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celestialspecial · 8 months

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Vibrantly Hidden

Synopsis: Lydia has been forced to return home to live with her sisters. The well of magick runs deep in her family, despite her best efforts to avoid that aspect of herself. But strange things are afoot in the town of Crystal Falls and in order to figure out these bizarre happenings she must work alongside her enemy from a rival coven-Billy Russo.

Authors Notes: This story has been my passion project as of late and something that I maybe hope to turn into something real and tangible one day. As a special thanks for all your support I want to share it with you first :) The title is still in the works as I explore other options- input is very welcome on it!

Warnings: 18+, Witchcraft and Magick, Some horror elements, graphic descriptions, smut (use your own discernment)

Chapter One: Click your heels together three times

There were few things I’m certain of in life.

Never conjure when angry or when the moon is waning.

River spirits never forget a bargain spurned.

The Russo Coven couldn’t be trusted.

It was the near end of august, September rode in on the back of a cool breeze and yellow tinged leaves.

Sipping a slightly-too salty margarita on a wine bar patio, the glass sweating despite the soft breeze.

While most people were excited about autumn and all the treats the “-Ber months brought I couldn’t help but feel a pit of sadness at the thought of summer ending.

Ignoring reality had been my personal goal for the season and I’d done it so well. Books by the pool, painting sessions on the beach(with all the retired folks), hikes along trails covered in moss and jagged stones.

Sipping cocktails on patios like this, savoring the complex flavors and picking at charcuterie boards with cheeses whos names I butchered while ordering.

I was living the life. But with each passing day I knew I couldn’t ignore it for much longer.

After budget cuts, my position at the local art museum was no longer “essential”. Having a background in art history left one wanting for jobs in a bad way.

I should be grateful for the job posting my older sister Elizabeth had sent but when I saw it conveniently was at the local college back home I couldn’t conceal the anxiety taking root in my chest.

I’d applied haphazardly, fully anticipating another, “thank you for your interest- we’ve decided to move ahead with other candidates.”

But when I saw the “we’d love to have you come on board!” Intro line I knew my fate had been sealed.

I needed this job.

It wouldn’t be so bad living back at home for a little while until another opportunity came along, right?

My younger sister Emily was ecstatic. It almost broke my heart a little to imagine telling her I didn’t quite feel the same amount of eagerness.

I’d moved away because I wanted to feel free, to see what my life could be outside of the confines of my hometown. Outside of what I was.

I had needed space. Space in the form of multiple hundreds of miles away.

Most people grow up playing on swing sets and eating peanut butter sandwiches. Growing up in a family of witches, is something entirely different.

When you’re young and impressionable the idea of having powers, knowing there’s more to life than what most others know. It can feel feel empowering.

To me it was daunting. Exhausting. It’s not all hocus pocus and fun spellbooks or brewing potions.

I didn’t want to be me. I wanted something else.

Something normal.

The Dawson name was well known and revered in the town of Crystal Falls. We’d been here since the town was christened along with a few other families.

There’d been a Dawson Mayor, Head of the newspaper, a few doctors, even a sheriff.

If only the upstanding community was aware that the Dawson name was a coven. Not just your run of the mill one, but powerful witches, dating back centuries.

The town today had no idea that witches had laid claim to this land so many years ago.

It’s not something one can post on social media. After the debacle in Salem all the smart actual witches branched off. Some migrated to the Midwest, others searched for the west coast.

The Dawson’s had gone upwards along the east coast, becoming almost nomadic in nature until settling into a small village, close to the ocean but gently tucked into a blanket of forest.

A river cut through town giving a grand display of multiple waterfalls that ended at the nearby beach.

If you caught one of the large celestial events of comets or a grandiose full moon the river and falls seemed to glimmer and glow, taking on an ethereal hue.

Hence the name- Crystal Falls.

Our family had helped imbue protective barriers around the town alongside the Russo coven. Another family of warlocks that had also managed to stumble upon this area.

It was beautiful and charged with an uncontained wild nature that must’ve called to our ancestors in some way. And above all else- it was home.

Me and my sisters had been raised by our aunt and grandmother after our parents died when we were young.

It had been labeled an accident. Driving through the mountainous terrain to reach town was dangerous even during the brightest of days.

But there had been signs, too many for our families liking, to chalk it up to merely an accident. There were too many “magickal” elements at play to ignore.

The brand new car losing control, the large tree having conveniently fallen, after the too conspicuous lightning strike and torrential storm appearing on an otherwise clear meteorological prediction.

I tried not to think of it too long, for fear of losing myself in the grief. Too afraid of falling into the whirlpool of those feelings and drowning, never to be seen again.

“Would you like another?” The waitress asked, taking away my now empty margarita glass.

“Yes please, actually do you have anything remaining from the seasonal menu?”

“Sorry, we just finished the last of the summer sangria but we do have our fall menu out! Fig spritzer with sugared thyme and a pumpkin spice bourbon.”

Another nail in the coffin. Summer was over and I needed to face the reality of my impending trip back home. Whether I liked it or not.

Picking some random Chardonnay off the menu in silent rebellion to their fall drinks I feel a tingle in my left pinkie.

I recognize that feeling. It appears when I’m sad. Or stressed. Or angry. Sometimes when I’m happy.

I’ll be watching a Netflix show and laughing so hard on my sofa and then I feel the tingling sensation in my fingertips.

Like dipping my fingers into super icy water then immediately into hot boiling water. I catch it and breathe into the feeling.

Willing it to stop.

Some tries take longer than others. Over the years I’ve managed to muffle that part of me that yearns to escape.

A rabid dog locked in a basement waiting for the caretaker to get sloppy, lazy. Bursting past the seam of the door and bounding freely into the night.

Not today. One day perhaps. I shudder thinking about it. Or maybe it’s just the breeze, goose bumps break out along my arms and chest.

Eventually after some practiced breathing I feel the tiny reverberations cease. Returning from whence they came.

Boy how I am not looking forward to going home.

The drive back home was a scenic four hour trek through mountains and forestry that could make any camper or hiking enthusiast’s mouth water.

I’d lost count over the years how many scenic overlooks dotted the area and if there was a drinking game involving shots every time a quaint picturesque New England type village popped up on google maps one would quickly die of alcohol poisoning.

“What do you want for dinner?” Elizabeth’s text pinged on my phone that was propped on the dash hastily.

“So excited!!!!” Emily responded not two seconds later. The age dynamics were far too apparent.

I couldn’t help but grin, I loved my sisters I really do, but it’s been so long since I’d lived with them.

Elizabeth came into her magic first- understandably so, being the oldest. Grandma was so proud, seeing Lizzy carry on the Dawson legacy.

“Easy Em”

“Sorry! Sorry! Drive safe!”

I rolled my eyes, chuckling a little as I turned onto another mountain path. This added time to my trip but I just …couldn’t bring myself to take the other route. Not yet.

After another hour or so of driving I finally saw the sign for Crystal Falls, keep right for 30 miles.

A crusted slab of wood with paint peeling off of it. Emerald green and white swirls of paint beckoning any passerby to stop.

It didn’t pass my notice that a handful of trees had leaves tinged in orange, a few scattered red bursts.

Traitors.

It would be beautiful. The kiss of death to summer and its green tinged warmth. I’d even miss the bugs.

Turning down the Main Street there was a constant stream of activity. People walking in and out of shops, visitors milling around the welcome center, campers clearly here for the upcoming fall foliage unfurling comically large maps of the cave systems.

There was a gazebo at the town center, a la Gilmore girls Stars Hollow that was always decorated according to season.

I said a silent prayer of thanks seeing the sunflowers still adorning it and not hay bales and pumpkins.

Festive mums sat in fat glazed pots in front of the stores. I rolled my windows down to inhale the smell of home.

Wondering if it’d smell like how I remembered. Fresh flowers, sweet honeysuckle and that tell tale pinch of chill.

Tree branches swayed overhead with the seasonal breeze. Yellowed leaves broke off of a nearby oak and scattered into the street.

I watched as a gaggle of school girls walked over them, crunching them into the pavement without a thought.

Turning off the main causeway and into the more scenic countryside where a few vineyards with their adjoining wineries sat.

Moon Brew Farm with their delicious peach wine. Cats Tail Vineyard that created a bubbly moscato with hints of fresh blackberry.

I could feel my mouth water just imagining it, that full mouth feel. Fizzing bubbles popping on my tongue and chasing it with a panini whose sides runneth over in pale cheese.

My stomach gurgled, begging for food. I had only stopped at a Wendy’s on the way since the McDonald’s drive through had a line longer than I cared to sit in.

The remnants of a devoured chicken sandwich rested on my center console. The paper still flecked with grease and a loose pickle that somehow managed to escape my mouth.

I passed a large estate off to the left. A high arched gate cutting the drive off at the main road. The stone pillar at the end read, “Russo.” Engraved into a black marble plaque.

I drove by, right hand on the wheel, left out the window in an honorary “one finger salute ” at the disgusting excuse for a castle marring our town.

Dirt billowed behind my rickety Subaru as I finally ambled onto a gravel driveway. The popping sound of rocks being shot out from underneath my tires like rapid shrapnel alerted the ladies inside.

“Lydia!” Emily was the first to run out, screen door slamming shut into Elizabeth’s face as she jumped the porch steps completely.

Lizzy scowled, pushing the screen door out of her way like it owed her money.

“Em, what the hell?”

I tossed my car in park just in time to see Emily’s grinning face and fists tapping at my window like a madwoman.

“Can you give me like a second?” I managed a laugh, popping the door open only to be tackled in a rib cage smushing embrace.

“I missed you! So-o-o-o-o much!” Each ‘o’ was accompanied by a sway of our bodies back and forth.

Elizabeth finally reached us, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Bet you missed this.” She joked, gesturing to Emily who had wedged her face into my shoulder.

“Shuff-Upf” came Emily’s muffled response as she refused to let go. Maybe she was afraid I’d disintegrate, that I was some clever illusion instead of actually being here in the flesh.

“Missed you-“ I gave a genuine, albeit weary smile to my older sister, somehow untangling a limb to motion her into the bear hug going on.

“So glad to see you.” She relented, easing into the sister shuffle.

It felt nice. I hadn’t stopped so much to reminisce on these things when I was away. I did miss them. I did miss home. I just didn’t miss what home had meant to me for so long.

Eventually Emily peeled herself off of me and dragged me into the house, not pausing even when I nearly tripped on the porch steps.

“Luggage can wait for later!” She had stated. Dinner was ready and honestly I just wanted to unwind and zone out into a pile of amazing food.

Elizabeth and Emily got the cooking gene from our mother. I got my fathers gene of enjoying said cooking.

Chicken pot pie with a flaky crust, yams coated in golden butter, green beans sautéed with almonds and pepper and a peach cobbler with succulent fruit from the local farmers market.

“I still can’t believe you’re home and not just for a vacation but like, for good.” Emily twisted her fork into the leftover cobbler morsels, licking a crumb from her thumb.

“Not for good, just…for now.”

Elizabeth nodded sagely, catching my hesitation and being kind enough to change the subject.

“How was the drive?”

“Not bad.” I spooned a piece of chicken coated in sauce onto my plate as Elizabeth took another bite of green beans. “I see tons of campers are already here. Don’t they know it’ll be weeks until fall foliage actually appears?”

“The mayor has been trying to push for more summer into fall events to draw in the crowds.”

“Yeah Elizabeth’s boyfriend has really been overhauling the event planning thing.”

“He is NOT my boyfriend.” Her cheeks turned almost as red as her hair. “It’s about time we had a member of the council actually give a shit about our town and its livelihood.”

Emily dramatically sighed, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead and fluttered her eyelashes. “Yes whatever would we do without dear Sebastyan.”

“The crab?” I smirked, reaching my fork towards another yam. Lizzy pulled the plate away giving me that older sister, raised eyebrow look. It spelled out “watch it” clear enough for me to relent.

“Don’t you start with me.”

Dinner wraps up with each of us carrying a Handful of dirty dishes into the kitchen. Piled high into the sink with an unspoken agreement to get to them tomorrow.

I watch the two of them joke and share inside info about their planned week ahead. Things I’d know if I lived here. Schedules that would make sense to me but are now new and unknown.

The two of them continue their conversation as I teeter my messy plate on top of an empty glass that once contained a milkshake. It feels weird to hear their voices in person again. The last time I was home was maybe two years ago? For Christmas?

Elizabeth is just as elegant as I remember. Tall, long red hair swept up into a modest pony tail. Barely a smudge of makeup on her but soft pale skin with a dash of freckles across her high cheekbones.

I remember standing on my tippy toes when we were little, getting measured against the doorframe, hoping and praying I’d grow as tall as my older sister.

Fate didn’t pay attention to my pleas. My body threw in the towel the minute I struck 5’3”. Cruel, if I’m being honest. She whisks about the kitchen making a funny face at something Emily said.

It feels like I’m in a fishbowl, hearing noises, knowing someone is speaking but it just sounds muffled and foreign to me. Like I’m not really here.

Emily makes another comment that pulls a laugh from Elizabeth. Emily has always been a lightning bolt. Even when she was a child. Her hair is cut into a blunt bob with thick heavy bangs. It’s dyed a dark brown that almost matches her hot chocolate colored eyes.

She’s maybe an inch shorter than me, a rarity in our family that the oldest sibling is actually the tallest. My younger sister however has a face full of makeup. It never looks to be too much, always tastefully done and complimenting her features.

They’ve changed so much and not at all from when I last saw them. From the pictures I’d had hanging in my apartment that now sit in a storage facility.

I feel the bubbling tightness in my chest and I’m yanked from my misty eyed staring. Being around them, their energy, I can feel parts of me clawing to get out. Like taking a spray bottle to a pesky cat, I shove it down.

Emily turned in first, working at a bakery requires her to be up before the sun. She gives me a quick hug once more.

“I really am excited you’re home…for however long.” Before starting up the stairs, sounds of the shower turning on and soft lilting singing to some show tune carries throughout the halls.

“Wine?” Elizabeth holds a glass up with a bottle of cherry wine, the deep scarlet liquid looks intoxicating.

“Please.”

We retreat to the porch as the last rays of sunset disappear behind the trees leaving that unsettling light blue that comes before navy then black.

The old rocking chairs groan as we take our seats. The sound the cork popping makes echoes throughout the woods surrounding the house.

I never forgot how quiet it gets. The crickets had just started their nightly serenade and a few owl hoots call out from a distance.

She pours me a hefty glass of the wine, handing it to me as we both delicately lean forward in our rickety chairs, balancing bottle and glasses.

Dozens of long shadows climb out from all around us. Reaching towards the front steps and skittering along the warped floorboards.

If I close my eyes it feels like I can even hear them calling out to me. Where have you been? Why have you been gone so long?

Every leaf, branch, blade of grass blending together to create large charcoal swaths against the forest floor. It both chills and excites me.

“It is nice, ya know? To have you home for more than four days at a time.”

I feel myself shaken from my stupor. Mind slowly drifting back to where it’s supposed to be in the present. On the porch. With my sister.

For the first time in years.

“You say that now since I’ve only been here for a few hours.” I take a long sip of the wine and let the fruity flavors dance on my tongue.

“I’m serious.” I hear her rocker stop creaking, her eyes focused on me. Like burning sapphires. I’d always been jealous of her eyes. “I think this…this will be good for all of us.”

I watch her take a drink before continuing, “We have a lot to catch up on.”

I ponder in silence, running my fingertip along the wine glass’ lip. For a little there’s only the sound of our rockers moving back and forth.

Occasionally I’ll hear the sounds of Emily getting ready for bed upstairs. A single car drives past on the road, far enough we can’t make it out save for the headlights.

The vibrant ripples of yellow cutting through the trees then fading into the distance. The trees gobble up the remaining light.

“How’s work been?”

Elizabeth smiles, pouring a little more wine into her cup. I notice as she sips deeply, letting her eyelids drift shut, pondering how to respond.

“It’s been good. I travel a little for work more now than usual but it’s ok. Rewarding.”

“I couldn’t do it. Be a midwife.” She nodded thoughtfully at my comment, staring off into the ever darkening tree line.

The moon is out, but I watch as it quickly becomes obscured by passing clouds.

“It can be tough, but I have this gift. It feels selfish to not use it. At least in a way that brings purpose to my life.”

I found myself nodding and staring off as well. Elizabeth is a healer, ever since she was little she had a knack for it. Never getting colds, being able to concoct awful tasting potions that somehow worked and cured a multitude of things.

Every witch can do basic magic but more often than not, there’s a specialty. A gift that is unique to that person.

Some people get lucky with theirs. Others not so much.

“You can go on the road with it. Really explore your options.”

“I do have over a hundred 5 star yelp reviews.” She grinned toasting her glass to the air.

“Elizabeth Dawson-“ I held my hand in front of me, punctuating gestures as if reading a headline, “Midwife To The Stars!”

We both giggled and took another sip after sloppily ‘cheers-ing’.

“Ahhhh I don’t know if California or New York is for me.” She chuckled, twisting a strand of her dark red hair held by her ponytail.

I settle back into my seat, rocking back and forth, pushing with my heels and feeling the entirety of my foot flatten then pitch back.

“Soooo Sebastyan?”

“Don’t start with me already.” Liz smirked at me, dipping her fingers in the wine glass and flicking a few drops in my direction.

Maybe this was ok. Maybe this would be ok.

How silly and naïve I was.

After half an hour of sitting on the porch and enjoying the entire bottle of wine, the sky had fully morphed from navy to inky black. The local owl continued to hoot, a rhythmic sound that I could feel myself drifting off too.

Elizabeth had already placed her glass on the counter by the sink, turning in for the night. Flipping the porch light off and only on occasion would the motion sensor light by the back door turn on.

Squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons maybe even a coyote or two always liked to wander up by the back door and sniff around our trash bins. I sat up reading in the living room a while longer, not quite ready to face my old room.

Instead choosing to inspect the first floor, wondering what new things I could pick out from the décor. A small painting of Emily’s rabbit, Artimus that was clearly done on a wine and paint night.

Large bookshelves lined the backwall surrounding the TV, so many books from Elizabeth’s studies, health magazines spread along the coffee table.

A wreath with some greenery bearing white berries and red bow, a few old coffee tins and tea containers holding either flowers or some assortment of pens and paintbrushes.

So much was the same and yet I still felt like an outsider.

Surrendering to the reality I did need to go to bed I gathered my phone, book and flicked off the last of the remaining lamps to ascend the stairs.

Our gallery wall floated along the steps. Photos of almost every generation of our family lay plastered against the drywall that desperately needed repainted.

Our parents wedding day, their smiling faces. Moms bright blue eyes and Dads goofy grin in his tuxedo which was so chic in the eighties. Then came photos of Grandma and Aunt Cora.

I quickly shuffled past them. I had weeks, no, months, to look at these and let the waves of guilt wash over me. Not tonight. Not before bed anyways.

Padding across the plush carpet to my bedroom, the door ajar and bedside lamp on. No doubt from Elizabeth. It didn’t escape my notice the bundle of lavender and dill laid on my pillowcase.

For protection. I hold the small bundle in my lap a moment, searching my mind for the exact spells its used for. My grandmother would have a fit if she knew it was taking me this long.

What can I say? I’ve been living life as a normal human for the past ten years to the best of my ability. Ignoring anything magickal or otherwise. I’d even avoided palm readers at the local county fairs I’d gone to.

I wanted little to nothing to do with magick. Regardless of how deep it ran in our family. I lay the bundle down on the end table right next to my phone.

Please protect me from bad dating app messages.

A stack of clean towels and beauty products rested on the toilet seat in the bathroom. I pulled my hair back into a low bun, splashing water onto my face and rubbing some milky cleanser that I knew had to be Emily’s onto my skin.

It smelled fragrant, like lemons and a sweet sugary after scent. Glancing up to survey the damage from the long day on my face, expecting to see dark circles, dull dry skin, but instead I looked fine. I looked normal.

Turning the cleanser over in my hands wondering if it had some “extra” properties in it that I wasn’t aware of but my younger glamorous sister did. I couldn’t see anything outside the ordinary.

I didn’t sense anything off.

Shrugging and placing it back on the counter, before returning back to my bedroom. Allowing myself to fall heavily against the mattress, a comical ‘huff’ escaping my lips. This was it. I was here.

For however long I needed to be. My fingertips ran up along the hem of the quit on my bed. Feeling the bumps of stitches along the pads of my fingers, the different textured fabrics. My eyes felt heavy.

Sleep called to me, sweet and deep. The edges of my vision blurred and darkened. With the last of my remaining alertness I turned the lamp off. I felt that deep heaviness fall over me.

In the far-off distance I could hear the owl once more. Then it was truly silent.

The back-sensor light came on. I whined as my room was immediately filled with a bright fluorescent light.

“What the hell...” I rubbed at my eyes, still not adjusted to such a bright searing light all of a sudden. Then I heard something knock against the garage. It didn’t sound like a skunk, or a raccoon.

Unless it was a huge raccoon.

Doubtful.

Pushing off of the bed I crouched down, making my way to the window. The curtains were sheer and the blinds were up. Peering around the side I craned my neck to see what was out there.

It was quiet. So startlingly quiet. No fauna chirping or calling out into an otherwise peaceful night.

The light was still on, but there was nothing in the yard. No animals, no creeps. Nothing.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck perk up. A green spark tickled the end of my fingertips and I didn’t even attempt to shove it away. My body knew there was something out there.

We’re so used to being the predator, never the prey. My eyes continued to scan back and forth, wondering if I needed to let one of my sisters know something was up.

Maybe this was normal? Did the light just randomly turn on from time to time? Ya know- technology? So efficient.

If that was the case why did I feel so…off? Something, isn’t right. Then I see it.

A flicker so fast that I’m half certain my mind made it up. Back in the tree line by the back of the garage, a different kind of darkness.

Not the shadows I had seen earlier from the trees on the porch. This is more opaque. It seems to undulate as it moves along the back of the yard. It doesn’t glide but rather jerks.

I feel my heart begin to race.

Its pace is slow, unseemly. Shadow against shadow and yet I can see it clear as day. Blackness that swallows the night whole. It’s form shivers and writhes against a large oak.

I must be dreaming. Yes. I’d fallen asleep and now I am dreaming something up that isn’t there. What a funny story I’ll have to tell my sisters in the morning.

But to be sure…

I grab my phone, sliding my finger across the screen to bring up the camera, pointing it out the back window. Somehow in the few moments it took me to grab my phone its gone.

The shadow isn’t where I last saw it. I am dreaming. I set my phone back down and then I see it. Or rather, it sees me.

It sees me, seeing it. And my body goes rigid.

Black malformed nothingness creeping along the garage and staring at me. Its featureless, save for cold pinpricks of red where eyes should be.

Red and beady, almost like light reflecting against an animals eyes.

It glows, but maybe anything would look glow-y against such a stark backdrop. The blood in my body runs like ice. The goose bumps have moved to my arms as well.

I don’t know how long we stare at each other. Maybe three seconds, maybe five minutes. I blink for the first time in I don’t know how long and when I stare back its gone.

Really gone this time.

I must have scanned the backyard and the fence and the woods and the garage multiple times for over ten minutes. I see nothing. My head feels fuzzy. Like I’d taken a large sleeping pill and have been fighting the effects for too long.

I hoist myself back into bed, because I am too afraid to go out there and check. Too tired to wake my sisters. It feels like my limbs have been replaced with sacks of flour.

Heavy, soft, the weight bringing me down. Pushing me against the mattress. I’m exhausted and alert and my body doesn’t know which to indulge more.

Eventually sleep wins and I drift off into a fitful night filled with dreams of sharp shadows following me. And one with red eyes leading the chase.

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I Put A Spell On You | Trifecta

↳ Warlock Jimin x Witch f.Reader | Warlock Jungkook x Witch f.Reader ⤜ Friends/Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,143 ⚠️ Dub-con. Spitroasting. Blood/blood play. Biting/marking. Rough/forceful sex. Power play. Degradation & praise. ⇽ Previous Chapter ◅ Back to chapter list

The moon is a ruddy crimson overhead. The shadowed center makes it look like a giant red eye looking down on the debauchery happening in the glen. Jimin's right when he says you wanted to be part of a Trifecta once. In fact, it was all you dreamed about for the longest time. All throughout high school and into university, you obsessed over it. Even through the fuzz of the Imperium potion, deep down inside, you can feel a sliver of your own desire for the power that will come with forming this bond with Jimin and Jungkook. That might scare you even more than the predatory way they both are looking at you right now.

"Do me a favor, love, and make it comfortable for us here in the glen," Jimin requests, his voice dripping sweetness in your ear.

You think of warmer weather. "Temperatus." The spell command comes easy, pulling on the strings of your inner well and manifesting a balmy atmosphere around you.

Jungkook sighs in contentment. "That's heavenly. I knew you were powerful, but damn, that's something extra special," he muses, stripping out of his leather jacket and white t-shirt. Your body warms quickly with the temperature increase, the fall chill no longer touching anything within twenty feet of you.

In a few short moments, Jimin and Jungkook are both down to their own naked glories. Their bodies are lithe, cut, and powerful under the glow of the blue torches and faint crimson blush from the moon. This isn't the first time you've seen Jimin naked, but it is the first time you've seen Jungkook like this. There is a niggling in the back of your mind, a defiant line of thinking that wants to rebel at the indecency. It's an odd sensation, being able to have coherent thoughts but not being able to act on them. You can't help but think if this is how the Imperium potion works for everyone. It's not like you've ever been dosed with it before so you don't know from personal experience and you can't say you've ever had the opportunity to talk to one of the individuals dosed by Jessel, either.

Producing a large blade, Jimin steps up beside you still restrained on the altar, cutting off your internal thoughts. "How about we make you a bit more comfortable, huh, love?"

Inside you say no but you nod the best you can with your head still hanging off the edge of the stone block anyway. The muscles in your neck are already feeling taught and achy from trying to hold your head up to keep yourself from getting dizzy. The sound of the blade slicing through your shirt sends a shiver down your spine. Your left foot is lifted up, Jungkook's strong fingers working quickly at the laces of your boot. It thumps to the ground before he grabs up the other and does the same. It barely registers to you that Jimin runs the tip of the blade along your sternum, right under the band of your bra. You really like this bra.

"Don't," you manage to fumble out, snagging for a momentary grip on your sanity. The murkiness from the Imperium potion rolls back in just as soon as the word passes your lips.

Jimin gives you a sharp look, the blade poised right between your breasts. "Don't? That potion is supposed to be impossible to beat back. Did you do something to screw it up? You better not have lied to me."

You don't want to answer, but fighting against speaking is nearly as effective as trying to chew off your own tongue. "No," you grit passed clenched teeth. It should be impossible to resist the potion. There is only one species in existence that has ever been able to. "I made it just the way Jessel taught me to."

Jungkook harrumphs, snapping the button off your jeans when it doesn't open easily under his fingers. The zipper receives a similar treatment before he's yanking the denim down your thighs and tossing them to the side. Just like Imperium, Relaxant is impervious to natural will, it can't be countered without outside means...unless you're- well, you're not so it doesn't matter. "Sounds to me like your little witch has a secret," he narrows his eyes, glaring at you as he rips your panties off. The cotton fabric leaves stinging welts along your hips with the force at which they're torn away. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes.

"Impossible," Jimin shakes his head, snicking the band of your bra with the knife, "I would know if she had even the smallest bit of Seraph in her system." The material peels back and your breasts pop free and settle with a jiggle. Jungkook doesn't look so sure of Jimin's assurance, but he just shrugs and steps over the small moat to rummage through a bag off to the side. You try to track them both with your eyes, but it becomes increasingly harder with how heavy your head feels.

"I got the chalice. Also, lavender, sage, and three jade crystals," Jungkook lists off the items in his hands, setting them beside you on the altar. "You memorized the symbols, right?"

Even with his eyes black as the night, you know Jimin is rolling them from the way his shoulders tense and then sag with annoyance. "You just worry about your part and I'll worry about mine. Goddess, Jungkook, act like you have a little trust in me. I'm about to make all your dreams come true for fucks sake." He snatches up the chalice, holding it up just high enough so you can see it. You recognize it and a cold thread of fear settles in your belly. It's Jessel's hexing chalice, a powerful vessel carved from the bones of a Salem witch. It's easily the most powerful implement within the coven, and these assholes want to use it during the Trifecta ritual. Fuck.

"Demon asshole," Jungkook mutters under his breath. "Okay, little witch, time for a taste." He licks his lips and moves to stand at your head. "Just relax for me, this will only hurt for a moment but then I promise it'll feel good."

You've never been bitten by a vampire before, but you've heard stories. They don't do it justice. Jungkook stoops down beside you, one hand braced on your sternum, the other cupping the back of your head. "Get on with it and don't be greedy, we need her to be conscious." Jimin's snarking comment registers only faintly, your attention is so focused on the beast looming before you.

Jungkook's eyes have taken on a crimson tinge, a bloody ring surrounding the natural brown. "Maybe once all this is over you'll be able to forgive us and I can ask you on a proper date," he murmurs into your ear as he draws closer. "The bite of a vampire can be addicting," he continues, his nose brushing against your frantic pulse, "So, I won't hold it against you if you become obsessed with me. I'll indulge all those naughty vampire fantasies I know you read about. Jimin told me all about your secret bookshelf." His chuckle is dark and full of promise, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. No, it's not thrilling. You lament internally, berating your body for its reaction; not sure if it can be entirely blamed on the potion or not.

His cold lips press into your clammy skin first. Wetness slides along your neck and you realize he's licking you. It's like a melting ice cube skimming over you. Your mind is trying to remember whether or not the neck is truly an erogenous zone or if the sudden heat swelling in the pit of your stomach is because you're about to be sick. You can feel his mouth opening, his lips pulling back and the thin, sharp line of his teeth settling against the side of your throat.

You gasp and shudder. Pain flares brightly for a moment before it's replaced by what you could only describe as ecstasy. Your entire body feels soft and gooey, but taut and on edge at the same time. There are warring emotions and flitting feelings creating a blurring cyclone within. The well inside you surges up, seeking. Jungkook moans, the sound vibrating along your neck. You can feel the way he sucks your blood into his mouth. The slight suctioning strums directly down to your clit. He might as well be face down between your thighs, but instead, it feels like a phantom lover is worshiping you on the altar.

Jungkook finally pulls away. Warmth gushes along your neck, weeping into your hair from the angle, when his lips leave you. Jimin immediately steps forward and grabs the chalice, holding it out to Jungkook who leans over and promptly empties his mouth into the cup. He's back at your neck nearly as quickly, laving his tongue over the small punctures there, sealing them and stopping the trickle of blood running into your hair.

"Now, me," Jimin instructs with impatience clearly in his tone.

When Jungkook straightens up and swings back around to face Jimin your eyes widen in surprise. You're at the perfect height to see the raging erection he's now sporting. It sways and bobs as he moves, like a hypnotic pendulum. The head is blushed a pretty purple, thanks to the soft blue light emanating from the torches. Jungkook snatches Jimin's free hand, yanking his wrist to his lips. He's not gentle the way he was with you. His teeth viciously sink into Jimin's wrist, easily rending the flesh like wet paper. Jimin hisses, his brow scrunching and lips twisting. The expression on his face shifts, now hovering between pain and pleasure.

"Blegh, it's like licking a dirty fireplace," Jungkook grimaces after spitting a mouthful of Jimin's blood into the chalice to join yours. "You taste much better when you're not geeked out with horns." The idea that Jungkook knows what Jimin tastes like already is like a plumping gloss being spread over your lips, just not the ones on your face. Based on what your body experienced when Jungkook bit you, you can only imagine what would have transpired between these two following that.

Jimin snorts a laugh, his now evident erection jerking with the action. "Whatever. Hurry up, it'll take a while for me to do the symbols."

Jungkook takes his left wrist between his teeth and then adds his own blood to the chalice. You realize he doesn't close the punctures on Jimin's wrist or his own, but the blood has already stopped flowing from their wounds. It's not fair they can heal like that, it definitely puts a damper on the revenge plot bubbling in the back of your mind. How do you kill supernaturals that heal almost instantly?

You jolt when you feel smooth skin pressing against your own. Jimin nudges your knees open, pressing in so tightly you can feel his erection nestle against the apex of your thighs. It's still warm from your temperature enchantment but a cold sweat breaks out along your brow. The words 'harmless fuck' echo in your mind with a brief moment of clarity. You're naked, they're naked...you know what is required for a true Trifecta bonding and it's just now really setting in. Your internal will beats against the purple haze from the potion. It's a fruitless effort, like trying to hold water in a mesh bucket. There are minor moments of cognizant freedom but it doesn't last long as it slips through the cloudy mush and trickles away over and over again.

Warm wetness trickles onto your stomach as Jimin tilts the chalice above you. He begins an incantation, the words are harsh and guttural, a language you've only heard in passing. The last time you heard someone speak Infernal, it was during a shady back alley summoning that Jimin dragged you to. Not your brightest moment, that's for sure. It scared the hell out of you but had Jimin smiling ear to ear. The Trifecta ritual incantation can be spoken in any language, but depending on the language chosen it can impact the effectiveness of the bond itself. Most records of Trifecta bonds report they're done in either English or Latin. You're not sure what kind of impact Infernal is going to have.

You open your mouth to speak, to try to cut off his words, but you end up gnashing your teeth together instead. His slender fingers swirl in the combined blood mixture he dripped onto your stomach. All the heat you felt previously from Jungkook's bite has been replaced with sterilizing and potent fear. You can hear Jungkook inhale a deep breath from beside you. His erection bobs in your peripheral. Your wide eyes are locked onto Jimin as he continues to trace bloody symbols onto your body. The lines and curls of the ritual markings extend from your throat to the tops of your thighs.

"You're so beautiful, little witch," Jungkook murmurs into the quiet after Jimin's voice trails off and his bloody work on your body is done. Jungkook's words shouldn't make you feel anything, but the number of times he's uttered about how beautiful you are tonight has a warm sensation filtering into your limbs. You blame the potion. It has to be the potion.

Jimin repeats the incantation and symbol on his own body. You watch, transfixed, as he dips his finger into the skull chalice and swirls his finger over the ridges of his abdomen and chest. His eyes flutter shut occasionally and the rise and fall of his chest has increased. "JK," he rasps once he's finished.

Jungkook crowds in closer to the altar. One of his hands absently fondles your breasts, avoiding the bloody glyphs, as Jimin begins to repeat the process over his form. As the words trail off once again, they're both panting softly with their eyes locked on one another. "Now the fun begins," Jungkook smirks. His tongue darts out and swipes over his lips before he shuffles around the altar and comes to stand back at your head. "I hope you're not a gagger, little witch."

Jimin sets the chalice beside you on the altar and arranges the lavender, sage, and jade crystals in a way you can't see. "It's time, love," Jimin informs you, his voice soft and sweet in comparison to how it was just moments ago. You can hear the wet sounds of something coming from his direction but it's so hard to hold your head up that you're able to only catch the faintest glimmer of red before you sag back down. His hips roll against yours gently, bringing warm wetness with them, but the way his thick cock presses between your folds might as well be a violent slap to your senses. "You're going to repeat after me, okay?" Wet fingers probe at your body, worming around Jimin's cock and slowly slipping into you then pulling back out. It takes immense effort to not shudder with pleasure and want from the small intrusion.

Jungkook tilts up your head. One of his thumbs flicks over your bottom lip and your tongue peeks out to tease his digit of its own accord. "Okay," you whisper even though you want to scream a stun spell at him instead.

He begins slowly, enunciating each syllable. The Infernal language is not meant for mere witch tongues, but somehow it flows easily from between your lips. Jimin's eyes narrow just a fraction but he doesn't stop the incantation. You're faintly aware of Jungkook whispering the words from above you as well. This part of the Trifecta bond is where wedding vows originated. You may not know the Infernal language, but you know these words all the same. They're promises of devotion and power. There are only two things more powerful than a Trifecta bond, being soulmates among like-paranormals and a mated pair between shifters. You once thought you might discover that Jimin was your soulmate, that you just needed to be patient and let Fate and the Goddess guide you. Where are The Goddess and Fate now, when you need them the most? Is this really what they want for you? Your mind is drifting with these thoughts but your lips keep moving, pushing the words of the final rites into existence.

Silence rings out when you finish. Not even the sounds of insects break the moment. What comes next could be considered a mockery of the archaic practice known as marital consummation. Really, it's the baring of your soul. There aren't many things more physically and emotionally intimate than sharing your body with another being. With one last push to break through the fog and stop this, you latch onto a small slip of coherency.

Victory shines in your eyes, warmth fills your belly in triumph. The clarity holds, somehow you've forced yourself beyond the effects of the Imperium potion. Now, all you need to do is utter one word. Your lips part, the spell you need to stop all of this forms in the back of your throat. The word turns to ash in your mouth, the only thing that escapes is an airy gasp as Jimin snaps his hips forward and fills you completely. The intrusion and violation are accompanied by alien sensations of wicked pleasure.

"Fuck," Jimin curses, hands palming the backs of your thighs with your knees up. "I knew this would be good. You've been holding out on me, keeping this sweet pussy all to yourself like a selfish little bitch. Not anymore, you're our whore now. Isn't that right, love?" He retreats and surges into you again, quickly setting an impressive pace that has your arms straining in the iron bands and your ass digging into the rough stone lip of the altar.

Your voice finally starts to work. "Termi-," your yell gets cut off by Jungkook's hand slapping over your mouth. Jerking as hard as you can, you try to dislodge Jimin from between your thighs. Jimin snarls and shifts his hands to clamp onto your hips instead. He continues to pump into you, forcing your body against the altar.

"What the fuck, Jimin? A curse?!" Jungkook growls, baring his teeth at the other man over you. "She almost just-".

"I know what she almost just did!" Jimin cuts him off. You can hear his harsh breaths sawing in and out of his lungs with the exertion he's putting into fucking you and trying to talk, too. "It shouldn't be possible," he hisses. "But, if she is able to break through the effects of the potion then that's just another bonus for us. Part witch, part Seraph...think of the power we'll get once the Trifecta is complete. Get your dick in her mouth and finish this," his words fumble out, mixed with huffed moans and grunts.

"You better not be lying to me," Jungkook grunts to himself. He moves his other hand to the hinge of your jaw and presses harshly with his thumb. "Curses aren't my kind of foreplay. I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth, little witch, if you try to utter another curse or bite me, I'll snap your neck. If we have to, we'll bond with your corpse then leave you here. It'll be weeks before the coven comes back. What with the terrible things that happened to sweet, innocent Rebecca and all," he chuckles darkly with her name, "It'll be too late for you then, your body will have already begun to decay. You'd get to add zombie to your identification card. So, play nice for me." You wonder if the illusion is still holding strong or if this is really Jungkook showing his true colors.

Your body rocks with the force of Jimin fucking you. The iron bands around your arms, securing you to the altar, bite into your flesh from the strain the movements cause. No matter how much you fight it, even with your head clear of the purple cloud, your body still betrays you. The thought of taking Jungkook into your mouth has saliva pooling around your tongue. You could blame the lingering effects of his bite, but even that has dissipated. The bite of pain from the shackles, the way Jimin's cock rubs along your walls, and the fervent way Jungkook is staring at you like you're The Goddess incarnate has a different kind of feeling building inside. Your well of magic wants to reach out and claim these beings, dragging in streamers of their magic and adding it to your own. Plus, fighting fire with fire might teach these assholes not to fuck with you in the future.

A muffled moan sounds against Jungkook's palm, unbidden from your throat. "Be a good little whore and just accept it," Jimin gives with his own moan. "Don't forget I know all about your fantasies, love, I know you like this, you want this. Give up control and submit before your Goddess!"

Your eyes meet Jungkook's above you. They're still tinged in crimson, if anything the bloody ring has grown. "It's okay to want to be bad, little witch. It doesn't mean you're broken," he ends in a whisper, his eyes softening into something resembling adoration. His thumb that's pressed into your jaw gives a soft, coaxing rub. Definitely the illusion you think. "Open up for me."

The hand over your mouth slowly pulls away, sliding to cup the other side of your face. For a moment, you think his guard is down enough you could get the entire Terminus curse out in time, but you find yourself opening your mouth in silent invitation instead. A throbbing sensation engulfs your lower stomach as Jimin rewards you with a thumb pressed to your clit, swirling small circles over the bundle of nerves. You give him a quick glance through the valley between your bouncing breasts. He's magnificent. Sweat glistens with a blue hue on his skin. The blood-coated muscles along his shoulders and chest are bulging with his exertion. Pitch-black eyes lock onto yours, lips parted enough that you can see the gleam of his teeth as he pants and moans softly.

You glance at the sky above you. The moon is nearing its zenith, lunar energy radiating so powerfully that you can feel it tingling along your skin. It heightens the pleasure. The sensations flowing along your nerve endings spark and undulate with each breath you take. As you settle back, letting your head fully rest into Jungkook's hands and your tongue slide over your bottom teeth, you can't help but acknowledge that they may not have actually needed the Imperium potion after all; the power and pull were always there, you were just scared of the depravity. Though, you can guarantee that their actions will have consequences, they just don't know it yet.

Jungkook nudges the head of his cock against your waiting tongue. The chill of his body is a welcome balm to the heat blaring through you. The angle is odd, tilting your head back as far as it'll go, in order to let Jungkook slide into your mouth like this. You close your eyes against the dizzy wave that consumes you from your head hanging upside down. It might be unusual for you, but Jungkook groans in approval when he easily slips into the back of your throat. The glide is smooth and linear, allowing him to go further than you'd normally be comfortable with. A chill sets in your tongue, reminiscent of sucking on a melting popsicle.

You can feel Jungkook shift, his body pressing over top of yours. A moan vibrates in the back of your throat as his wet tongue swipes over one of your nipples. He nibbles and sucks, earning an approving grunt from Jimin before moving his attention to your other breast. You squirm as much as you can while pinned between them. If your hands were free, they'd be buried in Jungkook's hair or scraping your nails over Jimin's chest. Instead, you clamp your fingers around the lip of the stone to further lock your hands in place, giving your body added stability so you can rock up to meet Jimin's hips.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps when you flex up to meet him. "That's right, fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty magical whore you are." His hips stutter as you do it again. His thumb begins to rub harsher circles over your clit and your walls contract around him in response. Another moan peals from his lips. "I'm close," he manages out with another sound of pleasure. "I can feel the power surge coming, the moon is calling to us."

Jungkook sucks your nipple into his mouth and you can feel the sharp line of his teeth glide over your skin. He continues his assault on your mouth, making an ache settle in your jaw with how wide you're having to keep your mouth to accommodate him. His taste is sweet on your tongue, like warm spice cookies. The flavor contrasts with the ice of his skin and it drives your senses into overdrive. You work your tongue around the crown each time his hips retreat, then hollow your cheeks and suck when he thrusts back in.

Your chest heaves with the surmounting, combined forces in and around your body. The precipice is so close, you can feel the edge coming closer as the moon just begins its crest. With the next flex of your hips, you use the momentum from Jimin's body to push your chest up against Jungkook's mouth still sucking your nipple. He gives a startled jerk as you force his teeth to indent into your flesh and they make the smallest pricks that bubble blood instantly. Your body shudders in response.

The moon hangs directly above, a temptress dressed in crimson. Like a lost sailor at sea, you give in to its siren call. Power floods your system, immediately sending you over the edge. You cry out around Jungkook's cock which is now pumping thick strands of cum into the hollows of your cheeks. It floods your mouth with sticky sweetness that you swallow down around a pleasured scream. Jimin's body locks tightly against yours, fingers bruising on your hips as he pumps his own release deep inside you. Your walls flutter, contracting and milking him with force.

Numbness settles along your bones. Time feels suspended. Slowly, a burning begins at the tips of your toes and fingers. Within moments your entire body feels inflamed. The well of power inside you bubbles and boils; pops of magic sizzle through your muscles. Jungkook pulls back, strands of bloody saliva drip from his bottom lip and down his chin. "Goddess," he whispers with a curse, "the power..." His hips retreat and his half-hard cock slowly slides from your mouth. You gasp in a lungful of air that instantly bats aside the desire to punch him for not moving quickly enough.

Jimin pries his fingers from their grip on your hips before he staggers back. His flagging erection pulls free with a gush of cum and mixed arousal. You can feel it begin to slide down your ass. "It's divine." He throws his head back and laughs, his whole body shaking, arms thrown wide. "Fucking Hell, that's exactly what I needed."

You clear your throat, catching both of their attention. "Right," Jungkook has the gall to actually look apologetic. His strong fingers make quick work of the iron bands holding your arms. "Sorry," he mutters, "you know we didn't mean any harm, we just couldn't help it- it's the blood moon, er- the power and stuff, you know? I mean, you wanted it too, right? So, no harm." You don't acknowledge his explanation, much less his apology. It's not like he sees the truth yet anyway; but, oh he will.

Working your limbs slowly, you shift until you're seated on the altar. Your hair is a mess, your body aches, and the well of power inside you aches with a vigor that's never been there before. You can feel the added power, the strength you took from both Jimin and Jungkook during the Trifecta bonding, but there's also something else; something more potent.

You slide off the altar onto steady legs and take a few steps away, stepping over the shallow stream. It's hard to settle on any single thought right now, there is so much to think about and consider. But, there is one thing you know for certain; your revenge plan begins now. They're both shuffling around behind you, pulling on their clothes. You can hear the distinct slide of fabric over their skin. It feels like it's gliding along your own. The Trifecta bond is a soul-deep connection that gives you all the insight you need. They're both nervous. You can tell by their stilted breathing and the slight tremors in their hands as they do up their zippers. They should be nervous- afraid. Just as you can now feel their power, they can feel yours. They can feel everything.

With a slow turn, you face them again. "Listen, I kno-," Jimin begins but you throw up a hand and his words are cut off.

"Pareo." You put as much power and command into the spell as is safe. Even still, you can tell it burns along their conscious minds, leaving a mark that will take a while to wear away. They both still, bodies quivering with the need to obey you. Sure, you're not supposed to use this particular spell, as it has some interesting side effects such as mindless devotion that may or may not linger longer than a spell typically should...but, no one can stop you, least of all these two assholes. You close the distance between you, coming to stand right in front of them both. They're still shirtless. The evidence of their diabolical plan is plain for you to see. The blood coating their upper bodies has mostly dried into a dark stain that's cracked and flaking where their muscles move. "Now, boys, I hope you can learn a lesson from this. This is no way to treat a friend and just because it's Halloween, doesn't mean you get to be monsters. I think you both could use a lesson in manners, what do you think?"

Both of their eyes are wide, mouths slack. "Yes," they both mumble.

"You," you point to Jungkook, "I'll deal with later. You're part of this, but you're not the one that dragged your best friend out in the middle of the woods and then used an Imperium potion on them. You're nearly just as much a victim of Jimin's bullshit as I am."

Jungkook looks mildly confused but just says, "I understand," then slowly lowers to his knees and waits.

Your eyes slide to Jimin. "But, you, my demonic warlock friend, you're in deep, deep trouble, love." Your eyes flash blue, a feature of your newfound powers you suppose, as you give him a wicked smile and reach for his throat.

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