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"I WISH I HATED YOU."

PHILLIP WITTEBANE X WITCH READER

TRIGGERS: SLIGHTLY SEXUAL, (LAP SITTING AND REFERENCES TO PAST RELATIONS) WOUND TALK AND BEAST TALK.

"Phillip fucking Wittebane!! You open this damned door right now!!"

"Heart! You swear like a comfit makers lover!! One of such rank shouldn't use such vulgar wor-"

Phillip's words were cut short by the doors to the home being slammed open by (Y/N) they stormed forward to the Brunette, pausing once their faces met. Their glaring eyes scanned over Phillips, attempting to see if he held any remorse in his gaze.

They found none.

"What the fuck was that earlier? You were a mess!! I'm happy to deal with that but not in front of my family! It's fucking different in front of others- in front of my loved ones! I understand you being a human and having some amount of disdain for witches but don't forget that I'm a witch! And- shock of all shocks- I COME FROM A FAMILY OF THEM!! You lashed at my brotheren- Quite literally! You hit my brother!" The witch seethed, their nose wrinkling as they scrunched it up into a cringe. "Clean yourself up."

"Listen, my dear. I have the deepest apologies, truly." He muttered a small bit under his breath in hopes that they wouldn't hear but (Y/N) still caught it

"Even though that prick deserved it."

He spoke up to your level once again, carrying on with his apology. "I'll work it out tonight. I'll meet up with your family and discuss it alone...i just need some...energy-" His hand absentmindedly reached out towards the desk besides his chair to clutch onto a Palismen though you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

"How many Palisman is that now?"

"I feed modestly. Just not when I am angered."

(Y/N) moved their other hand and scooped up the wooden creature, earning an annoyed scowl from their beloved. "Phillip. Can you not ease up a bit? Keep this up and you will grow a tolerance. Then your body wont be getting the value of it."

Phillip sighed softly, his mouth twitching as it avoided curling into a grin. "And since when did you have a healers knowledge?" He knew they had somewhat of a point. But he also knew the witch had never seen him out of control of this..."curse". If they thought his actions that night were awful, then they'd be down right horrified at his actions underneath the curse.

"You're smiling cause you know I'm right." (Y/N) teased as they allowed their annoyed expression to lighten up into a somewhat eased one.

"HA." Phillip spat out in a dry tone that lacked any humor despite its words- well, more like word.

"Seriously though. Lay off that stuff, Phillip. You act like you're addicted to it or something." With the last sentence, (Y/N) moved the creature towards their face so they could examine it. What's so great about it anyways?

Their train of thought was broken by the brunettes arms shaking around the witches waist and pulling them forward so they were practically on his lap. "I'll take a break from it when I need to. Just hand me the Palisman and we can take advantage of that energy boost it gives me, alright?"

(Y/N) snorted and placed a finger on the humans nose. 'Booping' him. "You make a convincing argument but I'm serious about this, my dear."

He grumbled and bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to control himself and his temper as to not lash out at his beloved. "...Fine...Fine!! Can we just relax then? Talk like we used to?" He squinted his eyes, examine (Y/N)'s reaction to see if that was the right thing to say. It seems like it might be been since a small smile crawled upon their lips.

"Aww, is Phillip the adventurer feeling nostalgic?"

"I'm feeling stressed. But seeing as how you're depriving me of Palisman as if it's mead, I'll have to use you as a stress reliever."

"Say what you want but I'm still choosing to believe that you're just feeling nostalgic from our honeymoon phase.~" (Y/N) purred out in a honey-soaked tone as one hand cupped the males cheek. Meanwhile, their other hand was extended away from Phillip so he couldn't pull a fast one and snatch the Palisman.

"I am going to murder you in your sleep one day." Phillip grumbled, words sounding a tad more meaningful than he'd care to admit. Though, despite his words he allowed himself to lean into the witches touch.

How fiendish this witch was...Their cursed enchanting spells being able to make him be so physical with them. The creature he dedicated his life to hunting and killing. Despite his claims to hate this witch though, he still goes out of his way to see them- to touch them.

He both hated and loved running his fingers through their disgusting, silly, hai-

The man snaps back to reality in time to hear the witches comeback to his remark. "Who's going to finance your little trips through the Boiling Isles then?"

The two were filled in silence as Phillip had no come back. Phillip's icy blue eyes locked with (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes.

After a bit, (Y/N) broke the eye contact in favor of resting their head on Phillip's chest. "Hey, Human? Do you believe in love?"

"Hmm...Negative. At least, not the storybook kind of love. I suppose some people might truly love each other but that's not what we are, is it? I do appreciate you though. I mean on an emotional level. Not like that but you're a really good fighter, as well as financial help. You've been there for me a lot, and you are a powerful ally. I like what we have. It's not love, farthest from it, but it's ours...though, I suppose that's rather cheesy, eh?"

A smile curled upon (Y/N)'s lips as they lifted up their head to plant a kiss on the humans jawline.

"You can get away with it. You're cute when you're cheesy. You're really smart and I admire the way you run a tight ship when it comes to your companions."

Phillip gritted his teeth as he felt the muscles on his hands convulse. He could even feel that oh-so-familiar green liquid seecreting from his skin.

He needed that Palisman.

"You think rather highly of me, don't you, witch? I do hope you are able to forgive me then."

A confused expression crossed the witches face but was quickly changed to a pained one as they felt the tips of the now gooey and distorted arms fingers dig into the (S/C) skin of their back where he was holding them. They let out a pained yell, their hands moving to clutch onto his wrist. "Phillip, what the fu-" The witch lifted up their gaze only to notice that almost all of the humans right side had been coated in that familiar....slime (?) That his arm seemed to be made up of. No words escaped Phillip. All that left them were ragged and sharp breaths, trying to contain themselves.

Finally, words croaked out of their mouth. They were deep and the desperation in their town almost echoed off the walls. "Palisman....now.." Phillip hissed out as if every word pained him to say.

(Y/N) glanced down at the wooden animal in their hands as they thought.

....

Fuck it. Phillip's well being is worth more than some dumb morals.

With a twist, they cracked the creature open and extended it out to the human, allowing the soul of the animal enter (practically all) the orifices upon his face.

With a honestly quite terrifying beastial growl, Phillip let go of the witch, causing for them to fall off of his lap and down on the floor with an audible grunt.

His hands moved to clutch onto his face, his fingers tightening dangerously on his skin.

(Y/N) heaved and pulled themselves up as they examined the human. They watches as the green liquid either slid off of his body or fused into his skin, retreating into himself. His breaths were more like pants and the air grew humid from them.

"That.....That curse really is that bad...huh?" (Y/N) managed to squeeze those words out of their throat as their hands touched at the wound he marked upon them.

Phillip managed to bring himself to straighten up a bit and make eye contact with the witch.

"I told you I needed that Palisman.." His voice was stern and almost filled with distaste. His icy blue orbs slowly lowered onto the bloodied hand of the witch that was cupped over skin on their back, just below the arch of their back.

'I....Apologies, my love...i should've explained the severity of the curse." Phillip internally screamed at himself. He shouldn't apologize to this foul beast! Serves them right from depriving him of his supply! They should've kept their nose out of his business! Curse them and the spells they must've used upon him to play with his heart as if it was an instrument as well as give him remorse for such a disgusting creature.

He stood up from his seat and stepped closer to the witch, moving to touch their wrist in an attempt to pull their hand away and examine the wound.

"I can fix it..." Was all he croaked out, though the witch shook their head in reply.

"I've got it. I know healing spells, Phillip. You're lucky you're a good asset, otherwise I wouldn't put up with you even so much as laying a finger upon me."

"Asset? Is that all you see me as? Cause I recall the other ni-"

(Y/N) practically bared their teeth. "Can it. Doesn't mean I won't make you pay for what you did. And you still owe my family an apology."

Phillip sighed and moved to cup the witches face.

"My dear, you're lucky the titan has blessed you with the wit and looks of a Royal."

"Just say you love me and move on, human. Now come on and help me with getting some bandages, will ya?"

He would've scoffed if any other person had said that to him. But because it was them, he was quick to follow with their demands.

This witch had really cast a spell on him, huh? His heart was practically putty for them to play with.

He wished he hated it.

Thanks for reading~

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