#witch!reader

[gremlingottoosilly]

More Eldritch Horror! Konig with a Witch! ?

It's insane, honestly. A creature of such power as Konig shouldn't behave like this - he should be above such silly matters as breeding, he shouldn't follow you around the house like a lovesick puppy and then fuck you like there is no tomorrow. He shouldn't express sexual interest in mortals, humans, no matter how magical they are - certainly not in some loser witches who couldn't even get the familiar summon properly. You use his tentacle slime for potions - it creates a powerful aphrodisiac and even more powerful poison in the right proportions. It's a good use for a uselessly strong familiar, but having to milk him every night just to get the slime out is honestly making it not worth it. But if you are not milking him for his cum, then he would just have to stuff you with it, and you already feel like your poor, used and abused holes need just a bit of rest. As adorable as he looks, having an eldritch demon carefully put some soothing lotions in your used and swollen pussy is just a bit scary. Especially when he loses control again and just eats you out like a creature starving. It's nice to have his protection, though - no other magical creature is trying to mess with you when you have the smell of an eldritch imprinted on you. It feels weird, of course, as the people around are attempting to bow before the Konig's mate, sensing the danger that comes with being around you. Having Konig's brood is also making you stronger - the energy flooding your veins, making you just a bit too jumpy than before. You can't even perform basic spells without it backfiring, but Konig is doing more than enough in terms of providing for you - even if that means robbing poor magicians from their potions and anything edible in their houses, only to bring it back to you as a trophy. Sometimes, you think he understands human morals too well - he just chooses to ignore it, even pretending not to understand mortal language when you're scolding him. Konig is a large creature and, with a hood concealing his face - if it weren't for the constant sloppy kisses he gives you, you'd thought he doesn't have a material head at all - and almost shy whenever he is not fucking you or harassing trespassers. Woe on those who are trying to infiltrate your little cottage, however - he feeds off human flesh and souls(and pancakes you had to make for him) and wouldn't mind taking your enemies as his dinner. Even if said enemies are just happen to be around when he is angry.

[willsimpforanyone]

i LOVE your writing, you're so talented!! can i request a leo valdez x reader pirate au? leo is a pirate, reader's a witch he has his eye on for some time and it's slow burn and steamy and really magical overall lmao sorry i get too carried away (also sub whimpery leo pretty please)

oh my GOD i love these kinds of requests, let’s go right ahead

content warnings! there is smut at the end of this, containing a desperate leo, who very much gets off on his witch’s pleasure

The bell above the door rings and I don’t even turn around. “Sorry, we’re closed right now, come back tomorrow.”

There’s a pause, during which I assume whoever walked in had left. I jump out of my skin when there is a voice instead. “…Isn’t that bad for business when your shop is on the docks?”

I whirl around, magic singing at my fingertips like a reflex, eyes wide and glaring. Somehow, the voice matches the person; he’s short-ish, curly, very dark brown hair, tanned in a way that you only get from being on the sea almost every day. He’s got a loose shirt, billowy as a cliche, almost cinched at the waist with a belt laden with… general sailor crap, I guess.

His eyes are as wide as mine, and clearly the pause lasts a little too long for him to be comfortable. He clears his throat. “I was told there was a sea witch here?”

“That depends.” I hide my hands behind my back and straighten up behind the counter. “Who told you that?”

The guy slowly closes the door behind him, quieting the noise from the docks to a low hum. “You know that saying ‘that depends’ is always a ‘yes’?”

I roll my eyes and shrug, relaxing and leaning my forearms on the top of the counter, loose sleeves grey and dull against the dark wood. “Do you only talk in questions?”

He opens his mouth and promptly closes it. I smirk and I can see the way his cheeks go pink even in my shadowy shop and his tanned skin. Clearing his throat, he steps forward, a hand held out.

“Leo Valdez, first mate and engineer for the Argo II.”

My fingers curl around his, ringed and decorated against his rough, bare hand. “I’d say a pleasure, but it’s more a confusion. The Argo II? Really?”

“Hey, it’s my ship, I’ll call it what I want,” Leo frowns, and our hands break apart. “And I know it’s already been hours since I walked in-“

“Three minutes,” I correct him.

“-but do you think I could grab a couple protection charms before I reach my time limit and my captain gives me a verbal lashing worth ten physical ones?”

My eyes narrow. “How many is ‘a couple’?”

Leo does some mental mathematics, then counts on his fingers. “…five.”

“Five?” I run my hand over my head, barely brushing my bandana. “…fine, but payment first.”

His hands go to his belt, beginning to rifle through the pouches and pockets. “Oh, yeah, how much?”

With a cough, I rap my knuckles against the counter surface. “Not monetary, First Mate Valdez.” Yes, the capitalisation is verbalised. “I want a secret.”

He freezes, and slowly retracts his searching fingers. “You want a secret?”

I reach behind me towards the boxed shelves against the wall, and a beautiful curled seashell jumps into my hand. It’s a creamy-pink, and my rings clink softly against the surface as my fingers fit neatly into the grooves of the curl.

“A secret.” I set the shell down and look at him expectantly. “Better be quick for your captain and all.”

Clearly, this takes a minute for Leo to process, the whir of clockwork thoughts almost audible in the subdued atmosphere of my shop. I wait patiently; it’s on his head if he wants to take his time, I guess.

A minute goes by before he appears to reboot. Shaking his head a little, he exhales and braces his hands on the counter. “Okay, okay, a secret, huh? Okay… sometimes I make up problems in the underneath of the boat so I can go be by myself, and none of the others know because I can use complicated language that only the captain understands.”

The silvery thread of his words spins invisibly from his lips, something thin and delicate but reasonably strong. It’s a pretty big secret for Leo; not something I’m particularly impressed by, but maybe he just doesn’t have many secrets.

The secret fills the seashell neatly. I kiss my thumb and swipe it over the shell opening, sealing the secret. Leo looks baffled and intrigued, but has the sense not to ask, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as I tuck the seashell back onto the shelf behind me.

“Five protection charms…” I mutter to myself, the wooden floor creaking under my feet as I search the shop. There’s no way I have five matching ones, so I end up with a mismatched collection of seaglass against misfortune, weather abnormalities, two for favourable winds and one for aiming true with a blade.

I dangle them in front of Leo’s face, each one strung on a leather cord, and explain which is which. “Good enough?”

“Good enough.” He grabs the charms with a bright smile and brighter eyes. “Thanks, witch!” And he bolts.

Damn, guess that captain of his is serious.

/// /// ///

I barely spare Leo a thought until a few weeks later when he bursts through the door and making me jump out of my skin again. He’s soaked, head to toe, dripping onto my floor, and somehow steaming.

“…Can I help you?” I raise an eyebrow as he pants, raking wet curls out of his face.

“You got something for not being the unlucky motherfucker that got squid-ed?”

I blink. A smirk twitches at my lips. “I’m sorry, ‘squid-ed’?”

“Squid-ed.” Leo takes a breath and grabs a piece of seaglass from around his neck. “I got squid-ed. Tentacled. Non-consensually ejected from my own ship by a multi-legged bitch with a beak.” He drops the protection charm on the counter, where it becomes evident it’s split in two. “Anything to help with that?”

There’s a beat before I’m able to swallow my laugh. “Okay, first of all, stop dripping on my floor.” I brush my hand out like I’m sweeping dust, and the puddle that’s accumulated at his feet creeps back out the door like a scolded child.

Leo watches with abject fascination until I clear my throat. “Oh, oh, yeah-” And the steam around him intensifies, clouds of warmth seemingly produced from him until he’s almost completely dry. I shoo the steam out the crack of a window, a chill facade masking wonder at what the hell just happened.

“Now that’s sorted,” I clap my hands, rings clinking. “You’ll need something specifically against aberrations or something that dulls your aura enough that monsters won’t be able to detect you.”

Leo sucks in air through his teeth. “Sounds expensive.”

“But worth it.” I’ve already turned around, searching my shelves for what I need. “I’m guessing you got stuck with the charm for true aim, right?”

“Yeah,” Leo sighs, his eyes darting over the contents of the shop for apparently the first time. Well, it’s only the second time he’s been here, I guess. “I was late so I got stuck with the useless one.”

I shoot him a stern look over my shoulder as I pull and snip a length of copper wire. “Word of advice? Don’t disparage a witch’s spells in front of her, especially when she’s currently making you a new one. And anyway, the glass split, so the charm did its job.”

He makes an absentminded sound and I watch as he pokes at a jar of coral. I snort in amusement as the coral snaps at him with needle teeth against the glass. Leo shakes his head again, pretending to casually saunter back to the counter. “Yeah, once. I had to throw my sword into the squid’s beak ‘cause it was going to eat me so I wanted to piss it off.”

“And you’re still here, so my magic did its job,” I point out, setting copper wire, pink sea glass, six wooden beads and a bottle of lily oil. “It only had one use because that’s all I had last time you were here.”

Leo frowns at my materials, but it’s a look of curiosity, of looking for a solution he can’t quite solve. After a moment or two, he looks up at me. “Payment first? I got some good secrets.”

“Payment first,” I agree, but hold up a hand as he opens his mouth. “But I don’t want a secret. I want to know how you dried yourself off.”

“…but I had a secret prepared.”

Leo shifts his weight from foot to foot, and I grin at his discomfort. “Clearly, but I don’t care about that. Tell me how you did it, and I’ll make you a strong aberration deterrent.”

I think I can see the scales being weighed in his head - I’ve only met him twice, and he’s had more thought processes in a sum of ten minutes than most people have in a day.

“Percy could probably save me… but I really don’t want to be squid-ed again,” he mutters, fingers drumming against the counter before his hand lands flat. “Okay, deal.”

I gesture with my hand, as if to say ‘you have the floor’. Leo lifts his hand and his fingers spark, sputter smoke, and light. A controlled flame, barely enough for candlelight, flickers at his fingertips.

My eyes widen, glancing between him and the almost playful fire dancing and throwing light onto my shop walls. Slowly, I reach under the counter and grab a small jar, setting it down. I hold out my hand, barely an inch away from his. “May I?”

Leo raises his eyebrows but nods. Carefully, like I’m handling something delicate and breakable, I take the flame from him and gently place it in the jar. I replace the lid on the jar and the flame dims, wiggles, and brightens again like it just realised it can breath just fine.

“Perfect,” I whisper, setting the jar off to the side. Leo watches the whole thing, his lips pressed together like he’s physically holding his questions in his mouth.

There’s an odd kind of calm that descends over the shop, a bubble of magic that focuses me as I weave Leo’s aberration protection. I douse my hands in oil of lily, and thread the beads around the sea glass in the centre with the copper wire, green strings of my magic tightening the knots and the loops and stabilising the sea glass into a proper, durable talisman.

At the quiet snap of my fingers, Leo passes me his broken protection charm, setting it in my outstretched palm. I separate the broken glass from the leather cord and string the cord into the talisman to make a necklace.

I know he can’t see it, but the talisman glows with a soft but steady green-pink light, and I hold it out with a smile and sense of satisfaction.

Leo accepts the necklace with something like reverance, and slips it over his head, tucking it under his shirt. “…no more getting squid-ed?”

I laugh and nod, leaning on the counter with my elbows. “No more getting squid-ed, while you have it on.”

He nods in satisfaction, glances briefly at his flame in the jar, and heads for the door. “My appreciation, witch, is all yours.”

“And the pleasure,” I wink. “Is mine too.”

Leo missteps at my wink and manages to miss the door handle. His flustered exit is soundtracked by my cackle.

/// /// ///

It’s a whole year before I see Leo again. The oddly charming, easily flustered first mate of the Argo II fades to the background of my life as I deal with familiar clients, gain new ones and lose a few old ones.

His flame still glows happily in its jar on my shelf, flickering and dancing within its confines to some invisible music. It’s through this that I know Leo is okay- the flame is linked to him, it used to be a part of him, so it has a connection. Whether or not he knows this, I have no idea, but he’s hardly unique in this; I have many jars containing a tiny link to people, a little something so I know who is nearer.

And… maybe it’s a reminder that there is a world beyond my shop.

I know that, of course, but being a witch of Amphitrite can have some stigma attached to it around the docks. Sticking to my four walls is safe, people come to me if they know me and need me, and I don’t do much beyond that.

It’s late when there’s a knock on my door, past dusk, past even the night fishers heading out for the evening.

“Come back tomorrow,” I call out, sat in the middle of my shop on the floor with a notebook and pencil.

“But I haven’t seen you in so long,” comes the voice, and it takes me a minute to place it as the voice speaks again. “I don’t want anything, can I come in?”

“…Leo?”

The door creaks open, and he peeks inside. His hair is longer - obviously it is, it’s been a year - but his eyes are exactly the same. Wide, curious, filled with more questions than the universe is equipped to answer.

“Hey, witch.”

I expect to bristle at the term, so often used in fear or anger or anxious reverence. Instead, his mouth wraps around the syllables with something like affection.

After a moment, I beckon him to come in. He does so, and promptly sits on the floor with me. “What are we doing?”

I smirk a little at the ‘we’. “I’m taking stock.”

Leo cocks his head, leaning over to look at my notebook page. “…from the floor?”

“From the floor.” I nod, resuming my stock-taking. My eyes go over my shelves, letting the contents speak; which ones need more, which ones can wait, which ones are sure they will be used soon so I should get more just in case.

Leo is quiet, just watching me as I make notes in my book. His hands reach into his pouches at his belt, seemingly unconsciously, and fiddles with whatever he finds.

After a while, I pause my note-taking, looking over. “…Why are you here?”

He doesn’t seem surprised by the question, and his lips pull into a soft but real smile. “I missed you.”

Not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. “You… missed me?”

Leo nods, spinning a thin, short wooden dowel in his fingers. “Yep. I missed you, so when we docked, I came over. That okay?”

Warmth pulses in my chest, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. There’s a long quiet, or at least it feels long, before I find the words to respond.

“Yeah, that’s… that’s okay.”

Leo stays until I’m done, quiet and occupying his busy hands with anything in reach. When I’m finished, he helps me stand up and asks me if I need anything, then gives me a small, honest smile before leaving.

I’m left with a strange longing in my chest and a coolness in the spot he was sitting. He missed me.

Hm.

/// /// ///

This time, it’s only two days before Leo is back. This time, he has a wrapped box in his hands and a skip in his step.

My eyes narrow as he waltzes through my door. “Can I help you?”

“Yes.” He sets the box down on the counter with a flourish. “I have fruits that need to be eaten and a need to spend time with my favourite witch.”

My confused silence clearly makes him nervous, and his bravado cracks somewhat. “…is that, like… okay? Is it weird, did I make it weird? It’s Piper’s idea, blame her-“

I laugh as Leo starts rambling, holding up a hand to stop him. “No, no, it’s not weird- well, it is, a bit, but I like it. No one has ever brought me a box of fruit.”

Nor wanted to spend time with me without wanting something.

Leo relaxes, sighing in relief as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thank fuck, I was gonna have to throw myself to the Kraken otherwise.”

“Drastic, and fortunately unnecessary,” I reassure him, pulling at the knot of the fabric surrounding the box to undo it. The wrap falls open, a sweet scent bursting from the box and curling around me like a hug. “…Wow.”

We end up behind the shop, where I actually live. It’s small, contained, but Leo fits neatly into the space like a piece of my puzzle. The fruit covers my dining table once it’s unboxed, and we eat with our hands, fingers sticky with juice. He tries to roast a blueberry and I almost fall off my chair laughing at the face he pulls when he eats it.

The sun has set by the time the fruit is gone, our voices softer and a little tired but persisting anyway.

Leo’s eyes meet mine, warm and brown and happy. “You know I like you, right?”

My heart does a funny little thing in my chest. “Yeah, I know.”

The lull is thick but not uncomfortable. Leo taps his fingers and opens his mouth again. “I can wait. I waited a year to see you again, I can wait some more.”

“Wait for what?” My voice is quiet, curious, a little hesitant.

He shrugs, standing up and picking up the empty fruit box, putting the fabric wrap inside it. “For you to like me too.”

His lips meet my forehead and he leaves, the bell above my shop door echoing his departure. I stay sat for a while, my magic humming in my veins like it knows something I don’t, and wonder if I’ll have to wait another year to see him again.

/// /// ///

I only have to wait a month. Then I only have to wait a week and a half, and then suddenly I’m seeing Leo every few days. Sometimes he asks me for spells, a charm for someone or other, but mostly he just… talks to me. He asks about the magic, the spells, the components and what they mean. I explain his talisman, replace one of the wooden beads that has cracked, and I ask him about his ship in return.

Once he comes with a blonde, grey eyes that sing with intelligence. She doesn’t introduce herself, Leo simply stares at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I feel a little like she’s scrutinising, opening me up with surgical precision and examining what she sees. Apparently, I pass whatever exam she had in her head, and she gives Leo a nod before turning and leaving without a word.

Leo beams, hops up on my counter and launches into a spiel about recent repairs he’d made on the Argo II.

He doesn’t say he likes me again, but I’d have to be utterly ignorant to not see the way he looks at me, the way his flame in a jar on my shelves glows a little brighter whenever he comes in, the way he looks like a puppy with a treat when I thank him or tell him he did a good job.

He fixes shelves and sands down my counter, and when I say I can do it myself, he simply winks and replies, “I know, but those hands should focus on magic. I like helping you, chica, please let me.”

Slowly, he becomes a part of my shop. Regulars know him, and Leo knows where everything is on my shelves, even anticipating some of the more common components I need and gathering them for me.

Leo becomes a part of my magic.

/// /// ///

The knock on my door feels like someone is hammering directly on my head. My magic, always a little more volatile when I’m annoyed or exhausted, buzzes like a wasp under my skin.

“What?” I snap at whoever is outside, honestly harsher than I’d meant to but I don’t have the energy to take it back.

Leo’s head peeks inside cautiously as he opens the door a few inches. “…You don’t sound happy.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not,” I gripe, rubbing my temples with my fingers to try and alleviate the throbbing behind my eyes. Leo slips inside and pads over, and I don’t even have to see him to know the look of concern across his face.

“Anything I can help with?” He offers. “Gathering something? Assisting in murder? Do you need a hug?”

All three propositions are said in an equally earnest tone that brings a tiny smile to my lips. “Thanks, Leo, I’m just pissed off - some twat wants ten infatuation charms and no matter how many times I told him I don’t do that, he kept pushing and said they better be done by the end of the week or he’ll throw me into the sea.”

Leo’s eyes widen in alarm. “That sounds really very not good.”

“I can deal with him,” I shrug, rubbing the heel of my palm into one of my eyes. “Bit pointless throwing a sea witch into the sea, but he can try. I’m more inclined to go warn everyone in the village that there’s a creep wanting love spells.”

“Still,” Leo frowns, leaning on the counter and gently pulling my hand away from my eye. “He shouldn’t have threatened you. How about a hug, then we go cause some murder?”

I laugh, tired but real. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

Leo grins and makes his way around the counter to be on my side, not hesitating to wrap me up in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth soaking into me. My arms loop around his waist, and the tension in my body loosens just a little.

“I’m sorry that guy was a dick,” he mumbles into my hair, lips brushing my temple. “My witch doesn’t deserve to be threatened.”

“I can take him,” I murmur, eyes closed as I bury my nose into his shirt, the smell of the sea perpetually clinging to the material. I pull back, looking at him with a tired smirk. “You don’t get to fuck with a witch and just leave.”

His arms squeeze me tighter for a second, his grin directed full power at me. “That’s my girl.” And he kisses me on the cheek.

We both freeze.

For four, long, agonising seconds, nothing happens. Then Leo opens his mouth.

“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it- well, no, I did mean it, definitely meant it, but I didn’t mean to actually do it- I mean, I kinda did, ‘cause I like you a lot and I think I might love you- shit, I didn’t meant to say that-”

“Leo.”

His jabbering mouth snaps shut and he looks very much like he’s trying not to set his cheeks on fire from how red they are. I make him wait another four seconds, just because I can, then… “Do it again.”

Leo makes a noise of confusion, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not grin like an idiot. “You heard me. Do it again.”

Slowly, cautiously, like he’s approaching a feral animal, Leo leans in and gently kisses my cheek again. He barely moves away, his lips hovering over my skin so close I can feel his shallow breaths. “Again.”

It feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop but wants to make the most of the situation while it’s still in the air. He kisses my cheek again, a little closer to my lips. “Again.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, barely a touch of his lips to mine, and I swear I can feel his heart trying to escape his chest.

“Again.”

He hesitates, big brown eyes looking into mine like he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating. I quirk my eyebrow. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

And just like that, Leo surges forward to capture me in a kiss. His hands fly from my back to my cheeks, slightly shaky as he cups my face. The kiss is hot, meltingly so, and Leo becomes breathless immediately as he presses kiss after kiss like he wants to memorise the shape of my mouth.

My hands grip at his sides, fingers curling into his shirt as I keep him close, my tongue swiping at the seam of his lips and earning myself a tiny whimper as Leo lets me deepen the kiss.

“Oh my gods,” he mumbles into the kiss, the words coloured in disbelief and tentative excitement. “I’m kissing you- you’re letting me kiss you, oh my gods, thank you-”

I laugh into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip to get him to whimper again, the sound crawling under my ribs and curling up next to my heart. “You’re thanking me?”

“Yes.” He says it like it’s obvious, of course he’d thank me, why wouldn’t he? “It’s a gift.” Another deep, longing kiss. “Should always be grateful for gifts.”

“Gods, you’re so cute,” I breathe, my hands running up from his waist into his hair. Leo honest-to-gods wobbles on his knees, a single compliment enough to have him wavering with what little composure he has.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers, kissing me again like he’ll forget how to breathe if he stops. “Don’t do that because then I’ll have to get on my knees and I don’t know if you’d be okay with that.”

Oh, that just sounds like an invitation. A wicked grin spreads across my face and I tug lightly at his curls. “Aww, but you’d look so good on your knees for me.”

“Fuck-” Leo inhales sharply, visibly shuddering. “Is that what you want? I can do that, shit, I’ll do anything you want, please, just let me taste you.”

His begging simmers hot and heavy in my stomach. I slip a hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, and gently push.

Leo, eyes wide and kiss-swollen lips parted, goes down beautifully easy. His knees land with a soft thud on the wooden floor, his hands reaching out to tangle in my loose, layered skirt. I was right - he looks so fucking good on his knees.

“Go on,” I murmur after a moment of him just looking at me like he’s not sure I’m real. “You wanted to taste me, right?”

He nods so quickly I’m briefly worried he’ll give himself whiplash. Trembling but still dexterous hands undo my belt and pull down my skirt, his breath audibly catching. My shirt falls over my hips like it did it on purpose, and Leo actually whines as the fabric obscures his view.

“No, come back-”

It’s impossible to stifle my laugh as he paws at my thighs, pushing the edge of the shirt up to my stomach with trembling hands. Leo pouts up at me, but his sulking lasts maybe two seconds before he drags his nose over the tops of my thighs. “Gods, you smell so good.”

The first touch of his lips between my legs is soft, barely a kiss, but it sends a shiver up my spine and a ripple through my magic. With gentle hands, he coaxes my thighs further apart and I lean back against the counter, bracing my hands against the edge with a steadying breath.

The second touch is firmer, a little more confident. Leo grips at my thighs, fingers dimpling the flesh as he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to my folds. The soft noise I let out is lost under the wanton groan that Leo makes, like he’s been looking for something for forever and has finally, finally been allowed to find it.

There’s no more hesitation, Leo burying his face in my pussy with reckless abandon. Each moan vibrates through my entire body, his tongue hot and eager as it laps up the mess already weeping from me. His hands squeeze at my thighs, like he’s physically holding himself back from digging his fingers in to ground himself as he gets utterly lost in my taste.

One of my hands remains gripping the edge of the counter, but the other finds a new home amongst his curls, tangling in the strands. Each accidental tug earns a muffled moan until they’re no longer accidental, and I pull his mouth to exactly where I want it to be.

He doesn’t resist, following my lead. His lips wrap around my clit and suck, and he visibly shivers when the action pulls a sharp gasp from my chest. He does it again and again until I forcibly pull him off, redirecting him a little lower. I can feel my release glowing hot and bright in my stomach, my breathing shortening as my heart pounds and stutters in my chest.

“Leo,” I moan, and he opens his eyes to look up at me. Words vacate my head as our gazes meet, my mind going blank at the shiny glaze of his eyes, his pink cheeks pressed to the insides of my thighs.

My restraint breaks as the sweet boy whimpers against my pussy. Head thrown back, my fingers grip his hair painfully tight as I come on his tongue, a breathy cry pulled forcefully from my lips. Leo whines, licking up every drop of release, drinking it down until my legs are shaking and I have to push him away to be able to breathe. My magic shimmers around me like waves of heat, distorting the air above my skin with a silvery shine.

He sits back on his heels, panting, his lower face glistening, and I watch with aroused fascination as a droplet rolls down his neck. The smile on his face is almost pure despite the debauchery that inspired it, and his hands lay still on his lap. My shaky hand cards through his hair and if he could purr like a cat, he would.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Leo shifts on his knees, swallowing, a hint of nerves in his voice as he speaks. “Did I- Was it- good?”

“Yeah, sweet boy,” I huff a laugh, hand leaving his hair to cup his chin, thumb stroking over his jaw affectionately. “That was… yeah, you did a really good job.”

He melts, leaning into my hand as his body sags in relief. “Oh, thank the gods, I think I would have cried if you’d said anything else.”

I laugh again, gently lifting his chin up until he takes the hint and stands up on wobbly knees. Leo grabs onto the counter either side of me, slightly shaky, and he rests his forehead against mine. “Did I help, lovely witch of mine?”

“You did.” My hands loop around his waist, pulling him closer until his front is flush with mine. A short hiss escapes his lips and I raise an eyebrow. “…you okay, sweetheart?”

Leo has been blushing this entire time, but he’s never been more red than the moment after I asked that tiny question. “I-I’m fine, just…” He shifts a little and damp fabric brushes again my lower stomach.

My eyes widen, heat and delight curling in my gut as I look down, then back up. “Did you-?”

“I really, really liked eating you out,” he confesses, quiet and shy. I cup his face with both hands this time, pulling him into a messy, fierce kiss, moaning as I taste myself on his tongue. He makes a noise of surprise before sinking into it, his arms weaving around my waist.

I break the kiss, giggling as he tries to chase my lips with a needy whine. “Oh, I’m keeping you.”

Leo closes his eyes and grins nuzzling into my cheek. “My captain might have something to say about that.”

“Nah,” I whisper, shaking my head with a mirrored grin. “I’m a witch, honey, I can do whatever I want.”

“…can you do me?”

this is over 5k words, it’s a monster, I was gonna make it longer but i wanted to get it out to you so much! if you read all the way through, well done, you get a seashell charm from the witch’s shop, but remember the price…

[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request a platonic weasel (creature commandos) x reader where weasel, for one reason or another, gets really attached to the reader. Maybe here, reader is a witch that’s in jail with him and the others for killing a bunch of bad rich people and was forced to join the creature commando squad

☆ Following Like A Lost Dog — Weasel & Witch!GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 At first, you didn't really think anything of Weasel above what everyone else did. He just seemed like a mangy, likely-rabies-powered monster stuck in there with the rest of you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Over some time, you began to kinda pity the thing. Nobody was ever really pleased to be anywhere near him, he barely seemed conscious of himself, and he was very often completely written off

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Slowly, you got kinder to Weasel. Offering him leftovers of your food, sharing your space, and even occasionally finding ways to engage in games with him. It felt a little strange still, but at least the mutant was appreciating your efforts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Weasel began looking out for you. He tugs you back when he can sense something dangerous is ahead and brings you back some scraps whenever he fetches food, even getting defensive when someone he doesn't trust gets too close

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You become someone Weasel responds to very well when it comes to telling orders or explaining details. He's still a few fuses short of a fully conscious mind, but he at least tries to listen to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Fetches anything he can to bring it to you for play, even during missions. Sometimes it's something as harmless as a stick, and other times it's a whole arm or dangerous weapon. Best to keep an eye out whenever he starts wandering too far

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notices whenever you're in need of emotional support and tends to offer it by placing his head on your lap or atop your shoulder, whimpering in concern for his closest friend

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very excited to introduce you to his caseworker, and she's very grateful for you helping Weasel feel less outcasted while stuck in penitentiary, as his behavior genuinely began improving a lot after meeting you

[blank-potato]

I Love The Girl With Magic Ways

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Witch!Reader

Summary:

He’s there, standing at the foot of your bed, shadows clinging to him like silk. Those eyes, golden and curious, lock onto yours. Not threatening. Not kind. Just... watching. “You dream of me,” he says, not asking. You swallow, and the air thickens. “That's not an invitation to break into my room at night.” He tilts his head, taking a step closer. “You called me. You always do��when your thoughts stray, when your control slips. You think about me more than you care to admit.” You don’t respond. Can’t. Because he’s not wrong. Or When training with Bob goes awry, you come face-to-face with The Void, and he's interested in you; he wants to know what makes you tick.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: Title from Magic Ways by Tatsuro Yamashita (such a good song). I'll probably write a part 2 to this, methinks (linked below). Here's the link to the request here. Enjoy!

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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He’d broken the mirrors and the containment shields in the training facility and accidentally thrown you into a wall with his mind.

Training with Bob wasn’t going well.

It was frustrating, more for him than you, but still difficult. When you had tried to help him focus, to channel his power, you’d taken a gentle approach, even though gentleness didn’t come naturally to you all the time.

“I swear, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know…," you groan, brushing dust off your sleeve as you push yourself up.

You make your way back over to him. He’s sitting on the floor, hands in his lap, and anxiety is coming off him in waves.

“It’s okay,” you say softly, sitting beside him. “You’ll get it.”

You don’t know if the look on your face is reassuring or just tired, but judging by the way he won’t meet your eyes, it probably isn’t convincing. He doesn’t seem any more confident.

You sit next to him, trying to think of how to teach him control in a way he’ll actually absorb. You sigh, watching him.

“When I harness my magic, it’s like… holding energy, shifting it from one place to another, like water between cupped hands. Maybe if I show you how I do it, you can follow. How’s that sound?” You sigh, not meaning to sound tired, but you swear you still have a crick in the neck from hitting the wall.

“I’ll give it a shot.”

You nod, the light glowing in your hands, flickering softly like a heartbeat. Bob finds it beautiful, the way you shape it and mould it with such ease. He doesn’t fully understand it himself, not yet, but there’s awe in his eyes.

“Your turn,” you say gently, passing the moment to him.

He tries. Nothing happens at first, just stillness, but then there’s a faint buzzing in the air, a low hum that tickles the edges of your senses. He can feel it. So can you. His eyes glow as he concentrates.

He’s getting there, but—

“Just a little more…”

Your hand hovers next to his, almost touching, and suddenly, there’s a jolt, like a circuit overloading. Lights flicker, then short out, sparks raining from a fixture above. Half the room is thrown into darkness, the other half stuttering with flickering light.

Bob exhales sharply, his face contorting in frustration. “I messed up again,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. It had been at least the tenth mistake in the last thirty minutes, and it was starting to wear him down.

“Control can be hard to learn, but it doesn’t mean it’s impossible…,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, calm, and reassuring.

“I’m hopeless…” Bob murmurs, the words heavy with self-doubt. His chuckle is bitter, empty, and the silence that follows feels louder than any explosion. His eyebrows knit together, and he looks away, shoulders slumping under the weight of his frustration.

You step closer, the glow still dancing faintly in your palms.

“You’re not hopeless. You’re learning. And that’s never a straight line.”

You feel a chill slide down your spine as something shifts, and darkness begins to creep in, curling at the edges of the room like smoke spilling through cracks.

“Bob?” You call again, more urgent now.

The room is fading into a thick, velvet black, seeping into every crevice, swallowing light and colour like a slow tide.

“Bob? Talk to me,” you say, your voice cutting through the dark, a single thread trying to reach him before the void does. It’s too late, though. 

He keeps his head down. It’s clear the words aren’t even getting to him anymore. The darkness overtakes him, swallowing him whole. What emerges is a shadowy figure only being illuminated by the faint flickering light of the broken overheads.

You step toward him, slow and cautious, before you meet his gaze.

His golden eyes glint back at you through the dark, sharp and gleaming with something unreadable. A sinister smile works its way onto his face, deliberate, unsettling in its calmness.

“I’m curious about you,” The Void murmurs, voice low and unnervingly calm. “I want to know what you can do.”

“And I want to talk to Bob,” you retort, eyes narrowing.

“You are talking to Bob,” it replies, with a slight twist of amusement, mocking, almost cruel. “...a part of him, at least.”

You smirk, sharp and laced with sarcasm. “Charming.”

He steps closer and invades your space like a cold draft slithering under a door. The air tightens, heavy and bitter. You can feel his presence: not just beside you, but around you, coiling like smoke, probing.

Still, you hold your ground, looking straight into his eyes. You don’t flinch. “How interesting,” he muses, tilting his head. His darkness moves again, tendrils slipping toward you, tasting the air around your magic, your thoughts, your fear.

But they meet resistance. Your magic flares, and the darkness recoils, hissing as it brushes against your glow.

You remain standing, untouched.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you say, voice like steel wrapped in silk. “And Bob isn’t yours to keep.”

He studies you before letting out a low, curious laugh. “No,” he says finally. “Maybe not.”

“Could I keep you instead?” The Void asks, voice low, almost amused, but there’s something sincere beneath it. He reaches out to touch your face, fingers grazing the space between you.

But you grab his hand before he can. You laugh softly, a little disbelieving.

"I think I suit you quite nicely," he murmurs, undeterred.

"I can see what they can't," he continues, his eyes narrowing, glinting with something ancient and knowing. "The anger, power right at your fingertips and yet you try to play the hero. Why?"

“I’m not playing at anything,” you say firmly, voice steady, eyes locked on his.

He leans in, the shadows around him thickening, curling like tendrils reaching out. They’re dark, hungry, trying to pull you closer, to draw you into their world.

But you fight back. Not with every ounce of will you have, pushing against the invisible pull, anchoring yourself.

“I beg to differ,” he murmurs, his breath grazing your skin like a whisper, cold and intoxicating. “Such wasted potential. All for the notion of being good when you could be so much more.”

You reach out, your hand hovering near his temple. Your fingers glow, light pulsing softly, alive. He watches, unblinking, as your magic stirs in the air like smoke catching fire. It’s ethereal, coiling, licking at him, and it has him curious. 

You're trying to see into his mind, but—

“I think the real question is…” he interrupts knowingly, tilting his head, “…are we inside your mind or mine?”

The words twist around you like a spell, and suddenly, the weight shifts. The darkness starts to peel away from your limbs, sloughing off like ash in the wind. You blink, feeling the ground under you change, reality sliding sideways.

The Void just smiles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

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You’re still thinking about it… about him.

Every time you’re training with Bob, he’s there, at the edge of your thoughts. You’re not in fear. You’re not scared of the Void, not really. It’s more like a wariness, a flicker of unease that one wrong move, one flare of power, might open the door again. Might bring him back.

It was wrong. And confusing. But a small part of you wanted to see him again. 

Your mind drifts when you’re not paying attention. Whether it’s during missions, training, or even in bed. He’s in your dreams when you fall asleep, and sometimes, you wake up imagining the ghost of his voice in your ear.

The Void hadn’t tried to hurt you. No, he watched you, studied you. And in some twisted way, he seemed to want you. Not to harm, not to destroy… but to possess, to understand. You just wanted to know why. What did he see in you? What was it about you that drew something like him in?

One night, you’re in bed, the day heavy on your bones, the world finally going quiet around you. You’re slipping closer and closer to sleep…

But you sense it, that shift in the air, a pulse of dark presence curling at the edges of your senses. You feel him before you even open your eyes.

“This is bordering on obsession,” you sigh, eyes still closed.

You hear him laugh, low and amused. The sound crawls down your spine, equal parts unsettling and intimate.

“Not bordering. It is obsession,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice, like he’s proud of it.

Reluctantly, you open your eyes.

He’s there, standing at the foot of your bed, shadows clinging to him like silk. Those eyes, golden and curious, lock onto yours. Not threatening. Not kind. Just... watching.

“You dream of me,” he says, not asking.

You swallow, and the air thickens. “That's not an invitation to break into my room at night.”

He tilts his head, taking a step closer. “You called me. You always do, when your thoughts stray, when your control slips. You think about me more than you care to admit.”

You don’t respond. Can’t.

Because he’s not wrong.

“You’re speechless,” he teases, voice like velvet laced with static. He sits on the edge of your bed, casual, as if he belongs there.

You shift away instinctively, creating space, as if a few more inches could keep him from seeing straight through you.

“Biding my time. There’s a difference,” you reply, keeping your voice even, though your pulse betrays you.

The Void watches you closely, amused by your defiance. Or maybe by the fact that even now, you're still trying to guard yourself. Still playing the game.

His eyes flicker, a faint glow blooming within them like embers. “You may say you don’t want me here, but you keep opening doors.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” you bite back, sharper than intended. He smiles, but there’s something beneath it, something hungry. “That’s the best part.”

His hand twitches slightly, not reaching for you, but close. Waiting. 

“You’re more than you think. More than they let you be, more than you let yourself be.”

The air thickens again, and you’re feeling him again, his presence threads through the room like smoke.

“What do you want from me?” You ask, tired of circles.

Suddenly, he sounds less teasing, more honest. 

“To see you become more than this,” He leans closer as if observing you, “You’re no hero. You’re something else entirely.”

He almost sounds in awe of you.

You want to lie. You want to turn away, pretend you don’t feel it, the weight of his words, the strange reverence in his voice.

But in some weird, completely twisted way…you felt seen.

“Show me what you can do,” he says softly, like a challenge… or a plea.

Against your better judgment, your hands move. Fingers lift with purpose, glowing as your magic rises like a tide. Not to attack. Just to beckon. To draw him in that fraction closer.

And he comes.

He leans in, unflinching, until his lips hover just a breath away from yours. The air between you hums with tension, your power brushing over him.

He doesn’t flinch. He invites it.

He looks at you, eyes gleaming. They weren’t cold, but burning. Goading.

“Do it,” he whispers. “Manipulate me. I want to see you try.”

Your magic coils, crackling faintly between you both, held barely in check. It licks at his skin like fire starved of air. You could push. You could twist something in him, see what bends and what breaks.

That thought strikes sharp and fast, and then you remember.

Bob. Somewhere beyond this darkness, behind the weight of The Void’s presence, he’s there. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t risk hurting him.

You lower your hands slowly, magic fading from your fingertips. The crackle in the air dies with it, and you feel the release.

The Void sighs dramatically. “What? You don’t want to hurt me? I’m disappointed.”

You vanish from in front of him, slipping through space in a blink, reappearing beside him, your lips by his ear, breath warm and taunting.

“I live to disappoint,” you murmur with biting sarcasm.

He chuckles, low and amused, the sound vibrating in your chest more than your ears.

“So you’re playing with me then?” he asks, a smile curling through his voice, teasing and predatory.

You teleport again, this time behind him, close enough to feel his back press against your body like the edge of a knife.

“Something like that,” You say, voice calm, almost bored.

This little verbal spar you had with him was… addictive. A dangerous dance on a wire stretched taut between temptation and control.

But then he shifts, turning around to face you. 

His expression darkens, not angry or violent, but filled with intent. He turns, slowly, deliberately, and starts walking you back with that same quiet pressure in the air that makes your skin prickle.

You don’t step away. You should, but you don’t.

Then, his hand reaches out, and in a second, you’re pinned against the wall. The cold wall meets your spine, and again, before you can blink, he lifts you effortlessly with his mind, sliding you up until your feet leave the ground. His body never touches yours, but his presence crashes over you like a wave.

“I don’t want to play games,” he says, voice low and electric. You meet his eyes, your own burning with something halfway between challenge and adrenaline.

“But this one is so much fun,” you quip back, your tone reckless, like flicking sparks into a powder keg.

His jaw clenches, just slightly. Not in rage. In restraint.

“I came to see you,” he says, eyes scanning your face like a puzzle he hasn’t yet solved. “But all you do is run and hide behind your clever little words.”

“Maybe you need to chase me,” you reply, breath shallow but steady. The Void pauses, his voice surprisingly soft when he answers, “And how long would you make me chase you?”

You meet his gaze, your heart skipping.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you disappear from his hold, reappearing right in front of him, so close you can see the sweep of his eyelashes. You lean in just a little more, the space between you charged.

“Until I think you’ve had enough.”

His eyes widen a little, but he stifles it. 

“Until I’ve had enough…” he repeats to himself, quietly, like he’s tasting the words. He searches your eyes, there’s something in you, something he needs. Finally, a slow, dark smirk spreads across his lips.

“We’ll see.”

The energy between you crackles, thick and electric. You both want this; he wants to pull you into the darkness, to make you lose yourself. Sure, you wanted to play with him, but you could kiss him and still keep him at bay.

But just as your eyes flutter shut and you feel the weight of his presence drawing near, then suddenly there’s only air.

You open your eyes, breath catching. You turn and he’s standing by your door, smiling at you again.

“I’ll see you soon.”

With that, he fades away, leaving you standing alone, still in your mind.

Masterlist

[deadghosy]

SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH A WITCH BEAUTY GF

Requested by @lovely-star

A/N: I recommend listening to the song to get that vibe 💕

Warning: the classic lore

Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, && Lorenzo Berkshire

Tom Riddle

Tom, being the future dark lord soon. Was in love with how dark and beautiful you were. The way your low eyes held power, you were perfect in Slytherin.

Your cackle, your power, it satisfied him to the deepest. He knew he had to court you, make you his bride. Make you his.

And when he did make you his, you smiled that crooked smile that made him smile. His charming grin matching yours.

It was a match made in the wizarding world.

Or a dark match made in the world itself.

Mattheo Riddle

You were strange in his opinion. Most people called you “strange girl” because of how strange and deranged you were.

But Mattheo riddle liked a bit of danger in his life. So he took the chance to know you and it hit off perfectly. He soon learned that your magic abilities were more different than the others.

It was dark. Pure dark energy coming from you every time you used your wand. He felt a pull towards you and your beauty. Your low eyes and smile that seem to held an alluring expression just made his heart swell.

He couldn’t believe that you were soon his girlfriend.

Draco Malfoy

Honestly was scared of you because you reminded him of “someone”. But he couldn’t help but love for how you treated him differently than others.

You could read him like a book, read him as if you were seeing his soul. He hated how you got involved mostly. Making you also a death eater. But you still didn’t break your beautiful crooked smile. And he was just glad he didn’t have to kill you

Now you two were stuck together in this mess.

Theodore Nott

With you two, almost half of Hogwarts is in-love with you both.

You two are literally the most beautiful couple together. Some people want to be you, or be him. They can’t decide. It’s terrible.

Your dark and mysterious beauty makes him melt a bit at how hot you are when putting someone in their place.

Sometimes he can’t handle your dark humor…but that’s okay. He can fix you 🙋‍♀️

Lorenzo Berkshire

“I can fix her.”

Literally says that as you’re bullying someone while looking like the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.

And surprisingly he did fix you, you stopped being a mean girl towards others and only laughed at things you see from afar that are kinda unsettling.

Hogwarts is shocked to see the dark witch smile warmly like the bright evening sun towards the Slytherin boy who changed her.

[docdudo]

Familiar 141 - Young Witch!Reader

You never thought you would be in this situation, running for your life as you try to get to your grandfather's cabin near the entrance of the woods as fast as possible.

Well, that's kind of a lie. You did expect something like this to happen at some point, but why now...??

Your biggest problem has always been the fact that you were a witch, born from the humid earth near a river source and blessed by the nature spirits of the forest.

Which, okay, it wouldn't be a problem...

If you weren't a witch without a Coven.

And you were so young too. Fate really dealt you the worst cards, making you, a small witch, barely in your teen years, fend for yourself without a Coven to protect or guide you.

It was dangerous, madness even. Young witches were easy targets. They didn't really have strong magic yet, couldn't interact with nature spirits that well or defend themselves. That's why they needed the protection of the older witches, who would keep their little ones safely tucked in the heart of the coven, only letting them out when they come of age (for witches), and in small doses until they get used to the world.

You... didn't have that luxery tho.

You have no idea what really happened to you when you were born. Usually, witches from the coven would all be present to a newborn's birth, help them settle and taking them with them as one more little sprout for the Coven.

But, all you had was your grandfather's story, about how he found a baby covered in dirt by the river bank, not crying or making any kind of sound, just peacefully laying there as the forest kept it safe for who know how long.

He knew you were a witch, that much was obvious. He knew you were just born too, but he didn't manage to find any other witch living around that place, much less a whole Coven of them.

So, he took you in, which you were pretty grateful for. You though that it would be fine, i mean... sure, you didn't have a Coven, but who needed them anyway?? You were doing fine by yourself...! Especially after you managed to control a bit more of your magic! Your grandfather told you were very powerful for a baby witch, which is nice! See, you didn't need a Coven...!

Except, being "powerful" for a baby witch wasn't really... that powerful in the first place, and now, you were being freaking hunted down after a mistake you made.

Ah, being hunted down by who? That's simple.

A freaking pack of familiars, four of them to be exact.

There's one little detail about all of this... witches have familiars, powerful creatures that were the most loyal beasts you could ever have for yourself. Usually, a powerful and old witch would never link themselves to a weak familiar, even if they could grow strong with time and a good master guiding them.

And you could imagine the same would happen to the opposite situation... except, familiars were freaking bastards.

One of the reasons older Witches kept their young very well hidden and safe in their Covens is because rogue familiars hunt down little witches to force a bound with them.

While mature witches look for familiars around their same power level, powerful familiars like to take in small and young witches to mold the to their liking. Teach the little witch how to properly use their magic, be their primary guides and protectors.

And you? You were a very young witch, with no Coven on sight, and that showed a very big potential since your magic was stronger than other baby witches your age.

You were a prime target.

And you were being hunted down by four bastards that were toying with you the whole chase.

You could tell they were powerful, just not... how powerful. Since you were still too young, it was quite difficult to identify these things. It's like you could feel the heat of the flame but not see how big the flame was.

But you had a hunch they were... very powerful... at least, that's what you thought, since there were four of them, bounded together. It means their last witch was probably old and strong enough to have four of these big beasts.

Not that your theory matters now, not when you are trying to run in this stupid thick forest from four big familiars that you could hear laughing and taunting you.

Tauting you gently, at most. They already knew they had you.

You already knew they had you.

Still, you were running, even if just because you were high in adrenaline and refused to just stop.

That is, until you fell harshly on the ground after tripping over a rock or some shit hidden on this stupid dense forest.

Goddammit.

"Aww, lassie, c'mere, did it hurt?" You widden your eyes in surprise as you hear the heavy scottish accent right behind you, big hands carefully grabbing under your arms to lift you up on your feet like a kitten.

You squirm momentarily in discomfort, settling down a little as he puts you down and gently pats your clothes. You wish you had more fight in you, but you were still young and just took a nasty fall. It stunned you enough to barely react to the big familiar gently fixing your clothes.

"Oww, baby, it's okay." Another one of them, the dark skinned one with a heart shaped mouth, approached easily, both warm hands immediatly cupping your face to check on you. "We're sorry for making you play until you got hurt, we're not doing it again...." He coos gently, a warm smile on his face.

He looked... so happy......... freak, the scottish-mohawk guy by his side looked ecstatic, such a big smile on his face.

Well.... familiars always prefered to be linked to a witch.

You jumped a bit as you heard the rustling of leaves in the distance, eyes falling immediatly on the big black wolf behind some trees. That's certainly one big bastard of a familiar, even in his animal form...

Wait... where is the last one then...?

"Darlin', we need to talk, don't we?"

You freeze for complete as you feel a heavy, warm hand hold the back of your neck, not hurting, not ever, just... locking you in place. His voice is low and gruff, authoritarian, but it's... soft enough. Enough for you to know that he's forcing softness to speak to you.

His hand feels so damn big around your small neck...

It's okay, it's okay... familiars rarely ever hurt a witch for no reason.

Besides, they don't seen that inclined on hurting you anyway... no, you know they are ready to claim you for them.

The mess you found yourself in...

"T-Talk...?" You murmur quietly, unsure, still a bit stunned as you try to look over your shoulder.

"Wee lass just took a fall, Price, little witch like this might've gotten hurt." The scottish one says easily, smile still on his face as he approaches you a bit more to gently hold on your head, inspecting you himself now.

"She's just a tad stunned, no harm done." This voice was new, and very low. Gravelly. Patient.

The wolf familiar went back to his human form, leaned against a tree as he observed you with crossed arms and a relaxed posture. Indeed, a big bastard.

"That's why we shouldn't play with the young ones like this. I told you that they get hurt easily." The dark skinned one sighs slightly, like he was scolding the big brute by the trees.

"Boys, focus. We are not yet marked to her, and she's out here, exposed and defenseless. We're taking her home." The 'Price' guy says slowly, his authority over the others obvious by how they all straightened at his command.

"W-Wait-" You manage to find your voice once again, only to be interrupted by the scottish guy.

"The Coven?"

"If she had one, wouldn't be wandering around 'ere by 'erself." The wolf one rumbles, still relaxed against the trees.

"A baby witch without a Coven?" The dark skinned one considers, eyes narrowing.

"Sometimes it happens. Rare, but it can happen. All the more reason to get her to safety." Price rumbles back, voice getting... grow-ly, the hand on your neck heavier. "Soap."

"Aye, Cap." He smiles easily, bending down closer to your height, meeting your big, scared eyes. "Let's go, wee lassie, ye're safe." He coos, and before you can protest, one of his fingers are touching your forehead, a wave of pure magic going through you. "Nap nap time, huh?"

And just like that, you are loosing your consciousness, falling directly on his arms as you feel him picking you up easily before falling asleep.

[sunandflame]

Marked by Hunger

They sent a vampire to find the threat—Rob Lucci, cold-blooded and immortal—but the moment he scented your magic on the wind, he knew the real danger wasn’t what you were. It was what you awakened in him.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, vampirism & blood drinking, supernatural themes

Word Count: 3157

Pairing: Vampire!Rob Lucci x Witch!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The World Government didn’t know what the anomaly was.

They only knew something powerful and supernatural had quietly rooted itself on this quiet coastal island—something not touched by Devil Fruits or bloodlines. Something unregistered. That was enough for Cipher Pol to act. 

And that meant sending him.

Rob Lucci arrived at the edges of the island without a ripple. No ship. No entourage. Just the black of his coat and the gleam of his boots slipping through the fog and rocky shore like a shadow that didn’t belong.

His orders: observe. Identify. Do not engage until necessary.

But by the first sunset, he knew. It was you.

Not the busybody mayor or the tavern owner with a bad gambling habit. Not the fisherman who vanished during full moons or the children who whispered about sea spirits. No, none of them.

It was the quiet woman who lived on the cliff just beyond the pine grove. The one whose aura left a metallic taste in his mouth. Who moved like she belonged to the island—but didn’t belong to this world.

You.

He watched from rooftops. From mist. From between the trees. For three days. 

And you knew.

Of course you did.

Your kind always did.

But you didn’t acknowledge him. You continued to sweep your stone doorstep in the mornings, hang herbs upside-down to dry, greet the children who passed by with softened smiles. But your wards—those invisible threads of power woven like spider silk around your home—had changed.

Stronger now. Sharper. Laced with something older than spoken language. 

You weren’t running. But you were ready.

On the fourth day, the tension snapped.

You returned from the village with your basket full of dried rice and tinctures. The mist clung to your sleeves as you stepped through your gate and closed it behind you.

You didn’t sense him outside. You sensed him inside.

The candlelight hadn’t changed, nor had the silence of your little home. But he was there, near your hearth, his coat still damp from the sea air, his eyes cutting through the dim like moonlight on obsidian.

Rob Lucci. The predator who had been watching you.

"You're not hiding very well," he said calmly, like it wasn’t a violation to be inside your sanctuary, your place of power. "Or maybe you wanted to be found."

You didn’t answer right away. You set the basket down gently, letting your fingers brush over the hidden sigil beneath the counter. One word would ignite the entire house in defensive fury.

But you didn’t speak it. 

Because he wasn’t attacking.

Not yet.

You lifted your chin instead, voice steady. “If I was hiding, you wouldn’t have found me.”

A flicker crossed his expression. Not quite amusement. Not surprise. Something colder. More curious.

“You smell wrong,” he said. “Not human. Not prey.”

The words crawled across your skin. He took a step forward—not aggressive, not urgent. Just inevitable.

His presence filled the room, cold and silent like an open grave. And beneath it, you felt something else: hunger. Wound tightly. Restrained perfectly.

You didn’t move from the doorway. The air between you was thick with your power—your unseen magic coiling defensively, reacting to every slight shift of his body. The runes carved beneath the floorboards trembled with readiness.

And yet… you hadn’t spoken the trigger.

Because he hadn’t crossed your line. Not yet.

“You’ve been watching me,” you said, tone even, eyes narrowing slightly. “From the rooftops. From the trees. I thought I imagined it at first. Then I started dreaming of green eyes in the dark.”

“I wasn’t hiding.”

“No,” you agreed. “You never do, apparently . That’s what makes it worse.”

A flicker passed through his gaze then, like a single crack in ice. He studied you closely. Not just your body—though his eyes did drift, slowly, deliberately—but the air around you. The faint aura that shimmered around your skin like mist. Magic. Not learned—inherited. Old.

“…Witch,” he said at last. Not a question.

You gave a soft, sharp smile. “Vampire.”

That word hung heavy between you.

Enemy.

Natural predator and natural weapon. You could feel the conflict ripple through the room like tension before a storm. His instincts told him to drain you dry. Yours told you to burn him where he stood. Centuries of blood-soaked history stood between your kinds.

But neither of you moved.

Lucci’s head tilted slightly, as if studying something behind your eyes.

“I’ve never tasted anything like you,” he murmured.

“You haven’t tasted me at all,” you shot back.

He smiled—not with his lips, but with his eyes, glinting with cold amusement.

“Not yet.”

And there it was—the crack in the standoff. Subtle. Intimate. Dangerous. You took a step forward, slowly, watching how his body tensed in response. Not fear. Restraint. Every part of him screamed predator, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t strike.

You stopped just outside of arm’s reach, letting your voice drop lower. “Is that what they sent you for? To taste me? Or are you just disobeying your orders?”

“They sent me to observe,” he said. “To identify the threat.”

“Do you see one?”

“Yes,” he said. Then his eyes dropped—to your throat, to your chest, to your hands. “But I don’t know if it’s you or what’s behind your eyes.”

You let your magic flicker across your skin—like static, like warning. “I wonder the same about you.”

For a heartbeat, silence. Everything stilled. Then he stepped forward—and you didn’t move back. He stopped just close enough that you could feel the cold radiating from his body. Not the chill of night—but something deeper. Deathless. His voice came low, almost reverent. 

“I should kill you.”

“I should destroy you,” you answered.

Another beat. Your breaths mingled.

“But you won’t,” you whispered.

“No,” he said, his voice gravel with hunger and confusion, “I won’t.”

His hand lifted—slowly, cautiously. Like even he didn’t know what he was doing. His fingers hovered near your jaw, trembling with restraint.

“Why do you smell like ruin?” he asked, his tone more breath than sound. “Why do I want to touch you when everything in me says I shouldn’t?”

You tilted your head toward his hand. Just enough.

“Because I’m not prey as you said,” you said. “And you’re not in control anymore.”

Something in him shuddered. And that was the moment. The shift. The tiny fracture in centuries of instinct.

Your standoff wasn’t ending.

It was evolving.

You stood toe-to-toe now, every breath charged with invisible force. Your magic curled defensively around your skin, sensing the proximity of a being designed to kill you. His body radiated cold—not the chill of air, but of eternity. Still. Bound. Starved.

And yet he hadn’t moved away.

Lucci's hand hovered just beside your cheek, trembling not from fear, but from control burning at its edge.

You watched his jaw shift—tight with something unspoken. Hunger. Restraint. Curiosity.

His fingers finally brushed your skin.

And your magic reacted.

A spark leapt between you—not violent, not angry. It felt like a memory. Like something ancient waking up. His breath hitched the second it touched him, like it struck something inside him long dormant. A fragment of warmth buried beneath his icy resolve.

“You’re alive,” he muttered, like it was an accusation.

You leaned into his palm. Slowly. Willfully. “And you’ve forgotten what that means.”

That crack—deep and dangerous—split wider inside him. You could see it. Feel it. Something beneath his surface rippled. He moved closer. No longer hovering, but fully invading your space.

Then his head dipped toward your throat, nose brushing your skin, breath dragging across your pulse point. His fangs didn’t bare yet—but the promise of them burned like a ghost.

You didn’t stop him.

You let him smell you.

Let him feel the hum of your blood, the pull of your magic that warned him: you were not prey. You were temptation. Poison in a golden goblet. The thing that should kill him if he tasted it—but part of him wanted to die that way.

“You shouldn’t let me this close,” he said, voice muffled against your throat.

You pressed a hand to his chest. Felt how still he was beneath the layers of black—how silent that cursed heart was.

“I’m not letting you,” you whispered. “I’m inviting you.”

And that was what shattered him. His mouth was at your throat in the next instant—not biting, not breaking—but pressing. Reverent. Testing.

You arched into him on instinct, magic flaring wild and soft at once. It wrapped around him like smoke, tasting him in return.

He stiffened, gasping against your neck as your power met his curse—and instead of repelling each other, something recognized the other. 

His arms went around you without thought. Tight. Possessive.

Still he didn’t bite. But his mouth moved—sliding to your collarbone, then lower, tracing the line of your skin like it was sacred ground he didn’t understand how to walk on.

“I should destroy you,” he repeated again—but this time, it sounded broken. Pleading.

You threaded your fingers into his hair, tipping his face down, guiding him where you wanted. Where you burned.

“Then ruin me,” you breathed, “or let me ruin you.”

And when he dropped to his knees, slow and deliberate, lips grazing the soft inside of your thigh, it wasn’t dominance or hunger.

It was worship when his breath dragged slow over the soft skin of your inner thigh, lips barely grazing—never quite touching—until you trembled under his mouth. His hands cupped the backs of your legs, spreading you wider, guiding your balance as he knelt beneath you like you were an altar and offering all at once.

You felt it in the way he breathed you in—like incense curling through his senses. Not prey. Not conquest. Obsession.

And when his mouth finally met the heat of you, it was slow. Deliberate. Reverent.

His tongue parted you like a prayer, languid and unhurried, tasting every inch with a patience that almost broke you. He didn’t just eat—he worshipped. He wanted your unraveling. Wanted to hear it in your breath, feel it in the way your thighs shook around his head.

And gods, you gave it.

Your hand gripped the edge of the table behind you for balance, the other tangled in his hair, pulling, grounding yourself in the wet, relentless strokes of his mouth.

You moaned—soft at first, then louder, desperate—as his tongue pressed deeper, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you in place while he devoured you like something sacred. The faintest rumble left his throat, vibrating against your core, and you felt the tension building—hot and terrible and close.

And still he didn’t stop.

He circled you with a precision that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with control. He wanted your climax. Demanded it. Waited for the moment your voice cracked, and your hips bucked, and your body shook from the inside out.

And when it hit—when you shattered on his tongue—it felt like magic exploded behind your ribs.

Your power reacted, flaring outward in a shimmer of invisible energy. But he didn’t flinch. He held on through the storm.

And then—he bit.

Not at your throat.

At your thigh.

Right next to your core, still wet and sensitive from his mouth.

You gasped, your fingers clenching in his hair, as his fangs slid into your skin like molten ice—cold and burning all at once. The blood pull was slow, sensual, nothing like the stories told of vampires feeding in rage or frenzy.

No—this was devotion. This was him crossing every line he was forbidden to cross.

He drank like it was personal.

Like it meant something.

And when he pulled back, mouth stained dark, lips still brushing the wound he left, his eyes met yours—burning, glazed with something terrifyingly human beneath the hunger.

“Tell them,” he said low, voice wrecked, “that I failed my mission.”

You reached for him then—pulled him up, dragged his body against yours until he was standing between your legs again, breath mingling, blood and magic and something new pulsing between your chests.

“Good,” you whispered. “Let them come. I’ll destroy every one of them.”

He didn’t kiss you yet. He hovered—a breath away, lips stained red, breath shaking. 

“I’m already ruined,” he confessed. “And I haven’t even touched you properly.”

You smiled, dangerous and tender all at once. 

“Then don’t stop.”

He lifted you as though your weight meant nothing—effortless, fluid—and laid you back onto the table, his body folding over yours with quiet, devastating strength. The shadows in the room thickened, curling at the edges like they knew what was coming.

Lucci braced a hand beside your head, the other trailing down your thigh—over the bite mark still faintly throbbing. He touched it with reverence, the faintest brush of his thumb smearing your blood across your skin before he brought it to his lips and sucked.

It was obscene.

Intimate.

Possessive.

You watched him, chest rising fast as heat rolled off him in waves now. Not body heat—he didn’t have that. Desire. That was the temperature he burned with. For you.

“You’re still wet,” he murmured, voice rasping low like he was confessing a sin. “Even after the bite.”

You spread your legs wider, offering yourself without shame, your pulse thundering as your magic curled around your skin in a trembling glow. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He laughed once—low and dangerous—and leaned in until his hips were pressed between your thighs, the hard line of him pushing firm and heavy against your slick heat.

“You should be.”

And then he pushed inside.

Not cruel. Not hurried. He sank in slow—deep—and complete. Filling you with unbearable precision, like he’d been designed for it. You gasped—hand flying to his shoulder, nails digging into muscle, your body arching as he bottomed out inside you with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from the depths of him.

He didn’t move at first.

He just stayed—buried in you—his head bowed at the crook of your neck as if savoring the moment he lost whatever control he had left.

“You’re hot,” he breathed, voice shaking. “So alive.”

You tightened around him and he swore under his breath, fangs grazing your skin again. A threat. A promise. Then he moved.

Long, deep thrusts that stole your breath and gave you back something else entirely—something primal and raw and addictive. He didn’t fuck like a man. He moved like a beast in human skin—measured, merciless, with the kind of restraint that could shatter at any second.

You moaned, legs wrapping around his hips as you pulled him closer—deeper—greedy for more.

Every thrust dragged over that perfect, devastating place inside you, and your magic flared each time your body shivered around him. He could feel it—your power blooming in tandem with your desire—and it fed him.

Not with blood.

With something else.

“You’re not human,” he growled against your mouth, biting the words between kisses. “You taste like fate.”

You kissed him back hard, pulling at his hair, tasting blood and hunger and heat all at once. “Then take it. Take all of it.”

He slammed into you, hand slipping beneath your back to arch you closer as his pace turned brutal, intoxicating. You matched him—moan for groan, pulse for pulse—until the tension snapped tight inside you again.

“I’m—” you gasped, nails clawing his back.

He bit your shoulder—not to feed, just to mark—and you broke.

You shattered beneath him a second time, your cry muffled by his mouth, your walls fluttering around him in wild aftershocks that made him hiss through his teeth.

And then he came.

With a low, guttural sound, he buried himself fully—his release flooding into you, cold and molten at once, like the very essence of contradiction: predator and lover, curse and salvation.

You lay tangled together in the aftermath—his body draped over yours, lips still at your skin, as if tasting was no longer enough. He had to stay close. Had to feel your pulse.

It was the only warmth he’d touched in decades.

And now he couldn’t let it go.

The silence after was not peace.

It was awareness.

Of your body trembling beneath his. Of his cool breath still ghosting over your throat. Of the pulse between your thighs, still echoing the rhythm he’d carved into you.

Lucci didn’t move. His weight stayed pressed into yours, not crushing—grounding. Like he didn’t trust the world outside your skin. Like if he let go, it might vanish.

You brushed your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, careful. “Is this the part where you kill me?”

His shoulders rose with a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “I was sent here to find the anomaly.”

“And you did.”

“I did.”

The glow of your magic flickered faintly around you both, protective even now, as if some ancient part of you still didn't know what to make of this—him. He was predator. You were prey. That was the old order.

But he hadn’t fed from you in full. He hadn’t hurt you.

He had knelt.

Lucci finally lifted himself, just enough to look down at you—hair loose, mouth swollen from kisses, gold eyes unreadable.

“You’re not what they think you are,” he said.

“And you’re not what I feared,” you whispered back.

Another pause. Tighter now. Like the air itself held its breath.

“You’ll report me,” you said. “Won’t you?”

His hand ghosted your thigh, near the place he’d fed, fingers dragging slow over the fading bite. You could feel his hesitation like a second heartbeat.

“No,” he said.

That one word felt like a stone dropped into still water—ripples spreading across something deeper than either of you could name.

“You’re going to lie to them.”

“I’ll give them nothing,” he said. “Not yet.”

You sat up slowly, the ache of what you’d shared still blooming in your limbs, your magic still clinging to his skin like it didn’t want to let go.

“Why?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer. 

Instead, Lucci leaned down and kissed you again—not with hunger this time, but with something slower. Like he was memorizing you. A taste. A memory. A decision.

When he finally pulled away, his voice was gravel.

“This doesn’t end here.”

You nodded, your throat tight.

“No. It doesn’t.”

He stood. Gathered the coat he’d dropped. No need to dress quickly—he was still a ghost here, still unseen by the world. But now, you saw him. And he’d let you.

Lucci paused in your doorway, silhouetted in the moonlight like a warning and a promise.

“I’ll be back,” he said. “And next time… I won’t pretend to be observing.”

And then he was gone—vanished into the shadows, leaving your body marked, your blood humming, and your soul more exposed than it had ever been.

You touched the place on your thigh where his fangs had sunk in.

Still warm.

Still burning.

Still his.

@auryborealis because I wanna treat her with this 😏

[bunnis-monsters]

A witch and her werewolf Pt1

Male!Werewolf x Fem!Witch Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 25th

Oct 19

Oct 26

summary: You meet a lone wolf in the woods, and realize he’s more than you thought.

a/n: this is a reskin of a Kurapika x reader fic I wrote, but never got past the first chapter. If you want a continuation, please comment or send me a Kofi.

WK: 5k+

It was finally spring, a time where flowers bloomed and the snow melted away to reveal all kinds of herbs and plants for the little witch (Name) to gather.

Today she was doing just that, gathering herbs to begin making more potions. Through the winter, her stock of salves and potions had grown smaller and smaller, until she only had a few left.

(Name) had customers that would be coming by any day now to buy her goods, so she was determined to go out and hunt for all the ingredients she would need.

She was a good witch, focusing on healing salves and helping the villagers nearby. It was partially out of the goodness of her heart, and partly because she wanted to keep a good relationship with the townspeople so they didn’t grab their pitchforks and torches to chase her out of town with.

So (Name) grabbed her hat, wearing a thick pair of boots to protect her feet from the thorny vegetation. She was always careful when visiting the forest. After all, there were rumors that many magical beasts made it their home.

Along the path, she spotted small clusters of mint, frowning. “Mint is so invasive, I thought I told the villagers not to plant it in the ground…”

(Name) did her best to dig up and pick what she could, then moved on along the path. Mushrooms, herbs, and pretty rocks all found a new home in her basket. After searching for a while, she wiped the sweat from her brow. ‘Hmm… I should still have some time to go by the lake before I go home… I wonder if anything is growing near the water's edge..?’

(Name) stepped on a branch as she neared the lake, ready to search for aquatic plant life and maybe even find a good spot to go fishing!

But before she could get too close, (Name) heard a loud howl that made her freeze in her tracks. When she turned, she spotted it.

There was a large, golden wolf near the water’s edge, its ears pinned back and snarling. From the water dripping from its furry chin, the witch assumed it had just been drinking from the lake before she interrupted it by making noise.

She was quick to hold up her hands in a sign of surrender, talking in an even voice. “Easy, boy, I’ll go,”

Backing up slowly, (Name) made sure not to meet the wolf’s eyes, though she did notice they were a sparkling shade of scarlet she had never seen before.

The beast huffed, watching her for a moment longer before turning back to drink. Once it did, she broke out in a sprint, her basket held firmly against her chest. (Name) knew the forest wasn’t exactly safe, but she had never encountered a wild animal besides some chipmunks and bunnies.

‘I’ve never seen a wolf with that coloration before…’ (Name) thought, putting away her foraged goods once she arrived home. ‘Maybe it’s an albino or something? But wouldn’t it’s fur be more white then?’

Despite being a little afraid, (Name) couldn’t get her mind off of the wolf she had seen before. It was easily the top predator in the forest, yet it only gave her a warning growl before minding its business again. Was that normal wolf behavior? She had no idea.

‘I’m thinking too much…’ (Name) thought, changing into her pajamas. ‘I need to sleep, or I’ll be late to the coven meeting tomorrow…’

Turning over, (Name) wondered what exactly she would even speak about during the meeting. She wasn’t exactly the most confident witch, often being spoken over or ignored due to her shy nature. No one would think she was the very first apprentice Ania Quell, the head of the very coven (Name) was a part of.

‘I may have been her first apprentice, but I’m definitely not her best. Miles and Gil have me beat for sure…’ she thought, rolling over onto her side to stare out of the window.

Through the gaps in the curtains, she could see the moon shining up above, big and full. It’s light bathed her in a soft glow, and made her feel both rejuvenated and relaxed.

‘It’ll be okay… after all, I have friends there. Everything should… be fine…’

(Name) drifted off to sleep, the last image on her mind before she was taken to slumberland being the golden wolf peering at her with those scarlet eyes.

—————

(Name) packed a small basket full of jams and jellies, humming a tune as she carefully stacked a small jar of syrup on the top. “I know Jill won’t be there today, but Ania loves my jams and jellies. Hopefully I’ll actually have a chance to speak with her…”

Ania, being the head of the coven, was always busy. She was usually stuck talking with several other witches about various topics, or leaving early to conduct business with other covens. Getting the opportunity to talk to her was rare enough, but being able to sit down and have a conversation was nearly impossible, especially these days.

There had recently been several cases of witches and their familiars disappearing, or even familiars turning on their masters and killing them, so Ania was especially busy dealing with the aftermath.

Each witch had a familiar bestowed upon them during a ceremony after becoming a full fledged witch. Some even had two or three, and witches with high status and great power possessed up to 10 familiars.

And there was (Name), with no familiar at all. At the ceremony, the wizard conducting it simply turned her away, saying she was not yet ready to become the master of familiar. Every other witch present had received their lifelong friend, while she went home empty handed.

It was lonely, all on her own. Watching the other witches go about their lives with the help and support of their familiars made her feel awfully… jealous. It wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed harboring, so (Name) tried her best to be positive!

Ania herself had said that it wasn’t unheard of for a witch to not receive their familiar during the bonding ceremony.

“Some witches just haven’t found their match yet, or perhaps they haven’t really found their true selves,” Ania had said after the ceremony, in hopes of comforting (Name).

(Name) huffed, loading her basket onto her broom. “So much for being a late bloomer. It’s been nearly five years since I became a full fledged witch, and still nothing! No familiar, not a cat or owl, not even a frog! Hell, I’d settle for a tarantula at this point!”

She flew over the forest, tilting her head when she spotted a spot of gold walking slowly near the lake. (Name) flew a bit lower, her eyes widening when she spotted the same wolf she’d seen the day before.

This time, it seemed to be walking with a bit of a limp, a small trail of blood behind it. Her heart ached to see an animal in such pain, so she landed a safe distance away from it.

“Hey there, pup.”

The wolf stiffened, quickly turning its head to growl lowly at her. (Name) held up her hands, her broom floating behind her in case she needed a quick escape.

“Woah, easy. You’re hurt, and I can help you if you’ll let me.”

She didn’t know why she was talking to it, but she kept it up. “There’s no need to be afraid, sweetheart. Shh…”

The wolf’s ears flattened against its head, and it began to bare its teeth. (Name) yelped when it began to approach her, jumping on her broom just in time to escape its jaws. It snapped at her broom bristles, but she was thankfully in the air by then and bar away enough from its jaws to not get hurt.

But… the wolf didn’t seem to be trying too hard to chase her. (Name) had a feeling it wasn’t actually attacking her, more so just trying to scare her away.

She frowned as the wolf became a small speck, her heart hurting for the poor thing. (Name) hoped that the poachers that her fellow witches had chased out from the forest years ago weren’t back.

‘I’ll have to talk to Ania about it… if I can talk to her that is.’

—————

(Name) landed in a vast meadow, wild flowers of various kinds softly swaying in the spring breeze. She took a moment to relax, bending down to pick a daily and place it in her basket.

‘Oh, I always forget where the doorway is…’ she thought to herself as she held out the stick end of her broom to feel around. When it bumped off of something solid, she grinned.

“There it is!”

(Name) reached forward and patted the surface until her hand landed on a doorknob. She turned it, and walked forward.

The empty flower field was replaced with a dark forested area, with lampposts leading down a snowy, worn down path. She could see the moon shining down through the canopy, filtered by the thick leaves until only small rays of light were visible.

‘I see the meeting is being hosted in the northern lands this time…’ she thought, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. The northern lands were often cold, even when spring came, snow still covered the land.

Each meeting was hosted in one of the four sectors of the world, North, South, East, and West. The north was her least favorite, due to the cold weather and people. The citizens of the north were often blunt and rude, having to time for warm pleasantries.

(Name) lived in the southern lands, where the weather was always warm and pleasant. Even the most severe winters in the south were not as cold as the northern spring.

She spotted the soft warm glow of a candle shining from a canon window. ‘There it is!’

(Name) opened the cabin door, revealing a bustling meeting hall. Witches all ages and genders walked around, speaking to one another and trading goods.

“(Name)!”

The woman yelped when she was tackled to the floor, knowing instantly who had done it.

“Miles, what did I tell you about jumping on her like some wild animal!?”

“Miles, Gil…” she smiled as she watched Gil drag his friend off of her, pinching his cheek.

“Hi, (Name)! It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to see you!”

She laughed, ruffling their hair. “Yeah, nearly three months. You weren’t able to attend the last few meetings due to Ania’s training, right?”

The two shuddered. “Uh… we’d rather not talk about that.”

(Name) could remember her own training, which would have been way less intense than theirs due to her weaker body. Even so, she collapsed nearly every day from exhaustion, so she could only imagine the horrors they had endured.

“Ah… okay, how about you show me how your training has been coming along then?”

The three sat in an empty room as the two showed her new, complex spells they had learned. Gil was able to summon lightning and use it as a weapon, while Miles was able to harden his body. Both were spells even she couldn’t do.

“Oh wow, you’ve grown so much! Maybe that training was worth it then?”

Gil groaned. “Barely, I didn’t think we were going to survive another day of it.”

“Aww, it wasn’t that b- no, actually it was that bad. But I’m still grateful Ania taught us so well!” Miles replied, giving her a smile.

She gave them both a hug. “I’m proud of you both. You should really come visit me sometime. Spring is here, so you can go play in the forest. There a lake~”

This excited the two, who both enjoyed swimming. “We'll definitely be coming by this summer!”

Before they could speak anymore, they heard a bell chiming. “Oh, we’ll talk later. The meeting is about to start!”

(Name) took her seat near Ania. As her first apprentice, she had to be at Ania’s side for every meeting. That didn’t mean she got Ania’s attention, though. She couldn’t blame her mentor, for she was the leader of this coven.

“Hello, my friends. Our monthly meeting has begun, and I will announce any upcoming events before opening the floor for discussion.”

(Name) looked around the room, unsurprised when she saw multiple witches waiting impatiently for the floor to be open.

It was mostly the same elderly witches that always had some mundane problem… but what was surprising was Ember, one of the fledgling witches that hadn’t yet gotten her familiar, anxiously tapping her well manicured nails against the oak table.

“And with that, the floor is open to discussion.” Ania said after finishing her announcements. Ember was quick to speak up, interrupting an elder.

“Some creature has been lurking in the south, killing my father’s livestock and scaring what it doesn’t eat half to death! It’s some kind of magical beast, I already did the identifying spell and it’s either some type of fae or a…”

She trailed off, her face going pale. Ania raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “A what, Ember?”

“A… a werewolf.”

The sound of gasps and whispered conversation filled the meeting hall, only silenced when Ania held up her hand to motion for the noise to cease.

“And you’re sure that’s what the spell said?”

Ember nodded, standing up to offer her grimoire. Ania’s eyes scanned it, then she sighed heavily. “I see…”

(Name) frowned deeply, glancing from ember to Ania. She knew that Ember lived only half a day’s walk from her home, meaning if there was a werewolf causing trouble for her, it could potentially move onto (Name).

“As we all know, magical beasts are drawn to witches due to their magical power. This is good when it comes to making friends or getting a familiar, but leads to some… detrimental outcomes when the wrong creature gets attracted. And with the recent uptick in werewolf based attacks, I wouldn’t doubt this has troubled you, Ember.”

Ania stood, walking around the table. “But be that as it may, werewolves are not evil in nature. They are simply beings that are different from us, and can be reasoned with and befriended just like most magical beasts.”

One witch scoffed. “Miss Ania, with all due respect, all witches know werewolves are dangerous beasts that deserve to be put down to keep ourselves safe. I mean, haven’t the last three witch deaths been caused by werewolves?”

Ania scowled. “That’s the kind of attitude that causes entire species to go extinct. A few werewolves have done wrong, yes, but how many humans have killed each other or other creatures? Do we all deserve to die due to the actions of a few individuals?”

The witch who spoke up immediately shrunk into herself, grumbling under her breath. (Name) noticed that several other witches also looked displeased with Ania’s words, but said nothing.

“Ember, I’ll send you home with a spell that will ward off any fae or werewolves. It’s easy, and very effective.”

“Thank you, Ania!”

The woman turned to the rest of the coven. “Now, what else needs to be discussed?”

———————-

“I respect Miss Ania’s opinion, but werewolves are dangerous beasts!”

“I know, right? My friend’s cousin’s aunt’s stepbrother was killed by a werewolf!”

“And I heard that once a werewolf has seen you, it’ll tell its whole pack to come and eat you!”

“Oh that’s not the half of it! I heard-“

(Name) rolled her eyes as she passed by a group of gossiping witches, ushering Gil and Miles away. “Don’t listen to them, I’m sure not a single one of them have ever even seen a werewolf in person.”

“Have you, (Name)?”

(Name) paused when Miles asked her that innocent question, sighing softly. “Yes, once before. It was only for a moment while Ania went to meet with one for a trade. It gave her some of its fur for a potion in exchange for a protection spell.”

“So… it didn’t attack you or Ania?”

“Nope, so don’t listen to those witches. Not one single creature is the exact same as its kin. Some are more peaceful, some are violent, just like with humans. Once people come to accept that, we could possibly form an alliance with the werewolves.”

Gil huffed, digging in her satchel. Once he found what he was looking for, a bag of handmade candy, he swiped it. “Hey, you remembered to bring it!”

“Of course I did, silly. It’s your favorite.”

Gil popped one of the candies into his mouth as they walked, humming in delight. Miles grabbed one too. “Did you get to talk to Ania, (Name)?”

The woman sighed, handing out her jam and syrup to a few witches she traded with. “Not yet, but I hope I’ll be able to catch her before she leaves. You know Ania, she’s always busy.”

“You’re not wrong, but today I have a little bit of time to spare.”

The three jumped when they heard Ania’s voice from behind them. “Ania!”

(Name) jumped into her arms, easily being held up by the seemingly young looking girl. Everyone in the coven knew that Ania was much older than she seemed, but little knew of her immense physical strength.

“Oh, (Name) my dear, you’ve gotten a bit bigger haven't you? It feels like just yesterday I was carrying you home from the orphanage and giving you your first wand.”

“A-Ania! That’s embarrassing…”

The woman laughed, setting (Name) down. “Alright, alright… what is it you wanted to talk about, dear?”

(Name) gave Ania a shy smile, handing her the jams and jellies she brought for her. “I wanted to give you these and ask how the situation with the rogue familiars has been going.”

Ania stiffened, glancing at the two boys before digging. “Come, (Name). Let’s discuss things in private.”

With a wave of her wand, (Name) and Ania were transported to a vacant room. Ania made sure the door was closed before beginning to speak in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t want to scare anyone, so I’ve been keeping some of the information private. But…” she sighed, looking out the window, into the snow. “Every single familiar that attacked their witch was a werewolf.”

(Name)’s blood ran cold at the revelation, her eyes widening as Ania turned to meet her gaze. “Every single one? That’s…”

“Unusual, I know. Werewolves in and of themselves are rare to have as a familiar because they’re reluctant to be bound to a witch… so the fact that each familiar was a werewolf is suspicious.”

“What could be the motive? I find it hard to believe a familiar would just kill its master like that! In all of witch history, I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Ania opened her own grimoire. “I agree with you, it is hard to believe. But the detection spell pointed to each familiar being a werewolf. We have yet to find and question any of the suspects due to them fleeing the scene once the bond to their master was broken…”

(Name) frowned deeply. “And with what Ember said today, if this news got out, the entire coven will be in hysterics. There will be werewolf hunts and-“

“That’s why they can’t find out. You are the only person outside of my trusted inner circle that knows of this, (Name).”

She looked at Ania, confused. “But why would you tell me, Ania? I’m not as strong or intelligent as others, so why would you give me this information and not someone more qualified?”

Ania smiled at that, chuckling. “That, I cannot say my dear. You are destined for great things, and I just want you to be informed so when it’s time for you to make decisions… you’ll have all the information you need to make the right choice.”

“That’s really cryptic, Ania.”

The older woman only smiled, beckoning her to follow. “Come, I must take my leave. Let’s walk and talk.”

The two continued to chat as they walked towards the entrance of the cabin. “I’ll send you home with a spell, dear. It is quite late in the southerners sector by now, hmm?”

(Name) nodded, grabbing hold of her broom.

“Oh, and (Name)?”

She looked up as Ania raised her wand. “Yes?”

“Kindness and patience is always key.”

With that, she was sent home. She appeared in her cottage, the fire lighting the second she stepped close.

“I wonder what she meant by that…”

———————

(Name) brushed off her dress, staring out into the forest. She really had to go back into the forest to gather supplies… but she was worried she would encounter that wolf again.

With a sigh, she pocketed her wand and carried her broom. They were just there in case she sensed any danger. Unfortunately, she wasn’t great with defensive or attack spells, it was why she took to healing magic and concoctions instead.

But she knew a few illusion spells that may buy her some time to escape… hopefully those would work.

(Name) walked along the work down path, much more alert than usual. She listened for the sounds of the forest, making sure to listen for any branches snapping or leaves rustling.

She was able to make it back to the lake with no problems, sighing in relief. There, she unloaded her jars from her basket and began placing shells, underwater plantlife, and some of the nutrient rich soil to add to her garden.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from a distance, a pair of scarlet eyes following her as she walked along the lake’s edge.

Once she finished, (Name) was surprised to see the wolf with the golden coat standing only a few meters away from her. Although it growled when she moved, it showed no other signs of aggression, only watching her… as if it was curious.

“Hello, again…” (Name) said softly, staying still as it approached. She kept her hand in her pocket on her wand, but began to relax. It only circled her, chuffing when it moved behind her.

She tensed, but relaxed again when it appeared on her left side. It was inspecting her, sniffing her… was that normal behavior for a wild animal?

Its scarlet eyes focused on her, and she noticed it still had that slight limp when it walked. “Are you… injured?”

As if it could understand her, the creature tensed, the fur on its back rising. “Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you…”

Taking a chance, she slowly reached out her hand to place it on its head. She had a connection with animals, having rehabilitated many woodland creatures. A wolf couldn’t be that different, right?

Well, she was wrong. The beast growled before snapping its jaws at her hand, barely missing her fingers. It then ran away, slower than it usually would be due to its injured paw.

Her heart hurt from the sight. Had it been trying to ask her for help? It was possible the poor thing was someone’s pet that had been let go after learning how hard it was to take care of a wolf. Maybe that’s why it was both comfortable around humans and also weary of them?

(Name) made a decision that day. She would gain that wolf’s trust, and maybe… even make it her familiar.

———————

As the days turned into weeks, (Name) visited the forest every day she could. She saw the wolf often, sometimes from the corner of her eye, and sometimes it came in direct contact with her.

She always sat patiently, letting it come to her. (Name) had learned her lesson, and eventually she was able to sit in silence with the wolf by her side as she did mundane tasks like cleaning out her jars or sewing by the lake.

It had yet to let her touch it, but she didn’t mind. She would get it to trust her… it needed medical attention, more than she thought. It was scrawny, hungry looking, as if it was having trouble hunting by itself.

She started bringing out raw meat from the market and leaving it by the lake for it, and when its condition started to improve slowly, she knew that it was eating.

Once she started feeding it, the wolf began trusting her a great deal more. It now followed her down the pathway when she walked home, a slight sway in its tail.

She was making great progress, and the two seemed to have a mutual trust that neither would hurt the other. Every time she came to the lake, it was waiting there for her. It would eat, then sit nearby as she did what she needed to do, then walked her home. It had become her routine.

That’s why it surprised her when it wasn’t there when she came.

“Pup?”

(Name) called for it, patting her thigh and whistling. Usually it would have come to greet her by now…

The silence in the forest was almost eerie, as if everything was holding its breath. There was no birdsong, no squirrels skittering from tree to tree… just silence.

“Something is wrong…”

It was growing dark, and she was hurrying back as quickly as she could. (Name) had heard from some other forest dwelling witches that when the sounds of the forest stopped, that meant there was a large predator around, something that made the squirrels and birds hide in fear.

Had the wolf gone into hiding too?

She didn’t have to wonder for long. As she neared her cottage, her eyes widened in horror. There were bloodied paw prints leading down the stone path to her front door, and laying on her doorstep was the golden wolf.

It panted loudly, its fur matted with blood. (Name) immediately kneeled at its side, trying to hold back tears. The injured paw was stuck in a bear trap, and it had gashed on its belly and back… as if it had been attacked with a knife…

When it growled at her touch, she simply shushed it. “Shh, shh, I’m here. You came to my home for a reason, right? I can help you…”

Although it still snarled and yelped as she hoisted it into her home with great effort, it made no attempts to sink its teeth into her flesh.

As soon as it was inside, she summoned as many bandages as she could, along with a metal bar to help her pry the bear trap off.

“This is going to hurt, pup. Don’t bite me…”

The wolf laid its head down, as if telling her it trusted her to help. It growled and snarled in pain as she pried open the bear trap. Once its paw was free, she examined the damage.

His paw was barely hanging on… thankfully she focused on healing magic. She was able to reattach his paw and clean the wound, bandaging it before moving onto the gashes on his body.

(Name) collapsed in exhaustion after hours of working on the wolf. Her efforts had paid off, as it was now sleeping peacefully by the fire.

‘At least one of us is able to sleep…’ she thought, rising from the couch to wash the blood from her hands. She exhausted all of her magic saving the wolf’s life, which worried her slightly. That meant if it were to attack for any reason, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

After much thought, she realized that even if it wanted to hurt her, it would be unable. The thing couldn’t stand, much less leap out and attack her, so she decided to sleep next to it… just to watch over it, of course… the fact that it was so soft and warm had nothing to do with it…

———————-

(Name) woke up in the early hours of the morning, the sun not even up yet. She could have only been asleep for a few hours, as the fire was still going…

She sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes… but paused when she took a second look at the fire.

She hasn’t remembered putting that second log in the fireplace… before she slept, she had even cursed herself for not doing so.

(Name) felt a chill run up her spine and immediately turned to see if the wolf was okay… but instead of seeing its beautiful golden fur and large form, she was met with something much smaller hidden under the blanket…

Smaller, but still bigger than her, whatever it was wriggled the second she spoke. “U-um…”

She expected the wolf to perhaps be some kind of magical beast that turned into something smaller when injured to conserve power… and she wasn’t that far off.

When she pulled back the blanket, instead of a furred creature, she came face to face with a handsome… man?

“… hello…”

For finding a man in the place of the injured wolf she saved, (Name) took the situation well. And by well, she screamed and scooted away, wielding her wand.

“W-who are you and what did you do to that wolf!? Are you some kind of poacher? A pervert? A poaching pervert!?”

The person squinted at her, sighing. “No… I’m neither of those… I-“

He winced in pain, whimpering as the blanket fell around him. (Name)’s eyes went wide as she saw the bandages decorating his form, the same ones she had applied to the wolf last night…

The things that finally clued her in were the wolf ears perched atop of his blonde head, and tail limp on his back.

“Y-you’re…”

“A werewolf…” he muttered, his ears flattening against his head. “You… helped me, and… I understand if you no longer want to help now that you know what I am. I simply ask that… you let me recover until I am able to move…”

She swallowed, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what you are. You’re hurt, and I won’t let you suffer.”

The man looked on in mild shock as she helped him onto the couch. “This should be more comfortable… I’ll need to redo your bandages soon…”

The man watched her work silently. She redressed his wounds with a skill that was uncommon for women in their era. Once she was done, it was only then that her eyes trailed down his torso to look for anything else that she may have missed when his thick fur was in the way…

“Oh.”

Her face warmed, her eyes going wide.

He was completely and utterly nude, barely covering his groin with the blanket. His wolf ear twitched as she turned away, flustered.

‘I forgot, werewolves lose their clothing when they turn…’

For now, she simply covered him with a blanket, too tired to do anything else. With that, she left him to sleep on the couch and headed to bed.

‘What am I going to do? There’s a werewolf on my couch, right after Ember mentioned one eating her livestock. Is it the same one..? Could it… be connected to the familiars going rogue?’

She sighed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. ‘Well, whatever the case is, it’s my responsibility now. I decided to save its life, and I don’t regret it. Once it’s back to full health, I’ll think of what to do…’

With that decided, she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her long day.

———————

In the living room, the werewolf stared up at the ceiling, his head filled with the images of the events he had been through.

‘I thought they lost my trail… those damn poachers will do anything to complete their collection…’

His heart ached to think of his pack, their coats skinned from their bodies after they were forced to transform and fight each other for their captors’ amusement. It made his blood boil to think of how scared the pups must have been, how the elders must have died comforting them with their final breaths, just for all of their words to mean nothing in the end.

He hated humans and their endless lust for money and power. For years he had avoided human contact, staying in his wolf form and attacked anyone that came near in fear of being hurt again…

That was until he met her.

Even before they officially met, he had been stalking her through the woods for months. At first, he had planned on killing her and taking over her cabin for himself. In his mind, it was only fair. Humans killed and stole from nature every single day, honestly he thought he was doing the world a favor taking one of them out.

But (Name) wasn’t like other humans. Every day, he watched her take only what she needed, and left behind gifts for the fairies and animals. She tended to the wounded creatures and made sure she never overstayed her welcome.

It would be dishonest to say he liked her, but she was the closest thing to tolerable a human could get in his eyes. So when he met her, he found himself unable to hurt her.

Though at first he kept his distance and attempted to bite her if she strayed too close, he never intended to actually hurt her. If he wanted to, he could have easily tore into her throat and feasted on her flesh… but he didn’t.

This human, this girl had become something akin to a friend to him. Despite his hatred for her kind, he couldn’t help following after her and staying by her side. It felt soothing, safe… almost familiar in a way. It reminded him of when he was just a pup and would follow behind his mother while she hunted or gathered ingredients for dinner.

So when he was attacked by the very poachers that killed his family, he escaped with only one thing in mind.

‘I have to find her!’

He followed her scent, barely dragging his wounded hide to her home and collapsing on the front step. He never would have thought that he would trust a human to help him, not after what he had been put through.

Even now, as he laid there powerless and unable to move, his mind was still conflicted. Was this really okay? Could he truly rely on this human to tend to him when he was utterly defenseless?

‘It doesn’t really look like I have much of a choice…’

Winning his trust would not be easy, but if she could… (Name) would gain a loyal companion.

Only time could tell what would become of these two…

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[klausysworld]

Nothing but a Nuisance.

Being a witch in New Orleans wasn't exactly the dream when Marcel had a magic detecting teenage witch in his attic.

One tiny little spell set Davina off, had Marcel ripping heads off and hearts out. It was a little dramatic, even for me.

But, a girls gotta survive so I kept my magic inside and resorted to mediocre crap so that I could get some cash in this stupid tourist town.

Sitting in my little booth with my candles lit and tarot cards out usually dragged in a decent dozen or so a day, some locals were heavy believers too and would come back so often to get another reading.

But Klaus Mikaelson? Not my average customer.

Of course the news that he was in New Orleans spread like wildfire but I didn't need to be told to know it was him. The power rolling off of him set my magic on edge, forcing me to restrain it within my blood and keep it from boiling out.

Still, I kept myself steady and remained calmly seated. My eyes lifted to meet his, the flash of gold making the flames around the room dancing aggressively before I reined them back in.

He took the seat in-front of me, legs comfortably spread like a typical man whilst his hands rest in his lap and a brow on his annoyingly handsomely carved face lifted.

"How much is a reading, love?" He questioned and I swallowed thickly and shook my head.

"I don't read for-"

"Well now, thats a bit discriminatory, love, isn't it?" He cut in and I closed my mouth with a sigh. A hundred dollar bill was pushed before me and with annoyance more than reluctance, I accepted the cash.

Silently I took the deck in my hands and began strategically shuffling, letting the cards flutter together delicately over and over until there was no way of telling which was where. I slid the cards out face-down in-front of him and looked up, our eyes locking again.

"Select your three." I directed and with no hesitation his fingers plucked out three cards, keeping them within his reach as I tidied the rest away. I turned the ones he had chosen over and glanced over each one.

The Magician, The Emperor and The Tower.

I let out a little sigh, none of the meanings were much of a shock but he wasn't exactly going to enjoy them.

"Go ahead, describe the hell that is to burden us all." He muttered, slight amusement to his tone. I reached and tapped The Magician card.

"This one is in regards to your willpower, using what comes your way to its potential and combing it with your own power to manifest it toward what you truly desire. But It could also be leading you towards love-" My eyes flick up, seeing his eyes narrowed as though he were actually interested.

"I'm not interested in the relationship meaning to the card, love, what's the reverse meaning?" He asked, jaw a little tense and I didn't really want to reveal it.

"Trickery, it represents selfishness." I answer simply and he nodded, resting back in his chair as though that was the answer he was actually expecting.

"The Emperor?" He questioned and I shifted my attention back to the task.

"This card means authority, regulation, organisation and a fatherliness. The Emperor represents a strategic thinker who sets out plans that he must see through. He is a symbol of the masculine principle. It comes with responsibility of giving structure, creates rules and systems, and imparting knowledge and of course enforcing discipline." I explain and he hummed, his body leaning forward at the word 'fatherliness'.

"The reversed?" He questioned without a beat and this time I hesitated.

"The concept of an abusing the authoritative power. It creates the desire to inspire higher principles in his kingdom have turned to ruthlessness, tyranny and rigidity..." I trailed and he let out a soft hum of almost agreement.

"The Tower?"

"On this one, the reversed is actually better than the upright." I laughed softly, my nails tracing the outline of the design and feeling the trickle of magic within it. "Upright the Tower represents change in the most radical and momentous sense. It doesn't necessarily have to be  frightening or ominous but it does signify a foundational, groundbreaking change. However it can sometimes strike fear, as it means that we must abandon the truths that we have known prior to this event. The old ways are no longer useful, and you must find another set of beliefs, values and processes to take their place." I tell him before continuing. "Reversed shows that The Tower is built on faulty foundations, and it must fall. Though the destruction will be painful, the humbleness resulting from it can bring us peace. It suggests you become more self reliant-"

"I'm already self reliant, love but I'll make an extra note." He scoffed.

A slightly uncomfortable silence hung over us for a moment or two as he mulled over his reading. Then he stood, a heavy sigh on his lightly stained lips. "Thank you, for your service, love." He nodded and headed back out into the streets of The French Quarter.

A slightly bizarre experience, having the most powerful beast in my reading room and I knew that the other witches were never going to quiet their incessant chatter over it.

It was the talk of the town when Klaus got headed 'King' and moved into the compound, having 'ownership' over Davina and therefore the witches. Not that it lasted long as Davina was clearly losing it.

That's how I ended up dragged in by each arm.

"Ah, perfect; they found you." Klaus declared, his voice arrogant and echoing. "Come, love, I need you to fix my witch." He took my arm from another vampire and pulled me along with him. I was shoved into a room, if you could call it that. The walls were crumbling around Davina, her screams piercing my ears as everything went flying everywhere. The door was slammed shut behind me and I was forced to face...that.

It took some struggle but I was able to get my hands on her, I could feel both our magic draining rapidly as I used mine to weaken hers.

My eyes were just starting to close, the reassuring whispers fading from my lips as her body went soft against mine when I felt a separate pair of hands hold me up by my shoulders.

I woke a small while later, my brows furrowing as I felt fingers stroking my forehead, tracing my hairline. My eyes cracked open and Klaus's cocky face was peering down at me.

"Good morning sweat-pea." He smirked, pure amusement in his eyes.

"Ew..." I mumbled sluggishly and sat up, ignoring his touch and closeness. "Don't touch me you...I don't even know what you are."

"Hybrid, love. Thank you, again, by the way; for keeping my witch under control. It seems that little sickening ritual you witches have doesn't quite work out as planned hm? Now I have a dead witch and a very stroppy Marcellus." He muttered, his eyes rolling.

"It works." I grumbled as I felt the power slowly growing back within me. "Four witches resurrected, the girls will come back in time."

"Mmm. I do hope so, no need for a group of dead children. It's causing a small inconvenience."

"Uhuh." I murmured and swung my legs over the side of the bed I was lead out on. I stood, my head light and dizzy but I kept it upright. My feet stumbled a little as I headed out of the door, my hands reaching for the stair railing as Klaus's hands grabbed onto my hips.

"Easy now, love. It took a lot out of you to calm little Davina down." He chuckled in my ear, the sound disorientated and demonic.

"No...I don't...I don't get this weak from a spell." I mumbled and he hummed.

"Must've been something else then." He whispered, his lips suddenly by my ear and I felt my jaw clench as I realised he must've spiked me with something somehow. My body fell back into his and his arms slipped round me, lifting me into a bridal hold as my vision went dark again.

I woke again, hours later. The sky was almost black when I turned my head to see out of the guest bedroom window. I felt better now and without anybody being able to detect my magic, I could break the window apart and float out of it with ease.

I headed back home, greeted by my obsidian cat who mewled happily at my return. Her tail wrapping around my calf as we headed into the dining room where her bowl wait empty on the wooden floor. I filled the bowl and she meowed happily.

The quietness of my house filled me with a sense of serenity as I sat down in my usual sear at the table. My stomach ached with hunger but it was so late and I couldn't be bothered to make anything.

So I waited for Salem to finish her dinner before we went upstairs to bed.

By the time sunlight was seeping past my blinds, a loud continuous knocking practically shook my house. Salem's claws dug into my skin as she stretched out and curled back up with a faint growl of annoyance.

"Fucks sake." I groaned before pulling the duvet back and storming down the stairs, pulling the chain off the door and swinging it open. "What!?" I demanded, my expression clearly a display of my feelings.

Klaus Mikaelson stood before me, his arms crossed over his broad...firm chest.

"You ran away." He stated, eyes flicking to my chest making me glance down as well so see my tit almost out of my night time vest. I shifted the fabric and he cleared his throat, looking back up.

"I didn't run anywhere." I countered and his eyes rolled. Honestly, for a thousand years old he sure was sassy.

"No of course not. You gracefully levitated out of the window, honestly you make quite the stereotype for a witch. Tarot cards, floating and, oh look a black cat." He scoffed and I leant down, picking up Salem before she could get out and into his grasp.

"Why are you here?" I asked and he hummed.

"I need your powers, come to the abattoir." He demanded and I put a hand on my hip.

"I do hope you're joking." I told him and his jaw went tight.

"I don't have much time for this back and forth, love. It's fun, yes and you're very cute but I will resort to less verbal persuasion if you cannot do as you are told." His tone got progressively lower, darker.

"Get off my porch. I'll be there in half an hour." I muttered, slamming the door back in his face.

"Twenty minutes, love!" He yelled through the wood.

I couldn't be bothered with this. The tarot card readings were low for me but they still made me money so now I was just missing out and I couldn't afford not to pay my bills. Besides, Salem needed her food too and she definitely wouldn't go without.

I got to the compound after forty minutes, mostly out of pettiness however I did shower, shave dry my hair, style my hair, get dressed, have a breakfast bar and feed Salem so time added up quick. Those weren't good enough excuses for a pissy hybrid.

His eyes were dark, sort of how I imagined the depths of the ocean at night as he watched me. I was a little different in how my magic worked.

I didn't need to do all the muttering and straining unless it was a really difficult spell like raising the dead, I think that's what sparked Klaus's interest. That I didn't pull out a hundred spell books, flipping relentlessly through the pages to pick the spell he needed. I could sense what he needed, almost read the spell from his mind to use it like he wanted.

I got up to leave once I was done but his hand was around my arm, keeping me to him. I knew he was half werewolf which made his skin warm but the heat rolling off of him was almost concerning. The golden look in his eyes put me on edge but he wasn't threatening, yet.

"I need something else-"

"I need to get to my job, where I get paid." I cut him off and he huffed softly, almost playfully as the corners of his lips upturned slightly. A hundred dollar bill was wedged very provocatively between my tits. I bit the tip of my tongue before raising my eyes to look at his cocky expression.

"I swear to all of the unholy spirits that if you ever put your grubby little hands on my body again I'm gonna burn your dick off." I warned him, my eyes narrowed and voice low but he only smirked and pushed me backwards so his body trapped me to the wall.

His face lowered to mine, his nose brushing up the side of my jugular before his breath was against my ear. "Mmm, how have you managed to make that sound so hot?" He murmured and I scoffed, shoving off me with a slight force making his chuckle.

"Don't be a freak, Klaus. You'll make me vomit." I whispered, my nose scrunched up as if I could actually find him repulsive. Stupid handsome face.

My body ached slightly when his pulled away from mine and his fingertips skimmed over my sides before leaving me completely.

"I'll be needing you a lot more often from now on. I'll pay you whatever you want. A thousand dollars an hour for all I care." He offered and I could feel my ethics at question. I'd be against the coven if I was willingly working for the beast but a thousand dollars was a fuck tonne to turn down.

"I have to get back to Salem." I muttered and he let out a deep chuckle making my eyes roll as I walked off.

"Oh come on, love. You have to admit that it's a little traditional, no? You're practically mocking your own kind-"

"Oh piss off mr 'i spent a thousand years trying to be a dog'." I snapped back as he followed me out of the compound and into the streets. "Rumour has it you've literally only turned once. I think if anyone's mocking their kind its you."

"Touché." He accepted, his tone weirdly light and he had a shrug to his shoulders. "I should turn more often, that's fair." He nodded, keeping up with my quickening pace but as soon as we got around a corner I was pinned to the wall by the throat. "But don't you ever, ever- talk down to me like that or you will very much be reminded of your place, witch." He growled and I felt my magic flaring, just begging to light him on fire but I let him keep the upper hand as he placed me back down onto my feet.

I turned on my heel and kept walking, forcing myself not to gasp for air and just struggle slightly. His footsteps remained just behind me, he was much more relaxed than I was and it was pissing me off as we got to my house.

The soft meow of Salem's voice echoed form behind the door and her paw made a soft sound which made my body sink back from the tension. But my body went rigid when Klaus's hand turned the handle to my front door and he walked right on inside, leaning down and picking up Salem as he did.

My eyes flicked down at the threshold he had just completely discarded before locking on Salem as she purred in his hands. One twist of those hands and her head would pop off her her neck.

The imagine alone made me react. His heart was in his chest one second and on my hallway floor the next. Salem landed on her feet with a mewl and padded off to the kitchen whilst I was left with the heavy thud of Klaus's body.

"Fuck!" I breathed as I ran my hands over my hair and groaned dramatically. I moved him to the living room and tied him up with a magically finding rope, ensuring he would stay put as I cleaned away the blood from his heart and fixed Salem some food.

His groggy grumble made it's way into the kitchen, forcing me to face my problems as I came to the doorway of my living room. He looked a little bit pissed but mostly amused which relieved me to extent but annoyed me even more.

"Very kinky, love." He mused as he tugged on the ropes. His eyes cast down at the bloody stain across his shirt before flickering past my ankles, probably to where Salem was feeding from her bowl. "Had I have known that damn cat was quite a sore subject for you then I wouldn't have picked the thing up-"

"How did you get into my house?" I asked and he smirked.

"I think you mean my house, my love. I thought it would be easier for us if I owned the building, means we can both have access and I can come collect you easier." He smiled as if it were a friendly thing to do.

"You're fucking crazy. A full on whack job." I muttered. "I'm not your witch, I'm not your pet. You do not claim my house and pick up Salem- you stop touching my life. Get out and leave me alone!" I yelled and with that his body was gone, instead at least a couple hundred tiny pieces of him exploded across my living room floor and walls.

I forced myself to breathe steady, my eyes closing for a second before I let out an angry cry of frustration and got my magic under control. Bit by bit I managed to pile him together, clean the marks away and put him in a bin bag, then transferring his remains back to the abattoir for them to fix themselves back together.

It was surprising that Klaus hadn't burst my house down and tore my head off in retaliation to be completely honest.

However, for whatever reason, the next time I saw him, he was all cheerful and charming again like normal.

"Come on now, love, don't be all grumpy with me still because of our little mishap." He teased, following me closely as I moved through the streets quickly. "I didn't mean to push it with the cat, love. I'll admit that was my fault, I crossed the line." He murmured, his lips so close to my ear it made my skin burn.

I continued to ignore him, trying to get on with my day without his constant chatter but he just seemed to be there all day long, keeping customers away and effectively ruining my time.

Once it grew dark I let out a sigh and leaned back, staring mindlessly at the sheer lack of cash in my pot. His hand brushed the hair behind my ear and stroked the side of my neck.

"Klaus." I warned with a sigh and he hummed lowly, his lips moving to kiss the spot below my ear making me let out a scoff and shove him off me. "You are like an animal. Go fuck someone who actually wants something to do with you." I snapped and he let out a soft chuckle.

"You know I have extremely heightened senses, love? I can practically taste how turned-on you get around me-" He purred and I gagged.

"That's just your perverted mind playing tricks on you." I scoffed and he hummed.

"All this sass because you didn't get your money, love? I told you I'd pay your rates." He tutted before his fingers were plucking hundred dollar bills from his wallet and putting them in my jar. "There, now you're all caught up and you can stop looking so glum."

"I don't want your money, I don't want your time, I don't want you!" My voice raised and his lips twitched.

"You'll be more than willing before long, love. I'm very much looking forward to you giving in, I already know you'll be absolutely exquisite-"

I cut him off abruptly, my palm colliding with his cheek without a second thought. The action made me just as surprised as him, both of us staring at each other for a long moment. I could see his jaw clenching, his eyes hardening fraction by fraction.

He straightened in his seat, inhaling and exhaling as his eyes darted away. He was urging himself not to lash back at me.

His hands hit the table, hard as he stood. I flinched in my seat but didn't go to move, just watched him. I watched as he paced up and down the length of the small room before storming out.

I blew out a breath of relief at the slam of the door and sunk down into the chair.

Klaus didn't come around for a small while after that. I probably should have been thrilled not to be haunted by him each day. I was finally making some money again and didn't have to worry about Salem being catnapped or whatever.

Until he woke me up in the middle of the night, banging so hard against my front door I was surprised it hadn't caved in. I swung it open, ready to launch him off my porch when my eyes took him in.

"Oh fuck." I mumbled, my hands moving without my consent to pull the blood-soaked henley away from his skin. "Okay, come on." I whispered, pulling him inside, Salem mewing and pawing at his boots as we climbed the stairs.

He was sat shirtless on top of the toilet seat, his bloody hands in his lap whilst I wiped away the red across his chest, neck and face. The hot tap of the bath was running quickly, filling fast. I'd wanted him out of my life from the second he pushed his way into it and yet for some reason I was worried about him and looking after him as though I cared for him. But surely that was ridiculous, he was a menace in my life.

I just couldn't help myself.

His clothes were in my washer, I was scrubbing the blood and mud off of my floors and the stairs banister before going up to my room to dig out a shirt of mine he could sleep in and some oversized sweatpants that he could wear for the night.

They were a little tight. My bad.

I don't think he was in much a mood to complain though as the shirt clung to his skin, I shouldn't have been looking at the definition of his muscles so much. Not when he was so upset.

He was a lot easier to handle when he was like that though.

No cocky remarks, no touching, just raw and vulnerable. For once he wasn't Klaus the hybrid, just Klaus.

"You're gonna have to talk to me tomorrow, okay?" I whispered as he rest his head against my shoulder, it was obvious he was debating using my breast as a pillow but he made the wise decision to not push his luck.

By morning he'd managed to get there though. His face was nestled right against me, his eyelashes brushing over my skin with each subtle blink. With slight reluctance I gently slid my fingers into his hair, gently scratching his scalp.

Salem was asleep on top of the covers, on him. Her whole body vibrating against him as she purred.

"We're gonna get up soon and you're gonna talk." I murmured but kept my tone soft for now. "You can't just turn up at my house covered in blood and not tell me, okay?"

His body shifted slightly, his face pressing further into my chest making me suppress an eye roll but I kept it at bay. He was delicate at the moment and a lot more likely to do something extreme if pushed.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go." He whispered and my fingers stuttered against his head before resuming their pattern. He was such a conflicting person.

It only took a couple days before he was back to his old self, turning up unannounced to my work and disrupting my every day but I don't know. Just knowing that he did definitely have that human side of him made him less threatening.

It didn't help that Salem had started sitting on his lap when he was over. He'd learnt just the spot under her ears that would make her love him. Honestly it was ridiculous how simply he could insert himself with no consequences. Pissed me off.

"Klaus, get out." I called from my kitchen, currently stood over the stove and stirring the pot of gumbo I'd been cooking. I could sense him in the hallway, making his way in, boots already off.

"Don't get so angsty so soon love. I haven't even said anything." The amusement on his tone wasn't hidden at all. I huffed loudly and put the lid back on the pot. "Smells divine, my sweet." He smirked, brows rising.

"What do you want?" I sighed. I just couldn't be bothered to deal with his drama.

"Only your company." He murmured, head lowering but eyes darkening. "Won't you invite me to stay for dinner?" He asked and I scoffed.

"Since when have you needed to be invited to anything ever?"

"You make a fair point love but it's nicer to be wanted now isn't it?" He shrugged and got closer, leaning completely past and over my to lift the lid of the pot and get a proper whiff. His body pressed against mine, pushing me against the front of the oven. I sucked in a breath, trying not to let him bother me as he slowly pulled back, his face inches from mine as his eyes glanced over my face. "So?" He pressed. "Am I welcome to stay?"

My jaw ticked and my fingers twitched but eventually I relented. "Fine, whatever. But you better actually tell me what you want because I know you aren't here for some dinner."

"You'd be surprised." He mused before sitting down at the table and picking Salem up to place her on his lap.

While we were eating he revealed the spell he was actually here for. So soon enough we were back in the main room with candles everywhere, sat facing each other on the floor and holding hands so I could use his energy as well as mine.

"You know love, under slightly different circumstances this could be a very romantic setting." He purred whilst I murmured the chant under my breath. His statement made me pause and sigh.

"You know Klaus, maybe it would be if you would shut up and let me finish." I snapped and he chuckled.

"Oh I can't wait to see how you behave in bed." I ended up muting him for the rest of the evening. It was comical to see how desperately he needed to say something every half a second.

By the time I'd done what he needed and gotten him back to the doorway, I finally let his sound come back. He cleared his throat and looked up at me with a look of annoyance before his expression shift back to his usual half smile. "As much as I may hope, I think it's quite clear that you won't be inviting me to stay the night." He teased and I hummed in agreement.

"Goodnight Klaus." I pressed, opening the door for him.

"Goodnight, love."

Klaus was arrogant and narcissistic and possibly one of the most selfish beings I'd ever had the displeasure of meeting and yet somehow I ended up looking for the goodness in him.

What was worse was that sometimes I found it.

Just a glimpse of light when he'd smile, the gold in his hair when his hands would push it back. The shimmer in his eyes when he held his hand out for me to channel him.

I don't really know when it started to happen but I ended up not hating him. We both realised that when I did actually invite him to stay for dinner.

The upturn of his lips and the way his head went down made me realise my mistake. But it was too late to undo, he was already sat at the table and talking away.

Once he'd eaten and managed to get the wine out of my cupboard, we ended up in the living room. Him with Salem back on his lap and purring away blissfully. His fingers were hidden within her fur whilst his legs stretched out across the sofa, as if it were his home as well as mine. This time I didn't complain about it.

The night got old quick and after a few glasses of wine I decided it was time for bed.

"If you wanted me upstairs you should have said so sooner, love." He grinned and my eyes rolled as we both rose, Salem jumping down and brushing around my ankles. By the time my gaze settled back on him he was only inches away, his hands making their way to my sides.

"Klaus." I muttered, shifting slightly when his palms pressed to my waist. The light buzz of the alcohol made his touch feel like pure warmth, he felt like the sun. I could feel my eyes shutting, the heat of his mouth against my forehead in from of a soft kiss.

"Thank you," He murmured, the word sounding so foreign on his tongue, "For inviting me." My body tensed and softened when his arms slid round me. It was only a second before I was feeling the definition of his back beneath my fingers.

His lips kissed my cheek before hovering just before my mouth. I knew I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway.

I should have known one wouldn't have been enough.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Under Your Spell

vampire!eddie x werewolf!steve x witch!fem!reader

summary: you’re making a potion for your shop and it turns out you need a lock of hair from a werewolf and a drop of blood from a vampire. Lucky for you, your boyfriends happen to be just that, but they’re not going to give in so easily.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) knotting, blood drinking, oral (f and m receiving) voyeurism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) anal, dom!eddie

This is in collaboration with the always lovely @lillypad910 who actually came up with idea!

You locked the door as soon as the last customer left your shop, pulling on the door to make sure it was truly locked before heading to the back room where your potion was waiting for you. A love potion that you were planning on selling to get more customers through the door. At the rate you were going, you’d have to sell the place and you didn’t like the idea of someone else owning the shop you lived above.

You closed and locked the door tthat was at the back of the shop just in case a certain someone came snooping around for your spell books even though they were no use to him. Really, he just liked to bother you, loving to see how you worked.

You also just wanted the privacy, always getting distracted when your boyfriends were around. It didn’t matter whether they were trying to help or to get you out of your work space, it was hard to get anything done. You had given in too many times and now you needed to focus.

You grabbed the correct spell book from your bookcase then headed over to the table where your cauldron was sitting, using your magic to turn on the heat before flipping through the pages to find what you needed. Once you got to the page, you read over the ingredients list before grabbing them from the cabinet where they were all kept.

You slowly added everything into the cauldron and mixed it to together, noticing that it wasn’t turning to the correct color, wondering what you were missing.

You turned back to the book and ran over the recipe one more time, seeing that you didn’t have a hair from a werewolf nor a drop of blood from a vampire. That had to be it. Lucky for you, you knew exactly where to get both of those.

You exited your lair and hurried up the set of stairs that were across from it that lead up to the apartment that you shared with your boyfriends. As soon as you got up there, though, you saw that they were cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite movie without you.

You slowly crept up to the back of the couch and crouched down, only popping up with a loud “boo” coming from your mouth when there was a jump scare on the screen.

Both of the men screamed in response, but let out sighs of relief as they realized it was only you, letting go of each other to fully turn to face you.

“Hey, honey,” Steve greeted, a large grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I think I deserve some sugar for that scare.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his only to hear your other boyfriend whining for a kiss of his own. You turned to Steve and gave him exactly what he wanted. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away before he was ready, hearing another whine fall from his lips.

“So, are you done for the night?” Eddie asked, the two of you ignoring Steve. You didn’t know why you were nervous to ask them. It was just a favor and being your boyfriends, you would have assumed that they would jump at the chance to help you out, especially with something that had to do with your business.

“Well,” you drew out the word as you took one of each of their hands and swayed them back and forth in the air. “I have a potion that I need to finish and it seems I’m missing two ingredients.”

“What ingredients are you missing, sweet pea?” Steve asked, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

You took a deep breath before answering, suddenly feeling nervous about the whole thing. “I need a hair from a werewolf,” you reached up and stroked Steve’s hair, giving his scalp a little scratch and he leaned into your touch, soaking it up. “And a drop of blood from a vampire,” you turned to Eddie, your hand still in Steve’s hair. You brought your other hand up to rest on Eddie’s cheek, your thumb swiping across his lip the way you knew he liked.

Steve was immediately on board, nodding furiously. He was always going above and beyond to please you, wanting to do whatever you asked just to see that beautiful smile of yours. Eddie, though, always took more convincing. He wanted you to beg, to plead, needing much more convincing than his boyfriend did.

“Of course, what-“ Steve started to say, but Eddie put his hand up to stop him.

“Not so fast,” Eddie shook his head. “We’d like something in return.” His eyes were darkening as he stared at you and you knew exactly what he was wanting, but you thought you wanted to hear him say it. To ask, to beg, like he was always making you do. After all, you could go to just any vampire and werewolf to get what you needed.

“And what’s that?” You asked, your thumb sliding between his lips. You were playing dumb and hoping, praying he’d take the bait.

“I think you know what,” he replied, removing your hand from his face, fighting the urge to put your whole thumb into his mouth and suck on it until he couldn’t possibly anymore.

“Tell me anyway,” you demanded, your tone getting even more flirty as your hand traveled down to his hair, picking up a curl and twirling it around your pointer finger.

“You have to fuck us in return.” His voice was hoarse, demanding, and you swore you felt yourself getting wet just by hearing it. You loved being told what to do, craved it, even. You always let the boys take over in the bedroom, wanting them to tell you exactly what they wanted.

Without a word, you rounded the couch and placed yourself between the two them, a hand resting on either of their thighs. You turned to Steve, watching his eyes widen as your hand moved higher and higher, sliding up his thigh until it reached his cock that you could feel was already hardening. That had to be a record.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. “Will that be an okay exchange?” Steve’s mouth fell open as he nodded furiously.

“Please,” he whined and that was all you needed to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants. Together, you removed them along with his underwear, his cock springing free as you did so. They dropped to his ankles and you spread his legs, spitting into your hand before giving it a few slow pumps, watching him come undone under your touch. His eyes flutter shut and his head tilted back against the couch, his hands finding purchase on the cushions, grasping onto them for dear life as moans tumble out of his mouth.

Your hand continued to move back and forth, back and forth, the motion picking up, getting even faster and you looked up at him as another loud moan fell from his lips. And just when you were getting into a rhythm, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling your own hand away from Steve’s cock. You turned your attention to your other boyfriend who was standing over you with a devilish grin. With his other hand, he reached up and rested it on the back of your head, pushing your face down towards Steve’s cock.

“Open up, my little gem. Gotta finish him off.” You did as Eddie commanded and opened wide, taking Steve into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head as your hand wrapped around the base, a gasp falling from his lips as you began to suck hard, Eddie pushing your head down even farther as you did so. “Come on, gotta take all of him. Can’t you see he’s about to come?”

He was pushing you down with even more force, causing Steve’s cock to move further into your mouth, your nose brushing the patch of hair above it as you tried your best not to gag, tears pricking your eyes. You continued to suck on him as best you could, opening your eyes to looked at him as he was about to reach his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned loudly as his eyes shut tight, his head fully hitting the back of the couch as his hands white knuckled the couch cushions. “So good, honey.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “Just like that.” He could feel himself getting bricked up just by watching, not even needing you to do the same to him. He was always content with just seeing it all happening.

But just as Steve was about to come, Eddie’s hands wound into your hair, giving it a yank as he pulled you away from Steve’s cock, pulling you to your feet. “That’s enough,” he commanded, deciding that he wanted to have in on some of the fun. He then grabbed onto your face with his free hand, turning your face to watch Steve.

“Look at him. Look at how fucked out he already is.” His lips were right by your ear as he turned your back to him, pressing himself against it and you could his rock hard cock against your lower back. And you moved ever so slightly, feeling it twitch against you.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned so loudly and you and Eddie watched the cum leak out of his cock as an orgasm ripped through him, his head moving so far back that you couldn’t even see his face as he writhed right there on the sofa.

“Look at that,” Eddie said into your ear. “That was all you, baby. Now, let me have my fun.” His hand that was holding your face moved down, slowly inching towards your stomach. It made its way up your dress so slowly as he got it into your panties as he was on the hunt, finally finding what he was looking for as he shoved his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan and Eddie hummed at that, burying his face into your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, wanting you to beg for him just like always.

“Eddie, please,” you whined and he just chuckled against your skin.

“Gotta beg me some more, my little gem, c’mon,” he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“Yeah, c’mon,” Steve rasped. “Gotta sing for your supper, hon.” Eddie’s fingers pulled out then began to move back and forth across your slit, teasing you, making you want to beg for him so badly, needing to feel his fingers, his rings inside of you, the cold metal and the rough texture rubbing against you as he slid his fingers in and out of your cunt.

“Beg me, I can see how desperate you are for it.” And he could, seeing that your eyes were glazing over, feeling how wet you were already. You were already soaked and he had barely done anything yet. By the time he was done with you, there would be slick running down your legs and he’d let Steve lick it up as a treat for being such a good boy.

“Eddie, please,” your whine was so desperate, so pleading, probably some of your best work and Eddie had no choice but to oblige for his favorite girl.

“Alright,” he sighed, his fingers entering you once again, this time it was all the way to where his fingers sat, the cool metal feeling so good against you. So good that you-

“Oh,” you moaned, sounding like you had gotten your release.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” he kissed your neck again. “That’s gotta be a record, hm?” He asked as his fingers pumped in and out, in and out so quickly watching you completely undone in front of him, watching your knees buckle underneath you. You always were easy, weren’t you? Just a few pumps and you were mewling, moaning so loudly that he was convinced that the other people in the buildings along the strip could hear you. Good. That was exactly what he wanted anyway. This was a favor that you had been doing in exchange for what you needed for your potion after all.

You were crumbling, your knees finally giving out underneath you and Eddie wrapped his free arm around your middle, keeping you from collapsing before removing his fingers from you. He brought them up to his lips while looking Steve directly in the eyes, sucking on them while moaning dramatically as he did so. He loved to tease his boyfriend, loved to make him jealous just so he’d ask for what he wanted since he was too much of people pleaser to voice his wants.

Steve was drooling now, wanting to get a taste of what Eddie had gotten, but all of it, your whole cunt on display for him. And Eddie knew that. That was all Steve ever wanted when the three of you did anything. As long as he had some sort of taste of you, he didn’t care what happened between you and Eddie. As long as he got to eat you out or at the very least suck Eddie off, he was perfectly content.

“Your turn,” Eddie told Steve, lifting you up to that you were straddling the man, Steve supporting your legs as you leaned against Eddie. Seeing the fishnets you were wearing and the lacy underwear you were wearing was doing something to him.

You could see his claws coming out and you were more turned on by it than you would have like to admit. His wolf form was always so hot to you, especially when he only half shifted more hair appearing on his chest and his teeth coming out. And watching it happen right in front of you was enough to make you so horny that you didn’t even know what to do yourself.

Steve could see your slick dripping down your legs and he needed to lick it all up right then. Before you could beg for him, he reached up and ripped your fishnets, the spot right about your cunt and all the way down to your thigh on each leg, giving him plenty of room to ravage you.

You gasped as you watched him and didn’t mind at all that he had completely ruined your tights. In fact, you were just thinking about what else he could have ruined. You would have let him rip your dress to shreds if he wanted to. You were actually hoping that he would. You watched as his hand moved towards your cunt, sinking his claws into your underwear, ripping a whole just big enough for his mouth.

He had never done that before, never actually ripped your clothes even though he had talked about it. You didn’t know if it was the full moon or if he was just that horny, but whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

He then grabbed onto one of your legs, licking your slick from it in rough strokes, wanting to take his time before moving onto the other, his movements getting quicker to speed up the process.

He then buried his face into your cunt, his mouth wrapping around your clit, licking and sucking on it as hard as he could while Eddie took the opportunity to suck on your neck, a moan falling from your lips, deciding that both of your boyfriends were so talented with their mouths. The whole thing was overstimulating, but you wouldn’t dare ask either of them to stop because you were enjoying it far too much.

Steve had moved onto your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth slowly as Eddie sucked hard on your neck, the feeling so intoxicating. And it was better than he remembered. It was sweet just like you were and even though he knew he needed to stop, he just couldn’t. Not when those absolutely delicious moans were falling from your lips, making him even harder. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he was convinced he was going to explode. But he needed to let Steve have his way with you first.

You were fucked out already, feeling yourself going limp in Eddie’s arms, but there was no way you were giving up, not when you were so close. And not when Steve was doing his best work, eating you like you were his last meal, his teeth scraping along your cunt, making your thighs press against his head so hard that you were convinced that you were going to crush him. Not that he minded.

And you most certainly couldn’t give up when Eddie was giving you the best hickey of your life, his lips sucking on your neck like it was their job and they desperately needed to pay rent. And when his teeth gliding along your skin, you were convinced you were seeing stars, reaching an orgasm, Steve’s tongue pushing in and pulling out of your cunt in a rhythm , moving quickly just like he knew you liked it, hearing you crying already. that unleashed something on you.

“Oh my god,” was all you were able to say as you clenched around Steve’s tongue, thinking that he was really outdoing himself. And Eddie-god, it was like he was trying to make your legs become jello as he sunk his teeth into your neck, giving it an even more rough suck as pulled some blood from you.

“Taste so sweet,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, an orgasm coursing through you as you grabbed onto Steve’s hair, needing something to grip as you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper, Eddie’s grip on you tightening as he tried his best to hold you up.

“Think she’s fucked out,” he said and Steve was quick to pull his face from you, grabbing hold of your legs and together, the two of them laid you on the floor.

The two men stared down at you, looking like you were a full course meal and they were starving. Steve was the first to kneel next to you, leaning down so that his lips were right by your ear.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked. “You don’t care about your dress, do you? Because I am going to rip it to shreds.” He pulled your earlobe between his teeth and hit down hard, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

“Please,” you whined, grabbing onto his shirt, balling it into your fists.

“Alright, calm down honey. I’m gonna get you ready for Eddie, alright?” He moved to where his face was just inches from yours and just when you thought he was going to kiss you, his lips moved to hover over your chest, baring his teeth as he did so.

You watched him bite down on the lacy fabric at the top of your dress, hearing the ripping sounds as he pulled at it harshly, his head moving back and forth in a quick motion like a dog with their favorite toy.

Eddie was quick to kneel on the other side of you, leaning over so that his face was right above your hip and once you saw him tearing up the fabric, you realized that he just didn’t want to miss out.

Together, the men continued to rip apart your dress with nothing but their teeth, pieces of your dress strewn across the living room, flying into the air as they torn the thing to shreds, almost nothing let of the dress it once was, pretty much your whole naked body on display. Your underwear was left for very last, Eddie letting Steve do the honors, the man moving his mouth to the waistband of your panties and pulled on it with his teeth until it tore down the side. He then leaned over and ripped up the other side before Eddie pulled them out from under you, holding them up to the light to see just how much had leaked onto him.

“Gonna have to keep these,” he said as he stuffed them into his back pocket with a devilish grin.

“And shit, do you look amazing tonight,” he added as his gaze shifted to you. Of course, he had seen your naked body more times than he could count, but he was always amazing at just how perfect it looked.

“Look at our little gem, Eddie,” Steve nodded at you, his eyes nothing but hungry, wanting to eat you whole. Good thing he had saved room for dessert.

“Oh, I’m looking,” Eddie nodded, his dark eyes turning almost black as he licked his lips slowly. “Such a pretty gem,” he said as he caressed your face, leaning down until his lips met yours and you were quick to respond, the kiss quickly getting messy and heated until he put it to a stop.

“Steve,” he turned to his boyfriend. “Grab the lube.” Steve was quick to rise to his feet and hurry to the bedroom to retrieve the bottle while Eddie stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

“All fours,” he commanded and you were quick to obey, knowing exactly what he was hinting at as it had happened so many times before.

You got on your hands and knees as you heard him unzip his pants as Steve hurried back into the living room tossing the bottle of lube to Eddie who was lathering it on his cock before he leaned over you. He then lined himself up with you and too no time to pound into you again and again as moans fell from your lips.

“That’s it,” Eddie cooed as his fingers dug into your waist. “Just like that, baby. You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Eddie, sh-shit,” you mewled and he knew that he had you exactly where he wanted you, eating up every single sound of pleasure that you were making. “So good.”

Steve kneeled in front of you, grabbing hold of your face so you’d look him in the eye. He held your gaze, feeling himself getting unbearably hard as he watched you moan as Eddie fucked you from behind.

“Doing so good, baby. And look at what a mess he’s made of you. Let it out.” Another moan passed through your lips and he nodded as you as he watched your every move. “Uh-huh, just like that hon. You’re taking him so well. Better save some of that energy, though, because I’m next.”

Eddie continued to pound into you again and again as Steve watched your reactions, wanting, needing to get inside of you, wanting his name to be the one you moaned, but he was going to have to settle for what he got until Eddie was done with you.

But he had to admit that he was eating it the fuck up, watching your mouth fall open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The whole thing was practically making him have his own orgasm, feeling the need to get himself off just so he could get some action. But just as he was about to take care of himself, you reached your orgasm, Steve watching the entire thing go down, backing away as Eddie pulled out, his eyes still locked on your face as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back into your head once again. God, he needed to fuck you so bad. To be the reason you were orgasming.

And before he could stop himself, he pushed you down onto the carpet underneath you, not even waiting for you to come down from your orgasm before he was inside you, pounding into you as he pinned you to the carpet but holding onto your wrists with a rough grip. You could see his eyes darken and realized that he was letting the alpha part of him take over, his claws digging into your skin, but your hardly minded, more focused on the way he was fucking you, actually pushing all of himself this time.

You felt your eyes water as he did so, his massive cock sliding in and out of you on a loop as loud moans fell from your lips. And while he fucked you like his life depended on it, Eddie was right by your side, sucking the blood that Steve had drawn from your lips, drinking up every last delicious drop of the stuff. The whole thing was overstimulating like before, but fuck did it feel goodIf he couldn’t get inside you soon, he was going to have to. getting so much attention.

“Can’t go dumb on me just yet, princess,” Steve cooed, his human form doing all the talking. “I haven’t even come yet.” His movements were picking up, getting even faster as you clenched around him, seeing that he was the one to orgasm this time. You could feel Steve’s cock swelling inside you as his loud moans filled your ears, which wasn’t uncommon when he got inside you. It had happened pretty much every time and you had been expecting it, in fact, you had been looking forward to it, loving that he hadn’t used a condom so that you could actually feel him.

You could feel him stretching you out, feeling the knot rock inside of you. Tears pricked your eyes as he continued, his movements getting even more rapid, his fingers digging into your hips, looking completely fucked out himself. You felt as if you were going to be torn apart because of the sheer size of him and that seemed to make you feel even more wet as you thought about it.

His movements got even faster somehow, moving your entire body as moans tumbling out of both of your mouths as Eddie watched the whole thing, feeling nothing but lucky as he watched it all go down, feeling the need to make himself a part of it even though he wasn’t participating in the way he wanted to be.

“God, stuffed her up good, didn’t you, Stevie?” He teased as he moved to your side brining his hand up and letting his fingers run over the spot where you and Steve had been connected, the movements gentle enough to send a shiver down your spine.

But Steve just ignored Eddie, continuing to fuck into you, feeling another orgasm coming, the wolf side of him coming out to play as his claws dug into your hips even further so deep that it had caused a little blood to pool not that either of you you were paying attention.

“Stevie,” you moaned and he swore he was going to come right there. He always ate it the fuck up, especially when you used his nickname that he had actually despised before meeting you. “More.”

And just when he was about to come, Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders and pulled him back, forcing him to collapse to the floor, taking you with him as you fell on top of him.

Eddie the stood behind you, grabbing hold of your hips as he pushed you down onto Steve, moving your hips up and down, helping you ride him, wanting, needing to be a part of it in any way that he could.

And the two of you seemed to be into it as the most lovely sounds tumbled from your mouths. With Eddie’s help, you continued to ride Steve, the two of you watching him come absolutely undone, his head tilting back as his back arched. God, he was always so beautiful.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Eddie encouraged as he moved your hips just a little faster, watching Steve buck his hips against yours over and over as he continued to hold onto them. “Just like that. Jesus christ, I think he’s about to-“

And just like that, the two of you watched Steve come, fascinated by the way his wolf came out, his claws reaching up and scratching up and down your back, absolutely destroying it, not that you minded.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie cooed to Steve as he came down from his orgasm and you felt the swelling go down, the knot progressively getting smaller inside of you. Once you didn’t feel it anymore, Eddie helped you climb on top of him, laying you down on the floor so you could catch your breath, just knowing that your legs felt like jello.

“I think you’ve more than paid for what you asked for,” Steve told you as he tried to catch his breath as he plucked a hair from his head, holding it out to you like a trophy as Eddie stabbed his pointer finger with one of fangs while you went to retrieve a vial to put the blood into. Once you were by his side, he let the blood drop into before you pointed at it with your hand, the wound healing right before his eyes.

“I love my boys,” you said as you pulled them into a group hug, your naked bodies pressing together as you did so.

“And we love you right back,” Eddie told you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before the three of you headed so bed for some much needed rest.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinking about witch of the wilds reader, about whom so little is known the story changes depending on which villager tells it.

hunters say she embodies everything beautiful about nature, forgetting its fickle, volatile, dangerous side.

travelers say she disappears into the shadows of the trees, running naked except for the flowering thorns woven through her hair.

the young men say whoever catches her can have her a night, but she's as fast as a minnow and wily as a rabbit.

the old women say men venture into the forest to find her and they don't return.

storytellers say you'll never find her unless you're not seeking her--that she must be a nymph or a dryad, a daughter of Baba Yaga by a forest god.

children say she hinders fools and helps only those pure of heart--pure like children understand it, because pure does not mean well-intentioned. it only means free of distraction and distortion; obsessive; all-consumed.

venture out to find her and you might find that the gap between beautiful wild maid and dangerous sorcerous trickster is vanishingly small.

these stories are all blown a bit out of proportion, but who are you to deny the legends that give you such a steady stream of human travelers to toy with?

masterlist

see also: shapeshifter familiars 141 + witch reader <3

[quarterlifekitty]

on the fantasy aus.. witch!reader who bakes her spells into pastries and stirs them into drinks at her little cafe and perchance any one of the 141 boys being a frequent customer? big ol knight who needs a little pick me up sometimes?

You’re getting all of them because sometimes I look at these asks and otome games flash in my mind

Gaz, to be quite honest, is mostly here for the pastries and tea. The magic stuff is just a bonus. As a result, the charms he gets are very simple, mostly cosmetic stuff. Clearing under eye bags, whitening teeth, stuff like that. His relentless flirting does not get him free hand pies, much to his dismay.

Soap is on that painkiller pastry grindset. He has various chronic pains that you have spells to soothe in the form of blueberry and cheese danishes. And he probably gets a horrifically sweet drink with whatever the magic equivalent of adderall is. He dabbles in apothecary himself, so he likes to flirt by talking shop with you about potions and reagents.

Ghost comes in like clockwork. Right before closing every day that you’re open. Gets a sleepy time tea and whatever pastry has got the dreamcatcher spell in it. Always overpays and refuses to take any change. Every time he casually reminds you that the offer for marriage is still open, but you’re not yet entirely convinced it’s not just a ploy to have a limitless supply of your tea.

Price is not here for the pastry or the magic— he’s here to wife you the fuck up, to be honest. He sees that you’re hardworking and talented as well as stunning. In addition, he thinks you should come work in the palace to provide your services to the royal guard, rather than running this tiny shop on a side street in town. So he’s trying to sweep you up on two fronts.

König gets the same kind of spells as most knights— treats to soothe various pains and accelerate healing, drinks that encourage pleasant dreams. His most frequent orders are for fruit tarts that increase luck and fortune— sometimes he gets the ones for coming battles, but mostly he gets the ones that are meant to bring luck in matters of the heart. He’s desperately hoping you’ll get the hint soon.

Nik travels vast distances often, and is one of your primary suppliers for ingredients. He’s guilty of regularly offering steep discounts in exchange for kisses (you’ve limited it to just the cheek). He also likes to remind you that you wouldn’t have to compensate him at all if this were more of a family business between you two, yes?

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Walking the Road for Her

Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You can't live without Wanda and you've tried everything else so when Agatha comes knocking on your door you accept immediately, but the teen that's with her...he seems so familiar

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF AGATHA ALL ALONG! Grief/Loss, hallucinations, death/mortality, emotional distress, supernatural elements, implied self-sacrifice, character death, reunion with a deceased loved one

Authors notes: Thank you @scarlethexelove for indulging in my random Wanda thoughts.

When Agatha asked for you to walk the witches road, you didn't hesitate. She was put off by your eagerness, but never told her why you were walking. You kept that part to yourself she didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a reason, and everyone had their secrets, so no one asked, and you weren't about to tell them you wanted, no needed Wanda back.

You would give up anything and everything to have Wanda back. If it meant to team up with Agatha, you would do it.

So you did. You met up with her and put on the cheery smile she hated. You always assumed she hated you for being a younger witch still full of life, but since Wanda died, you felt like you died too. You got along well enough with the others. You knew Jen the best being closer in age, though you didn't care for her products.

The teen seemed eerily familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. Why does he remind you of Wanda of a life you can't seem to remember.

You're overly protective of him. You don't let him have the wine, and when you hallucinate from said wine, you blink, and suddenly, you're looking at Wanda. Back in her early twenties with the eyeliner, ripped stockings, painted nails, and rings on every finger. You cry over it, cupping her face until it turns back to his.

“Are you okay.” He looks at you with concern. You pull away quickly and wipe your eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You quickly run the ingredients back, trying to escape the feelings. You need to stay strong. You need to get Wanda back.

You end up getting through the trail. Not without its costs. Losing Sharon wasn't something you had in mind, but the witches road is treacherous and has no place for mortals. You never should have let Agatha do that, but hindsight and all that. You knew you had to press on and on the road Teen asks,

“Are you sure you're okay? You and Sharon called out for the same person.” You swallow hard.

“Yeah I'm fine. We all had hallucinations about things. I'll be okay.” You tell him and then mumble under your breath, “Not like I don't deal with it every morning...” his head swivels.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Nothing, just mumbling to myself.”

The further you journey, the harder it gets. Sometimes, you want to give up, to give in, and join Wanda another way. But something stops you every time. You almost think you can feel her, feel her all around you. In the trees, the air, the leaves beneath your feet. With a quick turn of your head, you think you so the soft auburn color you miss so much. The road is playing tricks yet keeping you grounded to your goals.

You make it to the end. Finally passed the last trial everyone who had made it. Their prize awaited them. You waited, didn't see her, and then you heard a whisper in Sokovian.

Your name.

You looked around everywhere. “Over here milaya.” You hear her call. You whip around and see her. She doesn't look like the Scarlet Witch anymore. Back before that. Like when you were on the run. You run into her arms without a second thought.

You can't help as you cry. Burying your face in her neck as your body shakes with sobs. Her vanilla scent invades your senses. “Shhhh sweet girl, I've got you.” Wanda holds you close. Your heart feels whole again now that you're back in her arms.

Your sobs turn into sniffles. “I've missed you so much.” You mumble against her. Her nails lightly scratching at your back. Something she's always done to sooth you. Kissing the side of your head and letting her lips linger.

“I know Detka. I'm so sorry. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again.”

You held onto Wanda tight, afraid to let go as if she'd disappear again if you stopped.

Wanda opened her eyes, looking past your shoulder her eyes widened in surprise and then softened as she saw him.

“Bi-Billy?” Wanda's voice shakes slightly. You pull back but not fully letting her go. You follow her gaze that lands on the teen. Your brows furrow before you look back to Wanda.

“Wanda?” You question her.

She lets go of you when Teen responds to the name. He tries to say something, but the sigil protects him. A wave of Wanda's hand changes that. “Billy?” She asks again.

“Yes, that's me.” You're really confused as you see Wanda's red tendrils come out sending red waves through his eyes before disappearing. “M-mom? H-how did you...?”

Billy runs towards Wanda, slamming into her, but she doesn't budge. She holds him tightly in her arms. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know my own son?” Wanda whispers. It's just loud enough for you to hear. Confusion morphs into realization as you look on.

The reason he looked so familiar, the reason he reminded you of her. Of course, it was one of the twins. Sure you hadn't been a part of the hex, but you had seen the recordings of it. Last you had seen the twins, they were 10 inside the hex.

Your heartbeat quickens when you remember what you had seen next as the hex fell the you Wanda had created was destroyed along with the twins. She had held you tightly until you were no more.

It's a shock to see him in the flesh. To understand who he really is. He pulls away from Wanda and turns to you. “Mama?” He's cautious having been giving the memory from Wanda and realizing that you had never got to meet him. Do you even know who he is? Will you accept him as your own?

Your breath catches. It's like waves of memories flood through you as if they had always been there. Everything from the hex coming to life as tears fill your vision and spill over. “Oh my sweet little boy...look at you!” Your arms wrap around him tightly. It had been there, blurry when you thought about it. Of this being your son. “Mama is sorry you had to go through all of this.”

“Mama don't apologize. I'm happy to have you back.” He pulls away slightly keeping an arm around you and opening his other for Wanda. She joins into the hug.

“I'm happy to have both of you back.” You can feel the tears pricking your eyes.

You hug them both tightly. This still left you without one son, but you knew you'd find him. If Billy made it out somehow, then Tommy must be out there, too.

Wanda cups both of your cheeks and looks between you. “Moya lyubov i moy syn (my love and my son).” Tears in her eyes she can't believe she is back and that she had both of you. Her heart is almost complete, but there is still a missing piece to the puzzle.

You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking, “We'll find him, milaya.” She smiles at you, giving a soft peck on your lips.

“We will. Now that I have you two I know we will.”

This was more than you could have asked for at the end of the road.

[gremlingottoosilly]

I'm not sure if my ask has been sent since I had shitty internet; Anyways.. Your Eldritch!Konig and witch!reader has been stuck ohmy head like a loop, UGH their dynamic is literally Dog x Chewtoy <3333 What if witch!reader is ovuating and (Begrudgingly) asks for her big monster to absolutely rock her shit 🥺 ((On a fluffier note: technically as her familiar, would he ever protect her from her enemies//other monsters??))

Familiars are supposed to serve their masters - this is the first line in the magic handbook you read from. The book had nothing on what you can do in case your familiar is a millenia-old monster from the depths of the universe who is a hundred times stronger than any or any witch alive, but you still try to honor that familiar-mistress bond as hard as you can. Besides, Konig was so good lately - only ever fucking up your potions twice last week and only eating one poor suitor who came to buy some of the herbs - that you decided to throw him a bone. Or, well, a pussy. You knew it was way above his melting point already - eldritch beings aren't known for their patience, and you sure as hell that Konig wouldn't really care for your boundaries in case you tried to establish them. Still, it was somewhat good to know that he didn't try to breed you yet - as much as he would lick and suck on your tits or force his tongue inside of your pussy, he never once tried to actually fuck you, with either his cock - if he has one, you aren't entirely sure - or his tentacles. And it drives you crazy. The biological clock is ticking, and sometimes, when you spend the whole day in a murky basement trying to perfect the incantations on the artifact that would take weeks to complete, you just want someone to hold you. To hold you with their strong, muscular hands, claw at your underwear and plop your leaking hole on their monstrous cock, making you take it all until you feel it bruising your womb and filling your life with a new purpose...god, you're desperate. Desperate enough to call in for your familiar, to ask - demand - that he will take you right here, on the same bed that you usually not allow him to lay in. Konig is an eldritch monster, but he can fuck - he pushes his tentacles inside, finding your hole already slick from all of your useless masturbation attempts earlier. Konig is more than happy to fill you up, force you to carry his eggs inside until the remaining magic finally sips into your womb and somehow makes you this much stronger - god, he fucking adores you, silly little human, still thinking you can get powers outside of his reach. At least you're cute, unlike most humans. He can't wait to breed you for days after your ovulation is over - you did ask him to fill you up, didn't you?

[fangirlmermaid]

She's My Witch

Summary: visiting Luke at the lake house, and one of his neighbors isn't quite fond of your witchy ways

Pairing: Luke Hughes x witch!fem!reader

Warning: witchcraft, protective Luke, neighbor being an asshole, celebrating Litha, talking about sex (that's it), lightly proofread, grammar and punctuation mistakes.

Note: Somehow, you convinced Luke to wear a flower crown.

Also, this is super long.

Materialist

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Luke was staring at the driveway through the living room window, waiting for your Uber driver to pull up. Luke wanted to pick you up at the airport, but you said no because you were nervous about his shoulder.

Their neighbor and friend, Jared noticed Luke who looked like a dog waiting for their owner to return. Jared turned his attention back to the video game he was playing with Jack and Quinn.

“What’s he doing?” Jared wondered, and the two brothers rolled their eyes when they glanced at their little brother, “Waiting for his girlfriend,” Jack answered, “He’s been staring at the window since he booked her ticket,” Quinn added.

Luke threw them a fake laugh, “You’re pussy-whipped” Jack chirped. Luke rolled his eyes, fiddling with the lover's tarot card necklace you gave him. The last time you saw Luke was over winter break, and sure, you guys are always FaceTiming each other, but it wasn’t the same.

“So what fun things are you two going to get at?” Jared asked.

Jared's parents' lake house was a few houses down, and they had owned it for a few years. He quickly became friends with the Hughes brothers.

“We’re going to celebrate Litha,” Luke explained with a smile, his eyes still glued to the window. Jared knit his eyebrows “What the fuck is Litha” Jared mumbled to Quinn “It’s a pagan holiday” Quinn explained pausing the game; just in case “Oh…” Jared mumbled, shifting in his spot on the couch.

Quinn and Jack obviously knew you were a witch; again, you’re not hiding it. They don’t care, they only care that you make Luke happy. Over time, Quinn and Jack started to see you as their little sister. You also give them tarot readings when they ask.

Jack and Quinn were glad that Luke was too busy looking for you to hear this bullshit.

“Is that a problem?” Jack asked, his tone becoming dark. “No…” Jared whispered, growing nervous at the older Hughes brothers' deathly glare.

Luke perked up, “She’s here!” He exclaimed, running out the front door. The two brothers gave Jared a warning look before going out the door to greet you.

You grabbed your duffle from the Uber’s trunk when you heard a familiar voice screaming “ANGEL!”, causing a grin to appear on your face. You close the trunk before running towards your boyfriend.

Luke wrapped his good arm around your neck and tucked you into his side. “I’ve missed you so much, pet!” You stated, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist, trying not to touch the sling.

You tug on his shirt, pulling Luke down to your eye level. “My pet!” You squealed, littering his face with kisses. Luke couldn’t help but laugh.

When you finally pulled away, Luke took your bag from you and threw it on his good shoulder. Your eyes widened.

“NO!” you shouted, trying to grab your bag back. “Angel, stop. I got it.” “Did you forget that you’re injured?!” “I’m fine, promise.”

Luke pulled out his puppy eyes and pursed lips, knowing it’s your weakness. “Fine,” you muttered, letting go of the bag. Luke smiled.

You hugged Quinn and Jack when the two of you met them at the door.

When you pulled away, you noticed Jared. You backed into Luke, not liking Jared’s energy. Luke rubbed your back. “Hi,” you gave Jared a small smile, “hi,” Jared muttered.

Luke shot his friend a warning look. Luke guided you into the lake house, telling you the fun activities he had planned for the next two weeks.

Jack and Quinn glared at their friend. “Stop,” Jack warned before heading inside. Jared knit his eyebrows together. “What?” Jared asked, looking at Quinn, who shook his head while heading inside. Jared followed them.

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The next day, Quinn, Jared, and Jack were getting the boat ready.

You sat on the living room floor before the coffee table, doing a tarot reading for yourself. You're not the controlling girlfriend and tell Luke who he can be friends with. Though you couldn’t shake off the energy Jared had when you interacted with him. That’s when you decided to consult the cards. The cards weren’t holding back; she basically told you that he was horrible.

You could live with the fact that Jared doesn’t like you because you are a witch. You’ve gotten used to people not liking you because of your practice. You would’ve put someone like Jared in his place, but he was Luke’s friend, and you wanted a nice visit with your boyfriend.

Luke (who was sitting behind you) was admiring you doing your witchy things. Happy that you were here instead of over the phone.

Jared entered the living room, you still felt the negative energy.

“Whaaaat is happening?” Jared wondered, eyeing the cards in your hand. You set the deck down, “tarot,” you muttered.

Luke noticed the tone in your voice.

“Hocus Pocus?” Jared wondered, eyeing the tarot box, Luke nodded, “Yeah, I got it for her birthday.” Luke smiled, remembering how happy you were when he gave it to you. “How fitting,” Jared grumbled, grabbing the deck and examining them. Luke furrowed his brows. “Dude-” “I can hear the demons,” Jared mocked, holding the deck to his ear.

Luke stood up. “Stop,” Luke warned, snatching the deck out of his hands. “I was kidding,” Jared explained, rolling his eyes. “Is there a reason you're here?” Luke sassed, his eyes throwing daggers at his so-called friend. “Quinn wanted me to tell you that the boat is ready,” Jared explained before heading outside.

Luke handed you back your cards. You quickly cleaned up. “I’m sorry, angel.” “It’s fine, Luke.”

Luke felt anger bubbling in his chest; nothing about that was okay.

Luke helped you up.

“I’m used to this.” “You shouldn’t be. He had no right-” “I love that you care, but I’m fine. It’s just one stupid comment. Just let it go.”

You pulled your best puppy eyes on Luke, “FFFFFine,” Luke grumbled, slumping his shoulder. You smiled, “Thank you, Pet.” You pulled Luke into a lingering kiss.

When you pulled away, Luke placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. As his way of saying that he has your back and he won’t kick Jared’s ass.

Luke took off his Yankees cap and placed it on your head, You smiled happily that he’s letting his curls breathe.

Luke laced your fingers together. “When we get outside, can you put sunscreen on my back?” “Of course, pet.” “Can you put sigils too? I don’t want to get sunburned.” “Of course, pet.” “The last one I had sucked ass” “I know, Pet.”

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You gripped Luke’s hand tightly as you entered Jared’s lake house. You felt the bad energy all around. Luke leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, “What’s wrong?” Luke wondered. You looked at him, not wanting to start anything “Nothing” you told. Luke didn’t buy it he knew you better than you knew yourself, “Promise,” you added, throwing a bright smile.

Before Luke could press, Jared appeared, “Glad you guys can make it.” He smiled at the brothers, completely ignoring your existence. Jared led you guys to the backyard, where you were greeted by Jared’s family and friends. They were all much friendlier than him which made you wonder why they chose to associate with someone who sucks ass.

You and the brothers made your way to the picnic table that was in the shade. You and Luke sat on one side while Quinn and Jack sat on the other side. You all were chatting about random things, Luke placed his hand on your thigh giving it a little squeeze every now and then.

The laughter died down when Jared squeezed between Quinn and Jack. Luke told his older brothers about what happened the other day, and they thought Jared was in the wrong. So they talked to Jared and he ‘apologized’ to you; It was a shitty one and you knew he didn’t mean it but whatever can get you through the next two weeks.

“I’m grabbing a beer,” Jack announced, getting up. Quinn quickly got up, “me too” he muttered, he looked at you and Luke “beer and a white claw?” Quinn wondered, you both nodded. The two older brothers walked towards the cooler that was sitting next to the table that had a variety of fruits.

You didn’t know which was making you more anxious the awkward tension or the hint of rage in Luke’s eyes. You played with Luke’s fingers that rest on your thigh to settle your nerves. Luke gaze softened when he looked at you, he leaned down “I can tell him to leave” Luke murmured his hot breath making you shiver. You didn’t want to cause a scene so you shook your head, Luke placed a kiss on your temple.

Jared rolled his eyes “Are White Claws alright for you, (Y/N)?” Jared asked, you looked at the guy in front of you trying to ignore how he said your name with disgust “White claws are good, thank you” You smiled, Jared nodded “Good. Next time I’ll make sure to have some childrens souls on tap for you. I know witches like that shit” Jared’s voice lace with venom, his eyes throwing daggers at you.

Before you could even laugh it off, Luke already opened his mouth “Knock that shit off” Luke warned, Jared knit his eyebrows together “It was just a joke, lighten up Hughesy” Jared laughed but you both knew he wasn’t kidding. Luke wasn’t having it “It’s not funny” Luke told, you squeezed Luke’s arm to defuse the situation.

Jared stood up, “Clearly you can’t take a joke, so I’m gonna go,” Jared announced before walking towards another group of people.

Jack and Quinn finally came back “Sorry, one of Jared’s cousins was hitting on Quinn” Jack laughed sitting down. Quinn being attentive as he was noticed Luke being off “What?” Quinn wondered placing both yours and Luke’s drink in front of you. Jared’s comment played on a loop in Luke’s mind. “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing, Angel.” “It was just a stupid comment.” “You eating children’s souls, is a stupid comment?” “Yes” Before Jack or Quinn could give their opinion, they were on Luke’s side, and Jared’s dad announced that the food was ready. You sighed not wanting to argue with your boyfriend “Just let it go, okay?” You asked giving him your puppy eyes once again, it took him a minute longer than usual before muttering out “Fine”. You smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

You stood up “I’ll grab your food when I get up there” You explained to your boyfriend, Luke noticed Jared was the last one in line causing his heart to sink a little. “No, I’ll come-” “Don’t be silly. You’re injured”

You kissed the top of his head before heading off. Luke felt like he couldn’t breath, he looked at his brothers “Can you-” “Yeah” Quinn nodded.

Jack and Quinn rushed towards you, ready to defend their sister from any more of Jared’s or anyone else’s comments

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You looked outside and found Quinn and Jack playing basketball with Jared; Luke was sitting on the sideline in a folding Adirondack chair. You noticed the boys who were playing basketball were moving at a sluggish pace after going at it nonstop, so you decided to bring them some sun water to hydrate them and to give them energy.

Luke made Jared apologize again, and it was still unreal, but it’s whatever.

You walked towards the boys, carrying a tray of sun water. The closer you approached them, the bigger your smile grew; you knew Luke and his brothers loved Sun and Moon Water.

“I thought you guys might be thirsty,” you announced. The Hughes brothers cheered and ran towards you. The brothers looked at you with an exciting twinkle in their eyes. “It’s sun water. You guys looked like you needed some energy.” You smiled, presenting the tray to the boys in front of you.

The Hughes brothers were fighting over the glasses as if you didn’t bring out enough for all of them. Luke gave you the toothiest grin. “You’re the best, angel,” Luke mumbled, pecking your cheek. Jack and Quinn mumbled a thank you.

Jared looked at the water with disgust “What the fuck is sun water?” Jared grumbled. You looked at Jared. “Water that has been infused with the sun’s energy. Wanna try some?” You smiled, offering him the last glass. Jared glared at you. “With the sun’s energy,” he mocked, rolling his eyes. You lowered your head, sighing, hoping the guys would let it go, but you forgot that the Hughes brothers are known for their sass and no filter.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Luke spat, glaring at Jared. “She’s just being nice,” Jack sassed. “You could’ve just said no,” Quinn added.

“Guys, you really don't-” but all three guard dogs wouldn’t stop. Luke glared at Jared, the guy he no longer considered his friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Just leave her alone!” Luke yelled, his eyes full of rage.

Jared rolled his eyes. “Whatever, man, let’s go back to playing.” Jared sighed, Luke shook his head “No, I don’t hang out with guys who are comeplete dicks to my girlfriend” Luke stated. You stood there feeling like your body was on fire from watching Luke defend you.

Luke faced you. “Come on, angel,” Luke mumbled snapping you out of your trance. Luke sent Jared one more glare before ushering you back inside.

Once inside the kitchen, you glanced up at Luke. “You didn’t need to do that, pet.” You reassured, placing the tray down, Luke shook his head, “Yes, I did, angel.” Luke told you, and you shook your head. 'He’s your friend-” “He’s not my friend. No one who disrespects my girl is my friend,” Luke stated, making your heart flutter.

You couldn’t deny it, you loved sweet and gentle Luke, but something about Angry and protective Luke made your knees grow weak.

You placed a chaste kiss on Luke’s cheek. “Thank you, though. It was hot watching you defend me” You grinned at Luke who was blushing “You know I’ll always defend you, angel” Luke reassures, causing your heart to skip a beat. You pulled in a passionate kiss.

You pulled away, Luke chased your lips. “Seriously, pet. It was hot. If you weren’t injured I would take you right here” You smirked, Luke threw his head back “Don’t remind me!” he whined causing you to laugh.

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Jared entered the kitchen, grabbing his video game he had left there where he found Luke packing food in a picnic basket. Luke was wearing a baby blue button-down, khakis, and his beat-up Air Force sneakers. What got Jared’s attention was what Luke was wearing on his head. All he saw were roses, daisies, and elderflower wrapped around Luke’s head.

“What the hell is on your head?” 

“Flower crown,” Luke sharply answered, ignoring his once-friend’s glare. “Oh, for Litha,” Jared muttered, sipping water.

Luke felt his blood start to boil, remembering all those stupid remarks Jared had been making about you just because you are on a different spiritual path than he was.

“So where is…she?”

Luke’s grip tightened around the apple in his hand, almost crushing it. Luke was disgusted that Jared made it sound like you were just some girl who belonged in the gutter.

But you weren’t just some girl. You were his girl. His heart. His future wife. His Angel.

“Running some errands,” Luke muttered, placing the damaged fruit into the basket.

Luke tried to let it go for you, he really did. Then Jared opened his stupid mouth again.

“She should be burned just like the rest of them.” 

Luke wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be an inside thought for Jared, but Luke didn’t care. 

All Luke saw was red.

Luke grabbed Jared by his shirt and slammed him into a wall. Jared's eyes widened, completely shocked at the youngest Hughes boy's action. 

Honestly, how did Jared think he was going to react?

“Watch your fucking mouth” Luke warned, his grip tightening.

“Luke,” Jared’s voice wavered. 

“You can’t come into my home and shit on my girlfriend” 

“But she’s a witch,”

“She’s my Witch” 

Jared’s voice got caught in his throat. “If I ever catch you saying that shit about her- I don’t care about my shoulder- I will hunt you down” Luke warned, watching Jared grow pale with glee. 

Luke wished his shoulder would magically heal so he would have a free hand to beat the shit out of this guy.

Luke shoved Jared in the direction of the front door. “Get out and stay out!” Luke shouted, pointing towards the door.

Quinn and Jack entered the kitchen, the laughing died down when they felt the tension. 

Jared slammed the door on his way out.

“Lukey?” Quinn called

Luke faced his brothers. “He’s not welcome here”, Luke gritted through his teeth, passing by his brothers and heading towards his room.

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You felt the negative energy when you entered the house. Your heart raced at the thought that Luke wasn’t safe.

As if he felt your distress, he came jogging towards you and pulled you into a bear hug. He rocked you side to side. “Hi,” you giggled, rubbing his back. “Hi,” Luke mumbled, pressing a soft kiss into your temple.

“You okay?” you wondered, pulling away to study his face. Luke nodded, he was feeling more at ease since Jared.  

“Yeah, just missed you.”  

“I’ve only been gone for forty minutes.”

“That was forty minutes too long.”

“Sorry, apparently every store I went to was out of roses.”

Luke gave you a soft smile. “You sure you’re okay?” You wondered, gazing into his heart eyes. “Yeah. I-I just really, really love you, angel.” Luke stated gently, his eyes looking at you head to toe as if his brain bank could forget every feature of you. Luke’s smile widened when you saw you wearing his favorite baby blue sun dress.

When you added the roses to your crown, Luke wrapped his strong arm around you, placed loving small kisses on any part of your skin he could get access to. Inbetween each kiss Luke would mumble I love you like a mantra.

When you finished, you presented your flower crown to Luke giving him a bright smile “beautiful just like you” Luke smiled before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours pouring all his love and devotion into it.

When he pulled away he took the flower crown out of your hands and placed it on your head, “I love you so much, angel. I promise that no one is going to be rude to you ever. Not while I’m here” Luke proclaimed. You felt your heart swell “Aw, pet.” you smiled.

Then your brain started to put pieces together.

Luke saying that

Negative energy

Your smile fell “Did he say something else?” you wondered, you could see the gears turning in Luke’s head(trying to decide whether or not to tell you). Luke nodded “But don’t worry about him, angel. He’s never coming back” Luke reassured with smile. You felt guilt weigh on your heart “Pet, you didn’t have to do that. He was your friend” You assured, Luke cupped your cheek shushing you. Luke gazed deeply into your eyes, you melt into his touch “Angel, I don’t care if I stop talking to all of my friends. You are the only person that matters to me” Luke stated, you smiled.

Luke placed a kiss on your forehead “Angel, I love your witchy ways. It what makes you-you. And I love you…I love you so fucking much” Luke smiled. Your heart could burst from all your love for Luke “I love you so fucking much pet” you reminded pulling him into a passionate kiss.

There was never a doubt in your mind that Luke was your forever person. He is your soulmate in this life and every life after that. The two of you were bound to each other, like the moon is to the tides. 

Luke pulled away. “You ready?” Luke smiled, picking up the picnic basket, You picked up the blanket “Yes,” You smiled. The two of you headed into the woods, ready to celebrate Litha with the man you were madly in love with.

[itwillbethescarletwitch]

What The Fire Witheld

Bob Reynolds x Fem!Witch!Reader, Thunderbolts* x Fem!Witch!Reader

Slow Burnish?

I don’t know how many words but it’s a lot.

The city hums under me like it’s alive.

It’s 7:23 a.m. on a Friday, and I’m standing barefoot on the rooftop of Thunderbolts Tower with a cup of lukewarm coffee and a migraine that started sometime around 3 a.m. The sunrise isn’t dramatic — it’s pale and ghosting through cloud streaks, like it’s unsure if today’s even worth showing up for.

I’ve got a wool blanket around my shoulders, one that Yelena stole from a five-star hotel in Switzerland. Still smells like lemon detergent and guilt.

My fingers trace sigils against the concrete railing. Just muscle memory. Comfort. Like a pianist playing keys they forgot they knew.

Somewhere below, I can hear Ava arguing with her toaster again. Something about quantum energy short-circuiting the coils.

Again.

She says it like the appliance betrayed her personally.

Inside the tower, the place is barely waking up. The fridge hums. A shower squeals on the third floor — probably John. He plays war podcasts at full volume while he scrubs blood off his tactical gear like he’s in therapy.

The sky’s buzzing.

Not physically, not audibly, but in that way I can feel in the marrow of my spine. Something’s shifting. A crack in the weave. An old energy breathing beneath the static of the world.

And I’m too tired to care today.

Footsteps behind me.

Thick boots. Casual pace. Weapon holstered but not relaxed. I don’t have to turn to know.

“Yelena,” I say, still watching the clouds.

She slides up beside me and leans on the railing with a sigh, holding an open container of Greek yogurt in one hand and her phone in the other. “This is what you do before breakfast? Stare at weather?”

“I like to see what’s coming before it hits us.”

She glances up, skeptical. “Sky say anything interesting?”

“Not yet.”

“Damn. I was hoping for gossip.”

She scrolls on her phone a bit, flicking her thumb with unbothered speed. I catch a glimpse of her feed. TikTok. Mostly black cat videos, people falling during obstacle courses, and one suspiciously well-edited thirst trap of Bob Reynolds lifting a Jeep.

“That one’s yours,” she says, nudging the screen toward me.

My throat tightens.

“You’ve got a problem,” I mutter, trying not to look.

“He’s got a jawline that could cut glass and arms like Greek mythology. Sue me.”

I shrug deeper into my blanket. “He doesn’t even look at me.”

Yelena gives me a side glance. “That’s the only reason it’s not a problem.”

Then she smirks. That kind of lazy, dangerous smirk she usually reserves for enemy interrogations and social sabotage.

“But he does look at you,” she adds casually, licking yogurt off her spoon.

I hate that I blush.

“He’s unstable,” I say. “Dangerous. Unpredictable.”

“So are you,” she says without hesitation. “But you don’t see him running.”

I don’t reply. The sky starts to glow a little warmer. Peach gold filtering over glass and steel.

Yelena taps her phone again. “Anyway. He thinks you’re beautiful.”

I look at her sharply.

She doesn’t look back. Just flicks to the next cat video.

The Briefing Room — 11:00 A.M.

By the time we’re all seated around the mission table, it smells like someone spilled burnt coffee on a rubber mat and tried to cover it up with vanilla air freshener. Yelena’s in the corner slouched in a beanbag chair she stole from a tech startup. Ava’s half-phased into the floor, like she’s trying to disappear through osmosis.

John’s pacing.

Bob is standing by the window again, arms folded. Silent. Staring out like the city might collapse if he blinks.

“Intel confirms the Prague facility went dark forty-eight hours ago,” John’s saying, snapping the remote across the screen. “Energy spikes matched Stark-grade tech fused with quantum-layer materials. Possible sabotage.”

Ava raises her hand halfway. “Or possible science experiment that cracked reality.”

“Even better,” I mutter.

Bob hasn’t moved.

I can feel him, though. His energy isn’t heat or light—it’s pressure. Like gravity but sideways. Like the universe leaning in.

I wonder if he hears me think about him.

I wonder if he thinks about me.

Bucky’s leaning against the back wall like he’s been there the whole time—half in the shadow, gloved hand flicking a knife between his fingers without looking down.

He hasn’t said a word since we started.

But when I shift in my seat, I feel it—his gaze, just a flicker, catching me like a tripwire.

“You’re not telling us everything,” he says suddenly.

Walker looks up, clearly annoyed. “You wanna run the briefing, Barnes?”

Bucky doesn’t move. “No. I just want the truth. This isn’t just a power spike in Prague. These readings are off the scale.”

Everyone glances toward the display again. Ava narrows her eyes, phasing her hand through the edge of the table like she’s testing its molecular loyalty.

“It’s not natural tech,” I murmur. “It’s been… tempered. It’s vibrating wrong.”

“Wrong how?” Bucky asks, still watching me.

My fingers twitch, magic itching at my skin like it’s trying to crawl out. I meet his eyes. Steel blue. Calm, but not cold. He’s worried. And not for the first time.

“Like someone tried to blend arcane resonance with vibranium pulse patterns,” I say softly. “It’s unstable. It’s sick.”

Yelena leans back, balancing her chair dangerously. “Great. I love when missions sound like cursed IKEA furniture.”

I glance over at Bob—still by the window, still a statue. He hasn’t spoken once. But when I talk about the arcane resonance, his jaw ticks, barely.

He knows something.

And I know he knows I know.

“Y/N and I will handle the secondary perimeter,” Bob says suddenly.

It’s the first time he’s spoken all morning.

Every head turns toward him. Bucky raises an eyebrow. Ava stops mid-phase.

Even Yelena looks up from her phone.

I freeze. “Wait, we—”

“You’re the only one who can read the magic,” Bob says, calm but not casual. “And I’m the only one who can survive it if it goes wrong.”

That silence? It comes back. Loud and hot in my ears.

Bucky watches me. He sees it—whatever’s happening between me and Bob. And for a second, I think he might say something. Call it out. Rip it into the open.

But he just says, “Fine. But if either of you go off-book, I’ll know.”

He doesn’t say I’ll stop you. He doesn’t have to.

-Prague

The rusted stairwell groans beneath our weight.

Every step down into the sublevels feels like a choice we’ll regret.

Ava’s already phasing through the floor ahead, scouting. Yelena’s muttering curses in Russian behind me, blades strapped across her chest like jewelry. John’s loading his sidearm. Bucky’s silent, his hand resting on the strap of his rifle like it’s a habit, not a weapon.

And then there’s Bob.

He walks beside me—close but not touching. He always walks like that. Like he wants to reach out but is afraid he’ll burn me if he does. His eyes flick toward me every few seconds, worried. Gentle. Unspoken things pulsing behind the gold.

“You’re glowing again,” I murmur under my breath, trying to lighten the air.

He blinks. “I’m not—” he looks down at his hands. A faint golden shimmer slips between his knuckles. “Damn.”

I laugh, just a little. “It’s cute.”

His breath catches.

And then we reach the door.

Massive. Steel. Ancient runes scorched into its frame.

The air shifts. My magic flares in my chest—warning, warning, danger.

I raise a hand. My fingers tremble before they even touch the sigils.

“Let me do this alone,” I say, half-turning to the team. “It’s unstable. Whatever’s behind this door isn’t just tech. It’s cursed, maybe alive.”

Bob steps forward instantly. “No.”

“Bob—”

“I’m going in with you.”

I want to argue. I want to tell him I’ve handled worse. But something in his voice—his eyes—makes me pause.

He looks like he’s already lost me.

So I nod.

And we go in.

The door groans open with a hiss of old pressure. Cold air spills out like a warning.

The chamber is circular. Ancient and modern tech fused together in a horrifying knot. Vibranium conduits snake through black-stone pillars. Arcane circuits glow in red pulses. And at the center—a reactor pulsing like a heart, veins of magic crackling out from its core.

I can feel the spells embedded in the walls. Old. Angry. Fractured.

“This thing is alive,” I breathe. “And it’s hurting.”

Bob says nothing, but I feel his heat flare.

The others keep their distance at the doorway. Yelena’s eyes scan every inch. John’s got his hand on the radio. Bucky watches me like he already knows what’s coming.

I step toward the reactor.

My magic seeps out, threads of glowing sigils unfurling from my skin. I whisper in Old Tongue. The system pulses in answer.

And then—

a sound.

click.

Barely audible. Like a bone snapping in the dark.

“Wait—” I whisper. “That rune’s not stabilizing—”

It lights up.

Red.

And then time shatters.

The first sign is silence. Not quiet—the absence of all sound.

Then—

Light.

A wall of gold and fire and crimson explodes outward.

But to me, it all unfolds in slow motion.

My ears ring violently, but my mind is crystal clear—because fear has frozen me inside my own body.

I see the wave coming.

I see Ava screaming my name.

I see Yelena sprinting forward.

I see Bucky’s mouth move—“GET DOWN!”

But it’s too late.

The world breaks.

The reactor ruptures, and I’m thrown backward—but not before the pain starts.

I see it—

The shrapnel ripping toward me.

A shard of jagged pipe spears through my side.

Metal fragments slice across my thigh.

A beam of burning rebar slams into my shoulder, and something cracks.

I can feel my ribs shatter, one by one.

And then—

Something pierces straight through my stomach.

My back hits the wall with a scream I don’t realize I’m making.

I fall—hard. My body hits the tile, blood gushing out, pooling fast.

The breath is knocked from me. And when I try to inhale, I feel wetness flood my lungs.

I taste iron.

Everything is distant. Blurry.

But I see him.

Bob.

He’s running to me, sprinting, the golden light exploding off of him in waves of power. His eyes are pure light. The air warps around him. Every step cracks the ground beneath him.

He drops to his knees beside me like the world is ending.

Because maybe for him—it just did.

“No. No no no no—no. Y/N—Y/N—LOOK at me—”

He gathers me in his arms, cradling me so gently it almost hurts. The heat of him is blinding, but it doesn’t burn. I feel his chest rise in ragged, panicked gasps.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Just—just stay with me. Please.”

Blood runs down his hands. Onto his knees. The floor is red beneath us.

He presses his glowing palm to my wound—and it sears. I scream.

“Don’t—don’t move, I’m trying—I’m trying to help—”

But my eyes are closing.

“Don’t you—don’t you dare—don’t leave me.”

He’s glowing too bright. The golden light is ripping out of him like he’s breaking apart from the inside. Cracks of white-hot power shatter across his skin. His voice is shaking. His eyes are tears and fire.

Yelena’s behind him, crying—furious and helpless.

Bucky’s trying to reach me but he stops—because even he can’t get near Bob now.

The whole room is collapsing around us, but I only feel him.

I press my hand—shaking, blood-soaked—to his cheek.

“Bob,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” he breathes, broken. “Not if I lose you.”

Everything goes black.

Then something tries to drag me back.

There’s no sound. Only pressure — like drowning under warm, golden waves. I feel it in my chest first, a surge that burns behind my ribs. I think I scream, but I can’t hear it.

I surface for half a second—

And Bob is still holding me.

I’m on the floor. Or maybe I’m not. It’s hard to tell with the way the world is sliding. But his arms are around me, my body limp against him, and he’s glowing like a broken sun — like whatever’s inside him is spilling out and he can’t stop it.

My head rolls against his shoulder. His hand is cradling the back of my neck.

He’s whispering. Over and over. I can’t catch every word.

“Please. Stay. Please. I can’t—I can’t—not you.”

-on the quinjet

I’m weightless.

No—I’m strapped down. I’m on something. There’s vibration beneath me. A jet.

There’s a needle in my neck. My chest feels like it’s been torn open and stitched shut with fire.

I try to open my eyes. I can’t. My lashes are crusted with something. Blood?

A voice.

Bob.

Panicked. Low.

He’s arguing with someone. No, begging.

“You don’t understand—she stopped breathing. She was gone. You can’t keep me away from her.”

“Bob, she needs surgery. If you overload again, you’ll fry the entire med bay.” That’s Bucky. Measured. Calm. But tight with tension.

“Then don’t touch her. I’ll do it. Just—just don’t take her away from me.”

He’s scared.

The air crackles with his light. It buzzes like static between my bones. I try to speak—to tell him I’m okay, to touch his hand—but nothing moves. Not my lips. Not my fingers.

I slip again.

-at the tower

it’s Cold.

So cold.

The light above me flickers in pulses. My vision stutters. White walls. White sheets. A monitor beeping in the distance. Something breathes for me. A tube? My chest is heavy. There’s pressure on my side—bandages. Stitches.

Voices. Muffled. As if underwater.

I feel hands again.

His hands.

Bob is beside me, fingers curled into mine like a lifeline.

His forehead rests against the mattress, pressed to the edge of the bed like prayer. His other hand is on my chest, right above where my ribs shattered, glowing faintly — not healing, just being there.

Like if he leaves, I’ll slip away again.

And maybe I will.

I feel his light pulse against me in waves. Not strong this time. Soft. Frayed.

“You died,” he whispers.

“I—I felt it. Your heart stopped. You looked at me… and you were gone.”

His voice breaks.

“I would’ve torn the whole world down if you didn’t come back.”

His words sound muffled, my brain hazy, It’s hard to keep my eyes open. I want to fight it but I can’t. I let the darkness consume me.

-2 days later

Light.

It’s too bright.

And too quiet.

The kind of quiet that means something bad happened.

I blink, once. My eyes burn. My throat is dry like someone dragged sandpaper through it. There’s something in my arm — an IV? Monitors beep soft rhythms. My whole body feels… wrong. Heavy. Bandaged. Broken.

Alive.

I’m still alive.

The air stutters in my lungs, jagged and slow. A fractured inhale. My ribs scream. I try to speak, but it’s a rasp.

Someone moves.

A chair scrapes back fast. A metal cup clatters to the floor.

“Y/N?”

Bob.

He’s right there.

He was sitting beside the bed — slumped forward in a plastic chair — but now he’s at my side, crouching low, eyes wide and shining. His hands hover over me like he’s afraid I’ll shatter again.

I try to say his name. My lips barely move.

He sees it anyway.

“You’re awake,” he breathes, voice cracked and ragged like he hasn’t slept in days.

His hands finally touch me — one over mine, the other on my forehead, soft and shaking. He doesn’t glow. He doesn’t burn. He’s just warm.

“I thought—” His throat tightens. “I thought I lost you.”

I want to say you didn’t. I want to say I’m here. But my eyes close again just from trying.

He doesn’t move. He just stays, forehead against mine, fingers gently tangled with mine.

Then the door hisses open.

And suddenly, everyone is there.

Bucky enters first. Quiet. Watchful. Like he’s checking for a threat no one else sees. He stays back, arms crossed, but his eyes never leave me.

Yelena’s next — and she gasps. Audibly.

“Oh my god—” She runs to the edge of the bed. “You’re up? You’re up!”

She grabs my wrist like she needs proof I’m real. “You scared the shit out of us.”

Behind her, Ava and John come in. John’s standing too stiff. Ava looks like she’s been crying — but would punch anyone who pointed it out.

Bob slowly stands and steps back to give them space. I miss his hand immediately.

John’s the first to talk.

“About time,” he grunts, arms folded. “Who the hell’s gonna make my dinner now?”

Ava smacks his arm.

“What?” he shrugs. “She’s the only one who knows how to cook chicken without giving everyone salmonella.”

My lips twitch. A half-smile. A breath of a laugh I don’t have the strength for. That’s enough for John — his posture softens, and he looks away like he didn’t mean to care that much.

Bucky clears his throat. Walks over. Stops near my feet.

“You scared me, kid,” he says simply.

I blink slowly.

“You remind me of someone,” he adds. “Someone I used to protect. You get under people’s skin before they realize you’re already in their life. Just—don’t do that again, alright?”

I nod once. His eyes soften. Then he steps back.

Ava leans closer now. Her face is unreadable, but her fingers brush the corner of the blanket, just enough to straighten it.

“You should’ve phased out,” she says quietly. “Could’ve saved yourself.”

Her voice cracks. “But you saved me. You saved all of us.”

She doesn’t wait for a response. She just squeezes my arm, once, and steps away, eyes shining.

Then Yelena shifts.

“I want a minute,” she says, voice hard. “Alone.”

Everyone pauses. Bob doesn’t move.

“Bob,” she says again. “She’s alive. Just give me a second.”

His jaw flexes. He doesn’t want to leave.

But he does. One last glance — and then he’s gone.

The door closes.

She stares at me for a moment. Breathing heavy. Frozen.

And then — she breaks.

“I told myself I wasn’t gonna do this again,” she whispers. Her accent thickens with grief. “Not after losing Natasha. Twice.”

She kneels beside the bed. Hands trembling.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t get close to anyone. Not like that. Not like sisters.”

She laughs — bitter, cracked.

“But then you—”

She breaks again. Head on the mattress beside me. Her hand covers mine.

“You made it impossible. You stupid, loud, powerful witch. You brought me back. You made me feel like I had a family again. And when you didn’t wake up—”

Her shoulders shake.

“I thought I lost you. And I couldn’t breathe.”

I squeeze her hand.

Barely.

But enough.

She gasps and lifts her head. “You’re really here?”

My lips part. Still weak. Still raw.

But the word comes.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

She lets out a laugh and a sob in the same breath. “Don’t do that again.”

“Try not to,” I rasp.

-Later that night

The lights are dim. The others have gone to sleep or left for air. It’s quiet again.

The door creaks open.

Bob steps in.

Not glowing. Just Bob.

He walks slowly to the side of the bed. Folds himself back into the chair. He stares at my hand.

“I almost lost it,” he says quietly. “When your heart stopped. I didn’t know I could feel that kind of pain and still exist.”

I stay silent. Let him speak.

“I wanted to burn everything down. I almost did.”

He finally meets my eyes. His voice goes soft — cracked.

“You make me feel… human. And that terrifies me.”

My breath catches.

His fingers brush mine.

“I’m not good at this,” he says, barely above a whisper. “But I need you to know. Before I lose the chance again.”

He leans closer.

“I care about you. More than I should. More than I know what to do with.”

Silence.

Just our breath. The slow rhythm of the machines. His hand over mine.

“I care too,” I whisper.

His eyes flutter shut. Like hearing it hurts in the best way.

“Okay,” he says.

Just that.

But it’s enough.