#because. none of them are quite witch house.
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the problem with being really into witch house is that even if i get people into it they might not really Understand. because it's not just witch house it's not just the story it's not just the rock opera it's not just the audio drama it's not just the game it's the secret incredible witch house that exists in three people's minds
#the other two being daniel wyrmalien and grant a-tender-violence#im sorry if any of my recommendations have led you to seeking any of the adaptations out. or the original story tbh#because. none of them are quite witch house.#you must...find dreams in the witch house inside yourself ghjfkdjfgh#what you have to understand is that i'm not just insane about a bad story with some good adaptations.#i'm insane about a story that's there through. heavy analysis. and interpretation. i'm interpreting the story.#it's an insane way to be insane about a piece of art.#lovecraft story fan moment though.#persimmon's rambles
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The Little Death — 5. Patterned behaviour
— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader
— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.
— WARNINGS: none
— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k
— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw
Give me the judgment of balanced minds in preference to laws every time. Codes and manuals create patterned behaviour. All patterned behaviour tends to go unquestioned, gathering destructive momentum.
— Darwi Odrade
It was easy to fall to the bed afterwards, as if she belonged there. Because she did now. Feyd was still catching his breath when she curled up beside him, her knees brushing against his hip, their sweat soaking into the bedsheets. A Fremen would’ve been outraged at the sight.
“Cruel witch,” he rasped.
“What was so cruel?” she asked, trailing a finger through the inky mess on his stomach. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
He slapped her hand out of the way — but there was not so much aggression in the move as there was a certain vulnerability, like an animal slapping at his master’s hand. Feyd heaved himself upward to get out of the bed, but she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him down again.
“Where are you going?”
“To wash myself.”
“Why?” she said, her touch softening into a gentle caress across the muscles on his chest. “I like you this way…”
“Filthy woman,” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners.
She couldn’t help herself and smiled. Even with his frightful black teeth — which in Harkonnen culture, she had read, was supposed to be quite attractive — his boyish nature came through to show something sweet and vulnerable. What a brilliant plan it had been to give him governorship over Arrakis… After Rabban, Feyd must have appeared to the natives like a heavenly angel. She reached up and caressed his soft cheek, his hard jawline, tracing the edge of his generous lips.
“Sleep, my na-Baron,” she said, laying down beside him, holding his gaze. “You will dream of pleasant things tonight.”
“Is that a promise?” he grinned.
She knew he was making light of his nightmares, and in a way dismissing them entirely. There might come a time when they would have to address them directly — if he was serious about wanting her to serve him as his Bene Gesserit, and if she didn’t escape first — but clearly it was not tonight.
Under her soft caresses, Feyd fell asleep quite fast. She followed, slipping first into a meditation, and then into the land of dreams. And even in her sleep, the only thing she felt, and saw, and tasted, was his body.
When she woke up the next morning, she noticed she’d been moved. She was higher on the bed now, laying against the multitude of pillows, and all covered up. Feyd was sitting on the edge, getting ready.
“You were cold,” he said without even turning. His hearing was better than she thought… “And, for that matter, so was I.”
“You tucked me in?” she smiled. “How sweet of you…”
“None of that,” he said roughly, turning to level a cold stare at her. “You did a very naughty thing last night. We’re going to have to… discuss it. But not right now.”
She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded, but deep down she was already preparing for how to turn things to her favour next. He loves pain, she told herself. That is his lever. Use it.
As he continued to get dressed, she watched him. He wasn’t very good at it — probably was used to servants helping him, and they weren’t here right now — but he knew well enough how to put his armour on. She was almost tempted to help him, but then she remembered that she was supposed to have a different purpose.
“I suppose I should get dressed as well,” she said as she slinked off the bed.
“Why is that?”
“I serve you now. I should be there with you. To advise you.”
“Advise me?” he chuckled. “What do you know of military strategy?”
More than you, she thought, but she wasn’t even sure that was completely true. It was a mystery to her, what Harkonnens taught their young.
“I know Arrakis,” she said, coming to sit beside him. They cut a striking picture, him in his black armour and her in her naked skin, both looking equally confident. “And perhaps, my lord na-Baron, you can learn more about what a Bene Gesserit can do.”
“Or what she can’t do,” he muttered. But there was already a surrender in his gaze. He had decided to bring her along, now he only had to decide how to admit it. “No talking about me,” he pointed out. “To anyone.”
“Of course.”
“And no bragging about… about —”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
He chuckled. “I’ve heard that one before. I didn’t believe it back then, either.”
She didn’t miss the strange glances the other servants gave as she passed by, close behind Feyd-Rautha. They had breakfast together in a lavish dining hall, one with a long, black table and lights suspended high above. She’d never seen this room before…
His brother, Rabban, wasn’t there, and neither was the Baron.
“Do you always eat alone, my lord?” she asked him, sitting somewhere in the centre of the table, a respectable number of seats away, while Feyd sat at the head.
“Depends on what I’m eating,” he answered with a grin. “Besides, I’m not alone today, am I?”
“No,” she smiled. “You are not.”
He didn’t speak for the rest of the meal. He ate, in fact, in a hurry, eyeing her critically every now and then, judging her for how slowly she was chewing. And when he finished, he got up without even considering her presence. He paused in the doorway as he heard her scrambling to get up and follow, and bowed his head — he was suddenly regretful. Another habit of eating alone was, perhaps, his lack of consideration for others. He’d completely forgotten her by the time he finished breakfast…
She joined at his side without complaint, happy to already be doing her service: teaching him healthy new habits. Feyd looked at her quietly for a moment, and then they left together.
The day was spent in a strategy meeting, which he started without giving the time to any of his generals to question why she was there. The sight of a Bene Gesserit among the Harkonnen must’ve been rare indeed — or even that of a woman who wasn’t a slave or a serving girl.
They spoke their jagged language, and in phrases that were blissfully short. It was easy enough for her to understand even without a full vocabulary.
“Push them to the edge,” said Feyd as he stood above the map, fiddling with a neat little blade in his hands, a shiny thing of white silver. “The worms will finish what the storms do not.”
“Yes, sir, na-Baron.”
“Search scouting parties up ahead before you send in more harvesters. And I want a map of the richest spice fields by tomorrow morning.”
“Er, yes, yes sir.”
She eyed all the proceedings in silence, and in the mist of fear and anxiety, the other men completely forgot her. Their minds were so easy to read, their emotions so clear on their faces, on their hands, in the way they held themselves… And in their centre, Feyd, speaking to them as if they were Ixian automatons without any thought or feeling.
She waited for the meeting to be over before she finally joined his side and spoke.
“That was productive.”
“Was it?” he sighed, bracing his arms against the table. The door closed with finality behind his frightened generals. “I didn’t know you spoke our language,” he noted with a cocked brow.
“I am learning,” she smiled.
“Rabban left me a complete mess. It will take months to undo it.”
“Years. And you don’t have as much time as you think.”
“Really? Well, speak plainly, now.”
She turned, leaning lightly against the table so that she could better look at him. He was less sure of himself now than he had been around his men…
“If you push the Fremen too hard, they could go south. It is out of reach for us, out of control.”
“Nothing survives out there.”
“How do you know, if nobody’s ever been there but Fremen?”
He bit his lip and frowned, but didn’t disagree. “And you would do, what?”
“Relax the attacks. Give them a false sense of security. Bait them into —”
“Into exposing themselves…”
“Exactly.”
“But these savages won’t do that. They know we’ve got superior firepower. Their strength lies in their secret tactics.”
She shrugged. “You have a point…”
“But if… if we had to approach this like a fight between a stronger man and a weaker man…” he said, thinking out loud as he began to pace.
She looked at him and said nothing, letting the ideas germinate in his head.
“It’s late, it’s hot,” he sighed. “I’ll think about it more tomorrow.”
“Yes, my lord na-Baron. You still haven’t even had lunch.”
“I’ll have dinner. We’ll have dinner.”
“Another thing though… That map you requested.”
“What about it?”
“The spice fields on Arrakis are highly changeable and depend on many variables. It can take days for someone to calculate their frequency. Less if you had a Mentat. Or a thinking machine…”
Feyd chuckled. “Worried? Since when do you care about the fate of my men?”
“I don’t care about his fate. I care about whether he provides you with false information just to save his neck.”
“Hm… I’ll see what he brings me tomorrow,” he smirked, looking pointedly at her, “and maybe have you look at it.”
She paused, already unhappy with the charge she was given. Mathematical calculations were not her strong suit, but she understood she needed to submit to Feyd’s testing if she expected to be kept around.
“Yes, my lord,” she said with a light bow.
“Now, then. Let’s eat.”
She could already tell that his habits were changing. He watched her more closely and was clearly thinking about her, considering her from every angle. Although Feyd-Rautha made no effort to hide what he was feeling, she found it hard to pinpoint just what was going through his head that evening.
She met his gaze with more confidence than she felt but allowed him to watch her openly too, letting him enjoy the moments of peace between them. He seemed to only like speaking to her when the servants left the room.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” he asked, leaning back against his tall, elegant seat.
“I believe you’ve been doing the watching, my na-Baron,” she smirked.
“No, no, you know what I mean… I mean throughout the day. Us. All of us. You’re learning our language now? You’re studying our strategies. You think, you don’t speak…” he listed, his cold eyes set on her as their meals waited untouched before them. “Until my generals have gone…”
“Of course. I would not have them think your orders can be questioned.”
“Even though you question them.”
“That’s only for you to know,” she smiled.
Feyd smiled back. He suspected her of many things — both past and future betrayals — but in that moment, he appreciated her.
“Are you trying to learn more about me, my na-Baron?”
“Why not? You’re learning about us.”
“I think you’ll find me less inscrutable. If you wish to know something, simply ask.”
Feyd nodded and turned his attention to his plate at last. He cut into the meat, he moved the garnishings around, but before he could bring it to his lips he set the fork down loudly and looked up at her again.
“Why did you do that to me last night?” he quickly asked.
“Because you liked it.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re not as good at it as you think. How did you know I would like it?”
She set her knife and fork down too, and let her wrists rest upon the table. He was pulling her into something she wasn’t sure she wanted to confess, and she knew she couldn’t get him to forget it without using those Bene Gesserit tricks he hated so much. Perhaps there was a way to still turn this around in her favour…
“I merely recognised what I knew so well,” she answered quietly, her voice floating through the penumbra toward him.
“And where did you recognise it from?”
“From myself.”
Feyd leaned back again, his lips pulled into a grin. There was doubt in his eyes, but the rest of him seemed so intrigued, so glad about this new development, that she could almost guess what he was going to say next.
He’ll want to see it, she thought. He’ll want to see me like that. Exposed. Vulnerable before him.
“Show me,” he said, confirming everything.
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So when discussing the ending of ‘Over the Garden Wall’ and the nature of the Unknown in general, I think it is important to remember that it’s left deliberately up for interpretation. You know, it’s not a Quiz with one concrete answer we must uncover, but it’s more about our interpretations and personal feelings. Each and every one of us experiences that journey with Wirt and Greg into the Unknown in a slightly different way.
So what I want to do here is not present a Correct Interpretation that will dispute all the others and prove them all wrong and prove myself right, I just want to share my own outlook on the nature of the Unknown. In the hopes that others will like it and it’ll inspire more cool readings and interpretations
So on some level I do agree with the popular theory that the Unknown is some sort of Afterlife - but I don’t see it as a regular Afterlife for human souls, I think it is an afterlife for Stories. This place is where fictional characters and stories end up once they’ve been totally forgotten by the living, ‘lost in the clouded annals of history’. and become.... unknown It is quite literally a place where ‘long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood’.
That’s why the Unknown is a mishmash of different time periods and primarily visually and narratively influenced by stuff like fairy tales, ghost stories, children’s books and old cartoons - these stories have a high-tendency to be forgotten and thus get lost in the Unknown (whatever it’s because they rely on oral traditions or because they suffered from very poor preservation historically).
And that is what the theme song, ‘Into the Unknown’ is talking about…
Where can we pretend that dreams do come true? In Stories.
And what are ‘the loveliest lies of all’? Now that would be Fiction.
The entire concept of stories is a huge theme of this song, I think.
Beatrice and her family, Adelaide of the Pasture, Auntie Whispers and Lorna were all originally fairy tales. Maybe the same fairy tale, or maybe they were originally separated before being ‘melded’ together. (If, for example, the last child to Remember them before they were forgotten just assumed the Bad Witch in both the Auntie Whispers and Beatrice stories was Adelaide)
Pottsfield was an old urban legend about a haunted ghost town, Wirt and Greg basically played through its ‘plot’ directly.
Miss Langtree, the schoolhouse and the other associated characters come from a long-forgotten and out-of-print children’s book. That’s why those characters tend to talk in comically-stilted expository dialogue.
The Tavern was the setting for a series of 20’s animated cartoons. (Although obviously set long before that era). The Tavern Keeper was created as a Betty Boop clone and was the main character. The Tavern setting was probably a mere framing device for all sort of musical animations. The reason why none of them can comprehend the idea of not having some sort of Title or Label is because that’s how they were written - all given job-related titles but not named.
Fred the Talking Horse was a main character from a forgotten tradition of humorous oral stories where he was sometimes a trickstery anti-hero and sometimes a straight-up comedic villain protagonist.
Quincy Endicott and Margueritte Grey were characters from a satiric limerick about the greedy rich and their wacky habits. (Quincy was at least inspired by a real-life person since his name appears on a tombstone in the real world)
Possibly the same limerick where the punchline was the status-quo at the beginning of their OTGW ep, that both rivals’ mansions have become connected and they assume the other is a ghost haunting their house. Or maybe they were each from different regional variations of the same limerick about a greedy rich weirdo being lost in their own house and going mad.
Frogland and their little boat might be from a children’s book as well, but I also think that maybe… from the vignettes shown at the opening of the series…
That one might take place outside the Unknown, and shows the real inception of Frogland. Two brothers making up stories with their toy boat by the river. Since they never shared these stories with anyone else, when these two brothers died or maybe just grew up and forgot their boyhood misadventures by the stream - these stories also ended up in the Unknown.
The Fishing Fish we see briefly in ‘Babes in the Woods’ might be a small comedic illustration from a children’s book, or another piece of limerick, or just someone’s random notebook doodle that gained a life of its own first in the creator’s mind and then in the Unknown.
Cloud City, the North Wind and the Queen of the Clouds were also, much like the Tavern, from a very old cartoon.
The Beast was once just a mere Boogie Man to keep young children from wandering off into the woods. Ending up forgotten in the Unknown just ended up giving him a whole world of lost souls to harvest.
Maybe the Woodsman and his daughter were always a part of the story of the Beast. But since it seems that the Woodsman being a lantern-bearer is a fairly recent development - they might have had their own separate story. Some sort of pastoral novel about a family moving near the woods? But their narrative has been ‘hijacked’ by the Beast.
Wirt and Greg ended up lost within the Unknown cause had they actually died in the lake that night - they would have become a Story in their town. I mean we have a moody lonely teenager and his adorable little brother disappearing/dying - on the night of Halloween - after last being seen in a graveyard - with the older brother’s last act on this earth being to hand his crush a cassette of his love poetry. Can you imagine what sort of Urban Legenda you can grow from those seeds?
But as they were not yet dead, and not a Story yet… so they were technically an Unknown story. Between the borders of life and death from a human perspective because they were about to die, and from a Story perspective because they were just about to be born.
And the ending sequence, with the little vignettes showing where all the characters from all the episodes ended up. I think that’s almost like Wirt and Greg back in the world of the living and the real - being able to create happy endings for all of those stories they've met. That’s how the Woodsman’s daughter ended up being alive all along - it was less that the Woodsman's whole tragedy was a wacky misunderstanding all along. But it became so as a gift of thanks by their new storytellers - Wirt and Greg.
Because if dreams can't come true, than why not pretend?
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I had a long argument with someone on whether or not stomping Belos before he dies was better than letting him die pathetically, and I asked myself if that is what fans really believe in... or if they would hail any Belos' death as the perfect one if Dana choose a different one?
They also justify the stomping as being part of horror-comedy genre and that Belos should not have any dignity what so ever because apparently letting him die in despair with no stomping is running the risk of making the audience feel "sorry" for him.
Honestly, these justifications make The Owl House feel more shallow. Like, why shouldn't the audience be allowed to feel sorry for Belos? What is the danger? That people would agree with Belos' views?
Or are we supposed to develop a black and white view of the world akin to a conservative view but inverted? And then hide behind the horror comedy genre to justify less drama? I hate to say it, but Nostalgia Critic is right about Belos being this strange outlier. The show seems to be afraid of actually doing a complex, tragic and yet irredeemable villain.
It doesn't make any sense to argue that Belos' death fits because of toh's genre as a horror comedy because the scene was neither played for horror nor laughs. At best, you have the image of Philip slowly being dissolved by the rain and then Raine's smug "that was satisfying" line. The overall tone of the scene is one of contempt as Philip tries one last plea to Luz only to be snuffed out (and weirdly validated) by the heroes. Its intent is to be cathartic for both audience (though as you know doubt know, YMMV) and the characters.
Frankly, despite its marketing, I don't see toh as either a horror or a comedy because it spends more time on slice of life stuff and high school teen drama and romance. And even when it does go for the horror and comedy, both are rather tepid. You want a real example of a horror-comedy for kids, then go watch Courage the Cowardly Dog or Invader Zim.
The reason why I argue the heroes validated Belos is because in the moment of his death, he clings to the idea that as humans, "we're better than this!" It's a moment of pathetic delusion that is appropriately met with silence but then it's ruined with Eda and Co. barging in with "Well, we ain't!" only to then prove his point by mercilessly stomping an already dying man to death. There's a reason why kid shows usually end with either the villain being imprisoned or not outright being murdered by the heroes. Evil has to die by its own hubris, not get killed by the heroes after the Big Battle when they're no longer a threat. I made a post about the importance of defeating a major antagonist twice.
Belos' death also doesn't work with a "Kill your oppressors" theme because the show isn't about that. The show barely spends any time showing why the EC is bad for the Boiling Isles and Eda is the only named wild witch we see getting harassed by them and even then, it's mostly played for laughs given how inept the coven scouts are (seriously, they're able to quit without fear of repercussions).
I think a reason fans are split on Belos' death is because of differing expectations; the fans who paid attention to Belos and the implication of his backstory and waited for every lie to come crashing down on him since that's what the show seemed to be building up to only to be unceremoniously ignored in the end were no doubt disappointed. Then you have the other fans who hated the character to the point that any gruesome death will do, regardless whether it made narrative or thematic sense or not.
Ultimately, I think the biggest reason his death doesn't work is because Belos fails as a villain.
Belos' status as a colonial puritan only works on a meta-level; it serves a cathartic release for marginialized people to see a representative of real world oppression beaten by queer characters as it fulfills the fantasy of finally overthrowing an oppressive system. The fatal flaw though is that none of this works on a narrative level because the coven system is either treated as a joke or simply a career path one must choose and we never see the disenfranchisement of wild witches. People largely get off scot-free opposing Belos, which undermines his credibility as both a dictator and a villain because no one cares about him until the plot needs them to. Luz doesn't even care about proving he's evil until Hollow Mind, which is halfway through season 2.
Belos as a villain only works if you project your own feelings and desires in wanting to see the Evil Christian/Evil Parent destroyed. While this is extremely satisfying emotionally, it does not make a sound story.
All the reasons why people like his death ("it's great the evil colonizer died so pathetically!" "omg, the white christian colonizer was killed by two queer people and their adopted son!" etc) are all meta reasons. And to be clear, it's totally fine if you thought his death was satisfying. But for many people, it did not work for a variety of reasons, including narrative ones. And that differing opinion should be respected instead of arguing some nonsense like "we have to make our villain as stupid/evil as possible or run the risk of people liking/sympathizing with him."
Belos should have died in a manner that connected back to his original sin: the murder of his brother. All of his lies and delusions and fear of being wrong should have played a part in the finale. He should have not died thinking he was right. He should have died realizing that all he did was for nothing. And that he is to blame. And that there is no one waiting for him back home.
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Scarlet Whispers pt 5
Gif not mine
A/N: I.... as always, don't know how I feel about this chapter. Anything involving the 'horror' theme is... not my forte.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader
Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, ongoing adult child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.
Rating: M. Minors DNI
Masterlist with parts 1-4 here
You weren’t quite sure what woke you up later that evening, only that you found yourself staring at the opposite wall, and unable to go back to sleep. It didn’t happen often since coming to live with Wanda, but in the past, a nice warm cup of tea would help put you back to sleep, so you decided that would be your best bet.
As you quietly got out of bed, being careful not to disturb the witch, a light caught the corner of your eye: Wanda's phone. It was connected to the charger and blinking with a new notification. You couldn't help but feel curious. Shortly after arriving here, Wanda had informed you that due to her magic, there was almost no network connectivity available, whether cellular or wifi. None of your gaming devices or cellphone had any network connectivity, so you had to rely on Wanda to update anything for you whenever she left your home. Because of this, you tried not to bother her too much. After all, you didn't really need the most up-to-date patches since you couldn't play online with anyone anyway.
You were confused about why her cellphone had a new notification if none of your devices had network connectivity. You assumed she would have checked her notifications since the last time she went out, which was at least a week ago. Personally, you couldn't stand having any of those little banner notifications and always cleared them as soon as they appeared, even if it was just by swiping them away from the notifications bar without actually reading them. So, the sudden appearance of a new notification on her phone puzzled you. There shouldn’t be any service for it to have come in recently. At least, not if you trusted what Wanda had been telling you...
A heavy, gnawing sensation settled in the pit of your stomach, creating a sense of unease. Undoubtedly, it was a breach of trust. Surely Wanda, of all people, didn't deserve for you to go snooping through her phone. She had always been kind, helpful, and loving towards you. Yet, despite her unwavering support, at the first sign of something that didn't quite add up, you found yourself doubting her. Why didn't you simply ask her instead?
But.. was it the first time? You were having flashbacks to all those moments of deja vu.
Haltingly, you took slow, hesitating steps towards Wanda’s nightstand where her phone lay. You didn’t understand this feeling of dread within you. You wanted to attribute it to your general mistrust of the human race as a whole, but your gut was telling you this was something more. You were in danger, you just didn’t know how or exactly where, but it had to do with the witch who's been sleeping next to you.
Shaky hands picked up her phone, and with your thumb, you pressed the power button to turn on the screen. Unsure of exactly what you would find, and the notification was innocuous enough - a news article regarding some superhero. What caught your attention was the date - it was listed almost ten months since you and Wanda had left your parents’ house. To your knowledge, it’s only been a month or so.
This couldn’t be right. Ten months? No. That wasn’t possible. Did time flow differently here maybe? You wanted so badly to give Wanda the benefit of the doubt, but now that you had opened Pandora’s box, you had to keep going. Hoping you wouldn’t accidentally awaken the witch, you held the phone in front of her face, and it unlocked recognizing her biometrics.
You should probably go to the bathroom to view this without risking waking Wanda up, but your feet refuse to move. Instead, you remained standing there, opening article after article, all of which displayed the same date. Curiosity led you to check the calendar app for today's date, and you had to stifle a gasp as it confirmed what the articles had stated. While you thought it had only been a month or so, Wanda had kept you here for ten months, employing fantasies and electronics to prevent you from questioning her.
Your grip on the phone waivered as you began recalling those moments of déjà vu. As you concentrated and tried to break through the fog of those memories, clarity emerged. You had asked for freedom. Wanda had yelled at you. You had yelled back. Then, Wanda had used her magic to make you fall asleep and erase your memories, essentially starting over and preventing you from realizing how much time was actually passing. How many times had that happened?
Wanda was not keeping you here to help you; she was your captor. The need to escape fought violently against your desire to stay with the woman you had come to adore, even if she had kidnapped and lied to you.
You place the phone back quietly, trying to make your way out of the room as silently as possible. It dawns on you that you should probably pack a bag or something. You have no idea where you are exactly, but if you don't leave now, there's a chance you may never escape.
Quietly, you escape the confines of the house, and head out of the grounds. You aren’t sure exactly where you are going, but you know you have to keep putting one foot in front of the other until you reach civilization. Previously during your numerous strolls across the grounds, you had noticed a vague perimeter, but never had the witch allowed you to go too far. Now you were intent on heading beyond the boundaries she had set, and you were in the dark on what you would find.
Speaking of the dark, even though the moon and stars were visible on this clear night, you had forgotten to grab a flashlight. Or rather, you had elected not to bother looking for one in your hurry to flee. Consequently, the darkness felt more overwhelming than you were accustomed to. You stumbled multiple times, each instance you were praying that you wouldn't accidentally sprain or break something. You weren't sure what was worse - the possibility of facing Wanda's wrath if she should catch you, or dying from the elements if you were to injure yourself and be unable to continue.
As you approached the tree line that marked the boundary Wanda had set, you paused. This was the farthest you had ever been. In truth, you had never even been this close before. Whenever you got within about ten paces, the witch would always give you a gentle warning. Curiosity tickled your thoughts as to what would happen next. Not all of Wanda's magic was mere illusion; she had the power to alter reality itself. What would occur when you crossed the tree line? Would you plunge off the side of Mount Wundagore to a grisly demise, or would you simply step into the woods as they appeared to be?
Either option had to be better to take the risk than to remain a prisoner in what you once believed to be the safety of your own home. Summoning your courage, you stepped into the forest and were surprised to find solid ground. As you continued, each step affirmed that this transformation by Wanda was real - the mountain had truly become a beautiful countryside. Perhaps there was a chance to escape after all. Without hesitation, you ventured further into the forest, hoping to reach civilization on the other side or find a safe hiding spot within before Wanda woke up.
Unknown to you, Wanda had set up protective barriers to alert her if you ever ventured too far. True to form, the moment you stepped beyond the tree line into the woods, her eyes snapped open, blazing with anger. You were leaving. Despite everything she had done for you. Despite the bond you two shared. The witch swiftly leapt out of bed, conjuring a portal not far behind you, determined to catch up with you. Did you really think you could escape her? You would dare? She would teach you. You belonged to her, and she was growing weary of this back-and-forth game you were playing.
As you fled through the forest, it grew denser, blocking out the moonlight. Initially, it seemed easy enough to navigate, but as you continued, the underbrush became thick, causing you to trip every few feet. The seemingly safe forest now loomed around you ominously, your paranoia starting to take over as you heard the skittering of various creatures around you. Logically, you knew they were probably just as startled as you, given how loudly you were thundering through their home. Still, that didn't stop you from feeling eyes on you the further you went, and you began to question if this had been a good idea after all. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn back, and you came to the uncomfortable realization that you didn't even know which direction home was.
A branch snapped somewhere to your left, causing you to turn your head so fast that you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up tomorrow with a crick in your neck. That is, if you managed to survive tonight. You froze in place, your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing loud in your ears as you strained to hear the source of the noise.
It was extremely unsettling for you to realize that the entire forest had suddenly fallen into complete and utter silence. No birds, no animals, nothing at all...
A leaf crunched. This time closer.
Fear seized your heart and you willed yourself to do something. Anything. Run. Hide. Just, something.
Suddenly, you became aware of a low growling sound approaching, and it became clear you were in serious trouble. Why hadn't you stayed inside the house? There must have been a logical explanation for the date change, and Wanda had always been kind to you. Maybe you were just remembering those arguments incorrectly. Now for your misplaced distrust, you were facing imminent death at the hands of something that likely had sharp teeth. Gods, how you despised sharp teeth.
A snarl to your left startled you, freezing you in place as your eyes frantically scanned the forest for whatever had made the noise. You could vaguely make out the silhouette of a creature on all fours not far from you, and your blood felt like it had frozen in your veins. Why hadn't you just gone back to bed next to Wanda?
As you witnessed the shape hurtling towards you from the darkness, a red streak intercepted it, accompanied by the yelp of an injured animal. You blinked and observed a fatally wounded wolf on the ground nearby. Your gaze followed the trajectory from which the red streak had come, revealing Wanda in her pajamas, her hands outstretched with red magic flowing through them, rushing towards you.
"Y/N, are you okay?!" Her voice was tinged with alarm. One hand extinguished her magic to gently hold your arm, while the other remained prepared for any possible threats. With a caring eye, she inspected you for any serious injuries, but found none. Satisfied that you were relatively unscathed, she finally registered your shocked face as you remained silent.
“Y/N what’s wrong? Why are you out here? Talk to me, please?” Wanda extinguished the remaining magic and took your hand, her ire at you dissipating at the fear of you having just been in danger that wasn’t from her.
“I- I had a nightmare. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just had to run.” You figured that would be believable enough - your night terrors sometimes had you fleeing for your life, you just usually accidentally woke up Wanda in the process before you could get too far. This would be the first time you would have made it out of the bed without waking her up.
Your gaze drifted back to the deceased wolf on the forest floor, and you couldn’t seem to shake the state of shock you were in. Wanda didn’t think anything more of your explanation, your night terrors happened often enough, and you didn't seem to be fleeing from her. It was the only thing that made sense to her. After all, everything had been okay earlier, there was nothing to indicate you were unhappy or would try to leave her.
Relieved that you were unharmed, and not attempting to escape, the witch focused on trying to calm you, as she could see telltale signs of you beginning to disassociate. Gently, she placed a hand to your cheek, tilting your face until you were making eye contact with her. “Don’t look at it, dorogoya, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Let’s go home, okay?”
In that moment, all you wanted was for Wanda to handle all your thinking. Anything else required too much effort, and honestly, you were too exhausted for anything else. You nodded and leaned into her touch, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you embraced the sense of security she provided. Your hand reached up to cover hers on your cheek, interlocking your fingers with hers.
You heard more than saw the portal she summoned to take you both home, and blindly followed her through it back into your room. Hands still interlinked; she led you into the adjoining bathroom. At this point you had mentally checked out, completely overwhelmed by the night’s events. Under normal circumstances you would be mortified that Wanda was about to see you naked in this state - filthy, covered in scratches from your stumble through the woods, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. It didn’t help that you had entered a non-verbal state.
Wanda made it easier for you. Although this wasn't how she had imagined the first time she would see you naked, her main concern was to clean your wounds and ensure your comfort so you could fall back asleep. Tenderly, she assisted you in undressing, her eyes never lingering or straying where they shouldn't. She only took quick glances to assess any damage. You were grateful for her magic, which meant you didn't have to wait for the water to heat up to the perfect temperature.
She didn't bother undressing herself, but simply helped you into the shower under the falling water and followed in after. First, she helped wet your hair and then lathered it with shampoo before rinsing. The sensation of her blunt nails against your scalp was so soothing that you almost fell asleep. Then, Wanda took the washcloth, lathered it with soap, and started gently washing your body, beginning with your face. As gently as possible, the red head cleansed your wounds and removed the blood and dirt from your skin.
After deeming you sufficiently cleaned, Wanda turned off the water and began toweling you off, wrapping you up in a towel. She then discarded her own waterlogged clothing and began drying herself. While you stood there, feeling useless, Wanda grabbed pajamas for both of you and helped you put them on. After, she then put on her own pajamas before leading you back to bed.
“Do you want to talk about it, Y/N/N?”
You shook your head and climbed into bed after Wanda. Instead of the usual routine where she held you from behind as the big spoon, you surprised her by snuggling into her arms, facing her, and resting your head in the crook of her neck. Although you still had questions about the cell service on her phone and the months you were supposedly missing, Wanda has been kind to you, and she just saved your life. Those questions can be addressed another day. Finally feeling safe again, you allowed your exhaustion to consume you.
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CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.
i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).
in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona
in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop
more iconic Leona Moments
when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”
aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)
neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)
once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw
leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….
in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it
in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”
leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event
it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms
“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that
“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative
if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling
oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)
and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!
when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3
also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”
if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)
i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes
shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)
she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened
they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor
also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god
they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”
romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)
btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle
there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)
#i also feel like leona and marivia summoned Witch (just girlypop things summoning hot evil ladies from hell)#i’m a marivia x leona x witch truther. the evidence is out there. evil yuri triad (real)#i also love to believe that witch is fucking with all the rival couples in the valley but ESPECIALLY romeo x leona#since she’s petty about her crush (leona) choosing the village idiot of all people#she can’t affect gustafa and nami because gustafa is like a garden gnome type that wards away evil#leona would make coquette edits of phantom skye/steiner#man i really have a lot of overlapping ships but i just like thinking about everyone together in some way#marivia was interviewing witch for a girls love leona x witch sequel in that series she wrote that has the main character based on leona#(this was revealed to me in a dream)#bokumono#harvest moon ds#hmds#harvest moon#story of seasons#hmds leona#hmds lumina#i’m sorry for going ham about your tags i promise i’m normal#^_−☆#hmds cute#i feel like everyone collectively forgot what hmds was like which is understandable because it’s a fever dream#or maybe we misremembered it from our childhoods#but replaying the girl and boy versions in english and japanese has really refreshed my views on the characters#i have so much to say about everyone mostly the rival couples#love the dysfunction and bad vibes in this game#poisoned water supply type of townsfolk#girls hour (meet up in the mines to beat each other up and slaughter various animals and humanoids to eat)#it’s such an evil game#haunted by natsume malware ghosts
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The Beach
Note: This one's for the goth girls who don't like summer. Thank you for the lovely request, @foxyanon! I hope you like it!
Warnings: none, just fluff!
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x Witchy!Reader (f)
Summary: You joined Sihtric on his first ever trip to the beach.
Word count: 2.2k
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You were utterly and totally shocked when you found out that Sihtric, your long time boyfriend, had never been near a beach or even seen one. You knew he had endured a rough and quite secluded upbringing, but to meet someone who had never seen the ocean was just wild to you. And once you told Sihtric that the beach was only about an hour drive from your shared home, he became overly excited and had been begging you to go with him every single day ever since. It drove you absolutely mental. And it's not that you didn't want to take Sihtric to the beach, you were actually very excited to see his reaction, but being a witch and an enjoyer of all things dark and spooky; a hot and sunny beach wasn't exactly a place you longed to be at.
Not that witches didn't belong there or can't enjoy such a thing, of course they can… you just weren't one of those witches. You preferred to stay indoors, nice and comfortable, and especially on hot summer days you wanted nothing more than to lay on your couch with the fan on and the curtains closed. And Sihtric knew that. He simply adored and worshipped you, so of course he was aware of the fact that you were not a summer person. And so he would do everything he could to make a trip to the beach as comfortable as possible for you.
He went out of his way to buy a huge beach umbrella, a black one of course, and he got two matching beach chairs as well. When he wanted to pay for it, the sales lady also managed to persuade him into buying a coolbox and a beachball, as well as some towels, the latter which you already had enough of at home. Sihtric wasn't sure how he had suddenly wasted a ton of money once he walked out of the store, but it just happened and now he had to deal with it.
When the weather was finally beach perfect, you agreed to join Sihtric to the dreaded destination. Sihtric packed up everything he had bought and loaded the trunk of the car, and he jumped behind the wheel as fast as he could. He was impatiently waiting for you to step out of the house, and he honked several times to make sure you knew how eager he was to go. You rolled your eyes at the fifth honk. Sihtric surely was lucky that he was so cute and handsome, with his trained body and sexy short haircut, but he was also very good at being a menace. You loved him for it though, you couldn't deny that, and he simply loved you for the way that you were.
And Sihtric was floored when he saw you step out the front door, wearing a huge black sun hat while dressed in a black bikini with a black lace dress on top. He stared at you from behind the wheel with his jaw dropped, and he slowly lowered his sunglasses to get an even better look at you as you approached the car. He never understood how he had gotten so damn lucky to get such a hot witchy girl like you. Sihtric had actually been terrified of you when you first met, being quite superstitious and fearing you would throw a curse on him. But he soon learned you were all about light and love, despite your dark clothes and interests.
Sihtric composed himself again once you got in the car, and he had to shift awkwardly in his seat a few times because his black swimming trunks had gotten a little tight after he had eyed you up. He then started the car and drove off so fast, the tires squealed on the asphalt and small clouds of smoke erupted from them. You glared at Sihtric and he knew he shouldn't hit the gas like that, but he was just excited and you couldn't blame him. Once you arrived, you were happy to find the parking at the beach was rather quiet, which meant that despite the nice weather the place wouldn't be too crowded.
'Shit,' you cursed under your breath as you grabbed the beach bag Sihtric had packed, 'I forgot to bring my book. I left it on the table so I wouldn't forget it…'
You groaned and shook your head, disapproving of your own mistake.
'Don't worry, darling,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'you'll be fine, I promise.'
You mumbled something inaudible while you watched Sihtric grab the huge umbrella, the chairs and the coolbox.
'Are these towels new?' you frowned as you looked in the bag you held.
'Eh, maybe,' Sihtric coughed, 'they… they came with the chairs. Oh, that beachball too. And this coolbox too.'
'Really?' you raised your eyebrow with suspicion, 'must've been a good deal then, huh?'
'Oh, for sure,' Sihtric lied and quickly slammed the trunk shut.
He managed to awkwardly carry everything up to the sandy dunes. He was beyond excited but also didn't expect climbing those sand mountains to reach the sea would be such a struggle, but he knew it would be worth it. And it truly was, for even you teared up when you saw his face once you had climbed to the top and the beach came into view. Sihtric just stood there with his mouth open as he stared at the sight, and he mindlessly dropped everything he held as he was simply mesmerised by the blue water and their enchanting waves.
'It's… it's beautiful,' he stammered eventually.
As much as you disliked the heat, you immediately forgot about all of that upon seeing your other half so moved by something that was so normal to you. Once Sihtric managed to stop gaping he picked up everything again and followed you down the dune and onto the beach. You sighed when you remembered how you had forgotten to bring a book to read, but your bad mood was only temporary as Sihtric began to unfold one of the huge towels and spread it out on the sand. He then set up the black umbrella for you and placed the two beach chairs next to each other, with the coolbox and beach bag in the middle.
'For my lady,' Sihtric smiled proudly with a light blush on his cheeks, already slightly sunkissed.
You couldn't help but smile a little shyly as he took your hand and made you sit down. And a comfortable spot it was, in the cool shadow of the umbrella, accompanied by a faint breeze and the calming sound of the distant waves. Sihtric then opened the coolbox and surprised you with your favourite drink and some fresh fruits. And just when you thought he couldn't be more thoughtful, he rummaged through the beach bag and pulled out the book you had forgotten to pack. You were speechless, and luckily your large sunglasses hid your teary eyes as he gave you your book. And seconds later Sihtric had taken off his shirt and kicked off his flip flops, ready to run towards the water, but you stopped him in time.
'Honey,' you said, 'you really need to put on some sunscreen or you will get an awful sunburn.'
Sihtric figured you were right and, after searching through the bag, he handed you the bottle. You put some of the protective lotion on your hands and began to slowly massage his broad shoulders and his back, your fingers smoothly sliding between his shoulder blades and down his spine. Sihtric smiled a little dazed and closed his eyes as you continued to rub the lotion onto his skin. His biceps were so toned, you needed both hands to work his arms and make sure they were completely covered.
Then you told Sihtric to turn around and you applied the sunscreen onto his muscular chest and his abs, feeling every muscle underneath your fingers as your hands stroked his body slowly. You felt a little dizzy, not sure if it was caused by the warmth of the sun already or if it was simply because of your hot boyfriend who looked so effortlessly and ridiculously good. Then you dropped down on your knees for him, and for a second Sihtric's eyes grew wide before he realised you were only down on your knees because you had to apply sunscreen to his legs too. A little relieved, but also quite disappointed, Sihtric relaxed for a moment but tensed up again as soon as he felt your hands massage him just beneath his thigh, and a strangled moan sounded in his throat when you repeated the same movements on his other leg.
'Don't go into the water right away, you'll wash it all off again,' you warned him, 'and if you do go into the water, then be careful. It can be dangerous and you don't want to get caught in a rip current.'
'No, I only want to wet my feet,' Sihtric said, a little spooked by your warning.
He grabbed his sunglasses while you sat back with your book, and he kissed your cheek before he ran off towards the water. You kept an eye on him while you enjoyed your snacks, and you saw how he kept walking in circles near the water. Each time the water approached him, he quickly took a few steps back, only to act all brave again once the water retreated. And when the water tricked him and was faster than he could hop away, Sihtric let out a light yelp once he felt the coldness of the ocean.
You smiled when you heard him laugh out of pure joy, and he chased the water several times more before he suddenly seemed distracted. You looked over the rim of your shades as you tried to figure out what he was doing in the distance while he was suddenly crouched down on the beach.
'Babe?' you yelled, 'are you okay?'
'Yeah!' he called back, a little absentminded as he picked something up and came back running to you, 'look what I found, darling! For you,' he smiled and handed you a tiny seashell.
'Thanks, sweetheart,' you chuckled and placed the seashell on top of the coolbox.
Sihtric immediately ran back towards the water again and you heard him gasp.
'There's more!' he yelled back at you, 'oh! Big ones too! Honey, look!'
'I know about the seashells, Sihtric,' you laughed, 'I used to collect them when I was a kid.'
'Collect them?' Sihtric breathed in awe as he suddenly spotted seashells everywhere around him.
And he then began to carefully search the beach, looking for the prettiest shells and collecting them after careful inspection. Because only those in mint condition and with the most beautiful colours were good enough to bring you, as a token of his love and appreciation. And once he simply couldn't carry any more, he came back to you with a huge smile on his face.
'For you,' he said again with his proud yet shy smile, and he dumped the dozens of seashells in front of your feet, on the towel.
'Oh, I… thank you,' you chuckled while Sihtric didn't even hear you and already ran back to find you more shiny objects.
You shook your head as you smiled, adoring the almost child-like innocence he sometimes had, which was a pleasing contrast to his muscular and rugged appearance. You managed to read a few pages of your book while finishing your drink before Sihtric returned to you again, and handed you a shell that was almost the size of his palm.
'I found this!' he smiled, 'look how big it is! I can't believe it was just laying there-'
He was interrupted when you suddenly shrieked and jumped up as something had crawled out of the shell onto your hand.
'That's a fucking hermit crab, Sihtric!' you screamed and tossed the inhabited shell far away.
You shuddered and waved your hands with disgust as you could still feel the creature touch you, and Sihtric was quick to apologise once he realised how spooked you were.
'It's okay,' you said once you had calmed yourself down, 'just… no more shells, okay? And you also look like you're getting a sunburn despite the sunscreen, you have to be careful.'
'I'm so sorry, darling,' he said, bewildered and just as spooked, 'I… I didn't know.'
He was quick to pull you in his arms, and he kissed your face all over while he continued to murmur how sorry he was.
Sihtric nodded and looked back at the water.
'So… do those things like, live in the water?'
'There's a whole lot living in the water,' you chuckled as you sat back in your chair, 'you don't want to know, trust me.'
'Oh,' Sihtric mumbled and grimaced.
He suddenly didn't feel the need anymore to step into the water, or even onto the sand again after his newfound knowledge. If that crab was hiding in that shell, then who knows what else was hiding out there. Sihtric shuddered at the gruesome thoughts he had of gigantic crabs lurking in the water, and he decided he would enjoy the rest of the afternoon just sitting beside you, in the shade, where it was safe from crawling creatures and also safe from the sun. But soon he would discover a new kind of enemy after he opened a package of crisps; the fearless seagulls.
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Boundaries pt. 1
Witch/Demon AU (where the read is a witch and has a pact with all of the demon!141)
The funny thing about having a pact with a demon is that you can technically summon them at any given point. There’s not a guarantee that said demon will show up, as they have their own business to attend to, seeing as you’re a witch with four pacts, you magic is quite powerful.
That’s to say, when you summon the boys, they will come because you force them to.
It’s rare that you do summon them. You understand that they still have a job to do and that they busy often, but when you do summon them, they know that they’re in deep shit.
“I can’t believe I expected any of you to have the common decency to treat my house with respect!” You flail your arms around wildly. “I let all of you into my house, eat my food, sleep here and this is the thanks I get?”
You’ve been yelling at them for nearly 30 minutes now and not a single one of them has uttered a word. They’re all sat on the couch while you pace and stomp in front of them, scolding them like they’re children, which you would argue they are.
Normally it was one of the sergeants that got a got scolding from you (though not to this level) but even Price was in the hot seat this time.
It all started because you needed to deal with some witch business in another city. All you needed was someone to watch your house for you, to keep things in order and to make sure no hauntings get out of hand.
And it just so happened that they boys were on leave, so you figured you could trust them to keep things under control while you were gone for two days.
You were wrong.
The potions you had spent hours making were mixed, destroyed and otherwise unusable because Soap got curious. Price burned a huge hole into your couch and your rug because he dropped his cigar. Gaz had shattered most of the lights in your house due to him getting angry at a game of football, and Ghost punched a hole in your wall because he got scared by an actual ghost.
And then they made it worse by trying to “fix” everything. You came back to a destroyed house seeing red with none of them in sight.
“All of you are banned from my house until you can prove to me that you won’t trash it!” You declared.
“How can we prove it if we can’t come in?” Soap was brave, or maybe just stupid, enough to say something.
“Just get out!”
You very quickly sent them back to wherever they came from and just like that, they had officially been kicked out of the house.
You immediately put up all of the protection wards you knew, did everything that wards demons out, and even blocked off the entire section of the street to them.
To say you were furious was an understatement.
And the boys were devastated.
Not only was their pride hurt because they were just ripped a new one by you, but they genuinely feel bad for what happened. All of it had been an accident, none of them had meant for any of that to happen even when they were trying to fix the mess and made it worse.
They wanted to apologize for it and they tried. They sent you texts, tried to call you, even sent you emails and letter mail to get in contact with you but you were giving them the silent treatment.
You completely cut them off and they were starting to really miss you. How could they not? You were their little witch and they wanted to see you again to let you know that they wouldn't let it happen again.
So after a lot of bribing and begging from everyone you heard a knock on your door a few weeks later and opened it to see a woman with blonde hair.
"Can I help you?" You wondered and she gave you a smile.
"I'm Kate Laswell, I work with Captain Price and his boys." She introduced herself and you stared at her with confusion. "You're the witch, correct?"
She couldn't be a demon or else she wouldn't have been able to even get to your front door. She looked human, though looks can be deceiving, but you couldn't think of what she could be.
"Can I come in?"
A/N: will finish this hopefully tomorrow just had to get this out
#witch!reader#demon!141#simon ghost riley x reader#captain john price x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader
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I Come With Knives
Azris, 13k words, rated E.
A party on the continent, hosted by one of Koschei’s lackeys, goes awry. Nearly magicless, Azriel and Eris must survive on the continent together or die trying. Inspired by The Nutcracker, with a helping of Polish folk tales.
I’m so pleased to finally post this for my sweet friend, @krem-does-stuff!! I was so excited to get you for this year’s @acotargiftexchange, and I hope you enjoy it! Your theories about what my TikToks could mean had me rolling with laughter, because you were rather wrong, haha. I have so many more rat/Nutcracker-related TikToks to send you, and hopefully they’ll make (slightly) more sense once you’ve read this. I tried to incorporate all the desserts you gave me (raspberries are very important in this), and I tried to write Eris in a way that was new to me but still believable and delightfully mean.
Special thanks to @witch-and-her-witcher, @queercontrarian, and @yanny-77 for their beta skills; to Cee and Emma again for saying “send the TikTok” and holding my hand through the usual self-doubt; @pippsmcgee for shaking this fic until nearly all the present continuous fell out of it; @velidewrites for helping me translate a few things into Polish; @damedechance for helping me find something dirty to say; and, ofc, Dylan O’Brien. You know why.
Read on ao3.
Azriel stares out at the crowd, at the finery draped over every inch of this infernal castle, and he can almost pretend nothing is wrong. His leathers – he had refused to wear something more formal – creak as he shifts his weight, though it’s eaten up by the merry shouting of the crowd.
This invitation had come, bristling with glitter and tied with a ribbon, from one of the lesser noble houses of a small duchy close to the border with Rask. The duke and duchess were newly appointed and quite young, only in their eighties. Let bygones between continent and island be bygones, the invitation had crowed.
It stunk of a trap, and Azriel had come because there was no one else who could.
Rhys had Feyre, Nyx, and a death bargain no one could undo. They couldn’t spare Cassian, never mind that Nesta wasn’t ever letting Cassian out of her sight again. Mor and Lucien never figured into the equation, Lucien because he wasn’t stupid, and Mor because she wasn’t authorized by the Queen of Vallahan to go anywhere else on the continent.
It’s Amarantha all over again. None of the original players are here, of course; none of them would be so stupid. But apparently not smart enough to stay out entirely.
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posting this long snippet from the time travel fic i've been writing.. might not make any sense out of context but oh well. i think i'll also post a penn park snippet too. just to confirm for you all that i'm alive and writing lol
“This isn’t Back to the Future, Lou. Everything that’s meant to happen has already happened. Nothing you say can really change that. But it’s bad form and technically violates witch law for us to, like…tell you next week’s winning lottery numbers or something.”
“But it’s not against the rules to bring me here?”
“No,” Harry says. “It’s not like you’ll be going out or interacting with anyone else. You’ll be staying with us.”
“Who’s us?”
Harry peeks at him. He hesitates for a while. “Um. Me…and my husband.”
Louis angles his body to face him. “Husband?”
Harry throws another skittish glance his way.
“So you’re actually…?” Louis wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. “When did you decide for sure you were…?”
“Gay?” Harry supplies. “Maybe it was when you kissed me.”
“You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back,” Harry says. “Enthusiastically.”
“Whatever. Is that genuinely when you knew? You started snogging boys exclusively from then on?”
“Well, I was snogging a girl just now before we left, as you saw. And a boy,” Harry says. “But yeah, I guess…not long after that party, I decided to stick to blokes. Or just…one, really.”
Louis nearly misses that last bit. “What?”
Harry turns the radio up. “That’s enough questions for now. And we’re almost home.”
Louis goes on staring at him for a bit longer, wondering if he’s understood correctly. Did Harry meet his husband at that party? Was it someone he met the following week? Was Louis that stupid to step aside and let whoever it was take his place? Apparently so.
The mood grows tenser from then on, mostly due to Louis’ adamant silence and sour mood, neither of which he can justify. Did he expect Harry to never marry? Did he expect Harry to marry him?
Louis snorts aloud and sees Harry sneak a look at him. He sinks further into his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and stares through the windscreen for the rest of the ride.
Within the next few minutes, the car slows and turns at the corner of a downward sloping drive. At the end of the drive, as Harry approaches, a garage door rises. Louis didn’t see Harry press any buttons but perhaps it’s automatic.
Then Louis sees him. Or himself. Or his older self. At first he doesn’t believe his eyes. He’s still expecting something dimension-shattering to occur when he’s face to face with a future version of himself. He expects to implode or for Future Louis to fade out of existence. None of that happens, but there’s no denying that the man standing at the door connecting the garage to the house is Louis, eleven years older.
“Trippy, isn’t it?” Harry says, as he cuts the engine. “Ready to meet your future?”
And well, Louis won’t say it aloud because he’d just sound like a dickhead, but his future is quite fit, so the answer is yes. He’s got an actual beard, as opposed to Louis’ vague facial hair. He seems more built and broad around his shoulders and torso. It’s hard to be sure when he’s backlit by the light flowing from the interior of Harry’s home, but even his hair seems shinier and softer. He’s wearing a dark grey knit jumper with the sleeves pushed to his elbows and Louis catches sight of several more tattoos, although he doesn’t get a good look at them before the Older Louis pulls his sleeves down.
Harry pushes his door open, so Louis does the same. And finally meets eyes with himself, unobstructed by the windscreen.
“Forgot how small I was,” Older Louis says and nothing more.
Louis wasn’t expecting to be best mates with his older self or anything, but perhaps they won’t be friends at all. “You’re not exactly Dwayne Johnson, mate.”
Harry snorts, pushing the car door closed. “Don’t start,” he says to Older Louis. He noticeably pats his stomach as he eases past him into the house. It registers as familiar or even flirty to Louis, which is odd but reassuring. At least in the future, in spite of Harry’s husband, they manage to retain their closeness. Harry’s husband must not love that, but clearly Older Louis can’t be arsed.
Louis hears a chorus of barks from further inside and moves more quickly and curiously, eager to see every aspect of Harry’s adult life.
“Shoes off,” Older Louis says to younger Louis at the door. He tacks on a smile. “If you’d be so polite.”
Louis narrows his eyes at him as he shoves his shoes off.
“Come on,” Older Louis says. “I’ll be your tour guide.”
“You don’t even live here,” Louis says.
Older Louis looks at him. “Right,” he says. “Harry just lets me kip here every night ‘cause I don’t have a home of my own.”
“Seriously?”
“The future is tough, mate,” Older Louis says gravely. But just as he turns away, there’s a nearly imperceptible wiggle of his lips that suggests he’d like to laugh.
Louis decides his older self is not to be taken seriously. He’ll get his facts from Harry. Speaking of whom, they find him when they enter the kitchen as he steps inside from the back garden.
“What happened to your dogs?” Louis asks.
“I let them out. Jasper is a senior and when he gets really excited, he wets himself,” Harry says. “And he’ll get really excited seeing two of you.”
“I gave him his meds,” Older Louis says. “Should be fine in a bit.”
“Thanks, babe,” Harry says. His gaze flickers suddenly to younger Louis like he forgot he was there. He clears his throat. “Um, do you want a beer? Or tea? Water?”
“Whatever you’re having,” Louis says.
“Do you like wine?” Harry asks. “I can’t remember if we drank wine at your age.”
“Never too early to start,” Older Louis says. “He’ll like the Malbec.”
“Malbec, it is,” Harry says and goes into a walk-in pantry where he ostensibly keeps the wine. Meanwhile, Older Louis gets three glasses from a cupboard above the sink. He’s really a bit too familiar with Harry’s home. Maybe he is here all the time. Maybe he really doesn’t have a home of his own. Compounded with his imminent death tomorrow, the future doesn’t seem all that bright for Louis. No matter how hot he is.
But his friendship with Harry is a lot to be grateful for. Louis watches Harry and his older self speaking quietly to each other as Harry fills each of the three glasses. He watches Harry laugh at whatever Older Louis says and slap his hand playfully against his chest.
Louis wonders again about Harry’s husband. He wants to ask where he is and when he gets home, but he also never wants him to come home. So long as he’s away, Louis can keep tricking himself into believing he doesn’t exist.
But then he spies the wedding ring on Harry’s finger as Harry hands him a glass of wine and he can’t stop himself from blurting, “Where is he?”
Harry’s brows crease. “Who?”
“Your husband,” Louis says, pointedly.
“Oh.” Harry chews his top lip for a moment. “Why don’t we get comfortable first? Come on.”
Then he takes Louis’ free hand and pulls him off towards the sunken living area. It hasn’t slipped his notice how posh the entire home is. The kitchen was a massive gleaming wonder of marble and bronze. There were five cars in the drive and the first room Louis passed upon entering the home was a gym. He didn’t get a good look at the exterior under the cover of night, but what he could see revealed an expansive upper floor and several outdoor decks.
The living area features two parallel velvet couches, a marble coffee table, and a large flat screen tv mounted above a two-way fireplace. Louis can’t quite tell what’s on the other side of the fireplace but it seems like a formal dining room.
“Your house is fucking amazing,” Louis says, plopping down in a plush leather armchair.
“Thanks,” Harry says, smiling. He sits on the couch across from Louis. “It’s the kind of house you grow into. That’s why we bought it.”
Louis nearly asks if that means Harry has kids, but he has a big greedy gulp of wine instead. He shrivels at the taste initially, finding it bitter and sharp. But then he has another sip and it’s not so much that he likes it, but that he finds it distracting.
Older Louis enters the room much to Louis’ disappointment and takes up the seat right beside Harry.
“I can still get you a beer,” Harry says randomly. “If you don’t like the wine.”
“No,” Louis says. “It’s fine.”
“If there’s anything else you need, just let me know,” Harry says. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“I’m comfortable enough, Haz,” says Louis. “It’s just nice to see where you live in the future, and how well you’ve done for yourself. You deserve all this. The husband, too.”
Older Louis exhales a laugh. “Should I get a box of tissues?”
“Shut up,” Harry says.
“Tell him to shut up,” Older Louis says. “This is embarrassing.”
“If you’re so embarrassed, just leave,” Louis says. “I don’t even get why you’re still here.”
Older Louis groans suddenly and loudly, pressing his fingertips into his eyelids. “There’s no way you’re this daft. No fucking way.”
“Louis,” Harry says. “Please.”
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My mom's other girl
Created: 06.11.2022
Finished: 26.12.2022
Edited: 13.09.2023
Age: 7
Word count: 2,370
Warnings: None
Request: Yes (Tumblr user)
Pairing: WandaNat
Note: This is a Mama!Wanda story and it's the only one I will write for Wanda in this context.
Summary: Wanda introduces her girlfriend to her daughter for the first time.
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You patiently waited while swinging your legs for your mom to tell you the big news she was dying to tell you for quite some while.
Wanda had been in an official relationship with Natasha for almost 8 months but she hadn't introduced her to you until now because she wanted to make sure Natasha would be a permanent feat in her life and then, of course, in yours. She didn't want her little baby to get attached to someone who would later leave them alone and heartbroken.
Wanda couldn't bear the thought of her little girl suffering because she wasn't able to choose wisely the persons she introduced in your life.
But Wanda was sure this time that Natasha was that one person she had been looking for her entire life.
Wanda could feel it.
Truth be told, Wanda felt the same way about your father as she felt about Natasha.
But unfortunately he passed away and Wanda thought she would never love again.
That was until Natasha asked her out for dinner and she said yes.
The rest is history.
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"Mommy, can you please say what you have to say already!" You whined bored, pulling Wanda out of her own thoughts
Your mom kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands on your knees as she gave you a small unsure smile.
Wanda cleared her throat and then took a deep breath in "Look, baby girl... What mommy has to tell you it's very important and for certain things to continue I'll need your permission, sweetheart, because no one will ever be as important to me as you are."
You slightly nodded not being fully sure about what she was going to say next.
"So a few months ago, mommy started going out with one of her coworkers." Wanda slowly explained as she carefully watched your reaction "Her name is Natasha and she's a really nice and kind girl that makes me feel happy just like your daddy used to do."
The witch took a moment to silently think about the words she was going to say next.
"So I invited her to come over for dinner so you could meet her and see if maybe you'll like her to be around here more..." Wanda raised her shoulders as her voice pitched a little at the end of the sentence
"Sure..." You shrugged "That's all, Mommy?"
Wanda nodded "Yes, baby, that was all."
You stood up and walked over to your dolls and toys that were patiently waiting for you on the carpet in the middle of the room.
"She took it better than I expected." Wanda quietly mumbled under her breath
Your mom stood up too, kissed your head, and walked to the kitchen to start getting everything ready for tonight.
—
You were watching cartoons in the living room when you heard the doorbell ring.
"Y/N, sweetheart, can you open the door, please?" Wanda shouted from her room where she was still getting ready
Wanda felt that Natasha was the one at the door, otherwise she would have never let you open that door alone without her being there.
"Yes, Mommy!" You shouted back as you quickly made your way towards the door
Opening it, you found standing there a beautiful woman with the brightest red hair you have ever seen.
"Hello there!" Natasha smiled nervously at you
"Hi!" You beamed up "I think you are Mommy's friend?" You thought for a second about her name really hard "Umm... Natacha?"
Natasha silently giggled "It's Natasha with an 's' but yes, that's me, little one. And you must be Y/N. Your mom talks all the time about you."
"She does?" You smiled widely
Natasha nodded "She does."
Remembering that you were supposed to let the redhead in, you slightly moved aside to make way for her to step inside.
Natasha softly smiled at you as she entered the house.
"Do you want to watch cartoons?" You asked hopefully
"Sure... I can do that." Natasha unsurely answered
You were way too comfortable around strangers but Natasha was grateful that you weren't ignoring her.
"Where's your mom?" Natasha asked looking around the room
"Oh, Mommy is in her room." You looked up at Natasha "She's still getting ready." You whispered then giggled
Natasha quietly chuckled.
"Before she comes here I have something for you." The woman said
"You do?" You started jumping up and down excited "What is it, Natty?"
Natasha smiled at the nickname you gave her and right then and there she decided she always wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty'.
Natasha pulled out from behind her a cute brown teddy bear and, bending down, she held it in front of you "I don't know if you like bears or stuffed toys at all but I hope you'll like my little gift."
You looked at the bear for a second and Natasha was starting to get worried that you didn't like her present.
But suddenly a big smile formed on your face and you quickly grabbed the teddy bear from her hand, hugging it tightly.
"I love it!" You excitedly smiled at the woman in front of you "Thank you so much, Natty!"
Natasha smiled widely at you and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding until now.
But much to her surprise, you jumped in her arms without a warning and hugged her tight.
The redhead was taken aback by your hug and for a second she stood frozen in place.
Coming back to her senses, Natasha gently wrapped her arms around you "You're very welcome, sweetheart." She smiled
Natasha wasn't the only person you took by surprise with your hug.
Wanda who just then was making her way downstairs to greet Natasha, stopped at the middle of the staircase and silently steared at you and Natasha gently hugging each other.
And at that moment Wanda knew that you and Natasha would get perfectly along. All her worries have been for nothing.
—
"Look at my two favorite persons in the entire multiverse getting along so well." Your mom's cheerful tone made you break the hug between Natasha and you "Hi, Nat!" Wanda greeted the spy with a warm smile as she took the last few steps and started walking in the direction her girlfriend was
"Hi, Wands!" Natasha smiled back softly but did not try to make any move on kissing Wanda since you were in the room too "You look absolutely amazing tonight."
Wanda blushed "I could say the same thing about you, Miss Romanoff."
Natasha smirked "Don't even get me started... "Mommy"."
Wanda blushed harder at Natasha's words, the pink on her cheeks turning into a dark red.
"Yeah... She's my mommy. Why do you ask, Natty?" You innocently asked Natasha with a look of pure confusion on your face
"Oh for no reason at all, Y/N." Natasha silently giggled
"I get that now you're my mom's other girl but only I'm allowed to call her 'mommy' okay?" You stated with a hint of possessiveness in your little high-pitched voice
"Of course, I'm only your mommy, baby." Wanda said as she quickly tried to change the subject "But how about we go eat?! Hmm?! I made your favorite."
Your's and Natasha's faces light up and without any hesitation, both of you said at the same time "Pasta with chicken?!"
Then as quick as the wide smiles appeared on your faces just as quickly they faded away as you and Natasha turned to look at each other, utter confusion written all over your faces.
Wanda let out a loud laugh that she couldn't hide "Yes, you silly girls. I made pasta with chicken. Now let's go eat before it gets cold."
Picking you up and putting you on her hip, Wanda broke the confused staring contest between her daughter and her girlfriend and guided Natasha towards the kitchen while carrying you in her arms.
Natasha shook her head as she tried to hide the smile that had appeared on her face.
Who would have guessed she would get along so well with her girlfriend's daughter from the first moment they met?
Surely not her.
—
The dinner went on smoothly and you and Natasha seemed to have so many things in common.
Much to Wanda's delight you and Natasha were forming a fast and strong bond.
You three laughed, shared stories, and told silly jokes throughout the dinner.
But everything has an end and sadly this beautiful evening was coming to an end too.
—
Natasha helped Wanda wash the dishes, ignoring Wanda's loud protests about how she was the guest tonight and shouldn't help her.
After that, Wanda called you to come and say goodbye to Natasha as the older woman was about to go back home.
You left your spot where you were sitting on the carpet in the living room watching cartoons and hesitantly made your way towards the front door where your mom was handing Natasha her jacket, dragging your feet in the process.
If you were being honest, you didn't want Natasha to leave. She was so much fun and you now loved her so much.
You couldn't allow her to leave.
"Natty?" You shily called the woman who was about to put her jacket on
"Yes, Y/N?" Natasha softly answered trying to look at your face but you refused to look up from the ground
"Do you really have to leave?" Your voice broke as you tried to keep in the tears that were about to leave your eyes
Natasha shared a confused glance with Wanda as if asking the witch what was going on.
Wanda just lifted her shoulders as a response to Natasha's confused look then shifted her worried gaze down at you.
"Well yes, little witch." Natasha answered cautiously "It's time for me to go back to my home. It's late and you and your mommy need to go to bed but if you want I can stop by tomorrow."
You sadly nodded unsatisfied by the answer you just got "I thought that now that you and mommy were married you'll stay here..."
Wanda softly placed a hand on your shoulder "Baby we talked about this. Me and Natasha aren't married. She's just my girlfriend. It's only normal that she comes and goes."
"Listen, kid." Natasha placed her hands on your arms "Me and Wanda are not married yet. We still need time to get to know each other better and you and I also need time to know each other better. I'd love to stay but it's too soon."
Natasha gently lifted your chin with her fingers only to see your little face tear strained, instantly making her heart drop.
Wanda went to reach and wipe your tears away but before she got the chance, Natasha had already pulled you in a tight hug.
You wrapped your legs around her waist as Natasha picked you up, refusing to let go of you.
The sight in front of her made Wanda's heart melt in an instant. Her two girls hugging and comforting each other.
"Please stay, Mama!" You cried on Natasha's shoulder
Natasha's side-to-side rocking stopped as well as her breathing.
Wanda freezing in the place she was watching you two interact from.
"What did you just call me?" Natasha's voice waved full of emotions
"Please don't leave me, Mama!" You cried again "Stay..."
Natasha's grip on you tightened and she gently put her head on top of yours "I'll stay, baby girl. If you want me to stay, Mama will stay."
She let a few tears escape her eyes before kissing the top of your head.
Wanda was about to break the moment between Natasha and you knowing that you usually threw this type of tantrum when you were really tired and she wasn't blaming you, it was a long day for you after all.
Just before the brunette got the chance to take you from Natasha, the redhead softly started singing a song that Wanda only guessed it was a Russian lullaby.
Totally ignoring her girlfriend, Natasha made her way towards the couch and sat down while she kept singing and gently rocking you from side to side.
She then and there decided that she never wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty' again.
She always and forever wanted to hear you call her 'Mama' and she was ready to do whatever was necessary to stay in your and your mother's lives.
Wanda wanted to be the one that was comforting her baby but she knew that Natasha, as well as you, needed this moment together.
—
You were fast asleep in Natasha's arms, still tightly clinging to her shirt even in your sleep, as Natasha gently lay down on the couch with you on top of her, tucking the bear she got you under your arm as kept humming.
When Natasha's humming chased down, Wanda started making her way to the couch ready to apologize to her girlfriend for her daughter's tantrum and take you up to your room before leading Natasha once again to the door.
Wanda's worried look turned into a big smile and she sighted in reliefe when she saw that Natasha was also asleep, the redhead's arms securely wrapped around Wanda's daughter.
The witch quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of her girls sleeping while hugging one another.
After the picture was taken, Wanda quietly took a blanket and covered you and Nat with it then gently kissed Natasha's forehead and the back of your head.
"My girls..." Wanda whispered with a smile on her face "I love you both so much."
—
This wasn't the usual "First bring your girlfriend home to meet your daughter night" she expected.
No.
It was something much better than a regular first dinner.
It was the first family evening spent together.
Wanda knew for sure now that this was the sight she wanted to see every night from now on before falling asleep and every morning after waking up for the rest of her life.
And, for sure, starting from that night Natasha never left her girls again.
#mama nat#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader#natasha x daughter!reader#natasha's child#natasha's kid#natasha romanoff x teen!reader#natasha x teen reader#natasha x baby!reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x daughter!reader
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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader
Description: Sam confronts Y/N on her feelings for his brother.
Warnings: basically none but it is a little angsty. Sam playing cupid. Also Sam might be ooc- sorry
Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @okayiamkassandra ,
@fablesrose , @ada--44
A/N: Hi! To start off thank you so much for all the support recently I’m truly grateful for you all and i’m so happy to say I have people who seem to enjoy my writing. But on the writing note I just wanted to acknowledge a sort of plot hole:
if you have read the series up to now you probably know that it was said Y/N has a job and kept it (just doing it basically on her laptop alone) even when she went with the boys to find their Dad. I did this because I wanted a sense of independence for her as I felt like this made sense, would she drop anything to help them yes but I also don’t think she would be so quick to give up her life since she had her own house and didn’t hunt 24/7. Now as we are a little bit further into the story I don’t think she would have this job anymore but I also don’t know how to write it into the story and i don’t think i want to write a half chapter just on it (tho this might change). So for the sake of the story you can decide why she dosnt have this writing job anymore,for me I see it as she secretly quit after the skin walker hunt because she realized where her focus needed to go and how tiring hunting full time was. I also don’t think she ever brought it up to the boys out of fear of making them feel guilty, tho they probably figured it out and didn’t say anything either.
Anyways sorry for the rant i’ll let you read this now! And Happy thanksgiving to any and all who celebrate
Word Count: 819
A fool in love
(Master list, Previous Ch, Next Ch)
“Here you go” Sam says, placing a cup of tea in front of me having picked up our drinks from some local place as we sat in the library trying to find a new hunt or any clues to where his Dad could be.
He didn’t have a third cup with him, Dean having not joined us deciding instead to go find a “lead” in a bar.
“Thanks” I mumble before bringing the hot drink to my lips.
He sits down in front of me, shuffling in his chair awkwardly. “Are you okay?” I laugh lightly at his odd movements. He clears his throat, “Yeah, I, uh…can we talk?”
“Of course” I smiled at him, my eyebrows scrunched together slightly.
“Promise you won’t get annoyed” He starts off. I laugh, “Okay? But I don’t know if I can exactly promise anything when I don’t know what you’re gonna say.”
“Just…promise” He held out his pinky to me, something he knew I took very seriously. I smile harder, linking my pinky with his, the very sacred promise now in effect. He studies my face carefully as if to see if I was really serious even with the pinky promise.
He bites the inside of his cheek going silent for a beat before finally speaking, “Why don’t you just tell Dean you love him?”
“Sam-“ I sigh, not knowing what to say. We’ve had this conversation before, years ago, where it was established that Sam knew my feelings for his brother.
“Why would I confess to someone who doesn't feel the same way?” I finally say.
“But he does!” He practically yells, getting weird looks from those who sat around us- library rules and all that. His face flushes a deep pink with embarrassment, “Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone loves you, that he loves you?
“Look where he is right now, at a bar probably getting some girl's number or even leaving with her to hook up. He clearly doesn't feel the same for me as I do him.” I explained, a little frustrated. He doesn't say anything for a while again, “I think he does that to avoid his feelings for you.”
“Yes you think but you do not know and I…” I sigh, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
“Don’t you notice the way he stares at you? He couldn’t keep his hands off of you” He points out, referring to the Hook Man case. “That was for a cover” I answer simply.
“There were a lot of times where there wasn’t an excuse for a cover up, like the armchair.” The mere mention of me sitting on Dean's lap makes my face feel hot.
I don’t have anything to counter that, I mean it was just to amplify me being his girlfriend for a cover. That’s what it was.
He becomes all sassy and self assured as he speaks, “See! Deep down you know I'm right, you just don’t wanna admit it. And you know what I noticed?”
“What?” I humor him, making eye contact.
“Every time you get hurt or there’s even a little bit of concern towards you he stops hiding his feelings. It’s like suddenly no other woman exists, only you.
You have to have noticed that at least.”
I bit on my bottom lip in thought, he’s right. I can think of numerous occasions where Dean had ignored very attractive women when I was hurt or in the prospect of danger, exactly as Sam said.
No.
No.
Nope.
Dean Winchester is not in love with me, it isn’t true.
“You know a couple months back” I begin, “I forget which hunt it was. But it was only like a month of being on the road with you guys and through that whole time it hadn’t mattered the circumstance, even when we were in the middle of hunting, or where we were, either way Dean was flirting or hooking up with some girl. And every single time I would feel this…this…pang in my heart or maybe like my heart had dropped into my stomach. Which only made me feel more like a fool.
So it got to a point where I just decided, you know what, I'm gonna force myself. I'm going to pretend that I don’t have feelings for him. That it doesn't pain me to see him like that with other women.
“Did it work?” He asks me, his eyes having a certain solemn look to them.
I sigh for the upteenth time, “No. For some stupid reason I can’t stop loving your brother.” He turns his eyes down towards the table.
I try to catch his eyes, “Do you get what I’m saying?”
He looks back up at me, “Yeah. My brother’s an idiot.”
I choke on my laugh, taking a deep breath before I speak, “Maybe. Or…maybe it just isn’t meant to be.”
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Cursed!Draco as a Triwizard Tournament champion
— 1135 words
content warning: drowning (no one dies I promise)
Draco knew, since the moment he thought he saw a green flash hit him during his heated encounter with that one student from Ravenclaw—whose name he’d never cared to learn—on the train, that something was wrong with him.
He could feel it every time he climbed stairs, when he found himself panting like an old man as if he’d never got used to climbing them in the past seven years.
But he wasn’t going to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey just now and ruin his chances at finally proving himself.
Not when the Cup had chosen him. Not another Chosen one or a brave heart, like it had in the past. Him. The only student in this school who had been an Azkaban convict.
It hadn’t enchanted him, at first. The opposite, in fact. The war had made him a target—quite rightly. Now certainly wasn’t the time to be in the spotlight.
But it was his opportunity to show them he wasn’t the boy who had blindly listened and obeyed to stronger than him anymore. And he wasn’t going to miss it just because of some pain in his chest.
“Ten galleons that someone will take care of his case before he has time to step a foot into that arena,” he heard a Hogwarts student not so discreetly tell a Durmstrang student as he passed them in the corridor. It was the day before the First Task.
The dark-haired girl met his gaze, then, considering her answer, when a familiar bushy head interrupted her train of thoughts, a finger pointed at her interlocutor’s face. “We don’t bet on the champions’ lives, Darwin. Twenty points from Gryffindor.”
“You can’t do that,” Darwin exclaimed indignantly. “We’re from the same house!”
“All the more reason to teach you a lesson,” Granger snapped back, eyebrows drawn severely as she walked away, barely giving him a glance.
As with his trial in which she had testified on his behalf, it wasn’t the first time she put her nose in his business to get him out of an uncomfortable situation, and all it did was make him more confused. Angry. Ashamed.
The third time was during the Second Task, when he realised with horror and ever more incomprehension that she was the one thing that had been stolen from him.
It was already a surprise that he hadn’t drown in the first few minutes of the task, given that he had been denied access to the library due to his past and exposition to the Dark Arts and therefore had been unable to find a way to breathe underwater, but seeing her floating amongst the hostile merpeople for him to save really was the cherry on the cake.
As his lungs painfully rejected the freshwater of the lake, he hesitated. None of this made sense. What the fuck did it mean, Granger being stolen from him? What would it mean to others?
Still, he’d made it this far. Somehow. And before his brain could even process it, he was grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to the surface as if his four members now had a mind of their own.
Or at least, he tried, because as soon as he started kicking the water it suddenly felt like claws were closing around his heart, dragging him down.
Down.
Down.
Overcome by panic, he kicked harder, but his efforts were in vain. In just a few minutes, he lost his hold on Granger, breathed what he was convinced to be his last, and let the depths of the lake swallow him.
He regained consciousness with a start, coughing up all the water that had seeped into his lungs.
“Mr Malfoy, are you feeling alright?”
“Obviously not,” he rasped, lying on his side, going completely still when he noticed Pomfrey wasn’t the only witch present in the tent.
As soaked as he was, a few curls already sticking up on either side of her face, Granger was looking straight ahead. Like the last place on Earth she wanted to be right now was on this stool but she had no choice.
Looking down, he quickly realised why; her hand was laced with his.
Appalled, he tried to wrench it out of her grasp, but she held on strongly.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Madam Pomfrey warned, a close eye on his vitals.
“Why not?” he asked through his teeth, goosebumps all over his skin.
“Because you’ve been cursed, Mr Malfoy.” She let that sink in, probably unaware that it was a daily occurrence for him. “And whoever hit you with it didn’t want you dead, but miserable for the rest of your life.”
That didn’t explain why Granger was holding his bloody hand. Merlin. He’d never had anyone hold his hand like this before.
“Well, clearly it failed. As you can see, I’m alive and don’t feel particularly worse than usual. Now tell her to let go of me,“ he groaned.
“The thing is you shouldn’t be alive. And you have Miss Granger to thank for that.”
“I didn’t do anything—” the latter said, still not looking at him.
“Voluntarily, no, but it doesn’t change the fact that you did.”
He saw her stifle a laugh and wondered if he was imagining the pinker tint to her cheeks.
“Care to explain?”
“You were hit by an Octopus curse,” Pomfrey revealed, point blank, lips pursed. “A rare curse which forced your body to undergo certain changes in a very short amount of time, such as growing two extra hearts.”
Rendered speechless, Draco could only listen, though the warmth of Granger’s skin against his own was irritably distracting.
“Two hearts you’ve already lost,” she continued in a graver tone. “As one was apparently stopped with the Killing Curse and another deprived of oxygen for too long.”
“One heart left, lucky me,” he muttered sarcastically after a few seconds, sitting up and locking eyes with Granger. “And what should I be thanking you for, hm?”
Eyes as dark as he’d ever seen them, the witch looked like she wished he’d never resurfaced.
“You remaining heart, it seems, only beats because of me, Malfoy.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. What an insufferable show-off. “Yes, I figured,” he snapped. “What I meant was—”
“Because,” she cut him off, squeezing his hand so hard he feared for a second his bones would break. “I make it flutter every time our eyes meet,” she spat, her voice full of reproach. “And makes it beat faster when I touch you. I keep you alive.”
“In simple terms, she has your life between her hands,” Pomfrey added as if she fucking needed to. “So I suggest you listen carefully to what I have to say.”
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Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
Chapter One
Series Masterlist -> Here
Pairing: Yandere! Uhtred x reader
Summary: After hearing of a Lord in need of help, Uhtred and his allies investigate.
Warning: None for this chapter
Note: This series is inspired by the S3 E1 of The Last kingdom. Only if the witch Uhtred takes captive is innocent.
A simple job. That’s what it was supposed to be.
Word had spread from taverns in towns up and down Northumbria, the current territory Uhtred and his men found themselves in. Word passed from Patron to barmaid, barmaid to townsfolk, townsfolk to Uhtred and his allies.
The travelling Lord had attracted quite the audience at the latest town they’d come across. He’d been welcomed and housed, clothed and bathed, fed and watered. Watered with the finest ale the towns little tavern had to offer.
The size of the tavern lead to the horde of curious townsfolk to be crammed in tightly to one another. Elbows to elbows they sat. Words of one man being heard by many.
The close proximity of the masses had Uhtred lending his ear to a raving drunkard. A man who drank his ale between loud shouts of a troubled Lord far north, who was desperately in need of help. Despite the clumsy nature of his swigs, he continued to tell his tale as he drank. Spinning the story that this lord was overrun with Danes desperate to take his holdings. They worked closely with a supposed sorceress who had been cursing the Lord and his men. Rumours spread that she had killed the current lords father through a curse. The lord now desperate to end the wicked sorceress had appealed for help. For the task of ridding the Lord of the Danes and witch they worked with, he would reward handsomely.
After quiet whispers between the four and a back alley chat with the teller of the tale, the group left for Upper Northumbria. The place where Lord Ironwood resided with his apparent hefty fortune.
The lord that the met was younger than Uhtred and some years older than Osferth. He made no kind introduction. He was direct about his task and clear about the price.
Despite his harsh nature he did provide for them with prime meats and mead to be shared inside his fort. Uhtred and his men were permitted to light a fire that they sat around to eat.
The fort itself was well thought out. It has large walls with guards walking across. At each corner a watchtower of sorts was built. Inside the Fort there were the very basic of buildings. A stable for the few horses they had, a small square that acted as a meeting point, a town hall and a barracks. A final building off to the side of the town hall they’d come to learn was Lord Ironwoods own residence.
The simplicity of the facilities was far from the problem. It was the run down nature of the buildings and sense of unease that surrounded them. Stone bricks of the wall were weathered and beaten, as if attacked through years of war and rain. Some of the wood on the buildings showed signs of Charing and had blackened because of it. The few horses they did have were in poor health and looked unkept. It felt as if the Fort had been attacked ten times over with the damage seen in every place. It seemed as if their Dane problem was vastly understated. It was clear now that more was going on than they originally thought.
Everything they’d seen lead them to the same thoughts, where was the gold? Surely if this Lord Ironwood had such funds he would spend them wisely. So they he didn’t have to live in such squalor.
When Uhtred brought these thoughts to the Lord in question he directed them to a hidden set of stairs behind the town hall. Stairs covered by bushes and protected by a wooden hatch. A wooden hatch protected with a thick metal padlock. The only key was wrapped on twine around the Lord’s throat.
The stairs lead them to a small room filled with chests. After opening one of the chests they saw an array of coins and trinkets and jewellery. The golden currency accepted universally by the group.
Even with the promise of payment, thoughts of unease still plagued Lord Uhtred’s mind. Why with such wealth was the job not done? Surely he had enough resources to rid himself of the Danes.
Uhtred wasn’t alone in his thoughts. Finan, Sihtric and Osferth sat around the fire, chewing on fresh game while mulling over the task at hand.
“While I’m with you on some details being a bit blurry Lord Uhtred, the man provides a good meal and good gold for killing a few Danes. Something you’ve often done for free.” Finan reasons while tearing into a leg of rabbit.
“It’s details that are missing from the man’s story. Things that just don’t add up.” He tells the Irishman in reply. Drinking a tankard of ale in small enough sips.
“Listen Lord, sometimes details get muddled when telling stories. Once I heard of a woman with such huge breasts, yet when I slept with her-” The Irishman digresses. Ready to jump into a story of his past conquests. A pass time not out of the ordinary for the man.
“Finan,” the Dane starts, cutting off the Irishman. “This is more than that. I feel it in my gut. Something about this is wrong. Something about this Lord is wrong.”
“I’d say it’s the taste of good food for the first time in a while mate.” Finan jokes, raising a smile from the quiet monk and the bastard Dane also in their company.
“He pays more than most Lord. Stories are bound to have holes with the amount of men they’ve been through.” Sihtric adds causing Finan to laugh and producing a chortle from Osferth that he quickly covers.
Normally Uhtred would find humour in anything his company would say. The men joke as often as they drink. The two often simultaneous done. When not fighting their time was spent enjoying the spoils that came with his Lordship. Including his permanent home in Coocham, the barrels of ale they were given for free and the many, many women found willing at the taverns they frequented.
Even so he was no young man anymore. No war hungry Dane, desperate to make his mark on the land he’d called home for so long. He had a home, a place to rest after weeks of ridding aback a steed and sleeping in beds not his own. It was a luxury he couldn’t spoil through the desires greed presented.
“I am a lord and you my noble men,” the sentiment made Finan smirk. Feeling anything but noble sat in a crumbling town hall and drinking piss weak mead.
“We are no mercenaries.”
The weight the words held resonated with each man. True they were not mercenaries. Mercenaries didn’t have a permanent place to rest in Coocham. Mercenaries didn’t have a sense of comradeship like these four men had. Years spent together had proven their loyalty to one another and created tight bonds they valued more than any amount of gold. It wasn’t to be thrown away over some Lord.
The three men sat silently as they drank from their tankards. Ale pouring down their throats as they mulled over their Lord and more importantly friend’s words. Deciding whether Lord Ironwoods gold truly had any value to them now.
The next day the four travelled out into the surrounding area. After trotting down the small hill that the fort sat on, they reached a woodland. Dense woodland that surrounded the Fort on three sides. A disadvantage if any enemies were to to hide in and surround the fort. Thoughts of a siege passed through Uhtred’s mind. Thoughts that soured as he thought of the little food Lord Ironwood possessed. Land around his holding was unfit to grow a weed nevermind a yield of crops. From the meal they shared last night it became apparent that the woodland was heavily relied upon for small game or food or any kind.
“The hill gives us the advantage if it comes to a fight, but the surrounding Forrest is thick enough to hide a host of any size.” Sihtric voices, having thought the same as Uhtred at the scenery.
“Hill? I’ve seen mounds of dirt bigger that that thing. Just say what we’re all thinking, that if it comes to a fight the fort would hold no host back. A host of page boys and age old knights could storm that fort.” Finan proclaims.
“Ever the optimist, Finan the Agile.” Osferth quips, sarcasm thick in his quiet voice. It works to ease the tension among them but doesn’t remove the ever hanging unease present in the air. The fort would be futile to defend and the men can’t help but feel that their task is becoming less and less do able.
“Still we carry on. Ironwood told us they’d been attacking from the east. So we ride there, see if we can catch sight of these Danes and get an idea of their forces.” Uhtred commands.
They carry on in the direction of the Dane’s. Traveling through the never ending trees. Even when they think they’ve made it through they reach a clearing or open field, surrounded by more trees. It seems never ending.
At one point Uhtred stops the pack. A distant sound puts him on high alert. The joining of voices can be heard in the distance. From there they dismount their horses and walk on foot. Treading carefully through the Forrest undergrowth. Voice grow louder and music can be heard. A single harp cuts the voices as they quiet in union. Soft music fills the air, a contrast to the loud choir that preceded it. It lasts little before it comes to its final note and is swept up in the chorus once more. This time in a company with the beating of drums. Drums that almost shake the ground the men now walk on.
Keeping a few tree rows back they silently watch the scene before them. A vast settlement meets their eyes. It reminds Uhtred and Sihtric alike of their childhood homes. Both houses and building being mostly the same. It’s clear this is a Dane village, not only from the buildings but from the people that reside here.
In front of their hiding place in the Forrest a celebration of sorts takes place. In the middle of the social space a large fire roars on, filling the air with a smoke and the distinct burning wood smell. Around the fire the Dane’s dance carelessly, faces content and worries non. To the sides makeshift benches have been made from tree logs and boulders. The space is brimming with people. Some sharing a meal or mead, others talking joyously to one another. The celebration is exuding euphoria. A feeling that almost spreads to the men crouched amongst bushes.
The voices quiet once more as the single harp plays on. Between the sea of people a woman steps out amongst them. Wearing a white gown and no shoes, her hair wild and free. Her face bares lines of ash on her forehead and down the middle of her chin. Her voice carries across the fire above all the rest.
“Hear us Odin, hear our prayer,” she pulls a knife from her side and slits her hand across the palm.
“Grant us victory against our the Saxon scum so we may lay waste to their crumbling Fort and kill the Lord that sits there.” As she finishes she flicks her blood into the fire and the flames become viridescent.
The green flames dance higher in the air. Leaping up into the sky as more smoke rises with it. Consuming the logs at the base with greater vigour than before. It raises cheers from those around the fire and they start back up in song.
Voices join in one chorus:
Dance the emerald flames up high
Find our fallen in the sky
Hear our cry and hear our prayer
Death to Saxons everywhere
The chilling undertone does little to take from the merriment of the people singing. They all smile, dance and laugh as the flames slowly fade from emerald back to a burning orange.
Across the fire the girl walks around the dancers and the singers and the drinkers. She walks to a man sat off to the side on a makeshift throne. Made from the stump of a tree. Carved with runes and symbols familiar to most Danes.
The man is clearly Dane. His beard is long and his hair braided. His eyes are dark and his face stern. He spreads himself to take up the entirety of the throne. Looking unmoved by the jovial mood around him.
When the girl approaches him his eyes glance up. Taking in her toned form adorned in a white. A smile ghosts his face as he welcomes her on to his lap. Pulling her so she sits with her back to one of the arm rests.
She nestles into the man’s embrace, hiding herself away. While the Dane looks over her cut palm.
Without explanation Uhtred feels a tug at his heart. As if he’d lost a love, a love he’d not yet known. Strange as it was he couldn’t explain it. Explain why such a sight made him intrigued, made him curious about the girl. Why the nature of their embrace made him jealous, made him envious. Why the dress that clung to her skin filled him with a yearning, filled him with a desire for her.
For her body, for her soul, for her.
The feeling strange but the feeling right. Something about her drew him in. Fate was the only answer. It was clear now. This was fate.
This girl would be his.
#The last kingdom Poly#angelsworks post#dark#yandere uhtred#uhtred of bebbanburg x reader#uhtred x reader#uhtred the last kingdom#uhtred ragnarsson x reader
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OMGOMGOMGOMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR YOUR INBOX TO BE OPEN I LIVE YOUR WRITING!!! I wanted to see if i could request a witch reader x the straw hats??? Like imagine if Eda and Rain from The Owl House had a kid that acted like Luz. Like how she always wants to stand up for others and is kind, but also pretty innocent and naive at times. Like if Sanji flirted with her she wouldn't really understand that he's flirting.I could imagine her also having a little friend like owlberrt or at least an owl staff. Also like her mother her hair is kinda like a mini pocket dimension that she shoves things in
but instead in this universe the day unity is a day where a bunch of witch hunters come to their island and kills all of them but she somehow manages to survive. Like it would happen a few years or so before she encounters the straw hats. When she meets them it does take her a while still to tell them her full past thought. She meets them on some random island running from some local store owner because like her mother, she is a trouble maker but she's not as good at stealing. With the fact that her parents died and couldn't teach her much, all she has is old books and journals from both of them. Which mean that she's not that good at magic and messes up her spells a lot
i'm sorry if this is confusing i've just had this idea in my head for MONTHS and in crappy at explaining things D:
Again im sorry if this is to much or confusing i just really want to see your ideas of some HCs for this.
a meme for your collection (if you have one lol)
─Strawhats x witch!reader
─Summary: Some unfortunate events make you meet what you can consider a second family.
─Warnings: none
YEEEE thanks for contributing to the collection of cursed memes on my pinterest, I love it <3, sorry for the delay, I also had to look up information about the owl house because I didn't watch the series and f I changed a little how they met, sorry for that too 😔
─ Not even you know how you managed to survive the witch hunt that day, but here you are now, sailing on a wooden plank with a backpack that doesn't even have food or water but a couple of books on spells.
─ At first it was a small boat but you tried to cast a spell so that the wind was in your favor and you turned the small boat into a piece of plank, you were not a very experienced witch but you survived.
─ Your eyes lit up and you screamed with all the strength you could when you saw a ship.
─ Your first thought was to try to steal one of the emergency ships, but you ruled it out when you saw the crew, you weren't that clever and it seemed like they had nothing to do with the witch hunt.
─ The first to see you was Usopp who was fishing when you scared him to death, the others noticed you once they saw you wave your arms strangely (you were trying to do magic but nothing came out)
─ You complement Luffy quite well once you start interacting with the crew, Nami probably scolds you a lot because he asks you to do some magic and it ends up going wrong.
─ Last time you transformed Sanji's face into a trout for trying to make Luffy's portion bigger, you're lucky that the cook likes your presence, although you completely ignore his strange behavior when he is with girls.
─ You and Zoro have small competitions to keep your pride high over any nonsense, like a healthy rivalry (you both end up lost in the strangest places).
─ Probably and, despite not understanding anything about magic, Robin will help you with some spells here and there, she is a cultured woman and she seems to understand some descriptions much more than you.
─ Usopp repaired your cane when you chipped it once, you thanked him because he reinforced it so it wouldn't break again.
─ You and Chopper go out to look for ingredients together, whether to make medicines or potions.
─ Jinbe is curious about your culture and your home island as well as other sorcerers, you can spend hours talking about witchcraft with him, Franky and Brook will join in sometimes.
─ When you take the courage to tell them why you were alone with nothing and adrift, they feel a little sorry for you, If you don't plan to stay here with them, you will be welcome whenever you want and If you want to continue with them, you are already part of the crew!
─ For once you feel that you are advancing in your process of learning as a magician, feeling indebted to these pirates, you decide to help as much as you can and improve your skills even more.
#op#one piece#one piece x reader#witch reader#strawhats#strawhats x reader#strawhats x witch reader#sfw#request#x reader#reader insert
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-Ah, another day as a neglected second cousin who can only get airtime when in the background of Bartholomew and Sunset's semi-incestuous affair begins..
-Finally, I'm spotlight-adjacent!
Cyan please get out, with that hat/sunglasses combo you look like a legit pervert.
-I don't care!! We're all sick of your shit, we demand equal airtime!!!
It pains me to admit it but you people are right, I mean I don't even know half your names.
-You don't know our names?!
Of course I know your name, buddy!
-Which is?
Uhhh.. Dorboi?
-Did you just spell 'Door Boy' slightly differently?
Ok you know what I'm too busy to talk, I have to break Barth and Sunset up, catch you later, Grinred!
-I'm so worried about my popularity in the house tanking! Everyone is against me and Barth and our hot, taboo relationship!
Ok Sunset let's calm down, you're second cousins, it's not like we're Lannistering it up in this joint.
-Oh thank God the Matchmaker is here, she can save me from the torment of this forbidden love!
Ya I wouldn't count on it seeing as it's Margaret so you're either getting one of Cyneswith's discarded former lovers or a broken Bon Voyage NPC. We'd be better off with Lakshmi after the stunning success of Fedow!
-Oh please Meadow was an one time thing, everyone knows it is I, Margaret, who is the superior Matchmaker!
Do we know that though because you've been exceedingly terrible.
-Silence! Now, young Unionette, I have the perfect match for you! Incoming in 3.. 2.. 1.. Make room on this porch..
Omg it's Ty Bubbler!!! I actually don't hate it, they have 3 bolts, good job Marg!
-Thank you, that will be §5k.
Do you accept payment in the form of sleeping with Bartholomew?
-Not even if you paid me.
We WOULD be paying you, that's what I'm saying.
-Not enough money in the world!
Ok I don't think we're understanding each other. Just take the last of our money and go, hope none of you kids wanted to eat this week.
This is actually kinda cute right, I'm liking them together, Ty is so chill and Sunset is so.. uhh..
-So I like things SPICY. HOT. HOT AND FORBIDDEN. THE HOTTER AND MORE FORBIDDEN THE BETTER
-That's great, I like ice cream :)
Ok I'm starting to feel Ty might not be quite the guy to shake Sunset out of this Bartholomew kick..
..and looking at this visage, can you blame her?? Looking amazing, Barth!
-Thanks, I know!
God..
..GOD. SUNSET DO WE HAVE TO GET YOU LEGIT BARTHXORCISED
T̶H̷E̶ ̴S̴P̸I̵R̴I̵T̶ ̶O̷F̶ ̴I̶N̶A̸P̶P̶R̴O̷P̴R̶I̵A̵T̸E̶ ̵R̷E̴L̷A̴T̶I̸O̷N̶S̶H̶I̸P̷S̶ ̸C̶O̷M̶P̶E̶L̷S̴ ̴M̵E̵
-You're not alone, Sunset! I gave Margaret a dollar and scored this super hot date with the elderly Good Witch!
Spice what the hell.
-I LOVE HER AND I DON'T CARE
Oh man is this gonna be Reginald and Half-Alien Prof all over again?? I need a drink.
-Say no more!
-I'm on a date with someone else, Bartholomew! What more do I have to do to get your attention?!
-Sorry, Sun, blood is thicker than water, but whiskey is thicker than both! Huhu!
-What?
-Ya I don't know, this is my eleventh morning drink.
-Ah finally, time to serve a magnificent meal for my beloved Meadow and have a wholesome evening away from all this degeneracy..
-Couldn't agree more, Fel!
CYAN WHAT THE
-That's right, I made a big deal about air time and made you drive Sunset into Ty's arms so I could have Barth all to myself! Muahaha!
But you're the good one, you're like your mom! 10 nice points!!
-My mom June?
Ya!!!
-My mom June who spent all of college obsessed with her cousin Sugar??
Oh. FML
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