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Witch, Magician and Distrust (Part II)

You are a student of a fairy princess and part-time witch. Once you get to the “Fearless Seven” who have become dwarves, you decide to take the opportunity and help them dispel the curse. Of course, it’s not that simple. First they need to learn to see the true beauty in other people.

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Parts: I

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–Why are you going to be a hack? You haven't been our boss for a long time to justify your authority!

–And who will follow this witch if she decides to destroy the nearest city? Who has magic here: You or me?!

–Why can't you just block her magic?! She said you could do it!

–Because I, unlike this witch, keep my word! 

You were sighing while sitting on the couch watching the argument between Merlin and Arthur. Hans was hanging around next to you, asking if you liked the berry jelly he cooked. You brought the mug to your mouth, took a sip and smiled at him contentedly. The prince beamed and nodded silently, leaving for the kitchen.

–...That's the way I have to stay at home! – Arthur opened his mouth, but immediately closed it. – Ha! What, there are no more arguments?!

–Shut up already, my ears are starting to hurt, – Jack sighed from his seat in the chair. – We have to go. Finish it.

You continued to drink berry jelly with a disinterested face, watching out of the corner of your eye as the princes gathered for food. Many products could be grown in the garden, but some only needed to be bought. You didn't know where the little green men got the money from, but you didn't want to ask.

Soon everyone gathered at the entrance. You waved to the whole crowd, but only Hans and the triplets responded in kind. Somehow, the best relations have developed with them. Perhaps the fact is that you loved to eat, which pleased Hans, as you always reacted with sincere joy to his dishes, and the triplets got the right to inspect your broom, which was something in between a simple magical object and a mechanism.

So, everyone has gone away, and you are left alone with Merlin. When you heard the sound of transformation, you immediately turned around, and the little dwarf was standing on the floor again, looking at you with a look full of discontent.

–So, what are we going to do? Or we're going to stare at each other with disdain for the rest of the time.

–I'm definitely going to. I won't take my eyes off you, witch.

–Stop highlighting the last word so terribly. And what's the big deal about me being a witch? I haven't done anything wrong... yet.

–I can't read minds, but I don't need to. It's written on your face that you're up to something!

You grinned at him like a maniac possessed, and began to slowly move towards the magician. Folding your hands behind your back, you began to speak in a dangerously low voice.

–Is tha-at so? Is it possible to say this to the face of a person who is clearly stronger than you? – you have come very close to Merlin. You leaned towards him and showed him the sharp fox teeth, which were just a quickly created illusion. – Or do you want to know why I like helping people so much? You know, their flesh is like this…

You didn't have time to finish, because lightning blinded you. After blinking a couple of times to recover, you straightened up and rolled your eyes.

–You're so impatient. I wanted to finish!

–I won't let you do your obscurantism, witch!

–Y-yes, stop calling me that with such disdain!

You sniffed resentfully and turned away from him, only to turn around after just a second. Playing with Merlin like this for a while, you eventually had to run away, because due to constant reincarnations, the magician could not do any business and was constantly hit by objects that he held in his hands.

Screaming wildly with laughter, you ran from room to room until you eventually flew into a random door. It turned out to be Merlin's bedroom library. After looking at the books, you suddenly whistled with respect.

–And you have collected a real collection. Oh, is this the same limited volume on elemental magic?!.

–Don't you dare touch my books, witch! – Merlin was in the room and tried to move you away from the closet, but you were already reaching out to take the book.

–What are you going to do to stop me? – you laughed and picked up the spine with your finger.

The magician did not think long and went behind your back. You were too busy looking at the table of contents to pay attention to Merlin. But when you were suddenly pressed against the closet by something tall, you suddenly remembered that in fact the green low men were tall and handsome young men.

You immediately turned around, and there was a little dwarf in front of you again. Putting your hand on your rapidly pounding heart, you exhaled with relief while the magician folded his arms on his chest.

You blushed, feeling as if you were being pressed into the closet to prevent you from moving a step. Merlin's hand, unnoticed by you, intercepted the precious volume and put it back on the shelf. Thus, the magician pressed you even harder into the bookshelf with his body, and you almost died of embarrassment.

But that wasn't all. Merlin bent down to your ear, hissing aggressively, burning with hot breath, saying: "Don't you dare touch my books, witch."

–You know, in this form I somehow trust you more.

–Eh?..

–I-it doesn't matter…

You looked away from him and hurried away, shamefully feeling a blush on your cheeks.

You walked for several more hours, loitering back and forth, until eventually you sat down in the living room, playing a melody with the help of a bell. Merlin tried to pretend that the sound didn't bother him in any way, and you smiled every time the magician couldn't read another line.

–Maybe you'll stop already? – he asked irritably, turning his head to you. – My hands will soon fall off. And you kind of need them, don't you?

–I'm tougher than I look. But thank you for your concern.

–You're such a witch.

–And I'm proud of it!

You sat with him in silence for a while, only the bell and the magic fire made any sounds, dispelling the silence. Eventually Merlin sighed and closed the book.

–Why do you even need this bell? It doesn't look like a magic item.

You giggled, glad that your mentor had enchanted her gift so well.

–My teacher gave it to me when I graduated. Her voice is as beautiful as the ringing of this bell.

–That is, the most disgusting?

–Next time I'll spill my soup on you during lunch.

Unfortunately or fortunately, I didn't have to sit in silence for a long time. You suddenly jumped up, looking out the window in panic. Merlin took out his talismans, running outside, shouting: "Why are you multiplying in front of my eyes?!"

You didn't answer anything, just hurried after him. Stopping on the street, you watched a girl screaming and trying to stay on a broom. Didn't anyone teach her to fly?! You pursed your lips and told Merlin to keep an eye out, since you were going to knock out a stranger.

The magician, to your surprise, only nodded. He began to hold the medallions with his fingers, ready, however, to catch another witch. 

You used spells by shooting lightning directly at the broom. Mentally asking the magical object for forgiveness, you watched the girl screaming, waving her arms, trying to get back into the air. Turning away, you allowed Merlin to assume his human form, and here the girl fell into his arms.

You didn't see how the magician's eyes widened slightly when he looked at the stranger's face. But in the next second, she opened her eyes, and both people fell to the ground completely.

You hurriedly went to them to make sure that no one was injured.

Witches differed from magicians in that they felt magic. They were connected to nature and were able to choose strength from it. Therefore, witches felt magical objects better and could even see through illusions.

And you saw. My head was a little dizzy when two images appeared in front of you: a toned beautiful girl and an equally beautiful version of her that had a not so "ideal" waist. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus only on one image, the one that the red shoes were showing now.

While you were trying not to die from a headache, Merlin was already flirting with a stranger. Or was she familiar to you? You blinked a few more times and asked in a weak voice:

–Snow White?..

The girl blinked in surprise, and then rushed to hug you, ignoring the dwarf who was obviously offended by such behavior. But if you suddenly fell from the sky, you would also immediately rush to the person you know.

–(Y/N)! – she breathed out with relief, hugging you around the neck. – I'm so glad that I was able to get out of there alive! You won't believe what happened! Hey, have you always been this short?..

–You're just wearing heels, Snow.

–Oh, right! – she laughed sheepishly and took a step away from you. – You know, your accuracy is sometimes amazing. I already thought that I was attacked, and you just knocked down the broom, – she rubbed the back of her head, and then turned to the immediately seductively smiling Merlin and said: – Thank you for catching me! I would have definitely broken bones if it wasn't for you.

–Okay, Snow, I feel we have a lot to discuss. Won't you come into the house?

–Eh? The house? Are you married to him? – she pointed first at you, then at the magician. Both uttered a harsh "No" at the same time.

The girl shuddered slightly, not understanding such vivid hostility, but nodded. You took her by the elbow, leading her into the house. Meanwhile, Merlin in his human form was straightening his hair. You turned around and looked at him so that life would not seem like honey to him.

So, you, Merlin and Snow White are located in a small living room. While the girl was happily stuffing her cheeks with sweets and washing down the food with tea, the magician poked you a couple of times in the hand and quietly asked:

–Do you know this beauty?

–She is a princess of a kingdom where my mentor and I once stayed. I helped magically decorate a Snow dress for one of the balls, so we became friends.

–Yeah! – he exclaimed softly. – The victory is in my pocket!

–What are you talking about? – you leaned closer to him.

–I've definitely found the most beautiful girl in the world! No, in the universe! So the curse will be lifted soon!

–Do you think so? – you asked sarcastically, ready to disappoint him.

–Of course. The ideal of beauty is sitting right in front of us!

You giggled, and then got up and brought a mirror on legs belonging to Jack. Snow has been staring at you questioningly all this time. Merlin in human form is sitting on the sofa with the look of a winner, crossing his legs.

–So, Snow, – you said, without turning the mirror to her yet, – I'm going to show you your reflection now. Don't worry, okay? I know it's not the real you. Because the real you are much more beautiful.

–What are you talking about, (Y/N)? – whispered the girl, putting aside the cherry pie.

–You'll see.

With these words, you turned the mirror, giving the princess a look at yourself. She opened her mouth in horror and touched her cheeks with her hands, trying to say something, but in the end she just blinked.

–Wh-what? How?!.

–This is the influence of your red shoes, – you pointed your finger at the shoes, pressing sideways to the mirror. – This is a magical item that changes the appearance. In the eyes of other people, you are now a "beauty", – you highlighted the last word and stuck out your tongue, rolling your eyes.

–So it's all an illusion? – Merlin asked with disappointment.

–Why is it an illusion? – you chuckled. – Snow herself is very cute. Maybe she's not your style, you little idiots, but she's definitely a beauty.

–S-stop it, (Y/N), – the princess whispered with red cheeks, lightly hitting you on the arm. You giggled and walked over to her, sitting on her lap.

–Can I see the shoes? – you asked cautiously. Snow nodded.

It was quite difficult to take off my shoes. I had to ask for help from a magician. When the shoes were removed, the true form of Snow White appeared in front of people. Merlin made a disgruntled face, and you hit him on the head with a shoe.

–(Y-Y/N)! – the girl exclaimed in panic, looking at the dwarf lying on the floor.

–He deserved it, – you answered without any emotion, looking at the shoe.

–That's reasonable, – the princess said awkwardly, swallowing, but still putting the magician on the sofa.

You spent the next ten minutes on the couch studying the shoes. Every time Merlin muttered to himself something like, "Damn, I've never been so disappointed," you hit him on the head. In the end, the magician moved away from you to the other side and said nothing more, looking blankly into space.

–Well, – you said later, sitting down on your knees and putting the shoe back on Snow's foot with a playful smile, – these shoes are completely safe. But something tells me that someone very bad wants to get these shoes terribly, so they will be more safe on you. So, Snow, what's there about your story?

The princess nodded at your words and began to tell. Merlin tried to pretend that he didn't care, because he was deceived, but in the end he also listened attentively to the story.

–So we're all in trouble? – you sighed, slapping your face with the palm of your hand. – If the evil witch gets so much power, then we will all die here.

–There's nothing we can do, – Merlin said when you looked at him eloquently. – We are no longer the heroes the world saw us as. Because of your teacher, we've lost almost all of our strength!

–You definitely haven't lost your nasty tongue.

He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

–And what... do I have to wear these heels forever so that Regina never gets them?

–No, why? We could just destroy her, – you hit your fist on your palm, and Snow jumped.

–You have quite nice and kind ways of solving problems for a witch, – Merlin said sarcastically, and you flicked him on the forehead. To your surprise, this time the magician dodged the blow and even showed you his tongue.

–There is no other choice. Her dark energy will continue to spread and influence this world. If Regina is not destroyed, a war of "evil" for power will begin, and then you will not say that I am too cruel!

–I would not like to kill her… I just... want to find my dad!

–We will definitely help you. I'm sure Regina has something to do with his disappearance! Hey, Merlin, – you poked him in the shoulder, – are you with me?

–Why would I help you or her?

–Because you're a hero?

Dwarf sighed, but nodded, straightening up and stretching.

–I hope I will find the most beautiful princess during the trip and kiss her.

–Why is he fixated on this at all? – Snow asked, covering her mouth with her palm. You shrugged your shoulders, but you told the truth. – S-so he's from the same seven?!

–Yes, it's me, – Merlin waved her hand.

–And you're even cuter than I thought,– the princess giggled. Merlin growled irritably, crossing his arms over his chest.

–You just haven't seen my human form!

–And it seems to me that you are less harmful like this, – you put your head on his little shoulder, and the magician irritably pushed you away. You laughed.

Looking at you and the magician, Snow White just smiled. You couldn't read her mind and at the same time knew exactly what the girl was thinking. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and brushed off the skirt of the dress.

–I need my broom! – you announced, following to the exit.

–Why is that? – Merlin immediately jumped up and rushed after you.

–We are flying to the castle to inspect the place where Snow found her father's diary.

–I'm flying with you!

–That's what I planned, – you winked at him and went outside. – Get the broom, shorty!

–All because of your mentor! – the magician drawled from the depths of the house.

Soon you were standing with a broom in one hand, the princess was next to you, Merlin was silently waiting for you to start flying. 

–Are you sure you want to be alone?

–The broom won't hold three. Besides, I still can't move away from what I've read, – she shivered, as if from the cold.

–I left a note on the door, so you can go to rest or even sleep. They won't attack you.

–I hope so, – the girl sighed, and then walked away a couple of steps and waved to you and the magician. – Good luck!

You nodded and sat on the broom. Merlin clung to you from behind, like a tree trunk during a hurricane, and you slowly flew up before rushing forward at full speed. The bell sang its familiar melody, and you laughed, feeling the familiar wind currents. But you didn't feel like laughing when Merlin turned into a human and snuggled closer to you.

The broom lost control for a second from your embarrassment, and the magician clung to you harder.

–Look where you're going! We're reeling! – the prince shouted almost in your ear. – Who gave you a flight certificate?

–Witches don't have a flight certificate!

–I see!

You rolled your eyes and flew on. Otherwise, the flight was safe, although you couldn't get rid of the feeling of the magician's arms around your waist, and his chest pressed so close to your back that you can feel his rapid heartbeat even through the fabric.

You landed in the castle and immediately prepared to attack. Merlin put his hands in his pockets and calmly walked to the high door.

–Relax, there's no one here.

–I feel something terrifying ahead.

–To see this, you need to open the door. Leave it to me.

You nodded, but then remembered how tall the magician was. It ended up with you almost lying on the ground laughing while Merlin tried to open the door.

–Okay, I was wrong! – after many attempts, the prince said, sweating and panting. – Just stop laughing, my ears are already hurting!

You giggled again and walked over to him. The joint efforts of two people managed to open the door. You carefully walked into the hall, and now Merlin has taken out his talismans. 

Everything was quiet until you noticed a strange tree ahead, which caused your inner magical landmark a quiet horror. Seeing that you are slightly panicking, the magician grunts and stands in front of you. It would be more effective if he were as tall as before.

You and he slowly moved forward until you stopped a few meters away from the mirror, which seemed to be asleep. You swallowed and put your hand to the ground, immediately pressing your palm to your chest.

–What's there? – Merlin asked without taking his eyes off the tree.

–This creature sucks the life out. Probably because of him, we did not see a single living human soul below.

–And what are we going to do? Shall we destroy this tree?

–No, we can't, – you shake your head. – For greater efficiency, we need to defeat Regina first. In addition, special spells are required that can hit such a large mass…

–So we'll have to do research, – Merlin sighs, shaking his head. – There are no such books in my library. It is impossible to use such powerful striking spells during a team battle.

–We could go to the city for books, and Snow would look for her father in the meantime.

–You know, I'm even surprised that you can say something adequate.

You hit him in the side with the back of your hand, but the magician just smiles. He slightly lowers the talismans to get a better look at you.

Suddenly, some sounds are heard outside, and you grabbed Merlin, hugging her to you. Hiding in the roots of a tree, you quietly hissed in pain, imposing an illusion. The broom remained hidden outside.

The magician noticed that you were wincing from unpleasant sensations, and ordered you to close your eyes.

–What are you planning to do? – you whispered, hissing with terrible sensations, hearing someone getting closer and closer to the door.

–Just trust me. We're under an illusion, aren't we? – you nodded. – Then close your eyes quickly!

You obeyed his command, and the next second you were being hugged and pressed to your chest. Merlin sat down with his back to the roots, protecting you from the pain, and you turned your head towards the door, starting to watch. (Anything to distract from the feeling of the magician's hands gently holding you and pressing you closer to him).

Suddenly the doors swung open and the witch stepped inside. She quickly walked over to the tree and started talking to it in an aggressive voice. You heard only fragments of phrases, because you could not focus on anything but the warmth that Merlin's body gave.

–She wasn't there! Show it to me again!

–Unfortunately, I can't show Snow White. Some kind of interference is bothering me.

–What kind of interference?! You are a mirror and a tree at the same time, there should be no interference! Or do you doubt my abilities?!

–There is no way, but I still can't show the image of the princess. Some kind of magic is opposing me.

–This is definitely the magic of the red shoes… Tc! Looks like it's time to sort things out with yourself!

Regina left the room with a quick and loud step, but suddenly she returned with the broom, your broom, shaking magical objects in the air.

–She's definitely here somewhere! Use your magic to find out where the owner of this broom is!

You bulged your eyes, and then rushed forward. 

–Merlin ... – you whispered in horror, but the magician was already running, throwing you over his shoulder.

–You! – the witch shouted after you, and you started throwing spells, feeling how hard the hands of Merlin hurrying away were squeezing your sides.

You stole someone else's broom, just knocking it out of the hands of some wooden bear, and shouted at the prince to jump behind you. He clung to your waist, and you hurried away while the magician threw lightning bolts at the irritated Regina.

–Damn it! We've lost my broom! – you shouted as soon as you landed far enough away from the castle.

–And how is your broom different from this one? – the magician asked, rubbing the place where he was sitting on a broom. – Although yours is clearly more convenient.

–Merlin, magical things are not like ordinary ones! My broom is like a daughter to me! Or a son! I can't leave her! Besides, it's a gift from the mentor!

– Is there at least something that she didn't give you?!

–Yes. It's a gorgeous face, – you've pushed your hair back.

–Of the two of us, I'm the only one with a gorgeous face. And even in this form, – now it's his turn to click you on the forehead.

You pouted, picked up the broom and offered to continue the flight. "We have a lot of work to do." The prince nodded and was behind you again, hugging your waist. You might... even get used to it.

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Witch, Magician and Distrust (Part I)

You are a student of a fairy princess and part-time witch. Once you get to the "Fearless Seven" who have become dwarves, you decide to take the opportunity and help them dispel the curse. Of course, it's not that simple. First they need to learn to see the true beauty in other people.

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Just don't ask me how I came to this fanfiction. I watch movies too rarely.

Parts: II

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Who are witches? Beautiful young girls who want to win the pathetic love of the king and his kingdom? Old women living in the wilderness in huts, sending curses and eating children? Maybe someone even more terrible and disgusting, threatening society?

Well, it's not about you anyway.

You grew up in a family where people were not related to you by blood. You didn't know your real parents and didn't want to know. You grew up as a simple child, listening to stories about adventures, magic, princesses and princes.

You didn't know what talent you had. But your foster parents knew. And they tried to hide your true "dark nature" from you as long as possible.

Therefore, your upbringing was based on a few words: "kindness", "help to those in need", "escape from any unnecessary attention". This was done so that if your magic does awaken, you have a chance for a happy life without villainy.

When your magic first awoke, you were in shock and too scared to think straight. You ran off into the woods, loudly shouting apologies to the boy who was accidentally struck by lightning. You couldn't see anything because of the tears, your heart was beating fast, and the darkness around you didn't scare... exactly until the moment you realized where you were.

You were deep in the forest and didn't know where to go. Falling to your knees, you burst into tears even more. The forest seemed to enjoy your suffering and sobbing.

But suddenly a woman with green skin appeared next to her, looking like a witch. You screamed in fright and tried to escape, but her hand firmly grabbed your wrist. You tried to get out, but soon realized that everything was in vain.

The woman asked you why you were in the forest so late. Sobbing and stuttering, you told her about how you wounded a neighbor's boy. The woman listened to you, nodded, and then led you back to the village.

The stranger turned out to be a fairy princess. She saw the potential in you and offered to direct the magic inside to something good. You were only "for".

Your training was long, but you enjoyed using magic to help people. Of course, your "tainted blood" sometimes got the better of you, and you did minor dirty tricks, but nothing that people could start shouting at the very sight of you: "Run! The Witch is coming!"

When you first saw the Fearless Seven, you were quite excited. You thought you could have a nice chat with them and find out the reasons why they decided to save people. Maybe even learn a couple of spells from their leader, Merlin! But you were cruelly deceived by your hopes.

There was no nice conversation that day. That day you were cornered, clutching a lost child to you. The baby cried and tried harder to hide in your mantle.

You watched with shock and slight fright the lightning bolts running along the fingertips of the team leader. Your thoughts were running back and forth, you tried not to be distracted by beautiful young men, which was quite difficult. Your cheeks were red, your hands were shaking, you couldn't remember a single spell.

–Give us the child, witch, – Merlin said suddenly, and you shuddered. He pronounced the word "witch" with a mixture of disgust, annoyance and superiority.

You frowned, opening your mouth to hiss at him in displeasure. How is your magic worse than this boy's magic? In theory, you are even stronger than him, given the fact that many witches are able to take power from the environment! You were about to yell at the "Fearless Seven" when you suddenly noticed that they all dangerously hold their weapons. A little more, and you will simply be pierced with everything you can!

Your rage has abruptly disappeared. You smiled crookedly out of fear for your life and opened your mouth again, but this time to ask at least to talk. But the guys' faces clearly informed you that there would be no conversation.

And at that moment, a dark green fog took over everything around. You coughed, looking around in surprise. You didn't use any spell, so what is it? Suddenly, your mentor's hands were on your shoulders. The princess winked and moved you away to the nearest village, where the child's parents were waiting for him.

And while the people in the background were happily hugging each other, you looked sadly at your teacher. The woman patted you on the cheek and smiled.

–They do their job, (Y/N). They thought you stole the baby. Their distrust of you is understandable. Do you want us to go to them and introduce you as a good witch?

You immediately cheered up and nodded. The woman pinched your cheek and smiled even wider.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Your mentor was abducted by a dragon. You immediately rushed to save her, grabbing your broom and flying in search of a woman.

When you reached the city where the dragon flew, your mentor was saved. You wanted to rush to hug her and thank the heroes with joy, but suddenly the famous "Fearless Seven" made a big mistake. Young people attacked your mentor.

You watched with slack jaw and wide-open eyes as Merlin struck the princess with his lightning bolts, and his comrades rushed at the woman with weapons. Some man even came up to you and put the lower jaw back in place, saying that a fly would fly in there. You slowly turned your head towards him, pointing your finger at the stage, unable to move or speak.

When it was over, you were still able to rush forward to check if the woman was okay. She certainly wasn't hurt. You looked in the direction of the "Fearless Seven", epic going into the sunset, and raised your hand, ready to curse a person for the first time in your life.

But your teacher slowly stood up, shook her head and opened her wings, enhancing her magic. You stepped aside and nodded silently, letting the princess do the whole thing herself.

And so people were cursed and turned into little gnomes. You left the city with a woman while continuing your studies.

After about a year, you were officially a fully trained witch. Your mentor has gone on vacation, allowing you to travel the world on your own. She gave you a bell before leaving, saying that you could always ring it if something happened.

–I will arrive at any moment to help you, my little witch, – she said finally, patting you on the head before going to rest.

So, in just a month you have visited all your friends, "parents", and also helped many people. Having decided to start saving the princesses, because the "Fearless Seven" apparently disappeared for some reason, you stopped in a small town, from which you quickly flew on.

And in vain! The broom went out of control because of the storm. Besides, there was a full moon, your powers became a little unstable. In the end, you could only squeeze the broom shaft hard and pray that you didn't fall off and turn into a dead pile.

The bell rang on your belt, creating a beautiful melody along with the thunder. Magic had to be poured into a small metal object to make it work. You could also call it and say "I need help", and then your mentor will also come to your call. But so far you haven't been up to bells. You were screaming, feeling that your stomach would fall out of your mouth at the next sharp movement of the broom. Your knuckles turned pale, you almost didn't feel your hands from the cold. It was only a matter of time before you hit something.

So, after a long time of flight, you flew into a tree near a strange house on a hill. Fortunately, the foliage was quite soft, so you didn't break anything. The bell also worked as a protective talisman, so you weren't hurt. When you fell to the ground, you only hit your cheek hard, but you had no problems with treating wounds.

So you grabbed your broom and hurried into the house before the rain reached you... again. After knocking, you did not wait for an answer. Mentally apologizing to the owners, you went inside, breaking the lock with a master key. What? You're still an evil, evil witch!

The house was warm, smelled vaguely of food. You dried your clothes and broom by the fireplace, which you lit with magic. You settled down on a small sofa and waited for the owners to come. But they still weren't there... so you just fell asleep, hiding behind your mantle and hat. You hoped that you would be able to sense their presence before they discovered you.

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–Hey, hey, hurry up! Our house has been attacked!

–Who could attack us? Who needs a house of green dwarfs? – Hans asked, pointing at himself. He was carrying a large basket of food with him and didn't want to engage in fights at the moment. He wanted to cook!

–Thanks for reminding me, Hans! – Jack said irritably, looking at himself in the mirror. – Your words always hit the very middle of the target.

– I'm serious, we were attacked! – Arthur shouted, pointing at the tree. – Or at least our vegetation.

–M-m, a silhouette? – Jack stepped forward, noticing the uneven foliage. – I'm a silhouette professional. And it's definitely the silhouette of a witch! – the prince pointed to the bars that lay at the feet of Merlin, who is currently actively examining the remains of the broom.

–Wait, wait, let's not jump to conclusions! – Hans was next to me in the same second. – What if it's not a witch, eh?.. – pause. – Okay, it's definitely a witch.

–It could be the witch who cursed us! – Merlin pointed to the outline of a body on the foliage. – We have to catch her and make her lift the curse!

The dwarves nodded to each other and almost all went towards the front door to trap the witch.

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When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, a ray of sunlight hit you in the eye. Hissing softly, you jumped up, looking around.

Did I fall asleep?! You looked around the room in a panic. No one has been here since yesterday. Phew, and I already thought that the owners were scared of me and ran away.

You exhaled with relief and picked up your broom. Putting it near the entrance, you decided to write a note and leave some sweets bought in the city. Yes, you could have left just like that, but that's not what your mentor taught you!

So, you wrote your letter using the wall as a table. You were completely focused on the words that you were writing with your own hands, that you didn't even notice how someone got close to the house…

You had a second to notice the enemy…

Suddenly the door swung open and you turned your head, smiling shyly at the owners. When no one was found at eye level, you slowly lowered your head and saw the little gnomes frozen at your appearance.

The paper on which you tried to write the words in a neat handwriting was abruptly crumpled and dropped to the floor.

–You!.. – you screamed, filled with anger.

–The witch! – they answered you, interrupting. The six dwarves charged.

Wait, six? You abruptly turned around and stretched out your hand using your strength. The wok froze in the air, and then flew away with the dwarf.

You felt the back of the neck of the zipper. Closing your eyes, you remembered that fear the last time you met Merlin. But now you weren't going to give up and let someone save you.

Putting your hand on the bell, you turned to the magician and shouted, clicking your hand. His medallions immediately crumbled into dust, the fire licked the gnome's hands a little.

You also dealt with the rest quickly. You were angry, but you tried not to hurt the members of the Fearless Seven. You didn't come to kill them. You didn't even come to humiliate them, but why not?

So, as soon as everyone was defeated and scattered in the corners, you went to the door with a proud gait. You were about to grab a broom and fly away, when you suddenly realized that there was no broom!

–Yeah! – twitching, you stared at Merlin holding your broom and almost shoving it into the fireplace! You wanted to save your mentor's gift, but with each movement the guy only brought the tree closer to the fire. – Stay where you are, witch! Otherwise, your broom will be destroyed!

–Y-you won't dare! – you shouted in a squeaky voice, panicking. Meanwhile, the rest of the dwarves were recovering and grabbing their weapons.

–How dare I! So stay where you are!

You had to listen.

Merlin ordered you to slowly raise your hands and not resist. You couldn't disobey, especially when your broom was at stake! She's almost like a mother to you! Sister! Any other relative! You can't let a stupid magician destroy her!

So, in the end, you ended up tied up. Merlin held your broom in his hands like a trophy. You wanted to kick him in the face. Your fingers were clutching the bell, you were ready to ask your mentor for help.

–Ha, we beat you, witch! – Arthur said happily.

–And what are you going to do with me next? – you asked without much enthusiasm, without taking your eyes off the broom.

–We, – Hans stuttered, but quickly shut up.

There was silence. You sighed and rolled your eyes, arching an eyebrow questioningly.

–In theory, we should destroy you ... – muttered Hans, looking at your face. – But I'm not quite sure... Merlin, is she definitely a witch?

–I can feel it, – the magician beat himself on the arm with a broom. – And since she's a witch... oh, you should know that disgusting-looking woman who cursed us!

–She doesn't look disgusting! Don't you dare say that about my mentor! – you shouted, pursing your lips.

And again silence…

Three voices belonging to triplets:

–A mentor?

–The teacher?

–Professors?

–Yes. That "disgusting looking woman" is my teacher.

–Yeah! – Merlin pointed his finger in your face. – Then you should know exactly where she is!

–Why would I help you? – you asked with a displeased face. – You tried to kill me before and beat my mentor badly.

– I still have your broom, – the guy pointed to the magic item.

–And if I tell you that I can get out of these ropes in a second and break something for you?

–I don't think you can beat me in anything: in magic or in physical strength. And we always have Arthur for that.

The brown-haired prince nodded gravely.

You rolled your eyes and hugged your knees to your chest, looking at the dwarves. Merlin was very foolish not to seal your magic power as soon as the ropes bound your body. And even if you can't do it yourself, you can always call a mentor. But…

For some reason you wanted to help these little green men. Maybe because everyone deserves redemption and love? And interaction with them, perhaps, would help these people in the guise of dwarves to become a little better?..

(And get the status of the savior of the "Fearless Seven").

Of course, you weren't going to take them to your mentor directly. She still had a vacation! But no one knows that you can summon her at any time, right?

– Well, – you said, stretching the vowels, – I agree to help you, – the dwarves looked at each other quite triumphantly. – But with one condition, – everyone immediately stared at you. – you will not restrict my freedom and magic, – you pointedly looked at Merlin. – And also return the broom, it is dear to me.

The dwarves pondered, and then gathered in a small circle. They started whispering to each other until eventually Merlin came out to you, burning with his gaze.

–Why should we trust you, witch?

–First of all, I have a name…

–You all look the same.

–...and secondly, do you have a choice? Only I know where I can find the fairy princess. So you either cooperate with me, or I quickly find a way to escape from here and leave you.

The dwarves talked to each other again. Then Merlin said the final answer:

–All right, witch. We agree. But if I notice that you're doing your filthy magic somewhere near us, I'll turn you into ashes with my lightning bolts.

It would sound more epic if you weren't almost three times shorter than me. You giggled. Merlin pouted. Rolling your eyes, you nodded, also agreeing to these conditions.

Soon you were untied. Merlin was watching you closely, squinting. Hans poured you some tea, and while you were enjoying the taste of the drink.

–So, where is your mentor, petite sorcière? – Jack asked, straightening his hair without even looking at you.

–Um, we'll be able to meet her in about a month, when there's the next full moon. Until that moment, I will not be able to introduce you to her in any way, – you pretended to sigh with sadness.

–I think the word 'talk' is more appropriate here, – Hans shouted from the kitchen.

–I think the word "fight" would be best here, – Arthur corrected.

–Anyway, – Merlin snapped his fingers, drawing attention to himself. – And what are you going to do all this time?"

–What do you mean I'm going to?

–We're not going to let you go anywhere.

–This is our only chance to get back to normal, – Jack took out a hygienic lipstick and began to take care of his lips.

–But what about the opportunity to break the curse with a kiss?

–No one wants to kiss us with such faces, – Merlin poked his cheek. – Especially the most beautiful woman in the world!

You opened your mouth, but immediately closed it. Let him think for himself, idiot.

–In that case, I'll stay here. I'll go back and forth, help you with the housework. I'm good at making potions, if you want to know. Will that be enough?

Merlin thought, and then nodded. He sat down opposite you and said dangerously low:

–I'm watching you, witch.

–(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).

– It doesn't change anything.

Cheeky boy! Well, nothing. I'll show you that I have a little "tainted blood" in me.

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Hello there! I just had a quick question; will you be continuing your ”Witch, magician, and distrust” Merlin x reader? i think it’s really good and im curious to see how it turns out! ^^

Hi! Of course, I will continue this story, but a little later. My inspiration and energy goes and comes, each time refusing to leave my schedule