#marie laveau x reader

[sawyerconfort]

the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

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(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

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You stood tall and strong. Or as strong as you could with Marie looking you over. It had been a long tie since you had seen each other.

Though you felt you had changed. Suddenly, you found yourself feeling as if no time had ever passed. As if you were still inexperienced and timid. “So. You’ve finally come back.” Marie said as she sank down into the chair behind her. You refused to lose her gaze. You wouldn’t back down.

“Yes.” You answered simply.

“And why might that be? After all these years. Did you miss the feeling of home or are you here to beg for help?” She lounged in her chair as if it were a throne and gestured for you to speak. You’d hoped to draw things out. Not to have to blurt out that you needed her help right away. Perhaps you could evade her question. 

“I…” You started but she interrupted.

“Messed with powers you could not understand, could not control. Now I have no choice but to fix it. If you begged for my help or not.” She stood suddenly and looked furious. She should be. She taught you better than to mess with the kinds of powers that you’d been exploring.

“I didn’t… I…” You felt inexperienced again. You were powerful. But in her presence your power was nothing. Rain in the ocean. You’d lost people trying to regain your footing. She wouldn’t allow you to take any of hers with you as you tried to contain the power. They stood around her. Silent and watching as the two of you battled. She turned to walk away. You had lost.

"Does it make you feel sad? That the love that you're looking for is the love that you had." You found yourself saying before you could surrender fully. She turned and laughed, looking you up and down carefully.

“I was not the one that tried to trade love for power. I am not the one of us that has regrets.” Marie gave you a warning look before she turned back the way she had been going and walked away.

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[madamevirgo]

Everyone came out of watching Wakanda Forever simping over Letitia Wright, meanwhile I’ve been so down bad for Queen Motha herself.

Love me a powerful woman from infinity to infinity.

(Am I going back to my coven era?)

[floral-and-fine]

Red Heart Ending 2

Michael Langdon x fem reader

You, Michael and Ms. Mead left the room, leaving Ms. Venable forgotten on the floor. Reaching the landing at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, your eyes fell upon the group of witches gathered below. Michael released your hand as he took a few steps forward. 

“How can any of you defeat me,” he announced, successfully drawing the attention of the witches. “When I’ve already won?” 

He stood proudly at the top of the staircase, arms resting at his sides as he casually stared his enemies down. Ms. Mead was on his left and you remained behind him. 

“You haven’t won,” Cordelia stated, her own gaze unwavering as she looked at Michael. 

“Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world,” he gestured around him. 

“It’s almost as bad as your dinner jacket,” Myrtle criticized in a snarky tone. “But at least the world can be saved.”

“By you?” He smirked. 

“By all of us,” Cordelia said, 

“Hey,” Dinah interjected. “Get the wax out of your ears. I’m here to watch.”

“But I’m not,” Coco stepped forward. Michael’s eyes shifted towards her with an unamused expression, she cowered a bit from just the look. “Just don’t let me die again, okay? It really sucked the first time.”

With clear contempt, he redirected his attention to the group.  “When I’m done,” Michael started. “You’ll all wish you were still dead,” he warned. 

“I always thought the world would end with fire and ice,” Myrtle mused. “Not witches and warlocks.”

Michael ignored the comment and continued. “The seventh seal has been broken,” he proclaimed. “Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity.” He was bursting with satisfaction. “The world has been remade in my father’s image.”

“Darling,” Myrtled laughed. “It seems daddy didn’t tell you the most important rule of bringing on the apocalypse. If you want to finish the job, the thing you have to do first is get rid of all the witches.”

“I could annihilate all of you in a second and the world would go on without missing a beat,” he threatened. “You and all of your work will be forgotten in the rubble of the past. But I want to give you a future.” 

Michael slowly lifted his arms as an invitation, “Fall to your knees and accept me as your lord and savior, and I will bring you to the table as my obedient subjects.” 

Cordelia chuckled, amused by his offer. “The only way we would sit at your table is if your decapitated head were the centerpiece.” 

“Cordelia,” Dinah began, in a soft voice. “You raised me from the dead so that you would have the power of voodoo on your side,” she walked forward and faced the Supreme. “But if you know anything about who I am, you know the only choice I’d pick would be the winner.” She made her point clear by bowing her head towards Michael. 

“You’re half right, Dinah,” Cordelia said confidently. 

“She needed the help of a powerful voodoo queen,” the voice of Marie Laveau chuckled as she emerged from behind the group of witches. “But that ain’t you, sis.”

“To release me from hell,” Marie continued, stepping in front of the group towards Dinah. “Cordelia promised Papa Legba the darkest and most corrupt voodoo queen’s soul for mine.” Marie’s eyes gave Dinah a once over, “You’ll serve him well in my place.”

“You’re a fool, Marie Laveau,” Dinah furrowed her brow. “You would have done no different if you were queen.”

Suddenly, Marie transmuted, appearing right behind Dinah, cutting her down with a swing of her machete. Dinah screamed as her neck gushed blood while falling to the floor. 

Michael nodded to Ms. Mead, signaling for her to attack. She removed her hand revealing the barrel of an automatic rifle, but before she could fire, Cordelia muttered a spell. 

Ms. Mead began to convulse, head and body shaking as she malfunctioned. 

You watched stunned, unsure if there was anything you could do to help. 

“Ms. Mead?” Michael asked full of concern. 

At that moment, she exploded, her limbs and torso flying apart. The shock wave sent Michael over the bannister, crashing onto the concrete floor below, while you were blown back against the wall behind you. 

Michael’s brow furrowed, tears falling as he cupped Ms. Mead’s decapitated head. Despite his anguish, he rose to his feet, motivated to finish this for good. The witches were nothing but a thorn at his side, pests that needed to be exterminated. 

Scrambling off the floor Madison grabbed the rifle and then fired upon Michael, unloading the entire magazine as she shot him. He collapsed against the wall and fell to the floor, appearing dead. 

But the coven knew this was only temporary.Without a moment to waste, Myrtle yanked a lock of his hair from his head and gave it to Mallory who finally was able to grasp the entirety of the situation. 

The witches fled upstairs, seeking a safe place to execute their plan, before Michael had a chance to recover. Madison stayed behind in hopes of holding Michael off, even if it was just for a mere second. 

However, as they turned the corner, Mallory was stabbed by Coco’s fiancé, taking his vengeance for being left behind when the bombs fell. The witches had to act quickly. While Myrtle and Cordelia tended to Mallory, Coco and Marie prepared for Michael. 

…

Like taking in a deep calming breath, the blood that pooled around Michael returned to his body, drawing it back in as he was revived. He stood up, cracking his neck side to side, as Madison spun around to face him.

But as soon as Michael’s fist closed, Madison’s head exploded, her body dropping to the ground a blunt thud. 

With no regard for any of the corpses around him, he marched up the steps towards you. 

The blast left you disoriented as you slowly tried to sit up. You winced as you touched the back of your head, fresh blood mixed in with your hair. Your head had hit the wall behind you pretty hard. The injury was throbbing and the rest of your body felt bruised and beaten. 

You flinched back when Michael reached out, touching your bloody wound as he examined the damage. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling guilty for cringing away. 

He was quiet, eyes deadly and cold as anger and rage radiated off his body. They destroyed his Ms. Mead, taking her away from him again. They had hurt you in the process, Michael had even feared that they had killed you as well. 

His fingers were wet with your blood as he placed his whole hand over the wound. Closing his eyes, a warmth came over you as he healed it, just like that time at the park so long ago, bringing you a sense of comfort. 

“Is Ms. Mead…?” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish the question. 

“Gone,” Michael answered bitterly. 

“Michael,” you murmured, facing him. His jaw was locked tightly as he stared at you. Your dear Michael was so strong now, so determined to see this through, and you wanted this to end just as badly as he did. 

“Go finish this and don’t hold back,” you encouraged. 

Michael lifted a brow, entertained by this change in you. “I’ll slaughter them,” he promised. “Stay here.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head before rising to his feet. 

Looking below you made out four corpses, and soon more would join them. 

…

Striding up the second flight of stairs, Micheal encountered the voodoo queen first. 

“You will not pass,” Marie commanded, sprinkling the floor with the contents of her pouch while reciting a spell. 

Michael snarled as his hand was unable to advance past the invisible barrier. 

“You’re dealing with HBIC now,” she taunted. 

“You really think your stupid voodoo spells can stop me?” With incredible force, Michael plunged his hand into her gut. Her mouth gaped like a fish gasping for air as he moved his hand deeper. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“Not exactly,” she heaved through the pain. 

Without hesitation. Coco stabbed Michael from behind, sinking the knife through his back. His brow furrowed as he looked down, his fingers grazing the tip of the knife in his chest. Remaining oddly composed, Michael twisted around to look at Coco. 

“Normally, that’d work,” he commented, before wrenching Marie’s heart free from her chest with a gruesome squelch. “But I’m nothing like normal.”

Biting into the organ, he casually flicked his wrist and Coco’s head snapped like a twig. Reaching behind, he worked the knife out of his back and then proceeded his hunt for the rest. 

He stopped at the beginning of the next hall, spotting Cordelia standing at the other side. He inhaled with anticipation. 

“How did you think this would end?” He started. “Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win, Miss Supreme,” he mocked. 

“Not on your own,” she sneered. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled, the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”

“But I never expected to,” Michael retorted. “Like a cockroach, I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to.” He smiled, “And now I’m gonna have the satisfaction of watching you die, knowing you failed.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Cordelia shook her head. “Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won’t find it satisfying.”

Opening her hand, she summoned the knife in Michael’s to her. “Satan has one son,” she explained. “But my sisters are legion-“

In a blink of an eye, Michael appeared before her, stopping Cordelia’s hand from plunging the knife into her chest. He sneered glaring at her face to face, feeling the sting of the knife’s blade as it cut his palm. 

“Don’t look so surprised,” he tilted his head, his blood dripping to the floor between them. “I want you dead, but I’m no fool, I know what you’re trying to do.”

Cordelia’s eyes darted to the room Mallory was in. The tub of water was turning red as Mallory continued to bleed out, barely clinging to life. They were so close, but the only way now to accomplish what they had started was by Cordelia sacrificing herself for Mallory’s sake, it was the only way to give her the power to survive and complete the spell. 

Michael hissed as Cordelia struggled, desperately trying to free her hand and the knife from Michael’s ironclad grip. He didn’t budge, eyes staring at her coldly. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “You won’t have to live much longer, she’s almost dead.”

“Fuck you,” Cordelia spat. 

Michael turned his head, unphased by her attempts to provoke him. 

Myrtle suddenly emerged from the room, ready to defend Cordelia, but before she could utter a word Myrtle was torn apart. Cordelia’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open, as Myrtle’s body fell to the floor, a pool of her blood soon spreading to their feet. 

Michael’s eyes returned to Mallory, floating in the bloody tub, he counted down in his head, any minute now the girl would be dead from blood loss and with her would die their hopes of saving the world. He could feel it, the moment Mallory stopped breathing. 

Looking back at Cordelia, he smirked and finally released her hand. She gasped as she thrusted the blade with full force into her chest. 

“It’s your turn to burn,” Michael stated as flames engulfed the Supreme. A smile formed on his face as he watched the fire dance. The last witch was finally dead. 

With his hands clasped behind his back and his head held high, Michael turned around and began walking back through the corridor, stepping over Myrtle’s body with cold indifference. 

You rose to your feet as Michael returned, standing at the top of the stairs, smiling down at you. 

“It’s done,” he said, his smirk spreading. 

You climbed up the steps to join him, immediately wrapping your arm around his neck. His hands ran down your back resting on your hips. 

“It’s just you and me now,” Michael whispered, lips tickling your ear. “The Adam and Eve of the new world.” Pulling back, his hands stayed on your hips, “Are you ready to leave this place?” 

…

The carriage rattled and shook as the horses pulled it along the road towards the Sanctuary, your new home, leaving behind the underground outpost. 

You felt excitement thinking about living your life again with Michael, having a home with him again. You focused on the destination, tuning out the horrific sights taking place outside the carriage windows. 

Michael sat beside you, his legs crossed, while his hand and yours were joined together, resting upon the seat between you. 

The landscape outside was barren, the air was polluted, the buildings laid in rubble and ruin, occasionally in the distance you’d see a mutated figure. You cowered away from the window as the carriage passed a small group. 

“Don’t worry,” Michael said, squeezing your hand. “You’re safe with me.”

When the carriage slowed to a stop, you eagerly sat up. Michael got out first, coming around and opening your door for you. He offered you his hand, which you accepted as you emerged from the carriage. Outside was a tall concrete wall with a heavy steel gate. 

“Welcome home,” Michael announced, pushing the gate open. 

You gasped as you immediately recognized the building. It was the house, still standing, not a single brick out of place. 

Michael motioned for you to follow as he walked along the brick path toward the house. 

Inside, the light in the house emminated a warm glow, all the furniture was still intact and in place, it was as if you never left. 

Michael removed the hazmat mask and suit, hanging them on the coat rack, his long golden hair gracefully falling around his face. 

Noting your cautiousness, he reached out and helped you out of yours. “That’s better,” he murmured, gazing at your face and running his index finger along your jaw to your chin. 

“How is this possible?” You asked in a quiet voice, looking around you in awe. 

Michael shrugged, “Both were already a part of hell.”

Tilting his head, Michael kissed you, with both of his hands cupping your face. He was comforted by the fact that this would be his life now, his purpose was complete and the witches were dead. Parting from you, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Y/n?” He asked, voice slightly breathless. “Be mine forever, only mine.”

You nodded, his hands still on your cheeks as you placed your hand over his. “All yours.”

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[doctorofmagic]

Doctor Strange and the supernatural characters pt 2 - Jericho Drumm

Much to my surprise, being a doctor is not the only thing Jericho and Stephen have in common. As I went through his chronology, I noticed they’re quite similar in many aspects, whether magical or personality-wise.

I’ve always loved the concept of Doctor Voodoo and had read some of his adventures, but this time around I made a complete reading and he’s still one of my favorite magic users for many, many reasons.

But first, let’s dive into his past real quick to learn more about his story, motivations and powers.

Jericho Drumm and his twin brother Daniel were born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. The twins were separated when their parents died and Jericho decided to pursue a career in the USA as a pyschologist and scholar (some writers will give him another field of expertise, but it’s commonly accepted as canon that he has a doctorate in Psychology), whereas Daniel stayed and became a houngan (a voodoo priest). Upon learning that Daniel fell ill, Jericho returned to Haiti. Daniel claimed that Damballah, the loa known as the evil serpent-god, cursed him. Before dying, his twin asked Jericho to go to the jungle and meet his mentor, Papa Jambo, in order to learn magic. Jericho, at that time, did not believe in the supernatural and confronted Damballah, being defeated by forces he did not understand yet.

Papa Jambo, then, accepted Jericho as an apprentice and taught him voodoo magic. As a last attempt to defeat Damballah, Papa Jambo performed a ritual to summon Daniel’s spirit so they could become two men in one. The ritual was successful, leaving the V symbol imprinted on his forehead and the white streaks on his hair. Papa Jambo then passed away as a result, leaving the mantle of Brother Voodoo to his disciple Jericho.

He then confronted Damballah once more and defeated his enemy, whom would be later retconned to be a random evil spirit instead of the loa himself, since the loa are not considered evil spirits.

And here’s a quick disclaimer: there are lots of misconceptions and stereotypes when it comes to Haitian voodoo in the Marvel universe, mostly because it’s a real religion and many stories were not written by poc. I made a quick research but just to point a few: voodoo dolls are considered a myth, although some are used in New Orleans voodoo for tourism [1]; the term used in Sorcerer Supreme to describe Brazilian voodoo refers to the religion as "macumba”, which is a pejorative term. The Brazilian equivalent to Haitian voodoo is called Candomblé Jeje [2]; Marie Laveau is often portrayed as a evil voodoo witch, but she’s celebrated in New Orleans for help, healing and empowerment [3].

Disclaimer done, so back to Jericho. For a while, he stayed in Port-au-Prince, having his own Sanctum and accepting the help of a butler (pretty similar to Wong in his first years). He then later moved to New Orleans, fighting many enemies and teaming up with many popular heroes, such as Moon Knight, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Blade, Black Panther, Luke Cage and so on.

When Stephen considered himself unworthy of his title, the Eye of Agamotto elected Jericho as the next Sorcerer Supreme. And here I need to point out that, in my humble opinion, Jericho was nerfed from what he used to be as a magic user. I consider him waaay more powerful back then, even without the power of the Vishanti at his disposal.

When it comes to personality, Jericho has the very same introverted personality as Stephen’s in early comics, as well as the formal rhetorics, rational thoughts and kindness towards civilians.

Slowly, the readers realize that he’s also lonely and afraid of relationships, constantly pushing people away.

One may arguee that he’s been involved with many female characters, the most important being Wanda, and I agree they’re super cute together. Sadly, for editorial decision, Jericho was pushed away to hint a comeback for Wanda x Vision. Monica Rambeau was also interested in him for a while, but that writing is TERRIBLE, portraying him like a clingy (and kinda stalker) pretendent. I’d say Jericho takes things veeeeery slow because he’s afraid of relationships, as pointed out earlier. On top of that, I super hc him as aroace, because it’s rare to see him in a romantic light. It’s up to each person’s interpretation, of course.

Moving on -- and since I’m comparing him to Stephen -- let’s also talk about guilt and sense of duty. Jericho as Sorcerer Supreme is as stubborn as Stephen: he doesn’t rest, he feels responsible for every mystical issue AND is compelled to sacrifice himself in order to fulfill his role.

That’s why he ends up killed in the first place, after all. Thankfully, Doom brings him back to life (AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT).

In addition to the previous relationship Stephen and Jericho built through the years, we also have now a delicate matter, which is Daniel. Daniel was really mad at Stephen and blamed him for Jericho’s death. Since then, the spirit of Jericho’s brother was used as bargain in Savage Avengers, and to be honest, I don’t know how to feel about it, but it’s canon now, so... If Jericho is better off without his brother, so be it.

In conclusion, I do believe Jericho is a very important figure in Stephen’s life, not only as a co-worker at Strange Academy and former mentor, but also as a friend. Not to mention that he’s amazing as a stand-alone character, with a rich lore and so much potential. I find outrageous how little Jericho is used in comics. I need him in a solo title or at least in a one-shot with Zoe!

Bonus: The Vishanti and the Three-Who-Are-All

Although the Three-Who-Are-All had their debut in Werewolf by Night, Jericho was directly involved in their prophecy, joining Jack Russell and his allies in order to defeat a great evil. They're not as powerful as the Vishanti -- nor as important -- but it’s curious to see that the concept of a trinity is the same.

[Part 1]

Special thanks to Val, he’s the only Jericho stan I know out there and we only have each other to cry over him haha love u <3

[briaroftheroses]

Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, mild pain play, bondage (nothing with legs being restrained though), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship.

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters, heavy blood play, non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), gore, real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers, Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper, feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here (please no spoilers for any season of AHS after Freak Show as I haven’t finished the show yet)

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard (only in Murder House currently), Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna (please no spoilers for Hotel in any requests as I haven’t finished it yet).

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer), feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch.

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

[smartycvnt]

Experimental

pairing: Marie Laveau x Reader

summary: What was supposed to be a joke ends up being a much more meaningful experiment. 

Marie’s hand wrapped around the back of the your neck as she stepped in behind you. You heard the little scoff as her eyes landed on the Cosmo article that you were reading. In your defense, you had spent the majority of your morning hunched over various books trying to memorize as many of the ritual chants that you could. Marie wanted you to have a bigger role in the other side of the business. It wasn’t that you were bad for the salon, but you definitely weren’t passing beauty school anytime soon. 

“Your mind is too complex to be wasted on that crap,” Marie told you. You reached behind your head to grab her wrist as you turned around to look at her. She leaned down and you surged forward to meet her lips in a kiss. Despite your enthusiasm, it was kept short and sweet. “I gotta get back to work.” 

“Okay,” you paused for a moment to let Marie begin to walk away before continuing, “daddy.” 

The speed at which Marie’s head whipped around would have been comical if you hadn’t been partially terrified. She stared at you for a moment before arching one eyebrow. You swallowed and tried your hardest to hold her gaze as defiantly as you could. Her stare switched from a challenging one to something slightly amused, but extremely heated. 

“Those sort of sentiments are best kept in more private quarters,” Marie told you. You nodded and she shot you a smile. You watched her leave to go back to the salon. It was very clear that she hadn’t hated that, but you weren’t sure how seriously it’d be taken if you used it in the bedroom. 

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@mysticfalls01 @justalost4girl

[shootthemessenger]

✎ m a s t e r l i s t ✎

last updated : 03/25/2021

b i l l i e d e a n h o w a r d

and it was here, in these silver pools of moonlight [sfw]

you’re cold and i burn, i guess i’ll never learn [sfw]

will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? [sfw]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [sfw / slightly nsfw] [part one]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [part two] [sfw]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [part three] [nsfw]

the delicate art of a criminal mind [sfw]

if the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece [nsfw]

whatever here that’s left of me, is yours just as it was [sfw]

that song that we used to make love to [nsfw]

all the fear and the fire of the end of the world [mostly sfw]

c o r d e l i a g o o d e

i fought the demons that lie in between us [part one] [sfw]

i fought the demons that lie in between us [part two] [sfw]

i’m hoping at the gates they’ll tell me that you’re mine [sfw]

our hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages [sfw]

s a l l y m c k e n n a

i talk a lot of shit when i’m drinking, baby [sfw /slightly nsfw]

she’s coming in from the cold, let her hands warm up [sfw]

a l l y m a y f a i r-r i c h a r d s

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks [sfw]

baby if you’re not the one for me, who is? [sfw]

the delicate art of a criminal mind [sfw]

w i l h e m i n a v e n a b l e

i fought the demons that lie in between us [part one] [sfw]

i fought the demons that lie in between us [part two] [sfw]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [part one] [sfw / slightly nsfw]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [part two] [sfw]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [part three] [slightly nsfw]

her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns [sfw / slightly nsfw]

all the fear and the fire of the end of the world [mostly sfw]

would you still hold my hands if they were cold to the touch [sfw]

m i l d r e d r a t c h e d

coming soon

d i a n e s h e r m a n

coming soon

m a r i e l a v e a u

like the holding of hands and the breaking of glass [sfw]

j e a n m i l b u r n

coming soon

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[sawyerconfort]

the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

[kj-1130]

The lack of Marie Laveau fics is just down right offensive-

[novoaa1writes]

sugar fixes everything (... hopefully)

pairing(s): marie laveau x reader

summary:

while out running errands one muggy afternoon in the baywater district, you come across a less-than-welcome face. 

you’re loath to tell marie about it, as you know it’ll make her absolutely furious. 

you figure that maybe if you butter her up first with treats and kisses, she won’t take it quite so poorly. (you figure wrong.)

contains: fluff, angst & light (hinted at) smut

word count: ~2,300

rating: mature

warnings: fiona being kind of an asshole, passing mention of men being creeps, swearing, light (hinted at) smut, a bit of possessive!marie

notes: bro why aren’t there any marie x reader fics 

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It was a day like any other in the Crescent City—hot and muggy beneath a sweltering sun in cloudless skies above. 

You’d been running errands all around the Bywater District for the better part of the afternoon—depositing money in the bank, refilling your prescriptions at the CVS, stopping by for some sweet tea and easy conversation over at Old Missy’s.

You’d just been taking a detour through the French Quarter before heading back to the 9th Ward—because sure, maybe you’d been living in New Orleans for just over seven years now, but even still, the city’s contagious spirit never failed to galvanize your mood. 

Even now, you couldn’t help frequenting little trips over to Jackson Square. You’d gape up at the St. Louis Cathedral in awe, listen to jazz players on the streets, pop into quaint little shops to browse their awe-inspiring wares along the way. 

Hell, sometimes you'd even cough up the insane $20 charge (tourist culture is no joke) for a Tarot reading. 

Marie always scoffs when you rush back to tell her your newest readings—because of course, she could conjure a bona fide fortune-telling to put the rest of them to shame if you asked it of her. And it was precisely for that reason that you never did. 

Regardless. Tarot readings are fun, and they make you smile. (Well, most of them, anyhow.)

This time, though, you make your trip through the Quarter fairly short.

You promised you’d meet Marie this afternoon even if only for coffee, as she was too caught up in witch business to do much else. 

That was more than fine with you. Sure, you’d have preferred to see her for longer, but you’d take what you could get. 

With her in mind, you allow yourself a small pit-stop at Café du Monde—an immensely popular eatery bordering Jackson Square that sells the best beignets you’ve ever had. 

You don’t order many—just four in a neat little to-go box. You know that the moment you show up with them in tow, Marie will groan and chastise you. She’ll go on about how she needs to watch her figure, insisting that “all these sweets are gonna make me fat, ma chérie.”  

She always eats them with you anyhow. 

(And, if she’s in a particularly good mood, she’ll let you lick the remaining powdered sugar off her pretty lips.)

With two bags and a warm to-go box in hand, you make your way along Decatur Street. 

Despite the heat, it really is quite a beautiful day out. 

The streets are alive with a jazzy tune; there’s an adorable family taking a selfie on the street corner… the city’s natural charisma spreads its way into your very bones like a contagion—the best kind of infirmity. 

The sun falls warmly across your skin as a slight breeze ruffles the hem of your uniform skirt—a little black thing that barely reaches mid-thigh.

It’s not your typical dress—a tiny skirt and black tank (no logo, thankfully); but you’ve been wearing it to work over at Eddie’s enough over the past few years that you don’t really mind it. 

Besides, despite the color, it’s perfect for days like this—hot, sunny, damp.  

Sure, some men are pigs about it, and you get enough misogynistic comments at work to make even the patience of a saint run dry, but you manage just fine. The money’s good, your boss is nice enough (if not a tad behind on the times), and at the end of the day, you get to go home to the most beautiful woman in the entire city. 

God, even just the thought of her has your face breaking out into a blinding grin and a warm, giddy feeling exploding in your chest.

It’s her you’re daydreaming of when it happens. 

You’ve just passed by the French Market, and are nearing the edge of the Quarter Proper, when a woman dressed all in black approaches you. 

She’s got shoulder-length blonde hair, a sweeping cloak that looks hotter than hell (especially on a day like today), and big black shades covering her eyes. 

And the way she’s moving… slowly but surely, like a predator stalking its prey. Like she knows you can’t run from her no matter how hard you try. 

It’s something of a bland ensemble on its own—really, anyone from Miss Robichaux’s Academy might be seen donning it on any given day—and her large sunglasses do a solid job of concealing her identity, as they cover at least a third of her face. 

It doesn’t matter. You know who she is. 

You’ve never met her before (an intentional happenstance on Marie’s part), but her reputation far precedes her. 

“Why, hello there, Y/N,” the woman greets, coming up to you and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear like you’re old friends. 

You tighten your grip on the bags and your takeout box, but otherwise don’t make a move. You know better than to run. “Fiona Goode.”

The woman chuckles, baring a toothy grin. “That’s my name,” she confirms in a tone that’s as much chiding as it is teasing. “Don’t wear it out.”

You swallow thickly, looking her straight in those big, stupid glasses. You’re irked to note that your reflection in them looks a hell of a lot less intimidating than you’d like. 

“What do you want?” you ask. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

Fiona raises a single brow. If she’s at all put off by your impudence, she does well not to show it. “On your way back to the 9th Ward, I presume?”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

Fiona chuckles again. “I like you. You’ve got spirit.”

“I don’t care,” you tell her firmly, making as if to bypass her and continue on. “I’m leaving now.”

She shifts to block you, boring down on you with a shark-toothed grin. “I’ll walk with you,” she says. It’s not really an offer so much as it is a command. “After all, it’s so terribly dangerous to be out on these streets alone—pretty girl like yourself. I’m sure I’m not the first to tell you that.”

You grit your teeth, fix her with a glare. “I don’t suppose I have a choice, do I?”

Fiona throws her head back and laughs, curling an arm around your shoulders. 

It’s all the confirmation you need as she tugs you close and begins to walk down the sidewalk, forcibly dragging you along with her.  

— —

You maintain the charade for a block… maybe two. 

But the moment you’re in a less crowded locale, you jerk out of her grip and turn to face her with a snarl. “What do you want, Ms. Goode?”

“Ooh.” Fiona takes off her sunglasses, folding and tucking them into the purse on the crook of her arm. Her eyes are a gentle shade of brown, lids shaded in expensive-looking black powder. “Feisty. I can see why Marie Laveau is so taken with you.”

“So, that’s what this is about?” You shake your head, glaring off to the side where two children kick a tattered soccer ball in a grimy back alley. 

“What are you to her, exactly?” she questions loftily. 

You turn back to look her in the eye when you say, “None of your business.”

Fiona appraises you for a beat or two, then advances closer. It takes everything within you not to retreat a step, even if it’ll land you directly in the street. “Everything is my business.”

“Why? ‘Cause you’re the Supreme?”

Fiona raises a single brow. “So, she has told you everything.”

You shrug. “Not everything, I’m sure. She has her secrets, and I have mine.”

Fiona doesn’t even seem to hear you; what’s more, the way she’s looking at you… intent and probing, a morbid fascination in her beady-eyed gaze. “She must really care for you.”

Despite the way your chest flutters at her statement, you remain impassive. “Are we done here?”

Fiona’s lips twitch, threatening a smile—but she retreats a step and brandishes her sunglasses once more, sliding them onto her nose. “Yes, darling,” she coos. “I think we’re quite finished.”

Dismissed, you turn and speed-walk down to the street corner and take your first right—though, not before Fiona can call after you, “I’ll be seeing you again very soon, sweet girl.”

The moment she’s out of sight, you break into a jog. Your pills rattle in the tote, the beignets thunder around inside their little box, but you really don’t care. 

You need to get as far away from her as possible. 

— —

“She did what ?!” Marie hisses, fury alight in her gaze as she tosses a half-eaten beignet down onto her plate. There’s a bit of powdered sugar smeared above the Cupid’s bow of her top lip. Under any other circumstance, you might find that quite adorable. You still kind of do, honestly.

As it is, you have to fight the instinctive urge to wince. “Marie, it’s fine—”

“It’s not fine.” She practically spits out the last word before getting to her feet and beginning to pace—a bad sign. 

You’d decided to try slipping the whole ‘your archnemesis came to see me’ thing into the conversation as smoothly as possible when you showed up at the salon—buttering her up first with kisses and light conversation and a fresh (if not a little banged-up) beignet, then tactfully broaching the topic. 

Then again, the rage splayed across Marie’s regal features is evidence enough that it probably wouldn’t have made a difference either way. 

“That fuckin’ bitch,” she growls. “She’s got no idea who she’s messin’ with—”

“Marie, please,” you try, setting aside your beignet and getting to your feet. “You’re gonna wear a hole through the carpet.”

Marie stops briefly, glances down at said carpet—a beautiful, Persian-style rug—and promptly continues her pacing with a growl. 

“Fuck the carpet,” she snaps, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. You can’t help but lose focus for a moment at the definition of her arms… the way her muscles jump and flex with every slight moveme—Ahem. 

Focus, you scold yourself. 

“Baby, she didn’t even hurt me—”

“Yet,” Marie reviles, finally stopping her pacing to bore down on you. It’s of little consequence. You’re not scared of her. You know she’d never do anything to harm you. “She has no right to even look at you, much less—”

She stops herself there before her temper can get the best of her, inhaling deeply. 

Seeing an opportunity, you step into her space, gently tucking the stiff braids back over her shoulder until you can loop your arms around her neck. 

She looks down at you with conflict in her eyes, and you don’t dare look away. It takes a beat or two, but finally, her strong arms come to curl around your waist—pulling you flush against her body even as her arms tremble around you like you’re spun from glass, like she’s scared she’ll break you if she holds you even a little bit tighter. 

No matter. You’ll take what you can get. 

“I’m fine, Marie,” you tell her earnestly, tilting your jaw up to let her look you in the eye so she knows you mean it. “She didn’t harm me. I promise.” 

Marie purses her lips, but nods. You don’t think she quite believes you. 

“I was a little scared, sure,” you admit, keeping your body lax as her arms tighten around you—holding you impossibly closer as if to remind herself that what you’re saying is true: that you’re here, and you’re okay. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle, okay?”

You decide to save the part where Fiona said she’d be seeing you again ‘very soon’ for later—not too much later, but maybe tonight, at least. Marie’s got more than enough to worry about, and besides—there’s nothing to be done about it right now.

If Fiona Goode wants to see you, she’ll find a way—come hell or high water. 

Marie still looks torn, but eventually she nods, lowering her forehead to press against yours. “Anything like this happens again, you call me,” she says, voice trembling with emotion. “Got it?”

You lean in to place a feather-light kiss upon her lips, lingering just a little to lap up the bit of powdered sugar over her mouth. 

“Okay,” you agree once you pull away, licking any remnants of powder off your own lips with a self-satisfied grin. 

Marie huffs out a laugh even as the solemn—almost contemplative—look in her eye remains. “You’re mine, okay?” she murmurs after a quiet moment, her eyes searching yours. “Just mine.”

Immediately, you nod, lunging up for another kiss that’s wet and open-mouthed and desperate—just the way you like it. Her hands slip beneath the hem of your tank, creeping up your back until you whimper in her mouth—and fuck her, but she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, if the smirk pressing into your parted lips is any indication. 

“Yours,” you pull away to whisper breathlessly before crashing your lips back into hers, suckling the tip of her tongue just the way she likes until she lets out a groan that reverberates through your bones—setting your very body alight with desire and want.

There’s something ferocious—almost wild—about her as she backs you up against the nearest wall, assaulting your lips with kisses hard enough to bruise, and tearing at your clothes until they’re nothing but tattered bits of fabric littering the floor. 

(Whatever. You can go shopping before dinner.)

And you… well. You think that your feelings on the matter are perfectly clear—what with the way you’re whining and mewling and grinding against her thigh, smearing her tawny skin with your copious slick, begging her to let you touch her back because you need it so fucking bad. 

Hm. Maybe you should piss her off more often.

— —

end notes: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW DEFINED ANGELA BASSETT’S UPPER BODY IS??? HER ARMS ???? 

anyway, if you’ve ever been to café du monde, you know their beignets are fye. if you haven’t, you GOTTA go dude. they slap. also the french quarter (jackson square particularly) is lit at all hours of the night, especially during NOLA

also did anyone else find themselves lowkey attracted to papa legba and his super deep voice? asking for a friend

link to masterlist

[rhiannon-sweetheart]

We fell Inlove in October

Paring: Marie laveau x fem reader

Words: 105?

A/N: yes this was rushed since I’m very busy with classes and stuff but hey might rewrite this one day

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Fall started to come around the corner you were cleaning around Marie's store finishing up some touches here and there that was until she came in. You and both had a really good relationship as friends but some days you started to feel as if butterflies wanted to explode out of you (IDK what I'm doing anymore sleep-deprived 🏃‍♀️) but she noticed and decided to tease you about it here and there, most of the time she kissed you on the cheek and the forehead but as soon as she turned a corner you squealed about it.

But this day was different you finally decided to tell her so you made her way to the back and there she was sitting outside practicing her voodoo.

"Hey Marie, I have uh to tell you something"

She mentioned you to sit by her and you did you pulled up a chair and sat next to her

"So what did you want to speak about my dear?"

“I um really like you and I understand if you don’t” after you said that you practically started blabbering and that made her roll her eyes

She grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you in to kiss your lips

“There hope that answers your question dear”

[floral-and-fine]

Red Heart Ending 1

Michael Langdon x fem reader

You, Michael and Ms. Mead left the room, leaving Ms. Venable forgotten on the floor. Reaching the landing at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, your eyes fell upon the group of witches gathered below. Michael released your hand as he took a few steps forward. 

“How can any of you defeat me,” he announced, successfully drawing the attention of the witches. “When I’ve already won?” 

He stood proudly at the top of the staircase, arms resting at his sides as he casually stared his enemies down. Ms. Mead was on his left and you remained behind him. 

“You haven’t won,” Cordelia stated, her own gaze unwavering as she looked at Michael. 

“Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world,” he gestured around him. 

“It’s almost as bad as your dinner jacket,” Myrtle criticized in a snarky tone. “But at least the world can be saved.”

“By you?” He smirked. 

“By all of us,” Cordelia said, 

“Hey,” Dinah interjected. “Get the wax out of your ears. I’m here to watch.”

“But I’m not,” Coco stepped forward. Michael’s eyes shifted towards her with an unamused expression, she cowered a bit from just the look. “Just don’t let me die again, okay? It really sucked the first time.”

With clear contempt, he redirected his attention to the group.  “When I’m done,” Michael started. “You’ll all wish you were still dead,” he warned. 

“I always thought the world would end with fire and ice,” Myrtle mused. “Not witches and warlocks.”

Michael ignored the comment and continued. “The seventh seal has been broken,” he proclaimed. “Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity.” He was bursting with satisfaction. “The world has been remade in my father’s image.”

“Darling,” Myrtled laughed. “It seems daddy didn’t tell you the most important rule of bringing on the apocalypse. If you want to finish the job, the thing you have to do first is get rid of all the witches.”

“I could annihilate all of you in a second and the world would go on without missing a beat,” he threatened. “You and all of your work will be forgotten in the rubble of the past. But I want to give you a future.” 

Michael slowly lifted his arms as an invitation, “Fall to your knees and accept me as your lord and savior, and I will bring you to the table as my obedient subjects.” 

Cordelia chuckled, amused by his offer. “The only way we would sit at your table is if your decapitated head were the centerpiece.” 

“Cordelia,” Dinah began, in a soft voice. “You raised me from the dead so that you would have the power of voodoo on your side,” she walked forward and faced the Supreme. “But if you know anything about who I am, you know the only choice I’d pick would be the winner.” She made her point clear by bowing her head towards Michael. 

“You’re half right, Dinah,” Cordelia said. 

“She needed the help of a powerful voodoo queen,” the voice of Marie Laveau chuckled as she emerged from behind the group of witches. “But that ain’t you, sis.”

“To release me from hell,” Marie continued, stepping in front of the group towards Dinah. “Cordelia promised Papa Legba a soul he couldn’t resist.”

There was a pause, everyone expected for Marie to attack Dinah, but suddenly, she transmuted and appeared right behind you. 

“Nothing personal,” she muttered to you as you spun around. “But Papa prefers the innocent ones.”

Before you had a chance to act, she heartlessly ran her machete through you and pushed your body over the bannister. 

Michael’s heart dropped to his stomach as he realized what just happened. His mind almost couldn’t even process it.

Before even giving Ms. Mead a command, she removed her hand revealing the barrel of the assault rifle. However, as she was about to fire upon Marie, Cordelia uttered a spell. 

Just like that Ms. Mead exploded, her limbs and torso flying apart. The shock wave sent Michael over the bannister, crashing onto the concrete floor below, landing a few feet away from you. 

The moment Michael saw your lifeless body, he immediately felt his heart stop, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, his vision blurred as he fell to his knees beside you. His arms scooping you up from the ground, cradled you against him. 

He cupped your face and parted your lips, as he gently blew air into your mouth, concentrating all his energy into the act, but it wasn’t working. His body began to tremble, tears running down his face, as tried again and again to revive you. 

He gasped, burying his head against you as panic took over, realizing that nothing he was doing was working, that you were gone. Unabashedly, he wailed, screaming and crying so hard that his lungs began to burn. 

Michael’s head snapped up as Cordelia approached him. “Bring her back,” he demanded. “I know you can.”

She shook her head. Seeing him like this reminded her that there was a part of him, deep down, that was still human and capable of love. 

Panting, Michael looked down at your face, his fingers pushing your strands of hair out of your face. He couldn’t do this without you, he didn’t want to live without you. 

“Please,” he pleaded. “Bring her back.”

“I can’t,” She said honestly. Her powers were fading rapidly, just like how her body was wasting away as Mallory grew stronger. 

“Then kill me, I want to die with her,” he begged, his eyes still lingering on your face. 

“Even if I could kill you, your soul won’t be reunited with hers,” she explained. “Her soul isn’t in hell.”

Michael shook his head in denial. “She was supposed to be with me forever, that’s what I wanted, it’s all I wanted.”

There was a moment of silence as Cordelia watched the son of Satan sob over the body of the girl he loved. 

“What if the two of you can be together again?” She asked, kneeling down. 

He looked at Cordelia, his blue eyes swimming with emotion, his arms curling tighter around you. 

“Mallory can go back,” she revealed. “That’s our plan to fix this mess.”

“To go back and kill me?” He pieced together in a small voice. 

She nodded, “Under the right circumstances, you and y/n can be together forever.”

“The house,” he whispered.

“The house,” she repeated, confirming the idea. 

He stared hard at Cordelia, wondering if he could trust their plan, trust that they would accomplish what they were suggesting. 

“I promise,” Cordelia swore. “Both of your souls will remain in the house, we’ll even buy the property, so the two of you can remain undisturbed.”

There was no reason for her to lie, if Mallory can get back to that moment in time, both the witches and Michael could attain what they desire.

Michael pressed his lips to your forehead, inhaling deeply, as he silently vowed to be with you again. He laid you gently on the floor, placing your hands on your chest. 

“What do you need from me?” He turned facing the remaining witches. 

“Something of yours,” Myrtle instructed, reaching up, she tugged on his hair and yanked out several strands. He glared at her from the corner of his eye. “So smooth,” she murmured. 

“What else?” He pressed, wanting to get it over with.

Mallory took a deep breath and approached him cautiously. “Can you tell when to go back? A day or month?” she asked. “A moment in time to aim for.”

He took a hold of Mallory’s hand, showing her a memory from his past. 

“That’s the day,” Michael began. “The day I knew she’d stay with me forever, that she loved me unconditionally.”

He sighed, all his hard work, his purpose, his sacrifices didn’t mean anything anymore. He was literally trading everything he gained for you. He didn’t want to be alone again. 

“Here,” He reached into his jacket and handed Mallory the glass vial of pills. “Her death should be painless, it’s the least I can do.” 

She accepted the vial, holding it in the same hand that held his lock of hair

“Is that all?” he asked, his tone tired and defeated. 

Cordelia nodded, “We can take it from here.”

Michael returned to you and laid on the floor beside you, his head facing yours as he reached out and held your hand. 

…

You were quiet, so quiet with a vacant look in your eye as you stared at all the blood on the floor. You didn’t know what to do. Immediately you denied to yourself that Michael had done this, you just couldn’t accept it. 

But you couldn’t ignore the blood and bodies, you weren’t ignorant, you just felt blinded by your love for Michael.

The scariest part for you was that the dead women and blood didn’t hurt you or affect you as much as seeing Micheal so upset. 

You looked at the fear on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, and your immediate instinct was to hold him, but that was wrong wasn’t it? You weren’t supposed to love someone who could do that, but you did. 

You simply retreated back up to the room you and him shared. Your mind was preoccupied with the morality of your choices and feelings. Michael still needed you. You had to compose yourself, you had to figure out how to help him. 

Entering the bedroom, you were surprised to find a girl waiting inside waiting for you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to determine if she was another spirit or not, it was so hard to tell sometimes. She was wearing a gold headband and black dress. 

“Y/n,” she gave you a sad smile. “I need to talk to you about Michael.”

“What about Michael?”

She motioned for you to have a seat on the bed. “I need you to keep an open mind.”

She told you that her name was Mallory and that was a witch who had seen the future. She explained that her coven was working to stop the apocalypse, and that the only way to stop it was for Michael to die. 

“It’s up to you,” she placed her hand over yours. “You can do this or I’ll take care of the situation myself, either way Michael will not come out of this alive.”

You gripped the small bottle of white pills she had given you tightly.

“He really does love you,” Mallory added. 

Still staring at the pills, you heard her leave. Finally alone, you covered your mouth with your hand and choked back your tears. She made it clear that Michael was going to die either way, but you had the choice of going with him, to stay by his side. You swallowed thickly, you choice was obvious. 

“Michael?” Your voice was so soft that he didn’t hear you at first when you returned. He was curled up on the floor, sobbing.  “Michael, you should change.”

He peeked up, surprised you came back. You kept your distance, not crossing the threshold as if there was an invisible barrier. “Y/n?”

“You should change out of that,” you said again, looking at the black latex suit he was in.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Okay,” he nodded, slowly getting to his feet. 

Going into the bathroom, he noticed you had set out some clean clothes for him to change into. 

Even though you were waiting for him in the room, the fear of you abandoning him hadn’t left. Michael hadn’t expected it when his grandmother left him. Were you just waiting for an opportunity to leave him? Lull him into a false sense of security then abandon him when he least suspects it?

Michael shook his head, you wouldn’t do that. 

“She’s not going to leave,” he whispered to himself before he pulled the clean white t-shirt on and the pair of pajama bottoms you had picked out for him. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed when he emerged from the bathroom. You weren’t acting like yourself and it worried him. He noticed you hadn’t moved a muscle since he went in, you had just been staring at your hands the whole time. 

“Michael?” You murmured. “What do you think about us being together forever?”

“Forever?” Michael repeated, sitting next to you on the bed. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” you said gently, turning to look at him. Your hand cupping his cheek. “I want to be with you forever.”

Michael looked so happy, despite the redness around his eyes, a big grin formed on his face and his eyes lit up. “I want that too.”

He knew you were different. He couldn’t believe that he was so worried about you leaving him. 

“We can stay here forever, like Ben and the others,” you explained, trying your best to hold back tears. 

“Just me and you?” He asked. “You’ll never leave me?”

“Never,” You produced the bottle and opened the lid, gently shaking out a pill for each of you. 

Michael tilted his head, watching you intently. 

“These will put us to sleep, and when we wake up again, we’ll never be apart after,” you placed one in his palm. 

Michael didn’t question it, he knew what you really meant, but truth be told, this was exactly what he wanted. He just wanted to be with you, to have you love him and never have to worry about losing you. 

Simultaneously, you both swallowed your pills. 

“I love you, Michael,” you whispered, leaning forward you pressed your lips against his. 

Your fingers ran through his blonde curls as you pulled him closer while falling back on the bed without breaking the kiss. His hands found their way to your sides, fingers clinging to your body as he kissed you back. You could feel him smile against you, his lips were so soft and gentle. 

Your body suddenly felt heavy and you couldn’t open your eyes. The last thing you heard was Micheal telling you he loved you before he collapsed beside you.

…

Sun was shining through the window of the bedroom, making Michael’s blonde hair appear like strands of gold as you twirled it between your fingers. His face looked serene as he closed his eyes and a small smile formed on his lips. The two of you were resting on the bed, his head on your lap as you played with his curls. 

“You stopped reading,” he pouted with his eyes still closed. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled. “I got distracted.”

“Distracted?” He asked, peeking an eye open. “By what?”

“By you,” you cooed. “By how gorgeous you are.”

Michael laughed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “Yesterday you said it was because of how handsome I am.”

“Well,” you chirped. “You’re gorgeous and handsome, that’s why I can’t help it.”

The witches had kept their end of the bargain, Mallory saw to it. They purchased the house to keep anyone else from moving into the infamous ‘murder house’. All the other ghosts kept their distance as well, knowing what Michael was capable of. 

It really was just you and Michael forever. Your days and nights were spent together in pure bliss, constantly gazing at each other, holding hands. 

Michael tilted his head and leaned forward. You met him the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his. 

[kittenpielove]

Why aren’t there more Marie Laveau fanfics ? She was so attractive on AHS

[lana-b-bana]

FUCK ME UP! okay what about marie laveau meeting in a bar in new orleans and some sexual tension happening and some dancing all sexy and then one of them suggests they head home - enter sexiness before krnsidndkaabdd

Pulsing lights attacked your eyes when you entered the most elusive club in New Orleans. It was only open to the supernatural folk, but it was mostly visited by Marie Laveau’s group, and they would be hard-pressed to find a witch like you there. 

You blinked, taking in the dancing and the heavy bass of the music. The dark, earthy tones certainly made the club seem underground and exclusive. You calmly met a voodoo practitioner’s eyes, who was staring at you rather suspiciously. This club was shared territory, and it wasn’t your fault you wanted a good time. 

Speaking of a good time. It was time to get a drink.

After ordering a drink you did know, you swiveled on your stool and examined the room, your foot bouncing up and down to the music. Some of the dancing people moved with the steadiness of having a partner, others with the frenzy of passion, bodies moving together, skin-on-skin.

It was quite a place, and you were there to enjoy as much as you could.

Your eyes fell on a red door, behind two guards, just calling for you to enter it. The door swings open for a brief moment for a large group of people, all dressed in suits or dresses.

Luckily, you managed to see the most beautiful woman in the world. She was flawlessly clad in a white, tight dress. The beading and detail were so exquisite that it must be made by a talented fashion designer. A smirk was plastered on her face with an edge of something wild, and long, long legs are crossed over each other. She sat on a golden chair, high above everyone else—a throne, to be exact.

Powerful and alluring, were the thoughts that echoed through your head. When you saw her dismiss someone with the wave of her hand, showing her perfectly manicured fingernails, you added: dangerous.

You stopped raising your glass to your mouth when the door swung open again. You know her. Where do you know her from?

Racking your brain, the answer came to you instantly. Marie Laveau, Voodoo Queen. Of course.  

You swiveled back around and pretended not to notice her or the sweat on your brow, tarnishing your clean appearance.

A hand slid on your shoulder—a ghost of a touch—before you heard a sultry voice: “Enjoying the club, darling?”

You turned around, and there she was. You got a closer view of her, noticing her dangling earring and you blushed, hoping you didn’t get caught staring.

“Sure I am. But why are you talking to me?”

At the raise of her eyebrow, you flushed, backtracking immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! You’re just … you, Voodoo Queen, and I’m a witch. We’re not supposed to be talking.” 

Marie threw her head back and laughed. It was a short but joyous noise, which surprised you for some reason. You were expecting something darker, harsher. She placed her hand back on your shoulder and stroked it with her thumb.  

“Oh, you’re charmer, aren’t you? I don’t mind talking to you.” 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” This time, you actually meant what you said. “I’m Y/N.” You hesitated before asking, “You wanna dance?”

Marie blinked, her elegant demeanor dropping into a sheepish one. “Dance? I haven’t danced in a long time, honey.”

You tossed a bright smile her way, ignoring the way her pet name caused you to blush. “Then I’ll show you. C’mon!”

As you approached the dancing couples, your heartbeat doubled, then tripled when Marie sidled up close to you, heat radiating off of her. 

“Is this what you mean by ‘dancing’?” Her eyes were carefully composed, but you could still see the amusement in her eyes. 

You inhaled and rested your hands on her shoulder. “It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but I’m not complaining.” 

She stepped even closer, directly invading your space, and tilted her hips toward yours, eyes smoldering. “This is exactly what I had in mind.” 

“You really didn’t need me to show you how to dance, then.”

“I’m talented at everything I do, darling. If I’m being honest, I just wanted to dance with you.” 

Your hands automatically went to Marie’s waist. She was pressed against you, not even an inch of space remaining, the smell of her perfume wafting into your nose. You detected the smell of rain, underlined with something strong and earthy, and it took all of your self-control not to bury your face in her shoulder.

You gasped when Marie lowered her head and glided her teeth on your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered close and you clung to Marie for dear life, ignoring her dark chuckle.

The music was still pounding, the effects of the drink you had hitting you hard, and Marie was still dancing while focused on your shoulder. You were drunk. On everything.

Marie trailed a fingernail up and down your arm, making you shiver.  “So, should we head home now?”

“Home?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping she meant what you were thinking or else you would die of embarrassment. 

“Yes, unless you don’t want to?” A brief flash of worry appeared in Marie’s eyes. Did she push too much?

“No, no, I do.” You grinned. “Your place or mine?”