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adellovesrowan · 2 years

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The purest heart belongs not just to a queen but to kindest of them all. And this heart belongs to you 💓

Happy birthday, m'lady 🍷

OH MY GOD WITCHY IM

OH GOD THATS MY BABY

#NORELIA !!!!!!!! MY BABY PRINCESS #OH SHES SO PRETTY DUDE OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #UR INCREDIBLE U DIDNT HAVE TOOO #🥺🥺🥺#treasuring this oh my god my babiesttt #THANK YOU SO MUCH WITCHY KISSES MWA #not hphm #norelia of gentlehaven #disney princess enchanted journey #asks #witchy-push #fanart #mine

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someweirdfucker · 9 months

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okay so i really believe in witchcraft and paganism atp, like its cus it actuslly WORKED and so thus im resetting my mindset slowly but surely.

honestly i got into this mindset where i believed no gods existed, nothing could influence my life but me- because my parents were so against me being religious in any way.

when i was young i really tried to learn about christianity- i was curious, but when my friend offered me a childrens bible i could read, my parents told me to return IMMEDIATELY. Later that year, when i explained that i believed in reincarnation, my parents bombarded me with questions that backed me into a corner and basically told me "no, youre wrong, theres no evidence for it so you are stupid to think so" and it sucked.

it always made it hard for me. Theres many things i believe in, but theres my parents voice in the back of my head telling me that its stupid or impossible, that i shouldnt believe in it. But once i was drawn to paganism, its been changing.

Now that i finally have actually pursued research into paganism and learnt more and seen it actually work, my mind is slowly becoming more open to this concept and reversing some of this mindset.

Theres still a long ways to go, and i definitely need some help and more research on how to, but i truely think i will heal and be able to pursue my own beliefs without care if my prents will approve or not.

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andrea-lyn · 7 months

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It's not your typical detective agency -- Blue can bring back the dead with a touch, Adam's a psychic, Noah's a ghost, and their headquarters rests above a cat café. When they're hired to investigate the death of Richard Gansey the III, Blue has to come face to face with the boy she loved, the prophecy that her kiss is destined to kill him, the puzzle of his murder, and his obnoxious best friend. She and Adam have faced worse before -- or, at least, that's the lie she tells herself.

It's Raven Cycle. It's Pushing Daisies. It's Ronan still being a dreamer. It's Blue's true love kiss curse being in place. It's a finished WIP! Chapter 1/3 in this post!

#blue/gansey #parrish/lynch #bluesey #pynch #pushing daisies au #with blue as ned and gansey as charlotte #adam in the emerson role #and ronan as the witchy aunts #insert cat cafe instead of pie shop and there you have it

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casualwitch · 1 year

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hey witches, do any of you know how i, a closeted witch, could buy little jars unsuspiciously? i mean i can BUY the jars just fine, but id need an explanation/excuse, and cant come out and say that theyre for spells. and i dont mean mason jars, but tiny, inch-tall jars. not sure what i could say i want to use them for. any ideas?

update: thanks!! i did say they were for crafts/a little project and i ordered them :) they came in & nobodys paying any attention to them!

#this is my biggest witchy problem #i have lots of big jars for candles that i clean out & other stuff #that i say i use for storage purposes and stuff like that #for example i have a corkboard and use one of those jars for my push pins #and a jar i have filled with candy #but for lots of spells i prefer the tiny jars and i dont have an excuse for those 😔#witchblr #witchcraft #closeted witch #subtle witch #closet witch tips #secret witch #secret witch tips #crystal witch #spell jars

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loki-says-trans-rights · 2 years

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oh. i noticed a parallel? if you are a gamer, you are either considered an expert or a beginner. there is little acknowledgement of casuals. people who like to dabble and who know their way around but aren't experts or anything.

it's the same in witchcraft. you're either an expert in everything, or pretending to be, or you're a beginner. even intermediate kind of implies that you want to become an expert.

where's my recognition for dabblers? casuals? for those who do witchcraft every once in a while and it's a part of their life but a part among many others? who do 1-10 spells per year whenever the mood strikes and don't mind if they don't interact with the topic for a few months at a time? who are not interested in all areas and prefer to stay in their comfortable niche? who are happy with this and don't want to change anything?

#witchcraft #witchcourse #witchblr #im tired of how toxic witchcraft communities both online and offline can be to push their worldview #and their idea of how to be a witch #honestly the sky (my most played game) fandom is the same way tho #either youve been playing for 10 years or youre a newbie #its frustrating #and patronizing #my stuff #witchy meta

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heliosoll · 2 years

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seeing you talk about deity work makes me so happy!!! i was super into demonology before the loa but since most people aren't supportive in the community (specially last year when they would absolutely shit on anything deemed as "witchy"), i decided to take some time to let go of what i thought was a limiting belief.. i still miss my deity dearly though. might take this as a sign to go back!

Oh no!! I def recommend reconnecting with your deity then!! Especially if you miss them :( The loa community can be really great in a lot of ways but also really limiting in others. Don't listen to people who tell you that you "can't" believe in something or "can't" do something (unless it's about appropriation but that's a different topic entirely). The law literally states that whatever you believe in has to be true for your reality. That includes everything, including things like spiritual and religious beliefs. The loa community may not be able to accept that but it's the truth 🤷🏻‍♀️ And anyone who tries to say that certain beliefs aren't real are limiting themselves and others. So def reconnect with your deity babe!!

#letters 🎀#tbh i feel like a lot of the hate towards witchy/spiritual/religious things comes from the push back against limiting beliefs-#from the law of attrac|tion community #plus just general miseducation about these topics and assuming that it's traumatic/limiting for everyone

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rubysparx · 4 months

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Honestly I don't think I'm qualified to make this post, I just don't know if I can make coherent enough words man. But the thoughts are in there and I will try to articulate them. This is probably going to be mostly images though. anyway yeah KABRU POST.

A couple nights ago (at approximately 2:30am, lasting a little over half an hour) I had a bit of a moment about Kabru. That, too, was mostly images- most of what you see in this more concise post were presented then as well. I think my main points of the "moment" were about Kabru's trauma + self hatred, his autism and/or general otherness, and also a little labru if you'd like..

I think something easy to start with is I wanna point out Kabru's constant back and forth and conflicting opinions of demihumans and how, I believe, thats a reflection of how he goes back and forth on what he believes his purpose of living is- and the general worth of his own life. I've said it before and i've just kinda shown it in images; Kabru is "i think im a monster and it disgusts me" where Laios is "I know im a human and it disgusts me" (i could go more into the latter on another post)

the above are both from the world bible, with the left being from the section on kobolds and the right being from the section on Kuro specifically. Utaya was very near to the desert where most of the kobold population is, this is likely why Kabru is able to speak Kuro's language- he grew up around demihumans. (chapter 48 cover, kobold chapter in the world bible) I won't try to speak for how his mother or the rest of utaya felt about the kobolds but I can say that Kabru was very much othered as a child, as was his mother, purely for the way her son's (kabru) eyes looked.

I feel like its fair enough to say that both kabru and the kobolds were othered, and possibly for similar reasons (villager's seeing them as nonhuman, as monsters) and the fact that Kabru learned their language probably didn't help his case. I think his perception of kobolds (and all demihumans, subsequently himself, as he probably still views himself as nonhuman or not human enough.. deep down) was damaged by the Utaya incident. at 2:30am when I first started this ramble my main comment was that "had the utaya incident not happened kabru would have little reason to feel ashamed for his connection to monsters. and may have ended up similar to laios in that he couldve had otherkin swag" which is just a sort of silly way of saying Kabru could've learned to love the thought that he is possibly nonhuman or at least not hated himself so much for it.

in the original ramble I said, and quote, "he has been STALKING laios. laios is his hyperfixation to learn how he can ever be loved. he keeps going back and forth so harshly on wether or not he wants to kill Laios and he clearly sees his survival from utaya not as an unfortunate trauma [*] but as a necessary, deserved fate. a punishment for his mother's witchy sins, and for his sin of being non-human. to atone for it all, to apologize for being alive, he tries to better the lives of all humanity. He was set on his way to dethrone the governor of the island . do you understand? im going insane" *i also said somethings about the way he processes other people's traumas and not his own. He's able to understand and even help some people, but he struggles to process his own issues and see himself as worthy of love and life.

^some examples of Kabru being understanding of or helping others who have suffered greatly. I think its also worth mentioning that with Rin (called "Lynn" in that translation) he says "I wish there was a way to get her out of this" though he's insisted and pushed for himself to go into a dungeon;

In chapter 94, Mithrun says "The desire I had left wasn't revenge. All I wanted.. was for it to finish devouring me." and I don't feel like it's a stretch to say Kabru was in a similar situation. Mithrun sought out the demon with no plan on how to kill something like that because deep down he wanted it to end his (Mithrun's) own life, to finish the trauma it caused and kill him. I think Kabru went into the dungeon in part with the hopes that it'd kill him. That the same thing that destroyed Utaya and caused him so much trauma would just.. finish him.

I just think Kabru is a beautifully complex character, I have a lotta thoughts on him and I don't see nearly as many analysis posts for him than I do Laios (despite labru being such a popular ship)

there is no tldr for this post idk how to summarize it. do what you will with this collection of images. have fun. go crazy

fun fact the woman in the bottom left corner is his mother, she is labeled here as "witch"

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #kabru dungeon meshi #kabios #labru #yeah its a long post i dont care. read it #also i only mentioned it briefly but i do think kabru is autistic .#yk that post thats like 'no im not autistic i know all the social cues etc etc etc. hey wait a minute' yeah. that #ok whatever. starts making another laios post

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lilbunnis · 7 months

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❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ big brother!aemond is used to your sweet moans and whimpers, though he is reaching his breaking point--- he must have you, no matter the consequences.

author’s note᛬ hii! first time posting on here--- this is obvi a new acc (personal reasons) but i also just wanna strictly post my writing on this blog. first time writing incest, too! oh, & im in my witchy era. anyways, if u’re a minor then do not fuckin interact, thx.

warnings᛬ mdni! smut, angst, dubious consent, dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, manipulation, pussy whipped!aemond, incestuous relationships, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, obsessive & possessive behavior, pet names. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

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𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘.

oh, how sweet her lips were, so soft and plump, like the ripest of peaches during the middle of summer, ready to be kissed. gods, her eyes… so dark and tempting, yet warm and doe-like, a gift from their mother, the queen. her skin was pure and soft and untainted, almost whispering to him to touch, touch, touch--- touch her!

she was his--- since she was torn from their mother’s womb, bloody and screaming, a dragon come forth, his darling little sister.

he loved, he loved, he loved her.

the very epitome of a true born targaryen, made for him.

he knew since the day that she came into this cruel world that she would belong to him, that she would be his.

his, his, his.

“b-brother! no, n-no, i- nghh.. ‘m gonna—“ she babbled cutely, her voice like sweet music to his ears, a siren’s call, begging him to take her maidenhead.

the voices in his head were insistent and loud, screaming venomously at him, luring him to kiss, to touch, to take--- she was rightfully his by birthright, why shouldn’t he indulge?

yes, they hissed, encouraging him with their sweet, persuasive voices inside of his head--- had he finally gone mad? were the rumors of the targaryen madness true?

even so, he did not give a fuck.

his sweet baby sister was his, she always would be, and the way she clawed at his wrist, begging him to fuck her with his deft fingers faster, faster, faster!

or, perhaps… trying to push his hand away--- no, no. she loves him, and he loves her!

it was destiny, their destiny, to be together as husband and wife and bring forth a whole new bloodline of true born targaryens!

yes, his sweet little sister would give him so many babes, he’d fill her up and watch her as she’d grow round and fat with his many sons and daughters.

fire and blood, fire and blood, fire and blood---

then, a scream--- oh, so feminine and sweet; how he just adored his sweet little sister, his little darling.

aemond heard her cry out, the sweetest wail, fat tears falling down her flushed cheeks as he continued burying his long, nimble fingers inside of her sweet, drooling cunny, preparing her for his cock.

meanwhile, he kept pressing against that little patch of nerves inside of her that she could never reach by herself, stroking relentlessly--- meanly.

poor, sweet little lamb.

aemond was panting heavily, watching as her sweet little cunt sucked in his fingers greedily, making his lips twitch in amusement--- he could barely withdraw his fingers due to how fucking tight she was.

uncaringly, yet so lovingly, he would cruelly plunge them back inside of her, wet noises and her sweet, breathy little moans and whimpers filling his chambers.

“that’s it,” he cooed softly, his voice a raspy baritone, so convincing, “—doing so fucking well for your big brother, issa jorrāelagon.”

quietly, he continued into the night, moonlight spilling in through the glass windows of his chambers, his amethyst colored eye was fully blown wide and focused solely on her squelching cunt, watching as her little clit twitched and practically begged him for attention.

and who was he to deny his little sister such sweet, sinful pleasure?

not a second later, aemond moved to settle between his sister’s thighs, lowering his head until his breath ghosted over her wet, puffy folds, allowing him to inhale her feminine scent--- causing him to release a low, satisfied groan.

then, the prince nuzzled his sharp, prominent nose against her little, fleshy bundle of nerves, breathing her in further as two of his long fingers continued to wildly fuck her little virgin fuck-hole.

“b-bro-brotherrr! please, please! need.. n-need to--- please!” came her sweet, girlish voice which was higher in pitch than usual, making him let out a soft, amused hum.

“as you wish, sweetling,” he murmured against her clit, the vibrations from his deep voice causing her to squirm impatiently, before finally, she felt his plush, naturally curved lips wrap around her aching, throbbing clit, causing her to wail brokenly and clutch the silk sheets with tiny fists.

aemond, the kinslayer, could never deny her, could never say no to her--- perhaps, he should be furious at how weak she made him feel, but he could never find it in his cold, blackened heart to ever feel any sort of anger towards her.

his sweet beloved.

it was maddening how helpless he was against her, how deep his devotion to her was--- possibly, others would call it obsession, sinful, an abomination, but aemond knew the truth; dragons did not concern themselves with the likes of sheep.

oh, how he loved her, how he wished to possess her, to be the only person she would ever love, to be her one and only like she was his.

passionately and glowing, burningly real, her nude skin glistened in the moonlight, the few candles that were slowly dying out around his chambers and the burning fire in his fireplace teased shadows from the corner of his eye, the ghosts that still haunted the red keep were always watching and judging them viciously for their sins.

and oh, how their intertwined souls would burn in the brightest of flames, always together, even in the deepest pits of the seven hells, for all of time; for eternity.

still, he ignores the demons--- too drunk by the sweet taste of his little sister’s cunt.

“mine,” he purrs against her cute, twitching clit, suckling the nub into his watering mouth, which made his cock leak even more pre into his small-clothes, causing him to groan and harshly grind his loins down against his bed.

“say it, sweetling--- tell me that you’re mine,” he murmured, wrapping one of his massive hands around his sister’s smooth, left thigh, digging the tips of his calloused fingertips into the meaty skin possessively, holding her in place.

“ah, ah, ah— aemond, nghh..! oh-hmm, ‘m yours,” she babbled sweetly, her words slurring slightly as she began reaching her sixth peak of the night, causing more tears to spill down the sides of her face as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision as she felt her big brother scissoring her weeping cunt open.

wailing in despair, she felt her brother’s skilled tongue flicking and rolling her clit into his eager mouth again, suckling at it and nipping at the little nub mercilessly.

gently, with such cruel, bloodstained hands, aemond squeezed his sister’s thigh harshly, causing her to squeal and thrash her head around on his feathered pillow, her back arching like a bowstring as she finally reached her sixth peak, crying out and babbling her big brother’s name over and over and over--- pleadingly.

“oh, oh, ohhh..! f-feels so--- so good,” she sobbed brokenly, her thighs shaking and clenching around his head, making him continue to dig his neatly trimmed fingernails into the pillowy skin of her left thigh that he was still clutching, while moving his head quickly back and forth, stimulating her little nub until his little sister saw stars.

aemond knew it was sinful, having his sister gush and leak and drool all over his fingers and tongue as he continued suckling at her now overstimulated clit, her skin glistening with sweat, making her skin shine so beautifully against his silk bedsheets--- she was ethereal, an angel, his.

“sweet girl, you’ve done so good for me this evening--- so fucking perfect, little darling,” he praised tenderly, removing his mouth from her clit, while still gently nuzzling the twitching bud with the tip of the cleft of his nose, his fingers still moving almost lazily inside of her cunt, curling his fingers inside of her.

…as if he wished to stay inside of her; forever.

a soft hum escaped him in content, while he continued to gently fuck her with his fingers, more slowly as he heard her soft, girlish pleas--- more like sweet little mewls of his name.

“i think you’re ready for my cock now, don’t you?” he questioned darkly lovingly, pressing soft kisses against her engorged clit, allowing his slightly swollen lips to trail open-mouthed kisses all across the soft curls covering her mound, then across her inner thighs which were covered in her slick, watching as they continued trembling in his strong, possessive grasp.

silently, he gazed up at her longingly, a low purr rumbling deeply inside of his bare chest, the thought of plunging his furiously hard, weeping cock into his sister’s tight little cunny was almost too much to bear for the kinslayer.

oh, and how all of my devotion turns violent, aemond thought wickedly to himself, but no--- not with his sweet, beloved little sister…he would take her as his lady wife, to love and cherish and breed her nightly with loads of his seed until she was pregnant with many of his babes.

even then, aemond would never stop, how could he? she was his everything, and whether or not she was too fucked out by him feasting on her cunny for hours was no matter, because he already knew.

she loved him just the same, even if she truly did not know it just yet, his innocent little sister.

hm, what a sick little head he had, how his love turned into obsession, into possession--- but nonetheless, it was still love.

pure, undying love.

fin.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 5 months

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Can I request Agatha fucking R with her strap and overstimulating her? Reader misses this phrase in middle of the sex “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Enchanted Gifts ~Mommy!Agatha Harkness xFem Witch!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Reader and Agatha host a Secret Santa, and the Reader gets Agatha a special gift. Agatha can’t wait to put it to use… Anon Response—Hey hey anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this, Agatha could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Prompt— Secret Santa/Gift Exchange

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strap-on use, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, mommy kink, enchanted strap, magic use, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your quaint little cottage that you shared with Agatha was hustling and bustling with many witches tonight. It was your annual Witchy Gift Exchange tonight, and you were hosting this year. It wasn’t a massive group, but it was a substantial group of some of the most talented Magic users.

Your finger foods were disappearing at an extremely fast rate, as everyone chattered away.

You always loved this tradition. Every year, you would all get to together and exchange presents. Who would get who a gift was determined two weeks prior. But the best part was the gifts. It was always so chaotic and funny. Any gift was on the table. Funny, embarrassing, sexy, expensive, cheap, as long as it was a gift.

This year you had drawn Agatha by coincidence. And you had found the perfect gift for her…

Eventually, everyone settled together in the living room and the gift giving began. This usually took a couple hours, and this years gifts were just as on point as usual. You got a herbal remedy from one of your witch girlfriends, a younger witch who was a herbologist as heart. You thanked her and the exchange continued.

Finally, it was Agatha’s turn. You handed her your gift with a slight smirk. Agatha quirked her brows and chuckled as she took the gift from you. She opened the gift and her lips quirked up into a mischievous smile.

“I should have known…” she teased, picking up and showing off a brand new, deep purple strap.

The women all oohd and aahd, but weren’t too phased, and so the game continued. But for the rest of the game, Agatha couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. It was like she was undressing you with her gaze. And she held the strap in her hand the entire time.

When the gift exchange was over and all the guests had left, Agatha wasted no time in colliding her lips into yours. She kissed you passionately and with dominance, pushing and pinning you against her cottage door.

“Agi wait—” you squeaked, as Agatha picked you up and threw you over her shoulder with ease.

She carried you and the strap directly into your shared bedroom. She threw you on the bed, muttering a spell before all your clothes and hers as well repeated. You shivered slightly in the newly exposed cold air. But it didn’t take long for you to forget that, as you watched Agatha strap up and pounce on top of you on the bed.

Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Agatha thrusted inside you with a shit eating grin. You both let out howls of pleasure. This was the biggest you’d ever taken.

“Shit Baby—!!” Agatha screamed, feeling everything in the strap as if it were apart of her body.

“Fuuuuck…! I tried… to tell you Agi—!!” You groaned, “Oh fuck, sss so big, so thick…”

The thickness and length of the strap was making you dizzy. You’d never felt so full. It was stretching you so well.

Agatha looked at you as if she didn’t believe you.

“You enchanted it, and just forgot to tell me…? Oh sure…” she chuckled, before grabbing your hips and thrusting out and back into your hard.

“Holy FUCK AGI—!!!”

Agatha groaned, which then turned into a laugh as she watched you spasm in pleasurable pain. She then began to fuck you fast and with a ruthless pace. The sound of the skin slapping alone made you so close to the edge already.

“Didn’t mean to… tried to tell you…!” You mumbled as she fucked you with no mercy.

But Agatha wasn’t having it. It was more fun to fuck you hard for not telling her anyway. Intentional or not.

You were sure that your skin would bruise from her hands, but your mind had drifted too far to care about that.

The woman then hooked one of your legs above her shoulder, her strap hitting a brand new found spot inside you, making you squirm and scream in pleasure.

“Fuck… Mommy!!!” You howled as she plowed into you.

You gasped and expected Agatha to stop and be surprise by your words, but quite the opposite happened. No, she al stated to fuck you harder and with a wicked smirk.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You squeaked immediately.

Agatha shook her head and chuckled darkly.

“Come on… don’t pretend you don’t want to call me Mommy…” she rasped wickedly, not relenting in her pounding.

You were trembling, as a new wave of intense pleasure coursed through you with Agatha’s words. You shuddered and tried to say something, but all you could do was nod and groan loudly.

“Awwww, poor baby… Is mommy fucking you so good…?” Agatha jeered.

You nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. Your mind completely blanked out.

Agatha chuckled.

“Sweet girl… didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you bought this for me, hmmmm…? I can feel everything, your walls fluttering and so much more… and you feel so good.” she rasped.

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

🌊 - Reader favourites

🧸 - My favourites

Thoughts and feelings on volume 2

Sibling! Readers

Just Checking (Henderson! Reader)

Off Limits (Henderson! Reader)

Can You Keep a Secret? (Wheeler! Reader)

Us Weirdos (Byers! Reader)

Basketballs and Bat Tattoos (Sinclair! Reader)

Untouchable (Sinclair! Reader)

Cat People (Mayfield! Reader)

Even Wallflowers need Sunshine 🧸 (Buckley! Reader)

My Dealer’s Sister (Lipton! Reader)

Established Relationship

Unlikely couple (Cheerleader! Reader)

Nervous

You’re in Trouble

Oh, Worm?

Are You Mad at Me?

Easy like Sunday Morning

Unexpected

Nightowl

My Girl 🌊

Jealousy Jealousy~

Friends to Lovers

I’m Okay

First

Eddie my Love

Pool Party (18+)

Acquaintances to Lovers

Different (Cheerleader! Reader)

Locker Room (Cheerleader! Reader)

Being a Freak 101 (Cheerleader! Reader)

Odd One Out (Cheerleader! Reader)

I.O.U (Cheerleader! Reader)

Pushing It (Cheerleader! Reader)

You Intrigue Me. (Cheerleader! Reader)

Glasses

Horror Movies

The Freak and the Freakette

Jammin’

One Scoop for Two 🌊

Doodles and Dates 🌊

Band Shirts

The Little Things

On Wheels

Coffee, Comics and Conversation 🧸

I Don’t Like the Pool Boy. (Lifeguard! Reader)

Take a Chance on me (non-binary! Reader)

A Witch and a Cult Leader walk into a bar… 🧸 (Witchy! Reader)

Strangers to Lovers

The Metalhead and the Material Girl 🌊

College Kids (College AU) 🦋

Three. 🧸 (Reader with powers)

I am on a break from writing Eddie atm

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x Eddie Munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #reader x stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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diejager · 4 months

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hii!! just so you understand, I have real brainrot because of your “Only Human” series! I love it madly tenderly and with all my heart😭😭 anyway, I saw that you have requests open, but feel free to ignore if this is not the case or I indicated something incorrectly. how about our favorite monsters and hybrids 141 with a new member of the team who is a witch??

also, sorry for my english, I use google translate☠️

Hey, no worries, I understood your request!

Spell Cw: witchy stuff, death, murder, drowning, blood and injury, fluff, magic, inaccurate understanding of magic, tell me if I missed any.

He always found it mesmerising, the soothing coldness of your spell working its magic on him, gleaming like water embracing his bleeding wound, the skin ripped apart at the middle and flesh throbbing painfully. It wasn’t anything new, pain wasn’t a stranger to him, rather a friend, a brother to him. Pain was a repetitive thing in his life, wound after wound bleeding him, and scar after scar painting his skin, he’d gotten so used to it that the stripes on his face were now an integral part of his identity, pushing the facade of a tiger if he didn’t have his ears and tail out.

But with you, everything had smoothed over to a soft thrum, like the warm waves cradling his shifted body, your magic, attuned to their aches through your bond and being, worked to cure everything to ensure that the pack he grew to love and care for stayed safe. Your being was like a body of water - the ocean - a beauty of nature when calm, but a terror when enraged, storms crashing against land and causing devastation in moments of fury. You were as dangerous as you could be caring and loving —just like the sea.

“Why didn’t you come see me first?” You sighed, tone laced with amused disappointment, brows tensed but your pretty lips quipped up, “I thought I put you in control of this Horangi…”

You worked your magic on König, fingers weaving invisible threads over his bleeding forearm, pulling the strings of puppet of flesh and bone, controlling the sinuous fibre of his skin to sew itself back. Horangi watched his friend’s wound steadily close up, injury shrinking with every pull of your finger until all that was left was the lingering scent of your cool magic and the metallic odour of blood.

“König is stubborn, ” Horangi chuckled, flashing you a sly smirk despite your exasperated expression, “Big too. I can’t move him.”

“And I can?” You scoffed, finishing off your skin weaving with a soft pet on his arm, letting König admire your work like a child with a new toy even though you’d gone through the same process over and over in the past, König had a habit of collecting scars as often as he toppled his enemies.

Your magic wasn’t only used in healing, you were an adaptive soul, your comfort found itself in water, and water meant life, and life meant whatever violent fury came along with quiet calmness. And in the right situation, where Laswell sent the Task Force on a boat or by the shore, you could level the oceans at your will in anger or protection. You gave men and women a watery grave on land, drowning them in their water-made coffins to stop them from reaching your wounded comrades, glaring off at anyone who tried approaching your cover .

You had Gaz, Price and him, tending to their deeper injuries and letting them use their first aid while you kept the enemy at bay, lower lip pulled between your teeth, gnawing on the skin until it bled. Separating your attention for both healing and defence/offence demanded a lot of concentration, especially when you were sewing up Price’s deep gash on his leg, listening to his hiss and groans of pain.

“Fucking-” Horangi busied himself with wrapping the bandage and gauze over Gaz’s wound, his eyes occasionally peeking at your clenched fist that pushed out your anger through the waters you controlled, “Bastards keep coming.”

You were a puppet queen and the sea your mannequin.

“Almost done, Hunter,” Gaz hissed out when Horangi pulled too tightly on his bandage, sending you a reassuring look to calm down your raised hackle, teeth bared and eyes burning the enemies alive as much as you were depriving them of air.

This was another show of your prowess, your fingers puppeteering water, commanding it and coaxing the water’s will to follow your call, heeding your every whim. It was a majestically show, as tragic as it was beautiful, much like the cleansing of the world when the oceans flooded Earth, leaving but Noah and his wife, and couple of animals to remake the land. You were remaking the land you fought on in an imagine, to make it safer and protect them —it would tire you out for the day, Horangi will ready to help you with anything wile you doze on and off.

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✨capturing magic: park sunghoon

a vampires bleeding series: four / seven

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 5.3k

synopsis: your witchy presence causes an uproar with sunghoon, him not enjoying the idea of you being anywhere near him. as you struggle to regain your strength and magic, the banter between you and sunghoon continue grow along with the pull of fate.

genre: strangers/enemies to lovers, vampire!sunghoon, photographer!sunghoon, witch!reader, angst, some fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood and death, swearing, y/n has long black hair and facial piercings, stubbornly cute sunghoon ♡

“YOU BROUGHT BACK A WITCH?!” Sunghoon snapped, his jaw clenching tightly.

“Yes!!” the dhampir snapped back, “We couldn’t leave her there to die!!”

Sunghoon was filled with anger, blood boiling.

“Let's all calm down…” Heeseung spoke up, placing a hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder.

Sunghoon slapped his hand away, “Hyung, that dhampir bringing this witch here will put us all in danger!!”

“This witch is one of my best friends!” She yelled, “I wasn’t going to leave her, end of story!”

Sunghoon scoffed, “Yeah, and if we all die it’ll be the damn dhampir’s fault.”

“Hey!” Jake yelled, getting in his best friend's face, “That damn dhampir is my mate, watch your words. She’s in our pack now.”

The room fell silent. Sunghoon figured he would have connected with the dhampir, the tension between the two was too obvious.

“And for the record,” Jake said, taking a step back away from Sunghoon, “I’m the one who said to bring the witch here. We need information once she wakes up.”

Sunghoon looks away from his friend, looking at the witch lying unconscious on the couch.

He knew Jake was right. In order to stop Dorian, they needed any information possible.

Sunghoon releases a breath, “Fine, do what you want with the witch.”

And with that, Sunghoon stormed off.

—

“Easy does it,” Heeseung grabbed your hands, helping you sit up.

It’s been exactly a week since Dorian burned down your village and killed your coven. You were the only surviving member.

Your heart ached for those you’ve lost, but you knew their souls were somewhere free from the cruelness of this world.

Most of your burns have healed from your recovery spell, but you still ached with each movement, making it harder for you to move. On top of that, your right leg was broken. And no recovery spell could make that heal any faster.

The vampires have shown you kindness for the most part. One in particular doesn’t care for you much.

Once you were completely sat up, you thanked Heeseung.

Jay knelt down beside you, looking at the bandages that covered your arms, slowly lifting them up to look at your skin.

“We can probably remove the bandages,” He said, lifting more of the bandage up to get a better look at your skin, “The only thing is, there’s a lot of scarring.”

You nodded, “Recovery spells can only go so far.”

Jay removed the bandages, relieving the scars. You didn’t realize how bad they actually were until you looked directly at them.

Flashbacks to the fire came back, shaking you to the core. You dropped your head into your hands, begging for the thoughts to go away.

“Y/N,” your best friend drops beside you, her hands set gently on your shoulders, “what’s wrong?”

Her voice alone was enough to snap you out of it, you quickly looked up at her, giving a nod, “I am fine, the scars just…”

She sighs, “It brought back the memories?”

You nodded again.

A scoff happened from across the room. You immediately glared in its direction.

Sunghoon leaned against the wall, arms crossed against his chest, his black hair falling against his eyes.

“Got something to say, bloodsucker?” you hissed.

Sunghoon raised a brow, “You gonna put a hex on me or something, witch?”

You gripped the blanket that covered your legs, “I just might!”

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wall. He smiled just enough to show his sharpened fangs and cracked his knuckles.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Jungwon snapped, looking between the two of you, “This situation isn’t ideal, but we all have one goal in common, so please for the love of everything put your differences to the side and shut the fuck up.”

Sunghoon sighed, retracting his fangs.

“Good boy, listen to your leader.” you gave him a wink.

“Y/N,” Jungwon warned.

You sighed and relaxed your body. You were powerless in your current situation.

A pack of vampires and two humans were your only source of protection at the current moment. Your coven was destroyed. This is all you have right now.

Sunghoon scoffed, then stormed out the door into the night.

“Do you think you can make it up the stairs to bathe and sleep in a bed finally?” your dhampir friend asks, giving you a soft smile.

You removed the blanket, and more burn scars trailed down your left leg, while the other was covered in a cast from your knee down.

You pulled your shorts down, trying to hide the scars.

“Hey,” Jay’s mate kneels beside your friend, her soft hands taking yours, “These scars are proof that you survived, don’t try to hide them.”

You wanted to protest, to shout that she doesn’t understand what it meant to survive after what you went through.

But then you noticed the scars on her neck. It didn’t take long for you to recognize that those scars were caused by Dorian. That __ survived almost being killed by him.

You forced a smile, “These scars don’t just show that I survived, they show what I also lost.”

“Then you’ll carry them with you forever,” she gives you a soft smile, “It’ll be a reminder of what Dorian has done, and what will be done to get back at him.”

She was right. You gave her a smile back with a nod.

Jay pulled his mate up and to his chest, wrapping her in his arms, “__ always knows what to say.”

Their bond pulled at each of them. Jungwon pulls __ to him and Jake pulls your friend to himself. Sunoo, Niki, and Heeseung had smiles watching their pack.

You too had a smile. You could feel the bond they shared. Their vibes and how their energies matched.

You looked at your friend and Jake. The way he held her so tightly and her head in the crease of his neck.

Your heart danced for them. You knew how much losing her first mate did a number on her. But you truly believe Jake was meant to be hers completely. She just had to go through some bullshit shit first.

Eventually, you had enough of the love birds, positioning yourself to stand up.

Your recovery spell healed your broken leg enough that you were able to stand up straight and still walk…but just barely.

Your half-blooded friend noticed your struggles, releasing herself from Jake to help you up the stairs and into the bathroom.

The reflection you saw in the mirror haunted you, a burn scar covering your left eye and up the side of your forehead. The recovery magic healed it enough that it was a light pink.

A sigh escaped your lips, as you turned and faced away from the mirror.

You cleaned yourself up, washing away the couch bum life you had for the last week.

You were so glad to finally be able to sleep in a bed. Archer was nice enough to run to the nearest supermarket to buy you extra clothes, bed sheets, and other witchy essentials to have here.

Your new room was filled with plants and crystals and a few books that Jake was able to salvage from the fire.

You tried to stay awake to read, but your eyes failed you. After not sleeping in a bed for over a week, it was way too comfortable.

—

You stood in front of the mirror, pulling your long black hair behind you and into a braid. Your bangs pull out perfectly down the sides of your face.

Your half-blooded friend brought you some jewelry to wear, which you were ecstatic about.

Witches can’t go without jewelry, right?

You pull some rings onto your fingers, then dangle earrings into your ears.

A perfectly black hooped nose ring suited your nose and a lace choker around your neck and a short silver bar on your eyebrow.

You pulled a white cropped tank top over you and a black baggy pair of cargo pants and black boot, and black cast boot on your right leg to match.

A beautiful light brown cardigan made the outfit even more perfect.

You did a three-sixty in the mirror, finally feeling and looking like yourself.

You stared at the scar on your eye. You traced your fingers over it, feeling the rough skin.

Dropping your hand back at your side, you turn and walk away from the mirror.

The kitchen was lively, and laughter from your new friends echoed up the stairs as you made your way down.

Jay stood at the counter flipping pancakes and bacon, a bag of blood attached to his lips.

The two humans stood behind Jay, begging him to hurry with breakfast and Jay tried his best to shoo them off.

Jake sat with __ on the couch. She ate a bowl of cereal while Jake drank his own bag of blood.

Sunoo, Jungwon, and Heeseung sat at the kitchen table with a map in front of them discussing the layout of the area.

Niki also sat at the table, backpack in his lap, and sipping on a bag of blood as if it were a juice box.

You giggled and walked over to the table, “You really are stuck in a seventeen-year-old body arentcha?”

Niki rolled his eyes, “Unfortunately.”

Heeseung checked his watch, “Off to school.”

Niki groaned, throwing his head back against the wall, “This fucking sucks.”

You softly smiled at the younger, “I’ll walk you out.”

Niki stood up, throwing the backpack on.

You went to the fridge, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water. The piles of blood bags filled the bottom shelf.

Seeing the bags reminded you that one bloodsucker in particular was missing.

“Where’s the idiot bloodsucker at?” you asked anyone who would give you an answer.

Jake perked up, “That idiot bloodsucker has a name,” you shrugged your shoulders, and Jake sighed, “He’s outside doing his photography.”

Your dhampir friend smiles at you, “Worried about him, Y/N?”

You narrowed your eyes, “He annoys me.”

She smirked at you, “You look pretty.”

You toss your braid over your shoulder, “Of course I do, part of being a witch is also being charming.”

The vampires groan, which you expected. They might be being nice to you for the moment, but witches and vampires still don’t get along.

You grabbed a blood bag along with your other items and closed the fridge.

You patted Niki’s back, “Come on baby bro, let’s get you off to school.”

—

Sunghoon sat up in a tree, camera in hand, and snapping photos of the open land.

The morning sunrise hit the land perfectly. He changed a few filter and lens settings, finding the perfect combination.

His mood changed once he heard the door to the house open, sensing Niki and you stepping out of the house.

Sunghoon turned around, watching as you waved Niki off, him going into a full sprint and gone within seconds.

You took a bite out of the apple in your hands, looking around until you made eye contact with him.

Sunghoon glared before turning his attention back to his camera.

“You lack a lot of manners bloodsucker, ya know that?”

Sunghoon scoffed, looking down at you who was now underneath him.

“Why do you care about my manners, hmm?”

“Haven’t you heard? We have a common goal, gotta act like friends, don’t want Jungwon to snap our necks, right?” You loved teasing him. You loved how irritated you made him and how you knew exactly what to say to get under his skin.

Deep down you really wanted to get along with all the vampires, Sunghoon was just the only one not budging.

Sunghoon ignored you, his jaw clenched as he held the camera back up.

You whistle at him, his eyebrow rising.

Sunghoon was fixing to snap, “I know for a fact you didn’t just whistle at me like I am a dog.”

“Look at me then.” You said.

Sunghoon looked back at you, a warm smile on your face.

You tossed the blood bag up to him, Sunghoon catching it.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

All Sunghoon could do was stare at the bag, his tough exterior relaxing.

“Thank you,” was all he could say.

You smiled even brighter, taking another bite out of your apple.

Sunghoon drank the blood as you finished off your apple and drank your water.

“Can I see your work?” You asked, finally breaking the silence.

Sunghoon glared at you again, “Why do you care?”

You sigh, “Because believe it or not, we are kinda stuck with each other, soooo.”

Sunghoon rolled his head, running a hand through his hair.

He knew you were right.

“You won’t put a hex on me if I come down, will ya hex girl?”

You glared at him, “No you idiot!”

Sunghoon smirked, “Sassy much, hex girl?”

“Continue pushing my buttons and you’ll see, bloodsucker.”

This small banter admittedly made Sunghoon happy. You were the first person to get under his skin and make it crawl, but returned every ounce of energy he gave out.

Sunghoon flung himself down from the tree, waving you over.

One by one, Sunghoon showed you all the photos he took this morning.

“These are really beautiful, bloodsucker,” you said, patting his shoulder, “But it’s missing something.”

Sunghoon once again glared at you, “Missing what, exactly?”

You smile, pointing at yourself, “A model!”

Sunghoon furrowed his brows at you, “I don’t need you in my photos hex girl, might put a curse on them.”

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, just snap a few pictures.”

Sunghoon wanted to protest, why should he take photos of his enemy?

But with the way you looked right now, Sunghoon knew with the sunrise and open fields, you would be a perfect fit.

He nodded, “Fine.”

You smiled, skipping away from him.

Sunghoon lifted his camera, snapping a few photos of you skipping.

You stopped and quickly turned around, the biggest smile on your face. Sunghoon snapped that as a photo, his stomach doing flips.

The way your lips curled as you smiled. How the sun brought out the color of your eyes. The way your hair fell and blew in the wind.

Sunghoon stared at the photo. You were so beautiful.

“Hey!” You snapped Sunghoon out of his trance, “Are you going to stare at the camera or tell me how to be a good model?”

Sunghoon smiled, “Just…be you.”

You thought about it, deciding to make a joke, “What if I do Wanda Maximoff poses? Like Scarlet Witch Style?”

Sunghoon blinked at you, “Can you actually do magic like that?”

You glared at him, “No! I’m a witch, not a superhuman.”

Sunghoon glared back, “Well, I didn’t know what all you witches can do!”

“Just think of us witches as hippies, just that we don’t smoke a shit ton of weed.”

Sunghoon chuckled, his hand clenching his shirt from his laughter.

“What is so funny?” You tried to not laugh as well, but his laugh was contagious.

“Just the way you explained witches,” Sunghoon took a deep breath, “I’ve only ever been in contact with witches who use darker magic, you’re the first who doesn’t.”

You studied him and his smile, his natural fangs being present with his smile.

You haven’t seen him smile at all since you met a week ago.

You walked towards him, stopping directly in front of him.

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, “What are you doing? Get away from me.”

You sighed, “There’s that tough exterior.”

You placed your hand on his cheek, he pulled away, but reached back for him, connecting your palm to his skin.

Sunghoon’s heart was racing at your touch, his jaw locking together.

You breathed in, “You have such a tough exterior, but are so caring and soft underneath it.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo shit on me.”

“Sunghoon.”

It was the first time you actually called him by his name, and oh did it do numbers on him.

He made eye contact with you, and immediately after, you backed away from him.

Sunghoon knew why. There was a spark of electric energy that shot through the both of you, that small string slowly getting tied, but being still loose.

He shook his head, not letting it tighten.

“I’m going back to the house.” Sunghoon quickly turned and walked away, leaving you.

You touched your chest, looking down at the ground.

“What the fuck was that.”

—

Sunghoon spent the rest of the day locked inside his room, flipping through the photos he had taken earlier that morning, stopping at the one of you.

His heartstrings were being pulled. The moment of the string being attached to the both of you came back into his mind.

“I can’t mate with a damn witch, it’s impossible,” he whispered to himself.

But the more he looked at your photo, the more his heart called to you.

He turned the camera off, set it on the bedside table, rolled over, and fell asleep.

He woke up at the sound of footsteps walking down the hall.

Sunghoon stretched, a yawn escaping his lips.

He checked the time off his phone, rolling his eyes at the time.

Sunghoon quickly got out of bed, sliding his sneakers on before walking out of his room, seeing the door to your bedroom was open.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “What the hell is she doing?”

He found you outside by the pond sitting on the ground. Glass bottles filled with herbs sat in front of you, and a small fire was lit to your right.

“It’s three a.m.,” he yawned, “why the hell are you outside at three a.m.”

You turned and smiled at him, “I’m doing witchy things.”

Sunghoon scoffed, “I already figured that, hex girl. I’m asking what exactly you are doing.”

You turned back to the herbs, slowly mixing them together and setting them into the fire.

“Don’t you know the witching hour is three a.m.?”

Sunghoon shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “Yes, isn’t that when your powers are at their strongest? Just like us on a new moon.”

“Exactly,” you sang, “My powers are only stronger for an hour, plus the protection barrier I put around the house was fading due to my injuries from the fire. I need to revamp my recovery spell as well, so these scars go away.”

Sunghoon’s heart pulled towards you even more, you were sacrificing so much to protect everyone, to protect him when he does nothing but be an ass towards you.

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your sweatpants, “The barrier on the house has been fixed, so yay!”

Sunghoon nodded.

“But I ran out of herbal recovery leaves, so I need more of that to remove all these burn marks.”

You started to walk away, only for Sunghoon to grab your arm.

You raised a brow at him, noticing how serious his face looked at you, “What?”

Sunghoon walked closer to you, tracing his fingers over the massive pink scar on your face, “You’re beautiful as you are,” his fingers moved over every inch of the scar, before moving down your cheek, his palm cupping your face, “You’re so beautiful, scars and all.”

Your heart raced. He thought you were beautiful? You thought he hated you. But you couldn’t help but feel that tug to him, and notice his energy was matching that tug.

“What is this feeling?” You asked, “This energy that’s flowing between us? It wasn’t there before today.”

Sunghoon reached for your hand with his free hand, his eyes meeting yours, “It’s the string of fate.”

You looked at him confused, “String of fate?”

“When vampires meet their mates, a string of fate ties them together,” Sunghoon took a deep breath in, “And I think we might have a string of fate tying around us.”

“Is that another way of saying we are soulmates?” You made a grossed-out face at him, which earned you a glare.

“Don’t look at me like that hex girl, you act like it’s a choice.”

“Is it not?”

Sunghoon shook his head, “Trust me if it was, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Must be spine-chilling knowing your string of fate is probably being tied to a witch.” you teased him.

Sunghoon half smiled, biting his lower lip, “You know for someone who was the head witch of your coven and village, you sure don’t know a lot about vampires.”

You rolled your eyes, finally pushing his hand from your face, “I was only recently appointed as head witch, it’s not something I wanted.”

Sunghoon squeezed your hand, “It’s like Jungwon being our leader, I don’t think he thought he was fit enough.”

“Jungwon is doing fanatic, better than I was.”

“I bet you were fine—“

“If I were fine,” you took a deep breath in, “Then Dorian wouldn’t have found a way to break the barrier over my village and wouldn’t have burnt down to ashes and killed my whole coven.”

Sunghoon pulled you to him, embracing you, “I am so sorry they didn’t get to you in time. The moment Dorian would have been near Jake we would have known, we would have been there in seconds and…”

“And what, bloodsucker?”

“I could have saved you and your coven.”

You looked up at him, “You hate me, hate witches, why do that?”

Sunghoon took a deep breath, pushing your long hair behind your ear, “I would have gone to protect Jake, he’s my best friend after all, but I would have met you sooner, and could have prevented what happened.”

You stepped away from him, tears filling your eyes and not wanting him to see it.

“I couldn’t have stopped what happened, but I can do something now to protect you and my pack.”

You made eye contact with him, once again feeling that string of fate, it pulled your hearts together, you could feel and see the red energy wrap around the two of you, but you could also feel Sunghoon’s heart trying to reject it.

“We can’t be mates, you won’t allow it.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo on me.”

you scoffed, “I’m not using voodoo! I am using my—“

“Just shut up and come over here and kiss me.”

You stared at him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You chuckled, “What?”

“Y/N,” your heart stopped at hearing how beautifully your name rolled off his tongue, “I am fighting to push out that string of fate. Anytime I’ve thought about who my mate would be, I never once pictured it would be you. Yet here you are in front of me. We are total opposites and two different types of creatures. And if you go back into that house and ignore this fate, then we will continue this back and forth. But if you come over here and kiss me, I swear I’ll be good to you.”

God damn that string of fate and god damn this vampire.

You rushed to him, standing on your tiptoes to reach his lips. His hands found your waist. The red energy of this fate tied you two into a knot. Bonding you as mates.

“Goddammit, hex girl,” he whispered in between kisses.

“Goddamnit, bloodsucker,” you whispered back.

Sunghoon sat against the tree, with you between his legs. Back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

You leaned your head against his chin, watching as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon.

“How long were you the head witch?” Sunghoon asked, taking your hands in his.

You sighed, “Only two years, I was next in line but I didn’t want it.”

“Why didn’t you?” Sunghoon was curious. Witches were something totally different than vampires, dhampirs, and even werewolves, their way of life was completely in the opposite direction.

“I didn’t feel as if I was ready,” you leaned more into him, “I don’t have as many years on me as some of the other warlocks and witches in the village.”

“And what time period are you from exactly?” Sunghoon teased.

“I saw the Salem Witch Trials happen.”

“Gosh you’re so old!” he teased you more, planting kisses on your cheek.

“Oh shut up!” you shoved your back into his chest, “I can NOT believe I am stuck with you until the world ends.”

“Get used to it, sweetheart.”

You both laughed and leaned more into each other.

“Can I take a photo of us?” Sunghoon asked, “I want to capture this moment.”

You nodded and he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“No camera?” you teased.

“Phone cameras work just as well.”

You looked into the phone's camera and gasped, “Oh my god! I can see your reflection!”

Sunghoon dropped his arm and rolled his eyes, “Shut up with your stupid ass jokes and take a nice photo with me, hex girl.”

You decided to stop teasing him and smiled into the camera.

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of the two of you, the happiness he felt, he could see it written all over his face.

“You know, I’ve never captured something as beautiful as you.”

You looked up at him, “And I’ve never thought I’d have my own personal photographer to take model photos of me.”

“God you’re so annoying.”

Hand in hand, you followed Sunghoon back to the house.

Everyone was awake and stopped everything they were doing in shock at the sight they were seeing.

“Who would have thought,” Jake teased.

Sunghoon tried hard to fight back his smile, “Shut up.”

Everyone laughed and joked along.

You were happy.

The moment you bonded with Sunghoon, you felt the same bond with the others, including your best friend and the humans in the pack.

It wasn’t like your coven, but the bond was still there. You belonged somewhere again.

You looked up at your mate, his smile working numbers on your heart. God you loved him so much already.

But Sunghoon’s smile faded, and so did the other vampire's smiles.

The room fell silent. The humans and you are both confused, clearly not being able to hear what they are hearing.

“Something isn’t right,” Heeseung said quietly.

“Sunghoon?” you take your hand in his.

He squeezed your hand tightly.

Before Sunghoon could open his mouth to speak, you sensed the other presence.

You dropped your mate's hand, and slowly back away.

You looked at your half-blooded friend, she was already looking at you.

“Dorian...” you whispered, “He broke the protection barrier.”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched, “Guys what do we do?”

Before any more could be said, you and __ were running towards the door.”

“No no no!!” Sunghoon and Jake both yelled, grabbing ahold of you and her.

“Jake, fucking let go of me!!” she screamed.

You also fought off Sunghoon’s grip on your arm, “Let go of me!” you hissed.

“I am not letting you go out there!” He snapped.

You managed to get out of his hold and were out the door.

“Y/N!” Sunghoon yelled, going after you.

__ released Jake’s grip and was following behind.

Everyone else was right behind.

Dorian stood at the edge of the pond, two women standing at his side, and a black portal opened behind him.

You clenched your fist and you stood in front of him at a distance.

“Dorian!” you hissed.

“I see you survived being burned,” he laughed, “You unfortunately didn’t get the fate as your coven did.”

“How dare you speak of them!” You took a step forward, only to be stopped by Sunghoon getting in front of you.

Sunghoon glared down at Dorian, his rage hitting its peak.

Dorian laughed, “Oh this is too good! Two enemies mated? This pack continues to surprise me.” He glances over at your best friend with Jake also at her side, “Ahh, nice to see you again, __. I also see you’ve mated again.”

“Shut up!” the dhampir snapped, “Don’t you dare bring him up!! You murderer!!”

Dorian’s laughter grew louder the more he made eye contact with each member of the pack.

Jungwon and Jay have death grips on their mates. Their eyes narrowed and their jaws clenched.

“I would love to stay and chat up with you guys, but I only came for two of your mates, and that is all.” Dorian looked at the women at his sides, “Ladies will you do the honors?”

The women both smiled and disappeared.

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, those two weren’t like normal vampires.

“He used magic..” you whispered, “He figured out how to read the spells he stole from my coven.”

Dorian’s laughter filled the air and it only made Sunghoon rage even more.

With one blink of an eye, one of the women was at Sunghoon’s side, and then she was gone. She reappeared back at Dorian’s side with you in front of her, a knife pressed against your neck, the sharp edge making a cut, a small stream of blood dripping down.

The other woman reappeared with the dhampir at Dorian’s side.

As if on command, Sunghoon and Jake both rushed forward.

They weren’t thinking clearly. Their brains fogged and only had their sights on their mates.

Heeseung made it in time to grab Sunghoon, pulling him back, and Sunoo for Jake.

“GIVE HER BACK!!” Sunghoon screamed, “FUCKING GIVE HER BACK TO ME.”

“Sunghoon calm down,” Heeseung shouted, “He’s going to kill them both if you take one more step.”

Sunghoon stopped fighting Heeseung, but Sunoo struggled to keep Jake at bay, until Heeseung repeated the same words again, causing Jake to fall to his knees.

“Good,” Dorian said, “Would have been a shame to kill your mates in front of you.”

“What do you want with our pack members!?” Jungwon snapped a low growl leaving his lips when he yelled.

“I have some unfinished business with them,” Dorian stared down at Jungwon’s mate, causing Jungwon to press __ even closer to him, “I have some unfinished business with all of you actually, but Y/N and this dhampir are more important. They have something I need.”

Sunghoon went to take a step, just to be stopped by hearing your whimpers as the knife was pressed harder against your neck.

“Now then,” Dorian turned and faced the portal, “We shall be taking our leave then.”

He stepped through the portal, the women slowly following behind him.

Sunghoon and Jake tried fighting Heeseung and Sunoo again.

Both scream out for their mates.

Sunghoon felt powerless as he watched you disappear through the portal, quickly closing up after you stepped through.

The last thing you saw was the tears that filled Sunghoon’s eyes.

Once you were gone, all Sunghoon could do was fall to his knees, his fingers dug into the dirt as he stared down.

The sounds of Jake’s cries muffled out.

No one ever told Sunghoon how it would feel to have your mate taken from you, to feel the distance of how far they were. The loneliness of them not being at your side.

Sunghoon couldn’t hold in his rage as he let out a yell until his voice was gone and his throat sore.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was Heeseung pulling him off the ground and dragging him into the house.

—

Everyone sat in silence the next morning.

Jake sat in the corner of the living room, knees to his chest and head on his knees, tuning out the world.

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of you he had taken with his camera. His hands shook.

“Dorian is going to pay.” Sunghoon said, breaking the silence, “I am going to make him pay for the things he’s done and get my mate back.”

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