maybe! -> 0.3 the bluebeard’s wife
-you’re really stuck with the coven, no matter how you look at it. and that one witch seems to hate your guts. or does she?
this mana print doesn’t appear noticeable to you, no matter how much you look yourself over. you don’t get to question chaewon nor eunchae about the matter as both witches don’t appear until later in the night.
before they do though, you get to meet a couple more exciting individuals. the first one of them quite literally falls on you as she appears just a couple centimetres above the couch you’re occupying. with a loud shriek, she lands on you, knocking you over with her. she rants something about some spell and sneezing and mentions some other names you don’t recognise, before actually acknowledging your presence.
“oh, you’re the potato’s pick! eunchae said he was really excited you know? last time he was so happy to bring someone over was when that neighbour got a mouse and-“
“uh, i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you…?” you interrupt her another rant, which she doesn’t seem to mind. her face brightens and she introduced herself too.
“i’m sakura! although it’s mostly kkura around here. oh god, i feel on you!” she only now realises. “i’m so sorry! i was trying that stupid teleportation spell again. you know how simple it is? even eunchae does it freely! god, it’s embarrassing. if my mother saw this back in the day…”
“oh, i get you. sometimes simple things appear really hard.”
“yeah, exactly! that spell is like, the easiest thing after creating light? simple as quantum entanglement.”
“quantum what now?”
“mana print? yeah, it’s normal in this area.” eunchae is the one to finally talk to you after you met sakura. she at first looks taken aback by your lack on knowledge on that matter, but explains it nonetheless.
“it’s the ley lines. we live in a powerful area, you know? to recharge and all.” although the explanation seems acceptable, you still can’t understand why chaewon said it was dangerous for you to leave.
“uh, i don’t know if you got that part, but most of the people aren’t the biggest fans of supernaturals- especially witches for some reason? and priests make those weird campaigns like in medieval europe, go hunt and burn us cause apparently god says so?”
“okay, but i’m not a witch?”
“but you stepped into a area influenced by our presence. the power from ley lines gets kinda twisted here and it sticks to you. we know how to hide it, otherwise the local priests would dump holy water on us- i hear it works like salt on snails- or something equally terrifying.”
the idea of people chasing you with holy water isn’t that bad, but the medieval witch methods don’t seem as applying to you. you ask eunchae if they can just mask your print, cause it shouldn’t be that much of a problem, right?
“no, you got me all wrong. only you are able to hide your mana print.”
to sum it up, you are fucked. apparently hiding the mana print is a thing witches are born with. the first spell that they don’t have to learn.
but you’re no witch.
“well… if you think about it, you brought this upon yourself by helping potato?”
“you’re not helping, eunchae.”
“i know, sorry.” the younger girl lowers her head and ponders for a bit. “i’ll look for the books i had when i was younger. maybe i’ll get something there.”
and she disappears with the cat, leaving you alone to your thoughts.
somewhere in between thinking about your current situation and scoffing at how stupid it is, you fall asleep. a couple times you get woken up by someone speaking, but you don’t stay awake long enough to find out who it is. only the last time, you can make out what the voices are saying.
“should i apologise to her?”
“for bringing her in or being mean.”
“…oh shut up.”
you’re not surprised when eunchae doesn’t bring you good news about the mana print. no matter how you look at it, you’re stuck with the coven. and with the kinda mean witch, chaewon.
she seems to hate your presence, for a reason you can’t really comprehend. first you though she just doesn’t like humans. heck, there are no other humans at their house!
but now… you just don’t know. you got a cozy place on the couch, where potato loves to sleep. every time you wake up, chaewon is giving food to potato and when her eyes find yours, she frowns.
then again, she’s a witch. maybe you’re not meant to understand her.
“my unnie likes you.” you almost snort out water with your nose at the phrase. as you start coughing, eunchae pats your back reassuringly. “i know, i know. she doesn’t want to admit it herself.”
“then… how do you know that?” it’s not that you want chaewon to like you, you’re just curious (keep telling yourself that).
“unnie talks a lot in her sleep.” the younger girl shrugs, as if it was obvious.
“…what am supposed to do with this information?”
“ask her out? duh, i didn’t take you for the slow type..”
and that’s how you find yourself standing above poor sleeping chaewon a couple hours later. eunchae is standing by your side and keeps smiling encouragingly.
“just do it!”
“it’s embarrassing if you’re here to see it!” eunchae rolls her eyes at your whines, yet backs away obediently soon and disappears from the room with a small wink. you almost get a heart attack when she teleports away (damned witches).
you’re alone with the older girl again. looking at her sleeping face. it kinda makes you a creep, doesn’t it?
you lift up your hand to gently touch her shoulder when she starts murmuring in her sleep.
“no… unnie, i don’t like her… no, she’s potato’s!” you stifle a chuckle at the monologue. then your hand makes contact with her shoulder.
the witch’s eyes fly open and she almost twists your wrist with how fast she grabs it. “oh. y/n?”
her grip on your hand loosens a little. “yeah, it’s me.”
“what are you doing here?”
your eyes meet hers and you hold her gaze. “do you like me?”
“what?”
“do you?”
she looks lost in thought for a second. her gaze falls to the floor and as much as she’s sleepy, she’s also thinking hard.
“…yes.” you weren’t expecting her to actually say it.
“huh?”
“can i kiss you?” she doesn’t wait for your response, her lips landing on your softly.
maybe (just maybe), you can get used to living with the witches.
68 notes
·
View notes
REQUEST LIST!
(Here is where I list all of my current works and the order in which I (might) be doing them. If you request and it shows up here, Great! It has been accepted. If it doesn't, It has not been accepted for reasons such as requesting when I am closed, Breaking the cafe policy or something unspecified.)
Thank you!
(Your order will be done by a first come first serve policy. This doesn't apply ONLY to my moots, their requests will be pushed to the front as a priority. )
Requested works:
12. Yandere! Mephisto Pheles x Reader: Headcannons
11. Yandere Platonic! Lewin Light x Sister! Reader (AOEX) (Headcanon/Drabble)
10. Yandere! Lucifer/Lewin Light x Willing!Reader (AOEX) (i was closed but u are so lucky i have a soft spot for aoex😭)
9. Yandere! Adam x Reader (Headcannons) (Hazbin Hotel)
8. Yandere! Scanty x Reader (Headcannons)
7. Yandere Platonic Big Brother! Arthur A. Angel x Okumura Triplets (Reader, Rin, Yukio)
6. Yandere L Lawliet Alphabet
5. Yandere Amaimon x Reader: Headcannons
4. Yandere! Douma x Reader (Drabble)
3. Yandere! Teen! Joe Secondopinionson x Reader: Headcannons (Dating in highschool)
2. Yandere! Shinobu x Half-Demon Reader: Headcannons (One of Readers parents are a demon, Slightly stowonger with da claws.)
1. Kokushibo x Sakura Loving Oiran Reader: Selenic Season (Pt. 2 to Renewal Season) (Oneshot)
Unrequested works:
4. Yandere Platonic! Shiro, Arthur x Reader, Rin, Yukio: Devil Slices (Oneshot/Series)
3. Yandere Platonic! Mephisto Pheles x Daughter Reader: Liminal Princess (Oneshot) (AOEX)
2. Shinobu & Mitsuri & [F/N]: Harajuku Girls (YSIK off-shoot)
Yandere Platonic! Demon Kings x Reader: The Blood of an Unwilling Covenant (Eight-Part Series) (AOEX)
27 notes
·
View notes
Covenant Part 2: Chapter 1 [Preview]
----A SasuSaku AU WarFic...
.
.
The nightmares were unending agony; the fact they were merely perverted snippets of memory was unbearable grief.
When she finally came into herself, Sakura was sure she was dead.
The darkness was all-consuming. In her struggle with consciousness, she was rarely aware long enough for her vision to adjust, but it had to be hell. An abyss, a nothing, a chill that never abated, an unnatural silence that a human wasn't meant to live in.
She was dead. Everyone was dead. Their deaths were all futile.
She hadn't saved anyone—she'd been useless. This eternal, insufferable solitude was the Gods' punishment for her failures.
When she finally came to realize that she was well and truly alive, Sakura instantly wished that she wasn't.
She was in a cell—a prison cell. The floor was uneven rock, damp like it never truly dried. Air stale with depth, dark save for a sliver of light hemming the frame of a door 20 yards away, up a flight of stairs.
Her head pounded as if split, body sharp with nauseating pain no matter how she moved, tongue dry as paper. Stomach so empty she threw up air when the pain really did make her sick.
Fettered to the ground, bars on all four sides in the center of an otherwise barren cave, she was imprisoned alone. Long chains allowed her movement across the ten-by-ten-foot cell. A chamber pot sat in one corner, a sheet masquerading as a sleeping mat laid opposite. The thick shackles on her wrists were heavy suppressors that left her as useless as a civilian.
----See you February 20...
26 notes
·
View notes