#i feel like the witch in into the woods oh my god like you're not good youre not bad youre just nice.

[lizzieisright]

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Palestine: what can you do

were!Abby x witch!reader

Summary: Abby runs away from her (former) pack and into your forest. You're not happy with your new (woods?)mate.

Tags: fantasy au, sloppy worldbuilding (fuck it we ball), fem!reader, alpha!abby, witch!reader (so not an omega), sentient forest, stubborn idiots in love who annoy each other.

Notes: how do I keep hating the witch after she saved my life asking for a friend

Taglist: @abbysbae @poxismind @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame @pjmispunk @herdelreydear @lmaoo-spiderman @littletinyladybugs (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)

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Your morning is.. odd. You expected yourself to forget how to control so much magic, but instead it feels better than the last ten years you spent being weak. You really couldn't live like this: it made you feel vulnerable and helpless, and now that your power is back, you feel like yourself again.

In a way it terrifies you. Because you were a completely different person ten years ago, and now you don't want your old habits back. You don't like seeing your tattoos and runes, especially the ones on your forearms, but you try your best to make peace with it. Your tattoos have almost nothing to do with your power - they're just channels for your magic, a spellbook engraved in your skin. They were faint before yesterday, fading away as your powers grew weaker, but they were still there, and they will not disappear until you die. You have to accept it, and maybe, if you don't make stupid decisions this time, you'll change your heart about them. 

You meditate before breakfast to manage your flow of magic exactly like Caitlyn showed you, even though you expect the wolf to wake up at any moment and trash your still room. But the wolf is asleep - you can feel it through the bond, which is annoying: you don't like having your space disturbed like this. You're sure the wolf won't like it too. You concentrate on the bond between you to see how well the healing is happening and it makes you groan - fat chance it will be finished by the evening, with this pace it will take a whole damn week. The thought of spending more than a day with the wolf makes you depressed.

Abby wakes up. This fact alone shakes her to her core: she is not dead. She is supposed to be dead, what the fuck? More than that, she feels almost okay - she is not supposed to feel mostly okay, she fucking died! She knows this, because no way in hell she hallucinated having her throat ripped out. 

Then Abby opens her eyes, tries to move - and goes into survival mode. She is in a still room and she is restrained. All her paws are chained and she can't move. This is worse than death. Oh god, this is so much worse. 

Abby tugs on her chains with all her power, but they down even bulge. Abby growls and coils and tries again, but she only hits the wall with her back. Abby starts to panic: she can't stay here - the fucking witch bound her! She is in debt to the witch! She needs to leave before you come and order her to do something horrible. 

Abby tries again, but this time the door to the still room opens and Abby sees the creepy glowing eyes of yours. Abby starts to move around even more violently - she doesn't want you anywhere near her. You're one of the rare monsters of this world and she needs to either get away from you or to kill you, but she is not staying here. The moment she is free she will rip you to shreds. 

At least you look scared when you enter the room and you keep the biggest distance possible from her. Abby growls and snarls, clasping her jaws around the air, eager to kill you. 

“It's not what it looks like.” You blurt, your arm in the air as if you want to tell her you came in peace. 

Abby growls louder. 

“Listen, I'll free you if you calm the fuck down and turn into human form so we can talk.”

Abby is so angry she doesn't even consider the possibility of calming down or pretending to calm down. 

“Or I can force you to turn into a human.” You say in a shaky voice, as if you're yourself scared of this possibility. 

This actually makes Abby stop. She doesn't want you near her, so she needs to pick the least of two evils. Abby growls and starts to change, her fur disappears and her bones rearrange. The chains tighten around her human wrists and now she is sitting on your floor, glaring at you, her shirt ripped on her sides and her pants dirty.  

“Thank you. I will explain everything and then I'll free you, okay?” Abby just growls at you again. 

You swallow hard: the wolf is even scarier as a human. The woman is big and strong and her claws are out still, her arms are bulging with muscles, and the way she looks at you doesn't help you calm your nerves. Her shirt is red from blood and it only makes her look scarier. You clear your throat and start speaking.

“Yesterday I found you dead, and the woods wanted me to save you. So I did. Right now you're still in the process of healing and if you go too far away from me, the energy will stop coming and you will die. This is why I brought you here. I also knew you would want to kill me or you'd run away, so I chained you. Now, please make peace with the fact that you're stuck with me for a while and then I will release you. Good? Good.”

Abby growls, humbled. She doesn't want to make peace with it, but you do sound logical. And you're still scared of her, which is a good sign: maybe you won't have the guts to hurt her. 

“Am I blood bound to you?” Abby growls and you look offended and angry, which confuses Abby. And also amuses. 

“Fuck you.” You spit. “Not all witches are like this, you ungrateful beast. The only bound you have is the energy one that heals you. After that you're free to leave and please don't ever see me again. Jerk.”

You flick your fingers for the chains to disappear and stomp out of the still room. You knew this werewolf was an asshole, but holy fuck! 

The wolf stomps after you.

“It would not have happened if you didn't take all the moon peppers!” The woman argues and follows you to the kitchen. You turn around and stare at this ungrateful, entitled shit of a wolf. 

“First of all, as if a bunch of moon peppers would have saved you from getting your throat ripped out!” You snap back and get into her face, angry and stubborn. “Second of all, maybe if you didn't fucking attack me and talked to me instead I would have shared some of them!” You flip your arms around in frustration.

“Because witches are famous for being helpful and kind.” The wolf snarls at you and you can't believe the audacity of her. 

But she is also right. She did have all the reasons to attack you and not trust you. You calm down a bit and take a step back. 

“It's still idiotic to attack a witch. I might've not been so nice.”

“You were shitting your pants in fear.” The wolf deadpans.

“As if I wouldn’t find a way to get my revenge without a direct attack. You're exceptionally stupid.” You huff and the wolf growls. “You took my friend's den, covered it in blood and attacked me. Do you comprehend what I could have done if I wanted to? You know why witches use blood binding? Because it  makes us stronger.” You hiss sadistically into the blonde's face.

For a second there's fear in the wolf's eyes, and some part of you feel satisfied. The other part, though, feels disgusted with you. You take a breath. 

“I'm sorry. You just really pissed me off being so stubborn about your own safety.” You sigh and rub your face. 

The silence falls and you go to the kitchen to cook some breakfast for yourself and for this stupid wolf: after all, you will be stuck together and if someone will be nasty and poison the shared time, it won't be you. 

Abby blinks. She feels lost. She expected you to be some kind of creep or a sadist, even if you were afraid of her; and she knew you could've bound her - that's exactly what she thought happened. But she didn't expect you to actually be nice. Well, relatively nice: you chained her for her own good, then threatened her and now you just apologised to her, and Abby feels like a fool if she continues being mean to you. She really doesn't have any ground to mistreat you except some rumours and her awful, but limited experience. She only met one witch before. 

Well. She can play nice too. 

“I'm Abby.” Abby says grumpily, still not ready to believe you: you just threatened to bind her, for god's sake!

You hum and tell her your name as well while you cut vegetables with aggressive vigour. Abby assumes you're imagining cutting her into pieces. 

It's awkward. It is really, really awkward. You're obviously still frustrated and Abby doesn't burn with desire to talk to you either. Plus she is in your home and she definitely doesn't know where to put herself. She settles for a stool near you. Abby stares at your back and your arms silently, and then she is hit with the realisation. 

“You didn't have tattoos before.” 

You smirk sadly. 

“Yeah, well. Before that I didn't have to revive a whole werewolf.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Ask the forest. They made a deal with me.”

How calculating, Abby thinks. Also: how the fuck do you deal with a forest?

“So you still do deals.” 

“It's different.” You say sharply. “I don't blood bind.”

“I get it.” Abby huffs and backs off: a witch who doesn't like blood binding, might be a goddamn oxymoron. “So for how long am I stuck with you?”

“Three days, probably. Maybe more, depending how fast you'll heal.”

“I heal fast.”

“Don't compare your usual healing with coming back from the dead. Who knows how much of your brain died. That's why you can't be far away from me. You go away, you break the bond, your brain dies. Got it?”

Abby hums. She has never heard of anyone being able to revive someone. She thinks you know some old forbidden magic if you can bring people back, and it just doesn't match with what she sees: a scaredy cat who lives in the woods and has to spend hours fishing to get three fish. Your home is cosy and warm, with a lot of natural light and Abby doesn't understand how you could have saved her life: you’re soft and weak and live in a house suited for some kind old lady, not a witch who could bring people from the dead. How much fucking power a witch would need to even do that?

“How far is too far?” 

“If I stay here and you go beyond my shields, you're dead.”

Abby sighs, annoyed. She doesn't want to stay next to you for three days. She is somewhat grateful for being alive, but it's weird. It's very weird to be in one space with you. 

You place two plates and sit opposite of Abby. Abby looks at her plate and wants to hesitate, to think, but she is so fucking hungry she starts eating right away. 

It's not…bad. Edible. (God she will have to eat like this for three more days?)

You watch the wolf- Abby's face and can't help your smile. Unfortunately you're very familiar with the fact you can't cook - Cait and Vi tried it once and since then you don't host dinners anymore; sometimes Cait sends you back with food - but you didn't expect the wolf to be so sensitive to your food. You eat it just fine after all. 

“It's bad.” You laugh. 

“It is.” Abby agrees. “Did you do it on purpose?”

“What? No. My taste senses are just fucked up by a lot of potions.”

You see how Abby tenses and you sigh: it's strange to have your everyday life being seen as some kind of horror story. There's a lot of rumours about witches that are mostly true, but you don't think of Abby as a mindless, uncivilised beast even though she is a were, so there should be room to believe that some witches are not that bad. 

(You think of your past and feel ashamed: it's not like you were “not that bad” all your life). 

“Don't tell me you've never drunk a potion.” You try to appeal to Abby's own experience, but you know she might have a bad one. “From coughing? Pain killers? Never?”

“Are you saying witches brew them?” Abby smirks like you're ridiculous. 

“Well, yes. We sell them for money, that's how everyone gets them.” 

Abby is silent as she chews your food that you think is quite edible, actually - but she drinks her flower milk with every spoon and you take a wild guess she can't stomach it. 

“Okay, listen. Are you a good cook?”

“Yes, actually. Everyone with enhanced senses makes a good cook.” Abby says with pride and you see her blue eyes sparkle. She also has freckles. Which is kinda cute. 

“Then you can cook whatever you want and not suffer.” You offer. 

Abby frowns at you like she expects some kind of trickery. You sigh again and raise your hands in defeat. You tried. 

“Do you have any meat?”

“...No.”

“And I can't hunt.” Abby explains to you like you're stupid. You roll your eyes. 

“There's fish in the freezer. It should be fine.” 

That's how Abby spends her afternoon: cooking fish. She has to ask you for other ingredients and you send her to your still room, which makes her shiver. It's creepy - just like you are with your eyes and tattoos and potion drinking or whatever - and Abby thinks of people trapped in these still rooms and being experimented on. She is happy she doesn't see any kind of animal parts on your shelves. You're out of the house for the most part: when Abby looks out of the window, she sees you sitting on the ground, absolutely still. Weirdo. 

“At least this weirdo is harmless compared to her kin.” Abby says to herself while she cuts the fish.  

You also saved her life and didn't ask for anything in return - not counting leaving you alone after - and Abby really struggles to keep thinking of you as a monster. You don't seem half-bad. And she should make friends here, now that she doesn't have a pack. The thought of being friends with a witch actually makes Abby laugh out loud.

After lunch, which is spent mostly in silence except for your praise on Abby's cooking, you tell her you'll be in the still room and that she can find something to be busy with. You point at books and yarn. Abby rolls her eyes. 

She has absolutely nothing to do. Her instincts are going crazy as well: your home looks like it needs an alpha. You're not an omega, and you don't need Abby's help, but she feels like she'll go insane if she doesn't fix something. She fights her urges, but after an hour she gives up and sharpens your knives. It makes her feel easier and she can read in peace now. 

You come back in a few hours and sit on the opposite end of your sofa, exhausted. Abby doesn't look at you. 

“Tomorrow I'm supposed to go to the village for my check ups. You'll have to come with me.”

Abby frowns. She doesn't want to show her face in the village - what if some of her former packmates are still around and will notice her? 

“Can your deals wait?” You sigh loudly, annoyed: can this wolf be nice for one fucking minute or is Abby trying to establish some kind of hierarchy in your house?

“I am a healer.” You deadpan, tired of dealing with Abby’s shit. “People need me.” 

“It's not safe for me to show up like this.” Abby scrunches her nose.

“I guess it’s connected to the fact that you were dead yesterday.” You say and Abby can only nod. “I can hide you, if you want. There's a spell that will not let people recognise you if they mean harm.”

Abby coils back. She doesn't want any fucking spells to be put on her! But in a second she clears her head and thinks about it: she clearly doesn’t have a choice if she wants to survive. And you offer her help, so maybe it’s not too bad. 

“How can I know you're not fucking with me?” You blink and Abby tries not to look you in the eyes: you look like an owl. And not in a cute way. 

“Can't you smell if I lie? I know weres can smell emotions. Also, the bond we have can make you feel awful if I try to harm you.”

Abby hums, thinking it over.

“Okay. But if you try any funny business, you're dead.”

“You'll be dead too, idiot.” You roll your eyes at Abby and she rolls hers in return. 

The wolf is kinda annoying. You can understand her distrust, but her threats are getting ridiculous. 

The last step of this strange and mostly unpleasant day is getting ready for bed. You look at your small sofa and try to think how Abby will fit, but the other option is the floor, which you assume she won't appreciate. You give her the choice anyway, Abby looks between the sofa and the floor like it's a hard choice, like she thinks the floor is a valid option. Then she agrees to sleep on the sofa. (I'll turn back if I'm uncomfortable, she tells you.) You bring her a pillow and a few blankets: the nights are getting cold and you usually use your magic to keep the hut warm, but you can slip up when you sleep, and wake up to a freezing house. 

“Why don't you use wood like normal people?” 

“It's too much work. I can find a tree that fell, but you need to chop it, bring it here, chop more, store the logs. Nah. Magic is easier.” 

Abby huffs. 

“So you rely on your magic all the time.”

“And you rely on your senses and strength.” You deadpan. 

Abby doesn't say anything in return, having no valid arguments. You sigh and make a circle with your hand, turning all lights off, and then you show Abby where the candle is in case she needs some light for her reading. Abby nods and you wish each other good night. 

You both can’t fall asleep for a long time, too bothered by each other: you don’t like having Abby in your home after she has been so nasty to you for the reason of “the witch”, and Abby doesn’t like being in your home for the reason of, well, “the witch”. She is alive, and she should be happy, but your presence is a constant threat and she can’t let herself fall asleep. You can’t fall asleep because you feel Abby, her life energy like a giant bright light in your living room and it’s hard to ignore it. You try to meditate but it seems to make you even more energised. 

You fall asleep when it’s so dark you can’t see anything beyond your windows. Abby falls asleep five minutes later.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #alpha!abby #moon peppers

[asteralien]

trying to articulate that while i do want to be more mentally healthy and more stable, i am not a woo woo uwu humanity is basically good <3 i love living life and romanticizing every little thing <3 if depressed people would only try to see beauty in a plastic bag they would no longer be depressed <3 kind of person and i don't see why i should have to be in order to Not Be Depressed. this is literally high school all over again

#i'm starting to feel like my personality is being pathologized again and it's like. i don't want to be different! #i don't hate people i just don't feel any one way about them or another! i dont want strong fluffy feelings about them all the time! #feelings are fragile and temporary and should not be the basis for my mental fucking health! #i shouldn't have to force myself to feel cherry-blossoms-and-carley-rae-jepsen feelings #to forcey-worcey myself into being healthier #all this 'teaching yourself to be happier' bullshit is so. pointless to me. i'm not always going to be able to be happy #and being like 'but you'll be happy again <3<3<3' is so devaluing of the current state of unhappiness or discomfort or misery #it's the wheel of fucking fortune out here and waiting for it to spin your way feels so disingenuous a way for me to live #i feel like the witch in into the woods oh my god like you're not good youre not bad youre just nice. #i dont want to be Nice i want to be myself and okay with that #and i hope/want myself to have kindness in them but i'm not defining myself on how much Positivity i have in me #i'm a puddleglum okay. why should i have to transition into a lucy to be deemed healthy. #eaugh i just. i'm having An Time w/ therapy #aster chat

[keeksandgigz]

the witch hunt

eddie munson x witch!reader

part 2 of "the love witch"

Summary: You've been good about keeping your magic a secret from Eddie, much to your dismay, so diligent on hiding your true self. What happens when you leave your potion cabinet unattended, he drinks one of your concoctions and turns himself into stone, leaving you to turn him back, right in front of his eyes?

CW: 5k words, no y/n, reader's nickname is 'witchy' , talk of the occult, wiccan practices, description of r's clothing, but no body description, eddie turns to stone, angsty angst angst but with a happy ending, witchy casts some serious spells in this one, mentions of witchy being depressed, eddie being a lovesick fool

thank u to my lovely @reidsbtch for beta reading I love u I love u I love u

Read part 1 here, Witchyverse masterpost here

feedback is always appreciated!

You've been good. You've been diligent. You've been following the rules of the coven.

To not share the gift with anyone, a secret kept under oath, hand over the binding of an old spell book, its surface course and rough, centuries of hands- young, old, powerful and weak, all part of the history of how that book came to be.

When you started dating Eddie, you were summoned, warned by your coven to keep the magic away from your human boyfriend, hidden under a veil of thin shame disguised as indifference.

And six months went by, then a year. You thought you were safe, you thought you'd gotten through the worst part of keeping the secret.

You deluded yourself. He loves you so much, there's no reason he would leave you, not even for a secret as big as yours. You've put protection spells around everything that involved actual magic in your house, the potion cabinet you kept in the hallways as decoration, the spell books hidden under a floorboard in your room.

Although he could not feel it, your apartment pulsated with raw magical energy in its purest form. You really thought you were safe.

A rainy November afternoon, you're tasked to bring some ingredients you've had stashed at your apartment to your aunt Hilda's house, a delivery from Janice- ingredients from Bulgaria, after your shift.

What surprises you about your aunt Hilda is that despite being a witch, she does not go unnoticed- living in one of the Painted Ladies house in the heart of San Francisco, all by herself and her cat, Arsenio.

She always invites you in for tea and a reading, so you step into her house, smelling of antique parchment, tea leaves and a mystical smell of pungent resin and wood, much different from your incense and dried flowers smell.

"I need to invite Janice over one of these days" she says in her veiled voice, pouring you a cup of jasmine tea.

"I don't know if she's going to be able to get out of Haight Ashbury, Aunt Hilda. She's like two- hundred years old or something" you laugh, rummaging through your bag for the delivery you visited your aunt for, placing the jars on the table.

She gasps in delight "You can't get those plants anywhere else, she must have paid a fortune for that blood from a vampire's fangs" she squeals, running to her cabinet to find a home for her new deliveries.

"How's your human, dear?" she asks from the kitchen, followed by clattering of glass and metal.

"Oh, Eddie's fine, he should be off work soon, maybe we'll do something after" you shrug, petting her cat, Arsenio, on your lap.

"And his handsome hunk of an uncle?" you roll your eyes at that.

"God, Aunt Hilda, gross" you groan, sinking in your seat.

"Let me know when he's back in town, I need to invite them both over one of these days, it might be nice. Shall we do a reading before I leave?" she sits back down at the small table and takes a sip of her tea, tarot cards in hand.

"Yeah, I'll ask him for his schedule" you finish your tea "Let me do a one card pull, I need to get home"

"You know, dear, you've been awfully nervous lately- so jumpy" She says, as she shuffles the laminated cards for what feels like forever,

"I'm okay, Aunt Hilda, just stressed with work" you lie, exhaling with anticipation as her wrinkled hand holds the deck. Your aunt's readings have always made you nervous.

You'd been jumpy for a while, the thought of Eddie finding out had been making you nervous, but you wouldn't dare to tell your aunt that.

She offers the deck to you, you pick a card and then give it to her. A gasp escapes her upon looking at it.

A panic rises through your body "What? What is it?" you ask, your bag already across your shoulder, holding on to its strap.

"The Tower" she mutters, destruction, unexpected change, awakening.

A shiver runs down your spine, one by one your vertebrae straighten "I just had a really bad feeling, dear. I would check in on your human boy" she places a hand on her temple, heart racing as you bolt out of your seat and leave.

On the train, panic settles in, wondering if Eddie was somehow connected to this.

A call startles you. It's him.

You tremble when nearing the phone to your ear.

"Hey, witchy, I'm at your house- I used the spare key. I just called 'cause I had a question" he says, voice dubious and vague.

"What is it, Ed? I'm on my way home"

"I was just wondering if it's normal that the cabinet in your hallway is open? I had to stop Circe from getting into it a couple times" you hear a meowing in the background, he must be holding her.

"What cabinet?" you feel your chest rise and fall at an incredibly fast pace.

"The one with the wilted flowers on them, it has a bunch of bottles. Are- are these fake potions?" There's an amused lilt in his voice, almost as if he's laughing at you. Fuck. The potion cabinet.

"Eddie don't touch anything, I'm literally here" your alarmed tone freaks him out, but he has no time to say anything as you hang up and enter your apartment building.

You run up the stairs, heart in your throat, as you reach your front door and slam it open. Eddie's head swings violently.

"Hey, witchy, what's wrong?" he stands up from the cabinet, holding Circe on one arm. You're heaving, irregular breaths, as you see he's still standing, alive, and breathing.

You close the door. "You didn't touch anything in there, did you?" you run towards the open cabinet, checking for missing bottles.

"Witchy, honey, I don't get why you're so jumpy about a couple of fake potions, they would actually be really useful for DnD" Eddie chuckles, reaching into the cabinet to grab a bottle, observing it up close. A greyish- blue liquid swirls inside the bottle.

"Eddie! Put it back! It's dangerous!" you exclaim as you reach for the bottle, but he's blocking you.

"Baby, I think you might be getting a little too carried away with this witchy stuff. There's no way you should be reacting like this over some water and dye" he swirls the bottle once again "I'll even drink it, show you it's not actually that dangerous"

A smug smile adorns his lips, as you watch helplessly while he uncorks the small vial and downs its content. 

“EDDIE NO” You aren’t even sure what it is, which makes a panic set into your stomach, hoping you could reverse whatever he ingested.

“No, no, no, no, what have you done?” your head encapsulated in your hands, feeling the beady sweat on your hairline, falling to your knees with the realization. You’re going to have to tell him.

“See? Not dangerous, baby. I love you, but you need to do something about this obsession, it’s getting out of hand” he sighs “I’m hungry i’m gonna get some food” but before he can even take a step, the rumbling of stone fills the room. 

You grab the empty glass vial and examine its label. Shit. He turned himself to stone.

In a panic, he looks at you. 

“Witchy, what’s going on?” his eyes dart from you to his frozen legs, the stone spreading itself upward quickly “Witch-what- is that stone?” He goes still after that.

A statue. His cold, grey eyes staring up at you in a panic. 

Tears brimming your eyes at the sudden realization that once you turn him back to normal he’s going to know. 

His hands feel cold at the touch as you cling on to your boyfriend’s statued form. Mouth agape, eyebrows pinched in fear, it hurt you to see him like this. You were going to lose it all because of a dumb mistake.

A desperate scream bubbles inside your chest as you hold yourself flush against Eddie’s cold surface, wishing his arms could hug you back, having to come to terms with the fact that this is probably the last time you’ll ever see him in your home. You won’t ever get to hold him again.

Weak and teary- eyed you reach for your phone, wiping under your eyes as you try to stabilize yourself. 

“Hello, dear?” aunt Hilda says through the phone. 

“Aunt Hilda I made a really terrible mistake” you sob, shoulders shaking with the violence of your hiccups. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” the concern is palpable through her voice. 

“I left- left my potion cabinet open and Eddie-” another string of violent sobs follow, rumbled deep in your chest, shaking you to your very core. 

“What happened to Eddie?” The question is cautious, though unfortunately you could feel the alarm and sternness in her voice.

“He turned to stone” you sigh, exasperated, letting yourself sink into the sofa. 

“Stone? How did a human man turn to stone?” ever the help, your aunt exclaims. 

A dramatic exhale you feel like you’ve been holding onto “I left my potion cabinet open and he- and he has a spare key” you sob- all your fault for letting your guard down, all your fault for letting yourself care for him so mindlessly. 

“He got into it thinking they were all fake, I tried to- to stop him” a siffle stops you “he was trying to be funny” a string of sobs followed, unable to speak any longer. 

“You need to pull yourself together,” Hilda says, amidst your inconsolable sobs “you know how to reverse this” her voice is stern, yet shaky, she feels for you, having to let your love go. 

“The mirror” you mumble. 

“That’s right, get a mirror- circle of reflection, circle of protection” she reminds you “repeat those words, he’ll be okay, dear” you can tell that she is hurting, breaking the law of your coven, making you face consequences you haven't even thought of.  

Would you be losing your power? Would you have to move away from him? In hindsight that would be a blessing, as you doubt he would want to stay, now that your secret is uncovered. 

Hilda hangs up the phone as you scramble to get a mirror, and smear salt over his heart. Trying to reverse the spell that might have broken it. 

The mirror faces your boyfriend, his features grey and scared- the last time you’ll ever see him in this lifetime.

Circle of reflection, circle of protection

Circle of reflection, circle of protection

Circle of reflection, circle of protection

The hand that is not holding the mirror is clutched on tightly to his chest, as you keep repeating the words. 

The sound of rubble breaking makes your heart wrench, selfishly wanting him to stay a statue for a little longer, so you won’t have to say goodbye to him just yet, but the stone armor sheds, and his eyes are brown instead of dull and grey, and his arms move, as well as his mouth, closing in itself, breathing as if he’s come to life for the first time. 

He rubs his eyes first, drowsy, like waking up from a one- hundred year old slumber. He looks around the room, it’s familiar to him, the smell of incense that was there, and then it wasn’t, blocked by the earthy smell of rubble and earth. 

“What happened?” he mumbles, shaking his stiff limbs, kicking the broken suit of stone armor at his feet, your hand still on his heart “Witchy?” 

His eyes are blown wide, memories of what had happened an hour before coming to the surface. The same panicked look adorns his face. 

“The potion- it wasn’t” he begins, as you move your hand off of his body, much to your heart’s dismay. You shake your head. 

“It wasn’t fake. None of them are fake” you mutter, staring at the floor, not even daring to look at him. There’s a quiet tension, an almost awkward silence, charged with pain and heartbreak, as Eddie realizes what you mean by ‘not fake.’

“And you brought me back from whatever I turned into” he breathes.

You just nod, head fixated on the floorboards and the rubble surrounding his feet.

“Does that make you-” he gulps. Can’t even bring himself to say it. 

“A witch” you mumble under your breath “a real one,” your gaze falls on his eyes, dilated and sad, as his eyebrows curve up, a line forming on the bridge of his nose. 

There’s once again an unsettling quiet between you two, as he tries to wrap his head around the news. 

His chest feels hollow, where your hand had been just moments before, an unrecognizable phantom pressing down on his heart, rubbing salt in a gashing wound, hoping it would ameliorate it, only to make it bleed more.

He takes a few steps back, watching his step over the rubble, breaking his silence after what feels like hours. 

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” it’s a mere mumble, but the question was clear, hurt, and a little scared, maybe. 

“I swore under oath that I would keep it a secret” you purse your lips, taking a step forward. Your heart shatters when he takes a step back.

His chest is stilled, breath caught in his throat, hands at his sides as he scoffs. 

“You swore you’d keep it a secret? Is that why you’ve been so jumpy lately? You knew I was bound to find out and you didn’t tell me?” his head is reeling, betrayal cuts through him like a knife as more and more of looking at you twists the dagger in his chest. 

“I didn’t want you to find out, Ed. I promised to my coven-” 

“Your coven?  There’s more of you?” you can’t do anything else but swallow on the knot in your throat, scratching and engorging with every word that comes out of Eddie’s mouth, and nod. 

“And you let me drink the potion, God knows what it could have been” he trembles, a shaky breath escapes him. 

“I tried to stop you, Eddie!” you reach for him, hanging on the feeble hope he’ll realize that you have never meant to hurt him in the first place. 

“And- and what if you spelled me, huh? What if you spelled me to make me fall in love with you? Is my love for you not real?” that hurt you more than anything else he could have said, tears brimming your eyes, escaping from their confinement as they streak down your cheeks. 

“I’ve never used my magic on you,” you admit, voice thick with salty tears “my love for you is real, as yours is. I never tampered with your heart, it’s not who I am” bottom lip jutted out and trembling, feeling on the teetering edge of the end.

“I don’t know who you are” a stab to the heart would have hurt less. “You’ve been lying to me for the past year about who you are. No wonder I was so in love with you, you made me fall in love with a person that doesn’t exist, you spelled me!” he’s trembling, you can see it in the way that his fists are balled up– something he does to stabilize himself whenever he’s upset. 

And now he’s upset because of you. 

“Eddie–” you take a step forward, he takes a step back. 

“No. Don’t- don’t come closer.” tears well at the bottom of your lash line, as you watch him turn away, leave and close the door behind him. Words trapped at the bottom of your throat. Words you’ll never get to say again. 

You’re not sure how long you stand there, staring at the doorknob, hoping that it might turn, revealing Eddie once again, ready for you to explain everything to him. 

But the doorknob doesn’t turn, the door doesn’t open, and Eddie doesn’t come back. 

You refuse to sweep the rubble from the last time he was in your apartment, hoping that the smell of him stuck to the cold stone, but there’s nothing left of him in your space. 

The thing about love witches is that when the thing most precious to them, their hearts, break,  the life force of their power fades. 

So within a short span of days, you notice yourself being weakened. Simple spells become a hard feat, as you can barely make things levitate, sitting in the darkness of your room. 

Days begin to merge into themselves, as you get yourself to work, then home, then work, then home. A repeating cycle you don’t intend to stop. You leave around the back side of the store, to not let Eddie see you while he’s on his smoke break, blending into the crowded streets of what once seemed like the best place in the world.

Your aunt Hilda doesn’t hear from you, and neither does anyone else. You fall off the face of the earth, hoping that your hours never coincide with Eddie’s. 

But you can feel it from next door, the pain and hurt that radiates from the record store. You feel it in the way he speaks to customers, in the way he sighs as he gets off his smoke break. 

You hear him ask Janice about you, she tells him that she doesn’t know, that she hasn’t seen you in a while. Respecting your wishes to let him live his life in peace. 

But he wasn’t living his life in peace. In fact, Eddie was miserable. 

He was miserable in the way that everything reminded him of you, in the way that if he stepped too close to your store (to make sure you were working that day), he’d smell the rose incense you’d light at your house. The one he would smell on your clothes. 

The crystals that sat on his windowsill were now tightly packed and shoved away on a far up shelf that he would not be reminded of you. He burned every trace of you, the taste of betrayal bitter in his throat as he sat on his couch every night, always on the left side, because you sat on the right. A place for you was always carved in his mind, whether it was unconscious or intentional. 

 The smell of your shampoo lingers in the pink bottles in his shower, in the silk pillow you always slept on when you went over to his house. A silk shirt you left on his bed, gingerly placed on his pillow as he lets your smell engulf him. That’s the only way he can sleep. 

There’s a fear deeply setting in, that he might just never be able to get over you. Despite the lies and the secrets, he will never be able to not think about you, not when the smell of rose incense or the color pink exist, not when long skirts and crystals and tarot cards and brocade rugs exist. Not when you exist. Not when you keep walking the earth, sadness seeping in every crevice and every crack of his walls.

He knows he can’t go on like this. Not while you roam the same streets he roams, waiting for you to turn around. Look at me, witchy, look at me. 

And you’re so sad. He can see it in your eyes, in the way you don’t carry yourself like you used to– shoulders slouched, dressed in black like you’re mourning the loss of your heart. Mourning the loss of your love.

He debates going back to Hawkins for a bit. Going back to live with his uncle– leave this new world behind, just until the air has been purified of you. Until he’s no longer thinking about the witchy girl who haunts his dreams at night. Go work where his friend Steve works at, shitty, dead- end job, just for a bit. 

Confine himself to the life of a hermit, just so he can allow you to live in peace. 

So he goes back to Hawkins, under the guise of going home for the holidays. He picks up whatever jobs his uncle can’t do anymore because of his age, driving the beat up yellow pick- up truck in and out of town. 

“I never thought I’d see the day Munson would come crawling back” he’d hear a couple of people say on the street. He’s never gone unnoticed, but now more so than before– integrated in the San Francisco scene, he did anything but blend in. And he swears he sees you a few times, walking around downtown Hawkins, your hair, your clothes, your bag. Prancing around like your life is back to normal. 

Could it have been a spell? Did you spell him to not make him forget about you? 

But he knows it isn’t like you. Not malicious, not even as a witch, he assumes. 

He keeps himself up at night thinking about you. You’d never use magic on him. With a sound mind, he tells himself that’s true. Your love for him is real. Is his love for you real? Shivering in the freezing temperature of his uncle’s trailer he’d ponder whether what you had was real or not. 

Real.

He drives himself crazy, the thought of you plaguing his mind. 

Even his uncle grows worried, the purple bags under his nephew’s eyes, all the books on witchcraft Eddie could find at the Hawkins local library sitting on his desk. Staying up to read on anything and everything that could help him.

And when that doesn’t work he goes on his uncle’s shitty wifi he never uses to research anything about witches, about magic, about you.

You don’t sense him anymore. Not through the walls, not in his sardonic laugh. It’s like he’d vanished into thin air. 

You find yourself stepping into the record store after a shift, asking his shitty coworkers what happened to Eddie. 

And you’re so weak. So tired, it is even a feat to be able to make it through one full shift standing up, finding a stool to sit on. You’ve paled, eyes dark and lifeless. 

“He’s gone back home for the holidays” one of the assholes who made fun of you says “left you stranded here all by yourself? Or did he kick you to the curb?” he smirks, and the other idiot laughs. You make a mental note to hex them for good next time. 

If you don’t die first. 

Eddie comes back to San Francisco after the holidays, and it’s like he’s never left. 

Union Square has taken off the tree and the ice skating rink– he wanted to take you there. He thought you’d be good at ice skating. You’re good at everything. Or maybe it’s because you’re magic. 

The restaurant you went to on your first date has closed down. There’s a smile creeping on his face as he remembers you laughing because he couldn’t eat with chopsticks. He misses hearing you laugh. He misses seeing you smile. 

The tiny twinkle, the stars in your eyes. The way he’d braid your hair at night. Petting Circe, nestled in between you two in your bed. 

He sees you for the first time since he’s been back on the porch of your shop. His heart shrinks at the sight of you. Eyes sunken in, buried in layers and layers of woolen fabric, staring blankly at the street in front of you. 

The thing about love witches is that when the thing most precious to them, their hearts, break,  the life force of their power fades. 

He remembers reading that in an old looking book during the holidays. He wrote it down in his notebook. 

A love witch. Thrives on being loved and being in love.  

Her heart is only safe when her love is true and unfettered. 

He sees it now.

He shows up to your house after talking himself into it for a week, with the excuse of returning a shirt. The same silk  shirt he’d been sleeping on top of since he left you. He had it washed for you. It doesn’t smell like you anymore.

He knocks. Is it him or are his hands always that sweaty? Is his heart beating at a normal pace? Is his hair okay? And his breath? Oh shit, he has a zit on his chin.

“Go away Aunt Hilda!” he hears you say, grumpy and grouchy. The veiled sadness in your voice creates a rift between him and the door. 

So he knocks. Again. And Again. 

“Aunt Hilda I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, I don’t want– Eddie” A breath gets trapped in your diaphragm, feeling your heart start picking up its pace for the first time in what felt like weeks. 

“Hi” he gives you a tight smile, the silk balled up in a fist, purple with little black swirls on it. 

“Hi, um, I– what are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?” you slither like a worm, that’s how you feel. The boy you’ve been pining and crying and suffering for is here. Right in front of you. 

You look so much more frail than he’d remembered “I uh–” he holds up the fabric “you left this at my house” 

“Oh, thanks. That’s sweet of you” Your heart drops, you really thought he was going to make amends with you?

You extend your arm, so he can give the shirt to you. So he can be on his way and be gone forever. 

Hands, fingers, knuckles. He misses holding your hand. 

“I heard you went home for the holidays, how was that?” you lean on the doorframe, hands crossed on your chest. 

“It was good, I just spent it with my uncle. He told me to tell you happy new year, uh— even though we’re not—” he shouldn’t have said the last part, he sees you sink into yourself, gazing down at the hardwood floor. His stomach twists. 

“What did you do for the holidays?” he asks. He doesn’t want it to be over, not yet. 

“I just stayed in, I’ve been pretty sick lately, flu season in full swing. I’ve just been—”

“Your heart’s broken, isn’t it? That’s why you’ve been so sick?” your heart drops. How does he know all this? 

He reads your puzzled expression “I um— did some research. That’s what I did most of my holidays.  I just wanted to understand. I know you didn’t spell me, or whatever. You’re a love witch” he takes out a piece of paper, highlighted is a sentence, in light pink.

Her heart is only safe when her love is true and unfettered. 

Your head is reeling, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He spent his holidays researching you, your kind. He knows you didn’t lie to him. 

Tears begin to spill onto the old parchment, the tears you haven’t shed in the past two months resurfacing, as you violently jerk and sob in front of him. You missed him.

Eddie quickly steps into your apartment and closes the door, enveloping you in a hug. And it feels good for your heart, a soothing balm for all the cracks and wounds it’s suffered. 

“It’s okay, witchy, you can let it out” he says, as you continue to sob on his shoulder. Soft shushing sounds as he caresses your hair “Shhh…shhh… I’ve got you” and it’s like he’s never left. 

“I’m here now, I’m not leaving” his assurance makes your body feel whole again. He sits you both down on the couch. 

“Witchy, I didn’t stop thinking about you for a second. I would see you everywhere, I thought I was going crazy” he begins, and maybe he sees a twinkle in your eye, something weak, almost like a heartbeat being revived. 

“I thought going to Hawkins, just to distance myself would change things. But I’d keep myself awake thinking about you, all the time, wondering if you were doing okay.” His hand brushes yours, as you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. 

“I would see you at work, or out and about and you looked so sad. And I just couldn’t explain to myself what happened to you, until I came across that book” he finishes.

And in turn, you don’t say anything, you just kiss him. It’s wet and messy with the tears and the saliva, but he immediately kisses you back, cradling your face in his hand. Your heart beats faster than it has in a while, and it’s like magically, your skin has a bit more color to it. 

And Eddie sees the stars in your eyes again. 

When you detach you just lay your head on his chest. You listen for his heartbeat, lulling you into a deep sleep, the best sleep you’ve had in two months. He follows you not soon after, Circe on his lap, as he falls into slumber with a peaceful smile on his face. 

Once awoken from your sleep, you go make a cup of tea for the both of you.

“Witchy?” your head lifts at the nickname as you pour him his tea.

 “So, are you a witch, a mage or a sorceress?” 

You just roll your eyes and kiss him again. 

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Zosan haircut time!!!!

had to write this after getting the idea from my last post lmao. I love the idea of Sanji being like "ugh you look fucking terrible" and then forcing Zoro to take care of himself. they're so stupid and gay and in love omg. beginning part is mostly Zoro and Nami but that's ok because they're wlw/mlm solidarity always!!!!

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More than anything, Zoro loves sunbathing on the Sunny's deck. Something about the warm light makes him want to melt into the wood. However, Zoro finds it very hard to enjoy the sun when it is boiling outside, and he swears he can hear his sweat sizzle when it meets the wooden flooring.

"We're going through a summer climate, just wait it out." Nami sips on her martini, laid out on a lounge chair and taking cover under an umbrella.

"Easy for you to say, you witch. You stole all the shade." While Nami's basking in the shadow of her parasol, Zoro's sprawled out on deck, sweating his fucking balls off. His whole body is damp, and he's stripped down into just a pair of loose shorts to cool off.

"Go hang out with your boyfriend in the kitchen," She says.

"He's not my boyfriend. I fucking hate you."

"The feeling's mutual, you sweaty loser."

Zoro groans, peeling himself off of the floor to sit up and comb his fingers through his shaggy hair. It's too long to stay out of the way, and it's uncomfortably wet where it sticks to his forehead. Zoro would tie it back, but it's too short for that. In short, he is suffering.

"I'm gonna die from heatstroke because of you," Zoro shakes the excess moisture from his hands.

Nami scoffs. "Stop whining, hop in the sea or something."

Zoro briefly considers this, but decides that's more effort than it's worth and tries to take a nap instead.

Zoro hears someone stroll out of the galley, and cracks his eye open to see Sanji balancing a tray of smoothies in one hand with a beach towel in the other. He's dressed down, an open Hawaiian shirt and blue shorts replacing his usual suit.

"Hello, my darling, Nami-san! I've just prepared smoothies. Would you like one?"

"Yes, Sanji-- thank you so much," She says smugly, while looking directly at Zoro. "You're a saint, You know that?"

He watches the cook hand Nami a drink from the tray, and Sanji's eyes follow her gaze to the floor where he's lying. "Oh my god, marimo. you look like -excuse my language, Nami-san- a fucking caveman."

"What are you talking about?" Zoro would pick a fight, but it's way too hot to bother.

The blonde cringes. "Your hair looks like someone ate it and then spat it back out onto your head."

"Okay, well, fuck you too then!" God, everyone's out for him today. What has Zoro ever done to deserve this?

"Ugh. Stand up, you dunce." Sanji nudges Zoro's head with a sandaled foot. "You need a haircut."

"I can give myself a haircut." Zoro nods in the direction of his swords, trying to move as little as possible.

"Are you insa- no! I'm cutting your hair, properly. Now get up."

"I don't wanna."

"I swear to god," Sanji sighs. "My dearest Nami, do you mind holding this for a bit?"

Nami peers at the two of them through her oversized sunglasses, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the tray from Sanji's hands. "No problem."

Zoro doesn't have time to get a word in before Sanji reaches for his ear and bodily drags him all the way to the bathroom.

----- "I don't understand how you let it get this bad," The blonde lectures.

Zoro grumbles as he slouches on a stool in front of the bathroom sink, glaring at his own reflection. Sanji was partially right with his comment earlier - Zoro's hair is a damp, scraggly mess on top of his head right now. From where he is, Zoro can see the cook as he lines up all his fancy hair-cutting stuff, whispering insults under his breath. He looks kind of...domestic, out of his suit. It's the one thing Zoro appreciates whenever the Sunny passes through climates like this. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to fix this mess, and you are going to stay still," Sanji asserts as he slides into place behind Zoro. "as in, do not move."

"I know what 'stay still' means."

"Surprising. I thought you only spoke in grunts."

They both fall silent, Sanji draping a towel over Zoro's shoulders and clicking a button on the clippers in his hand. Gentle fingers push Zoro's head forward to access the strands at the nape of his neck. The whirring of the machinery and Sanji's hums every now and then are the only sounds in the cramped bathroom, and Zoro almost falls asleep to the feeling of the blond's hands in his hair.

"Hey." Sanji delivers two sharp taps to the back of Zoro's head. "Stop slouching, you're making it uneven."

"I'm so hot."

"I'm sure you are, you meathead. sit up."

Zoro begrudgingly straightens his back, getting a better view of the cook's freckled face reflected in the mirror. He always gets freckles when it's sunny out. They look like little constellations, scattered across his cheeks like that. Zoro wants to touch them so badly.

A few minutes pass, and Sanji moves to the front of his hair, taking a black comb from the counter to parse through the mess draping over Zoro's forehead. His face is scrunched in concentration, a crease between his eyebrows visible as he snips away with a pair of silver scissors. Zoro just...watches, staring intently into the other man's eyes. He's not sure if he's delirious from the heat, but is the cook's face turning red?

Sanji pauses his ministrations to frown at him. "Stop fucking looking at me. It's creepy."

"Sorry, sir." That earns him a snort and another smack to the side of his head. Zoro closes his eye (reluctantly. very reluctantly).

It feels like forever before Sanji finishes up his hair, ruffling it slightly before commanding Zoro to open his eyes.

The haircut is cropped close to his neck in the back, his overgrown sideburns shaped to follow his hairline. His hair is still a bit long on top, but it doesn't fall over his face.

Zoro's reflection looks better; neat, almost. He actually really likes it.

"It's okay, I guess." Zoro's lying through his teeth. It's fantastic, anything Sanji ever does is fantastic.

Sanji looks at him through the mirror. "Hm. Handsome little marimo." He nods in self-approval before packing up all his stuff, whisking the towel from around Zoro's shoulders to take to the laundry room.

Zoro sits there, bewildered, watching the other man maneuver around the tiny space unbothered- what?

He turns to look at Sanji as the blonde saunters out of the bathroom, definitely already busying himself with something else.

When Zoro turns back to his reflection, he doesn't fight the tiny smile that crosses his face. Sanji thinks he's Handsome.

The smile's gone just as quick as it came, replaced with a scowl as he hears a female voice giggling through the wall to his right.

"Nami, I'm going to murder you."

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Nami was eavesdropping the entire time lmfao.

Nami, to Zoro: wow so handsome!! such a handsome wittle marimo arent you so wittle?? ooga booga doo!!!

Zoro: i am not above killing lesbians. Anyway BRAND NEW HC that Sanji gets freckles when he's in the sun he's such a cutie patootie i love him.

Pre-slash Zosan domesticity fuels my soul <33333

ALSOO!!! opening up asks cuz im running out of ideas :P if you ask me for something I'll probably write it thanks

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 & 𝐌𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿    

・You were an outcast.

・Your family wanted nothing to do with you

・All because of your love of magic

・You couldn't satiate the hunger you had for wanting to know more. To understand the world around you.

・Feyre had gotten curious about your cottage in the middle of the woods. Not like the Weaver, but a welcoming home that seemed to buzz with ... magic

・When a certain High Lord problem arose, and even Amren couldn't find the answer - they sent Mor to see if you would help

・What the High Lord needed was in one of your books, but you couldn't find which one.

・So everyday, Mor was sent to help you look amongst the thousands of books that you kept in your library

・You had the ability to think things up and create them. Like illusions but ... real. Except you needed to use all your senses to have the essence of said thing and then, you were able to create it. Or ... duplicate it.

・You couldn't bring anyone back from the dead, or duplicate a human being.

・But magical objects - you just had to hold them, see, feel, smell. And at times ... yes, taste. The more you were able to use all of your senses, the more real it would be.

・That's how you were able to create your library. You literally took it from your favourite library in Prythian.

・When Rhysand gave Mor the order to get your help, she shrugged her shoulders and asked "why me? why not Amren?"

"Because Amren is looking into something else for me" (aka Amren is too mean and scary so I'm sending you, so be as charming as you can be)

・You both bonded over being kicked out of your family. With Mor not wanting to marry, and you being a witch.

・It's how you started to open up to her. Especially when you were forced to spend hours together on missions.

・Mor is a very affectionate person. For example, you'll casually sit on each other's lap when around other people, constantly hold hands, and always have a hello and goodbye kiss.

・She is a BIG grudge holder

・And if someone hurts you, insults you behind your back, or even looks at you the wrong way; she will hate them for eternity.

・In the early part of your professional relationship, Mor invited you to meet Rhysand and Feyre - your High Lord and High Lady.

・You were thrilled and when you walked inside, you saw a flushed Feyre with one earring in.

"Oh, hello!" She said, and invited you in. "I just have to find my other earring ... it was birthday present from Rhys... oh god Mor can you help me find the other?"

"Ugh, I - I can help," you said, stepping forward.

"That's so kind, but you're a guest! There's drinks in this room over here," but you interrupted her and explained your power.

・Holding the earring in your palm, you counted the stones, felt the ridges and different parts of the piece. And with a flash of light, another one had appeared.

"Oh!" Feyre said, her face pure with amazement. "We're definitely keeping you."

・And that's how you became apart of the Inner Circle. Along with the growing relationship with Mor, you were also a prized member. Able to duplicate weapons, food, clothes.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie! (Mor)

Madly In Love (Mor) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)

 Opposites Attract

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

Accidental confession during the heat of the moment/fight

Forced Proximity

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Karchata by Folknery

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 

・Mor is so passionate; there is so much love in her heart that she could explode from it

・So when she's able to touch you, she shows you just how much she loves you

・Leaving warm kisses all over your body, her hands never leaving your exposed flesh.

"I" *kiss* "love" *kiss* "you" *kiss*

・There's also a lot of fucking after an argument, just angry, passionate sex.

・Mor loves adventurous sex - almost getting caught is part of the fun. Even when you're at home, Mor doesn't shut the curtains.

・She's both a dom and a sub. But has a lot more experience than you do. As she's experimented more.

・Likes to leave love bites on your neck, but you feel so embarrassed when other people notice them.

#witchthewriter #witch the writer's headcanons #the morrigan #headcanons #witchery #witch the writer's moodboards #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #mbti #tropes #relationship #relationship tropes #girlfriend headcanons #bisexual #pansexual #lgbt #feyre archeron #rhysand #mor #mor headcanons #morrigan headcanons #mor x you #mor x y/n #the morrigan headcanons

[owlish-owlhouse]

Hi, so scrolling back a littlw I saw you were doing stuff like for the season 3 finale. Could you do like where when Luz saves The Collecter and dies in the process, could it be the reader? Non-binary so everyone can read. :3 I'm not really good at asking for this type of stuff but i figured I'd give it a shot.

All my readers are non-binary also damn making a lonely kid face more loneliness. Ahhhhhhhh. This is some major sad your welcome

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As Collectors hands wrap around Philips mutated nose, giving the Goliath a hug your eyes widen fist tightening around the wood of your staff. Flying to him grabbing him tightly and wrapping your arms around the boy you're hit by Philips corrupted magic. One arm around Collector and one hand on your staff you try to stabilize yourself but your unable to and are thrown off.

Spinning in the air your palismen clatters to the ground and you go flying in the opposite direction. You take the brunt of the impact as you make sure the Collector doesn't get hurt.

Falling onto mossy stones it wasn't enough to cushion your impact. As the wooden pole breaks your palismen pulls free from their interlock and comes towards you and Collector. Catching your breath you pull back from the celestial child. Collector smiled at you and you smiled back, laying on the ground with him.

As you take ragged breaths, ribs and other bones broken from the rough landing your hand reaches out and gently touches his face. A thumb traces his cheek before it pats his star freckles. Soft chuckles leave his lips as you dot each star. He looked at you still giggling as you touched his face before he sat up looking at Philip who had turned away. The monster now focuses on something or someone else. Another victim you had no doubt.

"Everything's okay now right?" He asks. "I did good right? I apologized."

You pause letting the weight of his words sink in. You knew it before but you're really just starting to realize just how young and naive the Collector was. Despite having all this power he wasn't just a God-like being. He didn't really understand things. He was just a kid.

As your palismen comes closer you suddenly hunch over and cough into your hand, black goop and blood splattering against your gloves. As your palismen makes alarmed noises Collector floats off the ground sitting cross cross apple sauce as he observed you waiting for his answer. Tilting your head towards him you take a deep breath despite how it rattles your body and you nod softly.

"Yes... Yes you did wonderful sweet heart." Shaking you close your eyes your entire body is burning in pain. You under stood now he didn't understand. That he didn't know better because he wasn't taught better.

Collector wasn't a human or a witch, they weren't a mortal, they didn't know they were hurting people. He was a celestial who didn't understand mortals or their limitations. But Philip did.

Pausing feeling a strange tingling sensation you open your eyes. They widen as you stare at your hand, the black and green liquid solidifying and becoming spiky. You hiss as it sticks through your skin turning a strange green color, a sludge similar to Belos. Pushing yourself away from Collector not wanting it to spread to him he stares at you, eyes wide as he focuses on the slowly crawling infection covering your hand.

"(Y/N)?" He questions softly.

"I'm going to leave now." You say slowly. The fear should be kicking in but oddly you feel at peace.

"Oh like hide n seek?" He questions suddenly looking relieved. Smiling you feel tears come to your eyes as you begin to feel a strong burning sensation. Your blood boils as the infection spreads slowly killing you by poisoning your body. It feels like acid burning through your veins.

"No not hide n seek collector." You mumble shaking your head before you focus on him making him look in your eyes like you taught him. "I'm going to go now. Somewhere you can't." You explain gently.

"Well, why not?" Collector demands before crossing his arms and you hiss. The pain begins to get worse and you realize you don't have much time.

"You won't be able to see me or hear me but I'll be there alright? I'll be right here." Pointing at your chest his hands hovers over his own chest. He looks at his hand balling it in his shirt before he looks at you, eyes wide as if he's understanding. You keep smiling despite the tears spilling down your face, despite all the confusion and pain as dots fill your vision.

"Promise?" He whispers and with the last of your energy you cross your heart.

"Promise." As your palismen comes close you nod your head no. The infection has spread to your neck and you can no longer speak. You blink at them to say goodbye and watch as Collector picks them up holding them gently like you taught him.

As you close your eyes no longer having the energy to hold them open you only hope he can remember your lessons and that your palismen can protect him now that you can't. You wouldn't be able to hold him again or teach him new things or tell him things will be alright when he's sad but you would watch over them, bless them with love.

After all you promised...

#collector x reader #the collector #yandere platonic collector x reader #platonic yandere collector x reader #yandere collector #yandere the collector #collector #collector toh #toh collector #toh collector x reader #angst #death #dying

[ilovewriting06]

Mischief and Angel- Part 7

"Okay! Okay! I think this is as good as it's going to get."

I look over to Stiles to see him nod in agreement before I look back at the Stilinski household basement that has been set up to house Amelia's pack, which should be arriving tomorrow night.

After two days of discussion the pack decided that the basement at the Stilinski house is not only the safest but also the only reasonable option. Since there are kids involved we can't just say to hell with it and let them rough it in the woods so Stiles and I have been scrambling since Wednesday (it's now Friday) to set up the basement so that 10 children and six adults could stay until a better solution was found.

The basement was renovated years ago so that it could be turned into a game/play room but Claudia got sick and it stayed empty, except for the two beanbag chairs and tv that were stashed away in the corner. Stiles and I scrubbed it from floor to ceiling before moving in four twin sized air mattresses, small but practical for the space and it allows for the adults to have their own space.

The children aren't so lucky. For the kids there are two queen sized air mattresses and then sleeping bags and blankets scattered on the floor for them to decide from. There is room for everyone to sleep but it will definitely be a little crowded, but we're hoping that this is just a temporary set up.

I smile before bumping Stiles' shoulder, "I should probably head over to Lydia's. I'll try and be home by two tomorrow but you know Lydia when it comes to planning."

Stiles grimaces slightly before grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to stand in front of him, "I sure do, and as long as you're home before Amelia gets here it's fine."

I lean into him as I wrap my arms around his waist and sigh, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I know, I'll miss you too but this will be good practice for us and if it gets too much I can come get you."

I press a kiss to the scar of my teeth on his neck before pulling away, "Alright, come on, you have to drive me."

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"Oh. My. God! He didn't!"

I snort at Lydia as Erica nods and says, "Oh he most certainly did. Most romantic moment of my life."

I lean across the couch and pat Erica's arm, "You mean the only romantic moment of your life."

She rolls her eyes, "You're one to talk, Stiles is the only dude you've ever known. How do you even know that he's the one if you never experienced anyone else?"

Lily snarls at the comment but I smile and shrug, "I just knew. Kind of how you know the sun's bright. No one has to tell you, you just know because it's right there in front of you. It's been like that since day one with Stiles, he was and still is, my metaphorical sun."

Erica snorts, "Kinda taboo to be sleeping with your son there Y/n."

"ERICA!"

I don't even know who said it because I was too busy laughing. When I finally catch my breath, I wipe my tears and move to look Erica in the eye, "But Erica, honestly, I'm glad Stiles was the only one I ever gave my heart to because I never had to experience heartbreak."

There's silence for a minute before I whisper, "At least not yet."

Lydia, who is sitting in between me and Erica whips her head around to stare at me, "What do you mean not yet? Aren't you two tied to each other for like, the rest of eternity or some shit?"

I nod and lean back on the couch, "Yeah, but the witch, Amelia, didn't you hear her?"

Lydia scoffs, "You mean the 'great heartbreak before the great joy?' Yeah, we all heard her but she was probably lying so you felt like you owed her or something."

I raise an eyebrow before Erica shakes her head, "She wasn't."

Lydia, Kira, and Allison look between Erica and I in confusion so I give a weak smile and finish what Erica was saying, "She wasn't lying, her heartbeat stayed steady. And I can just feel it, it's like my whole body knew that what she was saying is true, and Stiles felt it too."

Kira moves so she's sitting on the floor and leaning on the coffee table in front of the couch before frowning, "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know, but it's coming, I can feel it."

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"Oh my gosh, Y/n/n, that place is gorgeous!"

I smile as we crowd around my laptop that currently has the venue Stiles and I decided on pulled up. After everyone got their laugh in about it's name being Enchanted Gardens we scrolled through the pictures and we all decided it was perfect.

The picture we are currently stopped on is the exact area that Stiles and I want to get married at. There is a giant willow tree with a beautiful pond behind it and a lot of open space for seating arrangements, all in all it's my dream venue.

Lydia flips through the rest of the pictures and we silently wait for her final verdict and when she finally speaks I can't help my proud smirk, "I agree, it's perfect, especially with the colors you decided on."

I cross my arms and lean back in my chair, "Mhmm, those were my thoughts. Now I just need to reserve it but Stiles and I want to go see it in person just to make sure it lives up to the pictures and then we'll reserve it."

Allison nods as she looks through the picture since Lydia hogged the laptop when she flipped through them, "That's smart and I have to agree with Lydia, this place just seems perfect for you two."

I smile before Lydia claps her hands together, "Okay, now we need to decide on what you want for the bridesmaid dresses. Do you want the maid of honor dress to be different and if so do you want the style or the color to be different, or both. I personally don't care as long as you like it and I don't look like I'm wearing a trash bag."

I roll my eyes before laughing, "You won't look like you're wearing a trash bag and I was thinking maybe keeping it the same color but I haven't decided if I want a different style or not."

Lydia nods before stealing the laptop back and setting it in between us on the table, "Why don't we just look at some of the different styles and decide on that first and then we can work on the smaller details."

I shrug and look at the other girls before shrugging, "Sounds good to me."

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As Lydia scrolls through the dresses from the wedding boutique a few towns over, I look for a dress style that would compliment all four of them when I see it. I squeak before repeatedly tapping Lydia's arm, "Up, up, go back up!"

She sighs before scrolling up until I squeak again, "Stop! That one, that one right there." She looks at me with a raised eyebrow but I can see the smile threatening to make an appearance as she clicks on the picture. All of the girls crows around and I smile, "I think that's the one. I like the style and the color, what do you guys think?"

They all nod as Lydia speaks for them all, "I like it and with California temperatures it looks like a reasonably light dress so we won't be sweating our makeup off. Plus that color would go great with the venue. You already have the sage green color you like with the tree and the grass so making the bridesmaid dresses dusty rose will offset the green and give you the colors you want."

They all nod in agreement as Allison speaks, "Plus it has that simplistic look you want."

I hum in agreement before looking between them, "So, we're all in agreement?"

The nod in sync with a quick, 'yup,' before I smile and nod, "Alright then, that's the style and color we want, just have to show the dress boutique what we want when we go for dress fittings but I think that's the dress."

Lydia smiles, "Now for the wedding dress. I've been waiting for this part since you go here. What are you wanting?"

I smirk before opening Pinterest and scrolling through the wedding dresses I've saved throughout the years, "Something like those."

Lydia raises here eyebrows before she nods, "Alright then, simple yet elegant, chiffon or lace, no sleeves, and nothing too poofy. Did I get that right?"

I nod with an approving smile, "Yes ma'am, you sure did. I actually have one picked out but I want your guys' opinion on it."

With those words I'm practically being tackled as all of them, except Lydia who is sitting beside me rather than standing behind me, clamber over me to see the laptop better.

"What is it?!"

"I want to see it!"

"Why didn't you start with that?!"

"OW! Move your bony little elbow, Kira!"

That last one was Erica who had somehow managed to get one of Kira's elbows directly elbowed into her ribs. I roll my eyes before pulling the laptop towards me and pulling up the wedding dress I picked out a few weeks ago, not long after we got engaged.

"Oh my God!"

"It's beautiful!"

"Stiles is going to go feral!"

"Someone's getting knocked up on their wedding night."

Everyone stops and turns to look at Erica but she just shrugs, "I'm just saying, it's gonna happen. They're all over each other and they already said they were going to start trying after they were married. So my prediction is that the night of the wedding is the night Stilinski Junior is conceived."

I shake my head as I chuckle, "You're ridiculous."

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I jump off the couch as someone knocks at the door at the same time that Stiles walks out of the kitchen. We make eye contact as Scott follows Stiles into the entryway before we send reassurance down the bond to each other.

Once the door open and Amelia steps through, obviously surveying the room, she nods before turning to Stiles and Scott, "Is it alright if they come in now? They're quite tired from the journey."

Stiles looks at me and I give a small nod and as if the flood gates have opened the living room is swarmed with children. I chuckle as a few of them immediately crawl onto the couch and curl up to sleep while the others look around the room in awe. I smile as I walk towards Amelia, "Amelia, it's nice to see you again. I hope you didn't have any issues."

She smiles before motioning the rest of the pack inside and then closing the door, "We didn't have any trouble thankfully. Let me introduce you to the rest of the pack."

Stiles wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me close to him as Amelia introduces the rest of the group. I pay attention until I feel a pair of eyes watching me.

I furrow my eyebrows before turning my head and I feel my breath catch in my throat when I look into whiskey amber eyes, and these ones don't belong to my mate, but they sure as hell look like his. I watch wide eyed as the toddler, who is being held by Leah, and appears to be no more than a year old stares at me, blinks and then coos.

Amelia notices the awe filled staring contest and something about her smile seems like she knew this was going to happen, "This is Lola, she's our newest addition and currently the youngest we have. She doesn't like many people but she seems to have taken to you two quickly."

I tilt my head in confusion until I feel the love and awe rolling off of Stiles in waves. I glance at him to see that the toddler, Lola, is staring at him with the same happy intensity that she was staring at me with. When she turns back to me her eyes flash beta gold and it's like something between us snapped into place and the shocked gasp from Stiles told me he felt it too.

I feel my heart stutter as Lily practically jumps around in my chest chanting, 'Mine. Ours. Baby. Protect.'

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A/N- I struggled so much to pick a wedding dress so if you don't like it, feel free to change it to whatever you wanted. Let me know your thoughts on this part!

Tag List: @ah-blossom @gabby988

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #scott mccall #stiles stilinksi x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #allison argent #stiles x reader #isaac lahey #lydia martin #mischief and angel #kira yukimura #erica reyes

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

" . . . Okay, let me this fucking straight. . . Last year, you didn't get lost in the woods. You got trapped in an alternate dimension with Will, and it wasn't a bear. It was 8 foot tall monster that the kids had decided to call a demogorgon from Dungeons and Dragons. . .Hopper and Joyce rescued you. . .all this happened because some crazy ass scientists decided to play God. You had a girl with superpowers, but she's gone now. . . Oh, you also have powers that you haven't told Joyce and Hopper about because you're afraid the asshole lab guys are going to experiment on you. . .did I get that right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, that's right," Chrissy said softly.

"Well, what the fuck are we going to do about the goddamn demogorgon baby?" Eddie asked, running his hands through his hair, causing his bangs to stick straight up.

Before Chrissy could answer him, Dustin came down the hallway with a stick and dressed in her catcher gear.

"Dustin, what the hell are you doing?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to need protection if I'm going to lure Dart to the basement," Dustin said.

"I figured that I would use my powers," Chrissy said, frowning.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you have those," he said.

"Shouldn't we just kill this thing?" Eddie asked.

Dustin didn't say anything. He just went quiet at the suggestion. Chrissy sighed and rolled her eyes. Her brother went and got attached to the thing like he always does.

"Let's just get it into the basement, and then we decide what to do with it later," Chrissy said. "Let's do this."

Eddie stood next to Chrissy as Dustin opened the back door and then his bedroom door. The demogorgon burst out, and Chrissy went to work immediately. She used her powers to lift the creature into the air, its legs kicking out as it growled. She was struggling as she carried Dart out of the house. It whined pitifully, and for a moment, she almost felt sorry for it, but she remembered the thing ate their fucking cat. Scowling, she tossed it down the stairs of the basement and slammed the metal door closed. Dustin quickly locked it. Chrissy sighed and relaxed, realizing her nose was now bleeding.

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie said breathlessly.

Eddie pulled out his hanky, cupped her face, and wiped away the blood.

"Eddie," Chrissy said softly. "Are you mad?"

"I'm fucking pissed that all this shit happened to you and that you had to keep it in for so long. I'm fucking terrified too," Eddie said. "But if you're asking me if I'm mad at you. . .the answer is no. I understand why you had to do it, and knowing you, you probably beat yourself up over it. No, I'm not mad at you because I get it. I know you probably lost sleep over this."

"I love you," Chrissy sniffled.

"I love you too. . .my little witch," Eddie said.

Chrissy kissed him, pouring every little feeling she had for him into that kiss. She broke away and hugged him tightly. Dustin coughed, and they pulled away from each other.

"You're so going to be my brother in law," Dustin grinned. "And as my future brother in law, please help me bury our cat?"

"You know, neither one of you are related by blood, but somehow you guys manage to inflate your eyes in a way that I can't say no to," Eddie sighed. "How the fuck do you guys do that?"

"Magic," Dustin and Chrissy said in unison, grinning.

Meanwhile, Chrissy called Surfer Boy to let let them know she would be missing work before doing the same for Eddie. After that, she helped them bury Mews. She burst into tears when Eddie dumped the last bit of dirt over his grave. He quickly pulled her into his arms and let her cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy," Dustin said softly. "It's my fault."

Chrissy pulled away from Eddie, wiping her tears away.

"Oh, Dusty, you didn't know what it was. You just have a big heart is all," Chrissy said.

"Too big for my own good," Dustin muttered, sniffling as he looked at his feet.

"Better to have a big heart than no heart at all," Chrissy said.

"I'm going to miss him too," Dustin said.

"I know," Chrissy said softly and pulled Dustin into her arms.

Suddenly, the front door opened and closed. Their mother's voice floated out the back door as she called for Mews. Dustin and Chrissy stared at each other for a moment.

"Follow my lead," Chrissy whispered as she let a few more tears fall.

Chrissy rushed into the house, crying about how Mews was missing. It sent Claudia into a panic, and she hated herself for a moment. They searched the house until Dustin picked up the phone and pretended like he was talking to someone. He hung up the phone and told Claudia that they spotted Mews out near Lenora. She hugged her children and quickly rushed out to find the cat. Chrissy sighed the moment her mother left, feeling like shit.

"Hey," Eddie said. "You did what you had to, sweetheart."

"I know, I still hate myself," Chrissy said.

"We have to let the others know that shit is going down again," Dustin said.

"Right," Chrissy said.

Of course, no one was answering their goddamn radios, which is how they all ended up at Nancy's house in search of everyone. Of course, that's when Eddie's van decided to crap out.

"Shit, fuck, goddamn it!" Eddie shrieked as he beat his fists on the steering wheel.

Poor baby was really going through it all today. She could see how terrified he was for all of them and for her. He definitely deserved a blowie after this. Screw that she was going to throw him down on his bed and fuck his brains out. Of course, now wasn't the time to think about that. Chrissy wrapped her arms around him and pressed kisses into his hair, making sure to keep her arms wrapped around him from the side, keeping his arms pinned underneath hers.

"Breathe, baby," Chrissy said. "Breathe with me. . . Do you want me to let you go?"

"A few more minutes," Eddie said softly.

By the time they got out of the van, Steve had pulled up to the house with flowers in his hand and Robin chatting beside him. Dustin walked away from the front, grabbed Steve’s hand, and pulled him towards his car.

"Hey, hey! What the hell?!" Steve asked.

"We don't have time for this. Shit's going down at my house, and we need help. Do you still have your bat?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah!" Steve exclaimed. "But why - "

"Nancy's still not there," Dustin said. "So don't bother!"

"Bat?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah. It's this nail bat Jonathan made, and Steve used to fight off the demogorgon," Chrissy exclaimed.

"Woah! Hey, should you be talking about that in front of him?" Steve asked.

"He knows everything now," Chrissy replied.

"He knows?" Robin asked.

"He knows," Chrissy said.

"You know?" Steve asked Eddie.

"I know," Eddie said, nodding his head.

"Yeah, he knows goddamnit!" Dustin shrieked. "Let's go!"

They all climbed into Steve’s car with Dustin stealing the front seat and took off back towards their house. Chrissy hadn't realized how much time had passed until it started getting dark. Queen was playing on the radio.

"How do you know that it's not just a lizard?" Steve asked.

"Because its face opened up, and it ate our cat," Dustin said.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve sighed. "Fuck."

"Yeah, I know, man. I wish this wasn't happening either," Eddie said.

"How are you holding up with all of this, Eds?" Steve asked softly.

"I'm freaking the fuck out, if you couldn't tell," Eddie said.

"I could tell," Steve chuckled.

"I'm just glad that Chrissy's here. She's my rock," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Steve pressed on the breaks, bringing the car to a complete stop.

"Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy's been missing since yesterday. . .what if something happened to them?" Steve asked, his face pale.

"I'm sure they're okay, Steve. They have to be," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, let's just focus on the task at hand. I'm sure they're alright," Dustin said.

"Fuck," Robin whispered. "I'm really trying hard not to imagine my sister ripped to shreds by one of those things. Oh, God, my brother. Where's my brother?"

"I think he went to check on Will, so he's over at the Byers," Dustin said. "Then again, I'm not sure. They're not answering their radios."

"Okay, okay," Robin sighed. "Let's go and freak out later. Steve?"

Steve didn't waste a second before continuing to head towards their house. Once they were there, Steve immediately pulled flashlights out of his trunk and then the infamous bat. Eddie whistled.

"Chrissy, are you sure - ?" He started to ask.

"Eddie, baby, focus," Chrissy said softly.

"Right, right."

Their mother still wasn't back when they walked through the house towards the basement. Chrissy felt both relief and guilt. It was an odd combination for sure. They opened the basement door with Chrissy ready to use her powers if she needed to, but they didn't hear anything.

"I'll go down and check it out," Steve said

"Steve, I have powers. Shouldn't I go down?" Chrissy asked.

Steve looked at her. She could easily recognize any of his looks. She always could. She was too important to lose, and not just because she had powers. They were friends, and she meant too much to him.

"I got my bat," Steve said. "I'll be fine."

Steve disappeared into the basement as they others waited outside. It was silent for a moment, and Chrissy felt her chest tighten painfully. She cursed Steve for being so stubborn. He appeared so suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, it caused them all to jump.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Get down here," Steve said.

The four of them stumbled down the stairs and into the basement. Steve picked up a piece of slimy skin like substance with his bat.

"Dart's grown again," Dustin said.

"It's like a giant booger," Eddie said as he stared at it.

He reached out and touched the dead skin, making a face at the sensation as he rubbed between his fingers. Chrissy stared at her boyfriend in disbelief as he brought his fingers close to his face and sniffed it. Everyone yelled when he licked it with the tip of his tongue. Eddie made a face and stuck out his tongue repeatedly.

"That's disgusting!" Eddie exclaimed.

"No, shit, dumbass! Of course, it's disgusting!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, the thought popped into my head, and I did it," Eddie said.

"I love you, Eddie, but I'm never kissing you again," Chrissy said.

For a split second, an irrational thought popped into her head. Should she break up with him? No, no, no. It was disgusting what he just did, but she still loved him. For better or worse, right? Eddie stared at her, his brown eyes getting bigger, and she couldn't help but smile. God, help her she loved the man.

"Look at this," Steve said.

Chrissy and the others followed Steve’s line of sight. Shit. In the corner of the basement, a large hole had been made. The damn thing had tore through the concrete. Eddie cursed yet again.

"We should have killed the damn thing," Eddie said.

"It's a hard fucker to kill," Steve said as they all stared into the dark tunnel that it had made. "Probably just as hard when it's a baby."

Chrissy paled as she looked into the hole with the others. The demogorgon was out in Hawkins, Mews was dead, and she didn't know where her friends were. Yeah, she could feel the panic start to come on. She reached out and grabbed Eddie's hand, gripping it tightly.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Eddie whispered. "I'm here."

That should comfort her, right? He was here now in the thick of it all with them. Why did she feel so unsettled then? She felt the hairs raise up on the back of her neck, and she shuddered. Someone was going to die.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham lives #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #eddissy #hellcheer #dustin henderson #henderfam #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things argyle #robin buckley #with a side of #stancy #jargyle #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic buckingham #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

[enimintisay]

I just finished watching the fourth episode of Unicron: Wariors Eternal and I gotta say I feel bad dor everyone in this.

spoilers ahead

Imagine being Edred, you see your lover again, someone you have been with for over a thousand years, she isn't acting her normal self, you don't know why, you've been doing this resurection thing for ages so why doesn't she seem to even recognise you? and she doesn't want to help you fight literal evil AND she hates you AND she a fiance apearenty, what the hell is going on?.

Melinda/Emma, it's your wedding , you're gonna get married to the love of your life, you feel like nothing will be able to ruin that special day and all of a sudden some robot dude you've never seen before appears and blasts you with some weird magic beam and now you almost can't remember a thing, you run away, things keep getting weirder, you hurt innocent people, you're wanted, you have a witch inside of you who wants to use your body but you don't let her and now she's mad because oh my god why can't you just let me use you're damn body?the world is at stakes here! you selfish child this isn't a game everyone you care about is gonna be destroyed.

Winston, you watch your beloved fiance get turned into some kind weird witch by previous robot, she doesn't know you, she doesn't want to talk to you, she runs away multiple times and even hurts you, you don't know what's going on, some elf dude says she's not Emma she says she's not Emma or at least not really, previous elf dude tells you to go home and that the woman you where about to marry literal days ago isn't yours anymore and leaves you on some wood in the middle of nowhere, what are you even suposed to do then?

Emma's parents oh my god your daughter, your flesh and blood just turns into that thing in front of you, she comes back again just to tell she isn't herself anymore and even you start believing that, you see her in the papers as a criminal and you have to just deal with it because your powerless and don't even know where she is.

Serously the only ones who seem to be sort of okay are Coprenicus and Alphy/Seng mainly because one is a literal child and the other must have been prepared for this kind of bullshit to happen.

(sorry for my english)

#Unicorn: Warriors Eternal #Unicorn Warriors Eternal #Melinda #emma fairfax #Seng #copernicus #Winston #Edred #I really hope both Edred and Winston get their girls back #same thing for Melinda and Emma #also stop getting mad at Copernicus he's just doing his job #this is the longest thing I have ever wrote #never again

[chuuyrr]

Hi!! I’m good how are you!💗 I’m so happy the Rq are open for scarlet witch bb fushiguro :)) I’ve been missing DaddyGojo, so how would he be when he would see her using her wiggly wood for good like an older woman dropped her groceries and bb saw and picked them up with her powers. Or even using the power of healing a puppies paw 🥺 thank you have a great night/day!!!

dad! gojo when scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader uses chaos magic to help people

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, mentions of scarlet witch's powers, proud! dad! gojo and themes of fluff

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x reader

hello, anon!! that's great to hear and thank you for asking. i'm doing okay too, better than before actually since i've been feeling blue for the past few days, erm, weeks i suppose, :) you're always welcome. enjoy reading ♡

you should only use your chaos magic for good, as gojo, your brother, and other family-figures. have taught you.

although it is not something you use every day due to your lack of experience and proper training, the most you can do with it is teleport, however, because it is mostly influenced by your emotions, it takes time for you to use and return with it at will. nonetheless, you've gotten the hang of it.

you started practicing at home by helping gojo with the dishes. you use your red psionics to place the plates in their racks. you may have broken a few plates, but you were able to put them back together as good as new, which surprised gojo, and then you began to use it for more than just helping gojo put the plates back and fixing your shelves and toys, and you began to use it outside in public.

you and gojo were strolling through the streets. you had just finished playing in the park and eating some delicious food when you noticed an elderly lady carrying a large number of grocery bags. gojo was speaking to you and asking what you wanted for dinner when you abruptly let go of his hand.

"kikufuku? kikufuku!" the limitless sorcerer was surprised to find you gone. "where did you go?"

gojo was on the verge of panicking until he saw you with an elderly lady. when he saw your red psionics in action and how the poor old lady had dropped her groceries, he was ready to fetch you, specifically to tell you not to bother her. you were assisting her by picking up her groceries with your chaos magic, but you made it appear as if you were carrying it alone.

gojo's eyes widened at that moment. he couldn't help but be proud with you. although it was a small thing, seeing you assist and use your near god-like abilities for something like this was enormous—in fact, it was more than enough.

"kikufuku! there you are!"

gojo approached you shortly after you had assisted the elderly lady with her groceries because he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"oh, my. is this your daughter, kind sir?" the old lady looked up at your adoptive dad with her face wrinkling into a smile as she motioned over you.

"mhm, this is my daughter." gojo nodded with a grin in response.

"your daughter just helped me with the groceries i dropped," the old lady scratched the nape of her neck, "what a kind-hearted child you've raised," she added, extending a hand to ruffle your hair in praise as she smiled.

"daddy taught me that i should only use—erm, to do good always!" you told her, quickly correcting yourself so that you didn't mention your chaos magic. after all, your chaos magic are supposed to be kept hidden, especially to the non-jujutsu sorcerers.

"oh, come on, kikufuku. you give me too much credit. it was you who saw and helped her," gojo chuckled softly, shaking his head, "not me."

"your father's right, dear." the old lady nodded in agreement, "thank you very much."

"you're welcome! i'm happy i was able to help." you giggled, clasping your hands together.

"ah, i know just the thing. here. you can have this." the old lady said as she grabbed a piece of chocolate bar from her grocery bag and handed it to you, "i bought plenty of chocolate to give to my grandchildren, so don't worry,"

you immediately looked up to gojo. you accepted the chocolate bar after he nodded his approval, "thank you!"

you were whisked into gojo's arms as soon as the old lady you helped left after you and gojo said your goodbyes and hailed her a cab so she didn't have to carry those heavy groceries. a giggle escaped your lips as he kissed your face all over and nuzzled his face against yours.

"daddy, that tickles!" you voiced out in between your giggles, "hey!"

"i'm just so proud of you, kikufuku!" gojo exclaimed before kissing you on the cheek, "you did great. you even made it look like you were carrying those groceries yourself when you used your magic."

"thank you," you chimed before explaining, "i really wanted to help her, i was watching her already while we were walking, but then she dropped her groceries," a smile then graced your features as you stared at the chocolate bar she gave you, "helping people with my powers is really nice. she looked so happy, daddy. i wanna make people happy too with my powers."

"i'm sure you'll be able to help even more people as you improve your powers and grow up, kikufuku," gojo gently pinched your cheek, "you're already making incredible progress."

"then, im gonna practice with my powers some more when i get the chance!" you exclaimed with a determined look across your [color] eyes.

you remained true to your words. since then, you've been constantly practicing your chaos magic, whether by helping people in carrying heavy items, such as the old lady's groceries in the past, or by patching up. it was something you learned from your auntie shoko back in jujutsu tech when you spent time with her at her office or rather infirmary room. shoko was healing megumi's injury after he went on a mission with yuuji and nobara, and you and shoko realized you could do the same with your red psionics when you tried to help her.

shoko saw your potential and gave you tips and tricks on how to use your chaos magic to heal others in a similar way to a reversed cursed technique, but instead of patching people up, you ended up patching up a puppy's paw while you were with gojo, and he was incredibly proud of you once again.

not only were you helping so many people, but it wasn't just people you had a kind heart for, and your powers were improving every day. sure, you still use it to cause mischief on occasion, such as appearing and disappearing to scare him and his students, but the fact that you primarily use it to help was admirable. again, gojo was proud of you because he was able to raise you well, and wondered if toji was as proud of you as he was—but gojo's certain, your biological dad is without needing to hear the answer.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #gojo imagine #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader platonic #jjk x you platonic #jjk x y/n platonic #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk hcs #jjk scenarios #jjk fanfic

[tathrin]

gigolas for the "send me a ship" meme?

...I don't think I've posted anything like that? Certainly not recently enough that I have any idea what you're talking about anon, I'm so sorry. This is the most recent thing that anyone I follow has posted that fits that criteria, so that's what I'm going to respond using because idk where else to go looking for something to use. If you're looking for a response to something else please send me a link or a more specific tag so I can find it?

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Legolas seems the obvious choice for the hunter motif with the archery and forest stuff, but tbh I think I'd rather go the other way on this one because Mirkwood = great place for cryptids and monsters. So we'll have Gimli be the monster hunter, and he can still use his axes (silver-tipped of course) only of course he's always been more thoughtful and poetic than just any old hunter, so it doesn't take him long to realize that there's more going on than it seems when he walks into that little village in Dale. Seems like the werewolf that's been "terrorizing" them only started doing so when they went after him first, and this weird skittish feral creature doesn't seem like he actually enjoys hurting people — although oh boy will he if he gets pushed to it, as Gimli discovers when he accidentally stumbles on the real source of the problems in Dale that the shy werewolf was being scapegoated for. All of a sudden there's a wolf between him and the biggest fucking spider he's ever seen and it's snarling and oh shit. Oh shit, he has feelings now. Gimli's uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Yeah I feel like if there's a "weird creature" involved, then the weird creature is going to have to be Legolas, sorry to be repetitive. But. Gimli is just trying to mind his own business and have a simple, ordinary life on the shore, and this fucking fish-man keeps popping-up to pester him and sing and oh my gods does he ever stop singing? And when did Gimli start liking the damn songs? Capsizing during the storm is entirely Legolas's fault, because if Gimli hadn't been so damn distracted by all the fucking songs and flirting he wouldn't have been so behind on his catch that he'd have gone out in that weather, so getting saved by the damn fish is just what Legolas owes him for creating this situation in the first place, really. (Anyway surely there's a better way to keep someone from drowning then giving them air via kisses, right!?) Dammit. His uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Okay and this time we're going to reverse things, and Legolas isn't the weird creature...he's the weirder witch. The witch in the woods, people call him, but they say it in a very different tone than the one they use when they talk about the witch in the other woods, the pretty light-dappled one with the golden leaves. People are so judgemental about things like growth so thick no light gets through, and fungus growing up the sides of your cottage, and spiderwebs thick enough to spin cloth from, and rivers that put you to sleep for three days...and, well, the spiders can be a problem, yes, but only because their natural predators have been hunted nearly to extinction. So they're running rampant, and it's not good for the balance of the forest, so they have to be culled now and then or it's going to throw the whole ecosystem completely out of balance. It's not Legolas's fault that the old book he found for Spider's Bane was damaged in a fire sometime during the previous witch's tenure, and that part of the instructions were unreadable. He thought he was just going to summon a few magical stone-bears who would eat some of the spiders. He didn't realize he was binding himself to a familiar...or that said familiar would start looking less and less like a bear and more and more like a person the longer he was there. He certainly didn't realize that the stone-bear was doing it on purpose, because it had taken a fancy to Legolas. It was supposed to be a semi-sentient magical construct, not a...not a person! With feelings, and thoughts, and the ability to tailor its own shape to suit its whims (it wasn't even supposed to have whims!), and the most fantastic beard that Legolas has ever seen...

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Gimli is quite happy working at the coffee shop, thank you very much everyone who thinks it's funny to make jokes about his English Degree In Coffee ha ha. The owner is nicely chill (all the weed probably contributes) even when Gimli has to get curt with problem customers. He gets to work on his novel in between busy periods, and most of the really annoying would-be-customers go to the corporate shop down the street instead of this hole-in-the-wall that serves real coffee, thank you. Of course, the owner also seems to know veritable tons of the weirdest people, including Gimli's own uncles (how old is he, anyway?) which he didn't discover until after he'd been working there for six months and Fili came in shouting "Yo, Gandalf, how's the rugrat doing?" and embarrassing him half to death, thanks. Honestly it would be a perfect job if it wasn't for that weird-ass perky blonde who drinks way more caffeine than can possibly be healthy even before he covers it in twenty ounces of whipped cream and sprinkles, ugh. He's in there all the time, so much so that Gimli forgot he was there when he started muttering plot-points out loud, which blondie apparently decided to treat as story-time, and now he comes in every day asking for the next section and sure, it's helping Gimli actually get the damn thing written if only to stop blondie from pestering him, but he's pretty sure he's going to strangle him in a month and even Gandalf isn't a chill enough boss to be chill with that, Gimli is pretty sure, and...and then he gets just the worst rejection letter from that poetry zine, and he can't stop crying at the counter, and suddenly blondie is hugging him and offering to "show the editors the error of their ways, no really it's gotta be fixed if they rejected you because your stuff is so good, Gimli! And that's not okay. I'll get some of my pals, we'll ride over and explain things to them and—" and the kiss didn't mean anything, Gimli was just sad and confused and tired, and now blondie's bringing him flowers when he comes in, what the fuck—?

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I think I'm skipping this one because I'm not a fan of the power-dynamics here, sorry. I'm sure lots of people have written lovely fics with this sort of premise that manage to find a way to balance them (or to lean-in on the power-imbalance taboo) but I'm gonna. skip it. sorry.

I think having them be professors of rival departments would be lovely, though. So substitute that, there we go.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Maybe I'm getting lazy at this point, but I'm just going to go with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gimli son of Glóin, noble knight of Erebor. There have always been monsters in those woods, but they were little things that could be dealt with relatively easily as long as one knew the proper techniques and took the proper precautions. (Gimli had never seen a castle with anti-spider fire-netting before. It was...unsettling, to say the least.) But then bigger, nastier things started being sighted. Then rumors spread of some sort of witch, some sort of Necromancer, lurking in the forest, likely in the ruined tower in the south. The queen took a company of soldiers to investigate, and never came home. Distraught, King Thranduil forbid any of his people from going near it—but the monsters kept coming, kept getting worse. So he put out a call for knights and battle-wizards, and knowing the riches of the Woodland Kingdom, many came.

Not many Dwarven Knights were interested, there being too many years of bad-blood between their people and the elves, but Gimli was young and eager to prove himself. He figured that he would be able to easily dispatch whatever monster had the flighty, feckless elves in a tither, and take his renown and his treasure home in a fortnight or so. The sight of so many warriors returning bloody and reeling, or not returning at all, was disquieting...but Gimli was young, and bold, and once the elvish prince accidentally insulted his honor and his courage there was no way he was going to turn tail and go home now, no sir! Of course, the prince was just frustrated because his father wouldn't allow him to risk his life going after the Necromancer himself, and lashing-out at Gimli because Gimli was unlucky enough to say the wrong thing at the wrong time—but it still happened, and it happened in front of the entire damn court as well as all the experienced warriors who'd come for their chance at the treasure and the glory too, and there's no way the story isn't going to get back to Gimli's uncles and they'll never let him hear the end of the time he got into a shouting-match like a child with a fucking elf-prince. Ugh. At this point, it would almost be a mercy if the Necromancer did kill him—but at least if Gimli's the one who does the job, he'll be able to reclaim at least some of his dignity. So he leaves early, hoping to beat the next round of knights to the tower by himself.

The last thing Gimli expected—or wanted—was for the fucking prince to follow him...!

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Tough, because I'm honestly struggling to see either of them as a parent, but I'm going to go with Gimli as the dad here. Probably for something between kindergarten and third grade; I feel like Legolas would be best suited as a teacher for little kids. He's got the optimism and the energy and the complete willingness to go sit in the mud puddle beside them and listen very seriously to their long and incoherent stories and act like he's understanding every word (and honestly he somehow probably is, he's like the Kid Whisperer). Gimli is still struggling to get little Moli to open-up to him two years after the kid's parents died and left their single nephew juggling sudden parenthood and shared grief. When Moli comes home from school not just smiling but chattering, Gimli thinks it's a miracle. The miracle turns out to have a name, and that's Legolas. Unfortunately, Gimli doesn't realize that until they've already ended up as PTA Enemies For Life over an argument so stupid that frankly Gimli can't even remember what it was. Something about jewelry and the dress code, he thinks? Ugh, Legolas might be great with kids but that's clearly his only skill. Whatever, Gimli can deal with him for one school year. Unfortunately, he has to deal with him all the time because Moli adores the asshole. Well, fine. Gimli can do this, for the kid. He can do this. It would be a lot easier if Legolas wasn't every bit as pretty as he is annoying, dammit...

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Whoops I probably should have read through all these before I started writing them, huh? Already used the Gimli Is A Writer on the coffee shop one, oh well. Anyway: Gimli Silvertongue is obviously the writer, because his skill with word-smithing is literally canonical. So Legolas is the keen-eyed editor working for Mirkwood Publishing, and he falls in love with the author behind the novels long before ever meeting him in person, and he certainly didn't expect a short, hairy slab of muscle who looks like he does caber-tossing as a daily warm-up when he pictured the guy who wrote all these sweet, soaring, poetry-riddled stories, but. well, everyone says not to judge a book by its cover (although Legolas knows how important good cover design is, thank you, and always sulks a little over that saying because hello are you paying attention?) so maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off-guard when he failed to accurately judge the author by the interior...now he just needs to figure out to get un-tongue-tied enough that he can go talk to the guy whose over-use of semi-colons he's spent literally hours arguing over, shit.

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Anyway, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted, anon. But thank you for sending it in (or...sending something in, at least, oops) because it actually ended up being a lot of fun to answer. Hopefully you enjoyed it too, whether it was what you were actually looking for or not! And if it wasn't, feel free to clarify what you were really after and I'll try again. Sorry!

#gigolas #gimleaf #ask meme #gimli #legolas #aus #shipping #gimleaf aus #long post #my writing #my stuff

[freyrmichokolatte]

@mushoki's Sapphic Witch!Jimmy and Maid!Timmy post gave me life and my imagination burst so here's another AU

For starters, Jimmy's name is Judelyn Inge Neutron, and her nickname being Jully. The name "Judelyn" implies that you are a natural born leader, highly focused, and achievment oriented. I took the name "Inge" from Inge Lehmann, a female scientist that discovered the Earth's core. The name also originated from old Norse meaning Hero's daughter, and Ing's protecting (Ing was the Norse God of peace and fertility.) The name/nickname "Jully" means a tendency to exhibit extremes in terms of material success.

Timmy's name is Theodosia Teresa Turner (Timantha Turner is overrated and that's an actual character from FOP:TNG), and her nickname being Tracy. Theodosia means "God's gift" and I wanted to add a tad bit of Hamilton. Teresa is associated with free-spirit (Fun fact: apparently, people named Teresa often make quick and reckless decisions especially on dangerous sittuations and I find it hilarious because Timmy does the same thing). Tracy means "War-like" "Fighter" and "Brave Warrior".

OKAY! Now that's out of the way, here's a WARNING: My idea is ENTIRELY different from Mushoki's based on the captions and tags. Just a heads up <333

Tracy is a runaway Sorceress from her homeland and works as the Royal family's Royal spy and is disguised as their Vice-Head Maid. Jully is a well-know witch that is somehow seen as a threat to the people of Dimmsdale and the Royal family's eyes. She travels from land-to-land and Island-to-Island with her Great wolf Goddard who's normally disguised as a normal looking wolf.

Jully and Tracy met when The King of Dimmsdale ordered Tracy to spy and guard Mythico Forest at midnight near Dimmsdale due to the rumors they've heard from the people of Dimmsdale. Few days passed and Tracy didn't get any proper rest. She didn't have the energy to fight back when a Black Bear appeared and attacked her. Luckily for Tracy, a person in a silhouette of red appeared in front of her. The last thing she saw was magic being cast before Tracy completely passed out.

Then she woke up and the first thing she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling that looked like it's made out of Mystic Wood based on the purple color. Tracy heard a feminine voice and was absolutely flushed when she saw the girl.

I mean, how can you not when this random woman in a non-typical witch costume leaned towards you and rested a hand on your cheek to your forehead and asked if you're alright if you're feeling nauseous if you feel pain anywhere.

Bonus point because she wears glasses. Fucking glasses.

Tracy introduced herself in a not-so semi-formal way due to her stutters and shaking. The witch laughed it off lowly and introduced herself as Jully.

And dear God, oh my God is Tracy panicking.

Tracy tried her best to not burst when Jully lied her back down to the bed and tuck her in to keep her warm and cozy. And the warm wet towel???? She put on her head???? Oh my God????

Tracy almost combusted.

Now rewind 30 minutes ago and imgaine you're Jully and you found a random cloaked woman near your house near passing out while getting attacked by a Black Bear so you have no choice but to scare away said Black Bear and decide if you should bring a random girl to your house or leave her be to rot.

Jully hear a thud and looked at the now passed out girl behind her. Out of curiosity, she took of said girl's cloak oh is she awestruck.

Said passed out girl had brown hair tied in a ponytail, and her bucktooth is shown. Her skin a frail but beautiful satin color and an unnoticable scar on her cheek. Overall, she looked peacful if you ignore the dark eyebags and her warm flushed red face and her heavy breathing.

Wait shit.

Miss girl got too mesmerized that she didn't notice that she's sick lmao. So without any further hesitations, Jully scooped her up and flew to her house with her staff.

30 minutes passed and finally said girl was awake. Said girl introduced herself and claimed that her name is Tracy, Jully introduced herself back with a calm expression but in reality, she's fucking screaming.

WHY IS SHE SO CUTE!? that's what she's thinking. God these bitches are gay as fuck.

Tracy learned that Jully is the so-called "threat" but considering that the witch bassically saved her life, she let her off and promised not to turn her in or snitch on her which Jully is very grateful for.

Tracy continued to guard Mythico forest while visiting Jully along with it. Then they kiss then the kingdom found out then they made a public execution for Jully but Tracy stopped them and proved her innocence then the kingdom stopped seeing Jully as a threat then Jully and Tracy kissed again then they got married then adopted kids htenkajshfkjahfkjshkdgk

I FUCKING LOVE TJEM‼️‼️‼️❗‼️ SAPPHIC JULLYTRACY FOR THE WIN❗❗

#nicktoons unite #timmy turner #jimmy neutron #JimmyTimmy #genderbend #genderswap #mich fics #this turned into another rant #Jimmy Timmy #Tied Souls of an Everflame Lantern #<- The OFFICAL name of the AU! #TSOAEL

[lucy-sky]

Since you said we could send two requests, I'd love to see a drabble with The Mute and the prompt - first kiss + in the moonlight. No pressure, I'd be happy with either 💖

Moonlight Blossom (The Mute x f!Reader)

1220 words (This one turned a bit too long, but I reread it like 5 times and I can't bring myself to delete anything so let it be); no warnings; gif by me

AO3 link

A/N: It's my first time writing The Mute, and I enjoyed it A LOT *_* (to the point that I'm thinking about possible sequel)

The Reader character is heavily inspired by Olga - Anya Taylor-Joy's character from The Northman... And partly by Misty Day from American Horror Story. In other words, a local friendly witch™, kind, yet mysterious and lonely. Anyway uh... Hope it turned out good enough :')

REQUESTS CLOSED!

The night is filled with fragrance. Herbs, wildflowers and fresh grass, the scent of tree bark and warm soil, cooling down in the midnight air after a sunny day. And also something indescribable, the way only summer nights smell like. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, a content smile playing on your lips. It’s your time and you love it. The forest is your friend, has always been, as long as you remember yourself.

People in the village call you a witch behind your back, same as they used to call your mother before. There were rumors she had accursed her husband, and the next day he was found dead. The rumors lied - there was no curse. Your father died because he used to drink too much knock-off booze and had a pretty explosive temper, so one day a drunken fight simply didn’t end well for him. You’ve never missed him though.

People used to call your mother a witch, but with no disrespect, because there literally wasn’t a single person in the village she hadn’t helped at least once. No matter how badly someone was sick or injured, she always had a special cure. Now that she’s gone, you took her place. She taught you everything she knew, all about herbs, wild berries and potions. What could heal you, ease your pain or make it worse.

It’s Full Buck Moon - time to gather some fresh herbs. You used to help your mother when you were younger, and now you keep doing it alone every year - a ritual that always brings you joy. Walking in the woods at night may sound dangerous, but you are not afraid. You feel exactly where you belong.

As you walk down a familiar path, you suddenly realize you’re not alone - someone is following you. Heart beating faster, you turn sharp round and instantly feel relieved as you see him.

“Oh, it’s you…”

You don’t really trust men - your father is to blame. But when you found this tall dark-haired man at the shore, badly wounded, almost at death's door, there was no hesitation on your part - you simply couldn’t leave him there to bleed. Your mother wouldn’t. She always taught you to help people in need. She believed there’s a kind of invisible force that runs the world and everyone’s lives. God or Destiny - whatever you call it, it sees everything, and if you're being kind, it will pay you back when you need it the most. The more you give - the more you receive, that’s what she used to say.

It took a rather long while, but you managed to heal his body. With his soul though, it’s way more complicated. He didn’t say a word to you, so you have no idea what he’s been through and who did this to him. But you can sense that something is torturing his mind, waking him up in the middle of the night gasping for air after another bad dream. There’s one thing you know for sure by now - he’s a decent man.

You were suspicious of him at first, you can’t deny. A few nights you slept with a knife underneath your pillow. But slowly you both learned to trust each other, and now you find his silent presence oddly comforting. There’s this quiet gentleness behind his rough exterior, in the way he looks at you with unspoken kindness and gratitude. It tells you he’s a good person, no matter what horrible things he might have seen or done.

The Mute cocks his head, glancing at you softly as if apologizing for startling you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, examining his expression as he comes closer. He’s been around long enough, so you already learned to read it.

“Oh. I see. You’re worried about me? Please don’t. It’s just my usual routine. Some flowers I need only bloom at full moon. I’ll be fine, trust me. Been doing this for years. Go back to sleep, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

You give him a reassuring smile and continue your way. He doesn’t go away though. You can hear his footsteps behind your back - he clearly doesn’t want to leave you alone in the woods, and it gives you an unusually warm sensation. It’s new for you, and even though it’s totally unnecessary, you’re still glad he decided to join you tonight. It’s something so personal, something you only shared with your mother before, and now you realize you don’t mind sharing it with your silent companion as well.

He follows you to the moonlit meadow - your most favorite spot. The moon is amazingly bright tonight, not a single cloud in the sky, stars twinkle silently above your heads.

“Isn’t it beautiful here? You know, sometimes I just lie here in the grass, watch the moon and the stars, and it’s like I’m all alone in the entire world. You know what it feels like?” you ask, and he nods in reply. Of course he knows. He’s just as lonely as you are, maybe that’s what draws you together. As much as you love your quiet solitary life, every human being needs another human being. It’s a law of nature, simple as that.

For a few minutes you’re busy picking the flowers. The Mute helps, so the work goes fast. Once you’re done, you put your basket on the ground and lie down on the grass with a deep sigh.

“I want to stay here for a little while,” you say, as you close your eyes.

He watches you, hesitant for a split second, before getting down to lie beside you. The light brush of his fingers against your arm makes you shiver, and you turn to look at him. There’s a soft, barely visible smile on his lips as he hands you a delicate white flower. You bring it to your nose, inhaling its scent, and when your eyes meet his again, you think you could drown in their depths. Slowly, you reach out to tuck the flower in his dark curls. The chuckle he makes causes your heart to swell with sudden tenderness, and you let your fingers tentatively stroke his bearded cheek. His hand, big and warm, finds yours, you watch him pressing a kiss against your knuckles, and then it happens. Without thinking, driven by pure instinct, you lean closer and press your lips against his. It feels weird and awkward, and you instantly want to hide, but then his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, and he kisses you, for real this time. It’s tender and incredibly sweet - the softness of his lips and the light scratch of his beard. The gentle bump of your noses against each other and the warmth of his breath. The quiet hum he makes when you open up to him, welcoming his tongue to slide against yours. You can’t tell how long it lasts, but it leaves you all flushed and breathless.

Your first kiss. That’s what it feels like, now you know. It’s like flowers blooming in your chest and butterflies in your belly. Beautiful. Smiling blissfully, you lean into him, nestling your head against his firm chest. Closing your eyes, you feel his fingers caressing your hair as the steady beating of his heart lulls you to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! (and for this request, omg)

Tags: @skvatnavle, @chellestrash

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#the mute #the mute x reader #pilgrimage #jon bernthal fanfiction #requests #drabble #follower milestone #lucy tries to write

[autocrats-in-love]

OH MY GOD SORRY I KNOW YOU JUST POSTED IT BUT PLEASE

would be so kind as to write a third part to the “a mile in your shoes” story? 🥺🥺🥺 its so unbelievably good, your writing is fantastic!

Part 1 Part 2

The same words had not come from the villain's mouth. It would have been like a life raft, the villain also admitting those feelings. But they didn't, so the hero was stuck in an ocean, with no shore to swim to. They avoided looking at their enemy as the witch unwrapped the twine and cleaned their hands of the potion.

"It was wonderful to meet you, dear." She said to the hero. The bees buzzed in agreement. "But be careful in the future. Both of you. The more times bodies are switched, the more difficult it is to return you to your own."

By the time the witch had bid them farewell, warned them about side effects, and led them out the door, The hero still hadn't looked in the villain's eyes. The door of the cottage slammed shut. The two were alone. The only company given was the light of the moon and the sweat in the hero's palms.

"Come on, let's go." The villain said, leading the hero to teleportation bush.

The hero followed, their eye's on the villain's shoes.

A few hours later, the hero and the villain were near the edge of the woods. They had walked in silence, for which the hero was eternally grateful. It wasn't until the end of the tree was in sight that the villain stopped, holding their arm out in front of the hero to get them to stop too.

The hero's eyes begrudgingly rose. They met the villain's, which were sparked with an angry fire.

"What is wrong with you?" The villain snapped.

"I. . .huh?" The hero asked.

"You're in love with me? We're enemies!"

The hero made a sound of protest. "I can't help how I feel. I would love to hate you."

"Do you know how much danger this puts you in?" The villain asked.

The hero had an idea. Their respective agencies, other magic folk, and even civilians would have the hero assassinated for such feelings. The hero understood why when they thought about who the villain was.

"I'm a bad person." The villain said.

"I know." The hero said.

The villain wasn't done.

"I've stolen. A lot." They continued, stepping closer to the hero.

"I was there. I stopped you a lot." The hero replied.

They crossed their arms over their chest, in an attempt to protect themselves from whatever the villain had next.

"I've hurt people. Good people." The villain said. "People who didn't deserve it in the slightest."

"I was there." The hero replied, shivering as the villain came closer still.

The anger was gone from the villain. But they hadn't returned to their usual mirthful self. They were a picture of desperation.

"I. . .I've killed people." They said, their face too close for the hero's comfort.

The hero felt the tears starting. They tried to blink them back. An itch had taken over their entire body, urging them to move.

"I've taken people off the face of this earth." The villain went on, determined to maintain eye contact. "They'll never see their friends or family again. Because of me."

"Enough!" The hero shouted.

At their words, A wave of purple light erupted from the hero. The purple grabbed the villain, wrapped around them, and suspended them in the air, a metre above the hero's head. The hero was fully crying now, wiping tears from their cheeks.

"I can't hate you." They sniffed, as the villain struggled with the bonds squeezing tighter around their body. "I've tried."

"You have to." The villain said. "For your own safety."

"I never had any safety to begin with." The hero said. "Someone switched our bodies today, and we couldn't do anything to stop it."

"If this gets out, it will be so much worse." The villain replied.

"Which is why it won't get out." The hero said.

The villain's bonds flew them lower, pulling them close to the hero. Their noses were touching.

"I don't know how to make it stop." The hero whispered, a dangerous edge to their tone.

There was no way, they had realized. These feelings had to run their course, and the hero couldn't do anything about it.

"Me neither." The villain responded quietly.

The bonds released, and the villain dropped to the ground. They groaned as they hit the hard dirt. The hero walked away, without another look to the villain.

"What are you doing?" The villain shouted. Their voice was laced with panic.

"To find out who switched us." The hero said. "And end them."

"What?" The villain scrambled to their feet, running after their enemy.

"If you kill someone, you're no better than me. You might as well be a villain!" The villain protested, trying to block the hero from moving.

The hero pushed the villain to the side, muttering one word before running off.

"Exactly."

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writeblr #my prompts #prompt #hero prompt #villain prompt

[livums]

(if you're still doing the OC emoji game) ✏️ for the character of your choice!

(from this ask game here!)

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

TYSM FOR ASKING OK I'm gonna use this to blab a little bit more about my new WIP The Romance of the Demigods that has no introduction post yet LOL

I literally never run out of lyrics to associate with my wips and characters lol... oops.....

Kesh Akesheen

have you ever seen / what really happens to people like me / when we go out of fashion? Medieval - FINNEAS

by day, oh Lord, three things I pray / that I might understand as best I can / how bold I was, could be, will be, still am / by God, still am The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

who's a heretic, child? / can you make it stick, now? / and I'm on trial / waiting 'til the beat comes on / i'm miles away, he's on my mind / i'm getting tired of crawling all the way

I'm not beaten by this yet / you can't tell me to regret / been in the dark since the day we met / fire, help me to forget Which Witch - Florence + The Machine

Evening Star "Eve" Aurelim

How long, baby, have I been away? / Oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days / There ain't language for the things I've seen / And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams / The truth is stranger than all my dreams / Oh the darkness got a hold on me

I have seen what the darkness does / Say goodbye to who I was / I ain't never been away so long / Don't look back, them days are gone / Follow me into the endless night / I can bring your fears to life / Show me yours, and I'll show you mine / Meet me in the woods tonight Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Princess Nysi'an "Nysa"

I'm not a higher power, I just live in the ceiling / 'cause I'm lonely on the fringes / And it gives my life some meaning in the exile / In my exile

I'm not immune to the sincerity below me / makes me feel, it makes me holy / But the tears I understand that do not belong / No, I do not belong notre dame - Paris Paloma

Far away, long ago / Glowing dim as an ember / Things my heart used to know / Things it yearns to remember Once Upon a December

Anyways, anyone please feel free to ask any more! I'm still up for them and I'm just not-busy enough at work to daydream about them LOL

#ask game #asks #my WIPs #{roses there are many} #*posts this at ass in the morning*

[chaoticgeminate]

Just thinking about certain wolf pack!

Love you my Kelligraphy!💚

Oh Hazel, I'm thinking about them too (in fact they're the next update planed for Iridescence) and I love that you love them so much!! I also love you my Harvest Witch Hazel 💙

Have a gift in the form of a little blurb for the pack 😘

Frankie couldn't help but smile as he lounged on the sand, it was far too cold for the usual beach fun but watching Benny and Will wrestle in their half-changed forms was entertaining on its own. Santi was currently refereeing the spar, since they had all broken off from their own packs they relied on practicing against each other to keep themselves sharp.

Out in the waves he noticed the spotted seal head breach the surface, your bond to the ocean made it harder for you to leave to head inner city for long periods so Frankie couldn't imagine the relief you were going through, and you dove back under the waves moments after. The Grand Hunt wasn't exactly a short event, every wherewolf pack in Se'Kevia in attendance, and a whole month out in the woods had left you feeling stretched thin.

But you had not only toughed it out for him -the same way Tom and the kids had- you'd even proven yourself when a rather large bull moose had drawn close to the tents where any of the family members who weren't werewolves had been staying. You had managed to use the very basic water magic Saraya had been teaching you to protect the others, long enough for the hunters to return and handle the threat.

Even though it was almost unfounded the entire collective of werewolves agreed you deserved the Mark of The Guardian. It was more of an honorary thing nowadays but it was still a big honor in general and especially for one who wasn't a werewolf.

"Still can't believe she took on a fucking bull moose."

Benny say down looking smug in his victory, out of them all he utilized his half-change form the most and was better with combat while in it, but Will was already changing opponents to Tom now that he'd arrived.

"I can, she chose to leave her Pod on her own, she's incredibly brave."

"God you're such a sap."

Frankie shoved his packmate and looked up as you rode the wave onto shore, round spotted body and all just lounging on the sand, and he got up to walk down to the wet sand and sit beside you after half-changing so he could stay warm. Beside him you let out a soft 'mooph' of a greeting and rolled slightly, letting him wrap his much larger body around yours, and Frankie couldn't help but marvel that your natural scent was so potent even with the salty stinging the air and in the fur of your coat.

He pressed his nose to yours, a wolfy chuckle escaping him when you made the sharp smooching sound, and you let him push your head back closer to your body to squish you up into a rounder shape before he was drawing back to rest his head on your now extended neck. Santi growled as Will stepped out and Tom stayed in, the next match would be Frankie in against the other dark haired wolf, but it was mostly easy to ignore them.

He began to sign to you, the easiest form to communicate when you were wearing your seal skin, wanting to know if you would like to meet his pup. You knew about Adelia, had since the beginning, but the two of you had struggled with everything that led up to you starting to accept his courtship officially so he hsdnct ever wanted to put the burden of being in his daughter's life on you before you were ready.

When you confirmed yes with a single exhaled sound he felt his heart swell, hoping that this year was the last Christmas he would have to spend wishing for someone to hold while the guys argued over who got.the girls the best presents.

#iridescence fictional universe #ask answer #hazelnutella