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Little Hunter

Nicholas Scratch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1459 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is a Witch hunter, but that doesn't stop Nick from falling for her. 

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The news that there were other witch hunters in Greendale only served to upset you.

Sure, they may have been similar to you in some way but they were not the same.

You had rules, strict guidelines that you had to follow and you took pride in what you were by blood.

However, all of the witches of Greendale were under your protection until otherwise decided and the idea that someone else would dare break that was unacceptable.

Nicholas came to you first, as soon as Dorian took care of the bastard that tried to kill them both.

He didn't want to, you knew that but you couldn't refuse him. There was too much love in your heart for the man to ever turn him away, even when it was against your own kind.

"What do you mean witch hunters? There are no other hunters in this area other than my family" you explained, searching your gun safe for the perfect thing.

You were a mortal witch-hunter, a proud bloodline that went all the way back thousands of years.

Your grandfather always kept a detailed grimoire with a list of every other hunter and where they all resided. It made it easier to make sure that no one else intruded on each family's hunting ground.

You knew for a fact that there wasn't a single family for hundreds of thousands of miles. Whatever these hunters were, you knew for a fact that they couldn't have been human.

"Are you sure? They were very clearly trying to kill us all" he sounded nearly hysterical but you couldn't blame him, considering all the things that had just happened to him. It wasn't every day that you almost got murdered after all.

"I'm positive Nicky, when have I ever been wrong?" you teased, reaching out to take his hand in your own, which you used as leverage to lead him alongside you down the street.

You weren't going to let anything hurt him, or any of the other witches in Greendale.

If anyone was going to execute a witch, it would be within the proper guidelines. Whatever these 'hunters' were doing, it was closer to slaughter than anything else.

You were going to protect them, especially Nick.

...No matter what it took.

"Perhaps, my little hunter, you may be onto something" he grinned, following you without a single doubt in his mind.

He thought back to the time that you two had met in the first place. You had been heaven-bent on bringing him to his knees in front of you. You intended on killing him, but as soon as your eyes met his own, you realized that he didn't deserve to die.

Nicholas had never done a single thing against you, he had never harmed you or anyone else as far as you knew.

It wouldn't have been right to kill him if he didn't break the rules. He hadn't killed anyone, put anyone in danger, or used his magic for evil so you couldn't execute him.

Instead, you two had become closer than any two people could be. It didn't matter to him that you were a hunter, and it didn't matter to you that he was a warlock.

All you could think about from that moment forward was protecting him, and eventually the other witches and warlocks at the academy.

Your grandfather would roll in his grave if he ever saw something like this. A witch hunter, hand in hand with a talented warlock. It went against everything he'd taught you as a child.

Perhaps that was true, perhaps you were doing something that you should have never done in the first place...

Or perhaps he had been wrong.

You had never had a truer friend than Nick, not for as long as you'd lived. The relationship you two shared made you question everything you'd ever known. Was it possible that generations of witch hunters could have been wrong? You weren't sure, but right now, you weren't a witch hunter. You were hunting the hunters.

"You're sure about this?" he clarified, looking up at the church. He knew for a fact that they were in there, but once you went through those doors, he couldn't protect you. The idea of it made him feel sick to his stomach.

Luckily though, it didn't matter to you that he couldn't accompany you. In fact, you preferred it that way. It was the only way that you could be sure he was safe. You weren't worried about them hurting you.

"Of course I'm sure. Just don't miss me too much while I'm gone" you teased, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to his cheek.

As soon as you made contact, you were gone, leaving the man alone on the stairs. All he could do was hope for your quick return, trying not to go insane in your absence.

All he could think about was what he would do if something bad happened to you. How he would feel if you died and he couldn't save you...it would ruin his life to have to live without you.

And it wasn't until now that he realized.

Nicholas was completely, and totally in love with you.

"How could I be so stupid" he grumbled, throwing his head back dramatically. If only he had been more insistent. You could have found another way around it, a way that he could help you. If only he hadn't been so quick to involve you in this mess.

It wasn't your fight.

This had never been your fight, and if something happened to you, it would be all his fault.

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The fight within the walls of the church had been brutal.

However, aside from a few scratches and bruises, you made it out relatively unscathed. Not that you were really ready for what you saw when inside. Sabrina was some kind of ticking time bomb, from what you could tell, and you had no words.

Luckily, Harvey was there to take care of her so that you were free to meet Nicholas outside.

The man was practically vibrating with nerves, sitting on the cement steps with his elbows resting on his knees. You could tell that something was wrong with him, but due to the spinning in your skull, you could hardly tell for sure.

"What's up?" you wondered, sitting down beside him on the step, throwing your legs down dramatically. It was just meant to be a casual greeting but as soon as Nick's eyes locked on you, you'd have thought you were bleeding from your eyes.

He was panicking.

"What happened to you? Are you okay? I'm so glad you're alive" he rambled, running his hands over your face lightly, as if assessing the damage that had been done to you. He couldn't imagine what had gone on in there.

In all honesty though, you were just looking at him like he was crazy.

Nick had never acted like this with you.

“I’m always fine Nick, what’s going on?” you wondered, studying his face with critical eyes. Perhaps the shock of what he’d endured today was just now hitting him, or he was in hysteria. 

Whatever it was, you didn’t like it one bit. 

Now, it was the warlock’s turn to be silent. He had approached this whole thing with too much zeal, and now he had to explain himself to you. The main problem was that he had no idea how to do it. 

Knowing you, you would likely just laugh in his face. 

Still, Nicholas would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t find out how you felt for him. These feelings for you weren’t going to go away, but perhaps you cared for him.

...Just maybe.

“I’m in love with you” he spit out, feeling the air change between the two of you as soon as he did. Being friendly with a warlock was okay, but it had taken you a long time to get there. 

He could only imagine how long it would take you to get comfortable with the idea of entering a serious relationship with one. Still, Nick had to admit that he felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest as soon as he did. 

Not that you could say the same. 

Loving Nicky had never been an option for you, right? What would your family say? What would the witching community think if they ever found out? It would be far too dangerous. 

Though, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself as you smiled, leaning forward to capture Nick’s lips in a kiss. 

...The world would just have to find a way to accept this unlikely pairing, like it or not. 

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Nick Scratch and Sabrina Spellman  Poly Imagine .

Nick Scratch and Sabrina Spellman Poly Imagine Nick Scratch x Reader x Sabrina Spellman  Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size 

Nick and Sabrina protecting you would include: 

Worry warts to the extreme 

If you’re mortal then likely going to school with Sabrina

If a supernatural, the Academy of Unseen Arts it is

Of the two of them, Brina is likely to want to be by your side every waking moment

Nick just silently worries from afar, lol

However, they both know you’re a force to be reckoned with and that you can handle your shit

But you know, a good bae will trust you can handle yourself but always worry because they love you

Sabrina is probably happiest with your little trio of love while Nick is okay venturing out

The both of you mean the world to him but he’s not overly jealous as long as there is communication

However, if he has one inkling of someone trying to play with your feelings?  Game over. Nobody toys with his baby like that.

Sabrina is just like, “My bae, Go away.” Lol, she’s really only wiling to share you with Nick and will straight up glare at anyone who even DARES

She’d never tell you what to do but a bitch might just power glare, lol 

In the end, you’d all go through hell for each other

And when the shit goes down with Nick...that’s exactly what you and Brina plan to do. 

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Tired [Part:4]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.

AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.

Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Ey~ The author is back from obsessing with a boy named Chase Goehring who almost looks like Cameron Monaghan now that he is all grown up lolol; anyways. IM BACK, I got author’s block so I just added the clown ;). Also I might add the Suicide Squad if you guys don’t mind, just for the fillers of the charaters~ Anyways I hope you guys like it! It’s kind of rushed but I just hope you guys still enjoy reading it. Also to declare my love for Chase, I added his original song here~ Check him out if you want!!! Ps. I’m still trying to practice my transitions XD

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“So,” Steve Rogers coughed at the silence. “(Y/N), we would provide all your needs and clean your criminal record if you become a trainee of the Avengers just like Mr. Parker here.” He sipped the black coffee while staying eye contact at you, the whole Avengers including Nick Fury are here. Staring intently at you, waiting for your answer. Well except for Clint Barton who is cleaning his arrows and Tony Stark who is playing Mobile Legends on his device. Even though he has a Bluetooth earplug on, you could steal hear the sound waves slipping out.

“If not, we would have to put in you in death sentence for all the crimes you did.” Nick Fury fixed his eye at you while Bruce Banner nodded. “It’s for the safety miss.” Bruce said.

Peter stared at you; you were beside him throughout the session about what they would do to you. Tony Stark found you inside Peter’s bedroom and by force he cuffed your hands up while you gazed back at him with antipathy. He along with Peter brought to you to the Stark Building while Peter stared at you in worry and guilt. He couldn’t feel but blame himself of letting you get caught. If he gave you to the policemen it would be much better since they didn’t really know exactly who you’re than giving you to the Avengers and if you declined their option then you would be dead. He just hoped that you considered the accord

This might be the beginning of the change in your life, you thought. You wouldn’t let this decision to a waste, “Well, sure.” You beamed.

Steve almost spitted his coffee, “That sure?”

“How could we surely know if she won’t back stab us?” Natasha Romanoff banged both of her hands on the table and stood, she stared at the members and Fury for answers and death glared you while you just jerked your shoulders up in reply. Fury breath out heavily in annoyance, “Romanoff sit down. I’ll assign someone to look out for her.”

“And who is this someone?” Wanda Maximoff initiated while Vision bobbed his head at her question.

“Bucky Barnes, are you willing to?” Every person in the room stared at the Winter Soldier who was, as well, startled at what Fury said. He nictates then has grasped to the reality, “No.”

“Barnes,” Sam Wilson threatened.

“Barnes it is, you will train her tomorrow between six to ten and would be beside her at any cost.” Fury nodded while Barnes mumbled incoherent words as he whined to himself at the negligence. Peter shot his hand to the air and they considered to look at him, “Isn’t it better if I? You know, teach her? I know her more.” Fury didn’t spared an eye at him and continue on discussing. You gave him a knowing smile for at least trying; the boy was embarrassed but nodded at you. At least he gave a good impression to you.

“I chose him because I heard from your records you prefer using guns and your aim is quite good so he’s good for you.” Fury added, you just agreed along. It’s not like it could be hard right? You thought. Fury rose and nodded at the group.

“Alright, dismiss.”

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You take it all back; being schooled by this gloomy man is hard as fuck than you would ever think of.  Now that you know his true colors, you would want to acknowledge at Peter educating you instead. If only there’s a working time machine.

“Alright doll! Training is over, now screw off.” Bucky gathered up the guns and started to clean them. You rolled your eyes and do what he said. You and Barnes never had a good connection to each other, he trains you and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to try and start up a conversation to you. As for the other Avengers, you were pretty good friends with Sam and Bruce. Sam was like a big brother to you and Bruce was like the father you never had, literally. Your father just died when you were a child and you didn’t spend a lot of time with him so you considered it. But with the other Avengers member, you were in an awkward acquaintance stage; you don’t really talk to them much, especially to Natasha. You could feel her preparing to clash onto you as soon as you entered a room with her on it. Now between your relationship with Peter, it started to blossom. You found yourself entertained being with him and you two being close as ever. Tony even teased about how you two are like a couple and you both just retorted with just laughing it all out but you didn’t notice the blush on Peter’s face as he stuttered, denying it.

You walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a cool water after all the combat training and learning how to use all of the guns, as you closed it you sensed someone near at the are. It was Peter in his enhanced suit made by Stark, he was upside down but then flipped and landed on the ground. “So, uh, I noticed you’ve been changing?”

“Hm?” you chugged down the water while looking at him in amusement.

“I mean you’re not like before. Insane and stuff, it’s great!” He scratched the nape on his neck and bashfully looks at you.

You chuckled at him trying to compliment you by starting a conversation, which was quite awkward. “Thanks mate,” you smiled at him. Yes, you indeed notice that there was a drastic change on living in New York and at the spare room of the tower for a month. Not only did you not think about your past relationship but you were healing with the help of Bruce and Tony with their medication, you didn’t even think that Tony can be a therapist but he just shrugged it off by saying he just learned how to by just reading some books few hours ago which you didn’t regard on but Bruce told you otherwise.

“So why early here? Don’t you have school?” you leaned towards the counter.

“School cancelled off and I just want to hang out with my best friends. Also you’re around my age why are you not enrolled in school instead?”

“Green guy teaches me, Fury couldn’t trust me going to school without making a ruckus.”

“Well that’s sad,” he said but you couldn’t help but notice his body language. He seems to drone out in his mind.

“Something matters?”

“Well, err, could you teach me how to play a guitar? I heard from Mr. Stark that you know how to play instruments and used to perform music at the circus. The class needs to play an original song on a stage individual for the Music subject. I don’t really listen in this subject to be honest,” he was playing on his hands as he looks sheepishly at the ground. You chortled a laugh, “Oh wow, the wise Peter needs my help?”

“I seriously need your help (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you; I’ll just take a shower. Meet me in front of my rom by eleven. Also, dress normal.” You stared up and down at his suit.

“Thank you so much!”

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“Now that’s good notes right there,” complimenting him as he strung the guitar that he borrowed from you. He asked if he could use it for the presentation and you just comply nonetheless. You and Peter made a tune for the past few days and he was going to perform tomorrow. When he finished he grinned an adorable smile at you while you clap your hands.

“We made the tune but how about the lyrics?”

“Don’t worry about that, I already made few lines,” he murmured.

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It was now Wednesday. You are with Bucky and have managed to sneak in at the school where Peter attended. You got miffed when Bucky lend a hand but respected it since Fury ordered him, it’s not like the man has a choice. When you arrived the basketball area where the stage is, a lot of people compiled in. You and Bucky stuck around the corner with your masks up, trying to blend in. One by one people played, some got the hang on it, some just doesn’t know how to sing or play, some didn’t follow the rules and sang a non-homemade song. Then it came to Peter, he was there looking around. Evident that he was nervous. His eyes landed at you, which was shocked, he didn’t tell you to come and you came by your own will. He returned his concentration to what he was supposed to do, now more anxious than before. He grabbed the hold of the mic and introduced himself “Uh, Hi? M-My name is Peter Parker and I m-made a song called ‘Hurt’. It is basically about a girl in a bad relationship and I’m kind of like, hey you’re not in a good position right now. I could really help you now if you just gave me a chance.”

He then averted his attention back to you, “Uh, okay I’ll just. Err, play now.”

He then proceeded to play the tune that you taught him, not missing a note.  To be honest, his voice didn’t sound that great but it was full of emotions that you wouldn’t care about it.

Hey, baby, you don't have to live this way You don't have a debt to pay So put your foot down and pick your heart up, off of the ground Cause that's not where you belong, I can prove that without this song But for now just play along

Your heart started to ache; you now know why he won’t let you assist him on writing the lyrics. This song was about you, you felt flattered but at the same time in full devastation. You started to recall your memories about Jerome.

The first greetings, “Hey my name’s Jerome. You?”

The way he comforts you when you got tomatoes stains on your outfit, “Don’t worry, someday I’ll get you out of this hell hole. For the time being, let me help you practice more so that it won’t happen again.”

The first I love you’s, “I love you my queen, will you be my girlfriend?”

The gift’s he gave to you, ”Darling I have something for you! It’s a pistol!”

The lie’s he said to you, “She’s just another toy, love. I still love you.”

The way he got angry when you pestered what his relationship with Harley is.

“I had enough with this bullshit Jerome!” the guards where out of the room where all of the mentally ill people is for three pm to five. You where harshly whispering at Jerome trying not makes a scene but then he beat you to it. “I’M SICK OF YOU FUCKING PESTERING ME THE SAME SUBJECT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, WELL UNLIKE YOU SWEETHEART SHE IS NOT BORING AND ALMOST SANE!” he grabbed a hold of your hair that was on ponytail and yanked you towards his face. The people around you silenced and watched the scene occur, probably enjoying it. Barbara stared at you, her face plastered concern and disorientation. Jerome grinned ferociously and noticed the reticence that started to hug the place, “Don’t worry about us! We are just having a couple fight~” That night when you were in your room you started to wail silently, pondering where is the Jerome you adored.

“I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you”

When he was about to get into the second verse, you left with your eyes bulging out with tears. Bucky begun to chase you but you eventually run out of the building and onto the yard section. Some people where eating their lunch there and pestering happily. Bucky lost you and started to find you everywhere, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s when he heard the scream of girls nearby, the door beside him started to bang as it opened and girls and some males started to flee while crying franticly. He was confused so he entered and was soon meet with a group of people; he only knew two of them. He noticed you were there, kneeling. The group held weapons, some were wearing a mask some didn’t care less. He runs towards you, backing you up as he brought out his guns that were hidden in his jacket. Aiming towards the man.

You stared in front you couldn’t believe it. After all those days, he meant his word.

“(Y/N), darling! I missed you so much!”

There he was, the man who broke your heart into pieces.

“I found you! I won the game. Now I need the price, I need you.”

Who could’ve thought that you were bad at the game of Hide n’ Seek.

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Rondevu with a Warlock

Nick Scratch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1271 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a witch hunter, who finds herself in a complicated relationship with Nick Scratch. What happens when the two lovers decide they’re done hiding? 

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You had told Nicholas to stop barging into your window a million times before but no matter how much you asked him, he kept ignoring your wishes.

As far as you could tell, he just kept ignoring you.

And had no intention of stopping his nightly visits.

"Really Nick, one day my father is going to catch you in here" you whined, entering your room and quickly shutting the door behind you when you noticed the uninvited guest.

Magic or not, there was very little he could do against your dad's shotgun.

Not that he seemed bothered at all by the threat.

"Oh please Y/N, you know you love my little visits" he grinned, winking at you. You rolled your eyes, but you knew that he was right.

No matter how many times that he disobeyed you, you couldn't deny that you couldn't stop the increase in your heart rate, each time you entered the room to see him there.

However, the one thing that stopped you from diving fully into your feelings for the warlock was knowing what would happen to him if the church of night ever found out about the two of you.

Not to mention if your father or brother's ever caught him here.

The two of you were natural enemies, and if either one of your worlds was ever to collide, you could both be killed.

Hunters had never been too keen on the witches and warlocks.

It was just the way it was, and neither you nor Nick could do anything about that. There were just things that no amount of love or conversation could ever change.

"I do, but the constant fear that you will be killed under this roof kind of puts a damper on the whole thing" you huffed, opening your closet for good measure.

The open door showed off your large collection of witch killing memorabilia and weapons. You had everything from warding to knives and guns.

Every single thing in that closet had been given to you with one purpose in mind; to maim and kill witches...or in his case, warlocks.

You were dangerous for him, but he didn't seem to care. In truth, you both posed a great danger to one another but neither seemed to truly care.

It didn't matter to you that you should have killed him the moment you met, because Nicky had wormed his way into your heart and you couldn't imagine your life without him.

From the day you'd crossed paths, you could never go back to the person you'd been before.

It just wasn't possible.

Not after you'd fallen in love.

"Well we could always go to the academy, if you'd prefer" he offered, watching you nearly shudder at the thought. If you ever set foot in such a place, it was possible that your skin would set fire just due to principle.

There was no way in hell that you would ever go there.

Something that Nick knew perfectly well. However, it still brought him a great amount of joy to tease you over it.

There was just something about the rage in your eyes when talking about anyone other than him. That rule applied to mortals, witches, and all other creatures.

You were just so angry all the time, but something about him had broken you of the habit.

He had turned you, his vicious little witch hunter, into nothing more than another lovesick girl, and you knew that.

Though, it wasn't all bad.

You had completely fallen for him and wouldn't go back to a time before you knew him. You wouldn't be you without him anymore, or so it felt.

"You know better than that Nicky" you tutted, clearly faking upset with him at the idea of it.

It was one thing to fall in love with a warlock, but going to such an unholy place was another thing entirely.

That made him laugh, thinking about the idea of you two strolling into the academy of unseen arts, hand in hand.

That would be quite the sight indeed..

In truth, there was nothing more he’d rather do. After all, Nick kind of thrived off of the chaos and nothing would cause more of a stir than being with you out in the open.

“Think about it though Y/N, how great would it be?” he laughed, laying down against your bed, his arms above his head and a dreamy look in his eyes.

He was absolutely insane.

“It wouldn’t be great Nick, it would be blasphemous” you groaned, laying down beside him after once again making sure that the door was locked.

The last thing you wanted was for someone to interrupt your little rondevu with a warlock.

He shrugged, after all, it was best to assume that you were right. He didn’t want you to get all bothered by it.

Being with him was one thing, but being an open supporter of the church of night was a different thing entirely. Imagine if your grandfather ever found out? He would lose his mind.

For right now, the best you could do was be with Nicky in private, however, maybe you would get to the point where you could be out in the open with him…

Someday.

But, today was not that day. It was bad enough that he was in your bed right now, behind a locked door.

“Blasphemous perhaps, but also awesome” he teased, rolling over to look at you, a grin on his face.

You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and in truth, he would look at your forever if given the option.

It was only fair cosmically that you two would be natural enemies, just to take away from the absolute bliss you could be living together.

It just wasn’t fair.

“I don’t want to hide you anymore, I just want to scream my love for you from the rooftops” he groaned, getting lost in how unfair the whole thing was.

Everyone else fell in love without a problem, and was free to mascarade around the town, hand in hand, openly in love. For the two of you, it seemed like you would never be free to do something like that…

Especially not in Greendale.

It was dangerous. It was unheard of, and most of all, it was scary.

No one had ever done something like that in the history of the town. Sure, Sabrina had skirted that boundary with Harvey, but she wasn’t a full witch at the time, and Harvey had never executed a witch before.

Your situation was different.

You had killed more than a few witches and warlocks in your day, and Nick Scratch was not only a warlock, but a very accomplished one.

The two of you getting together would set off a bomb in the Greendale political sphere. Likely, the two of you would receive anything from death threats to actual abuse...there was no telling what would happen.

However, Nick didn’t seem to care about any of that.

More than anything, he wanted to take you in his arms and never let go.

“I want to claim you too Nicky, but it can’t be that way” you shrugged. You didn’t like it either, but that was just the way it was.

You were more of a realist in that way.

Warlocks and witch hunters just didn’t get together...that was just the way it was.

Nick was going to have to find a way to accept that. You only hoped that he wouldn’t put his foot in his mouth, because that would cause trouble for both of you.