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Illness won't stop love (Cured!King Baldwin IV x Witch!Female!Reader) (Part 2)

a/n: here is the part 2 that everyone wanted. I need a taglist maybe but lemme know if I should make a taglist and what/who for.

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Warning: art on deviant art, fluff, ooc?, plot twist?!

Many noticed that the king was often pacing and in a rush. The second he could he gathered all the greatest men to find the witch that cured him of his leprosy.

Many of his servants and staff were surprised about the fact that their leper king was no longer ill. Many rejoiced and many felt envy and malice but in Baldwin's mind he couldn't care less. His mind often wandered to the witch, unexpected yet he took joy in the fact that he now has feelings in his body, he can be normal, and he looks just like he used to when he was a young boy (if not older).

But even then his mind was all on the woman that cured him. How could it be possible? Who was this lady shrouded in mystery? Why would she cure him? So many questions yet little to answer.

He had been keeping note of everything of the past few days.

Gifts, notes, and odd items would show up next to his bed every morning. At first he thought it was his sisters doing but as he read the notes and letters left for him, he saw odd symbols, words, dialects he was unfamiliar with. As more gifts and items showed up he became suspicious.

He began to think it was the witches doing. He decided that he was going to catch who it was tonight!

As he neared his quarters, a candle slightly covered by his hand, the door to his bedroom creaked open as he slowly stepped inside and softly shut the door behind him.

He decided he was going to stay posted by his cracked open door, whoever was leaving the gifts

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After about 30 minutes of waiting, Baldwin heard quiet and soft footsteps approaching the door and stopping in front of it. His breath hitches as he was prepared to stand up from his sitting position and catch the person.

As he used the wall to stand, he calmly pushed the doors open as he stepped out into the hall and caught the person red handed.

He heard a female gasp and the smaller cloaked figure stumbles back in surprise. He looked down at them and spoke in a soft and calm voice "Ah, so you are the one leaving me gifts....are you courting me?".

The female looked around and tried to sprint away but he quickly grabbed them and tried to stop her, stepping in front of her preventing her from dashing away immediately.

"I just wish to know your identity.." He carefully reached his healed yet scarred hand up and carefully lowered the hood of the cloak, blue eyes widening as he saw the very woman that managed to cure him of his worst ailment.

He gently brushed her H/C behind her ears and smiled softly. "Never have I imagined myself being able to love another...I feared that I would kill them...but you cured me and made that possible.". He gently grasped her hand close "Would you allow me to share my heart with you, my lady?".

Suddenly, Baldwin leaned in and gently yet passionately kissed the witch, making her eyes widen before she melted into the kiss. What were once his cracked and splitting lips, were now silky smooth and soft, making the woman's heart flutter and he gently held her hips.

He prayed that you would join him in his Kingdom of Heaven.

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My Future Haunts Me - Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader

Title: My Future Haunts Me

Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader

Additional Characters: Oberyn (Mentioned), Ser Gregor (Mentioned), The Mountain (Mentioned), Tyrion's father (Mentioned), Shae (Mentioned), Cersei (Mentioned), Joffrey (Mentioned), and Jaime (Mentioned)

WC: 2,582

Warnings: GOT canon violence mentioned, banter, death mentioned, GOT stuff in general mentioned, friends to ???, angst, and light fluff

The cell Tyrion was stuck in was cold, and the bits of sunlight shining through the small, high-up windows did hardly anything to warm it up. The walls were dirty gray stone, covered with stains and dirt from who knows how long ago. There wasn’t even any furniture or other decorations in the cell. Only a simple wooden bed for him to rest and sit upon. It had been so long since Tyrion had watched Oberyn's duel with Ser Gregor and then his untimely death by The Mountain. Tyrion was horrified, his fate had been sealed. He was going to die.

The sun was setting in the sky, the cell darkening further, the air chilling. Shadows surrounded the youngest Lannister sibling as he sat on the uncomfortable wooden slab, trying not to shiver in anticipation of the cold that would soon come when the night arrived. His hands were clasped tightly together, fingers rubbing against each other in an attempt to keep himself warm. His lips were chapped, and his eyes and throat dry. It was quiet, aside from the voices he could hear in the far distance. A breeze of crisp air blew past him, making goosebumps appear along his skin, making him rub his arms and shiver once more.

"Cold?" A voice asked, making Tyrion snap his gaze around the room. His eyes landed in the dark corner of his large cell. Squinting his eyes, he could hardly make out the figure; he didn't have to look for too long though. Stepping out of the shadows, covered in a black cloak, hood raised, Tyrion could faintly make out the face underneath the hood, but couldn't see much more than that due to the darkness of the cell. "What have you gotten into this time?" At the sound of the person's voice again, Tyrion let out a sigh, casting his gaze to the side. 

He knew that voice.

"Come here to mock me, have you?" Tyrion asked as he turned his head back over in their direction, a deep frown on his face as he spoke.

"Really now? After all these years..? Tyrion, do you really think so low of me?" You asked, sounding amused as you stepped closer, stopping to lean against the large wooden pillar in the middle of the cell. Pulling down your hood, you crossed your arms, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face as you peered at the young Lannister. 

Tyrion had known you for a couple of years, meeting you once when he was at a celebration in Joffrey's honor. He had noticed you, standing in the corner, eyes wandering the room until they met his. He was slightly taken aback, your eyes were piercing, like daggers, sharp and intelligent.

Despite the intimidating appearance, you seemed friendly enough. You even smiled at him, and he felt his chest tighten at the sight. That moment, however brief it might've been, changed Tyrion's life. In fact, you made it impossible for him to forget you. Throughout the years, you and Tyrion had grown close, exchanging pleasantries when passing, and even conversing on certain topics a handful of times. 

However, there was this sort of odd feeling Tyrion always got when around you. And it wasn't long until he figured out why he was feeling that way. To say it simply, you were a witch. Your magic and power were well-known to most people that you had encountered. And you were feared by many who fell victim to your wicked-witch ways. But to those you did not know, they simply thought of you as just a regular human being. But you were so much more. Your powers were not just any ordinary spell or hexes; they were something else entirely, something special. And Tyrion was fascinated with it and by you.

Though, it was not always easy. You and Tyrion had many different views on many different things which led to you both not agreeing and verbally fighting with one another most of the time you interacted. One thing was for sure, you were both stubborn, and most fights led to you disappearing or Tyrion leaving the room entirely. 

He sat, unmoving, with still the same frown on his face and hesitance in his green eyes as he stared at you. "If there is one thing that I do know," He started, shifting slightly in his seat, "Is that you are not to be trusted."

Sputtering a laugh, you rolled your eyes, "Not to be trusted?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the man, "So I've played a few tricks on a few... Let's say, hardly innocent bystanders... It was purely harmless." You said, shrugging your shoulders innocently.

Tyrion huffed, "A few too many, I say," He retorted, glaring at you for being so dismissive, "Some of those who had been foolishly tricked by you, should not have had it done to them in the first place." The younger Lannister scowled, "You can't just turn people into puppets like that, not even for amusement."

"Amusement?" You repeated incredulously, letting out a little snort, "Oh, please. You know that they deserved it. I may be a witch, living a life led by darkness, but I know who is worthy enough for my tricks. In all honesty, Tyrion, dear, I’m doing this world good."

"Good? Is that truly why you did it?" Tyrion asked, looking up at you, "To punish Cersei with one of your tricks?" Tyrion asked, shaking his head, "You could have gotten hurt." He muttered under his breath, though you heard him.

"I can defend and take care of myself, Tyrion. You of all people know that of me." You responded matter-of-factly.

Tyrion sighed softly, nodding slightly. "I do not doubt that you are capable of taking care of yourself." He said, "It’s just-" He paused, trailing off. He took a deep breath in and out, closing his eyes briefly, and shaking his head once more. You hummed, looking around the cell. It was quiet before Tyrion spoke up once more, "Why have you come here?"

Your expression softened a bit, your gaze flickering over towards him and staying for a second before returning to where your feet rested against the floor. "I have come to see you, of course." You answered simply. Tyrion opened his eyes to look at you once more, and he was surprised to see the slight smile that graced your features. "I have heard about your young nephew's death. I know that you have been accused of it. Poison. I know that you have done no such thing..." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, and Tyrion continued to stare at you as you trailed off. 

You did have a secret, you cared for Tyrion deeply. It was hard to ignore the feelings you felt towards him, even when you had tried. Ever since that celebration, your eyes locked on his... You were drawn to him, you were captivated by the sight of him. It scared you. You never wanted anyone to get close to you... Even if they were Tyrion Lannister. So you kept your distance, not wanting him to see how much he affected you, how much he meant to you. How much it hurt to lose him. This resulted in many arguments in addition to your other fights. 

But you loved him. You knew it was true. And after you heard that he was going to die, after everything... You had to save him. You could not and would not let him die. You would do everything in your power to save his life.

"Why?" Tyrion's voice was soft, but firm, "Why have you come to see me?"

Letting out a sigh, you answered, "Whether you agree with me or not, I like to believe that we are friends. Even though we may not always see eye to eye on certain topics and issues... I still care... If something were ever to happen to you..." You trailed off and looked away from Tyrion. "I needed to see you. Even though I wish it was under different circumstances." Your voice was small as your words ended, glancing at him. Clearing your throat, you pushed off the wooden pillar, pushing past your nerves to look at him, "I have come to help you. To warn you. This whole world is going to hell." You warned him, "You need to know that your brother Jaime will be coming here soon. In the darkest of the night, he will arrive to help you escape." You spoke with a tone that told the younger Lannister that you were absolutely serious about what you were saying, you were not fooling around.

Tyrion's eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth twisted, "Jaime will come to my aid?" He asked, his brow lowering slightly.

You nodded, "Yes, but I must tell you that the events that follow will not be pleasant." Taking another step towards him, you bent down beside him, looking up at him as he stared down at you, "I can get you out of here, I can send you to Pentos or anywhere else that is safe that you wish to be. But I have seen the future, going with your brother will lead to disastrous doom for all those involved." He was silent as you continued, almost frantic but staying calm, "I know that I can not force you to come with me, nor can I make you not do whatever you choose. I only ask that you trust me. Please." You raised your hand to cover one of his.

At the contact, Tyrion’s green eyes widened ever so slightly as his gaze moved to your hand holding his, and back at you. Staring into your eyes, seeing the desperation and fear that you hid within. You had never seemed more sincere in your plea than you did right now. You were worried for Tyrion. You were worried about his safety. Why him? Why did you seem to care about him out of all people? His insecurities were murmuring in the back of his mind, it was hard to ignore it. "Tell me what will happen." He eventually spoke, his voice soft.

"I do not think I can tell you... But I can show you." And with that, he nodded. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes, dropping your head briefly, "Are you certain you want to see it? I... I do not believe that you will like it... I know for sure that you will hate it... Despise it... And therefore, despise me." You mumbled as you lifted your head back up. "I do not blame you if you do not go with me."

Tyrion remained quiet, mulling over your suggestion for a moment. He knew that, whether he liked it or not, you were right. He was going to hate whatever he was going to see. "I could not ever despise you." He assured you, his free hand covering yours in his, "But I must see what is to happen." He added.

Nodding your head slowly, you squeezed his hand gently, "If you insist." With his hand still in yours, you shut your eyes. Hesitantly, you connected your mind with his, and Tyrion watched as images flashed through his mind. Shae, his father, their deaths... Arriving in Pentos, drinking, depression clouding and swirling in his mind... Then darkness.

He opened his eyes, wide and stinging with tears; but he would not let them fall. You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit light-headed, as you felt his hand drop from yours. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was staring down at you with a shocked expression. "I am sorry," You whispered, not really knowing what else to say. "I... I did not mean for any of this to happen... I only wished to warn you." 

He shook his head quickly, "It... I... No... No! That is not true!" His voice was filled with dread. You swallowed thickly, your heart clenching painfully in your chest at the agony that sounded in his voice.

"Everything that you have seen in your mind will occur if you follow him." You said, trying your best not to let your voice waver as you watched him grab at his hair and give it a forceful tug.

"And if I choose to go with you?" Tyrion questioned quickly, "How can I know that anything you show me is real? How can I trust that all that you have shown me is not one of your tricks?"

You frowned. "I do not think there is anything that I can do..." You spoke, defeated, as you reached for him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Tyrion stared at you with wide eyes, then lowered his gaze. "Do you not trust me?"

"Of course not. I should know better than to trust a witch." He murmured, and you dropped your hand as you straightened up again, staring off up at the window.

Shaking your head, you pulled your hood up over you; feeling foolish, "I would not lie to you. It is all true. What I have shown you will happen if you follow your brother, whether you wish to try and change it or not. It will always end up the same." You let out a sigh, your shoulders drooping, "I know you. I know of your affection for Shae. I know why you wish for her to remain alive and well. The very fact that you even tried to protect her during your trial shows that there is an abundance of love for her in your heart." You fell silent for a moment, thinking carefully. When you finally turned to look at him, you could see that he was watching you closely, listening intently. "I understand why you had decided to keep her safe; lying during your trial. She means quite a lot to you, does she not?" You asked softly, his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised as you continued, turning away, "If only you..." Your voice trailed off, not wanting to finish.

Tyrion shook his head, standing from the wooden slab and taking a step towards you, "I must go with my brother. If what you say is true... Even though I do not wish to even fathom it... I must." He looked up at you, and you nodded.

"I understand... Completely. If that is what you wish to do, I will not stop you." You spoke before raising your hands and unclasping the necklace you wore around your neck. Holding it by the chain, you offered it to him, dangling between your fingers. "If you ever are in need of me. Use this. You are an intelligent man, you will know how to use it when it's time." Reaching up, he hesitantly took the necklace, staring down at the silver chain and the green gem that hung from it. “I can assure you, Tyrion, after the many years we have known each other; that I am a witch you can trust.”

Tyrion looked up to ask you something, but when he did, you were gone. Closing his eyes, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, then placed the necklace around his neck before sitting back on the slab; lying down.

It wasn't even moments later when he heard the door to his cell open, his brother calling to him with a torch in hand.

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Warm Rain Kisses

Westley Vuk x Reader

I had married Westley so I got a burst of needed endorphins. It’s also a AMAZING game. Pls I need mutuals who play this game

Summary: A rainy day on the farm calls for some needed cuddles with your newly acquired puppy of a husband

“Darling, you are just drenched-!” Your husband would shout, as your soggy body entered the home. Everything was soaked, and your boots were even filled with water. That rain storm came out of nowhere, and it was hitting hard. With lighting cracking outside.

“Seem’s to me Violet may have made her incantation a little too potent.” You admit, as you would pull your shoes off. You swore a fish came out of it even. Cleocatra would enjoy it, at least.

“I’ll go fetch you a change of clothes.” Weasley said, as he would hurry to the closet. He did his best to be careful, as it had been past sunset. Big paws and all. He’s had years of practice, and you made it your soul mission to write your own mending incantation. Just for him. That way he could stress less. Gramma would have been so proud.

“The chores are all done, at least. Frozen over here.” You shivered, as you had to take everything off. Even with being married, and having had many an encounter that resulted in damaged clothes, your husband still got so bashful around your naked body. You two have long since enjoyed a wonderful honeymoon, but here he was. Covering his eyes with sleepwear he grabbed for you. Had you giggle. That’s the man you married.

“I’ll get some underwear on, don’t worry.” You teased him. With a peck to his furry cheek you were off. Left him all a fluster. How you adored teasing him. Your big ‘scary’ wolf of a husband, still able to be so gentle in such a massive form.

With proper undergarments on, you returned to the living room. You might wear was laid out, and you could hear him already working in the kitchen. If the mutters of Russian curses at dropped items said anything to you.

Warm clothes, a warm fire place, and the works of tea. That’s what your cold skin needed. Also, cuddles. Lots of them. He was more than happy to provide such, as he would return with a tray of needed treats.

“Figured I would try something a little different. My mother loved to make warm drinks for me, and my brother, whenever we returned hunting. Even in the snow you can lose a lot of fluids. She liked to make it a little challenge for herself. To try and make something a little different.” Westley would explain to you, before he laid on the floor. Now your big pillow to cuddle, as the towel he had also grabbed was in your hand. Ruffling at your hair to dry.

“Oooo. Hot chocolate!” You perked up, and were excited. Something sweet. Oh he knew you well. Hardly bothered with your hair anymore, before you were quick to take your cup. Nearly burned your tongue, but it was so worth it.

“Kai always finds the best chocolate.” You cooed, as you laid against your husband. Enjoying his furry touch, and the way he breathed. Such big breaths. How his heart beat was so visible. Some call it morbid. You call it beautiful.

“He really does. Maybe if we were to ever reveal ourselves one day, he should be who we speak to first. He seems the most likely to be open minded.” He figured, as he yawned. Poor man was exhausted, but he was always willing to wait for you.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if he already has met some FaeFolk. He’s been all over the place. Maybe he never brought it up because of that. He knows better than to risk their secret. Respects nature, after all. The way he talks about the water just seems too whimsical…” You would agree, as you watched the fire place.

“Exactly. Along with the books he seems to enjoy, and how whatever I recommend seems to be something he’s aware of. World travelers tend to be more open minded.” Your husband would agree, as he gave a long stretch. Made his joints pop just right, as he would yawn.

“Today was a good day.” You would nod, with pride. You finished some candles, have potions and time freeze spells stacked for your mining trip tomorrow, finished some aging wines for your hubby to enjoy, the animals were checked on, you did alot in one day. Busy, but that’s how you liked it.

“I’m so glad. I wish I could do more for you, but I can only be in two places so often.” Your husband would sigh. That made you kiss his fuzzy little ear. He was doing so much. He deserved rest all the same. Just because you two had different jobs didn’t mean he didn’t deserve any less rest.

“You are doing the best you can. I love you so much for that.” You would finish your drink, before you simply curled up against him. No need a bed tonight. He was just perfect like this. The warm fire place, the rain storm outside, and the heavy breathing of your Westley. What more could you want?

“Suppose I’m stuck here for the night.” He chuckled, before he would nuzzle his muzzle against your cheek. His wet nose kissed your cheek, and that made you giggle. You loved his little doggy kisses. And in turn, he loved giving them. It made the burden of being a werewolf not so bad. You loved BOTH sides of him. His human, and fae, sides. Him. Simply him.

“Good night, sweetheart. Love you. Love you so much.” He whispered, in that gravely voice of his. A sleepy ‘love you more’ was returned, and he chuckled. Hardly could stay awake any longer. It was just a slice of heaven in that moment. Warmth, and love.

What more could a witch want?

[rorynn]

I'm so sorry I wasn't active I was doing something. Drawing some shit like this. I even made my sketchbook a bit chunky. (I'm using gramarly cuz English is my second language)

The first is Monkey Y/n, who is a half-human and half-monkey demon. And like she is a witch. I like thinking something about witches. THEY ARE MY SECOND FAVORITE MONSTERS. Like she used to be friends with Six-eared Macaque. Macaque was a pre-teen (9-11) and Y/n is in her early teens (13-14). Later as adults, they started a relationship. Y/n is a chill and confused gf while Macaque is like flirty and crazy in love. Everything changed when Y/n back from a mission while being away for like half a year until she heard that Macaque was killed by the hands of Monkey King. It outrages her and wanted to get her revenge on Wukong but realized her neckless wasn't with Macaque anymore. It was odd. You thought Monkey King stole it but you managed to find it it was covered in dirt and broken. It almost looks like it wasn't needed. Then there was a realization and breakdown then y/N promised to fall in love again or get tricked and yadayadayadayada she diseppierd for centuries. Then they met again

2. Then for the next hundred years, they meet again AND Macaque thinks Y/n will come back to him but nahh "Do you really think I the great Witch of Abomination? Think again" Then shoves the neckless she gave him when they were young adults.

3. In the Lego Monkie kid universe ( It's how I designed Macaque I mean people say drawing a character 'in my style' so yee) AS it is written on small papers what happens in different universes. So in the Lego Monkie kid universe Y/n just kicks him away because she has a job to do and doesn't want anyone to mess it up. While in my universe Y/n tries to kill him. Macaque has to die again. But he can't stop falling in love even more while Y/n fell out of love. She moved on and already has 3 kids. well, 2 are Macaques and y/ns while her youngest is fully human but has powers like Discord from mlp.

4. Okey so the woman that is standing next to Monkey Y/n is me as a Celestial guard or something. Monkey y/n needed help for something so she went for some help. Then I the Celstal guard would gladly helped.

5. I made myself as a Spider-woman. But like it says on icecream Chopstick. A mutated. This is very short so like there was a spider that had a mutated venom on her fat bunda. How I was bit well....I was filling my water bottle and I didn't see a spider inside so I drank it and bam I was kicked out of my home and became a vigilant Spider-woman, I have 16 eyes, I can spill my venom when I bit someone and forgot my toxic family, my school. my old life..... And 1 year later a Spider sociality came to invite me but I refused cuz.. Why should I mean they have a thousand spider people on it why do they need another one???? I refused multiple times.. heck they even tried to force me but I made it again very clear I will not join. So they stopped bugging me until an Indian Spider-man give me some weird tech bracelet and said to keep it if I in case need their help. Then this boy named Miles Morales came into your universe and said this was whole a misunderstanding that he came from the wrong universe and that he needs to go back to his universe to save his dad but he is being chased by multiple spider-people who is leading them is Miguel O'hara. Ahh that annoying bitchy grumpy man with a problem temperature. Then he explained that he is also being chased by a powler-version of himself. And I explain powler-version of himself is also the enemy I'm trying to put him in jail and also my sister's best friend. He was shocked. But I had no time to explain so I told him to stay at my place. I MADE HIM A BUREK S MESOM AND HE LOVED IT. Then he said that he will never be able to save his dad the one I wrote on a pic was a mistake. So i told him to not worry about them.

6. This is like a small doodle of me, Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, and Monkey witch y/n who sleeps naked alone. The reason why she sleeps naked it's because it itchy for her to sleep with pj's and sweets a lot which causes the bed to get wet and she stinks a lot and hates to take a shower twice a day. She only does it alone- when Y/n started to have a relationship with Macaque she was embarrassed to ask Macaque if she could sleep with no clothes on nothing sexual it is normal for monkeys to be naked which of course Macaque notices that and tells her that it won't bother him after all a lot of tribe monkeys sleep naked or be naked. It is actually common for monkeys to be naked :)

7. This is actually funny to me. I made an Eagle Y/n a very long ago I wanted to draw more of her with Golden Winged Peng From Lego Monkey Kid she is also a sister figure of a Macaque. I was listening to 'Ayesha Erotica - 9 am in Calabasas where there is a scenario where he talks about starting to fall in love with Eagle Y/n and yadadada not gonna make it longer and you guys probably that one trend on TikTok lalalalala ˛& okokokokok, yeah they are both okokokokok. Don't ask me why It's my opinion cuz they both are listening to each other.

And here is a little note for everyone to see better. I was even going to make Y/n shorter before I searched about eagles' height. What I was mostly curious about is the height and the types of eagles are called. Y/n is a golden eagle. MEANING he can sit on her lap whenever he can I even searched about Peng's origin in Buddhism. Mostly wiki. Also, Y/n has leopard-like teeth and it looks something like this:

8. And another Y/n Oc from Rise of the Guardians as Halloween spirit. A love interest for Easter Bunnymund. Yes, it is from a headcanon on Tumblr and l read it and loved it. The reason why I designed it like this is that I tried to find some clothes for her like:

-a witch hat and has a goth neckless,

-a Vampire cape,

-a stone candy that it's attached on her neckless,

-she has clown makeup on her face exept her lips,

-bones painted on her body,

-has a crow mask behind her back,

-witch reaped dress,

-wolf form

!and fun /sad facts about the Halloween spirit!:

After Halloween, Y/N'ween typically takes a walk in a dark forest and disappears.

When there is a child or a teen that is too scared of going alone to get jumpscares, Y/N'ween will make it less scary and leaves lollipops to feel better.

if selfish parent/s would force their child/ren to steal candies from others. Y/N'ween would give them a thousand of jumpscares till they learn a lesson.

Y/N'ween is actually shy but when you get to meet her she is really outgoing.

Hates it when she is called 'puppy'. mostly from Jack

has ADHD

has a mark that one of the Toothiana's fairies had pinched her thinking Y/n'ween was a threat.

she uses withes magical mop to fly.

Y/n'ween is being misgendered due to her muscular arms and makeup, which happens a lot.

at a Halloween a kid was being laughed at for being a scared cat which angered the teen, this teen started throwing rocks at them then the kids did the same thing to her but a boy threw a rock on her head. It knocked her out and her head started bleeding. The kids were scared and ran off leaving her dying. When Y/n'ween smelled blood she rushed to s find where the blood was coming from and hoping she wasn't too late...

unfortunately she was late....but the moon chose the kid to become her left hand as to help Y/n'ween with celebrating Halloween.

All Y/n designs are free to use EXCEPT!

My personas. AND ADD CREDITS PLS OR I WILL STALK YOU AND ADD HATE ON YOU!!!

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PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Nanashi x Reader| None! | ~3.K words 〙

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ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: Repost of my old account. I'm basing this out of old witchcraft. Reader is a white witch in this.

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╰ He's indifferent about it honestly.

╰ He's from the goddess clan and has fought demons, there's not much that surprises him lmao

╰ He's proud of you for using your magic for good rather than for evil like other witches.

╰ While most of Britania is open about things like magic, there are still places against it.

╰ He prefers that you two live a bit far away from a small town, near a forest

╰ That way you're in a rather safe place and can easily get stuff from both the town and the forest.

╰ Nanashi would become your bodyguard, he'd watch out while you pick things you need in case someone or something decides to harm you.

╰ He'll also get the more dangerous items you might need so you don't have to put yourself in danger.

╰ You could be one of the strongest magic users in the world and he'd still want to keep you away from danger.

╰ It's not that he doesn't trust you or your abilities, it's that he'd rather make sure you're safe and not putting yourself in risk. Especially at unnecessary risk.

╰ He's not the best with words and physical affection, so getting you what you need is his love language.

╰ As much as he's proud of what you do, he's all about your safety and he can't help but worry about you when you're out treating people. Especially if you two aren't together.

╰ What if you get infected with what the patient has? What if you encounter people who hate witches? What if a member of the demon clan attacks you? Basically, he over-thinks. A lot.

╰ You just have to reassure him that you'll be ok and remind him that you've been doing this even before you met him.

╰ All in all, you two are an adorable couple.

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[bluetooththereptile]

"Mamaa...mamaa...mama!" You let out an exasperated sigh as the little cub kept waddling after you, you didn't want to touch the humanoid snow Leopold baby that had just learnt walking, knowing his father was nearby, but you had a duty and feeding the little one was one of them, you reached out for the little cub who obediently stretched out his hands.

"You were a good boy?" You couldn't help but coo as the cub nuzzled your neck affectionately, his ears perked up as he slowly blinked "Yea!...was good!" He replied before making grabby hands for your hand so you could pet his head.

This was your own fault for taking a little cub as your familiar, well, technically the baby imprinted on you and his father, which you dared not to look in the eyes was a behemoth of a hybrid, was not pleased, but he stayed in the shed in the backyard of your home, watching closely how you treated his precious cub.

You didn't look at him in the eyes, not because you were afraid, no, it was because he'd devour you whole with his piercing gaze, nearly pouncing on you to nuzzle you close, oh right, as the cub thought you were his mother, he now had claimed you as his mate, welp, good thing you have a spray bottle for shooing him away.

Lord, what would you do with them two when your witchery exams drew near?

[scarletmika]

Destiny or Not : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Witch!Reader

Summary: As The Darkhold foretold Wanda Maximoff's destiny, The Book of Vishanti foretold your own. You just didn't know how much of that destiny was intertwined with Bob Reynolds, until the day you met him in the vault.

Warnings: fluff, suggestive but NOT explicit, soulmate-ish trope, TOTAL idiots in love, SPOILERS I guess for Thunderbolts*, feminine description of reader, it's Bob (implied mental illness there)

Word Count: 3,015 words

Requests are open! : ̗̀➛ Find my masterlist here A/N: A request involving a "soulmate" type connection that I can easily turn into a witch reader? I'm sold. Shout-out to my friend Junie for the extra revisions on this one!

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It had started randomly one night. Months after Tony Stark had sacrificed himself to save the world, after you and billions of others had been brought back from the blip. After your mentor had accidentally enslaved an entire town out of grief, after she’d let the power of the Darkhold consume her. When you looked Wanda Maximoff in the eyes as she held The Book of Vishanti in her hands and destroyed it. After you’d tried desperately to save her from herself that day on Mount Wundagore and failed.

Back in your apartment that night, you’d cried for the loss of your mentor, until there was a flicker of red magic across the room. Sat at your desk was The Book of Vishanti, lying there in tact, with a simple note scrawled in Wanda’s handwriting. 

I’m sorry for everything. Your destiny lies here, but sometimes knowing is worse than not. It’s in your hands, now.

You’d elected to never look, to never see your destiny, but almost every night from the moment you touched that book on, you dreamed of him. The man with soft brown hair, blue eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, and powers unlike anything you’d ever seen.

The first night you’d awoken in your dream, you were lying in bed beside the man. He peered at you, reaching out with his hand hesitantly to cup your cheek, as if afraid that you would run away.

“You’re allowed to touch me, you know?” you’d teased him, your grin only growing at the faint blush that quickly spread across his cheeks.

“You…you make me nervous,” he’d muttered back to you in embarrassment. Your hand had found its place resting against his bare chest, against the skin that you’d come to learn ran unusually hot, and you felt his heart rate quicken.

“Good, because you make me nervous too,”

You’d kissed in that dream, that dream that felt all too real at times. It felt like deja vu as you kissed the man before you, but it couldn’t be. You’d never met him before, and you’d certainly never been kissed before. Being thrust into work with the Avengers from a young age, being taken under the wing of a witch that barely understood what she was herself, it hadn’t lent itself to many romantic moments over time.

When the kiss had ended, your dream self had flipped over, the man’s unusually warm body pressing to your back as the pair of you drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms. But the sight before you, the room you could see, you knew it: it was the former Avengers tower in New York, you knew it for sure.

The dreams continued for almost two years. Sometimes you dreamed of him every night of the week, sometimes just once or twice, but no two dreams were ever the same. 

Some of them were sweet, just like the first one. You were in the former Avengers tower, which you knew for certain. But there were always people around you, like Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' old best friend. Or a girl you’d only ever heard in stories, Yelena Belova, the younger sister of the Black Widow. There were movie nights shared between you all, there were private picnics on the terrace of the tower with just you and your mystery man with the shaggy brown hair, anything you could imagine.

Then, there were the ones ingrained in fighting. Battles waged, so many that you couldn’t keep track. In some, you didn’t seem to be any older than you currently were, while in others, you seemed to be much, much older than now. In every single one, you fought at the man’s side, the Witch and who they called the Sentry, an unstoppable duo that was feared and respected across the world and the galaxy.

The steamy ones were the ones that had you waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, desperate to take a cold shower and relieve yourself of the feelings you hadn’t ever felt before. There weren’t many of you and the man when you were young, but the times there were, it was like watching two inexperienced idiots fumble around the room together. He’d lifted you up onto the counter of the tower’s kitchen once, underestimating his strength and slamming your head off the cupboard behind you. You’d laughed it off as he apologized profusely, both of you flushing red as Bucky walked into the kitchen with a simple shake of his head. There was another one that stuck vividly in your mind as you’d randomly pulled him into your bedroom one day, trying so desperately to undress yourself that you’d managed to fall flat on your face on the floor.

The steamier dreams where you’re older…those were ones you tried not to think about. Those brought heat to your cheeks immediately.

The problem was, in all of these dreams, you’d never learned his name. It was like anytime someone tried to say his name, it ended up censored, so you would never know. You had nothing to go on to learn if this man was even real.

It wasn’t until, through contacts that you’d gained from your connection with the former Avengers team, that you’d gotten your lead. There were rumblings of Valentina Allegra De Fontaine working on her version of a serum that could create the ultimate superhero: The Sentry Project.

You knew you couldn’t be mistaken; that was him. The fluffy brown hair you’d spent your downtime playing with and running your fingers through, the arms you’d spent countless dreams entwined in, and those soft brown puppy-dog eyes you couldn’t forget. It was the man from your dreams. 

Under the guise of “working for Valentina,” you’d been trying your hardest to find out more about the Sentry project, but it was a secret that Valentina kept closely under wraps. You’d never gotten the training from Wanda and the Avengers that you truly needed, though, and you wore your heart on your sleeve. It didn’t take long for Valentina to learn that you were trying to learn more about her secret project, which is why she knew she had to send you into the Vault that day.

There were three guns pointed at you, and then back at each other, before back at you. You’d settled for just your hands and your magic, forgoing any weapons, as wisps of magic danced around your fingers.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt any of you,” you’d nervously laughed, looking between the three in front of you. As your fighting ceased, it slowly dawned on you that standing before you was Yelena Belova, along with two people who had been in the background of so many of your dreams over the years. It was Yelena that cocked a gun in your direction.

“We’re all here to kill each other, so that doesn’t make much sense.”

“I-I don’t want to kill anyone!” you tried to reason with her, stuttering over your words for a moment as you waved your hands around, magic dancing through the air with them. “Look, it’s so complicated, but I don’t even want to be here! I-I just want to find out about Project Sentry-”

The man with the shield turned his gun on you next with a laugh.

“Project Sentry, huh? Sounds like some classified information someone would be sneaking in here to steal,”

You’d fumbled for a minute, unsure how to go forward now that there were multiple guns trained on you, and your magic flickered for a second as you faltered. You’d all spun on your heels toward the door, though, as the sound of another person coughing sounded across the room.

The man had barely crawled across the floor, hadn’t even looked up yet, but you could feel him. Like a tug on your soul, you could almost feel everything about him. And the second he looked up, his eyes locking with yours as his fidgeting with his clothing ceased, your breath caught in your throat.

“W-whoa…” he’d stuttered out, eyes wide as he pointed a finger in your direction, the other three mercenaries in the room simply watching in silence and confusion. “It’s…it’s you! From my dreams!”

Your hands dropped almost instantly as you let out the breath you’d been holding.

“Oh my god…you’re real,”

The name you’d wondered about for two years now was so simple, yet so him: Bob. You wished your first time meeting him had gone smoothly, that the next few days would have been simple, but they were anything but. There were moments scattered throughout that you’d dreamt of before, and he had too. When you’d protected him in the hallway trying to escape from the vault and Valentina’s team, when you’d refused to fight him at the top of the former Avengers Tower, or when you’d chased him through the Void, promising to be by his side and to help save him from himself.

Now, months had passed, and for the second time in your life, you were an Avenger again, but this time with a new team and no mentor to show you the ropes. Your new team, your friends, were sick and tired of you, though, because all you and Bob did was dance around one another.

You’d confided in Yelena and Bucky your dreams, the pull on your soul, and the connection you knew you had to Bob buried deep inside you, while Bob had confessed the same to John and Ava (though his confession was more coerced out of him than freely given). But for the most part, you danced around one another.

It was infuriating to see the way you and Bob were attached at the hip, but neither of you was able to admit anything to one another. Accidental hand brushes almost every day, matching blushing cheeks, and your inability to talk to one another without stumbling over your words. Alexei was groaning almost constantly, watching the pair of you dance around your feelings, feelings he claimed were “written in the stars.”

You and Bob had conversations here and there regarding dreams you’d shared, about how weird it was to experience them and know that they would potentially happen. But your conversations always skirted around the steamy dreams, the intimate ones, the ones that showed the connection you held that went far past platonic. But it was gnawing at both of you, the pull that you felt to one another every second of the day, that one day it finally came to a head.

“D-do you want to uh, to go up to the roof with me?”

You’d looked up from your place at the kitchen sink, arms deep within the suds as you scrubbed away at the dirty dishes left over from team dinner the night before. Warmth flooded your cheeks immediately as you looked at Bob, who wasn’t even looking at you but was fidgeting with the two sandwiches on the plate before him that he was making.

“O-oh, uh uh-yeah, sure. Any uh, any reason why?”

The flush that spread across his skin was evident from where you were, as she shrugged.

“Our friends, they’re uh…they’re loud sometimes. And you haven’t eaten yet, so uh, I made you a sandwich,”

You bit into your bottom lip, trying to calm the nerves dancing around the pit of your stomach and alleviate the tension that was pulling on the cord connecting the two of you.

“Yeah. Why don’t- why don’t you head up and I’ll meet you up there when I finish up the dishes,”

The dishes could’ve waited, but you needed the extra ten minutes it afforded you to calm down. There was some distant memory in your mind of that moment, a sense of deja vu flooding you as you felt like you’d dreamt of that exact conversation at one point in time. You did everything you could to put on a faint air of confidence to yourself as you joined Bob on the roof of the Watchtower.

The last time you’d been on this roof was to celebrate Alexei’s birthday a few months ago. He had desperately wanted to celebrate while looking over the skyline of “the greatest city in the world,” but the high winds that were experienced at that height on top of a skyscraper were…less than ideal. He’d enjoyed his birthday gift from you, which was an enchantment surrounding the rooftop garden of the building, blocking out the wind and allowing him to enjoy the party the rest of the team set up for him.

Bob was sitting cross-legged on one of the couches left behind on the rooftop from the party, hands wringing together in his lap as he looked up to see you walk out onto the patio area. He smiled, nervousness radiating off of him, as you took a seat beside him.

“I should come up here more often,” you softly told him, wringing your own hands together before busying yourself with grabbing the plate he’d left for you with your sandwich. “The sunset over the city…it’s beautiful.”

“I come up here sometimes to think,” Bob told you, taking a bite of his sandwich while glancing over at you. “I’m uh, not a fan of heights…but it’s still pretty.”

You’d both gone silent to eat your sandwiches, but you could feel the weight of the conversation hanging in the air, the one you knew would come someday. The tug in your heart every time you looked at him, the feeling in your soul that urged you to simply move closer to him, despite the elevated heart rate coursing through you.

“Bob-”

“Do you think about them?” his voice had cut you off, the words rushed out as he looked up at you, hugging his arms around his knees as his leg began to shake. “The…the dreams?”

“All the time,” you told him quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Since we met, though, we haven’t had any new ones.”

“What do you…think of them?”

“They’re…comforting,” was the word you settled on, tucking your hair behind your ear as you looked away from Bob for a moment, admiring the colors of the sunset in the sky. “At first, they uh, they were weird. I’ve never really been with anyone…romantically, at least. So being myself in situations like that…they were weird. But you-you-you became this weird constant in my life. I enjoyed going to sleep, knowing that uh, that I’d see you in my dreams. That’s why I tried so hard to find you.”

There was quiet between you both for a moment as you came to terms with your own words, as you accepted the feeling that you were pretty sure was buried in your heart before you even knew about it: you loved him, you loved him before you even knew who he was. Truthfully, your love for him was probably woven into the seams of who you were and who you were going to be before you were even born. And somewhere, deep down in the connection tied between you both and laid out across the dreams you knew were more than just dreams, you knew he loved you, too.

Before you could voice any of this to Bob, he beat you to it.

“I like you!” the outburst interrupted the silence as you turned back to him, frozen in place as Bob stumbled through his words to find the right way to explain it all. “Well, uh, I think I…I think I love you, more so than like. And maybe- maybe I always have? It’s confusing. But since I met you, I…I always want to be around you and- and I can’t imagine ever being with anyone but you…”

Mustering even the smallest bit of confidence you could, you took Bob’s hand in your own, flashing him what you hoped was a comforting smile even as nerves flooded your system.

“After Wanda, my mentor, died on Mount Wundagore, she’d left me something: The Book of Vishanti,” you explained to him. “Wanda’s destiny was written out in The Darkhold, and she told me mine was written out in The Book of Vishanti. I decided never to look, that it was better never to know, and I’d let it play out instead. But I know if I did look…you’d be there. You’d be written across every inch of my destiny. And destiny or not…I-I think I’d fall in love with you all the same.”

It took a moment for the smile matching your own to cross his face, before his palm turned to face yours, your fingers intertwining with one another. You sat on that roof, smiling at one another like fools in love, before Bob let out a breathy laugh.

“How-how do we do…this?”

“Beats me, I’ve never gotten this far,” you’d laughed with him, shifting closer as the space between you both gradually shrank until it was nothing. “Our dream selves…they seem pretty adept at it, though.”

“Maybe it, uh…maybe it just takes practice?”

You both teetered on the edge for a moment before Bob made the first move, surging forward and pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. He’d pulled back sooner than you wanted him to, matching blushes coating your cheeks.

It was your turn, the ice already broken, as you surged toward him this time, pressing your lips back to his and refusing to pull away. That tug between you both seemed to lighten finally as 

that wall was finally broken between the two of you, laughter flowing between you both as you pressed kiss after kiss to his lips. Now that you’d finally known the feeling of his lips on yours outside of your dreams, you never wanted it to end.

Locked in your world together, neither of you were privy to the knowledge that Alexei was currently bolting away from the rooftop door and down the stairs, yelling out for Yelena and the team that “his ship was finally sailing.”

[corvoqueen]

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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First day at a new school. Sucks. I could feel the stares of my fellow students as I walked down the halls. Practically ogling me, I quickly headed for my locker. Putting in the combination, I yank open the door. Hearing the creak of the metal. I sigh, looking at my time table.

“Need help?” I hear a soft voice perk up from behind me. Making me jolt as I felt their breath on the skin of my neck. I whip my head around, meeting the gorgeous blue eyes of Sam Monroe.

“Sorry…” He must’ve noticed my startled expression because he smile sheepishly. His hand raising, as he scratches behind his neck. “You just looked- a little lost.”

I smile softly, “was it that obvious?” I tilt my head, observing him. His band t-shirt covering his chest. The hallway lights catching on his piercings. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching his piercing gently.

He nods slowly, “a little… Okay it was pretty obvious.” He replies, and I swear I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. I bite the inside of my cheek softly. Looking down at my schedule, “what class do you have?” He asks, leaning closer to presumably take a peek at my timetable. His breath hitting my face, sending chills all over my body.

“Umm… AP bio.” I say softly, looking back up at him. Realising how close we had gotten.

A smile tugs at his lips, “someone’s smart.” His tone holding a teasing edge. I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, trying to hide my amusement.

“Some of us have to be,” I retort jokingly.

He places a hand over his heart in mock defence. “Are you calling me dumb?” He raises his pierced brow.

I shrug, “your choice of… company suggests so.” His brows pull together and he leans closer. I notice his eyes flicker behind me for a moment. To the piece of obsidian I had sitting on top of my biology book.

He looks away from it, to the magnet in his hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He fiddles with the magnet in his hand he pulled off of my locker door.

“Your friends with Josh aren’t you? He isn’t exactly the brightest.” I add, turning back to face my locker. Pulling out the books I needed for my next class. I grab the obsidian tumble, feeling it against the palm of my hand.

A groan escapes his lips. “Josh is definitely not my friend,” he replied defensively. Almost like he was insulted by the mere idea of being friends with Josh. I feel his eyes drawing holes into the back of my head. Like he was analysing every movement and every word. It was kind of unnerving, like those pretty blue eyes of his were staring into my very soul.

I glance at him over my shoulder, “oh. He hangs around you a lot, I just assumed.”

He hums in response, “he’s trouble.” He places the magnet back on my locker door. “You should avoid him.”

I glance up at him, “some people say the same thing about you.” I turn back around to face him properly. Curious to how he would respond, did he know what people said about him? Did he care?

He looks down at the floor, licking his lips. “And do you believe them?” He questions, his voice was so soft it was almost… meek. My eyes softened slightly in response.

I look him up and down, “nope.” I reach for his hand, watching as his fingers unraveled from the fist they were previously clenched in. I hold the back of his hand, his palm up. I felt him stiffen slightly at the sudden contact. His shoulders dropping as he relaxed from being caught off guard. I place the piece of obsidian on his open palm. Before finally meeting his gaze.

His eyes held curiosity and a hint of… warmth? “What are you doing?” He leaned closer.

“Checking something,” I mutter. Taking the crystal off his palm for a moment. “Shh...” I say before he could ask another question. Pressing my thumb against where it had been. It was warm, I put it back. Closing his fingers around the crystal.

“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, I slowly release his hand. Looking back up at him, I gently brush some strands of his messy hair that had fallen into his face.

“It’s yours now,” I reply. Making his eyes widen, and that familiar pink flush coated his cheeks once again.

“You- your giving this to me?” He clarifies, looking a mix of confused and surprised. His eyes widened slightly as his gaze flickered between me and the crystal in his hand.

“Yes,” I shrug nonchalantly.

“Why?” His flustered tone making his words come out more high pitched.

“Cause I want to,” I answer honestly.

“You want to,” he repeats to himself. “You want to give me this, like a gift?” He asks, and I nod. A smile breaking out on his face. Making one tug at my lips. “Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty. And by the looks of it, you need it more than I do.” I say softly, he tilts his head. It was so adorable, how were people afraid of him?

“What makes you say that?” His gaze ever intense, felt like he was staring into my soul.

“I just have… a feeling. I suppose you could say,” I elaborate.

“You mean a witch feeling?” He whispers, a grin lingering on his lips.

I chuckle softly, “perhaps.” I tap his chin teasingly, “why you have a problem with that?” I retort, raising a brow.

He quickly shakes his head, “no. Nope- I just meant-“ His cheeks flushing a bright red as he struggled to speak.

I nudge him gently, “relax. I know what you meant, I’m messing with you.” I grab the remaining of my stuff I need for class, before closing my locker. “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine. Emo boy,” I grin.

He chuckles softly in response, his shoulders shaking. “What makes you say that? Wait let me guess… a feeling?” He quips, making me roll my eyes dramatically.

“Yeah maybe…” I shake my head, trying to hide my amusement.

[vivaiavidapasta]

“Why do you all feel…

So familiar?”

Some witch reader lore teheee

[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 2

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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.

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

“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.

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Sweet pup

Male!Yandere Witch x Fem!Puppy hybrid Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober

Oct 11th

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summary: when you go into heat, your owner is determined to keep up with you this time.

warning: yandere behavior, you’re in heat, a bit of teasing, aphrodisiacs, breeding, cock becomes a knot

A/N: sorry for the late entry,, I passed out while working on this last night and lost all of my progress because I didn’t save,, thankfully this was already short so I just finished it up, but it was still demotivating :(

You let out a pitiful whine as your witch owner ignored you, instead paying attention to his potions and spells.

You could feel yourself going into heat, and wanted him to help you… maybe he could whip up some potion to make it all go away!

“Mmph…”

You pouted, nuzzling into his neck from behind and sniffing at his scent as your puppy tail wagged. He stopped for a moment to scratch between your ears, thinking that’s all you wanted.

But when you began to pant and your hips rutted against the back of his chair, he began to understand what was going on.

“Feeling… warm, little one?”

A whine escaped your throat, and you let out a happy sigh when he lifted you up and settled you into his lap.

“Yes…”

When you attempted to hump his leg to ease the ache in your cunt, he squeezed your thigh. “Tsk, tsk… is that how we behave, pup?”

Your ears flattened against your head in shame, and you looked away from his intense green eyes. “… no…”

He smiled, moving his fingers down your chubby belly and into the soft lacy panties he bought for you.

“So wet already… such a needy pup, aren’t you?”

You whined, pawing at his chest with your shaky hands as he reached over. Barely able to think, you stared as your owner popped the cork of a pink potion, downing it within seconds.

Before you could ask what it was, you were being pinned to his desk, your pussy having to stretch around his cock to fit him in.

“F-fuck, that’s my good girl, so tight…”

Your tail wagged, and you tried your best to lift up your plump ass, trying to display it for him. It was cute, you really acted like a puppy in heat.

“W-what was in that potion?” you babbled out as he rammed his cock against your cervix. He held onto your tail for leverage, continuing to slam into you.

“An aphrodisiac… and a surprise for later…”

Before, your owner had never been able to keep up with your heats. It left him feeling inadequate, paranoid that you’d go looking for a real mate to satisfy your needs.

You were his, HIS mate, his little pup. The very thought of someone else even looking at you made his chest heavy with jealousy.

But being the smart witch he was, he brewed up a potion that increased his stamina…

And as he came inside of you, you yelped, feeling his knot swell up in your fat cunt.

There was the surprise.

“Good pup… gonna give you a litter, I promise…”

He kissed your neck, nuzzling softly against you as his sweet pup panted beneath him.

“You’re mine…” he cooed against your ear, his hand rubbing at the bulge in your belly. “No one can lay a hand on you but me, understand?”

But you were already fast asleep, suckling on his finger to comfort yourself. He let out a sigh, picking you up once his knot went down and carrying you to bed.

“Sweet thing… I’ll never let you go, you know that?”

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forever ain't too long - james potter x reader

wc: 1496 summary: you can feel your soulmate's pain, and your touch can heal them. you think you must have the clumsiest soulmate on earth. me: a late contribution to bound together au for @acourtofchaos festival! felt bad that i haven't written anything in a while so tada... exams and assignments r coming up so who knows when the next fic will be!! also this is my first soulmate au which feels crazy!

All things considered, you were a pretty lucky girl. You’d never broken a bone, twisted an ankle; you’d never even had a bee sting or splinter. You weren’t sure how or why, but you thought it must’ve been the universe’s little gift to you.

Unfortunately, it seemed like your soulmate did not share your gift. Quite the opposite, really. Even in your earliest memories, you’d experienced phantom pains at all hours of the day. Over long years of sudden, random aches and pains, you’d decided your soulmate must’ve been the clumsiest person on earth.

It didn’t stop as you grew older, unfortunately and surprisingly, and you still often found yourself groaning in pain while washing dishes, doing homework or hanging out with friends. Pretty much everyone in your life was used to it by now, but it was still unpleasant for you.

You thought your soulmate might’ve been an athlete. The injuries got more frequent over some parts of the year, and you recognised the pattern as the Quidditch season, though you weren’t sure if any other sports aligned with the same schedule.

Still, that didn’t mean you went to Quidditch matches any more than a few a year. It wasn’t really your thing, but you’d go if all your friends did. Maybe, secretly, it’s because you were too scared to accidentally meet your soulmate.

You were only a seventh year, if you met your soulmate now, you’d have an awfully long life left with them — if all went to plan. The idea of having to be with someone forever was, well, scary. And you weren’t like Sirius and Remus, you didn’t live and breathe for someone else, the idea of forever for you was just plain frightening.

Somehow, you’d been convinced to attend the Gryffindor—Ravenclaw semi-final Quidditch match. Well, somehow was perhaps misleading.

James had walked into the common room the night before, muddy, sweaty but beaming from a final late practise, and locked eyes on you, curled up on your favourite armchair.

“Hiya,” He said, looming over you and partially blocking the firelight. You tilted your head up to face him, squinting to readjust your eyes in the altered brightness.

“Hey.” You smiled sweetly, “How was training? You gonna win tomorrow?” James grinned, cocky even despite his obvious weariness.

“Only if you come watch, sweetness. Need my lucky charm there.”

“Don’t be daft, Potter. You win all the time when I’m not there.” You rolled your eyes, attempting to go back to your book.

“Only ‘coz I’m thinking of you, lovie. Gotta win for my best girl.” You huffed, pushing yourself out of the armchair, bringing your novel with you.

“You’re ridiculous,” You patted him lightly on the bicep to ease some of the tension between you, “And you need to get some rest before tomorrow. G’night, Potter.”

With that, you headed upstairs to wrap up your own night.

“So are you gonna come or not?” James called up to you, breaking the silence of the common room. You looked back, one hand still resting on the bannister of the staircase. After a moment, you produced a small smile.

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” You retreated into your dorm without any other conversation, leaving James standing in a lovesick daze in the middle of the common room. He was well aware of the way the deep ache in his bicep had dissipated the moment you touched it, but he knew it wasn’t the right time to make you aware of that fact.

That brought you back to the Quidditch match, to your seat between Lily and Peter. It was an intense game, both teams desperate to get into the finals. Neither team was above playing dirty, and you were sure it was the most violent match you’d ever seen.

You were also, to unsure feelings, becoming sure that your soulmate was on one of the two playing teams. You were in silent agonies, your insides reflecting the conflict between the two opposing teams.

Coming to reluctant terms with the fact that you’d have to narrow down who your soulmate was sooner rather than later, you only hoped it wasn’t Richard McLaggen, the brutish, unpleasant beater from the Ravenclaw team.

Unfortunately, it was almost impossible for you to narrow down who it could be from simply watching the match. Players darted around like flies, zipping from one sport to the next so quickly it was hard to keep track of, let alone tell who was who or what their interactions were with other players.

You’d been distracted by your realisation and had evidently zoned out of part of the gameplay, but you were ripped back into reality by Lily’s aggressive grasp on your wrist as she gasped in horror.

Like in slow motion, it seemed like the entire stadium fell quiet as five or six players all collided at once in a dreadful mess of limbs and brooms. You winced as you certainly felt somebody’s injuries all over your body, but that was nothing compared to the horror of watching a body unmistakably James-shaped fall through the air, struggling in vain as he dropped quickly towards the sand.

You couldn’t breathe until he finally wrapped his fingers around the handle of the broom, breaking his fall slightly. He still landed in the sand with an audible groan, but at least it didn’t look like he’d shattered every bone in his body.

You couldn’t differentiate James’ injuries from anyone else’s, so you had no way of knowing whether it could be him or any of the other unfortunate players who’d just taken a beating. But the flutter of your heart was there at the idea, and that… Well, that was maybe scarier than anything you’d seen in the match.

Gryffindor won the match, no thanks to James, who’d been carried off and taken straight to the infirmary, a frightening amount of blood dripping down his face.

The rest of your friends stormed the pitch with the rest of the school when the match ended, celebrating your house’s victory. You didn’t join them, scared of the crowd and, admittedly, a little worried about James up in the infirmary by himself.

The school was scarily silent as you rushed through the halls, trainers echoing against the tile. You slipped through the heavy door into the otherwise empty infirmary, sighing in relief as you saw James propped up in the hospital bed, looking mostly alive.

“You’re a sad sight,” You said, and James looked up at you with doe eyes, a crooked, split smile appearing as he took you in. He truly looked a mess; blood still crusted down his chin and in his hair, bruises already forming on the surface of his skin.

“They couldn’t take the fact that I was hot and good at Quidditch, love, it’s no biggie.” You rolled your eyes with a small laugh, sitting on the edge of his bed so you could talk.

“You know I hate to be genuine, but are you actually okay? That was really scary, James.” Without thinking, you swiped your thumb across your tongue, moving it down to James’ red, raw lips, intending to wipe away some of the blood that had escaped from the gnarly split in his lower lip.

“Yeah, ‘course, I…” He trailed off, not only at the surprisingly intimate gesture, but also at the way he could feel the cut close up under your touch.

Your eyes snapped up to his, a quiet “Oh” escaping your own lips, but your hand didn’t move from its light hold on James’ face.

There was no avoiding it now; the evidence was pretty undeniable, even for you. James Potter was your soulmate. But instead of the intense, ice-cold fear that ran through your veins, James only had a warm, adoring smile on his newly healed lips.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked with uncharacteristic shyness.

“No!” You were quick to assure him, hand moving up to brush through his unruly curls. You were surprised that you didn’t have to think before responding, and even more so at the fact that you didn’t think you were lying. “I’m not disappointed. Scared, maybe. But I could never be disappointed with you.”

James beamed, golden and bright and warm, and you couldn’t resist returning it. He lifted a weak arm to cup your face, thumb caressing the skin of your cheek softly.

Maybe you weren’t the biggest fan of the whole soulmate thing, and maybe it’d all turn to shit and your doubts would be for good reason. But there, in the silent infirmary, admiring the gold flecks in James’ eyes, forever really didn’t seem so scary.

[babydoll372]

Wanda Maximoff P Links!!

(Ignore the colors for the name I had fun lol and can’t get the fonts I want since I don’t have a laptop)

Warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, scissoring, strap ons, some toxicity, intersex (only 1)

One night stand!wanda savoring every last taste of you in the morning before you leave

Pervert!wanda groping your breasts in your sleep

Top!wanda swearing she’d never want to be the one riding the strap

Sub!wanda begging for you to praise her while she rides your thigh

Momsbestfriend!wanda trying to shut you up while she fucks you in your childhood bedroom

Mommy!wanda coming home from a long day of work and needing to eat you out before she sleeps

Insecure!wanda worried you’d find her bush unattractive but it’s exactly the opposite

Uberdriver!wanda taking her favorite client home to eat them out

Sisters best friend!wanda sneaking into your room past midnight

Milf!wanda said she was tired of you going easy on her after the pregnancy

Jealous!wanda after finding out you slept with Natasha when you two broke up

Farmer!wanda and you scissoring on the porch early in the morning before she gets to work

Housewife!wanda sending you a video of her riding your pillow while you’re at work

Rich CEO!wanda taking you on vacation and fucking you in the hotel room

Scarlet witch!wanda putting a spell on you in your sleep and waking you up to find your cunt needy for her

Jock!wanda needing to fuck you in her car after practice

Domestic!wanda imagining breeding you, your stomach being full and your breasts leaking

Vulnerable!wanda letting toxic!r continue to come back

Divorced!wanda finally having sex for the first time in years and being more sensitive then ever

Gamer!wanda letting mommy!r take care of her

Stalker!wanda forced to listen to all the videos she took of you without consent while you fuck her from behind

Professor!wanda unable to resist fingering you when you sit on her office chair like that

Ex!wanda just can’t get enough of you

Cowgirl!wanda taking pride in knowing she’s the only one to ever make you cum

Intersex!wanda is obsessed with having your mouth on her cock

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Same scene, same vibes, just different times <333

Also revealing chapter 8’s title this way djdjkfkdkf