Sneaky
Enchantress x Reader
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Your love is a strange one. Technically the one you’d call the love of your life is a corporeal being currently possessing you.
Originally the Enchantress possessed a doctor named June Moon. But you were working with Task Force X before it officially became what it was. The Enchantress was smitten. She was constantly trying to take control of June just to see you.
Needless to say Colonel Rick Flagg was not happy. So you made a deal with the Enchantress, she’d leave June and Rick alone and come possess you instead.
An odd little arrangement but Enchantress loves occupying your body. She loves whispering words of affirmation in your ear when you’re on duty. You love the slight little feeling you get when she gives you a ghost kiss.
It’s now closer to All Hallows’ Eve. You were tired and worn out from all the paperwork that Waller slammed on your desk. Waller hated that Enchantress was in you instead of Moon but it keeps a class A threat docile. Enchantress could only whisper her usual words of encouragement and occasionally focus her ghostly form just to gently pet your hand. What you didn’t know was that your corporeal girlfriend was forming a little idea in her witchy mind.
You trudges through the door of your little apartment and nearly collapse on your couch.
Head to the mirror. Enchantress gently commands you. Please my love
You roll your eyes but head to the closest mirror. Your ghost of a witch girlfriend materializes, a gentle sway in her hips as she smiles at you.
Oh my love, you work so hard today.
“I know” you shrug, “but it’s better than being stuck behind bars”
Her ethereal hands glide across your reflection’s chest and arms. Surprisingly you feel every little gentle caress.
Relax. Her ghostly form kisses your cheek. Let me tend to you. A queen is nothing without her consort.
She smiles at you before venturing inside of your own body. Just stay still, let me make you feel good.
You can feel her spirit working within you. Immense waves of pleasure wash over you. You can feel groans wishing to escape your lips.
Shh. Waller may have ears any where or maybe we should let her hear. The Enchantress giggles as you can feel her ghostly fingers as they teasing work up your legs.
“M-my-“ you try to articulate but the amazing magic she’s working is too much.
Shh tonight’s about you.
“You’re too good to me” you finally manage to say.
I could say the same to you. And then it hits you.
You collapse to your knees. Immense joy and pleasure hit you in waves, lulling you into a feeling of security.
You look one last time in the mirror to see your Enchantress holding you from behind. A little wicked grin on her lips.
Happy Halloween, my love
Happy Halloween indeed.
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"You look, oddly familiar." (surviors! x gn!reader)
INTRO
A prompt where you knew said Survivor before they came to the manor. Your reason for coming here? Probably because of them.
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The Enchantress
You and the Enchantress were together a lot as kids, or has your growing age started to wipe your memory clean? Do you struggle to remember such personal moments the two of you shared? Such a shame, as it's been over 5 years and you've yet to trace her location down. Has she disappeared from the world entirely? Seems like it, doesn't it?
Oh. Wait. There's a memory. An old one for sure, but a memory is still a memory. You and Patricia had spent what seemed to be every waking second together. So much so that Patricia's "mother" had started to see you as her own. Another child to take under her wing, and she gladly would. You understand that, right? Had she not taught you enough?
The two of you had made a habit of strolling through New Orleans together, knowing almost every face that inhabited every corner of the city. You'd be down there for any number of reasons. To pick something up, to look for new ingredients, or just to look around the place you know by the back of your hand.
If the two of you had spent so much time with each other, then why didn't she tell you where the hell she went? She never left a note, a letter, or even a single clue as to where she ran off. So yes, when you received a letter stating to know her whereabouts you followed. Was it dumb? Oh for sure. But you would take every chance you could get to find her. You didn't even get to go up to her when you spotted her, she already knew.
"I wish you hadn't come," The Enchantress says with her back turned to yours. "but I can't help but be happy that you did." She chimed, turning around with a smile and a strange-looking artifact in her hand.
The Painter
You were there when it all started. You know, his painting thing. At first, he was a mess, paint slobbered all over his hands and face like a child. But I guess he was a child when he first picked up the paintbrush. Who would’ve known he would never put it down?
As Edgar’s talent increased, he started painting other things. Boats in the river, flowers growing outside, people strolling around the park where the two of you frequented. His drawings decorated his room and cluttered his bedroom floor.
For your 12th birthday, little Edgar (in all honesty) had forgotten about your birthday. The thought of it struck his mind at 1 in the morning as he quickly grabbed for his paints before whisking out a canvas. Throwing himself into his work, he produced his first of many portraits of you. From that point forward, it was a tradition for him to paint you for each birthday. No matter how many fights you had over his short temper or accidental paint spills imported from the other side of the country, you still received a packaged painting. Wrapped in fine silk with a “happy birthday” note tucked in between the folds. For you, he spared little to no expense. That is, until he got older.
It has been over two years since you've seen the man and you haven’t received a single portrait since. Arriving at the manor, you find him in the garden alone, painting a familiar portrait.
“It’s nice that you remember my face, as I’m starting to forget yours.” Your voice nearly makes him drop his paintbrush, as he whips around to meet you. You in all your stunning beauty, god, how you’ve grown from the small child he once knew.
Female Dancer
It is either that you met Nata-Margaretha in Lakeside Village or during your shared time spent in the Hullabaloo circus. Both experiences that you will not forget, but time makes things foggy. It blurs memories that were important to your life that you can no longer recall. But for the sake of going to bed without a piercing migraine tonight, your brain tells you it was during the circus.
Ah, now you're starting to remember things. As memories (some unwanted) come flooding back to you about the circus. A curious place that produced good and bad thoughts. Your mind flashes back to before the accident when time was spent helping Margie (a nickname used widely throughout the circus by many of its performers) tame animals and perform new jaw-dropping tricks to stun the audience.
You remember when your ignorance of what was happening behind closed curtains came crashing down. When Margaretha came crying to you, sobbing that she needed to tell you something. She then began to show you bruises and cuts that littered her body, all deliberately hidden in places that couldn't be noticed unless further expected. To keep it short, you were shocked that "he" could do something this horrible, to decorate her upper body in purple and red marks. It was even more shocking that if anyone noticed, "he" would just brush it off and say that she got hurt while practicing.
At that time, you knew you had to get her and yourself out of there. A lack of knowledge has landed your friend with bruises, cuts, and unwanted love from someone she thought she cared for.
You haven't seen Margaretha since the fire. Actually, you haven't seen anyone since the fire. Not Mike, not Murro, not even Violetta. But following breadcrumbs as to where they all went earned you a one-way ticket to the Oletus Manor, maybe your questions will be answered there.
"Margie?" You almost choke on your words. Seeing her for the first time in so long feels nostalgic. (how old are you again?) She can't even respond, she can’t even believe it's you. All you'll get from her is a death-griping hug and a stained shirt accompanied by her ever-flowing tears.
note: I love you Patricia (writers block is kicking my a rn)
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Disney Theory🥀
I’ve had this theory (with not too much evidences to back it up but I don’t care)
The Enchantress (Beauty and the Beast) is a child of Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty).
I’ve already said the I believe Maleficent would be a villain to have children of her own (just coz she cursed a human baby doesn’t mean she hates infants) also the two are Fae creatures with very similar powers and similar sense of justice (which is morally grey).
So cute to think that that Enchantress’s name being Thorn; her favourite appearance being a beautiful woman (almost identical to Aurora) and using Roses which have very pretty petals to hide the sharp thorns of the stem. She also isn’t as powerful as her mother once was, she needs to have a reason to go around cursing people instead of whenever she feels like it.
Also just a little side note; I’m not taking into account BatB live action lore; I refuse to believe the enchantress would just be chilling in the village was a begger woman with people like Gaston walking around and not do anything.
If anyone has anything to add to this theory I’d love to hear it, or anything I could use as evidence would be cool.
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Headcanon
President Loki, just like Sylvie, has the power to enchant people, but beyond that he also has the power to create fictitious scenarios in people's heads, which Sylvie apparently cannot do, as she told B-15 that she was unable to create false memories. If Sylvie is The Enchantress, in my book President Loki is The Enchanter.
I was inspired by the scene in Season 1 when in the Void Loki managed to unlock the same ability to enchant as Sylvie, helping her to enchant Alioth.
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Now under the temporary watch of Ebony Cat, and under duress in general, Aurea, also known as The Enchantress, is introduced to a small circle of magically/supernaturally inclined folk that have also been helped in the past by the cat called the Mystic Mog.
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Just a notion for a visual I've had in mind for a bit, plus some ocs to go with it, thier names are Zaffre (raven), Bomvu (Meerkat), Bialy (Ram) and Bonbon (Chao).
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