to write it one day

NOBLE — a heavy scifi story this is. noh bell wakes up adrift in space, with no knowledge of himself (apart from his name) and where he is. he’s found and taken in where his name suddenly flashes across a news reel as being a wanted fugitive but he can’t remember why. so he has to figure out why he’s wanted, who he is, and how to stay alive. while i don’t know everything 100% i do know that noh was a former member of the space governments police special ops super soldier program thing called the JACK&JILL project, where basically super soldiers are taken as babies, enhanced, and then assigned in groups of two to deal with shit. jacks are the brains of the operation and jills are the brawn. noh is also mute (from these experiments) & he uses sign language :)

GOD EATER — this story is mostly vibes but from what i’m understanding basically the life force of the cyber world that exists has been stolen and heaven has to descend into the underbelly to catch the culprit who stole it. in their descent, they become nevaeh and among the many cast of divine concepts and characters they meet, they find an ally in thei, the god eater, the last in a race of terrifying beings who can literally snuff out the light of gods (by eating them LMAO). this confirms the suspicion that a god is responsible for the theft of “the sun” (which is what ig we’re calling it) and so nevaeh, their guardian little bear, thei, and thei’s keeper taj along with others possibly set off to do the thing. cuz basically if the sun isn’t returned the whole world will collapse into a singularity or black hole LMAOOOO

TRAIN MASTER CHIDORI — vibes for my boy chidori!! still trying to work out the actual plot and happenings but it’s cyberpunk and fun pfff

THE VIRGIN OF MOUNT HEREDOSA — nyoka has been a ward of “the temple” (can u tell i’m great with names 🙄 this will get a better name eventually) since they were young, with the express purpose of one day fulfilling their duty of becoming a sacrifice to the gods. but nyoka REALLY does not want any part of that shit. after trying to sneak out for the millionth time, nyoka is pulled before the council of elders and is told they are next in line to be sacrificed. the only way nyoka can void this situation is if they lose their virginity basically lmao. so they start on a quest to do that & end up meeting an outcasted god who offers some “help” ahem. this story is gonna be pretty explicit and monster fucking is gonna happen tm.

THE WHITE SHIRTS — a couple of decades removed from ww3, twins prosper and jane live out their day to day lives in a small town. their life is disrupted when out of the blue men in convertibles wearing white button up shirts and black shades show up and start slaughtering people—but prop and jane are able to escape. being hunted by the white shirts (since that’s what they start calling them) leads the two of them to meeting a slightly older teen, marin, who has had a run in with these white shirts before and is making his way to the east coast. there are rumors that there’s a boat there that can take you away from the ruins of america and obvs away from the white shirts. while jane is more trusting, prop is wary of this stranger suddenly helping them but he has no choice. so the three of them start heading east and yknow. fight to survive all that.

BOYS UNDER FLOWERS — this is based off of the k drama boys over flowers bc i HATE IT. i don’t have ocs yet but basically instead of the actual storyline when that rich guy starts being shitty towards the mc, they’re just gonna plot to kill him lmaoooo

MARVIN & LINDA (or the spy story) — marvin and linda (code names obvs) are two secret agents who have just completed a job together and are waiting for extraction. they however get blindsided by a notice from marvin’s company that they won’t be extracted for two months and now they’re suddenly stuck in this hotel room together until then. it’s less about them being spies and more about two private people opening up to each other A LOT due to the close proximity with a bittersweet ending lol.

SACRIFICE — mostly just vibes. i know edgar and naja are step siblings and i think they’re on the run from a cult???? but what else is going on i have no clue lmaooo

and this doesn’t include all the ocs that i have kind of… lounging about with no real purpose yet, or any of the stories i have with my partner either lol

[sillylotrpolls]

I could never turn notifications off on these polls; I love all y'all's comments too much. ♥

#hold up lemme google something#the eagle?? the fucking bird?? the head honcho bird????#fuck it. marry. why not.#it nearly landed on grima wormtongue and i got super excited for a second#but sure we can have the bird. it’s fine.#at least it’s reliable#i know sweet fuck all about it btw sorry if it turns out the bird is jesus reincarnated and i’m a fool and a moron for not wanting some @jellydragons

#today I'm heading to real jail and not horny jail 😞 @elanna-elrondiel

#anyway that wheel has more names on it than i thought there would be @hummingbirdgf

-- Note: So you know, this is the edited list. I removed most of the more obscure names, and also the kid.

#shelob. i hate to say it but im gonna have to go with kill on this one as unfortunately i am gay @limedtown

#i almost got aragorn. but did not. and for that i kill. @joyflameball

#haldir? idk who that is tbh but it sounds a dwarven name? @deeisace

-- Note: This is hilarious specifically if you know who Haldir is/the one thing he does in the story.

#listen#i have not actually read or watched all of lord of the rings#i do not know who the character i got is#but when i google Gríma Wormtongue#i get the greasiest#evilest#little guy ive seen#and listen#what else am i supposed to pick#when the guy has a name like wormtongue#fuck 👍 @ghostly-nobody

#in the spirit of the game I must regretfully marry a tree @skulkingwriter

-- Note: There are three different characters this could refer to, and that's only because I edited out several others.

#the watcher in the water#aka the tentacle monster outside the gates of Moria#hahahahahaha#oof#i chose marry @lasenbyphoenix

#legolas. I'm gonna snap him in half like a twig#wait i forgot this is fmk. #Sexually. to be clear @charmcoin

#celeborn#I would not marry Celeborn (prejudiced against dwarves)#but I would fuck him. I wanna know what the fuss is about that he snagged GALADRIEL without any dynastic advantage to offer#my first love @silentstep

-- Note: this is a very good point, actually; how DID he land Galadriel?

#i got gorbag. which was a gollum near miss. i will not tell u which i selected but you can take my humiliation as a hint @subtly-shakespearean

#SHELOB? THE SPIDER?#well. I take her on as a beloved wife now @catboirights

#the watcher in the water#hang on gotta google something#i don’t know lotr#ah okay i see#i mean. try everything once right?#i’m on monsterfucker.website i don’t think i should have to explain myself @yeah-thats-probably-it

#King of the dead#Marry#He's flawed#but committed to growth and making amends#and really that is all you can ask for in a life partner @thecupsmith

#the witch king of angmar#he's hot but only because of the armor so kill. i'm stealing his helmet. @crystallinehorror

Before voting, spin the wheel and get a Lord of the Rings character.

Not sure who your character is? You can look them up on this Tolkien Gateway character list, or just vote based on vibes.

For the purposes of the game, assume your vote is not "LaCE compliant." (That is, fucking an elf does not instantly mean marriage or death for that elf.)

Poll concept from @pollsnatural.

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

[hellcifrogs]

Okay. alright, I needed a separate post to go in detail, because now I'm pumped! BTW I only quickly looked up the bijuus’ references to have some guidance, so they might not be all exact, I also went a bit by their appearaces alone.

Unfortunately I can’t fit the number of tails, but this is a great excuse for me to ramble about these lovely myths to anyone interested.

Ichibi Shukaku, the shapeshifting tanuki - I might be probably forgeting some, but I decided to go with an animal I like. It kinda matches how bloodthirsty Shukaku was in the begining, but it’s a bird instead. Matinta Pereira is a little owl (sometimes mistaken or also described as a potoo) that brings the news of death. Sometimes it takes the shape of a witch, other times is an old man seeking petty regenge. Another nice detail: since both tanukis and kitsunes are somewhat tricksters, the Matinta is actually sometimes related to the creature I chose for Kyuubi too.

Nibi Matatabi, the cat ghost - The obvious here would be to go with the Alma-de-gato (Cat soul) which is literally a shadow or spectral cat that appears to haunt children who misbehave, silently staring into their souls with (literal) burning eyes. Totally fits and I’d be happy with it. BUT if we take what looks the most like the beast in the series and just overall vibe, I’d have to go with Boitatá. Nothing to do with cats, just a giant fire snake with its body covered in eyes. This myth is actually closely related to the will-o'-wisp so many times the fire is made blue

Anon says “Boitatá would make a fucking awesome bijuu let’s be honest” and that is true! Boitatá IS one of my favorite myths for a reason! Not only it looks badass the legend says the snake protects fields and forests from anyone trying to set illegal fires by blinding them, or driving them into madness or just straight up killing them.

Sanbi Isobu, the sea demon - Here I picked the Ipupiará who’s basically another sea demon, though more humanoid, kind of resembling a mermaid, but more of a walrus shaped one. There are multiple stories and creatures similar to this one, but I like the older and more murderous version for this. Option TWO is another one of my favorites (another giant snake, of course it’s another snake): Boiúna, the black snake. A huge, river long, pitch black snake with flame red eyes, that just scares anyone living by the rivers by sinking ships or straight up swallowing them. Neither of these has any moral or motivation, they’re just beasts.

Yonbi Son Goku, the monkey king - For this one I went with the idea of an “Imposing monkey-like creature” and got: Mapinguari, this huge, smelly, man devouring monster. These monsters, mostly known in the amazon region, easily stand at over 2 meters tall, sometimes depicted with a single eye in the forehead and with a huge mouth full of razor sharp teeth stretching all the way to the bellybutton. They attract the prey by screaming like desperate humans and deceiving people to go help. To have this one as a source of power is nice, but wouldn’t be nearly as respectable as the original.

Gobi Kokuou, Hanging horse head and ghost whale - Okay so a horse. that’s easy: Mula sem cabeça, literally a Headless horse, with fire coming out of its neck. This one is widely known in the country so it has many MANY variations, but the shape is what matters here, so ‘only head horse’ for ‘no head horse’. Not sure how to fit the whale ghost part :(

Rokubi Saiken, the shellfish ogre - Alamoa! I’ve been told not many people know about this one?? But searching for this shellfish ogre, the wiki description fits quite perfectly with the Alamoa. She is a storm (thunder? lightning?) ghost, who appears on stormy nights dancing naked in the beaches of Fernando de Noronha. She is very pale and with near white blonde hair and attracts fishermen with her beauty and treasures, only to trap them and turn into an skeleton before killing them.

Nanabi Choumei, a rhinoceros beetle - This one was surprisingly hard, but let’s go with a simple one: Minhocão (literally big worm). Huge worm like creature living in rivers or underground that also goes around sinking ships. I would also take the ‘lucky seven’ joke and turn it around by using Caapora (out of the numerous names, this is the one I’m most familiar with), who is said to bring bad luck! Caapora can be an angry little girl, a creature with red skin and hair or even a cyclops, they ride a boar (queixada) and cause depression and bad luck to whoever meets them.

Hachibi Gyuki, the cow demon - Immediate choice: Boi Bumbá (with many name variations). It’s an annual performance/celebration telling the story of death and ressucitation of an ox. There’s a lot of dance and colorful outfits involved so it makes for a nice visual for a magical beast. BUT I also remembered a more regional one called Boi Vaquim: a winged bull with golden horns and diamonds for eyes that spits fire. How badass is that?

Fun fact: ‘boi’ is the actual portuguese word for bull/ox, but in native tupí language ‘boi’ stands for snake so we have the snakes boitatá and boiúna.

Kyuubi Kurama, the kitsune - Absolutely NOTHING to do with foxes, but I’m going to pick Saci! Simply for the trickster nature. Sacis are probably the most famous supernatural creature in brazilian mythology. They vary in shape (can be human or have goat horns and beard or bird foot), size (from tiny little fairies living in flowers to 2m tall with scales and claws), power (can create small tornadoes, grant wishes, spoil food), nature (they go from harmless and inconvenient pranks to kidnapping children and beating up animals to death), but the base look is of a pitch black humanoid creature - most times a black boy - with a single leg and red pointy hat. Option two for visuals: Maned wolf.

[rosemary-morgan]

Geralt of Rivia X F.Reader - Fear (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Summary: The abyss of every soul is unsearchable. Even for a witcher like Geralt. His mission called for his instincts, for not everything seemed to be as it initially sounded. On the one hand was a desperate husband in search of his missing wife. But his feeling warned Geralt not to trust the noble man too much...

(OC Edmont Dorian, OC F.Reader)

Read part 2 here 👈

Warning: +18!! Violence, rape, angst, domestic violence

Fear (Part 1)

"You want to hire a witcher to find your wife?" A noble man was the client; handsome and in his fifties. He wore a black doublet with red and gold ornaments. His hair was black and cut short. Already a little graying at the temples, but barely visible were the fine lines under his eyes. "There is a reason for that, master Witcher!" The white wolf crossed his arms, looking at the man whose name was Edmont Dorian. "I need some information if I am to find your wife. No games, and no secrets either because sooner or later I'm going to find out about this!" And Geralt always gave his jobs one hundred percent; as long as the payment was good. "My wife Y/N is dangerous! She's involved with black magic!" "Do you have proof of this?" Malicious witches who performed dark arts were on Geralt's list, for he didn't just hunt monsters. His job was to protect people. Even from evil magic. "I caught her by surprise! And as soon as I confronted her about it, she did this to me!" He pointed to his left eye, where a long scar stretched down to his cheek. "I see. She hurt you out of sheer panic. And after that? What happened then?" "Nothing! She ran out of the house! I tried to catch up with her, but she disappeared immediately. Out of nowhere! I haven't heard from her since. I hired mercenaries, but no one has been able to find her yet. Edmont sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark hair, and walked over to the display case where he kept bottles of alcohol. "They told me that in trying to find my wife, they had almost paid with their lives!" "You said she uses dark magic. Why do you want her back, and not just dead? I usually bring the head of the beast to my clients!" Edmont handed Geralt a glass of liquor, which he accepted appreciatively. "I love my wife, and I want to understand why she did it. I don't know her like that! This is not my lovely Y/N!" "She was different before?" asked the Witcher as he drank the liquor in one go. The Witcher was curious, for he didn't often get an assignment like this. "Quite different. Lovely, graceful and full of warmth. But she has changed. I want my wife back, Witcher. You must know, she is still very young. Twenty-five years old." Considerably younger than the Count. Perhaps she simply wanted to escape from this marriage? Or maybe she had met another man and ran off with him? "You must be aware that you cannot force your wife to stay with you. She has chosen a different path." "Witcher! I will pay you well!" "I will search for her. But that is all I can do. I am not a magician!" In the end, the witcher didn't care what would happen after his job. Edmont could also let the whole story rest, but he wanted to have his wife back with him. However it seemed that the story would end for the couple and Edmont himself would have to live with the consequences for his wife did not seem to be harmless.

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A final, critical glance followed over the painting as Y/N examined it. A brushstroke here and there before she could finish it to her complete satisfaction. She took the canvas and leaned the painting against the railing to dry; next to the many other paintings which waited to be picked up. For Y/N, art was pure beauty. It filled her with happiness and satisfaction. At last she could live her life as she wished. In a small town, near Beauclair, Y/N lived in modest but pretty lodgings on the Vermentino estate. She earned her living by selling paintings and accepting art commissions. People were willing to pay good money for her art. But of course this was not enough. Three days a week she also worked in a bakery. Life in Toussaint was carefree and there were hardly any problems between each other. Elves, dwarves and humans lived side by side. Perhaps Y/N had finally found peace in Vermentino? In the last months she had traveled from one place to another to leave the shadows of her past behind her. But again and again, they caught up with her. However, for quite some time now, the ghosts haven't shown up. "Hello, Y/N!" Y/N looked to the person who was just entering the winery. "Hello, Levi! You've come for your painting?" The young elf nodded, already holding a small bag of florin. When Y/N fetched the painting and handed it to him, the client looked at it and was more than pleased with it. He thus handed the coins to the young woman. "Thank you so much, Y/N! It's beautiful!" "I'm so glad you like it, Levi!" "See you soon!" "Goodbye, Levi!" This day was soon coming to an end and Y/N retired to her quarters, where she stowed her earnings in her little box, which lay in her bedside table. As she looked at its contents, she saw that she had accumulated quite a bit. In the last four months she had done a lot for it and knowing that made the young woman smile. It felt damn good to be so free. Nobody on Vermentino knew that this had not always been the case, and no one was allowed to know either. Y/N wished she could stay at this winery forever, living her new life. She was tired of being on the run all the time, just because her husband wanted her back at any cost. But she seemed to have covered her tracks this time. No soldiers to capture her and bring her back to him. No one was able to bring her back to this monster. So far, no one had managed it either, but Y/N was tired. She was tired of running away all the time. This silence and tranquility she was enjoying at the moment would not last. She knew that. She knew her husband and she knew he would never give in. Y/N was still struggling internally with the aftermath of their relationship. Many fears had built up inside her, so that some days she hardly dared to leave the house; simply out of fear that one day someone would really manage to drag her out of Vermentino. She didn't even like to think about what her husband would do to her if he got his hands on her. He wasn't exactly a caring man. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was possessive, narcissistic and violent. Her escape had been the only way to get rid of him. He would never have accepted a divorce...

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"Where do you want to go, Y/N? You're nothing without me!" He approached her as Y/N backed away, but she defied his gaze and withstood it. She knew there was no other way out than escape. He tried to convince her that she would not be able to survive without him. But the young woman knew that this was complete nonsense. "Don't try to make any effort. You won't be able to change my mind, and you can't hold me against my will!" Without a warning, he swept the vase off the side table that had been standing right next to Y/N. She startled for a moment, but was not intimidated. The vase fell clattering to the floor, scattering the flowers and water on the red carpet. "You're mine! You're going to stay here! Seems like a black eye isn't enough for you, huh? That can be changed, Y/N! Come here!" He reached for her, but Y/N instantly broke away and fled, but her tormentor caught up with her, dragged her to the ground, and gave her the first slap. Followed by a second. "Get off of me! Let me go!" "I'll kill you first, Y/N!" He wrapped his hands around her neck, glaring at her with infinite hate. Eyes wide, Y/N stared up at the man who had done so many terrible things to her. Now he was going to kill her? Suddenly everything happened very quickly... and yet it seemed like half an eternity to the young woman. She saw the broken pieces of the vase lying next to her and she didn't think twice about it as she reached for it, cutting her own hand in the process. The blood oozed over her wrist, but she didn't mind. She cut her tormentor right across his left eye, down to his cheek, and he let go of her, screaming angrily. It was the moment when she could take flight and finally escape from her husband...

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Y/N closed the box as the memory passed her by. This belonged to the past, but not thinking about it was difficult for her. However, she tried to live a normal life every day. She had no idea that her husband, Edmont, had hired a Witcher to find her...

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"I'm looking for a young woman!" Geralt described his target in detail. At least, he revealed the details Edmont had given him. "Don't we all, master Witcher?" the dwarf laughed as he wiped the spilled ale from the counter. Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled softly, as the dwarf obviously didn't understand what the Witcher meant. "Have you seen a woman like that around here in the last few weeks or months?" "Witcher! There are a lot of people coming here! Day in, day out!" Again the Witcher grumbled, for he saw that his questioning would get him nowhere. Thus the white wolf turned away, but the sorcerer did not give up so quickly. He would only need a few clues to pick up their trail and after that it would be easy to find them. "Witcher!" The white wolf stopped in his tracks when he was called. He glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of a man sitting at a table, deep in the corner. Being curious, Geralt approached him, for perhaps he would get some information about the lady he was searching for. "I think I can help you!" "Hm. Let's see," the white wolf said, as he took a seat. "I think I've seen the woman you're looking for! I overheard your conversation with the dwarf as you came in!" "So?" "I saw her with a group of soldiers! Three men were holding her against her will while they were happily drinking here, keeping an eye on that poor thing!" Geralt hummed softly, continuing to listen to the man's words. "When?" "Oh, I don't know. I think about five months ago?" "Mhm. Can you describe the woman to me in more detail?" Geralt wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting his time talking to the man who had already had enough beer. "A beautiful young woman! I heard earlier that you were looking for such a woman, Witcher!" Edmont had mentioned soldiers before. "Can you tell me more? About her?" "That she was scared! Those bastards treated her like dirt!" At that, the man gulped down his beer in one gulp before placing the glass back on the table with a dull thud. "I wouldn't be surprised if they raped the poor thing! Pah!" He spat to the floor, it seemed the stranger had really taken pity on the young woman. Geralt looked at the man in front of him. Calmly, he looked at every emotion on his face. Well, Geralt was just told a different point of view about Y/N. While Edmont spoke of a dangerous bitch, the stranger told of a frightened woman. "I hadn't been able to do anything for her. The soldiers threatened me when I approached them! Well, I left them alone. But I will never forget the sadness in her eyes!" It had to be Y/N. The soldiers had tried to take her back to Novigrad. "Thank you!" Geralt rose from his seat and the unknown man looked up at him, a glimmer of hope on his face. "I hope you will find her, master Witcher! If she is alive though." "If she is alive, I will find her!" And with that, the white wolf left the tavern and continued his search for Y/N.

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The days went by without anything special happeningbut something seemed to be brewing, she felt it. Y/N was already overcautious, but she did not waste unnecessary time on her thoughts, since work was calling. She took the fresh bread out of the oven and put it aside to cool down. And as she did so, memories of her former life came flooding back to her. There was nothing she could do about these flashbacks. They came unannounced...

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Y/N looked happily at her cake. Fresh strawberries and whipped cream. A dream! "Miss! What are you doing here?" Molly, an elderly lady who worked as a maid in the house, rushed over to the young woman. She seemed worried, almost upset. It would not please the master of the house at all that his wife was working in the kitchen. "Miss Y/N! You shouldn't be here!" Yes, Y/N knew this. But she simply didn't care. Her husband had no right to forbid her anything. Besides, he wasn't at home after all. So she could use the time to do whatever she wanted. "Don't worry, Molly! My husband isn't here. Don't worry!" "No, miss! He returned early from his trip! Just now I saw him enter the yard!" Molly grabbed the young woman's hands and looked at her all worried. You could tell the older lady was very worried for Y/N. And Y/N turned pale immediately. Why was Edmont already back? He would smell it. He would smell that she had baked, for her hair and clothes smelled of the sweet sponge cake. "Go! Wash and change your clothes! Before the master notices and..." But it was too late. The very next moment Edmont entered the kitchen, for he was hungry and was on his way to Molly. Aggressive and loud, he called for the elderly lady. He was vicious to everyone, but most of all Molly felt sorry for Y/N. For this one he treated especially cruelly. "MOLLY!" However, when he saw his young wife, he stopped in his movement. "Y/N! How lovely to see you dear!" "Oh, Edmont! You're back already?" Y/N did not approach him, but he approached her, and Y/N instinctively reached for Molly's hand, seeking help from the old woman without words. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Y/N forced a smile on her lips and yet her eyes spoke anything but joy. Fear was clearly evident. "Molly! Get out!" Molly didn't want to leave the young woman alone, but she had no other choice. "But of course, my lord!" Molly hurried out of the kitchen, leaving the young beauty behind. Y/N shyly looked up at her husband as he approached her. Desire blazed in his eyes. Desire for the young creature in front of him. "What are you doing here in the kitchen? Didn't I ask you to stay out of the kitchen?" "I, uhm, wanted to bake something for Molly and the other girls..." "Is that so? They're paid to serve us! You're my lady! It's not normal for a woman of high society to work for her servants!" Then Edmont reached for the young woman's hand and looked at the delicate skin. "This is ridiculous, Edmont! I just wanted to surprise them!" "You'd better think of your other duties, Y/N. Your duties as a wife!" Then he forced himself upon her, pressing Y/N's body against the counter, trapping her in between in. Y/N pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him off her. "Edmont, please. I don't feel like it!" She never felt like making love to him, but he didn't care. Just as he didn't care now. "Are you going to refuse your husband, Y/N? It's your duty!" "No! Let me go, Edmont!" But that did not stop him. He spun her around, pressing her body down on the counter in front of him, pulling her skirt over her hips. "You're mine. And you will do as I tell you!" "Edmont, No! EDMONT!" She screamed loudly, but though the servants in the house heard her cries for help, they ignored them. And Edmont forcefully pushed his manhood into her...

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Y/N silently wiped the tears from her cheeks as the memories slowly faded. It had been terrible. Edmont had done many horrible things to her and she could not forget them, only repress them. Would peace ever come to her? Edmont had destroyed her life and even now that she was in Toussaint, he made her life a living hell. She often woke up screaming as Edmont sought her out in her nightmares. Not to be forgotten were the last months of escape and fear. The men who had tried to take her back North had infrequently tried to have their way with her, but the young woman had managed to escape them every time. "Y/N?" The baker's wife allowed Y/N to leave early today, since the clientele was absent today and they had worked well ahead. The young woman would normally be happy to end her shift earlier, but it was at times like this when she was feeling poorly that she wanted to be busy. But that would surely only raise questions and Y/N had no nerve for that. So the young woman thanked him and left the bakery shortly afterwards to make her way to her home.

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The Witcher rode down the path he could deduce from the notes and made inquiries. He continued to question people and little by little, he got the information he needed to get closer to Y/N. The monster hunter followed her trail and eventually, he found an innkeeper who had been very helpful in his search. When asked by Geralt, she told him that she had recommended Toussaint to young Y/N. After all, everyone would found their place there. "Thanks!" The Witcher ordered himself a beer. After days of searching in the saddle, he was tired and desperately needed some rest. "I need a room." "Of course! Five florins a night. Without food!" The white wolf only grumbled softly, accepting the mug full of beer. "I just need a bed to sleep in!" "May it be a woman, kind sir?" Normally Geralt wasn't averse to that, but he didn't feel the need to get cozy in the warm lap of a beautiful woman. Not today. "No." Geralt emptied his beer greedily and placed the coins on the counter before rising and heading upstairs to find himself an empty room. The next day, Geralt continued his journey. The way to Toussaint was long, but three days later he would finally reach the capital of the country. Beauclair. Colorful and sunny. Quite different from the north, which was gray and desolate. The sun rarely showed itself in Novigrad. But here in Toussaint everything blossomed under the sun. This kingdom was not known as the land of wine and passion for nothing. The people here seemed very content and happy. No wonder, because the war was raging in the north and here there was no trace of it. The people of this land were open to the world. Non-Human and sorcerers were always welcome, as long as they didn't cause trouble. "Oh, a Witcher! Welcome to Beauclair!" Geralt was greeted warmly as he entered the tavern, "To the Golden Peacock." "What may I bring you?" "A beer and a hot meal." "How about stuffed quail with vegetables and herb cream?" "Hmm, sounds good. I'll have that." The innkeeper took the order, promptly passing it on to the kitchen. "I'm looking for a young woman.” And again, the Witcher described the young Y/N. Maybe someone had seen her in the last days or weeks. “A little confused, perhaps? Nervous? Supposed to be very beautiful." "Have you taken a closer look around Beauclair? This place is crawling with beautiful women!" "I mean, a woman who was a stranger to you. Who doesn't belong here. A stranger." "Ah! Well, let me think." Geralt waited patiently for the man's answer, for finally the goal was within his grasp. "Well, a young woman came here a few months ago. She's new in town. Shy and reserved. But very friendly." "Did she mention her name, by any chance?" "No. She talked about being an artist and staying temporarily at a winery. I can't tell you any more than that. But the description fits her appearance. Maybe she's the woman you're looking for, Witcher? Something wrong with her?" The innkeeper seemd to be curious. "We'll see."

[labarch]

Attempt at a Witch Hat Atelier timeline

We are still missing a lot of backstory for our main cast, but I thought I’d try and write a timeline based on what we know so far, and explore where their storylines might intersect.

I am pulling these numbers out of my hat for convenience sake, but here are some approximate ages for the characters: at the start of the manga, let’s say Coco, Tetia and Agott are all 12, Riche is 11, and Qifrey and Olruggio are 28.

20-23 years ago: Olruggio leaves his birth town Godley and moves to the Great Hall, maybe as young as 5 years old.

While many witches are born in the Great Hall, Olruggio comes from a town called Godley in the North. Yet he doesn’t remember Utowin, who came from the same place. We know that young witches usually start their training between the age of 7 and 10, but since witch society is awfully elitist, Olruggio would have been sent there as soon as his talent for magic became apparent.

Being ripped from his home at an extremely young age could explain his fear of being unwanted and left behind: he overworks himself as a way to feel useful and validated, is defensive about his own feelings, and he gets agitated and sometimes aggressive whenever Qifrey hides things from him.

20 years ago: arrival of Qifrey at the Great Hall at age 8. Olruggio befriends him soon afterwards. The both of them start sneaking out at night to chase Brimhats.

8 year old Qifrey was one fierce little thing, you have to give him that. His abuse at the hands of the Brimhats was brutal enough to break a grown man, but he picks himself up and goes right after them like “Alright jerks, you’ve got some explaining to do and I want my eyeball back!”.

Also it cracks me up that Olruggio was carrying this massive book in their flashback. Gotta love that his reaction to Qifrey’s “Let’s go chase some terrorists!” was “Sure, let me just pack my homework =>”.

Finally, there might be a slightly more selfish motivation for Olruggio’s fast friendship and devotion to Qifrey. Olruggio’s self-esteem lies in his ability to help people, so he would naturally be drawn to someone helpless. It’s unclear how much of Qifrey’s memory was missing: apparently he didn’t know about birthdays. How many other basic concepts was he missing? Did he know how to read? Between that, his lack of knowledge about magic and his injury, he was probably completely dependent on Olruggio at the beginning. Given Olruggio’s wish that they go back to “the good old times” when they were always together, I am wondering whether some hidden part of him misses being essential to someone. It’s well-intentioned, but not entirely healthy, especially if he is using Qifrey as a coping mechanism for his own insecurities.

14 years ago: Olruggio and Qifrey make a pledge of (betrothal) friendship, exchange tassels and attempt the Librarian test at age 14. It is their last adventure together, but Qifrey will continue his investigations on his own, to Olruggio’s disappointment and betrayal. Qifrey starts wearing his half-tinted glasses.

In the pledge flashback, they are wearing their old tassels, but they have swapped them by the time they undertake the third test. Also, when he remembers that pledge, Olruggio says that Qifrey’s investigation “should have ended at the Tower of Books”. The tower is the last likely place where Qifrey could have found answers about his past and a non-forbidden way of getting his eye back. Olruggio probably made him promise that he would stop his search afterwards.

Beldaruit says that he thought Qifrey had given up on his search after the third test, but Olruggio tells a slightly different story. Apparently he thought Qifrey “finally stopped causing trouble” after taking in apprentices, which means he was still behaving suspiciously right up until he became a teacher. Alaira also comments on Qifrey’s interest in the Brimhats in the first volume, so clearly his investigations were common knowledge among his friends, even as an adult.

Olruggio’s anger whenever the Brimhats are mentioned would then be caused not just by his own fear of forbidden magic, but by the reminder that Qifrey broke his promise to him, and refused to leave his past behind. Naturally, Olruggio doesn’t know about Qifrey’s change in circumstances: he is no longer looking to retrieve what he lost, but trying to stop an impending threat.

Qifrey’s discoveries in the Tower of Books also seem to have renewed his disgust towards his own scar: he starts wearing glasses shortly afterwards, even though his eyesight hasn’t yet started deteriorating.

14-5 years ago: in that interval, Coco’s father dies of illness. Olruggio becomes more and more famous for his magical items, and is given the title “Shining Torch” / “Master of Lights”. His glowstone paths become widely popular, and are installed around the castle near Coco’s mom. Both Qifrey and Olruggio pass the fourth test and complete their training.

At this stage, I really doubt that Qifrey intended to become a teacher. Whatever information he found at the Tower of Books convinced him he had to stop the Brimhats’ plan. He was probably planning to complete his training and then go straight on to his quest, not really expecting to return alive.

There are also hints that this was a strained period for Qifrey and Olruggio: Olruggio mentions that he would like them to confide in each other “just like old times”, which implies that they grew more distant after the Librarian test. I’m suspecting that Qifrey was trying to slowly remove himself from Olruggio’s life, hoping Olruggio would be so famous and beloved by the time they graduated that he would forget about Qifrey and barely notice his disappearance. Qifrey’s self-esteem isn’t the best y’all.

5 years ago: Coco receives the magic picture book from Iguin at age 7 at the Silver Night Festival. The Brimhats stop showing signs of activity. Qifrey takes on his first apprentice (probably Tetia, age 7). He interrupts his investigation of the Brimhats and creates the atelier. Olruggio becomes his Watchful Eye.

We don’t know exactly how old Coco was when she got her book, but her tiny chubby face makes me think she was 6-7. Alaira also tells us in the first volume that the incident with Coco’s mother is the first sign of Brimhat activity in five years. I am thinking that after Iguin gave away the book, he instructed the other Brimhats to keep a low profile until his scheme could hatch.

I also wonder whether Coco getting her book might coincide with Qifrey becoming a teacher and creating his atelier. Given that Qifrey is probably tied to Iguin’s schemes, how coincidental is it that Qifrey wandered into Coco’s village and set her fate in motion? Perhaps Iguin contrived for them to live in the same area so that they would meet eventually. Either he somehow influenced Qifrey’s choice of location for his atelier, or he selected Coco as his “child of hope” because of her relative proximity as well as her love for magic.    

7 years old is when we could expect Tetia to have passed the first test. For now we know little about her backstory, but we can guess a few things: she is enthusiastic and ambitious, but gets easily side-tracked by pet projects and struggles to stick to the curriculum. She craves positive feedback and is worried her spells and interests will be condemned as frivolous. It makes me think that she passed her first test early, but was then mistreated by her first teachers for being too childish.

We’ve seen that Qifrey has a compulsive tendency to adopt children in distress. It would fit his character if he became a teacher on impulse. Maybe he had to pass the fifth test in a rush to be allowed to keep Tetia by his side. This also brought Olruggio back into his life, as he was the only one willing to follow him away from the atelier as Watchful Eye.

The complicity between Tetia and Qifrey, and Tetia taking on the role of a big sister for both Riche and Coco, also make me think she was Qifrey’s first apprentice. Tetia is often shown teasing Qifrey, quoting both Qifrey and Olruggio, and imitating Qifrey’s teaching style: I can totally see them as a little family of three at some point in the past.  

4 years ago: Riche starts training under her brother’s master, a creepy asshole, at age 7.

We actually have a clear timestamp for that one in chapter 25, woohoo! Riche’s old teacher can eat a brick.

3-2 years ago: Qifrey and Olruggio learn about Riche’s mistreatment in her old atelier and promptly adopt her. Beldaruit takes on Ririfin as an apprentice. Qifrey’s eyesight starts deteriorating. He adds the light protection glyph to his glasses.

Before that time, Qifrey might have intended to put his quest on hold until after Tetia’s graduation, but now his impending blindness puts him on a time limit. He can’t do a lot about it however, since the Brimhats have been keeping a low profile for years and are not leaving him any clue.

It’s unclear how long Riche stayed at her old atelier, and whether she joined Qifrey before or after Agott. I’m hoping she made it out as soon as possible.

2 years ago: Agott passes the first test at age 10. She gets accused of stealing someone else’s spell, is rejected from her prestigious family’s apprenticeship, and joins Qifrey’s atelier.

Agott has been treated harshly by her family for not being enough of a genius. She mentions passing the first test at 10, the upper end of the normal age range. She was probably given a hard time for starting her apprenticeship so “late”, which explains why she is now adamant about passing the other tests as quickly as possible.

I wonder whether she felt ambivalent about joining Qifrey’s atelier at first. On the one hand, Qifrey was taught by the Sage of Education himself and is clearly very powerful. On the other hand, he has only a couple students and lives in a weird little school in the middle of nowhere, a big fall from grace compared to her prestigious upbringing. I wonder whether Qifrey went to find her after he heard she was the object of nasty rumours (he knows a thing or two about those), and Agott didn’t feel like she had other options.

0 year ago: Coco and Qifrey meet. Iguin goes “F***ing finally, I thought I’d have to watch that humdrum one-eyed twink bake potatoes for another five years. It’s dragon-slaying time now baby!!!”  

[ynscrazylife]

I have an idea that I can't get out of my head, It's not necessarily as ship, but it's kinda a Agatha x Reader x Wanda where Agatha and Wanda have a truce/get along eventually because Reader stumbles into the hex trying to run away from S.W.O.R.D, S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA since she's really powerful, and they both work together to keep reader safe and take care of her. It's not necessarily romantic or anything. Ps. I really love your works

Sure! I’ll keep it platonic and thank you!

Working Together For Her

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her. This is an AU where Agatha doesn’t have Wanda’s kids and only has Wanda tied up and is asking her about Westview. 

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“Now, Wanda, all you need to do is tell me how you created this fake reality, mind-controlled everyone - but me, of course - and I’ll let you go unharmed,” Agatha said with a wicked little grin as she leaned against her basement wall. 

Wanda pulled a brief, annoyed face. “I told you, I don’t . . . I don’t remember how I did this, okay?” She said, exasperated, glancing around the dark room. 

Agatha rolled her eyes and wiggled her fingers, her purple magic floating around her hand. “Fine. Then what do you remember before this?” She tried again, taking a different approach. 

Wanda parted her lips to speak but was cut off when she scrunched her face up in confusion. Agatha furrowed her eyebrows and took a step towards her, but was still cautious because this could be an act. 

“You need to let me go,” Wanda said after a couple moments, her voice firm. 

Agatha scoffed. “You really think I’ll do that?” She cackled. 

Wanda huffed, glancing at the brunette. She thought quickly and decided that the only way she’d be able to take care of this newfound problem was to tell Agatha, because otherwise who knows what would happen. 

“Someone just entered Westview - they got past the barrier. I don’t know who they are, but they’re desperate and in pain. My mind control didn’t work - I don’t know if it’s because of your magic or if this is S.W.O.R.D again or what,” she said, looking at the witch with pleading eyes.

Agatha titled her head to the side. “You stay here, I’ll go investigate to see if you’re lying,” she hissed, and then transformed back into her ‘Agnes’ costume and left the basement, heading towards the border. 

As she got closer, she was surprised to see that Wanda wasn’t lying. There was a woman near the border, stumbling around, and she didn’t seem to know where she was. 

“Who are you?” Agatha called, not bothering to pretend to be Agnes if this was S.W.O.R.D. She’d make her presence known to them sooner or later. 

The woman snapped her head to look at Agatha and seemed frightened and confused. She took a couple uneasy steps back. “I’m-I’m Y/N,” she squeaked. 

Agatha narrowed her eyebrows, nearing closer with confidence. “Are you apart of S.W.O.R.D.?” 

Y/N shook head ‘no’ frantically. “I was a Hydra experiment and I was on the run . . . I came to S.W.O.R.D. for help but they didn’t so I ran in here . . . Even though I don’t know where ‘here’ is,” she said.

Agatha narrowed her eyes, unsure of this was a lie or a trick. With a flick of her hand, her purple magic wrapped around Y/N’s wrist and dragged her with her, on her way back to her basement.

When they got there, Agatha released Wanda and told her: “See into her mind and see if she’s lying.”

Wanda glanced between Agatha and Y/N and did just that. After a couple moments, she stumbled back, a horrified look on her face.

“She’s telling the truth,” Wanda told Agatha.

Y/N looked at both women and at the peuple magic, scared and confused and hoping she wouldn’t have to run again. Thankfully, Agatha released her magic on Y/N and they introduced themselves to her - Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff. Wanda talked about when she was tricked and was an experiment for Hydra and they caught her up to speed about everything going on with Westview.

Afterwards, Wanda and Agatha walked away for a couple minutes to talk and left Y/N to process all of this information.

“You are not going to mind wipe her,” Agatha said as soon as they walked away, glaring at Wanda. She had just met this woman but there was something about her that was making the witch feel protective and wanting to help.

Wanda looked over at Agatha, her jaw open. “That girl was Hydra’s pawn just like I was! Of course I want to help her,” she said. 

Agatha nodded, “Then let’s do it.” 

They took Y/N back to Wanda’s house and Y/N sat with Agatha on the couch while Wanda got her first aid kit. When she came back, Y/N was a little hesitant to be treated medically, so instead she opted to tell them her story. 

“Hydra was experimenting ever since I was a teenager . . . I’m not exactly sure why, although I think it had something to do with my father. I don’t know really any of what they were experimenting on me for, all I know was that it was painful. I finally managed to escape, don’t know how, and found myself near Westview. S.W.O.R.D. didn’t wanna help, though, so I came here,” she said. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Wanda said, and put her arm around her. Y/N leaned into her, feeling safe in her warm embrace. Agatha looked at them and couldn’t deny her smile at how peaceful Y/N looked, but she was also a bit jealous. She took the first aid kit and opened it up, tugging on Y/N’s arm. 

Y/N picked her head up and smiled at Agatha. 

“Where are you injured?” Agatha asked. 

“Mostly just bruises I think,” Y/N said. 

Together, Agatha and Wanda patched her up and they all decided to stay over at Wanda’s house for the night. 

“What if . . . What if they find me?” Y/N asked, looking at her new friends, worried and anxious. 

Agatha and Wanda shared a look. “We won’t let that happen, darling. I promise,” Agatha said. 

She just hoped she could keep that promise.

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The House always Wins.

SO I finally got the Quackity and Revivebur story finished, and its twice the length of my normal stories because I couldn't help myself but keep writing. I tried to keep the rival banter between Quackity and Wilbur natural as best I could, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Remember to drink water and eat something today.

(also to those who wonder who the witch is that I reference here and there in my stories, I'm pretty much talking about myself since I'm working “magic” to get these stories out for you all to enjoy)

Wilbur knew that this was a really bad idea, Quackity was well known for his skills in playing cards, the few games from their time in Lamanburg showed that, but damn he wasn’t interested in the prize that was offered. He had left Ranboo to work on their newest plan while he took some time to blow off steam, it took everything in his power to not explode at the sight of Tubbo working in the restaurant, of course, the scared face bastard would do this when he couldn’t get his brother, he would just go for his best friend.

Wilbur chewed the end of his thumb harshly as he paced about in the woods where he could have some peace,” Why would he go to Quackity, he is the reason he died that day….. I needed him to fully convince Tommy.” He shook his head as he lifted his head to brush his hair out of his face,” no... I can’t keep dragging him into my things…. Fuck it…. I have Ranboo though, so I have that in my favor.” His mind went back to the fish tank though, did Quackity think he was funny for filling it with salmon, he really wanted to go back and destroy that tank, but that would just play into the subtle jeers-

“Delivery for Wilbur Soot from Lamanburg!”

Wilbur turned sharply to try and find the disembodied voice that broke him from his musing. He didn’t recognize the voice and it was really startling to hear someone in the one place he expected to be alone but was shocked to find the woods around him completely empty… no not empty, Near his feat was a letter that had a few green stains on its surface. He gently reached down and picked up the letter, running his thumb over the spots and realized that they were from slime residue...which was weird, The poker chip wax seal was very telling, however. “ We just saw each other, why would he send me a letter?” He gently slipped the small pocket knife out of his pocket and swiftly cut the top open and removed the letter, wrinkling his nose slightly at the smell of Quackity’s Cologne wafted out.

To Wilbur~

I know that we only just saw each other to discuss the wonders of our new competition. I'm sure you loved the fish tank just as much as I loved your idea of a personalized Ip for your burgers, but something interesting has come up. I think we should play a game of cards together to be a show of goodwill between us before our competition fully starts, just for old times sake. I managed to get in contact with a certain witch that roams the area and they gave me something that will make the reward for winning all the more sweeter. If this is of interest to you, meet me at the needle where we talked before with Tommy at sunset.

May your business do well,

Quackity.

Wilbur furrowed his brows slightly as he read over a particular line, what could that witch provide for Quackity, and what was that reward? The subtle jabs at his burger van just fired up his anger once more, but the thought of beating Quackity was too tempting. “ Guess I need to get out my old pack of cards to practice then.”

*

Quackity sat quietly at his desk while waiting for the news, gently twirling the small bottle with his fingers, watching as the bright teal liquid swirled around the sides with each move. If what that witch said was true, beating Wilbur in this quick game of cards would be worth it for the short time he would be under his control. That would only happen if Wilbur agreed to the game,” what am I talking about, his ego’s too big to refuse an opportunity like this.” He then leaned over to look at the bottle more thoughtfully, even if he lost to the Franken freak and was forced to drink this, he would be fine and could do some recon work. You can’t hide things from someone inside yourself when you're someone like Wilbur Soot, he wouldn’t be able to help himself but brag if he won,  and that's when he would slip.

“Dab me up! My mission was successful, Quackity from Las Nevadas!”

Quackity couldn’t help but jump when heard the cheerful exclamation from the slime-human- thing that slithered its way under the door instead of opening it like he asked multiple times,” Didn’t I tell you that you have to open- nevermind, did Wilbur seem like he was going to accept my offer?” Quackity’s face hurt slightly as he couldn’t help the wide grin as he watched Charlie nod, things were going how he wanted and he now needed to be ready, the game area needed to be set up. He quickly stood up and slid the potion bottle into his pocket for safety, heading for the door with a new sense of excitement, the newest battlefield for the two needed to be set.

*

Wilbur couldn’t hide the sneer on his face as he traveled across the sand towards Las Nevadas, of course, the one-eyed bastard would want him to come at this time, the flashy colors and lights were nearly blinding. The multitudes of colors were no doubt going to cause a migraine later on if he continued to look at them, it made him wonder how Quackity could stand them, but he could guess that others would think the same about his interest in TnT. He kept his head low as he walked past the few buildings to reach the space needle, giving a mild glare to the new burger restaurant with the ‘Tubburger’ sign as he passed it, but continued with his silent march forward. The needle stood brightly before him as he craned his head upwards to look towards the top, getting the faint idea that he could see a darkened shape at the top looking down at him, but that could have been his imagination. He gently readjusted his jacket before stepping into the elevator, letting his weight be fully supported by the rush of bubbles as he let his eyes close, not wanting to look at the lights any longer. His body stuttered slightly as it reached the top, and he opened his eyes to see a simple table sat in the middle of the grand room, and at its center sat Quackity;  shuffling cards quietly. Wilbur didn't say a word as he stepped from the elevator, using a hand to gently brush the damped hair away from his eyes, and strode forward to the empty chair that was across from his rival. He slowly sat down and placed his elbows on the table before placing his chin on his hands, watching on as the other continued to gently shuffle the cards in hand, moving them elaborate before starting to lay them out on the table. Wilbur was quick to realize that the game they were playing was poker, a classic choice for Quackity, and a game Wilbur was well familiar with. He waited until all the cards were laid out before he decided to speak,” You said there was a reward involved with this little game, you going to tell me what it is before I decide to go back down the elevator because as much as I enjoy playing with you; I’m busy.”

The scared man only smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with a cyan liquid, and looked like no normal potion that he’s ever seen, before setting it in the middle of the table. “This my rival,” the way Quackity said rival made a quick shiver roll up his spine,” is the reward I was referring to, our neighborhood witch didn’t make it easy for me to get this much.”

Wilbur gently lifted the bottle and swirled it,” what does it do though, because I don’t think that you would have asked me here for a simple potion,” he paused as he thought over the second thing,” you talking about you know who right?” He grimaced as Quackity nodded,” they give me the creeps.”

Quackity only nodded,” yep, but they are good at making potions like this one, it has some very unique properties that I figured would make a fun reward for the winner of our game.” Quackity was quick in taking the bottle and setting back on the smooth table,” when taken, it allows for the drinker to shrink down to…snack size for a few hours, while also being safe from any form of physical damage.” Quackity crossed his arms and watched Wilbur closely, he could see the realization forming in those reddish-brown eyes, and the newly hungry look that matched his own,” once it wears off, the one who drank it will automatically be teleported to their last respawn point, you still interested in playing?”

Wilbur sat silently as he mulled over what he had just been told, he knew that playing cards with Quackity was never a smart decision, but the thought of having him curled in his stomach and left to Wilbur’s mercy was a hard treat to ignore. He could go back to his van and poke at his shrunken rival, or even lay down on the bed to feel the crushed form thrash between the mattress and the rest of his body. Wilbur couldn’t help the slightly sheepish grin as his stomach let out a low rumble that caused the other male to laugh loudly,” seems like your stomach spoke for you my friend, let's get started then.” Wilbur could only shake his head as he moved to pick up his cards, looking over his hand quickly and deciding he didn’t like his first pull, moving to exchange his lower card for a better option.

“So are we playing first to three, or first to three consecutive wins, any longer game and I'll starve~”

*

Quackity smiled softly as he looked over his current hand, he and Wilbur had decided on the three consecutive wins ruling, and he was currently on his second win in a row. He had to give Wilbur a lot of credit, the man could pull a bluff with the best of them and even Quackity was thrown off a few times, but he could see the slight creasing at the edge of his eyes that showed his frustration at how the game was going. He had an ace up his sleeve however, he decided to play fair for the majority of the game to see if his rival would, but things were dragging on way too long. He was swift in pulling out the ace he knew would be next in the stack, changing his straight flush into a Royal, and made a subtle move to make himself appear disappointed; but barely noticeable. He saw the slight twitch in Wilburs fingers, which showed Wilbur was excited,” Well Quackity, I think I'm about to break your streak again,” The man quickly laid out a perfect straight flush,” boom, there's no way you can beat that since I know we've already gone through the higher cards.”

Quackity let out a low sigh and he lifted a hand to lightly pinch the bridge of his nose,” Yeah yeah,” he held this pose for a moment longer to let Wilbur relax, but could help the smirk as he moved to lean forward,” but don’t you know in a game like this, the house always wins,” and laid down his Royal flush. He smiled wider as Wilbur looked down in shock, before his hands flew to the discard deck as well as the pull deck, clearly looking to catch him in his cheat. Quackity let him look, sparing a glance to the tiny amount of slime that was slithering away towards the elevator, watching the last bit of the ace card dissolve away.

“ There’s no way, I am absolutely positive that you cheated, you shouldn’t have the cards for a royal flush,” It was hard to not slam his hands on the table in frustration, but despite his best efforts, Wilbur could not find the card that should have been in the discard pile. He didn’t want to accept the fact he lost, there was no way when he had managed to slide in his own cheat card to ensure his hand, but he couldn’t ignore it at this point. He looked back up when he heard a soft scraping sound, and watched as his smirking opponent slowly slid the small bottle towards him, leaving it to sit before him as the hand pulled back and the fingers started to drum.

Quackiyt let his fingers softly drum against the table's surface as he watched Wilbur fight with his ego, he knew the man was absolutely steaming inside, but it would also kill him to show such weakness before him. He was going to be kind in this instant to let Wilbur drink the potion at his own pace, but the low rumble of his empty stomach reminded him of the fact he didn’t eat anything since he managed to buy the potion in the first place, and he wanted his reward. “Wilbur… I do think it's time for me to receive my reward, don't you think?” He fully allowed his tongue to swipe across what was left of his lips and his few exposed teeth, chuckling at the scowl he received in return for his statement, but continued to watch on with increasing impatience.

Each tap of the fingers sounded like the ticking of a clock, one he could no longer avoid, ” fine, you'll get your reward soon enough.” Wilbur quickly snatched up the tiny potion bottle off the table and popped the cork out with his thumb in a well practiced motion, feeling a little concerned when a faint vapor escaped once the cork was gone, but still brought it up to his nose to smell. The first smell that came through was an odd fruity scent that he didn’t recognize in the slightest, but also the musky smell of nether wart and a fish smell. It made him wrinkle his nose slightly, but as he took one last look at the barely hidden look of anticipation on Quackity’s face, he just decided to tip his head back and down the entire bottle. He nearly gagged as the syrupy like substance traveled down his throat, the odd fruity flavor was horribly sour and he thought he could taste something similar to fermented spider eyes, it was absolutely horrid. “Oh that tastes like absolute horse shit, you sure that witch didn’t sell you an awkward potion with a silly story.” The thought of this made Wilbur laugh, and laugh harder when he saw the look of doubt cross through his rival's face..but as he continued to laugh, the more light headed he felt. He moved one hand to rest on the table while the other moved to rest against his temple, the feeling was getting worse by the minute, he opened his to look up at Quackity… wait.

Wilbur was now looking up at Quackity instead of normally looking down at him, even when sitting he was taller, but now he was a few inches shorter than his equally shocked partner. He tried to speak, but his vision quickly darkened and he felt his body fall limply back against the chair, falling quickly into unwanted consciousness.

Quackity was quick to rush around the table to catch the rapidly shrinking body as it nearly fell off the chair when he went fully limp, the man was now the size of a small child and was still shrinking.  It was a memorizing process to watch as the normally six foot five man be reduced to the size of Quackity’s hand before stopping, this made him worry slightly, but the witch assured him that he would still be physically capable of getting him down safely. He used his fingers to gently move the miniscule man around in his palms, everything from his hair down to the glasses on his face were perfectly normal despite the change in size, it was quite amazing. He lifted the small body close to his face and frowned at the smell. It made him wonder if Wilbur showered at all, but he was determined as he slowly slid out his tongue to taste the exposed skin. He couldn't help his surprise at the taste that flooded across his tongue, it was a musty flavor that tasted way better than any meat he's ever had the opportunity to try, and he couldn’t help but lick the unconscious man again to get more of the flavor.

Wilbur groaned as the pounding in his head brought him back from his short sleep, and he could still feel the hot winds of the desert blowing on him as he tried to fully wake back up, what really shocked him away was the feeling of something hot and wet hitting the side of his face. His eyes opened to be met with a large tongue sliding away and back into the grinning maw that was right next to him, he tried his best to scramble away after giving a shocked yell. He was quickly gripped by the fingers and held still as he was pulled away from the mouth,” You absolute sack of shit, that's not a great thing to wake up to.”

Quackity couldn’t help the loud laugh at the smaller man,” Sorry Wilbur, I'm on a little bit of a time limit with my reward, I figured I’d have a spoiler before you woke up.” He lifted his other hand to gently poke the tiny face, pulling it back when it was nearly bitten. “I have to say i’m rather surprised with you Wilbur, you smell absolutely terrible, but taste rather good; like Blue cheese.” He watched the words sink in, and had to tighten his grip as the man started to thrash indignantly, clearly enraged by the comparison and his emphasis on the color blue. He made a mental note to be sure to bring that up more often during their next spat, but he didn’t want to waste more time as he lifted the squirming man until the kicking legs were level with his mouth, he wanted Wilbur to watch. “ Well Wilbur, I think it's time to show you to your room for your stay here in Las Nevadas, I hope you enjoy your stay, I know I will.”

Wilbur froze as he watched the giant mouth open wide and his legs were quickly slipped inside, the massive tongue making quick work of soaking his pants and licking at his skin, making him shiver in anger at how powerless he felt. He wanted to fight hard against the disgusting feeling, but he knew that would only make it more enjoyable for the man-eating him, so he was going to do absolutely nothing. He had to grit his teeth as his legs were slid further into the hot mouth, quickly being pressed into the rough pallet and licked roughly, his now devourer humming more at his taste. He moved to cross his arms and stare defiantly at the giant face looming before him, getting a better look at the giant scar that ran up Quackity’s face and how the gap in his lip was starting to drip saliva through the exposed teeth. He did get a moment to admire his looks however, and he had to admit the scar really added a rugged handsomeness, and he wouldn’t say how much the gold teeth did it for him. He gave an annoyed groan as he was shoved further into the mouth and the throat began its first power tugs at his legs while his pelvis fully entered the mouth. He sent an annoyed glare up at the half lidded eye that was watching his every reaction,” I thought you were on a time limit, just hurry up and let me get this over with!” The movement completely stopped for a moment other than the natural movement of the giant's breathing, but Wilbur watched as the giant lips moved to form a smirk and felt the tongue start to move with a new purpose.

He felt his face flushed as the tongue brushed against his side once he was pushed further into the mouth, clearly trying to incite laughter out of him; he didn't think Quackity would stoop that low. He soon couldn’t help the pearls of laughter that escaped him as he tried to shove at the hand still holding him and kicking at the now tightening grip of the throat, especially when he managed to make the man choke slightly from his thrashing. It gave him a bit of joy, but that changed when the head tilted back and Wilbur felt himself sliding further down the throat due to his own weight.

Quackity let his head fully lean back to let Wilburs own weight pull him further down his throat, the failing gave him a bit of a scare, but he was also having some issue breathing with just the legs. He took one more deep breath that caused the man in his mouth to freeze (i’m so dirty minded oh my goodness) and moved his hand so his fingers rested on Wilburs shoulder, and pushed down as he took a heavy swallow. This made the smaller man freak out slightly, the tiny hands moving to grip and his fingers and face, but he ignored this as he quickly slicked up the chest with saliva. He was glad the man tasted as good as he did because his mouth was slick enough to ussr the man down, and he felt a shiver of joy when the now yowling head was shoved past his lips and his tongue was quick to muffle the sound and could feel the weird sensation of Wilbur trying to speak against the flesh. He ignored it to start swallowing harder due to feeling a little light headed due the fact the wriggling form was creating a larger than he was expecting as brought his other hand to feel at the wriggling lump, and grinned when he felt the grasping hands slide off the back of his tongue. He left his hand over the lump as he continued to give hard swallows, grinning widder as it slowly slid under his collarbone and he could finally get a breath of air,” You didn't make that easy on me, that's just like you Wilbur.” He could still feel the form traveling through his chest and laid his hand over his stomach to wait till his prize entered, the organ giving a low growl to show its own excitement.

Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual feeling of fear as he was fully shoved into the mouth, yelling wordlessly and trying to stop himself from being eaten, but was unable to resist the strength of the larger man. It was hard to breathe as his chest was held tightly by the throat as his face was assaulted by the humid heat of the mouth. He tried to yell for Quackity to stop, but his words were cut off by the tongue smacking him in the face. He was sputtering in rage before the muscles pulled him deeper and only his hands remained in the mouth, trying to grab at the teeth to slow his descent, but they were too slick as another swallow left him fully trapped in the crushing grip. He could barely move as the fleshy walls both pushed and shoved him downwards, that isn’t to say he tried, especially when he realized the secondary force rubbing at him was Quackity’s hand. He wanted to yell so badly, but with how tightly he was being compressed, he didn't want to waste what little bit of air he was able to get, especially when he slid into the tighter region of the chest. He tried to struggle harder when he slid past the heart and lungs, trying to cause any discomfort as the giant organs made his own head pound in pain due to the volume, and the loud rumble of the voice gave an extra layer of pain to his ego. His legs were suddenly forced to a stop and the walls of the throat began to force him into a painful half crouch as they tried to keep pushing him down,” Quackity you bastard-” his yell was cut short as his legs were suddenly pulled through a tight opening. It was another painful squeeze before he was roughly shoved into a space that was thankfully less tight as the throat, but the walls were sung and formed to his aching body like a wet sleeping bag. Wilbur could only brace himself partly as the walls let out a low rumble and began rubbing against him, moving up and down his body in practiced ways, trying to rub the accumulated liquid into his already soaked clothing and skin. It was at this point the resolve he was so desperately trying to hold onto shattered, he didn't want to be touched and didn’t want to acknowledge the rumbling voice that came from everywhere, so he began to mindlessly thrash in an attempt to get away from it all.

Quackity feld a mild wave of panic when he had felt Wilbur get stuck just above the entrance of his stomach, he didn't know what he would do before the large lump finally moved, and he felt slightly sick as his stomach stretched slightly to accommodate Wilbur’s size. He laid a hand over the surprisingly still form, his stomach making a low rumble as he tried to get a reaction from Wilbur, not admitting to himself that he was worried for them,” Your pretty still there Wilbur, you didn’t break did you?” The small form then exploded into a flurry of movement, he could feel what bump was either a leg or an elbow, but that didn’t matter as they equally made him feel sicker. He leaned over to try and still the movements while crossing his arms over the writhing lump, giving a low belch that brought back the deceptively good flavor, oh did he realize this was a mistake now. “ Fuck.. Wilbur stop moving around so much, all you're doing is making me feel sick, you're not going to come out the way you got in.” He gave another sickly belch before getting up from the table to get some water, feeling incredibly off balanced due to the new weight in his middle, and made his way to the elevator quickly.

Wilbur continued to thrash until he was completely exhausted, panting hard as the muscles around his spasmed slightly and were making a sickly churning noise. He fell back against the walls as he tried to gain his strength back, tensing slightly as his own stomach dropped and the whole area began to move. His mind tried to form an understanding of what was happening, and finally realized that Quackity was moving, maybe for the reason he was trying to say earlier. Wilbur couldn’t find the energy within himself to care though, he was tired and wanted to be asleep and get away from it all. He yelled loudly when he suddenly got drenched with icy water and that shocked his stressed mind back into reality,” What the fuck was that for, are you trying to drown me now?” He kicked out against the heavy weight that was pressing down on him and felt utterly confused when he both felt and heard the relieved sigh from his captor.

“Glad to see your back to normal, did you have a panic attack? You nearly made me sick, you asshole.”

Wilbur frowned but decided to not say anything about it,”I don’t know what you're talking about, this shit is only supposed to last for a couple hours right, I'm going to just ignore you and sleep it off. Once I'm back to normal we never speak about this again or so help me I will blow up Las Nevadas worse than I did La’manburg” He turned his body away from the hand and hunkered down in the surprisingly soft flesh, focusing on the giant heartbeat, and doing his best to ignore everything else of the man. He just wanted this to be over and never think about this again, even if the initial thought of swallowing Quackity seemed like a good idea.

Quackity sighed as he felt the man turn away from his touch, can’t say he didn’t blame him,” agreed, I'll be happy when you're gone and not giving me a stomachache.” He slowly stood up and made his way towards his bedroom to also sleep, this whole experience was not worth it at all. He had originally thought about trying to get more of the potion for future use, but seeing how one unwilling ‘snack’ reacted, any other would be just as bad or worse. He gave a small wave to Charlie as he passed him, giving him a quick rundown on what to do before making his way to the bedroom, and immediately laying down on it. The tiny man gave another nauseating wriggle at the rough landing, but thankfully settled back down into a warm lump.

He gently traced his fingers over the lump for a few minutes as he tried to sleep, if only the movement didn’t make him sick, this experience wouldn’t have been that bad.

Maybe a willing person would make it better.